The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next day we drove to Tucson.

I wanted to talk to Abel. I was done with the government but I figured there was no reason Slavers shouldn’t have our own network.

I also started to put plans into effect to prepare for my death and reincarnation. I emailed Steve and instructed him to begin grooming Stefani for the CEO position.

I emailed Stefani and told her to cooperate with Steve, that I needed her in place at Adamson Corp. Also I told her to have Adiva, Rosa, Elena and Kai take the four million back to the yacht and wait for me there with Tayesha. And have the rest of the girls return to their normal routine.

We took our time getting to Tucson, stopping for lunch at a little souvenir store in the middle of nowhere. We walked around the store looking over the souvenirs and other bric-a-brac. I was amused to learn that most of the authentic Native American artifacts on display were actually made in China.

So anyway, by the time we got to Tuscon it was dark. Rachel had a hard time remembering exactly where Abel’s house was but we finally found it. There aren’t many hilltop properties around Tucson but Abel had managed to get one of the nicest and at the same time well hidden ones available. It was actually about twenty minutes south of town well back from the highway.

This seemed to be common with Slavers and Hunters alike. The isolation kept them away from prying eyes and with a clear approach they could identify potential threats before they arrived.

We drove past the driveway and kept going. I didn’t want to spook Abel by just showing up in the middle of the night. Tomorrow, in daylight, I could approach him in a less threatening manner.

So we found a nice flat area just off the road and parked for the night. We enjoyed each other’s bodies for about an hour and finally I fell asleep.

A loud bang woke me. There was a flashlight in my face and I caught a glimpse of a gun barrel and camouflage fatigues. Before I could appraise the situation many hands pinned me down, a black bag went over my head and my hands were tied behind my back with zip ties.

I was marched to a car and pushed into the trunk. We didn’t drive far, maybe about ten minutes. By then I was fully awake.

They, whoever they were, helped me out of the trunk and lead me about fifty paces to a campfire. I could smell the smoky burning wood and hear the crackle of the flames.

They sat me on the ground and removed the mask.

I was in the center of a circle of women. About twenty. All armed with automatic weapons and all pointed at me. They all wore military type camo fatigues.

“Is this him?” Asked one women, the raven haired beauty in her thirties. I recognized her. She was one of the women from the bar at TGIFriday’s who were pointing at Rachel and me.

“Yes.” I heard a familiar voice to the side and turn to see Rachel looking smug and satisfied. No, not Rachel, Beckie! Rachel was bound and gagged, lying on her side next to her sister, her eyes wide with fright. She was frightened for me, I realized.

“Before you think of enslaving anyone here Slaver let me tell you that at the first sign of any one of us trancing the rest will open fire. Clear?”

I nodded.

“Now you have been accused of enslaving women. How do you plead?”

I thought for a moment. Beckie was there. She was obviously going to testify against me. They had Rachel so they knew she was a slave. I figured I couldn’t get in any deeper by telling the truth.

I shrugged. “Yes. I’ve enslaved a few women.”

“How many slaves do you have?”

“I shrugged again. “Thousands I guess. I don’t really know. I haven’t actually met more than a few hundred of them and only about a dozen are close to me.”

“Thousands!? Impossible. And what do you mean you haven’t met them. You have to see them in order to enslave them.”

“No. I just have to be nearby when another Slaver dies. Then I automatically inherit his slaves.”

She thought about that. “I don’t think so. We killed a Slaver once and his slaves were freed, even though another Slaver was in the same building.”

I shrugged again. “Well I guess I’m different then.”

She studied me. “As crazy as it sounds I think you may be telling the truth.” And she smiled, an evil grin really. “Tonight we free thousands of our sisters!” she shouted to the others.

A big cheer went up from the group.

Again she turned her attention to me. “You have been tried and found guilty. The sentence is death. Take him!”

They marched me outside the camp a ways and tied me to a post buried in the ground in an open area in a dry wash. There was a wall of dirt behind me that made a perfect backstop for any stray bullets. A dozen women lined up opposite and shouldered their rifles while two others stood behind me and each pushed the barrel of her gun into my ribcage.

How was I going to get out of this one? I could start enslaving them but if one noticed they would all open fire. I could also try to control them but I would have to instruct all of them before they shot me and I didn’t have time. Besides I was having a hard time concentrating.

The leader stepped up to me. “Any last words?”

I shook my head and swallowed.

She pulled a Bowie knife from a sheath on her leg and flashed it in front of my face. “I always take a trophy from my victories.” She said as she used her other hand to unbutton my pants and push them down around my knees.

She grabbed my cock in her free hand. It was insane but it hardened in her grip. How could I be thinking about sex at the moment of my death?

“Oh my! You’re a big boy. I’ll bet you thought you were all that, sticking this thing into your slave girls didn’t you big boy.”

She made a show of moving the knife down to the base of my erect member. I felt the cold steel of the knife where no knife should ever be. Panic and fear rose up in me, I wanted to cry and scream. I closed my eyes as pressure built in my brain and WHAM!.

It felt just like that first time when Chahna became my first slave. Tears ran down my face and my nose ran. I expected to be shot at any second. But nothing happened.

Finally I opened my eyes. The black haired woman was still standing in front of me with her knife resting on my cock. She was in a trance. I looked at the firing squad, all tranced, as well as six spectators including Beckie. I couldn’t see the ones behind me but I had to assume that they were in a trance as well. I must have enslaved all of them at once. I let out a long slow breath.

“Put the knife away.” I managed to say between sobs of joy.

She sheathed it.

“Untie me.” I managed.

She stepped behind me and untied my hands.

I wiped my face on my sleeves. God I had been so scared. I just stood there breathing deeply and trembling for a couple of minutes.

