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  Robert’s mouth was dry. He took a moment to swallow and then swallow again, to work up the words. Often he kept to himself, not speaking unless spoken to, and so his voice took on the qualities of being rough and soft when in fact, when his words were let out to play for a while, he had a rather commanding volume.

  “I don’t know how to explain it. I touch women...people. And I can make things happen. It happens more with women because...”

  “You’re turned on by them?”

  He nodded. “And I don’t want to fuck up their lives, see? I don’t want to do it to anybody. But I...there’s all this power. The more I let it out, the harder it is to deny.” He closed his eyes. “I was in a mental hospital for the past five years. At first, my powers, they seemed harmless. I changed a girl’s hair color. I helped a friend lose weight. And then...I don’t know. There’s this pheromone component. Women smell it. They come on to me...they want me. And that turns me on, and then I want to use the power on them, and...I can’t help it.

  “I ended up committing myself to the asylum to keep myself away. The meds there kept everything under control. They thought I was crazy when I told them the truth, which was fine by me. Hell, I thought I was crazy. I thought...until what, five minutes ago? I had started to believe I made the whole thing up. But they, at the asylum, they drugged me up all the same, and that meant that everything was suppressed. But with the cutbacks from the state, they couldn’t keep me anymore. And then I was out...and...here. They got me this job. Not the University. I just said that because Natalie did. The boss knew all along where I came from, but she didn’t know the rest.”

  In a few seconds, he would open his eyes and see Maria on her cell phone, calling the cops or maybe those white-suited orderlies with the giant nets. Did they even have a number?

  He would open his eyes, and he would see the rampant disgust on her face, the disappointed disbelief that anyone as sick and strange as him would even be alive.

  Soft, warm breaths pushed against his cheek. A hand slid up his thigh, squeezing. Startled, he opened his eyes, and saw Maria there, her gorgeous face alive with lust.

  “Show me,” she whispered. She pushed her body against his, heavy tits sliding against the thick meat of his arm.

  Holding him tight, she urged him up to his knees until he was above Natalie, still dazed on the floor. Maria dragged her toward them so that her head faced them both. She was a strong woman.

  “You’ll show me, won’t you?” Maria’s voice was a soft, lilted whisper. “Please?”

  She couldn’t be serious. This wasn’t serious. This was insanity.

  And yet her hand was right there on his crotch, sliding over the straining mass of his erection.

  “You can do anything at all to her,” Maria whispered. “Anything you like. What would you do?”

  This beautiful angel was begging him to use the power he had spent so long suppressing and denying. But there was no denying it anymore. Her fingers slowly grasped the tab of his zipper and pulled it down. Her touch, sweet and gentle around his cock, made him shudder.

  “Go on,” she whispered. “Do whatever you like. Show me. Show me what you can do, Robert. I want to see.”

  Natalie was semi-conscious, a pleasant smile on her face. He put his hands down on her skull, urging her with his power to become more awake, but less aware. Her eyes flashed open, dazed and open, her mouth hanging just so.

  “Green,” said Maria. “Weren’t they...”

  “Blue. Yes. I touched her and I thought of you. I thought maybe you could have been sisters. But I was wrong. Her hair would have to be darker. Fuller.”

  As he spoke, Maria stroked. And as she stroked, Robert let loose with his will, feeling power surge through him as Natalie’s hair became thicker underneath his very hands. Thicker, softer, shinier, darker. Before, it had been an admirable dark shade of brown. Now it was a deep chocolate. His fingers sank into it, sliding effortlessly between the locks, not a tangle to be found.

  “Oh my god.” Maria stroked him harder, her hand slippery with his precum. “Oh fuck. Oh my god.”

  She bit his shoulder so hard that Robert had to cry out softly. Her smile, guilty and excited, softened his heart entirely. Everything about her was beautiful, fervent, lustful, and immediate. He wanted to fuck her so badly that he could barely keep from exploding.

  “You can do anything,” she said. “Anything. You can...you can...” she gulped rapidly. Her throat muscles were positively elegant, seemingly made for taking down a massive cock. “Tell me that you can change her mind?”

