The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1

Sarah hummed gently as she sucked diligently at a man’s cock. She was kneeling between his legs with her mouth wrapped lovingly around the organ. She caressed it with her tongue and sucked on it gently, working not to bring him to his release, but to allow him to savor her ministration. Of course, that let her enjoy the taste and texture of him fully as well. She never knew the musky taste of a man’s cock could be so good or just how much fun it could be running her tongue and lips over it’s veined hardness. She also loved playing gently with his sack as she sucked on his manhood. Sarah found herself in the throes of passion just casually pleasuring a man. Her free hand was far more vigorously stroking her pussy and clit through her crotchless teddy outfit. Holli had removed Sarah’s dildo before she was sent in to entertain Master’s guest, and she could feel the emptiness tearing away at her soul.

Sarah was still gripped by the unreality of her new life. She was a sex slave, and had been for some time. She knew that her love for sucking cock was a new change Master had placed in her so she could entertain guests. She hated that, she hated that she actually enjoyed putting on the frilly white croctchless teddy she now wore. Sarah couldn’t help it though, it made her look so sexy and she loved to look sexy now. She’d even made Holli get her a different teddy after the first one didn’t show off her nipples enough. This one was sheer enough that Sarah could clearly see her nipples through the material, and Sarah swooned at the sight, unable to suppress her joy at how hard she was going to make the men who saw her. She’d even shaved her pussy, so she would be even sexier. Even as she did all this, Sarah knew just how wrong her behavior was, but it all felt perfectly natural to her at the same time. Her identity was being washed away, and though she savored the new pleasures being unleashed Sarah ached for control over herself again and escape from this new existence.

“These women of yours are a marvel, Sir.” Trevor Phillips smiled as he petted Sarah’s bobbing blond head. He’d rarely had a woman as enthusiastic about giving him oral sex, and certainly none who could drag out the pleasure like Sarah was. “So what can I do for you?”

Trevor hadn’t planned on being called to meet with Larange like this. He’d heard about the recent raid, and that Larange had managed to get the upper hand. Larange had been forced to abandon one of his bases, but he was still fully in control of his situation. Trevor was just a small time criminal in comparison and he wasn’t about to turn down a request from the most powerful man he knew.

“You are likely aware of my recent relocation.” Larange began as he petted Molly’s brown locks. She was busy mimicking Sarah, and enjoying it just as much. He stifled a groan as Molly gave him an especially pleasing caress in response. She had definitely gotten over her dislike for oral sex, Larange smiled as his pet continued her diligent service.

Trevor nodded his awareness and Larange continued. “I am currently working to spread out my resources. I do have room at my new facility, but there is no need to keep all my eggs in one basket. I’m offering you three of my pixies to do with as you please until I need to call on them. If I don’t call on them you can keep them as long as you like and I promise to leave you with one of your choice once this whole affair is complete.”

“Ah, and what do I have to do in exchange for this wonderful gift?” Trevor asked. No one ever gave anything away for free, not when they could get something out of it. Trevor didn’t especially need women, or rather he could get as many whores as he wanted, willing and luscious but not loyal. That was something he could appreciate about Larange’s pets, they literally couldn’t disobey. Still, Trevor knew their first loyalty would be to Larange. Trevor’s safety at that point would rely on his allegiance to Larange. The reality was Trevor knew he couldn’t back out now anyway, too much had already happened. Larange would just turn Trevor into a mindless stud for one of his female associates if Trevor crossed him now.

“Aside from keeping my fine stock in good condition?” Larange chuckled. “The Bureau likely suspects you are aware of my operation. I want you to convey to them my determination if ever they talk to you. I have offered them my terms, and I want them to accept them.”

“I don’t understand you really, do you think you can keep them at bay forever?” Trevor asked. He’d had his contacts get him as much information on the showdown as he could. Trevor still wasn’t sure of Larange’s motives. The man had power most would dream of, and all he wanted was a cottage in the country with a rotating assortment of naked coed slave girls waiting on him.

“If they believe the threat, I actually think they’ll protect me, to keep my vengeance from accidentally transforming all of civilization into a massive orgy until everything falls apart.” Larange smiled.

“But why not just release it, take over. You would rule the world!” Trevor replied. He’d dreamed of this kind of power all his life. Now all he had was a rather large smuggling operation. Certainly, he had power, and many people feared and respected him, but there were limits and those limits always annoyed Trevor. Now here was a man in front of him that had no limits. If Larange wanted to, he would be undisputed ruler of the world in days, and he was fighting not to take the reins. Trevor envied his associate’s position again, and if he could he would have grabbed Larange’s power for himself, but he very well knew the consequences for failure in that fight and even given the prize it was too high a risk.

“And have that responsibility on my shoulders. No, Trevor, I’m nothing more than a slothful pervert. I enjoy corrupting innocent young women like these two right here. If I take over the world, it will be the end of civilization, everything will fall to stagnation since every slave will dream only those dreams they have been allowed to dream. Mankind can achieve great things if left to itself, and I don’t want to ruin that just for my own enjoyment. I don’t want to give up my pleasures either, though, and it’s a small price to pay for the future of humanity.” Larange explained. It had been on his mind since the moment he’d discovered the capabilities of his nanotechnology. He could rule the world, but he didn’t want that, all he wanted was a carefree, pampered, and sex filled life.

“Sure, but you are such a short sighted man, it’s too bad really. I can understand the appeal of a harem filled with women like this.” Trevor smiled and patted Sarah’s head again. She gave him a special suck in appreciation of his recognition. Sarah only wished they would stop talking so she could get something harder and longer than her fingers into her aching pussy. She shuddered just thinking about how wonderful the nice thick cock she was sucking on would feel plunging into her depths. Sarah could hardly wait. She started humming again around him to let him know just how much she loved what she was doing.

“Well, I can tell that little Molly here is ready for a little more intimate action and I am sure that Sarah is as well. Why don’t we retire to the bedroom and negotiate the rest of our deal later?” Larange suggested, pulling Molly’s head off of his cock and coaxing her to stand before him.

Molly gave one last fond lick of his shaft and stood up slowly, careful to give Master a full view of his property. She knew it was wrong, that she wasn’t anyone’s property, but the thought of being owned sent shudders of pure arousal through her body. She could feel her nipples get hard just at the thought, and she made sure to jiggle her ample breasts in front of Master so he could see. Her mind might know she wasn’t property, but her body was fully convinced it was owned and it knew exactly who the owner was.

“Nice and horny today, aren’t we Molly?” Master asked as he reached up and cupped her breasts and fondled them through her teddy. Molly moaned joyously, she couldn’t get enough of his hands, especially when they were fondling her so intimately. She pressed her breasts into his hands and just let herself enjoy his touch.

“Master wouldn’t have me any other way.” Molly shot back, her voice torn between sarcasm and passionate joy. A part of her still resisted the changes and still fought to express herself, even if she was almost completely a nymphomaniac sex slave now. Part of Molly was still there, and she reveled in the fact that on a few occasions she could actually express herself again, before descending into mindless ecstasy filled rutting. Of course, it was just words. She couldn’t control her actions anymore, especially in Master’s presence. Even as she sniped at him, she was pressing herself wantonly against him and savoring the sensation of his flesh against hers.

“No, my dear, I don’t think I would.” Larange smiled and pinched her nipple. Her slightly terse expression blossomed to unrestrained joy as she had a mini orgasm. He liked her spirit. Molly had always been one of his favorite girls, no matter how far she fell she always fought back. Larange wondered just how far he would have to push to actually break her spirit, but he was reluctant to find out. He enjoyed her struggle far more than he would another broken girl. After the immediate troubles were through, he planned on returning her to a more normal state just so he could play with her more fully again.

