The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Fred made his way back up to the suite with more questions than answers, especially regarding his liaison with “The Chameleon.” As Minka, she worked for Mr. Terry and the firm of Yull, Petechons, and Graham. It was clear she was also working for another shadowy faction, frying the tracker stitched inside the shoulder wound Minka had ironically provided. Now, she was working for him, to an extent. Usually when a woman took his seed, whether it be mouth or pussy, it meant she was his. Still, any dealing with The Chameleon warranted caution.

He was exhausted. The past 24 hours was one big fuck-fest, and he needed to rest. Mia was also distraught, understandably, because her nightmares were in the same hotel. Mr. Terry and Guppy were not going away easy. Through scent, Fred knew his quarry was eating and drinking in the bar.

Looking blearily at the mass of text messages on his cell, he picked ones from the two women who meant the most to him.

Oni texted, “I’m in the hotel, getting my room. Thanks for the info, Fred. Love you, miss you.”

“Are you okay? Tick-Tock, babe,” was from Deb.

He responded to both as he walked through the foyer. The door opened to reveal Mia, performing her best impression of a Nirvana groupie in a plaid unbuttoned shirt over a black tank top with a pair of stonewashed jeans. Her thick, curly red hair gave her a wild look.

“Took you long enough,” she spoke, watchful green eyes tracking him. Fred shook the pail of ice plaintively.

“I come bearing cold gifts, madam,” he said, chortling in a horrible British accent.

Mia winced. “Voice-over work is not in your future,” she stood unmoving at the threshold. The young man slowed but didn’t stop. “Why don’t you come in and listen to our—“

“Scratch one enemy off the board.” Fred said, hugging the confused redhead.

“Wait. What?” Mia hugged him back. Niamh was on the couch eating and drinking in sweats and a sweatshirt, while Deb cycled through her text messages. She’d changed into snug fitting blue jeans and one of Fred’s plain white t-shirts, tucked in over a sports bra. Deb’s signature ponytail finished the look.

Exhausted, Fred tried a half-truth. “Met someone who promised to resolve our Minka issue.”

“Uh huh.” Mia sounded unconvinced, maneuvering Fred into the room while locking the door. Niamh waved from the couch, eyeing him speculatively. Deb strolled over, looking mildly concerned.

“Tell us what happened, Freddy.”

He gathered his thoughts, then began. “Remember that girl that came in here with the massage tables?”

“The blond?” Mia asked.

“Yeah, the blond. She requested a meeting in the closest laundry room. There was some ScSc involved, and now she’s watching my back. She’s going to neutralize Minka, in a non-violent way.”

“How do we know that for sure?” Mia asked.

Fred eyed the ladies, but lingered on Mia as he answered, “Trust me, Minka is handled.”

Deb nodded. “Good news! That’s one down.”

The redhead shifted her feet anxiously. “Specifics would be nice, Fred, but I trust you. Deb, wanna reveal our plan to Fred?”

“Slightly altered because of Minka, but why don’t you, Mia?”

Fred caught a glance between them, reminding him of the mismatched couple in every romantic comedy, starting out as enemies but admitting their true feelings for each other by the end. Happily ever after.

“Have a seat, Fred.”

Taking a seat on the couch with Niamh, they exchanged grins. While he was more affable, hers suggested carnal promise. Deb took a seat between them, much to the brunette’s chagrin. The sexy blond smirked at the bulge in his pants.

If Mia said, “We get you close; you do your thing, we keep any extras off you, then you convince Mr. Terry to tell us who he’s really working for. You command him to keep it to himself until the prosecution asks, that way his defense team doesn’t know.” Mia paced in front of the wall-mounted television, which was currently off.

“Yeah, but the defense will ensure he won’t testify.”

“Use your mojo to convince his defense to make him testify. That fuckstick Mr. Terry will tell you who they are. Bada boom, bada bing, we win.”

“Sounds good. We might catch them at the bar.”

“I’ll recon them, unless your new ally is going to help us,” Deb queried, her tone somewhat mocking.

“She’s busy,” Fred quipped back, “handling Minka.”

It was a good to be suspicious. Things were getting tense and Fred wasn’t the only one sensing a trap.

“Terry and Guppy have seen the rest of us,” Mia attested. “Deb should go. Maybe we should get Oni to…?”

The fit blond rose from Fred’s side. “Oni is a reinforcement not to be used unless things go pear-shaped.”

Niamh inquired, “What does pear-shaped mean?”

