“No, I can’t go out tonight,” Mae told her roommate. “I’ve got to study. I might not be back until late, actually, I was going to go over to the library.” The library was, after all, somewhere Sandy Kidd spent as little time in as possible.

The library was a bad excuse. Mae knew it was a bad excuse, that Sandy would treat it not just as a lie but a lie Mae wasn’t interested whether she believed or not. A few more of those and Sandy would go from annoyed to inquisitive.

On the other hand, Harry had directly ordered her to say she was going to be studying in the library when her roommate tried to get her to wingwoman for her. She had therefore had no choice in the matter but to run with his idea.

Mae knew she wasn’t really as good a worshipful breeder slut as Harry deserved. It was obvious every time that Professor Chase or Lauren Cordiller had a chance to show off their own delighted obedience. Looking at them, Mae knew they were utterly committed to their mutual master.

As for Mae, of course she worshipped the ground Harry worked on, and naturally she would do anything he asked, fulfil his every fantasy, suck his cock and let him fuck her until she was good and bred or anything else.

She just couldn’t quite let go of her sense that he was, while quite good as a coder, sloppy and lazy in his thinking and not as smart as her.

It was a wonder that Professor Chase couldn’t see the same thing, she thought, as Sandy huffed and rolled her eyes. “The library,” Sandy said. “Right.”

Mae looked her in the eye and shrugged. “My Dad sent me a message last week,” she said. “Someone actually reached out to him with concerns.”

The two of them stood opposite one another in a short silence. Sandy sighed and nodded. “That sucks,” she said, but doubtfully. Mae might just look even more like a liar than before.

“It changes things,” she said, and by pretending that she didn’t need to specify what it was, she found she felt a lot more comfortable lying. “I don’t know what my life is going to look like past the next couple of days. I don’t want our friendship damaged because of it. Just… let me figure things out, OK?”

Sandy was looking away as she nodded. “Sure,” she said. Mae was suddenly not at all sure her own lies would have done better than Harry’s.

When in doubt, she reminded herself, stop digging. She shrugged and left the room they shared. She was due to spend the evening with Harry, and giving him proper treatment was a workout on a level she hadn’t been used to. Stopping off for carbs on the way was going to be a good idea.

On the way over, her thoughts picked up the train they’d been following over.

Why couldn’t Professor Chase see that both of them were smarter than Harry? Surely the other woman couldn’t give herself to him so devotedly if she realised. Cordiller either, but that was excusable, she was a student rather than a member of staff. Easy to think other students had to be on your level; it was a mistake Mae had made herself before now.

He might deserve their obedience, he might require their worship, and Mae knew that she would offer him both as a good breeder slut should.

It just didn’t make a lot of sense to her that one of the women hadn’t taken him in hand as the obviously more intelligent members of the group. She’d do it herself, she assured herself, except that she was completely under his control.

Blithely ignoring that this justification applied equally well to the others, she allowed her thoughts to dwell on a revised structure where Professor Chase was his High Priestess, and would presumably organise things like the sucking schedule and breeding rotas, and where she and Lauren occupied roles just below the Professor, with Harry as a sort of prize bull kept for stud.

It would, she told herself again, make much more sense. Perhaps she could raise it with Professor Chase on a night both of them had been chosen to serve, after the two of them together had tired him out.

Of course, a priesthood needed those they outranked. Mae thought from some comments Harry had made that she might be lucky enough to help recruit new breeder sluts to his harem. She hoped so. They would surely look at her as someone above them, in the same way she and (presumably) Lauren Cordiller regarded Professor Chase.

*

For very different reasons, Lauren Cordiller had mixed feelings about her new master Harry.

On the pro side, she had been brainwashed, and the very thought of it gave her a pleasant shiver from the back of her head down to her clit every time it crossed her mind.

She had spent a not inconsiderable time when playing with her fellow schoolchildren explaining to them that if she was the captive she should be tied up or hypnotised or otherwise made to stay where she was.

At the time she had been dismissed and nobody had really thought about it, except that she had always felt like those games of make believe could have been more satisfying if the others had understood. She dreaded the day now that she might get a DM from an old schoolfriend baldly asking if childhood behaviour had been an early indication of adult kink.

