Sister’s Flute Practice

By Ivan the Terror

mf, mf+, inc, mc, oral, preg

First Monday

I had a cute sister.  Alicia was 17, long dark hair, tall with really nice curves, B cup breasts, and long perfect legs.  I was 14 and a bit nerdy, really being into computers and electronics.  Every so often, I would get a glimpse of her fantastic body when she loosely wrapped a towel about her when she dashed to her room from the shower.

Being the obnoxious little brother, I would do things like squeeze her butt or tickle her when she wasn’t looking – “Kris, stop it!” she would squeal in a huff and stamp away.  The feel (and look) of her delicious ass and soft skin would give me hours upon hours of masturbatory bliss.

Alicia played the flute in the marching band at school.  She wasn’t very good at it, but practiced for at least an hour every day.  My parents were happy that she was bettering herself, but she really was deadly on the flute.  I would deliberately bug her while she was practicing, just to get her to stop for a minute.  Hijinks like blasting my radio next door (which my mom made me stop); bursting into her room with constant inane questions; wrestling with the dog in front of her room; that sort of thing.  She rapidly learned to completely ignore me while she was practicing.

One day, she was working on a particularly deadly peace, when I looked in her door.  I had been being nice to her for the last week because her boyfriend had dumped her for a cheerleader and she was in pretty rough shape.  Playing the Star Spangled Banner at a monotone got me to her door.  I had no plans, just to get her to stop for a minute.  I froze.  She was dressed in a pair of really short cutoffs and a tank top.  If she hadn’t been facing the other way, I would have fled due to the sudden tent in my shorts.  Her perfect legs were completely shown, and I was getting a nice side view of her tit through her arm hole since she had her arm up in the air to hold the flute.  She was wearing a bra, but it was still unbelievably sexy.

I stood there for a few minutes, no longer hearing the flute, just letting the view sink in.   My mind was racing.  I rapidly hatched a plan.  Maybe I could get a feel of those legs if she thought I was trying to bug her like usual.  I snuck up behind, she was sitting on the edge of her bed with a music stand in front of her, and slowly eased my way on to the bed behind her.  I don’t think she even realized I was there.  Reaching around her right side (the flute was on the left), I put my hand on her thigh, as high as I dared, which was about halfway up, and waited for her reaction.

Wow!  Did that leg feel nice.  Smooth and supple and warm.  I reveled in the feel of her bare skin under my hand.  It took me about 10 seconds to realize that she hadn’t stopped!  One flubbed note that was hardly noticeable among others and she kept playing.  Holy crap!  She was letting me feel her leg!  I swear the tent in my pants grew two inches!

Not wanting to spoil a good thing, I kept my hand motionless for a minute or two.  Then I couldn’t resist slowly sliding my hand up that golden tanned thigh.  When I felt the heat from her crotch, I chickened out and reversed direction.  For the next ten minutes I slowly stroked that perfect thigh.  I was really cramped, kneeling behind her on the bed, but I didn’t care.  Then I came in my pants.  Embarrassed, I pulled my hand back, slid back off the bed and fled to the bathroom to cleanup.

Needless to say, that evening I must of jacked off 5 times thinking about what had happened.  I went over and over it in my mind.  I still couldn’t believe it.

The next morning Alicia ignored me like usual as we got ready for school.  Fine, if she wanted to play it quiet, I could do that.

At school that day, I spent the day in a haze of hormones.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of the gorgeous legs of girls in shorts and skirts all around me.  I just kept remembering how wonderful Alicia’s leg had felt.

When I got home, I heard that Alicia was practicing again.  Immediately I rushed upstairs and peeked into her room.  She was sitting like before, but wearing pants!  I was a little disappointed, but hoped that yesterday wasn’t a fluke.  I slipped over to the bed and slowly moved in behind her.  So I wouldn’t cramp like last time, I slid my legs on each side of her and moved forward.  Again with the one missed note and she kept playing.  In my current position I could easily smell her hair, hmmm, nice.  Reaching around her, careful not to bump her flute, I started stroking her leg again.  This was a much better angle than before and I could wrap my fingers down the inner thigh.

I stroked up a down for a bit, and then got bolder and rubbed all the way to the top, brushing the side of my index finger against the crease in her pants.  I kept this up for a bit, noticing her playing was actually getting better, albeit with a few hiccups as I stroked.  I guess she was getting distracted which helped her playing.  After about 15 minutes I was ready to burst again, but didn’t want to do it in my pants.  I pulled back, and not believing my daring, leaned forward and whispered in her right ear, “I like the shorts better, don’t you?”  Then I took off like a rocket for the bathroom to cum into the toilet after only one stroke.

The next day when I got home from school, she was practicing again.  Dashing up the stairs I ran down the hall and peered into her doorway.  She was wearing the shorts!  Damn, she must like what I am doing!  I wasted no time getting across the room and sliding in behind her.  Hmmm, that hair smelled nice.  Reaching around I slowly started stroking her inner thigh.  This time she didn’t even miss a beat.

Since her left arm was high up in the air, I reached around and put my left hand on her t-shirted belly while I slid my right hand up her warm thigh.  Damn she had the softest smoothest thighs!  My right finger brushed against her shorts which were pulled tight over her crotch.  The feel of her thigh and the smell of her hair were getting my close, but I needed to stroke my finger over that hot heavenly area.  Like the day before, her playing suddenly got a lot better.  As I stroked her through the shorts, I slowly slid my left hand up until I was rubbing the underside of her left tit with my left index finger.  Suddenly I came in my pants again.  As I did so, she suddenly stiffened and skipped a few notes.  I almost came a second time in 10 seconds as I realized that she was having an orgasm too.  I whispered, “Thanks, we’ll have to do this again, maybe without the shorts”, pulled back and headed to the bathroom to clean myself up again.

As I entered her room the next day, I couldn’t believe what she was wearing.  I knew that she wore jeans and a blouse to school that day, but she must have changed when she got home, because she was wearing a sundress!  I practically came in my pants for two reasons; she was so gorgeous, and thinking about no shorts!  I practically ran over to the bed and slid in behind her.

Positioning my hands like usual, I slid my right hand up her right leg.  I was all I could do to keep my hand from shaking.  I felt it get warmer and warmer, suddenly I felt my finger hit something moist.  I realized that she didn’t have any panties on!  My hand DID start shaking at that point.  I slowly explored with my finger, trying desperately to remember everything I had read on the ‘net, Playboy, and Hustler about what to do now.  Slowly I stroked up and down her very wet dripping slit.  Her playing got better and better.  By now I knew that when the playing got good, it was the right thing to do.  I slid my left hand up and cupped her left breast through the dress while I found her clit and started rubbing it.  Suddenly she stiffened and made the first sound I had heard her make during our practice sessions, a loud moan.  I had long since cum in my pants, but I was loving this, so I kept rubbing her clit and squeezing her tit as she came again and again, her moan changing to an “Oh, oh, oh…”.  After 10-15 orgasms I moved back as she collapsed back against me and I whispered, “Just wear a robe tomorrow, ok?”  and left to clean up as usual as she laid there nearly unconscious.  

What was funny while all these practice sessions were going on, Alicia still treated me as the annoying little brother outside of practice.  Not even a hint of anything.  I would have liked some consideration, but as long as our practice sessions kept going, I wasn’t going to say anything.

That Friday I slipped into her room.  She was wearing the robe.  I went to my room and undressed down to my undies, then went back and climbed in behind her.  She was playing a lot better even before I got there.  Wanting to try something different, I reached around her, loosened up the robe, and then directly cupped her bare tits in my palms.  Damn, did those feel great.  I gave them a gentle squeeze, and then with my left hand I started playing with her nipple while I slid my right hand down across her belly to her sparse bush.  Much more in control of myself than earlier that week, I slid my finger down her crack, getting it nice and moist, and slowly slid it into her, occasionally strumming her clit with my thumb.  In no time at all she stiffened and I felt my finger literally pulled into her twat.  I kept slowly inserting and removing my finger as I strummed her clit and, like the day before, she had orgasm after orgasm.  I leaned forward and licked her ear and she squealed like a stuck pig and came again, collapsing back against me.  I actually managed to hold my own as she came.  I whispered, “Nice…We need to do this more often,” in her right ear.  Slipping out from behind her I left her nearly passed out on the bed again as I headed to the bathroom to paint the toilet white.

The Weekend

The next day was Saturday and Alicia normally practiced in the mornings so that she could go out with her friends in the afternoon.  Sure enough I awoke to the sounds of flute practice.  Not even bothering to get dressed (I sleep in the buff) I got up and headed down the hall, already hard as a rock.

I slipped into Alicia’s room, noting that she was wearing the robe again.  I slipped up behind her, noticing that the robe was too long and I couldn’t get at her bare back.  Anyway, I started as I had the day before, feeling those wonderful B cup breasts.  Her nipples hard as diamonds as I flicked and squeezed them.  Moving both hands down, I started rubbing her clit with my left hand and fingering her pussy with my right hand.  Soon she started cumming.  After 5 6 orgasms I licked her ear, and as she started cumming again, I whispered, “Let’s forget the robe next time.”  Then I fingered her to 3-4 more orgasms before heading to the bathroom.

Normally Alicia would spend the evening with her friends, then get home late and go straight to bed.  I was surprised to hear the flute that evening about nine.  She was getting pretty good.  I dashed upstairs from the basement rec-room and peeked in her door.  Sure enough, she was sitting there naked as a jaybird, practicing her flute.  Rapidly dumping my clothes in my room, I ran in and slid in behind her as usual.  This time I pressed my bare belly and cock up against her bare back.  My cock leaked a little pre-cum as it rubbed across her back, just above her delicious ass.  I felt her shudder as she felt my cock rub against her.  As I fondled her hard nipples, I was thinking, “Wow!  She is really getting addicted to this!  I wonder how far I can push things?”  Thinking some more, I figured if she was getting hooked, then I had better not push things until she is completely hooked.  With that thought, I reached down and stroked her to orgasm, about on the sixth one, I whispered, “I would really like to kiss you sometime,” and then I fingered her to another five orgasms.  As she lay there in a half-coma, I got up and left.

The next morning I woke up to silence.  Dang it.  Getting up I headed towards the bathroom.  Suddenly Alicia stepped out of the bathroom, only a towel in her hair, wearing nothing else.  I was also in the buff and instantly hard.  She smiled, came over, gave me a big hug, (damn if I didn’t get even bigger) pressing those wonderful tits up against me, and I felt her bush on my cock.  She smiled even more, leaned over, and gave me the kiss of a lifetime.  Tongue and all.  I reached around and cupped her cheeks as I kissed her back.  After a few minutes, she disengaged, then sauntered down the hall to her room, her gorgeous perfect ass twinkling.  I stood there stunned until my morning bladder made me run for the toilet.  I had real problems pissing through my hard-on.

Suddenly, the erotic sounds of a Flute playing came down the hall.  Like a moth I ran down the hall to Alicia’s room.  Wanting to try something different, I went around in front of her, careful not to block her view of the music, but so she could easily see my hard cock, then I kneeled in front of her.  This was the first good look I had of her fantastic tits; I almost came just looking at them.  Leaning over I took the right one (her right, she was still playing the flute on her left, although her eyes were glued to my hard cock) and slurped up the nipple.  I could hear her gasp as I started sucking.

Slowing kissing and licking my way down, I got to her pussy.  It was red and inflamed.  I leaned forward and slowly licked from the bottom up, flicking my tongue across her clit at the end.  She stopped playing as she froze and started to orgasm.  I kept lapping and she kept orgasming.  I continued until she could barely quiver and my tongue was tired.  I moved up beside her on the bed and whispered, “You really want to fuck me, don’t you?”

I couldn’t believe it when I heard her murmur, “um-hmm”.  I whispered, “You like being with me, don’t you?”  Again she murmured, “um-hmm”.

Still sporting the hard-on, I got dressed and went down for breakfast.  About 15 minutes later, Alicia came down, gave a hearty “Good Morning, Kris!” and sat down to eat a bowl of cereal.  That was the first time she had ever said something pleasant to me in the morning.

I started to think.  Everything I had told her to do while she was in orgasmic bliss she did.  We would see if that was true soon enough if she actually fucked me.

After breakfast I was heading for the rec-room when I heard the flute again.  I quickly reversed direction and dashed upstairs.  I stripped as I came into the room.  She was already in the buff.  She actually put down the flute and came over and kissed me.  Then she whispered in my ear, “Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”

Shoving her back on the bed, I grabbed her knees, pressed them back and to the side, leaned forward and slid home, surprisingly breaking her hymen in the process.  She seemed not to notice as she started hunching her ass up to meet my thrusts, her pussy clenching hard on my hard cock.  Suddenly she froze, shuddered, and started cumming, and cumming hard.  The only movement I felt was her cunt squeezing my cock.  I quickly came too, filling up her quim with my love juice.  She was still orgasming as I whispered in her ear, “You love me and want to always be with me and do what I want, don’t you?”

“Um-hmm.”

“You are my love slave.”  I figured that would get a response from her if she wasn’t really doing things arbitrarily.  But no response except a dreamy smile.

Just thinking about it made me hard again.  Since I was still plugged in, I started slowly stroking again.  Alicia wrapped her legs around me, smiled and said, “I love you Kris.”  Then as her pussy clamped down on my cock, she leaned up and kissed me, hard.  Since I had just cum, I was able to keep stroking and thrusting even when she started cumming herself.  As she quivered and her eyes rolled back, I whispered things in her ear, things like “You NEED me”, “It is painful to be away from me”, “I am the reason for your existence”.

The more of these I whispered in her ear, the more she orgasmed.   Suddenly she passed out, only her pussy still clamping onto my cock.  I let myself go again, dumping more cum against her cervix, pumping until my balls ached.  Untangling myself, I got up and looked down at her unconscious body, her face and neck all flushed, her nips upright and hard, legs spayed wide, and cute pussy dripping my cum.  What a wonderful sight.  My poor abused penis almost got hard again.

I stumbled down the hall, took my shower and collapsed in bed, rapidly falling asleep even though it was only 10 AM.