“Shit. What am I gonna do with all of you?” I wanted some kind of payback for the black haired bitch. “Beckie, you are now my loyal slave. Wake up, go untie Rachel and bring her to me.”

Beckie blinked. “Master! Oh Master I’m so sorry.” She fell to her knees and bowed her head.

“I know. Now get up and do what I told you.” My tone was angry. I wasn’t feeling like being kind. After all she had just conspired with the rest of them to kill me.

She jumped to her feet and ran, literally ran, to get her sister.

When they came back Beckie was sobbing. Rachel ran to me and threw her arms around me crying. “Oh Master, I’m so glad you’re ok. I was so scared for you.”

“It’s ok now hun. I’ve got control now.” And I thought about that. Did I have control? I felt like I finally did. Control of my surroundings, the people around me, and most importantly, control of myself. Lynn had been right. I was engaged in a war and if the enemy was willing to kill I had to be willing to take it to the same level or lose my life. It was as simple as that, kill or be killed. I had just come so close to death that it made me realize how much I love life and want to live. I had been an idiot. I let myself react emotionally to a problem that needed a detached analysis. So yes, now I felt like I was really in control.

Then I looked down at my raging hard on and busted up laughing. Sure I was in control, I couldn’t even control when I get an erection.

That took the edge off a little.

“Beckie, stop crying, I’m not angry with you anymore. Ok. Everybody gather round and listen up.” They all mindlessly moved closer.

“In a few minutes I’m going to wake you up. When you awake you will find that you can no longer do anything that will harm me. In fact, protecting my life will be the most important thing to you, though you will not realize that on a conscious level. Neither will you be able to harm yourselves or each other or any of my slaves. You’ll also be compelled to tell me the truth if I ask you a question. If I say ‘I want’ when starting a sentence you will understand it as a command and obey. Rationalize it any way you want to but find a way to obey. Your enslavement would normally take several days to complete, but I want you all to be my slaves by sunrise tomorrow morning. As the night progresses you will each become more and more enflamed with a desire to have sex with me. You will begin to rationalize, inventing excuses you could use to do so. But by tomorrow morning you will have found a way to come to my bed. One more thing, as much as you want to, you won’t be able to leave this camp before sunrise.

“When I count to three you will all wake up but you won’t remember anything that happened since I put you in a trance.”

I turned to the black haired woman. “What’s your name?”

“Candelaria.”

“Do people call you Candi?”

“Not unless they want to get punched.” It must have been her standard response to the question, repeated so many times that even in a trance she used it.

“Well, I’m going to call you Candi, and you’re going to love it when I do. Every time I call you Candi you will have an orgasm, very small orgasms at first but they will get bigger and bigger through the night. Now come over here and take out your knife.

“Everybody, take the same position you were in when I put you in a trance. Rachel, go back to the campfire and wait there.”

I waited until everyone was in place and took a deep breath. “Candi put the knife near my crotch, but make sure not to cut me. Wrap your other hand around my cock.”

Everyone was in place. “One… Two… Three.”

The smug look returned to Candi’s face. Then she looked troubled. She clinched her teeth. After about a minute she said “Ah hell! Bring him to the campfire.”

She marched back to the campfire. And two others replaced her so I was guarded by four guns pointed at my midsection from different directions. Knowing they wouldn’t pull the trigger was a big comfort.

They were surprised to find my hands untied but since they were going to untie me anyway they didn’t make a big deal of it.

They told me to pull up my pants and led me to the campfire. Candi was there sulking. They sat me down across from her.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t have you killed right now.” She challenged.

“Well,” I said “I’m really a nice guy once you get to know me. I don’t enslave women unless it’s really unavoidable and they all seem to be happy.”

“Happy!? What would they know about being happy? They can’t even think for themselves.”

“Are you happy?”

Without thinking about it she answered. “Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Nobody loves me. Most people I know are afraid of me, which is the image I cultivate, but I don’t really want that, I’m just insecure and I don’t trust people.”

A couple of the four that had the barrels of their AKs poking into my ribs gave her a strange look.

“So what’s your name?”

“Candelaria.”

“Mind if I call you Candi.”

Her eyes went wide and she blinked hard. “No! I mean yes. Nobody calls me that.”

“Well I like it. So I think I’ll call you Candi.”

Now she closed her eyes and after a few seconds let out a long breath.

The others were waiting to see what she would do to me.

“Get him out of here. Tie him to that big cactus over there.” She pointed to a very uncomfortable looking cactus. I really didn’t want to spend the night tied to that.

“I want to sleep in the motorhome.” They had driven it to the campsite and I could see it from my current location.

“What’s wrong? Outdoor life too rough for you Slaver?... Alright go ahead and put him in the motorhome. Standard procedure, four guards at all times.

“I want Rachel to stay in the motorhome with me.”

“What makes you think I’m going to do that?”

“Because she’s already my slave and it will reduce the chance that I’ll try to take one of you.”

She mulled that over for a few seconds and said “Whatever. Take them both to the motorhome but keep them well guarded and if there is any sign of anyone in a trance shoot him.”

“Thank you Candi.” I quipped cheerily.

She made a little “Eeep!” sound, like she’d been stuck with a pin and closed her eyes tightly again.

One of my guards was a tall blond with hair down to her waist. As they marched me off to the motorhome I asked “And what’s your name.”

“Ursula.” She replied without thinking.

“Urs! You shouldn’t be talking to him.” A short curvatious red head urged.

“What can it hurt Deena, if he tries anything you’ll shoot him right?”

Deena nodded but she didn’t seem too sure of herself.

“And your name?” I asked turning to another blond with shoulder length hair and very large breasts.

“Lisa.” She replied.

“And you?” I prompted the last guard, a thin brunette with a boy cut.

