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Homecoming Hypnotism

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Mark smiled, leaning back in the leather chair of the study with a pipe in his mouth. He didn't smoke one, personally, but there was something to the image of power of a man in 'his' chair with a pipe that he rather did like. It conveyed his status in the family, taking the place of his late father, and what was, truly, his rightful place as the right and just sexual head of the household too.

That was further demonstrated by the fact that his mother's lips closed around his shaft, sucking and bobbing her head obediently. Sarah sealed her lips around his cock and suckled wantonly every time she drew back to the tip, hardly allowing him to move at all for it was her job and place in the household to please him in every which way he could possibly desire, her body a vessel with which he could do as he pleased. Her blonde curls had loosened after bathing and still came with a hint of dampness, erotic in her unfinished state. As it was, she was merely a beautiful clay pot to him that required shaping, carefully so. The tattoo on her crotch, stretching up lightly onto her lower abdomen, denoted her to be his property and he groaned, rolling his head back and languishing in the exhilarating luxury of being, well, the king.

And was that not indeed a good place to be?

Maybe for him but not for his hypnotised mother, who could have been aware of what she was doing if he had allowed her to come out of her trance. But why would he do such a thing unless he was toying with the power he held over her? Mark could, after all, allow just the barest semblance of rebellion for the sole pleasure of quashing it beneath his thumb, cock sealing off any further protests as he fucked her mouth, pinning her back down to the sofa. The sofa creaked beneath them as she squealed, complaints devolving into the moans that he had lusted after for so many months and finally had for himself, murmuring her trigger just to slip her back into the state of hypnotism that made everything all the more delightful for the two of them.

Shuddering, he moaned in recollection, heat creeping through his body, desire uncontrollable in the most pleasant of ways. Just what man would have been strong enough too to resist its allure, he asked himself? He was just a man who had taken control through the incantation, her trigger phrase well and truly locked in, making his mother nothing more and everything of his submissive first of his sex harem.

But there was one other that he needed to immediately have under his control too; number one simply was not enough for him, as good as she looked in the lingerie he had her dress in to serve him, her king, and just how good her hot, wet mouth felt on his spear. There was a number two soon to come and it was just the woman who had spent so much time on the very day of his arrival striving to get hold of him while he was, suitably, otherwise engaged in far more carnally lustful matters than she may have wanted to consider for her grandson.

Hissing through his teeth, Mark twisted his fingers into Sarah's hair and held her head down as he ejaculated, pinning her there even as she hacked and gagged around his shaft, not ready for the tip to teasingly squeeze up into the back of her throat. Of course, she could have taken him if she'd been more with her senses but turning her into his personal cock-sucking servant was just another thing on his list of improvements that he would make to his mother. Yet all of that would come in due course and he raked his eyes over the paler red lingerie that he had sent her for, breasts free and lewdly on display, the 'cups' hardly doing anything at all as they cut far too low beneath the heavy spill of her tits and nipples. Just why, after all, would he have possibly have wanted to hide her best asset away? And there was so very much indeed that he could do with her glorious breasts…

That time, the phone did not ring, his grandmother already on her way to his mansion – of course, now, as the head of the household, it was his mansion by rights – most likely driven by one of her several personal chauffeurs. The family had most certainly landed on their feet in the world but that was hardly something he was going to complain about when he reaped the spoils day in and day out, luxuriating in pleasures that a lower class family would never have been able to enjoy.

As Sarah tenderly suckled down every last drop of cum he had to give her, golden locks falling across her flushed face as if she was shy in the moment, blushing from the subservience of being beneath him, exactly where she had always been supposed to be. Mark inhaled sharply, trembling up to her, fingers tight, although his control found its true place in far more secure ways.

It was time that Victoria learned of her new position in the family.

Mark's kingdom would be everything he dreamed it would be.

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“Grandson…"

Her lips spread into a fixed yet warm smile, affection burning lightly through the air of strict discipline that her attire and manner of being usually gave off. Stiffly wrapping her taller grandson in her arms, Victoria allowed the hug in return, pearl earrings dangling. She wouldn't have worn such flashy jewellery in her younger days but it was something that simply seemed appropriate as the years wore on with her, the tides of time and change taking her along with them even as her ageing body seemingly refused to grow frail. Despite the years behind her, she would cling to life with the rigid vitality that she had so carried with her all the while, drawing despair to the heart of her late husband time after time again.

Yet that was all about to change. With her grey hair pulled back into a tight, prim bun that was too severe for the sharper angles of her face, flesh sinking back slowly as the years did indeed catch up with her in that manner at least, the light that should have come from such a smile did not quite reach her eyes still. Mark held her as stiffly, everything about their interaction formal and plain as if they had rehearsed it beforehand.

“How was your journey?"

“Did you enjoy the cherry blossoms on the driveway?"

“The gardens are lovely this time of year."

She did not ask about his research, his innovations and forward thinking in the field of archaeology – what he had travelled all the way over to the country of India to study in the first place. As Victoria knew and understood nothing about that, it held no interest for her at all and she did not even bother touching on the topic. Just what was a man going to say to interest her, after all? And, to her, he had been such a boring child and no more interesting as he grew up. Why, he'd even needed her to prod and poke into his life just to get him packed up to boarding school and then sent off to college, all in the pursuit of at least something of an education. Their family name was all that, in her eyes, of course, lent him any credit to his education, although neither had Victoria ever truly thought to ask just what her grandson had achieved during the course of his studies or lifetime. It simply had never been of any interest of her and that most certainly did not change just because he was an adult.

