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Homecoming Hypnotism

Chapter Five

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Mark tossed and turned in sleep but his dream was not anything that would have woken anyone in the lack of glamour and sensuality of a nightmare. The sheets wrapped around his body as he turned and smiled, cheek pressed into the pillow (only the best fabric and goose-feather stuffing) for a little cool while the heat of his dreams ramped up and up.

In his dream world, he could love and have sex with anyone he wanted – even his mother and his very own grandmother. Of course, that was not the case in reality, even though he did just that with his family, them hypnotised and under his power and control. He waited in line at the bank with his family, smiling at how other people around him were down on the floor, fucking and enjoying themselves even while they waited.

As usual, he wore a large, oversized crown, golden with rare stones set into it, although he was a king of diamonds rather than anything so far less gaudy or simple. He was not a ruby or a sapphire and not even an emerald, after all, although he took all kinds of women into his lusty harem. No, he was a man in power and could take what he wanted over and over again, his slacks designed so that his cock hung out, hardening even there and then with such a lewd show going on around him.

Sarah and his grandmother stood on either side of him, slightly back, although that did make it difficult, slightly, for his hands to cup their backsides, feeling their firm arses and what their bodies had to offer him. His grandmother, Victoria, murmured slightly, eyes alight with her body on show, clothes cut away over her tits and arse. He wouldn't, after all, have wanted to hide those away when they were already so very lustful, her body offering so much to him. There was so much to Mark's Kingdom and he had to take it, slipping his fingers into his mother right then and there, lazily fingered her even as he enjoyed the wait. Just what else was he supposed to do?

“Next, please!"

“Oh, is that us?"

A mother-figure ahead of him adjusted her pearls while her adult son smirked and pounded her pussy, cock slamming into her over and over again in a lewd squelch and slap of mixed sexual juices. She bent over the counter at the bank and panted heavily as she managed to get out just how much money she wanted to withdraw but it was not as if her son was going withdraw as she went about her business. And that was just the way it was in dreamland: Mark's personal brand of dreamland.

It was not a dream, however, that he wanted to wake up from, adjusting his golden crown with his hard cock out and still ready for more. Yet there was a waking in his dream as he rolled over, his cock in Sarah's mouth, in his own bed all of a sudden, although all was so very different to how it had been before. His room was grander and more luxurious, a four-poster bed rising above him in a display of wealth that only he and those allowed into his boudoir to see. Sarah's lips closed again around the head of his cock and he grunted in the back of his throat, eyes rolling back under closed lids, breathing shortly and shallowly as he luxuriated in the sensation, lusting after every last drop of it that she dared and proffered to give him.

“My pet..."

His words slipped from his mouth as if he was releasing a kiss and his mother let out a moan, pushing into his hand as he tenderly tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. It felt right to leave his hand there, cradling her cheek, and she whimpered around the length of his fuck-meat, his best friend and partner in crime now more than his mother, although only time would tell just how their sweetening relationship would develop. Things, after all, were much better when Sarah was under his control.

She'd worn a dark red night-dress, clearly just for his pleasure, and neither of them paused or minded in the slightest as Helga came in to clean, singing a tune merrily under her breath as she too went about her work. Mark would have said too that she enjoyed the show, eyeing up him and the first in his harem. Sarah pushed her buttocks back and up sexily for the maid, showing off the bareness of her sex, folds swollen and heated for his attention, but it was still more important that she pleased her master, tending to his needs above and beyond all else that could have otherwise have come to light.

She sucked his cock deep into the back of his mouth as he groaned and thrust, almost to the edge of spilling his load already. But it was not something that he had to hold back from anymore, lusting after all around him, and she encouraged him on with delicious little moans and whimpers, the vibrations of which travelled into and down the length of his cock as he edged, patiently tipping over with the sweetest moan that had ever before passed the barrier of his lips. Yet there were no barriers to be had in Mark's Kingdom.

Sarah's breasts pushed heavily through the front of her night-dress as she took his load into his mouth, sucking it all down with such relish. It would have been impossible to think that she was not enjoying herself and yet he could not keep his eyes on her as he climaxed, hips jerking and cock grinding, pressing up into the back of her mouth. There was no gag reflex to worry about in his dream world and she gulped it all down sweetly, not even a single trickle of seed flowing from the corner of her lips as she swallowed and swallowed, his cum more virile thane ver.

Helga paused then to admire the scene, a feather duster in hand as she daintily took care of the top of the dressing table.

“Oooh, so nice!"

Yet she did not have to say much as Mark sat up, letting Sarah gulp down every last drop and ensure her mouth was clean of his cum, although the lingering muskiness did not stop him from kissing her deeply and passionately, parting her lips with his as he explored her body, slipping the night-dress from her to grope and squeeze her breasts. It was not right to have those covered up for too long and he lusted after what she had on offer for him, pinching her nipples solely to coax an excited murmur from him, putting on a show for the kinky maid who liked to look as much as she too liked the little power that had been handed over to her too.

“Good morning."

“Good morning, master."

Obedience may have shone in her eyes but there was something different between them as they dressed, Mark donning similar clothes to what he would have longed to wear out and about in the waking world, slacks with a modification so that his penis could always be out and on display. Sarah reverently cleaned him off with her tongue as she waited on being ordered to dress herself and the ensemble that he picked out for her, sifting through the walk-in closet, was beautiful in its seductive simplicity. It was a beige dress with black slices highlighting the curve of her waist and large hips but the buttons over her tits and pussy allowed for easy access too even if he did not wish, at any time, to hike the dress up over her hips to get into her divine cunt.

