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Yuko stared vacantly at the wall as she walked on the treadmill Master had brought her to help her recover her strength. The automatic timer shut it off, and she went to the kitchen, ate a simple meal, then returned to her room and took a kneeling position in front of her bed, where the phone left for her by Master lay, all while keeping her mind as close to blank as possible. It helped dull the ache of her idleness. It had been a week since she'd heard from Him. Was she not His tool? What purpose did she have without a command to obey? Her very self-concept was entangled around her servitude to Him, and the idle days ate at her, so she tried to be a robot, shut down her mind, but only Master could give her that blissful blankness.
Her soul leapt as the phone tweeted for her attention. Her hand snatched the device from the sheet and flipped it open to find a text-message waiting for her.
"6 f 19-24." it said simply.
"Yes," she typed in acknowledgement. The command restored purpose to her existence and salved her heartache. She went to the television and turned it on, flipping channels until she found a local station with a weather report. It was a warm day with no chance of rain, so she went with a red mid-thigh sun dress and matching pumps. There wasn't much breeze, so she went commando--besides, the closer she was to naked, the more comfortable she was. She picked up the purse Master had left for her use. It contained a money clip with ten ten-dollar bills, an ATM card in case she needed more, and a fake ID. Yuko added the cell phone to its contents and peered out the chained door. No one was in evidence, so she slipped quietly out into the hall and down the steps, avoiding the neighbors. She stepped out into the street, her dark eyes scanning for targets like a hawk in the sky.
The mission was to gather six females aged nineteen to twenty-four. She had done it before with a callous and cavalier attitude that had put her in danger many times. Putting herself in danger was no longer allowed. Her life was not her own to forfeit; it was property of her Master. Also, if somebody reported one of her recruits as missing, and then the girl was found in Master's presence, He could find himself in proverbial hot water--a clear disservice, prohibited by her new reality. It called for a much more circumspect approach than she was used to.
A small part of her looked forward to the challenge.
Esperanza was conscious of the attention of her classmates as she entered the school. She had to admit, she looked good in her new, less-frumpy clothes. Her new blue jeans fit her just right, making an excellent package for her lush Latin backside. A white button-up shirt was tucked into her pants, allowing the shape of her chest to be discerned below. Her hair was cascading down her back in dark waves. Below her clothes, sheer silk underwear gave her a decidedly naughty feeling as she walked. Adding to this was the confidence in her stride, the enigmatic Mona Lisa smile on her face, and a touch of a naughty twinkle in her eye as she appraised each male she passed.
She was at her usual post when the bell rang. She caught a couple of guys without their hall passes. Her newly-perceptible sensuality kept them from making up a believable excuse, and her manner let them know just who was in charge. She felt powerful, and it felt good.
Mark showed up, and the tables were turned. She found herself eagerly bouncing to his side as he beckoned her to him. The touch of his lips on hers set her body on fire, and she wanted to ravish him right there in the hall. "Come on." he told her, and she followed him obediently to the auditorium. Someone had wheeled a brass bed onto the stage and made it up in preparation for the morning's activities. Esperanza felt a shiver of desire run through her.
"Nappy-time, E." Mark whispered in her ear. Suddenly, she couldn't keep her eyes open. She fell into his arms, and he held her tightly for a moment before he spoke. "Stand up, Esperanza." he told her, his voice taking on a new resonance that had nothing to do with the acoustics in the auditorium and everything to do with the fact that his voice was the center of her universe. Her limbs moved almost on their own, and then she was upright, except for her hanging head. He lifted her chin and she remained as he posed her. "Open your eyes, Esperanza." he whispered. She obeyed, and he led her to the bed. "You've done well, Esperanza. Your clothes are very pleasing." She shivered with pleasure. "Now I want to watch you take them off. Move your body as you do it, like you're dancing to a striptease song." She could actually hear the music in her mind as she began to undo the buttons of her shirt. One by one, each item of clothing found itself hanging on the headboard until she was naked for her teacher.
