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Homecoming Hypnotism

Chapter Three

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Maid's Revenge

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Pacta Sevanda."

Ah, it was all coming together so beautifully, so very beautifully. Mark smiled as he sat back in the chair that had belonged to his father, a glass of whisky in the correct glass clasped lightly in his hand. No longer did he feel the need to hold it so tightly that his fingers shook for fear of dropping it and angering his grandmother: those days were long gone. How strange that she had thought that she deserved anything of the right to control him even when he was of that age, the age when a man could take a glass of liquor at his leisure and no one else would have ever said anything at all to him. If he dropped it now, he knew and understood just who he would be instructing with no more than a casual flick of his fingers to clean up the resulting mess.

It was good to be the king.

Of course, Helga was unsure about that but her eyes glazed over as she slipped under his control too, the German maid with her head bowed, dress simple and not at all like the fetish kind that he imagined for the real maids of the household now. She would still care for what she did best – he didn't have any intention at all of doing her out of her job – but there were others now who could do more in her stead, allowing her to come back into herself just a little. And he only needed her on his side, her lips sealed against what she saw happening in the household, regardless of what she thought of it.

“Do not speak of anything you see here," he said quietly, eyes boring into her blue ones, blonde hair neatly and smartly tucked back in a prim bun. “No underwear. And that dress… See to it that something more fitting is donned. A French maid's costume of the appropriate style and fabric for durability too should be easy enough to procure."

He planted the image of the dress in her head easily: a skin-tight ensemble that was nothing like the cheeky, frilly outfits that may have otherwise have been worn to bounce and flirt through a job or even to tease a lover in the right circles. No, this one wouldn't cover the luxuriously short and soft curls adorning her crotch at all, leaving her bare for his attention and it would all very much be attention that she'd love too. Neither would her breasts be covered and even Helga, under his influence, rocked back onto her short, professional heels and giggled lightly at the image, eyes glittering and dancing with all the mischief to come.

Not everyone needed to be so serious all of the time, after all.

But Mark had somewhere to be and was already dressed for the occasion, leaving his study after finishing his fiery beverage to accompany his grandmother and mother to the opera. They looked as stunning as he hoped they would, Sarah in a floor-length red gown and his grandmother in a similarly elegant purple one that shimmered into swathes of silver, colours shifting in the fall of the fabric. Although he would have normally have ordered a chauffeur to drive them to such a grand event, he took the wheel himself gallantly for the ladies in his harem, the first of many, the opera awaiting them.

The opera hall was as splendid as he remembered it to be, heart pulling fondly for the memories held there, watching enraptured by the figures that danced and spoke from the stage, ballet and theatre coming together night after night. The opera singers, of course, were the ones that took centre stage at the end of the night, however, and he still remembered the thrum of their powerful, vibrant voices searing through him like a physical force, rendering him a mere spectator to something more.

But now he was the one in a position of such power too in a high-up private box surrounded with velvet curtains, thus positioned so that no one else could see into their private abode. The ladies had barely seated themselves when he turned to them with a smile on his lips, their mind control leaving them nothing more than attentive servants, sweetly so, before his might and power.

“Check your purses."

Mark smiled as they moved to obey instantly, not a single flicker of hesitation in their expressions. On the contrary, his mother looked eager as she dug into the purse she had brought along with her, a larger pouch than what she may have usually have carried merely for show. It was always the man, regardless of the event, that paid for events like the opera and she had no real reason of it as it did not carry any feminine products either for touching up one's make-up in the intermission either as she may have normally have thought to bring. No, little flaws and discrepancies like that in her appearance would only make everything all the more real and sweeter in their execution as she exhaled softly, lips parted, and withdrew a fat, pink dildo from her purse.

Victoria unearthed a similar one in a fleshy tone, veins depicted and standing out lightly from the smooth 'skin' of the faux phallus, balls bulging at the base for grip and, of course, to ensure that the toy did not disappear inside its intended playmate. It was rather too long for something like that to be a threat to a woman but there were always incidents with anal play to take note of and Mark had not gotten so far without knowing and understanding just a few of the things to avoid. His grandmother let out the tiniest, most exhilarating, little moan as she eyed it, lower jaw slack as if she simply could not believe what she was holding. And even Sarah could not contain herself as the heat of the moment intensified, notes from the opera powering through, closing in on them from all sides to herald their intoxicatingly erotic tryst.

His grandmother's long jewellery hung down over her collarbone, diamonds glittering in that alluring sparkle. And yet all Mark wanted to do was to curl his fingers around that expensive string, the chain of wealth, and expose her for what she was in tearing both that rope of rocks and her dress from her body, admiring the hot and heavy spill of her breasts as they were freed from undue bonds. Maybe she had never truly considered her sexuality before coming into his harem and kingdom but that was most certainly something that Mark and his mind control hypnosis was going to delve into more and more as time and the years went on. And they had plenty of time left together to enjoy that exploration too.

In fact, perhaps it was time to move on to the next stage…

“Release your breasts," he breathed, voice husky as his own arousal grew, swelling and thickening up obviously in his trousers. “I want to see them. Both of you."

No rush: never again would there be any rush. Anyone who opposed their fun, his kingdom, would be swept under his control too, perhaps made into another member of his harem or just a servant for his kingdom too. Already, he had Helga under his influence, although she was not, by far, the one that he wanted to focus the majority of his attention on, just a passing influence and a little piece on the side that could entertain and keep him from boredom from time to time. She would be interesting enough and she would keep his attention when it wavered and strayed from those that he had been thinking and fantasising about from the time of which he became of a mature age to do so.