It was the most wonderful feeling.  Still half asleep, I opened my eyes and looked down.  Alicia was hard at work giving me an unbelievably fantastic feeling blowjob.  She slowly licked up the side, pulling my foreskin back, bob on the head a little, then slurp in the whole enchilada.  Then repeat from a slightly different angle.  After about five minutes of this, I couldn’t take it anymore, and when she slurped it down, she got the cream filling.  She eagerly swallowed it all, closing her eyes and shuddering as she had a minor orgasm herself.

Pulling her up, I gave her a big hug and said, “Thank you, sis”.  The feeling of her body against mine was so nice that we just laid there for a while.  Then Mom yelled up the stairs, telling us to get going on our chores.  We both giggled, and then she headed back to her room to get dressed while I scrounged for some clothes.

The rest of the day as I did my chores, Alicia was right beside me to help.  As I did the dishes, she dried them.  As I mowed the lawn, she weed-whipped and weeded the flower garden.  The nice thing was, she didn’t mind if I squeezed her fine ass as she walked by anymore.

Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but I still was amazed at how subservient she was.  Completely submissive, anything I said goes.  Her ex is a compete fool, I thought.

That evening as we were getting ready for bed, I told her she was sleeping with me from now on.  She eagerly undressed and packed her bed so it looked like she was sleeping there, then ran naked to my room.  I was standing there waiting.  After going all day with a painful hard-on,  I spun her around, bent her over the bed and taking aim, thrust home.  I rammed her about ten times, then we both came, hard; collapsing forward with me on top of her, forcing the head of my cock into her cervix.  Suddenly she let out a short shriek, arched her back like she was having a seizure, and passed out.  I let out my last squirt directly into her womb, then worked myself up and off of her.

I was a little worried, that was the biggest orgasm I had ever seen.  She was out like a light.  I didn’t know what to do, so I maneuvered her under the covers and climbed in, telling her how much she needed and loved me, that she would die without me, etc., just in case she was as open to suggestion as usual.

As I slid in next to her, I was really excited.  I get to sleep with a hottie naked in my arms!  I was already hard again as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her over head over to lay on my chest, her hair spread out like a beautiful blanket.  In spite of my excitement, the feeling of utter contentment caused me to drift off.

2nd Monday

The next morning I again woke to the wonderful feeling of a morning blowjob.  After giving her some more cream and her subsequent minor orgasm, I sent her to her room to get ready for school.  As I got dressed, my ego was on cloud nine.

Alicia came down to get her bowl of cereal a few minutes later.  Wow, she looked good.  Since we were alone (mom was still in bed and dad was at work), I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, squeezing her sweet cheeks through the jeans.  “Damn, I love you so much!” she muttered as she clung to me like a static sock.

Releasing her, I sent her to eat breakfast.  After breakfast, when she was heading out the door, she rushed over to me crying and said, “Oh, I don’t want to go!  I want to stay with you!”

“Now, now.  It is OK.  You will only be away for a few hours.”  With a grin I added, “You need to go to school anyway, I don’t like stupid girls, you know.”  

Even though I half meant it as a joke, she took that very seriously.  She said, “OK” through her tears and with slumped shoulders and an occasional sob, left for school.  I left myself thinking that I may have overdone it a bit.

When I got home that afternoon, I heard the flute practice.  Dashing up the stairs, I quickly undressed, then slipped into her room.  She was practicing, nude of course, in her usual spot.  I slid in behind her.  As soon as she felt me slip in behind her, she dropped the flute, turned around and gave me a big hug, crying.  “Oh Kris, I missed you so much!”

My balls were pressed up against her bush, and my cock was pressed between our bellies.  I said, “Missed you too, sis”, lifted her up a bit, and then lowered her, skewering her dripping cunt on my hard piston.  She hugged me hard, shuddering as she came, almost instantly.  I whispered in her ear, “You will love to go to school, because you know I like smart girls.  It will be painful to be away from me, but you will do it because I want you to.”  I figured that should make her more willing to go to school.

That night I took her from behind again.  Again she passed out from the orgasm when my cock slid into her womb.  I had been thinking about this all day as I scoped out all the beautiful ass at school.  I whispered into her ear, “You worship my cock and you know it needs lots of pussy, you want to find more girls for it, you think this is a wonderful idea.”  To make it stick, I repeated it several ways 5-10 times.  I then manhandled her into bed and went to sleep.

2nd Tuesday

Again I awoke to Alicia’s delightful oral ministrations.  She was getting very, very good.  Since she was pretty good to start with, it was fantastic now.  I was more practiced in holding out, but I still lasted only about a minute before giving her a creamy breakfast.

Rolling her over, I started licking up and down her pussy.  She tasted fantastic, but the pubes were a bit annoying.  They were both smothering and scratchy.  As I licked her clit then sucked on it, I formulated what to say when she came.  Soon she was alternatively thrashing about and freezing arching her back and cumming over and over.

I moved up and keeping her cumming by stroking her clit with my finger, I whispered in her ear, “You NEED to get rid of those thick pubes.  You HATE them.  You MUST immediately make an appointment to have them removed with laser hair removal.  I like the light down on your legs, so you will leave that.”  Then I moved back down and sucked her to another two orgasms.  She had light blond down on her legs so she didn’t need that hair removed, and the local laser hair removal place had been advertising cheap treatments lately.

I left her there to recover and headed for the bathroom.

Alicia still cried a little, but was much more amicable to going to school.  The surprise was when I got home that afternoon.  Alicia was up practicing the flute.  She was getting very good.  She had told me that Sunday that the band coach was moving her up to first chair and he had remarked on her improvement.   Anyway, I quickly ran upstairs, shed my clothes in her doorway, and slid in behind her.  As she felt me move into position, she paused for a second, sighed happily, then continued to play.

I reached around and played with those gorgeous tits for a minute, then slid my hands downward.  No pubes!  I wasn’t expecting her to get it done that soon, although I suppose I did make it seem like an emergency.  I quickly moved around in front of her and crouched down to examine her pussy.  It was still a bit red, but it was beautiful.  I exclaimed, “Wow, that is sexy!”  And at that simple complement from me, she had an orgasm!  I leaned forward and sucked on her clit, and she literally dropped her flute as she went into multiple orgasms.  As she arched her back and clenched her fists over and over as she repeatedly came and came, between licks I ordered, “You love doing sexy things for me.  You need me.  You worship me and must get as many girls as you can to worship me too.  I am the purpose for your existence.  You feel wonderful and fulfilled being with me and doing what I say.”  And many more things of that sort.  She kept cumming until she passed out.

I was still hard as a rock, so I slid into her hot quim.  I could feel her pussy contracting and massaging my cock.  As I started stroking she woke up enough to wrap her legs around me and thrust back.  She quivered every few seconds with minor orgasms.  I whispered into her ear every time I felt her cum, “You love me and need me to survive.” Alternating with “You will die without me”.  Since she came 20-30 times, that was super reinforced.

That evening, as I took her deep again and she passed out, I suggested, “You know that I need variety.  Your pussy is the best there is, but I need variety.  You will recruit Sunny to help you take care of my needs.  You are happy that you can do this for me.  You are always happy doing things for me.”  Sunny was her best friend, short for Sun Li.  She was a super hot mostly Korean girl who looked a lot like Brenda Song and she was a cheerleader.  I didn’t know if whatever was going on would extend past my sister, but it sure was worth a shot.

2nd Wednesday

I daydreamed again all day in school.  If Alicia was able to recruit Sunny and she was as pliable, I was going to have to recruit a few of the hotties in my class.  I spent much of the day building a mental list.

That evening after flute practice as Alicia awoke from her orgasmic coma, she told me, “Kris, I arranged a sleepover with Sunny this Friday when Mom and Dad are out.  I have told her how wonderful you are and she wants to see for herself.  Is this ok?”  She stared at me with scared eyes combined with puppy dog eyes.

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” I said and watched as her eyes lost the scared look and just held the puppy dog worship look.  It was amazing to see.  In spite of just fucking her into unconsciousness a few minutes before, I got hard as a rock.  Pulling Alicia over on top of me, she slid down impaling herself to the hilt with a loud happy sigh.  After riding me until we both came again I whispered, “I am proud of you for getting me the girls I need.”  She orgasmed again at the praise, making her pass out with a happy contented smile on her beautiful face.

2nd Friday

Friday morning as we cuddled after she awoke me with a wonderful blowjob, we discussed her plan.

“She is really curious about you, but we need to be indirect,” Alicia said.  “I would think a game of Truth or Dare or Strip Poker would be the way to go.”

Any way would be great, I thought.  “Alicia, you have done such a wonderful job so far, you can choose the way to go.”

After a sigh of pleasure at the compliment, she said, “Thank you!”

All day in school I was anxious about that evening.  I sure hoped that whatever this was, it was something that I did rather than something in my sister.  I mentally revised my list of hotties over and over and had to make two trips to the bathroom to relieve myself, painting the bowl white.

That afternoon when I got home, I heard Alicia practicing.  I stripped at the bedroom door and slipped in behind her.  I played with her beautiful perky breasts for a bit while she played, asking between pieces when Sunny was arriving.

Biting her lower lip, she said about eight.

I asked Alicia to take the edge off.  She turned around, knelt next to her bed and gave me a wonderful blowjob.  After swallowing all my spunk and a small orgasm from her as well, I let her get back to practice and went to do my homework.

Just before eight I heard Sunny arrive.  Peeking out my door I saw her and Alicia head into Alicia’s room.  Damn, she looked fine.  She was wearing shorts and a tank top, similar to what Alicia was wearing a couple of weeks ago.  I went back to my homework and waited.

About half an hour later there was a knock on my room door.  Alicia was there and I could see Sunny standing in the doorway of Alicia’s room.  Alicia leaned forward and whispered, “Time to play Truth or Dare.”

I whispered back, “Sounds like fun,” and followed her back to her room.  I said, “Hi,” to Sunny as I entered the room.  She grinned nervously and said, “Hi,” back.

We all sat on the floor in a circle next to the bed.  Alicia sitting right where she was kneeling earlier when she gave me the blow job.  Both of the girls were sitting cross legged showing their wonderful legs.  Alicia told Sunny that she could go first since she was the guest.

She thought for a minute.  I could tell she wanted to ask me, but at the last minute she switched to Alicia and asked, “Truth or Dare.”  Alicia picked Truth.  “Have you ever made out with a boy?”

“Yes,” grinned Alicia, “How about you?  Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever made out with a boy?”

“No.”  

Hmmmm, this is going to be interesting I thought.

“Kris, Truth or Dare,” asked Sunny.

“Truth.”  I wanted to say Dare, but you never say Dare the first time.

“Have you ever made out with a girl?”

“Yes.”  My reply made Sunny giggle and Alicia grinned a little.  These were the preliminary questions that you always have to ask, now we could get down to business.  After all, Sunny knew from reputation that I was hot stuff with girls, that was the whole reason she was here.  Not wanting to push her, I turned to Alicia, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

Knowing she would and wanting to get things going a little, I said, “I dare you to take off your tank-top.”  Without hesitation she peeled off her tank top.  I was expecting her to have a bra on, but her perfect breasts stood out, her nipples half-erect.  I could tell that Sunny was a bit surprised at how quickly Alicia complied.

Alicia turned to Sunny and said, “Truth or Dare?”  Sunny looked like she knew what was coming, but said, “Dare” anyway.  “I dare you to go topless.”  Alicia was smart, that way Sunny would have to take off her bra too.  Sunny slowly peeled off her tank top, showing her beautiful breasts in a pink bra.  She then slowly took off the bra.  Very nice!  They were almost as perfect as Alicia’s.  I commented, “Nice,” and Sunny turned beet red.

She turned to me, and without even asking said, “I dare you to take off your pants!”  I had no problem with that and peeled off my jeans.  You could easily see my hard on pushing out the front of my undies.  Feeling very exhibitionistic, I sat back down while Sunny’s eyes were glued to my bulge.  Her nips hardened and stood out a good half-inch.  Using Alicia’s trick I said back to Sunny, “I dare you to go bottomless!”

Blinking a few times as she realized what had happened; peer pressure and horniness made her stand up and peel off both her shorts and panties in one move.  She had a nice silken bush and puffy lips.  My cock jumped at the sight and I could see Sunny blink a few times in reaction before she said to Alicia, “I dare you to get naked too!”  Even though I had been fucking her for a week now, my cock still jumped at the sight of her naked pussy.  I could see Sunny bite her lower lip at the sight.

Alicia turned to me and said, “I dare you to let Sunny pull off your undies and feel your penis for a minute.”  Sunny didn’t even object.  She just crawled over to me, removed my undies, reached over and wrapped her hand around my hard cock.  Alicia said, “Kiss it.”  And Sunny leaned over and kissed the end of my cock.  She was mesmerized.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock.  Alicia said, “Turn around.”   Sunny turned around so her beautiful pussy was right in front of my face, slowly moving her hand up and down, jacking my cock.

I leaned my head up and slurped along her pussy, ending up with my lips wrapped around her clit where I sucked hard.  She had frozen at the start of my lick, and she suddenly grunted and her pussy squirted all over my face.  Rapidly I sat up and pulled back on her shoulders so she was sitting on my lap.  I whispered in her ear, “You love this and want to do it as much as possible.”  I hoped that would work.  I added, “You love me.”  I reached around and started rubbing her clit and kept whispering variants of this in her ear as she came and came.  Suddenly she shuddered and collapsed as she passed out in ecstasy.   By now I had a case of blue balls and so I laid her down on the floor, got up and led Alicia to the bed.

“You did a very good job,” I told her.  She bit her lip and had a minor orgasm at the complement.  I laid her back on the bed, spread her legs so that her knees were on her shoulders, and slid home.  Damn, she was good.  I hoped that Sunny would be at least half as nice.  Alicia was spasming under me as she had climax after climax, he pussy squeezing and stroking my cock as it slid in and out.  I came and filled her with man butter, whispering in her ear, “You did a wonderful job recruiting Sunny.  If you find any girl as nice you will attempt to recruit her.  You love doing this for me.  You are my number one girl.  It is your responsibility to find more girls for me.”  She came again at the complement and then passed out.

