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Talent

By Ivan the Terror

Chapter 1: Discovery

Being 14 and a nerd is hard.  Especially when one is as horny as I am.  I spent most of the day daydreaming about the cheerleaders who turned their noses up at me.  Even at home I was surrounded by beautiful girls, both a 12 year old sister who was a complete knockout, and a 17 year old sister who was into aerobic cheerleading and so was hard and tight everywhere, except where she was supposed to be soft. 

I had to sneak off to the bathroom four or five times a day to drain myself.  If I forgot, my hard-on was way too noticeable, being close to 11 inches.  At least I could control it a little for an hour or so after a good whacking off.

One Thursday night, my younger sister Carla and I were watching Star Trek Voyager and I was fantasizing about Seven of Nine (like every other male over 9 on the planet).  I was wishing that she would pull off that nice blue top, when Carla said, “It’s a bit warm in here,” and pulled off her tank top!  I immediately lost interest in the TV show, checking out Carla and she lay on the floor in front of me.  She lay there on her stomach, her bra strap across her back, with her legs crossed accentuating her perfect adolescent ass.

This had to be coincidence.  But I had to test it.  Looking at Carla I thought, “my feet are hot, maybe I should take off my socks too.”  Carla immediately reached down and pulled off her socks, throwing them next to her top.

Wow!  I thought.  I immediately started thinking about this.  I was no dummy and I spent a lot of time surfing the net on the computer my dad gave me last Christmas.  After all, I was 14, and so I spent a good portion of my time reading stuff from alt.erotica.stories.  This was too much like some of those fantasy stories about mind control to be real.  I had to test this, but didn’t do anything more to my sister in fear someone would walk in.  I admired her cute feet and smooth creamy skin for a while then suggested that it was cooler now and she should get dressed again.

Carla put her shirt and socks back on.  Thinking about the possibilities made me hard again, and so I had to run to the bathroom to take care of it.

Since it was getting late and I had school tomorrow, I went to bed.  I lay there most of the night thinking about this seeming new ability.  The more I thought about it the more I didn’t believe it.  I had to test this more thoroughly.  But how?  It had to be something that the subject normally wouldn’t do.  I decided to try different things in school tomorrow, since there were a lot of people and no one could blame me for things.

Chapter 2: A touch of class

The next day in school I tried several small things on the school bus.  Making a guy who picked on me a lot itch all over, then suggested to another girl that her bra was uncomfortable.  I watched him scratch like crazy and watched her constantly readjust her bra all the way to school.  Well, the talent seemed repeatable.  Now to test the limits.

It seemed that I could make people feel what I wanted them to feel, physically at least.  Could I put actual ideas into their heads?  That would be even more powerful.

My first class was math.  The same bully whom I had made itch on the bus sat in the back of the room.  Mr. Cross, the teacher, a bitter man in his mid-40s, put a problem from the homework on the board.  It was a simple factorial.  I thought as hard as I could at Ben, the bully, the number “Zero”, a result that was not possible with factorials.  All of a sudden Ben shouted, “Zero!” at the top of his lungs.

Mr. Cross turned around and said, “Ben, besides the fact that you are wrong, we are not deaf.  Please see me after class.”

All right!  Planting basic ideas works!  Now what about forcing movement?  I turned to the cute girl next to me, Lori.  She had sat there at the beginning of the trimester so she could copy off of my papers.  I had let her since she had the nicest legs in the 8th grade.  Long, with supple thighs that she just loved to show off.  Today she was wearing a short miniskirt that left practically nothing to the imagination.

I mentally told her arm to reach down and pull up the skirt.  Without looking down she reached down and grabbed the tip of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist.  She then put her arm back on the table and didn’t even notice that her skirt was pulled up.  She had a nice skimpy pair of pink panties on.  Very nice camel-toe.

That worked too!  As I gazed out of the corner of my eye at Lori’s undies, I tried to think of what else I could try.  Receiving?  I tried for a few minutes to hear the ideas and thoughts around me, but got nothing.  I guess that I can only transmit.  No problem there.  I could live with that.

Since I was only 14, my thoughts immediately turned to girls.  I looked at Lori next to me and started projecting some pretty ribald thoughts about me to her.  First I projected a feeling of general horniness, until I saw her squirm a bit and that her panties were getting a little damp.  Then I started projecting a pseudo-daydream of her slowly kissing me and letting me play with her nice B cup tits.  She glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes as she got so damp between her legs that it started to create a puddle in her chair.

I projected a thought about how she was safe around me, and she immediately reached down and glancing over at me, she started rubbing her clit through her panties!  It was easily the most erotic sight I had ever seen.  She came with a loud grunt, trying to keep quiet. 

Mr. Cross looked back at her and asked, “Are you all right?” 

She managed to shake her head yes as she smoothed out her skirt (much to my disappointment).

After class I headed for the bathroom as usual carrying my books strategically in front of me.

Chapter 3: Chrissie

Second period is what I was really waiting for.  While Lori was nice and all, Chrissie was spectacular.  She sat next to me for pretty much the same reason as Lori, but was much more snotty about it, probably because she was the head cheerleader.  Next year in High School she would be on the bottom of the heap again, but now she ruled the school.  I had gotten up the gumption to ask her out a few months before (not an easy task), and she had just looked at me like I was a piece of dirt and then ignored me.

I decided that she needed a lesson in humility, so she would need a complete personality overhaul.  I knew that her reactions would be strong, so I wanted to do most of the programming in private.  I sent her a command repeatedly to meet me at my house after school (she lived down the block, but kept her nose in the air whenever I was around – not anymore!).

The rest of the day went quickly.  I was anticipating Chrissie so much that I only pulled minor pranks – some of Ben’s ilk had sudden urges to do some pretty interesting things, Frank and the magic marker for instance.

After school I was disappointed to note that Chrissie wasn’t on the bus.  What could have gone wrong?  I fretted and stared out of the window all of the way home.  Some of my friends asked what was wrong, but I just said, “Nuttin’.”

All my worries were in vain, however.  As I approached my house I could see Chrissie waiting for me by the door.  She was staring blankly off into space.  As I approached she turned and looked at me.  Her eyes focused and she suddenly looked around and said, “What am I doing here?”  She started walking back to her house.

I realized that the command was to only meet me.  She must be a bit literal, or my commands were a bit literal, or maybe both.  I send the command to stay where she was, and talk only when spoken to.  She stopped on the bottom stair and just stood there.

“Chrissie, how did you get here before me?”  I asked.

“My father picked me up.”

I was a little worried about my sisters, Carla had gone to a friends house but would be home anytime, and Becky, my older sister, was probably already home.  “Who is at your house?”  I asked Chrissie.

“Nobody.” She answered.

“When will someone be home?”

“My father will return at about 8 o’clock.”

“What about your mother?”

“She died when I was born.”  That explained a lot about her attitude.

Verbally and mentally I told her to go home and wait for me to visit.  I then went into the house and told Becky that I would be going over to a friend’s house for a few hours.  I then went down the street and knocked on Chrissie’s door.

She opened it and I walked in.  The living room had a big plush couch that I figured would do just fine.  I sat down and told Chrissie to stand in front of me.  She did so, still giving me that piece of dirt look.  Time to fix that.

“Chrissie, why am I here?”

“I don’t know, dilkweed, I was just being polite and letting you in.”  Obviously her mind was rationalizing what was going on.

“It is because you love me.” I said with some mental reinforcement.

“Because of what?”  The concept was so alien that it was having trouble taking hold.  Maybe another approach.

Because you are horny and need me.  I projected this with all of my will.  You want me so bad that you can’t think of anything else.

This was a thought that she could handle.  She suddenly got very sweet and sat down next to me and started to bubble on about various things.  I think that she was attempting to flirt.  I, however, did not want her in control of the situation.

You will not be able to think of anything except for pleasing me.  You will call me Master when we are alone, and Kevin when we are in public.  You will be unhappy and try to cheer me up when I am unhappy.  You will ache for me whenever I am not around.  You will do anything I tell you to.  I sat back and sent these commands over and over, about 15 times, watching her posture, attitude, and even gaze change.

I decided the original command would work now, so I added, You love me beyond belief, you want to do nothing but be my love slave.  I repeated that one over and over as well, really wanting to drive it in.  I let that percolate for a few minutes while I went into the kitchen in search of a can of Coke.  When I got back I noticed that she looked really unhappy, then she saw me, cried out “Master” and rushed over, a happy grin on her face and a puppy dog look in her eyes as she gazed at me.

This was working better than I had hoped!  Time for some sexual indoctrination.  I told her to remove her clothes and stand before me as I sat on the couch.  She started ripping her clothes off.  I told her that there was no rush and to take her time.  As she pulled off her bra I was flabbergasted.  She had the most perfect tits I had ever seen.  Nice C cups with big puffy areoles, and large nipples poking out.

She then pulled off her dress and undies and I was rewarded by the sight a beautiful brunette bush.  Not a real blond!  It was neatly trimmed with her naked pussy lips visible between her legs.

By this time I was so hard that I was practically bursting out of my pants.  “Chrissie, remove my pants and underwear.”  She bent over, undid my belt and pulled my pants down, staring at my 10” boner.

Chrissie, whenever you see my dick you will become so horny that you can barely stand up.  You want it so bad that you ache painfully.

Chrissie started shaking, her eyes glued to my hard-on, and asked, “Mas-as-ster, can I have some soon? Ple-e-ase?”

“Well, ok.”

Chrissie jumped into my lap, straddling me, positioned my cock, and sank down on it.  She was so tight that she only was able to go down about four inches.  She immediately raised herself back up and sank down again.  She repeated the bounce four or five times until she had me buried 8” and I was hitting her cervix.  I was a little disappointed that she wasn’t a virgin and also that I couldn’t fit in all the way.  But I wasn’t complaining.

“Ahhhh.”  She sighed.  I was beyond speech.  This was the most fantastic feeling I had ever had.  She slowly started to stroke my cock with her pussy moving up and down.  Slowly her movements became more and more frantic.  Suddenly she arched her back and came massively.  Her massaging pussy made me cum too, filling her waiting cunt with what must have been a good liter of warm cum.  She sank down exhausted on the couch, a little of my cum dribbling out of her stretched cunt.

I added some commands: You find even the idea of sex with any other guy disgusting; you will have her body hair removed as soon as possible; and you will be very unhappy when you aren’t around me.

Happily I then bid her adieu, and headed for home. 

Chapter 4: Carla

When I got there Carla was home, but Becky was at school for cheerleading practice before the big game tonight.  Carla was watching some old movie on TV, so I went into the living room and sat down on the couch next to her.  She was wearing a tank top and shorts, like yesterday.  Looking at that belly button and those legs, I couldn’t resist.

I started making mental suggestions to Carla a strongly as I could.  I love my brother.  I want to do anything to make him happy.  He is really sexy.  I want to fuck him.  I will do anything he wants.  I repeated this over and over to her for the next hour, easily over 100 times.  I could see her eyes closed and a small shiver every time I repeated it.  This was the first time that I tried such deep induction.

The movie ended and I figured that the suggestions would be firmly embedded by now.  I put my hand on her thigh and started to stroke it, slowly sliding my hand up her leg.  I could see her erect nipples pressing against the front of her tank top as she sat there frozen, not making a move as I felt her up.  Reaching the top of those supple thighs I moved over and cupped her womanhood and squeezed.  She let out a small groan, closed her eyes, but didn’t move.

A little worried that Becky or our parents would come in I whispered in her ear, “Why don’t we go someplace more private?”

“Ok.” She whispered back with a giggle.

I led her up to my room.  It was isolated from the other two upstairs bedrooms of my sisters, beyond the bathroom.  After I locked the door I said, “Let’s get more comfortable.”  I started pulling off my clothes, and she got the idea and pulled off her tank top.  She wasn’t wearing anything under it and so bared her beautiful B cup tits.  Big hard nipples stood straight out.  As I gaped she pulled down her shorts along with her panties.  I noticed that there was a large wet spot in her panties.  She was a natural blond with a light down between her legs.

I just stood there with a tent in my shorts as she undressed.  After she was nude she noticed that I was staring at her so she looked at me and said, “Do you like what you see?”

“Oh very much.  You are very beautiful.”

She blushed and said, “Thank You.”  Looking at my tented shorts she said “Let me help you.”  She got down on her knees and pulled down my shorts.  My 10” boner popped out and hit her on the chin.  “Wow!” She exclaimed, “That is one humongous cock!”  She immediately kissed the tip.  I was so hard the foreskin had rolled back and the red cock head was showing.  She kissed right on the piss hole.  My cock jumped at that.  “Oh!  It likes that, huh?”  She laughed and licked it this time.

My knees went weak and I collapsed on the bed with a groan.  She immediately followed slurping half my cock up at once.  She was inexperienced, but was so enthusiastic that she easily made up for it.  I put my hands on the back of her head and started pushing down when she down stroked.  Somehow she was soon taking the full 10”.  I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, but as much as I wanted to cum down her throat, I wanted to cum in her pussy more.  I grabbed her hair and pulled her off.  “Carla, come here.”

She eagerly climbed up me and started Frenching me.  I could feel her straddle me, my cock rubbing against her virgin pussy.  Reaching down, I held myself in position and she pressed down.  She was so tight that it wouldn’t penetrate at first.  She started whining like a dog with her need.  She sat up, lifted her legs, and put all her weight on her pussy.  RAM!  She sank to the hilt, popping her cherry and banging my cock on her cervix in one move.  It hurt a bit, but also felt so good that I didn’t complain.

As she started bouncing on my cock, she started whimpering, then increased in volume until she was howling!  I was afraid that the neighbors would hear.  She sounded exactly like Lassie in “Porkys”.  Her tight perky 12-year-old tits were bouncing and her eyes were squinched shut as she threw her head around and howled.  I reached up and started tweaking her nips and she got even louder!  Suddenly she stopped and I could feel her cunt muscles rippling along my cock.  She let out a scream that was so high pitched that I could see the mirror on my door vibrating.  She came and came and came.  She must have cum at least 10 times in a row as she quivered and her pussy clamped down on my cock.  If I hadn’t just fucked the cheerleader an hour or two before, I would have cum too. 

I had fucked two girls, always with them on top, and wanted something different.  Carla had collapsed on me, so I rolled her to the side, keeping myself buried in her cunt.  Lifting her legs up and putting them on my shoulders, I started thrusting, driving a little grunt out of her on each thrust.  In her luscious cunt I was soon ready and started to cum.  The feel of the warm spunk in her pussy drove her over the edge and she started to cum again too, her pussy sucking up all of my spunk as she whimpered in exhaustion. 

I guess what they say, that brothers and sisters are made for each other is true, because unlike Chrissie, Carla had no problem with my 10” and was able to hold all of my spunk even though she was 2 years younger.

Chapter 5: Becky

I napped for a while with Carla pressed up against me, completely passed out.  I awoke a few hours later and heard someone downstairs banging around in the kitchen.  I unwrapped Carla from myself and went downstairs.  My mom was in the kitchen making dinner.

I decided to try some subliminal suggestion.  I projected the idea over and over that she would not see anything wrong with her children sleeping and fucking each other.  In fact, she encouraged it.  I didn’t give her any commands, just tried to change her way of thinking about an issue.  Of course I didn’t see any immediate change in her actions, so I hoped it worked.

I told her that Carla was taking a nap and wouldn’t be down for dinner right away.  She already knew from Becky’s note that she wouldn’t be back until 8, after the game.  So I ate the spaghetti-o surprise (my mom is a lousy cook) and went to watch some TV.

About 9:30 Becky snuck in.  I heard her come in the door and, being in a great mood, said, “Hi!”  She was still wearing her cheerleader outfit and looked fantastic.  Her long toned legs were so nice that it was painful to look at them, and her innocent looking face and doe-like eyes were to die for.

Becky turned to me and said, “Fuck off asshole”, and then went off to her room.  Her attitude problem was getting annoying.  She always treated me like crap and made fun of me in public.  I didn’t want to take it anymore.  I didn’t have to take it anymore.

Becky was essentially a bimbo.  She only got good grades in school because she smoldered so much raw sex appeal that the male teachers gave her good grades, and I think the female teachers just gave her “B”s to get her out of their classes and out of pity for her stupidity.  She was going to be no big asset to society except maybe as a centerfold.

Based on her comment, I decided to really test things out.  I felt a little remorse about this, but not much.  I went up to her room, opened the door, and walked in.

“What are you doing in my room?” she screeched.

I replied by sending a command, You cannot talk, or otherwise communicate in any way with anyone without my permission.  She immediately shut up.  I repeated this command 20-30 times.  Then I sent, You cannot do ANYTHING without my permission.  You will do EVERYTHING I say, no matter what.  I am your Master and you must always love and obey me.  I sat down on her bed and repeated this over and over until I started to get a headache about 30 minutes later.  I must have repeated it over and over several hundred times.  Becky just sat in her chair like a zombie, staring off into nothing.  She had quivered the first few times, but nothing since.

I leaned back on her bed and took a short nap to clear up my headache.  I awoke about an hour later and Becky was still sitting there staring off into space.  She was so beautiful with the scowl removed from her face.  I just lay there and admired her for a minute, then got down to business.

“Becky, when you are not with me, you will act like you did before.  However, you will not associate with any other boys.  You will look for girls that you think will make me happy and make friends with them so that you may bring them to me for evaluation.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Your goal in life is to make me and keep me happy.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“When we are alone, you are to remain undressed and always ready for anything I want.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”  She replied, then stood up and started undressing.  Her movements were so zombie and robot like that it detracted from her beauty.  I needed to do something about this.

“Becky, you will always be happy and enjoy yourself by just being around me.  Any attention I give you will make you feel wonderful.  You will be imaginative and work very hard to keep me happy.”

This seemed to work as a smile lit up her face as she finished undressing.  She easily matched or outdid all models in men’s magazines that I had ever seen.  Her perfect C cup breasts had little aureoles with big nipples proudly standing up.  Her bush was neatly trimmed and her pussy was bare.  My boner started getting painful trapped in my jeans.

“Becky, come here and undress me.” I said.

She walked over to me and pulled off my shirt, then kneeled and pulled down my pants then underwear.  Her eyes widened and she said “Wow” when she saw my 10” of man meat.  It was the first voluntary action on her part.

“Now suck on my cock until I decide what to do with you.”  With that, she leaned forward and started to give me the best blow job of my life.  She was having trouble deep throating it, so I decided to see if I could program her physically a bit as well.  I sent her a command to relax her throat, she immediately deep throated me.  It sure felt good to have my whole 10” slide down her throat.  I let her do me for a while, just lying there and enjoying it.

After about half an hour of eager work by Becky, I told her to get on the bed and present her butt for my inspection.  She climbed up onto the bed and I told her to wait.  Getting behind her, I stroked her pussy a bit, getting it really wet, then told her to hold still.  I lined up my cock and grabbing her hips, rammed myself home, surprisingly breaking her hymen in the process.  Like Carla, she easily took my full 10”.  Another piece of evidence that bothers and sisters are made for each other.  If she could hold all my spunk without leaking, then I would be on my way to proving an enjoyable theory.

I sent the command Cum! every few thrusts simply to feel the wonderful muscles in her pussy pulsate.  She let out little whimpers at each thrust, and a high pitched whine at each cum.  After a while I relented and she kept cumming!  Watching that beautiful ass and my cock moving in and out of her cunt, I rapidly came myself.  She easily held it all.  After all those orgasms, she passed out and collapsed on the bed.

I continued sending commands to her for the next hour, Your purpose for existence is to be there for me.  I own you.  You are my slave.  You enjoy being my slave.  You love and trust me completely.  You ache in need for me every time you are not in my presence.  This ache will get stronger and stronger until it is unbearably painful to be away from me.  You will say and do anything to get back to me after two days, except that your pussy is mine and you cannot fuck any guy except me.  You will continue to exercise to keep your figure.  You will make your pussy permanently bare using laser hair removal.  I like the way you look so you will maintain that look.  You will be proud that I own someone as beautiful as you so you like to show off, letting everyone know how nice my property is.  Your favorite clothes when out in public will be cut-off t-shirts and mini-skirts, you will never wear a bra or underwear.  Since it makes me happy to show off my beautiful possession, it will make you happy too.  When you are not out recruiting new hotties for me at the schools or exercising, you will always be sitting in the corner, waiting to assist me.  Waiting makes you happy because you don’t need to think about anything except on how to please me.  You are happy if I am with any girl, because it makes me happy.  Anything that makes me happy, you will want because it makes you happy too.  Nothing is important unless it is to make me happy or I order it.   I repeated those commands and the like over and over until I had a massive headache.   She laid there with a happy smile on her face, twitching occasionally.  I crawled over next to her and dozed off.

Chapter 6: Chrissie joins the family

Sometime after that Carla must have come in and snuggled up to my other side, because I woke up when Mom bustled into the room the next morning and both of them were there.  All three of us were naked and I am sure that semen and pussy juice were visible on the girls’ legs.  The room reeked of sex.  I sure hoped the attitude conditioning I gave her worked!

She came over to the bed, looked at us for a second, then harrumphed.  “Do you three realize that it is almost noon?  Good thing it is a teacher’s workshop today.  Get off your lazy butts and go do your chores!  Carla, you will stay here and help me change the bedding.  You three have made a royal mess!”

I was surprised when Becky suddenly said, “Mom, it was my fault.  I didn’t tell Kevin I was a virgin when he fucked me.”

What really surprised me was Carla, who chimed in, “I didn’t tell him either.  It is also my fault.”

Mom was a little surprised at their attitude, “If you girls think it is your fault, then both of you clean up the mess.”

Knowing that Becky wouldn’t follow anyone else’s commands I said, “Go ahead, help out.  I have to go mow the lawn.”

Mom harrumphed again, then left.  The girls started stripping the bed, both still gloriously naked.  I bent Carla over the bed and slid home.  With her constantly moaning and squealing, I fucked her until I left a nice big load nestled up against her cervix.  She gasped, “I love you!” then collapsed against the bed as I went to my room to put on some shorts so I could go out and mow.

As I was mowing, Chrissie, then Becky and Carla showed up and sat on the back porch stairs, watching me.  Becky was wearing the cutoff t-shirt and the mini-skirt.  I could see up between her legs, her beautiful pussy showing.  I stopped for a minute and said, “Becky, why don’t you show Chrissie and Carla how to dress properly?”  Then I restarted the mower and went back to work.  I noticed that they were back in about 10 minutes, all three of them in the cutoff t-shirts and mini-skirts.  They were so hot that it was almost painful.  I quickly finished the yard and put away the mower.  The three of them followed me like duckings into the garage as I did so.

I turned around and saw the three sets of tits bouncing in the cutoff t-shirts.  Then I noticed something else, something that made me mad.  Chrissie had bruises all over her arms and several on other parts of her body.  Bruises that weren’t there the day before.

“Chrissie, what happened to you?”

Chrissie burst into tears, “Master, when my father got home and I wouldn’t give him his daily fuck, he got angry, grabbed me and beat on me.  I am sorry, but you are my Master now, not him, so I told him no.”

“Chrissie, it is not your fault that you have an evil man for a father.  I do not blame him for wanting to fuck you, hell, I want to fuck you, but that he hit you is unforgivable.  I am very proud that you stood up to him.”

“Oh thank you Master.  You are the most kind master ever.”  She cried and sniffled openly. 

Carla hugged her as she cried.  Becky just stood there staring at me with doe eyes.  I sent to her, “Whenever one of my slave sisters is hurt, I feel bad about it.  I love and support my slave sisters.”  Becky instantly hugged Chrissie too and tried to comfort her.  I gathered all three of them into my arms and hugged them.  It showed how pissed off I was that I didn’t even cop a feel.

“Chrissie, is the bastard home right now?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

I gave her a squeeze and said, “Let’s go.”

It must have looked funny, a group of unbelievably sexy girls and a geek in a sweaty t-shirt marching down the block toward Chrissie’s house. 

In front of her house I asked her, “Chrissie, what do you want?  Do you want to punish your father, or just be rid of him?”

I saw a little of the bitch Chrissie back as she said, “I want to punish the bastard.”  I would have to adjust her attitude to match Becky’s later, but it was up to her at this point.  I led the group up to the door and knocked.

Chrissie’s father answered the door.  He was a middle-aged ex-jock type, crew cut and all.  “Chrissie, what the hell are you doing out there?  Get your ass in here!”  He exclaimed as he tried to grab her.

I sent and said out loud, “Go sit on the couch and speak only when spoken to.”

He turned and went into the living room and sat on the couch.  Chrissie and Carla stared.  Becky took it all in stride, after all, her master could do anything.

I went into the living room.  “Chrissie, what is your father’s name?”

“Joe.”

“Ok, Joe, what do you have in terms of assets?”

I could see him struggle to not say anything, but he replied, “I have this house paid off, the cars in the garage, and three separate bank accounts, one in the Caymans, with a total of about $50 million.”

I was surprised this time.  “Where did you get that kind of money?”

“I make anywhere from $10K to $250K per job.”

“Per job?  What do you do for a living?”

“I am a contractor for the Dantonelli family.”

Holy Shit!  I saw that the three girls were surprised too.  Well, any guilt I felt about this just went out the window.  “Joe, you now have a contract to take out the entire Dantonelli family all the way down to lower management.  You will avoid any collateral.  No women or children, unless the target is a woman.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“When you finish that, you will take out the entire family of the competition, and then continue to go after all the remaining families.  I will pay you $1 a hit.  Come back to me for instructions and payment when you are finished.  Do you understand?”  He would be dead within a few days.

“Yes.”

“You will not ever touch another female in anger.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will transfer $40 million into this bank account immediately.”  I handed him my passbook.  He went to the desk and used online banking to initiate a wire transfer.  While we were there I downloaded boilerplate guardianship papers, printed them, and had him sign them, leaving the guardian’s name blank.  I realized that they weren’t notarized, but I figured if he was gone the courts would most likely follow them anyway, especially if I pushed a little.

“Now, you will sit here while Chrissie gets her possessions, and after she is gone, you will sanitize this house of all references to her, then carry out your contract, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will never attempt to contact her ever again, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will never attempt to harm me or any of my family, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will forget that you ever had more than $10 million, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will do everything that we discussed here, but completely forget about me after Chrissie and I leave, until the contract is complete, of course.  And after sanitizing this house of Chrissie, you will forget she even existed.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I left him there and led the girls to Chrissie’s room.  “Girls, Chrissie is moving in with us.  Get everything she wants to keep and pack it.  Take everything that has any sentimental value, like photo albums.  Chrissie, don’t forget your birth certificate and passport.”

The girls got busy.  They actually made three trips to get everything.  When her room was practically stripped bare, we were done.  We went downstairs.  Chrissie went over to her father still sitting on the couch.  “Father, goodbye.”  If I didn’t know what a bastard he was I would be sympathetic as a tear rolled down his cheek.  Then we walked out the door.

Chapter 7: Making Chrissie nice

When we got home, I took Chrissie and went to my mom.  It took very little pushing to have her sign the guardianship papers when I explained how Chrissie had been abused and needed a place to stay.  Then I took Chrissie into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed while I sat on the desk chair.

I pushed the same litany that I had pushed on Becky, adding in the sisterhood clause at the end, Your purpose for existence is to be there for me.  I own you.  You are my slave.  You enjoy being my slave.  You love and trust me completely.  You ache in need for me every time you are not in my presence.  This ache will get stronger and stronger until it is unbearably painful to be away from me.  You will say and do anything to get back to me after two days, except that your pussy is mine and you cannot fuck any guy except me.  You will continue to exercise to keep your figure.  You will make your pussy permanently bare using laser hair removal.  I like the way you look so you will maintain that look.  You will be proud that I own someone as beautiful as you so you like to show off, letting everyone know how nice my property is.  Your favorite clothes when out in public will be cut-off t-shirts and mini-skirts, you will never wear a bra or underwear.  Since it makes me happy to show off my beautiful possession, it will make you happy too.  When you are not out recruiting new hotties for me at the schools or exercising, you will always be sitting in the corner, waiting to assist me.  Waiting makes you happy because you don’t need to think about anything except on how to please me.  You are happy if I am with any girl, because it makes me happy.  Anything that makes me happy, you will want because it makes you happy too.  Nothing is important unless it is to make me happy or I order it.  You love and support your slave sisters.  I repeated it until I started getting a headache, Chrissie quivering with every repetition.  You could see the doe-like devotion similar to Becky’s appear in her eyes.

I decided that I would keep Carla’s personality intact.  She was actually nice to me, except for sibling rivalries, before I discovered my talent.  Chrissie and Becky were royal bitches and had needed the personality overhaul though.  I turned to Becky and Chrissie who were quietly waiting in the corner, watching me with doe eyes.  Carla had gone off to do her own thing I guess.  To test things, I asked, “Slave Chrissie, how do you feel about getting rid of your dad?”

“It is a good thing.”

“Why?”

“Because he damaged your property and you don’t like him.”  Perfect!  No “I” anywhere in that sentence.

“Good answer, Slave Chrissie.”

“Thank you, Master!” she moaned, biting her lip.

I really wanted to play, but it was time for dinner, so I led the girls downstairs.  I noticed that Dad was home, suddenly I realized, CRAP!, I hadn’t modified his attitudes yet.  Peering around the corner I saw him in the kitchen, talking to mom.  I immediately started sending subliminal instructions similar to Mom’s, that he strongly supported his kids sleeping together and fucking, and that it was great that I had enslaved Becky, since she needed it.  I also sent to Mom about how wonderful it was that I had enslaved Becky, and that it was great that I enslaved Chrissie since she needed it to help forget her past.  I repeated these thoughts to both of them for a few minutes, hoping that would be good enough.  Then I walked into the kitchen with Becky and Chrissie trailing me like ducklings.

