And then I ended, with softer, less stringent repetitions. She thought the world of me. She felt deep, fraternal love for me. She was happy to be my family. She loved sharing with me.
Still mindfucky, I know. But I wanted it to be a slow rollback. My thinking was that if I just undid everything, right away, her mind might collapse from the effort of rewriting itself. What was I to know? I wasn’t a neuroscientist or a doctor or a philosopher or anything of the sort. Just a horny guy who went too far.
Sure. That’s how I could characterize myself. A horny guy taking things one step too far...and then several more steps after that.
That done, I held her close and cuddled her tight. I had her abandon dinner and walked her over to the bed, sliding her down in with me. Her tight, toned beautiful body felt so perfect against mine. I sighed lustfully, wishing for more contact...but resisted.
One last night, I told myself. We’d wake tomorrow and it would all be different—but until then, I’d enjoy Mallory’s attentions on me for just one more night.
When I woke, it was nearing dawn. Outside, the sun’s rays had begun to peak through the darkness. Mallory was no longer at my side, and I was confused.
After a moment, though, everything started to become very clear.
First, I just heard the soft, hot schlicking sounds. Then, dreamily, I noticed that my cock was being sucked.
“M-Mallory?”
“Shh, big bro,” she moaned. “I want to be good for you.”
“Wh...” I was dazed. “What?”
“I want to be your good girl sisterslave, Master. I know how important it is to please you. And I woke up and I just needed my brother’s cock in my mouth. Please?”
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.”
“Please, big bro? Can’t I please suck you off? I need your perfect brother Master cock in my mouth. Please?”
I gulped. God, she was so gorgeous. So malleable. I couldn’t deny her. I had to command her.
“That’s right, sis. You did great. Suck me off. Like a good slave.”
Moaning, she slurped back down and went right to work.
Mallory had been practically orphaned by her family when she was still so very young. It only made sense for her to idolize the male members of her family. I had thought that I could use that idolatry to my advantage—to make me seem more untouchable. But the feelings of attraction, of being owned like a slave by a strong patriarchal force, were too strong. She saw no conflict between thinking of me as her hot big brother and of me as her Master. And now I had made them the same.
My plan had failed, at least for the moment. With Mallory wrapping her loving, perfect mouth around my rod like it was the center of her world, cooing with orgasmic delight every time I called her my sisterslave, I struggled to care.
* * * * *
The day progressed slowly. Mallory’s epic incestuous blowjob had left me nearly oversleeping. She had, of course, woken up perfectly on time. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to make herself look ready to be my absolute perfect “sisterbabefuckslut,” as she put it.
So, breakfast waited for me when I finally rolled out of bed and had my shower, washing the familiar stink of our near-constant liaisons through the night off my body.
My attempts to de-brainwash Mallory had, obviously, backfired in a big way. I would have to just do what I didn’t want to in the first place, and actively remove all the suggestions and thoughts I had given her. It was the only way.
Meanwhile, I still had to save East Side Pages. Today was Saturday, and we were going to find out how my plan had worked out.
With me, just in case there was an opportunity or in case I couldn't make it back to the apartment, I brought my cooler. In the cooler were several beers, and, hidden in a small pouch toward the bottom, several more vials of cum.
The day passed much as the previous one had. We made incredible amounts of money—maybe even more. Mallory once again dressed in a hot, cleavage-scooping dress (this time it was purple), and Lori dressed in hot yoga leggings and a loose mesh top that did nothing to hide the rather effective, brightly colored push-up bra she had on underneath.
“I did like you said, Sir,” she told me when enough customers had finally cleared out for us to talk a bit. “Four times. Even though I wanted more.”
I gulped a bit, struggling not to fuck her right there. “Good girl.”
Possibly we would have said more to each other, but Dawn pulled me over to the counter.
“I need you here,” she said. “I'm going to go around and sell.”
“You bet. No problem.”
“And you have to talk to me. Later. After we close, all right? It's important.”
“Okay...?”
She didn't offer any explanation, just sipping hard at her coffee and plastering a fake smile on her face. Dawn hated the crowds, hating selling in the store. That's why she was at the counter to begin with. But she was the boss. I did as she ordered.
Hours later, we wound down, and our register was positively overflowing with cash. The credit card machine had to have its paper replaced twice.
Even though business had boomed, a cold snap had begun, and an hour before we closed, customers began to head home to stay out of the weather. As such, Lori and Mallory began to crowd me at the register while I tried to count it down and get ready for closing.
They leaned against one another, their bodies touching. It was clear how much they adored one another—and all because of me. If I wasn't around, they would still think the other was the absolute hottest babe in the world, the apple of their eyes, the end-all, be-all of fuck partners. And the only reason they didn't think that all the time is because they thought I was even better.
“Victor’s so fucking hot, isn’t he?”
Lori giggled, nodding mischievously. “God, yes. He’s like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
“The hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” Mallory intoned, repeating Lori’s words—my words. Her hand slipped on top of Lori's ass, squeezing it tight. Lori's leggings were paper thin. Mallory easily pushed forward into the crack between her tight ass cheeks and felt the lower folds of her pussy. “In fact, he's just...he's sort of like...He’s like...our big brother, isn’t he?”
