Uncommon Scents by Czarzhan

Chapter 4

Uncommon Grounds Cafe

Bob held the door for Michelle and Liv as they entered the cafe. The shop was empty except for a couple people. The barista, Jamie, had been sitting at a center table with two women and stood to move behind the counter as the trio approached.

“Good afternoon, ladies, Bob,” Jamie greeted them warmly, but all three could tell she was focused on him.

“Hi, sweetie,” he replied. “Could we get three sandwich specials, two large black coffees and a large hot cocoa?”

“Coming right up,” she started on their order as they seated at a table. Liv picked a table off to one side.

“Check those two out,” Liv whispered as they sat, eyeing the two women Jamie had been sitting with. “Damn...”

Michelle, taking a seat opposite Bob and Liv, rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, they’re very hot,” she replied. “Guys, we need to discuss Carol Black and what we’re going to do about her.”

“Preferably before she sends me back to the doctor for another ‘health insurance’ exam,” Bob made air quotes with his fingers. “I’m starting to feel like a pincushion, with all the blood draws.”

“I still say Bob fucks her, problem solved,” Liv shrugged.

“How do you propose to swing that?” Michelle shot back. “Black is running a medium criminal operation, and that’s not a thing you get by not knowing how to fight. Even without this power she has to produce drugs and chemicals at will, she’d kick Bob’s ass.” She gave him an apologetic look. “No offense, hun.”

Bob chuckled. “None taken. I’m a lover, not a fighter. That what I have you guys for.” He peered at Liv. “But even if we could pin her down for me to ‘do the deed,’ are you sure it would work? I mean, think about it: you have told me that one of the main things you feel around me is safe. How safe would she feel,” he suddenly lowered his voice and glanced around, “with a rapist?”

Liv quirked an eyebrow. “It’s funny that the master is arguing for consent with his slaves.” When Bob gave her a genuinely hurt look, she tried to backtrack, “I-- I didn’t mean it like—”

“If you feel like you’re under any unwanted obligation, I hereby release you from it,” he cut her off. “I didn’t ask for this. And I don’t want anybody who doesn’t want to be with me.” He rose suddenly. “I gotta pee,” and he retreated toward the restrooms.

Michelle watched his receding back, then Liv’s stricken expression. After a moment, she began to rise. “I’ll talk to—”

“No,” Liv stopped her. “I got it. I need to apologize,” and followed him.

***

She stepped into the men’s room to find Bob washing his hands. “Bob?” her voice was small as she let the door close behind her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. The last thing I’d want to do is hurt you.” Her head was bowed as she slowly moved toward him. “I do want to be with you. I don’t want to be released from anything.” Her gaze rose to meet his. “Please don’t send me away,” her voice quavered as that possibility suddenly seemed very real for her.

Bob started to glower at her as he dried his hands, then relented, rolling his eyes. “C’mere.”

She rushed to his arms and began sobbing. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want this-”

“Whoa,” he interrupted. “I never said I didn’t want it. I said I didn’t ask for it. The reason what you said stung was because I feel guilty over how much I do want it. I have this harem of women at my beck and call, all eager to do anything I ask. Anything, whether or not it’s something you would want to do before I asked.

“And I feel like you all are going to wake up one day and realize all the things I told you to do that you didn’t want to.” He gave her a worried look. “It seems like lynching would be a best-case scenario.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, for a couple reasons. For one, you are an excellent owner. Or master? Dominant?” She shook her head. “The point is, you show consideration for all your girls. You don’t really ever give orders that override our preferences.

“Another reason is, any time you give an order, following that order, no matter what it is, feels as natural as breathing and as inevitable as a heartbeat. Resisting doing it would be… would feel... unnatural.”

Bob stared at her, puzzled. “I hadn’t realized how… ingrained it was.”

Liv nodded. “Oh, yeah. Ever since that first night you claimed Michelle and me. Actually, right when…” She got a far away look, as if calculating something. Then she met his eyes. “Wanna try an experiment? I got an idea.”

“Uh, sure.”

