Chapter 4 - Now With More Obedience 

Rebecca

I practically leapt from my Uber as it rolled to a stop outside my condo tower. I heard the driver say something as I left, but paid him no attention. My Master had given me a mission and I wasn't about to be distracted by some lowly taxi driver whose car reeked of weed and mediocrity. The smell of dried wine still clung to my shirt, but I ignored it. My high heels clicked as I strode towards the lobby. Its warm light shone through the curtain wall and pierced the darkness of the night. I had already pulled my fob from the leather folds of my purse, no time to waste. 

As I entered, Rodney, the door man, looked up at me with his weary eyes and wrinkled face. "Ms. Johnson, you've got a guest. She's been waiting here a while," he said flatly, before returning his eyes to the soft, blue glow of his screen. By now, Rodney had become accustomed to my strange visitors. He seemed perfectly indifferent to what I or anyone else in the building got up to. Some door man.

Only then did I notice the woman sitting in one of the plush armchairs. Long, dark hair framed her pale face. A soft blush of pink lipstick outlined her thin lips, and she watched me intently with her deep brown eyes. A grey trench coat wrapped around her lithe figure, but even beneath its thick fabric, I glimpsed hints of lacy, black stockings hugging her thighs.  She stood up and approached me, giving a differential bow. "Mistress, I did as you commanded," she whispered.

I shook my head. "Right. Who are you again?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Mistress, it's me, Catherine."

I stared at her blankly.

"Your slave? You commanded me to wrap myself nicely and meet you here," she said.

Then the memories rushed back to me. They almost felt like they came from another life, from before Master. Prya had recruited this one earlier today. She looked so fetching when Prya sent me her photo. But now as I looked her over, I only saw a nuisance, a distraction from my mission. "Oh yes, right. That Catherine."

"What are your orders, Mistress?" 

"Orders?" Something stirred inside me, like some buried muscle memory. For a moment I wanted to tell her to come upstairs and worship my pussy, like it was her life's purpose. Then the thought repulsed me. "Let me think." Telling someone else what to do? That sounded like so much work. No, that was the old me, I knew better now. My purpose was to obey, to serve Master. What was I going to do with this brainwashed woman, standing around in barely concealed lingerie?

Then it hit me. It was so obvious. I pulled Catherine over to the corner, as far from Rodney as we could get, not that he seemed to be paying much attention. "Listen to me, Catherine. You belong to Greg Simmons now. I'll send you his phone number. I don't have a picture of him, but just google him or something. You live and breathe to serve him. From now on I'm just your sister slave. Got it?"

"Mistress, I . . ." she stammered.

"No. Don't call me that anymore!" I snapped.

"Yes Mis . . sister?" She offered timidly.

"Good girl." There was that muscle memory again. It just came out. Still my eyes lingered on her legs. It seemed a shame to have Catherine all dressed up with nowhere to go. "I know! Master is staying at this address. Go there and surprise him. I'm sure he'll appreciate your new outfit."

"Yes M. . . Sister." Her face relaxed again. Having orders seemed to have calmed her. 

"Good girl." Shoot, did it again. I texted her the address and then made for the elevator bank, beaming with pride. I knew Master would appreciate having more slaves. I could see the hunger in his eyes. I knew it well myself. Maybe Master would be so grateful that he'd make me his new favorite. That thought brought a grin to my face. Of course, I loved Prya too. How could I not? The taste of her still danced across my lips. But part of me felt jealous that Master was spending the night with her and not me. I wanted to be the one curled up to him at night, wrapping my arms around him, wrapping my legs around him, riding his. . .

"Um . . Sister? Is this the right Greg Simmons?" Catherine shoved her phone in my face.

My eyes flicked up to it, ready to gaze on the glorious visage of my Master, but finding instead the revolting mug of some other man. "What? Ew, No. He's a stage hypnotist. Look for that."

"Oh, ok." She went back to tapping away on the screen. After a few moments, she spoke again. "I think I found him." 

"Good for you." I confirmed the image and then stepped inside the elevator. Catherine started back out into the dark as the metal doors slid closed. 

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Prya

I parked in the driveway of my suburban home and showed Greg inside. As soon as I had closed my front door, I whirled on Greg and pushed him up against the door. The adrenaline of the night still pulsed in my veins. I could feel him straining against the fabric of his pants and pressing up against me. I leaned into his touch, grinding gently back and forth. "That was so hot, Master," I purred. "We got her. We really got her."

He hesitated, but then ran his hand over the sheer fabric of my blouse. "It's all thanks to you. But did you have to do the wine stunt?"

"Mmm, but it was so worth it. You weren't there when she enslaved me, or all the times I enslaved others for her. If anything, I let her off easy."

He pulled away, just enough for me to miss the touch. "It was still a risk. We have to be careful."

