Taking Total Control: A Mesmerizing Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  He put a hand on Joan's face, stroking her hard cheekbones gently. “Take out my cock.”

  She hesitated, looking to Edith for guidance. Edith, though, began to unzip Warren herself.

  “Stop.” Instantly, Edith stopped what she was doing. “I wasn’t talking to you. I know you’ll do what I say. I want to know if Joan will.”

  “I...” she laughed, sort of. “I don’t want this to be an obedience thing, Warren. I wanted it to be—”

  “What you want doesn’t matter right now.”

  She looked a little shocked.

  Edith nodded. “I’m sorry, Joan, but he’s right. You’ve been a bitch. You’ve got to learn to obey if you really want to do him right. And you do, don’t you?”

  Joan gulped and nodded. “O-okay. I just, can we take it slow? One toe at a time? Like, kissing first, and then...” she trailed off.

  Warren shook his head slow.

  “There are no deals, here. You do this, and you do it how I want, or you don’t get to touch, suck, or fuck my cock at all. Is that understood?”

  Her face shifted, perhaps weighing out some form of protest. But Warren could see that none could find true purchase in her mind. Even if she thought that perhaps a legitimate objection could be made, she couldn’t deny the flood of lust pulsing through her veins. She wanted him. She would obey him, if that’s what it took.

  Finally, she nodded. “Yes.”

  He smiled. “Yes, what?”

  There was no reason to stop pushing the envelope now. She was past the limit of stopping him.

  “Yes...Warren?” she ventured.

  Of course that was wrong. He shook his head again. Edith tugged at Joan across Warren's chest, whispering in her ear. Voice low, softer than even Warren could hear at his proximity. Joan’s eyes widened with understanding, and she gulped once more.

  “Yes...Sir. I understand, Sir.”

  Her hands reached for his cock again, but again, he pushed them away. The skin so soft and smooth. Fuck, but he wanted her. His bulge pulsed forward under his pants. Edith whimpered, eyes fixating on the push of growth. Little droplets of drool fell to the bedding from her mouth.

  “I want you to ask for it. Beg for it. Don’t leave me with any doubt.”

  Pride showed on Joan's face, fierce lines forming around her mouth and eyes. But Edith slid across the bed and pushed into Joan, kissing at the side of her head, her neck and ears.

  “Do it, please, Joan? Please beg him. I need to see it so, so bad. I need to please him, won’t you please? I’m so fucking horny right now...”

  Nodding slowly, Joan shuddered, her hands running over Warren’s thick bulge. The flesh so close to her fingers. Tantalizing her, confounding her.

  “Please, Warren? Sir? Baby?” she gulped. “Please, Sir? Let me touch it? Let me please you, Sir? I want to so bad. I need to. I can’t believe how much I need to taste your cock, Sir. It’s...it’s right there and I need it, Sir, please? Please won’t you let me taste my...m-my brother’s cock, Sir?”

  That excited him. Her confirmation of the inherently taboo act they were participating in. She saw his excitement, a smile on her face as she rubbed him through his pants more intently now. His precum stained the fabric, wetting her fingers.

  “Yes, Sir. That’s right. I want my sister mouth on my brother’s cock. I want to show my Big Brother Sir what a good little servant I can be.”

  “She’ll be a good cockwhore, Sir, I promise,” said Edith. Her nimble little hands ran over Joan’s nipples through her thin blouse, squeezing tight. “I’ll make her serve you right. I promise. Let her have her sisterslut mouth on your rod? I’ll guide her down for her first time, Sir.”

  Joan was fully wrapped in the madness now. Their combined smell of their lust overwhelmed their senses. Her beautiful eyes were wild with lust.

  “Let me, Sir, please? Please. Please, please, please Warren brother baby darling Sir, won’t you please let me suck your big beautiful cock after all this time?”

  He didn’t trust himself to speak without his voice catching and failing. He merely nodded and urged her head forward with his hands. Fingers sliding through that incredible dark mass of hair. His cock, unburdened from his pants, leapt upward to meet his sister's face.

