The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Space was beautiful. I found myself floating among the stars. They glowed and twinkled all around me.

As I floated weightlessly I realized I wasn’t just floating without direction, I was moving toward something, another star. But it wasn’t a star, it was a planet. I approached it at a terrible speed and saw it grow quickly until I could distinguish the land masses and oceans. I was in orbit, watching the blue globe rotate below me. And then I was in its gravity well. Entering the atmosphere there was brilliant heat and light as I plummeted toward the planet surface, but it didn’t touch me. Then I was falling, the ground was coming up to meet me. Closer, and closer. The towering mountains were like ant hills, then like a woman’s small breast, then it was like a very large woman’s breast and I slammed into it face first…

That’s when I woke up. “Weird.” It seemed to me that there was an echo of thunder but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

But something was happening. I felt it growing, rushing to meet me. Euphoria, elation, excitement, adrenaline rush,… a buzzing feeling in my head. I brought my hands to my head and held on for dear life. It felt like the best orgasm ever while riding on the fastest and highest roller coaster in the world all at once. Then it was past.

I sat up. Another slaver has died. I thought. I have more slaves, and if the intensity of that was any indication there are a lot of them.

Lying back down I wondered what I would do with several hundred more slaves. No idea.

But that wasn’t the end. It happened four more times over the next two hours as I lie there under the stars that night. The rest were decidedly weaker than that first one but I still felt them. A massacre was occurring. There was no other possible explanation. The hunters had sprung their traps and in a mass unified attack were taking out any slavers they knew of, and I was the beneficiary.

It was three o’clock in the morning and I was wide awake. Full of extra energy. How many new slaves did I just inherit? Hundreds or thousands? There was no way I could process them all in less than a week. But they would be seeking me out. I needed to tell them to just stay where they were, not come looking for me. If only I could command them all en masse. Could I? I’d never tried it. And I didn’t even know who they were. But did it matter? It might not. It wouldn’t hurt to try.

I closed my eyes to focus. I thought of all my slaves, wherever they were in the world. Tried not to think of individuals, but just the mass of women who looked to me as their master.

If you just became my slave in the last few hours stay where you are. Do not try to contact me. I will call you if I need you. I will instruct you later. If you have a special and urgent need then you can call or email me now… I communicated my cell phone number and my ‘thingsmasterneedstoknow’ email address.

Less than a minute later my phone rang. I sighed. “Hello.”

“Master?!”

“Yes. What’s your name?”

“Rachel.”

“What’s your situation Rachel?”

“Something blew up. My… my former master is dead…, and I’m trapped inside the house. The roof caved in. I can’t get out, I can’t move.”

“Where is the house Rachel?”

“Outside Phoenix, in the country.”

Well, that was close enough I might actually be able to help. “Can the police help?”

“I suppose but there are a lot of illegal drugs here. They might send me to jail. But…, if it’s what you want me to do I’ll call them.”

“Are you in immediate danger. Are you able to wait until I get there.”

“How long?”

“Well, I’m outside Phoenix right now myself, so probably not more than an hour.”

“Yes I can wait that long I think.”

“Do you smell any gas or smoke?”

“There was a lot of smoke earlier but there’s hardly any now.”

“Give me the address and I’ll leave right away.”

I wrote down the address on the back of a business card and looked it up on google maps on my cell phone. She wasn’t far from where I was now, in fact she was just a couple of miles further out from the city. I wondered if that was the one that had felt so strong.

I thought about going back to town for tools but figured I could make do without.

There were dead guards by the front gate.

When I pulled into the property it looked like the pictures you see after a tornado goes through a residential area. There were pieces of twisted metal I took to be the remains of a car or truck, on further scrutiny it looked like it might have been a mini-van, but it was now inside out and large chunks were completely missing. I figured that’s where the bomb had been.

The house, and it was a big house, was mostly flattened. It had originally been two stories, now the front half was mostly gone and the back half was just the peaked roof sitting on the ground.

Using my cell phone I called Rachel. “Ok Rachel, I’m here. You need to guide me to where you are.” I picked up a three foot 2x4.

“I’m at the back of the house in the kitchen.”

I climbed up on the flattened roof and made my way toward the back.

“Ok.” I said into the phone. “I’m going to bang on the roof and you tell me if I’m close.”

I smacked the roof with the 2x4 three times.

“It sounds like you’re near the bedroom. The kitchen is at the other end of the house.”

“Ok. Hang on, I’m headed that way.”