Larange wondered about Sarah though. She didn’t seem to have Molly’s inner strength, and he was afraid that the requirements of the next few days would break her will, turn her mind as well as her body into nothing more than a pleasure slave. Larange regretted that, he couldn’t rebuild a woman after she was broken, she just wouldn’t have that fire to resist her treatment that he savored. Sarah was so lovely and sweet that he hated to think that she could break and he would have little choice other than to turn her into yet another pixie slave.

Sarah, pulled herself away from Trevor’s crotch reluctantly, she didn’t want to let his wonderful cock out of her mouth. Sarah didn’t want to show Trevor just how much of a whore she’d become either, but she couldn’t help herself. As she stood before her current master she grabbed his hands and pulled them to her breasts. He smiled and gently squeezed them while Sarah moaned shamelessly. She couldn’t believe this was really who she had become, but his hands felt so good, so strong. Sarah couldn’t help but let him fondle her and play with her lust hardened nipples while she cried out in ecstasy.

“You are quite the slut aren’t you?” Trevor teased as he pulled down the straps of her teddy and exposed her delicious creamy orbs. They were just perfect, Trevor smiled as he gazed upon them. He knew they were natural too, since this was one of Larange’s personal girls. Larange never did prefer to augment his own slaves much. In this instance, Trevor didn’t mind. Sarah was just so perfect she didn’t need any help to be absolutely stunning.

“Yes, Master!” Sarah squealed back instinctively. Another change, she knew, she just loved being called dirty names now. It made her even more aroused. Sarah also felt a wave of satisfaction at his recognition of her new condition. What good was being a slut if no one knew? As he freed her breasts from their confinement, she thrust them out, making sure he could appreciate them fully. They were round and soft, and her nipples were taught with arousal, the perfect toys for a man’s lust. Sarah giggled as the man ran his hands over her seething flesh, sparking fire inside her.

“I bet you would just love to fuck me right now, wouldn’t you whore?” Trevor prodded as he cupped Sarah’s exposed and shaved mound. She was very smooth, and very slick with her own juices. Larange certainly knew how to treat a lady, Trevor laughed.

“Oh, yes, Master. Can we? Please?” Sarah moaned as she felt her womanhood being assaulted again. A small flash inside her said that she shouldn’t let this happen to her, but she couldn’t help but enjoy having a strong masculine hand cupping and fondling her pussy mound. Sarah thrust herself wantonly at his hand, seeking out even more pleasure as his thick fingers played with her nether lips. She writhed as he parted her intimate folds and probed at the gates of her passage.

“Incredible, Sir. I just can’t believe these women of yours. Will you have time to let me try out your other filly today after I’m trough with this one?” Trevor asked as he pulled Sarah to him and let her press her wanton flesh against his.

“What do you think, Molly? Are you going to let Sarah have this man all to herself?” Master asked while he rubbed his hands over Molly’s silk covered stomach. He did so love dressing up his girls, he mused as he reached up and pulled her straps back over her shoulders.

“Oh, Master, you are such a pig!” Molly twisted around and pulled Larange’s lips down to hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss. She seethed for just a moment before being lost in an intimate duel of tongues. She hated the thought of being passed around like some cheap slut. But she was a cheap slut, just the thought of fucking Master’s associate got her even hotter. Part of her new conditioning had been to channel her rage into lust, and Molly was quite nearly overwhelmed by fresh passion.

After a few wonderfully long moments, Molly pulled away and smiled up at Master again. “I can’t let Sarah have all the fun, Master! You will let me pleasure him too, right? Though, you are my first priority, Master. You are the one who turned made me a cock hungry slave girl.”

Molly pressed herself against him again and let her hands roll across his back. She didn’t want him to think for a second that she didn’t want to pleasure him first and foremost. Molly seethed a bit at her subservience again, and felt her pussy just quake in response. She was really horny now, and could hardly wait to actually get to the bedroom and satisfy some of her deep aches. The raw hardness pressed up against her belly was calling to her, and Molly wanted nothing more than to serve it like a good slut.

“I think the girls are ready. Let’s retire to the bedroom and enjoy ourselves.” Larange suggested as he grabbed Molly’s writhing ass and lifted her off the floor. While he waited for Trevor to follow him, he carried Molly into the bedroom. She had locked her legs around his waist and gently nibbled on his neck as he moved her. He could feel the heat boiling inside her, and could hardly wait to indulge.

“Indeed.” Trevor replied. He pulled away from Sarah and gave her a playful slap on her plump ass. “Hurry up, slut, I want to see you spread and ready for me on that bed.”

“Yes, Master!” Sarah squealed and bounced into the bedroom. She just wished that he could watch her naked titties bounce as she ran, but she had his orders. She quickly plopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back. Sarah spread her legs wantonly as she watched him walk into the room. She could feel her pussy getting even wetter as she leered at the hard shaft waving between his legs. It felt like an eternity since the last time she’d had her wanton pussy filled and the cock approaching her looked perfect.

A pair of load moans from the other bed briefly tore Sarah’s attention away from her fate. She turned her head just in time to see Master’s shaft sink fully into Molly’s depths. Sarah winced at the sight. It was both incredibly erotic, and horribly disturbing. They were just fuck toys now, Sarah shuddered even as she slipped a hand between her legs to keep her arousal at its peak. She knew she didn’t want this fate, but as she looked up at the man climbing on top of her, Sarah was overwhelmed by the need to have his hard shaft spearing her.

“You are such a perfect slut.” Trevor moaned as Sarah’s delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft and helped guide him to her entrance. She cooed slightly as she parted her nether lips with the tip of his shaft, gently sliding him up and down to find her entrance. They both gasped as he slipped inside and then Sarah cried out as she felt herself being impaled by his cock.

She was in heaven again, being split open by a man. Sarah squirmed back against the invader and caressed the shaft inside her in just the way that Master always enjoyed. The squeals of joy from Molly told Sarah that much the same was happening on the other bed. Master’s business was done for the day, now all that was left was for his sluts to do their work. Sarah lifted herself up and kissed Trevor wantonly as their hips ground together. All her doubt was gone, she was for now a slut, a sex toy and she was going to let him know it in every way possible.

Chapter 2

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Marcus bellowed as he heard the director. After everything that had happened, he couldn’t believe he would have to accept this as well.

“There’s no choice, you know the facts as well as I do. If we risk calling his bluff the whole world will end up just like your little slave girls, and we can’t risk that.” The director replied. He wasn’t any happier about the decision than Marcus.

“And how do we know he won’t do something worse? Give him a little time and security and he might do worse than he’s threatening now. We can’t just let him be!” Marcus screamed. He couldn’t accept that Larange could be let off the hook, even given the threat he represented.

“We can’t guarantee that and you know it. Still, we know he can turn the world population into mindless sex crazed idiots. Civilization would fall, and countless millions would die since the only concern of the survivors will be humping anyone they can find. He will be contained, on an island where he’s built a resort, and his victims won’t even know what happened to them after their year on his sanctuary. They will also be quite well paid for their service. I don’t like it, but if this satisfies that bastard than it will be a small price to pay.” The director explained. The arrangement hadn’t been easily arrived at. The Bureau had wanted every assurance it could get that Larange would not be able to threaten the world, but in the end he held the cards. He was willing to give them much of their desires, but in the end there was no doubt that he had gotten everything he wanted. The tropical island was paradise, and he’d already built it to meet his needs and desires for a life in exile. He would also take in servants, women and men that he would be able to play with for a year before returning their mind and body to them and allowing them to return to their old lives after their lucrative service was complete. Their wages would be in the hundreds of thousands dollars each, and they would remember the time spent as servants in his employ but not the perversions they would likely endure. Larange would not be allowed off the island, and the Bureau would maintain a military blockade around the island with the promise to sink any ship that sailed without permission. Boats were the only transportation allowed as well, to keep Larange properly caged, and long range surveillance with infrared and telescopes would assure that neither he nor his slaves didn’t leave the island.