The maid brought them tea, quietly moving in and placing all that they needed down before them on the fine china. Helga was in and out quickly, blonde hair tucked away as she said not a word, her traditional maid's garb setting her up to be prim and proper enough for the service she provided. Victoria didn't even look at her but that was not something that the German woman was going to waste any time worrying about at her age. After all, Mark had given her the rest of the day off and that meant more time with her family and loved ones.

Little did she know what Mark was going to be doing with his loved ones once she had duly left the building, a pot of perfectly brewed tea left in her wake and a cup already poured. Mark smiled in her aftermath, pressing the tips of his fingers together and nodding politely. He made the right polite noises in all the right places as Victoria talked and talked, conversation streaming over him where he had not a reason to join in. She had more than enough words in her to carry a conversation or far more than just two people and she didn't need him to interject either. Why, of course, would she desire him to speak words when she had no interest in that at all? She could fill in any supposed gaps in his manner of conversation well enough and another droplet of control in the pail that she had well and truly overfilled years ago was not going to make any difference in that regard.

And yet Mark was not a little boy anymore that could be pushed around. He was a man and a man with power under his belt, the will and knowledge to change the course of his destiny and that of those around him.

“You should drink your tea, grandmother."

Ah, now that was different. Inhaling deeply, Victoria's bosom raised as she drew herself up a little, a shrewd look in her eyes, wrinkled at the corners. In fact, most of her was wrinkled but she did not allow it to define her. It was more of an…accentuation of what had already been.

“Do not speak to your grandmother like that," she said, ice ringing through her tone, the clamour of the crack as the glacier melted. “What ideas have they put in your head over in that lord forsaken country, boy? I shall have you know that we respect our elders in our homeland."

He could have said that it was hardly their homeland when, in all honesty, they were migrants from another land to begin with. He could have made a polite noise and tipped his chin down, as he had done for so many years. It would have been easier not to argue, that was true, but something in him pressed up, a smile pulling the corners of his lips up as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the tingle of control drawing him in.

It was time.

“Pacta Sevanda."

It was instant. He latched onto her, the spider ensnaring the fly into its web, and he chuckled throatily as her head slipped forward under its own weight. Would it be different for every woman that he hypnotised, their reaction to that first, beautiful instance of submission to a greater, more dominant power? Victoria's head, of course, did not slump for long but he took a moment where her sensibilities were lost to admire how her silvery-grey dress fell over the curves of her body. It was demure and proper, of course, for a lady of her age, but he would delight in ripping it off her all the same and revealing just what her body had to offer him. He would take every last bit of it all for himself in due time.

Her lips parted, eyes unfocused, and Victoria tried to swallow, working her tongue as it suddenly seemed too thick and too heavy in her mouth to move properly, let alone speak. A hand fluttered weakly up to her hair, patting the bun as if to ensure that it was all in place, but when she looked up again there was a tall, dark, handsome figure of a man standing over her, a smirk on his lips that was just a little bit too familiar for her time-wizened mind.

Victoria moaned, panting lightly, nostrils alternating between puckering and flaring as if she couldn't get enough breath into her lungs. But neither could she have said just what was going on in the moment as the man who was, in all reality, the very essence of her late husband, his grandfather, from his younger days stood over her with the confident control of earlier times. Back then, she'd known her place beneath him and all had been well, all had been fine: it was only when his health had declined that her need for strict adherence to all forms of control had truly become manageable. And he was a man too that had died long before his time.

Mark, however, was not him and never would be, regardless of how alike they were in appearance. And the loving give and take, even with the power differential in their healthy relationship of the time, would never again be replicated between grandmother and grandson. No… The only thing that Victoria would ever again find herself duly responsible for would be serving Mark over and over again, ensuring that his pleasures were satisfied and his lusts sated, day in and day out. She didn't need to have any thoughts of her own and, well, she could not have even said that she had used her brain for all that much, truly, in the course of her life, a time of ill-advised notions and following in the path of her husband, outwardly devoted.

She'd be better for that… All for Mark. Control pulled her down into the abyss and she had no choice but to allow it to take it there. She couldn't' have fought back that level of control even if she had had the willpower in her to try, for Victoria had always been a follower trying to dress herself up as a leader. It just had taken her grandson to see where her place in her life and the world itself truly lay.

Mark smirked, lips pulling up on one side, although he no longer had any reason to hide his delight and, yes, his amusement too at her debasement. Oh, it was not quite there yet but it was coming like the question of moisture on the breeze that heralded the coming storm, something that one could almost taste if they chanced to dare and take the moment for themselves.

Yes… Victoria blinked and stared, slack-jawed and wanton, stripped of the need to speak or utter a single more word as she loosened his belt, the slow slide of leather through the loops of his trousers coming with a garb of power that made her knees quake. She was still sitting, however, and could have hidden it if she was not so far gone, but the tremble remained, her eyes wide and in awe of the stud of a man who wanted her. And what did that mean, just for her? Why, of course, it meant that she should be doing just what he wanted?

