Samuel fucked his young wives in the bedroom of his house for the first and last time. There three of them in all, all of them completely devoted to his mood, to his needs, to his delight. They needed him more than they needed anything—more than they needed to breathe or eat or drink water, they needed to serve their Husband.

All four of them were in his massive double-king-sized bed. An impressive, visionary Master like Samuel needed a huge bed, as Eliana well knew, and though she hadn’t picked out the sheets or the mattress herself, she also knew she wouldn’t and couldn’t have made a different decision about them. Samuel Decided. Daddy Decided. Master Decided. Good wives did what their MasterDaddies told them to do.

Outside, Brenda—the spare wife, who they had stolen from another Master—fingered herself and listened at the door. Only Samuel’s best wives were allowed in.

Samuel was inside of the young Cindy—the youngest of the three by far, just barely legal—slowly sliding in and out with his big, strong hands holding her by the hips to guide and steer her as she came again and again with every last stroke. Her young body flushed, contorted, shivering and quivering in ecstasy, biting into the sheets and pillows to mute her screams because it turned their Master on to see her try and fail to somehow hold onto a semblance of control.

Kenza, blonde and gorgeous and so statuesque she seemed almost carved out of pure white marble at times, kissed and moaned and prayed over Samuel’s masterfully huge cock as it entered and exited from Cindy’s tight young cunt. Her tongue dragged the shaft, her lips sucking at their joining, her needy pussy grinding hard into Cindy’s side.

Eliana was at Samuel’s side, where she belonged, his First Wife, kissing and moaning and cooing and urging him on. Grinding her own pussy into his side, so he could feel how wet just watching him fuck another woman got her. Pushing at his hips when he pushed into Cindy so he could know how badly it excited her to feel him utterly control the body of a mind-controlled slavewife.

Eliana, a bit unlike Cindy and Kenza, was perfectly aware she was being mind controlled. She was perfectly aware that Samuel had ruined her life, ruined her for anyone else, ruined any dreams she may have had of fame and fortune as a supermodel. She knew that Samuel had transformed her entirely into a glory-seeking, vainglorious, haughty wifepet who existed purely to make his Cock Hard.

And she loved it. She loved being it, she loved knowing it, and she loved not being able to stop it. It was her whole fucking life and she never, ever wanted it to end.

It was the first time he fucked them in the bed because the gorgeous blond Kenza and the delectably busty Cindy had only really become his wives in the past twenty-four hours. Samuel had brought them both into his home to brainwash them completely. Eliana was supposed to assist. It had been going beautifully with Cindy, who took to the brainwashing and re-conditioning like an absolutely good girl.

She begged for it even still now that she was completely mindfucked, licking the special headset Samuel had perfected to make her Daddy hard and to convince him to wipe her mind again and again and fill it only with pure, dreamy thoughts of his virile white seed and his big, gorgeous Cock.

But, before everyone had been properly brainwashed, Kenza had escaped, trying to take Cindy and Eliana with her. Kenza, silly girl, had resisted. Kenza—even sillier—had thought somehow Eliana had wanted to get away.

Eliana’s mind was far too fucked to let that happen. And she loved her fucked mind. She loved that she was brainwashed. She loved that she was nothing more than a happy, giggly, sexy trophy for her man.

During the escape attempt, Kenza had explained Eliana’s old life to her—she was a model. A famous one. Cindy was her model girlfriend. Kenza was her modeling rival. Samuel, it seemed, had a thing for models—and he was trying to brainwash them to prove his worth in the town.

The more high-profile captures he had, the more he could charge for his services, and the more money he could bring into the town. The higher their status would be.

Kenza found this disgusting; Eliana found it mouth-watering and pussy-moistening. Her man was so strong and handsome and smart to come up with such an amazing plan! He would make their status so fucking important and respected in the town!

And he Deserved it. God, what he Deserved! He Deserved so much.

