Hypnotrack Ch. 04: The Coeds
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He woke the next morning with Melissa curled up against his side, her breasts pressed against his chest, legs wrapped around his own, and her sleeping breath brushing against his skin. Her body was warm and pleasant as it pressed against him, and he couldn't stop himself from stroking her long black hair, running his fingers gently through the strands as she slowly roused to wakefulness.
Melissa woke, curled against her master, his thick cock pressed against her though: She'd had the most delicious dreams of him breeding her and the rest of his future harem, of licking up the cum that escaped his whores cunts when he knocked the new recruits up. She was already wet for him, and couldn't resist a trio of kisses up his neck: she could feel his hands touching her, and shivered with pleasure. "Good morning, Master." her hand trailed to his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Do you want to use your busty Asian slave this morning?" she could feel a wave of pleasure pouring through her as she admitted what she was. "Do you want to put this big cock in her fertile little cunt and fill her up?"
Mark had not expected this, but could feel his morning wood stiffen even more as she groped him: His free hand slid between her thighs, and he could feel the heat, the dampness, of her horny little cunt. "I'm sure you'd love that. Wouldn't you, Slave?" he murmured -- the words came quite naturally. He shifted their weight, rolling so he was atop her gorgeous form, sliding between her legs. "If your Master pinned you down and used your unprotected pussy."
She nodded, her eyes filling with need. "Yes, Master." she replied breathily, her body shivering with need and arousal, bucking her hips upwards, a thigh wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer to her, his cock pressing against the lips of her cunt. "You can do anything you want to your slave..." her eyes lidding over in pleasure as her words trailed off. "I belong to you." again, she shook in pleasure: He took the opportunity to slide down her body, sucking her left breath into his mouth and laving the nipple with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth, then continuing down.
Trailing kisses over her belly, forcing her legs apart with his hands: over her hips, licking her clit for a moment before sliding two of his fingers inside her. Circling her clit with his tongue, placing his free hand on her belly, holding her down as he started to drive his fingers in and out of her, his tongue flicking out, running over and around her cunt, focused on her reactions, seeing how quickly her pleasure grew.
Melissa was in heaven: Her master's fingers inside her, driving in and out, up and down, working their way deep into her body, feeling them especially on the roof of her pussy, pressed down as it was by his hand, His tongue circling her clit -- then he sucked it into his mouth: A sharp spike of pain as he held it between his teeth, pain that transmuted to intense pleasure quite obediently, making her moan in bliss: Her breath came in sharp gasps as he flicked his tongue against the tip: she knew she was going to come soon, like a good little slave, her pleasure building rapidly. Her skin was slick with sweat, and she could feel the intense heat between her thighs as he tasted her cunt, his ministrations sending almost electric spikes of bliss up her spine and into her clit, a building knot of pleasure that was going to release any second now.
Mark could feel her pleasure building, knew she was close as her hips pressed insistently against his lips, and her breathing grew louder and louder: The quiver in her thighs told him she was about to pop -- so he immediately stopped, kissing the inside of her thigh, his fingers ceasing their rapid ministrations, and just staying within her as her hand tangled the bedsheets in frustration. "Please.. Master. I was so close!" she growled, her voice filled with lust and need.
"You're not allowed to cum until I'm fucking you." He replied, roughly -- before starting his ministrations again, rougher and more forcefully this time: Nipping the flesh of her inner thigh with his lips, before flaying her clit with his tongue, tasting her cunt as he drove his fingers in and out, adding a third, until once more she was about to cum: And once more, he stopped, dialling back what he was doing to the bare minimum. She groaned in frustrating, her voice heavy. "Please, Master. Please.."
"Please what, slave?" Mark replied, with a fast lick of her clit. "You're not allowed to cum until I'm fucking you." She moaned, reaching her hands down, trying to pull him up.
"Please fuck me, Master. Fuck your busty Asian slut. I need it, please master, Please. Fuck me senseless. Show me I'm yours. Knock your horny slave up. Please, please master... Fuck me... I need your cock in me so bad..." frustration, arousal, pure animal need in her tone as he slid back up her body, holding back just enough to stop from her pulling him inside her, kissing her hungrily.