"Very good, Esperanza." he said, caressing her cheek gently. "Now, lie down in the bed." She complied eagerly. "Now, feel your arms and legs being drawn toward the corners of the bed by strong elastic cables." he said. She was amazed how his words could make the sensations real for her. "That's very good, feel the cables growing stronger, so you can't move at all." She tested her imaginary bonds, and found them immovable. "Very good." he said, his finger grazing her labia and drawing a moan from within her quivering body. He put a blindfold over her eyes and caressed her calmingly as he whispered soothing praise. "I'll be back in just a moment, Esperanza." She lay there blind and immobile as she heard the dressing room door open and close. A few seconds later, it opened and closed again. Footsteps whisked softly on the floor of the stage, and she felt hands at the foot of the bed. A pair of lips gently, tenderly kissed their way up her legs, sending delightful shivers through Esperanza's body. She gasped as she felt a tongue delicately licking the edges of her labia, and the gasp became a shuddering moan as her clitoris was sucked into the mouth of her tormentor. The tongue began to draw designs on her clit, and she came hard. The tongue made broad swipes from the bottom of her pussy to the top, lapping up all of her cum. Hands removed the blindfold, and she looked up to see Mark standing over her, smiling. He told her to look down, and she did--and found a nude Sierra Mitchell still lapping at her slit. The probing tongue found Esperanza's G-spot, and she came again, crying out her pleasure to the lights and rigging above. Sierra crawled up Esperanza's body and began to kiss her on the mouth. She tasted herself on the other woman's face. The flavor wasn't unpleasant, and she let herself give in to Sierra's kiss, knowing it would please her instructor.
"Esperanza, your limbs are no longer bound, you can move freely." Mark said. Esperanza wrapped her arms around Sierra and kept kissing as the other began to massage her breasts. "Now, Esperanza, it's time for you to learn how to please a woman." Sierra took Esperanza's place on the bed, and Mark guided her in the art of cunningulus. Sierra's juices tasted similar to her own, but there were differences. Did every woman taste different? Her tongue probed deeply into Sierra's steaming depths. Mark was massaging Sierra's chest as the Latin beauty continued her exploration.
"Uh! A little ... a little to the left!" Sierra gasped. Esperanza complied, and the next stab of her tongue set off an orgasm in her subject. Instruction continued, and Mark moved behind her, burying his face in Esperanza's muff, causing her to moan into Sierra's, which caused Sierra to moan herself. Mark was good at what he did, his tongue doing magical things to her cunt. She came, and then Sierra came again. Both women went limp, catching their breath. Mark kissed each of them in turn, starting with Sierra. He then put a pillow on the floor.
"Kneel here, Esperanza." he told her. Esperanza obeyed, planting her knees on the pillow. He opened his pants, dropped his shorts, and unveiled his hard, pulsing erection. It bobbed in front of her eyes. "Now, take the head into your mouth." he told her, and she complied, unable to resist even if she had wanted to. She savored the taste of him as he guided her further down his length. "Relax your throat. You will find that you will not gag." he said. Obediently, she took his head into her throat, and moaned softly through her nose. Soon, she had her nose buried in his pubic hair. She looked up at him for approval. He smiled, and she almost came again. He told Sierra to get under Esperanza's slit. He began to instruct Esperanza in the finer points of sucking cock, while Sierra offered encouragement in the form of pleasurable motions of her tongue against the Latin girl's labia and clit.
She increased and decreased her pace at his urging, experimented with her tongue, and took great care not to let her teeth scrape against him. He stiffened as his orgasm approached. She wasn't ready, didn't manage to catch it all, and some of it spilled out of her mouth and onto her chest.
"It's okay, it's okay, that comes with practice." he assured her. Sierra crawled out from under Esperanza's pelvis and began to lick up the mess. The two young women kissed, sharing the semen between them. The taste was better than Esperanza had expected. Sierra showed him her half of the load, and Esperanza followed suit. He smiled as Sierra made a big production of swallowing and then showing her empty mouth. Again, Esperanza aped the more experienced young woman. "Well done, both of you. Sierra, you're a wonderful teaching assistant, and Esperanza, you're an eager and apt pupil. We're going to keep practicing your fellatio until you can swallow like a pro. Would you like that?"
