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Much Mightier Than the Sword

By: Wanafilerup



The coin fell from his fingertips and into the slot cut out of the plastic paneling. The screen of the game machine instantly changed as a new game began. Bobby Rogan was pretty decent at these shooting games. The young adult gripped the plastic prop gun with his right hand and steadied his aim with the left, angling the crosshairs toward the large inset screen of the arcade machine. First he encountered a small wave of enemy soldiers, but he quickly dispatched them with his virtual bullets. Not soon after, he was battling some sort of zombies sucked straight out of a George Romero film. But he defeated most of them with ease. Yeah, he was pretty decent at these games. He came down to the arcade maybe once a month, but he hadn't seemed to have lost the touch. He would only pop in to play a few rounds, blowing off polygonal heads and watching the nonexistent blood coat the pre-rendered backgrounds, and then leave once his craving had been satisfied. Just as he squeezed off another lifeless round and blew a gasmask-wearing soldier to pieces, his cell phone went off inside his pants pocket. "Shit," he mumbled, and quickly fished it out. As soon as he flipped it open, he realized it was too damn small to hold with his shoulder and play the game at the same time. He glanced at who was calling, and placed the plastic firearm back in its metal holster with a sigh.

"Hey," he greeted, already knowing who it was. It was, in fact, his girlfriend, whom he had parted with an hour earlier so she could peruse the clothing at every retail outlet in the building.

"Where are you?" her small, feminine voice filtered through the cell's speaker.

"The arcade. You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm outside the main entrance."

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute." Bobby closed his clamshell phone and dropped it back into his baggy pants. The girl waiting for him at the main entrance of the mall was Alexis Mahoney, a 24 year-old ice princess. A stone-cold ice princess bitch. But she was beautiful, and that was the main thing that kept Bobby from telling her to shove a pineapple up her cunt. He exited the arcade and made his way toward the wide arching entrance they had passed through not too long ago. The glossy tiled floor squeaked beneath his sneakers as he examined each and every hottie within viewing range. There was a short red head standing at a cell phone kiosk, exhibiting her washboard stomach with a tight, low-cut "belly shirt" and a long skirt with a high slit up the side. A long strip of tanned, leg flesh peaked out and made Bobby stifle an approving moan. On the opposite side of the floor, he noticed a girl working at the Baskin Robbins that looked particularly sweet and delicious in her own right. Shoulder-length brown hair curved around to frame an impossibly cute face that held large, glowing eyes and thin pink lips that were begging to be kissed. She was wearing a tight green sleeveless shirt that displayed an excellent rack and delicately thin arms that were just as well tanned as the redhead's exposed thigh. Bobby shook his head and tried to stop looking at all of the attractive women in the place. The mall was a magnet for them, and he knew it. 

He finally reached the front entrance and immediately spotted Alexis standing by the curb, spewing some diatribe into her small, purple cell phone. He opened the front doors and walked over, hoping she was successful with her search. It might have saved him from her bitching for the rest of the day. But he immediately knew she had failed due to the number of store bags in her other hand; there were far too few. He stood beside her and absent-mindedly scanned the entrance area while she finished screeching into her phone about not being able to find "those fucking pants, like, anywhere". She finally signed off curtly and hung up. Bobby feigned interest in her quest.

"No luck, huh?"

She looked at him and rolled her large brown eyes before starting across the parking lot. He watched her ass as she stiffly sauntered toward the brand-new SUV her father had just bought her. If it weren't for the money and the body, Bobby thought, he would have had nothing to do with her. Her father was the vice president of some successful dot com based out of Little Rock, and he picked up a healthy annual salary, to put it mildly. Alexis had never had to work a day in her life and you could certainly tell. Bobby came from a middle-class family that did alright, but they were nothing compared to the Mahoney clan and, quite frankly, he was surprised she ever expressed interest in him in the first place. He wasn't the best looking guy around and his reputation was almost non-existent. With her looks and her money, she could have any guy she wanted. He supposed his charm won her over initially, but he was stumped why she had kept him around as long as she had. He figured that he would've been tossed aside long ago, but he was still here, somehow. So he accepted her constant bitter attitude. At least for now. She was too damned hot. So he followed her to the car and got into the driver's side.

"Ready?" she asked sarcastically from the passenger seat as soon as he shut the door. He put the key in and started the engine. It was going to be a long day.

For a Saturday, the streets were surprisingly empty. Bobby noticed this as he drove the large vehicle around aimlessly while Alexis picked up clues over her cell phone. She finally hung up, exasperated at the ineptitude of her friends. 

"Where to, Captain?" he asked, knowing full well she wasn't in the mood for cute little nicknames. 

"If you didn't want to come along, then why did you?" she spat at him.

"What? You ordered me to!"

"No, I didn't. I just suggested it." She eyed him maliciously.

"Yeah. You suggested it, alright. And if I said no, you wouldn't have spoken to me for a month," he shot back.

"Whatever." She looked out the window, apparently finished spewing her venom for the moment. He looked out his window as well, and saw a small shopping center approaching them. A few clothing outlet stores names made up the large sign in front of the plaza.

"What about there?" he offered, lamely. She barely moved her eyes to glance at his referral—and immediately lit up.

"Yeah! Stop here!"

He quickly slowed down the SUV, surprised by her sudden agreement, and turned into the parking lot. By the time the car came to a stop, she had already undone her seatbelt and was opening the door. "You weren't completely useless after all," she grumbled before slamming the door.

"Bitch," Bobby said loudly in the confined space. He got out and jogged to catch up to her. "You think they're here?"

"Drew said she thought they were from an Elliot's," she responded without looking at him. "I just didn't think there was one in town." 

Sure enough, one of the stores in the center was an Elliot's. It was a small chain of expensive department stores that catered mostly to rich women. There were probably only two in the whole state. Bobby came to a stop while Alexis kept marching toward the entrance. She noticed he wasn't with her anymore and turned around.

"What are you doing? Let's go!" she commanded, impatiently.

"I think I'm gonna look around the other stores while you look for your pants." She sighed heavily, threw up a hand, and turned back on her journey to the store. He watched her until she disappeared inside, then began patrolling the sidewalk in front of the stores, casually looking inside the large windows for anything of interest. He came upon a small shop that looked very different from all the other ones. There were no promotional posters hung in the windows or neon signs. The only sign here was an old-fashioned "OPEN" sign hanging from the inside of the door. Bobby put his face up to the glass and peered inside. The walls were lined with shelves that held strange-looking antiquities, masks, costumes, magic items, and objects that Bobby didn't recognize at all. The name of the shop was "The Forum", and, deciding it was by far the most interesting of the stores he had seen, he went inside.

There was a short counter against the back wall. Old, small dolls dangled above it. But the dolls didn't look like anything a child would want. They were dressed in strange clothing and their faces were contorted into painful and angry expressions. One of the dolls' eyes were sewn shut. No one was behind the counter. The whole shop appeared empty. Bobby turned away from the gallows of evil dolls and started browsing through the items on the shelves. Everything was extremely dusty and when he picked up some of the artifacts, a clean spot of wood was left beneath them in their shape. It was as if nothing had been touched or sold here in years. Next, he perused the costumes hanging on a rack. They seemed odd, as well. Some were bondage-type outfits like gimp suits, while others looked like ordinary clothes. One costume was simply a white T-shirt with some orange shorts. What the hell was this place?

"Can I help you?"

The sudden voice startled Bobby. He spun around to see an old man standing behind the counter that was empty only moments before. He had to have come from the back, Bobby thought. The guy looked like a normal man of his age, which looked to be about sixty. He was dressed casually, much like Bobby's grandfather would dress, and his face contained a warm, friendly countenance. A bushy, white mustache sat atop his grinning lips.

"Uh, I was just looking," he finally replied.

"She's a bitch, isn't she?"

Bobby stood silently for a moment, eyeing the old man. He still stood behind the counter, smiling, with his hands in his trouser pockets. "Excuse me?"

"Your girl, Alexis. She's a bitch. Am I right?"

Bobby put the item in his hands back on the shelf and approached the counter.

"You know her?"

"Oh, yes. I know you, as well, Bobby," the old man said, still casual in his posture, as if he were having a normal, mundane conversation with his best friend.

"How's that?" Bobby asked, now standing just on the other side of the counter. The man didn't look familiar at all to him. But somehow, the man knew him. Maybe he was a relative of Alexis. Her grandfather? Her great uncle? If that were the case, it was a hell of a way to talk about her.

"I see you," he simply said, and pulled his hands out of his pockets. In each hand, he held something. Bobby could see that one item was a black pen, but the man's fist was concealing the other item. "I see her," he continued. 

"Are you related to her, or what?"

The man shook his head and placed the items on the counter. "I see that you need this, Bobby." He removed his hands to reveal that he had placed an old, black fountain pen and a canister of ink on the counter. 

"What is it?" he asked, somewhat frightened and intrigued at the same time. Of course, he knew what it was. But why would this strange old man give him an old-timey pen and some ink? There had to be something else to it.

"This pen will give you the ability to control free will," he explained, placing his hands back in his pockets. He smiled. "It will allow you to make Alexis more...pleasant." Bobby shook his head.

"What? Are you being serious? How does that work exactly?" Bobby shot at him, his sarcasm dripping with skepticism. This man had to be out of his mind!

"Just write a message to someone using the ink and the pen. Whatever the message contains will be followed explicitly by whomever the message is addressed to. If you write a command, it will be obeyed without question. If you write a question, it will be answered with the absolute truth. If you make a suggestion, the reader will instantly agree with you."

"I see," Bobby said, still unbelieving. "And why would you give this to me?"

The man's smile faded and he looked away, almost saddened. "I can't use it anymore. Once you reach a certain age, it stops working. Besides, I've gotten all the use out of it that I need. I saw you, and I know that you could definitely use it."

"What age does it stop working?" Bobby humored him.