Walking to the other extremity of the partially intact roof I noticed that here the roof was a little taller. I jumped about six feet to the ground and found a splintered mess of a wall with a blown out window.

“Rachel are you in here?” I called through the window.

“Yes! Yes I’m here Master.”

“Are you hurt or in any pain?”

“No Master. I’m squeezed in next to the refrigerator, there’s a little space here, but I can’t get out.”

I used the 2x4 to loosen a couple of studs and pry the window frame out. It was a slow process but it finally came crashing down breaking the remaining glass.

The space inside the opening was a riot of studs and sheet rock, splinters and dust and pieces of broken glass. I caught sight of a foot covered with white dust protruding from behind a partially collapsed wall.

“Can you move your foot for me Rachel?”

“Ok.” The foot moved back and forth.

“Ok, I see you. Just sit tight.”

Crawling through the window with my trusty 2x4 I tried to pull and pry on the wall but it wasn’t budging. Then I realized that it wasn’t a wall but the ceiling. When the collapse had occurred the ceiling had come crashing down but there was something behind the obstruction that had caused it to collapse at an angle, probably the refrigerator.

“Rachel I can’t move the ceiling so I’m going to try breaking out the sheet rock. Close your eyes and keep as far away from the ceiling as you can.”

“Yes Master.”

I saw her foot move, turning away from the wall of sheet rock. Then I hammered on the sheet rock, it came away fairly easily since I was on the back side of the wall (the top side of the ceiling). White gypsum dust flew into the air and settled to the ground.

Finally I had a big enough hole made in the wall that I thought Rachel could get through it.

“Ok Rachel, see if you can climb out of there.”

A figure covered in white dust and almost nothing else emerged from the hole I’d made. I gave her my hand and helped her step through clutching a cordless phone in her left hand. All she had been wearing when the explosion happened was a black thong.

She immediately wrapped her arms around me and started crying. I just held her for a few minutes and let her cry, patting her on the back and saying “Your safe now, it’s ok.”

“What… what about the others?” she asked tentatively.

“I don’t know. As soon as we get out of here I’ll place an anonymous call to the police. This is going to require some emergency response personnel.”

She nodded. When she had stopped crying I said “We still have one more hole to climb through.” Motioning to where the window used to be. “Be careful, there’s a lot of broken glass.”

I took some of the larger pieces of sheetrock and laid them on the floor to cover any glass.

“Alright. Let me climb out first and then you can climb out onto my back and I’ll carry you to a safe place.”

She nodded again and I pulled myself through the window opening. When I was outside she climbed through and clambered onto my back piggyback.

With glass, wood and even chunks of cement crunching under my boots I carried her out to my bike and sat her down on it. Turning around I finally got a good look at her. She was amazingly well shaped. Her tits had to be at least D-cups but they were so full and firm I had to wonder if they were real. A tiny waist flaring to wide hips and long legs made her body the ideal of a pin-up girl. Her face seemed perfect too but it was hard to be sure since the white dust covering her features only let me see the basic shape.

I had my backpack and fished out a semi-clean rag. “Stay here.” I instructed and went to find some water to dampen the rag. It wasn’t difficult, there were several burst pipes spewing various amounts of water. When she had wiped her face I was even more amazed. She was a truly beautiful woman, in a league of her own, easily outclassing any of my other slaves. Then it dawned on me where I’d seen her. She was Barbi, the doll. Long legs, short torso, built like a brick shit-house, the only thing that was missing were the perpetually elevated heels.

“You were awfully damn lucky to have been standing by the refrigerator when this happen. Do you really think someone else might be alive in there?”

She shook her head. “They were in the play room with… him. I know for sure he’s dead.”

“How many?”

“Besides… Ted, four girls with him and four more guarding.”

Were these deaths laid at my door too. Had I started this by my attack on the Hunter compound. No, they’d been planning this for a long time. The amount of explosives, the total destruction, this was not done on the spur of the moment.

“Ted was your master?”

“Yes. Ted Muller.”

“Well, there’s no reason to hang around here. Let’s go.”

I loaned her my leather jacket. It was a chilly night and on a motorcycle it would have been unbearably cold without any clothes.

She hesitated for a moment but got onto the motorcycle behind me. She held on really tight as I drove us back to my camp.

By the time I got there she was shaking like a leaf and I was cold too. “Are you cold?”

“Yeah.” She said. “But mostly scared. I’ve never been on anything like that before.” She indicated the bike.