“And what about Mel? Is she going to be left like this forever?” Marcus asked. He had to admit a part of him wanted her to. She was just a perfect sex slave in her current state. He did care about her, though, and no matter how much he enjoyed her, he wanted the old Mel back, or at least allow her to again choose her own fate. Marcus hoped something could be done for Wendy as well, though he didn’t have a connection to the real Wendy to draw up any deep sympathy for her, beyond that of anyone subjected to such a fate. The Wendy he knew had no complaints, in fact, she seemed totally devoted to her life at his feet, and it wasn’t always easy for Marcus to truly absorb the thought that all this was just an imposed personality, not one of her choosing. It didn’t help any that he wanted to believe she wanted to be his slave as much as she said she did. Still, he had to try to get them back to normal. There just wasn’t any other choice he could live with.

“Larange mentioned that. He’s willing to reverse the conditioning on Mel and any other of the girls we have that have undergone his treatments. It will have to be done on his island once he is established there.” The director answered. This at least he was happy about. He had known Mel for much of her time in the Bureau and to see her reduced to her current state sent shivers down his spine. At times the director even wondered about Marcus’s true motives. Just looking in Marcus’ eyes told the director everything he needed to know. Marcus wanted the old Mel back, and that pleased the director more than he would have guessed.

“How long will that be?” Marcus asked. He was still fuming over Larange’s fate, but at least Mel and Wendy would be helped. There wasn’t much he could do, the Bureau had decided, and Marcus understood. They didn’t have a choice. He didn’t like it, but he couldn’t offer an alternative that didn’t jeopardize everyone. That didn’t keep him from wanting to strangle Larange with his own hands, but in the end he didn’t have a choice either.

“A month. I’m sure you’ll make do. You’ll be on leave until then, and we’ll inform you of all the arrangements as soon as we have them made. Now please go, I have to finish making the arrangements to finish transferring his stuff. I want to finish this business as soon as I can.” The director finished. He had plenty more unpleasant business to attend to this day and Marcus had taken up enough time. There wasn’t anything more he could do, but that was enough for now.

“Okay, a month then.” Marcus grumbled and walked out of the office. There wasn’t anything more he could do here. Larange was being let off, and Marcus would have to accept that in time. He also knew he had two very naked and horny women to attend to. In some ways it was a chore, wonderful and sexual, but their needs were so intense that he didn’t want them to suffer too long. Marcus could hardly believe that he felt this way about it, that having two willing sex slaves wasn’t a joy, but a responsibility.

“Oh, Marcus! You look so troubled, let me help.” Mel cooed as Marcus stumbled into their suite. She was naked, as had become the custom of the two girls when in his quarters. Wendy gave him a cheerful wave as he walked in and came out to help Mel comfort him.

“Now just lay down on the bed here and tell us all about it.” Mel guided him to the bed and began to give him a very skillful massage on his shoulders. As she did, Wendy moved to his feet and began her own massage there. As with their sexual skills, both women had the art of massage imprinted on their minds and Marcus appreciated every bit of their skill.

“Mmm.” Marcus groaned as their delicate hands did their work. “Larange is going to be let off, they’re giving him his own little island kingdom and a steady stream of victims to play with.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I know how much you wanted him, but I’m sure it’s better this way. We wouldn’t want everyone to turn into little whores like me and Wendy, would we?” Mel replied.

“Yeah, then we’d have too much competition for your nice big cock, Master!” Wendy giggled. That was the only downside of such a thing to her, aside from her master’s displeasure with it happening. Being a sex slave was a natural, wonderful life, but she didn’t want to have to share her Master with any more women than she had to. Mel was enough competition for his attentions, and Wendy didn’t want to expand the pool even further.

“Wendy, you just don’t understand, people don’t want to be sex slaves like you, and everything would fall apart if all we did was think about sex all the time. Just look at me! I used to be a top field agent here, and now I can’t do anything except figure out how to get this big hunk’s cock inside me again. If everybody did that, we wouldn’t have food, or electricity or anything. So even if we have to let that evil man enjoy himself in a small way, it’s better than losing our civilization.” Mel explained as she continued her careful massage. She skillfully used her hands and body to help Marcus relax that and slowly bring him to a sexual boil that she could exploit.

“I guess, but I don’t care so long as Master is happy. So do you want to fuck me now, Master?” Wendy giggled. She was always offering herself like that, no shame, no embarrassment. Wendy was a sex toy, and she didn’t want him to forget that for a moment.

“Wendy!” Mel chastised her fellow slave with a giggle.

“It’s all right, Mel. She’s been a good girl today, she deserves it.” Marcus laughed and rolled onto his back. Just one look at Wendy’s alluring and eager form had him hard again. Marcus smiled as he watched Wendy’s lip turn up in a wide, happy smile at the sight of his naked and hard cock. “Okay, Wendy, jump on.”

Wendy squealed with joy and jumped onto the bed, straddling him with a swiftness that impressed even Mel. “Thank you, Master!” Wendy cooed as she wrapped her delicate little fingers around his shaft and guided it to her entrance. Marcus moaned a bit as Wendy rubbed the tip of his shaft along her dripping slit to lubricate him before she slipped the tip of his shaft into her boiling folds. Then, with a smooth, very tempered motion she sank onto her master’s cock, splitting her perfectly tailored folds even as those folds began their working their magic, milking the shaft that was filling her.

Finally, Wendy giggled again and squirmed her very full pussy against him. Then she bent over and pulled his hands to her quaking breasts and moaned shamelessly as he kneaded her tender flesh.

“Oh, that feels so good!” Wendy cooed as Marcus played with her taught nipples. She always loved it when he did that, especially when she had her pussy stuffed full. This was certainly the best of both worlds.

“In a month you’ll be going home, Wendy. Larange has agreed to change you back to normal, you and Mel both.” Marcus stated idly as he squeezed her breasts longingly. He knew he’d miss her. In a way Wendy was a lot like a puppy. She was cute, energetic and eager to please. Marcus knew that he’d fallen for her, not really love exactly, but he cared for her deeply, almost in the same way anyone cares for their pet. Of course it wasn’t exactly like that, since most people didn’t spend hours locked in sexual embrace with the family pets.

“I am home, Master. I don’t ever want to leave you.” Wendy replied. Her words were forceful and certain. Marcus simply nodded. He knew she couldn’t understand now, her very condition prevented it. Still, in a month it would be over. He wondered if she would remember any of this, and he wondered if she could ever forgive him for it.

“Don’t worry, Master, just enjoy.” Wendy cooed. With that, she started milking his cock in that wonderfully skillful way that only she could do. Mel had all the lust to be a passionate lover, but Wendy’s very flesh had been rebuilt to her role as a slave. Her vagina was infinitely controllable. Wendy had given him a demonstration once, showing him how she could control each of the muscles that lined her inner walls at the same time. It was nearly inhuman, but it allowed her to ripple her folds in a wonderfully pleasurable way, and she’d had the time to learn just how Marcus liked her to work.

That was all that he needed, and Marcus drifted off into a pleasurable haze. It hadn’t taken him long to reach his first release, but his two girls weren’t about to let him stop there. The night slipped away so many others, with the three locked intimately together and climbing to the peak of ecstasy.