I realized I had to add the non-jealously programming to Sunny.  Looking at her lying there, I stayed hard.  Hoping that the other programming had worked, I went over to her and gave her a big kiss.  She slowly woke up, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me back.  Very nice, almost as nice as Alicia.  I kissed down her neck and between her breasts.  Running my tongue up her right breast I circled the aureole then licked and sucked on the nipple.  She was grunting already.  She shouted, “Kris, I love you.” And then came again, massively, arching her back, clenching her fists, the whole enchilada.  I leaned up and whispered in her ear, “You love being one of my girls.  Your goal in life is to make me happy.  You enjoy seeing me with other girls since I am happy.  You cannot live without me.  You will sicken and die if you do not have sex with me at least once a month.  You are my love slave.  You have to do anything I tell you to do.”  I repeated that a couple of times as she continued to orgasm.  I reached down and tweaked her clit and she continued to orgasm as I repeated that over and over another 20-30 times.  After about ten minutes I let her stop and she immediately passed out again.

Well, I at least had a talent for making girls happy.  I just hope that the programming while they have orgasms part worked on all girls as well.  I guessed that we’d see when Sunny recovered.  While both girls lay there unconscious with silly grins on their faces, I sat down at Alicia’s desk and contemplated the two of them.  It was hard to imagine a more fantastic sight.

A few minutes later they started coming around.  Sunny sat up and exclaimed, “Wow!”   She still looked a little dazed.  She looked up and saw me, got a panicked look in her eyes, quickly crawled over to me, kneeled in front of me, stared at my cock and said, “Kris, oh Kris, I love you so much.”

This could still be a side effect of the sex play.  I had to make sure.  Alicia was awake and sitting on the bed watching.  “Alicia, come here.”

She came over.  I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pushing her top, I bent her forward , stood up, and rammed into her.  I looked over at Sunny.  I figured if she was programmed properly that she wouldn’t mind, and would even be happy for me.  If not she would get pretty upset.  It was a gamble.  Sunny looked confused like she was trying to figure something out.  Suddenly she smiled.  She kept watching closely as I stroked in and out of Alicia.  I deliberately held back when Alicia came a minute later.

I reached out to Sunny.  She saw my hand and put hers into it.  I pulled back out of Alicia and led Sunny to the bed.  Positioning her like Alicia was half an hour ago with her knees on her shoulders, I climbed on board.  Slowly sliding forward I sank into her pussy.    She shrieked, “Kris,” with every stroke.  It felt very different than Alicia.  I kept banging my cock on the end of her pussy.  Thinking about when I take Alicia from behind, I thrust forward harder and slid through her cervix into her hot womb.  Her eyes rolled back, she shrieked, “Kris!” one more time, her chest heaved as she arched her back and she passed out just as I started filling her with baby makers.

Taking advantage, I whispered in her ear, “You hate all the hair below your neck, you want to remove it all with electrolysis.  You will ask Alicia how she got rid of hers.  You know this will hurt a little, but you know it will be great to get rid of it and you know I will really like it, so of course you have to do it.  You want to do anything that makes me happy.  You love me so much that it hurts when you are away from me.  You know that I own you heart and soul.  I am more important than even god.  You know that you were born to make me happy.  That is the entire purpose of your life.  You have to do anything I tell you to do, you want to do everything I tell you to do.  You will be very happy doing everything I tell you to do because your entire purpose in life is to make me happy.”  She orgasmed over and over while I whispered, even though she was passed out.  There is definitely something going on here.

I moved back to the desk chair and started thinking.  It seemed that when a girl was orgasming, I could program them, apparently completely and to the lowest level.  As long as I kept “writing” the program, they stayed in an orgasmic state.  It appeared that they had no recollection of it either.  The question now was, why were they letting me get them to orgasm in the first place?  Heck, I am a 14 year old 8th grade geek, why was I able to get into this situation with beautiful high school girls who normally would turn their nose up at me?

I looked over at Alicia who was kneeling next to me, quietly waiting.  “Alicia, when I first came into your room when you were practicing, why did you let me feel your leg?”

She thought for a moment, and said, “I was feeling so alone, and it felt so good, I just let you.”

“What about the second time when you were wearing the pants?”

“Same reason, it just felt so good.  When Justin touched my breasts or felt my leg it never felt like that!”

Hmmm…  Interesting.  Maybe my touch has some power.  “Give me your hand.”

Alicia lifted her right hand.  I took it and cupped my hands around it.  “Tell me how this feels,” I told her.  “Physically, not just because you like me, ok?”

“It feels good,” she said after a moment.  I had a brainstorm and started ogling her beautiful tits.  Almost instant hard on.  Suddenly Alicia gasped, “Wow!  It feels great!”  She started breathing heavy and her nipples got really hard.

Well, well, well.  When I was sexually excited, then my touch causes similar effects in women.  That could be useful.  One more question.  “How did you talk Sunny into coming here tonight?”

“Well, I knew that she was having problems with her boyfriend.  I mentioned how I had heard how good you were with girls, and how you wouldn’t ever tell anyone, and she almost jumped at the chance.  Most girls would.  I am amazed at how well she responded to you when she got here though.”

It seems that part is completely normal.  My sister must be pretty persuasive though.  That could be useful.  While I was thinking about this, Sunny woke up and came over and kneeled by my other leg.  Both of them were kneeling there staring up at me with doe eyes.  My hard on returned with a vengeance with the feeling of power.  I reached out and stroked the side of both of their faces.  They both closed their eyes and moaned.  Closing my eyes, I concentrated on pushing my feeling of horniness; suddenly I hear both girls gasp and shudder.  Opening my eyes I see both of their eyes roll back and then they collapsed like they were having a seizure.  Maybe I overdid it a bit.

One more thing to try.  I wondered if I could program without vocalizing.  I cupped both of their faces and concentrated, I love your gorgeous asses.  You will present them to me when I say “greek”.  I left it with that.  I figured that would be enough to test things.  I saw them convulse in another orgasm even though they were unconscious, so I guessed it would work.

About an hour later, I felt that I had really overdone it as the two of them were still out cold.  I lifted them onto the bed, went to my room, arranged it so it looked like I was sleeping there, then went back into Alicia’s room, climbed into bed between the two girls, and went to sleep.

2nd Saturday

I awoke to a wonderful feeling.  Glancing down I saw both Alicia and Sunny working on a dual blow job.  I laid back and let them work on it.  Soon I was cumming and they were eagerly slurping it up, closing their eyes every few seconds and having mini orgasms.  After they finished licking me clean, they moved up and cuddled.  It felt wonderful, but what hit me was the smell.  We really reeked of sex.  I herded the girls down the hall to the bathroom.

We all piled into the shower.  We were all playing feely, I stroking all the tit and ass I could while the girls kept stroking my cock.  Soon I had an idea.  I whispered in Sunny’s ear, “Greek”.  She immediately turned away from me, bent over with her head between her legs and presented her gorgeous ass to me.  No hesitation at all.  I moved in behind her and slid home in her cute pussy.  As I was slowly fucking her and Alicia played with my balls, I eagerly anticipated when she was denuded.  I left a nice large load deep in her pussy.

Sunny had to go home after the shower.  Apparently we had slept until almost noon, and she was supposed to be home by then.  Sunny was crying and really upset about leaving me.  I had to give her direct orders to go home, promising that she could come back at any time.

3rd Monday

Now I knew my power.  I had my mental list of hotties, and just had to figure out how to get them.  Top of the list was Michelle in my 2nd period Social Studies class.  I had managed to swing a seat next to her at the beginning of the semester.  She was disgusted when the teacher told us that our assigned seats were where we were sitting already.  Since all seating in the school were chairs and tables, that meant only she and I were at the table.

Michelle was a real snot, but she was the most gorgeous girl in the school.  A blonde with a perfect figure.  I always enjoyed sitting next to her simply because she knew she was hot and liked to wear clothes to demonstrate it.  Today she was wearing what appeared to be a cross between a tube top and a chemise.  She had a pair of 80s style shorts where you could see her lower cheeks.  I had no problem getting hard, very hard.

She was ignoring me like usual.  I waited until the teacher was at the board and couldn’t see us.   I reached over and stroked my hand up her thigh under the table.  Rather than shriek and slap me like she normally would, she suddenly bit her lower lip, clenched her hands, and gave a small groan.  Suddenly she broke the pencil in her hand with a loud snap.  The teacher turned around, saw her clenching the pencil, rolled his eyes and turned back toward the board.

I slid my hand up her thigh until I reached the top.  I could feel the heat of her pussy on my pinkie.  She just sat there biting her lip, hands clenched, eyes straight ahead.  Concentrating, I sent a full power push.  She let out an “Eeep!” then rolled her eyes back and passed out, slumping down in her chair.  I could tell the teacher heard it, but he ignored it again as he continued his lecture on Vietnam.

I sent mental commands, You love me, you will do anything I say, you ache for me, you must always obey me, your entire purpose in life is to keep me, Kris, happy.  You want to be and love being one of my love slaves.  You will want to be with me as much as you can, you will be in pain whenever you are away from me.  You will sicken and die if you are away from me for more than a few weeks.  I repeated this over and over for the rest of the class period.  She has little mini-orgasms ever few seconds the whole time.  Some of the other kids were giving her strange looks, but the teacher was oblivious.  At the end of class I sent the command, wake up!  She suddenly sat up.

Before she was focused, I got up and left.  The next period I had computer lab.  It was a very stupid class, the students all knew more than the teacher, so she usually just ignored us and let us do what we want.  About five minutes into class suddenly Michelle appeared at the door and rushed over to me.  She sat down next to me and just sat there, looking confused.  I suppose she would be, all she would remember is me feeling her thigh and then nothing until she was alone in the classroom after everyone left.  She also had all sorts of powerful feelings for me, but she didn’t understand why.  She suddenly noticed everyone around her staring, so she turned and said, “What?” in a very nasty tone.

I hadn’t done anything to stop the bitchiness, but that wasn’t something I wanted to do in school in front of everyone.  I leaned over toward her and said, “Michelle, meet me at locker #341 after school.  I may be late, but wait.  Now get to class before you get in trouble.  Tell them you had woman problems in the bathroom.”  She blinked a few times, got up and left, still looking confused.

Well, that had worked, now for the second on my list.  Ms. Johnson wasn’t a student, she was the math teacher.  I had her last period.  She was one nasty piece of work.  She looked like a 19 year old Christy Brinkley, but she hated her students.  She would go out of her way to make them miserable.  The principal couldn’t do anything because she interpreted any interference in her teaching as sexual harassment.  No one, not even the geeky girls got better than a B- in her class.

Today she was giving a lecture on basic geometry.  Since it was simple stuff I sat there admiring her legs as she sat next to the overhead, anticipating when the class would get out and maintaining my hard on.  Finally the last bell rang.  Everyone ran out except me.  I went up to her desk where she was gathering her things.  I said, “Ms. Johnson, did you drop this?” and held out a board marker.  She reached out for it and, taking a chance, I grabbed her hand.  Concentrating hard, I pushed mentally.  Before she could get indignant about her hand, she sighed and collapsed in her seat.  She hadn’t passed out but she was dazed.  I ran to the door, closed and locked it.  Returning to the desk, I cupped the side of her face.  She gasped and fell back into the chair again.  Wanting this to be as powerful as I could get it, I spoke aloud, “Jenny, you love me.  You know that it is wrong to love a student, but you don’t care.  You ache for me constantly and feel miserable when I am not around.  You lust for me and want to be my total love slave.  You will do anything I tell you to.  You trust me completely and will tell me anything.  Your entire purpose in life is to make me happy.”  She was flopping around like a fish at this point, have constant orgasms as I spoke.  I stopped and gave her a few minutes to recover.  I touched her hand again and sent, wake up!  She suddenly sat up straight like Michelle had done.

“Whaaa, wha-what happened?” she gasped.  Then she saw me and got the strangest look I have ever seen on her face.  It was a mix of confusion and doe eyed complete devotion.

Wanting some answers, I asked, “Jenny, why do you always treat your students like dirt?”

“Because I shouldn’t be here.”

“Please explain why you shouldn’t be here.”

“My dad stopped my allowance, he says I am spoiled.  I had to get this job because I am broke.”

“How much was your allowance?”

“About $10,000 a month.”  Holy Shit!  I agree with her dad, she is a spoiled bitch.

“Where do you live?”

“I have a townhouse over on 6th avenue.  I am about to lose it though, I cannot pay the mortgage.”

“Jenny, go get your car and pick me and a friend up at the main school entrance in 10 minutes.”

“Ok.”  I could tell that she was still confused by this conversation.  I guess I will have to straighten her and Michelle out later.  I left the room and headed over to the courtesy phone by the main school office.  It wasn’t used much these days since everyone had cell phones, except for a few people like me.

I called home and told my mom that I would be a few hours late, that I was helping a teacher tutor a student.  It wasn’t exactly a lie I thought with a grin.

As I approached my locker I saw Michelle standing there crying.  The second she saw me coming she got a huge smile on her face, shrieked “Kris”, and ran over to me, hugging me tightly as she cried into my shirt, instantly soaking it.  “I t-thought you wer-weren’t coming,” she sobbed out.

“Of course I came.  I said I would.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.”  She sobbed into my already soaked t-shirt.  

I let her sob for a minute, then gently disengaged her arms so I could put my books in my locker.  I then took her hand and led her to the main school entrance.  Sure enough, Jenny was waiting there.  Michelle and I got into the beamer convertible with her, Michelle climbing into the back.  “Take us to your place,” I told Jenny.

The townhouse was quite the place.  It was huge, bigger than my parent’s house.  Jenny parked in underground parking and we took the private elevator up to the townhouse.  There was a huge living room with a equally huge dining room and kitchen on the first floor.  The master bedroom took up most of the second floor with a small bedroom across the stairway.  There were four bedrooms on the third floor that Jenny used for storage.  The place was perfect for what I needed.

