The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hands and fingers, lips and tongues, cravings and... restraint; it all felt so good. Someone was being very loving this morning. I could feel their body along mine, two bodies along mine. Touching, fondling, kissing and licking. I tried to pull them closer to me, to press those bodies to mine, but something held me back. I was tied down. Damn. My women must have finally given in to their desires and decided to just take what they wanted. But why were there only two of them? Why couldn’t I feel one of them? I opened my eyes and Carrie filled my vision.

“Wake up dear,” she said smiling. She was happy that I had finally woken up. Her body sang out with need for my touch. I tried again to reach for her, but multiple straps held my arms in place. She shook her head, “You don’t have to hold me. Let me do everything.” She reached up and pulled my face to hers. Our tongues met before our lips. Jaws working, eyes closed, lust passing between us. I wanted her, wanted to feel her, and wanted to enter her. I could feel her hands holding my face and another hand on my rock hard cock.

I looked over to the other but was surprised to see Tanya. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

She smiled and it was beautiful. Just like the night of the meeting, her blue eyes sparkled with delight at just feeling me. Now she was just as nude as me and her hand ran my length. I tried to turn over to press my cock against her warm skin but more straps around my body and legs held me fast. “Don’t move Ral. You could hurt yourself or Chloe.”

“Chloe? She’s still with Vikkor...” Then it dawned on me. I was following the woman to retrieve Chloe, and then a sting in my neck and the quick darkness. I looked past the two women to the room beyond. Computer monitors, tables, chairs, light stands and many other implements I couldn’t put names to were everywhere.

“You are finally aware. It’s about time.” I only knew one person with a French accent.

“Where are you Vikkor?” I asked as I continued straining to look around. Carrie got up off the table I was strapped to and went to a stand. She adjusted some controls and the table lifted, putting me in a vertical position. Tanya pouted about not being able to lay on me as she had been, but there was no verbal complaint. Ahead of me a shuttered window opened. On the other side was Vikkor.

“Welcome back Ral. I was hoping you would return.”

“Yeah, I was coming back to give you what you wanted from Mandy and to pick up Chloe. Where’s Chloe?”

I felt the bonds holding me pull back on me. It wasn’t like a machine cinching down those straps, but someone pulling with normal strength. There was a muffled moan to go with that pull.

“You’re Chloe is tied to the back of the table. Those straps hold you to each other. By all means, pull on them and set yourself free, but know that you will tear her apart in the process.”

I relaxed. Vikkor had been smart enough to keep me in line by putting Chloe in a position that she would get hurt if I fought. Damn. “What do you want Vikkor?”

Tanya continued rubbing on my cock, though I started to wilt with the thought of hurting Chloe. Carrie returned to my side, my mark still floating over her chest. Why would she continue to help Vikkor if she was bound to me? A different question for a different time.

“I want a lot, but from you I only want a few answers and then...” She chuckled, “Then I want your body.”

That got raised eyebrows from me. Better to say nothing, let her do all the talking.

“You will answer my questions then I will have your body to study,” she restated.

I knew she didn’t want sex, but what did she mean by study? “You’re going to have to do better than this Vikkor.”

“Oh, you won’t do anything to hurt your Chloe. I’ve made sure of that.” She patted a computer monitor.

“If you mean my profile in Master PC, too bad. I’ve got passwords on both of us.” Please tell me she didn’t have a way to bypass the programs passwords.

She shook her head with an evil grin. “You short-sighted man. I’ve been able to bypass the program’s passwords since I found out about them. You and yours are mine to be the puppets you should be.”

Damn.

“Now, this very peculiar code in your profile, what does it mean?”

Without thinking I just started talking, “I believe it represents the genetic code of my body that the program registers as beyond normal coding for a human.” I couldn’t even stop myself from speaking. I looked back up at her. That evil, nasty smile was still in place.

“Yes, Ral. You will answer my questions truthfully, or at least as truthfully as you believe. Now, do you know what it means? What does the code empower you with?”

I clapped my mouth shut, pressing my lips together to keep from speaking. It was like my mouth completely separated from my body. “My powers.”

“Do you know what the extent of those powers are?”

“No.”

She laughed. “What? Have you been too caught up fucking so many women that you haven’t tested it?”