They moved to obey, shoving their dresses down to allow their tits to come on display, heavy flesh yearning for his attention. He had chosen their dresses for them specifically so that they would have the stretch and flexibility to do this without being torn, of course, just so that there would be no untoward questions when leaving the opera house. That side of public exhibitionism was not within his realm of inclination, heart pounding and cock hardening even further as he groaned and opened and closed the fingers of one hand repetitively, the watching very nearly unbearable.

Yet not quite. He could hold back, lick his lips, and enjoy the sight of Sarah kneeling before him, dress folding beautifully, perfectly, under her knees and shins, breasts tipped with perfectly pink nipples that were already perking up in the relatively cool and comfortable air. Mark, however, was far from cool and comfortable as he nodded to the dildo that she, once again, picked up, anticipating his next command with her mind control languishing around her, removing the need to think from any kind of equation.

“Very good… Both of you: masturbate with the toys for me. As lewd as you think will please me."

Sitting back in his comfortable, plush chair with just the right amount of give and cushioning, he relaxed and settled in to enjoy the show. Fine beverages were provided for such valued customers of the opera but he had asked that no ushers disturb them; a request that, of course, would be respected. They wouldn't have wanted to spread bad feeling amongst those who gave them such valuable business over and over again, after all.

And just what better place could he be in to watch them moan and grind, uncaring of who could or would hear them, before him? Victoria sat back in her chair, legs spread and dress hitched up crudely around her hips to show off all that she had on offer, eyes sparkling in the darkness. In that moment alone, she could have been a much younger woman in another time or even another place, daring her lover to take her where watching eyes might land on them at a moment's notice. The diamonds glittered down her throat and chest, pointing towards her breasts, sagging lightly with age and beauty alike, drawing the eye to them as if Mark would have even have been able to ignore their sweet allure to begin with. Her nipples were darker than Sarah's and, perhaps striving, fighting, to imagine just what would rile him up the most, his grandmother groaning softly as she rubbed and teased her breasts, fingers lightly brushing her nipples to draw them into their little, light peaks of ardent desire once more.

With bated breath, he grunted thickly and watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as she took her breasts in both hands, rolling and massaging them as if she simply could not imagine anything at all more alluring than that sensation alone, head spinning and hips rising for the thrust of the man before her. At least, that's what her hypnotised mind imagined for her, playing out the scene as she lost herself down and down and down in the mind control, no escape to be had. He could not resist the temptation to lift it a little, however, allowing her mind to catch up with the very act she was performing, the lewd slut on display with her tits out in the opera house. How far, indeed, had she fallen?

“Ohhh…"

Horror and embarrassment flashed across her face as Victoria shuddered but she could not even quail, trapped under his influence as she was. Mark had her well and truly and she bit her lip hard, feeling far too empty without a dildo inside her, her anal passage sore and lightly stretched after being forced to wear the plug for so long. The mere fact that he had not ordered her to go out with it seated within her spoke volumes but her mind was not to think about that, spiralling into abject humiliation as she could not stop groping her own breasts, squeezing and manipulating them as if she was a young man faced with his very first pair, all for his attention and his alone.

No denial, no sense of stopping. She could only continue, wanting something inside her, the need growing and growing more and more with the course of every passing second, a heated fervour that she could not resist. She had to have it! Not Mark, that was, but her eyes landed on the dildo with rampant intent and she snatched it up desperately, the tip somehow finding its home between her lips and pushing in deep.

No… No, it was too much and yet the embarrassed heat that flooded her cheeks came with a delectable throb of desire, neck blotchy with humiliation – and yet the thought of stopping did not even cross her mind. Mark had her far too securely within his grasp for that and, of course, there was a show to be getting on with too.

Sarah was far from idle while Victoria toyed with herself for Mark's attention and approval, on all fours with her dress pulled up too, breasts heavily swinging beneath her as she moaned and instantly shoved the dildo deep up into her aching cunny. It was wrong to not have something in there, as wrong as it felt too to be doing such a thing out there in the open, the eyes of opera on her. He broke her mind down further still, making her feel as if she was right out there on the stage that they were well enough supposed to be looking at, performing for an audience that could see well and truly just how much of a wanton slut she was, obedient to her king.

His mother's moans grew breathy, one arm shaking with the strain of holding up her torso, the other snaked around behind her to control the grinding, thrusting dildo. She could not stop and neither would she have wanted to, shivering with the delicious sip of embarrassment of being so on show. How could something so wrong feel so right at the same time? And maybe that was just the trick, the thing that she'd needed for so many years, grinding her hips back onto the toy as it filled her so well, crammed all the way up to her cervix with each and every stroke. Even that was not deep enough for her and she whimpered before her king for more, breasts wobbling heavily as she rocked and humped, buttocks raised up for his attention.

Mine…

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Mark licked his lips and sat back, pulling out his aching shaft and clasping it in one hand for his pleasure. Orgasm leapt to the forefront of his mind but he patiently pushed it away: there would be time for that later and, well, he wouldn't have wanted to leave a mess on the opera house seating, would he? Better to spend his load into a tight, needy cunt or between a whore's lips and he had two of them both ready and whining and waiting for him right there before him.

“Harder."