I led the two of them into the master bedroom.  “Jenny, Michelle, both of you get undressed right now.”  Now this was something that they had been wanting to do, they eagerly started pulling off their clothes.  Since Michelle was barely dressed anyway, she was first to get bare.  I was very surprised to see teeth marks on her tits and what looked like whip marks on her ass.  I would have to get to the bottom of that!  Meanwhile Jenny was removing the last of her “don’t touch me” outfit.  Damn, she was perfect from head to toe.  “Now, both of you undress me.”  They eagerly came over and pulled my clothes off.  Jenny took my shirt and Michelle my pants.  I had already kicked off my shoes.  They kneeled and together pulled my underwear down, licking their lips and getting big eyed as my cock jumped out, hard as a rock.  I must have been really radiating, the two of them couldn’t keep their hands off of me and were pressing their bodies up to me keeping as much contact as possible, mewing like kittens.  Reaching out I did the face stroke, concentrating hard.  Both of their eyes rode back as they convulsed and collapsed.  Keeping my hands on their faces, I said, “You love this, you want to be with me as much as possible.  You will always obey me and do anything I say.  Your entire purpose for existence is to make me happy.  You love being one of many of my girls.  You will be happy when I am with one of my girls, even if it isn’t you because you want me to be happy.  You can tell me anything, you completely and totally trust me.”  They were still convulsing as I touched Michelle’s face alone and said, “Wake up”.  She awoke, but wasn’t very aware.  I let her sit there for a minute until her eyes focused.

“Michelle, how did you get those bite and whip marks?”

She suddenly started crying.  Through her sobs she told me, “My dad does it.  Since I didn’t get home tonight on time he will whip me again.  He forces me to let him play with my breasts and to give him blow jobs every night.  If I don’t he makes my little sister do it.”  I was horrified.  Not that he was doing sexual things with Michelle, heck, I was doing sexual things with Michelle, but that he was forcing her and her sister.

“Michelle, he will never touch you again.”

With hope in her voice, she said, “Really?”

“Yes, because we are going to go to the police, and I know how.”

I awoke Jenny, waited for her to focus, then told her what Michelle’s dad was doing to her.  She was as horrified as I was.  I mentioned my plan.  Jenny and Michelle immediately agreed to it.

The three of us got dressed.  We got on the elevator and went down to the parking lot.  We packed back into the car and drove to the local police station.  As we parked I told Michelle to start thinking of what her dad did again.  She was almost immediately sobbing.  Jenny and I led her into the police station.

“Can we talk to a female detective please?” I asked the desk sergeant.   He picked up the phone and asked someone to come up front.  An attractive woman with a gold shield tucked on her belt came up front.  I said, “Can we go talk to you someplace private?”  She led us to what was obviously an interrogation room.  I said, “Please record this.”  She lifted an eyebrow but hit a switch outside the door.  

She came in and then asked, “Ok, what is going on here.”  

I answered, “Michelle here has something to tell you, Ms. Johnson and I will wait outside the door.”

We left.  A few minutes later the officer came out of the room looking very angry.  She told us to go in and comfort Michelle while she took care of some things.

About an hour later, the door opened and in rushed a beautiful girl that looked a lot like Michelle.  She shrieked, “Michelle!” and got a “Lizzie!” back as they grabbed and hugged each other.  The detective followed her in and said, “I need statements from both Kris and Ms. Johnson, then we have to get the girls to the hospital to document things.  Kris, will you come with me for a moment?”  I followed her into an adjacent room.

“Kris, tell me what happened.”

“Michelle and I were talking about boyfriend/girlfriend things when she suddenly started crying.  I asked her what was wrong and she told me about her dad and what he does to her and her sister.  I immediately took her to Ms. Johnson because she was a friend.  She told Michelle not to go home and took us over to her place.  We talked for a few minutes about what to do, Ms. Johnson and I convinced Michelle to let us bring her in here.”  Michelle, Jenny and I had gone over our story to make sure it was consistent between us.  We figured it was irrelevant anyway since the primary issue was 100% true.

“Detective, hmm… what’s your name anyway?”

“Detective Boone.”

“Detective Boone, what happened while you were gone?”

“Since Michelle mentioned that her sister was in imminent danger, we were able to immediately go over to her house and arrest her father.  We caught him in the act of molesting her sister Elizabeth.  He will never bother them again.”  Detective Boone said this with a sound of complete satisfaction.

She led me back to the other room where Michelle ran over and hugged me.  I could tell that Jenny wanted to do so as well, but held her cool as planned.  Detective Boone took Jenny out of the room, I assume for her questioning.  Lizzie looked a little confused, naturally she didn’t know who I was.  I walked over to her and said, “Hello, I am Kris, Michelle’s boyfriend.”

Lizzie looked at me, then at Michelle for a second, then politely said, “Nice to meet you Kris.”  

She and Michelle sat down and cuddled together while I sat down in a chair next to them.  A minute later the detective came back with Jenny.  “We need to take the girls over to Riverside General for documentation now.”

Michelle glommed onto me and said, “Not without Kris.”

Detective Boone said, “He can go with you to the hospital, but he has to wait in the waiting room while your injuries are documented.”  She led us out to a police van that was waiting and took us to the hospital.  

When we got there I told Michelle, “Go with the detective, show and tell her everything that your dad did.”  Michelle took Lizzie in tow and followed the detective into the hospital.

While we waited I called home and explained that there was an emergency with the student I was tutoring.  I said that I would be home as soon as possible.  Before they could ask where I was, I hung up.  Last thing I need were the ‘rents hanging around.

An hour later Michelle and Lizzie came out, both of them looking frazzled.  Michelle ran to me while Lizzie followed and joined in the big hug.  Jenny asked the detective, “Detective, what about what we discussed earlier?”  Michelle and I knew what she was talking about because it was part of the plan, Jenny was trying to get emergency foster custody of the two girls.

“I recommended that they be placed with you, but that is up to social services.  The case worker will be here any time now.”  As she was talking, in came a harried looking redhead with a briefcase.  She was surprisingly pretty.  Detective Boone greeted her then told us she had to go and file all the paperwork.  

The redhead turned to us and said, “Michelle and Elizabeth Cromwell.  My name is Lisa, I will make sure that you have a place to live.  I understand that a Jenny Johnson has requested that you stay with her.”

Jenny lifted a finger in the air and said, “I am Jenny Johnson.”

“Good.  I have a few questions I have to ask you.  Do you have suitable room for the two girls?”

“I have four spare bedrooms.  They are welcome to pick any of them.”

I could see the surprise on Lisa’s face.  “I see that I don’t have to ask any financial questions.  Do you have a husband?”

“No.  The only people that have been in my house in the last year are the maid, Kris here, and of course Michelle.”

“Good again.  What do you do for a living?”

“I am a teacher at the girl’s school.”

You could see the relief in Lisa’s eyes.  “It sounds like you are qualified then.  Take them home tonight and I will visit tomorrow around four in the afternoon.  Will you be home from school by then?”

“Yes.”

“I will see you tomorrow then.”  She rushed out the door as fast as she came in, leaving the four of us standing there.

We left the hospital and headed back to Jenny’s place.  When we got back there I took Michelle aside and asked her, “Michelle, think on this carefully.  Do you want me to add Lizzie as one of my girls?”

She thought for a moment, and then said, “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Well, besides the fact that she would be a wonderful girl for you, there are advantages to being one of your girls that I think she needs.  I know that I was really messed up, but the second I became one of your girls, it became a minor thing in my mind.  I was able to love again.  She needs that.”

How could I compete with logic like that?  I said out loud, “Jenny, why don’t you fix up rooms for the girls.  They will probably want to sleep with you, but we need to keep up appearances for Lisa.  Meanwhile, Michelle and Lizzie, come with me.”  I led them to the master bedroom.  Thinking of how hot Lizzie must be got me hard, so when I reached out and stroked her face, she groaned and nearly fell over.  I stroked Michelle’s face with my other hand and she did fall over.  Lizzie collapsed next to her sister with another stroke.

Cupping their foreheads with each hand, I began my litany.  “You love me.  Your entire purpose is to love, obey, and make me happy.  I am more important than god.  You are happy doing anything I want.  You cannot say no to me.  You lust after me constantly, you ache in need whenever we are apart.  You are my complete love slave.  You will be happy with me or be happy whenever another of my girls is with me because then I am happy.  You will sicken and die if you are not around me for a few weeks.”  There, basic programming done.  Or reinforced in Michelle’s case.  Now to help them out a bit.  “You will remember what your dad did you as a bad dream except when questioned about it.  You realize that he was evil, but since I am good, I conquered him.  You will forever grateful for my goodness.  You will enjoy moving here and living with Jenny.”  Now, time to get rid of some of that bitchiness.  “You really enjoy helping others, whenever you say something mean to them, it hurts.  You like being sunny and cheerful because you know I like that.”  Now to reinforce again, “You belong to me.  Body and Soul.  Forever.”  I left them quivering in orgasm after orgasm on the floor and went to find Jenny.

To my surprise she was kneeling, naked, next to the bedroom door.  When I came out of the room, she squealed, “Master!” and then jumped up to hug me.   Horny as all get out, I led her into the guest room across the hall.

“Jenny, undress me, and as you are doing that, tell me why you called me Master, then tell me what the issue is between you and your father.”

She started removing my clothes, saying, “I realized that I had to do everything that you want, that I wanted to do anything you want.  You are my master and I am your slave.”

“My father is dying and wanted me to give him a grandkid before he died.  I don’t want to ruin this wonderful body of mine doing that.”  She finished removing my clothes.  I laid her back on the bed in the standard position with her knees on her shoulders, spread wide.  I positioned myself and slid in.  She wasn’t as nice as Alicia and Sunny, but she was still pretty darned nice.  After being hard for quite a while, I came fast.  When she felt my spunk, she came hard as well, passing out.   Time for some fixes.  “Jenny, I love it when you call me master, but only when we are alone or with my girls.  You will love the idea of having a baby for me.  Once the baby is born, you will work out to keep your figure.  You will stop all birth control immediately.  You love the idea of being a mother; you will adopt Michelle and Lizzie if you can because you love being a mom.  You will go make up with your dad and tell him that you are trying to get pregnant to give him a grandchild and that you are trying to adopt as well.  You will not tell him who I am.  If there is a problem with that, let me know.”  Now for the bitchiness fix.  “You love to help people.  It actually hurts when you are mean to someone.”

I left her quivering and went downstairs and got myself a glass of water.  It was getting late, almost nine o’clock and I had to get home.  I waited a few minutes and went back upstairs.  Michelle and Lizzie were still out, but Jenny was coming around.

“Jenny, you need to get dressed and take me home.  I’ll come back with you and the girls after school tomorrow.”

“Oh Master, can’t you stay here?”  she cried.

“I have to go home, besides we have to make everything appear to be nice for Lisa tomorrow.”

“Master, couldn’t you just make Lisa become one of my new sisters?”  She said as she slowly dressed.  “She is pretty enough.”

“I have thought of that, but only if she doesn’t approve the girls staying here.”

We left a note just in case the girls woke up while Jenny was gone.  She was crying as I got out of the car.  I told her not to worry, that I would see her tomorrow.

I came in the front door and was mobbed by my whole family.  “Oh Kris where were you?” sobbed both my mom and Alicia.  My dad stood there looking stern.

“I told you, there was an emergency and I had to help out the girl I was tutoring.  If you don’t believe me, you can call the police and ask them.  Ask for Detective Boone.”  That stopped them in their tracks.

“What sort of emergency,” asked my dad?

“I can’t tell you.  It is private.  But I may end up going to court as a witness.”

“I can respect that,” he replied.

“I am really tired, can I just go take a shower and go to bed now?”

My mom and sister started Tut, tuting and that was it, before I knew it I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for a shower.  Alicia came in, completely naked, and finished undressing me.  As we climbed into the shower, she mentioned, “Sunny is in pretty rough shape.  She needs to see you soon.”

“Why don’t you and she stop by 213 6th avenue at around six tomorrow?  I would like you to meet some of your new sisters.”  I was only semi-hard, I was so tired.  We got out and went to bed, skipping the usual fuck from behind.  I was out like a light.

3rd Tuesday

The next morning as I got to school, I swung by the Jenny’s classroom.  As I entered the door I was engulfed by three gorgeous ladies.  All three of them crying and carrying on like crazy.  I noticed that Jenny had dressed much nicer, with a blouse and a dress.  Somehow the girls had changed clothes as well, although I didn’t know how.

It was just minutes before first bell, so I told the girls that they had better get to class.  I told Jenny that I would see her later today.  I also reminded her that she needed to fill in the principal with what happened yesterday.

I headed out to my first period class.  Already the rumors were running rampant.  A friend of mine, Frank, whispered to me, “I hear that you are Michelle’s hot new squeeze.”  

He thought that it was a silly rumor, I shocked him when I replied, “Yup, I sure am.”  

He sat there for a moment and said, “Yeah, right.”  He gave me funny looks for the rest of the period.

Second period I was next to Michelle again.  Just before the bell rang to start class, the principal signaled the teacher over to the door and whispered in his ear.  I saw him glance over at Michelle, then nod.  Well, the cat’s out of the bag, I thought.  Through the whole period Michelle clutched my arm, and the teacher did nothing.  After class, I had to peel Michelle off of me again, then I headed to my third period class.  Waiting for me was the Principal.

“Kris, can I talk to you for a minute,” he asked?  Then he led me to his office and closed the door.  After we sat down he said, “I heard about yesterday.  That was a very brave thing convincing Michelle to go to Ms. Johnson and then to the Police, and afterwards sticking around to help them.  I understand that Michelle and her sister are really upset and don’t want to be away from their hero.  I have discussed it with all of your teachers, and if you need to take some time to help them cope with something, you can take time out of class.  I am really proud of you, Kris.”  To my shock he stood up and extended his hand to me.  I got up in a bit of a daze and shook his hand.  

I stumbled back to my computer class.  When I got there, Lizzie and Michelle both were waiting for me.  The clung to me like limpets; I put my arms around them and led them to a corner of the library where they cuddled with me.  My teacher said nothing as I left the classroom.  I wasn’t about to tell him that the girls wanted to cuddle because they were horny, not because they were emotionally upset over the day before.

We sat in the corner of the library for about half an hour, I whispered, “I love you, you girls are so hot.  I can’t wait to take you home and fuck you silly.” I pushed some of my horniness onto them and they moaned.  After a while I told them that I would see them later in the day, and if it was an emergency they could come and see me anytime.  Then they went back to their classes, looking much better, and I went back to the computer lab.