“It’s a colloquialism,” Fred said, his voice calm. “it’s what you say when things go bad.” He rose from the couch.

“What’s a colloquialism?” the brunette asked.

“Niamh and I weren’t exactly home schooled. Fred, stop using arcane words,” Mia said.

He sat back down, amazed. “You just used an obscure word.”

Mia said, “Because I consumed a ton of media when I was on the job. Sometimes even during tricks.”

Deb’s honest eyes widened in surprise. “During sex?”

Mia nodded. “If you’d call it that.”

Fred turned to Niamh. “What did you do during sex?”

“Enjoy it,” the alabaster beauty grinned coquettishly.

Fred gulped, but then chuckled. “I had that one coming.”

“Is that the only thing coming?” Niamh asked. Her hand was around her mouth, pinky just touching her lower lip.

He didn’t want Mia to kill him, so he shook his head.

“Yes,” the redhead growled, “that is the only thing.” Niamh shot her cousin a disappointed look while Fred got up to see Deb off.

At the door, she brought him in for a kiss, followed by a request.

“Freddy, please lick my neck. Make sure you leave a lot of spit behind.”

He left a generous dollop on her delicious neck. The urge to ravish her was overpowering, but he relented. As they pulled away, she rubbed his saliva into her neck and chin, like a lotion.

“Deb, what’s the deal with that?”

“What’s the deal with what?” she countered, marching toward the elevator. Fred followed.

“You’ve been smearing my fluids into your skin. Why?”

Deb zoned out for an instant, then refocused.

“It’s like having you with me.”

The doors opened, and she moved inside. A small family occupied the elevator, clearly dressed for the pool. The father tried not to ogle Deb.

“Catch you later,” Fred spoke as the doors closed. Deb replied with a confidently pleasant smile.

Fred retreated to the suite, walking into a tense argument between family.

“… eventually,” Niamh hissed, eying her cousin angrily.

“That will not happen until you clean yourself up,” Mia reprimanded, her voice strained.

Fred had an urge to see Mia and Niamh share a cum-filled kiss around his cock, but there was work to be done.

“Mia, what’s up?”

“Nothing Fred—” she was about to say, before her cousin interrupted.

“… I want you, Fred.”

Mia wore an annoyed look. “I thought I made you resistant to this kind of shit. You should not be wanting him.”

“Because you want him,” Niamh teased, “to fill your holes. Has she told you she prefers it in the ass?”

“Deb’s performing recon, so we’ll need to be ready at a moment’s notice. Niamh, apologize to Mia.”

The lovely brunette admitted, “Sorry, Mia, I’m just jealous because I’m dying to have sex with Fred, even though you really like him.”

Mia softened at her cousin’s mea culpa. “We all need to be more constructive.”

A noise heralded a text message. Both Mia and Fred looked at on their respective phones.

“Party line established. Oni, you’re in reserve. Freddy, you’re up. Mia, go down with Fred but take position in the lobby. If you want, take Niamh.”

Mia looked over at her cousin. “Did you want to come with us?”

The brunette bit her lower lip in thought. “Yes!” her voice sure, defiant. She jumped up to go to the bathroom to make herself presentable.

Deb sent another text message while the trio got ready to come down. “Terry and Guppy have a woman with them, well-dressed and pretty.”

Oni sent, “Are they brain dead? They never learn.”

Fred wondered who it could be. Maybe the chameleon playing him?

The trio walked into the elevator. Niamh took Fred’s hand tightly. Mia spotted it in the elevator, giving a reproachful stare. They were alone in the elevator; Fred shrugged. “Better holding my hand than in her pants.”

“Barely,” said the redhead, grinning. Niamh pouted in response.

Once on ground level, the trio split, Fred making his way to the bar while the girls headed to the lobby. Niamh had a pleasant sway when she walked; she was going to be a handful when she got healthier.

Fred slowed as he neared the bar, marking positions as he went. The bar was next door to the dance hall, where he planned to take the girls tomorrow night. He wondered how surprised the girls would be when they found out he could dance.

It also doubled as a restaurant, which meant two things; no bouncers and Deb was inside, her scent trail plain as day.

The atmosphere was lively, and the young man couldn’t help but smile. The music was playing a Benny Goodman tune he knew well.

“Somebody stole my gal,” Fred muttered the title, overcome by memories of his mother. Classics like Glen Miller, Tab Smith and later Martin, Sinatra, and mother’s favorite, Fred Astaire.

“Just one, sir?” the hostess asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Right this way, sir.”

He took a sniff, noting she was getting over the flu and a handful of other details.