Taking Sarah's hand, he smiled and brought it to his lips.

“Are you ready?"

Of course, she would be either way, but the light he awoke in her eyes blossomed into warmth, softening heat creeping through her cheeks and down her neck.

“Yes, master, I've been looking forward to this. You are too kind to me, truly."

More lovers than players with a power disparity between them, they walked hand in hand to the front steps of the mansion where his special coach was waiting, although it was not one that was to be drawn by horses. Oh no, it was something much better than that, a luxurious, stately black coach drawn by six women in black leather panties with two big, thick dildos tucked away on the inside, deep inside the women who were strapped into the tracing. Agatha, of course, was up front, eyes focused proudly straight ahead as if she could not have been more pleased to be in the very position she was, clenching around the kinky toys locked into her.

Draped in expensive jewellery, including diamonds, their nipple clamps too jingled with jewels and bells, music rising softly from every little shift of weight in their bodies. They were objects of desire, well and truly, and they knew it too, all women from high society, matching nicely up to Agatha, his grandmother, in both age and appearance. They may have had grey hair but their sex appeal had not lessened in the slightest as they posed for him, their G-cup breasts (yes, he knew that even in the span and scope of his dream) hanging heavily, not supported in the slightest by the sexy harnessing of polished, black leather that crisscrossed their bodies. Everything was on show just as it was supposed to be and some of the women at the back shifted their weight, groaning lightly as the toys moved inside them, stretched and spread open just as they were supposed to be, all for him.

He groped each and every one of them in turn, squeezing breasts and, so very lightly, tugging out their nipples just to hear them moan for him. Truly, he could not have honestly have said that there was anything at all in the world more beautiful than that sound, their lips parting as he toyed with them. The bells jingled and he allowed his mother the same attention too as he ascended into the covered carriage with her, the large wheels bidding them to step up and into the carriage as if ascending like royalty.

But that's just what he was, was it not? With his golden crown and things of wealth layered around him, building up all that he had to deliver?

In the coach resided Victoria already, wearing a black latex dominatrix costume, which contrasted nicely with the women that he had chosen to pull his carriage. They would all be needed, of course, to draw the weight of such a vessel, even on wheels, between them and it was no easy feat for them, even infused with his hypnotic power.

“Pacta Sevanda," he breathed, stimulating his carriage and charges to fresh life. “Move on and out!"

Like a king of olden times, he sat back and enjoyed the show as Sarah donned a strap-on harness for him, seating it carefully around her hips and thighs, the faux-cock jutting out from her as unnaturally as ever. The backsides of those pulling his carriage bounced and jiggled in front of them and they all seemed to know exactly where they were going without a coachman to direct them, although Mark had access to the driver's seat and a carriage whip with a long tail too if he needed to deal out any measure of seductive correction during the course of his journey.

Of course, that was going to be difficult to focus on as Sarah moaned and groped and squeezed the cock at her crotch as if it really was her own, lips parted as she put on a show for him. She rocked and gyrated up against her mother as Victoria took it all obligingly, sharing a cheeky wink with Mark as if they were both in on some big secret held just between the two of them. But there was little that she could do to influence proceedings even in her saucy get-up as Mark bent Sarah over at the waist, spreading his feet to keep their balance in the rocking, jolting carriage even as he slid his hard cock deep into her cunt.

Sarah's moan should have drawn attention to what was going on between them but there was no one there that was not going to enjoy hearing the sound of her sexual pleasure. No, everything that came from her painted lips was music to his ears as she took him deep, the hilt of his shaft disappearing as she lusted after him, craving more. Her heart beat quicker and quicker and she arched back for him, her dress perfectly highlighting her curves, although it was the frame of her arse, the buttons undone to expose the line and curves, that was the main event to Mark in that moment.

And he was going to more than make good use of it, grunting and heaving as he slammed in over and over again. He had his mother right where he wanted her and he used the constant shift and motion of the carriage to help him in his thrusts, his pounding taking on an erratic quality that had him slamming and humping like a younger man again, although he had experience in his hand and court well and truly after spending so long fucking his mother and grandmother over and over since their hypnosis.

Sarah whimpered for him, panting so sweetly, eyes open as she took her mother's hands in hers, clasping the wizened, gnarled fingers in her own with a low, soft moan. Mark shuddered, eyes locked on Victoria, although he no longer needed to influence or exert anywhere near as much of his will over her as he had in the past. And that was not simply because he was in a dream.

No. It was because his reality too was far better than a dream ever could have been.

“Bend..." He panted heavily, chancing a smirk and a flash of a smile for kinky dominatrix Victoria. “Bend...over."

As if she was going to say no to something like that! How kinky! Instead of taking a top role, she pushed her arse back like a slut who just needed a cock in her, even though it was not the cock that she really wanted – Mark's dick. But Sarah's strap-on was a close second as her daughter fucked her, pushing the toy cock in to the hilt. She didn't need lubrication to shove into her mother, trusting her mother's pussy to soften and yield, and Victoria did it beautifully even as the carriage rattled along its way.

“Oh... Oh, yes!"

She cried out for Mark as that dick powered its way into her, crammed up against her cervix and yet Sarah kept right on thrusting and pushing. The inner barrier would not give way and they both knew that but the slightly uncomfortable sensation of something being 'pushed' up inside her let her know she was right where she was supposed to be. And that place satisfied her, moaning and crying out her lust as she arched back, her aged body standing up to the lustful abuse, wanting more. Always more...

