Samuel led Eliana into the garage, taking care with the several locks on the door.

“If you continue to show me what a good girl you are, what a good wife, you’ll receive keys to all these locks, and all the locks on every door of the house. I want to let you in all the way, Eliana.”

Eliana nodded, dripping with lust. She would make it there—she would earn his trust. It would be so easy. All she had to do was look gorgeous—which she did so naturally anyway—and do what he said, which is what she wanted to do.

Brenda was left out, left tied up. Brenda was excluded. She wasn’t a real wife, not yet—just property of Samuel now that he’d fucked her before her previous owner had.

The garage was cool. Still wearing nothing but her silk robe, lingerie, and heels, Eliana pushed into Samuel for warmth. She let her hands roam over his large frame, enjoying the fact of having a strong Husband. Almost right away she started grinding into him, her needy cunt leaking sweet honey to lubricate her entrance for him if he decided to bless her with his massive Cock again.

She needed to be fucked by him so bad. Forced. Taken. Pushed and choked and pumped full of his seed. She was sure she was pregnant from earlier, but what if they could make double¬-sure? Or triple? Quadruple? Ungh.

“Dear, pay attention, all right? Have a look around.”

She did as instructed, stopping the worshipful murmuring and stroking of his Cock that she hadn’t realized she’d started.

The garage was large enough for three ports. One was taken up his car—a lovely designer sedan with heavy wheels and four doors. Filling the other two ports were a workshop of some kind. There were multiple tables dense with materials and equipment she didn’t recognize, tools and restraints. Then in the middle of all those were a trio of bright spotlights, facing down, illuminating a pair of beautiful young women tied to chairs.

His hand pushed up into Eliana’s ass, leading her forward. Long, thick fingers pushing up into her pussy.

Still looking, examining as instructed, she saw the girls had struggled a lot. Marks on their wrists and ankles where the ropes had dug in. Marks on their throats, their arms. Little gripping bruises.

Samuel waited for her to respond. Eliana steadied herself with her hand on his Cock, stroking him idly through his pants.

“You…you kidnapped these girls?”

“Good girl. You figured it out.”

She came. That phrase. Good girl. She could not help but cum when she heard that phrase. Her body clung to his, harder, pussy pulsing and her whole body grinding. And because she came, she needed his Cock even more—her hand sliding over across his crotch and unleashing his thick shaft once more from his pants entirely. Stroking him as she came and whimpered and they looked at his captured girls together.

They were both taller than average, like her. One was deeply blond, her hair so thick and shiny that Eliana immediately felt an impulse to cut it off to use it as a blanket. The other was brunette—almost the same shade as Brenda—and significantly bustier than either Eliana, the blonde, or Brenda. Both had gorgeous, aesthetically-perfect faces—cheekbones, jawlines, lips—all picture-perfect.

The blonde was held under a blindfold. She looked motionless and wore tiny shorts and a half-unbuttoned cardigan sweater.

The brunette, with nothing on but a crop-top and a pair of rapidly dissolving panties, had an elaborate headset over her skull, and whimpered ceaselessly.

“O..bey…o…bey…o…bey…”

Her voice was soft and breathy. Her dripping pussy had made a puddle in her chair, on the floor. Her legs glistening. Eliana, stroking her Husband harder as she looked, saw that headset-girl’s pussy was cumming nonstop, flooding her body with pleasure.

“Pay attention,” he said, almost admonishing.

Her body immediately responded, as if triggered—and the waves of pleasure subsided. She continued to stroke, but it was more languid, less frantic. She enjoyed the slick, warm feel of his precum lubricating every stroke.

“What do you see?”

“I see one girl unconscious,” she said. “Another with some kind of headset on.”

“That’s right.”

“They’re both quite lovely. At least I think they are…the one is blindfolded, and the other has the headset. But they’re thin and busty and their legs are long. They have nice bone structure. Not as nice as mine, of course…but they are attractive. Will you be fucking them, Master?”

He shrugged. “Probably. But that’s not why they’re here.”

“You could fuck them. You’re so big. You could do anything you want with them.”

He took a long time before answering that, watching her stroke him and breathing heavily.

“They’re here to prove a point. The leaders of this town don’t like taking girls of this kind of status. They say it brings trouble. But I’m a visionary, Eliana. I got you. And I think having girls like this on our payroll is going to take this town to the next level.”

“Yes, Darling. You’re a visionary.”

It felt so wonderful, knowing she was married to someone with vision.

“This is the business of this town,” he explained. “We take in women from around the world and make them into good girls like you, Eliana. Isn’t that terrific?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. That’s so wonderful. You deserve so many good girls doing what you say. When can I hold them down for you?”