“Yes.” I was stunned at my own answer, but it had to be the truth.

“I’ve noticed bits of these characters on Chloe and Carrie. Do you know how that happened?”

“When they received my sperm the code was added to them.”

She turned away from me, saying something in rapid French. I couldn’t see who she was talking too, but for that matter, she might have been talking to herself. Why would she discuss her discoveries with anyone else?

I looked to my sides. Tanya and Carrie were both kissing and licking along my skin. Quietly I suggested, “How about letting Chloe and me go? We can all go back to my place and have a party.” My mood for sex was growing quickly, just like my cock. I really didn’t want sex but if I could convince them to let us go and even leave with us, the better.

Carrie looked up. “We can’t. Vikkor instructed us to not let either of you loose for any reason.” She looked toward the control booth and back. “I would, but she’s using the program to make sure we follow her orders.” She sidled up to me. “But we still get to have a party. She’s promised that.”

Tanya pulled my head around. “Our Mistress wants your seed. She doesn’t want to collect it personally so she’s allowed us to have that privilege.”

“Why would she want that?”

Vikkor had apparently finished her thoughts, “Because having just your code may not provide all of the answers I’m looking for. Yes, you have impressive abilities. You can affect others on a near permanent basis. I cannot remove the code you gave Carrie, but as you can see, even your code does not keep them from being manipulated by the program. Even you are susceptible.”

“This doesn’t make any sense Vikkor. If you just wanted samples, I’d be happy to donate some blood.”

She shook her head. “No. That would not suffice. Your body may hold other keys that even you have not accessed yet. I want it all. Not only those abilities you’ve demonstrated thus far but those other powers that you use either subconsciously or have not discovered at all. Only by harvesting your body, blood, organs, everything might I discover those secrets. The only sample I cannot extract with a knife is your sperm. I want also to know what you would pass on to your next generation.”

Tanya knelt next to me, working my cock with both hands and her warm mouth. I did my best to ignore her. How? By being distracted with Vikkor’s speech of my imminent dismemberment. Death has a way of grabbing your attention. “You have my code. Why isn’t that enough? It would tell you all of that. All you have to do is decipher it. Cutting me up isn’t necessarily going to give you anything different.” I was having difficulty keeping my voice from shaking.

“Well, there are other reasons for keeping you for myself. Besides the benefits of collecting the gorgeous women you’ve enthralled, removing one more person from the helm of Master PC, and ridding the world of one more man. I also relieve myself of the one witness that could be my undoing.”

“One witness...?” I had understood her implications to take my women once I was dead, having one less User defying her and of course one less man in the world, but what was she talking about one witness? Not unless... Renée must have been right. Vikkor was the kidnapper. “Where are the women?”

Vikkor had watched me put the pieces together. She didn’t smile. “Very good. Those women are safe. You should not worry yourself about them. After Carrie and Tanya are finished, you won’t have to worry about anything, ever.”

Needless to say, I was getting angry. She had been kidnapping women for the last two years. For all I knew Carrie and Tanya were two of them. I didn’t think Alexandria had been counted among those disappearances because she had been retrieved clothes and all, but the timing of her being found by Vikkor and the first kidnappings were about the same. Maybe Vikkor legitimately found Alexandria and helped her, but the thought of leaving other women to fall to other men’s attacks and manipulations had goaded her into taking those women; collecting them for her sick dream of a world without men.

I pulled against my bonds. Chloe moaned behind me and pulled back. It eased my anger a bit. I had to control myself, had to focus my energy on something productive and less harmful to Chloe. I needed Vikkor to keep asking questions until I could find a way to escape, “You haven’t asked about my marks.”

Vikkor looked up from her thoughts. “Marks? What marks?”

The commands she gave me to answer took over. “Each of the women I’m bound too have an amber streak hovering over their chests.”

She looked at Carrie and Tanya. “I see no marks. How am I supposed to see them?”

“I... I don’t know.”

Vikkor smiled. “Then how am I supposed to know they have such marks?”

“I don’t know.”

“You cannot hope to win, Ral. I have you. I have the program. I am a god on Earth. My plans are inevitable. When the sun rises tomorrow, women shall inherit the Earth, and all shall be right.”

