The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 15 – Serendipity

We’d been driving all day, stopping for lunch in Needles.

I was glad it was October, I remembered being in needles one August, a hundred and one degrees at nine o’clock at night. Don’t know how people can stand to live there.

Anyway we were nearing the greater Los Angeles area, way out in the eastern sprawl known as San Bernardino. I had the twins and their mother with me in a rented van, it was the only way I could think of to get the motorcycle back home without driving it. The others were somewhere on the freeway too, rather than form a caravan I decided to just give them all the address of the new house and meet there. That would give them all a chance to wrap up any loose ends and avoid causing suspicion by just disappearing.

We’d been taking turns driving and I was now taking my turn. The women informed me that we needed to make a pit stop so I got off at the next exit and found a shopping center with a Target, a McDonalds and a Taco Bell.

I emptied my bladder at the Taco Bell in about three minutes and went back to the van to wait for the women. That’s when I saw it. A dark Ford Explorer with a deep scrape down the passenger side, being driven by three black women. They were stopped at a Chevron getting gas.

For me there was no decision to make, my next action was without thought. I opened the back of the van and rolled the motorcycle out onto the parking lot. By then the woman who was gassing up the Explorer was getting into the vehicle preparing to leave.

I cranked up the bike and projected Rachel, I want you three to go on to San Diego without me. The keys to the van are under the driver’s seat.

As the Explorer pulled out I fell in behind it and followed. They exited at the 215 heading north. After about ten miles or so they exited at a tiny little town called Devor Heights, which I’d never heard of. It was nestled in a low spot in the surrounding desert foothills.

I followed them through the small town and then to the north and east. Finally they entered a dirt drive leading to a large complex of about six houses. I stopped about a quarter mile away and watched them open the swinging iron gate and close it after they drove through. As they drove the last two hundred yards to the houses I rolled up to the gate where I saw a large no trespassing sign. I studied the buildings. Most were older three bedroom homes, but the main building was built like a Spanish style fortress. The walls were adobe style slump block and had a large arched entry into a spacious porch, but the arch had been closed off by heavy bars with a door of the same bars. It looked like a prison.

The women had gone through the door in the bars. There didn’t seem to be any other movement in the complex.

There was only one thing to do. I drove into the complex, parked right in front of the iron bars and dismounted. As I approached the iron bars, three big men came into the porch. They all had shaved heads and their arms, necks and even bald heads were covered in tattoos, mostly chains and swastikas with a skull here and there for good effect. I wondered what kind of people these were. They were also armed; each wore a pistol on his hip.

“You’re trespassing.” The largest of the three said through the bars.

“Sorry, I didn’t see a sign.” I lied. “I’m looking for someone.”

“There’s no one here for you to look for. You need to leave; now.” He gripped the handle of his pistol.

“Actually there is. I need to talk to the owner of that Ford Explorer.” I pointed to the vehicle in question.

“Why?”

“We have unfinished business.”

“What business?”

“I’ll discuss that with the owner.”

“I don’t think so.” He pulled the pistol.

“Hang on Tom.” Said a voice from behind the three goons. “Let’s see what he wants.”

He was smaller than the other three, more average size, but was decorated with the same corporeal graffiti, and he was ripped, in a lean wiry fashion. He also spoke with a drawl, like he was from somewhere in the deep south. I noticed a strange leer on his face, like he was laughing at a joke that no one else could understand.

“Are you the owner of that Explorer?” I asked. I wasn’t cowed by these guys. I couldn’t get to them through the bars but I could move to the side and get under cover pretty quickly if I needed to.

“Yeah. Why. Who are you?”

“Name’s Sam. That vehicle was used in a crime a couple of months ago, some people died. I’m looking for the people responsible.”

He eyed me closely for a minute and then laughed. “I knows you now. You was duh guy wid dat nigga bitch in Disneyland.” Then he became serious. “You’s a disgrace to the white man race. I couln’t believe you was treatin’ dat hoa like she was a real person. I got so mad I decided I had tuh do somethin’ about it. I tried to fix her up but,” he paused and shook his head, “I doan know how she done it but dat hoa wouldn’t be a good slave. Dat’s when I decided I had to save you from yuhself. You oughta thank me.”

He was raving. I had no idea what he was talking about except that he had seen me with Julie at Disneyland and in some twisted kind of racist reasoning decided he had to kill her.

“So you killed her? Did you know you also killed a white woman?” I was hot and trying to think of anything to say that would hurt him.

The goons were on edge, tense.

He laughed again. “You don’t know nothin’.” He turned to one of the goons. “Glenn, bring out duh hard cases.”

Glenn went back into the house and I took the opportunity to look around. Several women, all black, were standing outside the other homes watching our interchange. They were all naked as the day they were born. What the hell?

“You see. Dees bitches jest needs a strong man ta put ‘em in dey place. All dem darkies needs chastisin’. When I was in Afganastan dose seargeants dey make it real hard on good ol’ white boys like me but I showed ‘em. Dey thought dey was a gonna get rid of old Clay when dey made me start disarmin’ bombs. But I got real good at it. I got so good at it I could take ‘em apart in my sleep,… and put ‘em togetha too.” He gave me that same leer, from which I surmised he had used his bomb making skills to do something terrible to his fellow soldiers in Afghanistan. But that wasn’t the only thing that was bothering me. To control this many women, black women who from his comments he actually hated, he had to be a slaver.

“So since you couldn’t enslave her you decided to kill her?” I prompted.