“What?”

“I want to hold them down while you take them and fuck them pregnant. You could do it while their minds still don’t belong to you all the way if you want. I would be very helpful then. That is what you want, isn’t it? If you get them pregnant, then they’ll belong to you forever. Like me. I just know you got me pregnant tonight. I think I can feel it…”

Again he had to stop, grunting and facing her. His cockhead pushing up against her tight belly.

“Christ,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot. I knew you were beautiful…but your mind is so fucked up. I didn’t put in hardly half of what you’re spouting.”

She liked his admiration. She wanted to prove she deserved it. So—as much as it hurt, she tore herself away from his perfect Husbandly form and Cock and strutted over to headset girl.

“What’s her name?”

“That’s Cindy. The other is Kenza.”

“Cindy. That’s so pretty.” She ran a hand through Cindy’s hair. “She’s so pretty.”

“Do you recognize her?” He gestured. “Take it off. The bindings too. She’s cooked.”

Slowly, Eliana undid the restraints around Cindy’s head and then her ankles and arms. She took care to bend over deliberately, showcasing her own perfect ass to Samuel as she did so. Samuel was so perfect and so handsome as a husband and she needed to let him Know how much she adored his eyes on her utterly sculpted, beautiful body at all times, even during the simplest and most routine of actions like untying a new slave.

Cindy’s eyes were hazel, dark in the dim light of the garage but brighter forest green if her head turned the right direction under the spotlight. She was absolutely gorgeous; she resembled to Eliana the kind of femme fatale who might show up in a private detective’s office in old movies. Her hair was disheveled but still perfectly soft and thick as Eliana stroked it over and over.

Cindy’s eyes were empty. Mouth full of drool.

“There’s all kinds of different methods that we’re allowed to use. It’s whatever we bring to the table, honestly. There’s more than a few stage hypnotists who just got too disgruntled to try anything else but mesmerize girls into being theirs. They usually have to use hard drugs to keep the girls in line for a long period, though. Others use neural implants. There’s all kinds. Hormone control, drugs in the water, you name it.”

“You use the headset-thingy.”

He nodded. “It’s my design. Or my update of an older design. The first was by Mr. Striker, so that’s why he claims original ownership of anything I make and takes such a big cut of the percentage…anyway. Most of the town is using them now. Most of the men who live here pay for the headsets and they pay for licenses for women. The higher the profile of a woman, the more expensive the license is. When I sold enough of the headsets to enough of the men here, I bought the license for you.” He paused, smiling and stroking her hair. “You were really fucking expensive, doll.”

“Good.”

His smile broadened. Eliana tittered happily. She knew he would like that.

“Using this headset, we imprint them,” Samuel explained. “We teach them how to be good girl slaves. They have to understand that they need to obey a man. Please a man. Be his forever. So we…have them please a man. Obey a man.”

“You fuck them while you’re fucking up their minds?”

“Yes.”

“And if you do it enough…they become yours?”

“Yes. There’s one last cycle to permanently affix a girl to someone. The headsets are portable. They cost five million each. The care plan for them is a few hundred thousand a year. We can upgrade them, fix server issues…you don’t understand what I’m saying, do you?”

“I understand you get rich by fucking up the heads of pretty girls so they obey men. Specific men. Rich men. Men like you. Only there are no men like you, because you’re a visionary.”

He flushed again. “Yes.”

“That’s really hot.”

“Do you recognize her?” he asked again. “I was wondering if you would.”

Eliana stopped to consider—still holding Cindy’s delicately beautiful face in one hand, shifting it this way and that. Squeezing her cheeks. Her cunt pulsed with the power she had over the young beauty.

“I’m not sure. She seems familiar. But then, all beautiful things seem sort of familiar, don’t they? Filling a space in your head you didn’t know was there.”

“Fuck. You’re so hot. I really knocked it out of the park with you.”

Cindy started to stumble out of the chair. Eliana held her up and slid her pretty face against her cunt. It was kind of an accident, kind of not. Cindy immediately started probing with her tongue, looking, trying to please.

“I have this theory,” said Samuel, “untested in this community, that the bond will be stronger and easier to apply if a woman helps. Like parents. One daddy, teaching order…”

Eliana nodded. “And a mommy teaching nurture.”

Cindy’s tongue wasn’t very talented. Eliana murmured for her to be slower, to go a-pace, and right away the licking became more concentrated. Looking at Samuel, Eliana’s whole body vibrated with the need to cum already, and Cindy’s sudden talents only made that need amplify. She shuddered, barely holding herself in, knowing that good wives only came when their Husbands said they could.

