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TITLE:: All we like Sheep
Chap. 1. (mc)
"Angie you can't refuse a Christmas present!" Peter
Cross protested.
"Really, Peter I don't think I should accept this."
Angela Heart replied. She was glad that her desk was
between her and the handsome young man. She had only
been working at Ace Bright CD's for two months and the
young engineers from down in the R&D department had been
hitting on her since the day she joined the companies
advertising department.
Peter had been one of the most insistent. Here he was at
her desk again during her lunch break trying to get her
to accept not one, but two Christmas presents. It
embarrassed her. It wasn't appropriate.
Peter had his own plans for the sexy little auburn hared
beauty. Step one of that plan was to get her to accept
the CD and present he had prepared especially for her.
"Listen Angie, I know you don't get out much. You've
turned down every date request you've gotten, as far as I
can tell, and that's fine" Peter lied.
"I know you have strong religious convictions about
dating. To tell you the truth, I admire them.". More
lies, he wished Angie would just loosen up and go out
with him. It seemed a crime for a women with a body like
hers to be "saving" it for marriage and some perfect man
who would sweep her away and put a ring on her finger.
"Mabel in Accounting told me you like Classical Religious
music so I made up this two CD set of Handel's Messiah
for you. Its a total digital remastering of the original
Mormon Tabernacle Choir version from the 60's. Ace
Bright is going to start selling it next year but I
thought you might enjoy a copy now, what with the
Holidays coming up and all.". Peter said and smiled his
best, [I'm a good boy smile].
"This present is just a present, nothing extravagant, no
hidden meanings" he hurried to explain. "If you'd like,
you can think of it as my apology for all those times I
asked you out despite your kind refusals. I know I can
be a real pest, and I'm a little thick when it comes to
hearing NO."
"And if I say NO to this gift?" Angie asked with a
resigned sigh.
"Well, I admit I'd be a little hurt, but I can see where
you might not want to forgive me" Peter wheedled. Which
neatly forced Angie to accept his present or come off
looking like a unforgiving meany. <Checkmate> he thought
as he could see her surrendering to his arguments.
"What can I say then, but, thank you Peter." Angie said
blushing with embarrassment. She quickly opened her desk
drawer and put the CD case inside. She thrust the large
gaily wrapped box out of sight under her desk..
"Now I want you to make it clear to the other boys down
in Production and R&D that there are not to be any more
presents." Angie told Peter earnestly. "It may seem
strange to you but I don't feel comfortable dating yet.
I just graduated from college and moved to a new city and
I'm trying to get settled. I'm actually quite busy with
the Youth group at my church. I really don't have time
to date right now. I just don't want you to think, I'm
unhappy or lonesome. Could you please let * the guys *
know that? I have honestly been worried that I might
have to file some kind of Sexual Harassment suit to get
this improper behavior to stop." Angela explained.
"Don't you worry about it Angie. I'll let the guys know
how you feel about what they've been doing and I'm sure
once they know how it's upset you that it will stop
immediately." Peter assured her.
* And if things go the way I hope they will you won't be
worrying about sexual harassment ever again * he thought.
To be continued::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
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Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 02/06
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Chap. 2
Peter gave his Special CD to Angie on Monday and by
Wednesday he was very glad to see that it was having an
affect.
Peter's had been experimenting for years with the what he
could encode onto a Compact Disc. His experiments
included the use of subliminals, sub-audible carrier
waves that could induce different mental states, and
audio emotive queues that could be used to adjust a
subjects emotional reaction to what they were hearing.
Peter had always been interested in the affects of sound
on people.
He had read once in a survey, that most people claimed to
have experienced the gripping feeling associated with
powerful emotional response, (Love, Patriotic Pride,
Despair, Religious Rapture), and the most common trigger
was music. "God Bless the USA", or "Amazing Grace" could
somehow bring people to tears or rapturous joy, that the
spoken, and written, word or images could not. Peter had
studied those songs and others that caused strong emotive
reactions. He had found common baseline and rhythmic
affects that he had copied into other songs. He had been
amazed how happy, choked up, or sad he had been able to
make his test subjects get, by having them listen to
advertising jingles he had adjusted. One women claimed
to have never heard "Kitty Litter" made so beautiful.
Peter had been experimenting with subliminals since he
first picked up a mike and tape player as a kid.
Subliminals were fine and could be very affective on the
unconscious mind. The problem was that they were very
limited. Repeated exposure could strengthen the affect
of a subliminal command like "Buy more Ace Bright CD's"
The real problem was getting the person hearing the
subliminals in the proper emotional and mental state so
that they would be less resistant to the commands they
were receiving. If the subliminal said "Buy" and the
listener didn't want to "Buy" then the negative emotional
reaction and the mental state of resistance to change
that almost everyone carries around would lead the
listener to actually resist buying more than they would
have without hearing the subliminal.
Peter's solution had been in the use of carrier waves.
Some people relax to the sound of sea gulls. Others like
the sound of the wind or a droning vacuum cleaner. Peter
had performed experiments in college at the Psychology
school that had helped him develop carrier waves that
could alter the mental state of even a wary listener. He
couldn't put a subject into a full trance state when
listening to his adjusted CD's, but it came very close.
The sub harmonic waves could completely distract and then
capture the attention of the conscious mind. The
conscious mind would relax and fixate on any input in the
immediate environment. Heart rate would lower, breathing
would slow, and a feeling of relaxed lassitude would
steal over the body. Then the subliminals and emotive
queues could finish the job.
Peter had tested his CD's at last years company picnic.
When the beach party had pretty much broken up and only a
few people were still sitting around the fire pit and
talking, Peter had dropped his Eagles Greatest Hits CD in
his player and hit the play button. He sat down by Carla
French, a pretty blonde from shipping and struck up a
conversation while watching the other four women and
three men. The music played, barely noticeable in the
background. Within twenty minutes he noticed that many
of the people were staring fixedly at the firelight.
They had happy smiles on their faces. Peter knew what
they were really hearing. Minutes later Carla reached up
and undid her bikini top, uncovering her small breasts
and exposing her rigid nipples. The other women were
also getting undressed. The men were smiling and
sporting huge boners in their swim trunks, which they
were quickly bringing out for the women to examine.
Everyone seemed to agree that having an orgy would be a
wonderful idea. They all felt incredibly horny, and they
felt safe and unconcerned about what they were doing.
Peter had sex with four of the five women. He had
particularly enjoyed Carla sucking his prick to eruption
while Ellen Hallaway, the CEO's executive secretary, sat
on his face grinding her wet sex down onto his mouth
while licking and sucking Carla's nipples. The embedded
subliminals had enforced his commands that none of the
participants had ever complained or felt anything but
happy about their experience. It was quickly dismissed
as a dream that none of them would discuss or worry
about.
If Angie had been listening to her CD, she would also be
experiencing some new things soon.
On Wednesday, Angie had approached Peter in the
cafeteria.
"Hello Peter", she said "I just wanted to thank you for
the CD you made me. I enjoy it very much."
Trying to act unconcerned Peter said "That's great Angie,
It is beautiful music, it has always made me feel ...
well very spiritual... closer to God when I listen to
it."
Angie was feeling a little strange. She had listened to
the entire two CD set twice last night, and she felt like
she could never get enough of it. She had been relaxing
in her easy chair reading her Bible when she had loaded
the Compact Disc. Listening to the music had made her
feel just wonderful. So relaxed and her mind had been
filled with peace and happiness and an almost religious
sense of acceptance and surrender to faith as she let the
words and music flow over her. She had stared at the
twinkling angel on top of her Christmas tree and listened
and concentrated on the music. She had felt nearly
compelled to thank Peter. It was a truly wonderful
present.