“What do you mean?”

She smiled and punched some keys on the computer. “Men will die. All of them.” The window to my right popped open. Then a door beyond that window opened. Considering how far I was from the room, I could only see the contents from my direct line of sight. What I saw wasn’t good. It looked like a large test tube capped at the top. Inside the tube was a man. Chains held him up by his wrists over his head. His head was slumped forward, dark dirty red hair hung limp from his scalp. I couldn’t see his face, but that built body was familiar. There were only so many men I had noticed in my life, especially ones built like that. Law was one, but this guy was white. He may have been one of Chaos’ boys. She had said they were supposed to be at work. It looked like he didn’t make it in.

With wide eyes I looked back at Vikkor. “Why?”

Vikkor laughed. She laughed as if all the questions in the world should have made sense to me. It was condescending, but I was more concerned with other things to be insulted. She finally calmed herself. “Salvation Ral, salvation. Men are the destroyers of the world. They start wars, starve countries, and think only with the head between their legs. Men treat women as objects to be possessed rather than loved and taken care of. They beat us, torture us, and rape us. They kill each other, which does not bother me in the least, but they also turn those murderous tendencies on women. I’m sure you have noticed that men by and large are more violent and cause more problems than women. You are one of those problems.” She smirked. Something truly insulting was about to leave her mouth. “You admitted it yourself last night. Those women are bound to you and you have not done anything to make their lives any better. You control and manipulate them. You force them to lust after you with no concern for the lives they would find away from you. I heralded you as what other men wish they could become. The center of a harem with no concerns of anyone else needs or dreams. It was not meant as a compliment.”

Her explanation unfortunately made sense, perfectly logical sense. She was on the mark about men causing so many more problems in the world than women. Men filled many more prisons in the nation than women. The world would probably be better off with fewer men, certainly, but she was talking about a world with no men. That was a bit extreme, especially considering I was one of them.

There were two problems with her concept of killing off all men of the world. There were no diseases, deadly or otherwise, that targeted only males. And unless she intended to take control of mass numbers of women to do this horrendous deed, she was going to be hard pressed to accomplish it. The other problem was if, and that was a big if, she pulled it off. If she killed all the men of the world, how would the human race, as a species, survive? She had to understand the need to reproduce to maintain our species and the fact that procreation required both genders.

I started to open my mouth to ask but Tanya stuffed a ball gag in and tied it in place. I looked at her, but couldn’t tell her no. That was the point of the gag.

Vikkor shook her head. “Non. You will not get any more answers. Tanya, Carrie, collect his sperm. Fill the jar. Spill none and let none of it touch you. Report to me when you are finished.” Then she hit a button and the shutter closed.

I looked from one woman to the other, trying to tell them no and shaking my head. It didn’t do any good. I certainly wasn’t in the mood for sex, but my body was already responding to their wiles. It might have been Vikkor manipulating me, making me hard. I wasn’t sure.

Looking to my left and right, I noted three bonds and some kind of metal encasements around my hands. The bonds also tied Chloe to the other side of the table, but what were the encasements for? Two straps went over my shoulders like backpack straps, another across my chest at about the bottom of my rib cage, another across my navel and another around my waist like a belt. My legs were spread wide enough that the girls could slide there hands between them to fondle my sac. Straps held my thighs near my groin and just above my knees. More straps just at the middle of my shins and then ankle and foot straps held me to metal plates under my feet. I was able to stand without straining the rest of my body. With all the straps however, I wasn’t likely to strain anything.

Carrie and Tanya were kneeling in front of me. I watched as they ran their mouths and hands over me, caressing, sucking, stroking. I closed my eyes and put my head back. I had to find a way to break free, but pulling on my bonds would hurt Chloe. A new sensation from between my legs caught my attention. It was such a odd feeling I had to look to see what was happening.

Carrie had pressed her tits to my leg while orally motivating me. What I had felt and watched continue to occur was the expansion of her breasts. They grew and grew, filling out to wrap around my thigh. Tanya either didn’t know what was happening or just ignored it. There was the possibility that my throbbing prick was making me Charm them. She was only interested in my sex that she didn’t care if her breasts had blown up like large party balloons. The warmth of her deeper cleavage pressed to my leg and so close to other things had me moaning. I didn’t mean to, but they were so big, so full, so soft.