"Don't worry, my boy. You've got many, many years ahead of you," the old man cryptically replied, his grin returning to his face. Bobby scooped up the pen and the small canister of ink, still doubtful of its magical propensities. 

"What happens when I run out of ink?"

"It never runs out. Have a good day, Bobby." With that, the old man casually walked to a door behind the counter, opened it, and disappeared behind it. All was silent again. Bobby looked down at the pen and ink in his hands, pondering whether or not he should throw it in the trash. At that moment, he heard Alexis' shrill voice coming from outside.

"Bobby, where the fuck are you? Let's go!"

He looked back at the pen. What the hell? It was worth a shot. He quickly looked around the shop for any kind of paper. He spotted a few sheets lying on the other side of the dusty old cash register. They had some writing already on them, so he tore off a small section that was free of writing, opened the ink and dipped the fountain pen inside. As soon as he did, he felt a strange surge flow through him, almost like a shiver, and sort of like a head rush. He paused for a second, letting that feeling sink it. Then, he wrote a message on the torn section of paper.

Alexis Mahoney,

Stop being a bitch to Bobby Rogan. Admire him and treat him like a king at all times. 

He folded up the small piece of paper, stuffed it into his pants pocket and grabbed the pen and ink before exiting The Forum. Outside, Alexis was waiting impatiently by the SUV, an Elliot's bag slung over her arm. She had found the pants. Thank God. He trotted up to her and fished the car keys out of his pocket.

"Where the fuck were you?" She demanded, her arms crossed and her eyes accusing. 

"Just looking around," he said nonchalantly before climbing into the car. She got in as well, slamming the door after her. He started the engine.

"What's the problem? Didn't you get the pants?" he asked as he put it in gear.

"Yes, I did. But I expected my boyfriend to be waiting for me when I got out. That's why I wanted you to come in with me in the first place." Bobby clenched his teeth, hoping beyond hope that the pen did everything that crazy old man said it did.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't feel like browsing for hip-huggers in a store for little rich girls." He immediately regretted that.

"What is that supposed to mean? I'll have you know that..." She started and continued on for five minutes, her bitching grating on his nerves more than ever. He had had enough.

"I've got something for you to read," he said, quickly cutting her off in the middle of her rant.

"What?" she hissed, her eyes squinting at the gall of him to interrupt her.

"It's a message. I think you should read it," he told her, and lifted up his butt to dig into his pocket. He withdrew the folded section of paper and handed it to her. She snatched it from his hands and opened it. Her eyes quickly darted over the short message...and then she changed. Her annoyed and pained expression immediately regressed into a smiling, friendly façade. It was a look he hadn't seen on her since—well, he had never seen that look on her before. She looked up at him and her brown eyes were somehow more beautiful than they'd ever been. She handed the note back to him.

"Here you go, baby."

Baby? Bobby was floored. This might actually be working.

"Who wrote that anyway?" she asked him, her voice nowhere close to the shrill screeching that was issuing from her mouth only moments ago. It was now the high, cute and completely innocent feminine tone he had not heard from her since after they first met.

"I just, uh, found it. Weird, huh?" he replied, not sure if she would care at all if he had told her that he wrote it.

"That is weird," she said, a hint of apathy in her voice. She continued to look at his face, as if examining it closely. He forgot how beautiful her smile was. She finally leaned back, happier and more content than she had been in months. "You're such a good driver," she exhaled, glancing back over at Bobby as he drove. She was captivated. She admires me, he thought. She looked at his crotch and noticed he was getting hard. What she didn't know was why. He now had a power with limitless possibilities, and all that power was arousing. She leaned over toward him and started to rub him through his pants. She smiled at him, flirtatiously. He smiled back at her. She leaned in even closer to speak right into his ear.

"You want me to blow you, baby?"

He couldn't believe this! She hardly ever gave him a bj, and if she did, it wasn't her that requested it. 

"Go for it," he breathed, excitedly. She smiled sexily at him as she undid her seatbelt and reach over to unzip his jeans. Her small hands pulled his throbbing member out of the zipper hole and she started licking up and down its length as she jacked him off slowly. Eventually, she put just the head in her mouth, sucking it while flicking her tongue over his pee hole. Bobby moaned and involuntarily closed his eyes. The car veered off the road for a second before he managed to get it back under control. She pulled her mouth of the head for a moment to look up at him, licking her lips.

"Mmm. Thanks for letting me do this," she commented and then lowered herself back onto his dick, this time taking all of it in her mouth. His breathing became much heavier and his concentration on driving was slipping away. Luckily, they were on a back road with no other cars in sight. Alexis started bobbing up and down on his shaft with ever-increasing speed. She then let it slide out with a pop before starting to lick and suck on his nuts.

"Oh my God," he moaned, trying desperately to keep the car going straight. She was now licking his entire package like a large candy treat, from his scrotum, all the way up and around his shaft, to his head where she swallowed his member once again and went back to bobbing up and down. With one hand, Bobby held the wheel. With the other, he held the back of her head, rubbing her hair around. It was not much longer after that when he felt his orgasm approaching. He had taken most of the pressure off of the gas peddle and the SUV was now rolling down the empty street at about ten mph. "I'm almost there," he hissed, closing his eyes. She brought her mouth up to lock her lips just around the head and continued jacking his shaft with her hand, while flicking his pee hole again with her tongue. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god..." he chanted just before exploding in her mouth. He arched his hips and butt off the seat and latched his hand onto the back of her head as he emptied his seed into her cum receptacle. 

She sucked that last few drops from his dick and licked its entire length again to make sure it was completely clean. Alexis leaned up and looked him in the eye while licking her own lips clean of his spunk. Bobby tried to regain his breathing and his composure as he tried to regain proper control of the vehicle, speeding back up to a normal velocity.

"You taste so good, baby," she said in her sluttiest voice, while placing his dick back in his pants and zipping him up. She leaned back in her seat, still looking at him with admiring eyes. Bobby took another deep breathe and smiled wide. This was too good to be true.

Bobby pulled the sleek new SUV into the parking area of Alexis' apartment complex and shut off the engine. Alexis had been highly enjoyable and respectful the whole rest of the way home. She had kept silent most of the time, instead of droning on and on about trivial gossip the way she usually did...and the bitching had stopped completely. She was a completely different person.

"Thanks for taking me shopping, baby," she said sweetly, and leaned over to give Bobby some more tongue before he could even get out of the vehicle. They broke the kiss and got out. She grabbed her bags and took off up the stairs to her apartment on the third floor, giddy with anticipation for her new clothes. Bobby was right behind her, looking at her heart-shaped ass as it bounded up the flights of stairs toward her door. She stopped halfway up the stairs and playfully stuck her tight ass right in his face. He stared at it happily, thinking that he liked the fact that her jeans were so tight, they looked practically painted on. Then he reached up and squeezed it. He couldn't resist. She moaned invitingly and wiggled her butt some more before continuing up the stairs. She was never like this before. She had never been into teasing. It was completely alien to Bobby...but he certainly liked it.


Much Mightier Than the Sword Ch. 02



I want to thank everyone for their overwhelming positive feedback to the first chapter of my story and I also wanted to apologize for the amount of time it has taken me to post this chapter. Here's hoping you enjoy the second part just as much as the first.

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An incredible sensation lifted Bobby out of his slumber, and his eyes fluttered open. He was enamored with the sight of his beloved Alexis, his new slave, worshipping his erect dick with her tongue. She was licking its entire length, sucking his balls, and swallowing his entire member with a level of gusto she had never shown before in the time he had known her…except for yesterday. Because yesterday was the day his life had changed. Due to some very strange circumstances, Bobby now had in his possession an item with unlimited power; it was a pen with the peculiar ability to control minds. When used in conjunction with an equally mysterious canister of black ink, the pen could be used to write messages that the reader must obey, no matter the content. The first person he had tested this extraordinary gift on was his beautiful bitch of a girlfriend, Alexis. He had changed her mood from truculent and bitter to joyful and admiring with a simple stroke of the pen, and then he had succeeded in making her follow any verbal command he was to give her, effectively changing her from kind, kinky girlfriend to slutty slave in no time flat.

Alexis looked up at her new master with those beautiful brown eyes that had come alive the day before, as she continued to work his morning wood into her mouth with a heated passion. Her enthusiastic ministrations were sending him closer and closer to the edge. She stopped sucking for a moment and lightly licked the tip of his dick while smiling sexily at him. Bobby moaned loudly as his orgasm quickly approached. She locked her lips back around the head and began to fondle his nuts and the rest of his shaft. Her technique was too good for him to withstand for long. As her tongue lashed around the cock head that was thrust inside her mouth, he erupted. His hips jerked up from the bed as blissful stars lit his vision. Alexis swallowed every remaining drop of his seed before licking clean his spasming member, then finished it off with a light kiss to the head.

"Good morning," she finally said, her voice as light and joyful as it had been yesterday. Bobby swallowed hard.

"Yes, it is." 

Alexis slithered up the side of his body and came to lay her head to rest on his chest. She rubbed one hand over his slightly-hairy chest and the other played with his hair as her naked body coiled itself around his. The sheets and covers were tousled and barely remained on the bed from the previous evening's activities.

"Breakfast is almost ready," she said with a voice that sounded as if it could break off into unending giggles at any moment. He looked down at her, pleasantly surprised. As if on cue, he started to smell the delicious aromas of cooking bacon and eggs wafting in from the door, and immediately realized how starved he was. Either all of last night's events had taken more out of him than he thought, or the pen and its miracle ink had sapped his stamina and energy reserves immensely. With that thought, Bobby glanced over at the nightstand beside her bed, at the fountain pen and the strange ink canister that sat atop it. He made a small note to himself then, not to use the pen more than twice a day. Who knew what would happen if it were used more than that?