She regretted that she had never tried to get to know
Peter. Being an orphan, she was very shy and she was
usually quite afraid of forward, popular men, like Peter.
She felt differently now. She could trust Peter. It was
obvious that she would be safe with him. He was very
handsome, even sexy. In her deepest heart she admitted
to herself that Peter turned her on. She felt as if she
was falling in Love with him. Fantasies of stroking,
holding, even kissing Peter gave her a warm happy glow.
Unlike other men she knew he would never hurt her.
Somehow she knew that. In fact she was sure that Peter
would be wonderful to her. She was having strong doubts
about her decision not to date him.
She knew that she had a sexy body. Her breasts were
large and her ass was tight and shapely. Her long auburn
hair was silky and lustrous around her face and flashing
green eyes. In the past she had always been annoyed by
the attention her body and good looks had gotten her.
But now, here with Peter she felt herself putting her
body on display for him hoping he would be attracted to
her.
"Spiritual Peter? Are you religious?" Angie asked.
Peter caught Angie's eyes and said, "Yes I am ... in my
own way". What he was religious about was his pursuit of
Angie and her 38D's. She might not be consciously aware
of it but she was very turned on. Her nipples were
showing through her bra and blouse and she was rubbing
her hands up and down on her skirt. Peter recognized
this as a sign that she wanted to take her skirt off.
The programming on the Messiah CD seemed to be working
well if slowly. He had expected strong resistance
though.
The CD contained many subliminal messages, and their
associated Emotive queues, some were general and others
more focused:::
* I want to listen to this music many times *
<Pleasure, Happiness>
* Peter Cross is a good person, I trust him *
<Joy, Trusting, Relief>
* Peter Cross knows what is best for me *
<Happiness, Contentment, Love, Rapture>
* Peter Cross will not hurt me *
<Joyous, Relief>
* I will be safe with Peter Cross *
<Happiness, Horny, Acceptance>
* I love Peter Cross *
<Joyous, Love, Horny, Contentment, Rapture>
* Peter Cross arouses me, he is very handsome. *
<Horny, Joyous, Horny>
* Peter Cross Loves me *
<Happy, Joyous, Horny, Relief, Acceptance>
* I would be happy doing what Peter Cross told me to do *
<Acceptance, Relief, Exultation, Inevitable>
* I would be happy as Peter Cross's girlfriend *
<Joy, Acceptance, Horny>
* I would be happy obeying Peter Cross *
<Happy, Acceptance, Release, Surrender to Inevitable>
* I want to touch and caress Peter Cross *
<Horny, Happy, Orgasmic Release>
I want to have sex with Peter Cross *
<Horny, Happy, Orgasmic Joy>
* I would be happy as Peter Cross's sexual plaything *
<Joy, Acceptance, Horny, Pleasure, Fulfillment>
* AND many others with like themes.
Sometimes the message was a pounding repetition of
concepts with a back beat feeling of "This is right, this
is good, I must accept and believe what I am told".
obey, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, good, fuck, touch, PETER,
trust, surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy,
PETER, obey, want, suck, sex, need, PETER, listen, enjoy
PETER, sex, fuck, good, touch, PETER, trust, prick,
surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER,
obey, want, sex, need, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, good,
touch, suck, PETER, trust, caress, surrender, hot, sex,
PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER, obey, want, sex, need,
fuck, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, good, touch, PETER,
trust, surrender, hot, cock, sex, PETER, desire, love,
happy, PETER, obey, want, sex, need, fuck, listen,
caress, enjoy PETER, sex, good, touch, PETER, trust,
suck, surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, fuck,
happy, PETER, obey, want, dick, sex, need, listen, enjoy
PETER, sex, good, touch, PETER, trust, caress, surrender,
hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER, obey, fuck,
want, sex, need.........
Peter was tempted to test Angie's programming right now.
He decided instead to give her more time. After a few
more days of listening to his CD her unconscious mind
should be totally programmed and leading her conscious
mind into a burning desire to obey and sexually serve
Peter.
Looking up into her anxious face he said, "Say Angie,
I've been meaning to give you, your Christmas card. I
have it here somewhere.".
Peter rummaged through his papers and then produced a
envelope sized picture. It was one of those Cards you
can get made up at department stores with you favorite
picture and a small emblem saying "Seasons Greeting" or
something. Peter's card had a small white dove at the
bottom and in gold letters, around the dove, it said "He
is the reason for the season". The picture was of his
last trip to Acapulco. He had gone spear fishing. In
the picture he was standing on the wharf glistening and
wet, his muscles rippling, holding his catch of the day
and wearing his briefest bikini trunks.
One look at the picture and Angie nearly snatched it out
of his hand. Her eyes were riveted to his picture and
then would dart back to his face. Her breathing
quickened and she repeatedly wet her lips with her
tongue.
Standing up and stepping away as if nothing unusual had
happened Peter turned back to say. "I hope I'll see you
again soon Angie."
With a small question in his voice he said "Maybe you'll
reconsider coming to the Christmas party this Friday
evening????".
Still agitated by the desires running through her body
Angie managed to stammer out "Yess! Maybe, oohhh No, no I
can't. I have Youth group at my condo this Friday and it
doesn't get over till 8:00, sometimes even later.......
Darn". The fact that she had almost sworn seemed to
shock her more than anything else that she was doing or
feeling. She waved once and than rushed out of the lunch
room.
"With any luck", Peter thought grinning "she'll be
masturbating to that picture of me before the night is
through. Gee I hope her CD player doesn't break down.
I'd have to buy her a boom box.".
Smiling Peter went back to his desk to work and make more
plans.
To be continued::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
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Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 03/06
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Chap. 3
The Company Christmas party was a big let down for Peter.
He had really hoped that Angie would have surrendered to
his programming and agreed to attend. He had caught her
watching him many times during the week. She was finding
excuses to come down to R&D and drift past his desk.
She'd even come by just before work let out Friday to
apologize one last time.
"I'm so sorry, Peter. I tried to get out of tonight's
Youth Group meeting. Almost everyone I called was happy
to reschedule when I called to cancel the meeting.
Unfortunately the last two girls parents had already made
other plans. They're using me as a baby sitter so they can
go to their own Christmas parties. I really wish that I
could come.". she said obviously distressed.
"Oh you will." Peter thought with a sly chuckle.
Angie felt small waves of lust and desire rippling
pleasurably through her body. Her whole body was
tingling and she felt a increasingly strong desire to
strip naked and jump on Peter right there at his desk.
Her dreams were full of Peter and she had brought herself
to orgasm three times last night after studying her bible
and listening to Peter's gift. Her initial shame at
these acts of masturbation, had quickly become acceptance
that anything that she did because of, or for Peter was
{right} and {correct}.
Although Peter had been very pleased with Angie's obvious
physical attraction to him; he had hoped that her need to
obey and serve him would have grown beyond her ability to
control it by now.
As he left the staff party around 10:00 PM, he remembered
his last conversation with her.
After apologizing for not being able to make the party,
she sat on the front corner of his desk. Crossing her
legs and turning her body she was unconsciously giving
him an ample show of thigh and tit. "Oh Peter, it seems
like I never see you any more. You never come by my
desk. You're always welcome you know." she said smiling
and moistening her lips with her tiny pink tongue. "I
was just in the area and I thought I'd mention that I got
you a present last night, but I haven't had a chance to
wrap it. Now I don't know when I'll have a chance to
give it to you before Christmas" she said with obvious
disappointment. Her breathlessness and many other
physical cues, told Peter, that this was a women in lust.
"Well, if you stay up later then ten, then, if it's all
right with you, I'll drop by after the party tonight, and
we can open each others presents?" Peter suggested.