“Really? That scared you? We weren’t even going fast.”

“I was scared. I kind of liked it too. But, yeah, I was pretty scared.”

I set up the tent properly and we both got into the sleeping bag to get warm. I would have thought she would be exhausted but as soon as we were in the bag she grabbed my cock which hardened instantly in her probing hand. Then she moved down and put her mouth over the head of my penis and sucked. It seemed a mechanical action.

“Rachel, why are you doing that?”

I heard her muted voice from deep inside the sleeping bag. “It was what… Ted always wanted me to do.”

“And was he happy with the way you did it?”

“No. He said I sucked at sucking… and sometimes he beat me for it.”

“And how did you feel about him doing that?”

“He was my master, he could do anything he wanted. I thought I must have deserved it.”

“And now, looking back, how do you feel about him treating you that way?”

She paused for a few seconds and took a breath. “I hate him. I feel really angry and… betrayed.”

“Right. So here’s the deal. If anything should ever happen to me and you become the property of another, I don’t want you to feel that way about me. So why don’t we start fresh. Just forget about what Ted wanted you to do and let me tell you what I expect. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Good. Now come back up here so I can see your face. The whole point of getting into this sleeping bag was to get warmed up and the best way to do that is to have as much as our body surface touching as we can.”

“Yes Master.” She scooched back up to the top of the bag.

“What else did Ted make you do?”

“He… he made me act like a dog… sometimes, and he… loaned me to his friends..., he…” She started to cry. “made me do it with a… a dog… once.” Now she was crying in earnest and clinging to me with her face buried in my shoulder. “I hate him. If he wasn’t dead… I’d kill him.”

“Shhh.” I comforted her. “He’s gone now. Nobody’s going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

She pulled away and looked at me. “Re… really?”

“Yes really, not even me. I won’t make you do anything you don’t really want to do.”

She looked at me like she didn’t believe me. “So… so if I said I don’t like sex, you wouldn’t make me do it?”

“That’s right. You only have to do things you feel comfortable with.”

Then the flood of tears started again. This time I thought maybe they were happy tears.

The problem was that now I had a blazing hard on and I needed some relief but I’d just promised her I wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Then it came to me; just make her want sex with me.

Rachel, you are so happy and relieved that I am not going to mistreat you that you feel the need to show your appreciation with sex. Over the next five minutes you will realize that you not only want to have sex with me to say thank you, you will also become uncontrollably aroused.

She seemed pensive for a few seconds and then said “Master? Can I do something for you?”

“Sure Rachel, if you really want to.”

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing member. “Mmmm. That feels good Rachel. Thank you.”

Her grip tightened a little. “Uh. Master? Why is it so big?”

“Ah. Was Ted smaller?”

“Yes. Much smaller. And sometimes it still hurt. I don’t think I could fit yours inside me.”

“It’s ok. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I uh… I like the way it feels though. It’s so hot, and so big.” She moved her hand to the base of my erection and stroked it all the way to the head, tightened her grip momentarily and then stroked back down to the base.

“That feels really nice.”

“Can I… can I suck on it?”

“Sure. But only if you really want to.”

She moved down again and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.

“Did Ted ever try to teach you how to do that better?”

I felt her shake her head.

It was getting pretty warm in the sleeping bag and I figured she wasn’t getting much oxygen so I pulled the zipper down about half way and let her head poke out.

“Well if you want me to I’ll tell you how to do it so it feels fantastic to me.”

She nodded.

“Ok. First it’s not enough to just suck on the head. Using your lips and tongue, not your teeth, slide it into your mouth as far as you can and then slide it back out. Remember to keep pressure on it with your lips and tongue.” Rachel, when my cock touches the back of your throat you won’t gag or choke.

She slid down experimentally and I saw her eyes widen as the swollen head of my dick went into her throat like it was a knife in a sheath. Then she slid it back out.

“There you go. You’re a natural. Just keep doing that.”

She did, and I could tell she was beginning to enjoy it.

“Now, cup my balls in your hand gently and lightly stroke them.”

She followed my instructions and said “Mmmmmm.” Around the head of my cock. Which felt really good.

After another half a minute of this, during which her vocalizations were growing more and more pronounced, she let my shaft slide completely out of her mouth. She was breathing really hard.

“Master?”

“Yes Rachel.”

“Would… I mean can I see if I can make it fit?”

“If that’s something you really want to try then it’s fine with me.”

