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Laser Control

By: Asianlove



I arrived at the hotel restaurant about half an hour early. I was nervous in an expectant sort of way. This was the day I had waited for years to arrive, and in some ways I never thought it would come.

I checked around the large restaurant, feeling like a dozen eyes were watching me from someplace, but I realized this was just my paranoia. I looked at my watch and realized I would have to wait for a while longer so I ordered a drink and spent the rest of my wait pretending to look at the menu, not wanting to be bothered by the overly enthusiastic waitress.

Finally I looked up and they were crossing the hotel casino outside the restaurant and headed inside. Rebecca was lovely. She had full-bodied raven black hair that hung past her shoulders. She was tall and shaped well. She always knew how to dress, just a tad on the conservative side, but with always a hint of that incredible body just beneath the appropriate clothing. At twenty-two she was a serious person for her age. Her grades going into grad school had held right at four-point-oh, and her work experience in the scientific field of her study was very credible for one so young.

The big hunk accompanying Rebecca had to be her fiancé. I couldn’t remember what his name was, but remembered it was something unusual. He was a few years older than she was and was built like an all-pro quarterback, his chest seeming to bow out in front of him as he walked, keeping a superbly erect posture. His white teeth were big and shining and bright, and he had a perfunctory smile for everyone as he passed them in the casino outside the restaurant. I thought that he must have had his teeth capped. I remembered hearing somewhere that he owned his own business, and so that made him not only well built and handsome, but also rich, and with her beauty Rebecca was the perfect trophy wife for him.

I had read Rebecca’s resume, and had looked up all the papers she had published on-line through her university. I had talked with her professors about her sharp mind and academic insight, and I had given her three extensive phone interviews. However, I had never actually met her. This was going to be our first meeting. That was a part of the reason this was such a big day for me because I always had a soft spot in my heart for beautiful women like Rebecca, however that was not the main reason for the intensity of the moment as my story will soon demonstrate.

I stood up from the booth I had gotten in the corner for us. The perfect couple came forward to me and I tried to put on my best smile and extended my hand to greet them. 

“Rebecca, it is an honor to finally meet you in person,” I told her. She smiled at me. She didn’t smile often, but when she did it was perfect. That smile of hers always made me fall in love with her. No matter what else had happened that smile of hers never failed to get me.

“Nice to finally meet you, Dr. Koenig,” she said shaking my hand, and her skin was so soft to the touch and so lovely to feel I may have held her hand a second longer than protocol required.

“We’ve heard good things about you, Doctor,” the hunk with Rebecca said, shaking hands with me and giving me a strong thump on the arm, as he fixed me with the million dollar smile.

“Come, let us all sit and order our lunch,” I instructed and I sat down, with Rebecca and the hunk sitting across from me. I found myself irritated at the way Rebecca cuddled into his side as we spoke, and the way he held his arm casually over her shoulder like she was his property.

“So tell us doctor, why did you pick the deserts of Nevada for your top secrete project?” the hunk asked me after we had settled in behind the table.

“Well first of all, my project isn’t exactly top secrete,” I told him, all though that was a lie. “But I’ve always preferred working in the desert because of the anonymity. The media has some interest in the experiments our corporation is performing, and we’d prefer to keep everyone in the public at arm’s length. Plus, I personally own a small property about one hundred and fifty miles outside the city.”

Rebecca was quiet for the most part. I could tell she was completely dominated by the hunk and probably even liked it this way. The hunk definitely liked things this way. She did ask me all the right kind of technical questions about my project and the work she would be doing for me out at my lab. She wanted to know how far along I had already progressed with the project and what problems I had encountered along the way.

In all my answers I lied to her. I told her I had not progressed very far with my work, but was still in the initial stages, and needed her help in the analysis process. I also lied about the nature and scope of my work, telling her that the laser I was designing only intended to be used on a small clinically selected sample population.

I am a very convincing liar and so Rebecca and her fiancé believed all I had to tell them. In fact the truth of my project would have been far more unbelievable than the made-up story. However, Rebecca was a very smart individual and I did not want to let her even have the slightest detail of my full capabilities or I realized I would never get her cooperation. I desperately needed her cooperation in this next stage if my project was going to be successful. 

Our lunch arrived and we all shared a tasty meal. The conversation I had with Rebecca was mainly technical and I could tell the endless equations we quoted at each other were boring her fiancé. Rebecca was a good scientist and she could keep right up with me on all the details, but I think her fiancé was somewhat challenged in the IQ department.

“Thank you for offering me this good opportunity, Dr. Koenig,” Rebecca finally told me after I had fed her many interesting details about my work and the work that she would be sharing with me.

“I need a lab assistant,” I told her. “However, I can’t just use any assistant because of the nature of what’s involved. I really need a full partner, but the grant I’m getting to fund my work won’t support that. So when I discovered your resume in the pile I began to think of you as the perfect choice. You have experience, intellect and desire to learn. I wish I could offer you more. You have no idea what you will be offering to me.”

“That’s no problem, Dr. Koenig,” she told me in that levelheaded way she had of speaking. “The pay for the six weeks I stay out at your place will be more than I would have made in six months with a part time university job like I had last summer.”

Rebecca had no idea what she was getting into or how her life was about to change forever. I feel somewhat remorseful that things turned out for Rebecca as they did, and I feel ashamed that I had to mislead her. But I had few options. What I had been doing out at my desert research lab had not been exactly legal, and what I was attempting to do with Rebecca that summer could not be categorized as legal either.

“You will take good care of my baby when she’s out at your place, won’t you doctor?” the fiancé asked me earnestly.

“Why of course I will,” I replied and thought my voice dripped with insincerity, but it probably didn’t. I just knew what a liar I was and was bothered by it. The two people in front of me believed every word the mild mannered doctor told them. “I will keep Rebecca busy and interested and challenged all summer long,” I told them. “The summer will fly by for her, and with the experience she gains from this position she will return to grad school next semester the envy of all her follows.”

“Baby, we still got a day to spend in Vegas,” the hunk covered Rebecca with his arm looking down at her. “I think we should get out of here and go have ourselves some fun before you start your new job tomorrow.”

She smiled and let him scoot her up from the table grasping her hand possessively. How irritating it was to me that she was always so compliant with this dimwitted muscle man, and here she was a girl with a fine mind who could do so much more. Very irritating indeed!

“You two have a wonderful day in Los Vegas,” I told them, again I felt with a tacit insincerity behind my voice. “I’ll meet you in the lobby tomorrow morning about… ten shall we say?” I asked Rebecca.

“That would be fine. Thanks again, Dr. Koenig,” Rebecca said as the hunk led her away from me, and into the casino. What a day it would be to spend it with her in this incredible city I thought, realizing I was over come with envy for that stupid muscle man.

The next morning Rebecca was down to meet me bright and gleaming. She wore a conservative skirt that came down to her ankles, but was made of a light enough fabric that the observer was not left to doubt the great body beneath. She also graced me with another smile and I found my heart melting like that of a young boy who has discovered his first girl.

The fiancé pawed her and grabbed her buttocks beneath the skirt tightly as he kissed her good-bye. After being taken to the heights by the lovely smile from my lovely Rebecca, I was brought low quickly while watching this denigrating display. I saw Rebecca look up into his eyes for the last time and I realized that for whatever reason (probably the fact that he was rich and handsome, with a perfect body) she was in love with the idiot.

My limousine had pulled up out front to meet us. Antoine, who was the most loyal of servants to me, drove the limo. He wore a uniform and kept a respectful demeanor. My corporate sponsor had actually paid for the limo and I wanted to impress Rebecca with the luxury. 

I was disappointed because I didn’t detect any dent of impression I might have made on Rebecca by the appearance of the limo and the servant. But I guess I was hoping for too much, considering Rebecca was of such a levelheaded, no nonsense type of nature, and I realized then that she would be more impressed by the results of my lab work than by the outward trappings of my worldly success.

We drove quietly through the desert for about two hours. We drove non-stop and I put some classical music on the stereo and Rebecca seemed to enjoy this very much. I know I always liked a pleasant drive through the desert with Bach on the stereo. The drive passed quickly and for me very enjoyably, as I got a good chance to watch Rebecca each time she turned her head to stare out the window at the passing scenery. 

She had an incredible fragrance to her. Her hair was so clean and shiny, her skin absolutely without a single blemish. When she talked to me she was so confident and sure of herself, but kept a respectful reserve in her voice due to my senior position. This was a girl from a good background, who had been fortunate enough to have good genes promoting a rare sort of beauty in her. The reader has probably already determined that I was totally taken by her with a devotion already surpassing love, and this just our second day spent together.

Antoine hustled out from behind the wheel of the limo and opened the back door for Rebecca and I. Antoine was bowing and at his most condescending. Some might not have tolerated such behavior from a servant in the twenty-first century. Antoine acted more like the typical manservant of the nineteenth century. However, I knew everything there was to know about the man. You see he had been involved in my first successful experiment. Now, in a very real manner of speaking, he belonged to me. He was more than just a servant to me – he was closer to a slave. 

At times I was afraid the dim glaze over his eyes would give him away to the outside world for what he really was, but again that was just my paranoia. 

“So it’s just you and Antoine here?” Rebecca asked me as I was showing her around the grounds.

“And now you as well, my dear,” I told her.

“This is a very impressive place you have here, Dr. Koenig,” she said, as she looked around at the exterior of my large home, bordering the size of a mansion.

“You must be tired after the long drive,” I told her. “Antoine will take your things up to your room. We’ll have a light dinner later on. Then I recommend a good rest tonight. For tomorrow we’ll start with our project.”

I had dinner with her later that night. I don’t remember what we talked off. Just meaningless chatter, I think. I was preoccupied. I was finally on the eve of obtaining my long sought after goal. Not allowing her to interpret my thoughts I believe I did a credible job in hiding all my intentions from her as we spoke over coffee after dinner.

The next day it was time to take Rebecca inside my lab, and show her where she would be working for the next six weeks – well where she thought she would be working for the next six weeks. She eyed my laser equipment with something close to suspicion I thought.

“This looks very advanced, Dr. Koenig,” she said as she glided her fingers along the small turret of the laser. “I thought you told me you had only just begun to work on this project?”

“Well yes, my dear,” I thought fast, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. “You see I have worked on the analysis so long it seems to me as if I will never get finished with the preliminaries. However, as you can see the construction phase has only just begun.”

“This looks fully constructed to me, Dr. Koenig.”

“Actually, I wouldn’t want any of my sponsors competitors to know that. So therefore, I keep rather low key about the progress I have made. You are right, of course. The laser is fully constructed and ready to be tested.”

She examined the newly constructed laser, and was held in awe with it. If only she had known of the power held in that room at that moment she probably would have turned and run out into the desert. As I look back on it now I realize it was already too late for her at that moment. However, a new chapter of my life was just opening.

“A mind control laser,” she said in a hushed voice.

“Not really, my dear,” I began to feed her some more lies about the lasers abilities. In truth this was a mind-altering device, capable of penetrating the brain and causing permanent thought adjustment. Antoine, who now stood silently to the side watching us, was living proof of its effectiveness.

“And now I need your help most desperately, my dear,” I came up to her and took her by the shoulders, a rather fatherly type of gesture on my part. I looked down into her eyes and felt intimidated by her because my love for her burned so feverishly inside me. Actually it was her who should have felt fear for me because of what I was about to do to her.

“I want you to be the first to help me test the laser,” I said.

She took a deep breath and looked over uncertainly at the device. “Is it safe?” she finally asked me.

“Perfectly,” I told her, and here I told the truth. I had perfected the process enough with the laser where I could probe the mind almost at will and come up with just about whatever kind of a creation I desired. I could have lessened the laser intensity and merely demonstrated it’s power for her, but oh no, I had other far different ideas for my beloved Rebecca.

“Very well, Dr. Koenig,” Rebecca said making her decision. “ I trust you.”

“Very good, my dear,” I said having to hide the feeling of jubilation that sprang to my breast as I got her where I wanted her. “Please go over to the table and lie down.”

She walked over to the table. I loved the way that she moved beneath her long skirt. She was so graceful and elegant. She always carried herself erect and proud. Gingerly patting her skirt down she climbed onto the table, the table with the laser pointing at it. I moved over her and made sure her head was held firmly in place, moving a clamp into place on each side of her forehead. 

“Now just try and relax, and I’ll begin in a minute,” I told her as I hurried over to my control panel and revved up the power. “This will only take a few minutes, and I promise you won’t feel a thing.”

“I’ll record my experience for you after the test is complete,” she told me in her always-professional voice.

“Thank you, my dear,” I said typing in the start up sequence into the computer keyboard. “I am starting the process – now.”

The laser made a small humming sound as I sent power to it and instructed the first micro energy wave to dive into my subject’s brain. There was no light, or any other outward visual from the laser, just the small humming. I sat down behind the computer terminal and typed commands in urgently.

The laser was penetrating Rebecca’s brain. No tissue was damaged, and only the thought center of the brain was disturbed. In a way I was programming the subject like a programmer would a computer. I could change perceptions, feelings, memories, the deepest held principles and beliefs, and remake them all in the form I choose. I could induce emotion, fear, hate, boredom, greed, and of course love. I had found I could even increase IQ levels, all though Rebecca was already intelligent enough and did not need my assistance here. The thought reprogramming I could perform on the subject remade their basic personality, and was deep seeded and unalterable.

In many aspects the old Rebecca died on that table, and the new Rebecca, my Rebecca was born. For what are any of us but thoughts? If not for your thinking would you be the same person you are now? And what are thoughts but electrical charges running through the power grid of our minds. 

After a few minutes it was all over. I was confident that Rebecca had felt no pain. She had blacked out briefly, and probably did not even realize anything had happened to her. I had not changed her very much because I thought she was perfect the way she was. Well almost perfect, there were a few things about Rebecca that I wanted to change, and I had just changed them.

I stood over her and helped her up from the table. Her eyes flickered momentarily, but other than this no outward sign indicated the depth of the transformation that had just taken place inside the young woman. To my relief I saw she still had all of the poise and dignity she had always possessed.

“How was that?” I asked.

“An interesting experience, Dr. Koenig,” she said, and I couldn’t detect any noticeable change in her voice, all though I thought perhaps very deep down there was something softer about her now. “I must say I really did not feel a thing. If it hadn’t been for the slight vibrations of the machine I wouldn’t have even known you had started and finished.”

“You haven’t any head ache or fatigue to report then?”

“None whatsoever. I will go about recording what I felt. However, there really isn’t much to put down. Are you certain the laser is functioning correctly?”

“We’ll soon see, my dear. We’ll soon see.”

I escorted her over to a computer terminal and she set down to open a document and write down her experience from the morning. She also told me she wanted to write down her initial perception of my laser so she would have it available for reference when she returned to grad school in the fall. I assured her it was all right, and left her alone with her work. 

Now I was playing a waiting game. I thought it had worked, but could not be certain yet. I was soon to find out.

That night Rebecca and I had another lovely dinner served to us by the ever faithful and always quiet Antoine. She rewarded me with one of her wonderful smiles as we shared some humor over dinner. She actually laughed at one of my jokes. That was a good sign. The day before I had tried a joke with her and she had only looked at me politely saying nothing, not grasping my humor, or having any interest to understand. 

I excused myself early that night and went up to my bedroom. I had the master bedroom overlooking a quiet desert garden. I always looked to keep the French doors to the patio open at night and let the cool night air of the desert blow inside and comfort me as I slept. 


Laser Control Ch. 2



I awoke with a start. Feeling some disorientation I realized I had been having a dream about bowling. No, not bowling exactly, but what was it? The position of my left hand and fingers were in that of a bowling grip. Aw! And then I remembered pleasantly.

Rebecca was cradled in my right arm asleep. My right hand held firmly to her left breast. We were both naked and had fallen asleep this way last night. A light fall breeze was blowing through the French doors and rustling the curtains. 

My left hand… here’s where I had my bowling fantasy in the night. My left hand was between her buttocks and upper thighs. My index and middle finger were inserted inside her snatch, and my thumb was up her anus to the hilt. 

I enjoyed sleeping in this position and so did Rebecca. Through out the night I could feel the muscles of her inner thighs contracting around my invading hand and deriving pleasure. Her vaginal contractions seemed to go on all night sometimes. Her damp pussy a testament to her pleasure, and the multiple orgasms I had given her in the night while she slept. Last night I had tried the thumb in the ass, and this morning I could feel the muscles of her sphincter pulling me into her body.

We were lightly covered on the bed, and both of us were still asleep. I was at that point of delirium of half sleep, just starting to wake from my slumber. I could feel Rebecca squirm next to me and knew that she was content and safe. I felt my cock start to rise along her spine where I was pressing my groin to her.

I opened my eyes and above me in our bedroom was Antoine. He had already dressed in his servant’s uniform and was bowing to ask for my pardon in this intrusion of our private quarters. However, there was something about his face that told me the man wasn’t himself today.

“Antoine? What is it?” I asked as I moved the cover to hide Rebecca’s naked breasts beneath my arm. 

“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Antoine said with a side ways glance at the body of the naked twenty-two year old beauty under the covers with me. “The police are downstairs and asking to see you. I didn’t know what to tell them. I think you ought to come right away.”

“The police?” I asked incredulously. “What do they want?”

“They wouldn’t say, sir. They want to speak to you.”

“Go back and tell them I’ll be down directly.” Antoine turned on his heels and left abruptly, hurrying to follow my orders as he always did. 

I rose up in bed and tried to force the slept out of my brain. Rebecca lifted up next to me as I removed the hand from her nether region. She brushed her long raven black hair out of her eyes and squinted up at me.

“What is it, darling?” Rebecca asked in a sleepy little voice, turning about under the covers to face me.

I gave her a tight and reassuring hug. “Nothing to worry about, sweet thing. I’m sure there has been some sort of misunderstanding, and I’ll go down and straighten it all out.”

She kissed me on the lips. Our mouths parted briefly to allow our tongues to touch. She moved her chest full against my own and I felt her erect nipples press my skin, the sensation causing my cock to jump along her belly.

“Thank you, Pierre,” she said with real love in her voice for me. “You always take such wonderful care of us darling.”

I allowed us to kiss for another two seconds, and then I reached for my robe and got up from under the covers, putting on the robe as I headed for our bedroom door. 

My desert home was quite large, almost a mansion, and I waded down the hall carpeting in my house slippers and came down the main stair case which wound its way down to the front entrance way. Sure enough, when I got down there, there was a uniformed man standing in the doorway. Antoine was talking to him, trying to keep him at bay as they waited for me.

“Good morning officer, I am Dr. Pierre Koenig. How can I help you?” I came up to the officer and extended my hand in a friendly greeting.

“Good morning, Dr. Koenig. I am Sheriff Mills, the county sheriff,” he said as we shook hands. He was an older man, older than I was even. “I am sorry to disturb you at such an early hour, but a matter has been brought up that I need to discuss with you.”


“Why don’t you come inside and we’ll discuss it in my parlor. I’ll ask Antoine to bring us some coffee.”

“That’s all right,” the sheriff said, declining my offer. “This won’t take that long. I just need to ask you a few questions.”

I looked past him and out my front door. His jeep was parked in the circle drive in front of the house. A woman stood beside the jeep. She was very young and pretty, dressed in appropriate western attire in jeans and a jacket, her hair was long and blown by the wind. She caught me looking past the sheriff and at her. She returned my stare solidly and I thought she was rather cold.

“I’ll tell you anything I am able too, sheriff,” I said, returning my gaze to the man in my doorway.

“Do you have a young woman living here with you, Dr. Koenig? Her name is Rebecca White.”

“Why, yes I have,” I answered, my voice still full of friendship for the sheriff.

“Is she in your employee?”

“She was this past summer. However, she decided to stay on longer and our relationship became more personal.”

“We have some concern that she may be held here against her will.”

“Really? May I ask who has raised this concern?”

The sheriff looked over his shoulder briefly at the beautiful young woman standing by his jeep. Then he disregarded my question and continued with his line of investigation. “If she’s here I’d like to talk with her, Dr. Koenig?”

“Certainly, you may. I’ll send Antoine to bring her down at once.”

I turned to get Antoine, but both the sheriff and I looked up the winding staircase and saw Rebecca making her way down from the head of the stairs, her long flowing night gown trailing behind her. She was certainly a breath taking sight. The sun was just shining its first ray through the window at the top of the stairs on the second floor, and the light penetrated her gown, exposing the shadow of her tightly muscled thighs beneath the gown as she stepped down the stairs. She was bare foot, and somehow this turned me on and I had to fight back an erection beneath my robe.