Angie took a deep breath enjoying the way that Peter's
eyes casually stroked her chest as it rose and fell.
"Uuumm uhh, that is, usually I wouldn't..... , but,
Yes, Yes come over after the party and I'll be ready
to...., I mean I'll be up" she stammered staring into his
eyes with smoky intensity she had never considered using
on any man before. As she walked away she made sure to
give her ass a couple of extra saucy twists. Acting in
such a wanton, slutty way was, of course, unacceptable
with any one else, but with Peter, she knew it was the
perfect way she should act. She hardly had to think
about it.
[Knock Knock]
"Yes coming, just a minute! Is that you Peter?" came
Angie's anxious muffled voice through the door.
After the sound of a flurry of locks being undone the
door flew open and there was Angie.
From inside the Condo he could hear the lyric strains of
Handel's Messiah filling the air. From the glassy,
stunned look in Angie's eyes, Peter could tell she had
been listening to it for a long time and that her
programming was complete.
Before he could even enter the door, she was on him.
"Oh Peter" she groaned, stepping up to him and kissing
him hard on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around him
and pressed her breasts into his chest, grinding them
against him. "I've been thinking of you sooo much Peter,
I know this may seem sudden but I ... I just desire you
so incredibly." Pulling him even tighter to her she
panted her mindless lust into his mouth. "Peter I....
I... want.. I want you... must please you... I
must...do....oh Peter! Sex! I want to have sex with
you. Oh Please, please I know you love me and will be so
good to me................."
Peter let her babbling continue. Pushing her backwards
into the apartment he massaged her ass cheeks through her
skirt while he kicked the door closed behind them.
Catching her eye he spoke in a clear intense voice that
immediately captured Angie's full attention. He wanted
to test her responsiveness to his programming.
Boundaries she would not cross, might still exist.
"That's all wonderful Angie", he said "and I do Love you
but for right now I want you to listen to me and answer
all my questions truthfully and completely. Can you do
that?" he asked.
Angie wanted to scream that she would do ANYTHING Peter
asked her too, but his voice and manner were so
commanding that she couldn't even imagine herself doing
anything but obediently listening and answering his
questions. She nodded her agreement even as she was
groaning with the pleasure she was feeling just from
being this close to Peter. Her nipples were hard and
aching, her clit was tingling with pleasure and her skin
felt like it had been touched by heaven where ever
Peter's body was touching hers.
As the strains of "All we like sheep have gone astray?"
echoed in the narrow hall, Peter ran a little interview
of his new sexual plaything.
"Angie do you love me?"
"Yes, completely!"
"Angie do you desire me?"
"I want you so much, my body is aching for you! Please
take me, touch me, kiss me, be my lover, my master, my
lord.. oh please!"
"Angie will you surrender your will to me and obey all my
commands unquestioningly?"
This was the kicker. The question that would determine
if his programming of this beautiful young woman's
subconscious had overcome her conscious minds beliefs and
ability to make decisions for herself. If the
programming worked as he hoped than Angie would have been
realigned so that her old beliefs and morals would have
been crushed and replaced by the self image she was
constantly being told by her subconscious mind was her
"true" self. A self image of a subservient slut with
only one true desire, pleasing Peter.
"I... I must.... Yes... I must obey you Peter, you ....
must... must it is right that I, I unhh....". To Peter's
eyes it seemed that Angie finally reached a momentous
decision. Curling her body up against him she hugged him
tightly and said the words that signaled her final
surrender, "Yes Peter, my love, I give myself to you. I
belong body, mind and soul to you. I will lovingly obey
any command you give me for as long as I live. I know
now that this is my purpose for being. "
* When this girl gave in she really gave in! I may have
to rein back on that obedience part * Peter just had
time to think before Angie crushed herself to him again.
Their mouths sought and found each other and they began
to kiss each other with love and desire. Peter softly
stroked her cheek as he kissed her lips and dueled with
her tongue. Her mouth was sweet and fresh and he
couldn't wait to see her naked and riding his prick or
deep throating him while kneeling obediently before her
new Lord and Master. He would miss the old Angie and her
resistance but he reassured himself, that this was for
the best, and that she would now be able to know
pleasures and activities that her old life would never
have encompassed.
From up the hall in Angie's living room he heard the
music pause between numbers.
Just barely he could hear the sound of voices. "Ummmmm",
"Ohhhh Yeaahhh", "Soooo Goood", "Yeah I just can't stop
listening, and isn't he the sexiest thing you ever saw?",
"Shhhhh its starting again"
He was a bit shocked to hear what sounded like two very
young female voices
He quickly made sure that Angie was presentable and then
led her up the hall to the living room.
Sitting on either end of the couch facing the fireplace
were two girls. They were rocking in place and staring
glassily at the Christmas card picture of Peter that
Angie had placed on her mantle and surrounded with tinsel
and lights like a miniature crèche. The only sound in
the room was the music of Handel and the breathy sighs
and moans of the girls as they were pounded by the
subliminals, carrier waves and powerful subharmonics.
Peter led Angie back into the kitchenette. He moved them
out of the girls hearing range but to where he could
still observe them.
Angie was busily rubbing herself against him. Her
nipples were standing up so rigidly that they were very
prominent against the tight Christmas sweater she was
wearing.
Whispering into Angie's ear Peter had to bat her fingers
away from his crotch, which she seemed determined to
fondle and rub. Indicating the girls with his eyes Peter
asked "Who are they Angie?".
Wrenching her attention away from Peter's prick for just
a second Angie managed to concentrate on obeying her
master and answering his questions.
She spoke in a rush as if she wanted to get past talking
and on to something else, "They're the two girls from my
Church youth group, that I told you about. Stacey
Donaldson is the brunette, she's seventeen and Kayla
Thomas is the blonde, she's just eighteen. They've been
listening to the wonderful music you gave me since they
got here five and a half hours ago. They know all about
you. I showed them your picture and we've been talking
about how handsome and sexy you are. Both of the girls
are just dying to meet you. Kayla's parents are out of
town and the girls were supposed to sleep over at her
house tonight so I decided that they could stay here
until you came by. Can I introduce them to you? Then we
can get rid of them if you'd like." her hand had drifted
down to the outline of Peters cock again and she began to
slowly trace it with her long red fingernails.
Peter's mind whirled. He calculated probabilities and
risks and then made his decision.
Holding Angie's face between his hands he caught her eyes
and said "Angie I want to make love to you. I want to
fuck you on your own couch. I want to watch your hot
little cunt engulf my thick prick. I want to watch your
fat tits bounce as your slam your cunny up and down on my
stalk".
"Oh yes Peter, yes that's what I want! I want to please
you, I'm so hot and horny for you. I can't even think.
My panties are soaked. I want your cock sooooo bad!"
Angie was nearly begging in a hushed voice.
"Yes Angie you want to fuck me and obey me don't you.
You want to please me and do anything that will make me
happy. You will obey me. You will happily and lovingly
do whatever I tell you to do, won't you?" Peter's eyes
drilled into the glassy lust filled eyes of his slave.
"Yes Peter. I will obey you. I will always obey you! I
will fuck you. I will suck you. I will do whatever you
tell me to do."
Slipping a hand up Angie's skirt Peter quickly found her
wet crotch and slipped his fingers under the elastic of
her panties. She didn't protest his groping at all. He
found her hot wet pussy and began to quickly frig her
pleasure button. Angie's remaining ability to think
evaporated like water on a red hot skillet. She began to
orgasm immediately. Grunting and whining as quietly as
she could she clung to Peter to prevent falling to the
floor.