Fred was surprised at the light haze of cigarette smoke. Most hotels made bars smoke-free.

“I’d like this table.”

“Alright, sir,” dropping off a menu, she angled back to front. Fred sat, scoping the place out as he checked his cell.

“Fred has arrived.” Deb’s text flashed.

He spotted his lover at the bar, being hit on by a semi handsome guy. Not far away, Mr. Terry, Guppy, and a well-dressed woman sat in a booth. The woman produced a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Mr. Terry. Lighting them up, they put them on the ashtray, not bothering to smoke.

“Found the trio,” Fred texted. “I’m thinking the woman is a lawyer. Mia, does Mr. Terry smoke?”

“Cigars and pot, no cigs. Cousin agrees,” Mia texted.

“I’m walking over. If there’s a trap, I’ll spring it.”

On his way over, Fred veered by the bar, smelling the guy trying to score with his honey. No obvious red flags prompted him to continue to the booth. His cell in his right hand, he’d typed out “SOS” and was ready to send.

He greeted his enemies. “Heya folks, how’s it going?”

“Fred, you loner-assed beanpole douchebag, have a seat whydontchya?” Mr. Terry said, offering the narrow space beside the enormous Guppy. Barely audible, the burly bodyguard growled.

The trap was the cigarette smoke; tainted with some type of drug. While he sat unprotected, they all wore nose plugs to filter out the harmful smoke.

“Frederick Markinson,” the woman’s voice was crisp and polished. She was mid to late thirties and strikingly attractive. “I’m Tandy Graham. About time we met”.

“Why’s a lady like you hanging out with guys like this?” Fred asked, his grin tight. Professionally affable, her appearance was immaculate, chestnut colored shoulder length locks framing gray eyes, a narrow nose, and perfect cheekbones. A shade of red lipstick adorned her full lips. Her attire suggested she was a lawyer who was on the clock.

“Because they hired me.”

“To do what, if I may ask?”

Suddenly, Fred felt vulnerable under the scrutiny of those cold gray eyes as she evaluated him. He noticed she possessed long, elegant nails when her slender hand slid a business card across the table. “Yull, Petechons, and Graham” stood out over a purple shield, under which sat her name, “Tandy Graham, attorney at law”. Phone numbers and a website for the firm fit across the bottom. Fred sent the SOS.

“I’d ask you to accompany us, but I think it prudent we do this the easy way,” she spoke.

“Enough of this shit,” Mr. Terry spat, “you got me good, you little puke-stain, but the lion eats tonight.”

The world became fuzzy. Fred heard Tandy say, “You’re not supposed to hurt Markinson. You may have the redhead and her cousin…,”

“Not before I make an example out of this piece of shit. You can’t fuck with Eddie Terry. The women will come for him, but he’ll already be broken. We take all the bitches and leave town, with you guys making sure I don’t spill the beans.”

“That wasn’t our deal.”

“Well, la-dee-fucking-dah.”

Fred’s world went dark.

SOS.

Oni was prepped, just in case. Her long raven black hair was done up in double pig tail buns, each with a hair pin doubling as a piercing weapon. It took the men they put behind bars less than 24 hours to steal victory; the exotic beauty pledged they would not get a second chance.

She did a check of her gear-compact, brass knuckles, cellphone, loose fitting shoes-and watched her cell for her best friend D’s update.

They wouldn’t be the first she killed. During their last harrowing week in Thailand, Oni fought for her life against those bent on killing her father, a governor with the audacity to champion anti-corruption reform. Along with her mother, a doctor from America, the Sakul family escaped, settling in Cantella Forks.

Her parents somehow knew the Stallings family, encouraging her friendship with Deborah “D” Stallings. Oni loved her like a sister; perhaps a little more, being the subject of a few of her kinkier sexual fantasies.

Oni intended to leave that violent world behind, concentrating on a career in physical therapy. Like D, she had a disciplined schedule for the next four years.

When Fred’s magnificent cock erupted inside her, everything changed. A new world revealed itself; one where she would bear him as many children as he wanted. The problem was her other sisters thought it was weird!

“All rush to the penthouse suite,” came her best friend’s text. Oni knew where the stairs were and ran like a gazelle.

Pain radiated from his forehead down to his feet as Fred slowly woke to Tandy’s authoritative voice.

“Everybody calm down, I’m sure all parties can come to an agreement.” She sounded perfectly reasonable to him.

“One where you give Freddy back and I don’t hurt you?” Deb asked, her voice every bit as commanding as Tandy’s.