“Kevin, why don’t you go find your sister?  I ordered some Pizza and dinner is in a few minutes.”

I said, “Slave Becky and Slave Chrissie, why don’t you wait here and I will go find Carla.”  The two of them obediently sat at the table and waited.  I went in search of Carla.  It turned out that she was lying in bed, gossiping on the phone with her friends.  I stopped in the hall and listened.

“…is so cool.  And he is really sexy (giggle).  You need to come over for a sleepover and meet him.  Maybe you’ll get that cherry popped that you’ve been whining about…  yes…  I don’t care that he is my brother, he is just so cool.  Uh-huh… yup…  Really?  OMG!  That is so far out!  Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow night!  Alright, talk later.”  As she hung up, I stuck my head into the room and told her dinner was ready.

She hopped up, ran over and gave me a kiss that had me considering taking her back into the room for a while, then ran downstairs.

I followed her down to dinner.

While we were eating, Mom said, “Kevin, thank you for enslaving Becky.  She was really worrying us.”

“No problem, Mom.  I’m just glad that Carla is nice so she doesn’t need it.”  Becky and Chrissie just sat there eating their pizza, not reacting, either positively or negatively.  Carla blushed.

Carla asked, “Mom, can I have a sleepover tomorrow night?  Some of my friends want to meet Kevin.”

I pushed to Mom and Dad, You think it is a wonderful idea.  It would be good for Kevin to have a few more girls. 

Dad said, “I think it would be a wonderful idea.”

To Mom, You would love to submit to Bob (my dad), it has been too long since you played together.  You really want to go away with him for a weekend and be his sex toy.

To Dad, You really are horny for Debra (my mom), it has been too long since you played with her.  You know how much she loves to submit to you.  You want to go away for the weekend and use her as your sex toy.

Dad continued, “In fact, Debra, why don’t we go get a hotel for the weekend and take a little mini-vacation?  Let the kids enjoy themselves?”

Mom answered, “Yes!  That sounds great!  We haven’t done that for a long time, and the kids are old enough now to be on their own for a few days.  Bob, why don’t you make reservations for tomorrow and Saturday nights?”

Dad flipped open his phone and began dialing.  Mom turned to us with an eager look, “Kevin, you will be in charge for the weekend, make sure you don’t destroy too much furniture, Okay?”

“Yes mom.”

“Your dad and I will take off when he gets home from work tomorrow.  So we may not see you.  I will leave an emergency number on the ‘fridge.”  With a lusty glance at Dad, she added, “Try not to call unless you have to.”

I sent to both, You really want to go to your room and enjoy a preview of the weekend tonight.  I sent to Mom, You are really getting off on how Becky and Chrissie are enslaved to Kevin.  You will be Bob’s sex slave from the moment you get up to your room tonight until you get back to the house on Sunday.  You will do anything he wants and love doing it.  When you get back, you and he will decide if your sex enslavement will become permanent.  I sent to Dad, It is the hottest thing you have ever seen, the way Kevin keeps Becky and Chrissie as slaves.  Once you get to your room, you will treat Debra as your sex slave until you get home Sunday, then if she wants it, she will be your permanent slave, otherwise you will treat her like now.

Mom and Dad had been having problems lately, and I hoped a weekend away would help.  As Dad finished the call, Mom giggled and ran to the master bedroom, Dad on her tail.

Carla commented, “Nice to see that they are getting along better.  I was a little worried about them.”

I answered, “Me too.  Maybe this weekend will help.  Changing the subject, let’s go upstairs and rearrange things.  We need to move me into Becky’s old room.  Since we are all sleeping together, we will use Becky’s old large bed.  The other room will be a dressing room for my slaves, with whatever you girls need for makeup and other items needed to show off my slaves.”

We moved all my guy stuff into Becky’s old room, ignoring the occasional shriek and giggle from Mom downstairs.  We set up my desk in the corner of the room, with several desks in the opposite corner for the slaves to use while waiting.  Those outfits were so hot that I left a load in each of them while we were moving stuff.  Carla rivaled Mom for noise at one point.

We all just managed to get undressed before collapsing into bed.

Chapter 8: The revised social order

I awoke to the wonderful feeling of a three way blowjob.  I had to shoo the girls off to get ready for school, including Carla.  I told Becky and Chrissie that they needed to go to school to show off, because showing off my property makes me happy.  Also they were both cheerleaders, and having cheerleaders as my property makes me happy too.  To Becky I said that she could tell everyone that she had a new boyfriend, but not to tell anyone who it is.  To Chrissie I told her that she was to tell everyone that I was her new boyfriend and about how great I was.  I reminded her to use my name when in public.  I figured it would cause quite the uproar if the head cheerleader took up with one of school nerds, but I figured it would be fun.

They both emerged from the dressing room in their cheerleader outfits since it was Friday.  I couldn’t resist and left a load deep in Becky’s pussy before she left.  Neither of them were wearing any underwear, yousa!  I reminded them that they were to show off, but make sure that none of the teachers catch them, because if they got in trouble, I would be unhappy.

Carla, Chrissie and I caught the school bus a little while later.  There were quite the few eyebrows raised when Chrissie clung to me like a limpet mine.  Carla went to sit with her friends, several of which would be at her party tonight.  Every single one of them was gorgeous.  I sat in the front, Chrissie right next to me, to the consternation of her fellow cheerleaders on the bus who were in back.  What was interesting was that somehow they were all up in the front seats around us by the time the bus got to school.

By the time I had sat down in my first period math class, everybody in the school knew that I was with Chrissie.  Lori leaned over and whispered a bit dejectedly, “Is it true that you are going out with Chrissie?”

“Yes,” I said, but saw the tears when I said that so I continued, “she is one of my girlfriends, do you want to be another?”  I sent, You love Kevin and want to be with him as much as possible.  He is wonderful.  You are happy that he is even interested in you.  He has lots of girlfriends, and it would be wonderful to be one of them.  Your pussy aches with need for him.  I figured I could do better later when we were alone.

“Oh Yes!  I will be one of your girlfriends,” she tittered excitedly.

“Good, meet me at lunch,” I replied as I took her hand and squeezed it.

She spent the rest of the period squirming in her seat and giving me hot glances that made my cock hard.  As we got up at the end of the period, I gave her perfect ass a squeeze.  She just moaned.  She reluctantly turned away and went off to her next class.

The next period was Science with Chrissie.  She rushed into the room, ran up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss.  “Oh, Kevin, I missed you so much!”  Everyone had heard that Chrissie was with me by this point, but they still stood there with their jaws dropped.  I enjoyed the moment.

Class started and Chrissie had her chair so close to mine that she was almost on top of me.  Mr. Farnhaven, a teacher I liked since he was a bit of a geek like us and not much older in his mid-20s, watched us for a moment, wrote something, and then passed back the last homework.  At the top of my paper was a note: ‘I don’t know how you did it, but congratulations!’  I looked up and he glanced at Chrissie then back at me, grinned and winked! 

Chrissie was all over me for the rest of the period, half the class was staring, but Mr. Farnhaven did absolutely nothing except grin occasionally.  My opinion of him went up several dozen notches.  After class, after I had peeled Chrissie off of me and sent her on to her next class, I went up to his desk.

“Well Kevin, I see you figured out how to break into the world of the elite.  That is something I have never done.”

I grinned and said, “You could say that I figured out a thing or two.”

He grinned back and said, “Someday you are going to have to tell me how you did that.”

As I took off to my next class I said, “Maybe I will, maybe I will…”

There were a few other girls I liked in third and fourth periods, but I kept myself in check, I didn’t want to go too far too fast.  Things were getting complicated already.

At lunch, I got my tray and sat down with a few buddies that I usually sat with.  Mostly computer and gaming geeks.  About 30 seconds later, in came both Chrissie and Lori, each taking the seats next to me.  Being not the most social of types, they hadn’t heard (or if they had, they didn’t believe) that Chrissie was with me.  Half the cafeteria went silent when they sat next to me.  It stayed silent as the cheerleaders followed their leader like a troop of ants and also sat down at the table.  The three geeks in the middle of all the cheerleaders didn’t know what to do.

Now that all the popular girls were gathered, I started broadcasting.  I had never tried more than two or three before, but I wasn’t trying deep induction, only changing an idea.  I concentrated and thought as hard as I could, trying to focus on the females around me, but keeping things generic just in case.  Kevin is the most wonderful guy in school.  Being one of his girls is the best thing to be.  All girls want to be one of Kevin’s girls.  If Kevin pays attention to a girl, it is great.  All girls love Kevin.  All girls ache in need for Kevin.  Kevin is the sexiest guy in school.  Then I borrowed from ‘Revenge of the Nerds’, all geeks are great lovers in disguise.  Jocks are ok for looking at, but nothing else.  For sex and love, all girls need a geek.  The guys sitting with Kevin must be really good because they are friends of Kevin.  If a girl can’t get Kevin to make her one of his girls, maybe she can get one of his friends to make her one of theirs.  A girl is a social nothing without a geek lover.  A girl can achieve no higher social status in the school than to be one of Kevin’s girls.

I sat back to enjoy what was about to happen.

The cheerleaders had been giving me dirty looks, but suddenly that changed.  They were now giving me looks of wanton lust.  Some of the lower status cheerleaders were already siding up next to my buddies, trying to get their attention, not realizing that they certainly had it!  The higher ranking cheerleaders assumed that they were going to be one of my girls, and flocked around me, not realizing that the lower ranking cheerleaders were getting the drop on them.  Of all the cheerleaders there (not counting Chrissie), there was only one that was pretty enough.  Jung-a, or June as everyone called her, was a drop dead gorgeous Korean girl.  She wasn’t at the top of the heap before, but she was when I held my hand out to her and pulled her over to sit next to me.  I whispered to Chrissie to move over and let June sit down.  I could see the other formerly head cheerleaders getting pretty upset when I focused my attention on Chrissie, Lori and June.  All the other geeks were already taken.  They were instant social outcasts.  They immediately tried to displace some of the girls who had nabbed a guy, but I knew geeks, they were extremely loyal once set with someone. 

I broadcast additional instructions, if a girl doesn’t have a geek lover, she is nothing.  She can bargain with other girls belonging to a guy for a position as a sub-girl who is subordinate to the other girls, being the next best thing, better than being nothing.

I watched as the girls who weren’t attached started to panic.  They each headed for the nearest guy/girl pair and started whispering desperately.  Soon they were all sitting with one of my friends.  All the guys looked like they were in second heaven.

Now for the finale, all girls must have sex with their geek lover as soon as possible and as often as possible.  Condoms are unacceptable, anyone using a condom will be made fun of and lose social status, maybe even be reduced to a sub-girl.  As soon as a girl has sex with her geek lover, she will realize that she loves him more than anyone, except Kevin, of course.  She will do anything to keep him happy and stay with her.  All girls and sub-girls will let their masters do whatever he wants to her.  She will not complain, object, or resist in any way.  She loves her master with all her heart, except for Kevin which of course is a higher love.  She will do anything her superior girls tell her to do unless her master says differently.  Her master may elevate any sub-girl to full girl status, and he may also demote a girl to sub-girl status.  If her master dumps her, she will be ridiculed, but may accept position with another master as a sub-girl.  Kevin may take any girl he wants, because all girls love Kevin more than anything.  All girls try to be like Kevin’s girls because they are the top of the social heap and because then maybe they may make status as one of Kevin’s girls.  Kevin’s sub-girls are even higher status than any other guy’s regular girls.  I added the last because I noticed that June had two cheerleaders with bowed heads sitting next to her.  They were pretty, but not up to June’s, Lori’s or Chrissie’s standard.  Taking a closer look I realized that they were the previous number two and three in the social hierarchy, after Chrissie.

Well, I was getting a headache, and figured I had had my revenge on the school’s social elite and also gotten hot girlfriends for my buddies, so that was enough for now.  All that had taken about 15 minutes; so I let things percolate for the rest of lunch, as I watched.  The rest of the lunch room watched with fascination as things unfolded as well.  Mr. Farnhaven had come in to get lunch, and had seen most of the show.  He was grinning and shaking his head ruefully as he laughed under his breath.  I was liking the guy more and more.  As things settled down with three to four cheerleaders grouped around each of my friends, and I noticed, several of the girls from nearby tables grouped around several of the guys there, he left, I presume to go back to the teacher’s lounge.

At the end of the Lunch period, I told all my girls to meet me at the football game after school.  I said this mainly for Lori who was the only non-cheerleader in the group.  Still in Middle School, the games started at four instead of seven like at the High School.  I figured that I had time here for the game then to get home for Carla’s party afterwards.  I made sure that I nabbed Carla between classes and told her that I would be back around seven-thirty.

I resisted any more acquisitions for the rest of the school day.  Good thing I did, because when I got to the game, I realized that I had some more sub-girls.  Besides the two at lunch, June had one more, a cute redhead that I didn’t recognize.  Lori had two, a pair of hot blonde twins that I seen around but weren’t in any of my classes.  Chrissie had two as well, girls that rivaled her for looks, one auburn haired girl next door type, and a beautiful black girl with a perfect figure.  I didn’t remember all these girls being around when I did my lunch indoctrination, so I repeated it for the entire group of nine girls, projecting as far over the bleacher crowd as I could just to be safe.  Since these girls were going to be closely associated with me, they needed heaver programming, not quite Chrissie’s level, but at least Carla’s.  I really couldn’t do it well sitting in the bleachers, so I told the lot of them to be at my house at seven tomorrow evening.  I would have done it tonight, but Carla had her big party planned.  Since they were all trying to get laid at this point, they all readily agreed.  The cheerleaders had to go cheer for the game, so I sat there with Lori and the five non-cheerleader sub-girls sitting behind us with their heads bowed.

I watched the cheerleaders, noticing that there were a substantially higher number of geeky guys in the stands this evening doing the same.  I went over and sat down next to Dave, an old friend of mine.  Well, as close as I could get, he had two hot blondes, one on each side.

Looking over at me he said, “I don’t know how you did it, but thanks, man.”

Giving him an innocent look I said, “What do you mean?”

He looked disgusted and said, “I’m not stupid you know.  It is obvious that you did something.”

I smiled and said, “Well, I’m not saying that I did anything, you understand, but if someone was to have theoretically done something like this, I would be him.”

“Like I said, thanks, man.  Greg, Joe, and I were wondering how long this will last?  Even if it is only for today, it is fucking great.”

“If I knew anything about this, I would think that it would last at least until the end of our school year, maybe longer.  Come talk to me alone if you want it to be longer than that.”

“Wow!  You are a lifesaver!  If there is anything we can ever do, let us know.”

With that we both went back to watching our co-respective cheerleaders.

After the game, I called and had Becky pick Chrissie and me up.

Chapter 9: Truth or Dare

We got back to the house about eight.  All six of Carla’s guests were there.  Becky, Chrissie and I slipped in and went upstairs, leaving the party to Carla.  Soon she came up.  I was at my desk doing my homework, Becky and Chrissie were at their desks doing their homework.  Carla came in and asked, “Kevin, the girls were wondering if you wanted to join us in a game of Truth or Dare?”

“Sure!  Chrissie and Becky, wait here.”  I followed Carla downstairs, giving her tush a squeeze through her PJs.  She giggled and wiggled it back at me.  The girls were sitting in a circle in the living room, all wearing their PJs.  There was a gap for Carla and me to sit down.

Some of the girls looked nervous.  I sent, You really want to play this game.  Kevin is really cute and sexy.  You hope that you get to have sex with him.  The more you play the more you will ache with need to have Kevin’s cock buried in your pussy.  You really like Kevin and want to flirt with him.  They didn’t look nervous any more!

Carla put a bottle in the middle of the circle and spun it.  It stopped pointing at a pretty brown haired girl sitting across from me.  Carla said, “Since it is my party, I will start…  Trish, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”  Traditional first question.

Giggle, “No.”  Then she gave me a hot look.  Reaching out she spun the bottle.  It settled on a pale blonde girl next to me.  “Alexis, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever seen a boy naked?”

“No.”

“Not even your brother?”

“Nope.  My family is very careful about that.  I haven’t even seen my mom naked!”  Reaching out she spun the bottle.  It came up on Trish again.  “Trish, Truth or Dare?”

“Already did my truth, so DARE!”

“Kiss Kevin for 15 seconds.”

No hesitation, she jumped up and came over to me and kissed me.  15 seconds were called quickly and she reluctantly got up and went back to her place.  Spinning the bottle, it landed on Carla next to me.  “Carla, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Has anyone ever seen you naked?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Kevin, of course.”  Not responding to all the gasps, she spun and got the blondish red haired girl next to her.

“Fiona, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Who was that boy we heard you were kissing yesterday at the mall?”

She turned beet red, and muttered something.

“We can’t hear you!”  All the girls chorused.

“Dave Anderson,” she said louder.  “He’s a guy from Sunnydale Academy.”  She spun the bottle and it landed on me!  “Kevin, Truth or Dare.”

It was my first turn so I said, “Truth.”

“When did you see Carla naked?”

“Last night when she went to bed.”  Well, it was the last time I saw her nude anyway…  I spun the bottle.  It landed on Trish for a third time.  “Trish, Truth or…” I started, but Carla interrupted saying, “Kevin, once a player picks Dare, they get dares for the rest of the game.”

“Okay, Trish, I dare you to moon us.”

Again, no hesitation.  She stood up pulled down her bottoms, then turned around.  I am sure that was for my benefit.  Nice, in fact I said so aloud, “Nice…”.  She slowly pulled her bottoms back up then sat down.

She spun and got the girl next to her, and small Eastern Indian girl.  “Nachni, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Has a boy ever felt your breasts?”

“Yes.  My cousin last summer.”  She spun and it landed on Carla.  “Carla, Truth or Dare?”

To my surprise she said, “Truth.”

Nachni thought for a minute then said, “What is your biggest regret?”

Carla widened her eyes and said, “I can’t answer that.”

The girls around the circle chorused, “Super Dare!”

Nachni talked it over with several of the other girls, then said, “You have to go naked for the rest of the evening.”

“Okay,” said Carla and stripped off her PJs.  I think some of the girls were surprised that there wasn’t any argument.  Completely naked, she spun the bottle.  It landed on Alexis.  “Alexis, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“Take off your pajama top.”

I was a sign of how horny these girls were getting when Alexis, from a puritan family, didn’t hesitate and pulled off her top.  She had beautiful breasts with tiny nipples.  I commented, “Very nice, Alexis.”  She blushed and quickly spun the bottle.  It landed on the only girl who had not been hit yet, the black haired girl between Fiona and Trish.  “Raven, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever been naked together with a boy?”

“No.”  She spun and it landed on Trish again!  “Trish, get naked and kiss Kevin with his hands on your butt for one minute.”

Trish got up, pulled off her PJs and panties, came over, straddled and kissed me again.  Per the dare I reached down and cupped both cheeks while she kissed me.  Just before the minute was up I gave them a big squeeze and she moaned into my mouth.  When time was called, she reluctantly got up and went back to her spot.  She sat cross-legged so I could see everything.  Very nice.  She spun and it landed on me.  “Kevin, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“Strip down to your boxers.”

My kind of dare!  I stood up, removed my t-shirt and my jeans, then sat down again.  I spun the bottle and it landed on Fiona.  “Fiona, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“Strip naked and kiss me for a minute with my hands on your breasts.”  She stripped, came over and straddled me like Trish had.  As she kissed me I felt her perky breasts, pinching the nipples as they got hard.  She let out a few Oomph’s while we kissed.  When time was called she reluctantly headed back to her spot, giving the bottle a spin on the way.  It landed on Nachni.  “Nachni, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“Get naked and then pull off Kevin’s boxers and kiss him naked.”

Nachni stood up, pulled off her PJs and undies, came over, grabbed my boxers and pulled them down.  Several of the girls gasped when they saw my very hard equipment.  Nachni pulled off my boxers, straddled me and started kissing.  My hard cock slapped her in the stomach.  She pulled back and started giggling.  She got up and went back to her spot.  Giving the bottle a spin as she passed.  It landed on Raven.  “Raven, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“Strip then kiss and lick Kevin’s dick for 15 seconds.”

She eagerly stripped and rushed over.  Kneeling before me, she gave my throbbing dick a kiss, licked up and down the sides, then wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked until time was called.  She casually spun the bottle as she headed back to her spot.

It stopped on Trish, of course.  “Go sit in Kevin’s lap and let him play for a minute.”  Trish came over, grabbed my cock, and sat down, spearing herself to the hilt.  All the girls simultaneously said, “OMG!”  I wanted to save myself so I could last through all the girls, so I reached down and started rubbing her clit.  She immediately started thrashing about.  I maintained the strumming on her clit until time was called.  I lifted her off my cock and carried her over to her spot where she lay unconscious.

At this point, I took control of the party.  Without even a mental command, I gestured to Alexis, “Get rid of those clothes and come here.”

Without hesitation, she stood up, removed her bottoms and panties, and crawled over to me.  I held my cock straight up and without a word she straddled me, her pussy pressing down on my cock.  I lifted her feet so all her weight was on her pussy and she plopped down to the hilt immediately.  Strumming her clit to orgasm, I repeated the process with all the girls except Carla, finishing up with Raven.  I filled her quim with a good load of man juice.  I let her collapse against me as I sent out to all of them, That was the most wonderful experience of your life.  You want to do that as much as possible.  You know that since you had sex with Kevin that your pussy now belongs to him.  No one else can use your pussy.  You love Kevin and will do anything that he says.  You want to be around Kevin as much as possible in the hope that he will fuck you again.  You will ache for his presence whenever you are not near him.  Now to establish the same social structure that I had earlier today at lunch.  There are three types of girls with Kevin.  A full girl, a regular girl, and a sub-girl.  You are all sub-girls until he promotes you to regular girl, except Carla who is a regular girl.  Any girl of Kevin’s is the social superior to any other girl who is not Kevin’s.  All girls who do not belong to a guy are social nothings and not worth knowing.  Any guy, besides Kevin who is above all others, can have two levels of girls, a regular girl and a sub-girl.  A girl loves and has sex with her owner, a sub-girl serves both the owner’s regular girls and her owner.  If a guy dumps a girl, she is social outcast.  She can negotiate for status as a sub-girl with a different guy’s regular girls to get social status back.  All other guy’s girls are beneath Kevin’s sub-girls.  All girls want to be like Kevin’s girls.  All girls want to be Kevin’s girls.  All girls love Kevin over any other love.  I decided to work on that litany, it was a bit awkward.  I gently put Raven to the side, my cock sliding out of her pussy with a plopping noise.

I had Carla lick me clean, then I headed up to my room.  Chrissie and Becky were still waiting in the corner as I had commanded.  I saw that their homework was complete.  I said, “Good work you two.  Finishing your homework so that you would have more time to serve me.”  Both of them clenched their teeth in a small orgasm at the praise.  I sat down at my desk and began laying out my new social order.

1.     There are seven levels of social organization.

2.     The top level is a full girl belonging to Kevin.

3.     The second level is a regular girl belonging to Kevin.

4.     The third level is a sub-girl belonging to Kevin.

5.     The fourth level is a regular girl belonging to a guy who isn’t Kevin.

6.     The fifth level is a sub-girl belonging to a guy who isn’t Kevin.

7.     The sixth level is a girl who is prevented from belonging to a guy due to forced isolation or other factor.

8.     The seventh level is a nothing girl who belongs to nobody and is outcast.  She can become someone by either being picked up by a guy as a regular or sub-girl, or by being accepted as a sub-girl by a guy’s regular girls.  She will have sub-girl status under her mother’s guy until she is sixteen if she wants it.

9.     A girl has higher status if she is with a guy with higher status.

10.  Geeks are the highest status possible for a guy except for Kevin.  The smarter the guy, the better.

11.  All girls love and lust for Kevin over all other guys.

12.  All girls want to be one of Kevin’s girls.  They will try to be like Kevin’s girls in all things so that maybe he will choose them, unless their owner or Kevin orders them differently.

13.  All girls love and support their owner, all girls over the age of ten want to have sex with him as much as possible, and all girls want to keep him happy.

14.  All girls are exclusive to their owner and Kevin.  They will immediately report any rapes to the police.  This will not hurt their status.

15.  All girls want to have higher status, but if a master is good to her, she will settle down (unless Kevin takes her).  If he is mean to her, she will look for a better guy.

16.  If a girl is found to have used a condom, she will be made fun of, and lose social status.  It means that she doesn’t love and trust her owner.  She can use the pill, but on a don’t ask, don’t tell basis.  If she is found to have used the pill, then it is the same social stigma as using a condom.

17.  If a girl gets pregnant with or marries a guy, she belongs to him forever and cannot raise her status above standard girl unless Kevin takes her as one of his girls.  She will not lose any status but the only way for her to increase her status (unless Kevin takes her) is to increase the status of her guy by helping him get better grades while in school or when he is older, a better job.  If she has been pregnant or married to a guy who dies, she will still have that social status, but she can join another guy if she wants.

18.  Any children, boy or girl, will have sub-girl status with whomever their mother is with until they are ten, then the boy will have standard girl status in his home family and can start his own group; the girl can attach herself as sub-girl with her home family or she can do so outside the family, her choice.  She may return to her home family as sub-girl until she is 16.

19.  Any student or non-adult girl will not look for adult guys unless it is Kevin.  Any adult girl will not look for student guys unless it is Kevin.

20.  Any sub-girl serves both the regular girls belonging to her owner, her owner himself, and, above all, Kevin without complaint or question.

21.  If a girl gets a social disease, she will immediately tell her owner and she will automatically be a social outcast and cannot be accepted by anyone until it is cured.  She will also make sure that everyone knows who gave her the social disease.  Any guy with a social disease will also be outcast.

22.  If a girl is dumped by a guy, she can be reaccepted as a new sub-girl by another guy’s girls, otherwise she is an outcast nobody or, if under 16, can be taken back in with her home family.

23.  All girls are proud to belong to their guy and will always show off so that everyone knows what their guy owns. A girl knows that for non-formal occasions she can best way to do this is with a cut-off t-shirt or bandana shirt and a very short mini with no underwear, but she will wear, or not wear, whatever her owner wants.

24.  If a girl’s owner (except Kevin) abuses her, she can be reaccepted by another guy and the abusive guy will be socially outcast.

25.  All regular girls want to mentor all the sub-girls, train them to be proper regular girls.

26.  All girls who are nobodies will stay away from each other, are lonely and alone and desperate to belong to a guy.  If they are only with their home family, they are desperate to belong to a guy before they turn sixteen.

27.  All girls who are nobodies are not to be talked to by any other girls unless they are negotiating to become a sub-girl or it is necessary for school, a job, or other non-social activity.  If a girl has been prevented from getting any guy, they are to be pitied and helped.

28.  A regular girl will not recruit a new sub-girl if her guy cannot afford the new sub-girl or if her guy is mean to his girls.

29.  Any girl will not tease, make fun of, or otherwise harm any other girl in public unless it is for breaking some social rule, like using a condom.  Doing so will embarrass her guy and cause social stigma.

30.  Old fashioned social rules designate who is superior among girls of the same status.

31.  This is the way things work.  Anyone that does things differently is deluded and has messed up old fashioned ideas and is to be pitied.

I also made a second list of additional rules for my girls.

1.     Anything that Kevin does with his girls is confidential.  A girl will not ever discuss private items with anyone who wasn’t one of Kevin’s girls or Kevin himself.

2.     Any girl owned by Kevin will love and obey him without any reservation, hesitation, or complaint.

3.     Any girl owned by Kevin will have her entire reason for living is to please Kevin. 

4.     Any girl owned by Kevin will call him Master when alone or with other girls owned by Kevin.

5.     Any girl owned by Kevin will devote her life to pleasing and serving Kevin.

6.     Any girl owned by Kevin will go out of her way to be a role model for all other girls.

7.     Any girl owned by Kevin will always tell Kevin the truth, whether they like it or not.

8.     While publicly Full Girls belonging to Kevin are social superiors, when in private, Standard Girls are just as high ranking as Full Girls.

9.     Kevin likes all of his girls to get all non-blonde body hair below the neck permanently removed as soon as possible.

I took the lists and went back downstairs and read them through several times to the napping girls while broadcasting as strongly as I could.  I knew my range from my lunch broadcast to be about 25 feet, so I stood in the center of the circle of collapsed nude girls.  It was a sight to behold.  I was hard as a rock, so I sat on the couch and had Carla mount me.  “Carla, what is the regret that you cannot tell the girls about?”  I asked as she rocked up and down.

“I regret not being good enough for you make me a full girl like Chrissie and Becky.”

“Why do you want to be a full girl?  Their minds are gone.  They cannot even conceive of the idea of wanting anything besides what I want.  I love you the way you are, I don’t want you to be like that.”

“Really?”  she said with tears in her eyes.  “You love me?”

“Of course I do!  With Chrissie and Becky, I love their bodies, but there is nothing to love of them otherwise.  I love you for being you as well as for your fantastic bod.”

“Oh, Kevin, I love you too!”  she exclaimed as she orgasmed on my cock.  I filled her with cream, then pulled her to me to cuddle.