I pulled at the bonds around my thigh. Chloe moaned behind me and pulled back. I had tried to tell Tanya to wrap herself around my cock, but the message was lost and she started rubbing my thigh. The big boob that ran up between my legs rubbed my sac though and I moaned again. Damn, it felt so good. Her skin was soft and rubbed me in just the right way. Then that odd feeling occurred again.

I opened my eyes and looked at Carrie. I had boosted her size earlier, but she began to grow. I thought my molding of bodies overrode the program. Either I was wrong or my desire for big, truly huge boobs like Tanya’s was affecting her. I didn’t feel the warm liquid flow from when I change others, but Carrie’s growth was there to see, to feel, to enjoy.

Unlike Tanya, Carrie knew what to do with her massive knockers. She hefted them and pressed them around my straining organ. Also unlike Tanya, Carrie’s touch felt so much better. Our binding had made her touch enjoyable to me and I was certain vice verse. She wanted to get me off, to have me spray her down. She wanted to feel my cum splash all over her enormous hooters for her and Tanya to lick clean. Then I felt an overriding desire from her to make sure to have the jar for my sperm sample ready when I did go off. It screamed through her like... like something familiar. It screamed to override what Carrie wanted. Like the memories Joan had of her investigation. The false memories had screamed to drown out her true memories.

With Carrie centered on me and both women having enough boob volume for ten women, Tanya backed away. She stood up and pressed to my side. She rubbed her massive knockers against me, lifting a breast with her entire lower arm to her own mouth. She was enticing me with the show. I wanted to do that too, but the ball gag kept me from making the request and fulfilling it.

The couple of romps I’d had earlier had helped at the time, but my ache for female flesh wasn’t picky. I knew what they wanted and it scared the hell out of me, but my body was absolutely willing, the proverbial moth to the flame. Though panicked, I writhed under their touch. By reflex I pulled on my bonds and heard Chloe moan behind me and pull back.

That was a real problem, staying still while Tanya and Carrie worked to bring me off. I couldn’t hold still for that. When I got ready to unload, I would probably be squirming and writhing with the sheer force of my orgasm. I had to do something before that happened, but what?

Carrie challenged my control as she lowered her mouth to my tip, licking and sucking along my length. All at once, she took my head into her mouth and the feel was exquisite. She already had me worked up and soon I would be spilling into her willing orifice.

Tanya looked up at my eyes. “That’s it Carrie. He really likes that. Suck him deeper. Mistress said we could swallow him whole. Give him a good reason to cum.” Carrie nodded with her lips wrapped around me and began pushing forward. She watched my expressions as she progressed and swallowed. I felt the pressure of her throat and she pressed past it without gagging or choking. She was going to fuck me with her esophagus and I loved every bit of it.

Behind me, I heard Chloe cry out again. I had begun pulling on my bonds and her reminder calmed me a bit. Carrie started sliding her tight oral embrace along my length, sliding back and forth, truly fucking me. I tightened up, flexed and strained against the inevitability of my orgasm. Her tongue danced along my length and I could feel my sac tighten as I got closer.

I looked up to the ceiling. It was covered with an array of lighting fixtures and a couple of ventilation ducts. The ducts would be too small for either me or Chloe to use for escape. There had to be a way out. I tried distracting myself from the efforts of those succubi. If I went off, I might hurt Chloe and she had to be made safe. I wanted her safe so bad. I’d let them have me if I knew that her and all my others would be left alone. Just let Chloe go and I’ll cooperate, please. It was a simple thought and ultimately what I really desired.

Carrie pulled back and off of me. I looked down and she had a similar glazed expression as Mike had had when I confronted him and commanded him to confess to his crime. Tanya pulled from me too but I didn’t see her eyes. Both of them moved around to Chloe. I felt the straps being released one after another. Did I really command them to let her go?

They finished with her, but I was still held in place by the two encasements around my hands and the straps around my ankles and feet. Tanya and Carrie returned and picked up where they left off. The difference was both still had the distant looks. Chloe came around into my field of vision, pulling off her gag. She didn’t have the same glazed look. Instead she had that fire in her eyes. She watched as Carrie devoured my length and Tanya pressed her enormous mounds against my body. I still had the gag so I couldn’t say anything except, “Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Mmm-mmm-mm-mmm.” It was pretty useless.