“What?” Lori giggled nervously.
“Wouldn’t that be hot, baby? If he was like, our big brother? And you were my hot little sister...” her hand pushed up hard into Lori’s pussy. Lori moaned, her pleasure quite evident now. “We were just his hot little fucksisters, eager to suck him off and do anything our big bro said.”
Holy shit, Mallory was just insane with lust. And I had made her that way.
And I loved it.
I really don’t know if I could ever stop doing this. Changing her. Changing Lori. But we were at the bookstore. We couldn’t have another wild threesome like the night before—supercharged with incestuous thoughts like these—and do it here. Dawn would have a literal fit.
“Ah...okay.” I put a hand to my head. I needed to meet with Dawn, still. “I'm going to finish up here in like ten minutes. You two, take Lori’s car back to your apartment, all right? Wait for me there. Okay? Take care of one another until I get back. Do you understand?”
Mallory nodded, all naughtiness. “You want me to lick my little sis’s pussy until my big, sexy brother master comes home to fuck us both pregnant?”
I gulped. “That’s right, my good girl. Now get moving.”
* * * * *
Some minutes later, I had closed everything up and grabbed my cooler, thinking that now I would just use it on the girls at home. It would take every ounce of willpower I had not to convince Lori that I was her brother, and that Mallory was her sister...and I don't think I actually had it in me.
But first, I had to meet with Dawn. I stepped into her office in the back, where she coldly examined a series of folders and files.
Fuck, but she was so beautiful. It was hard to contain myself—and getting harder all the time. I’d put up with so much resista
nce. With Mallory, with Lori, with Audrey...and now Dawn. Her tight, beautiful blond body was so buxom and perfect in her little business suit. I had been staring at her legs all day, wrapped tight in dark tights. Her skirt molding her lovely ass just so, her blouse opening up her lovely cleavage to the world. She was mature, confident, and intelligent, and drop dead gorgeous, and I wanted her. The thought of rewiring her completely had my motor running furiously.
For some reason that I can't explain, I had put a vial of cum in my pocket before the meeting. Just the one. I think that's how I justified it. I had so many available. Just one in my pocket wasn't so bad.
“How are you doing it?” she asked, not looking up from her desk.
“Doing what?”
“Controlling them. Lori and Mallory. It’s strange with them. I’ve known them for ages. And you. And it all changed just this past week. What’s happened?”
“We’re just...” I smiled, trying to be disarming. “Just young kids having fun, Dawn.”
“I don’t believe that.”
She put the folder in her hands down, sighing. She took a long drink from the coffee on her desk, the coffee that Lori had made her earlier.
“We’ve made it into the black, probably for the whole year. Just from this weekend. We’ll need to order new stock. And it’s all because of them. I know it is. And what you made them do.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t make them do anything. But I’m glad we’re in the black. That’s really great!”
“Don’t fucking smile at me like that, you twerp.” She leaned up out of her desk. “I know you’ve done something to them. And what’s worse? What really hurts? Is that what you did to them, objectifying them like that...it goes against everything this store stands for. It’s debasement. It’s...it’s fucking patriarchal. And that is unforgivable, all by itself. Whatever you’ve done to them is no doubt worse.”
“You keep saying that. What do you think I’ve done?”
Shaking her head, she took another long sip from her coffee.
“I should have seen it earlier. I don’t know why I didn’t. But you’re clearly drugging them somehow.”
I groaned. “Have you been talking with Audrey?”
“So what if I have? She’s a smart girl. We lost a good asset when she left. I notice that everything started going to shit when you stuck around after she left.”
“Are you serious? You’re blaming me for that? The second she was gone, you couldn’t stop talking about how you hated her.”
We were both quiet, then. But the quiet didn't last.
“You’re fired, Victor.”
“Fired? Based on what?”
“Look, you’re fired, all right? So, just accept it.”
I sighed. “Fine.” I put my hands on my head, trying to think of what to say.
“My girlfriend is a cop, you ought to know. A detective. You know that already. I know you do.”
“What?”
“She’s going to ask you some questions. I’m going to talk to her tonight. So get your story straight.”
In an objective way, being fired really wasn’t that bad. I still had Mallory and Lori eating out of the palm of my hand, or wherever else I might point them to. With my new found ability, I could probably find a job anywhere. All it would take was the right interviewer and a moment’s distraction. But this was different. This was the law. And I had no desire to see the law involved.
“I’ll write your paycheck now,” said Dawn. “I don’t want you to come back here again. I don’t want to have to see you again. For any reason.”
She stood up and walked to the safe. Bending over to unlock. God, that ass. So perfect and smooth, so round.
I behave then in a most ignoble fashion. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I’m not sure if I ever will.
I had to protect myself from the police. I had to protect Lori and Mallory. I don't even know if what I did could be prosecuted—as far as I knew, I was the first of my kind. Maybe they'd put me into some kind of government laboratory and cut me open? Fear assaulted me. Fear for myself, and fear for my girls.