  Her mouth, untrained, made up for her lack of skill with hungry exuberance. Her moans were long and exultant as she sank down onto his pulsating meat. Her mouth was so warm, so tight, that every bump and contour of his flesh slid hard down her esophagus as Edith pushed her down harder. Joan gagged, loudly, and neither Edith nor Warren cared. The little bitch would have to suck it whole or nothing at all.

  When she finally was allowed to come up for air, she needed only one breath.

  “Please, more! Please, brother! I need your cock again!”

  Warren, nodded, and Edith pushed her lover down onto her Master's cock once more. They slowed the pace now, allowing Joan to find her footing in this brand new experience. Sucking a man's cock was as foreign to her as walking on the moon. As Joan worked, Edith took it upon herself to offer minute lessons, with Warren’s approval.

  “Not like that,” she’d explain, moving Joan back and taking Warren between her own lips slowly. She shifted her hair back and slid up slow and luxurious on her Master’s cock. “See? Take your time. It’s not a race.”

  Ever a quick learner, Joan nodded, mimicking her lover in exactitude.

  Everyone should learn to suck cock this way, he thought.

  He felt he was in heaven. He pulled Edith in occasionally, and their tongues worked in unison. The two lovers knew each other so well that they could anticipate one another's movements, sliding in tandem around his hard length. Moaning and melting around his body. Making out madly around the head of his cock, their tongues madly mixing over his massive hardness. Edith, grinning, took Joan's head and pushed it down, choking her on his cock after every few sucks, letting her lover really get the taste of her new Master's cock.

  But after several minutes of this attention, he was no longer content with simply fucking their mouths, even with Edith pushing Joan well past her limits. Finally he stood up completely. He needed to fill his sister's cunt. He needed to get that fertile body with child.

  There was nothing else for it. Without the watch in his possession, and perhaps never getting it back, he needed to make sure that Joan was tied to him, irrevocably. A baby in her luscious belly was a perfect way to do that.

  “Spread her legs out on the bed,” he told Edith. “Prepare her for me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Small but strong, Edith pulled Joan onto the bed and guided her legs open. She ripped her clothes off, giggling, leaving only the torn remains of her lacy bra.

  “Oh...Sir...but...you’re my...my b-brother, I don’t know if...”

  Hesitation, again. Warren felt disappointment sting at him—but Edith was already on the case. Her tight, scantily clad body sat on top of Joan's, spreading her thighs wide with her own knees. There was just enough room for Warren to slide in underneath her and into Joan's cunt. Edith kissed her darling lover on the neck, cooing Warren's praises.

  “You want it, baby. You want his cock in you. Trust me. It’s so, so good. He’ll fuck you just right...”

  “I'm just...I'm not on birth control. Can't you wear a condom at least?”

  He kissed Joan on the head. “I promise I'll pull out.”

  It was a lie, and he didn't care. She was going to be his one way or another.

  She nodded then, urging him inside. His cock, so hard and primed, needed little encouragement. Her folds were so hot and wet that he entered with absolutely no resistance. Finding her so open to his cock, he thrust into her wildly, entered at long last his Joan. His sister. His heart's desire. She was no virgin, but he was the first man ever to be inside of her, and she was just as tight as that fact advertised. The soft, warm folds of her luscious canal drew him in, squeezing on every ridge and line of his cock as he thrust into her again and again.

>   Edith on one side kissed both of them, her hot pussy juicing all over the sheets. Warren sucked on her tits hungrily for a moment, but only a moment. What he truly wanted was to see his sister's soft green eyes as he fucked her, entered her, desecrated her for anyone else. She was his now, and would be forever.

  Finally, finally! Finally inside of Joan. After so, so very long. After so much wanting.

  “Oh fuck,” he grunted. “Oh god. Oh Joan. Joan, Joan, Joan...”

  “Yes, Sir! Oh, god, Warren! You're so good!”

  She was clearly feeling the effects. Her legs, wrapped around Warren's waist, pulled him in ever tighter to her lithe, hot body.

  “I'm so fucking close, Joan, oh god. My Joan. My slave.”

  “Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm your slave.”

  Edith nodded, pushing her heavy tits on Warren's shoulder. “We're both your slaves, Master.”