“You’re not hurting anyone, you brown eyed bitch. You should have come with all the women except just yourself.”

Fred willed his eyes open, revealing a large 15 x 15 foyer. There were three doors, one leading to the stairs, and two leading to a suite or two. A full-length window presented the night-time lights of downtown and the street, 12 floors below. On the other side, a door led to the stairway. Across from the suite doors stood both service and regular elevators.

He had a feeling there was going to a nasty fight; Eddie and Guppy vs Deb. Why hadn’t she waited for Mia or Oni?

“I’m surprised you didn’t hold a gun to Fred’s head and bargain that way,” Deb taunted.

“That was plan A,” Mr. Terry revealed. “Plan B is bashing your pretty face in.”

“That’s a shitty plan. You only brought one guy.”

“Bitch, do the math, it’s two on one.”

Deb laughed. “Fucker, I am doing the math. Guppy’s the only man I’m fighting.”

“Show you how much of a man I am, bitch,” Came Guppy’s reply. With the way he felt, the big man must’ve dropped him when Deb appeared. Also, Mr. Terry and Tandy weren’t seeing eye to eye. The law firm wanted him alive, the criminal did not.

“Shamalamadingdong,” Fred rambled, trying to speak but failing. The knife wound in his shoulder pulsed from being reopened.

Laying on his side, Fred had a ringside view of the conflict. Eddie hung back, looking for an opening, while Guppy advanced. Deb had a loose stance, going into a defensive posture, moving around the foyer, trying to avoid being flanked. Tandy watched the scene unfold with interest.

It occurred to Fred this was the situation “they” wanted. Eddie Terry was dead weight, and instead of getting rid of him themselves, they would manipulate Fred and his gang into doing it, using murder to extort him into doing their bidding. He checked, and sure enough, above the door leading to the stairs, a live camera was recorded the altercation.

Guppy advanced on Deb, trying to get in close to use his superior strength. At an even six feet and over three hundred pounds, it was nigh impossible to deal with a much faster opponent. The fit blond understood this, staying out of his reach.

As the big man lunged, Deb spun away, but not before delivering a kick to Guppy’s ass, caterwauling him into the nearest wall, knocking him off-balance. Deb pushed towards Eddie Terry as the enormous man recovered.

Countering her sudden aggressive posture, Eddie switched to a defensive stance, delivering a polished jab the blond dodged, grabbing his hand, intending to wrench his arm. It was the same move used on Benji; this time, however, Eddie delivered a surprise front kick to her midsection, which she barely blocked.

Stymied, Deb disengaged to avoid Guppy’s incoming flank.

“Nice try, you little bitch. Still think you’re fighting one guy?”

The sudden ding of the service elevator interrupted the trio as moved for position around the foyer, the doors opening.

Wearing a fierce grin, Deb said, “Still think you’re fighting one woman?”

The jingle of loose change signaled the appearance of a familiar red-haired amazonian. Somehow she’d found a pillowcase full of loose change, about five dollars’ worth from the sound. “Someone call room service?”

While Fred struggled to collect himself, Mia and Deb squared off on Eddie and Guppy. With a war yell, Mia took a swipe at Eddie with the pillowcase, backing him against the large window overlooking the city. Guppy moved to help his boss, liking his chances against the redhead. Deb exploited the opening, rushing the bodyguard. He tried a grab, but came away with air as she passed his guard quickly, climbing on his back like a spider to catch him in a chokehold before the surprised Guppy could react.

While Deb’s supernatural burst of speed was impressive, Guppy wasn’t out of the fight. Knowing he had seconds before he went unconscious, His muscular hands grabbed not to pull off, but to keep in place while he charged into the nearest wall. Deb knew what was coming, electing to brace for impact. Turning at the last second, Guppy slammed Deb into the wall with bone-crushing force, causing the blond to grunt in pain.

Guppy growled, his face a shade of purple as Deb bravely maintained the choke, until the big man put her into the wall again. It was clear he meant to batter her into a paste before she could choke him out. As her grip loosened, his grip tightened.

Deb had enough, abandoning the choke hold with a quick elbow to the back of the Guppy’s neck, loosening his hold enough for her to transition to the big man’s right hand. Within milliseconds, she grabbed his hand, abandoning his back at the exact moment he slammed into the wall, damaging himself. The fit blond used her atemi to deliver a world of pain as she manipulated the nerve clusters in his hand, bringing the big man to his knees with a painful wheeze.