"Mm, yes!" Esperanza replied.
"Okay, Esperanza. I'm going to count to three and snap my fingers. When my fingers snap, you'll come out of your trance, feeling relaxed and refreshed. One. Two. Three." Snap. Her mind expanded from its state of laser-like focus, and she looked at Sierra, who kissed her again. Esperanza moaned into the kiss, and groped her full breast with one hand, her round, pale butt with the other.
"I think this is fast becoming my favorite class." she panted. Mark and Sierra laughed, and helped her get dressed before the bell rang.
Mark had a major caffeine buzz from his evening's work--taste-testing various sample cups until he found one that imparted no unpleasant aftertaste to the drinks. Though his sales figures were still in the black, he realized they might be higher if he'd done this before. He had to use regular Dixie cups until the shipment of new, aftertaste-free cups arrived. Fortunately he had a supply of mints, and coupons for free ice cream sandwiches with any combo meal kept the customers happy in the interim.
Sierra was more than a little surprised when they went to her house instead of his trailer after work. He set the emergency brake as well as putting the Silverado in park so that the steep hill on which her family's driveway had been built wouldn't roll the vehicle out into the street--or into the neighbors' living room.
"Um..." she started, before his finger on her lips quieted her.
"Just watch." he said as he knocked on the door. Her mother answered. "Greetings, Maternal Unit." he said cheerfully. Mrs. Mitchell's face instantly blanked. "Go trigger your husband and give him the same instructions I am giving you. You are both to go to bed and not wake up until you hear the alarm clock or the smoke alarm."
"Trigger husband. Go to bed. Not wake up." Mrs. Mitchell said flatly, then turned to obey.
"You wouldn't happen to be behind the fact that they haven't said anything about me staying with you so much, would you?" Sierra asked, smiling.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, love." he replied with a suitably mysterious-looking smile as he led her up to her room. He closed the door behind them, and she sat down on the bed. "Are we in the right room?" he asked, looking around. She giggled. The last time he'd been here, there had been stuff everywhere, but now everything was neat and tidy--even the dust bunnies were gone.
"I cleaned up a little." Sierra said, looking slightly embarrassed.
"'A little?'" he asked, as he tilted her head up with his finger. "Not that it isn't nice, I'm just curious."
"Well ... I thought I should try practicing some, uh, domestic duties ... since we're going to get married and all." Mark bent down and kissed her gently on the lips, not quite a "peck," but not quite a French kiss either.
"If it's what you want." he said, and kissed his way across her cheek and down her neck. He felt her shiver under the light caress, and her pulse quicken under his lips. Her nipples were hard as he unveiled them, undressing her slowly until she was nude. Then she returned the favor, and he held her gently in his arms, lavishing attention on her favorite places and playing her body like a well-tuned fiddle. "Cum for me, baby." he whispered into her ear, and whatever composure she had left dissolved into a shuddering orgasmic puddle. He let her go for some time before calming her. "Sierra Mystified." he said, and she dropped like a stone. Though he knew she didn't need it, since she was used to going deep just with her trigger, he ran her through a series of deepeners. "When I count to three, you will travel deep within your mind to a safe, calm place. No sound penetrates this place except that of the smoke alarm, and you will remain in your safe place until you hear the smoke alarm, at which point you will awaken from trance and be ready to do whatever needs to be done, or until you feel my finger touch your forehead, at which point you will open your eyes, remaining deeply entranced and ready for whatever suggestions I may give you. One. Two. Three." She went limp on "three," and Mark caressed her reposed face, keeping clear of her forehead for now. The doorbell rang. Ding-dong, ding, pause, dong. He went downstairs and let Hua in. She folded herself into his arms as he kissed her.
"I'm not late, am I, Master?" she asked, concerned. Mark smiled as he had her suck Sierra's juices off his fingers.
