By necessity, their plan was simple. Mona was too stupid these days to follow a complicated plan, and Delilah was too elsewise furious with Helena’s intrusion in her life to come up with anything intricate. They worked with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

Luckily, Lily was already fairly mindfucked and distracted from meeting Miles the week before. His influence didn't wane; it only grew. It was either fucking you up or fuckin you up more.

Ungh. That was what Delilah LOVED about her Man.

At 5 PM, Delilah sent a text to Lily: I’ll tell you everything you want to know about Miles. Meet me tonight, 7 PM.

Lily had been trying now for some time to get Delilah to turn on her boss. There was a similar problem with those cops that kept stopping by. They knew something was up about Miles. They knew he was guilty. They knew that all his good luck and great circumstances couldn’t be explained away like he kept doing.

But when it came to crunch time—to actually calculate that he had all these gorgeous women in his office bending over backwards to please him, and how did that all make sense…something blocked their understanding.

Maybe it was just the surrealist horror of it all—maybe they didn’t want to admit that anyone could be as clearly powerful as he was and get away with it. Maybe they were just too practical and didn’t want to imagine any kind of supernatural explanation.

Or maybe—and this was Delilah’s favorite explanation—they simply weren’t Worthy to Understand the True Extent of His Glory like she was.

She had figured it out, after all. She had discovered that worshiping Miles’s Cock was the Way and the Truth, the One Path toward enlightenment. She was, so far, his only fucktoy who had discovered that on her own.

As far as she knew, anyway. As long as he hadn’t made her think that was what happened—which she decided was hot anyway.

But that was why she had to protect her spot against Helena. She had to let him know that she valued being a fucktoy who brought him home other hot fucktoys to adore him. Didn’t He Deserve That?

She thought of His Cock. Beautiful, Thick, Glorious, Long. Drenched in precum and saliva. Ungh.

Yes. He did.

She sent Lily the details with her apartment’s address. She lived in a neighborhood with lots of trees and a bar on the corner. Her apartment, one of three in the building, had turned into what was essentially now a giant closet and laundry room now that Delilah spent most of her days and nights with Miles. He liked his quarters clean, though—no piles of cum-stained clothes, no ultra-soaked panties, no milk-scented lingerie push-up bras.

So all that kind of clothing found a residence in Delilah’s apartment. She had been meaning to get Mona or maybe even Bonnie onto cleaning it up and organizing for her. It’s also where Delilah directed all her new packages of clothing, which were now as regular as the mail itself. She had spent upward of six figures of Miles's insane influx of money on new clothes since becoming Miles’s fuckdoll full-time.

It was important that she understand how little her money meant. He'd made her close down her bank accounts. She was completely dependent on her Man.

Once she mentioned casually that she would pay for a pair of Louboutin heels; she thought that would please him. Afterward, Miles didn’t let her suck His Cock for a whole three hours.

She learned her lesson—she didn’t pay. Ever.

She got the message, and even took her famous initiative: the following morning, she produced paperwork to liquidate all her holdings and transfer it over into his possession. It was a mere drop in the bucket compared to the kind of cash he had around, but symbolically, it pleased him. She got to suck him off then for three hours.

Delilah remembered these things as she waited for Lily to arrive, sitting in the darkness of the apartment and idly touching her clit. She toyed with the special surprise she had waiting for Lily, enjoying its amazing vibrations. Everywhere around her were boxes and bags of new clothes and piles of fuck-stained outfits. Mona was with her, in hiding, as planned.

Finally, at 7 o'clock sharp, Lily knocked at the door.

“It's open!”

Lily stepped inside. “Hello?”

“In here!” called Delilah.

Lily hovered toward the doorway. Delilah could intuit how she was feeling. All the boxes she saw. The heavy scent of cum. The heat of Delilah and Mona’s pussies working overdrive. Delilah could see her perfectly, but Lily couldn't see them.

“I…I’d like it better if I could see you,” said Lily. “If you could come out into the light.”

“Of course,” said Delilah. “Just a second, though! Come on inside.”

Delilah had been specific in her instructions. Mona knew exactly what to do.

The door slammed shut as Lily came inside. Behind it was Mona; stalking her like a villain in a horror movie. Lily yelped and turned. Before she knew what was happening, Delilah and Mona were on her, taking her, dragging her to the chair already arranged in the living room.