But that was no fun for Mark and he relented just a little, all for his entertainment. Maybe he had pushed too far too soon and he pulled back on the power, allowing Victoria to blink and swim back up to the surface, his trousers sliding down to the ground.

For a moment, there was stillness between them, sparrows chirping outside as they flitted between the carefully placed feeders, filled with seeds and peanuts. The tea cooled in her cup, although it had only been poured for Victoria. All for show, it was destined to remain as it was and that was alright. There were far more tasteful pleasures than tea for one to endorse and enjoy even as Victoria's mouth opened and closed in a facsimile of horror, clutching at her throat.

“No!"

Yes. Yes, he would have her and Mark pressed his advantage, only holding enough control over her so that she could shake and say no, no, that she didn't want him, that he was doing it wrong. But was that not something that he had already heard time after time again during the course of his life? Of course, he was an adult and he didn't have to listen to her, if he wanted to make a stand, but it would be far sweeter still to seal away her dictatorship and rebellion behind a biting kiss, claiming her mouth and then the rest of her divine body too.

“I have been waiting for this, grandmother." He murmured, eyes downcast, but only because he was undressing her with them. “You have no idea what you interrupted yesterday, what you sought to intervene in, all without thinking. But you are about to know. And I shall ensure that you adore every last bit of it – and me too."

But she was just an old lady and played up the victim, trying to stand but only managing to just about wobble up to her feet, suddenly appearing frailer and weary than she actually was. In reality, she was a strong, powerful woman with an iron-grasp on life but Mark reduced her to the want to simper, barely able to hold up her own weight as she swayed and stretched out a hand for balance that still would not come.

And yet he was there, wrapping a hand around her wrist as he grinned and drew her in closer to him. It was just a single step and she pulled back from him but it was enough. One step, for the moment, as she cried out and strained for freedom, was all he needed.

“Let me help you there…"

It was not helpful and his cock swelled out through his underwear, forming a growing bulge in the navy fabric, the dark shade of blue smart as if he was still, somehow, trying to make an impression on her. He could have appeared deranged entirely to an outside observer but there was little that anyone would ever dare to say to him ever again as he wrapped up the women of his family in the wiles of command. His fingers tightened around her wrist and her struggles increased, although Victoria simply didn't seem to get anywhere. She flustered and floundered like a caged bird, tears welling traitorously up in the corners of her eyes, although she would not allow them to spill forth even in such a situation, proud and rigidly holding herself up to the very end.

He'd take great pleasure in breaking her down, tearing her spirit into shreds of humanity and then rebuilding her all over again into a number in his kingdom, the second to serve him. Sarah could show her the ropes, start teaching her more about just how he liked his cock to be sucked. But, first, there was time for his own amusement, cock drooling pre-cum and soaking a darker patch through the front of his boxer briefs, balls currently cradled by fabric but soon to be lifted up by tender fingers and lips.

Yet she fought, pushing and rebelling against his control, eyes scorning as she tried to rip herself away – to no avail, of course. But he relished it, pressing her back to the sofa where they had been taking tea, yet that tea would go to waste. A pity, was it not?

“Mark…" She shook her head, holding up her hands the best she could, fingers heavily laden with ring upon ring. “You should know better than this!"

It was a derisive comment at best but it didn't have the effect that it used to, considering the note of fear curled through her tone, laced around her voice like a vine that could constrict and squeeze the life out of her. Perhaps her heart knew and understood then that there was no sense in fighting back, that everything that she'd ever known was lost for good, and yet she still wanted to try, to do what she'd always done before simply because that was what she did.

Yet that made no difference to him. He'd take her all the same and it would be all the more glorious for the fight she put up against him, cock pulsing and aching for the relief of her cunt or mouth – either would do. Thrusting his face in close to hers, Mark smiled cockily, eyes harsh and cold. Maybe once there had been a deeper, more normal, love in his heart for Victoria but it was hard to see her as anything more than what she could be for him anymore. After her years of ruling with her hand, rings jangling all the while, he had well enough earned the time to take his passions to the next level with her.

“Pacta Sevanda."

He took her deeper, calling her down as he whispered for her to strip, the show playing out before him as her mind tried to rebel still, body completely under his control. Anger and fear flashed across her eyes as she fought and fought but, really, there was no sense of escape to be had as she shimmied and teased her own, wrinkled body out of her dress. His nails caught and tore, 'helping' her out of it in the way that only a man caught up by lust only could, her dress ruined for the time being. She'd buy other dresses. Ones that he liked better on her shapely form, still looking exceptionally good for her age.

Her lingerie was plain, too plain, and he waved his hand, commanding her without words to remove it too. It would be better to see her nude crotch and breasts out of that beige: yet another thing to add to her shopping list. It would not, of course, be his money that he sent either of his harem ladies out shopping with, the money coming from their savings from years of frivolity and distractions gone by until they were all but drained by, their wardrobes and collections more than enough to satisfy his twisted, kinky desires.