"What is it? Do you want to write me another message?" She must have seen him looking at the mystical items. She leaned up from her position on his chest to look him directly in the eyes, still smiling beautifully. "Do you want to command me to do something else?"

"Maybe later," he responded. "I was actually thinking about using it on someone new today." Her smiled started to fade a little. Bobby only smiled big. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. You want me to use the pen and ink on however many women I want, because that makes me happy. Isn't that right?" Her smile returned, bright as ever.

"Of course," she agreed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. The small kiss soon evolved into a deep, heated one. Their lips mashed tightly together, their tongues tangled within, her body pressed tightly to his, her tits pressed hard to his chest. Finally, she broke the passionate kiss and slunk out of bed. "I've got to finish up with the food." Without bothering to get dressed, she walked toward the doorway that led out to the rest of the apartment. She stopped and turned to say, "After all, you're going to need all the energy you can get if you're going to fuck a bunch of girls today." The comment was made in all seriousness, as she continued to smile peaceably. Then she was out the door to tend to the food. 

Bobby still found this whole situation hard to believe. It was all so surreal. He pulled himself up out of the bed and stretched his aching body in the morning light that sliced through the blinds over the windows in Alexis' room. As he pulled his clothes on, he thought of all the possibilities that awaited him for the day, but he was quickly learning that that thread of thought tended to be more overwhelming than anything, so he quickly decided to just take everything in stride. Having the power of a god was almost too much for a single human to handle, especially one so young. It was Saturday, so he had pretty much all day to fuck off (literally) without any responsibilities to worry about. Then the thought occurred to him that he didn't really have to have any responsibilities for the rest of his days, probably. He would never have to work again. He could just get Alexis to give him all the money he wants, or anyone else for that matter. And if he never had to work again, what the fuck would the point of going to school be? 

All of the potential for supreme leisure was starting to strain heavily on his sane mind, so Bobby managed to push those thoughts away and focus on one thing at a time. He finished dressing and sat down on the bed, finding himself staring at the pen and ink once again. His thoughts turned to who his next subject should be, and then a marvelous idea came to him. He grabbed up the godly items and left the room.

Bobby sat at the kitchen table, waiting patiently for his nude slave to finish with the breakfast. She finally placed a full plate in front of him, as well as a tall glass of orange juice. The food looked and smelled terrific. He immediately dug in, shoveling the eggs and biscuits into his mouth. He was so into it that he barely heard her say, "Be back in a jiff. I'm gonna throw a little something on." He nodded shortly and continued to eat. When she came back, she was wearing a very short pair of boxers and a tight white tank top that her nipples proudly protruded from. She sat at the table and started on her plate of food that held much lesser proportions than her master's. Bobby was finishing up his.

"Wow. You did a great job on breakfast, you little slut." Alexis looked up from her food and smiled hugely. 

"Thank you," was all she said before scooping up another bite. Bobby leaned back in his chair, fully satisfied by the meal, and gazed upon his slutty new respectful girlfriend.

"From now on, Alexis, you are an ultra slut." She looked back up into his eyes, listening intently. "You love sex more than anything, and will strive to get it in any way that you can, from anyone that you can, including women." Alexis simply nodded as she slowly chewed her food. Bobby leaned forward to emphasize the next part. "Because now you're bisexual. You love the female form and find their beauty much more arousing than even the best looking man, except for me, of course. You still love cock, though. You must have cock very frequently or your needs will never be fully met." He took a moment to let these new commands sink in. She swallowed a mouthful of food.

"Whatever you say, baby," she finally responded. Her nipples were now much harder than earlier, and were struggling to break free from the thin fabric of the tank top. 

"So tell me your thoughts on the hottie that lives above you," he said with a smirk, pointing toward the ceiling.

"Denise? Oh my god, she's so fucking hot. She has the most amazing tits…and her legs…her legs. She always wears these little shorts around that show off her tight ass and her long, tanned legs. I just want to grab her ass so bad and rip her shirt off so I can play with those plump, beautiful titties. I bet she shaves her pussy too. I would really like to find out." She clenched her barely-clothed legs together as she explained her feelings for the smoking-hot blonde that lived just above her. Her free hand absent-mindedly found its way to one of her breasts and began pinching and tweaking the hard nipple through the shirt.

"Well, you may just get to find out one of these days," Bobby said, still smiling from her new thoughts on the female gender. "But today, I want you to go out in an outfit of my choosing and find a woman to bring back here so that I may write her a special little message."

"Of course," Alexis acquiesced, still pawing at her tit through the shirt. Bobby stood up from his chair and stretched.

"As a matter of fact, let's go to the store now and pick up a nice little outfit for you." And with that, Alexis stopped eating and proceeded to get dressed. Soon after, the two headed out. They ended up at a department store not too far from Alexis' apartment. It didn't take Bobby very long to pick out the outfit that she would wear to score some pussy. It consisted of a barely-there black halter top that tied in the front at the breasts, and a breathtakingly-short denim mini skirt. The only underwear to speak of was a sheer pair of black thongs. The whole thing was topped off with sexy black high heels that would hopefully make her long, slender legs stretch on even further. Bobby rushed her back home and immediately had her model the outfit for him as soon as they stepped through her front door. They went back into her room and he watched, entranced, as she stripped her mundane clothing off and started dressing in her new super-slut outfit. Fully nude, the first article she pulled on was the sheer black thongs. His pants tightened as she pulled up the sexy undergarment over her beautiful legs and then up over her hips, the thin fabric burying itself between her pussy lips and her ass. She twirled around once slowly for him, hoping to please him while he watched, and it did indeed please him. Next, she worked the denim skirt on, pulling it up over the thongs and zipping it up. She pushed the waist of the skirt down so that it rested very low on her hips and pulled the straps of thongs so that they showed over the denim, but only slightly. Bobby nodded in approval, as transfixed as ever.

She then put on the black halter and turned away from him to tie it up in the front. She turned back around to face him and started to put the heels on her feet. Bobby definitely loved the way she tied the halter tight, forcing her tits up high and together, creating a delicious amount of cleavage. She slid the shoes on, straightened her dark hair out, and posed for him in the finished product, a sexy smile spread out on her full, sultry lips. Bobby was speechless. How had he been so lucky? He didn't even want to think about it right now. He had this hot, slutty babe standing right before him, ready to obey anything he said, and he was going to take her again…now. He stepped forward and kissed her aggressively while taking both of her tits in his eager hands. She responded to the kiss with a grope of her own and began rubbing her hand over his pant-covered crotch. He quickly untied the halter and started to suck on her hard, pink nipples without hesitation. Alexis moaned and unzipped his jeans. It wasn't long before she had his cock free and was stroking it. That only lasted a moment before Bobby pulled his lips away from hers and spoke.

"Get on your knees and blow me, slut," he commanded. There was no second thought from her and she was on her knees in no time, taking him into her lipstick-covered mouth. He pulled his pants further down around his knees to give her more room to operate on his package, and that she did. She sucked his staff feverishly for a minute before removing it and licking his nutsack, then suckling on each ball, alternately. 

"Will you please fuck my ass?" she asked eagerly, looking up into his eyes as she continued to massage his cock and balls. He nodded. She smiled and stood up to lean over the dresser that was sitting nearby. She stuck her skirt-covered ass out to him. He assaulted her like a beast, pulling her skirt up and tugging the thongs down to her knees. "Yes!" she screamed in anticipation before he even penetrated her. Bobby lined up his member with her wet and swollen pussy and plunged in deeply, all the way to the base of his cock. Another loud moan of pleasure escaped from her throat. She braced herself against the large, oak dresser, her bare tits mashed against its finished surface. He pounded her pussy more than a few times to get his dick wet enough for entry into her ass. She continued to moan and pant as he fucked her twat. She then arched her back and started playing with her nipples again. Her master played with her ass cheeks, reluctant to take his dick out of her cunt, because it felt so good. But he knew her ass was much tighter, so he removed his cock from her pussy and lined it up with her asshole. Alexis squealed in anticipation, knowing what was about to come. As soon as he sunk his pussy-lubed dick into her dark sanctuary, she came. Her high-pitch screams filled the apartment as she spasmed from the pleasure coursing through her.

Bobby continued to fuck her, still not terribly close to his own orgasm. Her pleasure was mounting again, however, and it wasn't long before she was approaching another orgasm. He reached forward with one hand and began to play with one of her tits as his dick continued pumping in and out of her ass.

"Please…keep…fucking, my….fucking my ass…," she was saying, barely able to form a coherent sentence since the pleasure was too overwhelming for her. Bobby felt the early stirrings of his orgasm and began pumping into her ass faster and harder than before, gripping her hips to stabilize his assault. She gripped the sides of the dresser harder than ever, causing it to rock and shake with them. What he first thought were words coming from Alexis quickly turned into incoherent mumbling and gibberish. She was shutting her eyes tightly, quickly approaching another climax as her moans and screams began to reach a fever pitch. And then they both came at almost exactly the same instant. Bobby buried his cock deep within her bowels and unloaded his seed for what seemed like an eternity. Jet after jet of cum shot into her, eventually overflowing out of her ass and dripping down her leg. Her orgasm crashed over her at about that time, causing her sphincter muscle to spasm around his cock while she writhed in pure ecstasy. 

He withdrew from her and they both went to take a shower together. Under the hot spray of the water, they both teased each other while they cleansed themselves. Before they got out, Alexis sucked him off until he came on her face. She cleaned off the cum and they got out and got dressed. She dressed in her new outfit once again and Bobby put on the only clothes he had with him. They stepped outside to head off in their separate directions. Alexis locked the door behind her.

"So, you know your mission, right?" he asked, glancing out over the railing of the apartment complex, taking in the beauty of the sunny, new day.

"Of course," she replied, looking at her cell phone – probably at text messages.

"Repeat it to me," he commanded. She closed her phone and slipped it back into her small, red purse.