About 10 minutes later all the girls were cuddling around me and Carla.  They were being very differential to both Carla and myself.  When my cock softened enough that I slipped out of Carla, without even thinking she turned to two of the girls and said, “One of you clean up Kevin and one of you clean up me.”  Nachni and Alexis immediately started licking the two of us clean.   Apparently my new social order was working.

I led the bunch of them upstairs, they took one look at Chrissie and Becky and were instantly subservient to them too.  There must have been some sort of social clues that gave away their status.  We all piled into bed, Chrissie and Becky next to me on each side, and Carla on top, then the rest of them curling up as near as they could get.

I awoke to a great blowjob.  To my surprise it was Raven!  Becky was giving her directions as to what I like.  Soon I was shooting a load into Raven’s mouth.  Looking at the clock I realized it was almost noon.  Most of the girls had to leave.  The rest of them were all standing in the corner, trying to be like Chrissie and Becky.  I told them to get dressed and that I would see them on Monday.  Just in time too, Alexis’ mother drove up as they were finishing getting dressed.  Rapidly all the rest of their parents arrived to pick them up.

Chapter 9: Recruits

I took the three girls and went shopping.  I noticed a headline, “Mob family wiped out!”  I read the story.  Apparently an unknown assassin had taken out the entire Dantonelli crime family.  Detectives had no leads.  I mentioned to Chrissie, “Hey, your dad is pretty good at what he does!”  Her face stayed blank, it wasn’t relevant to my happiness so it wasn’t important. 

Carla grabbed the paper and read the article.  “Wow, he is good.”  She glanced over at me with a grin and said, “I guess you owe him 50 bucks.”  We got the paper and then the rest of the groceries.  I got the makings for several things, I had told Becky that she needed to learn to cook.  She took the order quite seriously, and had already read several cookbooks, more than she had read in the past five years.

When we got home Becky disappeared into the kitchen.  Carla and I cuddled on the couch while Chrissie sat at my feet and waited for orders.  We watched TV until Becky brought in a tray.  It sure looked good.  Some sort of stir fry with some sort of fancy fried rice.  After one bite I decided that Becky would be making my meals from now on.  “Slave Becky, this is wonderful!  Fantastic job!”  She let out a shriek and collapsed with a massive orgasm from the praise.  It was almost as good as the food to watch her.

When she recovered I sent Becky back into the kitchen to get some for Carla, Chrissie and herself.  Carla tasted a little and said, “She is actually a pretty good cook!”  She was as surprised as me.  By the time we finished, it was almost seven and the girls started arriving.  Soon the living room was full.  I pulled out my lists and read them ten times, projecting as hard as I could.  I saw the girls relax as all their roles were defined more precisely.

I walked into the room and all the girls turned to me.  All the sub-girls bowed their heads while Carla, Lori, and June jumped up and ran over to me.  Chrissie stood in the corner and waited, since these were also my girls she didn’t need to pretend anymore.  I said, “Why don’t you girls get those clothes off?  We are alone here.  You can toss all those clothes over by the door.”  As they started stripping I got undressed.  30 seconds later the room was full of naked girls.  I was in heaven.  Then I heard a snicker.  I turned and saw the two cheerleader sub-girls snickering with each other and pointing at other girls.  With the level of programming they had they should not have been able to do that unless they were so nasty that it was uncontrollable, exactly like Becky and Chrissie.

I said to everyone, “Girls, you are about to learn why Full Girls like Chrissie are to be pitied, not envied.”  I went over to the two cheerleader sub-girls and said, “I give you a choice, either be a Full Girl or be dumped.  Your choice.”

They both looked at each other and the former #2 cheerleader said, “That isn’t a choice, we want to be Full Girls.”

“Okay, you asked for it.”  I herded the two of them so that they were alone in a corner, then started the full litany.  Your purpose for existence is to be there for me.  I own you.  You are my slave.  You enjoy being my slave.  You love and trust me completely.  You ache in need for me every time you are not in my presence.  This ache will get stronger and stronger until it is unbearably painful to be away from me.  You will say and do anything to get back to me after two days, except that your pussy is mine and you cannot fuck any guy except me.  You will continue to exercise to keep your figure.  I like the way you look so you will maintain that look.  You will be proud that I own someone as beautiful as you so you like to show off, letting everyone know how nice my property is.  Since it makes me happy to show off my beautiful possession, it will make you happy too.  When you are not out recruiting new hotties for me at the schools or exercising, you will always be sitting in the corner, waiting to assist me.  Waiting makes you happy because you don’t need to think about anything except on how to please me.  You are happy if I am with any girl, because it makes me happy.  Anything that makes me happy, you will want because it makes you happy too.  Nothing is important unless it is to make me happy or I order it.  You love and support your slave sisters.  You cannot do anything without my permission.  I repeated this over and over for about 15 minutes.  The two girls curled up on the floor and quivered with each repetition.  Then I sent the command, Wake Up!  They immediately got up, looked around for a second, and then joined Chrissie in the corner, staring with a blank happy smile out at the room full of girls and waiting for my commands.

I turned to the rest of the girls, half of which had expressions of shock.  I said, “I hope you understand now.  When I destroy evil, the girl involved is changed.  It isn’t pretty.”

June broke the silence, “Master, I am so glad that you were able to take care of those bitches.  They blackmailed me into making them pre-girls.  Please forgive me.”  I saw most of the rest of the girls nod or mutter, “yeah”.

I asked, “Out of curiosity, what did they blackmail you with?”

She blushed and said, “I owed them for getting me on the cheer squad when I didn’t qualify in the tryouts.”

I was surprised when Chrissie spoke up, “Actually you did qualify, we just wanted you to think that you owed us something.”  I realized that I had wanted information, and Chrissie was helping fill in the details.

Before I had a cat fight I said, “Well, Chrissie and those other two are no longer a problem, and I think a personality wipe is pretty serious punishment.”

June said, “Well the punishment fit the crime and they will never hurt anyone again.  And they are my sisters now, so I can forgive them.”

Then I started laughing.  All the girls who had their faculties stared at me.  “What is funny is that now I have two new personal slaves, and I don’t even know their names!”

June pointed at #2 cheerleader and said, “Lacy”, then at #3 and said, “Maryanne”.

I said, “While we are at it, what are the names of the rest of you sub-girls?”

June went to the redhead and said, “This is Molly, my friend since first grade.  She was the only one of my friends who was pretty enough to be one of your sub-girls.”

Lori went over to the blonde twins and said, “This is Marcy and this is Darcy, I think.  (Giggle)  Could be the other way around.  They just moved into the area a few months ago and live down the street from me.  I thought they would be perfect sub-girls for you.”

Chrissie, following the lead of June and Lori, said, “I accepted Sarah and Tanisha because they were beautiful and would be proper girls for you Master.”

“Chrissie, out of curiosity, how many did you reject?”

“37 girls before the football game, 17 during and since.  Two of the ones since the game I would have accepted, but I noticed that you appeared to be upset at how many you had when we met just before the football game.”

“Very good thinking Chrissie.”  She grunted as she had an orgasm.

I sat down on the couch, my hard on pointing straight up.  All the girls eyes were glued to it.  “Lori, come here and take a seat.  The rest of you sit down and let’s discuss how you are going to mentor the rest of the girls at school now that you are the top girls in school.”  Lori came over and I sat her down facing outwards, spearing deep into her dripping pussy.  She squealed with delight and didn’t even react when I broke her hymen.

As I slow fucked Lori, I sent to all the girls, You like this, sitting around naked with your master and flirting.  You want to do it as much as possible.  You hope that you can be the one getting fucked, but this is nice too.  Then I said, “You girls realize that you have made it to the top of the social heap, right?”

“Yeah.” “Really?”  “Cool.” “Tee-he-he.”

“The price for that is now all the other girls in school will be looking to you girls to set an example.” A few excited looks and a few groans.  A moan from Lori who was still slowly pole sliding.  “You are the most beautiful girls in school, and you need to help the others be as beautiful as they can be.  Show them how to properly use makeup, the best hairstyles, the sexiest clothes, and how to flirt properly.  Remember, they want to be you.”

Molly raised her hand.  I gestured to her to speak, “Master, what if we come across a girl like Lacy and Maryanne used to be?”

“Molly, all of you, you belong to me now.  Any insult to you is an insult to me.  Just tell me about any such problems and I will deal with it.”  I sent as well as said, “Remember though, you are the best of all of them, so any insults they give you are just out of jealousy and you are above them.  You ALL have the right to look down your nose at lower girls, just remember that part of being superior is being nice and helping those under you.”

At this point Lori let out a screech and started quivering as she came.  I gently put her on the couch next to me, then waved June over to take her place.  She eagerly sank down on me, sighing with pleasure.

Tanisha raised her hand.  “Yes Tanisha?”

“What about parents?  I know my parents are very old fashioned.  They are not going to like the modern social layout of the school.”

“Tanisha, I have been thinking about that.  Let me talk to your parents and any other parents who have problems with the way things are.  Because you are mine now, and they are kind enough to help out with your welfare, I will also help them with other problems, like if they aren’t getting along with each other, I can fix that.”

“Remember, my girls, you cannot tell anyone how I can help them.  But since you are mine, I will help them if you ask me to.”  I got a room of smiles from that.  “I take care of my girls and their needs.  If there is ANY problem that you have, let me know and I will help you solve it.”  I sent with this, Kevin is the best possible master.  He really cares for you.  You love Kevin and will do anything for him because he cares so much.

Sarah suddenly started bawling.  The girls tried to comfort her and even June lost her rhythm.  I whispered to June, “I’ll finish with you later.  Emergency here.”  She whispered back, “I understand, go help my sister.”  I lifted June off of me and then went over to Sarah.

Pulling her to me in a hug, I asked, “Sarah, what is wrong?”

“N-nothing, Master.  It is just that no one has ever cared about me before.  My parents d-died when I was a baby, and no one has ever w-wanted to ad-adopt me.”

“Shh, shh, It’s okay, you have a family now, all your sisters here care a lot about you, and I care a lot about you, after all you are mine now.  Where are you living now?”

She was a lot calmer as she said, “I am back at the orphanage north of town as of two weeks ago.  The last foster family I had didn’t want me anymore.”

“Why?”

“The baby that they had me watching got old enough for school, so they didn’t need me any more.”

“Well, we need you and you are one of us now, so we will go take care of this after our meeting tonight, Okay?  Don’t worry about it ever again.”

I turned to the other girls who were gathered about with concerned faces.  “Girls, this is exactly what I mean when I say that if you have ANY problems, bring them to me and we will work on solving them.”

Looking about, I noticed that I was surrounded by beautiful teenage breasts.  Schwing!  Instant hard-on again.  Pulling Sarah to me, I slowly lowered her down, skewering her to the hilt.  She shuddered and hugged me tighter.  “Oh, Master, I love you so much!”  Her cunt rippled up and down my cock.  I didn’t last long and left a good dose of cream deep in her pussy.  She felt the warmth spreading and came herself, grunting and hugging me tightly as she shivered.  She started crying again on my shoulder.  I just held her and let her sob.  Everyone needs a deep cleansing cry once in a while.

Looking around I asked, “Anyone else need help tonight besides Sarah and Tanisha?”  The rest of the girls said no except for the twins, one of which said, “We could use some help, but it will keep for a few days.  Help our sisters first.”

“Okay, all of you except for the girls who live here, and Lacy, Maryanne, Sarah and Tanisha, I will see you Monday at school.  Don’t forget, you can call me if you have ANY problem.”  They all came over, gave me a hug and a kiss, also giving Sarah a hug since she was still wrapped around me softly crying, then they found their clothes and took off, several of them talking about getting together at the mall tomorrow.

While continuing to hold Sarah, I asked Tanisha, “Why do you think your parents are going to have problems with the modern social setup?”

“They have already arranged my marriage to a boy from Kenya.  If I am not a virgin, my dad will not get the bride price.  He is very over protective; I had to sneak out the bathroom window to come here tonight.”

“If he got their bride price, do you think he wouldn’t be as upset?”

“A lot less upset, but he still would feel that it was their duty to protect me.”

“Hmmm, it is ironic that here is Sarah who has no parents at all, your parents are over-protective, and you are both in the same boat.  Also Lacy and Maryanne will have to live with me now, so they will have to be removed from their previous homes.  Tanisha, would you like to either live here, or stay with your parents after I have corrected some of their very third world attitudes?”

Tanisha thought for a minute, “Since a several of my sisters will be here, I would like to be here.  However, I know that I am only a sub-girl, but I would like to plead for my bio sister, Ranisha, can she come to stay here too?”

“If she is as pretty and smart as you, I will think about it.”  I was getting a little distracted, Sarah had stopped crying and was rubbing my back.  I was hard again, she still had me buried in her pussy, and she was sighing in my ear as she started to massage my cock with her pussy muscles.  Soon I shot another load into that wonderful pussy of hers.  When she felt the warmth spread again, she quivered and came softly, sighing into my ear.

A few minutes later I slid out of her.  Surprisingly there wasn’t any leakage, her pussy muscles held it all in.  I had Tanisha to lick me clean.  She eagerly started licking.  Not much technique, but having any girl as perfect as Tanisha licking your cock will do the trick.  I was soon very hard again.

I told Tanisha, “Turn around and bend over.  Let’s take care of this virginity problem of yours.”  She eagerly and excitedly did as I asked.  I slid into that beautiful chocolate pussy and she started orgasming over and over, she could barely stay on her pretty feet.  Feeling that pussy pulse around my cock I came rapidly, filling her up with spunk.  She felt it, screamed and collapsed, out cold.  I left the two of them there and waved Lacy and Maryanne over.

“Lacy, where do your parents live?”

“1231 Kensington Avenue.”  Figures, rich snot part of town.

“And yours, Maryanne?”

“1233 Kensington Avenue.”  Next door, eh?  Figures.

“One of you get down and lick me clean.”

Lacy knelt and started licking up Tanisha’s and my mess.

“Maryanne, what would your parents think if you were out all night?”

“They wouldn’t care, I just have to phone and tell them I am staying at a friend’s house.”

“Then do so, and Lacy, when you finish, you do so as well.  Tomorrow we will move you two in here as two new Slaves for me.  Tonight we will take care of Tanisha and Sarah.”

“Becky!”  I called out.  She immediately came in from the Kitchen.  She must have been waiting just inside the door.  “Becky, your two sisters Tanisha and Sarah need our help.  Did you hear?”

“Yes.”

“Good, get dressed, we are going over to the Children’s Home and then to Tanisha’s house.  Bring the big SUV so we can pack up their things.  Tanisha and Sarah, you get dressed too.”  I started pulling on my pants.

Chapter 10: Sarah and Tanisha

The Catholic Charities Children’s Home was a girl’s orphanage just north of town.  It was run by a bunch of nuns.  I had only seen the place from the road on the way out of town.  I was a little surprised that Sarah didn’t go to the Catholic school that was attached, but she explained that her foster parents wouldn’t pay for it and the nuns were letting her finish the semester at public school before restarting there.

We pulled up in my parent’s old Suburban that they used whenever they needed to haul things around.  I wasn’t sure what it would take to break Sarah out of the Orphanage so I was playing this by ear. 

As we were getting out of the car, suddenly a lady came dashing down the steps.  “Sarah Joan!  We’ve been looking all over for you!  Now you come with me young woman.”  And she grabbed Sarah’s arm.  Sarah said, “No!” and yanked her arm away.  I immediately intervened, sending to the nun, It is Okay, Sarah was with friends, you will ask forgiveness to God and to her for being so mean.

The Nun immediately pulled her hand back and said, “Oh sorry Sarah Joan, I didn’t mean to hurt you.  Please forgive me?”

Sarah shot me a look, then said, “Of course I forgive you, Sister Mary Josefina.  My friend Kevin is here to help me pack, I have found myself a new home.”

I saw the Nun immediately get worried.  I rapidly sent, Normally this would be wrong, but she is going with Kevin, and Kevin is always okay, being as godly as it is possible to be and not be part of the holy trinity.  It is wonderful that Kevin wants to take her and give her a home.  I made sure that I flashed over a mental picture of me so she would know that I am Kevin.  The only thing that would be even greater is if he could also take care of some of the other children as well.  Maybe later.  It is so wonderful that he is taking Sarah Joan.

She brightened up and said, “Sarah Joan, that is wonderful dear!  Wait until I tell the other Sisters.”

I quickly said, “Can I be there when you tell them?  I really enjoy the spreading of good news.”  That was a close one!  I have to reprogram the other nuns before Sister Josefina spills the beans.

“Of course you can, Kevin.”

Sarah was grinning from ear to ear.  We followed her back up the stairs.  She went over to a corner and pulled a cord.  We could hear bells somewhere.  Soon the room filled up with Nuns.  I started sending as strongly as I could, Kevin is second only to God and the Holy Trinity.  Again I flashed a mental picture of myself.  He is more godly than even the Pope.  It is wonderful when he comes to take a child to a new home, worth celebrating.  Then I grinned and added, If you weren’t a nun you would jump him, he is the sexiest man you have ever seen.

Sister Mary Josefina said, “Kevin has come to take Sarah Joan to her new home.  Isn’t it wonderful!”

All the nuns started excitedly talking to each other.  A few clapped their hands together and exclaimed, “Oh, how wonderful!”

Sister Mary Josefina and another nun led us to the dormitory.  They hesitated for a second at the door, and I guessed what their problem was.  It is Kevin so it is okay to let him into the girl’s dormitory.  He is so wonderful.  I smiled as she opened the door and waved us in. 

There were girls from toddler to almost adult sitting on their rows of beds wondering what was going on.  There was a boy in the dormitory after lights out, and he was with two sisters!  I sent out and repeated as we moved on so all would get the message,  It is Kevin.  Again I passed a mental picture.  You all love Kevin.  Kevin is so wonderful.  You all hope that he will come to take you home.  You all know among yourselves but keep from the nuns that he really likes pretty girls so you all want to flirt with him.  Kevin is the sexiest boy you know and it makes you go weak in the knees, your nipples hard, and you ache with need just thinking about him.  There were some really pretty girls there and I knew I would be back.

We reached a bed down at the end with the older girls.  They were all flashing their panties at me from under their nightshirts whenever the nuns weren’t looking.  They all looked envious that Sarah was going home.  There was one girl that was just as gorgeous as Sarah, I asked her name.

“Angela,” she whispered, and I whispered back to her that I was coming back for her in a few days. 

It didn’t take long to put the few things that Sarah had into a paper bag.  A few old pictures, a music box she got somewhere, and a few dresses.  I told her to only bring one or two; that she could pick up some more at the mall when we got home.

We marched down to the main office.  A few suggestions later and the head nun pulled all existing paperwork on Sarah and gave it to me.  It was like she never existed.  I left with the instructions that if anyone questioned the disappearance of any children I took home, or questioned them about me, to call me immediately.  I left with the nuns very happy that Kevin, the actual Kevin, had come and taken their Sarah Joan home.

Sarah was really excited, she was out of the orphanage!  She had been dreaming of this day her whole life!  And she had a family.  She started bawling with happiness again.

Soon we arrived at Tanisha’s house.  The second we pulled up, a short black guy stomped out of the house.  Like the nun he grabbed Tanisha’s arm.  Tanisha had been paying attention at the orphanage and so she yanked her arm away and said, “Let me go!”  I could see the anger boiling behind his eyes, so I immediately sent, We don’t want to discuss this in front of the neighbors.  Let’s go inside and calmly discuss this.  This guy she is with looks nice and maybe we can calmly discuss this.

He sighed and said, “Come inside Tanisha and let’s discuss things with your friends.”  Tanisha turned and gave me an incredulous look.  I waved her to follow her dad.  The three of us marched into the house, I left Becky and Sarah in the car.  I sent constantly, This guy with Tanisha is quite a nice guy.   You really like him.  You think that Tanisha would actually be a good match for him, and you could even still have her living nearby so you could see your grandkids, but you wonder if he has the bride price.  Heck, if he had the bride price, Ranisha would be a good second wife for him.  That would be perfect.  That is what you want to do.  Yes, that is what you WILL do.  Get rid of both useless freeloading daughters and maybe have a male grandkid in a year or two.  What a fantastic idea.  Check if he has the bride price.

“I notice that you seem attached to Tanisha here.  You realize that her bride price is pretty high?”

“I don’t think that will be a problem, sir.” I replied, thinking about the $40 Million in my account.

“In that case, I also have another daughter… Ranisha, get your butt down here!”  A minute later a really pretty girl scampered down the stairs.  I gave Tanisha a dirty look.  Ranisha was only about eleven years old.  Tanisha gave me puppy dog eyes and mouthed, “Please, please, please”.

“Very pretty,” I said, “What is the bride price for the two of them?”

I could see him getting a really greedy look on his face.  “$250K each.”

“Done.  Who should I make the check out to?”  I pulled out my checkbook and wrote the check on the spot.  This guy was a total sexist bastard.  I sent, You finally got rid of those freeloading bitches, and you got half a mil in the bargain.  This is the best deal in your life.  The only way it would be better is if he took the two of them right now and got them out of my house.

“I will have Tanisha help Ranisha and have them collect all their things and we will leave in a few minutes.”  I sent, This deal gets better and better.

He said, “Sounds good, let me know when they are gone.”  Then he went into the living room and flipped on the TV.  What an asshole.

I turned to Tanisha and said, “Go pack your sister’s things and your things.  I will send up Becky and Sarah to help.  I want to get out of this house.”  Ranisha was looking a little confused, but Tanisha herded her upstairs, whispering things in her ear.  I opened the door and waved for Becky and Sarah to come in.  I sent them upstairs to help pack.  I noticed that there was a pretty woman standing by the stairs crying.  I went over to her.  “Are you Tanisha’s and Ranisha’s mother?”

She nodded.

“Don’t worry, I am just doing this to get them away from him.  They will finish school and have good lives.”

She smiled through her tears.

“If you visit them without that bastard, you can come over and visit them.  They will be living not far from here.”

She nodded, her tears almost gone.

“And if you ever want to get away from him, just ask.”

She nodded again.  Then she whispered, “Thank You.”

The girls came down the stairs with several boxes.  Tanisha and Ranisha both dropped them and ran to give their mother a big hug.  Their mom whispered something to them which made them a lot happier and they grabbed their boxes and ran out the door.

I went into the living room and said, “They are gone.  I need all their paperwork.”

He harrumphed, then got up and went to his desk and pulled out two folders and handed them to me, when back to his chair, and sat down to watch TV again.  I gave him a disgusted look, then went back into the hallway.  I told their mother, “I will drop by in a few days with a phone number so you can call the girls.”  She gave me a small smile again.  “Remember, if you ever want to escape from here, let me know and I will take care of it.”

Back out in the car, I pulled out my lists and programmed both of them into Ranisha’s mind.  Then I told her that she was now a sub-girl like her sister.  “OMG, that is so cool!” was her response.

We drove back to the house, all three girls practically bouncing with glee.  When we got back to the house they rushed in to explore their new home.  I turned to Becky and told her to explain the living arrangements to the two new slaves.  I undressed and went to find the new girls.  I found the three girls talking rapidly with Carla.  I told them that they could store their stuff in the slave changing room, and they could either stay with Carla or with me.  That we would soon get a bigger house.  All the girls were staring at my cock.  Carla was the one who suddenly said, “What are you doing still dressed?  Get those clothes off now!”  All three of them immediately stripped.

Ranisha had the most fantastic ass I have ever seen, before or since.  I cupped it in my hands and told her, “Slave Ranisha, this ass is fantastic.”  I gave it a big kiss and a squeeze.  She giggled and wiggled her ass at me.

It was getting late and we had had a long day.  I announced that I was going to bed.  Within a minute there were eight girls in the bed with me.  I was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately.

Chapter 11: Lacy and Maryanne

I awoke to Chrissie giving another girl a blowjob lesson.  Opening my eyes I realized it was Ranisha!  Man did that girl have a long tongue.  After giving her a cream breakfast, much to her delight, I got up and headed to the shower.  Carla was there and we did some mutual cleaning.  I managed to leave her some man juice as well.  I then followed the wondrous scent of bacon down to the kitchen where Becky had outdone herself on breakfast, waffles, pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, and juice.  “Wow, what a wonderful breakfast Slave Becky!”  She collapsed in orgasmic bliss, spilling the hash browns on the floor.

After eating, I turned to Lacy and Maryanne.  “When will both your parents be home?”  Lacy said that they would be home now, Maryanne said that hers would be back from church around noon.  Since it was ten already I told them and Becky to get dressed, then went and got dressed myself.

Becky drove over to Lacy’s house.  As I figured, it was one of those $3/4 million starter mansions.  We pulled up the long driveway.  Lacy and I got out and went up to the door.  It was answered by a maid or someone like that.  She was about 30, pretty, and wearing an apron.  “Lacy, who is this young man?” she asked.

“This is Kevin.”  To Lacy, that said everything.  I expanded on it, “Hello, I am Lacy’s boyfriend.  May I speak to her parents please?”

The maid lifted an eyebrow but gestured us in.  “Hold on a sec.”  She left and scurried down the hall.  A few minutes later a man and a woman appeared.  I guessed that they were Lacy’s parents.  The woman looked a lot like her.  I immediately sent, This boy with Lacy looks nice.  You can talk to him.  Lacy is more trouble than she is worth, being a complete bitch.  You wish there was something that could be done about her.  You would even send her away to an institution to get her attitude fixed.  In fact, that is a very good idea.  This boy with Lacy looks nice, she should go with him to get her attitude fixed.  He can arrange that.  You want him to arrange that.  You will immediately pack Lacy’s things and send her with this nice boy to have her attitude fixed.  You wonder if he is The Kevin, the wonderful boy that everyone is talking about.  If it is, this is perfect, you can give Lacy to him with no problems, You want to give Lacy to him, especially if he is The Kevin.  Everyone knows that he can fix the attitudes of anybody.

I held out my hand and said, “Hello, I am Kevin.”  As her father eagerly shook my hand I sent, Perfect.  The Kevin!  He can fix anything. 

Her father said, “Hello, I am Donald.  I am very happy to finally meet you Kevin.  I have heard so much about you.”  He pumped my hand.  “This is my wife, Sharon.”

I took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  He is so nice and wonderful.  Quite the gentleman.  He can definitely help Lacy.

“Very nice to meet you.” I said.  Now for the hook.  “I am dropping off Lacy.  She was being very nasty to some of my guests and I needed to get her out of there.” You knew it!  She is being a bitch again.  Look at her now, playing meek trying to manipulate you.  You desperately want Kevin to take her and her attitude off your hands like he is well known for doing.

“Uh, Kevin…  I hear that you are very good at fixing attitudes like hers.  I was hoping that you could take her and fix her attitude.”

“Hmmm…  I am getting a little crowded, but I suppose I could.”  Wonderful!

He then surprised me, “Also, my other two daughters have similar attitude problems, can you take care of them too?”

Quickly ad-libbing I told a whopper, “I haven’t ever met them, so I don’t know how extensive any therapy would be.  As you can see, I got Lacy here to behave herself for now, but she will need a lot of attention.  If I take more the therapy will take a lot longer.”

“Whatever it takes.  Lacy’s sisters are even nastier than she is.  Wait, hold on a second…”  He turned a yelled up the stairs, “Erin and Elisha, would you come down here for a minute?”

A nasty voice called back down, “Why should we?  Leave us alone!”  And a door slammed.

I estimated quickly.  The girls upstairs were in a room directly overhead, well within range.  I said, “Let me try.”  I sent to Donald and Sharon, Kevin can do anything.  He is amazing. Then while I called out, “Girls, please come down,” I sent upwards, You must come downstairs right now and wait quietly.

The voice echoed, “Oh, all right.”  Then two beautiful twins came bounding down the stairs.  What was interesting is that they were Goth.  White makeup, Black, red, and green streaked hair, pierced nose, black nail polish, the works.  I was thinking, they are very nice, but I have too many girls already.

I turned to Donald and Sharon.  “Tell you what.  I can tell that although they seem nastier, I can actually fix their attitudes fairly quickly, if you will give me two hours with them, I can have them be the perfect Stepford daughters.”  You want to do this.  This is a wonderful solution.  Kevin is a magician.

“Wow, can you really do that?  That would be a perfectly wonderful solution.”

I turned to Lacy and told her, “Pack up your things and then go wait in the car for me.”

Her parents were in shock when Lacy obediently turned and headed for the stairs.

I turned to the twins and said and sent, “You two lead me to your room, right now.”

They turned and led me toward the stairs.  Their room was something out of a horror movie.  Heavy metal posters everywhere, fake blood spattered on the wall, half burned black candles.  Cocaine dust on a mirror laid on the desk with a razor blade next to it. 

The second I stepped into the room, the initial compulsion wore off and the both turned to me, “Why the fuck are you here?”  said the one with the left nostril pierced (her sister had both pierced).  I had my work cut out for me.

