Chapter 8
Soldiers
Time moved slowly over the weekend. Day passed into night and back into day while Mary and Peter ate, slept and enjoyed each other's company. Sometimes they watched TV or played games. Mary did everything he wanted.
Sometime on the Sunday afternoon the door bell rang. Peter answered the and to his pleasant surprise he met two girls in their late teens. One girl had short brown hair and wore wire framed glasses over a cute little nose. It was difficult to see her figure through a loose fitting blouse and skirt. Her friend was a blonde. Her hair hung all the way down to her waist, and she wore a light blue jumper that clung to nicely rounded boobs.
The blond spoke first. 'Hello. We're from the church of latter day saints and I was hoping whether you could spare a couple of minutes.' She held out several booklets.
He hid his grin and replied, 'Yes please... Come in. My name is Pete. I didn't get yours?'
They hesitated. The brown hair girl said, 'Excuse me but is the lady of the home in? We would like to meet with her.'
Peter called out to Mary. She put on a gown her otherwise naked form. Approaching Peter from behind she asked, 'Yes dear? Who is it?'
'These ladies are from the church. I they would be good company. Please invite them in.'
Mary reached out to shake the visitors hands, accidentally letting her gown fall apart enough to reveal a deep cleavage.
Meeting Mary, the blonde relaxed. She shook hands with Peter and said, 'I'm Angela and this is Janice.'
Janice forced a smile, barely containing a frown towards Mary. In a glance she told Peter that she did not like or trust him. She covered herself with booklets as she, and Angela, entered the apartment.
Angela either missed the silent communication or did not care. Busily talking about the good of God she even missed Peter's assessment of her body.
Seated on the couch Angela presented a speech, 'Atrocities in Europe are an example of how much He is needed. A lack of faith leads to corruption and evil. Here,' she thrust a booklet out. 'It is written that all those who believe in Him shall be rewarded. . .'
The talk bored Peter but he did not mind a great deal. It gave him time to fit his plan into place. Potentially he could make the women into two more slaves but there was no more fun in doing such a simple task. A better idea was to play with them before they succumbed to his desires. The blonde Angela could use a change in ideas and the uptight Janice needed to learn who was boss.
He said to Mary, 'Would you mind going to the kitchen for some drinks and refreshments for our guests? They must need some from all of their work.'
Mary obeyed. As soon as she left the Peter's ring glowed captivating the pair of young women.
'Can you girls hear me?' he asked.
'Yes' replied both women.
Peter commenced his command, 'Okay. Whenever I give either of you an order or ask you a question you will be my soldiers. You'll obey instantly and answer 'Yes Sir' unless I say otherwise. You may not agree my commands but you'll obey to the best of your abilities. Do I make myself clear?'
The girls droned, 'Yes sir.'
'Good. And as soldiers if I tell you how you feel about anything that is exactly how you will feel, no matter whether it is love, hate, or anything else. Understand?'
Again, in unison, they replied, 'Yes sir.'
Mary re-entered the room carrying some biscuits and cordial. Seeing the stunned pair she asked, 'Have you controlled them already dear? What have you made them do?'
Her questions disturbed him a little. He did not like the idea of somebody else, even Mary, knowing about his power. He decided to fix her knowledge later.
Coming out of the trance, Angela shook her head. 'Where was I?' she asked herself. 'Oh yeah. The trouble in Europe. Do you understand why God is important Peter?'
Janice also came out of the daze and interrupted her friend. 'What's going on? Something has happened, hasn't it? That lady,' she pointed at Mary. 'left the room. Now she is back in here with food. I want to know what you've done.' She cast the last sentence directly at Peter.
He responded, 'You're wrong, nothing has happened, Mary got the food a while ago.'
Angela rose, to immediately gather her books, and move towards the door. 'She's right,' Angela said. 'You must have drugged us.'
Janice flew to her friend's side. 'Stay away. You are in big trouble.' she said.
Peter decided it was time to begin playing with his new toys. 'Attention.' he said abruptly.
'Yes sir.' came the reply from the girls as they straightened up to stand as still as they could. Janice glared at Peter, defying him even as she obeyed. Angela looked scared.
Peter ordered, 'Come back here for an inspection.' The girls obeyed again and stood together in the middle of the lounge room.