There never would be enough to satisfy Victoria, her breasts on show with a cross laid over the nipples, holding to her skin seemingly without any outside stimulus. Mark's eyes hungered for her as she lavished there, clinging to the door of the carriage on the opposite side, the interior plush crimson, shimmering in luxurious satin. Victoria could not have been more stunning in that moment than she already was, moaning and throwing her head back, every inch of her resonating with a sense of vibrancy that simply could not be denied. Her breasts swung and her dominatrix get-up showed off the lines of her hips, studded in silver and teasing down the lines of her body as if she was, in fact, a much younger woman.

And that was just what she envisioned herself to be in the moment, a sexual vision of beauty incarnate, grinding and humping back onto that faux-cock as if she couldn't get enough of it. It needed to be inside her, especially as she didn't have anything in her arse at the same time, and she heaved out a moan, stretched out between Sarah and the door like a piece of furniture – a very active, sexual piece of furniture! But she was just where Mark wanted her to be as he growled and hammered into Sarah, passionately slamming in until orgasm once again rose in him, moaning out his lust and pleasure, ecstasy fluttering up in a spurt of cum.

Sarah gasped as he filled her, caught between the two of them, Mark dictating her thrusts at the height of the moment. Cum spilt viscously out of her, a thick deluge, and she tried to moan with no sound coming out. Orgasm was not to be hers quite in that little interlude but she was simply happy to have the gift of her master's cum all over again, buttocks working to tease out every last drop of seed from him as Victoria panted for breath before the two of them, lips parted in a half-smile of desire. Soon too, she would have her fill.

The object of their visit was a small bakery in the centre of town, marked with a sign outside that blew back and forth gently in a breeze that tickled their skin. Victoria's breasts and pussy were covered again for going outside, simply because Mark liked the look of her like that, knowing that he could rip her attire open at any given moment and fuck her again, take her out in public – that was part of the fun of being the king!

“Ah, King Mark! I thought you would never arrive!"

The baker's mother greeted them warmly, her hands white with flour, although she was quick to usher them inside, a shorter woman who was wonderfully curvaceous, no doubt from consuming so very many of the delicious pastries that their bakery was known for. However, Mark was there for something entirely different that day and not just the sweet fare as he had more than enough of that manner of sweetness at home. No, this particular little bakery was known for its bread and he had heard that they had a very delectable way of making it that he surely had to get in on.

“Come now, ladies."

He gallantly offered an arm to both Victoria and Sarah and they took it giggling, Sarah pressing in closer while Victoria clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and joshed him lightly in the side with her elbow.

“King Mark! Now, what are you like?"

He smiled and adjusted his crown, although there was no time to find a comeback to that; he'd just have to pay her back in bed later that night. Harold awaited them within, a man with rosy cheeks and a smile that stretched from ear to ear, with his son, Greg, who was the spit of him, a young man also in his prime that may have otherwise given Mark a run for his money with his burly arms, muscled and ripped from kneading dough and all the work he was put to around the bakery, being the strongest and youngest of the family.

“I would like your special bread, please," Mark announced as Victoria tittered, clearly in on the joke, the joke that her 'best friend' had at play. “And a dozen loaves too!"

Sarah blinked, not knowing what was going on but that did not matter as Harold led them into the back room with the oven, heated by a fire, as was traditional for their special goods, and a large, long, wooden table. Mark trailed his fingers over the knots in the wood, polished smooth from the work of so many hands, the air scented sweetly of dough and cinnamon.

“The bread!"

Harold stood tall, clapping his hands together in a soft spray of flour, although his smile never once faltered or shifted from his face.

“Well, this is a very special bread, you see, King Mark, and I will need Stella and good George here to help me make it. Stella, if you would, please."

And, just like that, Stella stripped down, removing one article of clothing after another, starting with her apron and her cardigan, although even that had cut-outs over her breasts that could be unbuttoned at any time. The whole world was in on Mark's kingdom! And Mark was simply left to lean back on his heels and enjoy the show, the baking process set to continue in the lustiest of fashions.

“Ooh, got to wriggle my way out of this one, won't be a moment, dear!"

She was putting on a show for them, of course, and Mark appreciated it as he admired her thick thighs and big backside, how her body moved as if to a beat that he could not hear. The pulsing grind of her hips made him want to dance with her too, to fuck her, but he already had his there to enjoy, Sarah moaning as she pressed up against him with wide, staring eyes.

“Oh, Mark..."

Stella revealed her massive breasts as she poised there for only a moment before laying back on the table, her legs hanging over the edge. Her backside pressed flat to it and she giggled, swinging her arms up and over her head as if even she needed to grab the far end for some sense of stability. The table itself, however, was so large that she couldn't reach it and merely stretched herself out luxuriously there, the residue of flour and yeast clinging sensually, softly, to her skin.

“For this special bread, my lovely wife Stella here must be naked, so that Greg now can loosen the baking pan."

“Oh!" Sarah giggled. “But there's no pan! Where is the pan, Harold?"

Yet that was one question that he too had anticipated and the man smirked, tapping the side of his nose as if he too held a great secret in check.

“My son will demonstrate, if you please..."

