Taking Total Control: A Mesmerizing Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  Joan's attentions had drawn Warren down into her body. With relish, he lowered his cock inside of her belly again. God, but he wanted her fucking pregnant with his load! What if the fucking the night before hadn't done it? He would have to keep filling her, and filling her, and filling her, until she was totally his. Until she was pregnant from his attentions.

  His cock pushed hard into her furiously hot canal, so warm that it felt like she was burning against him. Her gorgeous cunt was almost painfully tight around him as he slammed his member into her depths, her sex spasming wildly around the massive invasion. Thrusting harder and harder, his mind became lost, thoughts filled only with the words of the slaves around him, encouraging him to fuck her harder. The foremost among these was Melinda's.

  “Call him your God!” Melinda moaned. “Tell him what he is!”

  “Yes, you’re my God!” Joan nodded, eyes insane with lust. “My God! My DaddyGod!”

  With Joan writhing in bliss beneath him, it was tempting to unleash his babymaker batter in her already.

  But no—with as virile as he felt, there was only one place he wanted to dump his seed.

  All the self control in the world allowed him to exit the moaning, blissful, orgasming Joan and to push her roughly aside before spreading Melinda's legs wide.

  “Yes!” Tasia moaned behind him. “Oh, fuck her please! Fuck your wife! Fuck her until you know she's loyal!”

  That was exactly what he was going to do. For too long, too goddamn long, Melinda had denied him a child. No longer.

  Sliding deep into his wife, all these women cheering him on, Warren truly felt like his inner sex god had been unleashed.

  “Yes!” Melinda cried as he thrust into her. “Oh God! My god! You’re going to knock me up, aren’t you? Oh fuck, you’re going to get my fertile little cunt just full of your seed!”

  Her voice turned into an orgasmic cry, a high, continuous whine as Warren fucked his huge member inside of her tight, hot body. With every stroke, he forced her body to become more open to him, but always it was perfectly tight, squeezing and gripping him in all the right ways in all the right places. She possessed the perfect fucktunnel for his ultimate cock.

  “That’s right, slave. My hot little slavewife. I’m going to get you as pregnant as they come.”

  “Yes, Sire, please!” Her voice was delirious now. “Do it, oh god do it please! Knock me up! Knock me up for the rest of my life!”

  Tugging hard on her hair, he erupted inside of her. All it would take to fill her totally would be just a few spurts of his potent cum, and yet he pumped more and more into her—always more. His voluminous load seemingly unending, and her womb greedily absorbing every last succulent drop.

  Slowly, breathing hard, he exited his cumdrunk wife, watching with pleasure as she orgasmed still. Her fingers shot to her pussy, pulling as much of the excess cum as she could and swallowing it down. If he thought he had earned a reprieve, he was wrong. Already, Joan started in on his cock, sucking it dutifully with her beautiful, thick lips. Within a few minutes, he would be back up to full hardness, and ready to fuck again.

  That was right and good. He had so many hot babes to knock up at his leisure, after all.

  * * * * *

  The audience beyond the curtain was ready. Warren was ready. He adjusted his sleeves and cleared his throat, stepping out onto the stage and basking, finally, in their warm welcoming glow of applause. The applause he had earned—the applause he had earned.

  After they quieted, he held up his hands and began to do a few flourishes. His suit was expensive, though of course he received it for free, and now had a gorgeous young tailor in the city on his hypnotized retainer of women—and showed off his rugged form in a tight v-shape of manly power.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he announced with a smile, “I’d like to introduce you to my award-winning act—The Hypnotism Hotties!”

  The girls danced out onto the stage then, each of them with eyes full of worship for their glorious master. Their reverence for him displayed in public, before an enormous audience.

  No more illusions, no more tricks. All hypnosis, all night long. Oh sure, Katie and Belle started off with a few card tricks, showing off their cleavage and legs to the audience just to get them warmed up—but they were billed as a separate act. Warren’s act was all about Warren—just as he knew he had earned.

  Larry and Barbara ran a terrific security firm for him.

  There was a full house tonight, as there was every night. The women were the draw, of course. With their hypnotized minds at his absolute disposal, the busty young beauties had no issues at all about wearing the skimpiest outfits that Warren could imagine. The only thing holding him and his team back was his imagination.

  Melinda would dress in a minidress entirely composed from feathers. Tasia would wear nothing but carefully arranged leaves in an effort to mimic the biblical Eve. Belle would just walk around in a string bikini and high heels, like a car model, with the one difference being her top hat and white gloves. He would have two or three of his retinue walking around town in the days leading up to a show, going out to a bar and handing out fliers, instructing his women to flirt shamelessly with everyone—men and women—that they came across. Catherine, with her comely good looks and girl-next-door aura, was especially good at reigning in new male audience members.

  But what kept the crowd engaged after the first five minutes was witnessing true, actual hypnosis.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” Warren said, an apologetic smile on his face as the incredible beauties paraded before him, “it’s a simple thing to perform hypnosis. It truly is. Even my assistants can do it. And you know, I’m sort of tired tonight. A bit under the weather. How about I leave them to it?”

  The crowd would cheer, of course, eager to see more of the scantily-clad women bustling about the stage.