Chloe was overwhelmed with her need and pressed to my uncovered side. She added to the burning sensations that had been so close to the edge. Her touch was more than the others still. It felt good to touch Carrie because she bore my mark. Tanya was just a woman giving in to her desire for me, but she hadn’t joined the family. Chloe, however, was an inferno of lust and I was her idea of a firefighter to douse that blaze. She shared her desire with me and I already had plenty. For a moment, I forgot that we were in trouble. When I felt the final stirring of my release, I pressed harder into Carrie’s throat. She moaned back and pulled off quick.

The release of pressure caused by her oral hug allowed me to shoot off. She had just grabbed the jar and turned to catch my offering, but the first shot hit her across her chest. She put up the jar and allowed me to finish unloading. Tanya ran her groping hand along the base of my thick pipe, urging more from me. When I finished, only about a fifth of the jar was filled. They weren’t finished with me but the volume was still impressive. I was still hard and ready for more.

Chloe had watched me shoot off and after I finished, she knelt next to Carrie. The brunette turned to my servant and allowed her to clean the portion of my spending that missed the jar from her huge round globes. Tanya looked down and watched. Her hand started sliding along my hard length faster. She was getting off on watching them and transferred that energy to me. The site was inspiring and I would have been happy to lick and slobber all over the mountains she had if only she’d take off my gag. Instead I did the only thing I could; I thrust my hips into her hand.

Tanya noticed my effort and pulled the table around toward her. Then she turned and placed her full ass at my tip. She pulled me down and eased back, taking me into her. I had to admit, regardless of the plan Vikkor had in store for me, the two busty nymphs she had given me to get off with not only knew what to do, their bodies had been perfected to help the process. I eased into her and tried to thrust forward, but my bonds kept me from going far. I wanted to hold her, to pound her, to really give her every steely inch I had, but I was forced to stay put and let her do me at her own deliciously teasing pace. I felt her pleasure of how my veins and throbbing head rubbed against all of her walls with each slow and deep insertion and extraction. She would take me deep, pressing her soft cheeks to my pelvis and wiggling it against me. Then she would pull away until only my engorged tip remained. Back and forth, slow and steady, the tortoise taking its time in the race against the hare and inevitably, exasperatedly, she brought me closer and closer to a second climax.

Looking over, I found Chloe and Carrie had sprawled out on the floor in a sixty-nine. I tried calling to Chloe but my gag continued to keep me from making anything more than moaning sounds Tanya took as my response to her rewarding effort. And rewarding it was. I bit hard into that ball gag and thrust into Tanya. She had just pressed fully against me and her soft skin sang to my body, her warm slick opening accepting my hardness. For a second time I unleashed and began spilling forth my fluids. I wanted her to hold the position, to accept my load and she did. I expected her to pull from me to grab the jar and catch more of what her Mistress wanted, but she didn’t. She stayed, keeping me fully buried in her.

The force of my second orgasm had been teased from me so wonderfully that as I grunted with the strength of my body’s expenditure, my balled fists tore out of the metal braces that kept me on the table. At last I could feel her skin and shape with my hands. I held her to me, filling her to overflowing. It was such a powerful rush that all my powers, all my abilities reached out. I filled all three women with lust and pleasure to the point of orgasm, and as one they moaned. I could feel Chloe’s tasty discharge as she gave way to Carrie’s talented tongue. I almost felt as if I were in the same throes as she and began hammering at Tanya with earnest. Chloe also worked at Carrie, lapping up her spending and urging more from her. The room was filled with the sounds, smells and sights of our small orgy.

Tanya knees gave away and I held her as she lowered to the cold tile floor. With me still buried in her, she flipped over and tried to hold me as I pressed into her super-boobs. She moaned and tried to press an enormous nipple into my mouth for me to suck on, because I wanted it, but the ball gag was still in place. She pulled it off me and I locked onto her like a hungry calf on its mother. She ran her hands through my hair and gave me short statements of encouragement. When the words “Fuck my tits” left her mouth, I got into position for just that. There really wasn’t any need to press them to me because so many other things made the ride just as enjoyable. Yes, her huge billowy tits was an exquisite feel along my length, but the warmth of her sweat slicked body between my legs and slipping along my sac made the sensation so much more. She held her breasts together and I gripped her nipples in a large pinch. With her on her back and those supple mountains completely engulfing my rock hard phallus, I rode her.