He Deserved Kenza. Worshiping his Cock. Slaving over it with those beautiful lips. Slobbering over it like she was right now in the bedroom, making out with Cindy’s clit with her lips and tongue brushing on top of his enormous, thick-headed Cock while Eliana whispered soft, urgent, needy thoughts in her DaddyHusband’s ear.

So, of course, during the escape, Eliana had re-fucked Kenza’s head. Kenza had taken the special headset Samuel used to brainwash his girls, probably as evidence of his “wrongdoing.” Eliana had slipped it back on Kenza’s head and made her believe all the values and principles that a good slave bimbo wife did.

But it was also the last time he would fuck his girls in his bed like this. He had already shot his load into Cindy multiple times—marking her as his, emptying his virile seed into her hyper-fertile womb. Part of the program that Samuel put his girls on was a strict regimen of pills, all of which improved fertility, bone health, hair growth, and skin shine.

Eliana had benefited so much from it. She wished she could find out where he kept the pills so she take extra big doses to make herself even more perfect for him. That was probably why he kept it secret.

Kenza’s turn was next. Fucking her would be a real treat for Samuel. She had resisted so much. She had tried taking Eliana and Cindy away from him! It would be such a beautiful piece of justice for Samuel to fuck her full of his seed until she couldn’t possibly belong to anyone but him.

But, he was hesitant. Eliana had to convince him. Men were coming tomorrow to take Kenza away from him. They would have taken Cindy too, but Samuel had already cum in her. Imprinting her with his seed. She wouldn’t be loyal to anyone else from now on. She’d always need Samuel.

Eliana knew this, because he had done that to Eliana as well. Shortly after completely fucking up her fragile, shattered psyche, he made his Cock and Seed the only things that made her whole.

He was so clever like that. Now he forever had a pair of supermodel fuckpets to do with as he pleased.

But he had been told by his “superiors” in the town—a term which Eliana would never understand, no one was superior to Samuel—that he would have to give up his unclaimed property.

Which is why, as Kenza and Cindy dutifully worshiped his Cock with their mouths, Eliana stroked his chest and urged him to claim Kenza.

“It’s just…you could have her, darling,” she moaned. “You could have her, forever, and you deserve her.”

“It’s not that simple, babe.” He had long pauses between several words as Cindy came and Kenza’s tongue lashed around his turgidity. “If it was, Christ, god, that’s good…if it was that simple, I’d own fifteen of you.”

That thought delighted Eliana. Fifteen or more. Twenty-five. One hundred. Why not? He could handle it. And she could run it all for him.

She imagined a vast estate—no, a palace. A compound stretching across acres of manicured lawns and marble fountains, where every hallway echoed with the sound of heels clicking against polished floors. Hundreds of women, thousands even, each one plucked from the pinnacle of fame and beauty. Actresses who'd won Oscars, their gold statuettes melted down and reforged into collars. Pop stars whose voices once filled stadiums now used only to moan Samuel's name. Athletes with bodies honed to physical perfection, their Olympic medals gathering dust while they perfected the art of deepthroating. News anchors, CEOs, princesses, heiresses—every woman who'd ever been photographed, envied, desired—all of them wearing the headset in rotation, all of them learning their true purpose.

Eliana would run it like a military operation. She'd have a ranking system, of course. The newest acquisitions would start at the bottom, spending their days in the training wings where the headsets never came off and Samuel's recorded voice played on endless loop. They'd learn to walk properly in six-inch heels, to apply makeup with trembling, eager hands, to orgasm on command with just a word. The middle tier would be the ones who'd graduated from basic training—the ones who could recite their mantras without prompting, who'd forgotten their last names and could only remember "Yes, Master" or “Yes, Mistress.” They'd staff the house proper, cooking meals they'd never eat, cleaning rooms that never got dirty, arranging flowers and themselves in whatever configuration most pleased their Master.

And at the top, just below Eliana herself, would be the elite. The ones like Cindy and Kenza would eventually become—utterly broken, completely remade, so thoroughly fucked in the head that they'd beg to help break in the new girls. They'd be the enforcers, the missionaries of Samuel's gospel. They'd hold down the struggling newcomers while the headset went on. They'd whisper encouragement while Samuel's Cock tore through resistance and identity alike. They'd smile beatifically while another famous face went slack with programming.