Victoria was not quick enough to obey, just the tip of the toy teasing her pussy, and he locked the full force of his will on her as she shivered and melted before him, slumping back into the hair, one of her feet, clad in a heeled shoe, kicked up over the arm, twisting her body at an angle that had to have been uncomfortable. She wasn't thinking about that though as she sank the toy deep into her pussy, moaning long and loud and surely disturbing other patrons as the thrum of vocalisations mingled with her lust, the singer belting out the pitch of their song, paying tribute to all that was taking place. Of course, those who were performing could not have been aware that a very different kind of performance was going on at the same time and yet Mark was glad all the same for the atmosphere they provided.

Again and again, Victoria drove the dildo up into her sloppily wet, needy cunt, harder and faster as she fought to keep up with Sarah. The younger woman was more flexible and pushed her hips back to her master as if she was begging him to fuck her without words, need evident. Her cunny squelched lewdly each and every time it swallowed up the toy and even the insistent push of it against her innermost barrier was not enough to stop her, to make her go more gently and easily on herself.

After all, she had to please him. She had her king to please and he was always watching.

Crying out more and more loudly, Victoria managed to hump her hips up, turning her head sharply from one side to the other and back again, orgasm rising with the throbbing crescendo of the music. Her breasts ached for attention but she only had two pairs of hands and she moaned for more, slamming the toy in roughly and coarsely, desperate only for that ultimate release.

“And now…" But Mark was right there to interject as she got close to the edge, turning her gaze helplessly up to him as she slipped further into the realm of humiliation, debauchery rendered out at its finest. “Both of you. Use the toys on each other. Kiss. Show me your love."

Sarah was quicker than Victoria and straddled the legs of her own mother, wet pussy pressing down on her legs, as she kissed the older woman deeply. With passion that pleased her king, she moaned into her mother's mouth and tangled their tongues together, rocking her hips to grind even that dildo deeper inside her, using Victoria's leg as a little bit of leverage. Victoria still was not to be outdone as her heart and mind rose swiftly to the challenge, an arm going around her to yank the toy out with the brokenly muffled crow of a woman who had triumphed over abject adversary – although what adversary she considered that to actually be remained to be seen.

Slowly, down to the floor. There was nowhere enough room in the seats and they had to find room, make space, kissing fervently, desperately, needing the release of pleasure that their very own embrace provided for them. Victoria groaned into Sarah's mouth as if she was a long-lost lover, trembling fingers tangling in her luxuriously thick hair, but it was Victoria who had the presence of mind to do as their king bid, using her own dildo on Sarah even if it left her woefully empty, pussy clenching down on nothing at all. She needed more, slamming and grinding the dildo into her daughter as if the very act of it was her last resort, shuddering and yet not able to move even an inch away. It was wrong, it was right, it was everything and every decrepit fantasy that Mark fed into her sordid mind and so very much more too. So, just why should she fight it for even a moment longer?

Victoria's orgasm hit her first, however, as Sarah managed to get her own toy up into her mother's cunt, uncaring of how hard or how rough she was with the woman that she should have loved and cared for. And she did, in her own way – only that way was now controlled and dictated by Mark, the man knowing what made them tick or, if he didn't, simply wishing the notion to be in their own minds.

Howling and grinding against her daughter, hands fumbling anxiously, Victoria flushed heavily in the humiliation of her orgasm, although even she, caught up in mind control as she was, could not have honestly have said just what was so embarrassing. All she knew was that her skin crawled with it, itching and sweating, and her breasts ached for a touch that she could not understand. Yet what did a whore need to understand when they were wrapped up in orgasm, a slave to the desires of another who did not any longer care for what she wanted for herself? Maybe she'd brought it on herself over the course of time but all of that was by the by as she moaned and rolled her hips up, shamelessly demanding more and more, orgasm ripping through her.

That did not stop her from hammering the toy into her daughter at the same time, each and every breath ripping at her lungs. And yet her orgasm just seemed to keep going, bursting on into another one all over again, her daughter moaning out her pleasure as she too twisted in wonderful climax. Two generations came together, grinding and rocking as they kissed and moaned, the kisses, at least, stifling away their moans from the ears of other, rather confused, attendees at the opera, the music and clash of cymbals covering up just a little of their sordid affair. Even if they had been asked to stop or walked in on, the embarrassment only would be there and not the will to stop – an entirely separate notion altogether.

On and on… Mark directed them, making them suck on one another's tits, Sarah spending a good bit of time licking and suckling at her nipples, tugging them out lightly from her body with her lips and teeth. Victoria groaned and could not help but arch up into her touch, her aged, tender body but an instrument to be played to the whims of lusts as yet untold. Her head spun and spun as her daughter's tongue pulled at her tit, swapping between them so that nothing was left untouched, without her caress, and she didn't even see Sarah as her daughter anymore in the dark of the box, the opera forgotten on the stage below them.

Deeper and deeper… Sarah twisted and grunted, sitting down on the dildo with her feet planted into the floor, heeled shoes that Mark had picked out for her just to show off her legs (not that they could be seen beneath her elegant dress – he'd still know) kicked off. She sank down all the way, muscles bearing through as he guided her, giving her new moves and fresh experiences, whispering to her sordid mind that she could do it and she would do it too if she wanted to please him. Heaving for breath with her breasts swaying and jiggling, dress yanked just below to frame them, she moaned out her orgasm as he pumped his cock before her, hand moving so quickly that it blended into but a blur in the sweet of the darkness.