Victoria's mind panicked, beating against the bars like a bird caged from the wilds, not understand what had happened to it. Why was she naked before her grandson? It just wasn't proper! It wasn't right! She fought and screamed and clawed at every last inner sanctum of her own mind that she could possibly reach, yet he broke her down bit by bit, increasing his power and control in such a way that she didn't even know it was happening. Her body, of course, did exactly as he bid as if it was no longer actually connected to her mind, making her turn and bend over, put her leg up on the sofa – display herself in every last erotic way that she could shamefacedly do in the heat of the moment. Of course, there remained to be seen so much more but the prim and prude of a woman who only had ever had intercourse for the strict purposes of having a child could only see it as horror after horror.

Yet… Would it not be nice to have a thick, juicy cock in her mouth? Victoria salivated against her will, the ground rushing up to meet her knees as she sank down, having placed a cushion there just a moment before. She was older, after all, wasn't he such a good master to her? Not a master but a king, a king who would look after her, take care of her… That was what an owner did.

Her mind could not cling on as he parted her lips with a wiggle of his finger, leaving her hands limp at her sides for the time being: that fun could come later again. Mark's hips did the work, keeping her head in place as he slowly slid the full length of his shaft into her mouth, suppressing her gag reflex. Wasn't it funny how the incantation could cover that too? Hypnosis truly was a wonderful thing…

And Victoria, if he dared say so, was even sweeter to take than his mother, thrusting in hard and deep up into the back of her throat. She had to be a less experienced dick-sucker than Sarah but that was very well something that they could work on, something that he could fix with his training of her. Sarah could teach her, stroke her throat as his grandmother took him deep, eyes watering from the strain of swallowing down his shaft.

Power thrummed through him, every last drop of rebellion quashed from Victoria's mind, a mindless slut whose sole purpose in life – his life – was Mark's pleasure. She could not even see him as her grandson anymore. No… King Mark was more than that and she had to please him at all costs. Moaning around his length, she succumbed sweetly to his will, revelling in just how much he stretched her lips wide – seemingly wider than they ever had been before. Of course, that was just another side-effect of his conditioning taking hold and she wouldn't have to worry about it ever again, but she slurped and sucked on his cock as he ploughed into her mouth as if it was the last one she would ever have, savouring the moment with all the thirst of a woman deprived of life-giving water.

A sloppy blowjob was a gift indeed and Mark panted lightly as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Only he knew how many times already he'd gotten off that day with his mother already but Victoria was something else entirely, so easily arousing him all over again and making him ache for that erotic spill of hot, viscous cum. He could already imagine just how it would look if he pried her lips open after the fact, forcing her to show off the pool of creamy fluid on her tongue before swallowing his essence as if it was the finest treat that she would ever again be offered. A splatter of it across her face too, dripping in thick, delicious strands that he could even have Sarah lap up, his first sexual servant in the king's harem, would do nicely, trailing down and marking her as the property of the king forevermore.

Grunting, he bore down, pushing her legs apart with his shoe, trousers loose down to his ankles. There was not the time to remove them and there was no sense of decency or decorum either now that he had Victoria within his grasp. Her pussy squeezed down on nothing, showing off just how turned on she was, mind and body broken to his will, and she whimpered around him, eyes half-lidded as she zeroed in on his cock and his cock alone. And that was quite right too: she shouldn't be thinking about anything else when she had to be pleasing him. There should never again be anything more important in the world for her than him.

Only him.

Victoria moved her hands, arms trembling as some semblance, however faint and restricted it was, returned to her muscles. Yet she could only bring up the thought of pleasing him more, of caressing her king, to the forefront of her mind. Escape simply did not exist. The fat 'veins' on his shaft seemed to grow under her tongue and she suckled wantonly at the tip as the skin pulled back, wanting more all the while. The slick roundness of his cock-tip teased through her mouth, oddly sensual in its passage over the roof and ridges of her mouth, so subtle until one paid them any kind of attention. And she suckled as if at the neck of a wine bottle, yet the fare that she would draw from his aching shaft would be even sweeter than any liquor that may have ever been considered for those of her station in life and, of course, being of the feminine persuasion too.

Mark grunted and that was all the warning she had of the first jet of cum shooting into her mouth with such force that her heart leapt, song thrumming through her. So thick! And so much of it too! She groaned around him, stroking the base of his shaft, fondling his balls – hands moving wherever they were needed to coax every last drop of him. The weight of his sack in his hands sent her pussy quivering all over again, lusting after the immediate moment as if, even then, she feared that it could be ripped away from her at any given moment.

And she sucked him dry – or as dry as it was even possible for the king to be, the very epitome of studly virility above all else. Mark grunted thickly and rammed in, working his cock hard and fast, uncaring for his grandmother's pleasure even as she moaned around him, adoring every last second of her abusive debasement. She was right where she needed to be, after all, on her knees before her king with his dick in her mouth, giving her everything she had not ever even known that she needed and so very much more too.

He pulled back in time for shots of cum to pour over her face, drooling over her nose and lips, across her eyelids as she closed her eyes and beamed open-mouthed, catching some in her mouth. And it was then that he got to see the cum pooling in her mouth, Victoria proudly holding it there as her breasts swayed, dragged down lightly under their own weight – but that was to be expected, after all, considering her age. She was still a beauty in her own right and Mark filed away the thought of spending his seed over her tits for another time, letting the semen linger and tingle in the lines of her face as he bore her back over to the sofa, tight in his arms.