Also on the pro side, she was getting regularly fucked in a way she was conditioned to find enjoyable, and her general disdain for the taste of cock had been replaced with an understanding that her role in life was to suck like a slut.

On the con side… well, she’d been brainwashed. It had been a fun fantasy, but it turned out to take a lot more work than she’d thought about, even as part of a harem. Part of that was a surprising amount of admin, which effectively was getting divided between herself and the Professor.

There was also the nagging frustration that… well, there wasn’t an easy way to say it. Lauren was a journalism student, had set out on that course daydreaming about blowing the lid open on some conspiracy or other, admired investigative journalism.

She was now part of the kind of thing she’d wanted to expose and bring down. The irony in knowing about it and not being willing to publish was strong.

Harry hadn’t actually told her to keep it secret, to be fair. It was just that there was a good chance she couldn’t stay his breeder slut if the authorities found out about this. And if she did reveal it, she’d have to confess that she hadn’t seen it coming.

She’d met Harry the previous year, attending the same concert he was. He was heavily into the music, she was looking for more articles under her byline to go in a portfolio. They’d had an awkward but friendly enough conversation, and somehow that had become more than a minor acquaintanceship.

When he’d offered her the chance to try this new VR game he was working on, she’d accepted cheerfully enough. It was a way to kill an hour, nothing more.

By the time she’d realised the game had another agenda, there were enough suggestions inside her to weight down her hands and keep them from reaching up to the headset. That left her in the game, which meant more suggestions, and more brainwashing.

It would be embarrassing to admit that when she broke the story, if she broke the story. She hadn’t quite decided whether Harry had realised the things that would keep her silent - wanting to worship him did rather get in the way of having him arrested, where she might never get to suck her cock again, after all; if she couldn’t suck his cock, if he couldn’t fuck her until she was bred whenever he wanted, what was she even for?

So; mixed feelings about her master. She was convinced she could help him become a better master, but aware of the irony in her thinking so.

Professor Chase seemed to think everything was fine, though. And she’d never seen a shred of doubt in Mae’s expression, whenever she’d seen her. So if both her fellow slaves (she was pretty sure she was the only one who could admit what they were to herself) were perfectly happy with the state of affairs, she should be too.

Perhaps it was her who needed to become a better breeder slut.

*

So far, Lorraine reminded herself, Harry had three worshipful breeder sluts and he was still making sure she got plenty of his cock.

She had started making it a little more likely, admittedly, after Harry made his second conquest without her help; Lauren had seen the sense in organising an availability rota, and when they knew Harry would be wanting to use them, they made sure two of them were always available.

Lorraine was pretty sure Harry hadn’t noticed..She was waiting for him to express a wish for a system just like the one she’d set up, so that she could show him she’d done so already, the better to receive his praise and his seed at once.

She found it very strange how deeply personal and how fully herself it felt to be an obedient, worshipful breeder slut given that she knew, intellectually, that none of that had been part of her personality just a few short months previous.

She wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought that Lauren treated her as more of a role model in submission than Mae did. Lorraine was working on a custom variant experience for Mae, on no firmer basis than the vague conviction that the other woman should be better for Harry.

Lorraine’s mother, she remembered, had been full of contempt for ‘Easter Christians’, who showed up to church once or twice a year and paid it no more than lip service the rest of the time. Mae reminded her of those people, unwilling to put their faith in the object of their worship.

She was confident she could cure that.

So thinking, she finished licking Harry’s cock clean and reverently kissed the tip of his cock, before easing back onto her knees and lifting her gaze to where he was watching her, lying sprawled back on his sofa. “Thank you,” she murmured softly.

Harry just nodded, smiling. They were well past the time when he had occasionally returned her thanks out of surprised reflex. Now he simply took her reverence as his due.

“Will you breed me later?” she asked, her voice still quiet.

“If you’re good,” he answered.

“I know you wanted all three of us together…”

Harry nodded, scooping up his phone. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ve told Lauren to stop by later as well. You’d already arranged for you and Mae to be here all night, right?”