There was no telling just how long their mutual orgasms continued on, stolen touches and blushing caresses coming with a fresh wave of ecstasy and humiliation each and every time. Oh, neither wanted him there, watching them, and yet they did at the same time, confusion running rampant through minds that were not as yet primed for the job that he wanted them to do.

Yet when their orgasms came to a close, the women in question heaving messes with their skin flushed with barely releasable heat, hair tangled and matted softly around their faces, there was a peace in them that only their king could provide. For it did not matter that they were out to be embarrassed and used in public, his cock fed between his mother's lips as she moaned around him, lipstick lightly smearing the length of his cock, but just that they were there and there to please him. Sarah's mascara-laded eyelashes fluttered closed as she sucked him dry, doing all she could for her king, deep in his control of her, although he hardly had to exert any of it over her anymore. She'd fallen so easily and, truly, he could only say just how much more erotically slutty she was with her make-up rubbed and her dress yanked down, breasts darker in places as if Victoria had been a little too rough with her.

Of course, Victoria fared little better with the heady aroma of sex hanging heavily in the air as she sat back with her legs lewdly spread, her own juices and the dildo that had, only a short time ago, been rammed into her daughter's pussy pulled out, glistening with her pleasure. She rolled her head back, baring the vulnerably soft expanse of her throat, diamonds tucked between her tits, pulling down lightly under their own weight, skin drawing as taut as the dress allowed it to be. One of her nipples purpled with a bite mark and the indentations of teeth and her neat and prim hair had worked itself free of her bun, pins askew and a smear of tasteful eye-shadow smeared off to the side of her eye as if a stray hand had, at some point, caught it unduly.

Mark's heart swelled and his cock exploded into his mother's mouth as he revelled in just how far his grandmother had fallen, her prim and sharp exterior breaking down, bit by bit, just as he willed it. It was all as he planned and the time was ripe indeed to reap the spoils of all that he had gleaned.

The ride home too was just as eventful in the classic favourite of his Chevrolet convertible, which seemed all the more pleasurable to drive when his cock pulsed in the want for more, even after only having climaxed mere minutes ago. He eyed his grandmother and mother sitting in the back seats, although they no longer appeared prim and proper, eyes gleaming with intent.

He couldn't help himself and, truly, why would he ever have to? In a wooded area outside the city, for the mansion itself was out in the sticks where there was the space for the land and the room to roam, he pulled over with a choppy screech to the side of the road, fingers trembling on the steering wheel. Ah, it would have been so easy to lose control – not that that was not allowed, of course – but he held back just in time, straightening his tie with a proper clearing of his throat and licking his lips in clear and eager anticipation of what was to come.

The night was not yet over.

“Open the sunroof."

He did not check to see who rushed to comply first, the women clawing at one another in their haste to do just as he bid them to do. More words followed the firsts, commands flowing so smoothly from his lips that it was quite as if he had always been meant to deliver them, power thrumming stringently up from the very depths of his being, depriving them of all but their jewellery, both of them boasting tattoos marking them as his over their crotches and lower abdomens. He growled deep in the back of his throat at the thought of what they'd said when Victoria had gone in to get hers done: just how humiliating had that been for her?

“In the backseat."

He didn't honour her with her name but his eyes locking onto Victoria's clearly denoted just who he was talking to. Sarah was the one who had to move, in that case, pressing her lips together as she obediently got out of the way, not even thinking about what she was doing as she stood by the car at the side of the roar, right out in the open where anyone could see her. Maybe he wanted her to be seen. Maybe he wanted her to feel the tickling dread of raw emotion coursing through her, pumping up like an adrenaline high. Only Mark truly knew the answer to that one.

They left their heels on, of course, now better able to push them up onto their toes, showing off the delicately feminine lines of their calves, rising up to buttocks that just looked better like that. What man did not like the effect even if he secretly and privately thought that the women wearing such things was a whore at heart? Maybe that's what men really wanted: a whore. And they were his to do with as he pleased.

“Suck me off," Mark said raggedly, breathing picking up as he clambered into the backseat with Victoria, his grandmother near enough quivering in anticipation of what was to come, even if she did not yet know what that entailed. “Use your breasts… Your tits!"

Losing the edge of self-control that he'd hung on for so long, he growled and spat out the last utterance and would have appeared juvenile if not for the shining adoration in her eyes. He tightened his control over her, not allowing any room for humiliation or a sense of the woman that she truly was at heart without his control, pushing her down against the spacious backseats, intent on only one thing. His pleasure came first, after all, and one orgasm simply was not enough for a lusty young man like him.

Victoria hissed and groaned for him, legs splayed as if she craved something between them too, his cock trapped between her full and heavy tits. There was a lot of them to manipulate and her finely manicured nails dug lightly into them as she squeezed them warmly around his shaft, pre-cum trickling out to mark her skin as she parted her lips breathily.

“Oh…"

But that was all the sound that she was permitted to make, will forced down and down and down, his toy and servant to do with as he willed. Those words circled her head over and over again as she rocked against him, massaging and teasing his cock even as she tipped her head respectfully forward to accept the delicious treat of the very tip of his cock between her lips when he thrust so far, bearing into the flesh of her breasts to make the slight distance as her daughter watched and lusted.

“Drive on."

