Senya stared across at the two blonde women, who had joined one another on the couch closest to the kitchen area. They smiled at him, pursing their lips and blowing him kisses.

They were Thriae. Thriae were, as Senya understood it, wasp-themed fey women that produced a dangerous substance simply called "honey" (he'd often wondered why they weren't more bee-themed, since wasps didn't make honey, but he'd never had the guts to ask anyone). Thriae were regarded as extremely clever, and extremely dangerous, by humans and other fey alike—particularly for their ability to brainwash someone simply by standing still and releasing a faint buzzing sound from their delicate gossamer wings.

Bobbin had left him alone with two of them.

Lata and Lala watched him with fond smiles. Lata squirmed slightly, pushing her enormous breasts up so they were supported by the back of the couch. She waggled her eyebrows at him, golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

Behind him, the tea kettle started to whistle. Senya snapped to attention, realizing he was getting lost in thought. He turned back to the kettle and quickly started arranging the three mugs. "S-so," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, "I was kinda surprised to hear we had three three..." He coughed. He heard them suppressing snickers at the stammer. "Thriae... th-three Thriae on the Ranch."

"Really?" Lala sounded surprised. "We've been here for super long, right, Lata?"

"Uh, yeah-huh, Lala!" He could practically hear Lata's rapid nodding. "Like, maybe a century!"

"Oh my gosh, has it been that long?"

"Um, I dunno." Lata giggled. "But I bet it was, like, close to that?"

Lala sounded equal parts amused and aroused. "Oh my gosh, Lata, you're such a bimbo."

"Uh, like, you're the one humping that cushion!"

Senya yelped as his grip slipped on the kettle, causing him to spill a bit of hot water on his wrist. He quickly set the kettle down and clutched his hand, swearing under his breath.

Immediately, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Master, oh my gosh, are you okay?" exclaimed Lala.

Lata appeared on his other side, bee-stung amber lips open in mute horror. She took his hand tenderly and held it, looking back at him. She felt the uninjured fingers, softly caressing them. "Poor Master!"

Senya looked between them, suddenly feeling like a cornered rat.

"You should let us handle the tea," Lala purred, tugging him back by the shoulder. "You're our guest, silly Master!"

"He is being awful silly!" Lata agreed, smiling beguilingly at him.

Senya felt himself being pulled away from the counter. He was too surprised and confused to do more than stammer, and they seemed to take this as his consent. Fuck, it practically was. They were so close... so hot...

"Poor boy." Lata pouted, raising his hurt hand to her lips and looking up at him with puppydog eyes. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"Um..." Senya's head was spinning. His heart was pounding. His shoulder was tingling just slightly where Lala touched him. "Be kind. Rewind."

Lata blinked.

Lala blinked.

Their expressions went blank, and they each released him and started walking backwards. Their eyes were dull and vacant as they climbed backwards back onto the couch.

Senya took the time to put his hand in the cool water in the basin and finish pouring the tea.

"...such a bimbo," Lala said.

"Uh, like, you're the one humping that cushion!" Lata giggled, and Senya turned to see her leaning against Lala, kissing her softly.

"Tea's ready," he said, trying to keep his injured hand from trembling.

They both beamed at him. "Master's so thoughtful!" Lata whispered.

"Making tea for his honey babes!" Lala moaned. Oh, gods. She really was still humping the cushion,.

Senya made his way back to the other couch—the one on the far side of the coffee table from theirs. Then, after a moment, he changed his mind and went for the armchair. It was closer to Lala and Lata, and it looked uncomfortably like where they would want him to sit—close to the fireplace, warm and soft—but it also avoided him having them sitting straight across from them. That seemed like a bad idea; it'd be too easy to get lost in their pretty, amber eyes.

As he walked, his mind was racing. The trigger had worked. It was one of several triggers Bobbin had given him, but it had worked just how Bobbin had said it would—compelling them to go back exactly fifteen seconds and resume whatever they'd been doing back then. They hadn't even noticed the time shift.

He took in a deep breath as he sat into the chair and immediately regretted both actions. The air smelled strongly of Lala's self-pleasuring, sweet and a little spicy. And as for the chair... well, he might as well have sat into a folded-up comforter, because he instantly sank deep, deep into the chair's warm embrace. This was a chair to fall asleep in. This was a chair for two.

Or maybe three.

He cleared his throat and leaned forward (with some difficulty), setting their two mugs in the table in front of them. "Here you go."