And Greg seemed only too pleased to do so as he removed his clothes too, although that part of the scene seemed to blur out, providing ample entertainment for the women. Mark only smiled. He knew he'd be the one, either way, to see to their needs later, reminding them of whose kingdom they resided in at the end of the day or night, regardless of anything else. Greg grinned handsomely and slipped up onto the table between his mother's legs, showing them all just what he had to do in order to loosen a very particular kind of baking pan.

For that baking pan, indeed, was Stella's pussy and he pushed in as his mother moaned, wrapping her arms around him as he covered her with his masculine, muscled body.

“Ohhh, my son!"

Everything about them was a display and Mark loved it, relishing in just how his kingdom had flourished, all under his rule and command. Greg grunted, sweat beading on his brow too quickly as he fucked her, keeping a slow, steady pace that filled her with each and every stroke. His cock clearly stretched her out with each and every thrust but Stella didn't seem to mind in the slightest as she moaned and lifted her legs up and around his waist, all to give them a better performance of the act of bread making, the special recipe that had been in their kinky family for generation upon generation.

“This is the part where Greg here," Harold explained, “must push the 'pounder' in...and out. And repeat!"

Even Victoria was enraptured, eyes fixated on the luridly lewd scene playing out before them, Mark's hand on her buttocks. With a little wriggle of her hips, she slipped back into the persona of the woman she had been so many years back and ground into his hand as if she wanted him too to fuck her right then and there, the arch in her back showing off her body to its best extent. But Mark was too focused on the show to pay too much attention to even his lustful grandmother as she pressed into his hand, Greg picking up the pace with his mother.

“Unnff..."

It was as roughly a masculine sound as anyone could have ever have been able to force out but that wasn't going to stop Stella from moaning out and enjoying his lust. He fucked her harder and faster, hips working furiously, until she clung to him and screamed out her passion, breasts pressed up to his chest as if she couldn't get him close enough to her. He didn't stop fucking her but kept right on going, huffing and grunting as he pounded her near violently, his thickly muscled thighs rocking even the heavy table as he covered her.

There seemed to be no end to their lust as he made her climax again in short order, the woman's rosy cheeks turning to the side facing them, lips parted in the exultation of a climax that she would not have wanted to hold back. No, she was far too much woman for that even though Greg had to hold back only enough so that he would not orgasm too quickly, the need to climax clawing and writhing desperately in the back of his mind like pests that they had to work at keeping out of the bakery.

One more... Just one more. He snarled and grunted as the show went on, her legs tight around his waist, thick thighs holding him there. Where he was muscle, she was soft, fat moulding in all the right spots, shaping her body into the voluptuous vixen Stella truly was. Her lips parted, gasping for life-giving breath, and she arched up against him as if drawn there by an invisible string, as passionate about the process of baking and lovingly forming their bread as anyone could have possibly have liked the family to be.

Harold watched reverently, his hard cock out and on show, although his aching fingers did not twitch to it, despite the raging need in him. This was for the baking and not for him and, thus, he had to hold back, at least a little. It would all be worth it for the bread they would produce, the glory that was his bakery in Mark's Kingdom.

Stella heralded her third and final climax of that moment with a long, low, drawn-out moan that seemed to have no end. Greg heaved a sigh that contained every last scrap and drop of withheld orgasm and she groaned beneath him, luxuriating in every orgasm that was her own to claim, lust as high as it had ever been as her juices soaked his dick, staining the table beneath them.

However, the dough had to be inserted and Greg removed his cock from her with some measure of difficulty, part of him clearly wanting more, wanting to fuck her harder, to reach his peak too. That, of course, would come to him in time but he had to focus on the loving process of bread-making, taking the lump of rested dough that his father handed him. It was so large that he had to hold the slightly yellow lump between two hands, although it did not appear to be anything sexual before it was shaped.

“Where's that going?"

Mark could not have said which of his women said that as he watched, enraptured, as Greg revealed the trick to the special bread and slowly but surely inserted the dough into his mother's pussy. The bread pan! He shook his head reverently. What a trick, indeed!

“Ohhh!"

Stella moaned and pressed her feet flat to the table, lifting her hips so that it would be easier for him, fingers working and pulling her folds out and to the side just so that it could slip into her easier. Her natural lubrication helped slip it into her pussy but – oh! It was too messy and Greg's fingers slipped and slid, pressing into the dough and pulling off torn chunks, until he stepped up into the next part of filling the bread pan.

His cock was a better tool, of course, than his fingers and he shared a sweet kiss with his mother as he used his still-hard dick to work her full of the dough, the savoury dough taking on a sweet note with the cream of her juices. Deeper still, it had to go, and he was just the man to perform the task, thrusting and grinding, using his dick to sink it in deeper and deeper, as deep as, truly, it could possibly go.

Eventually, however, he had all of the dough inside her and stepped back and away with a hard cock drooling with pre-cum to allow them to praise him for his work, a lightly sweeping bow denoting grace to praise. It was all in the course of his work, of course, but there were still good times ahead to be had for him, his shaft pulsating with desire, needs yet unsatisfied to completion in that regard. But his cream, of course, could be used in other parts of the baking process, aphrodisiacs for women to make them more appealing all over again for their husbands, sexual goddesses that could not help but drag their men to bed by their ties and collars.

Harold cleared his throat, one hand, finally, lazily drifting to his cock as if he had forgotten about it in lieu of watching the process of lusty bread-making.

“This is the beginning of the process... I hope you have enjoyed it! For the special taste of this bread, however," he went on to explain, near enough rubbing his hands together in glee for what he was about to divulge. “This bread... Stella must have an orgasm every two hours for it to acquire that, ah, special taste. It is unique and no one does it as well as us!"