Not far away, Eddie’s back was against the wall as Mia pushed in, trying to land a solid blow. He moved fast, trying to find an opening.

“How’s your cousin, you red-headed cunt?”

Mia responded by swinging the pillowcase around in a wide arc, which Eddie exploited, grabbing it in the middle before it landed. He tried maneuvering to the side to pull Mia off-balance, but she stepped into it, looking to deliver an elbow. He bobbed, causing the blow to glance harmlessly off his jaw. Eddie responded with a knee to the redhead’s midsection, which landed clean, causing Mia to gasp in pain. Somehow, she countered with a head bash to Eddie’s face, which landed with a solid “thwack!” Mia doubled over in pain as the knee registered, while Eddie staggered back, blood seeping from his broken nose.

“Fucking ouch!!” he screamed.

Fred rose, staggering towards to the camera. He was almost there when the door to the stairs opened, revealing the beautiful Oni. The pair locked eyes; Fred’s grin almost shattered Oni’s resolve; the need to feel him inside her all-consuming. She mouthed the words “I love you.” Fred noted the brass knuckles on her left hand. As they brushed by, they caught each other’s scent. The exotic beauty was at once aroused by Fred’s scent, causing her nipples to stiffen as she advanced into the fray. Fred, aroused by Oni’s pumpkin spice and sweat fragrance, wanted to ravage her, but concentrated on tearing the camera off the wall instead.

The exotic beauty stalked forward, discounting Tandy as she was intent on spectating. Oni turned her focus on Deb’s fight with the immense bodyguard. she kicked her shoes off.

Guppy was down again, but not out; his face twisted into a rictus of pain. The immense man twisted around, using his leverage to throw Deb up against the wall yet again. The blond expected the move, flowing with it while still delivering maximum pain to his right arm, waiting until the last second before leaving her feet. Bracing against the wall to absorb the impact, she twisted Guppy’s wrist, eliciting an angered yell as he tried coping with the pain. She dropped to the ground.

Guppy’s wrist was sprained, with a momentary loss of his right arm because of the nerve cluster damage. Deb rolled into a crouch near to the big man, preparing to advance until she saw her best friend, brass knuckles visible on her right hand.

Not far away, Eddie snapped, falling into a rage as he produced a large knife, seeking advantage over the tall redhead, who favored her right side while catching her breath.

Fred crushed the camera, triumph on his face. He turned towards the combat, preparing to command them not to fall into the firm’s trap.

Before this could happen, Oni moved in on the big man, who jabbed with his left. Oni met his jab with her own much smaller fist, but with the brass knuckles attached. The force of the blow knocked the exotic beauty back, almost off her feet, sending a shooting pain up her arm.

For Guppy, his hand shattered at the impact. Deb took advantage of the opening, switching to a Krav Maga side kick, targeting the bodyguard’s knee. A loud snap followed by a painful cry brought him to a knee. Oni screamed in anger, charging the burly criminal as he tried an overhand left to counter Deb, who blocked it with her elbow, grabbing his arm while slipping behind him. Pain started taking its toll on the fit blond, but Guppy was in a lot of trouble, too.

Oni leaped, delivering a flying back kick to Guppy’s face. It caught him square, but the big man countered, catching Oni with a shoulder that dumped her to the floor. It would have been disastrous for the raven haired beauty had Deb not had his left arm behind him. Using his own leverage, she wrenched his arm out of its socket. The big man bellowed.

“Fuck!”

Close by, Mia and Eddie eyed each other, pain and rage on both their faces. He charged, intending to deliver a front kick before stabbing her with the knife. The redhead swung the pillowcase filled with dimes, nickels and pennies, connecting with his kneecap with a resounding “crack!”

Missing with his kick, he ignored the pain, stabbing with the knife. Slicing into Mia’s left arm, he produced a cry of pain. Eddie crumpled to one knee after the exchange, Mia weaving to his flank before spinning around with the pillowcase, connecting with the base of his skull, sending him to the floor.

Oni recovered, her body a live wire, endorphins firing. Producing a needle, she rolled to her crouch in front of the big man, thrusting into his groin. Guppy didn’t cry out; his eyes fluttered as he fell sideways to the floor.

“Don’t kill them!” Fred hollered. “That’s what these assholes want!”

“Fuck that, we should kill them until they die from it, Fred!” Mia said.

“If you kill them, they have us! You’ll be trading Mr. Terry for whoever these… people represent.”

Oni took out her second needle.

“They harmed you again, Fred,” she said, her silken tone quivering with anger, her scent thicker than usual. “We cannot let that stand.” her intentions were clear.