The feel of her bare skin against my hungry cock was fantastic but quickly the sweat and fluids from our joining was worn away and some other lubricate was needed. Tanya tried licking at my tip as it peeked out from her long deep cleavage, but it wasn’t even enough. Both of us were whimpering and trying to keep the action going, but it was futile. She dropped her knockers and gripped my cock. With gentle squeezes up my length and at my head, she started a flow of pre-cum from me and smoothed it down my skin. She also guided my tip to her pinkish flesh and spread the thin slick fluid over her proffered valley. Once we were wet, the ride began again and my continued flow provided the solution for our need.

Chloe and Carrie crawled over to us. Chloe climbed up behind me, pressing her body to my back, her hips moving with mine, her hard nipples distinct against my flehs. She added that something extra I wasn’t getting from Vikkor’s servants and my efforts redoubled. If it had been Chloe I was going at, then I probably would have filled that jar already. Speaking of which, the servants forgot it again as I poured out all over Tanya chest and face. She opened her mouth wide to catch some of my flying fluids. Carrie went down for some of the same, both licking what had already splashed on the blonde and catching some on her own face.

The scents and sights kept me ready. It was more than I should have offered all at once but something was making sure I would give up what Vikkor wanted. Chloe moved around and gripped the root of my length. I knew what she wanted. She hadn’t felt me in her in two days and though the other women had helped her need to stay calm, she burned and required me to fill her with hot fluids to quench that fire. Maybe giving into her desire would help me regain control. I pulled her to me and moved away from the other two. They were too busy with my spilled seed to care.

Chloe accepted my advances and her mind was drowning with desire. There wasn’t anyone to talk to. She would let me have her however I wanted and I wasn’t going to argue. I felt her give in, not only physically, but mentally, emotionally and in every other way. It was such a complete surrender that for a second I stopped and tried to think about what was going on, but my control was squashed and I put her in a position for a woman giving her control up to her master. Turning her away from me and laying her belly down on the floor, I pressed my hardness to her soft and smaller posterior. She arched her back and wiggled against me. Using my legs, I pressed hers together. I sat back, enjoying the feel of her thighs hugging my sensitive factory. I ran my length against her rear cleavage and she tried to grip me with her cheeks. I couldn’t wait any more and neither could she as I pulled back and pressed my tip to her heated, wet hole. I didn’t want her back door though I knew I could have it. Some part of my mind tried to say it was wrong to be given such complete control, but it was distant, miles away.

Her aching womanhood opened and accepted my thick and deep intrusion. So satisfying, so wonderful, so good it felt. It was what my body craved and what hers had begged for. Our joining was music, powerful and rich, full and intense. An orchestra of sensations and emotions played as I ground into her, thrusting in and out and thriving on the pleasure that we provided each other. Chloe reached out to me through our link and rubbed against me like a big cat. For a moment, I thought Mandy had somehow joined us, but she wasn’t there. Tanya and Carrie weren’t even present in that area of our mind that Chloe and I shared. She purred and I growled. She proffered herself, tail high, and opening ready. Not only was she offering me her body but her instinct, her mind, everything. She wanted me to have her in all those ways. It was such a wonderful high that I reached my fourth orgasm in short order. Chloe and I roared in our heads, big cats calling out in mating and our true voices echoed that sentiment.

At long last, I was sated, at least for a while anyway. I could think and knew that Tanya and Carrie had started working each other into another blissful state. Chloe lay flat on the floor with me still buried in her. I was lying on top of her and grunted a quiet apology.

“Don’t apologize Master. You took me and gave to me. Your exhausted weight on me is my pleasure. Knowing that I’ve pleased you also pleases me.” She looked back at me. “Please let me clean you up.”

I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and eased off and out of her. My cock had finally deflated some. I wasn’t sore and had my gifts to thank for it. That and lots of womanly fluids to act as lubrication.