He kissed her then, only wiping the cum from her lips for that moment, the rest remaining just where it was. It would serve as a reminder as to who she belonged to until she had to leave but she would still feel it there, the warm slickness of it beautifully tainting her skin as if she would never again be able to wash the very essence of him from her skin. Kissing her deeply, Mark forced his tongue into a mouth that was, of course, as welcoming as his mind control desired it to me, Victoria shuddering up and pressing her tits into his chest as if she wanted nothing more than to be taken like a whore right where she was.

“Pacta Sevanda."

Her eyes fell half-lidded and she exhaled her acceptance, head nodding and a smile faintly stretching her lips.

Always his. She would always belong to Mark, forevermore. And that was just the way she was supposed to be.

His.

Working deeper in the programming, he kissed her and whispered to her how she would always be horny, needing her holes filled every hour of the day and night, Victoria moaning and nuzzling all the way down back into his crotch as if there was nothing more for her in the world. He told her to always wear a dildo and a butt plug – yes, using the crudest, dirtiest words that his delightfully and passionately twisted mind could come up with.

“You shall keep the plug shoved up your ass," he grunted to her, tearing her head back even as her expression contorted in bliss, hips working for an orgasm that was, as yet, not to be hers. “The dildo rammed up into your dirty pussy, all the way. Go out and buy big ones – a selection. I will choose which ones you start with, to stretch you out and make you remember just who you belong to."

“Yes, my king," she breathed, entirely under the spell of his hypnotism as she opened and closed her mouth, striving to get his shaft back into her mouth once more, although he was slowly softening. “I will do it all for you, my king… Always, my king…"

There was more, of course: Sarah had the red lingerie and he'd instructed her, anyway, to go out and purchase more in the interim, better pieces to show off all that her body could offer to him. Victoria, however, he'd see first in thigh-high leather boots that would have her tottering, nothing more than a sex object before her master and dominant and a leather corset. Something that would push her tits up, the heavy spill of flesh rising up above the line of the chest in her cleavage. The dark make-up would be an interesting touch but the application of that would be down to her, his slut of a grandmother finally coming into her own at his feet on her knees.

It was the best place for her to be.

*

While Victoria was shopping, caught up in a daze between one reality and the current, terrifying one, Sarah entertained him, giving him a lap dance and shaking her ass for him, swaying and gyrating as if she had become a professional exotic dancer all of a sudden. It was nice but he could not enjoy the moment of her erotic lust and passion for servitude – he had not even needed to use the trigger on her to send her deep into his mind control that time – rising through the clamour of gyrations and her cunt squeezing his cock. No… He had a new toy to play with and one that too would need a tattoo slashed across her crotch too, denoting her as his second harem member, his devoted servant to lust and passion. And a king needed to pay attention to every last one of his subjects, did he not?

Of course, it was just a playful thought and, truly, he could cast them aside at any time, floundering and confused, if he so chose. He just wanted to admire Victoria again, his control over her and all that he could take from her, using and abusing her body in only the very best of ways.

And it was all worth it when he held Victoria under his spell, sending her upstairs to dress in the outfit he'd had her purchase just for him, to do her make-up just as he wanted her to be seen. There was no time there to release his control, holding her tight, a stronger soul than her daughter and his mother had been. He expected that and she would take longer to break to Sarah's level, even if he would enjoy every last moment of it. The breaking would be all the sweeter for the fight she put up along the way. Victoria, after all, was not the crimson sex slut of his mother but something else and, well, variety truly was the spice of life there. There were features to accentuate and he waited at the bottom of the grand staircase as if waiting to greet a royal figure, a smile on his lips and his belt already undone.

There'd be plenty more fun where that came from, make no mistake about it.

She did not disappoint, posing at the top of the staircase for him in shocking black eyeliner that curved out from her eyes, smoky like a lady of the night. It was a wonder, truly, that she had even known how to apply it for the mask of make-up was far more than Victoria would have surely have ever before applied in her life, too much for a lady of her stature and standing in the community, but she had done a fair job at it too. The shocking lipstick highlighted the darkness of her eyes, eye shadow smudged across tastefully and lashes curled. In the moment of posing, she could have appeared ten years younger at the very least and her attire only served to further accentuate that.

His eyes roamed down her body, the leather corset that cut beneath her tits curving down the length of her torso to the undergarments that were little more than a thong, for how daringly it cut across her buttocks, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. But that was just the way he wanted it as she descended, her long legs bare of anything but the matching boots, tottering in the heels that showed her off best when, truly, she was horizontal, below all else and simpering up at him, the master she so very much adored.

“How do you like it, King Mark?" She purred, sliding her arms around him at his invitation, prostrating herself pleasingly against him as if she was a woman of much younger years. “Do you not…lust for me?"

The divergence from her normal patterns of speech could not be ignored and he growled as he claimed her lips in his, kissing her deeply and passionately, tongue dominating her mouth. Victoria melted into the kiss and she shuddered up against him, hardly even noticing the little corner of her mind that screamed and rebelled, beating tiny fists upon the barrier that his mind control had cast up. That part of her, the part with resilience and personality, may as well have not existed when she was merely a doll on which he could exact his lusty will day in and day out.

The servant Victoria would not have had it any other way. Besides, she had a grandson to get on her knees and please!