He came as close as he dared to give them a better assessment. Angela dressed like a good girl: in a nice jumper and a long flowery skirt. Similarly Janice dressed in a white blouse and a brown skirt. Her breasts were smaller but her face was more athletic than Angels.
Mary touched his shoulder. 'They look very upset,' she said. 'Maybe we should let them go?'
Annoyed at the intrusion Peter asked the girls, 'Are you upset?'
'Yes sir.' came the replies and he could see tears tumble down Angela's cheeks.
He could easily fix the situation. He ordered, 'You do not feel upset any more. You are proud to serve as my soldiers. Now put your chests out to show me how proud you are.'
They did as they were told, immediately thrusting their chests forward.
'That's better,' said Peter reaching out to feel Angela's breast.
She slapped him on the face and screamed, 'Leave me alone. You have no right to touch me there.' Then she resumed standing at attention.
Hurt, in hard anger, Peter almost slapped the girl back. In an effect, he restrained his hand from the blow. Better to pay her back in other ways. Deliberately he said, 'I'll teach you. Drop and do ten push-ups.'
'Yes sir.' Angela bent to the task but her arms could not support her weight. She slumped to the ground over and over again.
'Bastard!' came the voice of Janice.
He regarded the brown haired girl. The bitch stood to attention, only her expression betrayed her obedience. He said, 'Its her own fault for striking a superior officer. In fact soldier, feel ashamed of your friend. You love me touching her and you, and think she should be punished.'
'Yes sir,' replied Janice. 'I was mistaken by our friendship. Please touch me the same way you did to her.'
'Good soldier. Remove your shirt so that I can feel you properly.'
She did and Peter could see that her body was quite fit. She must have worked out because her small muscles pressed against her skin. He ordered her to remove her bra and was satisfied that her breasts, although only small, were firm.
Giving her flesh a squeeze he hoped to have a response but nothing happened.
Angela finished her push-ups, stood up, then gasped, 'Janice stop him from doing that. Its not right.'
Janice proudly thrust her chest out to greet Peter's fondling. She replied, 'Shut up Angela. You're a very poor soldier not to let Sir do the same to you. Why don't you let him?'
Peter stopped rubbing Janice and turned to Angela. He unzipped his trousers and ordered her, 'That's right soldier. You have been bad, so down on your knees and give me a head job. Do the best job that you can.'
'Yes sir,' she replied and sunk down onto knees.
Janice's hid her shock well, she merely said, 'She's never done that before sir. Couldn't you give her another punishment?'
Peter enjoyed seeing the blonde hair cover his lap. Turning to Janice he said, 'The punishment excites you soldier. Take the rest of your cloths off and play with yourself while you watch.'
Janice stripped and masturbated frantically while watching her friend give oral sex.
He remembered Mary, who looked very aroused herself, and order Janice further. 'Mary is your commander too so obey her orders like you do mine. Mary, please enjoy yourself with Janice while I give Angela some more training.'
Mary thanked Peter and ordered Janice, 'Stop doing that soldier. Make love to me instead.'
The two women embraced each other.
Meanwhile Angela tried her hardest to suck Peter's penis. She did not know what to do, so she compromised, hating the act she performed.
Peter took pity on her and wanted a better time. He told her that she loved sucking cocks, they tasted better than anything she had ever tasted. He also ordered her to remove her cloths so that he could get a good look at her.
The orgy lasted until Peter came in Angela's mouth. Then he made her join Mary and Janice in the love making. Finally growing tired of the scene he called a stop.
'That's enough. Soldiers stand at attention.' Janice and Angela obeyed instantly, standing naked in the middle of the room. Peter continued, 'You are both very good soldiers but today you have a new mission in life. Instead of preaching that bible crap, your objective is to seduce all the men and women you can. You will be cunning and only make your seductions when you think you think it is wise to do so. You crave for sex all of the time and, if nobody else is present, you will fuck each other. When are fucking you will remember this afternoon and imagine that your partner is me. Are there any questions?'
'No sir,' replied Angela.
'Ah sir. I have one, ' said Janice. 'When can we fuck you again?'
'Under no circumstances are you to come to me. You will stay away from me unless I call you. Is that clear?'
'Yes sir,' they chorused.
'Good, get dressed and leave.'