"No, we're just getting started." he told her. He relieved her of the diaper bag she'd brought with her and examined its contents, checking off each item against his mental list. "Good, you brought everything. Come on, it's time to play." She followed him upstairs, where Sierra lay blissfully unaware of their plotting. He undressed her slowly, caressing her body as he did and kissing her all over, enhancing her excitement. Thanks to months of listening to his hypnotic tapes, her breasts had grown a size and a half from what they had been when he'd first claimed her, and they loved the attention of his hands and mouth, especially on her long, stiff nipples. He seated himself in Sierra's computer chair and slid Hua onto his cock. He allowed himself to slip into a trance of his own, letting himself grow excited but not ejaculating yet, even as Hua had her first orgasm of the evening. He stood her on her wobbly feet and reached into the bag, pulling out a strap-on dildo, which he fastened onto Hua. Then, he walked over to where Sierra lay and touched her gently on the forehead. Her eyes opened, staring blankly at nothing.
"Sierra," he said, caressing her face gently, "I am going to snap my fingers. When I do, you will remain deeply hypnotized, but will be able to think and act as if you were not. You will still obey my every suggestion, but will act normally otherwise. Also, you will notice that there is someone else in the room. This person will look and sound exactly like me, feel, smell and taste like me, so much so that you will have trouble telling the difference. You will be excited by the thought of a threesome with two of me, and will obey our suggestions instantly, and eagerly." He snapped his fingers, and Sierra's expression became animated once again. "How do you feel, darling?" he asked as he helped her sit up. She looked at Hua in shock, seeing her as an exact double of Mark, then back to Mark, then Hua, then Mark again, like someone sitting at the center line at Wimbledon.
"Huh? How'd you copy yourself?" she asked.
"That's for me to know, and for you to just enjoy the results of." Hua said, leaning over and kissing her tenderly. Mark kissed her as well.
"This is so confusing."
"Shh, just relax, and enjoy." Mark said, and helped her out of the bed. He put a box in the seat of her chair, and put a pillow on top of that, at just the right height for her to lean over it. At Mark's direction, Hua moved to one side, while Mark bent Sierra over the other, putting her face in line with Hua's strap-on. Sierra needed little prompting, taking the false phallus into her mouth and sucking with relish. Mark slid his very real tool into Sierra's dripping slit from behind.
"Mmm, yeah, just like that." Hua said encouragingly, though of course the strap-on conveyed no sensation. Sierra moaned as Mark worked his magic from the back, using everything he knew about her to send her shooting off like a rocket. At a signal from Mark, Hua began to fake an orgasm, while Mark whispered that Sierra would feel and taste the imaginary semen in her mouth.
"It seems we've all worked up quite a sweat." he said. "Come on, let's go shower." Hua helped Sierra to her feet, and the women wobbled behind Mark as he led them to the bathroom, grabbing his body-wash from the bag. He started the shower, and they stepped inside and began to soap each other up. Mark kissed Sierra, letting his hands roam over her slippery body, before he re-entered her pussy. Hua soaped up the dildo and gently slid it into Sierra's anus.
"Um ... um ... oh, God!" she cried, orgasming as she felt herself entered from the front and the back. She was incoherent with pleasure as she perceived Mark fucking her in stereo. Mark suggested that as soon as he came in her cunt, she would feel the other one cum in her butt, and it would set off an even stronger orgasm in her. Then, he let himself go. Mark and Hua held Sierra tightly, thrusting in unison, while Sierra lost control entirely, her eyes crossing, toes curling and head lolling as she struggled to cope with an overload of pleasure. She passed out as her two lovers withdrew. Mark held her up while Hua finished cleaning her. They dried off, and dried Sierra, before taking the unconscious girl back to bed.
It was four in the morning by the time Sierra regained consciousness. Hua lay beside her, having gone to sleep after receiving her reward from Mark. He led the young redhead back into trance and removed the evening's suggestions before awakening her again at last.
"That was intense." she said. "Don't you have to sleep?"
"I power-nap." he said with a chuckle. "About four times a day. How the heck do you think Bruce Wayne manages Wayne Enterprises in the daytime and swings through the city as Batman at night?"
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