Mark, however, had something else in mind as he picked her up and carried her out through the grand front doors, the heavy wood creaking as he swung it open. That would need oiling but was no longer something that he would ever again have to lift a finger for, the king in his dominion and kingdom at long last. Around the side of the house, accessible from the exterior by a narrow walkway, was a terrace and a luxuriously wide and resplendent porch swing with vines twined around the lovingly cared for wooden frame, a lattice in which the plants could grow.

The sun beamed down and warmed the wood before the fall of their bodies, Mark's clothes stripped from him by his grandmother under his direction. And yet it was becoming increasingly difficult to even think of her as his grandmother anymore with how she behaved, him toying with the level of hypnosis required to have her moaning and blinking in confusion even as she kissed down the line of his torso, unbuttoning his shirt in a sensual striptease. A part of her tugged after him, straining for the pleasures that he'd drawn her body so very kindly into and the fact that she barely pulled back as he toyed with her, all for his own pleasure, told him that everything was taking hold just as he'd planned.

Excellent.

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His dick throbbed up for her touch and she groaned as she wrapped her hand around it, squeezing and pumping, intent only on the treat of his cream. Her lips parted like a whore in a brothel and, for a moment, Victoria surely believed herself to be such, rocking and rolling her hips in such a fashion that she could only have been trying to raise his lusts to get that prick buried deep inside her once more.

Maybe that was what some secret, inner part of her had wanted all along. She dragged her lips over the head of his cock, taking the slippery tip into her mouth, lipstick smudging and smearing. She had to be a whore, nothing more than a dirty slut for her master, her king who controlled all in her life and everything around her. It made everything all the simpler to be what he wanted her to be and no less than that, held to the high standards that a member of his harem should be. Victoria panted lightly, warm breath washing over his cock as she drew back, eyes half-lidded and passion coursing through her, the river that could not be stopped as her pussy longed to be filled. Soon, the toys that had been included in her kinky shopping list would sate that need but she would always long after the cock of her king above all else, knowing that he was the only one who could ever truly satisfy her.

“You will be the mistress of debauchery in my harem," he hissed raggedly as she grasped his cock, pushing him back onto the swing with a sultry wink and pucker of her lips. “You'll always need your holes filled…"

“Then fill me, my king!"

It was not a demand but a begged cry that was whipped away in a squeal as he pulled her hips down, driving her onto his cock. His tool sank back right where it belonged and Victoria contorted lustfully, gyrating on him as if she knew what to do. Mark, however, lifted his control with a smirk just to see how she reacted, the moves that she'd played out with her own husband in her younger days. Of course, the prim and proper Victoria had still seen it as her place in the bedroom to please her husband and all she saw below her on the swaying, bobbing terrace swing was a younger version of him: only the eyes were different.

Ah, but there was so much to come as her pussy rippled around him, lost in the lust of simply how good it felt to have him inside her. It should not have felt so good, some little decrepit and wrong corner of her mind chirped up but it was swiftly silenced with a raw moan of pure desire – desire too that was destined to be fulfilled by her king, the king who owned her and everything that she may have otherwise have claimed for herself. She needed him there, she needed him to be fucking her, more than her pussy too. That would come in time and she had to at least in part be satisfied with him pounding her needy cunny, slamming in hard as the swing rocked and swayed, threatening to tip them off as they moaned in unison.

But that would not happen: her king would not let it be so. Victoria threw her head back and moaned as he arched up to meet her, lips coming together in lustful passion as her hips worked and worked, riding him for all she was worth. The wooden slats of the seat pressed into the light wrinkles of her knees, skin pulled lightly tauter than usual, but even the warmth of it could not possibly be enough to distract her as she groaned into the kiss, melting into and against him as her heart fluttered and soared like a bird that had finally been released from its cage.

Tongue probing her lips, diving deep. Sensations blurred together as her juices soaked his crotch, her underwear only pulled to the side enough so that his cock could slam into her, stretching open her pleasantly sore pussy-lips, the first time she had taken her grandson's cock into her. It would forever be a moment to remember as they came together over and over again, him breaking the kiss only to suckle at her breasts hungrily, forehead bowed as he paid attention to what his lusts craved.

More. Always more. And just why should a king of his world and harem ever have to hold back when desire allowed him anything he wanted? Groaning, he sucked her breasts one after the other into his mouth, lavishing attention upon them as he indulged himself, cock harder than ever, crammed up inside her. The swing of the seat paid tribute to the rock of her hips, fervently rising and falling as she cried out her pleasure, head tilted away and lips gleaming with a hint of his saliva as orgasm claimed her, taking her to a place far away where the ecstasy would further cement her conditioning, her fall from grace and power and, above all, glory.

On and on. Victoria was not in the realm of reality, floating as her nipples were nipped and suckled, a tongue lashing up beneath them to caress the soft flesh of her tits. He knew just how to please her and there was nothing more she could do but strive with every last ounce of willpower in her body, redirected for the greater good, to simply make her Mark feel as good as he made her feel. The grounds of the mansion stretched away before them but there was no one there to bear witness to their tryst, Victoria groaning as the afterglow tried to take her, pussy tight and sensitive and hot around a cock that was aching to blow.

Dragging his lips up from her breasts, he kissed her throat hotly and she moaned, fingers trembling up to his shoulders.