“Roxsanne.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all. Too bad it’s not under better circumstances. But just to let you know there are no hard feelings you’re all invited into the motorhome for an orgy.”

“Just get inside Mr. Smartass and don’t cause any trouble.”

“Alright, but if you change your mind just come on in.”

I went in and Rachel followed a few seconds later.

“Master, can I ask a question?”

“Sure hun, go ahead.”

“If they are already your slaves why don’t you just make them do what you want?”

“It’s more fun this way. Besides, they scared the bejesus out of me, the least I can do is make them squirm a little.”

“So what’s going to happen now?”

“Well, I expect that by tomorrow morning I will have had sex with every one of them. Then we’ll all leave to go see Abel. Come on. Let’s get some sleep. I figure we’ve got at least a couple of hours before they start showing up. You better take the overhead, this bed’s going to be getting a pounding tonight and I don’t want to deprive you of your sleep.”

So we both crawled into our separate beds and slept.

I was wrong. It actually took them nearly three hours to make a move.

For the second time that night I woke to flashlights in my eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“We want to see it again.”

“What?” I was still groggy.

“Your cock. We want to know if it was as big as it looked.” Ursula seemed to take the lead.

“Ok. Just turn off the flashlights.” The room suddenly went dark. “Ursula, you turn your light on and put it under that towel on the counter.” That gave us just enough light to see.

I heard Rachel stir in the over the cab bed.

Rachel, you will not notice any noise or activity in the motorhome. Just sleep a natural peaceful sleep.

I threw off my blankets and stripped off my underwear. My cock was limp and not so impressive.

“I want to touch it.” Said Ursula.

“Well since I’m your prisoner a guess I don’t have any choice.” I said lying back in the bed.

“Yes.” She mumbled as she grasped my member. I didn’t know if she was agreeing with my statement or exclaiming in triumph for having found what she was looking for.

It hardened immediately in her hand. She squeezed it and stroked my balls with her other hand.

In a matter of seconds my shaft was an iron rod.

“It’s huge.” Muttered Deena.

“I don’t think I could make it fit.” Roxsanne gaped.

Ursula was still trying to resist her arousal and her desire to serve me. “So this is what you use on your slaves.” She tried to sound angry but it came out breathless.

“Yes. I fuck them any time I like and as often as I like. It doesn’t matter if they want to or not, if I want to do it they have to do it, even against their will.”

They all just stared. I was going to have to prompt them a little.

Lisa, suggest paying me back by forcing me to fuck all of you whether I want to or not.

“You know, I was just thinking.” Lisa began. They all looked at her expectantly. “Well we could get some payback, we could punish him by making him screw all of us against his will.”

I tried to sound offended. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Ursula squeezed my rod harder. “Quiet. You are our prisoner and you will do as we instruct. If we decide to fuck you then that’s what we’ll do. Do you understand.”

Now I tried to sound fearful. “Uh, Ok. Ok. I understand.”

“Good. Keep him covered.” She said to the others and proceeded to strip down to her birthday suit.

She climbed up on the bed and straddled my crotch. She had nice pert tits and a pretty though angular face.

Ursula you will not lose consciousness while fucking me.

I gave each of the others the same silent instructions.

“Now be still and cooperate and no one needs to get hurt.” She said lining up her pussy with my shaft. There was a lot of moisture there already.

She lowered herself onto my rod and immediately started bucking in orgasm.

“Ggggggggghhhhhhh. Oh God. Oh my God. That was good.”

“Are we done?” I tried to sound like someone who didn’t want to continue. Which was totally the opposite of how I really felt.

“No. You are going to be fully punished.” She rocked in place a little enjoying the feeling of being filled up with my cock. Amazingly she had room to take all of me.

She raised herself up and slid back down to another mind blowing orgasm. “Nnnnnnnnnnngggggggggoddddd. Oh man. Oh Jesus.” She was breathing hard.

She did that a few more times until she was barely able to catch her breath.

“Come on Urs, it’s my turn.” Urged Deena, the red head. “I want to punish him too.

“Ok. Just one more.” Insisted Ursula as she stroked me one more time.

“Jjjjjjjjjjjjjaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh. Nnnnnnnggggghhhhh. Oh crap. So good.”

“Ok Urs, that’s enough, give someone else a chance.”

While Ursula slowly climbed off the bed onto wobbly legs Deena was stripping out of her clothes. As soon as the space above me was clear Deena filled the available spot and buried my cock in her now sopping pussy.

“Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, oh, oooh, oh. Oh yeah.” She ground out while her body jerked and spasmed around my rod. With Deena I bottomed out with about three fourths of my shaft inside her.

She stroked me again and I felt her vagina ripple and pull at my cock. I was steeling myself for a marathon of fucking. I didn’t want to come until the very last one, which had to be Candi.

I barely noticed as the door opened and someone else came in.

“What’s going on here?” It was Candi’s voice.

“We’re…. nnnnnnngggggghhhhh, aaah, punishing him for all those women he fucked against their will. We’re making him fuck us against his will.” Deena said between sucking in deep breaths.

Candi thought about that for a moment. She may have been having trouble with the logic.

“Please don’t fuck me Candi.” I pleaded in my best briar rabbit imitation.

My use of her nickname caused the desired effect.

“Mmmmffff.” She stifled a gasp and doubled over a little. “I will do as I damn well please. I’m going to fuck you to within an inch of your life.”

Candi. You will decide to wait to be last. You will stay here to supervise my punishment until all have taken a turn. As you watch you will become more and more aroused, by the time the last woman is taking her turn punishing me you will be desperate for my cock in your pussy.

She shook her head. “Alright. Deena, you’ve got five minutes, then it’s Lisa, then Roxsanne.

The door opened again. An average looking brunette came in. “What’s up?”

