The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Master PC – The Protector

By TechnicDragon

Chapter 49: Bedside Talk

Jeri and Alexandria took in the sight of me and Mandy curled together in the back seat. I was still a touch shocked at Mandy’s request and the knowledge that she wanted to become more of what Vikkor had already started. She moved her hips and brought me out of the short reverie.

“You two are cleaning up whatever mess you made,” Jeri said as she got out of the car.

“I’ll help,” said Alexandria as she got out too.

Mandy sat up and began to extract from me, allowing my hard thick manhood to slap against my own belly. She smiled up at me as Alexandria opened the opposing back door, knelt and began licking me clean. Mandy kept her eyes on mine as she joined the other woman. It didn’t really take them long to finish the clean up since I hadn’t unloaded. In fact they kept me on the brink.

I sat up because I needed more space. The car was too cramped and the police frequented the parking lot. Mandy gathered the coat she started out in and hung it on her shoulders, but didn’t pull it fully closed. After all, she was only going from the car to my apartment, maybe twenty feet away. Alexandria helped me to get closed up and I actually had to stretch once I stood out in the open space.

Looking around, I realized that Tabitha’s car wasn’t there. Renée explained that she and the others went straight to Tabitha’s place.

All of us went into my apartment. Erin went to get something from her suit case in my bedroom. Mandy followed to see the room for herself. Alexandria stood in the living room looking around as if trying to decide whether she liked it or not. She held a small bag, presumably of her alternate attire.

“Alexandria, if you want, you can use the bathroom to change,” I offered.

She nodded and closed herself in for a bit of privacy.

I turned to Renée. “She looks about your height and dimensions. I don’t think she has much to wear. Would you mind if she borrows something if she needs it?”

Renée smiled. “I don’t mind. I’ll bring over some stuff tomorrow. I doubt she’ll need much tonight.”

I took her hand, rubbing small circles on her knuckles. It was what she did for me when she was happy I was around. “Thank you.”

She gave me a kiss and a tight hug. “My pleasure.”

Jeri added, “I’ll see what the store carries too. It may not be much for everyday wear, but it’ll be something.”

I took her hand too and pulled her in for a kiss. “You two are great.”

Erin had snuck up behind me, “Me too. I’ve loaned Mandy a few things.”

I turned quickly and snatched her up into the air. The sudden move caught her by surprise and a very girlish squeal escaped her. I brought her down slowly, rubbing my face into her chest and then up for another kiss as I set her on her feet. “Thank you too.”

“You can thank us some time tomorrow,” she returned as she ran a hand over my still stiff shaft.

Alexandria opened the bathroom door at that moment wearing a black teddy and matching undies. Yum. Erin, Renée and Jeri took that, and my appreciative stare, as their cue to depart. They gave me kisses on my cheeks and closed the door behind them as I continued to gaze openly at Alexandria. She had let her long thick mass down and it framed her face and the tops of her enormous breasts nicely. The teddy was completely see-through, nothing was left to the imagination. Her nipples stood out firm and begging for attention. I wanted to know what they would feel like in my mouth, running my tongue and lips over and around them. Squeezing them together to try and fit both into my salivating maw at the same time.

She moaned as my thoughts progressed to her crotch. Feeling her magnificent legs wrap around me as I buried myself in her again. Her thighs tightened together and I realized that she was probably feeling what I was thinking again, because it felt pretty good to me. I walked over to her but stopped short of touching. We reached out at the same time and pulled at each other. Our lips found the others and our bodies molded together. We didn’t let our lips pull far apart as our clothes disappeared.

I was about to just lay her down on the floor, but Mandy reminded me there was a bed. The next thing I remembered was Alexandria laying back, her legs spread wide on the edge of the bed and her hands positioning me to enter her. With a single thrust, I was buried hilt deep and laying over to receive her attentions. We curled together, kissing, moaning, and encouraging each other. My hips pounded at her, forcing me into her over and over. Beating away at the wall that held me back and knocking down all other obstacles until finally, our calls could be heard over the neighborhood. Even after that release, I continued bucking at her, relentlessly hammering her soppy canal until another huge load poured forth and out as our humping calmed to a slow stop. Both of us lay there trying to catch our breaths.