  It then became a sort of vaudeville act. This was all part of the regular show: Warren would come out and hypnotize an audience member. Then he would leave—called away by something or other, an emergency at the warehouse, a fire down by the docks—and Tasia would sneakily start to hypnotize people in his name. Then Catherine and Edith would rush around, trying to set everything right and only causing more chaos—hypnotizing the women to act like men and the men to act like women, hypnotizing Johns to be called Nathans and the men acting like dogs “corrected” to act like cats.

  At the show for this particular night, Melinda and Joan didn't do much. They were pregnant, after all—and he wasn't going to risk his progeny for anything.

  With their incredible bodies, and being only a few months pregnant each, Melinda and Joan barely showed. If anyone asked Joan who the father was, she said she’d had a donor. Publicly, she and Edith were still firmly lesbians, after all.

  He had every intention of knocking up the other girls—but only after Melinda and Joan finished their terms. When they got far enough along to have to stop entirely, he still wanted to have a show running and touring, after all.

  It was possible, he supposed, to just hypnotize more girls into being his assistants, but seven was probably enough.

  Probably. That didn’t stop him from fucking whatever hot little lovelies he came across in bars after the show. They went home with a smile on their faces and a hot load in their bellies—with a trigger to contact him if it ever resulted in a pregnancy. He had enough money to take care of anyone that he gifted with that most precious gift.

  At the end of the night, after all the chaos, triumphant finale of having every hypnotized member of the audience do an incredibly orchestrated dance number right before the crowd.

  It was silly. It was lofty. It was sexy. It was daring.

  It made Warren a ton of money—and he made sure every night that the crowd left dying to see more, and desperate to spread the word on social media.

  At home, Warren had no complaints.

  Some nights, he hypnotized Joan into becoming his doting, loving wife. Adoring everything about
him, always ordering his other girls around the house as the Supreme Mistress of the house. Even Tasia submitted totally to her will. Other nights, most nights in fact, he let Melinda do it. She was a beautiful woman, after all, and a real doll so long as she had her priorities straight. And Warren and the watch would make sure she always would.

  His home was a real home now. His home. His life was his life. And whether in the bedroom or on the stage, Warren received the adulation he knew he had earned.

  # # #

  Owned: The Secretary

  Night fell on the small city of Rosington and young, beautiful Maria was finally alone in the Sunshine Insurance offices. She worked as the office manager for the small firm, a stupid title for a worse job that she had come to loathe over the last several months.

  Her tiny pleated skirt swished as she stepped from desk to desk and office to office, turning off lights and dumping away any open trash. The janitorial service only came once a week, and so in the meantime, disposing of open waste was her job. She rather despised it, but she also despised having bugs and rats in the place where she worked, so she was diligent in her work.

  Finally, with all the computers off, and with every important piece of paperwork circulated into the physical in-boxes of the other five employees of the small insurance agency, she leaned back against a pillar and took a breath. Time to relax. It was Thursday, and that meant it was almost Friday—and Friday meant she could forget about her life for a few days like a good American. Maybe she would make her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend buy her something he couldn’t afford. That always made her feel good for at least a little while.

  For a few moments she watched the rise and fall of her breasts beneath the tight white blouse she wore. The men in the office—both of them—had been giving her a lot of stares today. She rather enjoyed it. Maria had made her way through high school and college with gentle flirting and teasing, seductive promises of showcasing her body that had never actually come to fruition. Scholarships were earned—and maintained—by simply convincing those desperate enough to do all her work for her.

  She had the body for such an exercise. Tight, toned, and busty, she was taller than most women and was strikingly beautiful, with a mixture of Brazilian, Native American, and Eastern European heritage. Her family history was more of a web than a tree, but as these things go, that resulted in her possessing creamy smooth, poreless skin and thick, dark shiny hair that almost never needed attention, unless she was really trying to impress.

  That hardly ever happened. She found so few people she actually wanted to impress.

  And so...here she was, an office manager for a do-nothing insurance agency. She got the job when the former manager had been in charge, Kyle, a man incredibly susceptible to Maria’s charms. She had been hoping to beguile him out of his savings entirely and maybe ruin his marriage in the process. But then he fell ill some months ago, and Maria, despite her best efforts, had not been able to land a job elsewhere.

  She’d had offers, of course. Mostly sexual in nature. Plenty of men offering themselves and their positions to give her status and money. But nothing that really spoke to her—nothing that was the next stepping stone up to the complete authority that she wanted and knew she deserved for being so fantastically perfect. Her lips were angelic, her cheekbones high and imperious—capable of softening in the most seductive ways possible, and her eyes brilliant green. She took her own beauty as a fact of the world, like gravity or the sun rising.

  It was...troubling, her inability to find better employment. Shaking for her confidence. Thoughts of seducing Kyle’s wife, Joslyn—who now ran the office—had crossed her mind repeatedly.

  Her sexuality was fluid; all that really turned her on was power.

  All her life, all she had wanted was power over others, and her beauty had given it to her. For it to start failing now filled her with doubts.

  Something banged downstairs in the basement. She rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow—wasn’t she here alone?