  “About what?”

  “You know what I mean. You can make her...you can make her your slave, couldn’t you?”

  A long jet of cum spurted from his cock, landing on Natalie’s chest. She had never buttoned up her sweater, and the cum trailed slowly down the lovely cups of her bra.

  “F-fuck, Maria. I don’t know. That’s too much.”

  “Then why did it make you cum?” She grinned wickedly. Her handjob had slowed down, easing and gentle now, no longer quite so furtive and quick. It was like she had known, right away, to slow down once he came—to keep him going for even longer. “Mmm, and still so hard, too? I can tell you like that idea. You don’t have to hide it from me. I like it too.”

  “You like...a woman being my slave? You like that?”

  She shrugged, an elegantly beautiful motion. “I like a man in charge. Really in charge, with no doubt for those beneath him. That’s my favorite thing in the world.”

  Her hand continued its amazing work on his throbbing cock. Still, he hesitated.

  “You can change her back if you don’t like it, right? I just want to see it. I just want to watch her call you Master.”

  “Why?”

  “Because...” Her face nudged against his, that perfectly shaped nose rubbing heatedly against his jaw, their lips tantalizingly close. “Because it really, really gets me off, Robert. I want to watch you own her. I want to see how powerful you can be in all your glory. I think it’s shameful that you’re hiding. I think you ought to revel in it...and if you really need someone to convince you, I happily volunteer myself.”

  Her hand on his cock was slippery, soaking, and perfectly suited to stroking him. Right at the intensity and the frequency he needed.

  Her skin. His skin. Touching...he might have changed her already. Subconsciously. Fuck.

  “I won’t be able to stop myself from doing it,” he said. “No one will be safe. Not even you.”

  “I don’t mind. Just...let me be your first girl, please? The one you put above the others. So long as I’m first, I don’t care who else you fuck. Who else you own. Or,” she grinned wickedly, encouraging another hot shot of precum onto Natalie’s waiting knees. “I want you to have the best girls serving you. I just...like being above them. The best of the best. Isn’t that understandable?”

  His need to kiss her was overwhelming now. He couldn’t restrain himself. But she...she had to do it first.

  And she did. Whether it was because of his subconscious desire or her true desire to kiss and seduce him, Robert didn’t know and he didn’t care. Kissing Maria was heavenly. He’d ached for her plush, soft lips against his since the first day he’d seen her, weeks ago, and having her now stroke him so eagerly while kissing him with such intense passion was heavenly.

  “This is unreal,” he said, breathing hard after the mind-melting kiss. “This is happening...so fast. I mean this is the most we’ve ever talked, do you realize?”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” she moaned. “You’re everything I’ve ever fucking wanted and I want to worship the ground you walk on. You’re a fucking stud god and I pretty please please want to see you fuck Natalie’s mind until she doesn’t even know other cocks exist except for yours. Please?”

  She had taken Natalie’s tranced head in hand, guiding it toward Robert’s cock. Relaxing just slightly, Robert slid his cock through her waiting lips. Maria moaned, obviously aroused, as she watched
him enter Natalie’s mouth deeper and deeper.

  Soon, they found a rhythm, with Maria guiding Natalie’s pretty face up and down Robert’s cock using her hair as a handle.

  “Say she’s your slave,” Maria whispered in his ear. “Please?”

  “She’s my slave.” Robert pressed hard into Natalie’s skull, making it so. “She has to obey me. She must serve my will.”

  “Yes. Oh, god, yes, yes. Make her call you ‘Master.’ Make her call you ‘Sir.’”

  Another surge of his will, and Robert slid his cock from Natalie’s mouth just slightly.

  “You’re my slave, aren’t you?”

  Natalie nodded earnestly, precum dripping from her plump lips. “Y-yes, Master. Yes, Sir!”

  Maria’s fingers were stuffed up in her cunt, her thumb rapidly flicking against her clit. A puddle of juices had formed around her knees. “Fuck!” she moaned. “That’s so hot. That’s so perfect. Fuck her mouth, baby, please? Fuck your slave’s mouth. Your pretty little slave’s mouth, fuck her throat, oh please, oh god, please!”