My reputation was through the roof.  Every kid in my class had seen me go off with Michelle and Lizzie, and soon they had texted everyone else in the school.  I had a different lunch period than the girls, so I sat by myself like usual.  Before I knew it the table was full as everyone latched onto my new popularity.

Last period with Jenny I had some fun.  She kept looking over at me during her lecture, every once in a while I would lick my lips, arch my eyebrows, or leer at her and she would stutter for a second.  Even with that her lecture was 10X better than usual now that I had made her give a damn.

After class the girls showed up and Jenny closed and locked the door and attached herself to me like Michelle and Lizzie.  Not knowing if I could do all three at once, I concentrated and all three of them sighed and sagged against me.  Very nice.  But there were more important things to do.  “Girls, as much as I would like to stay here, we need to get back to Jenny’s house for the inspection from Lisa.”

We gathered up our things, swung by my locker to drop off my books, then took off for Jenny’s house.  When we got there we had 45 minutes until Lisa showed up.  The girls ran upstairs and messed up two beds like they had slept there.  I asked about the clothes and it seemed that Detective Boone had stopped by around 10 and dropped off some of their clothes.  The girls were still out cold so Jenny told her that they were sleeping.  I was relieved that she hadn’t stopped by while Jenny was running me home.

At precisely four, the doorbell rang.  Jenny answered it.  Lisa was there with a big clipboard full of papers.  She bustled in and went over everything.  About two hours later she harrumphed and said, “I don’t see any major problems.  Some minor ones, I have a list here.  Things like toothbrushes.”  She grinned and it was like the sun coming out.  It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.  “It is nice when someone privileged like yourself wants to give back a little and help.  Just sign this and we are all done.”  She handed Jenny the clipboard and Jenny signed it.  “Congratulations, you’re a foster mother.  I’ll stop by in a few weeks to check in.”  Lisa took her clipboard and left.

“Well, ‘Mom’, do Michelle and Lizzie call you Ms. Johnson, Mom, or Jenny?”  I laughed.

“Anything except Ms. Johnson!”

Michelle commented, “I think Mom except when we are together with Kris, does that work?  I like having a mom.”

Jenny said, “And I like the idea of being a mom.”

I told them that two more of their sisters would be joining us in a few minutes.  Lizzie said, “Really? Cool.”  With that the doorbell rang.  Jenny went to the door and it was Alicia and Sunny.  Both of them saw me standing in the living room and they ran over and gave me a big hug.  Sunny looked rough.  She had circles under her eyes and was a little pale.  She murmured into my shoulder, “I missed you so much.” And then she started sobbing.  

I needed to make some adjustments, so I said, “Everyone put their hand on my arm.”  All of them came over and touched my arm.  When they were all there, I shoved my horniness out at all of them until they all collapsed.  I made sure they were still touching my arm, and then began my programming.  “You all love me.  You also love all your love slave sisters.  You completely trust them and me and can tell your sisters and me anything.  You all love working together and helping each other.  You will do projects together, for example removing all your body hair, unless you are blonde because I like that.  You can survive but you will feel miserable if you are around your sisters and not me.  If you are separated from me and them you will sicken and die.  If you are just separated from me and not them, you will get very sick but you will not die.  If you are separated from me, but you are pregnant with my baby, you can survive but you want to be back with me more than anything.  Your main priority and focus is me, followed by your sister love slaves, then any family you may have, except for Michelle and Lizzie’s father.”  I left them convulsing on the living room floor as I went and got a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.  I grabbed the remote and eased back in the laz-e-boy and flipped on NCIS which was just starting.

It was over two hours before they started stirring.  I had already watched several shows and was now just killing time with Forensic Files.  Lizzie sat up and said, “Why do I keep waking up on the floor?”

For some reason that struck me as funny and I started laughing.  My sides were aching before I could sputter to a stop.  By then all five of them were gathered around me looking worried.  “I’m all right, ladies,” I managed to get out.  Looking around, I said, “We are alone here, why are we still dressed?”

It was one of the best moments of my life when five fantastically beautiful women started undressing right in front of me.  “Let’s move this over to the couch.”  I got up and pulled off my shirt and lowered my pants as I went over to the couch.  I asked Lizzie and Michelle, “I promised to fuck you two earlier today, do you two want to be on the top or the bottom?”  Both of them squealed with delight, sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled their knees up in my favorite position.  I must have subconsciously programmed them to like it.  Sitting like that they looked like twins.

The closest was Lizzie.  I kneeled before the couch, lined myself up, and slid in.  Both she and I sighed.  Wow did she ever feel good.  Suddenly I felt her pussy start squeezing and pulling.  Since I had a real case of blue balls I didn’t last long with that wonderful pussy, rapidly filling it up with man juice.  As she orgasmed I mentally reached out and said, I love you.  Suddenly her orgasm intensified to the point where she arched her back so much I could hear the joints snapping.  

As Lizzie passed out I moved over to Michelle, the source of many of my adolescent fantasies.  I slid into her.  Like her sister she had a snapping pussy.  It was fantastic.  I had no problem fucking her until we both came.  I sent I love youto her too and her orgasm intensified to unbelievable levels.

I collapsed next to them on the couch.  Sunny came over to me and sat with me and cuddled, while Michelle was tended to by Alicia and Lizzie by Jenny.  I guess the sisterhood programming was working.  I dozed off with Sunny slowly stroking my hair.

I awoke in a panic.  It was almost eleven o’clock!  Alicia quickly guessed at what I was jumping up about and said, “I already called mom and dad.  I told then that we were tutoring some girls, and that you had dozed off.  The said that it was OK as long as you were with me.”  I grinned, she had just told them the truth.

“Alicia, I am proud of you.”  When I said that, suddenly she bit her lip and had a minor orgasm.  “I would reward you, but I need to take care of Sunny before we go home.”  With that I pulled Sunny over into my lap, sliding into her quim in the process.

“Oh god, Kris!  I love you so much!” she cried as she rode my cock.  I hadn’t had the chance before so I played with her luscious tits while she screwed me, pinching the nipples and making her have small orgasms, getting bigger and bigger until she screamed, “Kris!” at the top of her lungs, arched her back and stiffened until all her joints cracked, and then collapsed.  I managed to leave a load in her quivering pussy.  Jenny eagerly cleaned me up, and then I got dressed and Alicia drove us home.

3rd Friday

Every day that week the girls came and cuddled with me third period.  We drove back to Jenny’s house after school and make love until I had to go home.  Usually Alicia joined us.  Jenny had called her father on Wednesday, he seemed happy that she was fostering two girls and wanted to get pregnant and give him a grandchild.  He was a little upset when Alicia refused to tell him who she wanted as the father.  I told her that we needed to talk to him, and so the two of us headed out that Friday afternoon.

It was a lengthy drive, he lived in the city, and we lived out way out in the ‘burbs.  I talked with Jenny about her and my backgrounds on the way in.  We arrived at a very large building in the heart of the city.  Jenny pulled in and parked and we got in the private elevator to the penthouse.  We were greeted by a guy who looked like he was in his mid-50s.  I guessed he was her dad.  It was confirmed when she shrieked “Daddy!” and ran over to give him a big hug.  He looked a little surprised.  He froze for a second then hugged her back, closing his eyes and sighing.  After about five minutes where he was almost crying, he released her and straightened up.

“So who is this, Jenny?”

“This is one of my students Daddy.  I think that you will want to talk to him.  Kris, this is my father, William Johnson.  Daddy, this is Kris.”

“Hello, young man.  I do believe that we need to talk.  Alone.  Jenny, why don’t you go wait in the kitchen, we’ll be in soon.”  Jenny looked surprised, but with a small nod from me that didn’t go unnoticed from her dad, she left.  “Young man, please follow me.”  He led me into his study and closed the door.

“Mr. Baker.  I know that you are somehow involved with my daughter.  When she called Wednesday I had an investigator out immediately to see what was going on.  I know that you are spending hours at her house.  Do you care to explain?”

I was a little taken back.  But I had come here to talk business, so I was prepared.  “Mr. Johnson.  I admit that I am a little young, but, yes, I am involved with your daughter.  As you may have noticed, we have had a long talk and she is very sad that you and she are estranged.  Since you would not accept her word that everything was ok, I came here to discuss it with you.”

“I don’t know what you have done to my daughter, but it is very good.  That is the only reason we are talking rather than you being out in the street right now.  So explain to me why she would get involved with one of her students and what you want.

“Sir, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you why she was involved with me.  And I only want two things from you.  Maintain your relationship with your daughter, it makes her very happy; and please resume enough of your allowance so she can keep her house.”

He thought for a moment, and said, “I can live with that.”

“That is another thing sir.  She told me you are ill.”

“Yes, I have a brain tumor.  I have about a year to live.  That is why I want to see grandkids.”

“Sir, I believe that Jenny will soon adopt Michelle and Elizabeth, her foster children, and she is actively trying to get pregnant.  I think she would enjoy bringing them to visit and that you would like them very much.”

“That is also something I can live with,” he said with a grin.

“Now, man to man, I have something to propose to you.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned again.  “Man to man, eh?”

I gave him a dirty look and he laughed.  “Ok, ok, what is it?”

“Do you have any companionship here?”

“That is a funny question, but no.”

“Would you like a lady here?”

“Of course, but Jenny’s mother died in childbirth.”

“If you could have any woman that you know, who would you pick?”

“Another strange question, but I’ll answer.  I would take Cathy Vannat, the model.”

“Sir, that is all I need to know.  Trust me, all will be clear soon.  Why don’t you head out to the kitchen and get reacquainted with your daughter, and I will be back in a few hours.”  I got up and left, telling the doorman that I would be returning in a few hours.

Cathy Vannat, eh?  Not bad.  I knew that she was doing a fashion show over at the Radisson tonight for some charity.  All I had to do was touch her for a few seconds.  Not easy to do with the security.  Good thing the Radisson was only two blocks away.  I walked over there and slipped in the back door by the kitchens.  Peering through the door from the kitchen, I could see the model changing area back stage.  Wow, half of them were topless.  Easy hard on.  I grabbed a piece of paper from a table and went over to Cathy.  Good thing I was a kid, security ignored me.  She came bustling back from the runway to change.  As she sat down at her table, I reached over and while I said, “Cathy Vannat, can I have your autograph?”  I touched her hand.  She glanced at me startled, probably because it felt so good, then I pushed mentally.  She sighed and collapsed in the chair.  I sent, you need to come see me after the show.  She let out a little startled, “oh!” as she orgasmed.  I pretended that I had gotten the autograph and went up front to watch the show.  It went for another hour.  The outfits were silly.  I couldn’t conceive of anyone actually wearing them in the street.  Cathy missed one cue, but then did the rest of the show.

About 15 minutes after the show ended, Cathy came out, looking panicked.  She saw me and practically ran over to sit next to me.  Everyone else had left for the after show party so we were pretty much alone.  She exclaimed, “How did you do that??!?”

I smiled and said, “Let me show you.”  I reached over and laid my hand over hers.  After some of those costumes, I was still hard as a rock.  I pushed and she passed out with another, “oh!”  I started programming, You love me and you love William Johnson.  I passed a mental picture of him.  You need to be with one of the two of us as much as possible.  You ache for us and get very sick and will even die if you are away from us for more than a few days.  You will obey anything we tell you to do.  If I tell you to do something, it will override William.  I am your primary master, he is your secondary master.  You cannot tell William that you also love and obey me.  You are our complete love slave.  Your entire purpose in life is to make us happy.  You will make William happy until he dies, then you will make me happy until you die.  Everything that you are is the property of William Johnson and me.  I let her lie there with her head on the table quivering in orgasms for the next half hour.  Twice I saw what looked like her manager searching for her.  Good thing she had changed into street clothes or he would have seen her “napping” at the table.

I nudged her shoulder and said, “Wake up.”  She jerked upright looking a bit dazed.  “Follow me.”  I led her out the back door and down the street to the Johnson tower.  The doorman raised an eyebrow, but let us in.  Cathy was a little confused; looking all over the place, wondering what was going on.  We took the elevator to the penthouse.  I led Cathy into the study and sat her where I had been sitting earlier.  “Wait here.”

I went out to the kitchen where Jenny and her dad were talking.  They looked at me as I walked into the kitchen, so I said, “Sir, I left a present for you in your study.”  He looked surprised, got up and we followed him back to the study.  His jaw literally dropped when he saw who was sitting there.  I said, “Cathy, kneel before your master William.”  She got up and then kneeled before William.

I slapped him on the arm, said, “Have fun,” and then led Jenny out.  

When we got back to the car, Jenny asked, “What was that all about?”

“Your dad said that he liked her, so I persuaded her to help him out.  You know I can be very persuasive.”

Jenny snickered and said, “Yeah, you sure can.”

On the way back Jenny told me that her dad liked her new attitude and was restoring her allowance.  Jenny asked, “Although I don’t need to teach now, I am really beginning to enjoy it, and I like being near you.  Can I continue to teach?”

“Of course you can!  At least until you have to take maternity leave.”  When I said that, she had a mini orgasm and nearly ran off the road.

“Please don’t do that while I am driving!”

I just grinned and we rode the rest of the way in silence.

3rd Saturday

I had stayed over at Jenny’s place the night before.  I told mom and dad that I was staying at a friend’s house (no lie there).  Alicia did the same.  All of my girls and I were sleeping in the king size bed in the master bedroom, every single one of them with a nice load of man juice soaking into their pussies.

At about nine the phone rang.  Groggily, Jenny answered it.  I heard a murmured conversation, and then Jenny called out, “Kris, it’s for you.”  Puzzled as to who would be calling me here, I picked up the phone.

“Son!  I don’t know how you did it, but thank you!”  It was William Johnson.  “That was one of the best nights of my life.”

“Sir, you are entirely welcome.”  I said grinning, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Can I ask a few questions?”

“Sure.”

“Is this what you did to my daughter to break her out of her spoiled rut?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long does it last?”

“Forever, sir.”

“Forever?  You mean she is mine forever-forever?”