I knew he was right, but that did little to dampen the thrill of revenge. "Yes Master," I sighed. I knew that would get him started. I placed one hand on his chest and slowly walked my fingers down to his belt. “I promise, I’ll be more careful.”

He stammered as I neared his manhood. “Yeah . . . Yeah just . . . Um . . . Think about it more next time. We’re not in the clear, just because Rebecca’s been dealt with.” 

My hand reached between his legs and began to rub slowly. I could feel his shoulders soften as other things hardened. “I know. I know, you’re right. But don’t you think we deserve a little celebration, just for one night.”

“We’re just in deep here, Prya. I want to, god you have no idea how much I fucking want to,” he said.

But I could see his restraint faltering. Just a little more. “Please. I need you, Master.”

Then a hand smacked across my ass cheek. I let out a soft moan as he gripped onto my hips, drawing me further against him. I slid up and down, every movement stoking the fire between my legs, like a match against a striker strip.

He gripped my hair, anchoring his fingers between my thick locks and pulled my face to his. His lips were hungry, tongue surging into my mouth. My fingers fumbled blindly with his buttons. I wasn’t about to pull my head away to look. Eventually his shirt came loose and Greg flung it onto the coffee table. My blouse joined it moments later.

He pulled away, eyes scanning over my bare skin. I wanted to follow for another kiss, but I sensed his desire for me to wait, so I obeyed. I could practically feel his gaze as he swept it over me.

With an agonizing patience, he reached for my waistband. My body twitched with anticipation as the zipper unwound. The fabric of my pants pooled into silken darkness at my feet, leaving me with only my black bra and panties. Thank goodness I wore the good ones. 

A smile crept across his face as he studied me. “You were right. Of course, you were. I needed this so, so bad. How did I get so lucky?”

I cackled. Him lucky? “I’m the lucky one. Of all the exam rooms in all the doctor’s offices in all the city, you walked into mine. Otherwise, I don’t want to think about what I’d be doing right now.”

Greg wrapped his gentle arms around me. “It’s alright. Rebecca won’t be a problem anymore. She should be on the way to gather her files right now. She’ll bring down Atlus and then we’ll be safe.”

A pang of remorse ran through me, imagining Rebecca in jail. Earlier today I would have paid to see her rot, but now all the animosity I felt for her was just gone. “I know I shouldn’t, but I do feel a little bad for her. Rebecca’s a bitch, and she did horrible things to me. But I already forgave her. Making her leak the files and take all the risk seems pretty dangerous. She’s just one rep for the Atlus Corporation. It’s not like the whole Hypnex drug was her idea.”

He gently stroked my hair. “I know it’s harsh. But I’m looking out for us. This was the only way to keep us safe, to keep you safe.”

My chest rose and fell against his, the fire leaving me. “You’re right. Of course you’re right. I just wish there was another way.”

—

Rebecca

The elevator opened and I strode confidently to my door. Every aspect of the building said status. The smallest details from the wall sconce illuminating my unit number to the elegant curve of the door knob said money and power. I laughed quietly to myself as I punched in my code. To think all this had meant something to me before. I was so naive, but I knew better now. I rushed to my office, not even bothering to set down my bag or remove my heels. A few seconds later I was booting up my laptop. 

My fingers sleep-walked through the familiar rhythm of the Atlus intranet login. I swiped through the stupid two-factor authentication. Can't let anyone steal any information, that would be terrible. Of course, I promptly began stealing information for my Master.The formula for Hypnex itself was above my clearance, but I had access to our internal trials, reports and correspondence. These would be more than enough to incriminate the company, just like Master wanted. The files took a long time to download to my flash drive. As the progress bar inched across my screen, my mind filled with fantasies of Master's reaction. 

I couldn't wait to see how pleased he would be with me. I would prove how well I could obey. As that thought buzzed through my head, my hand drifted down into the waistband of my slacks. Just the thought of pleasing him had already soaked my panties. I traced lazy circles imagining how pleased he would be with me. I lived to please him. I needed to please him.

I couldn't help but smile, thinking of how he'd react to my little present. That would prove I wasn't just a perfectly obedient slave, I was proactive. I took initiative to anticipate my Master's needs. That gave me an idea. I pulled my hand away long enough to lift my phone. I dashed through a group text, fingers trembling with excitement. A contented sigh escaped my lips as the bubble appeared. There, that would do it. I remembered how disobedient Prya had been in the restaurant and shook my head. Surely after tonight, Master would understand that I was truly his greatest slave, better than Prya or Catherine or anyone. After all, he wouldn't have any of them if not for me. My breath hitched at that thought and my hands returned to their work, teasing and toying. My pace accelerated as the green bar grew across my display.