  Robert could hardly deny her. He lost himself inside Natalie’s mouth, in the sensation of her warm wetness. There was no restraint, no care—something primal woke in him. Something that knew he deserved this, that knew he should be adored and exalted in this manner. He fucked Natalie’s mouth like it was a waiting, dripping cunt, her soft throat swallowing down and suckling on every last inch that it could.

  “Yes, baby,” Maria moaned, kissing his ears, his neck, flashing those brilliant green eyes at him. “Do it love. Fuck her. Fuck her until she’s nothing. Wipe her mind out. Wipe it clean, oh fuck, leave her with nothing but you!”

  Robert came, hips spasming and his balls emptying down Natalie’s throat and stomach. Moaning and thrashing, Maria came as well, kissing Robert wildly on the lips, adoring him, feeling strong and undeniable worship for him and his power. In the heat of the moment, he was unable to stop himself from implanting that in her—though not nearly so much as he emptied into the throbbing-hot form of Natalie. Maria bucked against him, her slender body feeling so right as it thrashed against his in the throes of bliss.

  They let Natalie fall to the ground, where she swallowed and slurped up his cum, cleaning herself and his cock with a pretty pink tongue. Maria looked down at Robert’s cock with reverence.

  “You’re still hard.” Her voice was coated with the breathlessness of a woman who’d just enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.

  He nodded silently, eyeing Maria’s body hungrily. She smiled indulgently, clearly knowing he enjoyed what he saw.

  “Let’s pump the brakes on you and me a bit, cowboy. I’ve got a lot to think about...and we’ve already gone further than I ever have with anyone, except for other girls.” She took Natalie by the hair again, guiding her tranced, worshipful face back toward his cock. “But you can do whatever you like with her.” She stroked Natalie’s hair like that of a favored pet. “Anything, baby. And I’ll cheer you on.”

  Robert was so turned on that he felt anything Maria asked, or suggested, he would do. And at her suggestion, he put his cock back in Natalie’s mouth and his hand on her temple to guide his power...and he was dumping her with everything Maria cooed in his ear.

  Make her worship you.

  Make her call you Master.

  Make her as sexy as you can imagine.

  * * * * *

  Hours later, close to ten in the evening, Maria finally returned home to her spacious condo. Her boyfriend Fernando was there already, flipping channels on the television and munching through a bag of carrots. The home was spacious, with tall ceilings and ornate fixtures on the corners and walls. Marble floors in the kitchen and bathrooms, wooden floors everywhere else. Several thick, plush carpets were spaced through the home. With four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a laundry room, a living room, a dining room, and a gaming room, it was a large enough space for easily five or six people.

  Until today, Maria had taken it because she simply wanted more. She wanted more space, more costs, more of anything to prove that she was worthy of someone buying it for her.

  But now...now the extra space had so many possibilities. Robert had taken Natalie home, probably to fuck her rotten, but wouldn’t it be delightful if, in the future, he just came here instead? And with Natalie too, as well as any other new girls he managed to acquire. The thought made her feel warm inside.

  Fernando hadn’t complained about buying the condo for her. She had smiled at him for days, even letting him jerk off to her body in lingerie—though she was very careful not to let any part of his cock touch her. Dumbstruck with Maria’s attention, he did most anything she told him.

  “Hey babe,” he said, not getting up. “How was work? You’re home late. Assholes got you inventorying the files again?”

  Fernando was an idiot. But he was a cute idiot, and even more importantly than that, he was a rich idiot. He had bankrolled this new condo for her while she strung him along on promises and promises of sex. They had done little more than kiss, and even that felt revolting now.

  Robert was the only man for her, ever. That was clear now.

  It wasn’t lost on her that it was possible he had made her think that. She wasn’t sure she cared, even if he had changed her. Changed her in the same way that he had completely reformatted Natalie’s mind right before her eyes.