She lost all ability to resist or think for herself. She
became a programmable fuck doll eager and willing to do
and say whatever she was told. Peter gave her some
instructions. "I want to fuck you Angie and I want to
fuck Stacey and Kayla too. I want you to help me fuck
Stacey and Kayla. I know that they will be willing but
if they have any doubts I want you to encourage them to
become my little fuck slaves just as you have.".
Angela orgasmed quickly, nearly pulling Peter to the
floor as she collapsed against him. Even has she was
shuddering with her orgasm she was agreeing to Peter's
perverted demands.
"Yes, ... yes I'll help you fuck both of them. If you
want them then you must have them" she panted.
"That's very good Angie, you are coming along nicely.
From now on, when we are in private you will refer to me
as Master. Won't you???!!" he asked forcefully.
"Yes...... Yes Master!", Angie cooed clamping her thighs
together to trap her {Masters} fingers in her wet sex.
She could hardly believe what she was doing but she just
kept doing it because she knew {knew without thinking}
that what she was doing was right. Even from here she
could still hear the music pulsing with her heartbeat and
it seemed to be telling her, "Surrender to Peter, obey
Peter, you are a slut and only Peter wants you, fuck your
Master". All she could do was agree with each thought.
* I am an obedient fuck-slut, I have surrendered my will
and now serve my Master above all else. *
Peter was very pleased with Angie's conversion and was
now ready to test the waters with Stacey and Kayla.
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Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 04/06
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Chap. 4
After quickly washing off his hands in the sink, Peter
linked hands with Angela and led her out of the kitchen
and into the living room. Her conversion by his mind
controlling CD was complete. She had already let him
finger her to orgasm while docilely agreeing to help him
have sex with the two young girls in her living room.
Those girls were her responsibility, members of her
church youth group. That didn't matter much to Angie
anymore though.
Hours of listening to his specially enhanced version of
the Messiah had programmed her from an up-tight goodie
two shoes into a wanton slut. Nothing would be allowed
to interfere with her desire to please and serve her
Master. Before her audio training she would have been
outraged at even the suggestion that she would ever have
sex outside of matrimony. Now she was Peter's willing
accomplice to her own molestation and rape and eager to
help Stacey and Kayla to become obedient fuck-sluts just
as she was.
Approaching the girls from behind, Peter was glad to see
that they were both very pretty with shapely bodies,
tight little asses and perky breasts. He quickly came up
with a plan for how he would finish bringing these two
young woman under his control.
"Well Angie" he said loudly, causing both Stacey and
Kayla to finally notice his presence, despite the mind
pounding they were receiving from the music, "This must
be Stacey and Kayla. I thought this was supposed to be a
Church youth group meeting. This looks like a meeting of
three beauty queen contestants." Peter said with wide
smiles for both the girls.
"Girls, this is Peter Cross, the gentleman I was telling
you about" Angela said while tightly holding Peters hand
and pressing her hip against him.
As soon as Angela had identified who Peter was the girls
attention became riveted to him.
The music swelled from the stereo
_ Who is the King of Glory?
/ Peter loves you, you love Peter, you are a wanton slut/
_ The Lord of the Hosts,
/ You want to fuck Peter he is your Lord, Obey! /
_ He is the King of Glory
/ Be a slut, Peter wants that /
/ Obey whore!, fuck him slut! /
The girls both went from calmly listening to the music to
raptly staring at Peter. They had been queued by Angie's
pronouncement of Peter's identity. Now that they knew
who he was they would stop at nothing to be allowed to
satisfy the incredible yearnings and desires they felt
for this man.
While the girls babbled their names and other
inconsequential information about how happy and thrilled
they were to meet him he nodded and paid attention to
what was important to him. Studying the two girls Peter
liked what he could see; young taut firm bodies, and
enough suppressed sexual energy to light a small city.
It wouldn't be any problem at all to include these girls
in his plans.
Peter was very pleased and very aroused. From the glassy
look in the girls eyes they had already had their
subconscious minds completely converted by the music.
They were both obviously horny and ready for a full blown
sexual explosion. Their skin was flushed, their nipples
were showing, and they both seemed unable to stop
squirming their asses around trying to relieve the itch
between their legs. No one but him seemed to be aware of
the musky feminine smell that was permeating the
atmosphere. All that remained was to give them reasons
to consciously accept and act on what they had been
subconsciously trained to think.
Walking forward with Angie still clutching his side he
spotted the Christmas present he had prepared so
carefully for her.
"Oh! I almost forgot, you still need to open my
Christmas present, Angie. I saw something in the store
that I thought would look great on you. Why don't you
take my present upstairs open it and then you can come
down and model it for us. I'll just sit here and talk to
the girls." Peter said. With his eyes he motioned Angie
to get the present and get out.
Angie pouted. She could see the lust written on Stacey
and Kayla's faces and she wanted to be first to get into
his pants and onto his cock.. Peter gestured with his
hand though and the command in his eyes was plain.
Snatching up the large box Angie quickly exited the room.
"I'll be right back", she called over her shoulder, "I
have a special gift I want to give you too Peter!".
Peter sat between the two girls. Getting this close to
them was like lighting a match to two dry Christmas
trees. Both of the girls found themselves drawn
irresistibly to Peter's side.
Stacey couldn't believe her own arousal. She licked her
lips for the twentieth time. * Peter was the only man
for her! Any thoughts or feelings she might have had for
her boyfriend, Jeff, were gone. Peter was the one!
Peter loved her. Peter would be good to her. Peter was
so, fucking sexy. She would do anything for Peter. Peter
didn't mind her cuddling up to him like this and rubbing
her aching nipples against his arm. Peter wanted her to
be his slut, his lover, his sex toy. That was what was
right and correct for her. It was getting so hard to
think! Her mind was full of images of fucking and
sucking. Her pussy was on fire and she knew that only
Peter's prick would satisfy that need. * Thoughts of
sexual surrender and obedience which had upset and scared
her at first were now so pleasurable and correct seeming
that she welcomed and embraced them.
Reaching her hand out slowly, Kayla tentatively touched
Peter's arm. A shudder traveled into her fingers and
exploded like lightning into her nervous system. "Ohhh
ummmm". Her pussy was so wet and sensitive. She had
feared being near Peter, but as the power of touching him
sang through her body causing her to orgasm she
surrendered to her new thoughts. * Peter was a God. He
was incredibly sexy. He would love her and be so good to
her. All she had to do was become his obedient sexual
slave. A horny slut! A willing cunt! Only hours before
these thoughts would have shocked and alarmed her, but no
longer. Peter! Obey Peter! I love him! I must serve
and please and touch and fuck andddd..... I will give
him my body and soul! It is only right. * Gripping
Peter tightly to her she could barely think. She moaned
and cooed against Peter's neck.
"That's very good girls. Snuggle up real close to me and
don't be afraid to get to know me. We are going to be
very close. Listen carefully to my voice. Listen to my
words! Accept what I say. You both will feel beautiful,
wonderful things. All you have to do is listen to my
voice and relax. Give in to that voice in your head.
Accept what you know is right. Relax and surrender all
your worries and cares to me. I will tell you what to
think and what to do. You both know that would be
perfect, don't you?" he asked knowing that just the fact
of listening to him was draining all will from the
shapely sluts-to-be.
"Ummm yessssss!!!, I will obey you Peter. You make me
feel sooo fucking hot and horny" Kayla whispered into his
ear. Her tongue was leaving hot wet trails on the left
side of his face and neck.
"Always..., do whatever..., yes Peter!, yes, yes perfect,
must do as Peter says..... must fuck Peter!" Stacey
swept her long brown hair out of her face and attached
herself to the right side of Peter's neck. Her other
hand lowered to the zipper of her jeans. The sound of
her zipper coming down was echoed almost immediately by
the sound of Kayla's doing the same.