She grinned and pushed him toward the larger of the restroom’s two stalls, the one made to be wheelchair accessible. After closing the door, she dropped to her knees and began undoing his pants. “I need to blow you for this,” she smirked as she brought out his dick.

Bob smirked in return as her mouth engulfed him. “So, not really an experiment, huh?”

“Oh, no, it is,” Bob heard Liv’s voice off to the side, and was surprised to see her doppelganger standing there. Noting his surprise, the other Liv continued, “Oh, that’s right. You haven’t seen my Mirage power before. Ta-da!” She spread her arms wide to present herself. “I can create illusions of myself, or other people really. I can see, hear and speak through them, but they don’t have any substance, so I can’t grab things, although I can get a sense of what something would feel like if I were there to touch it.” She watched her real body fellating Bob. “Great for talking with my mouth full…”

“So, what’s the experiment?” He caressed her hair as she continued her ministrations.

“First, quick question: Do you think the barista is cute?”

He glanced down to see Liv gazing back up at him, waggling her eyebrows...

* * *

Jamie was just setting down a new box of to-go cups behind the counter when she heard one of the women who came in with Bob, the blonde, called her from the corridor leading to the restrooms. “Excuse me, ma’am,” she called, “could you help me? There’s a situation I think you need to address.”

Jamie approached her. “Is something wrong?”

The woman stepped to the side to let her pass. In a lowered voice, she replied, “It’s Bob, in the men’s room. It-- it’ll be easier to explain once you see.” She then gestured toward the door in question, to indicate she would follow her.

Jamie knocked twice then opened the door a crack. “It’s Jamie,” she called. “Can I come in?” On hearing what sounded like an affirmative grunt, she stepped in. She was surprised to see the woman who summoned her somehow already inside the room. She was even more surprised when that woman grabbed her face and delivered a searing kiss.

Liv deepened the kiss, her tongue gently tasting the barista’s lips, which parted as she melted into it. After several seconds, Liv’s fervor began to ease, but nearly a minute passed before she reluctantly pulled away. “Sorry,” she whispered as she slid her hands to Jamie’s arms, “I just needed you to taste that.”

Jamie touched her lips and gave a quizzical look. “Taste what? What was that?” Whatever it was, she suddenly realized, it was  really good.

Liv held her gaze but ignored the question, asking instead, “How do you feel?”

“I feel fine. Did you slip me something?”

Liv stepped back. “Okay, come out now,” she called, and Bob emerged from the stall.

Jamie watched him, confused, as he raised a hand and instructed, “Just stand there for now, and don’t speak unless I ask you something.”

After several seconds, Jamie finally asked, “What’s going on?”

Liv blinked. “I don’t think it worked.”

“Quick way to find out,” Bob muttered, deciding to just jump in with both feet. “Could you get naked for me real quick?”

The barista gave a surprised yelp of laughter. “Wha--? Um, no,” she replied. “What the hell, guys?”

Liv grimaced. “You don’t feel any need to take off your clothes for us?”

Jamie looked at her for a long moment. “You want me to take off my clothes?”

“Yeah,” Liv nodded.

“...Okay,” she removed her apron and proceeded to take the rest off as well.

Afterward, Liv had her go through a variety of poses, ending with her “standing straight and proud, shoulders back, tits out.” She grinned at Bob. “Look at this rack! Big and round, barely any sag.” She smiled at the barista. “You got amazing boobs, Jamie.”

For her part, Jamie was neither offended nor dismayed by the frank evaluation. “You should meet my birth mother. Her boobs are bigger than her head.”

“‘Birth’ mother?”

“I was adopted,” she clarified in a matter-of-fact tone. “Actually, she’s out in the dining room right now. I was sitting with her when you came in”

“THAT’S your mom?!” Liv exclaimed. Jamie drew back a little at her enthusiasm. “Wait, the tall one or the short one?”

“Short,” Jamie chuckled

“She’s been gushing over her since we came in,” Bob explained.

“Well, more over her girlfriend than her, but she was definitely hot, too!”

“That’s not her girlfriend,” Jamie replied. “That’s my sister Lacie.”