“What is it darling?” Rebecca asked stepping up to me and folding herself against me. I took her in my arm, and she held onto me as if the sheriff halfway frightened her.

“Sheriff, this is Rebecca,” I said, my voice all the time friendly. “Honey, the sheriff would like to ask you a couple of questions.”

“Are you Rebecca White?” the sheriff asked her, dropping his voice to a respectful tone as he talked with the young girl in question.

“Yes,” she said meekly against my chest.

The sheriff looked confused to see her standing there of her own free will, looking beautiful and very much in love. The sight looked all the more peculiar because I was twice Rebecca’s age, and certainly did not fit the image of a man who would end up with a beauty like Rebecca. 

“Well ma’m, there is someone here who would like to talk with you.”

Rebecca now looked out to the front of my house and the jeep parked in the circle drive. She had immediate recognition of the young girl waiting by the jeep. I had not ever seen Rebecca this excited. Well not since I had performed my work on her brain that had resulted in her becoming mine. Now she was radiant with happiness and her beauty shown through even more strongly.

“Remy!” she yelled and jumped from my grasp. Passing the sheriff in the doorway and running down my brick walkway to the girl by the jeep.

“It’s her sister,” the sheriff informed me.

I nodded. Now I understood. This explained why Rebecca was so excited to see the girl. She had not seen anyone from her past in months, and this would be her first encounter with them since her mind altering experiment. I wondered how this visit would affect her. I had assumed my laser treatment was unalterable, but now I wondered, was it? Also, I thought about the sister’s reaction to seeing Rebecca for the first time after the mind control process had killed her old personality and given her this new one which eternally adored and worshipped me as a master and a god. Would the sister notice the changes in her character? This was likely. But how big were those changes? I had never really known the old Rebecca. My lover of the past few months had been this girl whose personality I had created.

This revelation also told me why I was so drawn to that young girl out by the jeep. She looked almost identical to my Rebecca. She was perhaps four years younger, her hair somewhat longer, and her body somewhat tighter. The same high cheekbones and proud face made her into a beauty just as it did Rebecca. I remembered something Rebecca had once told me about her sister still being in high school. This had to be the sister.

The two girls clasped hands and hugged each other. I couldn’t hear what they said. They seemed to be having a good reunion. There was some laughter. I saw Rebecca shaking her head as if trying to deny an accusation from her younger sister. They grew into quite a discussion, and the sheriff and I looked at each other awkwardly waiting for them to finish, the sheriff staying up at the house with me trying to afford them a few moments of privacy.

“I’m sorry for this disturbance, Dr. Koenig,” the sheriff told me. “The young ladies sister came to my office with some pretty strong allegations against you. All about you holding her sister out here in the desert, and saying you had the power to alter people’s minds. I thought it was nonsense, but I was obligated to check on it.”

“Please don’t apologize to me for simply doing your job, sheriff. I quite understand.”

“I’m just going to let those two talk it over for awhile. Maybe the older one can talk the younger one out of the nonsense and she can go back to her family and reassure them. This really isn’t a matter for the law after all.”

“You know sheriff; many people can not understand when a young woman of considerable beauty gives herself to an older man such as me. They think immediately something foul must be afoot. They think at once money must be exchanging hands, or favors granted, or another type of nasty coercion perpetrated. As you said, some of the more imaginative even speculate on mind control. It’s the price I pay for allowing myself the folly of a young romance.”

“That’s all personal, Dr. Koenig. That’s between you and the young lady.” The sheriff took another look down at his jeep and the two young beauties talking and reuniting themselves. I could see his eyes narrow as he took in the naked curves of Rebecca under her nightgown. “Quite a nice looking young lady,” he commented scratching his chin.

“Thank you sheriff.”

The two girls talked for about ten more minutes. Finally the sheriff quietly ambled down my walkway and up to his jeep, clearing his throat to announce his presence to the girls still deep in their conversation. I stood in my doorway and took it all in, Antoine standing faithfully at my side as always.

Rebecca hugged her sister a last time, and then the younger girl climbed back inside the jeep with the sheriff. Rebecca stood and waved her good-bye as the jeep made its way back off my property, kicking up gravel as it headed back up to the main road. I thought perhaps Rebecca looked lost for a minute, sad at her sisters parting.

I waited for Rebecca on the porch. After the jeep had gone out of sight down the road she returned to me, bristling a little from the cool desert air blowing under her nightgown. I hugged her to me and took her in my arms to warm her. She returned my hug eagerly and I felt relieved that she still loved me dearly. This had been the first big test of Rebecca’s reprogrammed mind, and it seemed to be working.

“Is everything all right, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Fine,” she replied simply, her mind a thousand miles away with her family. “They were worried about me. No problem.”

“What did you tell her?”

“The truth.”

“Which is?”

She looked at me with her beautiful smile and my heart warmed. “Silly!” she exclaimed. “I told her I loved you. I told her I was with you now. You are my life and nothing will ever change that no matter what they say to me.”

“Your sister didn’t seem to take it very well?”

“Don’t worry,” Rebecca said and kissed my chest underneath my robe. “Everything is going to be fine.”

Rebecca and I went back upstairs to our room and made love. Later Antoine served us breakfast in bed. This was a routine we had been repeating since she had come to me, and on these occasions I felt as if I were the luckiest and most satisfied man on the face of the earth. 

*****

During this same period we had also been continuing our lab work together. Rebecca was a brilliant scientist and I took great pride in all her discoveries and her unique outlook on approaching the myriad problems we faced on a daily basis. I had been asked by my corporate sponsor to speed the pace of my research, and Rebecca and I worked twelve hour days and longer to try and meet the increased demands.

I felt strange as I shared all secretes of my mind control laser with Rebecca; she had after all been a product of the reprogramming herself. The fact that she knew she had been altered to please me also was a constant irritant to me. I was very happy, and so was she, therefore it seemed rather base that the subject of how we got to this point in our relationship had to be so open.

My corporate sponsor was also proving difficult to work with. They had invested millions in this project and wanted results. My contract with them gave me no power and they could cut off funding at any time. I had of course been successful beyond my wildest dreams, or theirs. However, I could not share this knowledge with them. The mind-altering power of my work was to be mine alone to wield. I was working on bringing the proto type laser up to speed, but with minus the powerful mind altering effects of the original. 

Rebecca actually was diving into the project more than I was at this point, and though I am rather ashamed to admit it, her knowledge at some point had out paced my own. I was distracted by the physical pleasures of our relationship and I found myself thinking more about what was held beneath her skirt and between those long legs than I did about the test plans we were writing, or the analysis we were performing.

At times I would even leave Rebecca alone in the lab to work into the late hours of the night. I would return upstairs to our bedroom and wait for her arrival. Antoine would serve me dinner and I would wait patiently for the return of my love. Sometimes I would pass the time by reading a science journal or history book, at other times I would take midnight strolls around my property. But before the dawn Rebecca would always return to our room. She would undress for me, or sometimes ask me to undress her like she was a little girl. Then we would go to bed. What we did in bed was always different, and always more to do with love than sex. I explored every centimeter of her body and let her roam across my own. I felt like a boy again during these couplings, and never wanted for an erection at the proper moment.

*****

As the fall wore on my birthday approached. I had not celebrated this in a number of years, but Rebecca persisted until she pried the date out of me. I must comment here that all though in some respects I was Rebecca’s master in many others I had come to depend on her so, and I loved her so, that she had me in a submissive role, and one that I was powerless to resist. 

“I want to plan a big party for you, my darling Pierre,” she announced upon learning the date.

“No!” I said loudly. “I want nothing more than to spend the time here at our home with you and our work.”

“Oh honey, I don’t mean that we should go out, or neglect our job,” she said kissing me. “I only meant that I have in mind a special surprise for you, and on your birthday night I shall give it to you.”

“Surprise?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “We women have our ways. Don’t underestimate me my darling just because I am your most successful experiment.”

“I would never, sweetheart! But you should tell me what it is you are planning?”

“Something you will love, but if I tell you it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore and it might ruin it for you.”

A warning bell went off somewhere in the back of my mind, but as I said, I was becoming so enthralled with my beloved Rebecca that I let her have her own way, even when in practical terms I had the power to stop her and bend her will to mine.

What in the world was she planning? How could she be planning anything out here in the desert? We were miles from the nearest town, and even then it was just a desert hamlet. The solitude of the desert had been what allowed me to forge ahead with my not quite ethical work for all these years.

I decided to calm down and do absolutely nothing. Maybe it was just a lark. Though brilliant and mature for her age, my Rebecca was still a girl barely turned twenty-two. I decided this was perhaps just a girlish charade with her, and after all it was exactly this quality that held me so much in love with her in the first place.

Time went by and our work progressed on schedule. I filed a very satisfactory report to my corporate sponsor and became convinced that at least for the next few months I had gotten them from off my back.

And then the big day, my birthday, rolled around. By the time of its coming I had almost forgotten that I was to have a most pleasant surprise from my beloved. I was soon to find out.

*****

The day started with routine simplicity. Rebecca and I showered together that morning after our lovemaking. Then we went down to the dinning room and Antoine served us eggs benedict. The workday in the laboratory commenced and I became engrossed in a problem of the proto type laser. Rebecca had her own systems that she was in charge of by this time and she worked as diligently as always, but I thought maybe was a bit distracted by something.

At noon Antoine served us lunch in the lab and we ended up working through lunch as was normal for us in these days. After Rebecca finished her sandwich she announced that she was taking the rest of the afternoon off to do some shopping in Desert Springs, a town that was about fifteen miles from our home and had only a population of five hundred souls.

Rebecca was far from a prisoner at my home and she left freely whenever she wanted, and each time she returned I became more convinced that the reprogramming on her personality had been a complete, and more importantly, an unalterable success. 

I thought it odd that she had decided to take the entire afternoon off from the project. This was not like her. She had after all become more dedicated than I had. But I let it pass and went back to my work as she left me alone in the lab.

I spent the entire day working and wrestling with a problem that just wouldn’t seem to go away no matter what angle I tried tackling it from. This eventually led to a rather severe headache and I closed up the lab, turned off the lights and locked the door, returning to my home upstairs. 

It was about five in the evening. I instructed Antoine to bring me a strong pain reliever for my head and I went upstairs to the bedroom for a brief nap. This proved to be a most refreshing sleep and I awoke two hours later fully relieved of the headache and feeling a nice regeneration.

I took a quick shower and dressed in some casual clothes for dinner. When I exited the bedroom and started down the upstairs hall I realized there was a different aspect to the house, one I had not picked up on before.

I heard Rebecca’s voice from the sitting room as I walked quietly down the curving stairway. Who was she talking to? Antoine? No, he was a man of few words, a subject in my very first mind control experiment, one that had not been as successful as Rebecca’s. Then who?




Laser Control Ch. 2



I came down the stairs and walked into the parlor and was astounded at what I saw.

Rebecca and her sister Remy were sitting on the couch having a nice chat. Antoine had served them drinks and Remy was smoking a cigarette. When they saw me they turned and both smiled. Rebecca got up and ran into my arms gladly. I embraced her and made sure of her love for me by looking into her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled and I knew everything was all right.

“Happy birthday, my darling!” She said kissing me on the lips.

“Why thank you, Rebecca,” I said returning her kiss. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” I said motioning to her eighteen-year-old sister.

Remy rose up and came over to us. Rebecca smiled up at me that everything was ok. “Darling, this is my baby sister, Remy,” she told me.

I took Remy’s hand in my own and bowed formally to her, giving her a kiss on her up turned hand. “A pleasure, my dear,” I said and was struck fully with how much she looked like Rebecca. She was smaller, had a smaller chest, but she was so young and deliciously tight all over in her blue jeans and plaid shirt. 

“I am so thrilled to finally have the opportunity to meet you, Dr. Koenig.”

“Call me Pierre, my dear.”

“Pierre,” she said and her smile was the same smile as Rebecca’s. The same smile I had fallen in love with. “Becky has told me all about you. I want to thank you for all you’ve done for her.”

I eyed Rebecca. Had she really told her all I had done for her - and to her? It was certainly possible. There was nothing in her reprogrammed personality that would have forbid her to tell a loved one. However, she had been programmed not to bring harm to me, and it might very well be harmful to me if the outside world were to discover what I was really doing out here in my desert lab. I trusted that Rebecca was smart enough to speak suitably to her sister.

“I gave Remy a tour of our lab, dear,” Rebecca said.

“That’s nice,” I said, taken off guard and not knowing what to think or feel. I took a seat in my easy chair in front of the fireplace and the girls sat back down across from me on the couch. Antoine came over to me and I ordered a stiff cocktail.

“I loved your laboratory, Pierre,” Remy told me as she sipped her own drink and puffed on her cigarette. “Beck showed me everything. Of course I don’t understand most of it because I’m not a scientist like she is. But I can see how wonderful it is to be able to control peoples minds and to make them better people than what they use to be. I think your invention will change the world, and I’m really happy that it’s you who are with Becky now.”

Rebecca came across the room to me and took a seat on my lap in my chair, setting aside her drink. She gave me a reassuring kiss on the forehead and put her arms around my shoulders. “It’s all right, honey,” she told me. “Remy is a part of our family. I shared everything with her. It all worked out just wonderful.”

“You told your sister everything?” I asked.

“I know you changed Beck’s personality with your laser,” Remy interjected here. “I think it’s wonderful. That dumb idiot she was with before could never have loved or taken care of her as you do. You have made her a better and happier person, and I love you for doing that.”

“Rebecca?” I asked. “Do you want to tell me something? I don’t understand what’s going on here.”

“Remy is a part of our family now, Pierre,” Rebecca told me in a naughty little girls voice.

“What does that mean?”

“I used the mind control laser on Remy – this afternoon when you were upstairs asleep. She is apart of your family now, honey.”

“Happy birthday!” Remy said giggling. “I’m going to be your birthday present.”

I didn’t know what to think. I needed time to sort out all the possibilities, and there were many possibilities flowing through my head at that point. A part of me was angry that Rebecca had used the laser so frivolously as to turn it on her own sister without first informing me. 

However as I looked at the eighteen-year-old girl across the room from me in those tight jeans my anger subsided and was replaced by a much deeper feeling. 

Sisters!

Little Remy got up and came over to Rebecca and I. She knelt down at my knees and took my hands in her own. She looked almost pleadingly into my eyes. “I’m still a virgin, Pierre. My present to you on your birthday is my virginity.”

Rebecca kissed me on the lips. “I love you, my darling. Happy birthday,” she said.

“Well I’m much honored,” I said in an even voice regaining my composure.

Antoine reentered the parlor with our drink orders. “I tell you what, Antoine,” I said. “Why don’t you take the rest of the evening off, old boy? Go on back to your quarters. Allow the two young ladies and I to have a bit of privacy for the remainder of the evening, will you.”

“Of course, sir,” Antoine said and bowed in his rather idiotic manner. “Good evening, sir. Miss Rebecca. Miss Remy.” And with that he was gone, closing the double doors of the parlor firmly behind him as he left.

I was left alone with the two beautiful young girls. I was already very much in love with Rebecca, but as I stared down at Remy, who was still kneeling on the floor at my feet, and saw all the sparks of life in her I had originally noticed in Rebecca, I could feel myself starting to fall in love with her as well.

“Darling,” Rebecca whispered in my ear after we had kissed some more. “I think it’s time you unwrapped your present,” and saying that her and I both looked down at Remy.

Remy went to the middle of the room and stepped over to the big shaggy rug by the fireplace. The girls had built a nice fire and it was a warm and very cozy setting. Remy motioned for me to come to her.

I took a calm swallow of my martini, and eyed her for a few seconds, wanting to take my time. Those jeans were so tight! Her long black hair sheltered her perky little face. And she was now mine.

Rebecca now got up off my lap and beckoned me to follow her over to the rug by the fireplace and to her little sister. Again, taking my time and enjoying to the full, I slowly rose up off my easy chair and walked across the parlor to my two waiting sweethearts.

I took Rebecca in my arms and kissed her on the lips briefly. “It’s ok, honey,” she told me. “Go ahead.”

Now I approached Remy. She gave me a shy smile that melted my heart and enflamed my desire. “Remy,” I said softly to my new darling, placing my hands lightly on her shoulders. “Is this what you really want, honey?”

“Yes… It is…”

I bent to brush her lips lightly with my own. “Very well, I shall be gentle with you.”

Now I allowed my hands to drop, and I was at the top button of her red plaid shirt. I don’t know how many buttons secured the shirt but slowly oh so very slowly I unbuttoned them all. I moved with confidence and ease, this was fully my environment, and these were my girls.

I pulled the long shirt up out of her jeans for the last few buttons. I could feel, or more accurately sense Remy shiver, as I touched her. There was a palpable and electric feeling of anticipation in the air. The last few buttons fell open like feathers to my touch.

I pulled back Remy’s open shirt. She had on a strapless lace bra. Her skin was so smooth and young, perfect in complexion. 

I slid the shirt back off her shoulders, and she helped to free herself from its grasp. The shirt pooled around her sandals on the rug. The flicker of the fire made her skin seem darker, more exotic. This was like the first time with Rebecca all over again.

I bent to kiss her on the lips. She put her arms around me and took me to her. I found her tongue with mine. My hands ran down her back and to the bottom of her jeans grabbing and pulling her to me.

Finding the clasp to the bra I kissed my way down her neck. I heard her moan softy. The bra opened in my hands. I felt her young breasts in my palms, cupping them. The nipples were a dark red and as erect as I had ever seen a pair of tits in my life. They were larger than Rebecca’s, firmer. The kind I felt could pick up sensation easier and would be more vulnerable to my touch. 

I took a nipple in my mouth, I have no idea which one, but I remember the virgin taste. This was my first time to deflower a woman, and the taste of her young body, its touch against my hands, and the aroma coming off her skin was a sensation I had never experienced before, not even with Rebecca.

I ran my teeth across her erect nipples and felt them actually grow in length in my mouth. Remy was starting to sway in my hold. She was moaning deeply, her breathing heavy. If I had not been holding her up I think she would have swooned and fallen to the rug on the floor. Well, that’s where we would soon end up, but I must take my time first I thought.

Then I felt Rebecca behind me, holding me from behind. She was kissing the back of my neck the way she knew I liked her to do. And then to my amazement she came up with me in front of her baby sister and she took Remy’s other nipple in her mouth. Both Rebecca and I enjoyed fondling and sucking and licking Remy’s ripe young melons.

Rebecca proved to be bolder than I was in her attentions to her sister. She reached down to Remy’s crotch and I could see she was squeezing rather tightly. I had to hold Remy even tighter in my arms as Rebecca did this because it was almost more sensation than the young virgin could with stand.

As I was still fixated on Remy’s delicious breasts Rebecca had kissed her way down Remy’s long, slender belly, teasing her naval with her tongue. Soon the jeans stopped Rebecca’s advance down Remy’s body and Rebecca looked up to me.

“Help me get her pants off, Pierre,” Rebecca said to me.

I kneeled in front of Remy and reached out to unfasten her tight blue jeans, admiring there firm fit to her young body for a last time before exposing the delicacies beneath. Rebecca took Remy in her arms and I was a bit startled to see the two sisters begin to french kiss. I could see their wet tongues playing in and out of each other’s mouths. Rebecca was to share in the deflowering of her sister as much as I it seemed.

I undid the jeans and ran down the zipper. Remy’s little, almost boyish hips, were wiggling about as I tried to take her pants off because of the erotic kiss of her sister. I got a hold of her jeans by each side and ran them down her long legs. Up to this time I had been under good control, but now I could barely stand another minute. My cock was ready to rip open my trousers.

I bent to lower Remy’s jeans past her knees and down to her ankles. At last she began to help me in my efforts to unclothe her and she kicked out of the jeans, kicking them to the corner of the big hearthrug, slipping out of her sandals at the same time. She was before Rebecca and me in thong panties, her body so long and firm.

I stepped back for a moment and watched Rebecca kiss down her sister’s long nearly nude body. Rebecca was as fascinated with those protruding nipples as I was; they were really quite different from her own. She made them wet from running her tongue around them in lapping circles, and I could hear the click of her tongue against the soft mounds of flesh.

Rebecca motioned for me to join them again. I went back to hold Remy, Rebecca also having her arms around the girl. Remy shared French kisses with both her sister and I. The three of us slowly went down to the big hearthrug; the fire warm and comforting and casting shadows highlighting the beauty of Remy’s body.