Peter looked up from the lust stoned girls and realized
that Angela had returned and was awaiting his pleasure.
"Ah Angie you look wonderful in that, don't you think so
girls?" he called the girls attention to their former
Youth Leader.
There was just enough of the old Stacey and Kayla left to
feel shock at Angie's appearance. Shock that was
immediately replaced with arousal and envy.
If Angie felt any embarrassment over her outfit it didn't
show. Peter thought that she looked better than he had
ever seen her.
Her outfit was a straight from a porno flick. She was
dressed in a Kelly green lace bra that just barely
contained her huge tits. Doing more to display than
conceal her crotch were a lacy pair of see through green
panties. Her dark orange muff was visible and the lips
of her swollen cunt were pressed wetly against the sheer
material. She was perched on four inch black leather
heels. Around her waist was a heavy golden slave chain
with a small tag that read _Peter's Slut_ on it.
It wasn't the costume that was erotic though. It was
Angela. She had totally accepted her new role in life
and was reveling in it. She was totally free to become
the perfect fuck toy of her Master and she had never
known such a feeling of completeness, and correctness.
She was exuding lust and sexuality like sweat! She was a
women ready and willing for all things pleasurable.
Kayla was amazed. * My god, she's perfect! I want to be
like her. I want to be Peter's slut *. She smiled at
Angela and received a smile in return as her eyes glazed
over with lust and she began removing her blouse and bra
the better to serve Peter her master. Her small nipples,
erect and aching were soon pressed to Peter's side.
"Oh Peter!!", Stacey moaned "Angela is your slut, I'm so
happy for her. Let her serve you. Let us all serve you.
Won't you please be our Master?" her begging was
complimented by her fingers running down his chest. As
her eyes achieved the same glassy mindless expression
Kayla's had assumed she wrestled his zipper down and
lovingly drew his fat nine inch prick out of his
underwear. Once it was where they could all see it, it
was the new center of all their attentions.
"Yes Kayla, Yes Stacey, you will call me Master and you
will join Angie as my loving, fucking slaves. You will
obey me in all things. You will never question me or my
actions. You love me and belong to me body and soul.
Your only concern is pleasing me. You are my little
sluts now."
Kayla could only nod her head in agreement. She was
salivating looking at her master's cock. She helped
Stacey pull his pants down and off and then cupped his
balls, thrilling to the feel of them., lying warm and
full of yummy sperm, in her hand.
Stacey slowly stroked her fingers up and down Peter's
prick. "Yes Master, I will obey you Master, I will do
whatever you request Master. Please let me serve you
Master!".
Angie fell to her knees. Crawling forward she quickly
brought her lips down and captured the tip of Peter's
prick. Stacey helped guide it in and then released it as
Angie's stretching lips met her hand. A small drop of
pre-cum entered Angela's mouth and she lost all control
of herself. She sucked and fucked his juicy thick stalk.
She made oral love to his prick, slurping, sucking
twirling and licking for all she was worth. Nothing had
ever tasted so good or pleased her so much as her new
demented lust for fresh sperm and hot prick. She lost
her own identity and became a tireless cock-sucker.
Peter directed the actions of his other two cum sluts.
He had both girls strip naked. Then he began kissing
them, alternating between their mouths and their rigidly
erect nipples as he was inclined. Stacey knelt on his
left, her knees spread, and Kayla was on his right.
While he tongued and kissed he also fingered the girls to
multiple orgasms. Like Angela they were aroused to the
point of easy stimulation.
One of Peter's fingers circled and teased Stacey's clit.
He enjoyed the feel of her short blond cunt hair brushing
across his palm. Her juices coated his fingers in a
slippery syrup. This made it simple to fuck a finger up
into her tight quim and a second finger into her hot
little butt. Kayla was even further gone on her new
master. Every touch of his fingers upon her dripping
twat made her jump and squeal with another orgasm.
Angie's loving attention to his prick reminded him that
there was only so much of him to go around. He broke off
his sexual attack on Stacey and Kayla long enough to
rearrange matters to his liking.
Lifting Angela's face from his pulsating cock he gave his
little sluts new orders. He was happy to see that no
resistance was exhibited by either of the young girls to
his commands.
Kayla laid down on the couch and Stacey climbed on top of
her in a perfect sixty nine.
"Very good girls, now lick each others hot little slits
and asses till you make you partner cum. Then keep
licking and pleasuring each other until I tell you to
stop. You will do this because it pleases me to watch
you acting like lesbian whores. You will do this because
I tell you to. You will obey your master and find
perfect joy and satisfaction in whatever he tells you to
do. Get to it my young bitches!" he commanded and was
happy with the slurping, sucking noises and mounting
cries of joy that resulted.
Kayla licked Stacey's beautiful pink and coral pussy
lips, marveling in the joyous gift of obedience and total
sexual freedom she had received from her Master. She had
never imagined that girl sex could be so pleasurable or
be something so would participate eagerly in. She
groaned in ecstasy as Kayla sucked her clit and fucked
her tongue first into her cunt and then into her virgin
ass. Even as she was bringing her sister slut to
multiple orgasms in return, she was still listening to
the music and sinking further and further into her
Master's mental control.
At this point even if she had known what was being done
to her she would not have resisted. Everything felt too
wonderful and she was convinced of the rightness of what
she was doing even as she licked Kayla's glorious girl
juices from her cheeks and face and dove back in for
more.
Leaning Angela against the arm of the couch Peter
savagely ripped her panties off her. Reaching around
her, he grabbed her erect nipples and gave them a rough
massage before unsnapping and removing her bra. Quickly
he stripped off his remaining clothing. Pressing himself
against her back he rested his hot prick between the
cheeks of her ass. Her high heels raised her up just
enough that he merely had to spread her legs a bit and
bend his knees a little to line his prick up with her
cunt. Straightening up he gloried in Angie's cries of
fulfillment and the mind blowing feel of her tight
vaginal walls rhythmically gripping him and coating him
with her hot cream.
Angie couldn't help herself she came and even before her
Master could start fucking her properly, she came again.
Everything was perfect. Peter's cock was hot and hard in
her cunt. The music seemed to take all her cares away.
His hands on her titties was making her quiver and shake.
She shuddered with each impact of Peter's crotch against
her body. It was an effort just to think, so she stopped
doing it. She orgasmed and squeezed her vaginal muscles
the better to please her Master.
"I love you Angela! You will be my sweet sexual slut
forever!" Peter said as he pushed her over the arm so
that she was bent at the waist. This eased his entry
into her delicious sex and let him see her orange furred
slit being split and pounded by his prick.
He was able to hold off for five minutes and establish a
good stroking rhythm before he began to orgasm. Angie
was cumming like a sparkler screaming and crying her
ecstasy. Her panting, mouth was hanging open, drool
falling from the corner as she stared blankly at her
young companions licking and sucking each other. The
pure heat of her gripping sex finally drove him to
withdraw his shrinking cock. Angie's fingers were
immediately there to longingly stroke his slimy prick.
She almost seemed determined not to let him go. Without
thinking her fingers slipped into her cunt and captured
some of his semen as it leaked out. Those fingers
disappeared into her mouth and Peter watched as she
sucked and fingered and scooped all the cum she could
find into her mouth to be savored and tasted.
Now that Peter had taken the edge of his initial lust he
felt compelled to give all of his new slaves a test run.
He wanted to assure their acceptability and
qualifications.
To be continued::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
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Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 05/06
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Chap. 5
Peter hadn't planned on capturing three women with his
special Mind Adapting CD but now that he had, he felt
compelled to put them through their paces.
