A Long Way from Home
Chapter 7
Dave didn’t know how to handle himself while both Penelope and the Goddess were out of the house. He tried to think of what he would say if Penelope returned to only one slave, but he could think of nothing. He sat quietly and heard a car pull into the driveway, and closed his eyes to brace himself. Hearing fast footsteps, he knew it was the Goddess. He got up to greet her at the door as she walked in, and as soon as she saw him she smacked him hard across the face unexpectedly. “KNEEL!” she commanded, and Dave went to his knees. Without even removing her pants, she pulled his face into her warm, wet pussy from all her thoughts during the drive. She rocked back and forth on his face until she came, forming a wet spot on her pants. She threw him to the ground with force. “Did anyone call or come by?” she asked him, as he slowly picked himself off the ground. “No, nobody did.” he said meekly, not wanting to feel her wrath again. “Good. Now act normal when ‘she’ gets here, I don’t need you fucking this all up.” she said, her power filling up her head. “Fucking what up?” he asked, and Jenny turned around to greet him swiftly with another hard slap to his face. “You don’t ask me questions unless it’s ‘How may I serve you, Goddess’, do you fucking understand me?” she said, and Dave just lowered his head. He preferred Penelope’s way of controlling him, but he could not protest. “Yes, I understand.” he said. She looked at her husband-slave who was now just a shell of his former self, beholden to the commands of the Goddess and the pseudo-Goddess. She would change that in due time. “Slave, who is the Goddess?” she asked confidently, and Dave dropped. Hearing the familiar sound of her kissed feet and “You are,” Jenny was satisfied.
Jenny arrived down at the police station disguised as best as she could. She walked in and saw a bunch of new faces, no doubt replacements for the dead personnel. Her heart fell into her stomach. She knew there was no way out of this except for finding who the investigators were and pulling them into her trap. She poked around and saw a reporter, and she cornered him. “Hi there, um…so can you tell me what happened here?” she asked, and the reporter just kind of stared for a moment, trying to place her face. “Are you from the Herald?” he asked, recognizing her as familiar. “No, no. Just a concerned citizen is all. You know, it’s kind of a big deal when the people who are supposed to protect you can’t be protected.” she said, feigning concern to hopefully get some answers. “Well,” he said, “not much really to go on at this point. No blood, no evidence of a struggle, just up and dead it seems. Really weird. They think it may have to do with the reported terrori – wait a minute,” he paused, instantly putting it together, “you look a lot like the suspect in that terrorism case!” he said excitedly as she hushed him. He was about to grab someone nearby when she interrupted. “It’s not me, I swear…but it’s…she’s my sister, and uh…I can tell you all about it if you can keep it quiet for a minute.” she said, hoping to dupe him into the false information. He looked at her, sure she was the one; but there’s no way she’d be bargaining with him if she were really a hardcore terrorist. He smelled what could be a great story. He agreed to walk around the corner with the overcoat-clad woman to get a quote on the record. She escorted him to the alley and looked around to see if the coast was clear, then as he finally faced her after also looking for eavesdroppers, she opened her coat, revealing herself to be wearing nothing over her breasts, which instantly penetrated his mind with the customary dopamine assault. Penelope had to choose her words carefully to make sure there weren’t more problems. “You trust me. You won’t remember my face, but you will remember my words. You trust me and will tell me anything I want to know. You will believe anything I tell you.” she said, closing her coat and walking away. She hoped it would work. She walked back to the front of the station to wait, not wanting to risk being noticed by anyone inside again. Sure enough, the dazed reporter made his way back to finish his assignment, not really sure what had just happened. “Hey you,” she said as he walked by, “come talk to me.” He walked over to her and for some reason he knew he could trust her. “So who thinks this is a terrorist plot?” she asked, and he spilled the beans without hesitation. “Oh, everybody involved, I imagine. I mean, my station manager, the investigating officers…hell, this is probably going national by this evening.” he said with excitement in his voice. Penelope could feel the out of control spiral spinning already. There was no way she would be able to deal with this one by one; once they found out what she was capable of they would lock her in a room away from everyone for eternity. She had to think of a way to make a lot of allies, and quickly. “You’ve found the answer.” she said, and suddenly he did. “Yeah, I uh…I guess so. Not sure what it is though.” he replied. “You should set up a live broadcast with me, I can tell everyone what