I was at Remy’s feet on the floor and she faced me. She moved her knees into the air and I reached to her hips to grab hold of her thong panty. I pulled it up over her raised knees and it came off quickly and easily. Remy was totally nude before us now. She had a neatly trimmed bush like Rebecca. Her legs were thin, well muscled and tanned.

Rebecca had gotten up off the rug and was undressing above Remy and I. Remy came full up against me, her back against my chest, and we begin to kiss passionately, so much so that I lost sight of my beloved Rebecca stripping on the rug next to us. Soon I felt rather than saw Rebecca’s naked form sit back down on the floor with us.

Remy spread her legs out wide, and the nude Rebecca crawled right between them, helping herself to a mouth full of Remy’s pussy. I heard more wet lapping sounds, this time they were coming from Remy’s pubic region as Rebecca ate her. I reached around to take Remy’s breasts in both my hands as we kissed.

Remy was moaning very loudly and deeply now, and she took one of my hands off her breasts to hold onto it tightly. Her back was arching under the pussy eating Rebecca was giving her. She was sticking her pelvis out into the air and Rebecca was grabbing her around the hips and holding her still so that her tongue could roam further between her spread thighs.

All this while I was on the floor fully clothed with the two naked sisters. I can’t begin to tell you the enjoyment I took from that moment. Unless you had been there and seen the glory of those two young girls in their birthday suites it is a sight I am not able to articulate enough to describe to you.

I held Remy in my arms, her back against my chest, my one hand cupping her breast, fingering the nipple, my other holding her hand tightly as she withstood the pleasure Rebecca was causing between her legs. For her part, Rebecca was on her hands and knees, her face buried in Remy’s pussy. Remy held her mouth open and was panting, and I saw sweat begin to pour down from her brow.

Rebecca peeked up from between Remy’s legs and I got a good look at her for the first time. Her face was literally covered in Remy’s vaginal secretions and was glistening wet. She replaced her mouth with a few fingers, bringing her hand around from Remy’s behind and placing it over her pubic mound. 

“She’s delicious, honey,” Rebecca told me as she fingered Remy’s pussy lips. “Come on down here and try it.”

Rebecca held her hand out to me. I gently set Remy’s head down on the rug. The poor young girl was almost totally out of it now. She was still moaning, and her head was swaying from side to side.

Rebecca and I stood up and she began to unbutton my shirt. My hands ran up and down her naked back as she undressed me, cupping her buttocks lovingly. Rebecca’s nipples now played across my chest as she discarded my shirt on the floor with Remy’s and her own clothing. Soon she had freed my erection from out of my pants. I helped her take my pants off and the two of us took hands and went back to Remy on the floor, now both as naked as she was.

Remy looked up at my penis as I got between her outstretched legs. I saw her eyes go wide. Perhaps she had never seen the male erection before.

Holding my erection aside for a moment I bent down and brought Remy’s tight little pelvis up to my face, getting a good close up view of her eighteen-year-old vagina for the first time. Oh she was a tight little hold down there. I ran my tongue around her pink vaginal lips and stretched my body out on the floor to get a better grip on her tight young body. She was very wet, her secretions tasting like honey to my tongue.

Then I felt nice, warm and wet lips go around my cock head, and my shaft being swallowed, a tongue licking the underside. Rebecca had taken my cock from my hands and had gotten to her knees to give me head. Rebecca deep throated me as I ate Remy’s pussy.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! This was heaven.

Regaining my knees and a position over Remy, Rebecca took my cock out of her mouth and cradled my cock in her hands. I gripped Remy by her knees and positioned her for my entry into her womanhood.

I held Remy’s knees wide apart, and she assisted me by hiking them in the air, her feet held high. Rebecca reached between her sister’s legs and parted her vaginal lips for me, the inside was moist and red, inviting me into it with a sweet/sticky and wet aroma of innocence giving way to sex.

I positioned just above her and held for a second looking down at her young, sweaty face, already worn out and exhausted from all Rebecca and I had done with her, and with so many more sensations yet to experience. I brushed her sweat-dampened hair back across her brow and looked into her brown eyes.

“You all right, Remy?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she answered in a far away voice. “I’m ready, darling.”

It was Rebecca that made the final insertion of my penis into Remy. I didn’t even need to move. Rebecca held me with one hand on my shaft and guided me from behind with the other hand pressing on my buttocks to move forward.

Remy gave a yelp. I know I hurt her. Though wet, her snatch was so small, just a little oval between her legs waiting to be taken. Her body jerked beneath me, and I lowered myself onto her, holding her back from her struggles in my arms, my mouth finding her neck and giving a passionate kiss to sooth the pain.

I held myself to Remy, and held stiff inside her womb, not moving, not wanting to cause any more pain. Rebecca now let me go and left me to have my own way down there between her sister’s legs. She climbed around our attached bodies on the rug and sat at Remy’s head, taking her head in her nude lap. I could now get a good view between Rebecca’s slightly parted legs and could see her vaginal opening. I could also smell her secretions and see by the firelight a single line of her juice run down from between her legs and onto her tanned and muscled thigh.

Now Remy reached around me and held me in her arms. She looked up into my eyes, and she didn’t have to speak. I knew that she had gotten use to my insertion in her body and was now ready to experience her first fuck. And I was ready to give her a first fuck.

Arching back my hips I slowly withdrew my cock. I heard Remy sigh beneath me. Rebecca rubbed sweat from her sister’s forehead and braced her for her first sexual climax. 

Then I moved forward back into Remy and deep. Since she was smaller than Rebecca there was a feeling of having penetrated her all the way up into her womb. Remy screamed. Rebecca held her back down as she arched her back to meet my thrust.

With all my self-control gathered into my muscles and drawing heavily from my reserve strength I began a rhythm of thrust-jab-jab-thrust-jab-jab. Remy went wild beneath me. She screamed loudly and urgently. Her nails raked my back as I vaulted into her. Rebecca controlled her by holding her shoulders, and taking a breast in her hand. Remy’s chest was heaving, her breath out of control.

I caught Remy by her feet and forced them further apart so that I could grind deeper in her, my pelvis grinding up against her neatly trimmed vulva. I looked deeply into her eyes. She returned my gaze. I gave a quick deep jab that hit a sensitive zone up inside her. She let out another scream. Trying to move her head and body under my penetration, Rebecca held Remy down to the floor and tried to keep her calm.

I placed Remy’s legs up over my shoulders as I bore down on her, starting to pump in a faster rhythm, but still doing a fine job of controlling myself. I could smell the scent of our sex. I could smell the difference in the air as Rebecca’s scent mixed with the powerful scent of her sister. Rebecca spread her legs to give me a good view of her parted vagina as she cradled Remy’s head against her thighs. 

I focused on Rebecca’s by now familiar vaginal opening, the bright red beneath her nub as I fucked her sister with all of my strength. I caught Rebecca’s eye. She smiled at me. This drove me wild as I plunged inside Remy as hard as I could. Remy was screaming uncontrollably now.

I felt my climax building and realized that Remy’s vagina was contracting around my thrusting penis as she experienced her first orgasm, her juices fully letting go. I held her by the ankles and pounded her with all my might. This was perhaps the deepest and hardest intercourse that I had ever had to date in my life.




Laser Control Ch. 2



My balls contracted inside me as I rammed myself into the writhing body of Remy beneath me. I chanced a few more deep thrusts reluctant to leave the delicate folds of this young girl.

Then I withdrew completely. Rebecca, by this time knowing my sexual habits well knew what was coming and rose to her knees before me. 

My cock jerked. I took hold of it at the base and pointed. Rebecca opened her mouth wide. The jizim erupted from me. The sperm flew onto Rebecca, just missing her mouth. Gobs of semen fell down to Remy, splashing on her stomach and mixing with her pubic hair.

Rebecca leaned forward and took my still stiff cock in her mouth and milked me. Her tongue cleaned me off, dribbles of white flowing down her chin as it escaped the corners of her mouth. Her hands held me beneath my balls, cupping them with a gentle pressure as if she was trying to bring more of my essence from me.

“What about your pleasure, my darling?” I asked her.

“Remy will help me to get off,” she told me with confidence, as she licked the tip of my cock head.

And then I noticed that Rebecca had not only positioned herself where she could clean me off with her mouth as she knew I liked, but she had also spread her legs over Remy and was straddling her face.

Rebecca sat down on top of her sister’s face, bringing her opening above her mouth. Remy was still only half conscious after the pounding I had just given her, but she was aware enough to know what was needed. I got a good view as I stared down Remy’s body and between Rebecca’s thighs.

Remy opened her mouth, and I saw her tongue come out. She was tentative at first, but Rebecca was ready to come and the first touch along her vagina with Remy’s tongue sent chills up her by now ultra sensitive body. Rebecca stopped sucking on me for a few seconds as she experienced the first touch to her female entrance.

Amazingly enough I felt my cock, which had started to become flaccid after my ejaculation, begin to return to life inside Rebecca’s mouth. Her saliva was moistening me, and I found that I was still very sensitive. I suppose it also had something to do with watching Remy slowly eat Rebecca. Whatever, it felt very nice and I was unused to regaining my erection so quickly after intercourse.

Rebecca sucked me in and within two minutes I was as hard as I had been during my fuck of Remy. The young sister was now taking hold of Rebecca’s buttocks. Remy tongued Rebecca’s vagina. Now it was Rebecca’s turn to start to moan, her sound echoing out from around my cock, still deeply held in her mouth. 

Remy entered Rebecca with her out held tongue, her saliva mixing with the vaginal secretions of her sister. Rebecca began to move her hips around in a small “O” around Remy’s mouth, bringing close contact to her most sensitive private spots. I knew what Rebecca enjoyed and I could tell from the look on her face as she sucked my cock that she was nearing a strong climax of her own.

The sound of the lapping of Rebecca’s pussy, and the slurping down of cock in her mouth blended together in the air with the pungent smell of my previous ejaculation and the girls pussy juices. I was normally not very vocal while making love, but now I found myself starting to moan with Rebecca. It was very nice to think as she sucked on me and gave me unbelievable pleasure that she now had someone to reciprocate and give her the same pleasure.

I could see Rebecca’s thigh muscles start to contract strongly and hold Remy’s face between her legs. The contractions within her vagina were essentially so strong that they were visible to me as I watched her lips quiver. Remy had her tongue a good two or three inches up inside Rebecca now and had brought her to the threshold of a nearly unbearable orgasm.

Rebecca started to back off my penis, but I was also about to come and so I reached down and held her head to my groin and she dutifully continued to suck me.

I cried out and experienced my second ejaculation in less than ten minutes. I felt my semen pour down Rebecca’s throat. I heard her gag a little from the on slot, but in truth after my first milking of the evening I didn’t have much left in me to give.

Then as she climaxed, Rebecca was forced to take my cock out of her mouth and let loose a wild scream of her own. Her scream was primal, and I knew she had been totally fulfilled. My come ran down her chin in three long rivers.

Rebecca grabbed a hold of me and shivered deeply. I think she lost consciousness for a moment while in my arms, and I could see Remy was not letting up on her. She continued to lick and suck and tease between her legs.

Now it was my turn to hold Rebecca tightly against my body as she experienced a string of the most intense orgasms I had ever felt her have, and I realized the most intense she had probably ever had. She screamed and writhed in my arms. All the while she held her little nub to the face of her sister and was eaten.

At last Rebecca couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled up her long angular leg and climbed over Remy’s face and fell into my arms in a total swoon. I lowered her to the floor with me. With my free arm I reached out for Remy. She gladly snuggled up to me and into my grasp. Finding one of my nipples she sucked on it as a pacifier while falling into a deep sleep in my arms.

I lay awake for a few more minutes feeling the gentle rise and fall of the sister’s chests against me. All was silent except for the crackling of the fire. The smell of our lovemaking dominated the air. Soon I lost consciousness and was asleep with the girls.

*****

The fire burned itself out sometime in the night and I awoke to find the sisters, one in each arm, cuddled up to me. Their nude bodies were so warm and comforting to my touch. I heard a morning bird cooing outside and realized the sun had probably already come up.

Still naked myself, I climbed up off the floor. I watched as the two girls held onto each other in my absence and continued to sleep softly. Though still asleep Rebecca moved her hand down to fondle her sister’s buttocks. Remy’s head was up snugly against Rebecca’s big round breasts.

I went upstairs and stayed in the shower for twenty minutes, wiping away the sexual secretions from all three of our bodies from the night past. My mind was numb and I was thinking absolutely nothing, still too exhausted.

After I dressed I went down to the dinning room and had Antoine serve me breakfast. After about half an hour the two girls joined me. They had both showered and dressed and looked fresh and even exhilarated after our carnal night together. 

“Are you mad I didn’t tell you about bringing Remy to live here?” Rebecca asked me after Antoine had served them.

“I was at first,” I said honestly. “Now I am rather confused.”

“Remy and I have always been the closest of sisters. That is one thing I regretted when you brought me out here to live. I was afraid I would loose her in my life. Now I never shall.”

“You know the laser is very powerful, Rebecca. You could have done great harm to your sister.”

“I know how to control the laser and use it as well as you, Pierre.”

“I believe you do. But tell me how exactly you programmed Remy. I never knew her before. I don’t know how much she has been changed.”

“I am yours,” Rebecca said, and I thought I detected some sadness in her voice. “However, just as I am yours, Remy is now mine. I am your slave, and Remy is the slave of a slave.”

Remy sat and ate her breakfast, hardly paying any notice to our conversation. The smile on her face was content and deeply satisfied.

“You programmed Remy’s altered personality to love and obey you, Rebecca?” I asked.

“Just as you did in me.”

“This could be dangerous,” I said. “What will people think with two young sisters living out here with me? I had a hard enough time to explain you, but I’ll never be able to explain your sister.”

“We’ll deal with the questions if and when anyone asks them. In the mean time let’s enjoy the life we have together,” Rebecca said and took my hand in hers. With her other hand she took a hold of Remy. The young sister smiled at both of us.

My future might be about to unravel. What if the outside world knew what I was doing out here? My destruction would surely follow. The sheriff had already been out to pay me a visit because of Rebecca’s disappearance, and now with Remy living here…

I felt a bit like Dr. Frankenstein. Except that I now had two beautiful brides.

Rebecca was a wise girl, and she was right, all I could do was enjoy and wait to see what happened next…



Laser Control Ch. 3



I surveyed my land, wearing a light leather jacket. The weather was starting to turn cold, and as I walked across the many acres of my land I took in the pleasant scenery of the desert. The sun was out and shining brightly above me on top of the high blue sky. This was big and beautiful land; beautiful to me because of the isolation it afforded me to perform my work.

However, I was not alone that day. The man walking with me was a big Texan, he was easily six four and probably weighted close to three hundred pounds, with graying thinning hair he was older than I and in his fifties. This man was Miles Vaughn, and he was the Chairman and Chief Operating Officer of the corporation that had given me millions of dollars over the past several years so that I could develop a mind control laser.

“I own some land like this down in Texas,” Vaughn told me as we walked across the desert. “I’ve turned my property into a functioning ranch. We’ve got horses and a few dozen head of cattle. Your land out here in Nevada seems desolate, rather barren to me in comparison.”

“I prefer it that way,” I said mildly, this was my boss after all. “But I produce scientific results on my land just like you produce cattle, and I think that’s what you and I are both interested in, Miles.”

“You’ve done well, Pierre,” Vaughn said giving me a hard slap on the back. “Maybe too good, and I think its time we took your laser to the FDA for government approval to start marketing.”

“I was afraid you might say that, Miles.”

“Goddamn it, don’t be afraid, Pierre. Be happy you have given us results. We don’t keep spending money on those who don’t provide results. You’ve done that. Now it’s time that we make some money off this invention of yours.”

“My mind control laser is still in the system testing phase. I am definitely not ready for the public to test it yet.”

“Nonsense! You know Pierre, you aren’t the only smart person I have working for me. Back at Corporate headquarters I’ve got some other fellows with pretty high IQ’s themselves. They’ve read all of your analysis documents.”

“Why then they must realize we aren’t ready for the public test phase yet.”

“Pierre, I think you’ve been holding back on me,” Vaughn said and stopped in his tracks to look me directly in the eye. I found myself intimidated by the big man, and I didn’t like the feeling. You see I was into controlling, and not being controlled by others. 

“The boy’s in my lab back at headquarters have read between the lines,” Vaughn continued. “They think your laser is safe from causing any harm to the test subject. Further more they think your laser may have some unique properties we didn’t even expect when we began this project.”

“I… I don’t understand,” I stammered.

Vaughn patted me on the back again and we resumed our walk through the desert. “Don’t get me wrong, Pierre. I am not blaming you for wanting to go slow and trying to hold back. That’s why I trust you, because you have a conservative nature to go along with your high IQ. But my job is to make money for this organization, and my friend you have something here that will make us a major player in any of several lucrative markets.”

“My laser was designed to help individuals with psychological problems such as depression. I have always envisioned it as the twenty-first century’s answer to shock treatment. As you know one of my degrees is in psychology and it was to this field I wanted to contribute.”

“My boy’s tell me that the way you’ve combined the laser with your computer programming out here at your lab you have the ability to control a persons mind,” as Vaughn said this we both stopped in our tracks once again and stared at each other.

What Vaughn said was true. I did have the ability to control a persons mind through my laser. In fact, I could reprogram the very core of a human beings personality and make them into whatever I wanted them to become. I could create a helpless servant out of a once brilliant scientist as I had done with Antoine who now worked for me as a kind of butler.

I could also change a beautiful young girl into my adoring sex slave as I had done with Rebecca White who had been my lab assistant but who was now my lover and constant companion. Then there was Rebecca’s sister. Rebecca had used the laser on her own sister when she was an innocent young high school graduate. Now she was not so innocent anymore.

“Pierre, I no longer am planning to market this laser of yours as a health care product. I’ve got some big boy’s in the Pentagon interested. This could be a major weapon for them, and it could make this entire company a major defense contractor.”

“No-no… you have over estimated the capabilities of my laser,” I tried lying to him. Actually I had been submitting false reports to the company for months now as my progress took me into the realms of absolute mind control, but my reports continued to show a useful but not very interesting health care product in the early stages of development.

“This laser was meant to replace Prozac, not the Hydrogen Bomb,” I pleaded with Vaughn.

“Nevertheless you have stumbled onto something here, Pierre,” Vaughn told me, and there was a kind of lust in his eyes as he thought about all the possibilities. “The ability to control a persons mind is the ultimate power, and now my corporation controls that power because of you.”

I was stunned by Vaughn’s words, and as we walked back to my home I knew that my worst fears had come true. I was about to loose control of my life long work. I cared nothing about the money Vaughn was waving in front of me. I was only interested in the results of my work, and the power of controlling those individuals I chose. I resolved to stop Vaughn at all costs from carrying out his plan to take the laser from me.

Vaughn’s daughter greeted us out on the porch of my large home that was nearly a mansion. She was a very attractive girl of about twenty. She was the type of perky energetic girl who I knew probably was on the cheerleading squad in college. She was very slender, and in this way looked very unlike her dad, and she had shoulder length blonde hair. She wore a light colored min dress that day, and this added to her attractiveness. 

Vaughn seemed to dote on his daughter as if the world began an ended with her person. For her part, his beautiful young daughter seemed to be bored by my home and the surrounding desert, bored by my work, bored by me and most of all bored by her father. 

“Ever notice this place is kind of creepy, dad?” Brit asked her father as we came up onto the front porch.

“Shush, Cheese Cake,” Vaughn told his daughter. “We had a delightful walk, and a good talk,” he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

Antoine, my faithful servant came out onto the porch where he had set up a table for my visitors. He was pouring a pitcher of iced tea into three glasses set around the table. A vacant look was in his eyes, but there had always been a vacant look in his eyes ever since my first experiment on his mind.

“Come and sit down on the porch and have some tea,” Vaughn patted me on the back and led me to a nice table set on the big porch surrounding my home. “Your servant Antoine is so capable.”

“Yes,” I said. “Antoine is one of a kind I would say, and you know good help is so hard to find in this economy.”

“Who is he?” Vaughn asked, and I thought he said this with a hint of suspicion in his voice. “He looks familiar to me, like maybe I saw him somewhere before he became a butler.”

“Antoine has those classical features. One would think he might have inspired to be more in life, but he is satisfied serving me out here,” I answered and then hoped we would move onto a different subject.