In a way he was sure that the subliminals , from the
still playing music, even affected him. Making him love
himself, making him horny, making him want to be obeyed
and served. Just as these young women now were his horny
lovers eager to obey and serve. Necessity is the mother
of invention they say. Peter's problem was one prick and
nine sexy possible holes to fill. Necessity gave Peter a
perverse idea, of a way to take each of the young women
and not come too fast or too often.
He called Stacey and Kayla away from their lesbian lick
fest.
When they were able to focus their eyes again they came
to attention and begged permission to serve and please
him.
He lined them up on the couch. Each of the young women
was naked and fully aroused. Little blond Stacey leaned
back on the couch lifting her knees up and spreading
them. She fingered her wet pussy and sucked a finger
seductively. Her fingers pushed her lips wide apart so
that he had a fine view of her tiny pink opening.
Kayla kneeled facing away from Peter. Her tight little
anus and the dark wet fuzz surrounding her twat were
peeking out from between her athletic, well toned ass
cheeks. She was slowly fucking a single finger into her
wetness while swaying and grinding her butt. Looking
back over her shoulder her eyes burned with desire as she
took some of her cream and spread it around her flexing
asshole till it glistened and shined with readiness.
Angela leaned back on the couch. She had picked up a
bottle of hand cream. As Peter watched she squirted a
good amount onto her tits and began to massage it in.
Pushing her D-Cup mounds together she twisted and tweaked
her nipples until the were standing rigidly above her
already aroused aureoles. She swung her shoulders and
gave Peter a come hither glance that was a plea to come
and fuck her tits with his cock.
All three girls were moaning and groaning in desire.
They hissed and purred with pleasure trying to interest
their Master in fucking them next.
Peter was hard pressed to stick to his plan.
Standing in front of Stacey he reached for her head and
brought her face directly to his limp hanging cock.
Stacey heard his command to "Suck me like a good slut
Stacey" and was on him before the word "me" had left his
lips. She was so horny! Her dedication to serving her
Master knew no limits. She enjoyed stroking her tongue
over his velvety prick. Her taste buds seemed to explode
with pleasure at the combined flavors of his sperm and
Angela's juicy cream mixed together. With one hand on
each of Peter's tight flexing ass cheeks she sucked and
slurped her first cock ever into her mouth and moaned her
delight.
Her mind was still sucking up the music like a sponge.
Her mind reinterpreted every command and fed her a litany
of lusty thoughts. * Stacey is a good slut, Stacey
serves her Master, Stacey loves to fuck, Stacey loves
Peter's cock, Stacey must obey, Stacey is a good slave *
Peter rested a hand on each of her ears and slowly mouth
fucked Stacey. Her twirling tongue, sucking lips and
wanton abandon soon had Peter rising again. When her
lips were stretched and he was knocking on the entrance
to her throat with his hard on, he stopped her.
Sinking down between her knees Peter smiled at Stacey.
Placing her ankles over his shoulders he lined her golden
rimmed slit up with his cock. Pulling her forward until
their mouths met he pushed his tongue into her mouth as
he inched the tip of his cock into her. Stacey groaned
in pleasure into his mouth as he groaned into hers.
* Fuck * She was hot and so tight that he could feel
every inch of her insides as inch by inch he wedged his
prick into her tight cunt. Peter controlled his urge to
spear her and spent three minutes slowly pressing himself
forward until he felt himself hit bottom.
Stacey squealed and came causing a delicious wave of
stroking contractions to flow over Peter's buried rod.
For his own pleasure he began pumping his prick into her
slick hole and was quickly stroking in and out. Stacey
clung to his neck and did what she could to slap her
crotch up into his downward stroke. She soon lost the
ability to do anything though as a shower of repeating,
cascading orgasms overtook her. Her eyes rolled up into
her head and she passed out still grunting and crying out
in ecstasy.
Peter pulled his prick out of Stacey and closed his eyes
for a moment to reduce his risk of cumming prematurely.
He could just hear the soft pleading whispers of Kayla.
"Now me Master, oh please now me....!!, let me pleasure
you. Give me your hard prick. I want it sooooo fucking
much!!".
Shifting to his left he placed himself in back of Kayla's
undulating butt. Slapping her ass, once, hard, he caught
her eyes and let her know that _ he _ decided when and
what his sex slaves would perform.
"Clean my cock with your little slut tongue Kayla" he
commanded. He quickly turned her around and guided her
eager lips to his red pulsing member.
Peter let Kayla do her amateur best on him. Before
tonight she had only had sex twice. She was unconcerned
with that now though, her programming demanded her
absolute service and obedience to Peter. There was a
better chance of her slitting her throat than of not
obeying and pleasuring the man her mind had been
compelled to accept as her God. She slurped and sucked
and tongued his prick with a maniacal gleam in her lust
lidded eyes. Her mouth was small enough that she was
forced to stretch her jaw painfully in order to get just
five inches into her mouth.
Kayla didn't mind the pain. She was thrilled as Peter's
hands cupped her head and began pumping his cock into her
mouth. Her mind was in a delicious altered state.
Watching Stacey fuck their Master had been so incredibly
sexy. She had been terribly envious and was now eager to
prove her own worth as a sexual plaything to Peter. She
had fingered her clit to orgasm twice just watching,
concepts like shame and inappropriate had no hold on her
now.
She was in heaven. Her Master was letting her pleasure
him. He tasted so fucking good! His prick was like a
rod of sweet hot iron scalding her mouth. At the same
time it gave her total satisfaction and joy to be able to
let Peter slam his meat into her willing slut mouth. She
moaned and groaned and did her best to get her Master's
yummy sperm to flow into her mouth.
When Kayla's efforts had brought him to full arousal
again, Peter stopped her. He turned her back around to
kneel on the couch before him. Pushing her forward until
she could grip the back of the couch he made room for
himself between her taut young thighs. He considered
trying to take her anally but decided against it. He
didn't think he could take her tightness or she could
take his size. Looking at the size of her tiny opening
compared to the bulbous tip of his cock he wasn't even
sure she could take him vaginally.
His plan to enjoy all three women before blowing his load
again demanded that he take it slow.
Peter positioned the tip of his cock just under the slick
lips of Kayla's shuddering sex.
"Sit on my prick, Kayla. Show your Master what a cock-
slut you are. Get all of that hot meat up your cunt.
You want to feel my thick hot cock pounding your creamy
cunt don't you?"
Peter wasn't going to help. He wanted to see if Kayla
would give in to her programmed desires and forget all
propriety in her desire to serve him.
Kayla tried to capture Peter's cock with her pussy. She
lowered and raised her ass trying to get it to enter her.
She nearly cried out in frustration as it kept sliding up
between ass cheeks or went skimming across her aching
vagina to brush against her clit. She knew Peter could
have forced it into her if he wanted to, but he seemed
content to lightly massage her butt and anus and run his
fingers up and down her back.
Peter called out encouragement to Kayla while he watched
Angie stroke her greasy tits and flick her tongue over
her lips in a sexy dance. "Come on Kayla! A good slut
would be fucking her Master by now. When I saw your face
tonight, I knew you would be an excellent lover, a hot
cunt, a great fuck. Now prove to me that you want my
cock. That you want to be my obedient young whore! Come
on Kayla! Do it!".
Kayla surrendered to her Master's voice and commands.
Everything he said was true. She needed to stop messing
around and take some initiative here. Her Master didn't
want a brain dead Barbie doll. He wanted a lover, a
fucker, a horny bitch whore that would pleasure him in
new and imaginative ways. With the glorious strains of
Handel pounding all thoughts of self from her brain she
went to work.