“Naw, you gots me all wrong mista.” He responded, and just then Glenn came back from inside the house leading too chained naked women; one dark black, the other white and blond. They each had short cropped hair. There were bruises on the arms and back of both, of course they were easier to spot on the blond.

There was something familiar about them. I looked more closely… and my mouth dropped open. “Julie!? Kristen!” I was dumbfounded as you can imagine. They had their hair shorn close to the head and they kept their heads down until they heard my voice. Then their heads snapped up in surprise.

“Master!” Kristen exclaimed before catching herself and glancing sideways at Clay. Julie didn’t say anything, she just looked at me like she just saw the hand of God and tears streamed down her face.

“Mastuh huh!? Well, mebbe that ‘splains some things. Mebbe I was a little too hard on you Sammie boy.”

“But…, there were bodies in the cars.” I objected to the reality that was staring me in the face. It was too strange a twist. I couldn’t get my mind wrapped around the idea.

Clay just laughed in that maniacal way that denotes madness.

“Yeah, dhere was bodies. When I seen you go back inside I changed my plan. I took dees bitches and put a couple of mine in dheir place.”

“You killed your own slaves?!” I was astounded again. The way I felt about all of my women I could never harm them, even the ones that at one time wanted to harm me.”

“They was mine wasn’t they? I could do whatever I want with ‘em.” He shot back angrily.

Then my eye was drawn back to Kristen and those bruises. She’d been beaten badly. Julie too. I was already angry, but now my blood came to a boil.

“Let them go Clay! They’re mine.”

“Yeah I can see dat. But dees two is already unduh a sentence o’ death coz dey tried to kill me just dis mornin’. I cain’t let dat go Sam.” He shook his head.

“LET THEM GO CLAY!” I tried to command him.

“Sorry Sammie.” He turned to Glenn. “Shoot ‘em Glenn.”

Glenn took his pistol from the holster and pointed it at Julie’s head.

“STOP GLENN! PUT THE GUN AWAY!”

Glenn hesitated and then holstered the gun.

“What duh hell you doin’ Glenn. I said shoot ‘em!”

Glenn just stood there as if he hadn’t heard Clay.

“Tom. Shoot dees bitches!”

Tom reached for his sidearm.

“STOP TOM! KEEP THE GUN IN ITS HOLSTER!” I shouted.

Tom made no move to pull his pistol.

“GOD DAMNIT, I SAID KILL ‘EM.” Clay shouted. Then turning to the last of the goons he said. “Jerry, give me your gun!”

“NO JERRY! KEEP YOUR GUN IN ITS HOLSTER.” I commanded.

Jerry placed his hand on the butt of the pistol and made no offer to give it to Clay.

“What the hell is this Sam? Some kinda Jedi mind trick?” Clay quickly spun back to Glenn, pulled the pistol from his holster and cocked it. “You ain’t stoppin’ me boy.”

He pointed the pistol at Julie’s head.

Desperation welled up inside me like a tidal wave. To lose Julie now, after just finding her, it wasn’t fair! Then the anger became rage I’d never felt before. I felt a flush of heat all through my body. My vision blurred and Clay’s form rushed closer as if my eyes had suddenly become zoom lenses. When my vision cleared I was standing next to Clay and my arm was cocking for a punch to his head.

All of this happened in the space of time it took Clay to raise the pistol and straighten his arm.

I was in ultra-high-speed mode and I watched his finger tighten on the trigger as my fist came forward with all the power I could muster. As my knuckles impacted the side of his head I felt bone break, his skull, not my fingers.

His body flew head first into the wall of the house and his limp form slumped to the floor.

The goons now moved in to mete out retribution. I had ordered them to keep their guns holstered but that was all. They recognized me as the enemy and before I had a chance to give any more commands I was under attack from three sides.

I side stepped, slipping between the two on my left while gaining distance from the one on the right. As I moved between them I slammed my foot down on the arch of a foot and used the upward movement generated from that to bring an elbow up in a forceful blow to the chin of the other one.

Now I had them all on one side. The two who had been struck were grasping their injured body parts and cursing as the third one came at me pulling a knife, which swept upward toward my own chin with good speed and accuracy. But no matter how fast a normal human was, he was no match for my Molder reflexes. When the knife reached the spot he had aimed at, my chin was no longer there, I simply stepped back and snapped a kick to his groin. He went down like a sack of potatoes.

The guy whose foot got stomped tried to stand but collapsed as soon as he put weight on his foot. Something must be broken.

The last one, who had been hit with an elbow uppercut to the jaw, straightened up and charged me. I didn’t dodge, I just punch him hard in the solar plexus, which sent him to the ground gasping for breath.

While they were all down I collected their guns. “Who’s got the key to the gate?”

No answer. I cocked one of the guns.

“Ok, ok.” Said the one with the broken foot, and reaching into his pocket pulled out a ring of keys. “It’s the silver one.”

I took the keys and opened the gate. “I recommend you guys leave now. And take that garbage with you.” I continued, waving the pistol in the general direction of Clay’s body.

They all struggled to get up and the two with good feet carried out the body while the one I’d crippled hobbled out on his own hopping on his one good foot.

That was when I started feeling it. That familiar euphoria that comes when a slaver dies and I inherit his slaves. It resonated through my body. I had to close my eyes momentarily because of the intensity, but it was over in a few seconds.

Some of the black women had gathered near the big house with sticks and broom handles in their hands and looked like they wanted to attack me. But at this point they all went to their knees and bowed their heads.

The three toughs threaded their way through the women to a big Dodge crew cab. They put Clay’s body in the bed and drove out.