They beamed at him. They did not touch the mugs, but they did watch him as he raised his own tea to his lips.

Senya hesitated. Behind the mug, he bit his lip. They looked very keen on him drinking. But he'd kept an eye on the mugs the whole time! Even when they'd come up to him, they'd never been close enough. Had they?

He moved to drink from the mug, but something else stopped him. Who was to say that the water was good? He'd boiled it, but maybe that wouldn't do anything if they'd tampered with it. Or the tea leaves, for that matter. Surely Bobbin would have just told him not to have tea, if it really was so dangerous, but...

Senya decided to hold off, at least for now. He wasn't even that thirsty yet. He set the mug down on the table and leaned forward. "So... how did you end up away from your hive? I mean, I thought hives fought pretty hard to keep humans from messing with them."

Lata bit her lip. Lala looked at the floor.

"We were naughty," Lala whispered conspiratorially. "Like, mega naughty." She wrapped her arms around a suspiciously glistening cushion, as if remembering another past embrace. "Oh my gosh, Lata, remember?"

"So much trouble," Lata said. "They were, like, oh my gosh. So they had us go here."

"We were transfers," Lala said, gazing up at the ceiling in fond memory. "The Master loved us."

"And did you love him?" Senya asked unthinkingly.

They giggled.

"I was soooo silly at first," Lata admitted to him. "Like, I didn't even realize how much I loved his cock at first! I was a really silly bimbo."

"Lata, can I admit something?" Lala said quietly. "I was super silly too! One time I tried to scrape his eyes out with a fork."

Senya's heart went cold as they erupted in giggles.

"We were such silly sluts!" Lata squeaked. "But we fell in love with him eventually. Everyone always did!"

"Him and his big cock..." Lala said, gazing dreamily at Senya. "He wasn't as big as you, though. Not his son or grandson or great-grandson, either. None of them were so big!"

"Oh my gosh, no." Lata giggled. "You're, like, super big! Can I suck it?"

The request was stated so casually, it took Senya a moment for his face to heat up as he stared at her happy, guileless visage. "Th-that's okay," he managed, clasping his hands together. "Um... B-Bobbin will be b-back soon."

"W-will sh-she b-b-b-b-be b-b-bringing S-Sylvia?" Lala asked, mocking his stutter.

Lata simpered. "Lala, don't be mean!" Her hands flew to her breasts, and she cupped and lifted them for Senya to look at, giving a big, vapid grin. "He's just stammering," she cooed, "cause he's looking at my nice buh-buh-buh-buh-boooooobies."

This set off another chorus of high-pitched giggling. Senya realized he was staring now and quickly looked at the floor. As he did so, he thought he saw Lala leaning forward, but when he looked back up he realized she was just quietly masturbating again, a big, angelic smile on her face. Gods, she was horny. He could see her cunt drooling honey.

It smelled nice.

He coughed. "S-so, um..."

Lata smirked. "Okay, like, why're you still talking when I could be sucking your cock right now?"

Senya swallowed. It was getting very hot in this deep chair. He carefully studied his own hands. "I, um, I was wondering..."

"Lata, you silly bimbo." Lala giggled. "He... ooh..." She rocked her hips slightly against her own fingers. "... He can talk while we s-suck his cock!"

Lata stuck her tongue out. "Well, not while we suck it. Only one of us gets to suck it at a time, dummy!"

"Oh, right." Lala pouted. "That's, like, so unfair."

"I know!" Lata turned to look at Senya, as did Lala. They both batted their eyelashes. "Master, don't you think that's super mega unfair?"

"Um..." Senya was sweating like a selkie in the jungle. His eyes were caught up in Lata's gorgeous fluttering golden orbs. It was like drowning in a honeycomb. "I, um... I, um..."

He knew they couldn't hypnotize him. Bobbin had promised. So what did it mean that he couldn't look away? Was he just that horny right now? Some part of him was convinced that she was hypnotizing him. Was he... hypnotizing himself?

"Master," Lata cooed, "you seem super confused. Would it help if I, like, helped you focus?" She reached a hand forward towards his groin. He trembled, but didn't move as she gently caressed his hard cock with two fingers, staring at him fondly. "Good boy," she husked, and Senya felt a shudder pass through him as he realized she was taking control, she was dropping the ditzy mask, he was about to give in...

"Pussycat, go see the queen," he whispered. He barely managed to get the words out.

Lata blinked. She pulled her hand back, leaned back in the chair, and calmly started frigging herself.