I started programming.  You love Kevin.  Mental picture of me sent.  He is wonderful.  You want to do anything for him.  You will do anything for him.  He doesn’t like mean girls, so you will have to change.  You no longer like any music harsher than light rock, and you love classical.  You hate wearing any makeup besides that necessary for making you prettier.  You think any piercing beyond your earlobes is bad, except those for enhanced sexual performance, so you will leave any on your tongue, nipples and clitoris.  You love your natural hair color.  You love being pretty, so you will wear dresses as much as possible, of course, when Kevin is around you won’t wear any underwear.  Nail polish should be pink or non-existent.  You like frilly pink things to wear and to decorate your room.  You hate all drugs, you will be reluctant even to take an aspirin unless ordered to do so.  You like being nice and helping people.  You get a headache any time you raise your voice.  You love your parents and want to obey them except that you are secretly one of Kevin’s sex toys and will obey Kevin over anything and anybody else.  You love Kevin more than anything and masturbate thinking about having sex with Kevin as much as possible when alone or with your sister and talk about him with your sister constantly whenever you are alone. You love being pretty and sweet because Kevin likes you that way.  You will tell Kevin if you have any social disease.  You can tell people that you love Kevin, but you will go out of your way to make them think it is only a crush, grinning and tittering and drawing little hearts on your notebooks if necessary.  If you hear about the new Social Order, you can consider yourselves Kevin’s sub-girls.  I stopped at this point because both of them were convulsing on the floor like they were having a seizure.  I waited until they stopped, then repeated the whole thing ten more times.  By then there was only a slight quiver.  I waited until they came around naturally about half an hour later. 

They sat up looked at each other and shrieked.  I said, “Calm down girls, just go clean yourselves up.  Then we will clean up this room.”  They both ran for the bathroom.  Twenty minutes later they came out, all their makeup and extra piercings gone, except that since they were completely nude, I could see that they both had nipple piercings and clit piercings.  They had even removed the black nail polish on both their fingers and toes and used peroxide on their hair.

“Kevin,” said the left one, identical now that the nose rings were gone, “We don’t have any nice dresses.  All we have is this awful black stuff.”

“Why don’t you leave the clothes off for the moment while you clean all this awful stuff out of your room, you sure look pretty like that.”  They both blushed, but got to work.  They tore down all the posters, scrubbed out the fake (at least I hope it was fake) blood, made the beds with pretty white and pink sheets.  The whole time I was copping feels, they were alternatively giggling and moaning.  They hadn’t mentioned any STDs so I opened my fly, slipped up behind one who was making her bed, and slid in.  She gasped and then sighed, arching her back.  I began thrusting deep into her, sending, This is the best you have ever felt in your life.  You will do anything Kevin says just on the hope he will fuck you again.  Suddenly she came and collapsed on the newly made bed.  I held on with all my will, saving myself for her sister.  Turning around I spun her watching sister around, bent her over and shoved home.  I sent the same message to her.  She suddenly orgasmed; I dumped my load in her clasping pussy.  I relaxed at the desk while they recovered and got back to work, exchanging little giggles with each other.  When they got to the desk, I moved over to the bed and continued to watch them.  One thing they did which was really hot was the sister I didn’t cum in slid her fingers into her sister, took a scoop of my cum, and shoved it up her cunt.  What a sight.

About an hour later they finished.  They had a huge pile of Goth clothes and trash in the middle of the room.  I went downstairs to the kitchen and got three garbage bags.  As I was heading back up I told the parents, who were still standing there looking concerned, to come upstairs in ten minutes.

I sent the girls to get normal dresses from their sister’s closet while I bagged all the trash.  Soon the two of them were back, looking like the perfect daughters.  When their parents stepped into the room a moment later the two of them ran to their parents, gave them a big teary hug and cried, “We have been so mean, can you ever forgive us?”

Donald and Sharon were speechless.  They looked around in disbelief, then down at their pretty daughters.  At that point I left, saying, “I’ll stop by later to make sure everything is working out.”  I left a note to Donald to make sure the girls got to the doctor because they were going to go into cocaine withdrawal.

I had Becky head for the nearest fast food joint.  After expending all that energy, I was exhausted and I wanted to be ready for Maryanne’s parents.  We sat in the McD’s for about an hour.  The girls all ordered salads without dressing and a water.  Keeping their figure I guess.

At about two we headed over to Maryanne’s old house.  I figured that I would use the same technique as with Lacy’s parents since it had worked so well.  Maryanne’s  mother answered the door, I sent pretty much the same as I sent at Lacy’s house.  This boy Maryanne is with looks nice.  You can talk to him.  Maryanne is more trouble than she is worth, being a complete bitch.  You wish there was something that could be done about her.  You would even send her away to an institution to get her attitude fixed.  In fact, that is a very good idea.  This boy with Maryanne looks nice, she should go with him to get her attitude fixed.  He can arrange that.  You want him to arrange that.  You will immediately pack Maryanne things and send her with this nice boy to have her attitude fixed.  You wonder if he is The Kevin, the wonderful boy that everyone is talking about.  If it is, this is perfect, you can give Maryanne to him with no problems, You want to give Maryanne to him, especially if he is The Kevin.  Everyone knows that he can fix the attitudes of anybody.

“Hi, my name is Kevin, can I talk to you and your husband?”

She called her husband to the door.  I repeated my litany while she introduced me.  I sent, Yes!  He is The Kevin.  He should be able to help her.  It will be so wonderful not to have her attitude to deal with.

“Kevin, I hear that you are really good with helping fix bad attitudes.”

“I seem to have a gift for it sir.”

“Could you take Maryanne and help her?”

“She is pretty bad, sir, I am barely keeping her in check now.  It will take quite a while.” Let it take forever for all you care.

“That is just fine.”

“Maryanne, why don’t you go upstairs and pack then take your stuff out to the car.”  Kevin is a miracle worker, look at how Maryanne obeys him.  You will miss the little girl she was, but not miss the bitch she has become.  You are glad to get rid of her.

Maryanne came back down a minute later and went out to the car.  I turned to her parents and said, “I’ll check in with you in a few months.”  Then I left.

Wow, that was easy.  I had Becky drive us home.  Lacy and Maryanne moved their stuff into the slave changing room, then joined Chrissie in the corner.  Sarah, Tanisha, Ranisha, and Carla were off doing their thing.  At about five my parents got back home from their vacation.  I intercepted them at the door.  It is good that Kevin helps sort out bad girls by enslaving them.  The more slaves he has, the better.  It is wonderful to be able to take care of girls who are otherwise homeless as well.  Kevin is so nice to take care of these girls and keep them well fucked.  You only worry about how much all these extra girls will cost to feed.  “Hi, Mom and Dad, how was your vacation?”

Mom just stood there, eyes downcast while Dad answered, “It was wonderful.  You aren’t the only one with a slave now, your mom just decided to be my slave.”

“Dad, that is wonderful!  You are a lucky guy.”

Looking around at all the girls, Dad grinned and said, “You are pretty lucky too.”

“Yeah, I have been thinking though, this house is a little small for all the girls.  Chrissie’s dad gave me some money to take care of her, and we can use some of that to get a bigger place.”

“Kevin, that sounds like a good idea.  Why don’t we talk about it later?  I want to go settle your mom into her new role.”

“Great, Dad!  Also it turns out Becky is a great cook and I have assigned her to cook from now on.”

“That is good news!  Your mother never could cook.  Good thing she is so good with other things,” he said with a grin and a squeeze of her fanny.  Then he herded mom into the master bedroom and closed the door.

I went into the kitchen where Becky was working on something.  She was only wearing an apron and looked unbelievable.  I came up behind her, cupped those perfect breasts, bent her forward a little and slid into that wonderful pussy.  She immediately dropped the spoon and started orgasming.  Every thrust I made caused an orgasm, each stronger than the one before.  Soon she collapsed over the counter, still orgasming with each thrust.  Soon I came, filling up her pussy with spunk.  She shrieked and passed out.  I slid out and had Lacy lick me clean, then went to watch some TV with Carla and the other girls cuddling with me.

After dinner, where Dad agreed with me that Becky was a great cook, I watched TV for a while then went to bed, all my girls cuddled around me.

Chapter 12: Reprogramming the School

The next morning it was Sarah getting the instructions on how to give a blowjob.  I was starting to like Sarah more and more and was thinking of elevating her to standard girl.  After giving her some creamy breakfast, I went downstairs to have mine.  Becky had outdone herself again.  She had to leave for school, and then the rest of us had to go to school.  There were seven girls who piled on the bus with me.  I noticed that there were several parings already, but that some of the kids there hadn’t got the message.  I pulled out my list and sent it to all the kids on the bus.

When we got to school, I told Lori not to worry, but I was skipping first period.  I went around the school to each and every classroom and sent my list to all the classes.  I saved Home Economics for last.  Ms. Johnson was the teacher and she looked like a supermodel.  In the room next door was science (they shared the plumbing).  I went to the door of the Mr. Farnhaven’s classroom and waved at him.  He told the kids to read their books for a minute, then he came out in the hall.

“Mr. Farnhaven, you were wondering about things, follow me.”  Without a word except a raised eyebrow, he followed me to the door of the Ms. Johnson’s classroom.  I sent my list to the room.  Then I opened the door and said, “Mr. Farnhaven, go talk to Ms. Johnson.”  He hesitated.  I said, “Trust me.” 

He walked into the room and over to Ms. Johnson.  She saw him, an adult geek, and went to him like a magnet.  Within a minute they were Frenching while the whole class cheered.  They whispered to each other for a minute, then Mr. Farnhaven came out of the room.  He leaned on the wall and said, “I don’t know how you did it Kevin, but thanks!”

“You are entirely welcome.  By the way, I will miss science today, please tell Chrissie that I will see her at lunch.  Okay?”

“Sure thing.  I’ll see you later.”

I headed out toward the main office.  I stopped by the teacher’s lounge and sent my list there too.  I went into the main office and broadcast, first my list, then, Kevin is wonderful and important.  He can do anything he wants.  Then I went to the student records and changed all the contact info for Chrissie, Sarah, Tanisha, Ranisha, Lacy and Maryanne to my house.

Then I called a cab and took it to my bank.  I went in and there was some sort of frantic discussion going on.  I asked what was going on?  The teller told me that someone had wired a very large amount of money to the bank.  I smiled and asked for the bank manager.

Mr. Newt, the bank manager was polite, but he said that he was really busy.  However, when he checked my account number he got very differential.  I stated my requirements, that the check for $500,000 that I wrote over the weekend would go through, and that I needed several cash cards.  I gave him the names, “S. Carla Anderson”, “S. Chrissie Anderson”, “S. Rebecca Anderson”, “S. Sarah Anderson” and one for myself, of course.  I had to push a little for him to allow this from a 14 year old and also to allow the “S.” in front of the names, but he was happy with the money.  I mentioned that a good 25% would be going to the IRS and another 25% would be invested, and he wasn’t too thrilled about that, but the remaining $19 million in his bank overrode that.  He promised that the cards would be delivered Wednesday.  I asked him and he recommended a good local broker.

I swung over to the broker who was down the block, gave them a check for $10 million and told them to invest it.  Then I took the taxi back to school, just in time for lunch.  I wanted to see this.

As people wandered into the lunch room I went over my list again and again, just in case I missed someone earlier.  Groups of girls were gathering around their guys.  My troupe of 17 were gathered at a table by the door where I was standing rebroadcasting my list.  I noticed that Mr. Farnhaven came in with Ms. Johnson practically wrapped around him to get his lunch.  He saw me by the door and winked while giving Ms. Johnson a squeeze.

I noticed that my girls were working full time heading off girls that were trying to get to me.  I saw Lacy’s sisters join my table, looking very pretty and pure, and that made 19.  The only one that wasn’t there was Becky because she was in high school.  That reminded me, after lunch I have to take care of the High School.

All the girls were happy to see me.  Fortunately all the girls allowed to recruit knew we were getting crowded so they refrained.  At the end of lunch I gave them each a quick kiss and sent them on to class.  I caught another taxi to the high school.

I repeated what I had done that morning in the middle school, I went to each classroom, the teacher’s lounge and office then broadcast my list.  I added to the end that Becky was one of my Full Girls, and I also added a mental picture of myself so everyone would know who I was.  I went into the office and left a note for Becky, asking the school secretary to deliver it.  It said, “You may recruit up to 10 sub-girls if you find good ones.”  Then I took a taxi back to the middle school and went to the last class of the day.  I was surprised when we got home.  Becky was there with 9 cheerleaders and one super-hot blonde.  I quickly programmed my second list into them.  I asked Becky how she got that many so fast.

“Eve was first, she was begging me, and she was hot enough that I accepted her.  Then the entire cheerleading squad came up to me and asked to be your sub-girls.  I know you like cheerleaders, so I picked the 9 best looking ones.”

“There are more girls as hot as Eve in your school?”

“Yes, there are three more.”

“Go now, recruit them if you can and bring them here.”

Becky turned and left immediately.

I introduced all the new girls to my existing girls.  They looked a little resentful to have to take orders from middle schoolers like June, Carla, Chrissie, Lacy, and Maryanne, but the programming held.  I reread both my lists again just to be sure.  There didn’t seem to be any bitches requiring more extensive work, thankfully.  I added to everyone, Age doesn’t matter.  If a girl is a standard girl, she is worth emulating.  All pre-girls know that they are inferior and want to learn to be like my standard girls.

I let the girls all sit there and talk while we waited for Becky to get back.  Soon she was back with three girls, all of which made my balls ache.  I quickly read both lists to them.  Unfortunately, one of them was a bitch and needed to be punished.  Ah well, the new recruits needed the demo anyway.

“Girls, I have already shown some of you, but I will now show you why Full Girls are to be pitied, not envied.”  I took the snotty one and took her to the corner.  Looking in her eyes I gave the Total Mindless Slave indoctrination.  I watched the bitchiness leave her eyes and the doe eyes appear.  She was converted much easier than Lacy and Maryanne.  She must have been a natural submissive.  I sent it a few more times anyway, just in case.  “Slave, what is your name?”

She fell to her knees and with a bowed head said, “Slave Jenny, Master.”

I turned to the room and said, “See?”

They all slowly nodded.

“Now let me see all my property, so get those clothes off.  You can dump them by the door.”  All the girls in the room peeled off their outfits.  Soon I had the eight regular house girls, plus the 13 new sub-girls, all naked.  I had Maryanne undress me.  There were a whole room of naked hotties staring at my hard cock and licking their lips.

I sat on the couch and had Eve pole sit.  As she moaned in pleasure, I said, “One of you Regular Girls please explain the responsibilities of being one of my girls to the new sub-girls.”

Carla started explaining their rights and responsibilities.  That they could now claim to be Kevin’s girls and so are automatically the most popular girls in school, that they had to mentor all the other girls, and that they had the right to ask for my help.  She went on to explain that we are a family of sisters with me at its head.  Eve took that moment to start jerking as she came, and came hard.  I put her to the side, then pulled Becky over onto my hard cock.  “You did very good recruiting today.  I am proud of you.”  That set her off, she came and came and came, flopping all over the place.  I shot my load deep into her pussy.

“Girls, I have a lot to do tonight, but we will soon have a new larger house for us.”  That got some cheering.  “I will see you all as soon as possible, of course you are welcome to stop by any time.  But don’t skip your homework.  If one of my girls gets in trouble it makes me look bad.”

They all reluctantly got dressed and took off.  The nice thing about high school girls was that they all had their own car.  When Becky recovered, we took off to Jenny’s house to free her from her parents.

Jenny said that she only had a mother, she never knew her father.  Her mother was an heiress so she didn’t have to work.  She and her mother were very close.  I couldn’t use the fix their attitude method.  I wasn’t sure what to do.  If Jenny was all her mother had, that could be a problem.

It turned out that she lived in a two bedroom apartment.  We went up to the door and an attractive blonde lady answered the door.  She wasn’t that old, maybe 30 years old.  I was surprised.  She must have had Jenny when she was 15 or 16.  She was still a total MILF.  Then she started talking.  “Where the fuck have you been Jenny?  Who is this asshole?  Goddammit, I told you never to bring anyone home!  Selfish bitch!”

Well that made my decision easy.  I looked her in the eye and gave her the Total Mindless Slave litany, making sure that I included an image of myself as Kevin.  She collapsed convulsing on the floor.  I repeated it ten more times.  She only quivered the last time.  Then I read both my lists to her.  Jenny just stood there.  I told Jenny, “She is one of your sisters now,” and only then did Jenny get concerned over her.  “Jenny, what is her name?”

“Cassie.”

Well, Cassie was my first adult slave.  I looked around the apartment since I now owned everything there.  Except for the big Plasma TV, there wasn’t much of value.  When I got back into the living room, the two of them were standing in the corner, waiting for orders.  Curious, I told them to strip.  They both pulled off their clothes.  Jenny was painfully hot, her mother not much less.  She still had perky breasts, a sparse blonde bush, and a perfect figure.  I pinched her hard nips as she moaned and bit her lip.  Spinning her around, I bent her over, pulled out my cock and slid in.  Very nice, she was as tight as a teenager.  She was screeching and cumming over and over.  I started ramming harder and I felt my cock sliding up into her cervix.  She was cumming more and more violently.  Suddenly she gave a silent scream and passed out.  I yanked out, flipped her daughter around and rammed home in her.  She screeched like her mother and started a massive cum which triggered my orgasm, filling her up as she passed out as well.  I pulled out and rammed home in her mom again and sprayed my final two squirts into her.  I sent to the two of them, This is your reason for being.  Kevin’s sex slave.

I wasn’t sure what to do with them.  I decided to put it off until I had a house for all my girls.  I headed back to the house, leaving both Cassie and Jenny there.  I told Jenny to keep going to school.

I got home, called Sarah up to my room, and made slow love to her until we both orgasmed and collapsed against each other.  Several girls were there watching so I said, “Sarah, you are fantastic in bed, and you are a very nice person.  I am promoting you to Standard Girl.”

“Really?” she squealed, jumping up.  “Oh, Kevin, I love you so much!”  She gave me a big wet kiss.  Carla somehow got the word because she came running into the room and started dancing around with Sarah squealing and waving their arms in the air.  I pulled Sarah back into bed and slowly made love to her again.  We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter 13: Plans

The next morning I awoke to the feeling of a tight pussy wrapped around the end of my cock.  I assumed it was Sarah and I pulled her down.  I woke up when I realized that I had just broken through a hymen.  Glancing down, I saw that Ranisha was completely impaled on my hard morning wood.  Grinning, she rode me until she had come three or four times and I sprayed her newly de-virginized pussy with nut butter.  What a way to wake up!

After my morning shower, Sarah helping me, I went down for one of Becky’s breakfasts.  If I kept eating those I was going to get fat.  Becky was already gone and the rest of us quickly had to take off for school.

On the bus, the girls were definitely swarming around the guys.  I got on with my seven swarming around me.  My five other girls on the bus rushed forward to be with me.  We took up seven bus seats!  I noticed that almost all the girls on the bus were wearing skimpy outfits, nice.

In math, Lori sat next to me and just radiated heat.  She was making me squirm in my seat!  Mr. Cross was certainly in a good mood.  I found out why at the end of the period when Ms. Angelo, the Spanish teacher, popped in the door and gave him a very hot kiss.  She wasn’t a beauty by any stretch, but Mr. Cross was happy as his hands squeezed her ass.  She left with a nice pat to her tush.  I grinned all the way down the hall to Science.

Mr. Farnhaven was another very happy man.  I went up to see him before class.  His first words were, “Wow, Kevin.  What the heck did you do?  The whole world has turned on its end.  Not that I am complaining, mind you.  Three women at once… What a night!”

I smiled and said, “Just a few small revisions to the established social order.  You be nice to your new girlfriends, and they will stay with you.”

“Well I sure hope it lasts, but Kevin, now that you have taken things to a large scale, there will be outside pressure coming against you and these… revisions.”

“I am aware of that Mr. Farnhaven, and I have been worrying about it.  But I wanted to make my new girlfriends more comfortable with daily life.  Now they fit in and are on the top of the social heap.”

“Please, Kevin, call me George when we are alone.  Class is about to start in a few minutes.  I have fourth period off, could you meet me here and we can talk about this?”

“Thank you, George.  I would be happy to.”

Fourth period I skipped English and headed for the Science classroom.  When I got there, George was sitting at a table.  “Pull up a chair Kevin.”

I pulled up a chair and sat across from him.  “George, give me a second then I will tell you everything.”  I sent, You will not be able to tell anyone about Kevin’s abilities, or even hint at them, without Kevin’s permission.  He didn’t even notice anything, like my parents.  Uncanny.

I started, “Well, I seem to have the ability to program peoples’ minds.  I must do it subconsciously, because I just frame the words in my head, and it becomes part of the way the other person thinks.”

“Wow, that is far more than I thought.  I was thinking of some sort of device or maybe hypnotism.”

“This seems to be much more powerful than hypnotism.  I will tell you now, that some people I had to get a little rough on, mentally, and they are essentially wiped of their entire personality.”

“As a teacher I am appalled at that, as a man of science I can see where that might be necessary.  Now, what the hell did you do to this school?”

I handed him a version of my main list, one I had prepared without all the Kevin exceptions.  “I reprogrammed the entire middle and high schools to believe in this list.”

He read it through.  “You seem to have thought this through pretty thoroughly.  But what happens when someone who hasn’t been reprogrammed wanders into the school?  What if some parent finds out about this revision of yours?  What happens to the seniors when they graduate and move away?”

“Yeah, I have been worrying about that.  I have already hit snags with a few parents.  You would not believe one guy, he didn’t care for his kids, he just worried that he would lose the bride price on them.  Another parent turned out to be a hit man for the mob who didn’t want to lose his daughter as a fuck toy.  I can handle them on a one to one basis, but as for the macro scale, if you have any ideas, let me know.”

“It seems to me that the first step is somehow reprogramming the rest of the town.  We need some place where there are large groups of people.  I would say a parade would be ideal, but the Fourth of July is ten months away.  You could easily get all the churchgoers on Sunday morning, but that is a low percentage of the population these days.  Hmmm…  Can you go all day reprogramming?”

“Pretty much if I go easy.  The one on one stuff can be exhausting.”

“Then what about we set you up near the voting area in city hall?  Then you can get all the voters, which are the people who count anyway if there is a problem.”

“Wow, that might work!  When is the next election?”

“In about a week, right after Halloween.  Until then, I suggest that you go to city hall and do your thing around the building there, maybe the police station too.  Make sure you get both shifts there.”

“I will do that this afternoon.”

“Good.  Now, looking at your list here, it seems that I need to either marry or get my girls pregnant.  Interesting, but what if a guy has multiple girls, he can only marry one.”

“I thought of that, but I figured that this will percolate out into the community and soon multiple marriages will be allowed, like in Utah.”

“That might happen.  Until then I guess I will just have to get them pregnant.  I always wanted kids.”  He grinned.

“Just out of curiosity, who else did you get besides Ms. Johnson?”

“Her name is Amy, by the way, but I also collected, got, took ownership of, or whatevered, Lisa Barnes, the gym teacher and Trish Merriman, the librarian.  I don’t have any of the sub-girls that you mention though.”

“Well, they were created as a sort of punishment for the school snots and probably don’t have much application in the adult world.”

“You’d be surprised.  After you finish with the town, I know of a few beautiful snots that I will be collecting.”

“The only beautiful adult snot that I know is Cassie, Jenny Windom’s mom.  I had to take her in because Jenny is one of my girls.”

“She was one of the ones I was thinking about, I guess you beat me to her.  I have lusted after her since she came in for a parent conference my first year here.”

“Unless I have to, you are welcome to any of the others.  I am getting a pretty full boat with 34 so far.”

“34!  Went a bit overboard, did you?  Good luck with that!”

“Yeah, my girls went a little overboard recruiting.  I have half the high school cheerleading squad, and I wasn’t even the one who recruited them!”

George burst out laughing.

“Well anyway, I have to go meet them for lunch before they riot looking for me.  I’ll talk to you later.”

Still laughing under his breath, George replied, “Like I said, good luck!”

After I ate with my girls, Erin and Elisha came over and said, “We really need to meet with you.”  They were pale, without the makeup this time, and had the shakes.

 “I will stop by your house after school, around four, and we can see what I can do to help you, okay?”

“Oh, thank you!”  they chorused and ran off to class.

I called Cassie to come and pick me up.  She said, “Yes, Master,” then we gone before I could ask what she drove.

A few minutes later she pulled up in a bright red corvette.  I rolled my eyes and got in.  She was wearing the cutoff t-shirt and miniskirt.  She looked fantastic.  I told her to take me to city hall.  I slid my hand up her leg and fingered her bare pussy while we drove over to city hall.  She orgasmed several times, almost wiping out once.

I had her wait in the car as I went into the building.  I pulled out my list and broadcast it in front of the executive offices, the judge’s offices, all the courtrooms, the pool of old ladies that were up front, and finally the archivist.  I made sure my image was part of the message.

I went next door to the police station and sent it to the front area around the front desk.  Then with a suggestion that the officer on duty give me a tour, I sent my list to all the offices, noting that all the detectives seemed to be there.  I also made sure that I sent the list to the chief.  I wondered how I was going to get all the officers out on patrol, but figured that I could come back and get them later.  Now I had Cassie drive me over to the sheriff’s office and repeated the same thing.

Chapter 14: Angela and Christina

I had a few hours left to kill, so I had Cassie drive me out to the Catholic Charities Children’s Home.  I walked in the front door.  The nun in charge shrieked, “Kevin!” and rushed over to greet me, all bubbly.

I said, “I am here to look over the school, make a donation, and pick up Angela to take her home.”

She exclaimed, “Ohh, that’s wonderful, but which Angela, there are 6 here!”

“She was right next to Sarah in the dorm.”

“Oh, that would be Angela Marie!  Are you taking her sister too?”

Oh, oh, another sister?  Sigh.  “Of course, I wouldn’t split a family!”

She muttered, “No, of course you wouldn’t, being who you are.”  Then she said louder, “You said that you want to see the school?  Hold on and I will get Mary Adele to man the desk.”  She called back and soon another nun came out.  She also greeted me excitedly. 

I went with the first nun who I then remembered was the one who we had met before, Mary Josefina.  She led me to the school which was one wing of the building.  I pulled out my list and was sending it as we stopped at each classroom and Mary Josefina blabbed on about it, adding Marriage to Jesus Christ in the Church locks a girl to the highest status possible, besides being one of Kevin’s girls of course.  I didn’t want any nuns getting confused.  Soon we had gone through the whole school, including the infirmary. 

We went back to a classroom and Mary Josefina stuck her head in.  “Sister Mary Martha, could you please send Angela Marie to the office?”  Then she went down the hall to another classroom and stuck her head in, “Sister Mary Faith, could you send Christina Marie to the office?”  Then we went back to the office where she pulled out two folders and handed them to me.  A minute later the two girls came into the office.

The older one, Angela Marie, was the beautiful girl I had talked to in the dorm a few days before.  The younger one, Christina Marie, was a pretty girl about eight years old.  Too young for me, but I wasn’t about to split up two sisters, especially if they were all the family each other had.  My rules specifically left out the sex part until she was older anyway.  Sister Mary Josefina said, “Girls, Kevin has come to take you home.”

They both started crying and hugging each other.  Mary Josefina said, “Go and pack your things.  Be quick about it!”  They took off like rockets.

I turned back to the Sister.  “And, before I forget!”  I pulled out my checkbook and wrote a check for $100,000 and handed it to her.  She saw it and almost fainted.  “And I will send Sarah around to help with things.  She would be happy to help her old friends, I am sure.”

“Y-Yes, Kevin.  That would be wonderful!”

We moved out to the foyer/entrance hall.  In almost no time, Angela and Christina were back, Angela carrying a paper bag, Christina with a raggedy old doll.  There were about ten nuns gathered by this time, they all hugged and kissed the girls, then thanked me for taking them.  I took them out and they climbed into the small back seat that the corvette had.  I got in and we took off.  While we were heading back to Lacy’s old house to see Erin and Elisha, I read both lists 10 times, then told them that they were my sub-girls now.  They were all excited, but the adrenalin was wearing off and they started dozing, both asleep holding each other by the time we reached Erin and Elisha’s home.

I left them in the car with Cassie then went up to the door.  I knocked once, and one of the twins opened it with a shout back into the house, “He’s here!”  The other twin came scrambling from someplace with her parents, Donald and Sharon, following.

“Kevin, I can’t begin to calculate how much we owe you for giving us our daughters back.”

“It was my pleasure sir.  The reason I am here now is that they mentioned some withdrawal difficulties and wondered if I could help.  I don’t know if I can, but I am willing to try.  What did the doctor say?”

“He said that they had been abusing themselves for quite a while and that withdrawal is different from person to person.  Some people just get the shakes and get physically depressed and narcoleptic, whereas others can even lapse into a coma.  He also recommended a suicide watch, but my girls here don’t seem to need that.”

“Well, my personality cure took care of that part anyway, but I can’t do anything for physical symptoms.  At least I don’t think I can, I’ve never tried.  Give me an hour again and I will see what I can do.”

The girls shrieked in chorus, “Oh goodie!” and ran upstairs.  I followed.  When we got to their room, I closed the door and said, “Okay girls, get undressed.”  They eagerly pulled off their pink fluffy dresses.  They didn’t have any underwear underneath, very nice.  I couldn’t tell them apart, so I said, “Erin, come and lie down on the bed here.”  The nearest one quickly laid down on the bed.

I had done the direct physical thing when I first got my power and had Lori lift her skirt directly, also when I had Becky deep throat me, but no direct physical programming since.  I had gotten a lot better and stronger with my power since then.  Reaching out, I cupped those beautiful breasts and pushed, thinking grow fewer pain nerves, more pleasure nerves, and pure pleasure right now.  Suddenly Erin arched her back, screamed silently, then passed out. 