As soon as they were rolling I turned back to Julie and Kristen, spread my arms wide and enveloped them in a three way hug. We all cried. We cried for a long time.

“I knew you would come for us.” Kristen finally said.

I pulled away. “Sweetheart, I didn’t even know you were alive. I thought both of you were dead. I was hoping to find out who was responsible, but the only clue I had was that Ford Explorer, and finding it today was pure accident.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Julie replied as she wiped the tears from her face. “You’re here now.”

“Right. So what can you tell me about this guy Clay? I still have a lot of unanswered questions.”

“Actually” said Julie, “We need to get some clothes on if you don’t mind. And then I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Like how you did all that just now; especially how you got past the bars.”

My god! I’m sure I looked like someone hit me with a two-by-four as my mouth opened in shock of realization. The door in the bars had been locked. How did I get through?

After I recovered a little from the shock I ventured “Well, I can tell you about some of it. But that last part… I really don’t know.”

“You’re also going to have to do something about them.” She said, pointing through the open door to the thirty or so women kneeling outside and a few others were coming at a run from the houses. When I turned back to Julie I noticed the three who had arrived in the Explorer were standing in the doorway.

“Julie, why is no one wearing clothes?”

“That was one of Clay’s rules. Slaves don’t wear clothes… unless the authorities show up, in which case we were to dress and behave as naturally as possible.”

“Why did they beat you?”

“Clay wanted us to be his slaves. Two or three times a day I could tell he was trying to enslave us, but it didn’t work, and that made him angry. We tried to be obedient for the most part but he knew the difference.”

“He said you tried to kill him?”

She nodded. “He ordered us to the kitchen to make breakfast this morning. That was the first time he’s allowed us both to be in there together without supervision. Kristen and I had both had enough and we decided that we would either kill him or die trying. We each palmed a paring knife when we took him his food and as soon as we set the food on the table we tried to stab him. But I think he was expecting it. He was too quick and too strong for us.”

“I see. Well you may as well get some clothes on. Any recommendations on what I should do with them?” I asked, twitching my head in the direction of the crowd of kneeling women.

“I don’t know. I’ve never even spoken with any of them. I will tell you that Clay was some kind of white supremacist. He thought black people should be slaves. I don’t know what he did with his slaves, but I’m sure it wasn’t pleasant.”

“What was his thinking with Kristen?”

“I think he was imagining himself as an old time plantation owner, and he had a fantasy of Kristen as his wife. But she never cooperated and it made him furious.”

“Right. Ok. I’m sorry you two had to go through that. Why don’t you get dressed now and I’ll talk to them.”

“Sam?” Julie interjected.

“Yeah?”

“There’s one more thing. I think I’m pregnant.”

“Me too.” Kristen chimed in.

I smiled. “Congratulations. It seems to be going around. All of my original slave girls are with child.” I put a hand on each of their faces. “Don’t worry about it, we’re going to have a big happy family.”

“But… what if it’s not yours?”

“My love,” I looked her in the eyes, and then did the same with Kristen. “she’s yours, she’s part of you, and that’s all that matters. No matter who the sperm donor was I’ll be her father.”

They both hugged me.

“Why do you think it’s a girl?” Julie asked.

“I’ve been told that Slavers only have female children.”

“Oh, ok.”

They disappeared into the house. I motioned to the three standing by the door to join the others outside and followed them through the door in the bars and started counting the black women kneeling in the dirt, there were thirty-eight, thirty-eight new slaves.

“Please stand up.” I said loud enough that even those in the back could hear.

They all stood. They were all beautiful. Clay sure didn’t want any ugly slaves.

“I’m Sam.” I said. “How many of you can go home to your former life?”

Maybe a half dozen raised their hands.

“Ok. How many could go back to family and start over?”

Most of the rest raised their hands. There were still six hold outs, including the three that had driven the Explorer.

“Well then, those of you with your hands raised get dressed and get your things together, you’ll be leaving here today and going back to your families. Select someone to make a list of addresses of the places you need to go. The rest of you can come on into the house and tell me about your situation.”

The inside of the house was a mess. Empty beer cans filled one corner of the living room and dirty dishes were scattered over the coffee table. I glanced into the kitchen and other than the overflowing trash can it was pretty clean. Julie did say that she and Kristen had been working in there just this morning.

There was a computer in one corner of the living room that was already on. I checked it, the page he was on was an online banking page and he had left it open with his account logged in. I immediately refreshed the page to find out if the credentials had timed out and was rewarded when the page reloaded without a problem.

Checking his balances I saw that he had over two hundred thousand dollars. I thought about transferring it to my account but thought better of it. I didn’t know where the money had come from or how careful Clay had been about not leaving a trail back to himself in case any of it had been gained illegally. I decided I would transfer it to one of my new slaves if possible, or maybe several.

I changed the user id and password on the account so I could get back in.

Then I called Stefani. “Hello chica.”

“Hello Master. Are you ok?”

“Yep, just fine. Listen up. First there are three slave girls headed your direction in a rented van, a mother and two twin daughters, as well as the twenty or so I already told you about. Please let Adiva know and tell her to make them feel at home when they arrive.

“Second I’ve found Julie and Kristen alive.” There was a gasp and sob from the other end of the line. “Are you alright Stef?”