"Go out and find a hot, bi girl or lesbian, get her to come back here, and then I call you to tell you her name."

"Absolutely, and make sure you give me enough time to make it back over here before you get back," he added.

"Right."

They both headed down to the ground level and separated to get in their own cars. She climbed into the new SUV Bobby was driving yesterday, and Bobby found his modest Volkswagen GTI sitting amongst the other parked cars in the small lot. Not another word was spoken before the two headed off in separate directions. 

***

The brand new Lincoln Navigator tore down the road with the small, lithe frame of Alexis situated behind the wheel. Her thoughts swirled over the events of yesterday and today as she piloted the large SUV in no particular direction. It was still hard for her to believe that she used to think of Bobby in such a vile way, using him for her own amusement. How could she have been so ignorant? Now, she realized his true significance in her life and couldn't help herself from admiring everything about him. It was so clear now that she deserved nothing more than to serve him and make him happy. She knew her new attitude had come from those messages he had written to her with that strange pen, but that didn't matter to her. It had only served to clear her mind and bring the truth to the surface. The messages told her how things were and how they had to be, and she knew that with every fiber of her being.

Her thoughts quickly shifted to the task at hand. She had been commanded by her master to bring him back a woman, and she was going to do just that if it was the last thing she was to do on this planet. Besides, she was dying for some female action as well, ever since that buried desire had been unearthed by Bobby. She wanted nothing more than to find a hot, young college student like herself and eat her pussy long into the night. That thought sent a euphoric thrill through her body and she squeezed her legs tightly together as she drove. But where would be the best place to find a young, hot lesbian at this time of day? It was far too early for the gay bars to be doing any kind of business, so she pushed that thought away. She supposed the next best place would be the very place she goes every weekend to spend her seemingly never-ending supply of cash, the place she and Bobby had been at just a day earlier, searching for that elusive pair of pants. Alexis turned onto the next main street and headed south toward the mall, her sheer thongs moistening more with each passing moment.

***

Only five minutes had passed since leaving Alexis' apartment before Bobby pulled to a stop against the curb on 34th street. The street was a small road in a friendly suburban neighborhood that he visited quite frequently. Both sides of the street were lined with cookie-cutter houses outlined with picket or boarded fences and prefaced by a straight, planted line of healthy deciduous trees in front of the sidewalks. Bobby climbed out of his compact hatch-back and surveyed the quiet street. Besides a few kids playing a game of basketball down in a driveway at the end of the block, the street was desolate and serene. He shut the door of his car and hurried up a stone path to the front porch of a quiet, two-story home. He pulled open the screen door and knocked on the inside door. Within a minute, the door swung open to reveal one of Bobby's best friends. Eli Connor was a tall, handsome kid with short, dark hair and kind eyes. He was obviously just lounging around lazily on this Saturday, since he was still wearing his sleeping attire and no shoes.

"Hey, what's up, Captain?" he said, stepping aside so that Bobby could enter.

"Well, a whole lot, actually," he replied, trying unsuccessfully to hide the excitement in his voice. He stepped inside and Eli closed the door behind them and they both started toward the kitchen.




Much Mightier Than the Sword Ch. 02



"Oh, really?" Eli asked as he marched to the fridge and opened it. "Want something to drink?"

"Sure," Bobby said as he took a seat at one of the stools sitting by the tiled island in the middle of the kitchen. "Whatever you got." Eli pulled out two canned sodas and handed one to him. "What are you doing?"

Eli popped the top on the can and took a long swig. "Just hangin' out, watching TV." Sure enough, the TV was blaring from the living room. Bobby never understood why he watched it with the volume so high. "John's supposed to be coming over soon, I think. Apparently, Lisa went out of town this weekend, so he doesn't have shit to do." Bobby nodded, taking a drink from his own can. "What's going on with you?" Eli asked with an elevated level of interest. Bobby looked into his drink for a moment as if searching for something inside, and then looked up at his friend with a broad smile.

"You're not going to believe me, but I have found something…incredible," he started, immediately capturing the interest of Eli, who grabbed his own stool on the other side of the island.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I've found something that's going to change my life, or, hell, our lives, forever." Eli was searching his eyes for any kind of hint that Bobby was bullshitting him. He saw none. He had never seen his life-long friend like this before. 

"Well…what is it? Spill the beans, motherfucker," he chided. 

Bobby set down the drink and reached into his pockets for something. He pulled out the canister of ink and the pen, and laid them on the counter before Eli's eyes. He looked at them for a long moment, then looked back up at Bobby.

"A fountain pen and some ink?"

Bobby only nodded, wide eyed. Eli's eyes drooped and the well-known look of skepticism swept across his face. "And what, pray tell, is so special about it?"

Bobby leaned over the counter, and in a hushed tone, said, "It can control people's minds." Eli said nothing for a long moment and took another big gulp of his soda.

"Sure it can, buddy," Eli retorted finally. "How many box tops did you need for that one?"

"I'm not kidding. I'm dead serious. I've tried it. It works."

"You tried it? On who?" he asked, still disbelieving. 

"On Alexis. I used it to stop her from being such a bitch. It worked. She's practically my fucking sex slave now!" Eli looked at the ink canister and pen again.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes!"

"Well, then, how does it work?" Bobby felt he was only humoring him, now.

"You just a write a message with it, addressed to a specific person. If that person reads it, they obey whatever the message is…"

Eli sighed heavily. "Bob, you've gotta be shittin' me."

"Look, I can prove it to you," Bobby said, exasperated.

"Oh yeah? You gonna control my mind?"

"No, not yours," said Bobby and stood up from the stool. "Where's some paper at?"

"In the living room, on the coffee table, I think." Eli stood up as well, interested in this little demonstration. Bobby disappeared into the other room for a minute before returning with a sheet of paper in his hand. He sat back down at the counter and took the lid off of the ink canister. 

"You said John was coming over soon, right?" he asked, dipping the pen in the ink for the first time that day. That exhilarating surge of power coursed through him again.

"Yeah…should be here any time." Bobby nodded and put the pen to the paper, beginning to write a message. It took him only a minute to transcribe it and when he finished, he slid the piece of paper over to Eli so that he may read it. "We'll give that to John to read after he gets here, then you'll see." Eli read the note.

John,

Whenever you hear the word "fungus" you will laugh hysterically for two minutes straight. It will be the funniest thing in the world to you until that two minutes is up.

"Okaaay," Eli said. "But how do I know John isn't in on it?"

"You don't, but we'll time it just to be sure. I'm not sure someone can fake-laugh hysterically for two minutes exactly."

"Alright…" His remaining skepticism was quite obvious. 

Only fifteen minutes had passed before a knock came to Eli's front door. It was John. He was a shorter, blond guy with a keen sense of humor and a quick wit. He was definitely the goofiest of the three, and could always manage to make someone laugh if need be. That's why Eli was worried that this little test wouldn't be much of a stretch for him, if he was indeed in on it. Bobby and Eli were discussing what had happened to him and Alexis in more detail before John arrived. That discussion ceased abruptly after they let John in and he produced a stuffed bag of ganja he had just acquired.

Twenty minutes later, the three friends were sitting on Eli's back porch, baked out of their minds. John put out the roach in a nearby ashtray, his eyes sufficiently red and glossy from the marijuana. "That was some good shit," he remarked, falling back in his chair. Eli and Bobby looked at each other, a silent conversation transpiring between them with only their eyes. It was Bobby who spoke up first. 

"Hey John, I've got something I want you to read."

John didn't bother to look over at his friend. His eyes were drawn to the neighborhood activities that were happening in the distance, beyond the large backyard they were overlooking. Some neighbors a few houses back were apparently moving. "Oh yeah? Well give it to me. Reading is fundamental."

"I completely agree," Bobby replied, as he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He leaned over and handed it to John. Now somewhat curious, he unfolded the message and read it, his bloodshot eyes darting over the words laid out before him. Bobby immediately recognized the trance-like expression that filled his face, but to anyone uninitiated, it could very easily be mistaken for stoned lethargy. 

"What the fuck?" he quickly said upon finishing it. He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it at Bobby. "What the hell is that about?" Bobby caught the balled-up paper and threw it back at him. He then turned to Eli, who had remained silent for a long time.

"Say it," he told Eli. Eli looked back at him, hesitant.

"Say what?" John cut in. "Fungus?" He immediately started to chuckle, but it quickly evolved into full-blown, uncontrollable laughter. Eli just watched the display, too stoned to say anything. Bobby thought to time the event and quickly looked at his watch. John doubled over in a fit of laughter, falling out of his chair and landing on the hard porch. He clutched his ribs as he rolled around, barely able to breathe. It was two minutes, to the second, when the laughter stopped. It didn't fade away; it ended abruptly, as if someone had slammed the door on the laugh room. John looked very concerned and confused as he pulled himself up from the porch, stilly trying to catch his breath. He fell back into his chair and regarded his friends with worried eyes. "What the hell was that?"

Eli looked at Bobby and Bobby looked right back at Eli, grinning triumphantly. "Two minutes exactly," Bobby quipped, tapping the face of his watch with his finger. But Eli was still skeptical. 

"He's just playing into it, or he's in on it with you. Plus, he's high as hell. Laughter isn't exactly hard to come by when you're baked out of your skull," he reasoned. John shook his head emphatically.

"No, dude. I wasn't playing into shit. It just came over me. I couldn't help myself. No bullshit. What the fuck did you to me?" John asked Bobby. It was then that Bobby laid everything out for his other friend, explaining the pen, the ink and all of its applications. But no matter how much they tried to persuade Eli that it was all true, he wouldn't believe it. He couldn't. After a few minutes of silence between the three, Bobby noticed the next door neighbor through her kitchen window. She was moving around in the kitchen, doing something.

"Okay, then. I guess I'll just have to prove it to you in a different way. We'll use the pen on Janice," Bobby offered, nodding his head in the direction of the next door neighbor.