All the while, she kept staring at him. She seemed slightly confused as to why she was doing it, but not enough to stop, and any confusion in her eyes quickly gave way to brainless bliss as she neared orgasm. Lala was already at that point.

So these triggers definitely worked. Senya would have to remember them. Some of them had featured cautionary notes—it was easy for a lot of the 'livestock' to hypnotize with their own masturbation, apparently, and the rewind trick, if abused too readily, could apparently lead him to something called 'repetition brainwashing'. But these triggers would no doubt prove vital to surviving. Or... to staying free, at any rate.

As Lata started to scream loudly, Senya noticed Lala leaning forward, hand outstretched towards the tea. Her fingers were still sticky with honeyed juices—actually, they had been since he'd sat down, and she was positively dripping now.

He quickly leaned forward and took his mug, first making sure it was his, just in case. Lala gave him a sulky look. Feeling a bit better, he took a little sip as he watched Lata recover, panting, sweating almost as badly as he'd been sweating a few seconds ago.

"Feel better?" he asked, keeping his face carefully blank.

"Oh..." Lata took in a deep, shuddering breath. "Like, so good, Master. But I'd feel better with..."

"So how do the amulets work?"

Lata blinked. She exchanged a look with Lala.

"You sure you don't want sweetener with your tea?" Lala asked.

Senya considered it. "You can't poison the leaves, right?"

"Oh, we totally could, Master. But you boiled the water with them, and boiling isn't good for mead. It burns off the alcohol and..." Lata giggled. "Other stuff."

Senya took a cautious second sip. It didn't taste abnormally sweet, as far as he could tell. He hoped he could trust his senses, but he wasn't so sure. Then again, he'd been watching them like a hawk. Surely they hadn't managed to try anything. "Other stuff?"

"We've always been, like, kinda good at making fun toys," Lala said proudly, ignoring his question. "We made most of Bobbi's collection! Plus, the kitty's toys!"

"Oh my gosh," Lata exclaimed, "the kitty is so cute when she's using those toys! Have you seen that look in her eyes when the bell dings?"

They both started giggling. Senya shifted slightly, remembering Valina's lips moving up and down on his cock. He hadn't felt her touch since then. She had been on his mind.

"Anyways," Lala said, "It's, like, kinda like alchemy?" She put a finger to her pouting lips, clearly thinking hard. "We, like, take some of you and mix it with the wards on this place. Your etheric energies, like, interact with the silver fey-bewares around the Ranch, and the amulet totally channels all of that into a high-tolerance mental screen that deflects any attempted external mental influence—oh, um, save that inflicted by certain alchemical effects, such as lobotomancy potions, Valina's collar, and certain very powerful succubi's kisses, which each have ways of artificially synthesizing internal control. Synthesized internal control causes the amulet to register their control as your deliberate choices, and therefore not protect you. Those kinds of effects are quite rare, however."

Senya blinked. Lala gave him a wide, vapid grin.

"It doesn't cover toxins, of course," Lata added, "but most toxins are actually still aided by mind control—just really weak—so the amulet will still help against most of those. You can make a horse drink, but you can't lead it to water, y'know?"

Her voice, too, had turned professional. She might as well have been Senya explaining carpentry to an apprentice. Senya was having trouble following it all.

"And brainwashing won't stick," Lala said. "Well, I mean, it will work on you, but it won't take effect as long as you wear the amulet. So it's pretty imperfect, but it's a good failsafe. Just never, ever take it off if you've been brainwashed, 'cause it'll all come back really quick if you do."

"Or do take it off." Lata giggled, stroking her lips with one finger as though testing their fullness. "It's more fun that way, am I right?"

"Uh... right." Senya didn't exactly want to admit that most of this had gone over his head. He fanned himself, taking another drink. At least they weren't trying to seduce him right now. He wasn't sure he'd hold up if they tried again—his cock was rock-hard, and showing no signs of calming down around these two gorgeous women. Hopefully, Bobbin would be back soon. "So is Sylvia an alchemist, too?"

"Uh-huh! And she's super good at it." Lala smirked. "But she's the biggest bimbo of us all. Little slut. She can't stop chasing other livestock. We basically have to give her toys just to get her to sit still."

"Toys?" Senya asked the question before he could stop himself. He knew what the answer would be, but for some reason, he'd still had to ask. He probably knew why.

They both giggled for a solid twenty seconds. Senya took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Their laughter was musical, and almost hypnotic to listen to. Like a lullaby. He had to pinch himself covertly several times to stay fully awake when they finally settled down.