  Taking a large heavy flashlight, she walked downstairs to investigate. The light was on down there, but she still could use the flashlight for a club if needed. It was a good five pounds and her grip was strong from years of working out.

  She heard voices.

  “Come on,” said a girl. “No one’s around. Let’s do it. Please? Just once.”

  “We can’t.”

  This was Natalie and Robert, the newest interns from an outreach program coordinating with Northern University. Maria peeked around a corner to see them, holding the long sheet of her hair in place so it didn’t give her away. The two would work at the agency for a few months, filing and running errands, until their contracts ran out. They worked for almost no pay, less than the minimum wage thanks to a nice loophole in the state law regarding interns, and all for the promise of future employment which they wouldn’t get. Unless the Sunshine Insurance office massively ramped up its contract acquisitions, there simply wasn’t money to take on any new employees. Maria had her doubts they would even last through the year.

  “You’re really cute, though. Can’t we please kiss? I promise you’ll like it.”

  Natalie was an especially lovely young woman, just barely eighteen. Her body was slender, displayed today in a pair of extra-tight skinny jeans and pair of supple leather boots with tall heels, the sort that advertised she was hoping for a boyfriend soon. Her breasts were small, but perky, and nicely filled out the aquamarine sweater she had on. The young intern had thick dark hair she kept in a stylish ragged tangle about her skull and light blue eyes that lit up her face, looking almost like a Midwestern version of the more exotic Maria. The superior beauty noticed with pleasure, though, that her own hair was in better shape, and she was taller, and she did not suffer from any of the smoking acne that Natalie had seemed to pick up.

  Ticking off the ways she was better than other women was an enjoyable exercise for Maria. It was a way to hold power over them later, to bring down their self-confidence so they wouldn’t even have the drive to step out of line. She could land a comment that sounded harmless enough that was capable of ruining a woman’s entire day.

  She had done it earlier that morning with the bubbly, overweight blonde sales girl, Quinn.

  Oh, dear. You must have woken up late today, yes?

  And Quinn of course hadn’t woken up late that day, but all the same Maria could see her ego draining over the next several hours as she nitpicked herself for being so un-together that people commented on it.

  At any rate, Natalie was pretty, and it was strange for Robert to turn her down. He was cornered against a series of boxes on a shelf, and kept trying to back up as Natalie advanced, head tilted.

  “No, really. You’re very pretty, but—”

  “Thank you,” intoned Natalie, as if she had been given the best compliment in the world. “I was hoping you’d like my sweater. Do you see?”

  Maria could. The sweater was unbuttoned past the flimsy strap of her bra.

  Robert was attractive, Maria thought. She couldn’t put her finger on why. He was rather tall, and fit, but otherwise seemed like sort of a schlub. He had blond hair that was never quite arranged and looked as though he hadn’t slept for months. His shirts were regularly untucked and his pants never seemed to fit all the way.

  Something about him, though, in the brief interactions they’d had, made her skin tingle. She had ignored the feeling, marking it as the mistake in her chemistry that she knew it was. Perhaps there was a man out there for her somewhere, but it most certainly wasn’t Robert.

  Maria was used to not being very attracted to men. Most of them were disappointing, like scared little children when she showed them who and what she truly was. The darkness of her desires, the unadulterated need for power. She felt often like she had been born in the wrong era. Maria would have been right at home as a mistress for some king, whispering in his ear and wrapping a slender hand around his thick cock while he laid down proclamations on his populace.r />
  A woman like her was born to serve a King. It was a shame she never found one. The boyfriend she had now was only around to pay her bills for her.

  “Natalie, button your sweater, please. This isn’t right.”

  “I won’t,” she said softly. “Not until you kiss me.”

  Her voice had become a soft, eager whisper, and she leaned forward to take Robert’s head in her hands. He caught her wrist, though, and Natalie stopped almost instantly. Her body became limp, the strength visibly gone from it.

  “I’m sorry,” said Robert. “I didn’t want to. Y-you made me do it. I’m sorry. I’m—”

  His apologies were cut off as Natalie dropped to her knees, crying out.

  At first, Maria was alarmed. The young beauty shifted and moaned, her skinny body writhing and spasming. That’s when Maria saw the grin on her face, the heated flush of unrepentant pleasure.

  She was cumming. Just like that.

  Robert had made her cum with a touch.

  Maria’s cunt had never been more wet in her entire life.

  * * * * *

  It’s real. It’s real. It’s all real. This was real. This was happening. This was...

  This was a problem.

  Robert looked down at the quivering, blissful form of Natalie, and tried his best to think about how to solve this new problem and to ignore the urgent erection rapidly forming in his pants.

  He hadn’t changed her. It didn’t look like he had changed her. Only convinced her to leave him alone. Why would she want to do anything with him when she was having the best orgasms of her life?

  Okay. He wiped his mouth briefly, feeling the stubby hairs of his beard, unshaved for days now. This was fixable. He could fix this. All he had to do was put his hand on her again, make her stop cumming, and then make her forget. Make her act normal around him again and ignore him in the future. That was safest.

  And he wouldn’t do anything else. He wouldn’t...change her. At all.