After tasting the bread before, Mark could only agree and even Sarah gave a small murmur of appreciation, her mouth watering in anticipation of that oddly creamy sweetness of the bread that was soon to become theirs.

“It will take one day to be complete and go through the baking process too," he let them know with a smile. “Please, you may pay when it's ready and we shall ensure that it's the best batch yet!"

There was no further reason for them to stay after that and Mark shook Harold's hand on his departure, assuring him that they would all be duly satisfied by the produce he had to offer them. Why would he not be when it was all, well and truly, the best of the best? Of course, Stella was left there behind them with Greg ensuring that she was well pounded and the dough firmly shoved up inside her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with his cock, mouth and fingers. Nothing, of course, was too good for his mother and they kissed passionately as she lay back, settling into staying on the table for hours on hers, all for the passion the family held for bread-making alongside so many other pastries. And who only knew what went into the making of those...

They walked down the street hand in hand, enjoying the day as they mused between stalls, all offering different delicious foods or, in many cases, sexual wares. It was there that Mark found stalls of sexy harness that he could dress up the 'ponies' that he had pulling his carriage and he had Victoria pay with money she'd pushed up into her pussy, the vendor accepting the soaked bills and coins as if they were a treat to be had indeed. There was no distaste to be had for the sensuality of bodily fluids in his kingdom and everyone knew that even as he selected sex toys for them to try out.

Mark, of course, didn't need toys to be used on him. He already had a whole harem and more again still to make use of.

“Special creamy milkshake... Mark, how about this one?"

Sarah smiled and brushed his sleeve with her fingers, hand trailing down and down as if it was destined to accidentally land on his cock. Of course, that act was nothing but deliberate and Mark shuddered into her touch as he could not help but rock forward, thrusting as if craving more intimate pleasure there out in the street. He could do that if he wanted to but the advertisement of a milkshake with a cherry on top had him salivating and, so, he led the way with his hard dick, leading them into the shop at the head of the family, as had always been the place that he'd been meant to take.

Set up like a diner combined with a milkshake bar or parlour, two large women with huge breasts – bigger even than Stella's – giggled behind the counter. But they could not move from just where they sat with their boobs hanging out, shaking what they saw as their best assets, forced to merely wiggle in place as they were connected to the main milkshake machine itself.

Mark murmured his soft appreciation as the cups around their breasts, clear so that they would not hide their chests from show, pulsed and drew streams of creamy, light-coloured milk. They were nothing more than cows in such a situation but they certainly seemed to be happy about their cheeky sort of predicament as they sat there, buck naked, and laughed to one another about how ticklish the pumps were, tubes connecting those cups to the machine itself.

“They're impressive, aren't they?"

A man with an easy smile and an apron on (nothing else though) waved them up to the counter for a better look, Sarah only holding back a little. She was still the shyer of the two favourites in his harem, Victoria steamrolling ahead so that she could lean right over the counter for a look. Her eagerness was something that Mark had only seen in her in a non-sexual way many, many years ago when she'd gotten excited about something and thought he was not looking. It was a part of her personality that she had sought to hide away for her whole life but he could at least be glad that, under the hypnosis of his kingdom, he had been able to unlock that in her. Still, he did not need to exert his control over her too very much anymore, which was a pleasure to see her obeying and loving him with more and more of her will and yearning.

Not all had to be forced. Other things could be influenced. And some things too let to be.

So, Victoria laughed and pointed out the women, clapping her hands together with nearly girlish delight. Gone was the prim and proper woman who remembered her younger days fondly and yet loomed in arrogant high society in her present ones. In his kingdom, she could be anyone and do anything – as long as it aligned with what Mark too wanted her to do, that was.

“Would you like some milkshakes? We have lots of flavours today!"

The salesman behind the counter, of course, had to make his sales and pushed for it as the milky maidens moaned and squeezed their boobs together, even scooting closer to one another, the curves of their waists drawing the eye along them sensually, one pair of breasts teasing up against the other. Of course, the cups and pumps got in the way but that didn't bother either of them as they groped and massaged all they had to offer, seeming to delight too in showing them off. And yet the man behind the counter with his little hat and apron was still waiting on an answer, his smile gloriously white and fixed, providing the best service possible for all customers at his trademark milkshake parlour.

“What flavours do you have? My harem only has the best."

Sarah moaned and leaned against his shoulder, shivering lightly. Whether that was due to the kinky scene or something he'd said, however, treating her as his, only she would know and seal it away for tantalising later perusal. It would all be worth it, however, once she got some of that creamy goodness in her mouth, suckling it all nice and deep, straight down her throat...

“They're all up on the board," he said, gesturing to the menu above them, “but we do also have strawberries and cream, chocolate cookie, frosty berry and, of course, true milk divine! That one's our biggest seller when we can get the ladies in to produce the best milk, hey, girls?"

They nodded their approval, happy to be on show and demonstrating, once again, just how the machine worked, their heavy tits sucked into the cups as an ever-increasing stream of milk flowed into it, filling up the machine that dominated the room. It was a good thing that it was on the quieter side, to be fair, otherwise one may have expected not to even have been able to talk what with the colossal size of it.

“Do the shakes taste different if it comes from different tits?" Mark asked, an eyebrow raised as Sarah 'ooohed' – she hadn't thought of asking that for herself. “They look...delightful."

And no one could argue with that as the man serving up the milkshakes grinned and dropped a wink that said far more than his words.