We sat down at the table and a nice fresh breeze blew on us. Antoine had poured us all some tea. This was a very ideal setting. A nice successful family man such as Vaughn and his beautiful young daughter made the scene so pleasant I almost forgot in what a bad predicament I found myself.

“Pierre has come a long way with his project,” Vaughn announced to his daughter. “He is on the verge of putting our company on the map once and for all.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Pierre,” Brit said giving me a friendly smile. “But this looks more like the set for a science fiction movie than one of daddies investments.”

“I hope that you all are not disappointed,” I said, trying to keep the tension out of my voice.

“No! You can bet on it,” Vaughn said giving a big gut wrenching Texas laugh. “As a matter of fact you can bet the farm on it, and we have.” Vaughn said and laughed. I tried to answer him with a meek smile of my own.

“That’s just my daddies sweat way of saying he’s got you by the balls, Pierre,” Brit said in her sophisticated southern voice.

“It’s nice of you to invite my whole family out here to the your place, Pierre,” Vaughn said reviewing the desert panorama laid out before us.

“You’re the boss, Miles. Whatever I can do for you is my pleasure.”

Vaughn’s son was off sight seeing around my land with the two girls, and just then they came into view from around the side of my house. The son was a big boy like his father, but somewhat bordering on the fat side. I had asked my two “Girls” Rebecca who was the love of my life, and her younger sister Remy to show Brandon, Vaughn’s son about my property. Now their excursion for the morning was finished and they came to join us on the porch.

Father and son hit each other on the shoulder in a macho type manner. “What’s the good word, Brandon?” Vaughn asked his son.

“Oh it’s just desert, dad,” Brandon said, and then I saw him look at Remy and smile. “But some views are better than others.” At once the infatuation on the young mans face became obvious to me. So, Brandon Vaughn found my Remy of interest. This gave me something to ponder.

Rebecca came over to my side and we shared a brief kiss on the mouth. I had already explained to Vaughn that Rebecca had worked the summer for me as my lab assistant and then told him we had fallen in love and that she had decided to stay and live with me and help with my work. I didn’t, of course, tell him all the details of just how I had won the love of the beautiful young woman away from her former boyfriend.

As for Remy, I had just told Vaughn that she was out here visiting her sister. Before Vaughn arrived I had told Antoine to move Remy’s belongings to a spare room of the house. The sisters and I normally shared my bedroom, but I didn’t think it prudent for Vaughn to discover this fact.

“Maybe you can show us your laser sometime tonight?” Brandon asked me a little bit too eagerly.

“Good idea, son,” Vaughn said. “Why don’t you do that, Pierre?”

“I don’t think it would be such a good idea.”

“Why not? I’ve paid for the whole goddamn thing after all. I’d like to see what I’ve put my money into.”

“Well how can I refuse since you put it that way?”

“Hey dad maybe you can get Pierre to show us a live experiment with the laser,” Brandon said. I was starting to dislike this young man.

“Good idea! How about it, Pierre?”

“That would be most unwise.”

“Bull shit! Do a little trick for my kids and I after dinner!”

A small look came to my face and I was left with nothing to say. I looked over at Rebecca who was now sitting at my side. She gave me one of her beautiful and reassuring smiles and this gave me the strength to get through the rest of that dreadful afternoon with Vaughn and his two children.

***

I spent the rest of the afternoon watching Brandon ogle the tight jeans Remy was wearing and I knew that he would have liked to get inside those jeans. That was a pleasure I’d had on more than one occasion, but I didn’t relish the thought of this over weight boy with Remy. I held Rebecca to me and with her at my side we served as the most polite of hosts as the rest of the day wore on.

I also noticed that whenever Brit was around her father he seemed to be less of a severe asshole than he was the rest of the time. He was always joking with her and the two of them seemed to have formed quite a bond since the death of his wife that had occurred several years before. Most of the attention came from Vaughn to the daughter and she seemed to be a little bored at times by her middle aged father. 

I showed them my lab, but had sealed the laser and all it’s attendant equipment off in another room of my basement and I left this room off limits and was praying we could get through the entire visit without them discovering it’s existence.

***

“It’s not so bad as all of that, honey,” Rebecca told me as she gave me a very relaxing massage that afternoon when our guests were freshening up for dinner. 

Rebecca was naked and sitting on my back with her long legs draped over me. I was lying on my stomach and could feel the wetness from her female opening as it rested on the small of my back. She really had learned how to give me a wonderful massage and I was relaxing with her fingers rubbing the muscles on my back as we discussed our annoying and potentially dangerous houseguests.

“That man has the power to ruin me and there is nothing I can do to stop him,” I told Rebecca as she stroked between my shoulder blades.

“You don’t have any control in this situation,” Rebecca said kissing along the back of my neck. “I think it’s the powerlessness of the situation that really has you frightened, darling.”

“You are right as usual, Rebecca. I am a control freak. That’s why I developed the laser in the first place, so that I could control other people.”

“Like you control me now?”

“I hate for you to put it that way – but yes.”

“Did you ever think you might have just asked me out on a date instead of zapping my brain with a laser beam?”

“Why I’d never really thought about it,” I said and found it interesting how Rebecca and I could have a conversation like this with out a trace of hard feelings on her side. “If I had what do you suppose you would have said?”

She hesitated, and I knew the answer wouldn’t be good. “I really don’t know,” she said, and I think she was trying to be honest. “It’s been so long since I thought like the old me I can’t really remember what I actually thought like back then.”

“Anyhow you are right about me wanting to control people. And Miles Vaughn is one man I can’t control.”

“Did you see the way his son was looking at Remy?”

“I most certainly did. The boy’s a big idiot like his father is.”

“You know, Pierre we might be able to use Remy to our advantage in this situation.”

“How would you feel about that, my dear?” I asked Rebecca because it was she who controlled Remy’s mind, and not me. Rebecca had reprogrammed Remy’s mind using my laser, and Remy had become somewhat like a sheep dog in the way she followed Rebecca around and did her every bidding for her. And since I was in control of Rebecca the situation had worked out rather well for me. The house had seemed a lot fuller since the eighteen-year-old Remy had come to live with us.

“If Remy can help you any than I’ll have her do it,” Rebecca said as she massaged lower down my spine. “We know what the son wants. Now we need to find out what it is the father wants.”

“He wants to take my laser from me and sell it to the Defense Department – that’s what the old boy wants!”

“Calm down, darling. I mean what does he want besides that.”

“The man is a business animal. He lives for the deal and closing the next big contract. I am afraid I will have no choice but to give him my laser. That’ll mean it’s all over.”

“I wish you could find a way to control him, too.”

“Rebecca, my love,” I said turning around and looking up at her position mounted on my back, her bare C cups were standing out firmly from her chest, the nipples red and hard. “Vaughn already knows I have a mind control laser. I hardly think he is going to let me strap him onto the table and aim the laser at him.”

“I don’t mean the laser. There are other ways of controlling peoples minds.”

“Such as, my dear?”

“My last year in grad school before I came out here, I had a physics professor who hated me. She was an elderly woman and I couldn’t use any of my sweet girlish charms on her. She was failing me in the course and I had to make at least a B in her class.”

“So what did you do?”

“I got to know her very well. I learned everything about her. What she liked. What she wanted. What she needed and didn’t have. Everyone has something they want. I simply found out what it was with her and I gave it to her.”

“What did she want?”

Rebecca broke out laughing and grabbed a hold of me for a moment, her nipples touching my back. “It really worked out great! The old bitch wanted to invest her money outside of the market since it had been tumbling so much recently. I didn’t know much about investing but Ian did. I got her to go out to diner with us one night and he talked her into investing in the company he was starting up. He sold it to her like it was an IPO.”

Ian had been Rebecca’s fiancé before she had come to me. I thought I detected a note of bittersweet in her voice as she spoke his name. Or maybe it was just my paranoid mind. I had really stolen a lot from Rebecca and as my reward for the theft I had her undying love.

“So how did the investment work out?” I asked as she went back to my massage.

“Well, I got an A in the course,” She said as she scooted down to sit on top of my thighs and began to rub my buttocks. “I guess I’ll never find out how her investment came out… Here sweaty, spread your legs. It’s time for my special treatment.”

“I think I get your point, Rebecca.”

“The point is that maybe you can find another bargaining chip with Vaughn and use it to keep your laser,” Rebecca said as she bent down to me.

“I like the way you think, my love… oh god yes, honey… oh yes…”

Rebecca was between my ass cheeks and licking about with her tongue. I loved this part of the massage best. She soon found my anus and began to lick and kiss and all the cares of the day seemed to drift away.

***

The dinner hour arrived and Rebecca and I went down to a formal dinner Antoine had prepared. Vaughn and his two children arrived from their rooms soon after we did and Antoine poured us all a thirty-year-old French Red I had been saving for just such an occasion.

“I like a man who knows his wine,” Vaughn said taking the fist sip. “A toast to a successful FDA test, quick approval and lot’s of DOD interest in our mind control laser.”

I raised my glass and gave a smile at the odious toast. “I was hoping we wouldn’t have to discuss business tonight, Miles,” I told him.

“Oh daddy, please lets not talk business, it is so boring,” Brit told her father, and I could see this did it for him. From that point on during dinner the conversation would be about other topics beside business.

“You remember my late wife, don’t you Pierre?” Vaughn asked me after we were seated at the dinner table and Antoine was serving the first course.

“I had the pleasure of meeting her when you first invested in my work. That seems like ages ago.”

“When I lost her it was very hard for me,” Vaughn said digging into his salad with the appetite of a man of his large size.

“It was hard for Brandon and I too, dad,” Brit put in.

“Of course it was Cheese Cake, but you guys were old enough at that time. You’ve both moved away from home since then and started to make life’s on your own, but I lost a life partner.”

“Some tragedy’s always are with us it would seem,” I said.

“Now you know Pierre, Rebecca, I’ve just got to ask you all,” Vaughn said pointing his fork between the two of us. I was seated at one end of the table and Rebecca was seated at the opposite end. “How did you two ever hit it off? I mean the difference in your ages and backgrounds and all. It must have been hard.”




Laser Control Ch. 3



“Not hard at all, Miles,” Rebecca said coming to my defense as she always did. “I fell in love with Pierre right from the first and he with me.”

“Pierre, you are one lucky son of a bitch! You know that don’t you?” Vaughn had already wolfed his salad down and Antoine was removing the plate from in front of him.

“I don’t believe in luck, Miles. A man such as myself makes his own luck in the world.”

“I suppose that’s why you never got married all these years, Pierre. You were waiting for this little honey to come your way.”

“I never had time for relationships with all of my work.”

“Looks like your work finally paid off for you,” Vaughn said and gave a wink to Rebecca. “You two lovers going to get hitched?”

“Rebecca and I have never discussed marriage,” I said. “Our work is everything to us.”

“No, we haven’t,” Rebecca, said with one of her golden smiles in my direction. “But I’d marry Pierre in a second if he asked me.”

Vaughn gave a little grunt and laughed, but I could see the jealousy just below the surface.

The main course arrived and I was amused to watch both Vaughn and his son eat with hearty appetites. I never knew Antoine was such a good cook until that moment. On the opposite extreme, Brit ate like the proper young lady she had been bred to be. Twice through out the meal I caught Vaughn smiling over at his daughter, only to have her look more bored for his efforts.

“How long will you be out here in the desert with your sister and Dr. Koenig?” Brandon asked Remy when we were half way through the meal.

Remy didn’t know what to say. She never seemed to know what to say anymore and this alarmed me. Rebecca was not as talented in the uses of the laser reprogramming as I was, and her first creation with the laser, Remy though beautiful, was not turning out so well. Again perhaps I was just being paranoid. I had never known Remy before her reprogramming and perhaps she had never been the smartest of people. I just didn’t like the vacant stare she gave Brandon.

“Remy will be staying on for a few more weeks at least, Brandon,” Rebecca said, and once again saved the day. What a marvel my Rebecca was.

Antoine served us the dessert and then another glass of wine. Vaughn lit up a Cuban Cigar and puffed his smoke liberally about my dinning room. I didn’t like the way he pointed the cigar at me when he spoke.

“You going to show us that laser of yours after diner like you promised, Pierre?” 

“I already showed you my lab this afternoon. I thought that…”

“Bull fucking shit! You showed us what you wanted us to see. I’m talking about the real McCoy, not some proto type you rigged up to show the tourists.”

I gave a slight nod of my head as if to say I was defeated. Vaughn just laughed at me and his big gut shook underneath the tablecloth. He got up from the table and as he did so his two children rose up with him.

“Why don’t you kids go out and watch the stars in the desert,” he dismissed his children. “Pierre and I are going to discuss business and he is going to fucking show me that mind control laser I’ve been paying for him to build all these years.”

“Come on, dad,” Brit protested. “This part would be interesting. I’d like to see it, too.”

“Not this time, Cheese Cake. You do like daddy says and run on along. Pierre and I are going to have us some good ole boy talking now.”

“Oh all right, dad. Come on Brandon,” Brit said leading her brother towards my back door.

“I’ll be just out back if you need me, dad,” Brandon reassured his father. Vaughn gave him a pat on the back.

“Rebecca, you accompany me and Miles into the lab, and why don’t you ask Remy to go outside with Brandon and Brit,” I instructed.

“Remy,” Rebecca said to her sister, and Remy only listened when Rebecca was talking to her. “Go on outside with these two. I’ll see you in a little while.”

Remy nodded and followed the Vaughn children outside. I was struck once more with the picture of a beautiful walking zombie as the young girl blindly did as she was told.

I led the way down to the basement, turning on some dim lighting, as the three of us made our way down the steep stairs to my laboratory. A door creaked on its hinges as I opened up the outer room. There was nothing but darkness beyond this and I would have preferred to keep it that way, but Vaughn stood behind me with all his authority.

“You really want to see this, Miles, and know the full truth?”

“You damn straight I do!”

“Then follow me. Rebecca please get the lighting.” I opened up the door after removing the triple lock I had placed on the outside. Not even Rebecca had the key anymore. After what she had done with Remy I couldn’t even trust her with the power of this room.

The laser set where it always had, standing on a tripod on the floor and aimed at the table where the subject (victim) lay during the procedure. The straps on the table and the prongs that held the subjects head were made of metal and shinned from the overhead florescent lighting. Over in the corner set the computer where I could program the laser intensity and probing depth and thus achieve the personality change in the individual lying on the table.

“There it is, Miles.”

Vaughn stepped over to look at my life’s work, but I noticed that even with all his bravado he did not get too close. “I know what this thing can do,” he stated simply.

“You are right, Miles. I have been lying to you. I didn’t want anyone to know what I had come across out here. I don’t think it’s time to take this to the outside world.”

“You’ve progressed a long way since you fried poor old Antoine,” Vaughn said, and I am sure the shock was visible on my face. I did not think anyone else knew of my experiment on Antoine and now here it was thrown in my face by the worst of all possible opponents. “Oh I have my sources, Pierre,” he told me.

I didn’t even respond. I looked over at Rebecca and she looked as alarmed as I did.

“And Pierre I also know about Rebecca,” Vaughn said, dropping another bomb on me. “You don’t really think I’m gonna buy this shit about a girl who is twenty-three years younger than you falling in love at first sight. No offence friend, but you aren’t exactly Mel Gibson.”

“You have me, Miles. Are you going to call the police or just take the laser from me?”

“I’m fixing to do what I always do, and that’s get what I want.”

“What do you really want?” this was Rebecca who now spoke for the first time since we had entered the lab. “That laser can give you whatever you really want, and don’t just think about the profit you can make. If you let Pierre and I keep it and continue our work out here maybe we can give you something better than what’s on the bottom line in your corporate accounts.”

Vaughn was really interested in what Rebecca had to say, and for the first time I let myself have a ray of hope. Maybe…

“What can you give me?” Vaughn asked, and he actually posed the question to Rebecca and not me.

“We can give you anything,” Rebecca said.

“Let me keep my work going just as it has been and I’ll do whatever you want me to, Miles,” I said, and though I’m embarrassed to admit, I was groveling at this moment.

Then Vaughn smiled. A thought had just occurred to him, and he knew exactly what he wanted me to do. When I heard what it was I was shocked, but left in a position where I agreed to do exactly as he had asked.

***

I waited in the office that was set off from my lab. Rebecca waited with me. We both were imbibing freely from the French Red we had opened earlier, after all this entire evening had been one big nightmare for us, and so getting drunk seemed an appropriate response.

“What time will this start?” I asked Rebecca.

“Soon, honey,” she answered and bent over to kiss my forehead. “You have succeeded like you always do. This is the solution we have been looking for. Stop feeling so bad.”

“I don’t know if I have succeeded yet. I won’t know until this little show commences,” and saying this I looked over at a couple of TV monitors that were positioned in front of us in the office. They showed black and white images of two different rooms in my home above us. I had security cameras hidden in every room of my home and could watch all the action from down here in the basement.

Camera one showed us Vaughn in his bedroom. He was a guest in my nicest spare room. He had just exited from the adjoining bathroom and was toweling off from a late night shower. As he dried his big bears body off I thought that he looked just as menacing as ever, and prayed silently that this plan would work.

Camera two allowed Rebecca and I to view a hallway that led down the east wing of my second story. All of the doors were closed as I panned the camera down the corridor, and I knew that spare rooms were behind each of those doors. No one was currently in this picture, but we were expecting some action there soon.

Just as I was beginning to jump out of my skin from the long wait and was starting to feel a familiar bout with my own paranoia coming on two figures moved into view of camera two from the end of the hallway. My plan was starting.

Remy and Brandon walked down the hall. Remy walked ahead of the big college football linebacker with that vacant look on her face. Brandon was behind her a couple of paces and watching her butt move inside those tight fitting jeans. They didn’t look like they had become very close.

“So is this your room?” Brandon asked Remy, sticking his hands inside his pockets self-consciously. 

“Yes,” was all poor Remy could bring as a response.

“It’s kind of early. You want to maybe go back downstairs and do something for awhile?”

“No.”

“Oh,” the disappointment was evident on the pudgy face. “Well I guess I’ll say good night then.”

“Brandon,” Remy said turning to him from her bedroom doorway. The big guy jumped around at attention. “Would you like to come in and have sex?”

“What?” he asked, not thinking he heard her correctly.

“Do you want to come into my room and have sex with me?”

There was a second of surprised silence. Then, “Fuck – yes!” Brandon said rushing back down the hallway and up to Remy.

Remy held the door open for Brandon and he hurried inside with her. She closed the door behind them, and I immediately switched the camera two view to Remy’s bedroom. The image was even clearer in here because the room was small.

Brandon stood and watched Remy as she moved over to the side of her bed. He had been dumb struck by her words and the speed with which this night had just picked up for him. Also, I suspected this was his first time to get laid and he was not too sure what he should do next.

Nothing could have distracted Rebecca and I from watching camera two accept for action on camera one, and right at that moment we got our first. Vaughn looked up, as did Rebecca and I, when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. He wrapped the bath towel around his large mid section and strode across the carpeting of the room to get the door.

“Who the…” he opened the door with an angry glare, but then soften as he saw who it was. “Cheese Cake!” he exclaimed, and his voice had the first happy note I think I had ever heard in it.

“Can I come in and talk to you for awhile, daddy?” Brit asked, batting her big lashes up at her fathers hulking figure.

“You sure can, Cheese Cake. Come right on in here,” and holding the door open for her she came past her father standing in his towel and walked over to sit down on the king sized bed of the guest room.

Vaughn went over to her and sat down next to her on top of the bed, his weight lowering that side of the mattress considerably as he settled down. Brit was wearing the same little mini dress outfit she’d had on all day. Even in the black and white image of the camera I could see what a good tan she had running up those little thighs.

“Is everything all right, Cheese Cake?” Vaughn asked placing a fatherly arm around Brit’s shoulder.

“I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking tonight all of a sudden, daddy.”

“'Bout what, honey?”

“You and mommy…and me.”

“Your mom is still a painful subject for me, you know that Cheese Cake?”

“I sure do, daddy. And I hate it that you’re all alone.”

“Your mom was my life partner,” and as he said this she brought up one of her hands with delicate pink painted nails and ran it along his hairy chest.

“I don’t think the boy’s I see at college are good enough for me, daddy. They aren’t real men. They are too young and weak.”

“You are just like your mother, Cheese Cake. You look just like her, and now you seem to think just like her, too.” When Vaughn said this I let my breath go for the first time. Maybe I had succeeded yet again.

“Daddy, I need a real man,” Brit said casting her big blue eyes up at her father.