“We’re punishing him for all those women he fucked against their will. So get it line Tess, you’re after Roxy.”

And that’s how the rest of the night went. It took about three and a half hours to get through the rest. In the latter stages Candi was wiping sweat and tears from her face as her arousal increased to epic proportions.

Finally when the last girl climbed off Candi practically ripped off her own clothes and jumped on top of me, slamming herself down on my still erect and very happy cock. She shook and bucked and screamed with pent up release. “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yeeeessssss. Oh yessss.”

“Candi, don’t you think I’ve been punished enough?”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she raised herself and lowered herself again on my magic wand. “Nnooooooooo!. Noo. Nooo.” She gasped. “I’ll tell you when you’ve… had enough. Now just lie there… and take your punishment.”

While she had limited the others to about five minutes each she kept it up for a good fifteen minutes. By then she could barely raise herself up, her body was shaking with effort every time she lifted her body, yet she was whimpering with desire for more.

I marveled at my own stamina. I’d never tried a marathon screwing like this and would never have thought it possible but once I made up my mind to not orgasm so I could stay hard my cock just seemed to suck it up so to speak and do what I wanted.

“You’re not going to order me to fuck you like a dog are you?” I planted the thought in her mind.

“Yes.” Was all she could say.

“Alright then, if you say so.”

I slid out from underneath her and positioned her kneeling on the side of the bed. Stepping up behind her I buried myself in her once again and she nearly collapsed from the orgasm.

Candi, no more orgasms until I come, then all restrictions are off, do whatever comes naturally. While I’m fucking you, you will feel more desire with each stroke of my cock inside you.

I started slow long strokes into her opening. The reverse position made her pussy tighter on my cock and felt great. After a couple of initial strokes she started a running commentary.

“Yes baby. Please. Again. Oh yes. Again. Oh God. Fuck me. So good. Harder. Harder. Oh Sam. Pleeeaasse. More. Harder. Oh lover. Do it. Oh God. Sam. I love you. Fuck me.”

By now I was at my limit and started pumping hard. Then my long awaited orgasm started and it was immense. I spewed and spewed and spewed into her and she screamed loudly.

Then it was over. I was exhausted. Candi was out cold.

As tired as I was I took a moment to open the door to check on the outside world. There were no guards. All around the campfire women were dead asleep in their sleeping bags. The only one still awake was Beckie. I’d forgotten about her.

“Beckie. Come on in here.” I waved her in.

As she entered she glanced at the back bed where Candi laid sprawled face down and naked.

“Come on. Let’s let Candi sleep. Climb up here with Rachel. I’ll be right up.”

I took a moment to relieve myself and splash some water on my face.

Back in the over-the-cab bed Beckie had pushed Rachel all the way to the front, giving us enough room to lie side by side. Beckie had removed her clothes and was waiting expectantly.

“Sorry you were left out Becks, but I don’t know if I can perform again right now.”

She didn’t say anything, she just slid down and engulfed my soft penis in her warm mouth. She spent about five minutes nursing me back to hardness. She wasn’t experienced but she managed it.

Then she slid up lying on top of my body. “May I?” she asked.

“Sure.” I answered.

She spread her legs and guided my cock into her warm hole. It still felt great, even after all the sex I’d already had. But I forgot to tell her not to pass out and as soon as she slid me into her she started bucking and her vagina clamped down on me tightly and milked my now hard member. Knowing she wouldn’t last long I started pistoning into her with a vengeance.

Before I could reach orgasm she placed her head next to mine and screamed into the pillow then passed out on top of me.

Shit! I thought. Now I had a raging hardon again and needed relief. Rachel was almost impossible to get to. Candi was completely out.

I stepped outside. I needed a candidate. Ursula had been the first of this group to screw me and she was easy to spot by her long blond hair.

The sun was just brightening the horizon.

I slid into the sleeping bag with her. She woke up. “What…?”

“Hi Urs. Mind if I join you?”

“Uh, no.” she replied wiping the sleep from her eyes.

I faced her and pressed my cock against her opening.

“Oh.” She exclaimed and reached for my hot shaft. “Mmmm.”

I rolled on top of her. “Do you know what you are?”

“I… I think I’m your slave.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

She thought for a moment. “Happy. I’ve never felt so happy.”

“Good. Now how about accommodating your master by opening your legs?”

She did. I commanded her to not pass out and slid inside her.

She came and came and came as I pumped my sperm into her hot love tunnel.

Then we both slept.

I woke up at about ten. The sun was high and the women were sitting around the campfire, some eating, others cooking. I smelled bacon and eggs.

Climbing out of the sleeping bag, which Ursula must have exited earlier, I marched back to the motorhome to get my clothes while every eye followed me.

Inside the motorhome the two sisters were seated at the kitchen table sipping coffee and talking quietly. They looked up as I entered. I glanced at the bed at the back, Candi was still there, still in the same position.

“Hi girls. How are you this morning?” I said softly.

“I feel good.” Rachel said. “But Beckie is worried that she betrayed you. She’s afraid you’re going to send her away.”

“Rubish. You’re both staying with me, ok?”

“Thank you.” Beckie said demurely.

“Hey.” I said lifting her chin with my fingers. “What you did before I made you mine is of no consequence at all. Just forget it ever happened. I know I will. Now, give me a big kiss.”

I leaned in and kissed her hard and long. She was panting by the time I broke it off. “That’s how I feel about you, ok? So cheer up.”

Her tears started flowing. I assumed they were tears of joy.

“And just so you don’t feel left out…” I gave Rachel in identical kiss.

“Now. Where did I leave my clothes?”

“Oh. Someone took them to wash them.”

“Really? That was nice of her. Where are those new jeans I bought at the mall Rachel?”

“Here.” She pulled a bag from a drawer under her seat.