"They're, like, magic items," Lala said.

"Alchemy!" Lata explained. "But super sexy, usually. Have you met Valina?"

Senya shifted slightly in his seat. He was trying to sit up, but it was getting harder and harder in this chair. He took another sip of tea to hide his nerves. "Yeah."

There was a pause. Senya gulped, sensing that the mood of the conversation had shifted slightly. It was as though a pack of hounds had scented game.

"Didja like her?" Lata asked.

"Um... yes."

"Ooooh." Lala winked. "How much?"

"W-what?"

"She must've loved that big ol' cock of yours," Lata whispered, and she made her voice as weak and kittenish as Valina's had been. "Did she... give you a nice little kiss?"

Treacherously, Senya's cock gave an excited twitch.

This set off another chorus of giggles in the honeyed bimbos, who could, of course, plainly see it. Senya felt his breaths getting heavier as they tittered, pouted those fulsome lips, and batted their eyelashes at him. Were they being more openly flirtatious than before? Or was he just getting hornier?

"Look at his dick!" Lala stroked her clit with a soft moan. "Did it do that just because I mentioned Valiiinnna?" And she spoke the name with such sensuous attention, so slowly, so intimately, that Senya couldn't help it. His eye twitched.

"Ooh, Lala," Lata whispered, "I think he and Valina maybe, like, had a bit of fun!"

"Oh my gosh!" Lala beamed at him. "Is that true?"

Senya took a deep gulp of the tea to hide his nervous smile. "Mm."

"Mmm!" Lata mocked. "Mm-mm!"

"We like that tea so much," Lala whispered. "Why don't you let us sweeten it a little?" She drew out her finger, dripping with honey, and smiled dazzlingly at him. His head spun from that smile.

"Th-that's okay," he said, his voice cracking. "It's... fine." He took another sip. His mouth was getting very dry.

Lata glanced coyly at his cock. "See, we like it when our Masters drink lots and lots of honey, 'cause then, like, their cum is super sweet for when we suck it outta them!" She licked her lips.

"Yummy-nummy," Lala enthused, rubbing her bare tummy for emphasis.

"W-well..." Senya swallowed. He was almost out of tea, and he was only getting thirstier and thirstier. His head was spinning. He felt like the armchair was made out of viscous ooze, and he was slowly sinking deeper and deeper into its sleepy embrace. "I, um... I d-don't want you to suck my cock."

Their faces fell. They looked so heartbroken, Senya almost felt a bit guilty. He hoped he hadn't been too harsh.

Lata wrung her hands. "Why?" she whimpered. "Do you think we're... ugly?"

It was so absurd, Senya gave a nervous chuckle. "No..."

"Do you think we'd be, like, bad at it?" asked Lala, biting her luscious lower lip.

He could see the trap, plain as day. But they looked so sad, sounded so plaintive. Daylight seemed a bit dimmer at the moment, and he found himself whispering, "N-no." His eyelids were drooping as he drank down the last of his tea. His cock was almost level with his eyes, now, so deep had he sunken into the comfy armchair. "I bet... it'd feel... nice..."

No sooner had he spoken that their faces lit up with big, happy grins. Those smiles made him feel almost absurdly happy.

"You're so sweet!" Lala cooed, leaning over to caress his cheek. He felt her sticky juices slick up his skin, which started to tingle. He tried to will himself to move away, but his whole body felt asleep at the moment. His whole body was tingling with excitement. "What a sweet boy!"

"But how sweet?" cooed Lata, and he realized he couldn't see her anymore. She was below his field of vision.

Senya stared up at Lala, wide-eyed.

She beamed down at him, stroking his cheek again. Without him even noticing, she'd come to sit on the armrest. Her bounteous breasts jiggled above him. "Don't worry, sweet boy," she whispered. "As long as you don't drink our honey, you'll be fine. You can trust us. We just..." She licked her lips. "...wanna taste."

Her fingers felt so nice against his skin. He felt himself leaning into the touches. If they just wanted... a taste... he supposed there wasn't any terrible danger. As long as he didn't drink their honey, he'd be fine. He didn't want to make Lala and Lata sad. They were being so nice to him right now.

"Is that okay?" Lata whimpered from between his legs. Her voice was husky with need. "Just a little suck? Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Um..." He sucked in a deep breath, just as Lata planted a daring little kiss on his cock's head, sending little tingles of pleasure surging through him. His voice was reduced to a squeak. "Okay! I guess!"

There was a pause.