Chloe turned on all fours. She didn’t touch me with her hands, but used her tongue and lips to clean our intermingled fluids from me. I started to harden again, it felt that good, but I also knew that our imprisonment was to be short-lived. Vikkor would return at any time and find both of us free of our bonds. I looked over at Carrie and Tanya. As Vikkor had surmised and I had suspected, my sperm apparently acted as the catalyst to bind women to me. It didn’t matter if it was injected, or splashed across their skin. If a woman came into contact with it they would wear my mark. Carrie had been marked that morning and now Tanya carried my mark. I didn’t need to see it to know. I could feel her just like all the others, and just like the others, I didn’t want to let her go. I couldn’t blame her for her actions. She was under the influence of the program as Vikkor had wanted. What I didn’t get was why Vikkor wanted them to fuck me with no protection. She expected me to fill a jar and for the girls to not get any on them. It made no sense.

Leaning over to the writhing women, I stroked their skin; Carrie’s back and Tanya’s massive breast. It felt so good to touch them. Even if Chloe hadn’t been licking and sucking on my cock, I would’ve gotten hard again. Something else was there too, some different aspect to our connection, like another color had been added to the palette. I wasn’t sure what the difference was but there was a distinct difference. Until I figured out what that difference was, I would have to be careful with the girls.

Once she finished cleaning me, Chloe got up and started searching the room for our clothes. I nudged Tanya and Carrie. “Come on you two. We need to leave.”

They looked up at me, eyes glassed with the pleasures they both got from each other. “Not yet, please,” begged Tanya.

“I’m not finished,” stated Carrie.

“You two can finish later. Vikkor could return at any time and the party will be over.”

They nodded, Tanya pouting, and got up. Chloe returned with her outfit and my clothes. We started getting dressed while Tanya and Carrie pulled their clothes out of a gym bag. I watched them and had to slap myself. Those humongous boobs of theirs would never fit in any normal shirt. I finished pulling on my shirt and went to them.

Tanya looked up as she tried to pull her tank top over her colossal knockers. There was no way the material would stretch far enough to accommodate her size.

I shook my head with a slight grin. “Let’s give you something you can work with.” I cupped her nipples. That’s all my hands could hold, she was that big. Her nipples expanded against my palms. She was getting aroused just from my touch. Granted it was directly to her sensitive buds. Our contact felt good to me too, but we didn’t have time to play anymore. I thought about how she had looked the night before, the size her breasts had been. I caught her memories of her bra size and some other bits of information that wasn’t from her.

Earlier in the day, I had removed from Mike those abilities he had granted himself. I even took away his knowledge of martial arts. The extra information I got from Tanya felt similar. It was like the screaming memories of Agent Davis’s, the commands that kept Carrie from untying Chloe and me, it was the program I was hearing/feeling. I understood. Somehow I was accessing those aspects of Tanya. She had been modified to follow Vikkor’s instructions, to fuck me until I shot off enough to fill the jar and the physical modification to her breasts. I took away the commands Vikkor gave her. It was like opening the program and doing the work on a computer, but simpler. Like those commands were on a black board and I used an eraser to wipe them away. When I pulled back and looked to Tanya’s breasts, she was back to her original natural size. She smiled at me. Did she know I could do that or was she just happy to have me touching her? It didn’t really matter, not at the moment.

Carrie was standing next to me. “I can’t get my shirt on either. Can you help?” The smile on her face was suggestive.

I smiled and reduced her back to what I had granted previously that day. I noticed how the code entered in the program felt different from the code I gave them. Mine was like a solid concrete and steel versus the loose dirt or sand of the program. I realized that my code wasn’t any more permanent but it would be far more resilient and less manipulative.

“Okay, do you two know how to get out of here?” The doors leading in and out of the room were hidden.

Tanya nodded and went straight to the invisible door next to us.

“We should be careful, there’s no telling who Vikkor might have left to watch over us.” Chloe suggested.

I smiled. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Though you’ve given yourself over to me completely, I still want you to have a free enough mind to think. I don’t want a robot in a human body.”

“If I couldn’t’ think for myself, how would I know that I wanted to be yours?”

“Another good point,” I said as I the trio out of the room.