happened.” she said, and he immediately lit up. “You would do that for me?” he asked, and Penelope just nodded her head. “Just let me know when, and make sure it’s live.” she said, and the reporter sprinted back to the news van to set it all up. “Well, here goes nothing,” she said to herself, “Everything I never wished for finally is coming to claim me.” Within minutes, the reporter had convinced his station manager and producer that he had an exclusive interview with someone who would crack open the case, and they would be the first to air it. They decided to break into regular programming for the opportunity. He ran back to Penelope with a camera man as he found his shot. “Here, you stand…here, and the mic is up there so just speak normally, and uh…I’ll just lead you in, ok?” he told her, and the camera man switched on a bright spotlight as she braced herself. “Alright,” he began, “3, 2…Reporting live with Channel 7 news, this is Tom Brinker. As you know, the community has been gripped by the story of how eight police officers, including the Chief of Police Bill Harrison, died tragically and mysteriously just this morning. With me is a woman who has intimate knowledge of the events leading to their deaths and has agreed to speak with us exclusively about it.” He turned to Penelope and asked, “So tell us, what exactly did happen here?” The camera turned to her, the lights shining brightly on her face. “Well, um…,” she started, clamming up. The enormity of the situation at hand was draining her confidence. “I uh, well um…” she stammered, and the producer in the truck was about to cut the feed due to the prolonged and deafening silence. “I…I killed them.” she admitted, and the air around her seemed to be sucked away by the collective gasps nearby. “I was responsible,” she said, looking to the sky as if she needed guidance. She turned to the reporter and asked reassuringly, “This is live, right?” to which he quickly replied “Yes.” to show the urgency to speak. Penelope then opened her coat to display to the people around her and the viewing area the two reasons these people were dead. Holding her coat open, she surveyed the area to see the slack jawed reporter, the camera man slumping next to his tripod, and a small crowd that kept gathering around, each one of them getting caught in her sights as they were only curious to see what everyone was looking at. They each found bliss within her breasts, and once she was satisfied that no more people had gathered she spoke. “You are now my slave,” she spoke, directing her comments to any individual within earshot, “You must always do as I command. You must always obey me without question. You must always protect me from harm, no matter what.” she said, stressing that last part to secure her safety. She then pulled her coat closed while still on camera to prevent more deaths, and walked through the frozen crowd. She should have enough allies now that nobody could hurt her, and she was sure to get more once that video was shared virally across the world. She walked nervously to her car, not knowing if this was the end or just the beginning to something else.
Back at home, Jenny was biding her time and abusing her slave. She was a cruel Goddess; or rather, she just knew she didn’t have limits with Dave so she was uncaring of her actions. She was in the gym now, which is how she burned off her anger. The pseudo-Goddess let her keep her free will so long as she didn’t disobey, and that was a mistake she would never make. She would be a strong Goddess once she came to power, and that woman she hated would bear the brunt of that strength. Jenny ran faster on the treadmill, seemingly without fatigue as she grew stronger with each step. She couldn’t tell it now, but the tissue growing inside her was getting stronger too; what it would ultimately become would either kill her or make her stronger. Dave came downstairs, eager to avoid Jenny but instructed by her to bring her water. As he walked closer to her, he watched his tiny wife on the treadmill and was in awe of her fierce determination in everything she took on. Whether it was exercising, her job, or her crusade, she put in every effort to succeed. The woman just did not fail. He stood next to her, waiting for her to finish when she saw him and slowed down. She jumped off, taking the glass from him. “Run.” she said, pointing at the treadmill. He jumped on without hesitation, mainly because he couldn’t disobey her but also because he didn’t want hit again. He jogged slowly as she chugged her water, then widened her eyes at him and smiled. “Faster!” she giggled. “Faster, I said!” she yelled, laughing at his pain as he was now in a full sprint. He could no longer keep up and slipped, falling off and hitting his chin on the rail. Dazed on the floor, he saw the diminutive sneakers of the Goddess approach his face. “Pathetic.” she mumbled, and walked away to cool off. The headaches she was experiencing from lack of bliss were making her irritable and angrier rather than desperate. She was hoping that soon she would be the Goddess as prophesized and no longer need the pseudo-Goddess for anything.