I took the new jeans and shirt out and stripped off all those tags and staples they always have attached.

As soon as I was dressed I went to the bed at the back.

CRACK! I slapped Candi’s ass and she bolted upright spinning around to confront me. “Wake up. It’s time for a family meeting.”

Her mouth moved but nothing came out at first. “You! You. I…” she blinked. “I’m… I’m coming.”

“Who am I Candi?”

Gasp! An orgasm hit her. “You’re… you’re a… you’re my…” her hand went to her mouth. “Oh my God!”

“Finish it Candi. I’m you’re what?”

“Master!” she exclaimed.

“Right. Very good.”

She was still on the bed but she assumed a kneeling position and lowered her head to the sheets.

“Master. I tried to kill you. I’m sorry.”

“Yes you did. By rights I should do to you what you tried to do to me. What would you do in my place?”

“You should kill me. That’s what I would do.”

I let her stew a moment. Then I opened the door. “Ursula.” I shouted. “Come here and bring a loaded gun.”

Candi started crying into the sheets.

“Why are you crying Candi?”

Another orgasm. “Mmmmph. I… I don’t want to… die.”

“Well. Neither did I but would you have let that affect your decision to kill me? Candi?”

“Noooooo.” Was her anguished orgasmic response.

Ursula came in with an AK slung over her shoulder.

“Urs, give me the gun.”

I took it, cleared the chamber and handed it back to her.

Point it at Candi’s head.

“Nnnnnggggghh.” Candi ground out between sobs when my use of her nickname caused another orgasm.

Ursula did what I asked.

“Candi, I wish I could say it’s been good knowing you.”

“Aaaaanannnnhhhhh.” The orgasms were getting bigger. She wasn’t pleading for her life but she was crying her eyes out now.

“Pull the trigger Urs.”

Candi tensed.

CLICK!

“Ok Candelaria. I’ve killed you. You’re dead.”

She looked up from the bed, questioning, tears streaking her face.

“Now it’s time to reincarnate you. Today is your birthday and I’m going to give you a new name. I hereby christen you… Mara. I’ve always liked that name, I saw it in a book I read. So, Mara, what have you got to say for yourself?”

“Thank you Master. Thank you for my life. I will try to be the best slave you have ever had.”

“Good. Now get dressed and meet me outside. Everybody else, outside with me.”

I went out to the campfire. “Everybody gather ‘round. And somebody get me some breakfast.”

One of the girls brought one of those collapsible camping chairs for me to sit on. Someone else brought a plate of food, a cup of coffee and a glass of juice.

They all gathered around in a half circle facing me. I felt like a king on a throne. Mara was the last to join them.

“So do you have a name for you little group?”

Beckie spoke. “Amazon Slaver Slayers.”

“ASS? Are you serious?” I chuckled. “That name’s got to go.

“Do any of you have any formal military or police training?”

Mara and two others raised their hands.

“Ok. What kind of training do the rest have?”

Most faces turned toward Mara. “I’ve tried to teach them what I know. We have drills where we simulate a hostage rescue situation or a firefight. We split into teams and compete against each other. We spend at least six hours on the rifle and pistol range every week. They are well trained.”

“Is there anyone who’s been with you less than six months?”

“Just Beckie.”

“Ok. That sounds good. Now what happened with Ted? Did you set the bomb?”

“Yes.”

“So what were you thinking? You had to know that the bomb would kill Rachel and the other slaves in the house.”

“We felt that it was for the greater good to rid this world of another slaver. We were willing to accept collateral deaths.”

“I see. And what other Slavers do you know of?”

“Just Abel. He’s the last one on our list.”

“Did your group attack other slavers the same night you killed Ted?”

“No. Just Ted.”

Interesting. So perhaps the Hunters were responsible for the other Slaver deaths as I had suspected. “Are there other groups like this?”

“Yes, but we don’t know anything about them. We functioned as a cell, disconnected from any other group.”

“How did this group originally get formed?”

Mara answered. “I came from another group in Chicago. When we had taken care of all of the Slavers we knew of in the area all the members split up and each went in her own direction with the goal of forming a new group. The same would have happened here after we killed the last Slaver.”

“And how did you recruit all these women?”

“First I found a Slaver, that took almost a year. Then I watched him and tried to identify his slaves. As I identified them I talked to their families, just the women, and told them what was going on, what a Slaver was, what had happened to their sisters and daughters. Some didn’t believe but some did, and younger single women seem to respond more readily than older married women.”

“Are all the members of the group here or are there more?”

“This is it. We had everybody here since we were planning a strike on Abel.”

“Hmmm. By the way, how did you find me?”

“By accident really. Beckie told us you were going to Tucson but we had no idea where. We were coming here to deal with Abel anyway and we were watching his property when you showed up.”

“Ok. You are now known as Sam’s Security Sirens. SSS for short. Your mandate is to protect me and mine. Collateral deaths are not acceptable unless absolutely unavoidable to keep me or mine alive. You will operate under the direction of Lynn who you will meet in California, in the meantime I want Mara to take charge. We are going to drive in to Tucson now so you can buy a change of clothes and I want you all dressed to the nines. We’ll stash the AKs and everyone will carry a concealed hand gun, so choose your clothes with that in mind. Any questions?”

There were none.

“Ok. Start packing up camp.”

I ate my breakfast amidst the bustle of the women breaking down the camp.

In Tucson we found a Kohls and everyone picked out short dresses or pants suits and high heels.

Then we went to a large gun shop and purchased holsters for the hand guns they already had. Some got holsters that would strap to their thighs under a skirt, some who had purchased a jacket with their outfit concealed their guns under blouses or at the base of their back. Fortunately they had all opted for small .38 caliber automatic pistols so they were small enough to conceal fairly easily.