  The blonde's weight meant that Warren fucked even deeper into Joan—a fact that wasn't lost on anyone, including Edith. She pushed harder as Warren entered his sister, her smile orgasmic as she watched her lover getting fucked by her Master.

  “I've g-got to cum, Joan,” he huffed. “Does my sisterslut want me to pull out?”

  It was inane. If he had his druthers, he’d have fucked her mind into being desperate for his cum in her belly at any old time. And he had no real intention of pulling out regardless. But he thought now, after several minutes of their perfect, hot coitus, that he might as well ask.

  “P-pull out?” Joan shook her head. “You...you said...”

  “Don't make him, Joan. It'll feel so good. You'll be marked by him. Marked by his cock. It'll be so special. Do it for him. For me? For us? Have him put that baby in you.”

  This clearly turned Joan on. Her cunt spasmed around Warren's thrusting cock.

  “Fuck, I don’t care anymore!” Her fists slammed down on the bed. “Fuck me, please.” She spoke with remarkable clarity between fevered breaths, though the clarity staggered the more she spoke. “I need your cum in me. Do it. Cum in me, Sir. Cum in my little hot sistercunt, made just-just-just for you, please oh fuck...p-please...”

  It was more than he could resist. His orgasm started and chained through every part of his body, emptying out through his cock and up into the tight, delicious confines of his sister's pussy. His hot white goo emptied into her belly completely.

  An amazing thing happened. They all shuddered in orgasm collectively. His own load had struck hard onto Joan's pleasure points, intensifying her pleasure just at the point of his own orgasm. And Edith had been given some very particular commands when Warren tranced her to cum whenever he did. Their shaking, kissing, licking bodies pushed against one another. Warren moaned against his hot sister's face, grinning uncontrollably.

  He'd done it. He'd fucked her. He'd fucking put a baby inside of her, he was certain.

  * * * * *

  Perhaps an hour later, he was shaken from his dazed sleep to find Edith still obediently suckling and loving his cock with her mouth. She had coaxed the cock of his semi-conscious form all the way back up to hardness.

  It was nearing late evening now. He still had a show to put on the following night. He had to pay Larry back. He had to take care of that cop, somehow, snooping around and asking questions. And he had to deal with his venomous wife, her wicked mind now fully equipped with a dangerous mind-melting weapon.

  But instead he sighed and settled in, sliding Edith's mouth back down to his cock. Joan giggled as she watched, nibbling at Warren’s ear.

  “Get her, brother. Take what you've earned.”

  Soon, he promised himself. He’d take care of it all soon. But for now, he was going to enjoy this one little victory.

  Gorgeous women, five of them, had wrapped themselves around the man's legs. Those who couldn't slide their slick, arousal-laden bodies against him directly moaned and pushed their bodies up against their fellow sex slaves. They were all desperate to please him in every way...just like he had made them.

  Just like he knew he deserved.

  In front of the man was his final conquest. The one who he wanted to own more than any other. The one who had betrayed him the most brutally.

  But now that he had his special tool back...he was going to take her just like he had all those others. His cock, brilliantly thick, shone with a thick glaze of slave saliva and precum.

  “Please...” she said, shaking her head. “We've been through so much together.”

  “That doesn't matter anymore.”

  “But...but all our history.” She gulped. She knew she was gorgeous. She would try to use her beauty to get her way, just like she had done countless times before. “You're going to throw it away? All of it? Just like that?”

  “You already did that, sweetheart.” He held up the watch. “I'm just making it official. You shouldn't have turned your back on me. You shouldn't have put me out.”

  The light filled the room...

  * * * * *

  It was late in the morning before Warren could actually pull himself from Joan’s clutches. Her body so tight, so perfectly small against his, was hard to walk away from. But there was still a situation back at the warehouse—and unless he said something to his assistants directly, he was afraid that the women he had gathered for his service might have harmed Catherine somehow.

  He left his stepsister Joan with a kiss on her forehead, and slid the snoozing Edith—Joan's long time lesbian lover—down to half-consciously lick her cunt while he showered, dressed, and finally left. Later, he would call them as he needed them.