“Why don't you try both to tell for yourself?"

Like everything else in Mark's Kingdom, that sounded like an absolutely fantastic idea and the ladies laughed to see him sitting down with two milkshakes – but not before he got to witness the pumps going into overdrive on the big-titted beauties sitting behind the bar. They stood and moaned, rocking and jiggling as they showed off their boobs for him, not strapped into anything bar what was needed for their breasts as it was hardly as if they were going to go anywhere when they were already having such a good time.

“Of course! What flavours?"

Four flavours came out of it: cookies and cream, frothy banana, vanilla bean and, of course, true milk divine. Who, after all, could pass up the opportunity to try that one? While the man in charge made up the shakes, drawing lusciously thick cream from a spout on the side of the machine itself before adding syrup, Mark shook his head, merely marvelling at the fact that there was so much milk that could come out, frothed and whipped up into a thick shake already, although it still needed the flavour of syrup. Of course, there was a special one for the true milk divine made, as the server explained, with double thick cream from the ladies who were so very kind as to produce it for them and that came from a special container, thus labelled and carefully rationed as a special item.

“Mmm!"

Victoria smacked her lips as if she was about to dig into a true feast indeed, an extravagant spread laid out just for her. But there were more than enough milkshakes to go around and they could have as many as they liked as there was no limit to be had in the milkshake parlour. That was just one of the many perks to be had in Mark's Kingdom where the milkshakes flowed freely and there was always enough delicacies for everyone, most of all him and his special harem.

As they were milked, fresh cream pouring directly into the 'milker', the women moaned and leaned in against one another as if for some sense of solidarity at a time where they needed it the most. It must have been hard for them to be so on show day in and day out but they were breathlessly poised and ready to perform, eyes shining in simple, wholesome adoration for the work that they were so tasked to perform. And, sometimes, that was all that they had to take from life, one sexy milkshake at a time.

“Order up!"

Shake after shake slid down the bar to them, complete with little plates and sauce. Topped with a generous helping of whipped cream too and a cherry on each one, there could be no doubt as to just who had produced that special cream too, although the soft, milky shades flowing through True Milk Divine were what caught the eye the most, tempting in their subtlety.

Closing his lips around the straw, Mark took a sip while Sarah and Victoria giggled and played with the cream, free to act out and play with it under his hypnosis. Maybe it was not something that they would have otherwise have done if he had not enlightened them to liberation but there was something freeing too to being able to take a cherry between one's lips at their age, toying and twisting the stem free and into a sexy little knot, if only to demonstrate their prowess in the art of...well... That much was obvious!

And the milkshake was, by far, the most delicious that he'd ever had. True Milk Divine flowed into his mouth like the elixir of the gods, flowing over his tongue and sweetening up into the back of his mouth. He was almost (but not quite) loathe to swallow it but he knew that there was more of that tantalising milk to come, the milky flow sweet and thick, a treat that could not be forgotten in a hurry. Sarah slurped accidentally at her strawberry shake and giggled, covering her lips demurely with her fingertips, although Mark would not allow her to be so shy for even a moment. With a grin, he reached over and unbuttoned the panels covering her breasts, letting them spill out as he fondled them. She moaned, milkshake temporarily forgotten, and he played with her nipples, rolling them lightly between his fingers, the smooth skin of her areolas rising against the tips of his fingers as if they were actively trying to draw attention to themselves.

Or maybe that was just the lure and wiles of her nipples, just how her breasts claimed his attention, his drive and his desire. Truly, it was no wonder just why he had chosen his mother to be first in his harem, bringing her hand absently to his mouth to kiss the back of his hand. And yet he still imagined, even then, just how her hands would wrap around his cock again very shortly, pumping and massaging and drawing out the orgasm from him that, again, was sorely needed.

Victoria drained her shake and slid it to the side, breathing slightly heavily, a froth of cream on her lip.

“Mmm... Now, that is most certainly one of the finest I've ever had."

Mark couldn't agree more. In her dominatrix get-up, he didn't have to remove anything to reveal her breasts, although her pussy was, woefully, hidden by how she sat on the bar stool, perched with her legs together. It was how she would naturally sit and, well, he would not have usually have taken that from her but he saw no better way to enjoy his shake, drawing more and more of that feminine, milky goodness into his mouth, than fingering his sexy grandmother.

“Let me see more."

There was no push of his will upon her that time and Victoria laughed lightly, spreading her legs instantly for him. His kinky best friend and grandmother alike, she patted her hair into place at the same time as spreading her legs for him, allowing him to see her honey pot, the light fuzz of hair there not enough to cover up the tattoo on her crotch that branded her also as his. And there was nowhere else that Victoria would have rather have been, moaning as his fingers pushed into her, easily disappearing into her hot, wet snatch, always ready for action.

The milkshake slid a little closer to her, her king directing her duly.

“Drink."

And she suckled and sipped, closing her lips around that straw as if it was his cock and treating it as such. Her tongue pressed up to the underside of the straw and she toyed with it back and forth, eyes half-lidded as if she was really suckling on his shaft, feeling that fat, meaty length pushing up and over her tongue. The straw did not tease into the back of his throat like his cock was apt to do but she could still swirl her tongue around the stem of the straw, tickling it and grinding onto his hand, hips at such an angle that she was in strict danger of slipping off the stool in a less than elegant fashion.