“My god!” exclaimed Vaughn. “I feel as if I’ve got your mother back with me again, and not some snotty sorority bitch.” Rebecca and I looked at each other and laughed when he said this.

“You are right daddy. I have been a selfish little bitch,” the hand with the pink nails was caressing Vaughn’s left nipple now, and her head was buried against his bulky forearm. “I don’t know what’s come over me tonight, but I have started thinking straight for the first time. I know now that I want to be the one who takes mamma’s place in your life. No one else but me is good enough for you, and no one else but you is good enough for me.”

Now there was action on both cameras one and two. All of it was happening simultaneously, and Rebecca and I had to move our gaze back and forth to take it all in. I’ll try and describe it the best I know how in these next few paragraphs because it all seemed to happen at the speed of light in the next few minutes.

“You wanna fuck?” Brandon asked Remy as soon as he got into her room.

“Yes,” Remy said. She reached down and pulled her sweater up over her head and freed herself from it. Beneath she had on one of her very nice looking strapless lace bras. 

This drove Brandon wild and he came all the way up to the much smaller Remy and took her in a bear hug. He leaned down to run his mouth and tongue all across her face, then down her neck and shoulders, finally ending up pawing at her bra. His hands were groping frantically up and down her spine for the catch, but of course I knew it was in front because I’d had the pleasure of taking that particular bra off Remy many times in the last few weeks since she had joined my family.

It was fairly apparent that Brandon wanted to get her bra off her and get at her tits underneath, but I don’t think this was very apparent to Remy as nothing seemed to be with her, however she let him have his way with her just as Rebecca had instructed. Finally he just reached beneath the material of the bra and pulled up on it. Her breasts sprang out from below, her nipples already growing hard and erect.

Brandon could have been making a tackle behind the line he pounded Remy back on her bed fast and hard. Finally getting the picture Remy reached down and undid her bra and threw it off the bed. Brandon had both her tits in his mouth, his hands rubbed around her chest, leaving red marks. He was dry heaving still in his jeans, thrusting up his groin against Remy’s, his buttocks starting to hammer up and down on her like a pile driver. I thought that he would probably have his ejaculation in his pants.

On camera one Vaughn hand taken the petite form of Brit into his bear like arms and was holding her very gently. Brit reached up to him and their mouths met. Their tongues flicked out at each other, tickling and pleasing and going very slow and deliberate.

I was surprised by how gentle Vaughn was as he began to make love with his young daughter. For her part, Brit seemed to be in heaven as if this was her honeymoon night. She slowly moved her arms around her father’s bare back and hugged him to her as they played with their tongues.

Vaughn kissed Brit’s forehead lightly.

“I love you, Miles,” Brit said, using her father’s familiar name for the first time.

Vaughn sighed as she kissed down to his chest and began to suck on his nipple while he cradled her in his arms.

“Miles!” Brit exclaimed as she looked down and saw the enormous bulge protruding up from under the towel wrapped around his waist. She reached down to the towel and pulled it back. His cock was as big as he was and seemed to jump out at Brit as she unwrapped it from the concealment of the towel.

Brit squirmed out of Vaughn’s hold and slide down his chest, her mouth kissing all the way down. When she arrived at his groin she took careful and almost reverent hold of his penis. Her tongue came out of her mouth and she started licking the tip and giving it grateful little kisses.

I admired my work. Brit was definitely one of my masterpieces. I had done an excellent job with the reprogramming of her mind. I felt somewhat envious of Vaughn as I watched Brit open her mouth to take him all inside, and almost found myself wishing I too had a daughter.

On camera two Brandon had finally pawed his way down to Remy’s jeans, still holding her tits in one paw as he kissed her navel and reached for her zipper with the other. The blue jeans proved an easier item to take off of Remy than had her bra and as soon as he got them unsnapped he ran the zipper down to the bottom.

Remy had been pounded down onto the mattress by this time, Brandon easily weighing a hundred and fifty pounds more than she, but he had to get up to let her have room to kick up her feet. Both Remy and Brandon pulled down on her jeans, her cotton panties coming off in the same tug. 

Rebecca and I had not shaved Remy in a while and a black triangle of pubic hair stood out above her snatch. Brandon pulled off one leg, and then reached back to tug on the other, turning the jeans inside out as he stripped Remy of them. Remy set up on the bed, her long legs half parted as she helped Brandon remove the last of her clothing.

Brandon, who had still not undressed himself, fell back down on top of Remy, and tackled her nude body to the mattress. His butt was still humping up and down on her as her mashed her down. I was happy I had purchased soft mattresses for all of my spare rooms.

He reached down and parted her willing legs. Lowering himself to her pussy he stuck his face into her tangle of hair and opened his mouth wide. I thought he had devoured his meal quickly at the dinner table that night, well I was now very amused by the way he ate Remy out. He was fast and furious, taking her lips inside his mouth, and forcing her clit out from between them. 

Remy was lying back on the mattress and moaning softly. She wasn’t the brightest of girls anymore, but her ability to enjoy sex was higher than most, and the big linebacker eating her was starting to bring her to her first climax of the evening. Soon she reached down and pushed his face all the way between her legs and screamed her body racked with a sharp orgasm.

I could see from the camera that the parting between her legs was utterly soaked with a combination of Brandon’s saliva and her vaginal secretions. Brandon looked up from between her legs and had a very proud continence on his face at that moment. Here was a stud in the making!

On camera one, Brit was on her knees on the floor next to the bed and in-between Vaughn’s outstretched legs. Her head was driving down, bobbing up fast and then driving back down again. Her lips were pursed to an uncomfortable angle in order to accommodate his girth, and she couldn’t quite make it to the pubic hair at his base because he was too long for her small throat. Her nose just rubbed into the curly black hair on each downward motion of her head. Her right hand held the penis out for her mouth, and her left hand cupped the balls from beneath.

Vaughn seemed very well controlled and relaxed. He was stroking Brit’s head as she gave him the blow job. He was just looking down and watching her and allowing her to take her time in getting acquainted with his member. The look on his big face was one that told me he thought he was letting his daughter play with a new toy, and was exhibiting patience as she experimented.




Laser Control Ch. 3



Vaughn reached over the bobbing head of Brit and found the zipper on the back of her one-piece mini dress. As she was bobbing up and down into his groin he just spread his legs a little further apart to make it easier for her and took the zipper down her back.

Again I was impressed by all of his control. He looked like he was opening up a business document at the office rather than undressing his petite, twenty-year-old blonde daughter who was on her knees giving him head. 

Brit didn’t even have to take Vaughn’s dick out of her mouth as she shrugged back her shoulders to help him get her out of her dress. She did have to take the one hand off his balls long enough to let him help her get her arm out of the dress, and then replacing the hand back under his balls, which were pretty well scrunched up now from all the stimulation, she removed the hand that held his cock and let him remove her other arm.

Vaughn peeled the dress down Brit’s delicately shaped little body. Both Rebecca and I looked at each other in surprise as we saw that she was totally nude under the dress. Vaughn pushed the dress down past her hips, and she high stepped her knees up to get out of it entirely. Both of them were now naked, and she continued right on with the head, her bobbing between his legs never missing a beat.

Vaughn leaned back on the king sized bed and put his arms under his head as a pillow. Then he looked down his body and watched Brit continue to blow him. He looked like one satisfied customer. I had certainly made my boss happy.

Back on camera two, Remy had achieved climaxes several more times, and Brandon had been trapped between her legs as she closed her thighs over his head so he couldn’t get away. He had worked her clit out just as she liked it. Rebecca and I both knew this because we had taken turns doing it many times ourselves. 

Finally when Remy couldn’t take it anymore she parted her thighs and set up in front of Brandon on the bed. He was between her legs and the bulge out of his jeans showed as he got up for air.

Remy helped him to undress. She reached under his T-shirt and brought it up over his large chest and stomach. He raised his arms over his head and Remy pulled it off for him. Then she was back at his jeans, her hands going just beneath his gut that stuck out several inches over his pants. She loosened the jeans, and he pulled them down to his ankles stretching out beside her naked body on the bed.

Brandon did not disappoint us. His cock was every inch that of his fathers. His penis flew out of his pants and slapped his belly as he kicked out of the last leg of his jeans.

Remy just sprawled back into the covers of the bed and hiked her legs up, parting her knees wide and waiting for her fuck.

Brandon didn’t make her wait long. Again he was the middle linebacker making a tackle in the backfield. He pounced on top of Remy and his raging penis led the charge. He landed right between her inviting and open legs. Her female opening was lathered up to the extreme and Brandon’s dick scored a touchdown on the first drive.

Remy arched her back, brought her legs up higher and wider to accommodate her big partner. Up to that point my member had been the only one to have the privilege of her entrance, and I was not as large as her young partner this night. She grabbed a hold of him tightly and urged him into her harder, her mouth opening wide and letting out another scream of pleasure. From the way her hips were bucking up against him Rebecca and I knew she was experiencing yet another full-blown orgasm. 

Now all Rebecca and I could see on the black and white was Brandon’s ass pummeling Remy. I could see the bottom of her feet as they rode in the air next to his pumping and pounding ass.

Brandon was driving Remy’s nude little body back across the by now thoroughly messed up covers. Finally the top of her head hit the backboard of the bed and she screamed again. Brandon raised himself on his elbows above her and hammered hard savoring his first fuck and I am sure trying to remember every detail so he could tell the boys back in the locker room all about the conquest.

On camera one Vaughn had brought Brit up onto the bed with him, and she had finally removed his cock from her mouth. He positioned himself back against the head of the bed, his back leaning fully against the big pile of over stuffed pillows.

Brit crawled across the covers and up to him, her nude little body moving in a very delicate and feminine way. They took each other in their arms and embraced for another long and passionate kiss. Again the tongue play was evident even through the black and white.

He leaned back against the pillows and let his eyes roam over the impressive sight of Brit’s nudity. She stood up above him on the bed and turned to a sort of pose for him. He ran his hand up and down her well-tanned legs. And I noticed that the tan I had admired so much earlier that day ended in a small bikini line of white that covered her erect little nipples and another one, lower on her abdomen covering her blonde pussy. The rest of Brit was tan and brown. Her vaginal folds were parted and pink, visible between her legs.

She stepped over Vaughn and squatted down on him. His erection stood tall and she took it from behind and held it carefully as she brought her body down. Since our camera was positioned behind and just above we got a good view of the initial penetration. I think she was too small to take him all in, but she looked comfortable as she came to a squatting position on his cock with still three or four inches left outside.

Since Vaughn was sitting up straight the position allowed the two of them to continue with the deep kissing and tongue penetration. There was not much movement of their groins. It was like now that they were joined that in itself had been an end. Every once and a while Brit wiggled her tight little behind around to try and get a more comfortable position with the impalement between her legs. 

That was all and they spent a long interlude thereafter kissing and fondling, but with no movement of Vaughn’s cock inside of Brit. I realized this must have been a favorite position for Vaughn and his wife and since Brit had the personality of the late woman for all practical means, she was now using it with him. Aw yes, I had done a really good job with Brit.

Finally on camera two Brandon had pulled out of Remy at the last second. His cock rested on top of her vulva and exploded a white jet that splashed her face. His second launch hit in her hair and the remaining mini blasts that followed up wetted her chest and belly.

Both Brandon and Remy were panting and out of breath after the final spasm rocked his dick. He just kneeled above her and tried catching his breath. She moved up to wipe her face and lick the cum that was webbing her fingers, her tongue licking around her chin where a white river was running.

Her legs were still over his shoulders and spread wide. Brandon just looked down between them for a long while and got a good view of the outer reaches of the female reproductive system. I would imagine this was slightly more instructive than his first year anatomy class had been.

“Damn baby!” he yelled in a hoarse voice.

“Let me know if you want to fuck again,” Remy told him as she licked off her face.

“Goddamn baby!” Brandon said again.

On camera one it became obvious that Vaughn and Brit would continue to make love all night. Vaughn was one of those men who did not like to give up his seed easily and he merely allowed Brit to make the insertion of his penis up inside her, but was not moving to finish the act. They were going to be kissing and fondling and hugging, and even talking all night long from this very same position.

“Do you think it was really necessary to give up your sister to Brandon?” I asked Rebecca.

“With Brit in Miles bed he’s label to have a heart attack. Then Brandon would find himself with some money to invest. It’s better to never burn bridges. Besides I thought Remy could use a good fuck. The two of us are all she’s got around here,” Rebecca told me in that wise voice of hers that at times belied her twenty-two years of age.

“It worked my darling. We have dodged a real bullet this time.”

“I told you we could work things out,” Rebecca said and came to sit on my lap as we watched Brandon fall asleep on top of Remy and Vaughn and Brit kiss and fondle while she straddled his still giant erection inside her.

“I don’t know about you my darling, but seeing all this sex has made me a little horny,” Rebecca told me, and bent to kiss me on the lips.

“I think we should take some action at once, my dear. I’ll not have you want for anything in my house,” and saying this I began to undress her.

We made love right there in my office as we watched the two black and white screens. After she was naked, Rebecca slid some papers containing test cases off my desk and lied down, bringing up her legs and spreading them wide for me. The sight of her pink lips parted for me after all I had just watched, drove me to a rare frenzy that my controlled nature normally prohibited. The penetration of her vagina was so nice… so very very very nice. I came in about one minute and even forgot to pull out of her, wetting the inside her loins with my seed. 

Since she had not gotten off, after I recovered sufficiently, I lied back on the desk and let her crawl over my face and I brought her clit out from her folds and soon had her begging for mercy.

After Rebecca was fully exhausted, we lied naked on top of the desk and held each other and watched Vaughn as he finally popped his cock out of Brit and sprayed her with a gallon of white liquid.

Later we turned off both TV’s and went upstairs to our bedroom. I think Brandon was pounding Remy again as we turned off camera two. We climbed naked under the covers of our bed. Rebecca turned on her side, her back to me, and I placed my hands between her buttocks, inserting my fingers. I fell asleep listening to Rebecca purring contentedly in my arm.

***

Bright and early the next morning, Antoine took down our guest’s luggage and out to the car parked at the head of the circle drive in front of my home. Another clear and high sky had arisen over the desert, and I breathed in the fresh air with a heavy burden now lifted from off my shoulders.

Brandon and Remy came down first. Brandon looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept all night, his hair all mused up around his fat face. And Remy… well Remy looked like she always looked.

Brandon loaded his duffle bag into the trunk of the big black Lincoln his father had rented at the airport. Remy stood next to him and watched without comment, the wind blowing her long black hair helplessly behind her.

“It was nice meeting you, Remy,” Brandon said with an indifferent shrug, trying to act like the experienced man now that he had become a stud. “If you’re ever down at the U of Texas look me up. We’ll do it again sometime, ok?”

“Ok.”

Brandon gave her a pat on the rump when he thought no one was looking and climbed into the car.

Vaughn came down the winding staircase next with Brit held protectively under one arm. He looked like a new man. He didn’t seem intimidating at all to me today, where yesterday he had been my personal tyrant. 

Brit was looking every inch the southern beauty in a pink mini dress and her blonde hair flowing down to her shoulders. She had a huge and half naughty smile on her face as she snuggled up close to her father.

“I’ve really got to thank you, Pierre,” he said.

Rebecca and I stood on the front steps of my house. “I wouldn’t want you to leave my home unsatisfied, Miles. Why you know what an old world gentleman I am. You are my boss and so I will always strive to give you what you ask.”

“My god, man!” Vaughn said, taking in a big breath of the desert air and grinning from ear to ear. “I haven’t felt like this in twenty-five years. I feel like I’m a young man again, and it’s all because of you,” then he looked over to Rebecca and added, “and you, too.”

“So what’s the final verdict on my laser, Miles?”

“Keep it,” he said bluntly. “Keep everything the way it is now. You are working miracles out here. I don’t want to change a thing. Whenever you are ready to market it let the corporation know and we’ll be there for you. We’ll market it however you see fit. I promise there’ll be no more interference.”

“Well actually Miles I could do with a bit higher grant this year as I find myself needing to employ Rebecca and her sister, too.”

Vaughn nodded his thanks to Rebecca and then looked out at his car where Remy was standing by the window leaning inside and talking with Brandon. Vaughn laughed, a shrewd enough old SOB to decipher what had happened between Remy and his son.

“You got it, Pierre,” he said and extended his hand and we shook. “Just let me know whatever you need out here and our organization will provide it for you.”

“I am in your debt,” I said most graciously.

“And I am in yours,” Vaughn said, and with that led Brit out to the car.

The Vaughn family pulled away down my drive and off for the main highway, soon disappearing over the horizon. Rebecca and I waved, and Remy ran down the drive waving her good-bye to Brandon. 

It felt so good to have them gone!

“We are alone again my sweetheart,” I said turning to Rebecca.

“Just one big happy family,” Rebecca said hugging me to her and favoring me with one of her radiant smiles.

Antoine gave me one of his cold stares as he ambled past us to secure a shutter that was banging nosily against the side of the house in the howling wind. Remy rejoined us on the front porch and stared out mindlessly into the desert. Rebecca led her younger sister and me back inside the house and up to our bedroom.

Yes, I thought, we are just one big happy family…



Laser Control Ch. 4



Antoine held the door open. Rebecca entered just ahead of me, my hand held lightly on the small of her back. Everyone in the little room looked up from their tables at our entrance.

We had come out for a Sunday afternoon lunch. Desert Springs, the only town close to us, had only one small diner just off the main highway. This was a homey place that served good food with slow service and plenty of conversation.

All though I had lived outside of Desert Springs for several years now I did not know anyone who lived in the town. No one who lived in the town knew me, but they all knew of me. My face was rather distinguished, though I was not considered a handsome man, I kept an upright posture, and I looked slightly out of place in my dress and manners. It wasn’t just me, Antoine was even an odder sight than I was to the local eyes, and even Rebecca caught some stares, though I think with her it was more the eyes of lust than curiosity that fell on her.

I enjoyed keeping myself anonymous, and until a few months prior to this occasion had never ventured into Desert Springs. However, after my beloved Rebecca had come to live with me I began to change. She enjoyed getting out and seeing the world as young girls her age were want to do, and so I obliged her by taking her into town for a diner once or twice a month.

Recently I had started taking Rebecca out more frequently. Our relationship had progressed to the point of real love, and I enjoyed pleasing her in anyway I could. I also had some ulterior motives for coming to Desert Springs on this Sunday afternoon. 

For one Rebecca wanted to make friends with the locals, and in an effort to do this was planning a Halloween party at my home in the desert. I had at first discouraged her from doing this, but in the end as always I relented. If she was successful in inviting some of the locals out to my home it would provide me with an opportunity to meet them, and also further my work at the same time.

My mind control laser, now free from all strings formerly attached to it by my corporate sponsor, had progressed to the point where I was starting to seek out live test subjects. This small community would prove the perfect spot for testing the power of my invention, and the people living in Desert Springs were unknowingly about to become a part of a mind control experiment of staggering proportions.

My third reason for venturing out to the Desert Springs diner that Sunday had to do with my servant Antoine. He had been a once brilliant scientist who had helped me in the initial stages of my laser development. After becoming more of an adversary than a comrade I had been forced to perform my first mind control experiment on him with disturbing results. He was no longer a foe, but also was no longer a brilliant scientist. Instead, after the laser had been used on his mind, he had become my servant.

Recently Antoine had been developing some violent, nearly uncontrollable tendencies that alarmed me and frightened my beloved Rebecca. I still needed Antoine, and so I would have to keep him on with me, and I would have to keep him under my control. Though I could still command him, this effort was requiring increasing struggle on my part.

As in many aspects of my new life with Rebecca it had been her who had come up with an idea that I was hopeful just might work to subdue Antoine’s increasing disrespect. Her idea was simple and went to the heart of the matter. Antoine needed to get laid.

After all, the big hulking servant was a man, and a younger man than I. He was now dim witted but not entirely with out mental faculties. Rebecca and I had a healthy sex life, and Antoine was aware of this. My carnal experience was also enhanced by the fact that not only had Rebecca been a beautiful and successful experiment, but that same experiment had also been performed on her sister Remy, and now I frequently enjoyed having both girls in my bed.

“May I help you all?” the waitress asked us after Rebecca had found a window seat she liked and the three of us had taken our places.

“I’ll have your chicken fried steak. That’s what we got last time and it was out of this world!” Rebecca exclaimed with her general good humor.

“Now don’t let yourself get fat, my dear,” I chided her.

“Oh Pierre, you’re giving me too much of a work out for that to ever happen. If you know what I mean?” Rebecca said with a laugh.