"His neighbor?" John asked, more interested than ever. "Yes! She's so hot. I would tear that ass up." Bobby smiled at Eli, but Eli was only worried.

It was mid-afternoon when Bobby finished writing the note. The three guys were back inside Eli's living room, gathered around the coffee table as he finished the lengthy message. John immediately reached over and snatched the piece of paper out from under Bobby's hands. He held it up and read it aloud for the benefit of Eli.

"Janice," he began, in his best dramatic reading voice possible. "From this day forward, you will drop your current sense of morality and adopt the mentality and sensibilities of a foul-mouthed slut. Every principle of etiquette you have been brought up on will be forgotten. You are now fully uninhibited and will automatically act on your base desires, which include sex in any form, with either gender, and dressing as slutty as possible at all times. You are a sex-crazed nymphomaniac without much need for anything else in your life. You will feel instantly submissive to any man and will have the overwhelming desire to please them at any cost, especially your neighbor Eli and his two friends John and Bobby. Cum is your favorite food, and sucking cock your favorite hobby." He finished reading and looked up at Bobby. "This is good stuff."

"I don't know about this," Eli said. "What if it doesn't work? She's a goody-goody, holy-roller. She'll probably call the cops on us or somethin'." Bobby placed his hand on Eli's shoulder and looked him square in the eyes.

"Trust me."

"Alright, I guess. But I forgot to mention that she's not alone over there."

"What are you talking about? You said her husband was gone on some business trip," John asked, setting the paper back down on the table. 

"He is," Eli replied. "It's her niece. She's been staying over there for a while now."

"Niece?" Bobby echoed, his eyebrow rising curiously. Eli told them about Sky, the young, bleach-blonde nineteen year-old that was living with thirty-one year-old Janice next door. According to him, she was stunning, with a gorgeous face and a tight, tanned body. He mentioned she had tits a bit on the smaller side, but still looked to be around a B-cup. Bobby thought this improved the whole situation and decided to write a second note identical to the first one, only addressed to Sky. He got Eli to write it, however, explaining that he had limited himself to writing two notes a day as a precaution. Eli quickly copied the note on a different sheet of paper and they placed the messages in two separate envelopes, writing the women's names on them.

Led by Bobby, the three ventured next door and ascended the steps of the front porch. John and Eli were very nervous. Eli was especially paranoid, having seen no truly inspiring evidence that Bobby's magic pen did what he claimed it did. But he had never known Bobby to do anything particularly foolish, so he trusted that he knew what he was doing. Bobby stepped aside and gestured toward the front door. "Go for it," he said, and waited. Eli stepped up to the door, glanced at Bobby with a look that said "if anything goes wrong, you're dead," and rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened to reveal Janice standing on the other side. John wasn't kidding; she was smoking hot. She stood just under six feet tall, with a fair complexion and shoulder-length blonde hair. Although she was wearing a conservative outfit consisting of slacks and a sweater, her ample chest still managed to impress, and her face was simply beautiful. She smiled gorgeously when she recognized who was at her door.

"Eli! Hello!" she greeted and then looked at John and Eli standing in the background. Her smile dimmed a bit, but still remained.

"Hey, Janice," Eli said, not doing a very good job of concealing his bad nerves. "Listen, I found these letters on my porch earlier." He held up the two envelopes for her to see. "I don't know where they came from, but they have yours and Sky's names on them." Her brow crinkled curiously as she pulled the envelopes out of his hand.

"Hmm. That's weird. Thanks, Eli. Is that all?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess that's all," he stuttered, glancing over at Bobby. 

"Okay," she smiled beautifully once more. "You boys have a nice day." She started to close the door. Bobby took the initiative and jumped in front of Eli.

"Uh, hi. My name's Bobby," he said and extended his open hand to her. She smiled at him and shook his hand.

"Hi, Bobby." 

"And this guy over here is our friend, John," he continued, making sure all their names were known. John just waved from his position behind them.

"What's up?" he said with a giant grin.

"We were just wondering if you might have something to drink, right Eli?" Bobby prodded, and turned to slap Eli on his shoulder. His response was a knee-jerk reaction.

"Um, yeah! We are all very thirsty and there's just nothing to drink at my house, so…," Eli improvised. Janice looked between the three of them with a bit of suspicion, but her charming smile still remained. 

"Yeah, sure. How about some lemonade?" she offered.

"Perfect," Bobby responded, smiling big. They all followed her inside the house.

Once they were in the kitchen, Janice poured them all some lemonade. They all sipped their beverages and told her what fantastic lemonade it was. She told them it was store-bought and an awkward silence immediately followed as they drank. Janice was rubbing her hands together, as if she were nervous about something. She quickly spoke just as they were finishing.

"I'm sorry, guys. I don't mean to be rude, but I have a meeting with my church group very soon. I'm the head of the charities committee and I don't want to keep them waiting." Eli nodded and started to say something, but Bobby swiftly interjected.

"So you aren't gonna read the letter?" he suddenly asked. If Eli could have shot lasers from his eyes at Bobby, he would have at that very moment. Just before Janice could respond, another feminine voice rose from behind them.

"What letter?" 

The guys spun around to look at Janice's niece, who had just descended the stairs and stood in the entranceway to the kitchen. Sky was indeed a fox. But, like Janice, she was dressed most conservatively, wearing only jeans and a t-shirt. But both of those articles were tight against her firm, curvaceous body. Her layered, platinum blonde tresses framed her gorgeous face, until she pulled back one side behind her ear. She raised one perfect eyebrow and pursed her small, pink lipstick-coated lips as she posed her question. The boys were speechless.

"These," Janice replied when no once else did, holding up the two envelopes. "Guys, this is my niece Sky. Sky, this is my neighbor Eli and his friends John and Bobby."

"Hi," she greeted, stepping toward the fridge to get something for her to drink. The guys all mumbled their own "hey's" and "hi's", obviously distracted.

"What are they?" she asked Janice after pulling a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge.

"I don't know. Eli said he found them on his porch. There's one addressed to me, and one to you," she said, holding out Sky's envelope in her direction. Sky nearly spit out her sport drink.

"To me?" she said, after wiping her mouth clean. She set the drink down and took the envelope from Janice.

"I have to admit, I'm pretty curious what those are about," John suddenly spoke up. The women looked over at him for a moment, and then turned their attentions back to the envelopes. Bobby and Eli shot John a look. With a quizzical look on her beautiful face, Sky quickly tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper. Janice was doing the same, but more slowly. All three of the guys froze with fear and anticipation as the women started to read the letters. Not a word was spoken in the kitchen while the afternoon sunlight poured in through the draped windows. The eyes of the women were transfixed on the pages, their eyes darting back and forth as they read the entire message without so much as a glance up or an expression of outrage. It was evident when they finished reading, because their entire demeanors changed instantly. Subtleties like their facial expressions and postures denoted that they were not the same people any longer. They both took on a sultrier, sexy façade and this was made abundantly clear when they looked up from the letters to gaze at the men across the room. Sky smirked, brushing her hair back behind her ear once again. The guys were still stone statues, eyes wide, drinks clenched in their hands. Bobby shouldn't have been so apprehensive, but these were the first women he had tried the pen and ink on after his "trial" runs with Alexis. There was still enough room for reasonable doubt to put even him on the edge. But he quickly relaxed as he saw their metamorphosis take place right before his eyes. 

"That is really strange," Janice said, laying the sheet of paper on the counter. Her voice had changed as well. It was slightly throatier, more sensual. "I mean, who would write me a letter telling me what type of woman I am? I'm well aware of what kind of woman I am." She moved closer to the three guys, and leaned against the counter, right in front of them.

"I know, right? Mine said the same thing. It told me things I already know," Sky said, her voice also transformed into a sexier facsimile. She also moved closer to the group. Bobby looked at Eli and John, who were both in shock. He could only smile. 

***

Alexis had been at the mall for over an hour now, having absolutely no luck. She had walked from one end to the other and entered just about every store possible, all the while trying to catch the eye of every cute girl she encountered. She was using all of her renowned flirtatious maneuvers that had always worked with guys in the past, but they weren't proving very successful with women. But she wasn't going to give up so easily, since she hadn't really made eye-contact with anyone yet anyway. Her greatest prospect had been a cute sales girl inside the Victoria's Secret store. She had flirted heavily with the girl, even eliciting a smile from her at one point, but when Alexis had asked her if she wanted to come with her inside the dressing room to let her know what she thought of a certain bra, the girl freaked out and hurried away. She was quickly learning that scoring pussy was a lot trickier than getting guys. She was actually starting to see why guys get so frustrated.

She was walking past the food court for the fourth time when she tried to pull her phone out of her purse and fumbled it. The phone tumbled out of her hand and hit the tile floor. Luckily, it didn't shatter into pieces. She knelt down to pick it up, and secretly hoped that some hot girl was checking out her highly exposed sheer underwear beneath the barely-there skirt. She remained in that position as she checked to see if her phone was still operational. She glanced up and noticed a smoking hot redhead sitting at one of the food court tables nearby. The girl was undeniably staring right at Alexis's exposed black thongs, entranced. Her eyes slowly lifted to meet Alexis'. Bobby's slave smiled that irresistible smile and stood up. The redhead smiled back as she popped a bite-size amount of food into her mouth and chewed it slowly, never taking her eyes away. Alexis put her phone away and approached the table. Judging from her torso up, this woman was incredibly hot. Her hair was long and she was freckled slightly, but wasn't very pale like most redheads. That was probably due to tanning bed sessions, but it looked very natural. Her tits were easily a D-cup, Alexis noted, since they were straining against and practically overflowing from the top of the low-cut blouse. 




Much Mightier Than the Sword Ch. 02



"Is this seat taken?" she asked, gesturing toward the empty chair directly across from the food court patron.