Master would be so pleased with me. My hips thrust against the mesh netting of my computer chair. Surely, Master would appreciate all I had done. I bit my lip, staining cherry red lipstick across my teeth and chin. Waves of pleasure washed over my body. He would have to make me his new favorite. The progress bar filled, in more ways than one. I let out a low, guttural grunt as I came. I wiped my hand on the glass top of my desk, leaving a smear of arousal. Then I ripped the flash drive free. I stood to leave, scrolling through the contacts in my phone. I found her name, Jordan Harris, and pressed call.

No answer.

I called again.

Still nothing.

I called a third time. Finally Jordan picked up.

“Jesus, Rebecca. It's the middle of the night! I was sound asleep. Whatever hot new drug you want a puff piece about can wait till morning. Actually, make it afternoon. I'm going to have to sleep in."

I almost burst out laughing. "No puffing this time, Jordan. I've got the scoop of your career. Meet me on top of the McMillan Parking Deck in an hour."

A long pause. "You're serious? Shit, you're serious. Ok, I'm getting dressed. This better be good, Rebecca."

"Oh it will be." I hung up. I could just see Jordan stumbling out of bed and slipping on her tacky clothes. "Good girl," I whispered to myself.

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Prya

"Just trust me," Greg whispered in my ear.

I slumped into his shoulder. "I do."

"Now where were we? He asked, playfulness returning to his voice. His hand climbed towards the clasp of my bra.

I couldn't shake the image of Rebecca in jail from my mind. "I'm not sure I'm in the mood anymore." 

The hand paused, resting on the small of my back. "Still thinking about Rebecca?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." I pulled back enough to look into his eyes.

 "Don't be,” he said with eyes full of warmth."I can help with that."

"What?"

"Prya, sleep for me." Then the world dissolved into a spinning darkness. I had a hazy awareness of Greg's voice slipping into my mind, gliding past my thoughts. I didn't pay attention to the words. Attention was beyond me then. I just needed to let Master in, into my mind, into my body.

I woke up, bent over the couch, completely naked. My hands gripped the seat's back, my legs were spread wide. I couldn't move my hands or feet. I tried to ask how I got this way, but the only sound I could make was "Mhmmm?" Then the thought dissolved into a soft moan as well. He'd taken my thoughts away, and left only a primal hunger behind. But even that awareness could only exist for a moment before it sunk into the ocean of desire. I gave another "Mhmmm," this one hungry and pleading. 

My pleas were answered with a loud smack on my ass. It sent a jolt of pleasure ripping through me.

"Isn't that better?" Growled a low baritone from behind me.

I tried to say ‘yes, Master’, but could only manage, "Mmmmhmmm."

Then he entered me. It was sharp and sudden. I hadn't even realized how wet I'd gotten, until I heard Master moving in me.

The ocean of need formed a steady tide, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Every moment, the current grew stronger, the waves larger.

"Prya, you feel amazing," he gasped.

"AAhhaaaAAhhaAAa," was my only response. Though a deep, primal part of me knew just what it was trying to say. It felt complete, fulfilled, in only the way an animal could.

He struck my backside again. The waves of pleasure cascading through my mind and body coalesced into a single, massive tsunami. The wave of raw feeling swept through me, tensing every muscle. It carried me over the edge and I screamed. Even in the throws of ecstasy, I felt the jets of warmth shooting into me. I said a silent prayer of thanks to my birth control. Not all pills were evil, I supposed. To my surprise, that thought didn't disintegrate into primal hunger. I wiped the beads of sweat from my brow, before I registered that I could move. "I'm back to normal!" I said between ragged gasps. 

Even without seeing him, I could hear Master smirking. "The suggestions only lasted as long as you did," he teased. 

I laughed. "Good thing you're well equipped then. If I hadn't come, would I have been stuck there forever?" I straightened up and stretched, my worries forgotten for the time being. 

"Well, I wasn't exactly concerned about that," he said. 

I leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the neck. "That was just what I needed."

"I know," he answered with that cool confidence.

Ding-Dong. The doorbell echoed through the house.

The lazy afterglow turned to frozen terror. "Who could that be at this hour?" I said, my head filling with images of Atlus assassins breaking down the door.

Greg ran over to check. "It's a young woman. She looks kind of familiar, but I can't place her."

"What?" I ran to the bathroom and returned in a plush bathrobe. I pushed Greg aside and checked the peep hole myself. "She’s my patient! What is she doing here? It must be an emergency if she came to my home. She could be seriously hurt!" Without another thought, I unlocked the door and opened it.

Catherine ignored me completely and looked up at Greg like a lost puppy. She released her trench coat and let it fall to the ground. Underneath she wore a black, lacy corset, crisscrossed by pink ribbon that pushed her small breasts together. A pair of black panties adorned with pink bows held up her mesh stockings. "Master, how may I serve you?" she purred.