“We will not do their dirty work for them, and I won’t let you become killers. I love you too much for that,” Fred beseeched, “take out their nose plugs. I have an idea you’re going to like. Tandy, take out your nose plugs right now.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” the attorney spoke, trying to gain control over the situation. “I have orders from the front office… “

She was interrupted by Deb, who kneed her in the midsection, bringing her to the ground, then applying a chokehold. Ten seconds later, the attorney was unconscious.

Deb looked up. “Take their cellphones. Let’s go into their place and see what they have, then take them all down to our suite.

Oni pulled Guppy’s respirator out, while Mia did the same. The redhead added a punch to Eddie Terry’s face.

“Mia, you’re cut. Let’s use their bathroom,” Fred spoke. The group dragged the trio into the penthouse suite, which was impressive.

“Keep the chatter to a minimum,” Deb warned, “in case they have the place wired.”

“Hey girls,” Fred uttered, “before we do anything else, thank you for saving my ass.”

He turned to Oni, hugging her. The raven haired beauty reciprocated, kissing his neck. “I’m so relieved you’re all right, Fred.” Her voice trembled with emotion.

“You’re welcome, Freddy,” Deb called out, examining Tandy’s cellphone.

“Anytime, Fred!” Mia called out from the bathroom.

He intended a soft kiss on her lips, but Oni wanted a full make-out session, which they didn’t have time for.

“I’d like to put a baby in you tonight. I hope that’s okay.” Fred murmured, noticing Deb’s look of distaste.

“I’m so happy to hear you say that,” she said, her silken voice thick with emotion. “That means a lot to me.”

Fred was hard enough to shatter stone, and Oni knew it. Knowing there was still work to do, the pair reluctantly separated, tending to their own and their opposition, making sure Guppy didn’t bleed out.

I can’t get her cell to open,” Deb said. “Thalina says the lawyer will need to do it.”

“She’ll do it,” Fred observed, “after she takes a load of my sperm down her throat.”

It was Deb’s turn to be aroused.

Fred gave his woman his hand, and she waited a few seconds before taking it. He brought her in for a hug while Oni still tended to Guppy.

“Are you okay?” asked Fred.

She hugged him back. “Babe, are you going to give in to Oni’s weird child fetish?”

“Yes, and it turns me on, Deb.”

“Why?” she asked. She looked him in the eye, showing her concern.

“Because it’s her choice. I want to give her what she wants because I love her, and so do you. Deb. Your harem sisters, and while it’s okay to question their decisions, you should also support them.”

Fred couldn’t tell if he won the argument because of his explanation, or the ScSc influence. He still sensed reluctance, which he obliterated by kissing Deb’s tender lips, eliciting a soft moan.

“You’re all different, Deb. I know you’re curious about anal sex.”

She blushed, momentarily embarrassed by his knowledge. His hands roamed around her incredible figure, finally resting on her delightful ass with a hungry squeeze.

“The question is, who’ll be my first anal experience, you or Mia?” Fred teased, releasing her ass cheeks with a pat. It was almost cruel, playing on her competitiveness, but it had the desired effect. Both Oni and Deb’s arousal levels were high, the scent of their combined musk fueling his own libido.

Mia exited the bathroom, her arm bandaged. She looked alarmed as Fred approached.

“Don’t go in there,” she cautioned, causing him to smile. He pulled her in for a hug. They gazed into each other’s eyes.

“How do you feel?”

“Better now. My enemies are vanquished, and I took a victory dump to celebrate.”

“That is so attractive,” Fred chuckled, “also TMI.” He brought her in for a kiss. Mia’s mouth was hot and ready, her tongue playing with his. Through half-lidded green eyes, her hungry mouth signaled her desire.

He pulled away, looking her in the eye. “We need to interrogate the lawyer, but she’s got a nose plug that won’t come out. I’m thinking we might- “

“Need to ejaculate into her mouth? And you want lil ole me to do the honors? You flatter me, sir.” Mia’s hand found Fred’s hard cock, stroking it.

Combing the suite, they found one audio recording device, wrist ties, manacles, and bungee cords.

“Fuck me,” Mia muttered, “they were getting ready to kidnap the entire harem.”

“Still don’t think these guys should still be alive.” Oni had affixed her double bun pigtails back into place. Her shoes were back on, and she was still in a state of arousal, sharing glances with Fred often.

“I second that emotion,” Mia agreed. “These guys deserve a dirt nap.”