“You shall grow my harem for me, grandmother," he hissed, face contorted as if was on the edge of orgasm even then. “All of your…unff…"

Oh, a groan could not be held back sometimes but, still, he ploughed on as resolutely as ever.

“All of your social contacts, Beryl and Lindy and Lisa and Susan… All of them. They will be in my harem too, the harem of King Mark. And you will begin this immediately!"

Victoria nodded fervently, the swing rocking and swaying maniacally beneath them as if it was going to tip them off. If not for his grip on her hips, she would have fled the scene not to escape but to do his bidding right then and there but he needed something more from her hot, wet snatch, rippling and pulsing around him as if her body could not help but crave him deeper: deeper all the time.

That was too much for him, Mark snarling like a wild animal as he threw the weight of his body into an upward thrust, climaxing as the swing rocked wildly, very nearly tipping them off. It would not be something that they even remembered if something like that even did come to pass but all he was interested in was the rampantly hot spill of semen into her needy pussy as she screamed for him, shuddering through orgasm once more as she fell more and more into his grasp, wanting more even as her body ached and begged for some semblance of respite.

And yet no sense of rest was to come as he kissed her throat, her tits, worked his way over them and nibbled on her pleasantly sore nipples. He had his grandmother just where he wanted her to be and, well, it was hardly as if he was going to let that pleasure go in a hurry. The late afternoon rays of sunshine glanced off their skin, shining on the gleaming black leather of her corset, and he nuzzled into her breasts over and over again, staying hard inside her for another round as the swing protested and the shadows lengthened in a golden-tinted glow of the end of the day.

A man, however, had many lusts to be sated and Victoria could not have told quite when one orgasm ended and the next began, caught up in the luxurious pleasure of learning just how powerfully virile her king was. Oh, yes, he could cum once and then cum again, so it really was no wonder that he was the king and the leader of his own harem, not that her mind really needed to rationalise it in the slightest. No, she merely adored him for it as he finally dragged her off the swing only to shove her torso down over it, hammering into her with one foot balanced up on the precarious surface for a little better leverage, taking her hard and fast until he could not help but moan in the sweet release of taking his second programmed slave.

Baring his teeth, Mark hissed out his pleasure as evening fell, cool air licking at his skin, the light beading of sweat on his back, hair curling damply at the nape of his neck. She was his…finally. And all was going to fruition exactly as he had both planned and hoped. What more could a man such as him have possibly asked for?

The day was not over, however, and they retreated to Mark's luxurious bedroom, all made up and ready for them. Of course, it was less eloquent than Sarah's but held a sense of subtle class in the dark wood and the large bay windows that looked out over the gardens and the setting sun. As red hues slanted into the bedroom, Victoria got onto the bed on all fours for her master, raising her rear up high and waving it back and forth lightly for him, drawing her king in with her sex appeal. And there was plenty of it too to go around with the leather underwear tucked to the side of her pussy lips, still swollen and flush with her arousal, her sex open for his attention. And that was attention that Mark was all too willing to give, hissing and grunting like a feral animal himself as he clamoured up behind her, gripping her tits through the leather of the corset as he covered her with his body.

She would have to brace herself, pillows tucked up beneath her hips to keep them elevated for him, as he slammed in, yet neither partner in the equation was thinking about the logistics of lust in the heat of the moment. Victoria shrieked out her pleasure, louder and shriller than she had ever been before, pussy gripping and squeezing his shaft as if that was all it wanted – more and more cum from him. A hot flow of semen, thick, juicy seed, was all a cunt like hers needed and her head swam with the raw luxury of just how good everything felt, each and every tingle of pleasure coming with a new tint and hue as if she was experiencing everything for the first time all over again.

No… Never again would Victoria go without her cunny being stretched by a thick cock and Mark's would be the only one for her. He plunged into her over and over again, as deep as he could possibly go, her ass pushed up against him as if she still wanted more. Nothing would ever be enough for those in his harem while there still remained the opportunity to give him even more pleasure than before, always more. His hips slapped into her buttocks with a loud clap of flesh on flesh, gyrating in the throes of lust, sweat trickling down between his shoulder blades, a crimson gleam to his skin from the setting sun.

It could have been romantic. It could have been romantic. And yet all it ended up being was raw lust.

That was all it had to be.

Orgasm after orgasm. Victoria could not hold back her pleasure as he slammed into her, huffing and screaming as he drove her to ecstasy – and so kindly too! How good was her king to her that he would grope and squeeze her breasts, playing with them and even seeking out her nipples beneath? It was almost a shame that the leather covered them, the corset only showing off her waist and her cleavage, the hot and heady spill of erotic flesh pushed up for his delight, but there would be more outfits and more she could do still to please him. Maybe giving him a boob job? It was far from something that Victoria, outside the realm of his mind control, would ever have considered doing but the lustful slut Victoria only wanted to make her adult grandson happy in every last way that she possibly could.

Oh, how the tables had turned!

And he took advantage of her every which way, relishing in the sensation of her buttocks pressed up against him, the smooth curve of her back, even with the light wrinkles that were found there. She was beautiful in the body she had right then and there and there was nothing more than he would rather see than his grandmother on all fours under him, pussy squeezing tight around his cock as she completely and utterly lost control of herself. She could not restrain her moans and neither would he have ever commanded her to do so, desire rising more and more with every passing second as he hammered into her, treating her as nothing more than an object from which he could take his pleasure over and over again.