But there was no denying the cold, hard truth as well—I wanted to know what it would be like to have Dawn under my control.
Her coffee cup was right there in the open. I flipped open the lid and let a vial of my cum ooze inside. Through shuffling through the safe, she didn't even notice. By the time she turned around, I was just waiting where I had been.
Dawn wrote the check out—I couldn’t help but examine her healthy cleavage as she did, swelling so lovingly against her tight sweater—and ripped it out to me.
“Take this, and don’t ever let me fucking see you again.”
I took the check. And then I waited for a long time right outside the office, pretending to leave. I waited for her to slurp her coffee one more time. But she didn't.
In fact, she left the bookstore, all bundled up against the cold, without taking another sip. And then she was out in the world, with a trance-inducing cup of coffee in her hands, waiting to change her entire life the second she took a sip.
Shit.
* * * * *
Following her through the streets was the most harrowing experience of my life. I never considered before how easy it was to see who I was. I hid in the crowd where I could, and behind buildings. But I knew where Dawn lived. It would have been easy to go straight there, but what if she took a drink before she got there? She'd be tranced in the street, taken advantage of by anyone smart enough to see the glassy look on her face.
Somehow, miraculously, she didn't see me. Focused on the cold and getting out of it. God, but she was beautiful. Bundled up in her faux-fur trimmed coat, her red scarf trailing out behind her. Her long blond hair like a scarf itself, golden in the dim light of the street lamps.
Finally, she took a drink just as she entered her house. I slipped my toe into the crack before the door closed and locked. After a moment, I heard a small thunk. Just like Lori, like Mallory, the second she tasted my cum she drained the cup. The cup rolled down on the ground.
I entered after her and turned on the small lamp on the desk in front of the entry. Then I locked the door. Her and Celise's house was small but cozy. Lots of artwork on the walls. I lead Dawn into the small living room, across from a piano with a cushioned bench. The floors were carpeted thickly.
“Dawn.”
“Dawn,” she said back slowly, warmly.
I slid my hands through her hair, over her lips, on her luscious cheekbones. She was mine. Totally mine. I could do anything at all with her.
I needed her to be in my total, complete control. No questions. No second-guessing. No worries. I needed her to live and breath for me, and only me.
I popped open the caps of all five cum vials I had left in my cooler, and let the thick, gooey contents slide into her mouth.
The effect was immediate and intoxicating.
Her hips began slowly to convulse, as if she was dancing. Placing a finger against her crotch, I could feel the physical heat pouring from her cunt. The vibrations as it trembled again and again in orgasm. Good.
“Touch your pussy. Now. Erotically.”
“Yes.”
She obeyed, sliding her skirt and tights down, and pushing her fingers into her clit.
“You will call me Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Good. That was easy.
“You’re in love with me.”
“I’m in love with you, Master.”
Absolutely no resistance. Wow. The six loads of cum might have been overdoing it a little. But if I could turn a fully-fledged, lifelong lesbian into a happy, willing sex slave with that much...god. The possibilities felt endless. I felt like a god.
“You love my cock.”
“I love your cock, Master”
“You don’t care about other cocks.”
She shook her head softly. “I don’t care about other cocks, Mater”
“You love only my cock.”
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br /> “I love only your cock, Master.”
“You’ll do anything for me.”
“I’ll do anything for you, Master.”
My heart thumped with need. Fuck. She was such a beautiful woman. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to own her. I needed to own her as completely, if not more completely, as I had Lori and Mallory.
“You’ll forget all about firing me.”
“I’ll forget all about firing you, Master.”
“You’ll forget all about going to the cops.”
“I’ll forget all about going to the cops, Master.”
“You’ll forget about talking with Audrey today.”
“I’ll forget about talking with Audrey today, Master.”
“You won’t complain to Celise.”
“I won’t complain to Celise, Master.”
The trouble was taken care of, and I could have stopped there. I didn’t need to keep going. I could fuck Dawn at will now, probably, and she wouldn’t cause any problems for me. But my heart thrummed with passion. Now that I had control over Dawn, I wanted nothing to get in my way.
And I thought, just for a moment, how Dawn had called me a twerp. How she threatened me. And a sick grin arrived on my face.
“You don’t want to be with Celise anymore.”
“I don’t want to be with Celise anymore, Master.”
“You’ve wanted to break up with Celise for years.”
“I’ve wanted to break up with Celise for years, Master.”
“You know I belong in charge of you.”
“I know you belong in charge of me, Master.”
Just like that, she started cumming. Her body had no sense of control—just obedience. And her brain was giving no psychological resistance to the constant pleasure she gave to her clit. And as soon as she stopped cumming, I started my commands again. She still fingered her hot, dripping wet pussy. There was a soft puddle in her bunched-up tights, dripping down to the floor.
“You want me to run the shop for you.”
“I want you to run the shop for me, Master.”
Just like that, re-wiring everything that was important to Dawn. It wasn’t subtle, and I didn’t care. Her entire life’s work had now been dedicated to me. Her most personal, loving relationship was twisted up and discarded, replaced with the pillar of light that I represented.
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