  Half-an-hour later, when he returned to the warehouse, everything was strangely calm. He had half-expected to walk into the middle of an orgy.

  In all honesty, because of the magic watch, Warren's life had begun to feel like an orgy.

  His assistants, so beautiful and completely naked, were asleep on the ground, all their limbs intertwined in a loving trio embrace. Tasia was in the middle, with Belle and Katie sleepily landing little kisses on her neck and torso. The caramel-skinned beauty had become something of an impromptu harem leader for Warren, perhaps because he hadn't been quite so angry with her as he had the others.

  Belle and Katie had their minds practically rewritten under his command for their insolence—trying to ruin his livelihood, his entire life's dream. Tasia he had taken pity on, being a widow. Not that she remembered her old husband—to her, now, Warren was the only man who ever need exist.

  The cop, Catherine, was still tied up, her hair disheveled and her face flushed as she stirred in Warren's presence. Her blouse had been ripped open during the night, her skirt tossed away. Slowly, her bright blue eyes landed on Warren's tall form before her.

  Other than looking a bit cold, she didn’t seem bothered by the fact of her nakedness before Warren. She seemed, even, invitational. Her legs stayed spread open, letting him see her wet, dripping pussy. Juices puddled on the floor beneath her.

  “I thought I told my girls to keep you busy if you needed it?”

  “They fell asleep,” she explained, yawning just slightly. “They passed out after making me...” she swallowed and shuddered. “After they had their fun. Several, several times over. But I still...I need to, still...I have to...”

  “You need to cum?”

  She nodded. “I thought that, if I rubbed my legs together just the right way, I could cum, but all I’ve done is turn myself on.”

  His hand fit around her jaw. Her pale face, already flushed, flushed even more. Her legs slid up his, pushing intently. For the first time since walking in, Warren realized how odd it was that she hadn't asked to be untied.

  “You do need to cum, don’t you?”

  This was so easy for him, now. He was almost surprised by how simple dominance was for him these days. It was like he had been born for it all along. All he needed was the watch to let him know how right it was for him to be in charge.

  “Y-yes!” Catherine cried, urging herself into his grip. “Yes, Maste
r please!”

  Warren stopped. There was a surprise.

  “What did you call me?”

  “Master. You’re my M-Master. I don’t care. I’m so fucking horny. I need to cum so, so bad, please! Please!”

  He smirked. “You’re such a horny little slut, to need to cum that bad for Master.”

  “I need more than that.” Her voice was gravelly and serious. “Please. I’m so fucking horny. You control them so totally. I’ve never seen anything like it. But I want it for myself. I want—I want what they have. I want that mindlessness. Will you give it to me? Take my will away, please?”

  He stepped back now, disappointed. “I can’t. I'm sorry.”

  “Yes, you can. I know you can. You did it to them. And god, they just fucked and fucked for hours, not stopping. Getting hotter and more pleasured because they knew it was all for pleasing you. I want that. Fuck, I want that so bad. I’ve always wanted it. I don’t care anymore. I can say it because I know you’ll do it. So please, please do. Please?”

  He shook his head, somewhat amazed by her eagerness. She was a natural. What a hell of a thing. A natural submissive. No wonder she hadn't asked for him to untie her.

  “Please. Really. Please? Please?” Her voice became a choked, worried whisper. “Please? Anything. I’ll do anything. Please. I just need what they have. It’s what my life is for, please?”

  “I can’t.” He put his fingers to her lips. “I would. Believe me. I did it anyway, without you asking for it. I thought I had turned you back to normal, but apparently, normal for you means...well.”

  She turned low. “Wanting to be a slave.”

  “Yes. But I can’t do it. I don’t have the tool to do it anymore.”

  He watched her try not to show her displeasure.

  “I...I see.”

  “But I can still make you cum. And I’ll still own your pretty little body. Would you like that? I’ll take total control of you.” His hand came to her throat, choking just slightly. Her body was instantly excited again. Fear and lust filled her gaze. “You’ll hop at my word like I command, or else I’ll kick you to the curb, where all the naughty, disobedient sluts go. How’s that?”