Reaching between her legs, Kayla quickly stroked her clit
to make her pussy even hotter and wetter for her Master.
Using her finger tips she collected her fluids and
greased three of her fingers. Grunting and moaning, she
slowly worked those three fingers into her incredibly
tight little pussy. She began to slowly stroke them in
and out. She called out her lust to Peter telling him
how much she wanted his cock and that she would be his
perfect lover once she had prepared her nasty cunt for
him.
Her only previous experience, was a boy five inches long
and just over an inch thick. She knew now that she
needed a little stretching before Peter would be able to
enter her. She had embraced her mental slavery though
and knew that Peter would be pleased not angered by her
actions to make things more pleasurable for both of them.
Kayla realized that stroking herself like this served two
purposes. It brought her closer to being able to take
her Master's fat cock, which she desired above all other
things, and she realized now that masturbating for her
Master was just another way for a slut to visually
stimulate and please. All of Kayla's old morals and
beliefs were crumbling like dust before her new certainty
that anything that pleased Peter was right.
With three last painfully pounding strokes of her fingers
to wet pussy, Kayla pulled them out with a pop. Reaching
further back she gripped her Master's pecker like a whore
who would not be denied. Her fingers twirled and swirled
up and down Peter. Just touching him brought fresh waves
of lust and desire to Kayla's sex addicted brain.
Tugging and directing, Kayla took a small measure of
control, anxious that this would please Peter. At the
same time, she knew, that this was exactly what he
wanted. Wanton, nympho slut's, demanding sex, but ready
and eager to obey as ordered at the same time.
"Come on stud" she whispered breathily "bring that fat
mother fucker up here so I can wrap my hot little twat
around it!"
Peter smiled at Angela in approval and gestured towards
Kayla with his eyes, as if to say "Isn't she just darling
with her dirty slut mouth, and her _ FUCK ME _ Master
attitude?"
Kayla didn't care about that though. She had what she
wanted. With her hand wrapped around Peter's sticky rock
hard dick she brought the tip to the entrance of her
cunt. Ten hours before she never would have imagined
herself doing these things. Now though it felt natural
and right and above all it felt so fucking good she was
sure the top of her head was going to explode.
Peter watched in pride as Kayla used his prick like a fat
dildo. She greased the tip in the hot juices dripping
from her. Then she forced it into her tight quim with
the hunger and determination of a starving women. As
soon as the tip was lodged inside she came arching her
back and screaming his name to the ceiling. Even as she
was shattered by her orgasm she managed to keep one hand
on the rest of his cock so that she didn't lose her
cunt's grasping hold.
Quaking and moaning in an effort to regain control Kayla
worked to fuck her Master's prick. Inch by slow inch
disappeared between her legs. Twice she stopped to maul
her own tits and arch her back, a mini orgasm ripping
through her. When this happened obscenities tripped from
her lips like gum drops as she praised and worshipped the
name of her God. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and
was pleased to hear Peter groan in response. She braced
her hands on the back of the couch and threw her body
back, impaling herself on Peter's meat. When she
couldn't take anymore she began to pull forward off him
only to push back hard capturing and engulfing him again.
Peter finally took a hand. Grabbing Kayla's waist
securely he halted her motions. Reaching slowly around
Kayla's slim hips he let his fingers stroke down through
her pubic hair. He wet his fingers in her oily fluids
and then brought one sticky finger around to press
against and then enter her ass. The other hand began to
flick and stroke her tiny clit. Shifting his hips
forward he buried his dick in Kayla just as he sank his
finger into her ass to the third knuckle.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyy Gooooooodddd!!!!!!" Kayla
screamed. Her entire body contracted with the incredible
pleasure that seemed to erupt simultaneously from every
point on her body at once. "I CAN'T.... I CANNNNNN"TTT
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yes! Yes YES!!!!." Her screams
became mindless grunts as she passed out.
Peter quickly pulled his cock from Kayla and squeezed it
roughly to avoid nearly losing control. He pushed Kayla
onto Stacey's limp body. She was just barely recovering
from her own fucking. Kayla's lips affixed onto Stacey's
nipple and her fingers quickly sank into her Youth group
partner's sex. Stacey reacted blindly by falling loosely
back onto the couch she had been trying to rise from and
quickly finding and stroking fingers into her
girlfriend's recently stretched twat.
Peter didn't have much hope of lasting very long with
Angela. Even though he had done the minimum he could to
bring each of the younger girls to orgasm, his prick was
still aching from the hot tightness of their sheaths.
Being inside Kayla and Stacey as their vaginal walls had
shuddered and convulsed had been a test of his abilities.
Standing now with his reddened cock bobbing in the air,
he watched Angie continue to stroke and fondle her
breasts while letting her knees open and close to reveal
her aroused and wet pussy.
His balls were full of molten lava and he was going to
erupt very soon.
Angie cooed and sighed her pleasure, and tried to think.
With lust filled eyes she had watched Peter fuck her two
young friends. Stacey had looked so fucking hot with
Peter pounding her tight young snatch, she thought. She
wondered why she had never tried to get her young friends
to fuck Peter before? It seemed so obvious now. Kayla,
she was happy to see had become a real cock hound too.
She had loved every second of her slow impalement.
Seeing the girl's young slits split and pounded by
Peter's prick, slimy with their arousal, had seemed
somehow a perfect scene. Peter deserved any pleasure he
could derive from all of his slaves. Cum sluts like
Stacey, Kayla and her should be proud to pleasure their
Master however they were permitted.
"Master, how may I serve you" Angie panted, her desire
and need written in every motion of her body, every sound
she made. Angie wasn't acting like a sex slave anymore.
She had become what she had been told to become. She was
a sex starved whore ready to service her Master.
Holding each breast in a hand she made a greasy valley
between them and offered this or any other part of her
body that Peter desired.
Peter happily knelt in her lap and pressed his cock into
the offered crack. Angie moaned as she wrapped herself
around his hot meat and he began to fuck her tits.
Arching her neck painfully she was able to lick and suck
at the tip of his cock as winked up through the top of
her greasy fleshy mounds.
Peter was pleased when Stacey and Kayla came and stood on
either side of him and began stroking and kissing his
body. The stereo continued to pound their pliant minds
with his commands and the pleasure they were experiencing
was finishing the job of dissolving their former
attitudes and selves and leaving him with two beautiful
young sex slaves to explore and learn the wonders of.
As Peter picked up the speed of his tit fuck; all three
of the women seemed to reach a heightened awareness of
his imminent eruption.
Kayla began to frig her clit with a blurring hand as she
felt Peter's ass tense.
Stacey cruelly twisted her own nipples while fucking her
tongue into Peter's mouth.
Angie just moaned in anticipation and squeezed her super
sensitive tits together harder as she felt her pussy
begin to convulse and snap at the cock she so desperately
wanted buried up in her.
The slapping sounds of Peter's meat jacking between
Angela's breasts was finally replaced by the calls of his
release.
"Ohhhhh fuck........... you horny bitches are toooo fuck
innnngg muchhh ..... YEAAAHHH!!! Here it
cumsssssssssss you sluts!!!! All my hot cum!!!!"
Peter pulled his prick free and stroked it as streamers
of white sperm sprayed forth. He put the first blasts on
Angela's tits; the next in her face and hair; and then
stroked the last few painful blasts and final dribbles
directly on to her waiting cunt.
He didn't have to tell Kayla and Stacey what to do.
Stacey's blond head went tongue first into Angie's
crotch. Licking, sucking and swallowing as much cream
from Peter and Angela as she could find. Stacey licked
the cum from Angie's face. Her tongue picking up globs
which she then transferred tongue to mouth to Angela to
enjoy. She rubbed her smaller tits into Angela's cum
streaked mounds and then they traded off licking the
spend from each others breasts.