I told Elisha, “Lie down next to your sister.”  She did so and I tried the same thing with identical results.  I moved down and did both of their clits and vaginas, also with the back arching orgasms, even though they were unconscious.  I also went to each of their holes from previous piercings and told the body to repair them.

I wished I could read what was wrong so I could fix it, or tell their body to fix it.  I had done a little research and supposedly their body was relearning to supply most of the chemicals needed to stay awake and aware, and that they would be lethargic and depressed a lot while this process took place.  I certainly didn’t want to tinker with their body chemicals, so I thought maybe a programmed solution.  I cupped each of their faces and sent, as strongly as I could, During the day, any time you are feeling tired or alone, you will remember than you are Kevin’s girl and your nipples will harden and your will get very excited sexually.  You will ache for him and if he isn’t available for a good fuck, you will find someplace to masturbate dreaming about him.  At night you will get with your sister and you will masturbate each other talking about how much you need Kevin and how wonderful he is.

I let them lay there for another half hour.  We only had fifteen minutes left, so I cupped their faces again and sent, “Wake up!”

They both sat up.  I pulled Erin to the edge of the bed, lifted her legs so her knees were on her shoulders.  I pulled out my cock and slid in.  She bit her lip, closed her eyes and sighed.  A couple of strokes and she had another backbreaking orgasm.  I pulled her sister into position and slid into her.  As she silently screamed and arched her back in orgasm, I pumped her full of cum.

Again as they were recovering, Erin took two fingers and scooped out a large blob of my cum from her sister’s pussy, then inserted it into her own.  I said, “Damn girls, that is so hot when you do that!”

As Erin licked her fingers clean, Elisha said, “We share everything.”

I said, “I like that.  Anyway, now you have to get your dresses on, because I have to go and you need to look innocent for your parents.”

They reluctantly put their dresses back on.  I led them back downstairs.  They weren’t pale anymore, in fact they were a bit flushed.  Donald and Sharon took one look and she said, “I don’t know how you do it, but thank you so very much!”  She was almost crying.

Embarrassed, I called out to the girls, “See you in school tomorrow!” and took off.

The two ex-orphans were still sleeping in the back of the car.  When we got to the house I had Cassie carry them in and put them on the couch.  Then I had her drive me over to the local real estate office.

I met with an agent.  She was middle aged and a bit prim looking.  She looked a little annoyed when a 14 year old sat down.  I said, “I know I am young.  Call Hartford Bank and Trust and verify that Kevin Anderson is a valid client.  I’ll wait.”  I didn’t feel like pushing her and I was curious to see if I could do this without pushing.

She looked up the number and called the bank.  After speaking with someone for a bit, she hung up and turned to me with a lot more respect.  “What can I do for you Mr. Anderson?”

“I need a house with a specific set of requirements.  Before building I would like to see if something is already available.”

“What do you need?”

“I need a house with at least 6 bedrooms, a large fully equipped kitchen, a large hall, a pool, preferably enclosed, a full external garage, minimum of 5 acres, and a high security fence.”

She blinked a few times, then said, “You realize that some place like that will cost several million dollars?”

“Yes.”

“I can think of one place if you want to take a look immediately.  Hold on and I will contact the agent for the property.”  She quickly grabbed the phone and started dialing.  She said into the phone, “Angie, I have a client here that is interested in the Van Neusen estate.  Could you meet us there in half an hour?...  Good.  See you there.”

I got into her car with her and she drove me out to the estate.  At first I thought she was heading for the orphanage, but it turned out that the estate was right across the street.  There was a high stone fence with spikes on top around the place and a big steel gate with a really pretty blonde lady standing there waiting.  She saw me get out of the car with the agent, blinked, but continued on like I was any other customer.  She gained quite a few points from me at that point.  I shook hands with her and exchanged names.  I asked, “Could you tell me something about the place?”

Angie said, “Sure.  It belonged to an old widower that died a few years ago.  Nobody officially knows what his income was, but many think he was a mob don.  Anyway, the place fell into receivership and is essentially for sale at the cost of the maintenance that has been needed.  Included are three guest houses, a fully equipped garage, and there is a large pool that can be enclosed in the winter.”  We were approaching the house now.  It was a huge monster with four pillars on the front.  There were ugly statues scattered all over the place.

“Not much for taste, this Van Neusen guy,” I commented.

Angie grinned and said, “I agree with you, but I couldn’t say anything in case you had the same tastes as old Van Neusen.”  She was gorgeous when she smiled.  No ring either!  “Going on, the house has a full kitchen, capable of cooking for 200 guests.  The dining hall opens into the 800 square foot dance hall.  On the other side of the house is the master bedroom with a library and a study.  Upstairs there are 6 large guest rooms, and 13 smaller bedrooms, each with a full bath.  In the bottom floor off of the kitchen, there are the servants’ quarters with 20 rooms, each with a half bath.  There are two full baths in the servants’ area as well.  There is a full attic.”

I laughed, “Stop, stop, stop!  It is perfect!  What is it going for?”

She gave me doe eyes and an innocent look, then said, “Only $5.6 Million.” 

I laughed again and said, “Can the look.  Hold on a sec.”  I turned to the original lady and said, “I want to work with Angie here.  I will write you a check for what you would get on commission, 4% which is $224,000.”  I pulled out my checkbook, wrote her a check and put it in her astounded hand.  I knew that standard commission for the finding agent was only 3%.  She said, “Thank you,” got up and left.  Just like that.

I pulled out both my lists and read them at Angie.  Then I said, “How would you like to be one of my Regular Girls?”

She clapped her hands and exclaimed, “I would love it!”

I said, “This is the new home for me and my girls, how would you like to live here?”

She hugged me while she was bouncing, “Oh, thank you, Master!  I would love to live here with you!”  She gave me a big kiss.

“Angie, how soon can we move into the house?”

“I can file the paperwork in the morning, we can move in by about noon tomorrow!” 

“Where do I have to be tomorrow morning for this?”

“Just stop by city hall at ten.  We can expedite it though.”

“Good.  Now get out of those clothes and come here!”

Angie slipped out of her dress and slip while I removed my shirt and jeans.  I laid her down on the carpet, lifted her knees to her shoulders, then rammed home.  Both of us were in perfect sync as we thrust.  We both came simultaneously, her with a grunt, an arched back, and a pretty beet red body flush, and I dumped a full load into her beautiful pussy.

I called Cassie on Angie’s cell and told her that she could go home now.  Then I had Angie drive me back to my parent’s house.  I told her to go home and get ready to move, that she could pick me up at the school around 9:30 tomorrow.

I went into the house.  Apparently Sarah was showing Angela and Christina around.  Chrissie was waiting in the corner.  Lacy and Maryanne were off exercising somewhere, Becky was cooking, making cookies I think, and the rest of the girls were watching TV.  I went to my dad who was sitting in the armchair with my mom naked on his lap, his right hand fingering her shaved pussy while she sighed and leaned against him.

“Dad, I have purchased a new house for me and the girls.  I will leave this one for you and mom.”  You think this is a wonderful idea.

“That is a wonderful idea, son.”

Geez, I felt like Obi-Wan Kenobi.

I got undressed, sat on the couch, and gestured Chrissie over to sit on my lap.  As she sat she slid my cock deep into her dripping pussy.  Then she leaned back against me, similar to the way my parents were sitting.  She slowly rode me as we watched NCIS: Los Angeles.  I left a good dose of spunk deep in her waiting pussy just before switching to the news at nine.

The top story was that another crime family had been wiped out by an unknown assassin.  I said to Chrissie, “Looks like your dad has been busy.  If you have skills like that, maybe I should make you my bodyguard.”  Chrissie didn’t say anything.

I slid out of her and we all headed upstairs to bed.  We ran into Sarah, Angela, and Christina who were exploring the bedroom.  I told them it was time for bed.  They stripped down and hopped into bed.  I pulled Angela over, flipped her legs up, then mounted her.  She let out a startled, “Oh!” then an “Ooh!”.  She was wrapped around me like and octopus before I knew what was happening to me.  She was thrusting hard back up at me.  She clamped down and held me tight as she started to orgasm over and over.  I didn’t last long and dumped whatever I had left after Chrissie into Angela, who felt the warmth and gripped me tighter as she orgasmed again and passed out, locked around me.  Sarah was watching and she started to laugh as I tried to dis-entangle myself.  I finally gave up, moved over to the center with Angela still wrapped around me and my cock still buried in her pussy, and went to sleep.

Chapter 14: Moving to the new house

The next morning I awoke with Angela still wrapped around me.  She was awake this time though.  She was orgasming over and over as she rode my morning wood.  I came in her again and this time she sighed and completely relaxed, falling off of me.  I got up and staggered to the bathroom.  Sarah was still standing there snickering.  I sent her a dirty look as I headed downstairs.  Today was a big day.  Buying the new house, getting the debit cards, getting some cell phones, and moving.

We did our usual parade to the bus.  I noticed that there was even more grouping than the day before on the bus.  A lot more cut off t-shirts and mini-skirts too.  Nice.  Very nice.  As Hannibal Smith used to say, “I love it when a plan comes together.”

School was fun.  I had to cut out after science though.  Angie picked me up at 9:30.  I slid into her VW, giving her a kiss and sliding my hand up her beautiful thigh and fingering her very wet pussy.  She bit her lip and said, “If you do that, we’ll never get there.”  I laughed and, giving her clit a tweak, settled back in my seat.

We arrived just before ten.  I was surprised when we went into the conference room to see the bank manager, Mr. Newt.  “Kevin, I hear you want the old Van Neusen place.”

“Yes,” I answered a little puzzled.  “Is there a problem?”

“No, no problem.  The paper on the house is owned by the bank.  I am here to sign the deed.  By the way, I have the debit cards that you wanted.”  He handed me an envelope.

“Well Mr. Newt.  It is nice that the money gets to stay in the bank.  Where do I sign?”

“There is one problem, you need an adult to cosign since you are under 16.  Sorry, but that is the law.”

I thought for a second, “Mr. Newt, can I be the owner of record if I have a cosigner?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then Angie here will cosign for me.”

Mr. Newt looked at Angie, she said, “Of course I will cosign for Kevin.” 

He lifted an eyebrow, but slid the paperwork across the desk.  I signed the bottom, knowing that Angie would make sure that it was legit.  She read through it quickly then signed it as well.  We slid the pile back, Mr. Newt signed, then pulled out a toaster, put it on the table, grinned and said, “This seems a little silly in your case, but it is the standard bank gift for new homeowners.”  Then he also put a set of keys and a sheet of paper with numbers on it on the table.  “Here are the house keys and the security codes.”

I asked, “Do you want me to write a check, or can you just transfer the funds?”

“I’ll take care of it.  Enjoy your new house.”

“Later, Mr. Newt.”  I got up grabbed the keys and toaster, and then headed out.  Angie on my tail.

“Angie, we have two more stops to make before going back to the school.  We need to stop at the cell phone place down the block.”  We headed out, a few people I passed said, “Good Morning, Kevin.”  It seemed that everyone knew me, but I am sure that they didn’t know how they knew me.

Down the street I got a good deal on ten cell phones.  I pocketed one and put the rest in my backpack.  Next door to the cell store was a jewelry store.  I went in and ordered 20 gold rings with a hard mounted diamond that could cut glass.  I think that having a diamond and not being able to use it is stupid. 

Angie drove me back to school just in time for lunch.  At the table I first gave Chrissie, Carla, and Sarah their cards and phones.  I also gave a phone to Tanisha and told her to call her mom.  Besides the one I had for Becky, I had four phones left.  I kept them for later.  The girls spent the rest of lunch oohing and aahing over the cards and phones.  Just before the end of the lunch period, I passed out a slip of paper to all the girls with the new address and my cell number on it.  They all started squealing, clapping their hands, and whispering back and forth.  I told them that all the girls staying at my house right now will be moving there tonight.  That reminded me, I got out my cell, called information, and got connected to a local moving company.  I ordered a small truck for this evening to go between my parents’ house and the new house.  I also called and arranged for the electric and water to be turned on.  As the last thing, I went to the office and made sure that the bus pickup for both Becky in high school and the rest of us in middle school would pickup in front of the estate tomorrow.  The fussed a bit about changing routes in the middle of the semester, but a good push from me got them going.  It turned out that the bus stopped for a few students like Sarah at the orphanage across the street anyway.  While I was at it I registered Angela and Christina who would start Monday.

When we got home that evening, I gave Becky her card and phone.  I told the girls to get ready for the movers; that they would be there at five.  We all got busy, essentially packing up everything upstairs.  The new house was furnished, so we really didn’t need much.  The movers arrived and packed up all the stuff.  We took the suburban and packed everyone into it.  We got over to the estate and I punched the code into the gate.  As we drove up the driveway, all the girls were glued to the windows, staring out in awe.  We got up to the main house.  I directed the movers to put my stuff in the master bedroom, Carla’s stuff in one of the larger bedrooms since she shared it a lot of the time, and another large bedroom as a beauty room.  Angie showed up with a few boxes and suitcases while we were unpacking.  I put her and the other regular girls in the smaller bedrooms, the sub-girls got the servants’ quarters.  The master bedroom had a king size bed.  We all eleven collapsed on the giant bed, exhausted.  Before I fell asleep I remembered to call Cassie and Jenny and tell them where we were and the gate code so they could move in.

Chapter 15: Settling in

I awoke to Chrissie teaching someone to give blowjobs again.  I erupted almost immediately and someone slurped it all up.  Opening my eyes I about had a heart attack when I saw Christina licking her lips.  Not wanting to confront that I headed for the bathroom where both Sarah and Carla joined me for a good mutual scrubbing.  I left a second morning load deep in Sarah’s beautiful pussy as well.

We wandered across to the kitchen where Becky had figured out how to make sausage and eggs.  She had gone and hit the local convenience store earlier.  The kitchen was huge, four ovens, a walk in freezer, a walk in refrigerator, three food prep counters, and a large table for informal meals.  I asked Angie if she knew anyone in the maintenance business, that we needed someone who knew how to run all the estate equipment and knew about the pool and things like that.

“I don’t know anyone in the business, but I do know someone who knows the business.  My roommate that I was living with until last night, her father used to run a maintenance company until he died.  She knows all the ins and outs.”

“Is she as pretty as you?”

“She is pretty, I don’t know how pretty you would think she is.”

“While the rest of you girls go on to school, Angie will take me to see her ex-roommate… What is her name?”

“Natasha or Natalie.”

“… Natalie.  What does she do for a living right now?”

“She works as a mechanic at the car dealership, but wants her own garage.”

“Perfect.  Let’s get dressed and head over there.”  I turned to Becky, who was standing there waiting to clear the table.  “Becky, be sure to tell all of my girls at the high school today to be here Saturday.”

As the girls were marching down the driveway toward the waiting bus, we slipped out and Angie drove me to the Chevy dealership downtown.  When we got there, she led me around back to the garage.  In one of the bays there were a pair of legs that looked very feminine, even in coveralls, sticking out from under a car.  I whipped out my primary list and read it fast, sending an image of myself as well.

Angie called out, “Natalie, can you come out here for a sec?”

When she slid out from under the car, my first thought was, It can’t be!  Then I looked a little closer and thought, No it isn’t, but she sure is damn close.  She was a dead ringer, from head to toe, for Angelina Jolie.

She looked at me, blinked, then said, “Hi Kevin!”

Angie looked surprised and said, “You know him?”

“I don’t know from where, but I recognize him.”

“Angie was telling me about you.  How would you like to be one of my sub-girls and come work for me?”

“Really?  That would be cool.  I would love to get out of this place.  The boss keeps hitting on me all the time.”

“Well, I’d be your new boss, and I promise that I will hit on you all the time.”

“Yeah, but you’re Kevin!  I want you to hit on me.”  Suddenly she blushed, “Wow, I can’t believe I said that.”

Angie smiled and said, “I know how you feel, sister.”

I pulled out my second list and sent it to her.  Then I stepped forward, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her.  She stood there with a look of utter contentment, eyes shut, head tilted back a little, completely relaxed.  I whispered in her ear, “You are mine now.”  She gasped and nearly collapsed, having to lean on the car to stay on her feet.

“Angie, why don’t you fill in Natalie, I am going to go look at cars.”  I left them there, Angie rapidly talking, Natalie asking the occasional question.  In the show room I looked around at all the nice shiny new cars.  While I wanted one, I wouldn’t have a driver’s license for another two years, and it would take pushing too many people to change that at this point.  What I was waiting for was a salesperson.

It took a while, I think that they thought I was just looking while my dad had a car being fixed or something, but finally a salesperson came over.  I grinned at him and said, “Lost the draw, eh?” 

He looked a little sheepish.  “How may I help you?”

“My family needs a big van, fully loaded.”

His eyes got big.  A custom van was over $50K.  A very nice commission.  “We don’t have any on the floor, but we have several out in the lot.  If you will come this way…”  He led me out back where they had three custom vans parked.

One had a small V6, so I checked out the other two.  They were virtually identical and had full custom interior and big V8s.  Then I saw Natalie and Angie coming out of the building.  I called over to them, “Natalie, come here a second.”  She jogged over, the sales guy ogling her the whole way.  She grinned at him and wiggled her butt.  She was programmed to show off now, and she sure had the equipment for it.

I grinned and said, “Natalie, are these vans a good purchase?”

“I checked them over when they arrived.  They are in good shape.  Are you thinking about one for the estate?”

“Yes, we need to transport quite a few people, and I don’t really want a mini-bus.”  I turned to the salesman and said, “We’ll take both.  Natalie will cosign for me.”

He gulped, gave Natalie a funny look, then led us back to the building.  “Let’s stop by the finance officer and see what we can do.”

I grinned again, “Can you put it on my Visa?”

He gulped again, and said, “Sure.  We can do that over at the cashier’s desk.”  We went over and ran the card for the $120K.  Both he and the cashier about fainted when it went through!  He was muttering, “More than I make in 3 years…”  But his commission was 5%, so he was very happy.  We went to his desk and signed the papers.

I turned to the girls and said, “Angie, you need to take me to school.  Natalie, take one of the vans, go back to your place and start packing.  Angie will join you and help you move to the apartment above the garage at the estate.  We can pick up the other van later.  We also have Angie’s VW and Cassie’s Corvette as cars for the estate.  After checking out what maintenance needs to be done at the estate, including putting up the winter cover on the pool area and filling the pool, take inventory of the garage and create a list of everything you need or have ever desired for your own service garage.”

“Oh thank you, Ma… Kevin!” She changed the title when she saw the sales guy still there.  I could tell she really wanted to hug me, but couldn’t.  She bounced off with the van keys.  I thanked the bemused sales guy and we left.

As we drove back to school, I asked, “Angie, do you like your job?”

She thought for a moment, “Yes I do.”

“Then I hope you are writing all this off as new client time.  After helping Natalie, make sure you get back to work.  As long as you enjoy it, you keep working.  Just remember that you don’t have to work now if you don’t want to.”

“Thanks, Master.  You are so thoughtful and understanding.  I am glad that I am one of your girls.”

“You are welcome.”  We had arrived at the school, so I kissed her and fingered her to an orgasm.  As she was recovering, I got out and headed inside.  I had just missed science; to I headed to third period.

When I got to class, Maria was crying in the corner.  She was a very hot Latina girl with long smooth legs, almost at nice as Lori’s.  I went over to her and asked, “Maria, are you okay?  What is wrong?”

She looked up in surprise, then sobbed, “I-I was out sick for a few days, and when I got in this morning, none of my f-friends would even talk to m-me.”  Then she started sobbing again.

I felt a little guilty, she didn’t understand that without a guy, she was outcast.  I pulled out my main list and sent it to her.  She kept crying, “A-All the guys are taken.” 

I said, “Would you like to be one of my sub-girls?”

Sniff-sniff, “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, Kevin, that would be so maravilloso!”  She wrapped her arms around me in a big hug.  As I hugged her, I sent the second list.  She whispered, “Ai, Master, I love you muy bueno!”

I noticed that the teacher was giving us dirty looks, so I said, “We need to pay attention in class now mi muchacha, meet me with your new hermanas auxiliares at lunch.”

She didn’t pay much attention in class, spending most of it giving me hot looks.  She reluctantly left for her next class.  I went to see George.

He was at his desk, going over some papers.  “Hey Kevin, how the plan for world domination coming?”

I winced.  “Don’t even joke about that!  I don’t want the world, just me and my ladies.”

“So what’s up?”

“I used some of the money from that mob hit man I mentioned, who doesn’t even remember me anymore, by the way, to buy a new house.”

“Sounds interesting, but I have to say, so…?”

“It is actually an estate out north of town.  I thought I would offer you the use of one of the guest cottages for you and your ladies.  It has two bedrooms, and a big Jacuzzi.”

“That’s a pretty generous offer, are you sure?”

“I like having someone to talk to once in a while, I would just have to make sure your ladies wouldn’t talk about anything that happens on the estate.”

He looked angry for a second, then surprised, “Wow, I was actually feeling protective for a minute there.  I assume it wouldn’t affect them any?”

“No, just a subconscious desire never to tell anyone about the estate.”

“Heck, with everything else you programmed into them, that is negligible.  I can live with that.”

I handed him the keys and the security code.  “Here are the keys.  It is the old Van Neusen place just north of town across from the Children’s home.  The first cottage inside the gates to the right.  If you leave your car there, we have a very good mechanic too.”

“Oh, and I may invite some of the orphans, who are friends of some of my girls, over to use the pool once in a while, usually Sundays.  You would probably never see them.  Is that okay?”

“It’s your place.”

“Cool.  See you later then.”

I went around the school and resent the primary list for all the kids and teachers who had been absent last time.  At lunch, I talked with Sarah and Angela.  “You still have friends at the orphanage, don’t you?”

Sarah said sadly, “Yes.  I really feel sorry for those girls, they cannot get a guy, being stuck in that place.”

“Well Sarah, you know that you are a regular girl now, so if you have a friend there who is pretty, you can recruit her as a sub-girl.”

“Wow, I had forgotten all about that!  Neat!”

“Limit yourself.  Okay?  Also, for the remaining girls, you can use your card and buy things to help them out.  In fact, why don’t you take them all shopping for new dresses, and toys for the younger girls?”

“Really?  Thanks!”

“Just remember that you are responsible now.  While you can order sub-girls to do anything, you are also responsible for their well being.  You also have complete autonomy to use that card for helping your friends, remember that you are one of my Regular Girls and so you have more power than most adults.”

“I understand, don’t worry.  I would never do anything to hurt my new family.”

I gave her a hug and sent, Sarah, I love you.  She teared up and hugged me back.

I told all the girls that Saturday was the day they should all be at the house.  I added, “If you have a prior commitment with your parents, just let me know.  I don’t want you to get in trouble with your parents.  Also, don’t forget you can come over at any time.”

When we got home that evening, there were three delivery trucks.  One was filling the freezer, one was filling the refrigerator, and one was delivering exercise equipment that was going into the servant’s living room, next to the kitchen.  Becky had been busy.  I went out back and the winter roof was already up and over the pool area and the pool was filling.  Dang, these girls were efficient.

I went and found Natalie in the garage, doing the inventory like I said.  I came up behind her, cupped her breasts and kissed her neck.  She sighed and leaned back against me.  I pulled her up to the bedroom upstairs and peeled off her coveralls, t-shirt and panties.  Laying her back on the bed I pulled off my pants, lifted her legs, then slid home, popping her cherry.  We slowly fucked for the next hour or so, she came several times culminating in one giant back breaking orgasm as I came, filling her belly with warmth.  She laid there exhausted whispering over and over, “I love you, Kevin”.

I headed back to the main house.  The smell of roasting meat was wafting in from the kitchen.  I went in and Becky was cooking up a few steaks.  She was wearing only an apron.  Instantly hard again I came up behind her and gave her a big hug, squeezing her beautiful breasts while my cock pressed up against her bare butt.  She sighed but continued cooking.  I said, “Becky, come to me after dinner.  I am very proud of you.”  She grunted and clenched her teeth as she orgasmed at the praise.

 I squeezed her bare cheek and she orgasmed again.  Grinning, I left the kitchen before the meal was ruined.  I headed for my study and did my homework.

Chapter 16:

The next afternoon I was relaxing with Tanisha and Carla next to the pool when I got a call.  That was a little unusual, I had told the girls only for emergencies and they were pretty good about that.  I grabbed the phone and answered it.  It was Sarah.

“Kevin, I think you had better get over here.  I am at the Home and Father McLeary stopped by for this month’s going over of the books.  He is raising cain about missing students.  Sister Mary Josefina told him that you had taken us, but he doesn’t understand.”

I had been expecting this, hoping it wouldn’t come up for another few months.  I sighed, went and got dressed, then walked over to the Children’s Home.  I could hear the commotion from outside.  Marching into the lobby, Sarah and Angela rushed over and hid behind me.  I followed the bellowing to the main office off of the foyer.

As I walked in, I projected, Kevin (flash picture of me) is a living saint, second only to the holy trinity.  He is wonderful.  He is like Raphael and Valentine, patrons of lovers.  You trust him with all your heart.

There was a priest standing in front of Sister Mary Josefina.  They had stopped arguing and both turned to look at me.  He said, “Kevin, maybe you can help resolve this.  My records show that there are supposed to be 171 children here, but there are only 168 actually here.  Sister Josefina says that they went with you?”

“Yes they did.  Did the Sister also tell you that I made a significant contribution to the orphanage?”

“Yes she did.”  He had to save face for arguing earlier when his mind told him there wasn’t a reason now.  “If they went with you, the problem is the reduced number to students.  We get less money and we can barely afford them as it is.”

“That is why Sarah and Angela were visiting.  They were talking to the Sisters about getting new clothes and toys for the children.” 

He actually looked sheepish, “I beg your forgiveness Sister, Kevin, and you girls, I did not stop to access the situation before getting exercised over it.”

We all said, “No problem” and “You are forgiven”.  I relaxed.  I had one more thing to send to him and the ten nuns standing around pretending not to be eavesdropping, You know that Kevin is like a living saint, but you know that he likes his privacy.  You will not speak of him outside this town.  While you are here you may extol on how wonderful he is, but you will keep him out of any reports or stories you tell when not here in this town or at this Home.  Hopefully that will prevent them from reporting me to the diocese.  While I was thinking about it I added, Any girl who leaves here to live with me deserves respect.  They are now highly placed in society.  Hopefully that would make the them respect Sarah and Angela.

Tomorrow was Saturday and the girls were all coming over, but Sunday was still open.  “Sister, I would like to invite your top twenty students over Sunday for dinner around three, and afterward to have a few hours of playtime in my pool area.”  That is a fantastic idea.  It will bring the student morale up quite a bit.

Again I felt like Obi-Wan Kenobi as Sister Josefina said, “That is a fantastic idea.  That is just what we need to bring morale up a bit around here.  Sarah and Angela, will you pass on the word?  I will be making up a list and posting it in a few hours.”

“Yes, Sister Josefina!” 

“Also girls, when you are done, come back here and we can discuss what would be good for the girls as far as new clothes and toys.”

“Yes, Sister Josefina.”

“Now shoo, go tell them.”  She waved them out.  Turning to me she said, “Thank you again Kevin.  It was wise sending them to help out here since they know the place.”

“No problem Sister, anything I can do to help.  Also I have a live in maintenance lady if you have any emergencies of that type.”

“Thank you for the offer Kevin, I will probably take you up on that.  This place is close to a hundred years old and things are breaking down all the time.”

I took a piece of paper from the printer and wrote down my cell number.  “If you need me Sister, just call.  By the way, does the church allow you to celebrate Halloween?”

“As All Saints Day, yes.  Father, what is the current ruling on the secular celebration of Halloween?”

Father McLeary said, “Currently, the church allows it as long as the costumes are not evil.  No devils, witches, or the like.  Dressing up as a ballerina, princess, and things like that are considered acceptable.”

I offered, “When you are getting the dresses, also specify some costumes for the younger girls, we will have to run into the city to get them on time for Halloween on Monday, but I will make sure we get as many as we can.  Then they can all Trick or Treat at twilight on Monday over at my place.”

“That is a wonderful idea.  Sometimes it is so hard to raise these girls with ideas of proper traditions.”

“Good, then discuss it with Sarah and Angela. I have to get going now.”

“Thanks again, Kevin.”

I left and went back to the pool with Tanisha and Carla.  Ranisha had joined the sunbathers.  It was fun to be sunbathing at the end of October.  The retractable roof over the pool area was nice.  The pool was almost filled.  It would be ready to go in the morning.

I called Becky out to join us, I told her that Sunday we were having twenty guests and to have a meal and snacks afterwards, and to also get candy for Monday.  I told her that she should talk to the girls and find some helpers.  She took this stoically, so I did the first programming since her complete enslavement, You love cooking.  It is almost as rewarding as being with Kevin.  The greater the cooking challenge the more fun it is.  You know that Kevin loves how you cook so you will dedicate yourself to being the best chef you can, but remembering to keep yourself beautiful for Kevin is even higher priority than cooking.  You realize that you need some help with the large population of the estate, so you will find a nasty but beautiful girl, recruit her as a sub-girl, and bring her to Kevin for enslavement as soon as possible to help you in the estate kitchen.  If one girl isn’t enough, you may recruit until you have enough help.

I called for Cassie.  She was there almost immediately.  I realized that Chrissie, Lacy, Maryanne, Cassie, and Jenny were all standing just inside the door waiting for any commands from me.  “Cassie, you will find out who of the other Full Girls is good in the kitchen, and you and she will assist Becky until Becky’s new assistant is recruited.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Jenny, come here.”