I placed my order and ordered for Antoine as well. The waitress gave me a suspicious side ways glance as she walked away writing down the orders. If she only knew what I had planned for the little town of Desert Springs she might have done more than just give me a stare.

“Darling,” Rebecca said taking my arm. “Those girls over there at the juke box I sometimes see at the store when I’m buying groceries for us. They seem like nice people. I want to go over and ask them to my party on Thursday night.”

“Very well, do as you think best, sweetheart,” I replied calmly looking about the room at all the people. Yes, what good subjects they would make for me!

So Rebecca got up and went to talk with her friends, leaving Antoine and I alone at the table awaiting our order.

“See any nice looking young ladies in here, Antoine?” I asked.

“No, I don’t,” came my servants grim reply.

“Well how about those girls over there?” I asked pointing at two girls eating hot fudge sundaes at the counter.

“They’re fat!” Antoine said in a raised voice. And he was right they were.

“Well come now, don’t be too picky old boy,” I told him, trying to ignore his outburst because they were becoming more frequent.

“You can do better than that, Dr. Koenig,” Antoine said, lowering his voice and looking down at the table. He was right, I could do better than that, but in Desert Springs we might have rather slim pickings when it came to attractive young females.

“Well, look at the young woman in the corner over there. She’s very attractive,” I said, talking to Antoine as if he were a child. In a way that’s what he was, a two hundred and sixty pound child.

“She’s much older than me. I want some one young and soft,” Antoine said, and I shuddered to think what the big lummox would do with someone young and soft, but pushed the thought to the back of my mind as I continued to peruse the restaurant.

“Well now Antoine, I can not change a person’s appearance, or make them younger. I can only change their mind. This is a powerful tool, but you may have to accept the fact we are living in a rather small community, and therefore our quantity of young unattached females is rather small.”

“But you have Miss Rebecca and Miss Remy, Doctor,” Antoine reminded me in his deep, sluggish voice.

“That’s altogether different,” I answered not wanting to discuss my female companions with my servant.

The waitress came back to our table and poured coffee for the two of us. Antoine looked down at his cup, and was brooding over his fate. I politely thanked the waitress and she gave me that side ways stare again, as if she could read my mind and knew all of what I was planning for the little town of Desert Springs.

Some might think me a mad man, and I suppose I was going a bit mad with my power just then. Controlling another persons mind is really the ultimate power. As I looked out the window of the restaurant I saw two cars backing out from their parking slots simultaneously and almost hit each other, each backing into the other, both drivers blaring on their horns, neither wanting to yield. Obscene gestures were exchanged and there was shouting out the car windows.

The world was full of hate and violence, and if you say any differently I would tell you that you have never really lived or are too young to know any better. Yet I thought I might be able to change all of that. Even if just on the small scale of Desert Springs I was determined to try.

But my plans were long range, and this chapter will not attempt to cover all of what I did to the people of Desert Springs.

Rebecca returned from her visit with her friends over at the juke box. I saw at once her face was long, and the disappointment evident in her. 

“What’s the matter, darling?” I asked her.

“No one wants to come to my Halloween party, Pierre.”

“Oh well why not, my dear?”

“Something about our place being spooky! How silly can these people be?”

“Well isn’t that what Halloween is all about – to be spooky?”

“No,” she said, and I think she had to hold back the tears. “They meant our house is spooky all the time.”

“Oh my goodness! Why on earth?”

“That’s all right,” Rebecca said snuggling up close to me in the booth. “It’ll just be the three of us on Halloween, and we’ll have a good time all by ourselves.”

“There are four of us, Rebecca. Don’t forget Antoine,” I said looking over at my servant as he held his head down to the table still in a funk over not finding Miss America in the small roadside dinner.

The dinner was served by the wary waitress. We were a glum group as we ate our dinner. I tried to keep some conversation going but was mostly unsuccessful. 

“I’m sorry if I let you down,” Rebecca said, picking at her main course.

“You have never let me down, my love,” I reassured her. “My plans for this village are perhaps best served outside the festivities of a Halloween party. Don’t worry, I will get to them soon enough.”

“I just want us to have a good Halloween and for Antoine to finally get laid,” Rebecca said and I laughed at her words, but more at the way she said them.

“Why don’t we have one of those sundaes for dessert? I’m sure the roguish food will make us all feel in higher spirits.”

*****

So we had the sundaes, but they didn’t work. We returned home about a half hour after sunset, and Rebecca and Antoine were still feeling poorly. The old house seemed like a heaven to me, but at times I think was more like a prison to my beloved Rebecca.

Remy had remained behind that day. She had been typing up some reports for me in my office downstairs. Remy seemed to be doing better, her personality was changing subtly after the mind control experiment, much in the way Antoine’s was changing. However, where Antoine was becoming aggressive in juxtaposition to his former passivity, Remy was becoming alert in opposition to her former dullness of spirit.

I liked the change in Remy. She was coming to resemble her older sister Rebecca more every day, and I could start counting on her to perform administrative duties about my office and lab. While at the same time, I was becoming frightened by the changes taking place in Antoine. 

One constant remained with all my subjects, however. I was firmly in control.

Rebecca and I sat in the study that night. I read a science journal and discovered an interesting article on laser robotics. I took a few pointers from the article and it was not often that I was able to learn from my less advanced colleagues. 

Rebecca had bought a romance novel at the book store in Desert Springs and curled up next to me on the love seat reading away contentedly. Her childish devotion to these novels filled with lust and sex was amusing to me when her scientific mind was so enterprising and deep. Just another charming habit that made me love her.

Remy came up from my office in the basement and showed me a draft of the report I had asked her to type for me. I told her I would have some changes to it, and took the opportunity to correct her grammar and spelling in several paragraphs. Quite conscientious in her work, Remy wanted to hasten back to the office and finish up for me, but I told her it could wait until tomorrow, and bade her to sit with Remy and I a while before bed.

Remy took a seat on my big easy chair by the fire place and put on her Walkman head phones and slipped in a rap CD that she seemed to find quite stimulating. She was wearing some sort of punk rock T-shirt and green shorts that fit her small form tightly, sitting cross legged on my big chair she looked every bit the normal eighteen-year-old girl. Her eyes were closed and her pretty face was swaying back and forth to the music.

Antoine had to labor longer than normal to get a fire going. At one point I heard him utter an obscenity under his breath. Eventually he succeeded in getting a nice toasty fire going for the three of us, and Rebecca asked him if he wouldn’t mind bringing out the apple cider she had purchased in town that day.

“At once, Miss Rebecca,” he said shuffling off through the house to do as he’d been told.

“Remy, turn that down, you’ll disturb Pierre from his reading,” Rebecca called rather irritably to her sister.

“Oh I’m sorry, Pierre,” Remy said, looking to me to see if I was upset.

“Not at all, my dear! I can’t hear a thing since you have on the ear phones. Please play it as loud as you’d like.”

“Are you sure, Pierre?” Remy said hesitating.

“Of course, please continue,” I said looking over to Rebecca. I could she her face was a bit flushed from the cold air we’d been exposed to outside. “Are you feeling unwell, darling?” I asked her.

“No, just a slight headache, and maybe a little tired.”

Antoine returned carrying a tray with three glasses of cider. He set two down on the table before Rebecca and I and moved across the room to place one before Remy.

“Thank you, Antoine, we’ll call when it’s time for you to pick up in here,” I told him. He bowed his head slightly to me and left the room.

“I’m feeling really tired. Do you mind if I go up to bed early?” Rebecca asked me. I was worried about her and felt her forehead for a fever. She did have a slight one. “I might be getting the flu. I forgot to get a flu shot this year.”

“You go right on up to bed, darling,” I told her, giving her a good night kiss on the lips. “I’ll sleep with Remy tonight.”

“Thank you, Pierre, I think a good nights sleep will fix me up just fine. Do you mind?”

“Not at all, you go right on ahead.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said bending to kiss me as she got up to head for bed. “Remy, Pierre is going to sleep with you tonight,” Rebecca told her little sister.

“Oh cool,” Remy answered still swaying to the rap on the Walkman.

About an hour later I was deep into that absorbing article in the science journal. Remy had played the last song on her CD and yawned. She got up and came across the room to me, giving me a kiss on the lips, a little longer than usual tonight perhaps I thought because she knew I was going to be a visitor in her bedroom.

“I’m going to take a shower. I’ll meet you in bed after a while, all right?” she asked me in her high girlish voice.

“I shall not be too long,” I told her.

“See you in a minute,” she said with a naughty glare into my eyes as she turned to run up my long curving stairway to her bedroom upstairs.

Antoine returned to take away the empty glasses and put out the fire for the night. I continued to read comfortable in my chair as the big man worked around me. I looked up from my magazine when I heard him spill one of the glasses to the floor. The glass did not brake, and only the ice cubes spilled on the floor.

This infuriated Antoine and he threw down the tray he was carrying in a rage of anger, shattering the other glasses in a million pieces and causing a loud crash to echo through my sitting room.

I looked up sharply at the raging giant. “Antoine!” I yelled at him. He only looked down dejectedly at the mess he had caused. “Get a hold of yourself, old boy!”

“I’m sorry, doctor,” he said meekly, responding to my authority over him as he always did.

“Bring a broom and sweep that up at once!”

“I’m just very bad feeling after not finding a female at town today,” he mumbled in an only half discernable manner.

“I realize that, but that doesn’t give you leave to act the madman inside my home, now does it?”

“Sorry,” he said hanging his head and leaving the room to get the broom as I had instructed.

I knew after that outburst I would hardly be able to return to my science journal, so I thought it a good time to retire for the evening and leave Antoine alone with his troubles. As I walked up my rounding stairs I could not get the feeling of worry out of my mind. If I only had not needed Antoine to continue my work I would have gladly let him go, but matters were not as simple as that.

I was already wearing my night robe and still not feeling very tired all though the hour was late. I carried my folded magazine beneath my arm and headed for Remy’s room. Several weeks had passed since I had called on this lovely and received her favors.

Remy was in bed waiting for me as I entered her room. She was under the covers and naked. Sitting up in bed reading my hand written notes on the paper she had been typing for me her breasts were exposed above the blanket, her nipples red and erect.

She looked up from her reading as I entered and I thought might have been a little uncertain since it had been a while. I gave her a reassuring smile, and she returned it hardily, her smile the same as Rebecca’s. Sitting down on the side of the bed, I took the papers gently out of her hand and set them on the bedside table for the night.

“Now don’t work so hard,” I chided her. “I think you are doing a wonderful job around the office.”

“Thanks, Pierre. I’m really glad you and Beck let me start working,” she said with that eager girlish smile. “How’s Beck doing?”

“She’s just tired and may have a touch of the flu,” I said caressing her cheek with the back of my hand. “Are you happy here at my home, Remy?”

“Yeah… sure…” she didn’t really understand the question but was sweat to give me such a response. “I’m glad Beck has you.”

“One day you’ll have a fine young man to take care of you. I promise you that, I’ll see to it,” my hand now was on her bare shoulder feeling her softness.

I moved up to her on the bed and we shared a slow kiss on the lips. She tasted very nice and was different from her sister. I enjoyed having this variety in my sex life, and I think the girls enjoyed sharing my physical love between them.

My hands cupped her breasts and felt the nipples expanding under my touch. I massaged her breasts as I explored her mouth with my tongue, her tongue a top mine. This was the first time I had made love to Remy on her own, with out her big sister also partaking.

I reached down and undid the tie of my robe. Beneath it I was naked. Remy assisted me in taking off the robe and laying it at the foot of the bed. My erection was strong, and I took it in my hand, Remy bent over to take it from me. She knew what to do.

Her tongue came out first and traced a wet line down my underside. Then up to my tip and a long lick over the hole at the top. Her tongue danced about my head, playing in a circle. She was four years younger than Rebecca and more playful. Sex to her was fun and she made it that way for me.

I lay back against the pillows and looked about the room thinking of the wall paper I had placed in there. I wondered if it was appropriate now that its occupant was a teenaged girl. These thoughts distracted me as Remy took me in her mouth and went down on me.

I received a nice relaxing blowjob from Remy. She was not hurried, slow even in the bobbing of her head up and down, her lips pursed, her hand holding my cock forward and into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her lips and hand hold gentle.

I debated whether I should come in her mouth. This was very tempting. However, I had not enjoyed her body in so long that I knew I would regret the lost opportunity to get between those long slender legs once again.

I ran my hands down the length of her nude back, the raise of her spinal column elegant as she leaned over my erection. Her skin had a natural tan to it even in the autumn, and was pure and soft. I admired her nude body so as I watched my blowjob, ending my gaze at the crack between her posterior.




Laser Control Ch. 4



Tapping her on the shoulder I gave my signal both girls knew well by this time. The signal meant, “Take my cock out of your mouth, it’s time to fuck, and I’m about to come down your throat.” Taking the queue Remy removed my by now rather wet penis from her mouth and lied back on the bed for me, parting her thighs. Her vaginal mound was neatly trimmed but covered with black pubic hair.

I got on top of Remy. Repositioning her bottom just slightly on the sheet, I inserted my middle finger inside her vagina to see if she was ready for my sex. She was moist, but not yet soaked, just how I liked her. The little oval tucked between her open legs that was her vagina always fascinated me. I lost myself for a moment as I fingered her pussy lips. Her lips were so sweet and pink.

Taking a hold of my cock again I brought it forward to her entrance, and slowly made the insertion as I leaned above her on my elbows and looked down into her brown eyes. She met my stare with all the natural wonder that sex brought out in a young girl. I could tell she was tired and probably waiting for me to ejaculate, but still enjoying the penetration inside her nonetheless.

I went slow and enjoyed myself. Remy put her arms around my back. In an experimental manner I tried different rhythms and angles of thrust inside her. She moved her knees up higher and spread her legs wider, arching out to receive each thrust of my penis, the muscles of her pelvis stretching to meet me.

“Yeah… yeah… yeah… I like that spot… can you continue doing that, Pierre?” she asked me in such a business like manner, as if we were still in my office instead of her bed, I almost found myself laughing.

“Of course, Remy. Just tell when it feels good,” I said stroking her long black hair out of her face with a hand. “Do you feel like you're going to come, honey?”

“Yeah… I think so… Ahhhh!” 

We now had a rhythm developing. We had started so slow and we were fast building up steam. She pushed back at me as I plunged into her. “Does that feel good, baby?” I asked her, feeling my balls start to contract between my legs as I gave it to her faster and harder.

“I had a little one… but I think I’m cooooooming again,” she slapped her feet against my buttocks prodding me into her further and faster.

“There you go baby – There you go! Let yourself come!” I said realizing I had less than a minute left to hold out against my own orgasm.

“Pierre?” she asked me. “Can you come on my tummy, or you can come in my face if you want to, but…”

“You don’t want me to come inside you, Remy?”

“Yeah. Think I forgot one of my birth control pills yesterday.”

I gave her about three more good thrusts, and then arched back my hips withdrawing my erection from between her tightly grasping vaginal muscles. I got to my knees and let a round of semen fly. The white liquid flew down her belly and landed on her neck and chest, some of it pooling in the little hollow at the base of the neck. 

After, Remy got up and ran in to the bathroom to clean off. When she returned she crawled between my legs on the bed and took my cock in her mouth to clean me off with her tongue. Then we got under the covers together and I held her sleek naked teenager’s body against my own.

“How was that?” I asked her.

“Oh pretty good,” she answered, her head lying on my chest.

“Only pretty good?”

“I got two little ones. I started to get a big one, but you came first. You normally take longer than that. Is something wrong tonight, Pierre?”

“It’s nothing. Antoine had another outburst before I came up. I guess I have been somewhat worried about the old boy.”

“What’s wrong with him anyway? I mean Becky and I both had the laser used on us, and we don’t get mad and stuff like he does.”

“Antoine was my very first experiment. I had not refined some of the techniques at that time. There were some bad side effects. His recent violence seems to be one of them.”

Remy used my head as a pillow, taking one of my nipples and sucking on it like a baby would its mother. My arms were wrapped around her shoulders protectively.

“Are you tired, my dear?” I asked her.

“No,” she said and then started laughing. “I’m still horny actually.”

When she said this, an idea clicked in my head like a flash bulb going off on a camera. “Would you like to help me try an experiment?” I asked her.

“Sure!” my eager young bed partner responded in that high pitched voice.

“How would you like to help out our friend Antoine?”

“I’d like to help him, but how can I?”

“Well you know your sister and I think his problem may have something to do with sexual frustration.”

“I didn’t know he had sex?”

“He doesn’t right now. That’s a part of his problem. He is a man, you know. I am his master just like I am Rebecca’s and yours. And because of that I feel a certain responsibility for him just like I do for the two of you girls.”

“I don’t understand,” she said and went back to wet my nipple with her tongue.

“You know I am in love with your sister, right?” I asked her, trying to bring up a potentially delicate subject with her. She nodded and continued sucking on me, even though I had just relieved myself on her I still found this rather arousing. “I could never ask your sister to be with another man, but I was hoping you could be the one who gave some female comfort to Antoine.”

“You want me to fuck Antoine?” she asked me, her eyes going wide.

“Only if that would be all right with you. We’ll consider it a new experiment.”

She thought about it for a minute. “What’s he like?” she asked after a while.

“What’s he like?” I repeated her question not understanding what she meant.

“Yeah, you know, what’s he like? How big is he?”

“Oh, I see,” I said realizing what she meant. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t know something like that, my dear. Does size matter to you?” I wondered rather vainly if I was a large enough man to satisfy her.

Remy started laughing again, and it was at that point that I knew she would do it for me. “I think it would be as funny as shit to fuck him,” she said gagging on her laughter as she lay on my chest.

“You’ll be completely safe. I’ll stay with you and make sure he doesn’t hurt you, and you’d be doing a good service for the poor fellow.”

“This is going to be really weird,” she said in-between her pales of laughter. “You want me to do him right now?”

“No. I think it would be prudent to wait. I’ll bring the subject up with him and try and get him calmed down in the morning. If he behaves for the rest of the week I’ll give you to him as a kind of reward during Rebecca’s party on Thursday night.”

“So I’m going to do Antoine on Halloween?”

“Yes, you will be my dear.”

“Far out!”

“Don’t worry, your sister and I will be with you the whole time,” I said and a side of me, a rather perverted side you might say, fancied seeing the young girl banged by the huge servant. I was starting to look forward to Halloween myself.

The two of us were soon fast asleep, Remy using my head as a pillow, and my arms wrapped around her.

*****

The next few days went by at a normal rate with Rebecca and me working in the lab, Remy working in the office, and Antoine working around the house. Rebecca did come down with the flu and so for the next couple of evenings I enjoyed Remy’s company. However, Rebecca soon recovered, and the night she had planned her big party for was approaching.

Rebecca had resolved to have a Halloween party even without outside acquaintances. Rebecca, Remy, Antoine and I would consist of the party crowd. Now of course I could have cared less about a Halloween party, but I would have done anything to please Rebecca, and this seemed to be what she wanted at that moment.

Halloween dawned dark and gloomy, which I suppose was very appropriate for the day. The skies were cloud covered across the barren landscape of the desert. The wind blew at a near gale. Sand from the desert slashed wildly across my land and by my house.

Rebecca and Remy took the day off around eleven that morning, and I knew they would get no further productive work accomplished for the rest of the day. Rebecca led Remy in decorating the house with Halloween ornaments she had purchased in Desert Springs. I watched them on one of my security cameras from my office in the basement. They started outside with pumpkins, and ended up inside the drawing room with paper skeletons and black cats that they hung from the ceiling.

The girls adorned themselves with Halloween costumes, each dressed as a witch. Rebecca whispered in my ear that neither she nor Remy were wearing anything beneath their long black robes, and I must admit I had never seen two sexier witches in my life.

They recruited Antoine to help them, his height allowing him to reach up to hang the scary decorations from the ten foot high ceilings in my house. Antoine grumbled a little about being pulled away from his daily chores, but he was always kind to Rebecca and did everything she told him.

About four that afternoon a monsoon began to fall outside, and this drove the girls and Antoine back inside the house once and for all. They ran into the foyer and were soaking wet since they had been caught by the sudden down pour of rain out by the tool shed in back that was a couple hundred feet away from the main house. 

When it rains in the desert it rains hard and long, showing no mercy. This was late in the year to have this type of weather, but I could tell immediately what we were in for. The skies opened up with sheets of water falling. Darkness fell early, and the forked lightening out of the thunderheads was all that illuminated the desert waste.

