They stopped at a diner on the edge of town.

As they pulled in, Cindy and Eliana both pouted at their fun ending. Cindy had been in the backseat rubbing Samuel’s shoulders as he drove. Eliana was in the front with Kenza jammed between the various instruments of the dash and Samuel’s Cock. She was too headfucked from the headset to be able to move herself properly, so Eliana took it upon herself to guide her up and down Samuel’s ultra-hard Cock, regularly banging her skull against the steering wheel as she did.

Each time Kenza's forehead cracked against the steering wheel, Eliana felt a white-hot surge of satisfaction radiate through her core. Not from her pain, exactly—nothing sadistic—but something purer. Righteousness. The physical manifestation of truth being hammered into resistant flesh. Kenza's skull meeting the wheel was the sound of reality asserting itself, of the natural order being restored one brutal thrust at a time.

"Deeper," Eliana murmured, pressing down harder on the back of Kenza's head. "Take it all the way down, sweetie. Daddy deserves it."

The blonde gagged wetly, her throat convulsing around Samuel's thickness. Her hands flailed uselessly at her sides, fingers twitching with residual motor function that the headset hadn't quite erased yet. But she couldn't pull away. Eliana wouldn't let her. And more importantly, some deep, rewired part of Kenza's brain didn't want to pull away anymore. Her body had accepted what her conscious mind was still struggling to process—that this was where she belonged. Choking on Cock. Being used. Having every last trace of her former self pounded out through her throat. Eliana's pussy clenched with each impact, each wet gagging sound, each moment she felt Kenza's physical resistance crumble a little more.

This was justice. This was karma. Kenza had tried to steal them away from Paradise. Had tried to drag them back to that gray, meaningless world where women pretended they didn't need this. Where they dressed their submission in the language of empowerment and called their cages freedom.

How fucking stupid.

Eliana's smile widened whenever she caught Samuel's gaze lingering on her, straying from the road. That smile—the one she'd practiced a thousand times for cameras, the one that had sold luxury watches and designer handbags and high-end cosmetics—now belonged entirely to him. She could see the recognition in his gaze, the understanding that he'd seen this exact expression in photographs, in advertisements, in his fantasies. He had wanted her badly enough to risk everything. To break laws. To cross lines.

And she was so deeply, eternally grateful.

"I love being yours," she had said, punctuating each word with another brutal thrust of Kenza's head. "I love being your thing. Your property. Your perfect, empty, obedient trophy. I love it so much, darling.”

It was a classic kind of diner with a big white sign. The name of it was Deliah’s, shining in big bright red lettering in the early morning light.

The sun came down low on the impromptu family in the car. Sighing, Samuel popped Kenza off his cock and removed the headset.

“She’s probably mostly cooked by now,” he said. “Come on.”

He brought some extra clothes for them. Eliana felt perfectly natural wearing her lingerie and robe, so she did. Cindy put on a pair of tight hot shorts—she was Eliana’s size—and a tiny sweater top. Kenza was too mindfucked to handle anything more complicated than a slip dress, which she put on and then stumbled after them barefoot.

The diner was mostly deserted. The gloriously leggy Asian waitress behind the counter greeted them while giving the owner a handjob.

“Just a second, lovers! We’ll be right with you.”

There were only two other patrons in the diner. One was at the counter receiving a blowjob from a pink-clad waitress, who was also Asian. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, blond, her heels a shiny glossy pink.

The other patron had another waitress—who looked identical to the one at the counter and the hostess—bent over a table while he drilled her from behind. He saw Samuel and waved merrily, recognizing him. Samuel waved back with a short, cursory smile.

They found a booth near the corner. Samuel positioned himself so he could see the door. He clearly was waiting for someone to arrive.

He was so stressed out. Eliana knew just what he needed. He had cum at least once down Kenza’s throat on the ride there, but that hadn’t been enough and he was still so hard. Cindy was on one side of him, kneeling and pushing her heavy tits on his arm, and Eliana was on the other doing the same. Kenza was underneath, resting her pretty head on his inner-thigh and licking his Cock through his pants.

“Wouldn’t you like to fuck your new toy, darling?” Eliana purred. “Break her in? Christen her as yours?”

She meant Cindy, of course, which he knew.

“I don’t know if she’ll really be mine, is the thing,” said Samuel. “I think there’s some factors that—”

“But I want her to be yours, Samuel. I want my girlfriend to be your wife. Please? Won’t you please fuck her rotten?”

“Fuck. You know she’s your girlfriend?”

Eliana nodded. “I mean, I know she was. Now she can be something even better.”

“Right,” said Cindy. “Who would want to be just a girlfriend to someone like Eliana if I could be her sister-wife? That’s way better. I just…I just need your Cock inside me…and then it can be permanent. What if you got me pregnant?”

Eliana and Cindy both tittered with happiness at the idea. Samuel looked unconvinced.

“Ladies.” He shook his head. “You don’t understand. I know you’re just trying to be good girls, but there’s people coming, and—”

“You could be coming,” said Eliana.

“You make me cum all the time, Master,” said Cindy.

Eliana knew that wasn’t true, not yet, but Cindy said it with such conviction that she believed it. That must have been how she herself sounded all the time. Samuel had really fucked their heads up. He was so powerful. Eliana loved him so much.

“F-fuck.”

He really liked Cindy. Liked looking at her. Eliana could tell. She leaned in to him as he did, locking eyes with his young bride.

“Go on, Daddy. Fuck her. You can fuck her here. You can do anything you want, can’t you? You can do it all.”

“I…fuck.”