A short command but all that he could get past the barrier of his lips as things heated up, thrusting between his grandmother's breasts as she moaned and rocked and pushed up against him, squeezing them around his achingly hard rod. Sarah was quick to obey and his heart leapt to see it, although it was too late for a smile. It did him no good and he was too engrossed in the woman beneath him, the mussed up hair and a pin still sticking out from where she had tried to tuck it all back into place without the aid of a mirror. It had been divine enough to watch her stutter and stammer her way back out of the opera house, no longer even able to hold her head up high, but even more so as she was scooted from one side of the seat to the other, unable to brace as Sarah drove them towards home.

But the problem was that Sarah was not the best at driving: that was a job left to the men of the family, although she knew how to. Naked in the front seat, she flinched from lights on the road and yet could not hunker down away from them to hide the bare gleam of her breasts and sparkling jewellery as if her very body was calling the attention of everyone and anyone who could possibly be around at that time. Their little corner of the world lay in residual darkness, which was, at least, some manner of blessing but everything else in the majority of darkness was only illuminated by the headlights of the car, sweeping a path down the road as they passed through clusters of affluent dwellings, the expansion of the city stretching further and further.

No… The word slipped from her mind as soon as it appeared but the skin-crawling sensation remained, licking at her hide like the tongue of some great beast that she could not bear to throw off. It was there, lingering and looming, knowing that she was at its whim, seething in the glow of the world. All eyes were on her and her body was no longer sacred as her king took her just as he pleased, parading her about as a doll on show.

And Victoria was no better even though she moaned shyly as she bounced from one side of the car to the other, head pressed up against the door as he blocked out all light above her. The image of her grandson loomed, powerfully dark, and she moaned, licking lusciously at the head of his cock as if she simply could not get enough of it, taking each and every drop of pre-cum into her mouth with such eagerness that she truly believed that the saltiness of him was a gift to be adored. Her breasts pressed around him, warming his skin even though he was a heated pole up against her, and she trembled at just how good it felt, emotions conflicting as he toyed with her, taking her up and bringing her back down into his control entirely at his whim. Of course, there was more than one way to break a person and he simply chose the most entertaining one play out before him, toying with her as she gasped and realised what she was doing, only to moan out in raw, vibrant ecstasy only a moment later.

A delicious conundrum… The heat of her tits, the flesh of her, hot and ready, against him. Victoria twisted her head back and forth, pleasurably trapped and pinned, rocking her hips up, humping and gyrating for the ache of that dildo that had spent so much time inside her already. She was empty – too empty! She needed something, anything, from her king! And yet the humiliation of the craving too sickened her to her core as he growled and bore down, teeth bared in a feral grin of complete and utter supremacy, a king who would never again truly be challenged in his position.

Victoria squirmed, eyes wide and staring. No!

“I don't want…"

Too far.

“Pacta Sevanda."

And then she was his obedient little slut again, moaning around his cock as he forsook her tits entirely and rammed the length of his cock into her mouth, forcing her to take every last inch whether she liked it or not. However, she was down again, eyes half-lidded and lusting after him, that rebellious touch within her quelled for the moment. But his cock throbbed for more even as he ached for release, orgasm pressing up urgently in the back of his mind as he moaned and forced out the words to take all to the next stage.

“Get over the trunk."

His voice cut clear through Victoria's moan of delight as his knee pressed up against her pussy and the car juddered as if even the vehicle performed to his whim even when he was not the one actively and engagingly controlling it. In a moment, he had her rammed up over the back seat, half over the trunk of the car and her head out in the fresh, open air. With an imposing grip, his fingers cut into the bony part of her wrist but he wasted no time at all in bending her sluttily over, slamming his cock up into the tight cunt where it belonged, fucking her hard and fast as his head rose and well on waves of pleasure.

But not quite orgasm. Not yet. That he would wait and savour, driving in over and over again, breathless with the exhilaration of it all as Sarah continued on driving, out in the open with the cool night air kissing his skin. His trousers slipped down further, belt obviously undone to let his cock out, and he groaned, powering over her as his hips slapped her raised buttocks with each and every rampant, clinging stroke. He was not able to pull back and away from her even if he had the strength of mind with which to try, taking his loyal servant as hard and as fast as he liked until his load erupted in her, as hot and viscously over-productive as ever.

His harem just seemed to have that effect on him.

Harder and harder, he needed her as much as his slave, his loyal servant, needed him, grunting deep in the back of his throat as he powered in, her hungry pussy swallowing him up as Mark forced her to squeeze her breasts down over the trunk. In the open, the cool air swept her nipples into taut peaks of need, her head tipped back and mouth open in an 'O' of desire, a gaping hole that only served its existence to be filled with his cock. Not for the first time, he smirked at his choice of vehicle, although the open-top car had not been his first choice when he had been in the market and he was not all that sure that he minded the extra chill when it meant he could put his harem on show so openly. Putting them at risk of discovery sent a tingle down his spine, driving in viciously, cock not softening in the slightest after that harsh and heady first orgasm.

No... The king's virility was unparalleled, unfounded in any reality. And he could cum as many times over as he liked with his harem and his sluts needing him, begging for him... He should not deny his mother either though.

“S...Sarah." His voice came out coarser and gruffer than intended, eyes rolling back into his head in the tentatively trembling throes of orgasm, filling his moaning mistress with his seed even as her climax was, this time, left denied. “Switch."

He made it easy for her even as she tried to get out and into position, thighs pressed together with a slick gleam of wetness on them. She rounded her shoulders just a little as if fearful of exposure but there was little time at all for such futile worries as Mark lay back luxuriously over the leather back seats with his legs out of the car, his cock still hard and ready for her.