Chapter 3

Larange sat back on his beach and smiled. He’d only been back here for a few days and already he could see how easy it would be to make a life here. It was a tropical paradise, sunny and warm, with the salty taste of fresh sea air enveloping him. He’d picked out this island years ago, and building his resort had been in preparation for this moment. It had been an excellent cover and diversion for him before, now it would be his permanent home. All that he needed was for all his equipment and the rest of his servants and personnel to be transferred. There was plenty of space for his new slaves to live, and much for them to do to keep the place running. Aside from his personal needs, he planned to keep the resort going, not that he’d have guests, but for the entertainment and ambiance. With that he hoped to have enough variety to keep himself entertained for the rest of his days.

For the moment, he was enjoying the sight of the ocean slapping against the beach and his current assortment of slaves frolicking along the sandy beach. All of them were appropriately nude, and Larange was in full awe of their beauty. Even after all the carnal indulgences he’d taken in the last few years, he was in no way jaded. The nude female was the height of art and he was fully the connoisseur.

He was still assembling his flock. They’d been scattered after the raid on his main complex, and Larange was wary about bringing them back. Of course, any he brought to the island would have to be freed in time, as with all slaves that was part of the deal. He didn’t regret it, most of them were simply fodder for sale anyway, and he’d long since gotten his enjoyment from them. He had no concern about seeing them return to their lives, with an altered perception of what they’d truly done in their time away.

Larange regretted that he wouldn’t be free to make up the stories himself. The Bureau had final approval, since they wanted to make sure that his victims return to society was a smooth as possible.

“What bother’s you, Master?” Holli asked as he handed him another drink. She was also completely naked, aside from her dark rimmed glasses. She was worried about him, he’d been less amorous since they’d reached the island. That wasn’t very much like him, and Holli was concerned.

“Many things, my dear.” Larange replied and patted her ass to reassure her. “I feel I’ve made a deal with the devil, placing myself on this island. I know I can leave if I want, their security is no match for my nanotechnology. Still, if they decide I’m bluffing or think they’ve gotten a way to beat my tech, I’ll be hopelessly vulnerable.”

“That could never happen, Master, you’re too well prepared.” Holli replied.

“No, I’ve overlooked something. That’s the flaw of man, you know, missing things. There is somewhere a gapping hole in this plan and one day a smart agent at the Bureau will figure it out. Oh, I’ll find some of the leaks as time goes on, but in the end I’m left with just faith. Faith that the Bureau will keep its word and faith that my contingencies will be enough to keep them at bay until I’m on my death bed.” Larange replied. He laughed at himself a bit, being so serious. It was just like how he felt when he traveled, he always felt like he was forgetting something, even if he didn’t. At least for the moment, he had time, and that he could enjoy.

“I have faith in you, Master. You won’t let us down.” Holli tried to further bolster his confidence. A part of her found it funny that she, a mere slave, could be in a position of reassuring her master, but it didn’t bother her. She was here to serve, and the capacity didn’t really matter.

“At least you will stay at my side, Holli, if nothing else.” Larange ran his hands down her thigh. That was almost the hardest thing to negotiate, but in the end the Bureau folded. Holli would stay his, even as he had to return all his other slaves. In truth, she’d been the one to return to him so many years ago, and asked him to take her back. He wasn’t about to go back on that now, after all she’d helped him do. The Bureau wasn’t about to believe him, though, and so he had to insist in the severest terms, and thankfully they’d relented.

“Of course, Master, I would never want to leave you again.” She cooed. It had been so lonely and meaningless without him. Holli never even tried to turn her thoughts to those times. Being at her Master’s side in the present was more than enough for her.

“I will miss the hunt though. Just strolling through a mall or down the street and finding a cute smile. That will be the hardest part about being stuck on this island.” Larange remarked. He knew it too. Certainly he hardly went out often in the last few years, given the risk. Still, it was the most fun he could remember having, the thrill of conquest with the risk of capture. There wasn’t anything more exciting, but now it was gone. The Bureau had insisted he not leave the island, since not only would it be hard to control him, but he could have an unfortunate accident that would end civilization.

That wasn’t quite true, but he didn’t want to diminish their fear of his untimely death. That very fear protected him. In fact, he had his slaves programmed to recognize the difference between an untimely and a timely passing. Nanomachines inside him prevented something natural looking from being mistaken as such in the case of poisons or such. He wasn’t bluffing, though, that was for certain, if he did die an untimely death, there would be a revenge asserted. The depth of it wouldn’t be as severe as they believed, but again that belief helped him. He didn’t want to end civilization, but having his enemies believe he was prepared to do so would keep them at bay and allow him to do what he really wanted to.

“There are advantages though, my sweet little slave, like being able to do this on an open beach.” Larange laughed and pounced out of his chair, grabbing Holli as he went. With a rush he pulled her to the ground and rolled on top of her. Holli squealed with delight and spread her legs open for him. Her natural arousal in his presence was fully unleashed, and she could feel her pussy dripping with eagerness. She swooned at his boldness, and moaned merrily as she felt the bulge of his shaft pressing into her dripping folds.

“Oh, Master!” Holli cried out as he pressed into her with practiced ease, claiming her in high fashion. He smiled down at her as he thrust into her willing flesh. He reveled in the moment, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the smell of salty sea air, and the pleasures of the young woman spread out beneath him.

Soon they were writhing together, locked together intimately. The other slave girls who had been frolicking on the beach were now turned to the scene, absorbed by the sight of their master claiming a woman. It was rare to have this view, to watch as he thrust his cock into feminine flesh. Certainly every girl there had known his attentions, but only a few had seen him in action when they were not servicing him. It was a sight that struck at their very core, and every girl was soon stroking her fingers between her legs and across her bosom as she watched.

Holli was in heaven. All the pleasure she had ever known was engulfing her now. Her master’s shaft was plowing her fields, and it was a wondrous feeling being split open by him. Holli reveled in the control she had thanks to the changes made within her, her writhing passage rippled with her instructions, bringing her master pleasure and keeping him from his ultimate release. She thanked him again for making her a slave as she bucked her hips back against him. This was all she ever wanted, and it was everything she could have hoped for.

Larange enjoyed himself as well. He didn’t have the benefit of a slave’s modified sexual ecstasy, however. Holli was a perfect slave, though, and Larange savored every moment spent with her. Her breasts jiggled against his chest as he hammered into her tight passage. It was too easy though, he lamented while he pounded his willing slave. Holli didn’t fight, she had no true will of her own, and that was what he always remembered at the end of every romp with her. He had tried to instill these things in her again, but he came to realize something about her in the process. Holli had always wanted to be a slave, which was why she’d returned to him after being released. He had taken pity on her then, and accepted, but she was a happy slave, a willing slave and that lacked the power Larange sought.

In the end it was his thoughts of all the cute unsuspecting girls who would soon be coming to his island to work at his resort that sent him over the edge, not the expertly writhing form of his head slave. In a way he felt sorry to Holli for that, knowing that she found so much value in her quality as a sex slave. She was good, he knew, and if he’d wanted to he could have fetched an amazing price for her long ago, but she’d placed her fate in his hands. Somehow, that alone made it impossible for him to let her go. Larange contemplated that as he gave her a very heartfelt kiss. In the end, he wondered if he didn’t honestly love her, but that was a thought for another time.

“Thank you, Master.” Holli cooed after she finished cleaning their shared juices from his withered shaft. She had managed to bring him to another release with just her tongue and mouth, and she licked her lips at the thought.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a boat approaching the guest dock. The island had two docks set up. One was for the support village, and looked like any working dock in the world. The other dock was one set up for guests and granted immediate access to the mansion and to Larange himself. He wondered sometimes just how many guests would need to be entertained, but it seemed like a good idea.