She nodded and slid the thong down her legs. Then sitting up she spread her legs straddling my crotch, grasped my shaft and made a real effort to make it enter her pussy, which was dripping like a worn out faucet.

Rachel, you will not lose consciousness until I come. I projected to her mind.

She got it about a third of the way in when she shook and moaned.

“Wha… something just happened.” She gasped.

“Yeah, you just had an orgasm.”

“Is that… I never felt that before. Is that what it’s supposed to feel like?”

“Yeah. Did you like it?”

“I think so. It scared me a little at first. Do you think you could make it happen again?” She wasn’t pushing me any further inside her but she was flexing her pelvis forward and back. She was really starting to feel turned on.

“I think so. If you really want to keep doing this.”

“Oh yeah.” She said and pushed down. I went in about three quarters deep and bottomed out.

Rachel screamed and stopped moving while her body spasmed and throbbed inside. “Ohhhhh. My God! Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” I teased.

She looked at me with such a predatory look she seemed like a different person.

“Want? Want!? My God! I NEED it! I want more!”

“Alright, if you’re sure. Just slide it in and out.”

She raised herself up and slid back down. Her muscles jerked like a break dancer and she let out a whimper. She did that a couple more times and I figured the five minutes were about up by now and she should be at the height of her arousal.

She started humping me as fast as she could recover from each orgasm, barely letting one subside before stroking again. Her breaths were coming in ragged pants and groans and her body was starting to shake with the effort of raising herself up.

“Do you want me to help?” I asked.

She just nodded.

“Ok. If you want to you can trade places with me and lay down on your back.”

She nodded again.

I pulled her to me without separating and rolled over on top of her.

I fondled her beautiful titties, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, lightly caressing and stroking, squeezing them and letting them fill my hands. They felt real enough. “Rachel, have you ever had breast enhancement surgery?”

“No.” she said between moans, “Everyone used to ask me that…, but I haven’t done anything to them.”

“Well you’ve got the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Ahhhhh! Oh, oh, oooohhhh.” She had an orgasm just from my complement on her breasts.

Then I decided to worship at the altar of her breasts. I took the left one into my mouth and gave it a strong suck.

“Nnnnnnnggggg. Oh.” She orgasmed again. “I… never knew.”

I switched to the other one and did the same with the same results.

Ok. No more orgasms until I come, then you can have a really big one.

I started sawing into her with a will. My need had been delayed too long, I was ready. My balls tightened and suddenly I was spewing my seed into her.

“Oooooh my god! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnngggggggggggggg! Nnnnnnnngggggggggg!” Then she was out.

I drifted off too within a few minutes.

When I woke up it was nearly noon. The cool night had given way to a cool, cloudy, blustery day. The tent cloth was whipping and popping with the wind gusts.

Rachel was watching me and now that there was some light I could see her much better. She had beautiful blue eyes and long brown hair. Her face was model perfect and her lips full and enticing.

“Good morning Master. I love you.”

“I love you too hun. How old are you Rachel?”

“Twenty.”

“And how long were you with Ted?

“A little over two years.”

I thought about what she had told me last night. “Why did Ted have illegal drugs in his house?”

“He used them on us sometimes. He would get us high before having sex with us. I’m not sure why, I think maybe it made him feel more powerful.”

“Really?” It was hard to imagine someone wanting more power than the ability to make a slave out of any woman he chooses. “Did Ted ever mention any other Slavers in the area?”

“Just one. Someone named Abel. He lives near Tucson. I was with Ted once when he drove by Able’s house, he got really mad as we drove by and later he beat me, but I don’t think he was mad at me, he was just mad. I think he hated Abel and I think Abel hated Ted too, from some comments Ted made.”

“Hmm. I wonder why.”

“He never said.”

“Ok. Now tell me about you. Do you have family?”

“Yes, my parents.”

“And where are they?”

“Here in Phoenix.”

“Do you want to see them?”

“I would like to but I don’t know if they want to see me.”

“Why?”

“They think I went with Ted because I wanted to. They were really angry when I left home. I was already Ted’s but I was still seventeen so he told me to come to him as soon as I turned eighteen. He said he didn’t want any problems with the police.”

“And why wouldn’t they want you to come back?”

“They’re really religious. They think I betrayed God. They might not want to even talk to me.”

“I see. Well, if you want to try I’ll go with you.”

“Yes. I think I need to try, at least once. I used to be like them until I was… taken.”