“Sister?” Liv asked. “But I thought…” She shook her head. “Never mind. My nose must be playing tricks on me.”

“Hey, Liv, could you step over here for a sec?” Bob beckoned.

She realized he wanted to talk privately. “Uh, sure!” She then gave Jamie a wink. “Don’t go away.”

Bob waited for Liv to lean in close, then whispered, “She seems to be responding to you rather than me.”

Liv nodded. “Yeah, but why? It was still your seed. And I’m a little surprised she didn’t undress when you asked. I mean, I did, and that was before the first time I blew you.”

“Actually, that tracks. You’ve said the Bob Effect pheromones have to build up over time. At home, at the gym, at the office: those are all places I spend a lot of time, or sweat a lot, or both. I may have been coming to this cafe for the last year, but only a couple times a week, and rarely longer than half an hour at a time.”

“So, she only had limited exposure. Not enough to be completely smitten, but enough to laugh off being told to get naked without throwing us out of the shop. Still, that load of cum I delivered was saturated with Bob Effect. I could taste it.”

“But she was focused on you when she got it.” He chuckled, “Especially at the end there.”

“Yeah, she—” Liv stopped. “Arousal. That’s it. That’s the missing piece. The stronger the arousal, the harder the Bob Effect hooks in. She was only turned on a little, so she’s not hopelessly devoted to me.”

Jamie had finally tired of waiting. She wanted answers. She also figured if she wanted the full story, it would probably be best to get it from all three members of their group. With a thought, she activated her own super power, and the world slowed to a crawl, then virtually stopped. She carried out a few tasks, then returned to normal speed.

Seconds later, Michelle burst through the door. “What’s going on?”

Before Bob or Liv could respond Jamie, who was suddenly dressed, declared, “That is an excellent question: What, exactly, is going on?”

The trio suddenly felt they should fill Jamie in on everything. Bob’s power, how it has affected people at their gym and at home, Carol Black’s involvement and her suspected plans for Bob. They also filled her in on Liv’s abilities and her identity as the Midnight Mirage, as well as Michelle being the Stalwart Fury. And finally the experiment to see if she would fall completely under Bob’s spell if his seed were delivered to her indirectly via Liv’s kiss.

Jamie had compelled this information dump by using an aspect of her speed to place suggestions or commands that bypass the judgment centers of the brain. The subject often thinks the suggestion is their idea at first and will continue to do so after the effect wears off unless it conflicts with their personality. It was also how she had caused Michelle feel like she had to join them in the men’s room.

“I wanted to try the indirect delivery,” Liv explained, “because we’re pretty sure Carol knows that direct sexual contact will cement Bob’s control, and she has managed to resist the siren call of his cock. So far.

“I suggested forcing the issue, but Bob pointed out, since his power affects brain chemistry to cause the subject to imprint on him, having a traumatic event, like sexual assault, occur as part of the imprint could lead to unpredictable results.”

Jamie nodded. “So you think all the medical exams and blood draws are for the purpose of isolating the Bob Effect’s chemistry?”

“She had Liv go in to the same place, that lab in the northeast corner of town, and they pulled some spinal fluid,” Bob said.

“Wait, northeast?” Michelle inquired. “Misty Laboratories?”

“Yeah. You know it?”

“Uh-huh, I own it. Well, it’s owned by Preslig Medical, which is owned by Preslig Conglomerated, of which I am the majority stockholder.”

“You mean your dad is,” Liv interjected.

“No, actually, I mean me. When I turned sixteen, Dad had just completed a massive stock buyback and put it all in my name for tax purposes, with himself as the voting proxy. He runs the company, but really I’m the majority stockholder with fifty-three percent.”

Liv asked, “Do you think you can get us in so we can see where they are with the research?”

“Yeah. We’ll go tonight,” Michelle said.

“By we…?” Bob asked.

“I mean me and Liv, of course,” Michelle replied. “No offense, sweetie, but even if I thought you had experience in this kind of thing--”

“Which I don’t,” he admitted.