He considered for a moment the state of undress of himself and his slaves, and decided that at least he needed to wear something. He quickly pulled on his robe, and found his sandals. This was his island, and he had a certain image to maintain, especially to people he didn’t know. The girls could remain as they were, in fact, it was an excellent show of exactly who was in control here, after all. As Larange set off for the dock, he noticed that Holli was dutifully in tow behind him. She was always good for that, he noted she did make a wonderful administrator for his harem and most of his affairs. Again he was thankful for her presence, and was sure she’d find a way to make herself useful.

Chapter 4

Marcus looked around him both awed and upset. This was a paradise, a perfect little island, the kind of place people dreamed they could visit, much less live at. All this was Larange’s and all for being a human monster. Even worse, it was what it would cost the Bureau to maintain. There was a resort and mansion, dozens to hundreds of workers and slaves to maintain it all. They’d need food, fuel and various supplies. All of it would be paid by the Bureau so that Larange would have his playthings. He was also worried, he was on his own here, and the only agents still on the island were finishing their surveys and installing surveillance equipment on the other side of the island. From his visit to Larange’s lair, Marcus had little doubt that he was at Larange’s mercy for the duration of his stay.

Wendy and Mel clung to each of his sides respectively. Each clad in nothing more than a sheer sundress. As always, neither woman was inclined to wear much of anything, but Marcus wasn’t about to let them run around naked here.

“Oh, look at how pretty it is here, Master!” Wendy coed, pressing her ample breasts into his arm. “Isn’t it just a shame that we girls can’t help improve the scenery?” She giggled. Clearly there wouldn’t be a better place for her to show off her well-formed body than in such a perfect beachfront. Wendy giggled again as she thought of playing castaway with her master, three little naked castaways with nothing but each other to keep entertained with till someone found them, if someone found them.

“Maybe later, Wendy.” Marcus replied. In truth he wouldn’t have minded seeing her romp along the beach without a stitch on, but this certainly wasn’t the time. Of course, he was well aware if all went well, there might never be a time for it, but he was quite willing to live with that fact.

“Oh, my, it’s him!” Mel gasped as they watched Larange and Holli approach from the beach. Marcus instantly noted that Holli wasn’t wearing a thing, aside from her glasses, and was quite aware of just how good she looked like that. Mel was feeling her stomach twist as she looked at the man who’d done this to her. This was the man who’d taken her life away and molded her into a sexual plaything, and the very thought of being in his hands again made her nauseous.

“Ah, such lovely women, and of course Mr. Horner. I am so glad that my message was well received. I hope that you three haven’t been too troubled.” Larange smiled, welcoming them to his island. “Of course I must thank you. None of this would have been possible without you. Now, come, let us retire to more comfortable accommodations and we can take care of your needs.”

Marcus simply nodded and followed, not really wanting to converse with this man. Wendy and Mel followed close behind him each content and concerned. Their future was in doubt in a way that their twisted minds found hard to understand. They were going to be free again, but such a notion was contrary to their current state, to be Marcus’s playthings. Each girl found the idea troubling, and neither knew quite what to do about it.

“Now, ladies, I see no reason to keep covered like that. Please, make yourselves comfortable, I’m sure Marcus won’t mind.” Larange offered as they strolled along. Both girls sighed with relief and threw off their dresses. The sun fell upon them warmly, and each absorbed the environment around them.

Marcus grumbled to himself. He wasn’t at all surprised that Larange’s word carried more weight than his, but it wasn’t a nice thing to know. He did have to admit that he enjoyed the sight of the two women, naked and happy. He just wished it was their real personalities at work.

Larange pulled up beside Mel, and gave her a casual looking over. “So, my dear, how have you been? Was being a sexual plaything as bad as you thought?”

Mel quaked with emotion at his words. She hated this man passionately, and yet she could feel herself unable to deny him his reply. “No, sir, it was a lot of fun actually. I never knew it could be so good to be horny all the time. Marcus is a great lover too, and Wendy is so much fun to work with. I still wish you hadn’t changed me though, sir.”

“I’m glad, and soon you’ll be back to your old self so enjoy your freedom while you still have it. I bet you feel wonderful standing out here completely naked, am I right?” Larange pulled up beside her. “And your beauty certainly complements our surroundings.”

Mel blushed at his comments and his roaming eyes. He was looking her over like some prize animal and she was getting aroused by his attention. She could feel her nipples getting harder and that familiar warmth began spreading between her legs. Mel still had some control, though, and she turned away from him, tearing herself away from his eyes. “Please, don’t look at me like that.” Mel whimpered.

“Leave her be! It’s bad enough what you’ve already done to her, do you need to taunt her some more?” Marcus challenged. He was barely containing his anger, and Larange wasn’t helping him any.

“Oh, my, where are my manners. I’m sorry my dear. We’ll have to discuss all of this later, once everyone is comfortable.” Larange smiled and bowed gently to Mel. He took up position at the head of the group again and they walked the rest of the way to the mansion in silence. The fun would begin soon enough. He had a few things that needed to be done first, but there would be plenty of time.

Mel quaked as she followed the group. She was still wracked by the needs his eyes had stirred in her. Mel strutted as she went, knowing that it emphasized her assets, and though she hated the thought, she couldn’t help herself. She stole a look over at Wendy and saw the girl smiling. Mel wondered just what was going through her mind. Knowing Wendy the only thing in her head was her latest plan to get Marcus in bed.

Mel wasn’t far off. Wendy could hardly keep herself from planning her next encounter with her master. She was always plotting that, always giggling at herself on her latest ideas. Beyond that, she was quite pleased to be free of her dress, and happy to be strolling across the shore of an island with the sun shining down on her. After that she’d get to sit around in a mansion, and if she was lucky, Marcus would play with her some more. The thought that she would lose her devotion to him, to everything that mattered to a slave was still beyond her honest comprehension. That it was his will was enough to satisfy any concerns, but she had no idea what that really meant for her. In the end she trusted her master, and that was enough.

Marcus was grinding his teeth. He wanted to rip Larange apart with his bare hands, and he knew he could. Of course that would leave Mel and Wendy under his posthumous control, doomed to a life as simple- minded sex slaves. And after that, the whole world would fall apart, thanks to Larange’s well-planned revenge. That didn’t improve his mood any, but he fought down his rage. He only had to deal with this for another couple of days at most and then he’d be away from here, and at least his two girls would be themselves again.

“Please sit wherever you like. Holli will fix us all a drink and then check on the machine for you girls.” Larange motioned to the seats scattered around the room. He didn’t waste any time himself. He rested in his favorite chair and looked around the room. Here was perhaps his greatest enemy, Felix Horner, Marcus to the Bureau, the man who’d found him in the first place. Mel had done her part as well, but she was under his control now, no longer a real threat. Her programming forbids her to defy Larange, or do him direct harm. He had considered placing her under full Asimov constraints, but Larange had thought it too likely to raise suspicions and he didn’t want that. He was in full control here, and it was time for him to deal with his last and greatest threat.

Holli scampered around the room giving everyone their drinks. She had done as instructed, and soon each of the guests would be under. Then the next part of the work would begin.

“Cheers!” Larange smiled and downed his drink.

Marcus swished the liquid before him for a moment. He knew it might be drugged, and that worried him a bit. Of course, there wasn’t anything he could really do about it. If Larange meant him ill, there wasn’t any way he was going to be able to get off the island safely. The very controls that were meant to keep Larange at bay would keep him trapped as well. The boat he rode in on wouldn’t be back for five days, and not even the agents still on the island would risk helping him. There wasn’t anything he could do, so he lifted the glass to his lips and drank it down. Marcus felt the effects as soon as he’d placed the glass back on the table. He cursed at Larange one more time as he swooned and watched everything blurred around him before he slumped into his chair.