Deb clucked. “I agree with Fred. We make them our bitches and if our enemies want to dispose of them, so be it. However, this time we need to make sure they belong to us.”

Fred nodded. “Girls, question. Are you wearing undergarments?”

All three nodded. “I want you to take them off, and stuff them inside the mouths of our male captives.”

Mia and Oni looked at Fred like he grew an extra head, but Deb wore an understanding grin, taking off her jeans. Fred walked towards her, winking.

Incredulous, Mia said, “Why in the blue fuck would I stuff my panties into Eddie’s mouth?”

“Are you joking, Fred?” Oni asked.

Fred helped Deb take off her jeans, caressing her perfect legs. He kissed her thigh, noting her intake of breath and alluring posture, despite her injuries. Gracefully stepping out of her jeans, she spread her legs invitingly, allowing her lover full access. Fred planted kisses on her neck while his fingers rubbed her vulva through her panties, making them even more wet. Deb purred.

“Freddy, do my pussy like that, rub it in. Oh, that’s a good boy,” she said.

Oni enjoyed the show, no longer questioning, as she began undressing.

“There goes my massage idea,” Mia said, unzipping her stonewashed jeans.

“There’s a method to his madness, ladies,” Deb said, voice thick with desire. Fred continued rubbing her through her panties, causing his lover to gyrate her hips, eyes closed, turning her face to the ceiling as Fred ravaged her neck and collarbone with his mouth, sending her spiraling towards a powerful climax. She opened her eyes, turning to stare with lust at each of her beautiful harem sisters. Oni’s intense, dark eyes regarded her with hunger as she unclothed herself. Mia’s green eyes gleamed with wonton desire. As the first wave of her orgasm took her, the fragrance of her sisters and Fred together added that last ingredient, the knowledge she was falling in love with both Mia and Oni, and how fucking hot it made her.

Deb’s high-pitched keening signaled a powerful orgasm; also, the combined fragrance of his harem’s aroused state invigorated his libido. He brought Deb in for a hungry kiss, saying, “Take off your panties and stuff them into someone’s mouth.”

“Sure thing, babe.” As she walked over to stuff her sodden panties into Eddie Terry’s mouth, Fred intercepted Oni and Mia together. There was no rough play, just intimacy and tenderness, as all three nursed bumps and bruises. The redhead had a knife wound to rival Fred’s.

He lifted Oni up and she wrapped herself around him, as the three kissed, mouths and tongues colliding, jabbing and twirling playfully. Fred let Oni down, noticing she was holding her wet thong while Mia’s panties were cottage cheese.

“Our combined pheromones are more powerful than my own, so putting your panties in their mouths means we’ll own them.”

The trio walked over to join Deb, Oni stuffing her thong into Guppy’s mouth while Mia arranged hers on Eddie’s face, right over his nose.

Moments later, Fred stood in front of a seated Tandy, hands tied behind her back, ankles tied together as well.

Mia eyed her body. “I’m getting a serious Rachel McAdams vibe from her. She’s cute.”

“I thought so too,” Fred agreed, “from ‘Game Night’.”

The redhead pursed her lips. “I was thinking ‘Disobedience’.”

Fred nodded. “Now I’ll have to see it. By the way, want to go on a group date tomorrow night?”

“Why not,” she agreed.

Tandy woke up, Deb behind her, Oni on one side of Fred, Mia on the other. All were naked, except for Tandy. Her suit jacket had been taken off, but her shirt was still buttoned up.

“What are you… my, my,” the lawyer exclaimed, appreciating the naked youthful bodies around her. “Aren’t WE cozy.”

“Did you superglue a respirator to the inside of your nose?” Fred asked.

“I don’t believe I’m going to answer that.”

“Fine by me. Mia,” he sighed, bringing the sexy redhead in for a kiss, “suck my cock until I’m ready to cum.”

“Sounds good.” she dropped to her knees, gently cupping his balls before taking a long lick from the base of his shaft to the crown of his diamond hard erection. Her lips closed around his glans as she fluttered her tongue around it, kissing his frenulum before shoving his meat stick deeper into her mouth, lavishing her affections on him.

Fred was on cloud ten from Mia’s exquisite blowjob. He made out with Oni as Deb played the part of voyeur, standing behind the lawyer while slowly masturbating.

“I want to have lots of babies Fred,” Oni whispered, “I want you to impregnate me with your seed.”