"Not at all," the redhead replied, and took a long drink from her soda. She sensually sucked on the lipstick-smeared straw, still unable to take her eyes off her new company.

"I'm Alexis," she introduced, after taking the seat. She presented her hand across the table.

"Rebecca," the redhead responded, and softly shook her hand. Alexis smiled sexily at her again. Jackpot.

***

Eli was still speechless. John was smiling, but his grin was not nearly as big as Bobby's.

"So, I guess we better go. After all, you have that church meeting to get to," Bobby said to Janice, who was only a few feet in front of him, leaning against the counter. She was looking into his eyes, with a permanent grin stuck to her face.

"Fuck the church meeting," she quickly replied and stood up straight. "Why don't you boys hang out for a while? We can have some… fun."

"I like that idea," Sky said, moving closer to her aunt, her eyes darting between the three guys' eyes.

"What did you have in mind?" John asked, finally setting his drink down on the counter.

"Whatever you want."

Sky was looking at Eli and dropped her gaze to his crotch, where he was very obviously stiffening. She looked back up into his eyes and grinned wider. She slowly licked her upper lip. "I think I know what Eli here wants." She quickly closed the distance between them and started to rub his dick through his jeans. Eli was still in shock and backed up a bit before she leaned in and started kissing him, deeply.

"I want to do what they're doing," John said, pointing at Eli and Sky. Janice looked to John and walked up to him. She grabbed him by the chin and pulled his face toward hers. Their passionate kiss began, with John immediately reaching behind her to grab two handfuls of her luscious ass. She started to rub his cock through his pants, just as Sky had done. Bobby just looked on with a huge smile as his friends made out with the newly-formed ultra sluts. 

"I want to suck your cock," Sky immediately said after she pulled away from her kiss with Eli. She fell to her knees before him and started undoing his pants. 

"You should suck mine as well while you're at it," Bobby noted and started undoing his own jeans. Sky looked up at him from Eli's waste and smiled.

"I like that idea." She pulled down Eli's pants, freeing his rock-hard cock from its confines. As soon as it sprung up in front of her, Sky swallowed the head. Eli fell back against the counter and moaned loudly. To the side, Bobby pulled down his pants and presented his own staff to her. She grabbed it around the shaft with one hand and started her massaging ministrations. 

John and Janice had moved farther away, to the other side of the small kitchen. He had just finished removing her sweater and tossed it across the room. "Please never wear that again," he said as he kissed her neck.

"I'll burn the fucker," she replied in a throaty voice as she pawed at her bra-covered tits. John quickly moved to remove the conservative, white brassiere. He undid the clasp and threw it away in the same direction as the sweater. He pulled back to gaze at her breasts. They were large and all-natural. Perfect in every way.

"Oh my," he commented before lowering his head to suck on her nipples.

"Oh, yes! Please! Suck my fucking nipples!" the formerly prudish woman crooned. 

 Across the room, Sky was alternately sucking and jerking off Eli and Bobby in the same position as before. They were both leaned back and enjoying themselves while she went to work. "Deep throat it. Watch the teeth," Bobby issued commands to her as she sucked. She moved to his cock and immediately started to deep throat it, as ordered. He purposefully swayed back and forth so that his nuts would smack against her chin. "That's it," he said, in between approving groans. She took his cock out of her mouth and held it up so that she could lick up and down its length on the underside and started sucking on his nuts as well. "Oooh, you're one nasty cock-sucking slut, aren't you?"

Sky pulled away from his throbbing member for a moment to reply, "Oh god yes! I live for this!" and then turned to shove Eli's man-meat into her eager sucking mouth. Eli was really getting into things now.

"Take off your top. I want to see those tits," he told her as she sucked on the side of his shaft. Without an ounce of hesitation, she pulled away and tore her shirt over her head in one motion and threw it away. She went back to kissing his cock as she undid her blue bra and dropped it to the floor. Bobby saw that Eli wasn't kidding when he said she didn't have much of a chest. There were barely enough for handfuls there, but that was enough as far as he was concerned. It still did nothing to keep her from being incredibly sexy. He reached down and started to fondle her stiff nipples while she continued massaging his pole. 

Eli looked across the room as Sky continued to blow him, and watched as John removed Janice's jeans to reveal a plain, white cotton pair of panties. She kicked the pants away from them as he began planting kisses on her firm, flat stomach. He moved lower and lower with his kisses until he was low enough to start pulling the panties down her long, immaculate legs. The underwear dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Surprisingly, there was very little pubic hair above her mound. There was only a small, well-groomed triangle of blonde fluff. As he neared her pleasure center, her breathing became quicker and small whimpers came from her throat, involuntarily. He kissed her outer labia once and then stood up straight, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up onto the countertop right behind her. She instinctively spread her legs for him and he wasted no time in assaulting her twat with his eager tongue. "Oooh, yeah. Eat that fuckin' pussy," she cooed as he spread her lips apart and licked her clit. She moaned and squealed as she kneaded her large tits with her hands.

Sky pulled away from the two cocks before her and stood up. "I don't want you studs to cum just yet," she said coyly and started to strip the rest of her clothes off. She slowly pulled down her jeans, showing off her own pair of panties. Hers were white and lacy, and much skimpier than Janice's, with two, thin strands of tied lace holding the garment up at each side. She gazed into their eyes and smiled luridly as she slowly untied the lace. Eli and Bobby stood transfixed; their eyes were locked to her crotch, their cocks harder than ever. She pulled away the fabric and dropped it to the floor. She had the infamous landing strip design for her little patch of platinum blonde pubes and not a tan line to be seen. Aside from her smallish breasts, her body was truly magnificent. She reached out and grabbed their cocks again, jerking them off slowly. "I want you both inside of me," she said, in a lower, huskier voice than before. Bobby leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back strongly, their tongues and lips mashing together forcefully while she continued to fondle his dick.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Bobby suggested after he pulled away from the kiss. 

"Alright," she agreed breathlessly, losing herself in his eyes.

"Mmm, that's a good idea," Janice chimed in from across the kitchen. John was busy rubbing her cunt while he sucked on her big titties. "We should go up to my room." Thus, the decision was made. Everyone hurried up the stairs to the second floor, the girls giggling excitedly.

On the way up, the guys practically ripped off their remaining clothes, leaving random articles strewn about the stairs and upstairs hallway. As soon as they entered the master bedroom, they were all over each other again. Bobby pulled Sky into another passionate kiss and picked her up off the ground to carry over to Janice's King-sized bed. As soon as she hit the comforter, he grabbed her and flipped her around on her stomach. She yelped and moaned approvingly before shoving her ass in the air with her knees. He climbed on the bed and carefully positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. "You want it?" he asked her, rubbing her outer lips slightly with the head.

"Oh yes! Fuck me!" she screamed "Fuck me hard!" He quickly obliged, slamming into her roughly for his first thrust. She cried out loudly with unrestrained pleasure. Eli came around the other side of the bed and held his stiff member out to her joy-ridden face that was mere inches away. Her eyes were closed, since she was enjoying the penetration from Bobby, but when she opened them and saw Eli's cock, she did not hesitate to wrap her lips around it. She propped herself up with her arms as Eli slowly eased himself in and out of her mouth. He gradually picked up his pace until he was fucking her face with abandon as Bobby plowed into her from behind. 

John and Janice had found a spot on the other side of the room, in an armchair by the window. John was seated while Janice lowered her pussy onto his rigid cock, her back facing him. "Yeah, just ride it, baby. Just ride it," he said into her ear. She took his advice and slowly fucked herself on his cock, using her lovely legs to raise and lower her cunt around his meat. She closed her eyes and moaned. He moved his hands from her waist up to her chest, so that he could cup and squeeze and fondle her tits while she rode him. It wasn't long before he was unintentionally thrusting up into her with his hips, the immense pleasure overriding his basic motor functions. 

Moans of intense pleasure filled the room as orgasms were approached. Eli, in particular, was about to explode from the intense face-fucking he was giving to Sky. His thrusts sped up as that familiar sensation grew within him, like a dam about to burst. "I'm gonna cum," he managed to say through gritted teeth. Sky just looked up at him with her large, beautiful eyes and kept her mouth tightly wrapped around his shaft. She moaned loudly and the vibration seemed to put him over the edge. He stopped thrusting, leaving only his cock head tightly caged within her warm, wet mouth. Then he exploded. He let out a long, throaty grunt as he unloaded his cum in her hot mouth. She swallowed it as it came and continued sucking on the head at the same time, doing her absolute best to completely milk him of his seed. Bobby was still pumping her pussy from behind, at an even, steady pace. After Eli had drained most of his cum, he pulled out of her mouth and rubbed the head around her open, panting mouth. "That was so good," she moaned and licked her lips, as well as his dangling cock.

Janice had turned around on John's dick by then, and looked him the eyes as she impaled herself on him. They began kissing urgently, the lust between them building to a fever pitch. "I'm almost there," he told her between licking kisses. She quickly climbed off of him and knelt down in his lap. She quickly put his pussy-glazed cock in her mouth and started her concentrated efforts to taste his seed.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed when she swallowed his entire seven-inch penis, repeatedly. It didn't take much longer from that point to get him ready to finish. He quickly stood up and took his cock out of her mouth. She looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible, awaiting the treat that she so loved. He aimed the head right at her mouth and furiously jerked himself until the dam broke and stars filled his vision. A geyser of cum shot out, most of it making its way into her mouth. The orgasm was powerful, however, and his aim was far from perfect. A bit of the spunk flew up onto her face, with some even landing in her hair. Janice was humming with joy as she scooped the residual cum from her cheek with her finger and then licked it clean, all the while looking up into John's glazed-over eyes. But she was far from finished. She leaned up and pulled his cock back into her mouth and continued to suck every last drop of seed from him. She continued to fondle her tits as she sucked him dry and cleaned his shaft with her wet mouth. This caused his knees to finally give out, and he crashed back down into the chair, with her still lavishing his member with her voracious tongue.