“Yeah,… just a minute.” I could hear the sounds of her blowing her nose and then she came back on. “How?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. In the meantime I have inherited thirty-eight new slaves and they’re stuck out in the boonies with no transportation. I need you to rent or charter a bus. I don’t know yet how many stops you’ll have to make, some may be able to use public buses, some may need to be dropped off at the Greyhound station and some may come to the yacht. Oh, and bring my extra helmet. You come on out with the bus, here is the address.” I gave it to her and told her to call me as soon as she was on the way with the bus.

With that out of the way I turned my attention to the six women waiting in the middle of the room. “Please sit down and relax.” I said, and of course being obedient slaves they did. Four on the couch and two others in dining chairs that they dragged into the living room for that purpose.

I started with a striking beauty in one of the dining chairs. She was a medium skin tone and had short curly hair, not frizzy, just tight curls, and it was a lighter color than normal. She was about five eight and more voluptuous than the others. She had a large firm ass and double D breasts at a minimum, but not really fat. “Tell me your name and why you don’t feel like you can go back to your old life.”

“I’m Carmel Jackson.” She began.

“Caramel?” I asked.

“No Master. Carmel, like the town up north.”

“I see, go on.”

“Yes. Anyway, when clay found me I was a college student. I guess he had a hard time catching me alone so he could take me so one day he came busting into our house with his three friends, I lived with my parents. He…” she stifled a sob and wiped a tear from her eye. “He killed them, strangled them. I think it was because my mom was white. He didn’t like that. Then he enslaved me and made me write a note confessing to killing my parents. I guess I’m wanted. I don’t think anyone would believe I’m innocent now. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

She broke down sobbing uncontrollably for a few minutes before regaining control. I couldn’t help crossing the space between us and folding her in my arms to comfort her until she calmed down.

“I’m sorry for your loss Carmel. Don’t worry about the authorities, we’ll create a new identity for you and you can stay with me.”

“Thank you Master.” She sat back down, still wiping her eyes and nose. Julie came with a roll of toilet tissue to use for teary eyes and runny noses. She was pretty observant that way.

I turned to the next woman. Her features were more classically African. Darker skin, tight frizzy hair. She was shorter, about five four, with a slight build. Small breasts, probably A cup, and a narrow waist that flared into an disproportionally large backside.

“I’m Sheryl Jones. I was going to be married when Clay found me. He made me call my parents and tell them I was never coming back. They were furious, it was only three days before the wedding and they had already paid for everything. My dad said that if I left he didn’t want to see my face ever again. I don’t know what happened to my fiancé, I assume he just moved on, that was seven months ago.”

“I see. Any chance your dad might change his mind after he cools down?”

“No. He’s stubborn that way. Once he says something he won’t change no matter what. He was an Army drill sergeant and he still lives like he’s in the Army. I don’t think he would even talk to me. Mom might, but I’d have to catch her when he’s not there.”

“Ok, you can stay with me too. Later if we find out that they’ve mellowed and you want to spend some time with them you can.”

“Thank you Master. I would like that.”

I indicated the next woman with a gesture.

“My name is Candace Brown. I was a swimming instructor at the Country Club when Clay found me.” She looked it. She was tall, five eleven or six feet, and she had a swimmer’s body, broad shoulders on a slim frame, small tits and ass with a wasp thin waist and flat stomach. “I was married too. I have two children, Carrie and William, three and two years old. I miss them so much.” She broke down and cried for a minute, then continued. “Clay made me call my husband and tell him I hated him, that I wouldn’t be back, that I was tired of taking care of him and his two little brats, that he was on his own from then on. But I loved him so much!” Again she sobbed for a while before regaining control.

“Is there any chance he’ll take you back?”

She shook her head. “He laughed when I told him. He told me he was already seeing someone else anyway and that she would be a better mother than me. That hurt so much, I just wanted to die. I can’t go back there.”

“I see. Well, you have a new home with me now, and we’ll look into setting it up so you can visit your kids.”

“Thank you Master.”

I turned to the next one. She was the youngest by far, and the most beautiful. Perfectly proportioned, classic lines, beautiful face, luscious lips; among all the other flesh in the room she’s the one who made my cock get hard. “What’s your story?”

“I’m Joyce Joiner. I was in High School. A JV cheerleader. Clay found me in a Starbucks and asked me if I wanted to go home with him and worship his manhood. I said ‘sure’ and I’ve been her ever since. He made me write a note to my mom and tell her I was running away with a boy from another school, that I was tired of taking her shit, I was tired of taking it from the teachers and I was tired of the hypocrites who I had been calling friends. I told her I was going far away and that I was never coming back.”

“And why can’t you go back and try to smooth things over?”

“Clay told me my mom committed suicide a couple of days later; he even showed me the newspaper story. She’s dead.”

“Sorry. When did all this happen?”

“A year ago last July. Just before my seventeenth birthday.”

“Hmm. What about your dad?”

“He died when I was six. He was a cop.” She said it with pride.

“Other relatives?”

“None around here. Some distant cousins in New Jersey.”

“So you really don’t have anyone to go back to.”

“No. Can I stay with you? We can have sex any time you want.”

“That’s fine.” I said. But there was something odd about her story and the way she expressed herself. I resolved to ask her about it later.

The last two were older, late twenties, maybe early thirties. I nodded to the next in line. She was a healthy looking woman, probably worked out a lot before being enslaved. Her skin was quite light but from her facial features and frizzy hair you could tell she had black ancestry.

“I’m Murphy Tibadoe.” She took a deep breath. “I was an FBI agent. My partner and I spotted Clay on one of his excursions to take slaves. We thought he and his friends were acting suspiciously and since they had a young woman who didn’t appear to belong in their company we stopped to ask some questions. The next thing I knew I was a slave. Clay made me…” she seemed to choke on the words, “he made me shoot my partner,… in the head, execution style. He was a good man, he had a family. Anyway, Clay, the sadistic bastard, sent the video of the execution to the agency.”