“Ok. You stay here and I’ll go get you some clothes. Once you’re decent I’ll take you shopping for real and you can pick out a few things you like. Tomorrow we’ll go see you parents.”

After writing down her clothing sizes I took the bike down to Walmart and picked up some jeans, socks, shoes, shirt and a jacket. Basic fair for bike riding.

On the way back I noticed an RV dealership and an idea occurred to me. Within an hour I had rented a thirty-six foot motor home with a rack for hauling my bike attached to the back.

When I drove up to the tent Rachel was hiding inside, she seemed relieved when she saw it was me.

“Where did you have this?” She asked looking at the motorhome.

“I just rented it. It’s got a shower, a kitchen and a real bed.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Thank you Master. I need a shower so bad. And I can think of a use for the bed too.” She said arching her eyebrows.

“I thought you didn’t like sex.”

“You changed my mind last night.” She kissed me again. “Can it be like that every time?”

“Sure. Maybe even better.”

“Then with you, I love sex, and I want to do it as often as we can.”

“I think that can be arranged. Let’s get these things packed up.”

After stowing the tent and sleeping bag. We drove back into town. I passed the Walmart this time and found a huge mall with all the major stores.

We parked in an isolated corner of the parking lot and Rachel got in the shower. She hadn’t put on her new clothes yet, she wanted to bathe first.

After Rachel had bathed and dressed we walked into the mall and found a Cheesecake Factory for a late lunch. She shopped at Macy’s, picking out some nice clothes including some very sexy underwear and some high heel shoes.

We walked around for a few hours looking into any shops that interested us and talking. She was a bit of a riddle. She knew things, deeply intellectual things, about history and geography and psychology, but she was a complete innocent when it came to anything technological. She knew what a cell phone was but she didn’t know anything about texting, email, Twitter or Facebook. The internet was a complete mystery to her.

I asked why.

“Well, my parents made me study anything that might help me know about God but they said computers and television were a waste of time and a distraction designed by the devil. Our house was full of books.”

“How did Ted end up enslaving you?”

“I went with my mom to the grocery store and he saw me there.” She paused. “You know, the more I think about it the more I hate him. He hurt me a lot.”

“Don’t worry hun, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know that Master.” She smiled. “I know you could never hurt anyone.”

I grimaced. That hit a nerve that I was just beginning to forget was exposed.

“No Rachel, you don’t know me. I have hurt people, and worse.” I shook my head. “But I won’t hurt you.”

She looked at me steadily. “Whatever you did, you regret it, I can see that. And I may not know you well but I know this; you would never hurt someone for spite.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Well I guess that’s some comfort.”

We were walking by a TGI Friday’s. I checked my watch; 7pm, time for some grub. “Hey, let’s stop in here and get something to eat.”

After being seated the waiter asked us if we wanted anything to drink. “Would you like a Long Island Iced Tea?”

“Yes, thank you.” She replied.

When the drinks came she was surprised. “This is not like any iced tea I ever had.”

“It’s a mixed drink. Sorry I should have told you.”

She had a confused look on her face.

“It’s an alcoholic beverage.” I explained.

“Oh.” Her mouth made that little O shape and she brought her fingers to her lips.

I touched her other hand. “It’s ok. I won’t let you drink too much.”

“It’s just that my parents think drinking alcohol is a sin, and Ted used to drink beer but he never gave us any even though he used to give us pills to get us high. I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“Just sip it slowly and tell me later whether you liked it or not. Try to enjoy yourself.”

“Ok.”

By the time we left she was giggling like a schoolgirl, which…, she very nearly was. She liked the first drink and decided to order a margarita as a follow up.

“Master.” She waggled her finger at me. “You lied to me.”

“How’s that?”

“You let me get drunk.” giggle

While we were eating a large group of women had come in and they were having a party at the bar. As we walked out I noticed one of them tug on the sleeve of another and point at us. She was a striking woman with raven black hair that fell around her shoulders like a waterfall. Maybe she thought I had gotten Rachel drunk to take advantage of her. I didn’t give it any more thought.

“Oh you’re not drunk. You, are what we call, buzzed. Close to drunk but not quite there. Though you probably shouldn’t drive a car for a couple of hours. One more drink though and you would have been three sheets to the wind.”

“Three… ?”

“Three sheets to the wind. It’s a euphemism for falling down drunk.”