Mel and Wendy hadn’t been nearly as suspicious, but they were just as unconscious. Larange took in the sight and laughed. The last piece of the puzzle for now, and Holli had already summoned the girls to take care of their guests. Two each for an unconscious form and they hauled them off to the programming chamber. Larange went over the plan one more time, trying to find that missing piece of it. It wouldn’t come though, and he only hoped he’d find it tomorrow.

Chapter 5

Marcus groaned and sat up in his chair. He didn’t feel too badly, but he shouldn’t have been unconscious. It didn’t take him long at all to figure out that something had gone wrong. He pulled himself up to see Larange’s smiling face. It was not something Marcus was very happy to see.

“Good morning, my friend. I hope you’re doing well.” Larange sat back in his chair and watched as Marcus recovered himself.

“What did you do to me?” Marcus barked. He took a moment to look around and noticed that both Wendy and Mel weren’t in the room. “And what did you do with Wendy and Mel?”

“Don’t worry, their reconditioning is a far more involved process than you were subjected to. They will be in treatment for another two days. As for your treatment, well, I’m sorry about that, but I doubt you would keep yourself out of my business for very long. Simply put, I placed a few controls on your behavior to prevent you from troubling me. Don’t worry though, you won’t remember that fact, or that you were treated at all, cognitive dissonance generally has a negative effect on treatments. This will just fade away in a minute.” Larange explained. It was a simple process, Marcus just wouldn’t be able to keep the knowledge of his conditioning in his mind. It was a problem Larange had encountered with his infiltration units. To make them effective they had to retain as much of their natural personalities as possible, but that often conflicted with their duties and tasks, and in the end the conflict rendered them basically insane. For all the trouble, Marcus had caused, Larange still had a degree of respect for him, and didn’t want to harm him unduly. As much as Larange would gain some satisfaction from knowing that Marcus was aware of his state, Larange didn’t want to risk the damage to Marcus’ mind.

Marcus was about to yell at Larange again when he felt a sudden wash of fuzziness in his head. The anger still lingered, but suddenly he didn’t know why he was so upset. Certainly Larange was the target of a lot of his legitimate hostility, but none of the standing reasons seemed right for his current fury. Marcus let it go, with everything going on there wasn’t much more that he could hope to accomplish by further outbursts, especially while Mel and Wendy were still under his direct control.

Larange fought not to laugh out loud as he watched Marcus go through the stages of confusion that his new conditioning subjected him too. At least now Marcus would be easier to deal with. He’d still be hostile, but he wouldn’t be able to carry through with any threat now. Another enemy diverted, Larange smiled.

“Now there’s no reason for us to simply wait in boredom while we await the completion of your friend’s reconditioning. I have plenty of entertainment possibilities. Girls, please come in.” Larange boomed. He sat back and waited for the show to commence.

Marcus was about to bark at him when he turned to see Sarah and Molly strutting into the room, each dressed only in a frilly white pair of panties. Both women looked ravishing, and Marcus couldn’t deny a sudden surge of desire just looking at them, especially Molly. Her long brown hair flowing over her perfect curves sent Marcus reeling. In fact, he couldn’t think straight, sexual attraction was always distracting, but this was far more potent. Without even thinking, Marcus tore off his clothes and jumped over to Molly.

Molly squealed as Marcus grabbed her and threw her on top of a bed of pillows. She was already aching with need as well, a conditioned response that Master had not yet removed. Her mind barely even processed her state any more, she had slipped so fully into the role of a sex slave that she no longer felt overwhelmed by it. As her back hit the pillows, she pulled open her legs, eager for this new man to plow into her, to give her another release. Somewhere inside, a part of her raged impotently against her needs, but it was a voice lost in the background of her overwhelming desire.

Marcus was out of control and he knew it. He’d never been so animalistic before, even with two completely willing sex slaves at his beck and call. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he needed to claim this woman now, and he reached down and ripped her panties from her waist with one violent pull. He smiled at the welcome scent of aroused female and the sight of Molly’s eager form spread before him. He tossed the shredded remains of her panties over his shoulder and then moved to mount her. Marcus wrapped a hand over each of her firm mounds and squeezed them possessively as he positioned himself atop her expertly. Then, with a howl of pleasure he thrust firmly into her claiming her flesh and enjoying the tight heat of the eager slut beneath writhing beneath him.

Molly moaned as she was manhandled. She spread herself wantonly and cried out shamelessly as Marcus shoved his cock into her depths. He was savage, almost beastly as he fucked her mercilessly, and Molly fucked him back with equal passion. Her breasts ached wonderfully as he squeezed them mercilessly. In her whole life she’d never been taken like this, treated as nothing more than an animal in heat. Even Master held back, but not this man, he was claiming her completely. It was riveting, powerful, and Molly was lost to the magnificent energy of this man as he took her.

Marcus was lost as well, absorbed by his own drive. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he couldn’t control himself. The woman under him was just so perfect, so passionate, that he was absorbed in the act. Their bodies merged together, writhing and pounding with untamed lust. Their voices echoed the animal power coursing through them, grunting and moaning as they savored their union.

Larange watched all of this happily, knowing that he was witnessing the passion that Marcus would unleash on his future partners. Larange’s hand slipped down and patted Sarah’s head as she worked her own magic tongue over his shaft. One more enemy was taken care of, and soon he’d have his island empty of guests again, and he could enjoy himself. He’d already taken a few tours of the support village and picked out his first new subjects for enjoyment. Once this business was taken care of, he’d be able to enjoy that pleasure again. In the meanwhile, Larange was perfectly content to let his enemy indulge his new animal passions in one of the island’s slave girls.

Chapter 6

Marcus looked over his two charges with a bit of relief. It had been a long week, and he hadn’t seen either Mel or Wendy in that time. Larange had said it was part of the process, but that hadn’t allayed Marcus’ concern for them. He was pleased to see both of them dress normally, and not squirming to get out of the clothes. Mel was wearing a simple blouse and slacks, nothing fancy, and certainly not very showy. In fact, it was something that Mel would have worn before her programming. Wendy was wearing a simple blouse as well along with a skirt that just hid her knees from view. Both women held themselves together in a very dignified way, and neither went out of her way to submit herself before Marcus. He smiled at that, relieved that they’d come this far, and he hoped he’d find out how much they had fully returned later.

“Are you two all right?” Marcus asked as they came out into the room. Both were smiling, another welcome sign to him.

“I feel a lot better now, no strange impulses or anything.” Mel replied. “It’s almost strange. I can remember everything, what we did, how it felt, and it was all exactly as it should have been, but I don’t feel the insatiable need to do them again, Partner.”

“Um, can you tell me what’s going on?” Wendy asked. She looked very confused. “Who are you and what am I doing here?”

“You don’t remember us honey?” Mel asked. She placed her hand on Wendy’s arm to comfort her.

Wendy shook her head. “Not really, the last thing I remember was heading back to my apartment after a workout at the gym and then waking up in that room. What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry, my dear, you’ve just recovered from a long ordeal. You have been in a coma for some time now, but you’ve just recently recovered. I’m not surprised you’ve forgotten much of what happened in the last few days. Marcus and Mel are here to escort you on the first leg of your trip home. Once you awoke we were able to contact your family and let them know you were all right. Now it is time to catch the boat to the airport. I’m sorry I couldn’t get to know you better, but it is time for you three to be going.” Larange explained. He’d watched the scene from the side of the room. He didn’t have much of a stake in the rest of this exchange, and honestly wanted them off his island. He couldn’t have any more fun with them so there wasn’t any reason to keep them around any longer than necessary. He was pleased to see the reversal program work so well, even after the depth of immersion both women had been subjected to. Reverting Wendy’s physical changes had been more complicated, but he’d kept backups of her original form so it was only a matter of running the process again. Still, some changes were too deep to change easily and Wendy would have to discover what those were on her own.