They ignored Lily’s screams. It was easier than Delilah thought it might have been. Master’s cum made strong and resilient to the cries of other women; how fucking fun. It felt so good to hold Lily down against her will.

Quickly they had her tied up; they used soft restraining ropes Delilah had bought from a boutique bondage shop, so her skin wouldn’t chafe. The ropes would hold, though; it wasn’t a kink if you could just get out of them.

They hadn't hurt Lily at all; they had just restrained her. Delilah wouldn't have been surprised, in fact, if Lily hadn't gone along with it a little bit.

Master's cum had changed Delilah's body in so many surprising ways. She could smell Lily's arousal now. Some part of her, however small, wanted this to happen.

Once she was arranged and sitting and blubbering trying to get out of it, Delilah sat on her lap.

“Stop,” Lily blubbered. “J-just stop. Whatever you want, you can have it, I don’t care. Just d-don’t tie me up like this fuck you’re pretty…”

Lily squirmed tremendously while Mona wrapped her ankles up in more of the same rope. She whimpered, staring down Delilah’s blouse into her amazing cleavage. Delilah stroked her face and nodded, softly kissing Lily's forehead, pushing long fingers through her hair.

She was really pretty, Lily. Bright green eyes. Dark hair. She looked like a princess on the cover of those old racy fantasy novels, only dressed up like a modern reporter in a smart Henley sweater and tight leggings. Delilah toyed with her heavy tits in the sweater and Lily moaned and tittered helplessly.

If Delilah didn’t know better—and she certainly didn’t—she would say that Lily had something of a hidden kink for being tied up like this. And certainly, everyone had a kink for Delilah sitting in their lap. She was a fucking gorgeous woman, after all.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” said Delilah. “Mona and I are trying to do something nice for Master.”

“M-Master?”

Lily seemed dazed already. Maybe it was the panties Mona had grabbed, soaked in Master’s cum, that she had tied together in a necklace and placed around Lily’s neck. Delilah felt her cunt on fire from their proximity, and she had a tolerance for it. It must have been frying Lily’s brain like nothing else could.

“You know, Miles? The One Male? The True God of this Earth? The fucking fantastically big-Cocked Alpha who you broke up with because you’re a stupid bitch?”

“I…I didn’t…what? He didn’t have a…c-cock?” Her voice slurred.

“He does now. And he knows how to use it. And you’re going to know how to please it.” Delilah took out her special surprise from her own cunt, slick with her juices and heavy with her scent. “This is a vibrating egg. It goes in your pussy and I can control it remotely.”

Lily gulped. “Y-you can't. This is wrong.”

“Is it really? Do you think that way? Truly?”

Lily seemed lost in Delilah's eyes. “Truly?”

“Yes. You feel that way. Truly.”

“I feel that way,” Lily moaned. Her lips grasping for Delilah's. “Truly.”

“You truly want to do what I say.”

“I truly want to do what you say.”

Delilah's body flooded with power—the power to make others compelled to obey her. All this power, and it was all for Miles.

“Do you want to know what it feels like?”

“What it feels like? I...yes. I…I don’t know.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Lily nodded eagerly. “Yes. Very much.”

“Of course you do, sweetie. I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, aren’t I? No one is prettier than me.”

“No one.”

“You want me to be your hot kissing girlfriend, don’t you?”

“Mmmph. Yes. I want to kiss you so bad…”

Delilah leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Lily kept moaning.

“...prettiest...girl...kissing girlfriend...”

“You want more than kisses from me. Don’t you? You want me to make you cum?”

“I…I…I’ve never…not with a girl…”

Delilah pushed her tits up into Lily's face. She shoved them so that the cum-stained panties were right on top of them; Lily had to experience both to experience one.

“You want me to touch your pussy? Someone as pretty as me? You want me to lick you? To kiss you all over?”

“Y-yes.”

Delilah leaned in and kissed her softly and slowly. Mona mewed from her kneeling position, clasping Delilah's leg and rubbing up and down. Lily's lips were soft and tasted like strawberries. Her tongue searched inside of Delilah's, softly fruity, probing and needy.

Finally, Delilah pulled away.

“Did that feel good?”

Lily nodded, nudging forward. “M-more, please. You’re so pretty. Every time I see you, all I can think of is sex. Fuck, you’re so pretty…”

“Ask for the vibrator and we can kiss again.”

Lily's will was gone now. She nodded desperately. “Please. Please, put it in me.”