Such a stud… Sarah licked her lips and a lesser woman would have most certainly been unable to help herself as she straddled him, following his will and command to the letter as she took his cock deep into her aching cunt, stretching around him. His cock sank right back where it belonged – hell, he had more pussies than he could satisfy, if not for his mental control over them – and Mark moaned out long and low, putting his hands back behind his head and letting his favourite and first member of his harem do all of the work for him. After all, just what was the sense or pride in being the king if he had to do all of the work all of the time?

Harder and harder, Sarah did not have the ability or sense in herself to spare anything or hold anything back, jewellery bouncing wildly as her hair flew about her shoulders, out of sync with her motions. More! She had to do it, had to please him! Truly, she did understand that they could actually be walked in on at a moment's notice but she pushed the thought away, taking charge of that little corner of her mind for herself and falling further, the indoctrination and training right there for her to fall back on. What did it matter, after all, if she was seen with her king? They'd only be jealous of all that she had while they were left out, left wanting after something that they could only have if the king himself was kind enough to gift it unto them.

No embarrassment. No humiliation. He had freed her from homemade shackles, bouncing away from a world that had sought to hold her back as he rendered her unchained, free of all ills. And his cock was the source of all that power as her pussy hungrily devoured it up whole, the bareness of her tattooed crotch all on show as she spread her fingers out across his chest for balance. There was no need for him to move at all as she bounced and ground, making sure to take in the full length of him each and every time she plunged down, eyes wide and alight with lust. And yet there was nothing else still that she could possibly do but please him, rocking and grinding all with his ultimate pleasure in mind.

He did not need to say it but Mark was certain in himself that she succeeded in that task in spades, her pussy squeezing around him each time she pushed down, clit brushing into the light curl of hair around his crotch. She moaned above him, working in time with the lightest of shifts in his body, unaware of just how much she was under his control, his obedient slave and servant forevermore. Neither of them paid any attention to Victoria as she got into the front seat and started the engine once more but he did draw his legs into the car itself, allowing the door to swing closed with a snap and a click, the vehicle moving off slowly as they continued on towards one of their homes.

Ah, but the trick was now that Mark had more than one mansion at his will and disposal and it was not his 'first' home that they raced towards, Victoria's wet cunny and excitement inching her bare foot down more and more on the gas pedal. Streets whipped by as Sarah screamed out her climax into the otherwise silence and peace of the night, pussy squelching around him even as it massaged and rippled his length, eagerly striving to coax every last drop of cum from him that he possibly could have to give.

On and on, she rippled her muscles around him, Mark delighting in controlling even that part of her. Just a single word and he could have her cunny pulsing around him as if there was nothing else in the world that she would possibly rather do, head thrown back and throat quivering. He forced her to expose the most tender and vulnerable parts of her to him but it was still her jiggling breasts that drew his attention the most, groping and pinching her nipples especially as they coasted into the long driveway of Victoria's home.

The daylight would show just how that mansion appeared too but that was beyond what he craved as he moaned and squeezed her tits hard, erupting inside her as they pulled up, Sarah bouncing fervently on him. She barely even realised that he was climaxing, thinking still that she had to do all that she could to pleasure her master, and Mark even had to coax her off him with a little chuckle and a smirk, cock painting her cunny-lips with a creamy dose of seed that was delivered as he would pass over a gift to a lover.

Mark grinned widely, pressing Sarah's breasts together into a faux cleavage, heart pounding manically as Victoria whimpered for him, still in the front seat. It had certainly turned into a night to remember!

And there would be many more like it if he had anything at all to say in the matter.

*

“Mai Ling."

The maid stood to attention, her lower jaw ever so slightly slack as she succumbed to his will. One more trigger word and she was susceptible to everything, bendable and pliant before him, her black hair lightening to grey in places naturally but dyed so that her age too would not show. Grey hairs were most certainly neither elegant nor distinguished when it came to the help despite her Asian ethnicity. Victoria, however, had never even once asked her maid just where exactly she'd come from or what her life had been like, whether she had moved over with her parents or family or lived in the country for her whole life so far. That was simply just not the sort of thing that Victoria could bring herself to care about, hardly even seeing Mai Ling half the time.

“Pacta Sevanda."

There was no room for error as he dug into her psyche, drawing her down and down, having her loosen her hair from its tight pins, all to keep it out of the way during the course of her duties. It fell shortly above her shoulders, sharp and severe, but all that would change too as he allowed her to be. Mai Ling inhaled slowly, her torso tipping towards him, breasts bare and still perky, regardless of her years. A fine specimen for him to bring under his control too, indeed.

“How has Victoria treated you, Mai Ling?"

“She is very strict," Mai Ling said instantly, forgoing any respectful terms as the words slipped from her lips like a flow of water seeking a path downhill. “Sometimes she is cruel too. She make me do things that are impossible, too hard to do in the time I have. I think she plays a game with me."

Her slip of language was barely noticeable with the many years of her service and Mark nodded his approval, lips perking up in the lightest, shallowest, of smiles.

“I see… If that is the case, then Victoria will no longer be in control of you, although please see to it that the house is still taken care of. Victoria."

That last word was a call and his grandmother came before him instantly, kneeling and smiling as she clasped her hands before her breasts. Naked from head to toe, he had had her don further diamonds for her only garb and they draped from her ears, her throat and her wrists in glittering ropes, although she was only a vessel on which he could now display his own wealth.