Eliana would coordinate it all from her throne—yes, an actual throne, why the fuck not?—positioned so she could watch Samuel's comings and goings, so she could observe every corner of their kingdom.

It made her so fucking wet to be such a good wife for her man.

She put her hand against Kenza’s mouth, pushing hard. Cindy got the idea and slid away, eagerness replacing the vapid stare of her “Getting-Fucked” state. She quickly arranged herself so that she was next to Kenza on Samuel’s Cock, kissing obediently but whispering little thoughts of worship while she pushed with Eliana—guiding Kenza’s head up and down her Master’s Cock.

Cindy couldn’t stop whispering thoughts of adoration: *

*You’re the Best, Samuel. *

*You’re so Strong, Samuel. *

*I’m so lucky to have you as a Husband, Master. *

*I Love You, Husband. *

“It’s just…you’re so strong, Samuel,” Eliana whispered. “You deserve Kenza. You deserve Cindy. You deserve me. Shouldn’t you have all of us? Shouldn’t you have more of us?”

He looked at her steadily, the desire clear in his eyes. “I know what you’re doing, Eliana.”

“And yet you’re not stopping me. Gosh, Samuel. You could with just one word. Isn’t that interesting? It’s like you want me to do it. It’s like I can’t help but do everything that you want me to do.”

“Ugh.”

Cindy popped Kenza’s mouth off his cock and guided the blonde’s tits upward—smooshing his heavy, dense Cock between his own abdomen and Kenza’s tits and mouth. Cindy pushed and pulled Kenza up and down. Kenza, who could barely speak she was so fucking turned on and newly brainwashed. Kenza, who couldn’t even make words—completely controlled by other mind-controlled girls as she worked up and down on her new Master’s Cock.

“You could just take her forever.”

Cindy agreed. “You can do anything, Master.”

“You’ll make the money back. You don’t have to sell her. There’s all kinds of ways we can keep the house. With the three of us on your side, who would be able to deny that you’re at Magnus level? That you’re at Elysian?”

Eliana barely knew what an Elysian was or really what it meant. What she did know was that it was at the top and so she wanted it for herself.

“Fuck. God. The two of you…three of you…you’re so hot…”

Eliana softly pushed Samuel back on the bed and all the girls rearranged themselves accordingly. She nodded to Cindy, who smiled and positioned Kenza so that the blonde started to ride Samuel’s Cock. They took it slow, giving him plenty of time to refuse—but he did not.

Cindy snuggled up next to Samuel on one side and Eliana on the other. They murmured and moaned and cooed in his ear while his massive cock thrust deep into Kenza’s waiting, tight pussy again and again.

“You’re the Man, Samuel.” Cindy’s hands all up in Eliana’s hair and on Kenza, guiding her.

“You’re our Man.” Eliana stroking his chest and kissing him over and over.

“We’re so Lucky we’re yours.”

“We’re so blessed to be yours.”

“We’re so deeply lucky to know You.”

“We’re so deeply blessed to experience this.”

“Kenza is so lucky to be on Your Cock.”

“She can’t stop cumming. She’ll never stop cumming now that she’s yours.”

“She’ll cum again and again and again and it will be because of you.”

“Because our beauty, and our bodies, and our minds, and our souls…”

They finished together. “Belong entirely to you.”

Samuel could hold it in no longer. Looking up at Kenza’s pristinely tiny, slender body. Her gorgeous face so contorted with ecstasy. Powering his hips upwards, nearly knocking her into the ceiling fan, he came in her.

He marked her.

There was no turning back now. The air felt like it swept out of the room as they all came down. Eliana and Cindy had cum spectacularly, seeing their MasterHusband come into another girl—they always came when they saw that because they were Good Wives.

They took several minutes to kiss and coo and mew over one another before Samuel finally pinned Eliana underneath him—hard again, and ready to take his first wife.

“So,” he said to Eliana. “I take it you have some kind of plan?”