"Good girl. You belong to me now. Now and forever. Now cum for me." sliding his cock into her in one smooth thrust, feeling it convulse and tighten around him as her back arched, her legs vibrating as she gave off a scream of bliss, arms wrapping tightly around his back, pressing her breasts into his chest.
Melissa's mind went blank with the rapture of her master's cock in her unprotected cunt, all the frustration and need that had built up as he toyed with her transmuting, making her whole body shake with pleasure: She pulled him close, wrapping shaking legs around him, needing him to fuck her, to use his sexy little slave, to fill her up and mark her forever as his property. Nothing was more important to her in that moment that feeling her whole body pressed tightly against her Master as he fucked her needy breeding hole.
Mark drove into her, feeling her pussy wrapping tightly around his cock, pulsating with her need to be filled. He kissed her, letting her taste her own pussy on his lips as he rested his weight on his arms, fucking her with hungry abandon: She body shook as she came, over and over again, her cries of bliss transmuting into a relentless, predictable babble.
"Fuck me Breed me Fuck me Breed me Fuck me Breed me.." Melissa was only distantly aware of what she was saying as Master used her, fucked her filled her so perfectly. No-one else had ever made her feel so good: It was better than she'd ever dreamed of, her favourite fantasy in the flesh, and she knew he'd be such a good father to all the babies he was going to plant inside her. All coherent thought was lost in endless waves of pleasure, every muscle she had shaking and shivering as he overloaded her senses, and she could feel him tensing up, ready to fill her: She clamped her legs tightly around him, to make sure every last drop stayed inside her cum-hungry womb.
Mark knew he was about to burst, fucking his favourite little fantasy like this, and as her legs wrapped so tightly around him, he couldn't hold back: buried up to the hilt in her tight little snatch, he emptied himself inside her, eliciting another intense moan of pleasure as she felt him pumping his cum inside her, drenching her insides, just like she'd begged for.
Melissa blacked out for a moment, the pleasure was so intense, feeling her master's cum fill her. She knew in just a few more days, that when he did this he might put his child inside her, and the thought made her shudder as another wave of pleasure passed through her. She realised now that when she'd originally told him of her breeding kink, it was in the intense hope he'd take the hint and breed her. Even force her to have his child -- now there was a delicious thought. Maybe she could ask Master for some rape play when she was fertile? She dismissed the idea -- she wouldn't be able to stop herself from begging, like a good little slave should. It felt too good when he used her needy body like the fuck toy she was born to be.
It was a long, long moment of panting, clutched tightly against each other, both slick with sweat before Mark was coherent enough to kiss her softly, and start spreading her legs so he could pull out. She was reluctant to let go, as yet another shock wave of pleasure poured through her body -- his cock was still in her pussy, and her programming demanded it - but he was finally able to extricate himself, his cock softening as he entered his refractory period. Absently, he wondered if he could retool the video to help him remove or reduce that delay: He knew it was possible, and if he was going to be servicing a harem of wanton sluts, it would be of great benefit. He bookmarked that thought as he took Mel in her arms, letting her nuzzle against his chest: inhaling each other's scent as the afterglow took them both.
They lay together for several minutes, until once more Mark found them coiled together, his hand gently stroking her hair. He kissed her temples, softly. "We should probably get up." he noted, wryly. "We need to shower, and get to work, mm?"
She sighed, happily. "Thank you, Master." nuzzling at his throat. "But yes, I suppose we should. It just feels so good.." her hands roaming over his body, for a moment. "God, I can't wait until I'm pregnant with your child. Will you still fuck me then?"
He hugged her firmly. "Of course, Melissa. You are mine. Now and forever." and the truth of his words made him happy indeed. She wasn't just his friend, she was one of the most gorgeous women he knew: He'd be crazy to let her get away. "But work. I'm going to see about getting you some sister-sluts this afternoon, and I'm at work tomorrow -- I may being another home with me. But Friday, I want to pull everyone together -- all your sister-slaves -- so you can get to know each other. You'd like that, Wouldn't you? To meet all your future sisters?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "Is there any way I can help, Master?" she asked, hopefully. Privately, Melissa hoped he'd say yes: She really wanted to see him balls deep in some sexy young thing.