When we were finished they were one hot-looking group of women. And underneath those beautiful exteriors was a lot of lethal fire power.

I called up Lynn and asked her to find a place to house about twenty women and a facility to train them to be a crack security team.

It was late afternoon when we pulled up to the gate in front of Abel’s house. We had the motorhome and three vans. There was one woman at the gate keeping watch but she was already on the phone by the time we were parked.

I got out and accompanied only by Mara approached the gate on foot.

“Can I help you sir?” queried the guard.

Well, at least she was polite. “Yes. I would like to speak to Abel please.”

“Your name sir?”

“Sam.”

She cocked her head as if waiting for the rest of it.

“Sorry, but Sam is all he’s getting. If he wants more he’s going to have to speak to me in person.”

“I’m afraid that’s not sufficient sir. No one sees Mr. Yanes without verification of their identity.”

I sighed. “Wait here.” I said to Mara and approached the gate alone. “Ok. Here let me show you my ID.”

I opened my wallet so that my driver’s license was visible and reached my left hand through the iron bars of the gate so she could see it. I didn’t push it much past the bars so she had to get close in order to read it.

As soon as she was focused on reading the ID I reach out, grabbed her arm and enslaved her.

“Now, you are my slave not Abel’s. Wake up, open the gate and tell Abel I’m on my way to the house to speak with him.”

“Master! Yes Master, as you wish.”

She did something with a remote in her pocket and the gate began to slide open. Then she spoke into her phone. “M… Sam is on his way to the house to speak with M… Mr. Yanes.”

“WHAT!?” I heard from the phone before she hung up. Someone was not happy.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Tiffany.”

“Ok Tiffany. You come with me to the house. Don’t worry about the gate, my girls will guard it. Give me the remote.”

“Yes Master.”

I waved the girls out of the vehicles and they took up positions around the gate. I gave the remote to Ursula.

Deena, the little redhead, cleared her throat meaningfully.

“Yes Deena?”

“Master, I’m concerned about you going in there with only one guard. What if he kills you?”

“If that happens you may not be slaves any more. In that case I would recommend you get in the vehicles and run for your lives.” With that I turned and strode purposefully toward the house.

At the front door I was met by three women with automatic weapons. The short brunette who seemed to be in charge said “Mr. Yanes doesn’t want any visitors today. You’re advised to leave this property before we are obliged to use force.”

“Ah, I see. And what is your name?”

“That is irrelevant. Please leave now.” She made a show of cocking her weapon.

“Would you two stand over here to my left please, and turn your backs.” I said to Mara and Tiffany as I edged farther to the right. I didn’t want them to be shot because of the stunt I was planning to pull. “In fact, get down on your knees and put your hands on your heads.”

The women looked puzzled at this turn of events as you can imagine.

“Now as you can see, they are no threat to you and” I raised my hands, “I am unarmed.”

All three now trained their weapons on me.

That’s when I moved. Kicking my perceptions and speed into high gear I stepped out of the line of sight of the guns and moved forward and to the side of the women. They were barely beginning to react when I was behind them, wrapping my bare arms around all of their throats. Again I unleashed my enslaving power. I hadn’t tried this on more than one slave at a time but I figured if I could enslave twenty women at a time I should be able to convert three slaves at a time.

I slowed my perception to normal and waited for any negative reaction from them. They were still. I released them.

“You are my slaves now, not Abel’s. Wake up and escort me to him.”

They blinked and turned to face me. “Master.” They said in unison.

“This way.” Said the leader.

“Mara, Tiffany, come with me.”

They fell in behind me.

The house sprawled on multiple levels and half levels. We saw a few other women lounging in various rooms as we weaved our way to the back of the house.

We exited the house onto a walled patio with a pool and a Jacuzzi.

There was a man and a woman in the Jacuzzi. The man seemed to be in his mid-thirties, but I knew that could be deceptive with slavers. They were both completely naked and the woman, a girl really, dark skin, probably Mexican, maybe about seventeen, was bent over with her hands supporting her weight on one side of the Jacuzzi and her legs spread with her feet on top of the benches inside the jacuzzi. The man was holding her hips and thrusting his cock into her at a furious rate.

When he saw us he pushed her away and fell back into the warm steaming water. He came up sputtering “What the hell? I told you not to let anyone in. What the hell do you think you’re doing Zoe?!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Yanes but Sam wished to speak with you.” Zoe responded matter-of-factly.

“Sam?! SAM! Who the hell is Sam?! And why the hell do you let him countermand my orders?”

“Maybe I can clear that up Abel.” I interjected.

“No! Hell no! Get off my property before I have you killed! Escort him out Zoe. If he resists shoot him, I don’t care who he thinks he is. When he’s gone come back here, you need to be punished.”

“I’m afraid none of that’s going to happen Abel.” I stepped forward. “Zoe, is that doorway the only way from the house to the patio?”

“Yes Master.”

“Ok. All of you take your post there and don’t let anyone in or out until I’ve finished talking to Abel.”

“Master? What the…”

“Ah. The light begins to shine into that thick skull of yours does it Abel? Yes, to answer your questions, these four, who were your slaves, are now my slaves.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Denial is not just a river in Egypt is it Abel?”

He gaped for a minute. “Shit! Alright, I give up, who are you?”

“Name’s Sam. Abel, I am here to save your life, if you can believe it.”

“I’m listening. Uh, you mind if I put on some clothes?”

“Go ahead.”

He grabbed a towel and started drying himself.

“When did you first realize you were a Slaver Abel?”

He paused and looked up from his toweling. Then he seemed to come to a decision and spoke. “I was nineteen. That was, let’s see, yeah, that was nineteen sixty seven. Anyway, I was just out of high school when I took my first slave. She’s still with me, she works in the kitchen.”