Rolling over, I slipped from her wet messy sheath. Alexandria curled up to me, a smile on her face. I took in the sight of her expression, a woman satisfied. It warmed me that she was happy with the way I just took her, but it also said something of how she allowed others to just take control.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed.

Her brow furrowed. “For what, my Lord?”

That got me to sit up a touch. She didn’t sit up, but rolled back. She was probably expecting me to climb up and start again, but I stayed put leaning on an elbow. “My Lord?”

She nodded, a touch of concern creasing her eyes. “Yes, my Lord. You are my Master and Lord. You don’t need to apologize for taking what you want.”

“Did you call Vikkor Mistress and Lady?”

She nodded. “Though she preferred Mistress.”

Yeah, she wasn’t much of a lady. I didn’t say it, but it was close. “I don’t require any of you to call me Lord or Master. I’m not your master.”

Her eyes darted back and forth quickly, she was scanning her memories. “What should I call you then?”

“How about Ral?”

She shook her head. “No, your real name is unsuitable for me to speak.”

“Why? What’s wrong with my name?”

“Vikkor taught me to not use her name, neither Vikkor nor her real name. She preferred her title.”

“I’m not Vikkor. I don’t care for the Master/Slave or User/Subject stuff. You might be those things by definition, but not in my heart. You deserve better than that.” I gave it some thought. Maybe not using my real name was a good idea. “If you feel it endangers me to other users then pick a pet name. I don’t mind that.”

“A pet name? You’re not my pet though.”

“No, I mean a name of endearment. Something that is just how you feel for me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Something like honey, lover, darling, whatever. It doesn’t actually have to mean anything to anyone else, just you and me.”

“Why don’t you pick something for me to call you?”

“Because I want you to; it would mean so much more to me if you found something that you liked.”

She looked away thinking. I looked up and found Mandy in the doorway watching us.

“What should I call you, bro?”

“Not that, please.”

She chuckled. “You are so not my brother. The kid I remember was small and quiet. You’re tall, handsome and speak with confidence. You’re nothing like I remember.”

“I’ve gone through a lot of changes.”

She grinned again. “Yeah, you have.” Her cat eyes drifted down, taking in the sight of my messy half-hard appendage. “Care if I clean you up?” she asked licking her lips.

“That depends on how well you explain your request back in the car.”

She cocked her head to the side. “I thought it was pretty simple, pretty clear.”

“To some degree, yeah, but just what are you looking for? You said you don’t want to remember anything but belonging to me. Why would you want to give up all your memories?”

She shook her head. “I don’t need them to be yours. It’s like extra baggage.”

“I thought Vikkor had changed your appearance to keep you from leaving. That’s what your memories told me.”

“That’s what I thought too. Those thoughts are what you saw. Trust me, I didn’t ask for this, but...” she pulled her tail around and let it slip through her hands. “it’s kinda grown on me. Ya know?”

Grown on her? She was part cat and not just in body. Her mind had a cat lurking around in it and she was being influenced. Cats are solitary creatures by nature, but they enjoy curling up with another warm body too. She wanted a simpler life, but I couldn’t’ just cut away her humanity.

I shook my head. “I can’t take away your memories, Mandy. I can’t even find the will to change you to be more human looking than you are. If I’d had it, it would have happened while we were in the car.”

She looked down. “I should have known.”

“He is still learning how to use the program Mandy. Give him time,” Alexandria offered.

I sat up completely with that. “I still have one more thing to tell both of you.” Mandy looked up and Alexandria sat up. “I haven’t used the program to gain these abilities.”

“What do you mean? How can you do all of that if you haven’t been using the program?” Alexandria asked.

I tried to explain it. Neither of them reacted when I got to the part about my real last name. They just listened with apt attention.