I knew from experience that the road to my house would probably be washed away for a few hours in the night while it took the pounding of the elements. The road leading off the main highway to my property was just gravel and dirt and was easy to wash away in the rains.

“Perhaps it’s a good thing you didn’t invite any friends to come out here for the party,” I told Rebecca as I stood watching out the window with her and Remy. “With this down pour they would never have made it back into town tonight.”

“Oh, I think they’re a bunch of jerks in town,” Rebecca told me. “I’m glad it’s just us tonight, my darling.”

“Well I have finished up my work in the laboratory for the day. I’m free to spend the rest of the evening with you girls and Antoine.”

Remy put some music on the stereo in the drawing room, and Rebecca had Antoine screw in some red colored light bulbs that sent an eerie glow through out the house. I really did not understand the young girls need to do all of this, or to celebrate this meaningless holiday, but I was in good spirits because my work was progressing so nicely, and determined to make a good night of it for Rebecca and Remy. 

I also was thinking about my other plans for later, and the show I was hoping Remy and Antoine might entertain me with.

“I’ve told Antoine to serve us up a big meal, and we can eat it in the family room,” Rebecca said. “I want to put in old monster shows from the thirties and forties and watch them on the DVD player all night long.”

“Why of course, my dear,” I said pleasantly, but was rather bored by the prospect. “For tonight why don’t we ask Antoine if he would like to join the rest of us?”

“Oh that would be nice,” Rebecca said giving me a peck on the cheek.

The girls went in to the parlor to set up the DVD player with my TV. I rarely watched the television, but if the girls wanted to make use of it tonight that was fine with me. While they we occupied I strolled across my house to the big front porch window and stared outside at the flashing lightening, the rain and the wind.

I felt very good as I watched the storm. I felt powerful. Maybe it was my satisfying work and the success it had brought me. Or maybe it was the sexual fulfillment I had with two young girls to share my bed. I also felt exhilarated about my plans for the future of Desert Springs, and the use of my mind control laser. Some would have called me insane, others just devious, but I preferred to think of myself as a genius.

In any event it was time to get the real party for that night started.

I walked out to the parlor. Antoine was serving the two girls, and Remy was looking up at his big hulking form and laughing. I clapped my hands together to get their attention. All three of my people looked up at me.

“Let’s have a real party tonight,” I told them.

“We are having a party,” Rebecca said.

“I have a different idea other than watching old monster movies. It may not be scary, but I think it will keep us entertained for the evening.”

Rebecca came over to me and gave me a hug. I could feel her bare body under the thin material of the black witches dress. “What do you have in mind, Pierre?”

“Remy knows,” I said giving Rebecca a peck on the cheek. Then I looked over at Remy who was laughing uncontrollably now. “Don’t you know, Remy my dear?”

“Yeah,” she said doubled over laughing at the thought of what I was going to have her do.

“Antoine, you remember I told you I might have a surprise for you? Well guess what, tonight is the night of the surprise.”

The big man just looked at me sullenly, and if I had not had absolute control over his mind I would have been afraid of his evil continence and massive size.

“What is it, Pierre?” Rebecca asked clinging onto my shoulder.

I looked between the eighteen-year-old and the giant. “Remy and Antoine,” I said simply to Rebecca by way of answer and no further explanation was required.

Rebecca looked shocked for a second. I think she was about to disagree with my choice of amusement, but then she saw this is what I wanted and decided she also wanted it, too. 

“That’s a good idea, Pierre.”

“Why don’t we take a seat over here on the couch, and get the show started.” Remy turned off the TV when I said this. Rebecca came to the couch and sat down next to me, and Remy took Antoine in tow and brought him onto the big hearthrug in front of the fire place. They were perfectly positioned for Rebecca and me to watch them. 

I had developed quite a habit of voyeurism in the last few weeks. This would be particularly interesting because Rebecca and I would be able to direct the action on the hearthrug.

“Antoine,” I said getting the big man’s attention. “Remy and you are going to have sex and Rebecca and I are going to watch and tell you what to do with each other. Is that all right with you?”

“Yes, sir,” came the gruff reply, but I saw him eye the tight little body of Remy beneath her black witches gown.

“Remy, you look very pretty tonight, dear. What are you wearing under that witches gown?”

“I’m not wearing anything under here.”

“Very nice, my dear. Why don’t you take that off and let us see?”

Remy complied with my request and slid the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her ankles on the floor. She was naked beneath just like she had said. She was a very beautiful girl. I watched Antoine turn to look at her. Rebecca and I also took a moment to admire her body.

“Go and sit down in the center of the rug over there by the fire,” Rebecca ordered her sister, and Remy did as she was told.

Remy sat down cross legged by the fire. Her female opening between her legs was exposed. She looked so young and vulnerable.

“Now lie back and spread your legs for us, Remy,” Rebecca commanded her getting into the spirit of what I had planned. My Rebecca always came through for me.

Again Remy did as she was told. She lay on her back and brought up her knees, parting her thighs wide for our view, and quite a view it was to. 

“Remy, get yourself lubed up for Antoine,” Rebecca told her.

Remy reached between her thighs with her right hand and began to run her index finger along the slit of her labia. After a moment she was comfortable with inserting her index and middle fingers inside her snatch. She rubbed her clit and exposed it, playing with it. Her pink vaginal lips soon were starting too glisten with moisture.

“Antoine, now it’s your turn,” I told my servant. “Go over to Miss Remy and help her get ready for your sex.”

Antoine silently walked over to the hearthrug and stood over Remy, towering above her as she masturbated on the floor beneath him. 

“Remy is it all right with you if Antoine eats you?”

“That’s cool,” Remy answered.

“Antoine, bend down to Miss Remy and put your hand between her legs.”

Antoine kneeled in front of Remy’s open legs. I saw him peer inside of her opening. Then he slowly reached out to touch her there. Remy removed her hand and let Antoine take over.

“Now insert a finger in her,” I ordered. “Be gentle, Antoine,” I warned him.

Antoine’s long index finger moved up to the knuckle inside of Remy. I heard her let out a small gasp. Then he experimented with another finger, and both were inserted as far as they could go. 

He knew what to do. The fingers moved back and forth in her, rubbing her clit and bringing more of her juices out. Antoine increased the pressure and insistency of his strokes.

“Lower your mouth to her, and eat her. She likes that,” Rebecca commanded Antoine.

Antoine leaned over and brought Remy’s legs wider apart. Then he lowered his head to her pussy. The lapping sounds coming from between her legs soon became obvious, and Remy was squirming her tight little butt around, trying to absorb the pleasure.

I glanced next to me to where Rebecca was seated. I saw that she had parted her legs and placed her hand between them as she watched Antoine and Remy. She was stimulating herself beneath her black robe.

She caught me looking at her and smiled. “Help me out here, darling,” she said.

I was quick to comply. I reached over and helped her to pull the robe up and over her head. Beneath she was as naked as Remy.

I reached between her thighs and started rubbing her vaginal mound. I found it already wet, and soon with out even trying one of my fingers slid inside of her. She moaned with pleasure and arched her back against the penetration.

Over on the hearthrug Antoine’s beard was getting wet from the moisture soaking from between Remy’s swollen lips. Remy was starting to moan and buck as Antoine firmly held her by the hips, forcing her to stay in place for his invading tongue. 

I French kissed with the naked Rebecca as she positioned her pelvis for the convenience of my probing fingers. Her arms were wrapped around me and I felt her warm body against mine. I felt that she loved me, and this felt best of all.

I knelt to the floor in front of Rebecca and she brought me slowly between her outstretched legs. I kissed along her slit and darted my tongue out to taste her female juices. They were oh so sweet and welcoming. 

My tongue flicked open her lips and I tasted inside of her. This was still the most delicious nectar I had ever had in my mouth in my life. No one compared with my Rebecca.

“Remy!” Rebecca yelled to her little sister as I serviced her. “Help Antoine get undressed. He look’s awfully uncomfortable in his clothes.”

The big mans erection was sticking through his pants. Remy crawled up from her spread eagled position on the floor and stood over Antoine as she helped him take off his clothes. Rebecca and I couldn’t help but watching. I gave Rebecca a kiss on top of her vulva and turned to stare at the other couple with us, still snugly between her thighs as I watched.

Remy moved with confidence as she helped Antoine to undress. When she pulled down his pants both Rebecca and I were shocked, and I think Remy was overjoyed. His cock did not look like that of a man, but more like that of a bull. He was simply huge, and standing straight up pointing to my ceiling.

Remy gave a little laugh as she saw the cock that was soon going to be inside her. 




Laser Control Ch. 4



"No fucking way!" she exclaimed laughing, throwing her hands over her mouth.

Wasting no time she was quickly on her knees and had taken a firm hold of the big swollen muscle. As a man I must admit I felt a little inadequate as I looked at how well endowed my servant was.

Remy held it flat against his belly and licked and kissed up and down the underside, massaging his balls with her other hand. Antoine just stared down sullenly at her much in the same way he stared at the rest of life. I was surprised not to at least see a small change affected on his face as he received the head from Remy. I could testify to how good she was at going down on a man, and much of that had to do with the training I had given her. I was rather proud of her as I watched her work on Antoine.

Rebecca was unbuttoning my shirt and tugging it from out of my belt before I even knew what was happening. She brought me back out from between her legs and got me to a standing position before her. Reaching out she unbuckled my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my pants, and was pulling them down to my ankles. 

I almost wanted to cover myself when my cock jumped out into Rebecca’s face. I was of an average size for a man, but nothing special. Looking at Antoine I almost felt I should start auditioning him for stardom in the adult cinema. I am sure I could have made a fortune if I had chosen that route. My own manhood seemed as if it would hardly be able to satisfy a woman, or even give me any satisfaction from using it when compared with the bull phallus across the room.

I realized that as I watched Remy take Antoine in her mouth I had lost my erection. Rebecca saw to this predicament however, I soon felt her warm lips enveloping me and within a few seconds I had regained my erection to its full length in Rebecca’s willing mouth.

There was no way possible Remy was going to fit all of Antoine inside her mouth. Her lips were pursed wide just to try and get his girth inside her mouth, and then she could only go down on him for about four or five inches before she began to gag and had to withdraw. But like the trooper she was she went back for more and after awhile her gag reflexes had gotten use to having the big muscle probe down her throat and she was able to start bobbing her head up and down on him, her long black hair falling over to a side and tangling with his pubic hair as he took a seat on the floor to allow her to continue.

Rebecca knew just what I liked by now and she had already known how to use her tongue to make a man happy even before she had joined me. She sucked and stroked and licked, bringing little kisses to bear on my tip at just the proper intervals. 

Remy gagged again and pulled away from Antoine, only to let a spray of saliva escape her mouth. She wetted her hand with it and rubbed this along Antoine’s shaft to lath him up for the entrance into her. Poor Remy, after Antoine had finished with her I knew she would probably be sore for a month.

Remy crawled back onto her knees and turned around for Antoine, bringing her tight little ass to face him. He stared at her for a moment with that sullen look. Remy had her head hung down between her arms and I think was bracing herself for the impaling she had coming her way. After a few seconds when nothing happened she looked back over her shoulder to Antoine.

“Come on, Antoine,” she called back to him. “This is your big moment, stud. I’m ready – I think. Give me your best shot.”

“Did you want it hard, Miss Remy?” he asked her rather pathetically.

“I can take it, as hard as you can give it. Just don’t go all the way in, ok? I think you might rupture something if you did.”

“Yes, ma’m,” he said, still in the roll of the good servant. 

He took her by the ass cheek and positioned her. She grabbed a poker from the fire place as a brace to hold while he was doing it. He spanked her on the ass a couple of times with the enormous muscle, and it was so hard and heavy that it left two little red marks from where it had slapped her. 

Then he took himself and rose up along her vaginal lips, presented nice and sweet in front of him. Easing in just a few inches, Remy gave a startled gasp as his girth spread her pussy further than it ever had been expanded before. I found myself worried that he would permanently stretch her, and knew that would be unfortunate for me since I enjoyed using her once in a while as a change of pace from Rebecca.

Rebecca came up from my groin and gave me a kiss on the lips, sticking her tongue inside my mouth. I could taste my own pre cum on the top of her tongue. Then she turned around for me, positioning herself on her hands and knees in imitation of her sister’s stance across the room from us. I took each of her buttocks in hand and spread the cheeks, bringing her dark, pink vaginal opening to my view.

I slid inside of her. Rebecca was very use to me by now and she was very familiar to me, but the sensations I felt upon initial entrance into her were as good as they had been the first time. I began pumping her, holding on tightly to her hips as I freely guided myself up and into her, my balls slapping against her thighs. She started moving back to meet me and we developed a nice steady rhythm. 

Antoine was still having problems getting his huge member to go very far up into the depths of Remy. She seemed to be enjoying him very much, and had yelled out in orgasm three times in the first two minutes of their coupling. Finally he took the plunge and moved up more than ten inches inside her, literally going where no man had gone before.

Antoine gave a monster grunt and started getting into the act, bringing his hips back to pound Remy. She was all lubed up now and he had her positioned just right for free and easy entrance. Remy grabbed hold of the poker she was holding, gripping it tightly and whimpering, but loving every second of the big man’s thrusts inside of her.

He pounded her down into the shag of the hearthrug and she gripped the poker, gritting her teeth and baring up under the attack. When she could take it no more she crawled out from the pumping cock in her, and he was still pumping into empty space as she popped his dick out of her vagina. I was proud of Remy as I saw her turn around to Antoine and saw that she was actually laughing at the whole experience. 

“Get on your back, Antoine,” she commanded the big man. “I’m going to take you for a ride.”

“All right, Miss Remy,” he said sitting down on the rug and turning to his back. When he was in position his cock stood straight up and reminded me of the Eiffel Tower, only it was thicker and wetter, now glistening from pre cum and Remy’s vaginal secretions.

Remy had to spread her legs wide just to climb over his large body. She walked down on her knees and stopped with her snatch just over his groin. His cock was raising up the crack of her buttocks. She reached around behind her and took the monster in her hand and lifted herself up on her knees.

I was watching over my shoulder as I made love with Rebecca. The sight of Remy sitting down on the distended member was quite unusual and seemed almost to be physically impossible. Remy squatted down and the pole slide up into her. She closed her eyes tightly. Again I think she was in part agony and part ecstasy at the violation.

Antoine reached up and put two huge arms around her. Then using just a fraction of his strength he pushed her down all the way on his monster. Remy screamed, and there was an audible sound in the room as her tight pussy was forced open and she slid down his shaft to the base.

“Our turn, darling,” Rebecca said over her shoulder to me, and I knew she meant for us to change places as her sister and Antoine had just done. 

I pulled out of her and got back up on my feet to take a seat in my easy chair by the fireplace. Antoine and Remy were at my feet, Antoine pushing Remy down hard onto his cock. I felt vaguely self-conscious sitting naked in my chair, but soon Rebecca joined me. 

Rebecca spread her legs and climbed up onto my lap. We both took my dick in our hands and held it up for her to sit down on top of. My penis, though not nearly as large as Antoine’s, was a nice comfortable fit for Rebecca’s snug and warm vagina.

Rebecca and I French kissed as she rode me up and down on top of the easy chair. The fire felt warm and good, and the sound of Remy getting fucked by Antoine on the floor at our feet was very erotic also. What a setting this was – the four of us fucking in front of the fireplace!

“Why don’t we change positions, old boy?” I told Antoine.

He readily complied, lifting Remy off his cock with another pop as he left her snatch. He picked her exhausted body up in his arms and lowered her to the floor on her back. She was thoroughly spent by this time, but Remy was used to getting her brains fucked out. That had happened to her with great frequency after she moved to my home.

I turned Rebecca around on the chair. She held me tightly within her, and we both took special care so that I did not slide out of her as we repositioned ourselves. I placed my hands beneath her buttocks and gently set her on her backside a top my easy chair. Then I drove down into her as deep as I could and she gasped, clawing into my back and holding me.

Remy was being split in two by the work out Antoine was giving her. Her legs were held straight in the air, her feet waving around with each thrust up inside her. She was trying to hold Antoine back but was having no success. He was about to come and he was giving it to her with his full and substantial force. I was half worried that something inside the young girl might rupture from this attack.

Antoine finally had enough of her. He withdrew. Again there was the loud pop in the room as penis left vagina. Getting to his knees he straddled her and moved over her face, almost sitting on top of her heaving chest. 

The white shower erupted from his cock, splattering on Remy’s face. She opened her mouth tiredly, keeping her eyes shut tight the entire time. Very little of Antoine’s eruption went inside her mouth, most of it wetting her hair and face. She was completely soaked after he had relieved himself on her. His ejaculation was as large in proportion as the rest of him was, and his sperm was the brightest, purest white I had seen. Remy’s face looked like a carton of milk had just been poured over her.

Feeling confident that my Rebecca had achieved several fine climaxes during our love making I arched back in her and let my own juices fly. I no longer needed to withdraw because I had her taking the pill religiously. She moved her feet around my buttocks and kicked me, prodding as much sperm from my body as I had to give her.

All four of us were completely spent. Antoine was lying naked on the floor next to Remy. I think Remy had already fallen into a half conscious state. Rebecca and I held each other and kissed for awhile, enjoying the after glow.

“A nice way to end a party,” I told my little family. “We all have work to do tomorrow, so I suggest we go up to our rooms and get a few hours of sleep before it’s time to get up in the morning.”

“I don’t think any of us will have a problem sleeping tonight, darling,” Rebecca said as she kissed my lips. I was still half hard and a few inches inside her, her legs still locked behind me and refusing to let me go. “I know I'll sleep like a baby in your arms tonight.”

I helped Rebecca up from the chair and we went back across the room to retrieve our hastily discarded clothes. Rebecca leaned down over her unconscious little sister, kissing her on the forehead.

“You all right, honey?” she asked.

Remy looked up with dreamy eyes. “Oh my god that was gooooooood!!!!!”

“Antoine,” Rebecca looked over at the big man on the floor beside Remy. His cock had gone flaccid now but was still longer and wider than mine was erect. “Carry Remy upstairs to her room and see to it she has everything she needs.”

“Yes, Miss Rebecca,” Antoine said getting up from the floor. He didn’t bother to pick up his clothes. He bent to Remy and easily picked her into the air in his arms. Then he headed for Remy’s room upstairs.

Rebecca came back into my arms. Neither of us bothered to dress. We were both comfortable with each other by this time. We snuggled and kissed.

“Have fun with your party, my love?” I asked.

“It was the best, sweetheart.”

We went upstairs and quickly fell to sleep. Not before Rebecca turned her back to me and I squeezed my hand between her upper thighs and inserted my index and middle fingers inside her pussy, and my thumb up her ass. She cooed peacefully in my arms and slept like a baby. I slept very well, too.

The problem of Antoine had been solved, at least for now. My little family was doing quite well, and I felt we had never been closer. 

There was still the problem of the village of Desert Springs, and what actions I was going to take to bring the people of town under the sway of my laser, but that is the next chapter…



Laser Control



I found it impossible to sleep that night. I didn’t even try to lie down. All I did is stare out at the cactus and wild flowers swaying in the slight breeze and wonder what I had done. Had I hurt Rebecca? Had I in fact killed the old Rebecca? And if the answer was yes, then what was the new Rebecca to be like. After a few hours went by and the night had grown dark I still wondered if the experiment had worked. Perhaps it had failed and I was just a dithering old fool trying to play god and coming up short.

Then in the hour before sunrise I heard a small tap on my door. “Come in. Its open,” I called.

The door opened. I didn’t even turn my gaze from the outside world of desert and sagebrush I had been reviewing all night. I already knew who it was and my confidence grew inside me as well as my desire.

Rebecca glided across the carpeting of my room. She was dressed in a white night gown. Her gown was made of a sear material and was long, reaching to the floor. White lace adorned her chest and shoulders. Her long black hair was slightly out of place and hung around her upper body in a kind of protective shawl. My room was dark and lit only by the moonlight. I could not see her well, but I knew her intentions all too well.

“Dr. Koenig,” she said to me, standing behind me.

“Can’t sleep, my dear?” I asked still with my back to her.

“No. I can’t sleep because I’ve been thinking of you all night,” she came up against me now, and I felt her soft body press gently against mine. “I’ve been thinking about us,” she said in a husky voice that betrayed her desire.

I turned to her. She was only a shadow before me in the night. My heart was thudding angrily in my chest. 

