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Cordelia’s Conquests:

2. The first real victims

As you remember, my name is Cordelia Cordei, the first and last lonely darling daughter of the Cordei family. But its not like that’s a big thing or anything, I mean we’re a poor family by default. Well more middle-middle class, we just have tendencies to want to have too much fun, so we have to live like lower class sometimes. Except for me I was luckily going to college. Turned out a big reason that my parents had been so poor while I was growing up was the savings account.

But that was just some background information before I dive back into my story. If you remember where I left off, I had just gotten dressed, re affirmed my independence from the need of having Azell close to me, and then I had left to find my first woman to turn into my mindless slave. Well not mindless, and not exactly slave, but you know what I mean.

I assumed David could finish the computer program and the like within a day, so I just had to keep my conquest busy. That shouldn’t have been so hard, right? Trick was finding one. I couldn’t say my lesbian-radar was the best in any respects and that was the force of nature I was going to be forced to rely on. I also couldn’t rely on my pendant, that was going to be my secret weapon though. But I would use the program David was making WITH the pendant, therefore doubling my chances of success.

Sounds like a great plan, doesn’t it? I thought so. In fact, I must still compliment my brilliance. I mean its hard to be as hot as I am and keep your wits about you. Honestly, people do their best to make you rely on your looks when you don’t have to much else going for you, but I managed. Long purple hair, dyed of course, went well with my deeply dark eyes that I was told could make a guy want to be mine very quickly. Of course you also remember my well-paled skin, and my long legs, and of course, quite well- sized breasts.

I loved dressing myself up sexy so I had. If you can’t remember exactly what, you should read the first part of my story anyway. I don think that’s a rude request.

Either way, I was driving to a club or something, right? Well wherever I was originally planning on going, I ended up going to a small club called the blitz. It was a junker place, and I only went there because it reminded me of why I was out and about. This was the first place that I had gone to after I waved good bye to Azell for the last time. It was a club for all ages, but if you want to have a good time you just come with a bunch of friends.

Oh how I missed the days when I had crowds of friends huddling around a table with a pizza. Yeah, remembering back, I don’t remember those. Oh yeah, fantasy. And, Azell’s memories that she shared with me to help me feel better. Oh sure, I tried not to feel bad that growing up I’d been a loner, but no loner is truly happy.

That, is why I wanted Azell. No, I had to convince myself that was over. That was why I was here. I was going to find a sweet succulent piece of woman, take her back. . . But it was hopeless, so I just sat at a table far in the back and stirred a soda with my fingertip.

To be honest, I was tempted to try that fake ID I had and get some scotch. I heard it was really hard. And if the engineer of The Enterprise liked the stuff, it had to have some merit. Besides, if its not Scottish, its crap, right? Oi, but once again I’ve gotten distracted. I truly apologize. But then again, most people enjoy my insane ramblings.

Sooner or later, as always happened when a girl’s head is down and purple hair is splayed all over her table, a girl came up. I didn’t notice her at first, my head down and all, but she poked me a few times and I groaned. I think she thought I was drunk, but when she saw the half formed tears in my eyes I think she got the picture that I wished I was drunk. Oi.

“You alright hon. . .?” The woman pulled the chair from the opposite side of the table beside me and pulled my hair back, and out of my half full drink. “You look pretty pale, but then again you think that I’m complementing you with that, right?” I couldn’t help but giggle. This girl was doing everything just right. My worries and fears aside, I began a pleasant, if not gentle and friendly, conversation with this woman. I didn’t pick my head off of the table at first, but I would have been pleased at the sight.

* * *

Alright, so, where was I? Oh yes, that lovely damsel had came over and cheered up a sad, if not pathetically sad, me. I found out soon after that her name was Scarlett, which hilariously enough didn’t match anything she wore or had as a feature. She had long black hair that curled just below the curve of her ass, deep green eyes that begged to make you want her to seduce you, and curvaceous legs and as with any girl I’m after, a nice sized chest. Altogether, she was probably the most amazing woman there, and she didn’t look too much older then me. Maybe three years max.

She wore a long black dress that was of the same design as mine, ironic as mine was red and her name was Scarlett. Yes, I’m going to be amused about that for a long time.

We talked about things that didn’t matter, old boyfriends (mostly I turned my exes into men for the sake of the story, I’d only been with one man besides David) and our jobs and I talked about school. She apparently hadn’t been able to afford college and her life style suffered for the lack of money she received because no one wanted to hire someone with a G.E.D. at the time, even though she’d gotten it at sixteen.