A feeling of power filled her. Changing Cindy, just like that, at the gentlest suggestion.

She looked at her husband then, measuring him carefully.

“You did this to me.”

“Yes.”

Eliana licked her lips.

“I see.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“You’re letting me know. You didn’t have to. I don’t think Brenda knows anything about this.”

“None of the wives do. It’s not allowed.”

Eliana’s heart sung. He was breaking rules for her.

“I put some thoughts in your head that I wouldn’t ever put in another wife’s head.” He spoke to her very earnestly. “I’m serious, Eliana. I want a lot of girls servicing me.”

“You Deserve that.”

“I know. But with you…I feel very strongly.”

Eliana purred inwardly. Brimming with happiness.

“Does that mean you knew me before you took me?”

“No. But I knew of you. I watched you.”

“You were obsessed with me?”

“I guess I was.”

“You were obsessed with me. You took me. Against my will. Maybe I kicked and screamed?”

“At first.”

“I must have fought a lot.”

He shrugged. “They all do. At first.”

“But you don’t care. Your Cock doesn’t care. Your Cock is always right.”

“Yes.” Precum spurted from his Cock; Eliana was saying the right things. He continued. “And I can tell I was right about you. Special orders I gave you, like I said. I knew when I took you I wanted to run this whole damn town. And so I let you in on that. I made it something you want as well.”

Eliana considered for a moment. She did want that.

“How do you feel about that?” he asked.

She had trouble speaking. So many emotions—all of them dripping with red hot lust and love—filled her all at once. She needed his Cock down her throat just to let her know what to say. Everything she really wanted to say was some variation of a moan or groan of her vocal cords compressed by his massive meat shoving into her esophagus.

But he had asked her a question. She needed to answer like a good wife.

She stepped away from Cindy to clear her head and—remembering herself, led the young beauty’s mouth over toward Samuel and unzipped him, rapidly placing his Cock down Cindy’s urgent, aching throat. There was a moment of protest from Cindy—a slight widening of her blank eyes, the merest sounds of distress—and then comforted once her Daddy’s Cock slid inside her throat.

She was ready to answer—answer in the way that he deserved, with his Cock being pleasured and her eyes only on Him.

“Wait,” he said.

He withdrew from Cindy for a moment—Cindy whimpering after him, her lips kissing and slurping at empty air as his Cock slid back into his pants.

“I want a drink. The wine from dinner is still cool. Do you want anything?”

“I-I need a drink of water,” she said.

He nodded and walked out of the garage. Gratitude filled her. He understood how difficult it was for her to answer right away because of the permanent lust-addling he’d committed to her brain. He was so kind and warm to her. He had just told her the hottest thing imaginable—that he fucked up the minds of whatever girls he wanted to turn them into slaves for himself and others, and that he had done that to her, and that he had molded her to help him break the rules so as to increase his (and therefore her) status! What a man! He knew she just needed to gather herself and then she would be able to attentively see to his every erotic need and help him raise these fuckslave pseudo-daughters however he wished.

She watched his backside appreciatively as he stepped back into the splendor of their home. Already, she began planning the many renovations she would attempt were his plans to increase their standing in the town to come true. She deserved such things—she was a considerable beauty, after all.

She was so fucking wet. As soon as he returned she would march right up to him and beg to service his Cock with Cindy’s mouth while he explained everything to her—and if she lost track, then she would just have to have suck him off herself so she could really focus. Samuel could handle it—he was always so Hard, what a fucking Man he was!

Behind her, a crash.

Suddenly Kenza—awake, alert, unrestrained—was on her. She held the headset in one hand, clutching it wildly almost like a club. She had freed herself somehow from all her restraints. Waiting for an opening.

She pushed Eliana to the entrance and frantically locked it, bright blue eyes wild and panicked. She held a hand to Eliana’s mouth and shushed her.

“He’ll be back at any moment. We have to move.”

Dragging Eliana by the hand, she ran to the car and opened it.

“Keys!” she hissed, finding them in the front seat. “I can’t believe it. The gall…”

Eliana, stunned, horny, finding it hard to think, didn’t know what to say or do. She watched as Kenza gathered up Cindy and shoved her into the car first. Cindy, giggling, immediately began to finger herself once inside.

“D-dear?” she called out. “Husband? She’s—”

Kenza slammed her against the car and then, shuffling, opened it and rushed her inside.

“Shut up!” she whispered.

Eliana heard shouts from inside the house. Kenza slipped into the driver seat, popped open the garage, and they were gone.