“I want you to make love to me, Dr. Koenig,” she said and released the straps of her gown from her shoulders. The gown pooled around her ankles as it slid off her lovely young body. She was naked beneath. 

I could only see her outline in the dim light. Her hips swayed out in a perfect female curve. Her long legs held her gracefully erect. Her skin had a natural tan. I could just see the dark red of her nipples rising on her delicate chest. Her nicely muscled thighs led upward in a tight arc to her womanly folds. A dark patch of pubic hair was visible between her legs. She high stepped over her discarded robe and came into my arms.

I took her to me, folding her in my arms and kissed her deeply on the mouth. She opened her mouth to permit my tongue to go inside and taste her saliva, her lips, and her inner cheeks. Her breath was pure heaven and I gripped her with intensity, one that took both of us in its control. She grabbed a hold of me, returning all of my love for her.

“Oh my god Rebecca,” I gasped as I played kisses around her face, making her cheeks wet. “I loved you even before I met you.”

“I love you too my darling. I want you so badly now.”

She reached down to the sash on my robe. Her delicate self-assured fingers untied my robe and her hands lovingly rode up my chest to slide it off my body. I was as naked as she under the robe. I felt my erection, thumping animal like against her pubis.

My hands ran down her back, catching her buttocks and taking hold. Leaving one hand to hold her soft behind I slid the other up her flat belly, cupping her firm young breast. She pushed my head down to her chest and I hungrily devoured both her breasts in my mouth. Her nipples tensed under my tongue bath, and I bit and nibbled them, bringing them to full erection. Her breasts were so high and firm, and had practically no give in them as I kneaded them with my hand. Her nipples were proud red knots dotting her chest. 

Her body was perfumed and delicious. I brought the hand around from her rear end and felt her silky pubic mound for the first time. She bowed her legs slightly to give me access between them. All the while I was fondling and caressing her she was sighing contentedly in my arms.

I was amazed at how wet she was when my fingers ran along her vaginal opening for the first time. I think she must have had an orgasm just from my fondling of her body. I had programmed the sex centers of her brain to be super sensitive, and I now knew exactly what she would like, and of course it was all exactly what I enjoyed best doing with a woman. Her inner thighs had even caught the dripping from her vagina as I stroked between them with a loving finger.

“I want to feel you inside of me,” she said as she kissed the top of my head, still buried in her chest. She was so loving and gentle with me now. Gone was the professionalism and reserve of the old Rebecca. The new Rebecca loved me without question, and would have gladly given up her life in order to please me.

I led her back to my bed. I never took my hands off her as we went. I touched her in every crevice and corner of her firm young body. 

We sat down together on top of the bed. She scooted back full on the center of my big king sized bed. I went right with her, holding my naked form to hers. 

My hand was now positioned just outside her opening between her legs and was firmly pushing her and pinching her. She squealed in delight as I played with her privates.

She lay down on her back, brought her knees up and spread her legs wide for me. I now left her naked body alone long enough to rise up above her on the bed. Her female fluids glistened as they seeped between her vaginal lips. Her lips were just parted the breadth of my finger, where I had penetrated a minute before. She was ready for me. I was more than ready for her.

I got in-between her legs. She reached up with the same old confident movement I remembered from the old Rebecca and took hold of my penis. I let her guide me and bring me slowly home to her. Soon our pubic hair was connected together, and then I felt her place my tip at the center of her entrance. She inserted me about half an inch and then reached further down to cup my balls and prodded me gently forward the rest of the way.

Her other hand was on my buttock and applying firm but gentle pressure, urging me forward. I slid into her wetness, and soon was in her to the hilt. She brought her knees all the way up above her shoulders to allow me better and deeper penetration.

She was in a little ball under me, her knees and calves riding along the side of my chest, her arms wrapped lovingly around my lower back. She was so vulnerable beneath me then. I possessed her completely, and the feeling made all the long life I had gone through to get to this moment well worth the effort.

Slowly at first I began to move inside her. She held me with tight vaginal muscles. I could feel her tiny snatch contract against my intrusion after only a few light thrusts up into her womb. I heard her cry out in the throes of an orgasm.

“Ride me hard, dearest one. Don’t ever stop. Please… PLEASE I NEED YOU SO DESPERATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and as she yelled out in the night her hands went between my butt cheeks and played with my hole, her index finger lightly inserting itself into me. Her other hand came upon my testicles from behind and massaged them as I fucked her.

I fucked her slowly and lovingly. I couldn’t go too fast or I knew I would come, and this was a moment that had to be prolonged and relished. I felt her pelvis start to thrust back against me, meeting my forward penetration, and then withdrawing as I withdrew. 

At last I could take the feeling no more. I think it was her squeezing of my balls that started me over the edge. Her hand felt so nice and comforting down there. I started to groan out my pleasure in time to her desperate moans.

I was able to pull out of her on the last thrust. I didn’t want to ejaculate inside her. I didn’t know if she used any birth control and at my age I didn’t need to be a father. Also, I didn’t want her getting pregnant and ruining her tight little figure for me.

My come sprayed onto her pubic hair and the gusher was soon spent, my cock lying limp onto her mound of Venus. 

Then she took me down to her in those loving arms and held me tightly against her bosom. Her legs were still wrapped around my back, and I think we stayed this way for an hour. The pleasure was so wonderful and strong I must have lost consciousness for a while. Our tongues caressed each other and we French Kissed lovingly.

The next thing I knew the first ray of dawn was peeking in through the still open French doors off the patio. I found I was still out of breath from our coupling, but I could feel the rise and fall of her chest against mine and knew she shared my breathlessness. In the three or four minutes that we made love I think she must have achieved orgasm close to ten times.

I rolled off her and onto my back. She still did not want to let go of me and flopped on top of me, keeping me wrapped safely in her arms. I felt her fingers gently massaging my back. The first daylight was exposing her nude form to my sight for the first time, and I knew before too long my cock would be coming to life again. But I had a willing and beautiful sex partner here in my arms and so it did not matter.

“I love you Pierre,” she said lacing a delicate finger through the hair on top of my chest.

“I love you too, Rebecca.”

“Please don’t ever leave me, darling,” she said with desperation just under her voice. “I don’t think I could keep living if I ever lost you.”

“As long as we make each other happy like this I see no reason why we should ever part, dearest one,” I said, knowing full well I had programmed her to fear parting from my side worse than death itself. Yes, I knew it was rather cruel, but I no longer cared. Lying there in her arms I found all I had ever wanted out of life.

“I promise to always make you happy, my darling,” she told me in a whisper, her breath against my chest in a soft caress. “From this point forward I’ll do whatever you want me to, forever. I promise. Only please say that you’ll never leave me?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever have to leave you, Rebecca,” I said, dropping just a hint that I might if not well pleased with her services.

Her hand moved down my body. She was so light and gentle, yet at the same time supremely confident. She felt my growing dick in her hand. She looked down and watched my member as it came to life in her grip. Then she graced me with that wonderful smile.

“I think I know how you’d like to start off the morning,” she said playfully.

“I think you do,” I said as I leaned back in the pillows of my bed to make myself comfortable.

Rebecca kissed her way down my chest, down past my stomach, which pouches out just slightly and does not really look that bad for a man of my age. Her tongue was in my pubic hair and playing with it, sending electric tingles up my spine. I propped myself up on the pillow so I could get a better view.

She swallowed me down her throat, her tongue sucking soothingly along the underside of my cock. Her lips and mouth were pursed around my head. She went down on me with an urgency I know she had never applied to any of her other lovers. She deep throated me, her nose burying itself into the hair surrounding my cock.

The suction she applied to the blow job was amazing. The sound alone her lips made as they took me in nearly enough to make me spew my load. I found my mind wonder off from the head Rebecca was giving me to the admirable job I had done in programming her. I was really quite talented in my profession, and the corporate sponsor was going to get their money’s worth out of this investment. I was going to get paid quite well in royalties as well, but Rebecca was like an early dividend to all the years of hard work.

She teased me, tickling just under my cock head with the tip of her tongue, running the tongue up and onto the opening at the top of my cock, lathering me in her spittle. My cock was held and licked lovingly as if Rebecca was using it as a lollypop.

She looked above my cock head, down my slightly protruding stomach and up to my face. Her eyes met mine as she licked my penis, and she gave me that wonderful smile again. 

That did it for me, and as she smiled at me I came into her face. The smile never left her face. She opened her mouth and caught a globule of flying sperm down the back of her throat. The rest of my ejaculation dampened her cheeks and ran down her chin in a couple of white little rivers.

She took me back in her mouth and cleaned me off thoroughly not letting up until she had sucked off and licked off every drop of semen my old balls could produce. When she was finished my cock was still wet, just not with come, but Rebecca’s saliva. She kissed my cock head and licked and sucked and kneaded with her fingers until it had shriveled back to a small drooping organ hanging over my balls. When it was no longer large enough for her to play with she licked her way back up through my pubic hair, my stomach and chest, and ended back up at eye level with me. We French kissed some more and I tasted my own salty come along her tongue as it ran inside of my mouth.

My hands slid down her soft, smooth, and long feminine back coming to rest at the little bone nub of her spine in the small of her back. I felt like I could have gone to sleep then and slept forever. I was totally satisfied, and Rebecca’s soft naked flesh folded against mine felt so warm and good I didn’t think I could ever bring up the strength to rouse myself.

I slowly reached over and picked up the phone and this buzzed me immediately into Antoine’s room. “Yes, sir,” my servant answered in his distant voice.

“Send an email to my sponsors informing them I am not going to be working today, so if they need to get in touch with me it will have to be next week.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll be staying in my bedroom all day, so please fix my favorite breakfast and serve me in here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Make it a breakfast for two as Miss Rebecca will be joining me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also move all of Miss Rebecca’s things out of the guest room and into my room. She will be sleeping in my room from now on.”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’ll be all.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hung up the phone and softly stroked Rebecca. She was still lying prone on top of me. I couldn’t help but think about poor Antoine. I had programmed him to be less intelligent than he use to be. Few people still remembered him because he’d had no family. He had been one of the most brilliant systems designers in the business and used to be my chief rival. 

Yes, it felt pretty good to have an old enemy enthralled to me as a mindless servant. It also felt pretty good to have a naked twenty-two-year-old beauty lying on top of me after just getting the best head of my life. All the hard work in my life was finally starting to pay off, and it was time for me to sit back and reap the rewards.

Things went along at a lovely pace over the next several weeks. I fucked Rebecca at least once a day, normally twice, and on one marathon day I got into her pants on six different occasions. After that day was over I thought I was going to die, but it sure would have been a good death. We tried different positions and my body soon started to grow sore from all the various physical activity we shared. 

After the third blissful week was coming to an end, Rebecca got a call from Ian, the stupid hunk who had been her fiancé. She had not called him once since arriving at my compound, and I am sure he was starting to get more than a little worried. Actually I had forgotten about him, and I know Rebecca had as well. Dumb Hunk knew nothing about the new way of things yet. Oh boy was he in for a surprise.

Rebecca picked up the cell phone and spoke to him for a few minutes. “No I’m not being cold to you,” she finally said to him in a decidedly cold voice.

You see I could hear her entire conversation because as they exchanged words over the phone I was positioned behind Rebecca spearing her with my rock hard dick doggie style. She was leaning on her elbows with the receiver held to an ear. Her hand got jarred away from her ear every time I jabbed back into her, and she was experiencing several orgasms as she spoke. I could feel the uncontrollable spasms of her inner muscles wrapping my cock in the by now familiar grip.

“No there isn’t anything wrong with me, Ian,” Rebecca said in-between whimpers, sweat dripping from her brow as I rammed her rear. “In fact I have never been happier or more satisfied with my life. Everything is just terrific here,” she barely had time to finish before she gasped while my hand reached around my drumming pole and fingered her from the front.

“The reason I didn’t call you before now is because I am going to break it off with you, Ian,” she had a husky voice as she talked to him. My other hand had found her butt hole, and I was inserting my index finger inside past the knuckle. This always caused her to whimper in utter delight. She put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and opened her mouth wide, grunting from my invasion. “Oh fuck yeah! Bring it to me darling! Oh god stick it to me…harder… harder… HARDER!!!!!!”

After a minute she slid off me and handed me back the phone just as she fell to the floor in total exhaustion. My dick still raging hard held above her, she gave it a little kiss as she slumped down to the floor, and I took the phone and spoke cautiously.

“Good afternoon, Ian. This is Dr. Koenig. How may I help you?” I listened to the idiot make apologies for a few seconds about the interruption his call had caused. I now motioned for Rebecca to get back to her knees as I stood up and listened. Rebecca, who was always made happiest when I gave her an order, gladly complied as I gave her the hand motion and stuck my cock into her face.

On her knees at my feet, Rebecca took careful hold of my cock and began to lick and tease me, wiping some pre cum off the hood with her darting tongue, and swallowing it as if it was the most delicious nectar in the world. She held the shaft up straight in the air pushing it back against my belly to fully expose the underside. Now she began licking and lathering it with her always-playful tongue, running it up the length.

“Well I’m sorry that Rebecca called it off with you, my boy,” I told him in my calmest voice. “But you must realize these things happen from time to time. She is more than happy out here with me. I have offered her an extended contract, and she’ll be staying on with me for some time.”

“Oh I’m never coming back,” Rebecca said as she tongued my cock. “As long as I can have this gorgeous cock to suck I’ll never leave.”

“Well, no I don’t think Rebecca will be coming back to school next semester,” I said in response to a question Ian had asked me in a near desperate voice. She had swallowed my cock and shook her head “no” in response to my words. She was never going back. As she shook her head with my cock still dangling out of her mouth my dick also swayed back and forth with her head. Somehow I was happy that dumb old Ian had called at this time. It made the sex better, and it was hard to make this perfect sex any better than it already was.

“I really must be going now my boy. I’m just about to get off and can’t talk any longer. Why don’t you just move on, find someone new and let Rebecca live her own life.”

I pushed the off button on the phone and ejaculated down Rebecca’s throat. She gagged and coughed some at the suddenness of my launch, but she knew I liked her to swallow, and she dutifully sucked it all in. She also knew I was cleanliness conscious and liked a clean dick after I came. So now I received the luscious tongue bath as my organ shrank back to smaller proportions.

She fell to her hands and knees at my feet, gasping for each breath, my come running down her chin. She was sweaty and smelled like sex, with barely the energy to think, let alone clean off her come soaked face. 




Laser Control



Was this a waste? I asked myself. Here was a once brilliant girl with a certain future ahead of her, and now look at her. A willing sex slave to a man old enough to be her father. A man whom she had only just met and was forced to fall madly in love with.

Yes, one part of me felt sad for the poor ruined girl groveling at my feet. I had destroyed her, and then I had remade her into this sex toy for my own pleasure. I did have a conscious, and as I watched her licking the come from her lips and chin and slurping down every last drop like some starving creature, I felt that conscious swell up accusingly within me.

But I couldn’t think on it too long. I loved what she did for me, and I had worked hard to earn this glorious spot in life. And anyway, I knew she was happy. I had programmed her to be happy. She was most likely happier now as my sex partner than she ever had been before in her life. 

I might have been Rebecca’s master, but I was a good master. We ate together. We walked together. We talked together. And of course we slept together and made love. She still had all of her old intellect, and we had fascinating conversations about my work, and she even offered some suggestions on how I could improve the mind-altering process that proved to be helpful.

While we were walking in the desert one day I broke down and finally told her. “You know the mind-controlling laser back at our lab,” I said, holding her hand in mine as we stepped among the wild flowers. “Well, remember that first day you came to work for me I asked if I could test it on you?”

“Yes,” she said; the wind blowing her hair around her long face as we walked.

“I re programmed a part of your mind that day.” She only looked at me, but didn’t seem overly concerned. “I had been planning to bring a girl out here for a long time, but wanted to make sure the laser wouldn’t damage their mind as it did with Antoine. After I had the laser perfected as it is now then I was ready to audition for an assistant. I knew I would choose a young girl. One who was beautiful and smart like you. So when I saw your resume and then got your picture from the college I fell in love with you immediately.”

She reached up and we kissed on the lips. “I fell in love with you, too silly,” she told me.

“Rebecca, that was only after the laser went into your brain and altered your thinking. I killed the love you had for your old boyfriend, indeed for everyone else in the world, and I gave you an undying love for me."

“Somehow I think I already knew before you told me,” she said.

“I am your master, Rebecca,” I confessed in a remorseful tone. “I can make you do whatever I want.”

She looked out at the endless sands for a long while and we walked on in silence. Then she turned back to me. We were still holding hands. “I don’t care,” she said confronting my gaze fully and honestly. “I have never been happier in my whole life. You’re the one who did it for me. Maybe I wasn’t completely a good person before. Maybe you just made me better.”

I took her in my arms. I had allowed her to dress in the manner she use to because I thought it was very appropriate and also sexy at the same time. She had on one of her long skirts as we took our walk in the desert. I ran my hands beneath it and felt the cotton of her panties beneath. We were kissing deeply and grinding our bodies into each other. The sun over our heads was just falling behind a mesa in the distance. Our bodies were both glistening with sun tan lotion and oil, and I could smell it strong across her skin as I kissed her.

She helped me to unbutton her blouse and remove it. She had on a lace bra underneath. The fastener was in front. I had taken this off her many times over the past weeks. I unhooked it and freed her large and firm breasts to the dry desert heat.

Then I knelt in front of her and ran her skirt and panties down over her hips and her long legs. A wet stain was in the crotch of her panties already as I cast them aside. She stood naked before me in the rays of the setting sun. She was so beautiful. I groped up and down her body in a fever of passion.

She boosted her bare rump up onto a rock behind. I caught sight of a little dirt on the rock surface as it coated the underside of her bare legs. I crawled across the ground to her position upon the rock. I was on my knees in front of her. She parted her legs for me and I nestled my head between those silky smooth thighs and into her pubic bush. 

She moaned deeply as I began eating her, lapping up her free flowing juices. My tongue ran along the line of her vaginal lips and soon had them parted. I licked her and listened to her moans, and felt her butt squirming around on the rock, trying to with stand the pleasure I was bringing to her. Her hands went down and forced my head even deeper into her, holding me there and forcing me to keep lapping at her.

Using my tongue I worked her nub out from between her lips and took it in my mouth, tasting its juice. I tickled it with my tongue, and then very lightly applied my teeth to it. This was driving her wild. She pushed my head hard up against her pussy and thrust out with her hips to bring me in closer. Her fingers were locked in my hair, pulling and pushing.

I couldn’t take much more, and I doubt if she could either. I rose back to my feet, but kept myself between her out stretched legs. Her hands desperately went to my pants, and she soon had succeeded in freeing my raging cock. 

As one we both took my cock in our hands and moved it to part her vaginal lips. I slid in her. She was wet and slippery, but as always oh so tight and welcoming. As soon as I began my thrusts I felt her catch hold of me tightly and start to spasm without any control left of her muscles. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around my back, and her female muscles held my cock so tightly I don’t think I could have disengaged myself from her if I had wanted to.

I was standing eye level with her now, and as I plunged inside her deeper than I had ever gone before I locked eyes with her. Her mouth had come agape, and she was moving her head around and back, her long hair falling down her spine.

Rebecca started to scream then. I had never heard another human being scream as loud or desperately. I can’t say I think it was altogether pleasure on her part, all though at least part of it was. Another part however was fear. I could see it in her eyes. Fear of The Master. Fear of me. The fear and the pleasure mixed in her and built to an unbearable crescendo.

“I CAN’T STAND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she yelled throwing her head all the way back. Her voice echoing far off to the canyon walls that were miles away from the rock we were rutting on. Her voice trilled up into the darkening sky and was lost to the distance.

I felt a torrent of fluid unleashed from her vaginal walls and the tightest, longest contraction she’d had to date gripped my thrusting penis.

Just at the last half second I pulled out of her and my cock stood straight in the air, launching a missile of thick white semen into the air. Most of the come ended up in Rebecca’s long black hair, which served as a kind of catcher for my semen. Some of it wetted her bare shoulders, and I saw her squint her eyes as a glob dripped off her brow.

I had taken her totally. Rebecca was completely mine. I had succeeded in killing the old Rebecca. There was only the new creature before me, who still held me between her legs as the last of her deep spasms begin to die away.

She held me tight with her arms and legs around me.

“You are my master,” she said and I heard tears in her voice, the hot desert air quickly caking the semen on her face. “I can never go back to my old life now. My family, my friends…they are all gone now. I am yours my dear master. I belong to you completely.”

Later I did many more things with her…

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