On the bed, Bobby was still fucking Sky in the doggy-style position. Eli had moved away from her mouth and collapsed in a chair not far away. Bobby's thrusts had become slow and long in an attempt to prolong his own climax. Each time he would pound her pussy, he would linger there, balls deep, for a long moment before pulling back out. Sky had collapsed from her propped position and had her face buried in the bed's comforter, moaning and writhing from his slow, methodical ministrations. Every now and then, she would manage to say something like "Oh, fuck me!" or "Jesus! Oh…god!" and Bobby would usually respond with a quick, stinging slap to one of her ass cheeks. This would cause her to squeal with pleasure even more. The vocal permutations coming from her and the massaging contractions of her vaginal muscles contributed greatly to finally pushing him toward the Great Precipice. Their sweaty, heaving bodies moved as one while the other three present in the room looked on. Bobby's thrusts slowly became faster and faster as he felt that familiar tidal wave of pleasure building up deep within him. Once this sensation became apparent, he quickly withdrew from her pussy. Sky instinctively knew he was close and turned around on the bed.

Janice came from across the room as Bobby quickly shuffled off the bed so that he could stand straight up. Sky clambered to get off the bed as well, and knelt before him. Janice did the same. They both knew when and where to receive their treat. Janice quickly grabbed his rock-hard cock and wrapped her lips around it. She sucked him as if her life depended on it, at a quickened, frantic pace. She was vying to release the special nectar that she so loved, as of this day. Sky had to forcibly remove her aunt so that she too could get a chance to help him reach his sexual peak. She removed Janice from his cock and replaced her mouth with her own, deep throating his entire tool, and loving every second of it. Bobby could only grunt belligerently as he watched the two beautiful women fighting over the right to suck his cock dry. The view, as well as the entire situation, caused everything to come to a head within his mind and it sent him spiraling over the blissful edge that was orgasm. He announced it, giving the girls time to lean back and open their mouths for their reward. His cock erupted, sending rope after rope of cum toward their faces. He roared as intense pleasure overloaded every sense in his body. Miraculously, most of his sperm found its way into Sky's mouth. Other portions went elsewhere, like on their hair, their chest, the floor and the bed, but for the most part, he had been able to direct the majority in her eagerly-awaiting cum receptacle. Janice looked over at her niece, who still had her mouth hanging open, visibly filled with a pool of his cum. She looked at Sky's mouth with hungry eyes and moved in closer. Sky met her aunt's eyes and moved in closer, as well, with her mouth still hanging open. Janice was transfixed by the milky fluid and stretched her tongue out to scoop up a bit from the inside of her mouth. 

All of the boys watched in amazement as this evolved into a full-blown kiss between the girls, as they swapped his semen between them. It was something none of them had really expected, since incest was never part of the "orders" handed down to them through the notes that they read. The behavior wasn't just for the cum, either. They started to really get into each other. Sky reached up as they passionately kissed, and grabbed Janice's tits with both hands. She squeezed and fondled them with great fervency as their tongues played across each others', graphically swapping saliva and cum outside of their mouths. Sky finally pulled away from her aunt's twisting tongue to reach down and lick off some of the cum that had splashed onto her chest. After cleaning that up, she continued down to suck on Janice's erect nipples, alternating between that two as she rubbed and kneaded her breasts. Janice closed her eyes and threw her head back as her niece sucked and bit her sensitive nipples with her eager young mouth. 

The three guys just hung back and rested as they watched things heat up between the two women. Bobby realized that this had to be the result of some sort of deep-seated, subconscious desires already present in them, or at least partially. The notes did turn them bi-sexual, but he never guessed that suggestion would be so powerful as to include incest. The ladies both moved up onto the bed, as if oblivious to the men still in the room, and continued their impromptu fuck session. It started off with them kissing and fondling each other's bodies, and then they began rubbing their twats together between their intertwined legs as they squeezed and sucked each other's tits. After that, they fingered one another with two fingers, and then three, and would then take turns tasting each other's juices from those same fingertips. This torrid engagement eventually progressed into a 69 position, with them sucking each other's pussies like seasoned professionals, unaware of anything else that might be happening around them and focused solely on the pleasure they were giving to each other. Bobby, Eli and John could only watch transfixed as the two new super-sluts rubbed their soft bodies over each other for close to an hour, but it seemed like a very short amount of time indeed.

***

The smoking hot redhead known as Rebecca was practically fucking Alexis with her eyes. The two were still seated at the food court table in the mall, but Rebecca had all but abandoned her lunch in favor of talking with this sexy young thing that had made her way over to her table after she had been caught peeking up the brunette's skirt. 

"I, uh, couldn't help but notice you looking at me over there a minute ago, when I dropped my phone," Alexis said as she reached over and picked up a french fry from the forgotten food tray and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes were still glued to Rebecca's. This caused the redhead's complexion to more closely resemble her hair color.

"What can I say? You… distracted me." Rebecca's eyes left Alexis' for a brief moment to drop down and linger over her tight, firm body before coming back up to meet them again. Alexis smiled brilliantly again and laughed, before inching closer and dropping her voice down to a huskier tone. 

"I know you got an eyeful out there. My question to you is: did you like it?"

"Oh, I did," Rebecca answered without hesitation and moved closer as well. Her voice also hushed to a sultry whisper. "I liked it a lot."

After a momentary pause filled with eye exploration, Alexis said, "You know, the food here is pretty good, but if you'd like to come over to my place tonight, I might have something more… appetizing for you to eat." Alexis slightly licked her teeth after saying this, while her piercing brown eyes burned holes into Rebecca's. The redhead started to chuckle, but immediately stopped when she felt Alexis' hand on her bare leg, rubbing it softly. "So, what do you say, miss Rebecca? Hungry?" Rebecca just glared back at Alexis. Her smile widened and she cocked one sharp eyebrow up over shimmering green eyes that held nothing else within them at that moment other than lustful mischief.

***

"You sure you guys don't want to stay the night?" Sky asked, when she came back into the living room from the kitchen, wielding the same bottle of Gatorade in her hand from before. She was only wearing her skimpy lace panties. The three guys were finishing re-dressing in the living room. John looked up from tying his shoe to scan her lithe form that was currently leaning against the wall frame that separated the two rooms. 




Much Mightier Than the Sword



She opened the door to her apartment and the two went inside. The temperature in there was much cooler than outside and Bobby felt instantly more comfortable. He went over to her large leather couch and sunk down in it. Everything in the apartment was top of the line stuff...since her daddy bought it all for her. He faced a 72 inch flat panel plasma TV that hung from the wall across from the couch. Only designer furniture littered her pad. Everything was art deco-inspired, fresh and clean. That's one of the reasons he liked to hang out here as much as possible.

As soon as he sat down, Alexis took her bags down the hallway and went into her bedroom. Bobby absent-mindedly turned on the expensive television while his thoughts raced about the possibilities with the pen the old man had given him. With it, he could have anything or anyone he had ever wanted. He was a veritable god now. The power was already starting to go to his head and he knew it. He vowed silently to himself to not let the power corrupt him and turn him into someone else. Maybe that's why the old man wanted to get rid of the pen. Maybe its power was pure evil and corrupted even the strongest of minds. His thoughts shifted to Golem from Lord of the Rings and he shivered. What if he turned into some real-life version of that creature, obsessed and insane over some mystical object? He pushed away those thoughts as Alexis poked her beautiful head around the corner from the hallway.

"Hey, you! Want to see me in that new bathing suit I got today?" she asked with a devious smile. Bobby's imagination ran wild with the image of her lithe form in the skimpy string bikini she had bought earlier today, and then started shifting into all the other outfits he could get her to wear for him. Catholic school girl. Slutty teacher. Nurse. Cop. He was nearly drooling. But he had to start somewhere.

"Go for it," he responded, smiling back at her. Her head vanished back into the hallway. He was apathetically channel surfing when she re-entered the room a few minutes later, only wearing the tiniest white bikini that left very little to the imagination. He dropped the remote when his eyes landed on her. The bright white fabric contrasted beautifully with her dark complexion, making her look even better than before. She sauntered over in front of him and slowly twirled around to show off the goods. She definitely had the body of a super model. Bobby couldn't help but think she would be doing that very thing if she wasn't already rolling in tons of cash from her family. His eyes wandered up her long, smooth legs, over her narrow hips and firm, washboard stomach and came to a pause at her full C-cup tits that were barely being held in by two tiny white triangles that sat perfectly over her nipples. But the fabric didn't hide them. Maybe it was just cold in the room. He looked at her face and saw her beaming proudly at him. "You like?" she said, knowing full well what the answer to that was.

"Daddy likey...but I think I would like it more off of you." She eyed him lustfully and licked her teeth.

"Let's see what I can do," she said very seriously and reached behind her neck to undo the top. She let the straps hang over her shoulders as she seductively untied the straps behind her back. Once completely undone, she turned her back on him and pulled the top free of her body and dropped it to the ground. Bobby stared amazingly at her all-but-bare ass and her sexy bare back, with the sides of her firm tits visible on each side.

"My god, you're sexy," he said, almost under his breathe. She giggled as she started tugging her g-string bikini bottom down her legs, unearthing the beauty of her all-natural derriere. She left the bottoms on the floor and stepped out of them, her back still to him. She crossed her arms over her naked breasts and looked back over her shoulder with a sexy glare, letting her bangs fall over her eyes as she started to gyrate her hips to non-existent music. Bobby rubbed his rock-hard crotch while watching this striptease that never would have happened before today. But today, he was her king...and she would dance for him.

"You need help with that?" she asked in her sultriest voice and turned around to reveal her fully-nude front side. She was a goddess in the perfect physical vessel. God bless.

"I could use some attention," he admitted, smiling widely. She smiled at him again and walked right up in front of him, then leaned down to start undoing his pants.