“Really? I guess that’s why I feel so odd. My whole body is tingling like it’s been asleep.” Wendy remarked. She definitely felt weird, but it was more than just tingling. Somehow it didn’t feel like her body was the same as it should have been. She supposed she’d grown some while in a coma, but that didn’t seem like a sufficient explanation for just how weird everything felt. Even the clothing she wore felt strange, like she wasn’t used to wearing it, but that was just too bizarre a notion to even consider.

“I don’t want to rush you, but we really need to be going. Our bags have already been loaded, so they’re just waiting on us.” Marcus pushed. He didn’t want to wait here any longer than necessary. The sooner he got these girls off the island the sooner they’d get a full and proper checkup. There wasn’t anything more that would be done for them here, of that Marcus had no doubt.

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t follow you out, I do have my own business to attend to. Have a pleasant trip.” Larange helped move the group along. Wendy was still somewhat dazed and disoriented, and Mel wasn’t in a lot better condition. Finally, though they began to move, and he watched with some satisfaction as they left his mansion and headed off to the boat. Now he could get back to his own pursuits in full, without these distractions.

Marcus led the girls out and turned to Mel as they walked down the wooden path to the dock. “You really remember everything?”

“Yes, Master.” Mel giggled as she whispered the last word. “Don’t worry, I forgive you, it’s not like I gave you much of a choice. It was a lot of fun too, in a twisted kind of way. I am going to have to think about our relationship though. After I’ve had a few days on my own, then we’ll have to talk. Okay?”

“Yes, thanks. It’s kind of weird for me too, all of this has been like some crazy dream. I don’t even know what to think anymore. At least Wendy will be going home now.” Marcus replied. He really didn’t know what to say. He’d been taking advantage of Mel and Wendy for so long, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He did believe in Mel’s forgiveness, but he also knew he could never ask for it from Wendy. That was even more true since she didn’t seem to remember him at all, much less his role in her life for the last few months.

They boarded the boat without further conversation and were soon off to the local island with the airport to home. Even being local it was still a several hour voyage, and Marcus had taken to sitting on the deck and watching the waves roll by. He had a lot on his mind, and rolled over the issues as he rested. There was so much that he’d done. Marcus felt so guilty about it. Not so much because of his deeds exactly, since he’d had little choice at each juncture, but because he’d enjoyed it so much. He couldn’t deny just how wonderful having two gorgeous slave girls had been, even given the headaches of their insatiable needs and lewd behavior. It was that enjoyment that haunted him now, he’d had his taste of power, and sure he’d done everything he could to restore them. Yet he still let himself indulge in the pleasures they offered so freely. Marcus didn’t know just what he could do about it now, just how to atone, but at least both women had been restored, and he could be thankful for that.

“Hi there!” Wendy giggled, looking down at Marcus with a wide and wicked smile on her face. She’d popped up at his side without much warning and with a lustful twinkle in her eye that wasn’t quite what he was used to, but still easy to recognize.

“Hello, Wendy, how are you doing?” Marcus asked. He was a little surprised to see her now, since she’d kept away from him since they’d left the dock. He didn’t know just what she’d been up to, but he’d been happy to leave her alone. Her grin worried him, though, she didn’t look like she was just coming over to visit.

“Okay, I’ve just been a little lonely and I though you’d be good company.” Wendy giggled again and sat down on the edge of his chair. “And I wanted to thank you for helping me.”

“Oh, there’s no need, I’m just doing my job.” Marcus said, hoping to cut her off. He wasn’t sure where she was going, but the tone of her voice was very alluring. Marcus certainly didn’t want to encourage her. He still felt his connection to her, and the way she was cozying up to him was quickly melting his resistance.

“Don’t be silly, it’s only right that a woman reward her hero.” Wendy grabbed his hand and pulled it to her chest. She helped him squeeze her breast through her blouse and moaned. She didn’t quite understand her feelings either, but somehow she knew Marcus had been essential in helping her in this strange place. She was also unspeakably aroused, and she felt a deep connection to him. All that was left was to show him how she felt.

“Wendy, you shouldn’t do this.” Marcus pulled his hand away. He’d been tempted though, her flesh was still tempting, and he was curious as well. All of his encounters had been with the slave girl Wendy in her greatly augmented body, and now she was back to normal. Now he knew how her smaller, perkier breasts felt to his touch, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how much the rest of her had changed.

“I know you want me.” Wendy smiled, running a hand over his crotch and rubbing against the outline of his hard shaft. “And I want you.”

Marcus was about to object again when Wendy fell upon him, and kissed him fully on the lips. She pressed her body against him longingly as her tongue darted into his mouth. His resistance just melted at that point, he couldn’t control himself anymore. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back just as passionately.

After a minute Wendy pulled back, breaking their kiss. She smiled seductively and sat back as her fingers began their work on the buttons of her blouse. Marcus watched as Wendy slowly pulled her top open, one button at a time, until a perfect pair of brazier encased breasts came fully into view. Marcus didn’t wait for her to continue before he reached up and cupped her lovely orbs. Wendy moaned as he kneaded her flesh through the silky fabric of her bra. While Marcus played, she reached behind her back and unclasped the restraining garment. Marcus pulled it away smoothly and savored the sight of Wendy’s now naked bosom. Her breasts were round and perky, and her little pink nipples were poking out proudly into the air, both hard with arousal.

“You are so beautiful.” Marcus said as he reached up and cupped the perfect bosom before him. Her breasts were wonderfully firm, and Marcus loved how she moaned when he played with the hardened tips of her nipples.

Wendy blushed a little at his words, but smiled wickedly again. “It’s your turn now!”

With that, she pulled herself off of Marcus and fell upon his shorts. With skillful speed Wendy had pulled his shorts and briefs free, leaving his shaft rising freely into the air. With a look of reverence in her eyes, she knelt beside him and took his cock in her hands. Marcus moaned as her delicate little fingers ran over his eager flesh. He was beyond control now, and he grabbed Wendy and lifted her over his waist. She understood what he wanted and parted her legs to straddle him.

Wendy hiked up her skirt as she knelt over his waist, and smiled as she revealed her naked crotch. “I bet you didn’t know that I woke up without any panties on today!”

Marcus simply laughed as he watched Wendy grab hold of his cock and guide it to her entrance. They both moaned as he slipped inside and Wendy impaled herself. She wiggled her hips as the last inch of his shaft sank into her then looked up into his eyes. “Master wanted you to have me one more time as a gift. I won’t remember this after we’re done, except maybe in my dreams. He wanted to thank you for everything that you’ve done for him. Isn’t that great? And I get the chance to enjoy you one more time too. I was something of a little vixen back at my high school, and Master let me keep some of my sexual technique programming so I could have fun with the boys back home. So give me one last fuck to remember you by!”

Marcus was beyond words now. Even Wendy’s ominous speech barely registered in his mind. He was aroused, and that pressure kept him from fully thinking things through. Marcus knew this was all wrong, but his mind wasn’t in control. His lust was in charge, and having a lovely young woman impaled on his shaft was enough to keep any resistance at bay. He rutted into her savagely, and she responded in kind, writhing against him shamelessly. It was completely animalistic, an absolute merging of flesh without thought.

Time lost all meaning as they became one. The pleasure was immense, almost overwhelming, and their shared stamina would have been surprising, if not for their long experience together. Finally, it was enough, and they came together in a marvelous cry of ecstasy.