“I know what a euphemism is. I studied English.” giggle “And Greek, and Latin and Hebrew.” giggle

“Well since you know all about euphemisms how would you like to get back to the motorhome so we can do the horizontal mambo?”

She got a really serious look on her face. “mSorry Master. I don’t know how to dance. Poppa didn’t approve dancing.”

“Trust me. This is a dance you can do.”

“You’re going to teach me?”

I smiled and whispered in her ear. “It means sex.”

A big smile came over her face. “I can do that. What did you call it?”

“Horizontal mambo.”

giggle “Horizontal… I should have figured that out. I am pretty smart you know.”

“Yes I know.” I smiled as I put down all of the bags of new clothes and opened the door to the motorhome.

We were parked so far out in an isolated corner of the parking lot that I thought we could engage in a little fun without bothering anyone or anyone bothering us.

“Before we do anything else, I imagine you need to use the bathroom.”

She nodded.

“And drink this. Drink it all down.” I handed her a bottle of water. “It’ll help if you are prone to have a hangover. I wish I had some B-complex vitamins but water will have to do for now.”

She drank about half of the water and disappeared into the tiny bathroom. After a few minutes she came out and finished the rest of the water.

Then with a mischievous smile she pulled her top over her head and reach around her back to undo her bra. Those perfect breasts bounced into place as they escaped their prison. My boy immediately stood to attention and saluted.

I leaned in and kissed her lips. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck, extending the kiss and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

After a minute of this we broke off. She was panting. “God, I want you so bad.”

“Likewise hun.” I pulled my shirt over my head and let my pants drop to the floor. Kicking off my shoes I stepped out of the pants and stripped of my underwear. Then I unzipped her pants and she quickly pulled them off together with her thong. We were both buck naked.

I took her to the back of the motorhome and had her kneel on the edge of the bed facing away from me. Her tits hung suspended in air like they were weightless. I reached around and caressed them with both hands and she shivered and moaned.

Then I lined myself up with her moist opening and when she felt my cock at her pussy she pushed back and I entered her.

“Ohhhhh. Mmmmmmpphhh. Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh.” She gasped as she had her first orgasm. “So good.” She panted.

But the command I had given her the night before held, she didn’t pass out.

“Was Ted not able to do this for you?”

“Oh God no! Not even close.”

“So when he did this,” I stroked out and in, “you didn’t feel any pleasure?”

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, God. No. Nothing.”

Interesting. I was always interested to know just how I was different from other Slavers and so far I hadn’t heard of anyone else having this effect on women.

“Tomorrow we’ll go see your family. Where do they live?”

“They live in… Aaaayyyyyyyy. Ohhhhh. Jesus… They live near Scottsdale.” She panted.

What are their names?

“T… Nnnnnnnggggggggg. Aaaaahhhhhh. Ohh… Tom and Alice Crowder.”

“Do you think they’ll like me?”

“I don’t knooooooowwwwwwwwww. Ahhhhhh. Oh my God.” She was starting to tremble now and to drool on the bed spread. It was time to finish this.

No more orgasms until I come Rachel.

I began to stroke slowly. Long, deep strokes, bottoming out with each one just an inch short of being completely buried inside her. She moaned and sighed, no longer having an orgasm but clearly enjoying the physical contact. As I picked up speed her breaths came in more urgent short pants and she started to plead. “Please Master… pleeease. Plow me deep. I am your field for cultivation. Sow your seed in me.”

So I did. I felt my balls tighten and sprayed the insides of her vagina with my spend.

“Nnnnnnnngngggggggghghhhhhhhhh!” She collapsed onto the bed, dead to the world. I lay down next to her drifting into oblivion myself.

A couple of hours later I got up and moved the motorhome. I didn’t want to stay in the parking lot all night, who knew what kind of hoodlums roamed the area in the wee hours of the morning. So I drove back out to the desert and found an isolated spot to park.

The next morning I went to BestBuy and bought a new computer. I had stormed out of San Diego in such a funk that I hadn’t brought anything and I was missing being connected.

I bought a floor model that already had MS Office installed and for now that was all I needed. I also purchased one of those wireless internet cards.

Then we headed for Rachel’s parent’s house. The house was part of a small neighborhood outside Scottsdale. It was an older development with about six houses lining either side of a single paved road. Their house was somewhat isolated from the others by a high block fence.

“Nervous?” I asked.

She nodded and swallowed hard.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here with you.” I said, taking her hand in mine.

She nodded again and squeezed my hand.