“Wow. You have real problems then. The FBI will have all kinds of info on you. You can’t contact anyone you know, can’t use your id, credit cards, anything from your old life. They’ve got face recognition software in some airports now. You’ve got to go someplace where you won’t have any chance of being recognized and you’ve got to stay there, maybe for the rest of your life.”

“I know. If I’m caught I doubt if I’ll live to see trial.” was her sober response.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. I have an idea where to hide you, hope you like the ocean.”

She smiled and nodded. “Thank you Master.”

Now I came to the last of the six. This one was bordering on being fat. Not bad looking really, taken as a whole but she needed to spend some time in the gym. Her tits were like honeydew melons and she had a role around her middle. Her ass and thighs were quite large. Not quite in keeping with the type Clay normally enslaved.

“And you are?”

“Artesia Nelson. I was CFO for a software company in Orange County. Clay commanded me to raid the company’s accounts. I took out all of the liquid assets, everything I could convert to cash, eleven point three million, and deposited all of it in a numbered Swiss account. Then Clay sent someone else to Switzerland to make small, well relatively small, cash withdrawals and deposit them in other numbered accounts. Finally they withdrew all of the money and brought it back to Jamaica where it was deposited in a single numbered account.”

“Oh yeah, I think I remember seeing that report on the news.”

“Anyways, they’re still looking for me. It’s as bad for me as it is for Murphy, except I don’t think they’d kill me if they found me.”

“Interesting. Who took the money to Jamaica?”

“Uh, that would be me.” It was Candace, the swimmer.

“Do you think you could remember the account number?”

“I don’t think so. I gave it to Clay, it must be around here someplace.”

“Right. We’ll look for it.” I backed away so I could see all of them at once. “I’m going to take you all to live and work on my yacht for now. I want you all to go get dressed now and get ready to leave, pack up anything you want to take. Those of you who need to stay incognito need to wear clothes that will hide your features if possible, hats, hoods, sunglasses, scarves, anything that covers your face some. I guess we’ve got a couple of hours to kill so take your time.”

Candace cleared her throat.

“Yes Candace?”

“Uh, Master. Could I ask a question?”

I smiled. They were walking on egg shells. I knew they were loyal and that they loved me but they were afraid of saying the wrong thing. Clay must have been a right bastard to them.

“You just did. But go ahead and ask another.”

“Well. It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone who treated me like a person. I can tell you’re a good person deep down. Could we… be together for a while? Is there time for that?”

It was kind of comical. There she was standing in her altogether and she was shy talking about sex.

“Oh yeah!” Exclaimed Joyce, the young hot one. “Let’s fuck.”

I smiled again. “I think we have time for that.” But Joyce’s enthusiasm struck a wrong cord, it sounded wrong.

Julie butted in. “None of you get anything until I’m done with him!”

“We!” insisted Kristen.

“Right. We.” Said Julie.

“Sounds like my mind has been made for me. Where are we going to do this?”

“Not here.” Julie said with a disgusted look on her face. “This place is filthy. With all these slaves these men never let them clean the house. I don’t know how they could stand it.”

“We can go to one of the other houses.” Sheryl suggested. “We women kept our own quarters very clean.”

“Ok. Sheryl, you pick a house and go get it ready. I’ll be over in a few minutes and we can get started. Oh and, I’m going to have to limit the activities to you eight, so tell the others I’m sorry, but they can’t have a turn today.”

As they shuffled out of the house I looked around the room. Now if I were Clay where would I hide an account number for eleven million dollars?

I checked inside each of the desk drawers, even pulling them all the way out and turning them over to see if there was anything taped to the bottom.

I hope he didn’t have it on him I thought. If that was the case I’d be out of luck.

There were no sticky notes on the computer. Nothing stuck to the wall. Finally I turned over the keyboard and there it was, a pink sticky note with transparent tape on two sides and a long number printed neatly across the middle. There was something else there too, probably a password. I carefully removed it and put it in my wallet.

When I stepped outside Kristen was there waiting for me.

“Hello babe. I’ve missed you.” I said hugging her tight.

She hugged me back and let out a long sigh together with a little moan. “Oh, me too. I was so happy to see you today I nearly burst for joy.”

“I know how you feel babe. I feel giddy knowing you and Julie are alive, I still feel like pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. Now, where is this clean bedroom we can use?”

She led me to the nearest of the houses. Inside it was neat and clean. The women who normally lived there had vacated the premises and only the eight I had designated were present. Six were still naked, Julie had just gotten out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around her body.

“Well, I guess you’re first Julie, then Kristen.” I turned to the others who were seated on the sofa and chairs. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for the rest of you.”

I then turned to Julie. “My love. Please lead on.”

She smiled and took my hand, leading me to a master bedroom near the back of the house.

This was a large room with a single king-size bed. It was clean and neat and the blankets were already turned down. There was also an adjoining master bath with a shower.

I closed the door with one hand and spun Julie around to face me with the other. “Julie…” I choked a little as my emotions threatened to overtake my restraint. “I was lost without you, you know. I was so angry. I did some things I’m not proud of…”

“Shhh.” She whispered placing a finger on my lips. “Whatever you did, you had good reason to do. I trust you with all my heart Sam, never doubt it. I went through some bad shit here too, but now that you’re here none of that matters.”