“This will now change," he informed his grandmother, his tone not allowing any room for argument. “When you are not needed by me, Victoria, you will be the maid of this household and obey every order that Mai Ling gives you. Do you understand?"

Of course, he had no doubt at all in his own mind whether or not he had made himself quite clear but it was the power in making her say that she did understand, press her face into his hand and kiss his palm so tenderly, that was the beauty of it all. She breathed and suckled on his fingers, taking them into his mouth as if she was imagining taking something far lewder straight up into the back of her mouth, wanting as she always did for that something more delicious still.

“Yes, King Mark, of course, King Mark."

There was only one answer that she could possibly give and Mark patted her head condescendingly, lips quirking up on the one side in a little smirk that seemed to find itself near enough permanently fixed on his features.

“Very good… And, Mai Ling, what say you to this?"

“I agree," she answered quickly, eyes clear and knowing, understand her own position in the household going forward without even more than a mere suggestion of his control. “I will do all that you ask of me, King Mark, and I will use Victoria as my maid as you ask."

Her lips twitched into a smile, the maid barely able to constrain her glee at having such an opportunity fall into her lap. Sure, in some ways it could be seen as wrong but it was surely all part of some strangely kinky game that they were all playing – and just what would she be as a maid to question that? Westerners had odd ways about them and she had no intention whatsoever of displeasing the man who was, very clearly, the new master of the household and all the entertainment that his rule and dominion promised over time.

“Oh, and one more thing."

Mark smiled, eyes darkening lustfully. How could he possibly have forgotten?

“Every night before Victoria sleeps, you will fuck her arse with a strap-on. You can choose the dildos to go in that one but nothing is to be small."

Mai Ling's smile answered that statement for him, grinning in a white flash of teeth, lips pulling back as if in a snarl.

“Oh, my pleasure, King Mark."

Of course, she did not utter his name with quite the reverence of his harem members but he could change and influence that as he willed in time, handing over just one of the starter strap-on kits that he had had Sarah put together for her mother. Making her choose the dildos from a sex shop in person had been a delightful experience indeed, everyone there thinking that she was some strange, kinky, decrepit older housewife who had a young man to keep her, perhaps with money for him to inherit. They had not known there that Mark and her had been family and had treated them with the salacious winks and soft respect that they would have given to any guests there, let alone lovers. But they were not ones who had to know the truth of the matter at all and they could remain but tentative spectators to a sport that laid in his domain.

Mai Ling took the harness and dildo from him, which was already seated in the place that tit rightfully and respectfully held, turning it over in her hands. And, slowly, so very slowly, her smile grew ever wider, a Cheshire cat of a grin as she contemplated just all of the humiliations that she would lay on Victoria, the woman who had set about making her work and life – for she was a live-in maid – hell for so very many years.

Ah, revenge indeed was going to be sweet…

“Why don't you try it out now?"

She did not need any further encouragement and Mark patted his leg, allowing her to lay Victoria over him, his naked grandmother's jewels rattling lightly as if to take her wealth into a world that was audible and not only visible. Her fake wealth could be heard and Victoria trembled as she was placed in position, rendered utterly mute for a moment as Mai Ling struggled into the strap-on for the first time under Mark's direction. After all, it was not as if he was going to let the first use of it on his dear grandmother be out of his sight!

No, that was too sweet, the penetration of her that could only truly be seen when it was not his cock entering the warm folds of her inner sanctum. He needed to be a step back, set away, enjoying the scene as he raised his knees, putting her back end at an even better angle for the maid to take her in.

“Don't use too much lube."

There was no sense in making it too easy for her, after all, but his grandmother's pussy already glistened with her arousal, her mind going around and around, shuddering between the humiliation of having her maid take her, the erotic panic of it, and how good all of it felt. Sarah watched over her, murmuring encouragement and words of praise, but there was nothing Victoria would have dared do to stop events even if she had been in her true sense of mind and being as that fake cock spread her open, Mai Ling grunting thickly as she used her weight to penetrate her former employer. Well, it was hardly as if she could be considered still just an employee!

“Oof…"

The moan that rolled from her lips came out softly as her hair fell forward, half-obscuring her face, smaller breasts rising and falling sharply in line with her fluttering breaths. But the awkwardness of grinding the shaft into Victoria was not going to stop her as she hit the inner barrier, the point of which nothing could shove its way by, and drew back, mimicking her late husband too in his thrusts, holding Victoria's hips as the mere suggestion of it entered her mind.

Mark could be subtle too. Smiling, he leaned to the side to watch, directing Mai Ling covertly to spread his grandmother's rear cheeks so that he had a better view still, the spectator very aptly controlling events even as they played out. The thick cock pumped in and out of Victoria as she pushed up onto her toes and squealed, breasts squashed into his legs as he held her in place, although the action was all just for show, a little hint of the power he commanded. As much fun as mind control was, of course, there was still a lot to be said for holding down a squirming, writhing, unwilling partner even as he broke them down to his will and bidding.

But Victoria did not know how to feel as she was pounded to orgasm after orgasm, Mai Ling's own cries of pleasure echoing off the barer walls of the large living room. All would come to change and that did not stop her stomach from turning over, shying away from the shame of it all as she welcomed the pleasure. One feeling crashed and bumbled into the next, a perfect cacophony of emotion that did not quite know how to phrase itself, how to put itself in some kind of suitably determinable order.