“Ok, so you’ve been around the block a few times. Are you aware of a group called the Hunters?”

“I’ve heard of them,” he said reaching for his pants, “never seen any around here though.”

Suddenly a pistol appeared in his hand and he started to swing it in my direction. I shifted into high gear. Since he was swinging the weapon from left to right I moved toward his right side. Before the gun was aimed at the spot I had occupied I had reached in to release the clip from the pistol and was now behind him.

I came back to normal speed as the clip fell to the floor. “Would you stop fooling around Abel. We’ve got some serious things to discuss.”

He spun around and as he did I reached out and twisted the pistol from his hand.

“Wha….? What the hell are you?”

“Let’s just say that I am as much your superior as you are to this girl in the water. But don’t worry, I’m not here to control you, just to help you help yourself. Now, are you going to stop playing games and listen?”

“Uh, yeah, ok. He sat without putting on his pants.”

“Ok. So here’s the deal. The Hunters are not the only group out there that want to kill Slavers. Out there by your front gate there are twenty girls who until last night had one goal in life, to kill slavers, and you were next on their list.”

He looked skeptical.

I sighed. “I suppose you heard what happened to Ted in Phoenix?”

“Yeah. Damn shame. Even though I hated the bastard’s guts.”

“Do you know what happened to him?”

He shrugged. “Hunters?”

“No. Those women.” I pointed in the direction of the gate.

“Women killed him?!”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. They drove a car bomb into his yard in the middle of the night and set it off.”

“But that would have killed his women.”

“It did, all but one. They said it was for the greater good.”

He looked troubled.

“I see you are beginning to understand. In the past you have always depended on the humanitarian motives of your enemies, believing they would not do anything that would kill your slaves, after all, they are innocents, right?”

He nodded.

“Not any more Abel. The Amazons have adopted a razed earth policy. There will be no more hiding behind your slaves for security. And you never know when they will strike.”

“But you took them. They’re not a threat now, right?”

“Yes. These have been neutralized. But they’re in a growth mode Abel. This group grew from one to twenty in less than three years. They did it by watching you and Ted and others, finding out who your slaves were, and going to their families, recruiting sisters and mothers and friends. If I hadn’t stumbled onto this group you would have been dead by this time tomorrow.”

“What can we do?”

“We have to take the offensive. We can’t afford to wait for them to make the first move. Not only that, but I have information on the Hunters as well. They have been laying low for nearly a century to lull us into a state of complacency, letting us expose ourselves, get careless. But now I have reason to believe that they are starting to move. I was attacked last week, by someone I trusted, he even passed himself off as a Slaver with the help of a woman Hunter.”

“My God. I’m not prepared for a full out war.”

“None of us were. But it gets worse Abel. A group of Slavers have been working for the CIA. Doing missions for the government on special assignment.”

“Good! Then we have people on the inside.”

“Not any more. Turns out the Hunters have people on the inside too, and they’re higher in the food chain that our people. They have a list of Slavers. What do you think they’re going to do now that the war has begun?”

“Kill us.” He exhaled heavily and slumped in his chair.

I let that soak in for a minute. “No.”

“No?”

“No. They’re going to try to kill us. It’s up to us to stop them before they do.”

“But what can we do? I’ve only got twenty-four slaves, and very few would qualify as soldiers. How many do you have?”

“Thousands. And now I have four of yours so you’re down to twenty.”

“Thousands? How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“What? How long have you been collecting slaves?”

“About five months.”

“Then how did you get thousands of slaves?”

“Ok. You’re the first Slaver outside my grandfather I’ve told this to. When another Slaver dies, if I’m close enough, and I don’t know exactly how close that has to be, I inherit all of his slaves. If I killed you right now, which I could, all of your slaves would be mine, automatically, without me having to do anything to enslave them.”

He looked nervous.

“Don’t worry Abel. That’s not why I’m here, otherwise you’d already be dead. More importantly I’ve got a job for you if you’ll take it.”

“What do you have mind?”

“Two things. First I want to form an association of Slavers. We need to organize just like the Hunters are organized. So I want to contact as many Slavers as possible to start some collaboration.

“Second, the Hunters are right about the government being the key. We need more influence in Washington. One thing I want us to do as an association is to cultivate good relations with politicians. I already have one who is solidly on our side, I did it by saving his bacon and giving him a slave for his very own. We have capabilities that give us an advantage when it comes to showing these politicians a good time, providing companionship, girlfriends, wives. The Hunters have people in place in the CIA, FBI and possibly other agencies. They may also have a few in elected office so we’re going to have to be careful about revealing ourselves.”

“That would be a huge risk.”

“So is sitting here doing nothing. I’m planning to completely change my identity, you should do the same. How long have you lived in this house?”

“About forty years.”

“That’s too long Abel. Sell it and move. Get a new identity. What I’d like you to do is travel for a while, that would throw them off your trail.”

“Travel doing what?”

“Looking for other Slavers. That’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to focus on the west coast since I already have contacts there. I’d like you to focus on the southwest and Rocky Mountain areas.”

“That might actually be fun. I was getting bored just sitting around here. But I need some better security. You’ve stolen my only slaves that have any training for security.”

“Then get some more. But I want to strongly encourage you to select your slaves carefully. In fact, I want this to be a guiding precept for our association, kind of like the Hippocratic Oath for doctors. Select as slaves, women whose lives you can improve, women who are on a self-destructive course and can’t seem to help themselves. Look for them in drug treatment facilities, organizations that do interventions for self-destructive behaviors, you can even take them off the street if you can find them there. These women need us and they’re less likely to be missed.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea. I’ve always been afraid of getting publicity from some family member making a big stink because their sister or daughter moved in with me. That’s less likely to happen if their lives improve. I think this might actually be fun.”