Marcus held Wendy’s snoozing form to his side as he looked out at the stars. Her words sent chills through him now. She was still under Larange’s control, even if no longer a sex starved puppet. Any notion of his own possible corruption slipped from his thoughts before it could fully form, but he was still concerned. He’d gone through all of this and Larange was still a threat, still capable of destroying the world on a whim. Marcus wished he could do more, but at the least he’d brought these two women back as far as he could. He wished he could say that they were restored fully, but he already knew that wasn’t true, and he was left wondering what Mel had retained of her transformation. It didn’t matter though, Marcus knew, they’d work through it together just as they had so far. From here on he’d worry about Mel, he couldn’t save the rest of the world, but at least he could do his best to save her. From here it was all he could do.

Chapter 7

Larange watched cheerfully as the boat steamed away. It would be another week before the next boat, and soon the boats would only come once a month. Then he would be alone with his pets, and free to fully indulge his tastes.

Now he had to attend to rather unpleasant business. He frowned at the two girls standing dutifully in front of him, each naked, as was the custom for the women in his mansion who were under his control. Sarah and Molly both looked forward, wantonly at their master. The sights and smells of their arousal were evident, and Larange let his hands roam their eager flesh with a light touch. He stared at them, each a living goddess. Their minds had been molded, but their flesh was the same as the day they’d arrived. Their innate charm had diminished with the strength of their own will. They were slaves now, reduced to mere objects, only a step removed from his pixie slaves.

Pixie slaves, now those were something he hadn’t thought about in some time. Larange was happy for his new circumstances for that at least. The pixies had always been the rejects or the cast-offs, the women who didn’t ever or no longer interested him. Since he couldn’t let them go, he molded them into a form perfect for entertaining his guests or selling on the slave market. Now that he had to return his pets he would no longer have need to make more pixies. When he tired of them, he’d simply revert them back to their original selves and let them go. His old pixies had slowly been returning over the last few weeks, most had been scattered after the raid on his old facility. They were returning to normal and let go with an acceptable backstory.

The pixies weren’t the only girls that had to be returned, though, and it was time for Sarah and Molly to undergo their own deprogramming. In truth, Larange was tired of them now. He looked back fondly on their first days in his care, their slow realization of their subjugation. Larange regretted that he had been forced to accelerate his control over them in the past few months, but that had been necessary to position allies on the outside. Now they were merely willing fuck toys and that held very little interest for him any more.

“Thank you girls. You can go to the programming chamber now.” Larange nodded and watched as their perfect rears swayed out of the room. He had to admit their elegant forms still held all of their original allure. He wondered idly about how they would look on the deck of the ship as they sailed away dressed and free of his control. There was something enticing in that image, but he had little choice, their agreement had to be honored.

“Master, I just brought your new maid to the mansion. She’s waiting for you in the sitting room.” Holli chimed, doing her part to keep her master on pleasant thoughts rather than depressed ones. Larange turned to look at her. She was dressed now, in a simple blouse and short skirt, a very appealing look for her, he mused. Since the workers at the village weren’t all permanent staff he couldn’t just convert them so that Holli could walk around naked.

“Good, why don’t you get us some drinks and get more comfortable while I introduce myself. She has been given the initial treatment, correct?” Larange asked as he straightened his shirt. He always loved introductions, and this was the first one he’d been able to do in his mansion. This would also be his first new girl in some time and he wanted to savor the moment.

“Of course, Master, she’s been prepared for you. Now please, go, I’ll be along in a minute.” Holli prodded as she pulled off her blouse. She didn’t like to see him beating himself up, he needed to enjoy himself, and she knew his next pleasures would come from the girl in that room.

Larange nodded his thanks and walked into the room. He was always thankful for her aid, and her attention to his needs. The rest of his world could be just his plaything, but Holli he did truly care for.

He walked out into the sitting room a moment later and was pleased with what he saw. The girl before him couldn’t have been over twenty, she was nicely curved and her mane of light brown hair flowed around her magically. She looked nervous and shy, a combination that was just darling on her sweetly rounded face. Holli had chosen well, Larange smiled as he took a seat across from her.

“Hello, my lady, I am Doctor Larange, I hear that you are to be my new maid. May I ask your name?”

“I’m Ashley Parner, sir, thank you for meeting me like this. I never would have expected someone as important as you to meet me personally.” Ashley squeaked sheepishly. It was obvious she was the quiet, reserved type, and Larange was almost drooling at the pleasure her service would bring.

“Oh, it isn’t a bother, I make it a point to always deal personally with all my staff, so that we can always enjoy a pleasant environment here.” Larange paused as he heard the door open behind him. “Ah, Holli must be here with our drinks.”

Larange watched as Ashley’s eyes bulged and her mouth dropped. Holli was of course completely bare, except for her glasses, as she carried in the tray of drinks.

“What? Why is she naked?” Ashley whimpered, unable to look away from Holli as she walked over to Larange. Her fear and horror etched deeply into her face.

“Why it is just the uniform here, Ashley. I’m sure it’s strange now, but you’ll get used to it, won’t she Holli?” Larange asked as he reached out and squeezed her naked rear.

“Oh yes. I mean, if a slave isn’t naked how else can she serve her master’s whims?” Holli wiggled back against his caress, enjoying his firm hand on her ass.

“No! You’re crazy, I’m supposed to be a maid!” Ashley whined, clearly wanting to bolt from the room, but just a certainly locked in place on the couch. Holli had administered an initial dose of nanobots into Ashley before bringing her to the mansion, and now the girl was firmly leashed.

“Oh, you will be a maid, Ashley, but you will also have other duties. Actually, I see no reason for you to delay your proper introduction to my household. Please, disrobe so I can see just what kind of a new slave girl I have. Then perhaps Holli and I can introduce you fully to your new duties.” Larange smiled and savored every moment of confused anguish on Ashley’s face. She didn’t know what was happening, and this was all so completely overwhelming. This was supposed to be a simple maid job for one year for an eccentric millionaire on his own island.

Even more bizarre, Ashley couldn’t help herself. She found herself on her feet at his command with her hands unbuttoning her blouse. It was so strange, she knew she shouldn’t be listening to him, but at the moment, his suggestion that she introduce herself in the nude seemed like a good idea. Ashley didn’t know where that notion came from, in fact she knew she shouldn’t disrobe for any job. Still, she felt very satisfied when she unhooked her bra and slipped it off, exposing her pert little breasts. Even better still was the rush she got when she slipped off her slacks and panties and finally stood naked in front of her new employer. Certainly there could be no better introduction than one in the nude, there wouldn’t be any secrets between them that way. Still, she couldn’t help but blush as he looked her over, his eyes travelling over her firm breasts, her slender waist and finally her well-trimmed bush. Ashley had never stood in front of a man like this before, but she felt compelled to thrust out her breasts and spread her legs for him so he could see just how lovely she was.

“Oh, my dear Ashley, you are a find. I know we’ll all enjoy every moment of your stay with us, and every pleasure your sexy little body can give. Now, let’s retire to my bedroom and I can complete our introductions.” Larange smiled and led the girls on to his chamber. The spell Ashley was under would fade soon and her true resistance would begin. Larange looked forward to it, subjugating such an innocent and lovely creature was so compelling he was nearly giddy. He turned around and let his new maid walk up to him. Then he reached out and cupped her breasts, enjoying their softness and Ashley’s throaty moan as he molded her flesh and pinched her nipples. His thoughts drifted back over the troubles of the last few months, the necessary threats and dangerous moments. He didn’t want that kind of responsibility, all he wanted was to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, like the perfect young woman pressed against him now. Certainly there could be no better joy than this, he thought. With such pleasure at his fingertips, he mused, why would I want to rule the world?