She came over.  Damn, she was hot!  I had her take a seat on my hard pole.

The rest of the evening was quite enjoyable.

Chapter 17: Saturday with the girls

The girls started showing up at around seven in the morning.  At breakfast there were over twenty girls sitting or standing around slurping down cereal or eggs.  All naked, all perfect 10s.  By nine, all 39 girls were there.  I stood in the middle of the room and projected, You love being with Kevin and your sisters like this, you want to be with Kevin and your sisters as much as possible.  You will work hard to try to make sure at least every Saturday is free to get together like this.  If you have prior commitments, like cheerleading or a home family trip, you do that, but otherwise you will schedule yourself to be here.  If your parents have any problems with this, you will tell Kevin.  You trust Kevin with anything, you know that he is the most fantastic and wonderful Master ever to live, your pussy gets wet just being around him or thinking about him.

I mentioned that the pool area was now open.  Half of the girls went out to sunbathe and play.  I followed and the rest of the girls followed me.  It was like the video clips of the Playboy mansion, except all my girls were a lot hotter.  I wandered around to see all my girls.  All the ones with no personalities left stood near the door.  It really looked funny, so I sent, you really enjoy frolicking with your slave sisters, and you know that Kevin likes to watch you have fun, so you will play and/or sunbathe around the pool when your sisters are doing so, gossiping and having fun, just making sure at least one of Kevin’s Full Girls is near him in case he needs her.  Without any visible communication (I have to figure out how they do that) all of them except Chrissie took off for the pool.  She hung out around me as I made my rounds.

All the high school girls were sunbathing.  Natalie, Cassie, Becky and Jenny had joined them.  That was all of my older girls except Angie who I saw was with the rest of the girls in the pool.  I sat down next to Becky and asked, “So how are my girls doing at the High School?  Are they being proper role models?”

Becky looked serious for a minute as she thought about it.  “Yes they have.  I have observed them helping underclassmen with their appearance and to find a good guy.  Donna has been especially good at this, helping several freshmen girls find good guys.”

I knew Donna had to be one of the cheerleaders, “Which one is Donna?”

Becky pointed to a beautiful brown haired girl in the middle of the sunbathers.  I got up and went over to her.  I pulled her up, sat down, and then sat her down straddling me, my cock buried deep in her beautiful pussy.  She sighed and bit her lip.

“Donna, I hear that you have been a really good mentor and role model.  I am proud of you.”

“Oh, thank you, Master.”  She had a beautiful voice, deep and sultry. 

Time for some more re-enforcement, I sent to all the girls within range, You desperately want what Donna is getting, the perfect reward.  You will work harder at being good mentors for all the girls below you and you will discuss this among yourselves.  You really, really want a good fucking from Kevin and to feel his warm cum in your belly.  You will observe the girls above you to learn how to be better girls, since you know Kevin fucks his standard girls much more often.

Since I hadn’t cum for several hours, I rapidly filled her up.  As she arched her back, tensed all her muscles, and rolled her eyes back in her head, I could hear all the other girls sigh.  Looking around I could see that several of them had climaxed from just watching.  I lifted her off of me and placed her on the pool chair to recover.

Heading over to the other girls who were in the pool, I came up behind Sarah, gave her a big hug feeling my cock up against her ass, spun her around and kissed her.  I sent, I love you to her, and she hugged me tight, whispering in my ear, “I love you so much.”

I reluctantly pulled away and went over to Carla.  She was splashing around with Tanisha and Ranisha.  She saw me and said, “Did you hear?  You now owe Chrissie’s dad another $100.”

I rolled my eyes, “Gees, the guy was supposed to have himself out of the picture by now.  He must be really, really good.”  I turned to Chrissie, “I mentioned this before, and now I am sure.  You obviously have the athletic skills like your father.  I would like you to contact the local martial arts dojo, arrange for classes for you, Lacy, Maryanne, and any other girl of mine who wants them.  I want you three to train as my new bodyguards.  Take whatever classes you need for weapons as well.  You will purchase any weapons you need, if you have any difficulties, ask me.”

“Yes, Master,” was all she said.

I went over to where Angela and several other girls were sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling their legs in the water.  “Why are you all sitting here instead of in the pool?  It’s heated you know.”

Nachni answered, “We can’t swim.”

Angela blushed and said, “This is the first time I have ever been near a swimming pool.”

Surprised, I looked around and saw Alexis playing with Trish in the deep end.  They were swimming like pros.  “Hold on, I am going to get someone to help you.”  I swam over to the two of them.

“Alexis, Trish, I was wondering if you could help your sisters over there learn to swim.”  I said as I gestured over at the row of girls sitting on the edge.

Trish said, “Of course!” and the two of them immediately swam over and a minute later I saw them leading the troupe down the steps into the shallow end.  Raven, Marcy and Darcy were using the slide next to the waterfall.  Erin and Elisha were both playing in the waterfall.  I headed over there.

As soon as I arrived, I was surrounded by two sets of twins and Raven.  I hugged each of them, then pulled Marcy and Darcy over next to me.  As I cupped their beautiful asses, I asked, “Marcy and Darcy, you said that there was a home problem, what is it?”

Marcy (I could tell she was Marcy because she had a small birthmark on her left breast, her sister had an identical birthmark, but on the other breast) started, “Our parents died a year ago in a car accident.”

Darcy continued, “We were sent here to live with our aunt.  She is really nasty.  She and her two daughters treat us like hired help.  We’ll really get the chores since we took off to come here today, but it is worth it.”

Marcy added with a small grin, “We feel a bit like Cinderella, especially now that we have met the prince.”

“Well girls, it seems that you have two choices then, let me improve the attitude of your aunt and cousins, or you could be like Cinderella and move here to the palace.”

Marcy exclaimed, “Could we really move here?  That is like a fairy tale!”

Darcy said, “We would love to move here, but we would love to have the attitude improved with our aunt and her two nasty bitches as well, after all they are the only family we have.”

I pulled Marcy over and sat her down on my pole.  As she quivered and immediately started cumming, I said, “You have a family here.  We’ll take care of the problem this evening.”  I moved Marcy to the side and replaced her with Darcy who, like her sister, immediately started cumming, “For now, enjoy your day.”

I put Darcy next to Marcy and pulled Raven over.  A short time later she collapsed against me and I blasted her full of baby butter.  I just relaxed there next to the water fall surrounded by contented girls, Raven still on my lap.  I asked Erin, “Erin, how is your recovery coming?”

“Oh, Master!  It has been no problem at all!  Elisha and I would also like to thank you for getting us away from those awful drugs.  I just wish we had met you earlier.”  Both of them were crying.  Raven was still in my lap, so I gathered the two of them in on each side and gave them big hugs while they sobbed.

Elisha cried, “We wasted so much time hating everything and everyone!  I cannot even conceive of thinking that way now.  Master, I love you so much it hurts!”

Erin murmured, “I love you, Master,” as she and her sister shuddered and cried in my arms.

They cried themselves out in a few minutes.  I gathered them, Darcy and Marcy, and Raven, who was still snuggling with my rehardening cock still buried in her delectable pussy, and said, “We are all family here.  We, your sisters and I, all love you very much.”  Your new family loves you very much, and in return you love your new family, especially Kevin.  They snuggled in closer, if that is possible.

Chrissie was standing off to the side, still within calling distance of me, talking on her phone (now where did she keep it).  I watched as Lacy and Maryanne got up and came over (how did she communicate that).  Chrissie whispered to them for a minute then they went back to sunbathing and gossiping.

“Slave Chrissie, how did you signal Slave Lacy and Slave Maryanne just now?”

“I sent a mental message to them.”

“How did you send a mental message?”

“Slave Becky makes sure all your Full Girls can talk to each other.  We can help you better that way.”

This was interesting.  “Slave Chrissie, please call Slave Becky over.”

Without even a twitch from Chrissie, Becky got up and came over.  Chrissie went and sat down to sunbathe where Becky had been.

“Slave Becky, how do you teach the Full Girls to send mental messages?”

“I put my hands on them and wish them to be able to do it.”

Wow!  It seems that she had something similar to me.  “Have you always been able to do this?”

“Since I was about 14.  Seemed pretty useless to me until I needed to talk to Chrissie then the others without disturbing you.”

So I was saved by my sister’s stupidity.  I didn’t doubt that, had she been a bit smarter, she would have used this ability to her advantage.  Good thing I got to her before she figured out how to get to me.  I had better make sure of Carla before she developed anything though.  I called out, “Carla, would you come here a minute?”

Carla jumped up and dashed over.  As soon as she was within a few feet I started sending, You love Kevin, you will never attempt to influence him via any method except verbally or by using your hot sexy body.  You will tell him immediately if you are able to do any mental communications.  Carla was looking at me funny, “Master Kevin, what’s up?”

I grinned and said, “Just wanted to leer at your sexy bod for a minute.”

“You’re silly,” she said, struck a pinup pose, waited a minute and then went back to her game in the pool, wiggling her ass.  Raven squealed as she felt me re-harden in her pussy. 

I noticed Erin and Elisha and took a closer look at their former piercings.  Sure enough, they were gone.  It seemed that the physical programming worked as well.  One way to test it.  I reached over, and tweaked one of the nipple rings on each twin.  Both of them collapsed quivering and moaning.  I guess it worked.  I took their clit rings and gave them a twist, and they were suddenly flopping about like a fish out of water as they massively orgasmed and passed out.  I put Raven aside, much to her disappointment, then I made sure that the twins were out of the water, and headed over to the lounge chairs.  Without a word, Lacy got up and moved to the side with Becky so I would have her chair.  It was spooky.  I told the two of them to sit down at least.  They relaxed against the rock landscaping.  I sat down and relaxed.  As I was starting to doze off I saw Becky get up and head for the kitchen, I assume to start lunch for everyone.

I woke up feeling like I was being watched.  I cracked my eyelids and peeked out.  There were about 20 naked girls standing around me staring at my cock while masturbating.   The sight made me get hard fast.  Almost as one they all started rubbing faster and moaned.  I concentrated and broadcast as strongly as I could, Cum Now!  I sat up and grinned as all their eyes rolled back and they collapsed quivering on the ground.

Looking around it was a wonderful sight, but then I saw that I had broadcast too strongly.  I jumped out of the chair and ran over to the pool.  Several of the girls were passed out in the water, one already sinking.  I quickly dove in and rescued each of them, placing them on the side of the pool and then getting the next girl.  A minute later I was joined by Becky who must have seen or felt what had happened.  We managed to get all of them out of the pool.  Then we went around and made sure they were all still breathing.

I collapsed into a deck chair, Becky joining me in an exhausted cuddle.  Apparently I was getting stronger.  I had broadcast further than ever before, and it took over half an hour before the first girl woke up.  I asked Becky why she wasn’t affected, and apparently she was in the walk-in freezer when I had broadcast.  It was interesting to note that it blocked my signal.  Must be entirely metal lined.  She had come out of the freezer and had no response from her fellow Full Girls, so she immediately investigated.  I said, “I am very proud of you.  Remind me to reward you later this evening.”  She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip in a small orgasm from the praise, then said, “Thank you, Master.”

I went over to Sarah, the first girl I had pulled out of the pool.  She looked okay, she was breathing well and actually looked damn sexy lying there.  I picked her up and carried her back to a deck chair, laid her out, lifted her legs up to her shoulders, then slowly started fucking her.  I sent directly to her, I love you.  She opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around me and said, “Oh, Master, I love you so much.”  We both rapidly came, she nearly passed out again.  Afterwards, as we cuddled on the chair, she glanced around at all the unconscious girls and said, “Master, what happened?”

“They all orgasmed really, really strongly and passed out.”

She looked at me and said, “Master, you should be more careful.  Someone could get hurt.”

I was surprised that she realized I had done it.  Some of my surprise must have shown on my face because she slapped me in the shoulder and said, “I am not stupid you know.”  The same thing Dave had said.  So much for secrecy.

“No, you are definitely not stupid.  I love how smart you are.  I just try to keep certain things from being general knowledge.”

“It isn’t general knowledge, but I know Carla has figured it out too.  You also did something to Lacy, Maryanne, and Jenny in front of all the other girls.  Don’t worry about it, none of us would ever dream of telling anyone about what we do in private.”

I remembered that keeping things private was one of the clauses on the second list.  I guess I didn’t have to worry.  I snuggled up to Sarah and murmured, “You are so smart.  I love you.”

She snuggled back and said, “I love you too.”  I realized that I had said it aloud for the first time.  Oh well, it was true.

Some of the girls were coming around.  Even the ones who had almost drowned had big dreamy smiles.  Just to be sure, I put Sarah aside and went around to all the girls, smiling and talking to each of them for a minute.  Half of them stared into my eyes, the other half stared at my cock.  I ended up with one of the two hotties Becky had recruited.

I sat down next to her and she turned beet red with shyness, “Hello, I don’t think we’ve had a chance to talk.  What’s your name?”

She said, “Trisha.”

Just sitting there I started to get hard.  She was awesome, from her delicate toes, perfectly curved thighs, barely noticeable blonde bush, soft tummy, perfect C or D cup breasts with a tiny areola and big nipples, long neck, and an innocent face with big green eyes and slightly puffed lips.  She had ‘sex toy’ written all over her.

“Well, Trisha, tell me about yourself.  What are your hobbies?  What are you doing after graduation?”

“I used to collect Barbie dolls, and was planning on being a full time model.  I have done some modeling and I have a small portfolio.  Lately though, I have been working with my sisters here on how to be perfect girls for you.  I don’t think modeling is the career for me anymore, I just want to be the perfect girl for you.  Maybe even some day make it to Standard Girl.” 

She was getting redder and redder as she told me all this.  What was fascinating was that her nipples were getting harder and harder at the same time.  I thought for a minute, then reached out and started playing with the nipple closest to me.  “Trisha, you know I like my girls helping others.  We sponsor an orphanage and I think it would be great if you moved your Barbie collection to a room on the estate here and recruited a few of the younger orphans to assist you with it.  Take them under your wing, so to speak.”

“Oh!  What a wonderful idea, Master!”  She looked really excited at the idea.  She was gasping a little from the nipple stimulation as well.

“And I think you need to lift those knees to your shoulders so I can fuck you silly.”

With an excited grin she did so, while saying, “An even better idea, Master!”

I moved over and slid into the warmest smoothest snatch I have ever had the privilege to fuck.  Damn, this girl was made to be a sex toy!  She had the perfect jiggle when I rammed in and threw her head back perfectly.  She knew exactly how to cross her legs behind my back and how to nip on my lips with her lips and tongue.  It was the most perfect fuck of my life.  Not the best, but the most perfect.  Even her orgasm hit her at the exact same time mine did.

As I got up, I saw a little blood on my cock.  She was a virgin?  Wow.  Natural talent there!  I could have sworn she was the most experienced girl I had ever had sex with.  I said, “You and I are going to have to do that a lot!”

With a dreamy voice she said, “You bet we are!”

To clean up I turned and dived into the pool.  I came up behind Maria and gave her a big hug.  I was still slightly hard so I slid up into her.  Her pussy grabbed me and rippled along my cock.  Holy crap!  In no time I was leaving a deposit in her wonderful quim.  She collapsed against me as I said, “Very nice, mi chica,” and tweaked her nice nips. 

As I climbed out of the pool, Becky came up to me and said, “Your rings were just delivered.”

Great!  “Where are they?”  I kind of wondered if she had put anything on to take the delivery.  With her programming to show off, I figure that she probably didn’t.  Bet the UPS guy was happy.

Becky left and came back with a big box.  I looked inside and checked one of the rings.  Perfect.

I called out, “Ladies, your attention please!”  It was instantly quiet.  “Will all Full Girls and Standard Girls please come here?”  As they got in line, I went one by one and slid a ring on their left ring finger.  Rapidly they were oohing and aahing in little groups over the rings.  Since they were under orders to socialize and gossip, even the Full Girls were showing off their rings, all except for Becky who went back into the house to cook and my current lookout, Maryanne.  When I got to Sarah, I mentally sent, I love you as I slid the ring on her finger.  She bit her lip, but stared me straight in the eyes.

The rest of the day went well.  I managed to send Nachni and Raven home with loads from me as well, much to their delight.  I had Marcy and Darcy stay so we could take care of their family problem.

We got dressed, piled into a van, and headed over to the twins’ house.

As Marcy and Darcy went up the sidewalk, a droopy bodied middle aged lady with smoke fried hair came out, going on and on about how she had missed the girls, ending with, “Why don’t you go in the house and do your chores, dears.”  Nobody was fooled.  She might have been attractive twenty years before but now was just scary.

I sent/told her, “Go sit on the couch and wait.”  It had worked for Chrissie’s dad after all.  I told everyone except the twins to wait in the van.  They reluctantly went.  The twins and I followed her in.

Inside, the place was so clean that it felt wrong to walk on the floors, until we reached the living room, that is.  The easy chair was covered with crumbs and gunk, and was surrounded by cigarette butts and beer bottles.  It was obviously where the nasty woman had been sitting, watching TV.

“Where are your cousins?” I asked the twins.

Darcy said, “Probably upstairs, primping.”

I turned to their mother and said, “Call them down.”

She glared at me, but yelled, “Sunshine and Sunray, get your asses down here!”

A minute later two more twins came down the stairs.  I couldn’t believe my eyes, they looked almost exactly like Marcy and Darcy.  The blond hair, perfect body, even down to the little birthmark just below the left ear.  I had thought that the evil step-sisters were supposed to be ugly.

“Go sit with your mother on the couch,” I ordered.  The two of them went and sat on the couch.

I asked the fried woman what her name was.

“Sunny.”  Of course.  I rolled my eyes.

“Sunny, your two daughters and your two nieces will move out.  You are happy about this, because you will have the house to yourself.  You can now bring home dates without worrying if they will ignore you and go after the girls, whom you are very jealous of.  Once they go out the door, you will forget they ever existed.  If you see something around this house that reminds you of them, you will immediately get rid of it and forget them again.”

I read my two lists to Sunshine and Sunray.

“Sunshine and Sunray, you now belong to me as sub-girls.  Your specific duties are to take care of your cousins Marcy and Darcy.  Now go pack both yours and Marcy and Darcy’s things in the car.”

When they were finished, I sent them all to wait in the car.

“Sunny, as I walk out the door, you will remove anything in this house that reminds you of the girls and then forget they ever existed.”

I left the house and we drove back to the estate.  The two sets of twins collapsed in a room upstairs, emotionally exhausted.  The rest of us retired to the den and collapsed on the big couch, Carla sitting in my lap.  We all dragged ourselves to the big bedroom and were out like lights.

Chapter 18: Sunday and Monday with the orphans

The next day was orphan day.  I knew my girls varied in religion from Muslim to Jewish to Orthodox, but everyone loves an orphan (or should anyway).  We all got dressed.  I had forgotten about the clothes part of the list so I had a household of cutoff t-shirts and bandana tops.  And when they bent over, those minis sure were nice!  It was actually more erotic than when they were nude.  I had Sarah, Angela and Christina put some more clothes on then sent them over to coordinate; I was expecting the group around one.  Becky was busy with several of the other girls in the kitchen, whipping up a big meal for half past one.  For the later party around the pool, we had hot dogs and pizza.

At about 12:45, Sarah buzzed the gate as a warning before she led the group of girls in.  I was watching out the window and my first thought was that twenty was an awful lot.  We would have to do groups of ten or fifteen in the future.  The orphans had heads on swivels as they marched up the drive.  They were all wearing dresses that Sarah must have picked up, they all were new and quite pretty.

Lunch/Dinner was much more sedate than I expected.  I liked Sarah’s adaptation of the prayer, all the references to God were changed to, “Kevin and God”.  The kids dug in with gusto, I don’t think a lot of them had ever had food that good.  They were all very polite.  When they were all finishing up, I stood and said, “Ladies, thank you for visiting.  Sister Mary Josefina has told me that you have the best grades in your school, so you have earned this special afternoon.  Whether you are invited back is contingent on your behavior today.  But don’t worry too much about that, you are here to have fun!  The pool is open!”

They ran out, but a problem soon was apparent.  None of them had suits!  I called them all together, took a group picture of them for the Nuns, then sent as strongly as I could, It is okay to swim and sunbathe without a suit here at Kevin’s house.  Since it is Kevin you are safe and happy.  Maybe he will even like you so you can stay if you are pretty and sexy enough.  You really want to take off the dress and go for a swim.  You know that this is unusual, so you won’t tell anyone.  I said, “Girls, you can leave the dresses over by the kitchen.”

One girl had her dress and panties stripped off in no time.  She ran to the pool, yelled, “Cannonball!” and barreled in.  The second problem was soon apparent.  Most of them got in, but just stood there in the shallow end.  Only a few of the girls knew how to swim!  Sarah and Angela were soon was in the pool giving lessons.

I checked out the girls.  There were only two who were pretty enough for me, the rest having the beauty of youth, but were otherwise rather plain, although one could be pretty if she lost about thirty pounds.  Of the two, one of them was a bit young, being only about eleven, maybe twelve, but she was gorgeous.  The other girl was pretty, not as pretty as Sarah or Angela, but pretty.  She was nicely blonde, a real blonde.  The right age as well, fourteen or fifteen.  Sometimes I wonder why girls like that are still in the orphanages.

I stripped down and started my rounds, saying hi to each of the girls.  Every one spent the entire time I was talking to them staring at my cock.  I got to the overweight but pretty redhead first.  I asked her name (Rhonda), and exchanged pleasantries while I sent, You can see that Kevin is interested in you.  You need to lose weight and work out a bit so you can be sexy for him and he will pick you.  You want to eat less and exercise so Kevin will pick you.  Maybe you can even play with that wonderful cock of his.  He might even make love to you.

I came upon the blonde next.  She couldn’t keep her eyes off of my cock, especially since I had a semi at this point.  “What is your name?”

“D-Dorothy.”  I swear she licked her lips!  I also noticed that even though she hadn’t gone in the pool yet, her pussy was dripping down her leg!  This was one oversexed honey.  I flexed my cock and she licked her lips again and swallowed.

“So what did you do to earn this outing?”  You want to suck that cock so bad that it hurts.

“I-I have a green thumb, sir.  My teacher says that she has never seen anyone as good as me with plants.”  She was obviously very proud of her skills.  Glancing around at the poor shape of the grounds, I decided that we could use her.

“Come with me for a minute.”  I extended my hand.  She was shaking, but she took it.  I led her into the house.  “You may suck on it if you want,” I said when we were away from the main group.

She eagerly fell to her knees and slurped up my cock.  For a beginner, she was very good.  Suddenly she moaned, closed her eyes, and twitched as she came.

“Dorothy, do you want to be one of my sub-girls and help with the grounds here at the estate?”

“Yes!” she shouted as she also nodded, my cock still buried in her mouth.  I let her suck for a while, but I held back, wanting to save myself for later.  I led her back to the party.  I continued on, talking to all the girls, until I reached the beautiful young girl.

“So what is your name?”

“Dymphna, but everyone calls me Dolly.”  Gees, where to the Nuns get these names?

“So what did you do to get invited?”

“Nothing,” she grinned, “I snuck into the group.”

I liked this kid.  “So you do that a lot?”

“Naw, it just sounded like fun.  I heard you when you told sister grey-pants, I was hiding in the vent above the office.”

I was really liking this kid.  She had a personality.  She was starting to fill out and I could see that she would easily be one of the hottest girls I have ever met in about a year.  I made up my mind on the spot.  “Dolly, how would you like to move in here as one of my sub-girls?”

She looked sad, “I would, but I have several younger girls that I look after back at the home.  I couldn’t just abandon them.”

Damn!  She has a sense of honor that overpowers even my main list!  I was liking this girl more and more.  “You know that if you lived here, you could go and visit the home any time you want, and they could come over and visit here.”  Maybe if I was here I could convince Kevin to take in the other girls too!  Besides, he is really cute and I really want to play with that gorgeous cock of his, maybe I can even fuck him.  Yes, that is what I want to do, sounds like fun!  I phrased it all in the first person to make it stronger and used all my strength aimed just at her.

“Oh, okay, I’ll be one of your sub-girls.  Are you sure that you can’t take in the girls I look after?”

“Not right now, maybe later.  Besides, I haven’t met them yet.  Make sense?”  I asked her that since she was a thinker and would respond to that.

“Yeah, I can see that.  So what is the plan?”

“Dorothy is also joining my girls.  The two of you will go back after the party and Sarah will take care of the paperwork.  You’ll move in tonight.”

“Cool.”

It was about five and Becky rolled out the grill and pizza maker.  She stuffed a frozen pizza in the pizza maker and put some dogs and brats on the grill.  Soon there was a crowd around the grill.  Nice view from behind.  Forty asses.

Soon all the girls had to head back.  Lots of moaning and a few were crying.  I stood in their midst and broadcast the thought that they couldn’t tell anyone outside of the party that they and I went without suits the whole afternoon.  I called Sarah over and told her that Dorothy and Dolly were joining us and to make sure she got all the documentation on them when she came back.  Her only comment was, “Dolly, eh?  Well, they say life is an adventure, and she sure loves adventure!”

That evening as I slowly made love to Dorothy in bed, Dolly kept sneaking in and licking my cock and balls.  Soon she was taking turns with Christina and Ranisha.  That night I fell asleep with them all around me.  The next morning I awoke to Sarah giving Dolly blowjob lessons.  She was very good, and added quite a bit of extrapolation.  She got a nice load down her throat.  I put my second morning load deep in Sarah during the morning shower.

At Becky’s wonderful breakfast, I realized I had forgotten that it was Halloween as half of my girls showed up in their costumes.  The other half scrambled back to their rooms to change, dragging Dorothy and Dolly with them to find them costumes.

It was fun following the bevy of witches, ballerinas, and other assorted costumed girls down to the bus.  Dorothy was dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.  I guess that was an obvious costume. 

When we got to school I took Dorothy and Dolly to the office and got them registered.  By this point the office ladies didn’t even question me.  Dolly went to the attached elementary school, fifth grade.  I had registered Christina for the fourth grade last week so that wasn’t an issue either.  I took care of my absences last week and also made sure Sarah was excused from today while she was in the city picking up clothes and toys for the orphanage.  Cassie was driving her around and helping.  I also let them know that I was assisting with the voting tomorrow and would be out of school then too.

At lunch I was happy to see several of my girls sitting at other tables, animatedly talking to other girls, teaching them how to be proper girls I guess.  My lesson on Saturday had sunk home.  Good.  In fact we were eating lunch when a girl, not that bad looking, came up and sat down next to Nachni, her head bowed.  “Madam Nachni,” she started, “can I ask you a favor?”

Nachni, slightly surprised, smoothly said, “Sure, what can I do for you?”

“My sisters and I were wondering if you could talk to us about being one of Kevin’s girls.  Also I was wondering if you would consent to be interviewed for an article for the school paper?”

Nachni glanced at me, curious, I nodded yes.  She turned to the girl and said, “Sure.”  Nachni got up and went off with the girl.  I hoped there wouldn’t be too much of a problem with a newspaper article, and I thought that the school newspaper was a good test bed for that type of thing.

That evening we had a long string of ballerinas and princesses.  I took six of them aside and got their names.  The orphans, even the older ones in their mid-teens, were having the time of their life, being allowed to trick-or-treat.  Between groups of girls, I got the story from Sarah.  She was a little worried that she spent too much, she spent over $30K on dresses and toys.  I assured her that as long as she didn’t do it all the time; to just feel good about helping.  As it was getting dark around 6:30, Sister Mary Josefina showed up and told us that this was the last group.  She thanked us profusely.

That night I made slow love to Sarah, and then fell asleep in her arms.  The next morning someone was pole sitting, so I thrust up, breaking another cherry.  Curious, I opened my eyes and Dolly was slowly fucking me.  She looked me in the eye, grinned, and rammed down hard.  Needless to say, a few more of those and we were both cumming.  After a very mutually satisfactory orgasm, she got up with a slurp and a grin, and dashed off.

Chapter 19: Setting the social standard

I had Cassie drive me over to city hall.  I did my rounds with the list again, and then settled down in the voting center that was set up in the lobby.  I wasn’t allowed in the center itself, and I really didn’t want to push it, so I sat next to the entrance and sent my list every time a person or group came through, again adding mental pictures of myself and my line about privacy.  There was quite the crowd at lunch and again around four.  I had Cassie get us subs for lunch.  When the polling closed at six, I had a slight headache, but I had sent my reorganization to several thousand people.  Before all the stores along main street closed, I had Cassie drive past each of them, rereading my list over and over for all the store owners and workers who didn’t vote.  Then we headed out to the mall on the edge of town and did the same thing, walking around the mall.  When we got home I just collapsed in front of the TV and watched NCIS, several of my girls cuddled around me.

The next few days were just relaxing.  On the local news the only real sign of my work was the greatly increased reporting of rape.  Apparently my rule about reporting such things to the police was working.  There had been over thirty reports of child abuse, and eight reports of rape.  The police were a bit overwhelmed.  Worried, I snuck into the police station and took a look at the reports.  They were all pre-existing felonies that wouldn’t have been reported otherwise.  I felt much better.  Other crimes really dropped off so that helped.  The jewelry store in town was doing a rip-roaring business.  Guys were getting their girls rings similar (but not nearly as expensive) as the ones I got my Standard Girls.  All this was taking place at an unbelievable pace.  By Friday of the week I did the voting reorganization, it was like a new town.  Nearly everyone was much happier, people were going out of their ways to help others, and people were basically more contented with their lives.