“You can also re-train some of your current slaves for security operations. If you like I’ll even leave someone to help with the training.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll find someone who can do it.”

“Cool. For now I’ll leave you my cell number. I’m going to set up a secure web site for our association though, and that’s how we’ll communicate in the future.”

“What are you going to call this association?”

“Not sure. What do you think of Masters International, MI for short.”

“I like it.”

Later that night I called Stefani. “Hello chica.”

“Master! Are you ok?”

“Yes, better than I’ve been in a while. I want you to get a pair of fast, robust laptops for Rosa and Elena. I want them to build me a website. I’ll email them the specs as soon as they have their systems set up. Talk to them and buy any software they need.”

“Yes Master.”

“Great. I’ll meet them there. I have some new slaves that need to be trained. Then I’m coming home.”

“Master? There is something I have to tell you.”

She sounded a little worried. “Alright, go ahead.”

“Adiva, Casey, Chahna and I are all pregnant.”

I thought I was ready for anything, but that left me dumbfounded. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Ok. Wow! I’m gonna be a father. It’s a little hard to get my mind wrapped around the idea. But congratulations Stefani, you’re going to be a great mother. And congratulate the others and tell them I love them and I’m proud to have them bear my children.”

“Thank you Master. I will.”

“Ok. I need to talk to Casey now.”

Casey came on the line.

“Casey I need you to do something for us all.”

“Anything Master.”

“You’re going to need to quit your job. I want you to take Kai and drive up the coast. Stop in every city and town and check in to local real estate. I’m looking for a large estate, it can have multiple homes but a large central house is important, a ranch would be perfect. I need room for lots of women and children, I think my family is about to grow incredibly fast. By the way, congratulations. Oh and if you can find a place near a seaport that would be fantastic.”

“Yes Master. We’ll leave right away.”

“Good. Call me when you find something. Gotta go now. We’ll talk soon.”

I had one more thing to do before I left Phoenix. “Rachel and Beckie, you’re with me. The rest of you go back to your homes or camps or wherever you normally sleep and meet me at the Crowder’s house in the morning. Make sure you bring your belongings, you’re all moving to California with me.

We took the motorhome back to Phoenix and drove to the twin’s parent’s house.

When we arrived their mom came out of the house all flustered and angry. “Beckie! Where have you been? I was so worried. And your father is beside himself. You’re going to be grounded for a month young lady. If you’re lucky.”

“Where is your husband Mrs. Crowder?” I queried. Knowing that he would be the most difficult of the two and not wanting to repeat myself.

Just then the man came out of the house pulling on a shirt. He was fuming and red faced.

“Where have you been young lady?!” he shouted. “Your mother has been out of her mind with worry. What have you got to say for yourself?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Crowder please try to calm down.” I tried to use a calm tone.

“Calm down?!” He seemed to notice me then for the first time. “You? What is she doing with you?” A pause, then “NO! NO! YOU’VE TAKEN MY ONLY OTHER DAUGHTER?! NO!”

“I’m sorry sir. She was trying to kill me. I had no choice.”

“You had no choice!?” His demeanor now went from anger to madness, his face became beet red and he started to shake. “YOU HAD NO CHOICE?! MAY THE LORD STRIKE YOU DOWN! I CALL DOWN EVIL UPON YOU AND ALL YOUR GENERATIONS. HOW COULD YOU TAKE BOTH OF MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM…”

Suddenly his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the ground.

We called an ambulance and he was rushed to the hospital where he was pronounced dead on arrival. Apparently he had had a massive stroke.

The girl’s mother was now out of her mind with grief. She hadn’t spoken since the news was delivered. After the hospital we returned to the Crowder house and for hours she just sat where she was led and stared into space. No one could reach her try as they may, and the twins did try.

Finally Rachel came to me and said “Master. Can you please help our mother?”

“I would Rachel, if I knew what to do.”

“She needs to belong to you Master. She is all alone now and she can’t deal with that. She’s never been alone. She was married at fifteen years old and has never been apart from my father. You can help her by making her yours.”

“Are you sure Rachel? How does Beckie feel about this?”

“It was Beckie’s idea.”

“And your mom?”

“She doesn’t respond to anything we say. She just sits there and cries and rocks and hugs herself. She won’t even eat.”

“Don’t you think she’ll get over it in time?”

“Maybe, but she’ll still be alone and we would rather not leave her here on her own.”

“So, she needs to come with us.” I thought for a moment. “I can’t have anyone with me that might not be fully loyal to me. So, if she’s going to come with us she’ll have to be enslaved. I just don’t like having to do that if it’s not necessary.”

“We think it is necessary.”

“I’ll think about it. Let’s wait ‘til morning and see if she responds in a more positive fashion.”

“Yes Master.”

But the next morning she was still non-communicative. She’d been awake all night and neither ate nor drank anything. She just sat in a chair and rocked back and forth.

I took the twins aside. “Are you sure you want your mother to become my slave? Once it’s done it can’t be undone.”

“Yes. It’s the only way. She’ll die if we leave her here alone.”

I sighed. “Ok.”

So I approached the unresponsive woman. “Olivia. Can you hear me?” I had to try one last time. But there was no response. “Olivia!” I said more urgently. “If you don’t snap out of this I’m going to make you my slave. Olivia! Please listen to me!”

But still there was no response.

So I gave in. I faced her and released my enslaving energy. The only change was that she stopped rocking.

“Olivia, listen to me. It is time to stop grieving. I am your Master now and I need your service. You are my loyal slave and will be attentive to my needs at all times. Now please wake up.”

She blinked. “Master?”

“Yes. I’m here Olivia.”

“Thank God.” She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. “Thank God you’re here. Is it time to go home?”

“Yes Olivia. Let’s go home.”