We entered the front gate and approached the door. A couple of huge great danes came tearing around the corner of the house and I stiffened. But though they were barking and on guard at first they soon recognized Rachel and settled down.

“This is Samson and this is Goliath.”

“Nice dogs.” I said noncommittally.

At the door Rachel took a deep breath and knocked. After a moment the door was opened by a stunning duplicate of her.

“Beckie!” Rachel screamed raising her arms for a hug.

“Rachel!” Beckie screamed in unison and they hugged each other tight.

Beckie broke the embrace first. “Are you ok?” Her gaze into Rachel’s face was intent, like she was looking for something in particular.

“I’m better than I’ve been in years. It’s so good to see you.” Rachel was all smiles.

“I’m happy to see you too sis but Mom and Pop will be home soon and I don’t know if you want them to see you.”

“No Beck, I came to talk to them. I want to see them.”

Beckie regarded her for a moment and nodded. Then she looked at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry Beckie. This is Sam. Sam… it’s a long story but Sam, well he saved my life. And Sam, this is my twin sister Rebecca.”

Beckie’s eyebrows rose.

Just then an old Dodge truck pulled up in the driveway with the twin’s parents inside.

“Come in the house Rache, before they can tell you not to.” She waved us in.

The inside of the house was all natural oak paneling. There were bookshelves on every wall completely full of books, old and new. I saw no TV or computer. An old leather sofa was faced by a couple of nice armchairs across a coffee table made from a slab of some kind of wood with bright swirling ring patterns that was cut from a huge tree trunk.

Beckie sat Rachel and I in the armchairs and took a seat on the sofa.

When their parents came in their father stopped and stared at Rachel for a long half minute.

Rachel’s mom was very pretty for a middle aged woman, I could see where the girls got their looks. She came in at the end of that half minute and gasped. “I thought you were dead!” I saw her glance at Beckie.

“No Momma, I’m fine, thanks to Sam. There was a terrible explosion and the house fell down. I was trapped but Sam came and got me out.”

“Why are you here daughter of iniquity?” Her father finally queried.

“Poppa, I wanted to see you and Momma. It’s been two years, I missed you.” Rachel pleaded. Then added “And Beckie.”

“Then why did you leave? Where is your other man? Didn’t you say you loved him and could not disobey him?”

“He’s dead.”

That gave the man pause. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. “So, what now? Are you coming home to stay?”

“No Poppa, I can’t.” she shook her head. “I’m with Sam now.” She looked at me and smiled one of those melancholy smiles that says ‘I’m happy to be with you but I don’t think my dad is going to understand.’ I smiled back, trying to communicate reassurance that I was here for her.

“WHORE!” He shouted. “You are finally freed from the devil incarnate and you go right on living in wanton abandon with the first man that presents himself? You have no shame. Does the love of the Lord mean so little to you?”

Rachel brought the back of her hand to her mouth and placed her knuckles between her teeth. She had the look of a trapped animal and tears came unbidden to her eyes.

I felt I needed to step in. “Sir, I don’t think you understand your daughter’s situation.” I began.

“SITUATION!? I understand very well that she has chosen to live a life of debauchery and that she has no place in this house!” He interrupted.

“Please listen to me mister Crowder, I need to explain this to you.”

“WHAT RIGHT HAVE YOU GOT TO ORDER ME IN MY OWN HOUSE? GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU!”

I went from very calm to very, VERY HOT in about a thousandth of a second. “NO!!!! SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!” I shouted, standing up and pointing at the sofa. And something happened, a connection or a shift in perception, something indescribable.

To my everlasting surprise, Mr. Crowder walked over to the sofa and sat down. Mrs. Crowder just stood in place with her mouth open.

“Now listen to me.” I started. “There are people in this world that can do things to women. They can enslave them with just a thought. A woman enslaved in this way can’t resist, she can’t say no. Even if obedience is horrifying to her she must obey. This has nothing to do with God and the devil, it has nothing to do with religion. It’s simply a capability of certain human men. That’s all.

“Your daughter was taken by one of them, Ted. She had no choice in the matter, he saw her and he took her. Period. Now Ted is dead. But your daughter is still not free, once enslaved a woman can never be free. Because I was nearby, ownership of her was transferred to me. I had no choice in the matter either. I didn’t even know she existed until the moment Ted died.

“Now, I figure that if God exists he gave me these abilities and would NOT object to me using them. Additionally, I care about the women under my charge and they could be a lot worse off with some other master.