Mark thought about that for a moment. "Maybe? I'll let you know. You know the two students in apartment three?" she nodded, smiling. "Well, I'm going to show them both the video, if I can work out a way to make them both watch it at once."
She thought for a moment. "Well, they know I compose music. I could tell them It's a video I put together, and want to show them?" it was her normal, thoughtful tone, which made Mark very relieved: He loved fucking his Asian slut, but he wanted his friend, too. Who says you can't have your cake and eat it?
Mark nodded. "That works, and I can be the one giving them the phone because I just watched it." he thought for a moment. "Do you know when they are both in?" he mostly saw them in the evening, in passing. A busty blonde girl and her Latina friend. He thought their names were Amy and Monique, but did it really matter?
Melissa shrugged: It had a most pleasing affect on her physique. "I'm not sure, but they usually finish classes by three? So they should be home by four or five on a weekday." it was Wednesday: so much had changed in just three days. He planned on recruiting another girl at work, and maybe fucking Julie senseless again. He should probably turn the blonde into a brainless bimbo, too, he mused before she tapped him on the nose with one finger.
"Master?" The title made her ridiculously happy. Master owned her needy little cunt, and she loved him with all her heart. "We should both shower -- and I think if you join me in mine, we'll get distracted. So, if you don't mind, I'll do my work, you do yours, and we can convene at five to bring my new sisters into the fold?"
Mark nodded, reluctantly untangling himself from his Asian slave. "Works for me, Melissa." he kissed her on the nose. "Only call me Master in private for now, okay?" he hunted around for his clothes, and slowly started getting dressed: She was right in that if he joined her in her shower, he'd just end up fucking her again.
Melissa reluctantly nodded. "If you say so, Master." she got up herself -- making sure to stretch to make sure Mark saw just how sexy his slave was, before pulling on a sheer dressing gown: moving close, she pulled his half-dressed form into a languorous kiss. "I'll see you later, my love, my master?"
Mark nodded, holding her close for a long moment before letting her go: He was very tempted to use her keyword and fuck her again, but work. He had to do his morning work. He repeated that to himself four times before it took, and by then she was heading to the bathroom giving him a very fond smile in parting, and he finished dressing before heading back to his apartment to wash and breakfast.
It wasn't until he was half-way through breakfast that he realised he hadn't sent her a copy of the video to dissect: finishing his cereal quickly -- he was going to be eating a lot this morning to build up his energy -- he moved to his computer, shooting her a quick e-mail with the video attached. Repeating the warning that she was not to watch it or listen to it: Just analyse it, and see if she could isolate and pull off the voices on the audio track. While he waited for his second breakfast to cook, he did a brief check on how easy that would be to do: Given that there were freely available programs to strip voices out of a song (So they could be repurposed as karaoke tracks) he was pretty sure sit would be doable, if by no other way than by stripping out the voices them imposing the rest of the noise as a negative overlay, to leave only the voices behind.
Second breakfast made and consumed (Porridge, this time) he had a look through his work items, and made sure to jot off an E-mail to HR to inform them he would be seeing Julie for an hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays, for remedial training on internet security: He made sure to note he was using her to refine his technique before rolling it out to the rest of the company, and yes, he would run it by HR before finalizing it. He wanted Heather to watch it especially, so best to lay the groundwork and make sure they didn't inquire until he was ready. With a devilish thought, he also asked if he could see Stacey -- the bosses secretary -- on Thursday afternoon, regarding her internet activity, to give her a similar safety lesson. She was a stuck up bottle blonde who seemed to look down on her lessers in the company: It would be fun to have her on her knees, begging to have him fuck her. He idly mused on how he would program her as he looked over the rest of his chores.