"That's what I'm here for," she whispered lowly, and started to slide his pants off his legs. He kicked them the rest of the way off, along with his underwear. He then pulled off his t-shirt as she straddled his lap and pressed her tits into his chest. "Take me...". She reached beneath her and guided his dick into her sopping wet pussy and started to kiss him frenetically while grinding up and down on his member. He took a breast in each hand and started kneading them while she pounded herself on him. It wasn't long before she broke the kiss and leaned back to simply enjoy the penetration and allowed him to start sucking and licking her stiff nipples, which he greedily did. She was moaning in feminine, high-pitched tones in no time after he went to work on her tits.

"Fuck me, fuck me...," she pleaded while messing up her hair with her hands. He obliged her and started pistoning his cock into her cunt with his hips as hard as he could in his current position. Her moans quickly became louder and more frequent as the fuck session escalated. She looked down at him with burning eyes at one point and said: "Fuck me doggy style!" He looked back up at her, shocked once again.

"I thought you hated that position?"

"I wanna do whatever makes you happy. I want you to fuck me and use me like a dog!" Bobby wasn't going to question it any further and helped to lift her up off of his still-hard cock. She climbed onto the couch on all fours, and poked her sweat-glazed ass toward him, and waived it back and forth while licking her lips. He grabbed her forcefully by the hips and shoved his missile deep into her silo, more turned on than ever by her behavior. "Oh god!" she cried with a thunderous moan as he buried himself deep in her. He started pounding her like he'd never done before with any girl. He reached over and played with her jiggling tits as he fucked her from behind.

"You're my little slut, aren't you?" he hissed through the haze of lust.

"Oh, yes! God! I'm your slut! Fuck your slut!" she cried out before burying her head in the cushions. He spread her ass cheeks apart and started slapping it as he continued to drill her.

"I want to titty-fuck you!" he called out without thinking. He never would have said such a thing to her before, because he knew she would be a little more than upset. But since she was now open to a lot of new things in order to please her king, he let his sexual inhibitions go...and he was glad he did. She pulled away from his dick and flipped over on the couch. She was rubbing and pulling on her hard nipples as she looked into his eyes. She then scooted down the couch, closer to him, and reached up to jack off his cock with her hand. She lay back down on her back and pushed her tits together over and over again.

"Then do it, already..." she finally said. He happily straddled himself over her chest and thrust his cock in the canyon between her perky tits. With each stroke, she licked the head of his cock with her tongue before it traveled back through her cleavage. She was looking straight into his eyes while he did it and his eyes were locked on hers. "Come on...fuck my tits faster!" she said in mock annoyance. He sped up his thrusts, but it wasn't too long before he felt that familiar sensation emerging from his center.

"I'm close," was all he said before he pulled away from her tits. She quickly sat up and shoved his dick in her mouth and started deepthroating it, while fondling his nut sack. "Here I come!" he announced and she pulled her mouth off, closed her eyes and prepared herself for her first-ever facial. He quickly took over and continued jacking off. The realization that she would have broken up with him and never spoken to him again if he had came on her face before today, sent him careening over the edge. The most thunderous orgasm of his life rocked his body as jet after jet of white spunk shot out onto Alexis' face and hair. He kept spurting and aimed down to get some on her tits. Sure enough, a gob landed very close to her cleavage and started to run down her right breast. He finally managed to drain most of the lizard, and she made sure it was completely dry by taking him back in her mouth and sucking the remains out.

Afterward, they both sat in that position, exhausted and fully satisfied. Bobby fell back onto the couch to catch his breathe and regroup from that explosive money shot. Alexis was busy wiping the extra cum off her body and putting it in her mouth. She cleaned herself completely and licked her fingers clean as if she just finished a tasty cupcake. She crawled over and lay beside him, resting her head on his chest. They rested like that for a long time in silence. Alexis was the first to speak.

"That was the best ever."

"Yes...yes, it was."

"I'm starving. You want me to make us up something?"

Bobby looked her in the eyes, wishing she had been this way all along. But he knew a way now to make it even better. "Yeah, I'm pretty hungry."

"Good," she said and leaned up to kiss him. "Don't do anything. Let me handle everything."

"You won't get anything outta me," he replied as she pulled herself off the couch.

"I got plenty out of you already," she said, licking her lips as she pulled her bikini bottoms back on. Deciding to leave the top on the ground, she scurried off into the kitchen. When she was out of sight, Bobby stood up and pulled his underwear and pants back on. He had an idea and immediately started searching for a piece of paper.

Ten minutes passed before Alexis came back in the den, still topless and as joyful as ever. Bobby was still seated on the couch, watching TV.

"I was going to make us some steaks. You want mashed potatoes to go with it?" she asked from the archway.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Hey, babe, come here. I have another note here for you to read."

While still smiling, a curious sparkle lit her eyes and she strode over to the couch where she plopped down next to him, as tightly close to him as possible. "Oh yeah? Then gimme," she whispered in a playful manner. Without hesitation, Bobby pulled a folded piece of paper from his pants pocket and handed it over. She snatched it away from him and unfolded it. She pulled her mischievous gaze away from his eyes and read the note.

Alexis Mahoney,

From this moment on you will obey any command that Bobby Rogan gives you. You will not question anything he tells you to do and you will always be completely honest when he asks you a question.

As her eyes moved over the penned message, she seemed to enter another trance-like state. She also seemed unable to pull her eyes away from the paper until she finished reading every last word. Bobby figured that was another power of the pen and ink: once the subject started reading, they would be unable to stop until finished. When she did finish, the trance dropped away and she came back as she was before. She looked a bit confused and handed the note back to him.

"That's strange. Who keeps writing these messages to me?"

"That would be me."

She seemed even more puzzled now. "But...why?" He decided to put his newest message to the test.

"It doesn't matter. From now on, you will love to read any of these messages that I give to you and you won't question them." She smiled broadly.

"Okay, I can do that."

He was starting to get hard again. But he still felt he needed to test the range of her servitude. He needed to get her to do something she would have never done before, even with her new-found attitude. He nodded toward a tall, thin candle sitting on a shelf across the room. "You see that candle over there?" She swiveled her head to look at it.

"Yeah?"

"Take off your bottoms and go fuck yourself in the ass with it until I tell you to stop," he boldly commanded, and held his breathe after saying it. She looked at the candle for a moment and then turned back to look at him.

"Alright," she replied nonchalantly before standing and pulling her bikini bottoms off. Now completely naked again, she waltzed over to the shelf and pulled the long candle stick from its holder. She then got down on all fours, spread her ass as much as possible and stuck the wickless end into her asshole. No sounds of pleasure came from her. There were only small grunts of pain, but she started pumping it in and out of her ass anyway. Bobby decided it would be much hotter if she was enjoying it.

"You love to have things penetrate your ass. It gives you as much pleasure as being fucked in your pussy," he said, standing up from the couch and moving closer. As soon as the words finished issuing from his mouth, moans of pleasure started to issue from hers. Her face contorted from expressions of pain to ones of pure bliss. It wasn't long before a sheen of sweat covered her trim body and she was pounding the stick hard into her ass. Her moans became screams until she finally let out a monstrous shriek that signaled her orgasm. She collapsed on the ground from the explosive pleasure, but continued to work the stick in her ass because Bobby had not told her to stop yet. He was rock-hard now and decided to really have some fun.

"Alright, you can stop now." She pulled the stick out of her ass and just lay on the floor in her post-orgasmic bliss. "How'd you like that?" She rolled over on her back and looked up at him.

"At first, I didn't like it at all. It was really hurting me...but after you said I liked it, it felt great! My god, it felt like I was fucking my pussy with it!" she rolled over and got up on her knees. "What's going on, Bobby? That note said I would obey everything you told me to do, and so far...I have. And you wrote it? How is that possible?" She was starting to panic and Bobby had to fix it quick.

"I got this magical pen. Any message I write with it will be obeyed by whoever it's addressed to. You read it and now you will do anything I say...anything at all. But you're not going to worry about it. In fact, you like the idea that you must do everything I say. It gives your life meaning and purpose."

The worry in her eyes immediately went away and she was her new, perky and happy self once again. "That's pretty cool," she replied, not worried in the least that she was his new slave. She stood up and put the candle back on the shelf, then turned back to him. "So tell me to do something else..."

"Alright...do you still have that short, plaid skirt?" he asked as she came close to him.

"Yes," she responded, now clutched in his arms and playing with his hair.

"Then go in your room and dress up like a slutty little catholic school girl...without underwear." She pulled away from him quickly, excited by the proposition.

"Your wish is my command," she said with a grin and trotted down the hall toward her room.

"I know it is."

When she came back in the room a few minutes later, Bobby's mind was reeling. As he looked at her firm, tanned form now adorned in the regalia of a whorish catholic school girl, the possibilities of what he could have her do next kept flashing through his mind. She had on the aforementioned red and white short plaid skirt and complemented it with a tiny white blouse that was only being held together at the bottom by a small knot. Her long, toned legs were now supplemented with black pumps and knee-high white socks and her shoulder-length dark hair was pulled up into pigtails with red lace. Of course, she had on no underwear of any sort, so her tits were almost completely hanging out of the wide-open blouse without the support of any bra, and her skirt was so short, he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks when she twirled around upon entry.

"So what's the lesson for today?" she said with a mock-little girl voice. That was precisely what Bobby was trying to decide. His new control over her and her current outfit made him too horny to think of anything right at that moment, so he just decided to take her and fuck her right then and there. For the next few hours, they fucked and sucked all over her apartment. When they finished, he realized he would have much more fun with his new slave and his new magical pen later...after he got some rest. He and Alexis fell asleep in each other's arms in her bed that evening, and didn't wake until the next morning.

Let me know what you thought of the story. If there's enough interest, I'll write the second chapter. Until then, ciao.