“Good girl. Mona?”

Mona inserted the vibrator into Lily’s waiting, willing pussy.

Right away, Delilah giggled, kissed Lily briefly on the mouth, and stood up.

“Wait…” said Lily, mouth searching after Delilah. “I don’t understand. Where you go? I wanna….I want it, I want itttt…”

Like a little girl. Soon she would be Daddy’s little girl, forever. Just like He Deserved.

The vibrator had an app on Delilah’s phone so that she could control the pulses. She toyed with it a bit now. Turning it up and watching Lily squirm. Turning it down and watching her pant. Pulsing up, pulsing down.

“F-fuck!” Lily moaned. Delilah stripped down naked. Taking her time. Keeping her heels on, but everything else gone. She brought Mona over to her pussy, bundled up her hair, and slid Mona's pretty face against one slick thigh. “You want some of this?”

“Y-yes!” Lily’s tongue searched forward, licking phantom cunt. “Please!”

“You have to watch, first. Get it right. You have to watch very carefully.”

Mona went to work. Delilah pulsed the vibrator in time with Mona’s careful, perfect licks. The pleasure between all three of them syncing up.

“Watch, Lily.”

“...watch...”

“Are you watching?”

“...watching. Yes...”

Mona's skillful tongue continued on as Delilah dripped all down her chin.

“We’re going to fuck up your mind, Lily.”

“Fuck up...my mind...?”

Delilah was triumphant. “We’re going to fuck up your mind. We’re going to make you a fuckdoll for Master. We’re going to make you beg to apologize to him. Beg to suck his cock. Beg to be his brainless bimbo barbie babe. We’re going to fuck. You. Up.”

Lily whimpered.

“Do you want that? Do you want his Cock?”

“I…I don’t know…”

“Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to be a special hot fuck sister with Mona and me?”

“Y-yes. Fuck yes…I want your pussy so bad…”

Delilah flipped through her phone and cast to the television—a massive wide screen on one wall that Miles had paid for—a video Mona had taken days before of Miles fucking Delilah. Delilah vamping for the camera—smiling, winking, moaning, playing it up. She hadn't known it was for this, but it all made sense now. Technology was so brilliant these days.

“Oh, god,” said Lily. “That’s you. He’s…fucking you.”

Delilah grabbed the last piece of the puzzle, moving herself and Mona out of Lily's field of view. The only light source in the room was the wide screen; everything else was in darkness. Like a fucked-up erotic dream being beamed into Lily's head.

“Fuck yeah he is. He's probably getting me pregnant. Look at my fucking titties leaking all over him. God, he makes me so turned on. Watching him fuck me is going to fuck you up, Lily.”

“Oh god…no…my brain...I can't...think...”

Her tits leaked now, hot milk ready to drink. She leaned forward and re-positioned until she could drip some down Lily's face, starting at the side of her forehead. It would slide slowly all the way into her mouth. It smelled delicious.

“Yeah. It’s all we’re going to do until your little brain is as fucked as mine. Oh, and there’s this too.”

The last piece of the puzzle was a pair of headphones, already playing mindfuck audios recorded by Delilah. She placed them on Lily's head and then—finally knowing she was finished—shoved Mona into her pussy and sat back on the couch. Watching her handiwork. Watching Master fuck her. Watching herself fuck Lily's mind with Master fucking her.

Ungh.

Lily tried to protest a little longer. Weakly.

“No. Please no…n-no. No, I don’t want this. I don’t want…”

The audio had been recorded by Delilah that afternoon. It was a simple loop of about thirty seconds that she spliced with her words and a recording of Mona’s voice while she fingered herself to multiple orgasms.

Serve Him.

Obey Him.

Worship Him.

Love Him.

Serve Cock.

Obey Cock.

Worship Cock.

Love Cock.

And so on.

The whole time, Mona obediently and dutifully licked Delilah's pussy. Delilah came again and again and again, looking at her own beautiful face cumming to her Master's Cock inside of her. She felt like she was high and she probably was—Miles's Cock was a drug and she was the number one addict. Eventually, Lily’s pleas for help died down.

“You did it, Mistress,” Mona said to Delilah. “You really fucked her up for Master.”

Delilah had.

Lily had stopped resisting entirely. She huffed cum-stained panties, whimpered and orgasmed, and moaned out just one word:

Cock.

Cock.

Cock.