He put an encouraging hand into Mia’s thick curly hair, moving his hips, fucking her mouth. She moaned intensely when he started that motion, not resisting when his cock hit the back of her throat. She had control over her gag reflex, deep throating him expertly. Her body trembled as her orgasm approached, globs of saliva ran from both her chin and Fred’s cock, staining Tandy’s dress and the floor.

He watched as Deb bent over, close to Tandy’s ear. “When the time comes, Freddy is going to shoot his semen into your mouth. Then, you’re going to eat me out. After that, who knows? Maybe Mia, maybe Oni. Maybe you get Freddy’s dick again. I hope not, though. You don’t deserve it like we do.”

“You all deserve my dick,” Fred agreed. A trio of moans signaled agreement.

“I want that baby maker in my pussy,” Oni demanded. “I want my harem-sisters to watch it happen.”

Mia’s left hand gave the thumbs up while continuing her assault on Fred’s turgid member.

Deb, once hesitant, was too far gone into lust. “I’ll watch Fred… put a baby in you, Oni.”

Multiple squelching noises signaled all three women masturbating. Fred fingered the exotic beauty as Mia explored her rectum, smearing her finger with copious amounts of cum and saliva before inserting it into her puckered sphincter.

“Hoooly Coooowww,” Oni’s swiveling hips intensified. the exotic beauty was overcome with both desire and Deb’s acceptance of her own need to have children with Fred. Exchanging a loving stare with her best friend and harem sister, her body seized up as she was wracked by a powerful orgasm.

“I’m almost there, Mia!” Fred warned.

The redhead to plopped Fred out of her mouth, jacking him off with her left hand. He moved so his cock was just in front of Tandy’s closed mouth. Deb plugged the lawyer’s nose with one hand while using nerve clusters on her neck to induce her swallow reflex. Oni helped hold the lawyer still as Mia jacked Fred to his impending orgasm.

“Yeeeeeeeeesss!!!!!” Fred hollered, spurting copious amounts of cum into Tandy’s mouth. A few ropes hit her in the face, forehead, and cheek, but most careened down her gullet. Mia sucked the remains of his load into her own mouth, loving the taste of her lover’s seed.

“You are such a good cocksucker,” Fred said, panting. “Where did you learn to do that?”

She chuckled, smiling goofily. “Niamh showed me. I’m hoping I can get some cock action tonight?”

“That’s a good possibility, after I’ve deposited a load into Oni’s womb.”

Deb interrupted the romantic moment. “Tandy might be ready to talk.”

Deb scooped Fred’s cooling sperm off the lawyer’s flushed face, offering it to her. Tandy’s face was a mishmash of conflicting emotions, desire winning in the end. She sucked Deb’s fingers, greedily imbibing his cum.

“Your sperm tastes like a chocolate milkshake,” Tandy said, fascinated.

Fred said, “Deb, Tandy needs to lick your pussy, just to be sure.”

Deb had scooped the last of his seed, smearing it onto her right breast when she heard him command her. She understood two things; tactically, it was a good move, bringing her further under their control. Second, dominating this bitch made her even more horny.

“Have you ever tasted another woman’s pussy, Tandy?” Deb twirled the chair around so they could see each other.

The lawyer stared, ogling the fit blond’s near flawless body.

“Yes, and you look tasty.”

Deb straddled the pretty prisoner, who instinctively turned her face upward, anticipating what happened next. The blond pressed her hot cunt onto the lawyer’s tongue, and Tandy moaned, losing herself in the incredible taste of Deb’s wet cunt.

“I agree-OH! Yes, that’s it, you fucking bitch, eat me! Mia, kiss me, please.”

The redhead stood, her pussy twitching as she met the sexy blond’s scintillating stare. Deb’s hips were rolling over Tandy’s glistening chin. Mia was never more attracted to another woman in her life.

The pair embraced, their nostrils flaring as they took in each other’s scent.

“You’re too gorgeous to be a cheerleader.”

Deb looked up at the taller woman, stopping for a second while Tandy kept licking her engorged labia.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Mouths clashed, tongues smacked wetly, tongues played an erotic game of tag. The pair couldn’t get enough of each other, running their hands through hair, back, and ass as breasts and bellies pressed together. An intimacy neither woman had experienced before with the same sex thrilled both. Their eyes met as both realized for the first time how much the other meant.

Fred and Oni enjoyed the show. They won again, but it was close and deadly. Wounds needed healing, and they deserved a fucking day off. He also knew the trio of women present were becoming closer, both to him and each other, with each sexual escapade. More than a harem, they were becoming a family. A weird, fucked up family. He turned to Oni.

“Oni, time to make a baby.”

She squealed in delight.