She didn't need to worry. She didn't need to think. She just needed to be his. And she needed the clasp of his hand on her tit, digging into the skin as she remembered her daughter's lips closing around her breast and sending her off into her strongest orgasm yet of the night. There was no end to it all, one touch of pleasure swaying sensually into the next, the rise and fall of the opera music and powerful voices playing through her mind over and over again as Mai Ling took her ecstasy.

No longer was she in control. Maybe she'd never truly been in control, after all, even with all her wealth and diamonds and glamour. It was all a farce under the hand of King Mark, her owner and master of all.

After Mark and Sarah had left, retreating to his primary home and mansion for attention that only his first slave could provide him with, Mai Ling sat on the couch with a full glass of wine in her hand, filled right up to the brim. Others in higher classes and social circles may have thought that it was unseemly to have a class so full but it was such a rare treat for her that it felt only proper to indulge and enjoy, the folds of her light, small body begging for sustenance that had been denied for so long. Of course, she was naturally small and lithe but that didn't mean that she could not do with more meat on her bones anyway and, well, she had no husband at home at the moment either.

Time to enjoy herself.

She leaned back, one hand on her breast as she moaned breathily, head tipping up to the rear cushions of the sofa. Indulgent… So soft. She'd never had such luxury and neither had she ever before had such a fine footstool, Victoria on all fours before her, serving as that very footstool. She had been stripped of her diamonds and there was something all too vulnerable and exposed about her, even though both of them were naked and in the same state. There would be maid costumes for Victoria to wear in the days and months to come, of course, Mai Ling coming up with devious ways to assist King Mark in his quest for power and control, but right then and there the bareness of their skin touching was all that was needed.

Victoria groaned lightly as Mai Ling's heels, however, pressed into her back, the only article of clothing that the former maid had chosen to leave on. Although it really was a matter up for debate as to whether or not she had actually chosen that or not, Mark's training and indoctrination swirling around her mind like the intoxicating lilt of liquor. Better not to think about that, not to worry. She would not betray him, anyway, as long as she had her little secret part of his ploy to play out too.

The woman fell from power, on all fours, her arse raised and on show. Giggling lightly, Mai Ling twisted her feet, forcing Victoria to shift and her breasts to wobble deliciously as she tried to relive the pressure, although was far too obedient to move away. No, she would bear through any manner of discomfort and, yes, even pain too all for the end goal of pleasing her dear, dear King Mark, the ruler of all that she had once held dear to her. No one could ever take that away from her as long as she had his loving, domineering hand to control her, to keep her in line.

Above her, she trembled in wanton anticipation, Mai Ling setting the glass of wine aside, half-drunk, to prepare the strap-on for use in her usual slow, calm, meticulous manner. What may have before aggravated Victoria now only made her shiver and moan, rocking and humping her hips very lightly so as not to disturb her temporary mistress. Names and titles no longer mattered and Mai Ling giggled lightly, swaying on the drink as she savoured the lingering swill of it in the back of her mouth.

“Miss Victoria… You're going to be sore!"

It was a larger dildo than the first that had been used on her by the maid and yet it still made her crave it, heart beating harder and faster and nipples perking up into hard, wanton buds. She needed it, needed the debasement – oh, and how lucky she was to have someone to look after her! There was something of a familiar embarrassment rising up in the back of her mind but, for some reason, it was easier to brush it aside that time, the words, “Pacta Sevanda", going around and around her head as she closed her eyes and waited with a beatific grin for the pleasure that was to come.

There was no sense in shame. Not unless he willed it, after all. And Mark would only want her to feel ashamed if he was there to see the heat of it seep through her skin, how her flesh prickled into goose bumps at the mere suggestion of embarrassment. Slipping away, Victoria blinked and found herself, all of a sudden, bent over an actual footstool, fingers stretched down to the thick, plush carpet for some temptation of balance, groaning lightly in the back of her throat as the lubricated head of the huge strap-on toy teased through her pussy lips, spreading and stretching them in the prelude to the grand event itself.

Behind her, clad in one of Victoria's dresses (which would need tailoring to fit her perfectly, of course), Mai Ling giggled. A long gown, the dress was not the sort of thing that one would or should have worn casually at home but it was fitting for the situation at hand, a ruby fall of fabric covering the backs of her legs and bringing shape to her buttocks. It held her breasts perfectly too, giving her cleavage that she could only have dreamed of before, and the diamonds glittered on every finger, both wrists, rope upon rope adorning her neck as if she was a child playing dress-up. Her nipples pressed lightly against the satin fabric as she laughed, turning her head to take in the full effect and even looking down at herself, admiring the rise of her breasts through it, the exposed skin lewd and yet tasteful, conversely, at the same time on her. And, truly, one could not enjoy themselves too much when it came to such finery for the very first time.

The dress had been hiked up over the toy, giving her the appearance of bearing the faux phallus in a natural fashion, growing from her own body in a hermaphroditic fit. But it was not a part of her despite the divine nub and nodule that was so designed to seat itself into her own pussy while she fucked Victoria, giving her pleasure that, before, she could never have imagined. Even then, she moaned, grinding her hips up to get a little bit more tension through the toy, catching her breath as it pressed into her clit, teasing her with all the allure of ecstasy that was to come, if only she dared to reach out and take it for herself.

Leaning over her former employer's back, she pinned her down with one delicate hand, fingers spread, knowing that she would not try to pull away. Mai Ling licked her lips, swaying on the drops of power that she had been fed, suckling them from the teat and the dick of one greater than her by far.

“I will enjoy you, Miss Victoria…"

Her tone promised far more to come.