She kissed me and the towel fell away revealing her intoxicating body. As our lips and tongues explored long forgotten pleasures she unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants pushing them past my buttocks and letting them fall around my ankles. Then she freed my raging hard on from my underwear and pushed them down too.

Her hand closed around my throbbing member and we both moaned into each other’s mouth.

“Sam. I don’t remember this being so big.” She panted.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her while she guided me to her hot, wet opening. Julie, you will not lose consciousness until I come.

“It wasn’t. I’ve discovered I can alter my body at will.” I panted back to her as I slid inside her waiting snatch.

“Oh god! Ohh shit!! Aaahahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnggggggggggg! Oh my god! It’s so good. It fills me up. Make love to me Sam. Make passionate love to me.”

I laid her on the bed and straddled her missionary style. We continued to kiss and caress each other. I took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked.

She moaned. “So good Sam. Suck it hard.”

I complied, alternating between suckling gently, pressing my tongue against her nipple and sucking hard. Then I switched to the other tit and did the same. She was grinding against my pelvis the whole time.

“Fuck me Sam. Please. I need it. Fill me with your seed.”

Again, I complied. I slowly pulled out and just as slowly slid back in. Her body stiffened. “Oohhhhhhnnnnnggggghh. Oh Sam! God I can’t believe what you do to me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Jules. More than I can say.” I pulled out and slid back in again. Not so slowly this time.

“Jeeessssuuuusssssnnnnggggghhh!”

With each orgasm I felt her vaginal muscles compress around my cock, grabbing and pulling. I started pumping in and out a little more methodically.

She couldn’t speak. She experienced one long continuous orgasm, her body tensing with each stroke and jerking at odd times, while her pussy clamped down on my large hard meat.

Finally I knew it was time. I started really pistoning hard into her hot hole.

I looked at her face and noticed her eyelids were fluttering. I don’t think she was seeing anything at that point, and I knew that if I asked her something she wouldn’t have been able to answer.

Then my balls tightened and my orgasm came. I blasted her insides with my sperm again and again.

She screamed inarticulately. “Aaaayyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. Looking at her face I could see she was out cold. I just lay there for a while looking at her, soaking in her beauty. This was my love. She completed me. If I were a king she would be my queen, regardless of how many concubines I had access to.

Finally I kissed her eyes and pulled my softening cock out of her.

I checked my watch. A twenty minutes had passed. I heard my phone buzz in my pants pocket. There was a text message from Stefani. ‘Bus leaving now.’

I couldn’t take this long with everyone, the bus would be here in a little over an hour.

Stepping to the door I opened it and called Kristen. I decided to take my time with Kristen too.

She too had showered and had a towel wrapped around herself. I closed the door and took her in my arms.

“Kristen. Do you know that you are special to me? You’re the first one to offer herself to me as a slave. You were such a surprise in so many ways. We went through lot together before any of the other girls joined us. I just want you to know how much I love you and how much I missed you.”

“I love you too Master, so much that I can’t put it into words. I’ve been so scared for so long, scared that I wouldn’t see you again. It’s such a relief to be in your arms, I feel safe and loved again.”

We kissed then, a long slow lingering kiss that said ‘I’ll always love you’ without words.

“What do you want today Kristen?”

Her blue eyes looked up and me and she smiled. Then she slid down to her knees and engulfed my re-hardening cock. But as soon as she took it into her mouth she released it and gasped. “This is bigger than it was.”

I chuckled and nodded. “It’s something I learned to do while you were gone.”

“Wow!” she exclaimed as she admired my length and girth. “I wonder if I can still…” she interrupted herself by engulfing my hard member again.

She took me all the way to the back of her throat but still had about three inches of me left. Pulling back she changed her angle of attack a little and I felt the head of my cock plunging far into her throat as she bottomed out in my pubic hair. My command of long ago that she would not gag was still holding.

She pulled back and took me in a few more times. It was a pretty amazing feeling but I was afraid she might damage her throat, so I stopped her and lifted her to her feet. “Thank you Kristen, that was amazing. But now it’s time for me to satisfy you.”

She smiled again and I leaned over and took a nipple into my mouth. She sighed.

I lifted her into my arms and laid her on the unoccupied side of the bed. Like I had with Julie, I straddled her missionary style. Kristen, no passing out until I come. I lined up the head of my cock with her pussy and slid into her.

“Aaahahhhhhhh! Oh my God.” She gasped. “You’re so big. I didn’t think you would fit, but it feels so perfect.”

I was actually only able to use about three quarters of my length with her. I returned my attention to her beautiful pink nipples, keeping myself bottomed out in her warm folds. She moaned and sighed with my ministrations.

After a few minutes of this I unsheathed my cock from inside her and slammed it back in.

“Oohhhhhhhnnnnnnggggggghhhhh! God! It feels better than ever.”

Again.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaahahhh!” gasp. “Oh… Master… I love you… soooooooooooonnnngggggg!”

Her pledge of love was interrupted as I stroked in again.

I had just finished with Julie so my stamina was pretty high. I just continued to stroke into her and a nice leisurely pace. All the while she moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Finally I realized I wasn’t ready to come yet but Kristen was already incoherent. Kristen, with my next stroke you are released from my command to not pass out.

I looked at her lovely face and thought about how much I cared for her. Her eyes focused on me and though she was panting too hard to speak her hand stroked my cheek, saying with a gesture what she could not voice.

I started fucking her hard then and her body arched and she screamed. “Aaaahhhhhhhhnnnnnngnngggggggggghhhhhhh!” Then she was gone by the time I got to the fourth stroke.