"Mm..." He felt Lata nuzzling his cock. "You guess, Master?"

Senya's eyes were almost closed, but Lala held them on her. He gazed up into her eyes, nearly totally lost, but managed to mumble, "Just the lips. No... no deepthroat..."

And he was just in time, as Lata's lips settled his head once more. She gave a soft, disappointed moan, lost to kisses as she started to gently suckle all over his head. His cock tingled and twitched from her attentions.

"You're so smart," Lala whispered. "Not gonna let us sluts honey you up, huh?" She reached down and started rubbing his chest. "I guess we'll just have to play with you for a while."

He trembled. Lata was planting dozens of delicious little kisses on his cock—brief kisses, teasing kisses, kisses where she brought her tongue out to lap ever-so-gently at his glans. They were unbearable. He wanted so, so much more, but he also knew that he couldn't possibly let her. If she managed to coat his cock in her mead... no, he was being smart about this. Right?

"You've been so careful," Lala said, giggling. "So smart. Such a careful Master."

Senya nodded dimly as she sidled over next to him on the chair, cuddled against his side. Her breasts and thighs pressed against him as she leaned closer still. "Don't wanna drink any honey," she whispered in his ear, lips tickling his earlobe. "Don't wanna become a horny, throbbing mess."

As if on cue, Lata's tongue flitted out daringly and briefly lapped over his cock. Senya's eyelids were fluttering. "No..." he murmured. "Careful..."

"You know what happens if you drink honey, right?" Lala asked. Senya stared up at her blankly, his eyes barely open. "You come so hard." She kissed his neck. "It feels so good. You can't break free. It's just awful." She licked his cheek. "You just come and come and come. Mindless. Horny. You can't even remember who you are. You need it so bad."

"Mm..." Senya heard Lata's happy coos as her fingers tickled beneath his balls, further stimulating him. Her kisses trailed all along the length of his manhood. "So bad!"

"He's a bad, bad, boy!" Smirking, Lala leaned down and started kissing down his shoulder. "But so smart!"

He felt her hand gently grasp his mug, taking it from his limp fingers. He was starting to buck, struggling reflexively to thrust into Lata's mouth, but her lips were very careful. She pulled back every time, and they only laughed, high-pitched squeals of glee at his plight.

Senya knew how he must look—red-faced with heat and exertion, sunken deep into the reclined armchair's soft cushions and in one Thriae's arms, thrusting needily as the other Thriae planted little kisses on his bulging member. He just wasn't sure why any of it was a bad thing. Vaguely, something about it seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on anything, any solid thought. Lata's kisses drove worries quite far from his mind.

"Or maybe..." he heard her whisper, "... not so smart. Teehee!" She planted a sweet little kiss right on his sensitive tip.

He let out a low moan. He was close. So close.

"'Cause you can't cum, can you, sweetie?" Lala cooed. She giggled at his wide-eyed look of helplessness. "Ooh, this isn't enough, is it?" She gave his chest several long, sensuous licks. "And you're soooo horny!"

He could barely think. All he could think about were Lata's soft, wet lips, and how they wouldn't stop teasing him. It made him... made him...

Not so smart.

"You could just let her suck you once," Lala whispered in his ear, fingers toying with his nipples. "Just once! Wouldn't that be nice?"

Senya's mind was steeped in bliss, and Lala was making him feel so nice. He smiled at her. "Yeah..."

"And you could have her stop right after! No harm."

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah..."

"Is that what you want?" she teased, popping a finger into his mouth.

"Um..." Senya tried to think as he sucked and licked at the finger. Lata's soft lips felt so good on his member. Every now and then, she gave him a little lick, and it drove him wild. He knew her whole mouth would feel so much better. But... hadn't there been a reason not to...

Lala kissed his cheek. "Don't you wanna cum, sweetie?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Senya whimpered as Lata gave his cock another daring lick. "Mm-hm."

"So what do you want?" Lala asked, grinding against his side. She pulled the finger out of his mouth and stuck the hand between her legs. "Tell me what you want us to do to you."

"M-make me cum!" Senya gasped. "P-please?"

Lala grinned. He heard Lata giggle.

And then her lips slid right over his pulsing cock. Her wet warmth enveloped him. She took him all the way in, and his cock was immersed in honey, immersed in her. And she started to suck.

And he came.

All thoughts about indecency, indignity, and mind control were sucked right out of his mind, and he cried out in bliss. He felt her suckling at his cock like a delicious candy, drawing his orgasm out, her cheeks working to swallow every drop of cum. His whole cock was tingling with sticky, perfect pleasure.