Their show went without overdue attention but that was all allowed in Mark's Kingdom and not untoward in the slightest. Sarah's breasts hung out wantonly as she tipped forward over the counter, angling her torso enough so that her tits grazed the cool of the countertop, a little spilt shake gleaming on them. Mark grinned and did not deny her attention too, taking one breast in each hand and squeezing them together to show off her cleavage, although even her breasts could not match up to those of the milky beauties before them.

“I hope you're enjoying those!"

Drawing them from their sexily lustful reverie, the server winked, his smile dazzling. And yet Mark had questions of his own lingering on his lips, just daring to be spoken, unleashed into the air between them.

“How do they produce so much milk?" Mark asked, although he already knew the answer in the back of his kinky mind. “You must receive a grand amount of custom here with such fine beverages and ladies on offer."

The man smiled, a secret glinting in his eyes. Almost too casually, he stroked and massaged the breasts of the woman nearest him, brushing her overly long, voluminous blonde hair out of the way so that nothing at all obscured her tits from view. She was something to be viewed and enjoyed, put on display, a luscious delight, and nothing at all should block that. It distracted Mark from his question, those dancing fingers hypnotic in their lust and passion for the work he did, reminiscent of the baker who had pounded Stella, his mother, so for the sole act of baking the bread they loved.

It seemed that the milkshake-maker had the same desire in him and the milkmaid leaned lustfully into him, shaking her tits and squeezing them together all for his pleasure. It was a wonder, truly, that she could have such an hourglass figure still with breasts like hers but she was still, very much, top-heavy with her breasts being the main feature, of course, that the eye was drawn to. They wanted it that way, of course, and the cups and pumps only served to further highlight that, milk continuously flowing as they were treated as the luscious producers of such delicious cream that they truly were. And just who was going to complain about that?

“Ah, well, you see..." He smirked. “I must fill them up with my cum multiple times a day to produce so much. It's the only thing that keeps them going."

“Wow!" Sarah's eyes rounded out like the pretty little saucers the glass towers of their milkshakes were placed daintily upon. “You do all that while serving?"

“Yes!" He grinned, pleased with the attention. “I can give you a little demonstration right now, if you like..."

It didn't seem like that particular nuance, however, was up for debate as he untied his apron and revealed the hard shaft of his cock, already pulsating for them. Pre-cum glistened ever so faintly at the tip but that was by no means any indication as to his arousal: he was a professional at what he did, by all means. Easing behind the woman closest to the machine with a head full of dyed crimson hair, daringly beautiful, she parted her legs for him as she stood, the folds of her sex clearly flushed and full, heated from the act that she performed day in and day out.

And they all watched spellbound, kinky voyeurs, as the red-head was bred, her pussy plunged full of rampant dick, all of them aching to have a part in the play too. But they would have to merely watch that one and satisfy their passion with one another later on, letting those working the service of the milkshake parlour go about their business. The red-head moaned and threw her head back onto his shoulder, her thick, curvy body desperate for attention, more and more milk flowing from her tits into the pumping cups as he filled her with his cock over again over again.

There seemed to be no end to his thrusting, driving in with professional intent, and yet he never once let his smile melt from his face, clearly a man who thoroughly enjoyed his work. The display, however, had to come to an end sooner rather than later, for he did indeed have a job to get back to. Hammering into her roughly, her breasts swaying and wobbling with each and every thrust, the server moaned and groaned in her ear, faces pressed closer together as two sexy bodies came together in carnal lust.

As orgasm hit her, the flow of milk in the tubes ramped up into overdrive, splashing and almost seeming to both froth and foam, but the milk maiden did not pause in climax, letting it pulse through her, rocking her body as he too reached climax. All knew just when rope after rope of a different sort of cream flowed into her as her eyes closed, lips parted in bliss, cum drooling and frothing out from her tight pussy, the kinky breeding passage that made her so good at her job.

Alas, they had finished their first round of milkshakes and hankered for more, ordering sandwiches to eat (gourmet, of course) and milkshakes that may better fit their meals than those for an overly sweet tooth. The server pulled out of the second milk producer as she seated herself back in a pool of cum, their meals prepared with no small measure of skill in the meantime and ready to eat.

“Thanks for your custom! Please let me know if there's anything else I may do to make your stay here all the more pleasurable!

And that was something that Mark may very well have taken him up on in times to come, returning to the kinky divinity of Mark's Kingdom over and over again. Sitting in a booth, he relaxed back to eat his food and drink his 'dinner' milkshake, his cock still hard and due some attention. His harem ladies could satisfy their taste buds later for food while they lavished attention on him in the meantime, giving him a double blowjob with their lips luxuriously pressed up to either side of his cock.

“Mmm..."

He could not resist a little moan of delight as Sarah took just the head of his cock between her lips, suckling and pressing her tongue delicately, tenderly, into the slit at the tip. Smooth, slick skin teased over her tongue and she moaned around him, her mother's cheek pressed up to hers as she worked her way down, rolling and massaging Mark's balls in her hands. They deserved due attention too, of course, even if it was more adoration and reverence than anything else. It was not something that he enjoyed for the sake of sexual pleasure but to take delight in the power of his position. After all, he had to remember that it was good to be the king.

Victoria eagerly licked up the length of his cock, trying to push her own daughter aside, although it was all in the fun and good spirit of friendly competition. They just needed to have the time with him, never sleeping, never eating, living in a world of sexual lust that went on and on. In the dreamland of Mark's Kingdom too, that could be so, the two of them sharing his cock even as he climaxed into his mother's mouth, spilling his load as she gulped it all down eagerly.