“--it’s too much of a risk. Same reason I wouldn’t ask Jamie,” she gestured to the barista with a smile, “even if she were so inclined.”

Jamie smirked. “Well, I wish you luck, and if you need me just call. Right now, however, there are way too many girls in this men’s room, and I would like to get back to my family. Shall we?”

* * *

Preslig Foundation Headquarters

Michelle rode the elevator in the Preslig Foundation building to the top floor. She hadn’t seen her father, Antonin Preslig, in a few weeks. It was typical and not something she blamed on him. He was a busy man, running Preslig Conglomerated and the Preslig Foundation. She, on the other hand, had her own priorities, both during the day as Michelle Preslig, socialite and head of the Foundation’s public relations, her relationship with Bob, and at night patrolling as the Stalwart Fury, which kept her on her toes.

Take last night, for example. She and Liv entered Misty Labs in their civilian IDs to find out what Ms. Black had been using all the test samples she had taken from Bob in the last few weeks. Her credentials, and the fact she was the daughter of the parent company’s CEO, easily got them in and kept security off their backs while they went through Black’s files. The records also confirmed Liv’s supposition that arousal was the catalyst to cementing control over a subject. They found test results showing Black was tracking the progression of the Bob Effect among the various employees of Deep Flight, as well as a formula that could, while not countering the changes made to the brain chemistry that had already occurred, inoculate a subject by suppressing their arousal levels such that repeated exposure would not cause further changes, stopping progression of the Effect. There was also a bottle with an aerosol sprayer containing a combination of Bob Effect hormone and a powerful and fast-acting aphrodisiac. According to the documentation, it was theorized that a dose from one of the vials could instantly enslave someone, even overcoming the arousal suppressant, the victim being imprinted on whoever they were focused on when sprayed.

Liv also searched for some reference to the alien medical scanner Black had had her steal, but found nothing. Apparently, that had nothing to do with Misty Laboratories or Bob.

After Misty Labs, she went on patrol and saw what she thought was a mugging in the warehouse district, but turned out to be one of a group of goons chasing down a witness to the warehouse robbery they were in the middle of. Dropping into the alley between buildings, she dispatched the attacker then checked on the victim.

He identified himself as the manager for one of the buildings they were between. He was working late and noticed the building next door looked like it was being robbed. He tried to call the police, but the phones were out, so he attempted to escape down the alley to find a phone that worked and was spotted by the goon.

She told him to go find a phone and call the cops while she detained the rest. She cuffed the attacker, then climbed to the roof of the structure in question to get a better look.

From her vantage, she called down to the remaining four loading the cargo van, “I didn’t know the local mail service did midnight pick-ups.”

Their reactions were predictable: the two at the front of the van scrambled to get in, while the two at the rear drew their guns to draw a bead on her. Fury had pulled projectile throwers of her own, wide-barreled pistols that released their payload with a “Phut! Phut!” Two balls of ribbon unraveled as they flew to the two at the rear, engulfing and contracting to bind them.

Fury watched the van fishtail then straighten as it bolted right for the gate in the lot’s chain-link fence. She deactivated her binders, leaving them to fold away and compact into their wrist compartments, and produced a grapple caster from another. She spotted a ventilation stack and shot the caster.

She jumped from the roof after it caught, frantically pulling hand-over-hand even as she fell, desperately shortening the arc of her swing. She pulled her feet up as she approached the bottom of the swing, butt nearly scraping the ground before riding it back into the air. Her release on the upswing carried her to the gate before her quarry got there.

As the van approached, she heard the engine roar as the driver floored it. She braced herself, getting ready to leap on the vehicle’s roof if she needed to, when suddenly it ground to a halt. This was obviously not the driver’s intention, as the engine was still roaring and now the back tires were squealing.

Stalwart Fury was just as confused as the van’s occupants, until a head poked up from behind it. “I was just passing by and it looked like you could use a hand,” a female voice called.

At this point, the two in the van abandoned it and began running in opposite directions. The stranger called, “I’ll get the driver!” Fury quickly chased down the other one. As the heroines returned to the van with their captives, Fury thought the driver was very short. Then as they got closer, she realized the other heroine was just really tall. Her long dark hair practically blended into her uniform, which was black at the top and faded to white at her shoes. “Thanks for the assist,” she said.

