Free Your Mind 2

And now he had them. "Deeper and deeper for me, my sweets," he purred, the car's motion rocking them into profound trance as they arrived at his modest Carlton flat, shared with other students but empty tonight. He led them inside, the door clicking shut like a final seal on their fate. They recognized the place subconsciously, having wandered nearby laneways unknowingly, drawn by buried commands.

Because deep down, they craved ownership. Not just suggestible, not just triggered - they yearned for the warm captivity of mesmerizing power. "That's it, good girls, just a few more steps," Master coaxed down the hallway to his room. "Then you can shut those heavy eyes and stop thinking, my brainwashed sluts." Their cunts ached fiercely, sopping fabrics clinging to labia - Margaret's plump, pink folds framed by sparse silver curls, Evelyn's fuller lips hidden in a thicket of pubes.

At the door, a busty blonde - Ingrid, the Swedish slave - greeted them nude, her pert breasts heaving as she stripped the women with reverent hands. Margaret sighed in rapture as Ingrid's lips met hers, tongues dancing in a first lesbian kiss that set her body aflame, Master's watchful eyes amplifying the heat. Evelyn moaned as Ingrid's fingers traced her curves, hoping for a show to please him.

But first, the long-awaited claiming. They sank to hands and knees in the bedroom, collars snapping around necks - leather symbols of surrender. Master tugged them into position, aligning them side by side on the bed. He started with Margaret, his thick, veined cock - dark and rigid, crowned by a glistening head - pressing against her entrance. She grunted like a beast in heat as he thrust in, her walls yielding to his girth, silver pubic hairs matting with their mingled juices. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding back to take him deeper, her first orgasm crashing within moments, cunt clenching rhythmically around him like a velvet fist.

Not to be outdone, he switched to Evelyn, pulling out with a wet pop and plunging into her waiting hole. Her wild bush tickled his balls as he buried himself, her Kegel-trained muscles gripping fiercely, milking him with deliberate squeezes. She chuffed in ecstasy, years of pent-up need exploding in a squirting climax that soaked the sheets, her labia fluttering around his shaft.

Enhancing the debauchery, he alternated faster, one hand fisting Ingrid's blonde hair as she knelt between them, lapping at their clits in turn. "Lick them clean, slave," he commanded. Ingrid's tongue delved into Margaret's folds first, swirling through the silver-trimmed slit, tasting Master's pre-cum mixed with Margaret's creamy essence, then to Evelyn's bushy mound, parting the curls to suckle her swollen nub.

The women, lost in trance, kissed each other sloppily, tongues entwining as their breasts mashed together - Margaret's sagging yet full orbs with pale pink nipples against Evelyn's heavier, veined ones. Fingers explored: Margaret teasing Evelyn's asshole, dipping in shallowly, while Evelyn pinched Margaret's clit, heightening the overload.

Master groaned, pounding Evelyn to the brink before pulling out and slamming back into Margaret, his balls slapping her ass. "Cum for me, sluts," he growled. They shattered together, pussies convulsing in unison, juices squirting as he erupted inside Margaret, hot ropes of cum flooding her depths, overflowing to mat her silver pubes.

Ingrid dove in immediately, lapping Margaret's creampied cunt with long, hungry strokes, tongue scooping cum from the pink, gaping hole amid the sparse hairs. She shared it in a snowball kiss with Evelyn, who then buried her face in Ingrid's shaved pussy, lapping at the smooth, bare lips while Master watched, stroking himself hard again.

He took Evelyn from behind next, fisting her bush as he reamed her ass - prepped by Ingrid's rimming tongue - his cock stretching her tight ring, pubic hairs brushing his shaft. Margaret, meanwhile, sixty-nined with Ingrid, her mouth on the blonde's slick folds, tasting sweet nectar while Ingrid fingered her cum-filled pussy.

The night blurred into an orgy of debauchery: Master fucking their mouths in turn, his cock slick with their essences, balls nestled in their pubic nests; the women scissoring, bushes grinding together in wet friction, clits kissing amid swirly curls; double penetration with toys Ingrid fetched, Master in one cunt while a dildo filled the other.

Finally, spent and mindless, they collapsed into a pink fog of ecstasy, brains colonized forever. When - or if - they woke, it would be under Master's eternal control, a fate their deep selves embraced with utter joy.