The moans of the milk maidens filled the parlour even as Mark grunted and filled his mother's mouth, hips pinned in place as he simply enjoyed the pleasure of his orgasm. There would be plenty more where that came from and Sarah moaned around his cock even as she was pulled back gently, Victoria taking her place as Mark spent the last drops of his seed on her face, the older woman murmuring her appreciation of his gift as creamy drops of cum trailed over her lips and down her chin, a smile on those painted, daring lips.

“I think you have something more for me, King Mark..."

That was just a hint of the dominatrix that he had imbued her with shining through, although Mark suspected too that that part of her had always been there, just waiting to show itself. He could see Victoria cracking a whip, even though she would never crack it on him, the second in his harem and one he would also especially adore. Their relationship was all the better for his mind control and he breathed Pacta Sevanda as he would a kiss, Victoria not allowed him any respite before taking his cock back into her mouth and sucking it deep.

Grumbling, Sarah was not to be left out either as Mark sipped away at his milkshake and enjoyed the sensation, her lips pushing at Victoria's in a lewd sort of kiss, each playfully battling for some air and sense of control. Things were split more than evenly between them, of course, and he admired them below him, the clear, glass table allowing him to enjoy the kinky show regardless of the fact that he was eating and drinking, savouring life in one of the very best ways possible.

Breaking from his cock, Victoria passionately kissed her daughter, the two of them losing themselves in carnal lust, knowing that they were on display and loving it too. Their king could watch them all that he liked and love them so, as long as they got to stay by his side. The server fucked the women behind the counter all the more vehemently as everything heated up all the more in the parlour, desire rising above all else, their passion for what their bodies could do coming up against no barrier at all.

For they could do as they willed and Sarah's tongue tickled up lightly against Victoria's, a kinky kiss as they suckled his length between them, Victoria taking the majority. Ah, they could share and they could play but they would still have their needs to be fulfilled too and it was only their king's cock that could do that for them. They'd whine and beg and plead for him so beautifully when he gave them what he wanted and the carriage ride back, for sure, was destined to be very interesting indeed.

Sighing pleasantly, Mark leaned back with his hands folded behind his head, hair brushing his palms. The light sensation reminded him of just where he was and tucked his legs in around the ladies that had come to submit to his life, learning and loving just what it meant to be obedient to him. In the heat of the moment, he locked eyes with the milkshake server too, poised behind the red-head so that her body was all on show, breasts jiggling and shaking as he groped them vehemently, as in love with the lifestyle that Mark's Kingdom had provided him with as all others in his world were.

Of course, he would have to keep fucking them over and over again, for there was no reason at all that business would not be good for one that had such a milky plan in place. And yet Mark was apt to enjoy the show still, smiling softly as he languished in just what it meant to be the king, the golden crown that would forever be his still jauntily placed atop his head, right where it belonged.

Another orgasm came and Victoria and Sarah gasped and fought gently to claim it, cum splattering across their faces and in particular their lips, creamy trails of thick semen staining them, marking them as his. He laughed lightly, head spinning in climax. As if he needed another mark on them so that everyone would know that they were his! He still relished, however, pouring his essence out onto them and the way that they shared his cock like an ice cream to be slurped up and enjoyed warmed his heart and stirred up his loins like nothing else ever had before.

_ _

However, the world outside his kingdom moved on without him and, even if reality was not all that different, dreams, in the end, had to come to a close.

*

Back at home in his bed, Mark awoke slowly to a shaft of sunlight falling across his bed, Sarah between his legs, completely naked, although, this time, there was no Helga cleaning the room. His mother nestled between his legs, breasts hanging down sweetly under their own weight, and he hissed through his teeth, only then realising just how close to the point of orgasm she had brought him without even waking him. Mark moaned. She was getting better and better every day...

Sarah, however, knew that she had a job to do first thing in the morning and it was one that she duly relished in the luxury that her life had become, letting the trembling vibrations of her moans rise through his cock as she bobbed her head back and forth. She knew what each and every little shift and pulse in his twitching cock meant and could keep him on the edge for hours, if she was ordered to, although that was not quite something that a harem member would ever be apt to do. Mark could cum over and over again, after all, and had no reason to edge if only for his own pleasure at the end of the day.

But he could have that sensation and pleasure too, if he wanted. Sarah wouldn't do it to him that day even as he ran his fingers through her hair, luxuriating in the thickness and curl of it, not yet styled in the morning. Maybe he'd have her pull it back to show off her sexy neck and collarbones, drawing the eye down and down to her tits. He'd like that. He'd like that very much.

And, as his semen filled her mouth, Mark held her head steady, planted his feet and thrust up into her mouth, sliding over her tongue as if his cock was meant to be there, pounding harder and faster than ever. It slammed in hard and deep, tickling the back of her throat, and she twitched, holding down her gag reflex with a lot more poise and finesse than she had in the early days of her hypnosis. But it was just as well for both her and Master Mark that those days were behind them, paving the way for better times to cum.

She lifted her head with a trickle of cum trailing from the corner of her lips as he smiled and took her head between his hands, looking at her down the length of his body, fit and primed for good things. Better things. All with his mother, his grandmothers and, of course, the rest of his harem.

“Good morning, master."

Mark grinned in a flash of white teeth, drawing her in close, her cheek pressed to his leg, held in her rightful and true place as he lazily lay back.

“Oh, it's going to be a good morning indeed!"

His loving harem would make sure of that.