“My pleasure,” she replied. “I’m Apogee.”

Michelle remembered now. “Ah, the newest member of the HeroGuild. I saw you on the news. I’m Stalwart Fury.”

Both heard sirens in the distance, getting closer. “Listen,” Apogee said, “I don’t want you to think I’m hijacking your bust, but do you want me to take care of the police? I’ve heard they’re not very friendly to non-Guild supers.”

Michelle considered for a second, then nodded. “That’d probably be for the best. I’m kind of hit-or-miss on local law enforcement. Some love me and some hate me.”

Apogee grinned. “Hey, send me a note through the Guild. We can figure out a contact and maybe have coffee. I’d love to trade war stories.”

Michelle was just finishing the rest of her patrol when she realized Apogee was flirting with her.

The elevator doors opened, and as she approached the executive suite, she was surprised to see the receptionist’s desk unoccupied. That was odd. Her father’s chief assistant, Delilah Price, normally manned the station when he was in the office. And she knew he was in: she had secretly installed tracking software on his phone, on the off chance that he might be kidnapped and the Stalwart Fury had to swoop in to save him. She was sure Delilah had done something similar, albeit for different reasons.

Michelle had known Delilah for as long as she could remember. As her nanny, she practically raised Michelle from the time she could walk. Michelle’s mother had died in an automobile accident shortly after her little brother Thomas was born, and her father’s devoted aide stepped up to fill the void. She kept the kids fed, clothed, made sure they felt they were a family and not a broken home. When her brother’s deafness was discovered, she made sure sign language was used in parallel to the spoken word in their home.

Michelle had even confided in Delilah when her powers manifested, and it was Delilah who taught her how to fight and encouraged her to “take up the mask.” Delilah agreed Antonin did not need to know she was the Stalwart Fury, one of the rare times she kept anything from the old man.

Michelle stepped up to the partly-open office door and was about to knock when she heard Delilah’s voice on the other side.

“—tests have been successful. The scanner we acquired has accelerated the research, eliminating many of the hurdles that were impeding their progress.”

“Good,” she heard her father say. “So, we have a working prototype?” His voice sounded strained.

“Of the full-scale model, yes. There are still issues integrating the Preslig miniaturization tech, which will be the only way this will become the portable version you envisioned,” Delilah replied. Michelle understood the reference: Stalwart Fury’s rather extensive equipment pack used a lot of Preslig Concentrated Components’ shrinking technology, allowing her to carry far more than one person should be able to. Delilah continued, “But you should come down soon.”

Michelle stepped through the door while saying, “Knock, knock.”

“Shelly-belle,” her father grinned. “There’s my girl! I was just about to call you.”

“Yeah, I’m a mind reader,” she joked. “I wanted to come by and—” she stopped herself as she really got a look at her father. He had obviously lost weight, his skin looked like it was hanging off his bones. He very pale and appeared to have aged a decade since she last saw him. “Oh my god, Daddy, what happened to you?”

“That’s why I wanted to call you,” he replied. “Remember last month, when I went to oversee breaking ground on the Hong Kong facility?”

“Yeah, and you had to come back because Chinese government shut us down before we could get started,” his daughter answered.

“That’s the cover story. In actuality, they shut us down right after we started, because the equipment hit something immediately. Something the surveys didn’t detect. The first excavator struck something that released a yellow cloud of… something. Dust, or gas maybe? Everyone who was directly exposed died immediately. I was…” he glanced at Delilah, “removed from the scene very quickly, and it looked like I escaped the effect. But apparently I caught a tiny amount of whatever it was. The government immediately covered it up. They quarantined everyone. I’d still be over there if I hadn’t used… less-then-aboveboard means to get out.”

“We kept your father isolated until our people determined the cause wasn’t biological or viral in nature,” Delilah continued. “It appears to be a chemical agent, but we haven’t been able to isolate it. We have an experimental treatment we have been working on. Some of the early tests have slowed and at one point even partially reversed the condition.”