A computer needed replaced, he put in the order and cleared it with finances: he rolled out an update to the antiviral remotely, keeping half an eye on the net traffic report. He had to block a few new sites that the mail boys were looking at porn on -- bookmarking one for himself: It looked like a new one for sexual hypnosis, which was interesting. A few boring e-mails, and the usual make-work that were the reason he could work from home: It was not an overly large company, his job was largely training, watching the net traffic, and keeping the network running.
Another boring day he finished by mid-afternoon, in other words: he broke it up with a large lunch, and went shopping afterwards, getting in the supplies he needed for Friday: He did not neglect texting Julie, telling her to plan for coming over for dinner then and staying the weekend. She happily confirmed, and he turned his thoughts to planning standardised commands.
He would have to make sure to order them all to be bisexual, and to enjoy seeing him fuck and capture other sluts. To fall in love with him and anyone he declared as his. He'd learned his lesson from Julie, and would be sure to make them cum when his cock was in them -- and five times harder when he was in their pussies. He figured he should add a verbal orgasm trigger as well, and make himself the star of their fantasies, make them confess all the depraved things they fantasized about. He also planned on making sure, as he had with Mel, that they would be some version of their normal selves when they weren't horny or being fucked wasn't possible: He rather imagined a life with a bunch of nympho sluts who could only think of getting laid would be fun at first, but very boring in the long term.
Tailoring them to his own kinks was also a consideration: He needed them to want to be slaves, to be owned, to like a little pain and bondage. His thoughts stuttered a little as this morning entered his mind. He had not really considered it before... But Mel begging him to mark her, to breed her? That was really hot. Did he... want to give that kink to everyone else he recruited?
Did he want to have every one of these girls writhing beneath him, wantonly begging him to knock them up? Knowing there was no risk of child support or alimony -- they would be his brainwashed property, after all... Mm. Mm. He needed to think about that. So he did.
He mused on the idea, imagining Julie begging like that -- remembering she'd already had him fill her with cum, loved every second, and he had no idea if she was on birth control. He had to admit, realising that made his cock twitch. He imagined her begging openly for it. Of Stacey on her knees before him, pleading with him to get her pregnant and prove what a trashy slut she was. Image after image of every woman he wanted in similar scenarios ran through his mind, and ended with a thought of having them all collared, obedient and pregnant. Evidence they were his slaves, his property, to use as he see fit. Marked as his for the rest of their lives...
Yeah, He probably did. He had always wanted kids. He tossed the idea to the back of his mind to let it stew, making another quick snack, showering and neatening himself up: He spent the last few hours playing Stellaris, until there was a knock on the door: Glancing at the clock it was just past five.
Unsurprisingly, when he opened the door he found Melissa there: a devilish, happy grin on her gorgeous face, which lit up with happiness at seeing him. An off the shoulder camisole in white clung tightly to her chest, and she had a pleated skirt on that accentuated her legs in a most delightful way: He'd seen her wear this before, typically when she'd been getting a visit from her Julian -- he made a mental note to see how she was handling that, given her new situation, but that was for later.
"Master." she murmured, her voice full of happiness and anticipation. "I saw them both come home. I want to watch you make them my sisters. Shall we?" she couldn't help herself, reaching out her hand and resting it against his chest, gently caressing his body. He could almost feel her heat and anticipation.
Taking her had in his, he lifted it to his lips, brushing his lips over her knuckles. "Lets, Melissa. But be good until they are trained, okay? It's Mark in public." pulling his phone from his pocket, he nodded to her. "Did you get my E-mail, by the way?" he asked, closing his door behind them as they headed down the stairs.
She nodded. "Yeah, I started processing it just before I left. I should have it split back up into tracks by tomorrow, then I can start filtering out the various voices in the composite." or something like that, anyway: Mark was a network engineer and coder, not a sound engineer, and he was getting maybe one word in three. He thought he understood what she was saying, so he was happy to hear the progress.
"Thank you, my Melissa." he replied, softly, generating a light blush on her face. "Yours." she replied, with a firm nod, a slight shudder running through her as they approached the ground floor: Descending the last step, she took a moment to center herself.r"
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