After a few minutes I stood and looked at these two special women. Physically they were complete opposites. Julie with her dark black skin and since she hadn’t straightened it in a while frizzy afro black hair, lying there next to Kristen, pearlescent white skin and very short light blond hair. But I loved them both and I was overcome with emotion for a moment as I pondered the fact that I had them both back safe and sound.

I moved Kristen over nearer to Julie to free up one side of the bed.

Opening the door again I called to Artesia. I’d never had sex with a woman with so much body fat before, everything jiggled like jello. I decided to have her bend over the bed and penetrate her from behind. Artesia, your body will enjoy this very much. When you wake up later you will have a new resolve to eat healthier and smaller portions and exercise as often as you can. You will know that if you don’t keep yourself fit I may not give you as much attention as I could and that will motivate you to get into shape.

The closet on the other side of the bed had mirrored doors. I was watching her face as my dick slid home and her eyes widened.

“Shiiiiiitt! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” I saw her eyes roll back into her head as her body shook and I felt her undulating pussy muscles massage my cock for all they were worth. Then she collapsed onto the bed.

I lifted her legs up onto the bed and rolled her over next to Kristen. There was room for one more in this bed then I would have to find someplace else to finish up.

Next I called Murphy, the light skinned former FBI agent. She eyed my still stiff cock as she walked through the door.

“Murphy, you didn’t tell me if you had a family or a boyfriend before Clay took you.”

“There wasn’t anything serious. I’d had boyfriends before but I didn’t want a permanent arrangement.”

She was still staring at my staff.

“What are you thinking right now?”

“I was just wondering if your cock is even going to fit inside me.”

“You’d be surprised.” I answered and took a step forward to sandwich her between me and the wall. While we kissed I tweaked both nipples and she moaned.

Grabbing an ass cheek in each hand I lifted her up and settled her slowly onto my rod. Her eyes went wide and then slammed shut. “mmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” her volume started low but increase to a shout. Her body shook like she was having a seizure. Then she was limp in my arms.

I laid her on the bed next to Artesia. Then I went back to the living room where Joyce, Candace, Sheryl and Carmel were waiting on the sofa.

“Well there is no more room in that bed. Is there another we can use?”

“Yes Master.” Sheryl replied and walked down the hallway but turned to the opposite side of the first bedroom to another bedroom. The room and the bed were smaller, queen size.

“Great. You can be next Sheryl.”

She had been eyeing my stiff rod the whole time. She was the smallest of the group so she was probably concerned about it fitting even more so than the others had been.

I lay down on the bed and she climbed on top of me, straddling my hot tool.

“Master? I don’t know about this.” She sounded frightened.

Sheryl, your passion for me is rising. Until you have your orgasm you can’t be satisfied. You pussy will be dripping with desire in about a minute from now. Your vaginal muscles will loosen up entirely allowing my cock to enter without resistence. You will have no orgasm when I enter you. When I say the word ‘baby’ your natural responses will take over and these commands will no longer be in effect.

She gasped. “Wha… Oh my god. Something’s happening.”

“Relax Sheryl, everything is going to be fine.”

I saw her visibly relax but at the same time a different look came into her eyes as she continued to eye my cock. Now instead of fear there was interest.

She reached down to touch my rod and then grasped it in her small hand. She looked at me as if questioning if it was ok.

I nodded.

A half a minute had gone by when she took a deep breath and settled herself on my cock with a sigh. “I can’t believe how easy that was.”

I bottomed out with a couple of inches to spare.

She began to grind on my cock and moan. “Mmmm. Aahhh. That’s so good… Want you so bad.” She pulled up and then slid back down. “Oh yes. Dear god that’s too good.” She started stroking me more rhythmically.

By the time I judged the minute was up she was pumping me for all she was worth. I figured it was time. “That’s right baby. Fuck me hard.”

Her eyes flew open and her pussy, which had been wet and loose up ‘til then, clamped down hard. “Aaaaanannnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. OOooooohhhhhhhssssssssshhhhhhiiiiiiiitttttttt!” At this point she stopped stroking me and just braced herself against my body as her body completely lost control and she shook and spasmed around my dick. Finally she lost it and collapse on top of me.

That was pretty intense. Another minute of that and I would have been spewing again myself.

After a half a minute to catch my breath I called Candace, the tall swimmer. In her case, with those long legs I just had her stand next to the bed and spread her legs. I gave her no mental commands.

“Bend at the waist and rest your arms on the bed Candace.”

She did and I lined myself up and pushed into her.

She gasped. “OhhhhhhhJeeeeessssssssuuuuuuusss! Nnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa.” And that was it.

I laid her up onto the bed next to Sheryl.

I could do one more in here.

I’d saved the best for last. Carmel and Joyce were definitely the most beautiful of the six new slaves.

I took Carmel next. Her huge tits were tantalizing. So much so that I just had her straddle my body and dangle them in my face. I squeeze and pinched and fondled and suckled until she was begging for my cock in her pussy.

Finally I let her slide me into that hot hole of hers and she screamed. Her whole body came down right on top of me with those luscious mounds in my face.

Rolling her to one side I climbed out of bed. Another full bed. Joyce I would have to do in the living room.

“Well Joyce, it’s just you and me.”

“Oh Master. I want this so bad. How do you want me? Should I suck you cock first?”

She seemed overly eager. Something was not quite right. I decided on the spur of the moment to entrance her.

Her eyes glazed over with that familiar trance state.

“Joyce, why are you so eager for sex?”

