“I…I don’t know that we should do this,” said Kenza.

“Don’t be silly, dear. We talked about this. Of course this is what to do.”

“Of course it is,” Kenza repeated, obediently. “I…I-I just…I’m not sure. Wh-what if…”

Eliana shushed her with a soft kiss on the cheek. “Trust me, sweetie. Okay?”

Kenza whimpered and nodded, shuffling on the sheets.

They were on the bed, entangled with one another. Kenza faced the door, and Eliana cuddled up tight against her. Kenza didn’t know it yet, but Eliana had the headset just within reach and out of view. Kenza had left it on the ground when she went to the bathroom and didn’t look for it when she returned from her multiple orgasms, dazed and still whimpering and flushed.

The orgasms weren’t making Kenza’s life easier; Eliana knew they would only make it harder. Kenza needed a real orgasm now—a Cock orgasm. And she would only receive that from Samuel.

It was night now. While Kenza had been in the bathroom, Eliana used cord from the window blinds to make it appear as though she had tied Cindy to the bed, and softly whispered more lines of sweet hot worship to Cindy’s vulnerable, fertile mind.

*Samuel is God.*

*Samuel is Husband.*

*You Obey Husband.*

*You Obey God.*

*You Obey Samuel.*

*You Love Samuel.*

*You Love God.*

*You Love Husband.*

And on and on.

When Kenza returned, Eliana explained that they needed to spend the night in the same bed with each other.

“If we don’t, that means one of us will be on the bed with Cindy, and then we’ll start cumming with her. And that seems wrong, doesn’t it? She’s so far gone.”

In fact, Cindy was more calm than she had been this entire time. Kenza tallied that up to cumming herself into exhaustion—but really it was because Cindy’s mind was more laser-focused on appropriate thoughts for a new WifeSlave because of how Eliana had been rapidly training her for service to Samuel, the only Male who mattered.

But Kenza went along with it, with only a minor complaint.

“Why don’t I sleep on the floor?”

“Don’t be silly, sweetie,” Eliana had said. “You’re a model. Models don’t sleep on the floor.”

“Oh. Right.” She nodded. “Of course.”

It was so easy to manipulate her now that Eliana knew the trigger words. Samuel probably would have taught them to her if he had had the time—instead he just gave her a few over the phone in their brief call earlier. Kenza had interfered with her own training—a trespass for which she would pay dearly—but first Eliana had to fuck up her mind proper.

In the bed, Kenza’s body pressed up against Eliana’s. She had stripped down to underwear. She had tried for a little while to get in the bed with a shirt on but it kept itching her nipples. More conditioning. Now she was topless, wearing only plain white nearly-sheer panties, pushing her rear against Eliana’s crotch.

Eliana could feel the heat from the spectacularly stacked blond, the way her body micro-squirmed under Eliana’s soft touch. Eliana tugged herself tighter against Kenza, enjoying playing with her. Like a new toy. Her own cunt was sopping wet; she still just wore the lingerie from her dinner with Samuel.

Kenza’s pelvic bone was a delight to touch. So sharp and diagonal. So long and pronounced. Eliana danced her fingers along it and then rubbed them, making happy sounds deep in her throat.

“Eliana…” Kenza whimpered. “Would you…would you not tease me like that?”

Across from them, Cindy looked on with big eyes. Licking her lips at the two models. One of them her former girlfriend not-too-slowly-and-definitely-surely seducing the other. Eliana locked eyes with Cindy and slid her hands down into Kenza’s panties, deliberately misreading her words.

She and Cindy had the same thoughts now, happy servant girl sister slaves to Master.

This is for Samuel.

This is for Samuel.

This is for Samuel.

Kenza was as wet as her scent advertised. The second that Eliana’s fingers touched her, she squirmed, pushing both back and toward.

“Th-that wasn’t what I meant, oh god…oh god, Cindy is right there…”

Cindy was right there, watching and pulsing with her hips. Knowing that her time would come soon.

“Isn’t it nicer this way?” asked Eliana. “Isn’t it just so pleasant to be with each other? I heard you making yourself cum earlier. You didn’t have to do that. The two of us could have helped you.”

“N-no.” Kenza shook her head. “We just need to get some sleep. We’ll feel better in the morning, away from him. And then I’ll take us in to the nearest police station, or back home, a-and we’ll f-figure it all out and holy fuck your fingers are so warm ohmygod—”

Her voice became a dribble of hot whimpers, needy and squirming just like the rest of her. Eliana kissed her neck and shoulders and Kenza, quivering, turned her head and kissed her back. Their lips touching heatedly. With her head turned, Cindy slipped off the bed and maneuvered around, slinking until she snatched the headset from Eliana’s outstretched hand.

Eliana tugged at Kenza, making her face her entirely. Getting her warm and gooey for Samuel. Her fingers sliding up deep inside of her.

“You’re such a good kisser, baby,” Eliana said.

“Thank you.”

Kenza’s voice was very quiet. Eyes big. Searching for meaning in Eliana’s Husband-owned gaze.

“He’s going to like you so much. You’ll be such a good girl for him.”

Kenza shook her head and started to sit up. “No. No. God, I knew it. I knew you were still all fucked. But you’re so hot and—”

She sat up straight into the headset, waiting there under Cindy’s grip.

“N-noooo…!”

She thrashed and began to scream. Lights flickered on the headset as it powered on. Cindy held it place while Eliana held her arms. The two of them slowly hugged and tugged Kenza down to the bed even as she kicked and struggled. Cindy’s hand went over her mouth and nose, covering up the noise of her screams. She had sounded so far like nothing except for a passionate lover—no one in the lonely motel would investigate.