Something about this girl made me want her, and I wasn’t quite sure what. either way, I knew she would be mine. I had to have her and when I get my mind set about something, it happens. Well, most of the time. As with most people with grandiose views for their futures, sometimes I over estimate my chances for victory.

Then again, I almost always win anyway, so it is something I have very well deserved. Either way, we had a good chat for some time, and then sooner or later, the subject came to what both of us were going to do after we left. Deciding it would be a tad too early to think Dave could have finished it already, I gave over to another idea. Perhaps we could go to her place, get some pizza, talk for a bit.

It seemed fine with her, and she didn’t seem to mind my subtle hitting on her. I hoped she was one of the women who would enjoy it, but no. . . I couldn’t be too sure. It wouldn’t matter either way, all would end up in my court, and I would know how to deal with it.

I love being so smart, and all has helped. Either way, very little seemed as if to stand in my way. I could not see how wonderful this would end up in the end, but it would. But I jump ahead. . .

I asked her if we would take her car or mine, and I admit that was not the brightest thing to do. Either way, she blushed and then grinned crookedly in that way that showed she understood. Good, this would make this all the more easy, and all the more fun. Sure, I liked the idea of making a woman that was unwilling, willing. . . but that was not suitable for a first try. No, she would get an unwilling next.

Scarlett giggled as I stood up and took her hand in mine, smiling. Yes, she would make a good lover, and a good slave.

* * *

We eventually got to Scarlett’s place, me fallowing her in my car. I didn’t want to seem too familiar, for even someone that wants you has limits to what they will endure to fulfill that want.

Her place was small, about as big as mine, but sadly less furnished. I would have offered to help with that if I felt she would be needing to be there for much longer. Luckily for her, she wouldn’t need it for very much longer, and that would be proven true. We walked up to her small apartment, and I couldn’t resist but to hold her hand in mine and entwine our fingers with a crooked grin. She seemed to approve and squeezed my hand. Giggling, she opened the door for us and we stepped inside.

Her foyer was absolutely boring, but I wasn’t paying too much attention to the house. In fact, nothing about the house interested me much at all, besides a painting of a goddess who’s name I couldn’t quite recall. Scarlett kissed my forehead and spoke in a soft gentle voice, “Well Cordelia, I want to go change. This dress is lovely and all but. . . It doesn’t allow for much comfort, as well as you cal tell. And you even fill it out better, so I’m sure that must be even worse for you. You take care, and I’ll be riiight back, I promise.”

She went off, of course, and I decided to look around. Not too much food in the fridge, some pizza we could nuke up, and a few bottles of wine. Apparently she was older then she hinted at, or she had a nice girlfriend. Or boyfriend, or some friend, or family member. But being the nympo that I am (and I wear that title with pride, who ISNT addicted to pleasure?) I always jump straight to thinking a love interest, and that time was no different.

I decided to lay back in one of her chairs, and pulled out the pendant from my bra and grinned. Yes, I am that much of a little bitch, but don’t blame me. Blame the woman that gave it to me, which is a story all in its own, which I might feel tempted to tell you about some day. . . You’ll have to be a good little boy or girl, and maybe you’ll find the story in your stocking.

Just kidding. So, I fiddled with the chain of the pendant nervously as she changed. I really didn’t know what was going to happen, I wanted her to want to be my little slave. . . and to be honest its not like I’m some kind of succubus. . . I want to have fun, and I want to make a girl feel better about me.

I love loyalty, and I never planned to hurt any of the girls that I wanted to have fun with. It was going to be a short sweet love affair where I would fix all of their problems, and afterwards they would think they had a normal relationship and I simply helped them see how they were hurting themselves. I wasn’t planning on ripping their minds and making myself a harem. Well, then I started to and it sounded a bit too good. But no, I told myself I would at least not start out like that. I would do what I had planned on, and if I was a good Mistress I might let myself keep one. And no, I don’t think subs are like pets, but you have to realize the power I had in my hand.

Either way, I sat back and waited for Scarlett to return so we could begin, and I decided to put on the pendant. Even if I didn’t use it, it would definably draw her crimson lover’s gaze to my more then ample cleavage. And that was just what I was planning on, well what I wanted to be planning on. In truth, my mind was already deciding that using the pendant would be fun. I just wasn’t sure if it would work, and what if it didn’t? Would she know it? And if so, I would be so screwed. Jail, at the very least.

Actually, who would buy such a tale. Either way, I was getting hot inside, and I needed to have some fun. I was growing impatient with having to only think about sexual acts, and was just about to go into her room after her.