For just a second Peter felt a blurring sense of
compulsion to do Something.
Then it was gone.
Pulling his happily trained cum sluts up from the coach
he led the fuck dazed crew, upstairs to Angela's bedroom
where their games could continue.
To be continued::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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Chap. 6
At 3:00 AM the next morning Peter was wishing that Angela
had a bigger bed.
With a girl on each hip and another lovingly sucking at
his softened dick; there was barely room for the four of
them.
He yawned and picked up Angela's cell phone from her
bedside table and idly examined it.
* What a great fucking Christmas present, Angela had
given him. Not only her own beautiful body and services
but also those of her two young friends. * Peter could
not believe his luck. He would be hard pressed to give
these three women up. With their current programming he
could keep them as his sex slaves for life with only a
small amount of fine tuning.
Unfortunately..... he grimaced with regret; that would
lead to about 10 million complications. Parents,
coworkers, friends, family, police.... lots of police.
An near infinite amount of problems, just waiting to
happen.
Which was really a shame because Angie, Stacey and Kayla
had such great potential as sexual playthings. He knew
this because he had gone to the trouble of trying each of
the girls out for the role.
Their bedroom session had turned into a examination of
the worthiness of each of the young women for the job of
Peter's permanent sex slave.
He had the girls compete to see who could masturbate the
most erotically. Kayla won.
They competed in oral sex. Technique, depth, tricks and
eroticism. Stacey and Angie both showed great promise.
They danced and stripped for him, pretending to be horny
sluts in a cheap stripper bar. Kayla was a great dancer
but Angie was the best at mentally letting go and giving
every one an erotic shiver as she strutted and sinuously
glided around the room. Peter had been so turned on her
had taken Angie against the bedroom wall with Kayla
licking his ass and Stacey licking Angie's clit.
He questioned them about their prior sexual experiences.
None of them had any glowing recommendations for their
former lovers now that they were dedicated and obsessed
with Peter.
He questioned them about their fantasies and found that
Kayla could create incredibly perverted tales of sex and
sin as fast as he could mention subjects or situations.
He blurred again. So damn tired. He patted the sleeping
Kayla and Angie on the heads and looked fondly down at
the gently licking mouth of the still sleeping Stacey.
He had been fucking and sucking for almost five hours and
felt he knew about as much as he could about his three
programmed sluts.
He didn't even react as his fingers began to dial the
cell phone.
He held it to his ear.
It rang twice and then he heard a nondescript woman's
voice say:
"Hi, I'm not home right now, listen to the music and hit
# (pound) when you're ready to leave a message and I'll
get back to you very soon. Merry Christmas"
Peter listened with a confused sort of grin not even sure
why he had dialed this number.
The sounds of the Little Drummer Boy as performed by the
Harry Simone choir, an old favorite of Peter's, began to
lilt softly from the phone.
Peter laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes,
relaxing and nodding in time to the song.
He listened to the song all the way through before
opening his eyes and pressing the "#" key.
"This is Peter, I'm reporting in with news of a new
recruitment."
With a click the line was picked up at the other end.
A soft female voice said "Report".
The simple word caused two reactions in Peter. One: he
became an emotionless robot reporting any detail that
might add value to his report. Two: He was in incredible
sexual distress. His prick inflated to full erection,
shocking but pleasing Stacey. His entire body seemed to
hum with desire to serve and please his mistress. He
ached with his need to please and serve her.
For nearly twenty minutes Peter spoke in a quite monotone
into the phone. He described his successful attempt to
program Angela Star to be a willing sexual slave to him.
His description detailed the discovery of Kayla and
Stacey as unexpected collateral slaves who had also been
programmed and brought into the fold.
He continued with detailed physical descriptions. He
followed this with his analysis of each of the young
women's, sensitivity to programming, depth of current
programming, overall sexiness, oral and vaginal sexual
skills, sexual history, dancing ability, stripping
ability and sexual imaginations.
"Very good Peter" the voice said.
Peter nearly came in response to these kind words, but he
could not let himself be distracted from the vital words
of his Mistress.
"I think I have a young Saudi Prince that will take all
three off our hands. That was good of you to get a
blonde, a red head and a brunette in one cast.".
"I will give you full instructions to make sure that when
the young girls "Run away" and Angela eventually leaves
her job and is never heard from again that no questions
your involvement. The girls will help us there. They
will make sure that their beloved Peter isn't hurt. I
wouldn't want to lose one of my best talent scouts
either."
"It's a good thing I do the thinking around here. It's a
bitch being tone deaf but it sure paid off that night at
the company picnic. All I had to do was pretend to be a
fuck bunny like the rest of the girls and you never
suspected a thing. You were such an idiot Peter, leaving
all your notes, right where I could find them and put
them to use."
"The voice spoke for another 20 minutes and Peter heard
and memorized each word. When the time came he would
deliver Angela, Stacey and Kayla into the hands of one of
his Mistress's advanced trainers. From there they would
join other girls that had been sold into sexual slavery
to be used as their new owners saw fit after additional
CD programming. Many become expensive hookers. Others
joined harems. Two were now headliners in a very
exclusive sex club, performing perversions daily for
their new Master's amusement, his customers pleasure, and
no pay. All the money funneled back to his Mistress and
from there into secret bank accounts.
"You will remember my instructions but forget my
existence as usual Peter. You will continue to call for
instructions at your scheduled time. I have a new girl
identified at a local health club. She's a beautiful
busty young Asian thing. You'll begin courting her next
week. Until then continue to train Angela, Stacey and
Kayla in their new lifestyles, as slut whores, as I have
instructed you. I may just have you over for a personnel
session soon. You have done very well recently."
"Thank you Mistress Mabel.........ohhh thank you
yyyesssssss!!!!!!" he groaned with pleasure at satisfying
his Mistress. His sperm shot into the sleeping Stacey's
mouth in burning torrents. She sleepily caught his spend
with her tongue and slurped it down.
"Goodnight Peter and Merry Christmas" the voice said.
Before Peter had even laid the phone down he had
forgotten his conversation with his Mistress. He would
walk by Mabel's desk Monday at work and never give her a
second glance, never suspecting the atrocities he
committed in her name. Unable to conceive that his
repeated use of his special CD's was instigated by
anything other than his own lusts and desires.
Which was just as Mabel liked it.
Laying back in the bed of her own specially constructed
playroom across town; Mabel set her phone down into its
cradle.
Her tastes ran to the perverse and bizarre and her
current influx of white slaver money let her explore and
develop those tastes to an umpteenth degree.
Oscar her six foot eight black stud and Kami her
Malaysian female body slave were chained naked by the
neck to the separates sides of her round king size bed.
As soon as the phone had rung awaking her they had come
to attention and crawled onto the bed to pleasure her as
was there only programmed desire. Oscar was massaging
her feet and alternating using his hands and slapping the
soles of her feet with his salami of a dick. Kami was
alternating between rimming her asshole and sucking her
clit.
As she fell back to sleep, content with her world she
blew a kiss of goodnight to the two punishment slaves she
was currently breaking in. They hung from the wall
staring hungrily at her. There bodies showed all the
bruises, cuts and other signs of her attentions. She
smiled and had a small orgasm as she imagined whipping
them both to orgasm again and again as she had the night
before.
Peter.
Jarad.
Anthony.
All her little programmed male recruiters took all the
nasty risks and she got to play with the results of their
hard work. Every day her wealth and power grew. She was
thinking of buying an estate on an island in the
Caribbean soon.
She wondered who would get her next present of Christmas
music. For Mabel, Christmas was every day.
THE END::