Kenza's pupils dilated immediately, the brilliant sapphire blue of her irises shrinking to thin rings around expanding black voids. The headset wrapped around her skull like a crown of thorns, metallic nodes pressing against specific points—temples, the base of the skull, the crown, just behind each ear. Each contact point glowed with a soft pulsing blue light that synchronized with her racing heartbeat.

“…nooo…”

Her thrashing slowed within seconds. The rigid tension in her muscles—the fight-or-flight response that had her body coiled like a spring—began to unwind. Her legs stopped kicking. Her arms went slack in Eliana's grip. The muffled screams behind Cindy's hand transformed into confused whimpers, then softer sounds, then nothing at all except breathing.

The lights on the headset pulsed faster. Kenza's eyes, which had been darting frantically around the room searching for escape or rescue, began to track the rhythm of the lights instead. Left temple pulse, right temple pulse, crown pulse, base pulse. Her gaze followed each flash even though the lights were behind her line of sight, as if her brain was already mapping the pattern, already surrendering to it.

"Gooood girl," Eliana whispered, stroking Kenza's hair. "Just let it happen."

Kenza's mouth opened wider beneath Cindy's palm, but not to scream anymore. Her tongue emerged, licking at Cindy's fingers with unconscious need. Her hips began to rock gently, an involuntary movement that grew more pronounced with each pulse cycle. The wet spot on her white panties expanded rapidly, the fabric becoming transparent as her arousal soaked through.

Eliana and Cindy smiled at each other. Winked. Licked their lips. Their hot pussies dripping all over Kenza’s legs, each of them straddling one of her thin thighs between their own.

That was the last thing Kenza saw before her mind went away for good, before she became a perfectly brainwashed fuckpet for Samuel forever—Eliana and Cindy smiling at each other and beginning to chant.

“We’re such good girls for Him. We’re such good girls for Him. We’re such good girls for Him…”

* * * * *

Samuel arrived about two hours later while Kenza’s brain was still cooking. The scene he entered into would have been worth several million dollars to photograph. Eliana and Cindy sat up against the headboard of the bed, softly and insistently making out with one another. Kenza’s head was between Eliana’s legs, the headset still on. Kenza’s fingers were deep inside Cindy’s never-been-Cock-fucked pussy.

Cindy and Eliana turned with dreamy, needy eyes as Samuel entered. They looked at him and just came, and came again, for more than a minute. Big, wet, doe-eyed innocent looks.

Samuel stood in the doorway, backlit by the motel's exterior lights, his silhouette broad and commanding. He took in the tableau before him with the practiced eye of a sculptor admiring his unfinished masterpiece. Three of the world's most photographed women, combined net worth in the hundreds of millions, reduced to this—a tangle of limbs and need and mindless devotion centered entirely on him.

Eliana's dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring one breast while the other remained fully visible through the sheer lace of her lingerie. Her lips were swollen from kissing, slick with saliva and Cindy's taste. She held Cindy's face gently between her hands, tilting it toward Samuel as if presenting an offering. Her eyes—those famous brown eyes that had sold everything from perfume to luxury cars—held nothing now but worship and pride. Look what I caught for you, those eyes said. Look what I prepared.

Cindy herself was transformed beyond recognition from the confident, self-possessed model who'd graced a thousand magazine covers. Her eyes—darker now in the low light—were completely vacant, pupils blown wide with pleasure and programming. Drool escaped the corner of her mouth as she stared at Samuel, her fingers still working mechanically inside Kenza even as her own body trembled with another rolling orgasm. The crop top she wore had ridden up to expose the underside of her breasts, and her nipples were visible through the thin fabric, hard as diamonds.

But it was Kenza who drew Samuel's attention most completely.

The headset had been on her for two full hours now—far longer than the initial session Cindy had received, and with none of the breaks or intervals Samuel usually employed for first-time subjects. The lights pulsed in a rapid, almost violent rhythm now, each node glowing bright enough to illuminate Kenza's face from above with an eerie blue wash. Her expression was slack, mouth hanging open, a thin line of drool connecting her lower lip to Eliana's inner thigh. Her eyes had rolled back so far that only the whites showed.

“Hello, Darling,” said Eliana. “We’re so happy you made it. Do you want to join us?”

He obviously did, but he looked a little panicked.

“Did she call anyone? Did anyone see her?”

Eliana shook her head. “Just the clerk at the front.”

“She didn’t call anyone? You’re sure?”

“I talked her out of it.”

“Good. That’s so good.” He remembered himself after a moment. “Good girl.”

Eliana came again, tightening her thigh’s grip around Kenza’s skull.

“Won’t you join us, sir?”

He shook his head. “We have to get out of here. It’s not safe. I had to get a taxi to come here. People saw. There will be questions.”

She extricated herself from Kenza—guiding the blonde over to Cindy’s pussy—and walked over and embraced her Husband. He needed her embrace; he needed to be reassured. She could do that for him. Her tongue skated across his lips and then in, joining lips with him in a passionate, life-altering kiss—like it had been ten years since he had seen him last and not just a matter of hours. They kissed for a long time. She loved kissing her husband. Right away, her hands went to his Cock. Cindy slid away from Kenza, leaving the blonde whimpering and licking air, and came kneeling at the edge of the bed to paw at Samuel’s Cock with Eliana.

He pushed them both away. Eliana’s heart filled with admiration. He was able to resist two brainwashed supermodels who needed his Cock because of his sense of duty. What a man!

“We have to go, right now.”

“Can we at least have Kenza suck you off while you drive? She needs to be conditioned to you, Husband, or else someone else might be able to take her. And don’t you deserve three brainfucked supermodel wives adoring Your Cock?

He agreed that he did.