She nodded, startled. He’d noticed, she thought. He’d noticed and simply hadn’t said anything.

He wasn’t obliged to say anything, of course. She was obedient to him, not the other way around. She worshipped him. He simply provided her with someone she should worship, and fucked her when he wanted to. That was right.

But she had expected him to say something, because she had assumed she had the measure of him. Had believed she knew him, because he was very like countless students she had overseen for more than a decade.

“I’ll explain when she gets here, then,” he said. “No need for me to repeat myself, is there?”

“None.” She smiled, and was surprised to realise she meant it. Rising from her knees, she hesitated.

She was programmed to obey him, of course. That was established. But she was also programmed to serve him, and this vaguer instruction was interpreted, at least in her mind, very broadly. So she would wait to receive commands she could obey, whenever she had the chance.

He smiled up at her. “Take a shower and see what you can do to grab my attention when you come back,” he said. She smiled in return, and it was partly relief that she had a command to obey, and partly happiness that she would likely be used again soon.

She hurried to obey.

*

“So,” Harry said, when all three women were in front of hum in appropriate states of partial dress, “Plans. For more of you.”

He grinned wolfishly. Around him, his three conquests kept their expressions blank with an effort.

“First, Mae,” he continued. “I want a status report. How’s the multiplayer coming along?”

“The system should be able to support five at a time now,” Mae answered. Lorraine, who had had no idea Mae had been asked to do any such thing, had looked across at her just in time to see her straighten slightly, as if standing at attention, before giving her answer. “The trick is how many different places they go,” she continued. “If we were only generating subliminals for one location at a time it would be much easier.”

Harry was already nodding. “Lorraine,” he said, and her attention snapped directly back to him, “quality check her work.”

“Yes, Harry,” she said. He tutted.

“That’s another thing. Do any of you three think you’re on the same level as me?”

“No,” Lorraine and Mae said, not quite in chorus. Lauren had shaken her head.

“Right. So you should be addressing me in a way that shows that,” he went on. “In private, at least. Understand?”

The three women exchanged glances. “Yes,” Lorraine said slowly. “How would-”

Lauren’s voice cut firmly across her. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice full of confidence.

Lorraine was put in mind of an etiquette expert correcting someone for an error in a diplomatic presentation, but she saw Harry’s smirk. “Yes, Master,” she echoed, and was rewarded by seeing his smirk deepen.

Mae stayed quiet until Harry looked at her. “Yes,” she said then. “Master.”

Lorraine could hear the pause between the two words. A moment later she discovered that it had been just as clear to Harry.

“Stand at attention, Mae,” he said, his voice soft and quiet.

She did so silently, straightening even further. Her arms came to position along her sides and did not move.

Harry stepped closer. “Lorraine. Lauren. Take an arm each.”

“Yes, Master,” they answered in unison. As Lorraine reached out to take Mae by the elbow of one arm, she felt a thrill run through her. She was acting not alone but as part of something bigger, and it was exciting, it was delightful.

There was a small half-smile on Lauren’s lips, demure, as if anything more might be too much or too demonstrative. Lorraine made a mental note to talk to the younger woman and find out what was really driving her.

Between them, Mae looked at Master with a question in her eyes. He reached out and took her chin between thumb and fingers, holding her gaze steady on his eyes. “Do you serve me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered hesitantly.

“Do you obey me?”

“Yes.”

“When there are no outsiders present, you will address me as Master,” he said, his voice still quiet but holding a firmness in it now that couldn’t be ignored. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she said. Her voice was quieter than is now, and her eyes held a deep uncertainty.

Master was not finished. “Professor Chase understood quickly,” he said. “And Lauren understood immediately. Why didn’t you?”

There was a long pause. “Answer me,” he ground out. “The truth.”

He had given her no leeway. No escape hatch. She answered “I understood, Master.”

“You understood,” he said. “But you did not obey.”

For the first time Mae moved in Lorraine’s grip, and she understood what Master had clearly already seen. Some part of her did not serve their Master. Not fully. “Why not?” he asked.

This time he did not order her to answer him, nor did he require the truth. This, clearly, was a test.