There would be so much more time to enjoy his harem and yet the pleasures of one night had to come to an end eventually. The need to ejaculate tightened in the pit of his belly and he huffed, struggling to draw in breath, chest tight and blood roaring in his ears. Exhaustion lined his body but he determined to plough on, Victoria contorting lightly and jerking beneath him as another orgasm rolled through her, her aged mind struck dumb with the raw power of each and every driving orgasm. And yet his had to come too sooner or later, whether he liked it or not.

Mark moaned out his pleasure, depositing his load into her almost as if, finally, it had become commonplace for his semen to find its home inside her. It was where his cock belonged, after all, in the cunny of one of his harem members. And yet the pussy belonged to him without a mark and Victoria would have to go out the very next day to get the matching tattoo to Sarah, only hers would read that she was the second in his harem and not the first, for that honour, however dubious it was one way or the other, would forever go to his mother.

His women were everything that he needed and more, although there would always be something or someone more that he could take for himself. Smirking, Mark settled down on top of her back, holding her close and squeezing her breasts, moaning and grunting softly into the back of her neck, the silver spill of hair over her trembling shoulders. She was gorgeous, truly, but it was her social contacts and the network of eloquent socialites that he now lusted over, imagining his mansion full of them – beautiful, sexy woman wherever he turned. Of course, he would bring in some younger ones, ones his age, but his mother would always be his first and his grandmother his second: nothing was going to change that.

Slipping down as she rolled onto her back, murmuring how wonderful he was, what a passionate, pleasing lover he was, so very kind, Mark smiled and kissed her throat, the spot where her heartbeat leapt and fluttered so frantically, heart still racing. And it was all him that had had that effect on her as he laid his head down on her breasts to sleep, lips tugging sweetly at a nipple as if to just remind her who they belonged to.

His cock nuzzled into her snatch, back where it belonged, and he stayed there, swaying between hard and half-hard as he slowly drifted off into sleep. King Mark most certainly could not have thought of a better end to the day than that as the soft warmth of her breasts against his face and her hands sweeping lightly, lovingly down his back. The soft touch was unlike anything he had ever had the bliss of receiving from her before and he slumbered deeply as the night wore on, spending himself inside her hot, wet cunny multiple times as her body coaxed him to sweet, sleeping orgasm over and over again.

*

The conditioning lifted, the trigger drawn back just a little to see how far she'd gone. But Victoria simply could not understand just why she was standing before a floor-length mirror in a room that most certainly was not her own. What had happened? She couldn't remember anything, nothing at all. She knew where she was but neither could she have honestly have said just why she was in her grandson's bedroom – and naked too! She gasped lightly as she stared wide-eyed at her own reflection, skin oiled and softened up, a smile pulling at her lips. Why... She must have had a divine spa treatment indeed to look so well!

“My stars!"

She should have been more perturbed about the toy pushed into her pussy, cunny clenching around the dildo slammed up deep, the head of it wedged up against her cervix. It was not meant to be comfortable but her body longed for it to stay there – even a bigger one would be better! It felt too good to remove even if she'd been entirely free to make her own decisions, her will that of her own alone, Victoria shaking her head over and over again as her fingers twitched, anxious for more. Without recalling what had happened left her with a sense of peace, happy in herself and the visit with her grandson. The butt plug too (that he had ordered her to wear) had found its home and sealed itself into her anal passage with a flared base to keep it put.

She donned her dress, her elegant figure adorned in swathes of silk, hiding her debauchery, replacing her jewellery, piece by piece, as her smile remained. Now the figure looked more like her, her aged and wizened face questing after times where her own mind may well have not been her enemy.

And then a figure appeared behind her in the mirror, a taller man that smiled with a powerful, controlling pull of his lips that would have looked out of place before. She went along with it though as her grandson kissed her cheek, putting an arm around her and drawing her in close – closer than normal and yet still respectfully so.

“Pacta Sevanda."

And then she was gone again, slipping down and relishing in herself, the strength and poise of her body, full of so much more vigour than it had boasted before. Victoria was stronger in herself than she'd ever been regardless of what she did or did not remember but the sensation of her nipples pressing out through her brassiere against the delectably fine fabric of her dress lent a little extra sensual sway to her hips as she left the mansion, confident in the knowledge that she would return.

After all, her king needed her and she would always, for the rest of her life, need him too. He would keep her safe against all and protect her, but she was a woman too who could please him. She could not tell quite who she longed for in her mind at that moment, pussy squeezing down on the dildo as if to drag it deeper inside her still, but she wanted something and, heaven forbid – she would have what she craved too.

Standing on the front step of the mansion, Victoria inhaled deeply, shifting her weight as the toys jostled and moved inside her. Maybe that should have reminded her that things were no longer quite as they seemed but the depth of his conditioning thrummed so very deeply through her soul that there was no way for her natural mind to know, to catch up with the change in reality and turn it from sordid fantasy.

With Mark watching her depart, none the wiser in herself as to what had happened, what he'd taken from her, Victoria made as imperious an exit as ever.

Victoria was a lucky woman indeed as one of his programmed harem slaves.

And it would be that way forevermore.