“That’s why I wanted to see you,” Antonin rose and moved around the desk to Michelle. “While I’m dealing with this, I need you to take over.”

“Take over what?”

“All of it. Preslig Conglomerated, the Foundation. The board likes you, and I think they trust you. You already own a controlling interest. I need you to take the reins.”

* * *

Deep Flight Parcel

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Black?”

“Ah, Bob! Come in, come in,” Carol stood and gestured to a chair by her desk. “I wanted to talk to you about your work, and your future here.”

He sat with a worried expression. “Did I do something wrong?”

Saying nothing, she moved to the coffeemaker she kept on a side table. “Coffee?” she asked as she poured two cups. “You take two cream, no sugar, right?” she asked, half-turning to him.

“That’s right,” he nodded, slightly surprised she knew that. If any other girl in the office had done so, it wouldn’t have fazed him. But after what Liv and Michelle told him they had found at Misty Labs a few days ago, he was pretty certain she had some resistance, if not outright immunity, to his influence.

She handed him his cup and sat next to him in the other chair in front of the desk. “And, no, you have done nothing wrong. I was just wondering how you have been settling in. Making friends among the staff?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her mug.

Bob had the slightest flash of a deer-in-the-headlights expression before recovering to a more neutral expression. “Yes. Um, everyone has been quite… friendly.” He quickly made to take a drink from his own cup, but thought better of it.

Her grin widened. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re settling in, because your work has been exemplary. I have been thinking about giving you a promotion, expanding your books to encompass my other business interests. With a corresponding increase in pay, of course.”

Bob suddenly looked flushed. He wasn’t expecting this, she thought smugly, or to react so strongly to the offer. It looks like the dose he got as he came in is starting to take effect. “Does that sound like something you want?”

“Y-yeah,” he replied. His breathing was starting to become heavy.

“Good,” Carol said, pretending not to notice how he was being affected. She rose and moved back behind the desk, without sitting. “Of course, my other businesses are of a much more… sensitive nature. I’ll need your absolute discretion. And loyalty. You understand, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” Beads of sweat had begun to show on Bob’s forehead. “Is it hot in here?”

“No, actually. You’re just experiencing the drug you inhaled when you walked in,” she explained as she tapped a control on her desk.

“What?!” he was as surprised by her statement as he was by the straps that suddenly bound his wrists and ankles to the chair.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said as she pulled on black gloves, “it will wear off soon enough.” She then pulled off her shirt and doffed her pants, revealing a shiny black bodysuit adorned in decorative chains. She moved back to him and climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs. “It’s designed to burn out of your system as soon as you come.” She could see his erection straining in his pants, and grinned.

Running her fingers through his hair, she pulled his face to her bosom. “Just let the Toxinatrix take care of you.” Even covered the material was like a second skin, allowing touch without actual contact. That was important, she had to stay isolated from any fluids his body might produce. She wanted to enslave him, not the other way around. She ground against him, pushing him to the edge, even as the arousal inhibitor she’d taken allowed her to keep her wits about her.

For Bob’s part, he was in a hell of frustration and near-mindless rut. He realized what Carol intended only after he was caught in the bindings. He strained against the chair, determined to get free and take this teasing bitch like she deserved! He knew it this would likely make him her willing slave, but right now he didn’t care.

She watched him getting closer and closer, watching his shift in chemistry. Her power allowed her actually see and analyze the hormonal cascade rampaging through his system. Although too complex for her power to replicate, she could still watch it unfold. One hand reached down and rubbed the covered erection.

“Let it out, Bob,” she whispered in his ear. “Cream in your pants for your Mistress, and I promise I’ll let you do anything I say…”

Bob felt it. Felt the need. To cum. To obey. There was safety in obedience. More importantly, right at that moment, there was RELEASE! “YES, MISTRESS!!” he cried out, making a complete mess in his slacks. The straps binding his wrists broke, allowing him to wrap his arms around her and hump with wild abandon, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Carol watched him, feeling his breath on her face as she bounced along with him, and saw the chemistry change. There had always been a missing element in the lab work, some aspect of the Bob Effect that alluded her. The strongest, most enthralling piece of it. She knew it was tied to his orgasms, and so assumed it was present in his semen. But now, watching the biochemical change in real time, she saw it. The central most enslaving aspect of his power was not in his spunk. It was in his breath. It still was only produced when he came, but it was carried not in his sperm, but in his exhale.