However, just as I was about to she came out and my jaw almost dropped. The word “keeper” resonated off of her milky flesh and I just wanted to swallow her, before long I would do as close as I could to that. Or at least I hoped so. Your probably guessing what wondrous outfit made me want to fuck her brains out in less then five minutes, right?

Well, you might not agree but you would just have to see how it looked on her. She was wearing a very tight white tank top with no bra on, but her breasts still managed to swell against it, showing hardened nipples. Below that she wore a cut off skirt. Now, this isn’t seen very often so let me explain. Its where you take a skirt that would normally just barely be acceptable in public, and then you cut it zigzag to look like crocodile-tooth pattern.

So in other words, she looked about good enough to spoon up, and I had the biggest spoon of all hanging around my neck. Soon, she’d be putty in my hands, and on my tongue.

“Well, well, well. . . ‘lil Scarlett seems to be asking for something, doesn’t she?” I grinned as I let the words slowly drift off of my tongue. To let her fuck me of free will, or to control her fucking me. . .? It wasn’t like I was going to tell her how, it was if I was going to be controlling her, and how well. I could tell she was the submissive type, so I was tempted to just let her keep her mind unaltered, but then again I had never really had fun with someone I barely knew.

Scarlett seemed to notice I was contemplating something, but she had no Idea what. Well she thought she did, but she was way off base. “Your first time with another girl, cutie? Don’t worry, I can show you the ropes. . . I can tell your the type that likes to be on top, but that’s good because I like being lain on...”

I couldn’t help but stand up and grin from ear to ear, and bouncing a bit so she would notice the pendant, and my luxurious chest. “That’s it. . . look at the pendant. . . Feel your eyes don’t want to leave, do they?” Of course, her head moved back and forth as a “no”, but she barely moved her eyes from their position. Apparently whatever empowered the pendant effected this girl as well, and I was so lucky.

“Good. Because, I’m your new mistress.” I walked right up to her and she didn’t move her head at all, still staring at my pendant. “But you don’t need to look anymore, because the pendant has written itself into your mind, hasn’t it? You obey my voice because the pendant tells you to. You will do exactly as I tell you, because my voice is the voice of a goddess. You worship me, and you are loyal. You can never hurt me, and you will never desire anything besides pleasing me, until I tell you otherwise.”

Scarlett’s head bobbed up and down and I grinned all the more as I tried to decide what to do with my new found power over this woman. She just stared now up at my face, into my eyes. She wanted to please me, and I could tell she was melting with desire. All her lust had turned to faith and loyalty, and I could tell from one look into her glazed eyes.

This little one was going to be the first woman, to match my first man. That man of course being David. Deciding the pendant worked for all needs, the computer program would only be useful for remote control. Oh I could seduce a whole company from a distance...

Mmmm but I had more important things to attend to as I looked over her luscious body. No, I had to make her do exactly what I wanted. So, I decided I wanted a show, so I sat back down and grinned. “Now, my little slut slave, your going to give me a one woman peep show, and its going to be very, very bold and erotic. Your going to make me want you, and I might.”

The thought of that seemed to make her jump, and she slowly felt over her curves tenderly. Then she cupped her breasts and squeezed them through the fabric, moaning. She pinched her rock hard nipples and twisted them, squirming in ecstasy as she could see me slide up my dress and rub over my panties in enjoyment.

She seemed to quite enjoy the sight of that all the more, and slid off the tank top, kneading her firm chest and groaning out. I was thoroughly enjoying the show, but this was only a soft core show. This could be shown on HBO at noon, and I wanted more. “Show me that little patch of black hair. . .”

Scarlett seemed to get the hint and slid off her last patch of clothing. Apparently she was already wanting some fun, but little would she know she wouldn’t need her panties at all for it.

I grinned as she rubbed over her bare crotch, teasing her entrance with the tip of two fingers. Such a playful runt. I was going to enjoy fucking her brains out later. Before long she was rubbing the hard nub of her clit and crying out so loud I was sure some of her glass must have broken. Deciding I was too nice, letting my slave have all the fun, I slid off my panties and spoke in my deep seductress voice.

“Now... I want you to lick your Mistress’s pussy, you got that my little sex slave?” Scarlett nodded to me and kissed up my thighs and dived in. She mustn’t have been a novice at all, and that was quite apparent to both of us.

Her natural sexual urges weren’t muted at the least, so I wasn’t surprised when her hand snaked down between her legs and she fingered herself while she licked me, bucking against her own fingers and my wonderful cunt. I wont go into details here, because I am a terrible tease, but before long I was rolling in the land of multiple orgasms, clinging to her head like it was the tongue of the goddess in my very soul, and I just wanted her to never stop. . . but even the best pleasure hurts someone after awhile, and so I had to make her stop. Lucky for me how I phrased it, “You’ve pleased your Mistress,” made my little slave orgasm for some time as well...