His mind had gone almost totally blank. Lala was whispering things in his ear whenever Lata's lips slid up or down, but Senya couldn't register more than random words and phrases. Phrases like "cum", "cunt", "sweet", "good Master", and "every day". He couldn't even think about what they meant—the pleasure was filling his whole body, and thinking was too hard.

As his pleasure started to ebb, Senya thrust once more into Lata's mouth and savored her happy groan. She was swallowing his whole load. She just kept on sucking, drawing it all out until he was left sweaty and panting for breath, overwhelmed by pleasure.

Finally, she pulled off. He looked down and saw her wiping her lips and licking her hand, almost like a cat. She beamed up at Lala. "He's so sweet!" she sang.

"I bet he is," Lata hissed. "Dumb horny boy." She gave his cheek another little lick.

Senya's mind was gliding over thermals, heedless of their conversation. Lala had reached down and begun to stroke his cock with her hand—very slowly, building him back to the edge. He was drifting. He was all-but-asleep, his eyes trained on Lala's gorgeous body pressed against him. One breast was almost close enough to lick. His hip where her legs were entwined around him was wet with her juices, and it tingled pleasantly. So did his chest. So did his neck and cheek where she had kissed and licked him. He gave a vacant smile. Lala and Lata were making him feel so nice.

"Don't you love it when the Masters are this easy?" Lala purred. "Sometimes I think Bobbi softens them up just for us!"

"Or hardens them up," Lata said, giggling. She took something from Lala, and he heard a squishy wet sound from between her legs, followed by what sounded like a trickling liquid.

Slowly, the last few words filtered back to him. "Mm?" he managed. Something about that sounded off. Bobbi? Bobbi was

They both turned and beamed at him.

"Good boy!" Lala cooed, stroking him just a bit faster.

"Sweet boy!" Lata laughed, kissing his cock's head several tender times. "Don't worry your cute little head about it, stud. The bimbos are talking." She planted one last, long kiss, and the tongue came out again. His eyes rolled back up into his head and finally closed, and the worries melted from him like butter in a saucepan.

"Leave him like this for a bit," he heard Lala whisper. Her words drifted to him on cotton candy clouds, sweet and wonderful. "We'll get him nice and dumb and horny."

"Did you see him staring at my boobies earlier?" Lata gave a wicked laugh. "Too busy watching them to watch your hands and his tea!"

Senya dimly smiled. He wasn't sure what his two bimbos were talking about, but they were laughing, and pleasuring him, so he was sure it was good. Boobies. Staring at her boobies. Yes, he loved doing that. He wished he could do it right now, but his eyes were just... so... tired...

"Well, they are fantastic."

"Aw..." He heard the sounds of brief kissing, before the kisses on his cock returned, slow and measured. They kept him on the edge, mindless, horny. He just lay back in the chair and let his bimbos pleasure him.

After what felt like a few minutes of this treatment, he felt something warm and smooth press against his lips.

Numbly, he opened his eyes. It was the mug.

Full of tea.

He looked up at the two Thriae, who beamed at him. The touches on his cock continued, lulling his mind... away. It was like they'd taken his mind away from him and put it into a box where it couldn't speak.

Lala stroked his knee. "Open wide! Gotta get nice and full, like, if you want her to go down on you, sweetie!"

"Drink up," cooed Lata. "Boys that cum need to drink their yummy tea!" She planted several wet kisses on his cock, sending his thoughts into ecstasy.

"Mm?" He blinked blearily up at them. Gods, they were so beautiful. With their golden hair, golden eyes, and golden lips, they shone above him like... like angels. How could he ever mistrust a word they said?

"Yeah," Lata husked, giving his cock the tiniest of laps with her tongue. "We don't fuck boys that won't even try out tea. It hurts our feelings!" She pouted, sticking out her lower lip, then kissed him again. All her kisses were closed-mouth. It was driving him up a wall.

But that wall could come down. All he had to do was submit.

"Go on," Lala encouraged, stroking his cheek with a slick hand. His skin tingled pleasantly. She tipped the mug up a little. "Obeying us means you get pleasure, sweetie. And I know you want that."

His lips slowly parted. He felt the tea start to trickle between his lips.

It didn't taste any different.

He opened his mouth fully, allowing the tea to trickle into his mouth. Gently, almost maternally, Lala gripped the back of his head and tilted it back, allowing her to pour the drink down his throat, little-by-little. Sweetness coated the inside of his mouth, sickening sweetness.