  Anything you say, Master. I’m yours forever, I promise. I’ll always obey.

  She took a moment, shuddering at the hot memory, still so fresh. Natalie’s voice had been so plaintive, so delicious...

  Maria had long ago abandoned any hope of having children, though she would have enjoyed spreading her philosophy to any daughters she might have had. But the thought of actually holding some inferior man’s cum in her virgin body was skin-crawling. Now that Robert was around, however, she felt those desires coming back with a vengeance.

  There was a man who could give her a child. A powerful man. A god-like man, maybe just a god altogether. Wouldn’t that be something? To carry the seed of a living deity?

  Everything made so much sense now. Why she hadn’t been able to seduce Kyle and leave for bigger and better things, as had been her plan. Why she hadn’t found a new job straightaway when that didn’t work out.

  What was happening with Robert was meant to be.

  Fernando was likely waiting on a reply. He lived on an eggshell planet, she knew, desperately scared that at any moment Maria would recognize how little he actually belonged in her class. Maria had been aware of this all along, naturally, but Fernando was a special type of fool who regularly could be charmed by her with relative effortlessness.

  She had invited him over that night, for instance, only to make him pay for take-out. But she wasn’t hungry anymore. Every possible desire in her life had come to life that night, and eating was the last thing on her mind.

  Fernando owned a car lot where he bought, traded, and sold used cars. It was a hot business in Rosington and Fernando was good at it.

  She walked to the counter where the key dish lay and picked up his keys, hiding the sound by dropping hers. Careful not to break a nail, she slipped his key to her condo off his ring and then covertly set the keys back down.

  Fernando had turned off the television, no doubt feeling the tension in the air. Maria took a special glee in what was about to happen. There was a darkness in her, and that was certain. A spiteful, cruel impish nature that delighted in the pain of those who annoyed her or those who she simply saw as lesser.

  And so while a slow coil of stress snaked about Fernando’s heart, Maria felt her already rather moist pussy becoming slowly wet once again.

  I love you, Master. Forever and ever. I’ll be yours for all time. I belong to you, and only to you.

  Were they just recollections of Natalie’s words? Or was that what ruled her heart now?

  Maria walked across the living room and stood behind the bar, pouring herself a finger of whiskey. The vintage was smooth, strong, and�
�like most everything in the condo—given to her free of charge after a few gentle touches and dazzling smiles. Men loved everything about Maria, and receiving her attention melted most of them.

  Except Robert. He hadn’t melted. No...he had blossomed.

  God, he was so fucking hot!

  She made her face very serious, deliberately hiding her aroused glee. “We need to talk, Fernando.”

  He stood up, approaching like a scolded dog.

  “Sure, babe. What about? Do you want to...” he nodded back toward the bedroom. “Finally?”

  She smiled, appearing almost sympathetic. “Oh, dear. No.”

  “Headache again?”

  The booze was working wonderfully, sending a long happy warmth down her tummy and filling her head with a liquid ease. The bar was high enough so that she could slide her fingers up into her pussy behind her skirt without Fernando seeing. So, she did.

  “We have to break up, Fernando.”

  “Have...h-have to what?”

  She took great pleasure in his reaction. The dilating pupils. The sudden sweat pouring down his brow. It was like he had taken drugs.

  A bad acid trip, sure. And she was the demoness come to ruin his high.

  I’m your slave. Your slave forever. I worship your cock. I love you so much. You’re my everything. My God. My King. I worship you.

  All those filthy, naughty words she had whispered into Robert’s ear, and filtered through his power and then moaned out loud by Natalie as she came and came again in a feverish, zealous fervor of delectable adoring insanity. With Maria’s urging, Robert probably quite literally drove Natalie mad with love. And Maria recalled every last word now, sliding her index finger ever so slowly across her clit as she feasted on Fernando’s despair.

  Maria was going to be the prize property of Robert. There certainly wasn’t going to be any need to be concerned about money. Or niceness. Or propriety. All she had to do was make him value her...and Maria had been waiting and aching and cumming her whole life, dreaming of serving someone with power like his.