“Because I’m a slut.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I… I was hypnotized by one of the other cheerleaders. She told me I was a slut. She told me I would want to fuck any boy I saw. That if some boy wanted to fuck I had to say yes. That I wanted sex more than anything. She hypnotized me over and over for months.”

Wow! “Why do you think she did this to you?”

“I think she felt threatened by me. I was very popular at the time and I was better than her with the cheers too.”

I nodded unconsciously. “What other commands did she give you?”

“She told me I couldn’t focus on school work. That I couldn’t think logically or concentrate on serious subjects. She sad I was an airhead and should behave like an airhead.”

“How were your grades up to that point?”

“I was an honor roll student.”

“And after?”

“I was failing every class. I was going to get kicked off the cheerleading squad.”

Something occurred to me. “Joyce, did Clay ever actually enslave you?”

“Not like this. I was his slave because I wanted to be. I wanted the sex. I couldn’t say no.”

So she hadn’t really been a slave at all, I had just enslaved her for the first time. If I had known I would have tried to help her in another way, now it was too late she was my slave.

“Ok. You are now my loyal slave. In a moment I am going to wake you from this trance. I want you to remember everything we talked about. The hypnotic suggestions that girl planted in your brain are a thing of the past, you are now free from them, you can now be your real self. Do you understand these commands?”

“Yes Master.”

“Ok, wake up now Joyce.”

Her eyes blinked and she stared at me for a moment. “My god! Oh… my… god! I’ll kill her!”

“Shhhh.” I tried to calm her, stroking her cheek. “There’s no need to talk of killing anyone. What’s done is done. Can you focus on serving me now?”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes Master.” But she started to cry.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“My mom. She died believing I turned into a slutty screw-up and that I didn’t love her. And… my life… I was going to be a doctor.” Then she blinked again and looked at me. “Oh thank you so much for helping me.” She threw her arms around me and cried.

When she finished crying I looked her in the eye and said. “Joyce, with all that you’ve been through I would understand if you wanted to pass on the sex for today.”

She looked at me carefully, then she looked down at my boner. “No. This is different.” She paused. “I think I love you Master. Do you love me?”

“Always.”

“Then make love to me.”

I cupped her chin and kissed her tenderly. She moaned into my mouth. I laid her down on the sofa and explored her body from top to bottom. Joyce, you will not lose consciousness until I come. I commanded. Then I sat on the sofa and had her sit on my lap facing me. I cupped her tits and rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Then she grasped my hard staff and impaled herself on me.

“Ooohhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” she squealed. “My god. What just happened?”

“I believe they call that an orgasm.”

“Really. I never had one like that.” She panted. “It was amazing. Do you think it might happen again?”

“I think I can guaranty it. Just raise yourself up.” I instructed. “And now back down.”

As she followed my instructions and slid back down on my cock her vagina went crazy. “Aaaannnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhh! Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I want to do it again.” She looked at me as if asking if it was ok.

“Sure. Just keep doing that as long as you want to.”

She did it again. “Nnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhh!” Pant, pant. “Oh Master. You’re so wonderful.”

She did it again. “Aaaaahhhhhhhnnnnngggggg!” Pant. “Yes.” Pant. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.”

She kept sliding up and down on my cock until she could no longer speak. Tears streaked her cheeks and a little drool rolled from the corner of her mouth.

“Are you happy Joyce?”

She just nodded once.

It was time. I raised her up and moved her to the side. Standing myself, I had her kneel on the sofa, then stepped up behind her and slid inside. Again her body stiffened and her pussy contracted around my meat.

I needed to finish this. I started pumping into her with the goal of satisfying myself. The whole time she just shook and cried. Finally I felt that familiar tightening in my balls and started shooting jiz into her. At that point she screamed loud and would have collapsed if I hadn’t been holding on to her hips.

When I was totally spent I released her and she just dropped onto the sofa, out cold.

I was a little tired myself by this time but I had something on my mind. Rounding up my clothes I dressed and went to the front door of the house. I looked across to the main house and those steel bars. How did I get through them?

I remembered how desperate I was to save Julie. I remembered feeling that I had to stop Clay no matter what. I leaned forward toward my goal and… I was there.

I teleported. Just like in that movie. Did the author know? Are the Paladins depicted in the movie just another name for the Hunters? I couldn’t know but the parallels were uncanny.

Where could I teleport to? I thought of the hotel room, the presidential suite. I could see it in my mind. I leaned toward my goal… I was in the hotel room. The door was open and the woman from the maid service was just leaving. I teleported back to Clay’s place before anyone saw me.

I was getting the hang of it now.

Just then the bus pulled in, air brakes hissing and dust flying as it rolled to a stop.

Fully clothed women came pouring out of the houses with plastic bags and knotted sheets containing their belongings. None of them carried a very large bundle.

I walked over to the bus as the door opened.

“Hello Chica.” I greeted Stefani as she came down the steps.

From the last step she wrapped her arms around my neck and lowered herself into and embrace and kiss.

“Oh Master. I missed you. We all missed you.”

“I know. I missed you too.” I kissed her again. “I’ll go wake up Julie and Kristen while you take charge of getting the rest on the bus.”

I went back the ‘house of sex’ as I thought of it and roused the girls. It took about fifteen minutes to get everyone ready but finally everyone was on the bus and ready to go.

“Ok Stef, you know the drill. Somebody made a list, so get everyone to where they need to go and give them whatever money they need. Kristen, you can help Stefani. Oh and six of them go to the yacht, they know who they are. Julie, you come with me on the bike.”