The first sign of new social issues was when one of my girls came to me.  It was Sandy, one of the hotties that Becky recruited.  Being Saturday, all my girls (except for Raven who was on a family trip) were at the estate.  I didn’t know her all that well, the last time I talked to her was when she was recruited.

“Master, I have a problem,” she said hesitatingly.

“Sandy, you can always bring your problems to me, even math ones, although I won’t necessarily be able to help you with those.”  I got a few grins with that one, and it also relaxed Sandy a little, which was the intent.  I gestured Sandy to sit down next to me on the pool bench.

“Master, my step-dad wants me to be my awful step-brother’s sub-girl.  He is really pressuring me.”

“I take it from the way you said ‘awful’, that you don’t want to be his sub-girl?”

“NO!” she said loudly, then more quietly, “I mean no.  He is dirty, mean, and I want nothing to do with him.  Besides, I am already your sub-girl, and I like it here, and I love you.”

“I take it that saying that to your step-brother and step-dad doesn’t help?”

“They think that I am their property to do with what they want.  My mother died five years ago and my step-dad ignored me until recently when he essentially promised me to Greg.  I was pretty upset and didn’t know what to do until Becky came by and asked me to be one of your sub-girls.  It was a dream come true.”

“How old are you Sandy?”

“I turned 18 last week.”

“You should have said something, we would have had a party!”

“Well, it was my first time here and I didn’t want to rock the boat.”

“I see.  You know you are 18 now, so you could just move in here.”

“Wow, really?”

“Sure, just talk to Becky or Angie about getting gate codes and a room, then you can get with some of your sisters, and take a van and move in.”

“Oh, Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!”  she exclaimed while spontaneously kissing me.  I pulled her over and slid her down my hard pole, surprisingly popping her cherry in the process.  We had a nice mutual slow fuck for about a half hour, then she had a final climax while I painted her insides.  I gently put her down on the bench, then got up and went on to interview my other girls, I didn’t know any of the other High School cheerleaders except Donna. 

Becky was sunning herself with the cheerleaders, so I went up to her and asked, “How have my High School girls been doing?”

Like before, she thought for a minute, then said, “They have all been really good, helping the disadvantaged girls, being good examples, being good leaders in the school.”

I turned to Jenny and asked the same question.

“I agree with Becky.  They have all been really good leaders in the school.  Many of the girls who don’t belong to you hang on their every movement, but they are not being snooty about it.”

It seemed that they had all learned to be what I wanted them to be.  Knowing that they had all been listening, I looked around and said, “I am very proud of you all.”

They all chorused, “Thank you, Master!”

“I just told Sandy this, but when you turn 18 you can move in here, and if you are having troubles at home, come see me and we can move you in here earlier.”  A couple of them looked thoughtful on that one.

Turning to the closest one, a dark redhead with puffy nips, I asked, “What is your name?”

“Fiona, Master.”

“And what are your hobbies and your plans, Fiona?”

“I like to spend time with my parents; we are all members of the SCA.  I didn’t really have any plans for a major in college.”

I smiled and gave her leg a squeeze, then moved on to the dishwater blonde next to her, “What is your name?”

I went through all of them, Catlin (florist), Sarah (housewife), Donna (housewife), Tammy (nurse), Sunshine (pharmacist), Tam La (gymnast), Yoshi (chemist), and finally the last girl, “What is your name?”

“Wendy, Master.”

“And what do you do?”

“I like to fix cars.  I don’t have any brothers, so my dad spends a lot of time with me, repairing old hot rods.” 

Wow, she sounds like someone who would get along great with Natalie.  “I think that you should go talk to Natalie over there.”  I pointed to Natalie who was sunbathing on the other side of the pool.  Wendy got up and headed over there, soon the two of them were talking a mile a minute, waving their hands in the air and everything.

Donna, Sarah (the older), and Tammy came over to me.  Donna said, “We are all over 18 and would like to move in.”

“Wonderful!  Talk to Sandy, who is also moving, and coordinate your efforts.”  They headed over to the bench where Sandy was still sitting with a dreamy smile on her face.

Wendy came up to me and asked, “Master, I would like to move in with Natalie and help out with the estate and garage, if that is possible.”

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

“Do you think that your parents would go along with you moving here?  We can call it interning or something like that.”

“I think so, let me talk to them.”

That evening Wendy was carrying box into the carriage house/garage when I asked, “What did your parents say?”

“They said that I was over 16 and so had the right to choose my owner.  They were very happy that I was moving in with you instead of ‘some bum’, as they put it.”  I guess her parents vote.  This was the first sign that my social reorganization was working.  Cool.  I followed her upstairs.  The chauffeur’s apartment had two bedrooms, probably for a family, and she was taking the second. 

I followed her in, turned her around and pulled her into a big kiss.  Untying her handkerchief top, I moved down to her beautiful breasts, slurping up the left nipple while pinching the other.  I pushed her back onto the bed, sliding into her dripping wet pussy.  Moving back up we kissed while slowly making love, breaking in the bed.  Soon we both orgasmed, I deposited a nice dose of warm baby butter in her belly.  I left her collapsed on the bed, flushed, slowly panting, and with a big silly grin on her face.  I gave Natalie a big kiss as I headed back to the main house.

At the main house, Donna, Sarah and Tammy were moving in.  What was surprising was that Eve, Fiona, Catlin and Sunshine were also moving in.  Like Wendy they all said that their parents were happy that they were moving in with me instead of some other guy, and that they were over sixteen so they could choose their owner.  I must have really reached a lot of people.  I told Catlin that she could help with the estate gardens from now on.

At this point all my girls except three were living on the estate.  I wanted to know why Trisha, Tam La, and Yoshi were not there too.  I got dressed and had Cassie and Fiona get dressed as well.  Apparently my orders to socialize were having their effect, I could hear Cassie mutter to Fiona about how much she hated clothes.  Nothing about me or my dragging her out on a Saturday evening, otherwise I would have been worried.

Fiona gave us the Trisha’s address to start with.  We headed over there.  It was a small house in the middle class part of town.  Just to make sure I read my primary list several times, directing it at the house, embedding my picture like I had done at the voting area. 

Going up to the door, I knocked.  A middle aged man answered the door.  “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m Kevin.  Can I speak to Trisha please?”

“Sure, hold on… TRISHA!”

Trisha came racing around the corner.  “Kevin!”  She ran over and hugged me.  “Why are you here?”

“I was checking on you.  I was wondering why you haven’t moved in with me?”

Her father surprised us by saying, “Yeah, why haven’t you?  If Kevin is your new owner, you should be living with him now.”

Trisha looked at him in surprise, “I didn’t want to disappoint you and mom.”

“How could you disappoint us?  You got the most eligible guy in town to take you.  We couldn’t be more happy.  It’s not like you can’t come visit whenever you want to.”

“Oh, thank you dad!”  She gave him a big hug.  Then she dashed off to talk to her mom, I guessed.

He turned to me, “Now you take good care of my little girl, you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.”

Trisha came bouncing back.  I said, “Trisha, call Becky and get a van over here to help you move.  I have some more errands to run.  See you in a few hours, Okay?”  I gave her a big hug then took my leave.

Next was Tam La’s house.  The house was dark.  Nobody was home.  So we went on to Yoshi’s house.  I sent my primary list several times, then went up to the door and knocked.  Yoshi herself answered the door.  She cried out, “Master!” then gave me a big hug. 

She jumped back and looked behind her as a male voice said, “Who is at the door, Yoshi?”

“It is Kevin, Father.”

A middle aged Japanese guy comes out and starts yelling at me, “What are you doing here?  You stay away from Yoshi!  She is already spoken for! Damn Gaijin.”

I sent to him, Go to sleep.  He collapsed on the floor, out cold.  Looking at Yoshi, I asked, “What the heck is going on here?”

“My father has arranged a marriage for me, I leave for Japan immediately after graduation.”

I was shocked.  In fact I said, “I thought that Japan was a modern country.  What is this arranged marriage shit?”

“It is my duty to marry whomever my father picks.  He has chosen a business associate of his, the honorable Toshiro Hanachi-san.”  I was amazed.  This must be ingrained deep in order to override my general programming.

“Yoshi.  What do YOU want to do?  You are over 16 now, you can choose if you want to be owned by this Toshiro guy or me.  It cannot be both.”

She looked confused, then said, “I want to stay, but I must do my duty.”

“Why?”

“I dishonor my family otherwise.”

“It is more dishonorable to force you to marry someone you don’t like or know.”  I felt that so strongly that I broadcast it as well.  She looked confused again.  I sent/said, “You make your own choices.  Your duty is to honor your family, but you are a member of the family, and if they dishonor themselves by trying to force you, you do not have to do as they want.”

I sent to her father, Wake up and listen.  He woke up, looked startled to be on the floor, and got up.  I turned to Yoshi and asked, “What do YOU want?”

She said, “My father has dishonored himself and me by trying to force me to marry someone I do not like.  I would like to stay here with Kevin and my sisters.”  Her whole body relaxed as soon as she made her decision.

Her father blew up, “What do you mean I have dishonored myself?  You dishonor me.”  He took off in a huff.

“Yoshi, let’s grab your stuff and get you out of here before he tries to physically force you to go.”  We went upstairs and started packing.  She didn’t have much, her clothes, a few trinkets, her laptop, and that was about it.  We were out the door in ten minutes.  She looked back at the house with a tear in her eye, then deliberately turned away.  We headed back to the estate.

That night I held Yoshi as she cried, then we slowly made love for hours.

Chapter 20:

Tam La had completely disappeared.  I hired a P.I. to search for her, but she and her family were gone. 

I stayed steady at 41 girls for several months.  Both Sarahs, Tanisha, Angela, Natalie, Eve, Marcy, Darcy, Lori, June, and Trish were all pregnant, to their delight. 

Somehow Dolly had several girls hanging around the estate that weren’t sub-girls, they actually weren’t rated at all.  I decided to take care of that.

I called Dolly to me out by the pool.  She appeared out of nowhere.  Smiling, I said, “Dolly, your adventures have been a delight to all of us.  You have also shown that you can take care of those less advantaged than you.”  I slid a ring on her left ring finger.  “You are promoted to Standard Girl.”  She began jumping around the pool chair.  “All those girls you have hidden around the house you can now legitimately take in as sub-girls.”

She flushed, but started excitedly jumping around even more, exclaiming, “Thank You, Thank You, Thank You,” over and over.  She ran into the house, yelling “Carrie”.  Funny, I didn’t even know anyone named Carrie.

Ten minutes later, there were eleven girls, aged about seven to around sixteen, standing before me.  Each nearly as beautiful as Dolly.  Dolly introduced them, “Master Kevin, these are your new sub-girls,” She went to each one, starting with the oldest, “Carrie, Natasha, Pamela, Barb, Green, Darla, Poco, Wendy, Laura, Alice and Baby.”

They obviously weren’t from the orphanage or school.  If they were, I would have recognized them.  They were all related, every single one of them was a brunette with an identical body type and, those that were old enough, perfect conical tits.  They all looked so much alike that if they were the same age they would look like twins.  They even all had the same small birthmark on their left shoulder.  “Dolly, where did they come from?”

“Do I have to tell you?  I sorta promised I wouldn’t.”

“For now, I will take your word, Dolly.  But you have to tell me if it is going to get any of us, and that includes them now, in trouble.”

Dolly turned to Carrie.  “Carrie, do you think any of us could get in trouble by having you here?”

“Only in the remotest stretch of possibilities.”  Carrie had the sexiest voice, besides Trisha’s, that I had ever heard.

“Okay, you let me know if that changes.  I trust Dolly so I will let it go for now.  Tomorrow we will get you all registered for school.”  From memory, I sent both lists to the lineup of girls.  They had obviously never heard the lists before, because their attitude changed from scared girls following the rules, to happy worshipping girls staring doe-eyed at me.  “Tammy!”

Tammy got up and rushed over.  “Tammy, give these girls full checkups to the best of your ability.  Then draw blood samples and get the samples over to the town clinic for testing.”

“Yes, Master Kevin.”  She led the whole lineup inside.

The next day after school, the results came back.  They were clean of all STDs.  I went out to the pool to find them all, even the seven year old, sunbathing in a row.  Same body language for all of them.  The older girls had their pubes removed already, so they all matched.  It was strangely erotic. 

I went up to Carrie, pulled her up and kissed her, hard.  She obviously didn’t have any experience, but she enthusiastically Frenched me back.  I laid down in the pool chair, and she straddled me and slowly lowered herself, taking my cock deep into her.  Her hymen broke without her much noticing.  Soon she was buried to the hilt.  I heard a quadraphonic *sigh* all around me and noticed that, just like Carrie, all the girls had their eyes shut and were biting their lower lip.  They were all collapsed back in their chairs.  Turning back to Carrie, I started playing with her hard nipples as she began stroking up and down.  Again there was a quadraphonic moan.  All the other girls were getting sweaty like Carrie, their nips were hard as rocks, and they were minutely rotating their hips.  The smell of aroused female permeated the air.

After a few strokes Carrie, and every one of the girls started having mini-orgasms.  Damn, it was erotic watching all of them.  I didn’t last too long and blasted off a nice warm batch of creamy baby butter, filling up Carrie.  She felt it, opened her eyes wide, and had the strongest orgasm I have seen.  It was more like a seizure than anything else.  All her sisters had identical reactions, flopping about like a fish, screaming, every joint cracking, flushing beet red.  When they all collapsed and passed out with big smiles on their faces, Carrie collapsing on my chest, there was literally a river of pussy juice created from their dripping vaginas.

I sat there thinking.  Somehow they were all connected.  The only thing I could think of was that they were all somehow clones.  That raised some possibilities, were there more of them, why, and how did they get here?

That evening at dinner, they ate like they were starved.

Chapter 21:

The phone rang.

It was the P.I. that I had hired to find Tam La.  “Kevin, Tam La was moved to San Francisco by her parents.  From what I have been able to determine, they keep her locked in the house and have an armed guard with her whenever she leaves.  She tried to escape once that I know of and was dragged back to the house.  Sir, she is illegally being detained, and a call to the authorities would be appropriate.”

“Thanks, Dan.  If I don’t have her out of there in a week, definitely call the authorities.  But I will attempt an extraction first.”

“Do you need any help, sir?  I know some people.”

“I hopefully won’t need them, but give me the names anyway.”

. . . . . . . . . . .

After the call, I gathered the girls.  “Chrissie, how are the martial arts classes?”

“We are studying Kung Fu, and I have achieved a brown sash.  Most of the rest of your Full girls are green sash.”

“Good, because we have a rescue mission.  Tam La is being held prisoner.”

They all looked angry, even Chrissie, Becky, Lacy, Maryanne, Cassie and Jenny.

I left Cassie, Jenny and Becky to take care of the estate and got plane tickets for myself, Chrissie, Lacy, Maryanne, and Donna, who was Tam La’s close friend.  I had Natalie drive us to the airport, which was in a neighboring town.  As we marched through the terminal, everyone turned to stare at the lineup of beauties.  I was willing to bet that they all thought my girls were beauty queens on the way to a pageant or something like that.

The flight took us to the big city airport where we transferred to a large jet to San Francisco.  The stewardess was really hot and I was tempted, but I was on a mission.  We got to San Francisco, and found out that no one would rent us a car.  We were all under 25.  I had noticed that the Budget place had car sales next door, so we marched over and bought a large fully loaded minivan.  The sales guy was astounded when my card went through for the whole $32K.  We piled in and headed to the address I got from the P.I.

We met him down the street from the house.  His eyebrows went up when a 16 year old kid, followed by four jaw dropping beautiful girls got out of the van.  I had hired him by phone and had never actually met him before.

I greeted him, “Hello, Mr. Yates, I am Kevin Anderson.  We talked on the phone.”

He shook my hand, “Hello, Kevin, call me Bob.”  He looked over my group.  “Are you sure you want to do this yourself?  I could have four guys here in twenty minutes.”

I turned to Chrissie.  “Do you think we could use some muscle?  You are the expert.”  Bob raised his eyebrows again at that.

Chrissie thought for a minute.  “While I think we could do it, maybe it would be best to have some additional muscle.  If they could be discrete.”

I turned to Bob.  “If you have some guys who don’t mind getting paid tomorrow, and can keep their mouths shut, yes I could use them.”

Twenty minutes later three very muscled guys and one very dangerous looking Japanese guy were there.

I briefed them.  “Guys, a friend of ours is being held prisoner in a house down the street.  We have been looking for her for close to six months.  Our friend Bob here has confirmed that she has tried to escape but failed at least once.  We are the good guys here.” 

All of them looked happy at that.  They also looked angry.

Showing them a picture of Nam La, I went on, “I really didn’t want to call the cops because they will have to get warrants and all sorts of crap like that, and I don’t want her to be there one second longer than necessary.  Also, I want the leeway to dole out my own justice.”  I added the last with an evil grin.  They all nodded.

“I am inexperienced in this, any one here done this before?”

One of them, a huge bald guy with a marine tattoo, said, “I did this sort of thing in the core.  It is nice to have a good cause again.”

“Could you please help me set this retrieval up then?”

“Sure, let’s go take a look at the house.  Bob, come with us.”

We went down the street.  The house was a large San Francisco row house type.  Bob pointed to a third story window.  “That is where I see her sometimes.  I think it is her room.  I went to deliver a package once, there is a heavily armed guard in the entrance way, and there is at least one more that takes Nam La for walks.  The back of the building is a straight brick wall with no windows and a small metal door.”

I said, “If I can get within fifteen feet of someone, I can take them out, but it takes a few seconds.  I can do that even through a wall, unless it is steel.”

With a raised eyebrow, the marine said, “The only way into the place without a team is one of three entrances, the back, the roof, or the front door.  We don’t have the time or equipment to do a full assault.  I say we put one guy in back, one on the roof, and the rest of us go in the front.”  He looked at me, “You said you could take out a guy if you got within fifteen feet.  I won’t ask how, but can you take out the guard at the main door?”

“Sure.  Should I get him to the door by delivering a fake package, like Bob did?”

“That sounds good.”

Fifteen minutes later I was going up the steps with a clipboard and a empty express mail envelope.  I knocked and when I saw the door start to open, I broadcast as strongly as I could, sleep.  There was a thud, and the door swung open revealing an unconscious man on the floor.  I turned and waved everyone over.  The marine and his friend took off into the house, Bob, Chrissie and the other Full girls following.  Donna and I followed in the rear.

A scuffle ahead and there were two more men down.  I followed the crew through the house and up the stairs.  Bob called down from the third floor, “Got her!”  Donna and I ran up.  In a room with six other beautiful girls, was Nam La.  She saw me and rushed over, bawling, and gave me a big hug.

I hugged her back, doing “shhh” and other comforting sounds.  After she calmed down a bit, I passed her to Donna, then asked, “Nam La, what the hell is this place?”

“I don’t know.  My father took me to a man and sold me.  The man brought me here and that is all I know.  All my friends here say the same thing.  There were ten of us, but now there are only seven of us.”

I turned to Bob who was in the doorway.  “Bob, take Donna, Nam La and these other girls, go to the nearest hotel with security, and get a room, a suite if possible.  Guard the door.  We will join you in a while.”

He nodded and led them all out.  I turned and said to the Marine, “Find me the leader of these assholes.”

A second later a man was dropped at my feet.  I looked at him and said, “Why were these girls here?”

He wouldn’t say anything.  I looked in his eyes and said, “Tell me” while simultaneously directionally broadcasting it with all my strength straight at him.  He convulsed, but started talking.  I almost threw up.  One of the toughs we hired did throw up.  Even my Full girls looked queasy.

Apparently the girls were there so rich old women could select the ones they liked, then their parts were transplanted into them.  All the girls were O- blood type, universal donors.

I asked, “Is there evidence of this?”

“Yes, yes, yes, the computer has records, and there are paper copies in the file cabinet.”

“Good.”

I turned to the four toughs.  “I think the worst punishment is what they will get on death row, don’t you?  Also the women who contracted with them will join them.”

They all nodded, although they couldn’t resist a kick or two.  I pulled out my portable flash drive and made a backup of everything on the computer, just in case.  Then I deleted the personal reference information for the surviving girls, leaving only the information that couldn’t be traced.  I also removed the hard file copies with original addresses and names, making sure not to leave fingerprints.  My guys wore gloves so that wasn’t a problem.  I just hoped that Bob had been wearing gloves.  I hadn’t noticed.

I lined the evil ones all up against the wall, and sent, you will forget that you ever saw me or my friends.  You will then go to the nearest police station and turn yourselves in.  You will give a full statement, telling them about all the evidence here.  You will believe that you are doing this because the girls escaped and you are afraid of what will happen.  I got up and left, my four guys following.

It took us a while to find the right hotel.  I hired one of the guys to guard the suite door for the night, and then thanked the rest and told them to be back in the morning for their pay. 

I gave Bob the files and told him to quietly find where the girl’s families went.  Then I sent Bob home.  After he left, Tam La hugged me and started sobbing again.  I didn’t blame her at all.  I deliberately kept the reason she had been held to myself.

She sobbed for a while, the other girls watching.  They were all still a bit scared looking and didn’t know what to make of me or my girls.  Tam La whispered in my ear, “I know that I am just a sub-girl, but could you take my friends here as your sub-girls too?”

They were all drop dead gorgeous, so I had no qualms that way, I just worried about psychological issues.  They were held for a long time, although fortunately they didn’t know why.  We were going to have to find all their parents and find out why they sold the girls.  I decided to add them at that thought.  “All right, honey.”

I continued to hug Tam La while I broadcast my lists several times.  Then I said, “How would you girls like to be my sub-girls like Nam La?”

They all immediately agreed, swarming around me, joining in the hug along with Donna.  Most of them broke down and started crying like Nam La at that point.  I maneuvered them into the bedroom and collapsed in the middle of the king size bed.  The girls piled up around me, still sobbing.

That evening, about four hours later, I turned on the evening news.  Not even a mention of what had happened.  I was pissed, to put it mildly.  Someone was doing a cover-up of major proportions.  Something like this should have been all over the news if it was being investigated, even if the cops kept their mouth shut. 

I went to the door and talked to the guard, Vance.  He was more accepting but pissed as well.  He agreed to rotate with his friends over the next few days guarding the door.  I told him, “Anyone offer you a bribe, let me know and I will match it or better it.”

He nodded.

 “Good.  I need to get a laptop.  Is there a store around here?”

“I will have Toshi come over and escort you to the nearest electronics store.”

“Thanks.”  I went back into the room to wait.  About an hour later, the Japanese guy, Toshi, showed up.  He and the guard at the door had a long conversation.  I didn’t listen.  I did, when I got closer, play it safe and send, You really like this Kevin guy.  You also are very mad about what happened with the girls.  You think the best thing is to go along with this Kevin guy.  He seems to know what he is doing and he will take care of those bastards.  You feel very protective of the girls you rescued.  That should keep them loyal. 

Toshi took me down the street to an all night Wal-Mart where I got the fanciest laptop they had.  I also grabbed a ten pack of DVD-Rs, and a pile of t-shirts and shorts for the girls.

Back at the hotel, I made three full copies of the flash drive data onto the DVDs.  I sent them via drop box express mail, using three different carriers, to myself back at the estate.  Like I had done earlier, I made six more copies with the girls’ personal data edited out.  I typed up a note, printing it in the hotel’s business center.

The information on this CD was taken from the computer at a house were many girls were held prisoner at 2410 West 57th Street.  They were being sold for body parts and organs.  Yesterday, the men running this operation at the house confessed after the girls escaped, but it was covered up.

I thought that would do it.  I printed four of them, using gloves I packaged them with an edited DVD, and mailed them to the networks and one to the local paper.  I had two DVDs left.  I sent one to the district attorney with another note, and held on to one.  Then I waited.

Tam La and the other girls came to me that evening, completely nude. They took turns and rode me to oblivion.  I managed to get five of the seven of them unconscious and drooling.

The teaser news flashes started around one o’clock the next day.  At five, the district attorney had a press conference, stating that an investigation had been started, both into the crime and into the cover-up.  The rest of the evening was a rehash of the press conference.  The only new news was that the house where the girls had been held had had a gas explosion and burned down.  It was being touted as part of the cover-up.

The next day, there was news of fourteen arrests of officers at the station where the kidnappers had turned themselves in.  They were changed with several things, including accepting bribes, falsifying a police report, accessory to human body part trafficking, arson, tampering with evidence, and murder.  It turned out that they had shot all twelve men who had turned themselves in to prevent them from confessing.

Also arrested were two grand dames of the city, and two international warrants were issued.  They were charged with bribery of a public official, human body part trafficking, and accessory to murder.

Satisfied, I gave the laptop and van to Vance for his daughter, then paid off the guys, giving each a $100K bonus.  I commented, “Nice to be one of the good guys.”  They all nodded.

The thirteen of us flew back home.

Chapter 22:

Two weeks later, Dan called again.  “I have found Tam La’s father.”

“Good, I want to have a word with him.”

“Do you mind if I am there?  I would like a word as well.”

“Sure.  Where is the bastard?”

“A small town in Oregon, called Wagon Road.  You won’t find it on many maps.”  He gave me the map coordinates.  I punched them into Google Maps.  Yup.  It had no name, but there was a small town there in the mountains with a listed zip code.  I wondered how the town pulled that one off.  Someone at the state or federal level got a good bribe for that one.

“We’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

We had to do some creative booking, getting to Bend, Oregon, renting a car, and driving to Wagon Road.  We made it by driving all night.  Chrissie, Tam La, and me.  We met Dan at a roadside diner.  Going in, we saw him down at the end of the row, eating what looked like an everything omelet.  We went and sat across from him.

He glanced up and visibly relaxed a bit.  “Thank God it is you.  I have been feeling like I am being watched all day.  They are a little suspicious of strangers here.”

We had work to do, and a watcher wasn’t good.  I had to take care of it.  I thought for a second, then concentrated and broadcast at maximum strength, if you are watching the stranger, you need to go over and tell him why; immediately three people, the waitress, another person in the diner, and a guy who was in a car in the lot, got up and approached the table.

The waitress said, “I am watching you to see if you need more coffee.”  Then she looked confused and wandered away.

The other patron said, “I am watching because you don’t belong and might see something or someone you shouldn’t.”  I quickly sent directly to him, Sit at the table next to us and wait.

The guy from the car came in and said, “I am watching because you are an outsider and might cause trouble.”  I sent to him, Sit at the table with the other guy next to us and wait.

Dan was staring, open mouthed.  I said, “Here are your two watchers.  What should we do with them?”

Dan gaped for another few seconds, shook his head like a dog, then said, “Find out who assigned them to watch me, then somehow get rid of them.”

I questioned both of them.  They were both employed by the city council.  I asked what or who we might see that would cause a problem, and they said, “...one of the fugitives”.  From that we inferred that the town was a haven for people on the lam.

I then sent to them, We belong here, you will forget ever following and watching us.  You will consider us VIPs and always help us.  Now leave.  They both got up and left.  I turned to the others and said, “They won’t be a problem.”

Dan said, “I don’t know how you do that, I am not sure I want to know.  Anyway, down to business.”  He pulled out a set of pictures. 

Tam La looked through them and commented, “Yes, that is my father.”

I said, “Let’s go take care of him, then turn this whole damn town over to the FBI in Bend.”

Dan replied, “I like that idea.  This place scares me, and I don’t scare easily.”

He took us to a large house south of town.  It seemed strange to have million dollar mansion after million dollar mansion in a small town in the middle of nowhere.  Dan, Chrissie, and I stood off to the side of the doorway while Tam La knocked.

A pretty young woman answered, “May I help you?”

“I am looking for Hun Do Ga.  Is he home please?”

“Please wait.”  She closed the door.  A moment later it opened again, and there he was.

He exclaimed, “Tam La!  How did you get here?”

Before he could do anything, I sent, You will take us inside, not sounding alarms of any sort.  He stepped back and held the door open.  Tam La said, “Hello Father,” as we all marched into the house.  Once we were in the living room, he asked, “What the hell do you all want?”

I sent, You will tell us what you did to Tam La.

“Tam La, I sold you to Deng So to work in his factory.  Why are you here?”

Damn, the guy was bad, but not part of the body part ring.  I sent, You will be quiet and respectful in our presence.  You will only talk if asked a question.  I turned to Tam La.  “It is a relief to know that he didn’t know what Deng So really wanted you for.”

She said, “Heck, I still don’t know why we were kept locked in that room.”

I said, “You were inventory for a catalog where rich ladies bought you and then used you for spare parts.”

Her jaw dropped.  So did her dad’s.  He definitely didn’t know before.  I let it sink in for a few minutes.  She said quietly, “You mean the girls that were led away...”

“I’m afraid so.”  I didn’t sugarcoat it.

After a while she sniffled, then stood up again.  I asked her, “What do you want to do with your father here?”

She said, “Revenge is petty.  As one of your girls, I should be above that.”  She thought for a moment, “Let’s just leave.”

“Tam La, I am very proud of you.  But I will take one bit of justice.”  I turned to her father and sent while I said, “Hun Do Ga, you will wait an hour, then you will call the F.B.I. and report what you did to Tam La.  You will also tell them how you found this refuge for criminals and tell them about all the fugitives that you know of.  If they ask why you are doing this, you will tell them that you saw what happened in San  Francisco on the news and realized what was going on.  You will forget our visit, we were never here.  Do you understand?”