And she just got a face full of it.

She looked at him as lay back, limp in the chair, passed out. All her planning, all her precautions. To avoid contact with his blood, his sweat, his semen, when what she should have brought to this party was a gas mask. She smiled fondly as she climbed off him. He’s amazing.

She pulled a glove off to stroke his cheek, then checked his pulse. He seemed to be okay. Using her power, she saw his biochemistry had returned to normal, he was just exhausted. As promised, the aphrodisiac had broken down to harmless components after his climax.

She retrieved a bottle of water from the mini-fridge under the coffeemaker, and touched it to his forehead, then slowly down the side of his face. After a couple seconds, he stirred.

“How do you feel?” she asked gently.

He sat up more, and rubbed his face. Then he looked her in the eye warily. “Like I need to change my pants.”

She nodded as she opened the water and handed it to him. “It appears,” she began, “that I made a grave miscalculation… Sir.”

* * *

Preslig Estate

One week later…

Bob reclined on a couch in their new home. Willow, Tessa, T.C., and the other girls were all gathered round. Stradling Bob was Michelle, wearing only knee-high boots and a domino mask, working her hips to move up and down his shaft. Per his instructions, she kept her arms above her head, and her mask couldn't hide the blush that had spread from her hairline all the way down to her very turgid nipples.

Michelle had spent the last week securing her seat as the head of the board of directors for the Preslig Foundation. Since her father and Delilah had retired to the family’s private island, and Liv and Willow campaigned for Michelle to move Bob and his entire harem into the large mansion on the Preslig estate. They had spent the last couple days getting everyone moved in and assigned to rooms. Now, she was taking the day off, finding relaxation in submitting to this mild humiliation Bob had come up with.

Willow stepped up and grabbed the masked woman's wrists with one hand. “This is really the Stalwart Fury?”

Michelle grinned at the larger woman. “Asks the girl whom I first met while she was being Master’s footstool for a movie night.”

Willow looked surprised for a moment, then grinned as she leaned in and gave Michelle a searing kiss. As she began to pull away, Bob grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss of his own.

After releasing Willow, Bob called out, “Cookie!”

Wearing a skimpy fetish maid outfit, which included a collar and leash, Carol (or ‘Cookie’) scurried to Bob’s side from her corner, head bowed. “Yes, Master?” her voice was meek.

“I’m about to finish. You have clean-up duty.”

“Yes, Master!”

Although Bob was affected by the aphrodisiac, the other component he had been dosed with, which was supposed to cause the enthrallment, was native to his body anyway, and he only felt its influence until he orgasmed. He hadn’t imprinted on Carol at all. She, however, had definitely imprinted on him. Whether it was the popper, the boost in hormone levels, or both, she found her devotion to him to be all-encompassing. While she remembered her life and goals before that meeting, she no longer felt connected to them. Her life was now devoted to being whatever Bob wished her to be.

Liv entered carrying a bucket of popcorn and a drink and claimed a nearby sofa. Admiring the view of Bob and Michelle surrounded by a gaggle of lingerie-clad ladies, she stated, “By the way, once Cookie is done using her tongue over there, I spilled some soda in the kitchen she needs to lick up.” When Bob gave her a knowing look, she added, “It really was an accident this time, I swear.” Liv still held a grudge against Carol for the way she’d used her, and had been quite inventive coming up with various degrading chores for her. Carol, understanding her place at the bottom of the pecking order, worked diligently to satisfy her Master and Mistresses.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” she asked.

“I vote movie night with Bob under a human blanket,” Cathy piped up. There were murmurs of agreement from the other girls. So he acquiesced and told them to choose a flick.

Life, Bob had to admit, was good.