“Yes, sir.  She is completely yours.”  I didn’t mention that she was half mine as well.  “You can keep her as a toy, marry her, have more kids with her, whatever you want.  She will happily and eagerly do anything you want.  She is 100% in love with you.”

“This is quite the present, Son.  Thank you.”

“You are entirely welcome, sir.”

“Can I talk to Jenny now?”

“Sure.” And I handed the phone to Jenny.  Going back to bed I noticed that Sunny had perked up a bit.  She wasn’t so sickly looking.   That got me thinking again.  What if I could program more than just their minds?  What if I could program their bodies as well?  Just the thought gave me a hard on.  I went to Sunny and cupped her face.  She sighed and rubbed against my hand in her sleep.  I concentrated and sent a really heavy orgasm her way.  She opened her eyes, grunted, arched her back, and then passed out.  Concentrating, I put both hands on her head, I started sending messages, non-verbally, concentrating on her clitoris, telling it to grow and get very sensitive.  She was flopping all over the bed.  The other girls woke up and were wondering what was going on, a little worried about their sister.  I told them it was ok which immediately calmed them down, and said that we should go get breakfast now.  I led them down to the kitchen to get something to eat.

About halfway through breakfast, Sunny wandered in, ravenous.  She took a plate of the flapjacks and sausages and ate a dozen of them.  She just keep muttering, “so hungry, so hungry…”.  I figured that her body was allocating materials to do what it needed, so there was a good chance that the physical changes would work.  Only time will tell.

3rd Sunday

It seemed that I didn’t have to wait so long anyway to see what physical programming could do.  It appeared that the body goes into overtime taking care of it.  The next morning I awoke to a loud muttered conversation.

Sunny was sitting on the edge of the bed with Alicia and Jenny kneeling before her peering between her legs.  Her clit stood out almost an inch.  I kneeled between Alicia and Jenny and said, “Wow, is that sexy or what?”  Sunny shuddered and exclaimed, “Thank you, master!”  I reached over and gave it a stroke and Sunny shuddered again and gasped.  A few more strokes and she orgasmed, throwing herself down on the bed and quivering.  Nice to know that worked, I thought.

Jenny was looking pretty good, and she needed that baby, so I came up behind her, bent her over the bed, and slid in.  A few strokes and she started to cum.  She collapsed under me forcing my cock to slide into her cervix.  As she shrieked in climax and passed out, I began to fill her with baby butter.  As she was in her after orgasm, I mentally pushed her ovaries to produce an egg.

Alicia knew that Jenny wanted to get pregnant, apparently the sister slaves tell each other everything, so she just watched and smiled.  I left Jenny passed out next to Sunny and led Alicia down to breakfast, where apparently Lizzie and Michelle already had prepared a big pan of scrambled eggs for everyone.  Still hard from all the pretty nipples pointing at me, I put my arms around the two of them in their pretty aprons and said, “Thank you, I am so proud of you for helping.”  Giving a little push as I said it.  I really wanted the non-bitchy attitude to sink in.  They both gasped and said, “You’re welcome!”  Giving their bare asses a squeeze I sat down at the table and filled up my plate.  I ate breakfast, enjoying the view.  After ten minutes or so Jenny came into the room and got herself a plate of eggs.

Alicia and I had to get home, so we took off.  I told the girls that I would stop by as soon as I could, and for sure after school tomorrow.  They were crying and carrying on, but they knew that I had to go.

That evening, I got a phone call.  It was Jenny, “Kris, we have an emergency problem, could you please come over here?”

“On my way.”

Alicia and I arrived in 10 minutes.  Going into the house I saw the problem.  Tied up and gagged in a chair was Lisa.

“Jenny, what happened?”

“She showed up and walked in before I could stop her.  We were all naked and she got all uptight.  We restrained her before she could go do something stupid.”

“Anyone have any ideas?  The only thing I can think of is to add her to the sisterhood.”

“That is the only thing we could think of as well.”

“Okay.”  I undressed and Lisa’s eyes got big and round.  Sitting down next to her I said, “One of you girls come here and give me a blowjob.”  With silent communication of some sort, Michelle came over and started licking and sucking.  I was hard in a flash.  Reaching over to Lisa, I cupped her face and pushed mentally.  She orgasmed heavily, arching her back, almost throwing herself to her feet.  “While I am doing this, you can untie her.”

As the girls untied Lisa, I pushed, You love me beyond all comprehension.  I am your god.  You will do anything I ask.  You are only happy when I am happy.  You ache with need whenever you are away from me.  You need me and will get very sick when you are away from me more than two days.  If you are with your other slave sisters you will survive, but you will want to be with me.  If you are away from your slave sisters and me for more than a week, you will die.  You need us.  You are my love slave.  I am your Master.  If I am with any of your sisters you are happy because I am happy.  You belong to me.  Your entire purpose is to make me happy.  You cannot say no to me.  I repeated that several times watching her orgasm over and over.  Then I added the domestic programming, You will get all hair below the neck removed with laser hair removal.  You love your slave sisters.  I thought for a moment.  She sees lots of girls in her work.  Since you want me to be happy, you will tell me about any pretty girls you know who would be good to recruit as slave sisters.

I left her twitching on the couch.  I told the girls that Lisa would be joining them soon. “Oh Goodie!” exclaimed Lizzie as she clapped her hands.  I waited on the laz-e-boy with Lizzie and Michelle each hugging a leg, Jenny in my lap, and Alicia behind me rubbing my shoulders.  I didn’t fuck her since I wanted to be ready for Lisa when she woke up.

About 30 minutes later Lisa suddenly sat up, shouting, “Kris!”

I called over to her, “Over here Slave Lisa.”

She looked over, dashed over, saw the other girls, ripped off her clothes, and kneeled before me sobbing.  “Oh Master, please forgive me.  I didn’t understand.”

I gestured for Jenny to get off my lap.  “Slave Lisa, you are now part of the sisterhood with your slave sisters.  I forgive you, but you must seek forgiveness from them too.”

Lisa raised her head with a hopeful combined with worshipful look.  She saw my erect cock and bit her lip in desire.  Forcibly, she tore her eyes away and looked at the other girls, “Sisters, I was so wrong, can you ever forgive me?”

Jenny replied, “We realize that you didn’t understand.  We forgive you.”

Lisa bowed her head, “Oh, Thank You, Thank You!”  Sobbing again, this time with happiness.

I said, “Slave Lisa.  I need to initiate you, but it will have to be quick since I have to get home.  Stand up, turn around and bend over.”

She did so, presenting her gorgeous ass to me.  I pulled her back onto me sitting on the chair.  Surprisingly I felt her cherry pop as she sank down on me.

“Ohhh, Master!” she cried out.

She and I rapidly came, I filled her up with man juice and she screamed, sighed and collapsed.  Pulling her back against me I projected, You love this and need me for this.  You love me beyond all belief.  I am more important than anyone.  I am your god.  You belong to me.  I own you, Slave Lisa.  You will think of yourself as Slave Lisa at all times.  You worship me.  You ache with need whenever you are not near me.  Your love is like a schoolgirl crush, you think about me constantly and your pussy drips in desire all day.  You love your job because you know I like you helping people and also because you can find pretty girls to bring to me to be your slave sisters.  I moved out from under her and left her there quivering with orgasm after orgasm.

Alicia and I left, emergency solved.

4th Monday

After school Jenny drove us to her house like usual.  Waiting at the elevator was Lisa.  The second she saw me she ran over and collapsed against me, “Oh, Master, Master, I missed you so much!”

“Slave Lisa, come upstairs with us and stop embarrassing us in public.”

She immediately stopped and just sniffled as we all got in the elevator.  She had a briefcase with her.  When we got upstairs the girls undressed and I had Jenny undress me.  I bent her over the kitchen table and gave her a load.  The other girls watched, happy that Jenny and I were happy, Lizzie and Michelle also knowing that Jenny was trying to get pregnant.

As Jenny slowly recovered, Lisa took out her briefcase and said, “I have compiled a list of the prettiest girls I could find.  I also think that my wife would be a good slave.”  As she was pulling out folders, I thought, wife??  Lisa was a married lesbian?  Wow, she sure didn’t act like it anymore!  I guess my programming affected her at a lower level than her lesbianism.

“Slave Lisa, show me a picture of your wife.”

Lisa pulled out a picture of a drop dead gorgeous black girl.  Hot enough to put Vanessa Williams to shame.  “Her name is Shauna.  We have been married for three years, together for five.”

“If you think she would be a good slave, then call her now and have her come over.”

Lisa excitedly whipped out her cell and started pressing buttons.  A minute later she said, “Shauna is on her way over.”

I had all the girls except Lisa go upstairs.  Lisa and I got dressed and met Shauna at the door.  Lisa met her with a big kiss.  Instant boner for me.  Lisa finished the long French kiss and then said, “Shauna, meet Kris.  Kris, Shauna.”  

As I took Shauna’s hand, I pushed hard.  Shauna groaned and collapsed.  I held on to her hand as she went down.  You love me more than anything, including God.  I am the reason for your existence.  You ache for me whenever I am not around.  You need me to survive.  I own you, body and soul.  You love me and love to be with me.  You ache with need for my cock in you.  You are happy when I am happy.  You like it when I am with a girl because it makes me happy and so you are happy.  I am the most important person in the world.  You will die if you are away from me or one of my slave girls more than a few days.  You will be miserable and get sicker and sicker the longer you are away from me.  You love me.  I left her there quivering in orgasm after orgasm with Lisa cradling her head.

I called the girls down as I undressed and sat on the couch.  We all cuddled and watched TV while Shauna recovered.  I could have forced her to wake up, but I felt that it was better to let her naturally wake up.  As we sat there Alicia said, “I have arranged a party here on Friday.  I have several girls coming over.”

I remembered that Alicia was programmed to recruit girls for me like Lisa was.  Well, too late now.  “Alicia, good work.  I am proud of you.”  She collapsed against me orgasming at the praise.  When she had recovered a bit I asked, “So what kind of party?  A big bash or a pajama party?”

“The plan was for a pajama party.  That way the girls could stay the night after joining the sisterhood.”

“Good thinking.”  She bit her lip in another small orgasm.  Shauna was stirring.  “I have to initiate your new sister, but I will reward you when we get home tonight.”

Suddenly Shauna sat up.  She peered around the room in confusion.  When she saw me she left up, rushed over, glanced at the other girls, ripped off her clothes, and then kneeled at my feet between Michelle and Lizzie.  She didn’t say a word, just kneeled and waited.  She was perfect, puffy C cup tits, beautiful shaven pussy which was already dripping, and a big clit, big enough to rival Sunny’s, poking out.

I said, “Shauna, come here.”  She quickly scrambled up on my lap.  Sinking down on my hard cock until her clit hit me.  The sight of that beautiful brown pussy wrapped around my cock and that hard flat stomach and smooth thighs was enough to make me cum in only three or four strokes.  By then she had orgasmed twice and she came again when she felt the warmth of my spunk warm her belly.  I hugged her to me and programmed her the rest of the way, You love me and you love your slave sisters.  You name is Slave Shauna.  You live for us.  Nothing, not even your life, is more important than me and your sisters.  I am more important than God.  You love me beyond belief, your love is almost painful in its intensity.  You want nothing more than to keep me happy.  When I am happy, you are happy.  I am happy when my slave girls are happy, so you want to keep them happy too, then you can be happy.  I let her lie there, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my semi-hard cock as she orgasmed over and over.  After a few minutes I put her to the side and had Jenny and Sunny clean me up.

Alicia and I had to head for home.  I was amazed that my parents had been letting us stay out so much.  I had to figure out what to do about it.  I wished that I could just program them, but there was a sexual component to my power that felt perverse even thinking about programming my parents with it.  I brainstormed all the way home.  The only thing I could think of is to get myself excited, give mom and hug, and program her, then making her forget the orgasm.    I refused to do it with dad.  Mom, at least, was still fairly pretty.

When Alicia and I got home, before I chickened out, I went into the kitchen, imagined Sunny naked, got a hard on, then went over and gave my mom a hug, pushing the orgasm.  She collapsed into my arms with a loud sigh.  I moved her over to the table.  Marie, (her name) you love Daniel (my dad) with your whole heart.  You love your kids, but you know that it is time to let the kids go.  Alicia and Kris will be out of the house most of the time, studying and staying over at teacher’s houses with their study groups.  You think this is wonderful, and as a bonus, it leaves you more time with Daniel.  Maybe they will even have sex.  You think that it is about time for them to have sex.  You will think it would be even better if they had sex with each other because then your daughter will not be with some strange boy, just with Kris which is good.  For Kris, of course, it would be best to have as many pretty girls as he can.  You will persuade Daniel that having the kids staying at teacher’s houses for the night is a good thing.  You want to submit to Daniel in all other things.  You get really hot for Daniel when you submit to him.  You ache for him when he is not with you.  You will submit to Daniel even when the kids are home, but you prefer it when they are gone.  You will not remember anything that just happened after Kris hugged you except that it was a wonderful hug and you liked it a lot.

I left her there twitching and went into the living room to watch TV with dad.  I hoped that would be the last time I would have to do that.  After a few minutes I went upstairs, pulled Alicia into bed, and made love for the next two hours until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

4th Tuesday

The next morning mom stuck her head in the door, rolled her eyes, and said, “Wake up you two, you are going to be late for school.”  Then she turned around and left when she saw us blinking groggily at her.  Alicia moved down and slurped up my morning wood, waking me up the rest of the way.  I guess mom’s programming was working.  

I told Alicia to pack a suitcase, that we were essentially moving in with Jenny.  She got all excited and ran to her room, her twinkling ass almost getting me hard again.  We drove over to Jenny’s place, dropped off our bags and me, then she drove on to the High School.  Jenny and the girls were happy to see me, we exchanged some hot and heavy kisses before Jenny drove us to school, Shauna and Lisa leaving for work.  Apparently Shauna was a criminal lawyer and worked at a law firm downtown.  That could come in useful.

That day in school, I started thinking about the rest of the list I had made a few weeks before.  After Michelle and Jenny, I had to more that were high on the list.  Tammy the head cheerleader; and Vanessa, a beautiful but evil bitch a year younger than me.