* * *

After my lovely encounter, I decided to drive back to my apartment, with Scarlett “asleep” in the back of the car. All I had to do was tell her that her Mistress wanted her to sleep now and she faked it on the backseat like some little girl who wanted to have to be carried inside.

When I pulled up, I told her to get out, (I’d dressed her before we drove off of course) and to fallow me into the house. When we did, I was greeted by Dave’s enthusiastic cheers, and seeing quite a few empty beer bottles hanging around. Suffice to say, little David had probably had some action. Deciding to see if I was right, I turned to Scarlett. “You, sweetie, stay here. Mistress has to check on David. Go back to sleep on the couch...”

Scarlett mumbled some sort of “Yes Mistress. . .” trash and walked over to plop on the couch. I knew the sight I was about to see, or at least I’d thought I had. But no, instead of some random woman there, it was none other then his favorite cyber-fuck. I’d seen her picture before and she looked just like she had in the picture.

Her name was Katrina, and she had long dyed silver hair, and a cute nose ring. Being a computer nerd that’s rich family helped her never have to work a day in her life, she had very pale skin, and her designer leather clothes were splayed all out around the room. “That’s it! Ride me you little whore!”

David was laying on MY bed, I’d make him pay for that later, and he was nude, of course. His more then sizeable cock was deep inside of Katrina’s heat, and their hips rubbed together as she squirmed around on top of him. His hands gripped her about medium B cup breasts, kneading them and twisting her nipples before one of his hands went down to rub her clit.

I was pretty much about to need another go myself at this wonderful sight, but deciding that wouldn’t help anyone, I just watched. Before long David spoke out around a moan, “Oh! Cum now! make me cum!” With that I could tell Katrina came hard, and he must have hit her g-spot while telling her to cum, because she exploded like the sex pot she was, all over him, and he cried out as he seemed to quake with an orgasm that paralleled all of mine. What a naughty little boy...

* * *

“What are you doing back here so soon?!” David exclaimed, obviously shocked. Katrina had already been ordered to dismount her new master, and fall asleep. Apparently, this computer program did a damned good job. “And where is your girl. . .? Did you make her yours all alone, without any help from the one and only Dave?”

I frowned and tore off my dress and shot it at him in a wadded up ball, and he saw the pendant on my chest. “See this? " Slowly, and nervously to my delight, Dave nodded. “Good. Well... don’t stare! I already made you mine with it earlier...”

David blinked, “You did...?” It seemed that it didn’t just seduce the person to your will, it also did a damned good job of making that person not able to find a way to resist.

Its hard to resist my control, hell anyone’s control, when you don’t know your under it. “Yup. . . You don’t remember? Mmmm, too bad. Either way. . . Tell me about the program. . .”

As if jolted, David smiled and nodded, hopping up and dressing, “Well, it worked perfectly. I set it up so you type in what you want. A spiral spiked wheel, which I know is cliche, will appear as if in the background of the screen, transparent. You type in whatever you want, and you get the results...” He pointed very slowly to his sleeping slave. She would become mine before too long. . . “When I sent her the program, I made her loose all her sexual inhibitions, want to be my slave for all time, and come here. . .”

“Can your control be reversed...?” My question struck him as odd, so it took him a moment to puzzle through it.

Soon, he decided he knew the answer, which is good for him. When you become omnipotent you expect answers to come to you as if you were a god. Someday, when you grow up and get your magic pendant to control women and men alike, you’ll understand.

“Of course, but only by more conditioning, or different conditioning. Or, the Master or Mistress telling the slave what their new programming is...”

I smiled and nodded, “Well, as to answer your earlier question... My new girl, Scarlett, is out on the couch. I’m going to sleep. You should too dear.” I didn’t have to hear him crawl into bed next to Katrina to know he’d done it. So I just skipped off to my bed.

* * *

My dreams were filled with red heads, all of them asking me why I abandoned her, and why I didn’t try to get her back... I tried to explain, but I couldn’t talk, and the pendant appeared in front of me, and seemed to turn into Azell’s body...

* * *

I awoke in a cold sweat and looked to the clock beside my bed. 3:45, which was way earlier then I liked waking up.

Sighing, I turned back over and bit my lip. I resolved that the only way to truly end these dreams... these cravings... was to actually get back my precious Azell. So, releasing my lip I slid back to sleep. In the morning, I would resolve how to do this. For now, sleep.

To be Continued...