“If you can’t live with that then that’s your problem. Rachel and I will be on our way. But if you can find it in your heart to HAVE MERCY AND PITY ON YOUR POOR DAUGHTER who has been forced against her will into this situation, I know she would surely love to be able to talk to you from time to time. Otherwise, I’LL BE HER ONLY FAMILY AND YOU SHOULD ALL STOP PRETENDING TO BE CHRISTIANS BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT.”

Rachel’s father sat there struggling with his thoughts for a few minutes. Finally he said “I’m… sorry honey. I didn’t know all this. Is that really what happened?”

Rachel nodded.

“Can you be happy like that? I mean, you’re a slave aren’t you?”

She nodded again. “Yes Poppa, with Sam I think I can. I wasn’t really very happy with Ted, he wasn’t interested in my happiness. But with Sam it’s different, I can’t really explain it but Sam makes me happy.”

He turned to me. “There’s more to it than that isn’t there? I mean you just made me sit down and listen to you; against my will.”

“I guess so. That’s the first time that’s ever happened. I’m still learning what’s possible. I’ve only become aware of these abilities in the last few months.”

He was thoughtful. “If I don’t forgive her I know I won’t be able to be a Christian any more. Your words have changed me. You have a great power son. If it’s from God then I guess I have to accept it… if it’s not then I guess the devil’s already got me.”

He looked at his wife and his two daughters in turn. “Alright. Let’s just focus on being a family for today and enjoy each other’s company. Liv, why don’t you and the girls make us some lunch while Sam and I talk.”

The women retired into the kitchen. It seemed to me that Beckie was giving me the evil eye as she got up to go to the kitchen. I didn’t know what that was about but I was focusing on Mr. Crowder at the moment.

“Sam, can you tell me more? Can you tell me how this all started for you?”

I thought about that. “I suppose so. But I need your solemn promise that you won’t tell another soul.”

“I promise.” He replied without hesitation.

So I told him about Chahna and the others. About going to Arabia and my adventures in Mexico and Japan. I left out a lot of the sex, and my ability to hear other’s thoughts, and I didn’t tell him about massacring all those hunters.

He was a good listener and when I was finished he nodded and said. “You haven’t told me all of it. I suspect there are things you’re not proud of, or that you think would offend me. One thing I can see is that you have some ruthless enemies. What are you going to do to protect yourself and my daughter?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. The only viable option I can think of is to assume a new identity; let Sam Williams die and become someone else. Then try to keep a low profile and not attract attention.”

He nodded again and rubbed his face. “You’ll also need loyal people around you to watch your back, body guards and such. Don’t isolate yourself too much because if they do find you then you’ll have no protection.”

“Thank you sir, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“One more thing. A couple of months ago some women came to us. They tried to tell us the same things that you just told me. Actually they were trying to recruit my wife and daughter. They had seen Rachel with Ted and linked her to us; not too surprising. Even though I home schooled the girls they got lots of publicity. A local TV station found out how I was raising my daughters and ran a story over several nights. I didn’t watch it but as I understand it they had my girls on film doing normal things. Anyway one of these women recognized Rachel and they came to us. Tried to get my wife and Beckie to help them kill this Ted fellow. I put my foot down, my family was not going to participate in murder, I don’t care how well justified they think it is. Anyway, I wanted you to know. I don’t know if these women were associated with the Hunters you mentioned but you need to know they’re out there.”

“Thank you sir, I appreciate that. You seem to be taking this all very calmly if I may say so.”

“I know. It’s not like me. But you did something to me Sam.” He shook his head. “And I’ve been thinking, at least I still have Beckie.”

Just then Mrs. Crowder called us to the kitchen table. After Mr. Crowder said prayer we all enjoyed some good roast beef sandwiches with Boston baked beans and a green salad. The conversation at the table revolved around their family experiences, memories and old times.

Beckie participated in the conversation but I caught her glancing at me a couple of times in a way that made me wonder if she really didn’t like me. Well, her sister was my slave and she was no doubt disappointed that she wouldn’t be coming home to stay.

We stayed for a second meal in the evening then took our leave.

As we left Beckie asked “Where are you staying? In case we need to contact you.”

“We’ll just find a secluded spot in the desert tonight. We have the motorhome so we’re not restricted to a certain kind of camping venue. I need to go to Tucson tomorrow but we should be able to stop by again on the way back. My cell number is” I recited it while she wrote it down. “Just call if you need us.”