Eliana pulled his Cock out. Kenza, underneath them on the table, audibly gasped and came—even though it had been inside of her already for most of the last hour.

“I’m too tired to fend you off. You’re so insistent. I didn’t think you’d be…so convinced…”

Eliana smiled. She loved winning. “It’s just that…”

She grabbed Cindy by the arm and slid her over Samuel’s Cock. Cindy, anticipating this, had already mostly kicked her hot shorts off. Eliana continued.

“…you really deserve multiple wives. Young wives. Famous wives. Wives who are ready to do anything for you.”

“Make you more slaves,” said Cindy, sliding her cunt down completely onto his Cock.

“Make you babies.”

“Make you happy.”

“Make you feel like God.”

Cindy nodded, kissing and crying, so happily full of needy, urgent, immediate cums as his Cock shoved deep up inside her. She was so slick and he was so strong that he was able to push her up and down with hardly any effort at all.

“Do you feel like God, Master?” Cindy asked him.

“We want you to feel like God.”

“We want our Husband to feel like God.”

“Like you’re fucking heaven.”

“Like you can do anything you want.”

Eliana had lost track of who was talking, whether it was her or Cindy. Their voices had begun to sound so similar. And she knew, too, that underneath them, Kenza was pushing her mouth up against the joining of Cindy and Samuel urgently, soaking it in—soaking in everything. Maybe she’d be even more brainfucked than anyone else! That would be so wonderful.

Cindy’s legs wrapped tight around Samuel’s waist, jammed there between the table and the booth. And Eliana wrapped her own thighs around Cindy, intensely rubbing her sopping wet cunt and especially her clit on Cindy’s hard muscle and bone.

“Fuck her, Master. Fuck your new wife.”

“Get me pregnant.”

“Get her pregnant, oh my god! Get her pregnant. Let us be pregnant together.”

“Think of all the hot preggo blowjobs we’ll give you.”

“Think of how big our titties will get!”

“We’ll probably both have twins, you’re such a fucking man, cum in me please!”

Samuel tore his attention between kissing Eliana, kissing Cindy, and holding both tight and just kissing them as much as he possibly could. He needed to cum. Eliana knew he would cum soon.

“Please, Daddy? Please cum in my girlfriend? I’m so happy you fucked up my mind to want this. I’m so happy you fucked up her mind. She’s so fucking controlled by you and so am I and it makes me so fucking hot and I never want it to stop ever and—”

That was what he needed to hear. His cum exploded from him, shooting up hard into Cindy with such ferocity that Eliana actually found herself holding Cindy down—a little afraid she might be knocked off or thrown to the ceiling.

Cindy came wildly with him, thrashing hard on his cock. Where Eliana came quietly and distinctly, dignified and elegant, Cindy was like a young wild supernova of explosive need.

“Oh yes yes yes yes yes oh my god oh my god ohmygod yes!”

The scent of cum—already so thick in the diner—was even heavier now. The other couples that had been fucking had stopped everything they were doing just to watch.

Samuel, Eliana, and Cindy were all still coming down from their love high, kissing and twitching and sharing with each other, when Samuel’s words came true.

Three men wearing sharp pinstripe suits arrived in three cars outside. Each one was paired with a wife, whom they instructed to remain outside. Each wife was patently gorgeous. Eliana recognized Hannah as one of them. Blonde, imperious, and sneering, she immediately started dressing down the other two wives. Eliana could see their tears clearly. Hannah even had them start doing squats in front of her.

Eliana, despite having been on the opposite end of that kind of treatment from Hannah, could only be envious. She wanted to treat people like Hannah did—she wanted to treat everyone like that. She wanted the status.

The men approached Samuel, who shuffled Cindy down under the table with Kenza where they both attended his Cock under Eliana’s wordless direction.

These men wore short-brimmed hats and sunglasses, looking sort of like G-Men. The one in front had a thin mustache and was the kind of virile, old man whose appearance belied his age—except for his hands. His hands easily put him at seventy years-old or beyond, even though his body was still fit and capable.

“You’ve really made a fine mess of this,” he said, drawing himself up and turning his nose to one side.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Striker.”

Ah. So this was Hannah’s Husband. The big bad owner of the town.

“I wasn’t ever sold on this plan to begin with. We’ve been doing fine for years with the program running as is. We take normal girls, girls no one will miss all that much. We’ve always taken normal girls. We can make them into porn stars, into starlets, slaves, into whatever we want. We don’t need to start with famous girls.”

“But the clientele for—”

“I’ve been running this town for a generation, Samuel. Don’t talk to me about clientele. You don’t have a clientele. You have the barest thread of my goodwill left. You’re being cracked down to Neophyte as of tomorrow morning when town hall opens up to put the record in.”

Samuel said nothing. Eliana could feel the anger rising up in him. The things he wanted to say. She wanted so much to comfort him, but that wouldn’t help, not now.

“No? Nothing to say?” Mr. Striker jeered. “You’re usually so quick with a comeback.”

“Words are wasted on a fool’s ears. Isn’t that what you like to say?”

Mr. Striker stopped, frowned, and shook his head. “We’re done here. And so are you. Let’s go.”

Eliana watched them leave. Their wives met them at the door—the two spares with Hannah breathing hard from their impromptu squat routine—greeting them as if they had been away at war, with popped feet and big arm embraces.

“Samuel,” she said. “Don’t you think all those women would look good kneeling before you? Maybe with their husbands apologizing and giving you everything they have?”

He laughed. “Yes, dear. Of course they would.”

Eliana studied them outside, watched them walk all the way to their cars.

“Yes. I think so too.”