It was somehow the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Yummy, huh?" Lala stroked his hair, smiling as she gazed down into his fluttering eyes.

"Aaah..."

"Aww!" Lala's smile widened with delight. "You're so sweet!" Her eyes narrowed. "Such a sweet boy deserves a niiice sucking, right, Lata?"

"Ooh, I'd love to, Lala!" Lata giggled. "But he told me only to kiss him! No sucking allowed!" She kissed the base of his cock, and he shuddered with pleasure. What a silly rule. Why had he said that? He could trust Lata and Lala to take advantage.

Not. Not to take advantage. Which was what he wanted, right?

"Aw..." Lala slowly tipped the mug back, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "I bet he didn't mean that! He was just, like, being a sillyhead, right, Master?"

He smacked his lips. If he gave permission, they would suck and fuck him like mad, mind-numbing, perfect, glorious. If he didn't...

"Mm-hm..." he moaned, as Lata lapped at the head of his cock with just the tip of her tongue. "Silly..."

Lala set the mug aside. "What do you really want, Master? Like, we don't wanna make you do anything you don't beg us for!"

His brain was smothered in honey. His whole body was abuzz. He needed this. Needed them. Oh, he needed them to... to...

"S-suck," he whimpered. "Suck me! All the way!"

"Are you suuuuure?" Lala teased, kissing him on the cheek. "Cause like we might get carried away, Master! We're such slutty bimbos—" Lata licked his cock twice, once on each word, "—and your cock is so tasty! What if she can't stop sucking? What if we have to, I dunno..." She put a finger to her lips and frowned, as though thinking very hard.

Senya waited, and squirmed, as Lata continued her teasing attentions. He tried to stay quiet, to keep from distracting Lala, but Lata didn't make it easy—she seemed to know just how to keep her kisses steady enough to keep him on the brink, but irregular enough to catch him off-guard him every time.

Finally, Lala's eyes lit up. "Ooh! Omigosh! What if we have to fuck your brains out with our tight, wet pussies?" She stared kissing and nibbling on his neck, moaning. "What if we just have to let you suck our nipples? What if we need you to, like, submit, and be our brainless stud forever?"

Senya's mind struggled to make sense of what she was saying, but every time she said something sexy, in that breathy, sensuous moan of hers, his mind seemed to go blank and golden. And Lata's kisses didn't help. It all sounded so nice the way she said it. Her voice was so sultry, so sensuous, so sweet, so... sweet...

He realized he'd spaced out, and Lala was now pouring more honey into his mouth. Not even tea—straight honey. Some distant part of him told him to be worried about that, but how could he worry when it all felt so good? It was good to drink this. Lala wanted him to, and it made him feel good, which was all that mattered. He obediently swallowed it all down when she told him to, not even thinking about the command. All he could think about was how sexy 'fuck your brains out' sounded when she whispered it in his ear.

"Is that what you want?" Lala asked at last, a smile quirking across her fulsome lips. "Do you want all of that, sweetie?"

He couldn't think. He didn't want to. "Yes!" he burst out. "D-do whatever you just said! I wa—" He swallowed the last of the honey as she dribbled it between his lips. "Want it all!"

They both giggled gleefully. There was satisfaction in their laughter now. Triumph.

"Master's suuuuch a stud," purred Lata. The way she said it, it didn't sound precisely like a compliment. But it did sound like a very good thing to be in this house, for her.

"He really is," Lala agreed. "What a hunk! Like, what do you wanna do with him, Lata? 'Cause he just said we could do whatever!" She flashed him a pouting look, batting her eyelashes. "Isn't that what he said?"

"Oh my gosh! I bet it is what he said! Like, I heard him say it too!" Lata squealed. "And I think I wanna... wanna..." She licked her lips. "... suck his cock!"

"Ooh!" Lala rose up in the chair, and Senya felt himself sinking deeper and deeper as she did so. What was this chair made out of? What were the cushions stuffed with? It was starting to feel almost... viscous. "And I think I wanna make him suck my boobies," she cooed down at him, proffering one swollen breast. "Make him drink aaall that yummy-nummy-honey that'll make him so much fun! Heehee!"

"Ooh, make him beg first!" Lata started kissing his cock, daintier than ever, but also faster than ever, peppering him with mind-numbing, teasing kisses. Senya was quivering with desire. "I love it when a cute boy begs for us!"