After some of my experiences, I decided to leave Tammy alone.  She had never been a bitch to me like Michelle, Jenny, and Vanessa had.  So the trick was going to be getting Vanessa.  She was a year younger than me so she didn’t share any of my classes.  It struck me then, she did share classes with Lizzie.  I usually saw Michelle and Lizzie third period, so I would have Lizzie get Vanessa someplace where I could touch her for a second.

Happy with this solution, I spent second period stroking Michelle’s inner thigh while she clutched my arm.  The next period I checked in then met Michelle and Lizzie in the corner of the library like usual.

I mentioned as they cuddled with me, “You know, we aren’t going to be able to get away with this more than another day or two.”

Lizzie sighed and said, “Yeah, I know.  But let’s enjoy it while we can.”  She snuggled in closer.

I said, “Lizzie, so you know Vanessa?”

“Yeah, a real nasty piece of work there,” commented Lizzie.

“Maybe she has a reason, like Michelle did,” I said.  “Anyway, I was thinking that we should correct her attitude.”

Michelle swatted my arm, “Yeah, like fixing her attitude is what you want.”

I blushed, but said, “Lizzie, you think you can get her to Jenny’s classroom after school?”

Lizzie said, “Shouldn’t be a problem.  I’ll just tell her that Ms. Johnson wants to see her about something.  She is in my seventh period class.”

After Jenny’s class I waited a minute.  I surreptitiously gave Jenny’s ass a squeeze as she giggled.  Enough for a nice woody.  A few seconds later Vanessa came into the room, “Ms. Johnson, you wanted to see me?”  Before any other words were exchanged, I reached over and touched the back of her neck, pushing my horniness as hard as I could.  She immediately collapsed back against me.  I caught her and set her down in a waiting chair.  Cupping her face I started programming.  I tried an experiment to see if I could be more direct if I concentrated harder.  You love Kris so much that it painful when you are not around him. I sent a picture of me.  He is the most important person in the world and you ache with desire for him constantly.  He is the purpose for your existence.  He has many slave girls who are your sisters whom you love almost as much as Kris.  I sent pictures of all my other slave girls.  You cannot disobey Kris, anything that Kris wants you want.  You will get very sick and die if you are not near Kris of any of your sister slave girls for more than a few days.  You want to be with Kris as much as possible.  Your real name is Slave Vanessa.  You will call Kris ‘Master’ when you are alone or with any of your sister slaves.  You belong to Kris, being with any other guy is disgusting and abhorrent to you.  You cannot hurt Kris or your slave sisters.  You will bring any problems to your sisters and Kris, you can trust them with anything.  You love Kris more than even God.  That should be enough for now; I would add the personality improvements later.  I left her there in the chair twitching as I necked with Lizzie, who had followed Vanessa into the room.  Jenny rolled her eyes and shut the door behind Michelle.

I made out with Jenny, Michelle and Lizzie until Vanessa came to about twenty minutes later.  She saw me and the girls and immediately fell to her knees in front of me and said, “Master,” with her head bowed.  Normally I would get her up, but I sort of liked this from her since she was usually so bitchy.

I said, “Yes, Slave Vanessa?”

Starting to sob, she said, “I-I can’t be with y-you, M-Master.  My f-former owner has been s-sending me out to h-have sex w-with guys.  I a-am afraid that I am un-un-unclean.”

Reaching down, I pulled her into the group hug.  “Please tell me what you mean by former owner?”

“I was s-sold to him se-several y-years ago.”  Then she suddenly brightened up, “But you are my new owner!”

Michelle said, “You were right, Master Kris, she did have a good reason like I did.  Do we use the same solution?”

Jenny surprised us by saying, “You bet we do!”

I added, “Yes, we do.  Listen carefully.  Vanessa heard about how Michelle and Lizzie went to the police.  She knew Lizzie, so she went to talk to her about it.  Lizzie brought her to me, who told Jenny.  Jenny will now call the principal who will come down, hear the story, and call the police.”  I turned to Vanessa, “Remember, to the police I am not your owner.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.  “But what will happen?”

Michelle said, “You will have to go to the police station, tell your story, then you will go to the hospital for testing.  Master Kris will work to see that you go home with us afterwards.”

Vanessa said, “That sounds nice.”

I said again, “Remember, when others are around, I am just Kris, a boy you trust because I am your friend Lizzie’s sister Michelle’s boyfriend.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Tell the police everything about your home life, how you were purchased, who you go see, everything.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now Jenny, call the principal.”  She went over to the wall phone and called.  A minute later he came into the room.  Jenny took him aside and started whispering to him, I could only hear a few words, “…child prostitution…owner…Lizzie and Michelle…”  I could see him getting very, very angry.  

I walked over to the wall phone and called the police, asking for Detective Boone.  When she came on the line, I said, “Detective, we have another girl here that needs your help.”

“Another girl?”

“Yes, she came to Lizzie because she heard about what Michelle and Lizzie did.”

“Sigh, you really are a magnet for troubled girls, aren’t you?”

“I guess.  This is much worse than Michelle and Lizzie’s situation though, it deals with child prostitution and the selling of child slaves.”

“Holy Sh-Crap!  Are you serious?”

“Yes.  You may want to call in the whole department on this one.”

“No kidding!  I’ll be right over.  Where are you now?”

“I am in Ms. Johnson’s classroom.  It is on the east end of McCarthy Middle School.  Room 36.”

“See you in a minute.  Have you called the principal?”

“Yeah, Ms. Johnson is talking to him now.”

“Be right there.”  She hung up.

The principal was heading over to the phone.  I said, “Mr. Crenshaw, I just called the police.  They will be here in a minute.”

“Good.  Did you tell them what is going on?”

“Just in general.  I talked with Detective Boone, she is the one who dealt with Michelle and Lizzie’s problem.”

We both stood there awkwardly watching Vanessa being comforted by Lizzie, Michelle, and Ms. Johnson.  A minute later Detective Boone burst into the room.  She saw the group of girls, but came over to talk to the principal, “Principal Crenshaw, sorry to keep meeting like this, but I assume the girl reporting the abuse is the one over there?”

“Yes.  Her name is Vanessa Lola; seventh grade.  I suppose I should have been suspicious with that name, but…”

“I understand,” she said as she went over to the group of girls.  She said something, and then headed for the door with Vanessa.  At the door, Vanessa stopped and said something to the detective.  She turned around and said, “Ms. Johnson.  Vanessa would like you, the girls and Kris to meet us at the station.”

“We’ll be right behind you.”

As the detective left followed by the hovering principal, I said, “Well, here we go again.”  Jenny sighed while Michelle and Lizzie just looked angry.  

As we headed toward the car, I asked Jenny for her cell.  I called Lisa.  “Lisa, just a heads up, right now Detective Boone is in the midst of taking down a child prostitution ring, you will be needed at the police station or hospital.”  I gave her some of the details.  She said she was on her way.

At the station we waited on a bench in the common room rather than in a interview room.  A short time after Vanessa went into the interview room, Detective Boone came out and spoke rapidly to several other detectives who took off like rockets.  She went back into the room.  Vanessa was in there for a very long time, three to four hours.  Lisa showed up half an hour into the session.  During that time, the other detectives brought in three other girls, two tattooed guys, and a fat blonde with greasy hair.  The girls were put on the bench next to us.  They huddled in a group crying.  I guessed that they were the other girls from Vanessa’s house, but I didn’t say anything.  They were all pretty, but a bit young, they appeared to be about 11 or 12 years old.

When an exhausted Vanessa came out of the room, she saw the girls first, ran to them and joined in the group sniffling.  Then she saw us and started to get up, but I waved her to stay with her girls.  After a minute, she led the bunch of them over.

“These are my home sisters, Tanya, Wynona, and Theresa.  Girls, these are my other sisters Lisa, Jenny, Michelle, and Lizzie.  This is Kris.”  The girls flinched away, probably because I was a guy.  That would not do.  I hadn’t decided to make them mine yet, I just needed to make them not scared of me.  I glanced over at Michelle’s legs, then with the semi I had I shook each of their hands (their relief showing), and projected a pulse of orgasmic bliss then, You really like me.  Vanessa trusts me.  I am the only guy you can trust.  You like to hang out around me.  You feel safe around me.  I let it go at that.  They smiled and didn’t look afraid of me anymore.

Detective Boone came up to us and said, “We need to get the four girls over to the hospital for testing.”  She sounded really angry.  Another detective led them away with Lisa following.

I asked, “What is the matter, Detective?”

“These bastards kept all their records on a computer.  They managed to do a full government spec erase on the data before we could stop them.  Besides the complaints from the girls, I don’t see how we can press a case against them.”

I gave her a nasty grin.  “Let me talk to that horrible woman over there.  She will tell you everything.”

Curious, she said, “Go for it.  I don’t see what you can say to convince her though.  She is one nasty customer.”  She led the way over to where the fat greasy blonde was sitting.  My girls waited on the bench.  I watched Detective Boone’s ass on the way over so I had a semi.  Very nice ass.

When we got there, I reached over and put my hand on the blonde’s hand; yuck, it was sticky.  I pushed a pulse of orgasmic bliss, she sighed, then I sent, You really want to tell the police everything about your operation and any other operations that you know of.  You HAVE to tell the police everything, or you will start having painful convulsions until you do tell them everything or else you will die.  You will also have a compulsion to be clean and exercise.  There, that should do the trick, now for the cover.  “Lady, please tell them everything.”

She immediately started babbling about her operation.  Detective Boone looked at me in surprise.  I just said, “Where is the nearest sink.  I need to scrub my hands.”  She pointed to a sink next to the coffee pot on the wall.  I went over and scrubbed.  She followed.

“How the hell did you do that?”

“Just say I can be very persuasive with girls and leave it at that, okay?”

“For now, but you and I are going to have a talk later.”

“Fine.  I am going to head over to the hospital right now.  Are you coming?”

“Yes, I have to get medical reports on their condition.”

“See you there, then.”  I went over to the bench collected my girls and left while she stared at me.

At the hospital, we were told to wait.    It took about three hours, but the girls finally came out.  They saw us and came running over, doing a big group hug.  Lisa was still there, but she had already put in the paperwork to have the girls stay with us.  Vanessa said, “Well, it is only crabs and the clap.  We should all be clean in another two weeks.”

I gave her a big hug and said, “Congratulations!  We are so happy for you!  You are all staying with Jenny here.”

At that point Detective Boone came in.  “You girls go with Ms. Johnson here and get some rest.”  She watched as we all went out the door.  The girls had to really pack into the back seat, it was made for three, not six, but they managed.

We got back to the house, and Jenny sat the new girls down in the living room.  She turned to me and said, “Do your thing.”  Then she left to make arrangements upstairs.  Michelle and Lizzie just sat on the couch with Lisa and Shauna and waited.  I imagined Detective Boone’s ass again and got hard.  I told all the girls to put their hands on my arm, then I projected as strong as I could.  They all collapsed, I made sure that their hands were still on my arm and I started programming, You love Kris.  He is the most important person in existence.  You love and trust him.  Your pussy aches for him whenever you are not near him.  You want to do nothing in your life except to serve him and make him happy.  Nothing in your entire life is important except to make him and your slave sisters happy.  You want to protect him and your slave sisters from harm, so even though it hurts to not be having sex with and cuddling with him or cuddling with your slave sisters, you will avoid anything more than a hug when you are sick.  As soon as you are clean of all disease, you will present yourself to Kris.  You will immediately have your slave sisters help you remove all hair below the neck.  You want to be with Kris and your slave sisters as much as possible.  It hurts to be away from them.  Anything you do with Kris and your slave sisters is private and you cannot discuss it with anyone else.  Kris owns you, body and soul, and you like being owned by Kris.  He is the good guy who defeated the evil people who had you before.  Like a prince.  You love him beyond all belief.  You cannot tell anyone besides your sisters that Kris owns you.  There, that should do the trick.  I left them flopping about the living room, having orgasm after orgasm.

 I gestured to the four girls on the couch and said, “Let’s go get in the hot tub.  After that police station I feel dirty.”

Jenny snorted, “So do I.”

We all undressed and climbed into the hot tub.  We mostly relaxed, but I managed to give Jenny her baby butter for the evening.  I also managed a slow screw for Lisa to thank her for getting the girls.  We staggered into bed around eleven, the four new girls still out cold in the living room.

4th Wednesday

The next morning we all got ready for school.  The new girls had to take a handful of antibiotic pills each and take a bath with special shampoo.  Vanessa managed the other three well, I guess she had been doing it for a long time.  Lizzie loaned them all dresses and we packed into Jenny’s car.

I said, “After school tonight, I think we need to look into getting a second larger vehicle, maybe a van.  Jenny, have you got any of the money from your dad yet?”

“Yes.  And I think it is a good idea.”

4th Friday

That afternoon at the end of lunch, two girls approached me.  “Kris Baker?”

“Yes, I am Kris Baker.”

“Can we talk to you?”

“Sure.”

“Alone?”

I led them to my corner of the library.  “We are alone here.”

The one who hadn’t said anything yet suddenly burst out, “We hear that you are the one to go to when we have a problem.”

I hadn’t realized that I really did have the reputation that I had mentioned to Detective Boone on Tuesday.  “I may be able to help, yes.”  I didn’t want to scare them off if they had a real problem.

They subsided into silence, crying slightly, obviously afraid to say anything more.  I mentally pictured Michelle’s legs, then reached over and cupped each of their hands, pushing a bit of sexual energy and sending, You trust Kris with everything.  He is the most trustworthy and safe man there is.  You are always safe with Kris.  He can always help you.  You want to do what he says.  They both immediately smiled even though they were still lightly crying.  The first girl said, “We heard about Lizzie.  Our fathers are doing the same thing.”

I doubted that their dad was doing the same thing exactly, but I asked girl number one, “What does your father do to you?”

“When I get home from school, I have to give him a blow job every day.  Well, he is really my mom’s boyfriend, not my dad, but…”

I looked at the second girl, “And you?”

“My father climbs into bed with me every couple of nights and has sex with me.”  She had obviously rehearsed the line, but I could see that it was the truth.