It was a moment before either of them spoke, but Mandy finally broke the silence. “So even if I went through with Vikkor’s plan to get your code, it wouldn’t have done her any good and I’d still be stuck?”

I nodded. “Probably. However, she’s probably got her hands full with Chloe and looking for a way to satisfy my true nympho.”

“I don’t know...” Alexandria started to say, “Vikkor has quite an appetite for sex herself. She may enjoy the unquenchable nature of yours.”

Great, just what I didn’t need to know. I had enjoyed the idea of showing up and Vikkor demanding I take Chloe away without so much as thinking of something in return. If Alexandria was right, Vikkor might try to get me to turn Chloe over to her in exchange for Mandy and Alexandria. The real problem was, I didn’t know how to untie our bonds. I thought about it and Chloe was enjoying herself. She was in the throes of orgasm at that very moment. Her fire was quieted but not even close to being quenched. Whoever was with her had their hands full because she was already asking for more.

I shook my head. Vikkor was a woman but she may have been the one bringing Chloe. I felt a touch of jealousy, but nothing like what I felt when I thought Chaos’ men might lay Nadia. It was a different kind of envy. A woman would know how to satisfy another woman in ways I could never understand. That was Vikkor’s real power. However, part of me knew that Chloe originally yearned for long hard cock to fill her. She could enjoy the touch of another woman, but she wanted to be filled in the way only a man could provide. And I was her man.

Mandy stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her stomach. It enhanced her abundant chest especially with the way the light played along her fur around her pale breasts. I was still at half mast and the sight was enough to start pumping me up again. I held my hand out to her, “Come here... my pet.”

Mandy looked up at me and saw my hand out to her. She gave a small sigh and stepped over to take it. I pulled her down to kneel in front of me and held her face in my hands. After a light soft kiss on the lips I offered, “If I find a way to help you find the kind of life you want, then I will. It would be wrong of me to help so many others get what they want and deny you. You want a simpler life, fine. But I still think you shouldn’t just dump your memories. Some of them came in handy in the car. We might have been parked just outside the apartment before getting anywhere if you didn’t know what you did.”

She rolled her eyes to the side and smiled slightly.

“In the mean time, we should find something for you to do to keep busy. I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here, so if we find you a nice busy purpose then it won’t be so bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have a computer. It’s not too bad. Maybe with the right implements you could start some kind of home business. I’m not expecting you to make tons of money, so find something you like and give it a shot.”

“She’s a superb dancer. Why not an online dance show?” Alexandria offered.

“I’m not that good.” Mandy actually blushed.

I had to disagree. “Wrong. You were... what’s the word? Exotic? You may not believe yourself that good, but you might find enough others disagreeing. You might even be able to charge viewers to watch.”

“What? Like a club dancer or something?”

“Well, why not. You had me pretty revved up with your show at the meeting. Dancing in front of a camera would also be a lot safer than on a platform with men trying to climb up to join you.”

“Vikkor has something like that too. It brings in easily half her revenue.” Alexandria offered.

“You think I could really do this?” Mandy wasn’t sure.

“How about this; make a short video and post it on a few sites. Go back in a few days and see how many times it’s been downloaded. You could probably even setup a link for responses. Like a free preview or something. Let the public decide.”

She thought about it but didn’t argue. I don’t think she was really concerned with money or even what people thought. She was probably the same with her dancing as I was with my drawing. I could draw and the few people who had seen my work thought I should pursue some kind of artistic career. After the entertainment Mandy had offered at Vikkor’s meeting, I was certain she would have a very good following. Finally, she nodded. “I guess I could try.” She looked up. “But what song should I dance too?”

“My laptop is in the pantry. Don’t ask. Go get on the net and try and find something.”

She hopped up and bounced along as she headed toward the kitchen.

“She’ll be great,” Alexandria said.

I nodded. If she really put forth even a tiny bit of effort, Mandy would probably have something really good to show for it.