Lala lay above him, eyes fixed on him, drawing him in. Senya's head was spinning. He couldn't think straight. All he could think about were Lata and Lala, his two honeyed bimbos who had so thoroughly claimed him.

"Well, Master?" Lala whispered. "You heard her."

Senya stared up at her. Lata's kisses seemed to pass through his whole body. He was tingling all over. Lust consumed him. He couldn't even think. All he could do was... want.

"Please, Lala," he whimpered. "Please! L-let me cum! Let me suck, suck me, just—do it to me already!"

There was a short pause in the kisses. It felt like infinity.

Lala shook her head sadly. "Oh, who taught you to beg? You'd make a terrible bimbo." She sighed and stuck her lower lip out. "Lata, maybe we shouldn't suck him. I don't know if he, like, wants it? Like, he seems kinda un-wanty!"

Senya's eyes widened. He tried to shake his head, but he was almost totally immersed within the chair now, totally pinned and helpless beneath Lala's body. She was practically straddling him, actually.

"Aw, that's so sad!" Lata gave a loud sigh. "I guess I can't suck his willpower out through his cock like a straw! Gosh, I was super excited to make him cum and cum and cum... but maybe he doesn't want it?" She gave him one sad, forlorn lick.

"P-please, I do!" he pleaded. "I do, I do!"

"Then beg better," Lala said with a smirk. Down below, Senya felt Lata starting to take him into her mouth once again. He was between her lips now, and the feeling of the extended kiss was heavenly. He would do anything for more. Anything. "Beg like you need it." She squeezed her breast, and Senya saw a bit of honey dribble from her large, pert nipple.

"I... please, I need it." Senya squirmed in the chair, feeling Lata's tongue teasing his glans. "I need it!" he cried. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"Oh my gosh, Lata," Lala purred, and her breast started to descend towards his gasping lips, "he's really beggin' for it! What a stud!"

Down below, the cock inserted just between her lips, he heard Lata chuckle.

"It's so nice to hear you beg, stud," Lala whispered. "It, like, makes me feel... super nice. And when I feel super nice..." She traced her finger over the nipple, catching the honey just as it was about to drip into Senya's mouth and popping the finger into her own mouth. She made a satisfied 'yummy' sound as she briefly sucked the finger off, looking at him with doe eyes. "... I can make you feel super nice," she cooed.

Senya was lost completely to those eyes, to Lata's lips. "I need more," he whimpered. "I'll be y-your stud, I don't care! I'll do whatever you w-want!" He shook all over as Lata's lips started to slide deeper over his head, very gently. "I'll drink as much honey as you want!"

"Because you looooove drinking the honey, don't you?" Lala hissed.

"Uh-huh!" He beamed up at her. "Please use me!... Mistress!"

Lala's eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Ooh. 'Mistress'. You don't gotta call me that, babe."

She popped the nipple into his mouth. Without even thinking—and it felt so good to not think, to let them think for him—Senya started obediently sucking. Delicious honey crashed against his taste buds like waves against rocks, scattering what little resistance he had left to the sands. "We just wanna be your sluuuuts for a while. It goes without saying that you're our little fucktoy now!"

"Mmm!" was his happy response.

She giggled, then broke off abruptly with a gasp, wriggling a little against his body. " Mmm... f-fuck, you're a thirsty boy!" She blinked. Slowly, a grin spread across her angelic features. "Omigosh! Have you been with Mommy?"

Senya let out a little mewl as memories of the holstaur came flooding back. It felt so right to suckle at this gorgeous woman's breast. Her breasts weren't as big as Mommy's, but the honey he was drinking down was glorious.

And then Lata slid all the way down on his shaft, and he started to suckle with a panicked thirst. Once again, his cock was immersed in her wet, warm mouth, and he felt her tongue positively lathering the mead over him. His cock was twitching and throbbing, having been so long denied this exquisite pleasure. He bucked mindlessly, desperate for more, and only more.

Lata moaned, running her lips and tongue over the base of his cock with a courtesan's training. Above, Lala stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he suckled her.

"There's a good boy," she cooed. "There's a nice stud for us. Oh, we're gonna get you nice and full, don't you worry. Mmm... Drink up! Drink aaall my slutty nectar, sweetie. Just chug that down! Heehee!"

Senya felt his pleasure climbing with every gulp of delicious honey. His cock felt like it had been immersed in fizzy bubbles, and it was tingling like crazy from the mead that now covered it. It had grown, too—Lata could only barely take in its whole sensitive girth. But, oh, she took it.