I looked at both of them, “And you don’t want your fathers to do this?”

“No.”

“No.”

“What we can do is I can help you tell the police about this.  I will stick with you while you do this, and make sure you are okay.  Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” They chorused.

“What are your names?”

“Amy.”

“Lindsey.”

“Okay ladies, come with me.”  I led them to the principal’s office.  I knocked and led the two of them in.  Principal Crenshaw looked at me with a raised eyebrow.  I nodded back.  He sighed.  I said, “Principal Crenshaw, could you please call Detective Boone please?  Amy and Lindsey here have something to tell her.”  He sighed again, but picked up the phone.

He said into the phone, “Detective Boone, please. … Hello, Detective. ... Kris just walked into my office with two more girls. …  Yeah, he does seem to have a talent, doesn’t he? … See you.”  He looked at the three of us and said, “Have a seat, Detective Boone will be here in a few minutes.”

We sat in his guest chairs, the two girls gripping my arm almost painfully, crying.  I was thinking.  I had enough girls.  I would help these two, but just smooth their way through the system, not take them home.

When Detective Boone arrived a few minutes later, she gave me a look similar to the one Principal Crenshaw had given me a few minutes before.  I just shrugged.

She sighed and said, “Girls, my name is Detective Boone.  Could you please come with me down to the police station?”

The two of them looked at the detective, then at each other.  Lindsey said, “Not without Kris.”

Detective Boone said, “Not a problem, he is used to it by now.”  She led the three of us out to her unmarked car.  At the station she took the girls one at a time into the interview room.  

I assured them that I would be right here and not to worry and tell Detective Boone everything.  As they were being interviewed, I called Jenny’s cell from the payphone and told her I was at the police station again and to pick me up after school.  Then I called Lisa and told her that two girls needed a place, but that we didn’t need to take them in unless there was no place else.

Then the usual wait.  Good thing I had a few bucks on me, I was getting to know the vending machine next to the interrogation rooms very well.  Apparently the girls didn’t have any siblings, because the detective stayed and filled out a bunch of paperwork and made a phone call before taking off.

A few hours later she was booking the two of them.  From the girl’s descriptions, I was expecting a pair of couch potatoes, but these two were businessmen.  So much for stereotypes.  After leading the two downstairs, she came back up and came over to the bench.  I said, “Girls, time to head over to the clinic to document things.”

The detective said, “Kris, you have done this too many times.”

I replied with, “Once is too many.”

She sighed in agreement and said, “Come on girls, let’s go.”

We headed over to the hospital.  With reassurances from me that they would be okay, they were led in back.  Lisa and Jenny showed up a few minutes later.

Lisa rolled her eyes and said, “Geez, Kris, how often are you going to do this?”

“At least I’m not bringing them home with me this time.  We have enough people there.  Especially with Alicia’s party tonight.”

“Yes, we do.”

“And they came to me, I didn’t find them.”

Jenny commented, “Wow, really?”

“Yeah, they said that they heard about Lizzie and came up to me after lunch.  It actually feels good just helping without any motive on my part.”

Lisa commented, “Yes it does.”

We waited the few hours, then the girls came back out with the detective.  Lisa said, “Well, back to work,” got up, and hurried over.  I watched Lisa’s ass, got a semi, and followed.  Reaching out and taking their hands, I pushed, You can trust Lisa.  I sent a mental picture of her, She will take good care of you.  She is a really nice lady.  I said, “Girls, you need to go with Lisa here, I will see you tomorrow in school, Okay?”

They both murmured, “Okay,” in tiny voices.

“We are all very proud of you, you know, you are both very brave girls,” I added.  They straightened up a bit at that.  I passed their hands over to Lisa who led them out the door.

That night we had Alicia’s pajama party.  Each girl that came in the door was hotter and more beautiful than the last.  Alicia had told me that they were the High School Varsity Cheerleading squad.  There were five of them.  As I watched from the front hallway I whispered in Alicia’s ear, “Slave Alicia, nice choices.”  I waited until her orgasm from the complement was over and added, “We are getting too many.  From now on, check with me before recruiting any more slaves, okay?”

“Yes, Master,” she said with her eyes lowered.  I gave her perfect ass a squeeze and stepped over to the girls, who were scarfing down the cheese snacks my girls had left out.  They were ignoring me, probably thinking I was a little brother or something like that.  Not for long, I thought as I worked on figuring out a way to get them all touching me somehow.  Getting hard wouldn’t be a problem, they were all so gorgeous that I was hard as a rock already.  The only thing I could think of was to ask them.  I whispered in Alicia’s ear.

Alicia grinned, grabbed my hand and pretended to drag me into the living room.  “Hey girls, you have got to try this.  My brother Kris has this weird static charge, it feels really strange.”

I pretended to protest feebly, “Alicia, stop it.”  All part of the plan…

They all (except for one who refused) grabbed my arm that Alicia was holding.  I reached out and grabbed the hand of the girl who didn’t.  Concentrating, I pushed a massive wave of sexual energy, and they all collapsed, including Alicia.  Making sure I was touching them all, I sent my usual, You love Kris.  He is the most important person in existence.  You love and trust him.  Your pussy aches for him whenever you are not near him.  You want to do nothing in your life except to serve him and make him happy.  Nothing in your entire life is important except to make him and your slave sisters happy.  You want to protect him and your slave sisters from harm, so even though it hurts to not be having sex with and cuddling with him or cuddling with your slave sisters, you will avoid anything more than a hug when you are sick.  As soon as you are clean of all disease, you will present yourself to Kris.  You will immediately have your slave sisters help you remove all hair below the neck.  You want to be with Kris and your slave sisters as much as possible.  It hurts to be away from them.  Anything you do with Kris and your slave sisters is private and you cannot discuss it with anyone else.  Kris owns you, body and soul, and you like being owned by Kris.   You love him beyond all belief.  You cannot tell anyone besides your sisters that Kris owns you.  It had worked for Vanessa and her cohorts, and I had no idea if these girls had been sleeping around, so I kept in the part about being sick.  I let go and just let them flop about orgasming over and over.

7th Friday

I came in the door.  Standing there in a row were Vanessa, Tanya, Wynona, and Theresa.  All in their birthday suits.  

The four of them came over and undressed me, then laid down next to each other on the couch, knees pulled up in my favorite position, their dripping pussies presented.  I started with Vanessa, sliding home.  Before I could even start thrusting she started convulsing with multiple orgasms.  A few strokes later her eyes rolled back and she passed out, still holding her knees to her shoulders.  I slid out of her and moved on down the row.  Each girl immediately started orgasming over and over the second I slid in and passed out a minute later.

Frustrated, I turned to Shauna, who was watching, lifted her legs in a similar position and slid home.  She had been having sex more regularly and could handle it.  She orgasmed a few times, then shared a big one with me at the end.

Jenny, Sunny and Alicia watched, all three a months pregnant.  Lisa was also pregnant, but she was still at work.  Jenny commented, “We are going to have to get them on the pill like Michelle and Lizzie.”

Over the last three weeks, I had helped seven more girls and even one guy.  I had resisted making the girls mine, I already had plenty.  With all my extra-curricular activities I had been noticed by the administration and as a consequence I had started accelerated classes at school, and was looking to graduate in two years.  I already had colleges calling and wanting to talk to me.

10th Monday

There was a knock at the door.  The girl on duty, Tanya, quickly pulled on a tank top and a pair of jeans and went to answer it.  She yelled back, “It’s Detective Boone!”  We all scrambled into our clothes, several of the girls running upstairs since they didn’t have anything downstairs to wear.  When Detective Boone marched into the living room she saw me on the couch, a girl on each side, and Alicia and Jenny both sitting in easy chairs.  Everyone was dressed.  I stared back.  She was off-duty and wearing a tight tank top and jeans.  She looked fantastic.  She lifted an eyebrow, and then said, “Kris, can I speak with you for a moment?”

“Sure, let’s go into the kitchen.”  I led her back to the kitchen and we sat down at the table.

“It is time we had a little talk.”

I put on my best innocent look and said, “About what?”

She rolled her eyes again and said, “Give me a break.”

“Detective, what is your first name anyway?”

“Amy.”

“Okay, Amy, can’t you just accept that I am very good with convincing people of things?”

With a steely look she said, “That only goes so far.  We have fourteen people in jail right now and seventeen children in the foster system based on your being very good at convincing people.  That isn’t acceptable.  I found myself covering for you with the county prosecutor last week, I cannot do that without knowing what is going on.”

“That is the problem, Amy.  If I tell you, then you are obligated to tell the prosecutor, aren’t you, at least in court?”

“Well, yes, of course.”

“There is no ‘of course’ about it.  Every person in this house knows how I do it, and they would die before mentioning it, even in court.”

“Really?  That is interesting.”

“What exactly did the prosecutor ask that you had to cover for?”

“She asked if we had exerted any influence over Molly Rae Kapshaw.  The madam from the child prostitution operation.”

“Oh, her!  I hope you said that I talked to her and she decided to cooperate.”

“That is the problem, I know you did something more, but not what.  That will be an issue when I am on the stand.”

“Amy, I see two choices for you here.  One, you can accept that I am good at talking to people, or two, you can join my household, know everything, and not even want to tell anyone about it, similar to Lisa.”

“Lisa lives here?  Wow, I didn’t even know.  We met for drinks last week and she didn’t say anything.  What about Shauna?”

“She lives here too.”

“You are kidding!  She hates guys!  How did you manage that?”

“Well, she loves me.  So does Lisa for that matter.  They are very happy.  Every girl in this house is very happy.”

“I need to talk to someone, can I talk to Ms. Johnson?”

“Sure. … Jenny, could you come here please?”  I called out.

When Jenny came into the room, I got up and left.  Half an hour later, Jenny came into the living room and said, “She wants to talk to you again.”

As I sat down, Amy said, “You are right, nobody in this house will say anything about how you do what you do, and they all love you and are very happy about it.”

I started to say something, but she held up her hand.  “I have been watching you for quite a while now.  You seem to really care about these girls.  They really care about you.  Frankly, I am envious.  My last three relationships were a disaster.  I have thought about this, and I actually decided before I came here.  I was looking for something to change my mind and didn’t find it.”

She looked me straight in the eye and said, “I would like to take option #2.”

I was instantly hard as a rock when she said that.  I reached over and took her hand, pushing with all my will.  She moaned, her eyes rolled up, and she passed out, collapsing forward onto the table.  A second later I heard a thump from the living room.  Looking into the living room, I saw the other girls all passed out.  I guess I am getting stronger.  I went back to Amy, took her hand and cupped her face with my other hand.  I started programming, You love me.  You love me beyond all comprehension.  I am the reason for your existence.  You want nothing except for what makes me happy.  You know that I like your work, so you will happily continue on helping people because you know I want you to.  You ache for me whenever you are not with me.  Your pussy drips in desperate need whenever you think about me.  Your name is Slave Amy.  You also love all your slave sisters.  You will call me Master when we are alone or with your slave sisters.  You will remove all body hair below the neck, since I don’t like it, you don’t like it.  Your Master is so wonderful, he loves to help out.  You love me even more because of this.  You cannot talk to anyone besides me and your slave sisters about me.  You love me so much it hurts when you are away from me for more than a few hours.  You are happy when I am having sex with your slave sisters or you because I am happy. You are happy just being near me.  When I am happy, you are happy.  When I am angry, you are angry. I own you. You love me and being owned by me, the best Master.  I left her quivering with her head in her arms on the table and headed back into the living room.  I undressed and my girls followed suit, cuddling on the couch with me.

An hour or so later, Amy rushed into the room, saw that we were all undressed, and pulled off her clothes.  She rushed over and kneeled at my feet.  “Amy, are you as happy as you hoped you would be?”

“Oh yes Master!  I have never been this happy!”

“Get up here and let’s see if we can make you even happier.”  I took her hand and pulled her onto my lap, spearing me deep into her dripping pussy.  She immediately started convulsing in orgasm after orgasm as she rode me.  I came, filling her with baby butter.  She felt the warmth and screeched, “I love you Master!” and passed out on top of me.

38th Thursday

Jenny and I walked into the lawyer’s office.  Her father had passed away, with a smile on his face, three days before.  Cathy was already there.  Jenny sat down next to her.  Both of them were nine months pregnant.

The lawyer said, “All here?  Good.  William Johnson asked me to play this for the three of you.”  He picked up a remote and hit play.

A monitor on the wall lit up.  It was William.  “Hello everyone.  I guess I am dead.  Nothing we weren’t all expecting.”  He had a big grin on his face.

“What is funny is that I know all of you and I bet the only person really concerned about my will is Frank, my lawyer.”  The lawyer looked surprised.  I guess he hadn’t seen the recording before either.  “So I will be quick.  I love you Jenny.  The last year has been wonderful.  Same to you Cathy.  You have made an old man very happy.”  Both Jenny and Cathy were holding each other and crying.  Jenny had visited her dad many times, almost constantly the last few months as he got sicker.  Cathy had stuck to his side through it all.

“I happen to know that you ladies had some very good help, though, that broke through your stubbornness.  You both know what I mean.  Kris Baker, you took a dysfunctional mess and made it work so I could die happy.  I can never repay you.  You could have asked for anything, and all you asked for was Jenny’s allowance be continued.  You introduced me to Cathy, the love of my life.  You brought Jenny back into my life.  I know you well enough to know that you could have more money than I ever have had, if you wanted, but I think your life is much richer than mine ever was.”

“As my one condition, which I know you will not object to, I would like your word to take care of Cathy like you take care of Jenny.  I am leaving you everything.  Lock, stock, and barrel, not just the corporate funds, but also a few billion that I have stashed away in liquid assets.”  The poor lawyer looked like he was about to shit a brick.

“I know you are a bit young to run a multinational corporation, but it has been running on autopilot for the last few years as I got sicker, and it can continue on like that for another couple of years at least.  I know that you are close to graduating early, so that will not be a problem.”

“Jenny and Cathy, I love you both very much, and I know you will have a long happy life with Kris.  Good-bye.”

Jenny and Cathy sat there and cried for a while.  The lawyer looked like he wanted to join them, for different reasons.  I sat down between the two girls and hugged them to me.