Penelope arrived home and was surprised to see her slaves not waiting for her. She looked around upstairs, seeing no one, and then grabbed her new swimsuit to slip into the hot tub to relax. She was done slave-making for the night, she hoped, and just wanted some quiet time with Dave before tomorrow brought more unexpected surprises. Walking downstairs, she saw Dave cleaning up around the gym. Clearly Jenny had been working out, and she heard the shower running in the adjacent restroom. “So this is what they do when I’m not around,” she said to herself, and upon seeing Dave she noticed his chin was bleeding. “What happened to you?” she asked, and he grabbed it. “Oh this…” he laughed, “I fell on the treadmill, so stupid.” he said, brushing it off. Jenny had commanded him to report that if asked, so as to not raise any suspicion. Comparing herself to Penelope again, she wondered why she didn’t just ask them to always tell her the truth; again, another mistake that would never have happened under her command. As Jenny showered, she imagined that all the mistakes were just loopholes that Penelope wanted her to expose in order to help her find her true destiny as a slave. That had to be it. Washing her body, she ran her hands over her breasts. She held them for a moment and imagined they were more powerful than Penelope’s. They were tender to the touch, and seemed bigger. Delusion or definition, she felt different. Penelope walked in and startled Jenny as she was caught up in her private fantasy. Sliding open the shower door, Penelope watched her tiny little slave jump, and she laughed out loud at her. Jenny wasn’t embarrassed at all, just angry as she was interrupted by her powerful but inferior ruler. Penelope wasn’t into women at all but respected the hot body that Jenny had clearly taken years to develop. She was a sculpted masterpiece, slender and toned, and aside from the obvious breast comparison any man would choose Jenny over her. But there lay the key; no man could, especially since Penelope possessed the most powerful weapon a man’s – scratch that – anyone’s eyes had ever seen. She envied the little sprite for her determination and good fortune in the looks department, and thought about telling her to stop trying just to watch her body ruin itself without any exercise. But Dave now thought that she was more beautiful than anyone, especially Jenny, so the only thing that mattered was her own opinion. “Have a good workout?” she asked Jenny, who had stopped herself in the hot water as she waited for instructions. “Yes, Goddess,” she grumbled, “how may I serve you?” she asked in the most polite way possible, the pain in her head becoming unbearable. “Oh, I was just watching, that’s all.” she said, not wanting to betray a compliment to Jenny. Even with Jenny under her complete control she still remembered the humiliation that she had caused her the night of the arrest. And all of that led to where she was today, having been responsible for the deaths of eight people and having to enslave a larger population just to secure her freedom. Even though it had only happened about an hour before, she knew that the depth of her decision was now likely affecting more people across the nation and the world. She did not enjoy thinking of the enormous responsibility she had for these people now, and she hoped that her careful planning of the live broadcast had given people the ability to watch when needed but not be overcome with perpetual bliss overload. “Carry on,” she said to Jenny as she walked out, eager to spend some time with Dave. She would tell him all about what she had done since she knew he would be pleased to hear more were under her control, it seemed to be his dream.
As the night progressed, Jenny was becoming increasingly impatient. She just knew that the cells inside her were growing; it was like she could feel it. She had been left alone to herself in another part of the house where she was left to sleep, since Penelope and Dave now shared the bedroom that used to belong to her. Penelope wanted to have a quiet evening getting to know Dave better, but Dave was excited to hear about what she’d done earlier in the evening and wanted to see what was happening in the world as a result. Penelope ordered him not to, knowing that the video was likely going to be playing on the screen and she didn’t want him falling under her power, as curious as she thought it might be to witness it indirectly. Instead, she let Dave dote on her with lust in his eyes as she thought of him fucking her again. “Dave,” she asked innocently, “do you love me?” Her question was honest and without a command because she did want the truth. He thought for a moment, still blinded by lust, and answered her truthfully. “No, I don’t. Jenny is my wife, and I love her.” he said matter-of-factly, and the reality stung Penelope. Despite all of his one-night stands and the slave conditioning she had given him, he still loved the woman he married. At once she thought it was cute but misguided as she felt the wave of rejection cloud her judgment. She looked in his eyes and watched his reaction as she slowly pulled up her shirt, tugging at her bra. “Do you want to love me, though?” she asked, knowing he would do anything to see them. Teasing her hands under her hefty G cups, she watched his face turn to one of desperation. “Yes, I do. I want to love you, please, anything for you.” he said pleadingly, focused on her huge breasts that were only held back by 4 tiny clasps. “Take it off, and I will give you exactly what you want…” she whispered, excited watching this new form of mesmerization taking place. He reached behind her, unable to remove his eyes from her bust as he unclasped her bra and set Penelope’s tits free. He fell directly into a mindless state by his own hands, and that excited Penelope with power. “You love me Dave, you always have and you always will. You belong to me.” she said, as he continued to stare at her breasts, slack-jawed and in awe. “Now, put them back.” she commanded, and again he reached out to tuck them back into place on autopilot, clasping the back unevenly but still effectively locking them back up. He sat there in his blissful breast-induced fog as Penelope waited, knowing that when he came to that she would be going to bed with a man that not only was her slave, but also loved her deeply and knew she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. To her, he was becoming a masterpiece of mind control. To him, she was becoming the same in a different way.