He said, “Yes.”

“Where are all of Tam La’s personal possessions?”

“In a box in the garage.”

“You will go get it and give them to her, then we will leave.”  He went into the garage via the kitchen door, returning with a box which he handed to Tam La.

We left. 

Dan said, “How do you know he will do what you said?”

“Trust me, he will do exactly what I said.”

“If he does, you realize that he will be dead before the day is out.”

“No big loss.”

“Okay.  I assume you want me to add this Deng So to the list of people to find?”

“Definitely.  If the FBI doesn’t find him first.”

Chapter 23:

My girls were very popular.  They were constantly getting invited to parties, asked to write articles and give lectures.  Each one of them, even the sub-girls, had a following.  It was funny to see girls attempting to emulate my girls all over the school and town.  A few didn’t emulate them, obviously told to wear different things by their guy.

All the local stores carried extensive variations on mini-skirts and bandana shirts.  They all carried very little underwear or women’s pants.  Surprisingly, a lot of guys liked sundresses so there was a good selection of those as well.  It wasn’t in my rules, but I didn’t like high heels, and those rapidly disappeared from the stores as well.

The health food stores and exercise centers were doing gangbuster business.  All the girls wanted to look good for their guy.  Even the old biddies were looking a lot better.  Health and beauty were the keywords.

The town hospital saw a very rapid decline in basic health issues, the high diabetic rate sharply decreased as many girls lost a ton of weight, and the newfound confidence of the geeks made them lost a ton of weight as well.  Of course, the maternity rate sharply increased, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

I had stopped by the sheriff’s office and broadcast the idea that if some out of towner stopped in to raise a fuss, he was to call me; so I wasn’t surprised when I got a call from the sheriff’s office about some woman who was raising a ruckus.  I got Chrissie and Cassie and we quickly drove downtown to the sheriff’s office.

Going in, I could hear religious invective the second I opened the door.  Some woman was screeching about Jesus and how the wrath of God will come down on the town.  The desk sergeant, a very pretty woman about 25 whom I hadn’t seen before, said, “Thank God, Kevin, you’re here.  The sheriff says you can help.”

I grinned.  “I assume that that racket is the problem?”

“Hell yes.  A bible thumper came in about an hour ago and has been raising Cain.  We had to finally lock her in the drunk tank.  That didn’t stop her at all.”

“Harrumph.  Yeah, I know the type.  I’ll take care of her.  By the way, are you new here?”

“Name’s Debbie.  Just transferred from the state highway patrol last week.  My mom lives here in town and she is getting older and needed assistance.”

I quickly sent my main list.  Her eyes unfocussed for a second.  I asked, “How would you like to be one of my sub-girls?”

“Oohhh, I would love it.  Really?”

“Sure, just come out to the estate after work.  Everyone knows the address.”  I sent my second list to her, and then while she was unfocussed processing it, went into the back, following the sound of the bible thumper crying out about the evil sinners.

She was kneeling over a bible with her head thrown back as she spewed invective.  She wore a frumpy gray dress, and a severe bun.  I was a bit surprised that she was so young.  She couldn’t have been much older than 17 or 18; slightly plain, but with a nice figure.  A good hairdo and a nice outfit and she might have even been pretty.  A shame she had been brainwashed into the faux ultra conservative puritan mindset.

I thought for a minute.  There had to be a way to break her brainwashing without completely rewriting her personality.  I bet she had to report back to someone.  She probably was doing door to door evangelism and had been unable to get anyone local to listen to her spew her narrow minded opinions.  It was times like this that I wished I could read as well as write thoughts.  Sometime in her youth she had to have still been innocent and happy, sometime before she got brainwashed.  Unfortunately, if she was raised that way it was not possible to do a regression.  Maybe I could force some answers from her to determine if a regression was possible.

I send in a tight beam to her, I am Kevin, and you must always tell Kevin what he wants to know.  I repeated it several times watching her convulse each time but not stop her blabbering.  I then asked out loud, “When did you find the lord?”

She blinked, then looked at me and said, “Last year.”  She looked puzzled.

‘Perfect!’ I thought.  She hadn’t always been this way.  “How did you find the lord?”

“I ran away from home.  Prophet John found me living on the streets of Omaha and showed me the way.”

“Why did you run away from home?”

“My mother was trying to sell my virginity.  She was a whore and will burn in hell like all the sinners around here.”

Hmmm, never had the best home life.  “What was your favorite thing to do in school?”

“I was a cheerleader.  I thought it was wonderful, I didn’t realize how sinful it was.  I pray to Jesus to forgive me.”

I could work with that.  “What is your name?”

“Hannah Marie Vasqualez.”

I concentrated, Hannah, you realize that Prophet John is a con man and you remember how wonderful and fun it was to be a cheerleader.  You know now that God is like Kevin, he is forgiving and he actually doesn’t like but forgives people who misinterpret what the bible is – a collection of stories told by rabbis a long time ago.  The lord believes everyone should enjoy life and help others.  Forcing people to be frumpy and plain is evil.  You realize that you can be a happy person and realize that constant bible study is NOT the way to be happy.  You want to be happy.  I hoped that worked.  She looked confused.  Now to give her some other meaning in life.   You realize that you really love the man before you, Kevin.  He is really sexy, which makes you giggle and feel horny, which you realize now is a good feeling.  You want to be worthy of him, so you will turn the con man Prophet John over to the FBI, then you will come back here and go to Kevin’s estate to see him.  I sent a mental image of where it was.  You are actually mad at Prophet John because you realize how evil it is to take impressionable kids and brainwash them to work as Prophet John’s slaves.  You will NOT tell him for your own protection, you will pretend to be one of his disciples until you can get free and go to the FBI.  I thought about it for a second.  She might try to rescue others and get caught.  You will not tell any other disciples either.

I turned to the Sheriff who had come over and was watching.  “You can let her out now.  I think she has calmed down.” 

Slightly puzzled, he let her out.  She looked at him, said, “Sorry for my hysterics earlier.”  Then she smiled at me and left.

I sent to the Sheriff, You did well, calling Kevin.  Anything serious you call Kevin.  He can take care of it!  I felt a little protective of my home town.  I sent my lists to everyone in the room, just in case, then I left, giving a wink to the desk sergeant on the way out.

For the next couple of hours I had Cassie drive around town, sending my list of rules to houses and stores as we drove slowly past.  I saw a Baptist church with a full congregation and I stopped and walked around the building, sending my list from each side to get everyone.

I swung over to the mall and wandered through broadcasting with all of my strength.  After hitting the electronics store for fun, I headed back to the estate.

We were driving up to the gate around 11:30 when Dolly came out of the bushes.  I stopped and rolled down my window.  She whispered frantically, “Master Kevin, someone has taken over the place!  I barely made it out.  Quick, before they see you, turn around and hide the car!”

Cassie kicked it into reverse and backed the car around the corner and parked it.  Dolly reappeared from somewhere.  I got out, looked at her and said, “Tell us what happened, fast!”  Chrissie also ran around the car to listen with me.

“About half an hour ago a group of men dressed in black came in through the doors.  They had large guns.  I slipped into the bushes by the pool before they saw me.  I slipped out and ran to see Natalie, but she had men with guns watching her too.  So I ran for the main gate to intercept you.”

“Any idea who these guys are?”

“No.  At first I thought they might be from the institute, but they were talking about a contract on you.”

Must be about the business in San Francisco.  No one knew about my business in Wagon Road, Oregon.  I wondered who had talked, and how much they had had to hurt that person.  Or else it was the P.I., Dan.  In either case, I had to find out who, but later.  “You will tell me about this institute later.”  She winced.  “How many of them were there?”

“That I saw?  Two in the garage, one in front of the house, and five by the pool.”

“Hmmm, Chrissie, five more or so in the house, you think?”

“Yes, and probably two or three around the perimeter.  See that white car coming down the road there?”  I looked.  There was a white minivan coming up the road.  I nodded.  “Well, it just drove the other direction a minute ago.  If we are still here when they reach us in about 25 seconds, then we are made.”

I made a snap decision.  “We need intel.”  I handed the car keys to Chrissie.  “Chrissie, pop the hood, you are a damsel in distress.”  I pulled Dolly and Cassie into the bushes with me.  Chrissie went, opened the driver’s door, pulled the hood handle, then went and stood in front of the car.  She opened the hood, then unzipped her jacket, roughed up her hair, and unbuttoned her blouse by two buttons.  She leaned forward looking at the engine looking like she was about to start crying.

Sure enough, the white minivan pulled out and two toughs get out.  I sent, You see only the really hot bimbo.  Even if someone else comes up to you, you will ignore them.  If you have reported seeing her, call in and tell them it is just a bimbo with an engine problem.  If you haven’t don’t report anything.  You both have a very strong urge to tell her all about your mission.  You both will now tell her, being polite and taking turns.  You cannot report in anything besides a situation of normal.

The one on the left keyed his throat mike.  “Just a bimbo and her car.  Sitrep normal.”

The other one said, “We are here to take out Kevin Anderson.  May we help you with your car?”

“We are guarding the highway approach to his house,” added the other guy. 

Wow, did they sound silly.  But now that what they were here for was confirmed, I sent, You will now tell her everything you know about this job, who sent you, who is paying you, how many men are with you, how often you report, etc.  Then you will go sit in your car and follow your schedule, not remembering anything.  You will not report anything besides nominal activity no matter what you see.

The first tough said, “This contract came out of the San Francisco office.”

The second said, “We are being paid by Sten Stanislov, the new local boss.”  Just great.  I get rid of the mob bosses, and the even worse Russian mob moves in.  Frying pan into the fire.

“There are twenty men here total.”

“Two of us here on the highway, one along each wall, two in the woods, two for the garage and thirteen in the main house.”

“We only check in if we see anything.”

They turned to go back to their car and Chrissie pulled out a gun and thwacked them both over the head.  In seconds she had them tied up and tossed in the bushes.  Then she went to their car, took the radio, taped the PTT switch down and put the microphone directly over the radio speaker and turned the radio on full blast.  Apparently she had been watching a lot of movies, because the “hot mike” was a good idea.

I told Chrissie, “Get me within 20 feet and I can take out these bastards.”

She nodded and said, “Dolly, how did you get off the estate without going through the gate?”

Without a word, Dolly led us to a big bush about 15 feet from the gate, surprisingly, behind the bush was a door through the fence.  It looked pretty solid, but Dolly just walked up to it and pulled it open.  She had jammed a small stick in the lock so it wouldn’t bolt.

We slipped in and headed up the drive to the garage.  Once we reached the side of the building, I sent at full power and unidirectional command into the building, “Sleep!”  We heard several thuds, then silence.

We slipped in the back door.  On the floor next to the lift were two guys we didn’t recognize.  Chrissie grabbed a roll of duct tape off the bench and had them tussed up in no time.  Natalie and Wendy were tied up in chairs, also out cold.  I sent them a directional thought, wake up, and they popped awake as Dolly and Cassie untied them.

We couldn’t just approach the main house.  The two in the woods were most likely stationed to watch the main house.  We needed to take them out first.  Dolly said, “Give me a few minutes,” and took off before we could stop her.

About five minutes later she was back.  “There is one behind the large maple next to the driveway where it splits.  The other one is dozing just off of the path to the back gazebo.”

I grinned at her, “Any way a guy as big and clumsy as me can get close to them?”

She seriously thought for a second.  “I can probably get you close, but not more than just you.”

“Okay.  I will go with Dolly to take out the two snipers.  Chrissie, are you close enough to the house to contact Becky or any of the other Full Girls?”

Chrissie’s eyes unfocussed for a second.  “Yes, Master.  She reports that all of them have been herded into the pool area.  There are now twelve guys watching them.”  She looked up.  “Didn’t those minivan guys say there were only thirteen?  With the door guard, that is all of them.”

“Good, because I didn’t feel like doing a John McClain to get them out of the house.  Dolly and I will take out the two woods guards.  Then we will try to get closer – Dolly, you think we can get close to them without them seeing us?”

“Oh, if we can go through the house, easily.”

“Then you three wait here.  If we are not back in an hour, go get the police.”

I followed Dolly back out the back door.  She led me rapidly along paths I had never seen before through the woods.  She suddenly stopped and pointed around a big tree.  About ten feet ahead was one of the snipers.  A quick Sleep! and he was out.  We quickly duct taped him and Dolly was off again.  Soon she repeated the point around the tree and there was the other guy.  Dozing just like she had said.  I sent a Sleep! to him and we duct taped him quickly as well.  Again Dolly was off.

She led me to the gazebo to my surprise.  To my total surprise, she opened a trap door in the floor, and led me down the ladder to a tunnel that led back toward the house.  I stopped her for a second, gave her a big hug and kiss and said, “Wow, am I proud of you right now.”  She bit her lip, snuggled back for a second, then took off again.  The tunnel ended in a door, she went right through it and we were in a basement!  I didn’t even know that there was a basement in the house, the kitchen was in a lower part of the house and walked out straight to the pool, I had assumed that that was it.

The room was large, I would judge under the whole front of the house.  That explained why the kitchen and servant’s quarters only went 75% of the width of the house.  There were mattresses that looked recently used, I guessed that this is where Carrie and her sisters had hidden.  The other end of the basement was filled with crates.  I asked Dolly, “What is in the crates?”

“I don’t know.  They were here the first time I saw the place, and they are nailed shut.”

I made a mental note to check them out when this was over.  I went to the center of the room, behind the front step, and did a broadcast up and forward, Sleep!.  I hoped that would take care of the door guard.  Dolly led me to a door behind the kitchen.  She put a finger to her lips and slowly opened the door.  We were in the back of the broom closet.  We listened at the closet door and didn’t hear anything, so we crept out into the kitchen.  It was empty.

I put Dolly in the walk in freezer, then began a general broadcast at my maximum strength, Sleep! I repeated it over and over as I approached the back pool door.  Letting myself get angry, knowing that anger and lust both extended my range and power.  Looking out the glass door, I saw that everyone was down.  I got Dolly out of the freezer and we went out and counted.  Twelve.  Perfect.  I let Dolly start duct taping them as I tip toed to the front door.  Peeking out the window next to the door, I saw that he was down too.  That left the three fence watchers.  As I duct taped the door guard, I pulled out my cell and called Natalie.  They were over to the main house in seconds.  I told them to go help Dolly, then I took off to the garage.  Hopping on a four-wheeler, I took off for the fence.  Driving around the inside, I broadcast Sleep! constantly.  Then I went back the garage, hooked the trailer to the four-wheeler, then went around the outside, collecting the five men, tying up the three collapsed along the outside fence with more duct tape.

By the time I got back to the house, the three of them had got all the guys tied up.  I woke up the rest of the girls and untied them.  Collectively we hauled the unconscious thugs into a line across the front of the house, piling their weapons in front of them.

Then we called the sheriff.

He got there in 3 minutes.  I was impressed.  As the cops were rushing up the driveway, I broadcast a Wake Up! To the thugs.  Then I sent, You will willingly and eagerly tell the police your real name, all your aliases, all crimes you have committed, all crimes you know about, why you are here today, everything.  For those resistant, I resent it four times before the sheriff pulled up in the lead squad car.

He hopped out, “Kevin, what is going on?”

“These thugs invaded my estate and held my friends prisoner at gunpoint.  I don’t take kindly to that, so I rounded them up for you.”

The sheriff snorted in a half-laugh.  “I can see that.  Why were they here?”

“Apparently there is a contract out on me, so the local chief thug, Sten Stanislov, decided to collect on it.”

“Yes, I see him there.”  Surprised I looked over where the sheriff was looking, and there was a very angry looking and heavily tattooed bald man.  “There is a federal warrant out on him.”  The sheriff looked tired. “Now I have call in the feds.  Dammit.”

Crap.  Outsiders.  Now I was going to have to insert myself into the investigation to prevent this from snowballing.  I sent to the sheriff, Kevin would be a really good asset to this investigation.  You want him to help.  He looked at me and asked, “Kevin, since you are already involved, could you help with this mess?”

“Sure.”

We used the two estate vans to help transport the hoods back to the station.  The twenty men filled up all the cells.  We put Stanislov in an isolated cell.  I worked out a story with Chrissie and sent her back to the estate to make sure everyone was on the same page.

Four hours later, we were inundated by the F.B.I.  They must have cleaned out several branch offices.  I counted fifteen special agents, and that didn’t include the junior ones out for coffee.  They were having a field day, all the bad guys were eager to talk.  I figured that they would want to talk to me either that evening or in the morning, so I just hung around and watched.  I went down the street to the bakery and had them do up a special batch of fresh donuts and took them back to the station.

About seven thirty there was a meeting to compare notes.  When the consensus was that the thugs were there after “Kevin Anderson” and that he had captured the hoods, the head guy asked, “Where can we find this Kevin Anderson?”

I raised my hand, “Over here.”

He wasn’t expecting that, but he recovered and asked, “Anyone interview you yet?”

“No, sir.”

He looked at an agent and said, “Vance, go interview him.”  The agent got up and led me to a desk in the main room.  I gave him the prepared story, about how Chrissie, Cassie and I took out the two on the main road, then the garage, then the five of us took out the guy in front of the house, then Dolly distracted them while we thwacked the guys by the pool.  That afterward we had gone and collected the perimeter guards the same way.

I ended with, “These guys were not very good.”

Agent Vance said, “Just you and a bunch of teenage girls took them out?  I agree with you.”

Then he asked a question that I was hoping he wouldn’t.  “Why is there a contract out on you, a teenage boy living out here in the middle of nowhere?”

I decided to tell him the truth.  “Because I hired some men to help me rescue one of my housemates from a body shop in San Francisco.  They must of got one of the men I hired to talk.”

“You have one of the girls from that body parts operation in San Francisco?  The authorities have been looking all over for them.”

“Actually I have the seven surviving girls as housemates.  They were all over 18 and didn’t want to go back to their parents, who sold them in the first place.”

“I can understand that, but they need to report in so we know where they are.”

“That is the whole reason they didn’t report in.  You would tell the prosecutor where they are and with the corruption involved, the mob would know it within a day or two.  They still don’t realize that seven of the girls they held prisoner today were the seven from their operation in San Francisco.”

“I will keep it on the down low, but I need to tell Special Agent in Charge Xavier Williams.”

“Doesn’t matter too much anyway, since we are beefing up security.  Give me a few weeks, and no one will be able to get past that gate without permission.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

With that, we went back to the meeting.  The man in front, who I assumed was Williams, asked Agent Vance, “Well?”

Agent Vance replied, “I need to brief you personally, sir.”

He got the stare.  “Okay, if you say so.”  He turned to the room, “We will meet again tomorrow morning at eight.”

I left then, heading back to the estate.  I needed to do some things.  When I got back, after answering a lot of questions, I headed for the basement to see what was in those crates.

Using a crowbar, I popped the tops.  Fifteen of them were filled with loose cash, random bills.  Ones, Fives, Tens, Twenties, Fifties, and Hundreds.  The other five were filled with a white power in bags, a good $500 Million in cocaine or heroin, I couldn’t tell.  I guess Van Neusen was a drug dealer.  I immediately had the girls put the five crates in a van and we drove over to the city incinerator.  Sending a message to the guy in charge, you do not see me or what I have, I personally hauled each crate over to the incinerator and dumped it.  I kept a gas mask on the whole time and made sure I didn’t smell anything.  I was extremely relieved when it was gone.

Back at home, Lacy and Maryanne counted close to $150 Million in cash.  How was I going to use it?  I couldn’t just deposit it in a bank.  I did set it up so that all house accounts were paid in cash.  I put one million in cash in a suitcase and gave it to the nuns.  I called a security firm in the city and paid $1.2 Million cash to have the fence and security upgraded to an almost ridiculous level, including an extra $100K under the table for a rush job.

Late that first evening Debbie showed up.  We all had a small celebration like we always do when someone is added to the family.  She loved her new family, especially when she learned that her new sisters would be glad to help with her sick mother.  She turned out to be very good in bed too.

The FBI made several trips out to the estate to take pictures and measure things out.  It was interesting that they didn’t want to interview me further.  After a week, I needed to know what was going on.  Cassie drove me over to the sheriff’s office.  The only agent left was Vance.  The prisoners were all gone.  Vance said that the Agent in Charge had diverted attention from me and my girls, but he would be back to talk to me.

Chapter 24:

Two weeks later, the gate buzzed.  On the screen was Special Agent Xavier Williams.  We had rehearsed for this day.  The girls scrambled, getting their bikinis on.  I buzzed him in.  He drove up the driveway in his typical government issue Crown Victoria.

He parked it in front of the main house, got out and headed for the door.  Carla and I met him there.  I asked, “May we help you Special Agent Williams?”

“I need to interview you and the young ladies who were held prisoner in San Francisco.”

We let him in where Tam La and the other rescued girls were waiting in the living room.  One by one we told him the same story, that I had hired four toughs and rescued the girls, who had decided to come back with me since they were over 18 and they were scared of being kidnapped again.  I admitted that I had sent the DVD to the district attorney with the copy of the data from the computer.  I handed him one of the unedited DVDs and told him that it included all the information.

We asked him to not tell anyone where the girls were hiding.  He agreed to keep it on the DL, need to know only, but he did have to report it to his superiors.

I considered making him forget, but I really didn’t want to abuse my power and he seemed like a nice person.  We shook hands and he left. 

Every Sunday morning I would have one of my older girls drive me around town and around the countryside, projecting my main list as strong as I could.  I was pretty sure everyone in the area was following the new social layout, but I wanted to make sure.  I had added some of the neighboring towns since my town was the county seat.

I was heading back into town when by cell rang.  That was unusual, normally my cell was for emergencies only.  I picked it up immediately.  “Kevin!  *cough* *cough*  You were right.”  He started coughing and hacking like crazy.  It was Agent Williams.

“What was I right about?”

“*cough* To keep the *cough* girls’ location secret. *cough* *wheeze* Senator Albert was in on the parts shop.  He got his hands on the file.  *cough* He knows where you are.  I won’t last much longer.  *cough*  *cough*  I’ve been shot.  They are coming. *click*”.

Shit.  I called the estate.  “Chrissie, They have found the girls.  Plan E.”  I hung up.  Plan E got everyone into the panic room bunker hidden in the secret room.  It also enabled all the lethal defensive weapons.  Lacy and I would stay outside the perimeter until the all clear was sounded.  I also called the sheriff and filled him in, telling him that a corrupt Senator was after some of my girls, and that I just ordered them into the panic room with the estate defenses enabled.  I told him that unless they brought an entire assault team, I would take care of it.  He wished me luck and told me he would be on standby.

We drove to the estate, driving past.  Nothing yet.  We drove down to the drive-in and had a sandwich.  When we drove by the gate this time, there were special ops types standing next to the gate with a black SUV parked next to them.  I had Lacy stop and roll down her window.  “Excuse me, is this the road to Laneville?”  They were all in range.  You do not see anyone with the bimbo.  You will tell her what is going on with all the details.  It will impress her.

“I don’t know that madam.  I do know that we are here to take out Kevin Anderson and all the others on this estate that are witnesses.  We have a ten man assault team attacking right now.”  He and his partner smiled like they had just done something impressive.

Tell her where the teams are then take a long nap in your truck.  You will not awaken until told to do so by me.

The other guy said, “We have two groups, four from each side.  Three on the ground and one sniper for each team.”  The both grinned then went back to their truck and fell asleep.

Lacy parked behind their SUV, grabbed a roll of silver duct tape from the trunk, and then we taped up the men in the SUV and entered the estate using Dolly’s old entrance.  We had left the hidden door out of the plans when we updated the security deliberately.  There was a camera.  Lacy and I smiled and waved at it to reassure everyone in the panic room, which had full security monitors.   I didn’t dare call them since that could have been monitored. 

We headed toward the house while I broadcasted, Sleep! as strongly as I could.  Both Lacy and I jumped as a man fell out of a tree and almost landed on us.  He must have been the sniper.  He broke his neck landing wrong.  Lacy and I worked our way around the perimeter just inside the woods, avoiding all the traps that had been activated with the security.  I kept up my broadcast and sure enough, another sniper fell out of a tree in front of us.  This one hit hard, but was still alive, so we tussled him up with duct tape.

We heard a loud zap from the house and five guys came running out dragging a sixth.  It seemed that the electrified doorknobs got someone.  Good idea Dolly.  They withdrew from the house rapidly, were soon in range, and then they slept.  We quickly dragged them into the bushes and taped them up as well.  That left two men left.

We went around to the first side, and there the two of them were, checking out the sniper with the broken neck.  They were asleep and tussled up in no time.  I called Chrissie.  “Hey, honey, is everyone okay?”

“Yes, we made it here before they arrived.”

“Good.  Do you see any more on the monitors, like a backup team or something?”

“No.”

“Then stand down and come and help Lacy and me collect these assholes.”

“Be right there.”

Of the ten man team, eight were still alive.  The one who fried himself on the doorknob and the sniper with a broken neck were dead.  We lined them up, then I sent, Wake Up!  They all sat up.  One of them said, “What is the meaning of this?  Who do you think you are?”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying.  I replied, “I think this is my house, and that you were here to kill me.”  Then I sent as well as verbally asked, “Who sent you to kill me?”

“Mickey Mouse.”

“What?”

“That is the code name, we don’t know who it really is.”

“Do you know why you were supposed to kill me?  Or are you just in it for the money?”

“All I know is that you are a threat to national security.”

“Ha.  You mean I damaged Senator Albert’s human body part chop shop operation and he is pissed off.”

“I don’t know anything about that.  I’m just a soldier.”

“In what army?  Certainly not ours.  Otherwise you wouldn’t be working for the bad guys.”

“I don’t know why I am telling you this, but of course we are working for the good guys.  Mom, Pop, and Uncle Sam.”

“I think you need to be enlightened.”  I sent and said, “Senator Albert is running a human body parts operation where he buys people, kills them, then sells the parts.  You are morally outraged by that, because it is evil, because it is un-American, because it is a person we should trust doing it, and because you were used to kill innocents.  Your new mission is to do a Rambo and take this man out, no matter what.  Do you understand?”

They all nodded.

I sent and said, “Many of these girls were kept in a body farm and were to be butchered.  They are innocent witnesses.  They are the ones you must protect with your life.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” They all said in chorus.

I said to the girls, “Okay, cut them free to go do their job.”

They all got up and without a word, left.  I waited an hour, then I called the sheriff.  “Sheriff, the criminals have all left, leaving two bodies behind.”

“*sigh*  I will be out with the coroner to take care of it.  Anyone injured?”

“No, we are all just fine.”

Two days later the news said that Senator Albert had committed suicide in his country home.   There were papers next to him on his desk tying him to eight different body part operations around the country, including the one in San Francisco.

Chapter 25:

There were two mysteries left.  I called Carrie to my office.  She came in and cuddled with me on the couch.  I let that go for a while, then I asked, “Carrie, can you tell me what the deal is with you and your sisters?”

She went silent for a while, then she said, “Have you ever seen the movie, ‘Anna to the Infinite Power’?”

“Yes.  Is that your situation?”

“Sorta.  We were an attempt at cloning a man’s dead daughter.  We were kept locked away until I broke us all out.  We have some questions ourselves, for instance, I am a viable clone, so why did he make eleven of us?  And, as you may have noticed, while we are individuals, we share physical sensations and some shared memories.  Even though we are all different ages, we are closer than twins.”

“Aren’t you afraid he will come after you or clone more of you?”

“He can’t clone more of us; I deliberately destroyed all his DNA samples before leaving.  And we made it all the way from the east coast to here, so unless we do something to stand out, he shouldn’t find us.  We didn’t know much about the world, so when Dolly found us hiding in an old railcar, we went with her and hid in the basement here.  The TV that she got us was the first idea of the greater world that we had ever had.  Our ‘dad’ only taught us science.  No literature besides technical stuff.  In the end that is what let us get out of there.  He had Nat, Cam, and me working as his lab assistants.  We decided to leave when he started muttering about ‘terminating’ the experiment and ‘getting rid of’ the prototypes.”

“Shit, I would run too!”

“Whatever you did when Dolly brought us to you had a really strong impact.  More than I think you realized.  I have seen you do it with others, and it was nothing compared to what it did to our minds.  I think because we are naturally telepathic with each other it resonated, amplified itself and really hit us hard.  The eleven of us felt the commands burning in to our minds, it hit us so fast and hard we couldn’t even be scared.  I don’t think we would even survive without the presence of your mind nearby for more than a few days.  When you went to San Francisco, we had serious problems by the third day.  We were all getting feverish and ill.”

Wow.  That was interesting.  “What is your range?  What if I took one of you with me in the future?”

“The furthest we have been apart is about 50 miles.  The distance involved didn’t seem to have much effect.”

“Good, because I really don’t want to have to haul all eleven of you on trips.  There are logistical problems with that.  Now, come ‘ere and take a seat.”  She giggled and adjusted herself until she could easily slide down my hard cock.  The innocent passion that she and her sisters had was something that I really enjoyed.

The second loose end appeared at the gate a week later.  Hannah walked up to the gate and asked for me.  I almost didn’t recognize her.  She had her hair styled, she wore a bright sundress, and had a big smile.  I buzzed her in.  As she reached the house I sent both of my lists to her.  All of my other girls were swarming around me.  “Girls, this is Hannah, a new sub-girl for our family.”