She twisted further in her fellow sluts’ grips, but could not break free. “Do not struggle,” Lauren put in.

Lorraine felt the need to contribute since Lauren had. “You need his cock,” she said simply. “Why would you jeopardise that?”

From the look on Mae’s face, that hadn’t been considered at all up to that point. She had visibly paled. “I…” She swallowed. “I do need your cock, Master.” She was admitting it, Lorraine felt, to herself as much as to Master. “I did not obey because I think we can do better for you.”

Master looked puzzled. “Better than obedience?” he asked.

She hesitated again. “Lorraine, Lauren,” Master said. “Spank her.”

“Yes, Master,” they said in chorus again. Lorraine was exhilarated. Maintaining a hold on the elbow with one hand, she reached back behind Mae. As she did so, she caught Lauren’s eye, and their gazes locked together.

Their hands rose and fell in perfect unison, two seconds between impacts. After the tenth, Master said “Enough,” and they ceased.

“Mae,” Master continued, “Answer me.”

“We should be making the choices,” she blurted. “We should run your life. Let you relax and breed us.”

Lorraine wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but she could safely say this exclamation wasn’t it. Mae continued. “We’re smart. We can arrange things so it’s easier. And then all you need to do is breed us and let us suck your cock.”

Master sighed. “Do you think I’d be happy with that?”

“You would if you didn’t notice,” Mae said. “I just want to worship and obey and be bred, Master.” She was faltering now, shaken.

Master looked from Lorraine to Lauren and nodded. They did not need a more specific command. They began spanking her again. They did not simply serve, Lorraine thought. They also obeyed. She felt an obscure pride in the idea.

Master hooked his finger into Mae’s cleavage and pulled her bra down, then took hold of her nipples, pulling and tweaking. She gasped and moaned.

“You serve me,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” she gasped.

He looked up to Lauren. “You seem to understand,” he said, and Lauren nodded. “See that she serves,” he commanded her.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He nodded. “Release her.”

“Yes, Master,” Lorraine and Lauren chorused as they obeyed.

“Now. Lorraine. How quickly can you QA Mae’s work?”

“QA should not take long, Master,” Lorraine said. She hesitated, but it had to be asked. “Should I also check the instruction matrix?”

“Yes. I think you should.”

“Master, I wouldn’t-”

“Quiet, Mae.”

She stopped. Her expression, Lorraine noted, was genuinely hurt; this was evidently what it was to be missing the key understanding of part of her programming.

“I will fuck you again,” he told her, “but only when Lauren confirms to me you understand your purpose.”

“Yes, Master,” Lauren agreed for her, firmly.

“In the meantime,” and he smiled. “Lauren and Mae, how many of the cheer squad are you friends with?”

*

It was three weeks before Lorraine pronounced herself satisfied that the multiplayer code would hold up. In those three weeks, Lorraine and Lauren were regularly and enthusiastically fucked by Harry, but Mae was not, though she was held ready at all times so that Lauren could continue to work on her.

This wasn’t as easy as Lauren had expected. She’d spent so long enjoying the idea of brainwashing and mental manipulation, but discovered only when she sat down with Mae that, whatever hypnotic techniques she’d developed, they were of minimal utility when their target was sulking. Not that Lauren would have used that word; it would have felt cruel.

She couldn’t alter the software and customise anything for Mae, and was therefore faced with doing everything an old-fashioned way that she only half understood.

All the same, even thinking about it brought a smile to her lips. There was something about messing with someone else’s head in the service of someone else that was just delightful, in particular one evening where Mae, still craving her Master’s cock, had been made to kneel and watch as Lauren was fucked from behind, snapping her fingers regularly to trigger a thought in Mae’s head:

You have brought this on yourself.

She needed Mae to fully engage. To become a better breeder slut and learn to serve didn’t require her to understand how she was wrong, but it did require her to want to be better. Lauren had considered this, and given that Mae’s protests had been remarkably self-centred, she was using the woman’s own programmed needs to make her want to improve.

She had some vague plans of further conditioning with messages like Master’s choice will end this, but she was exploring this as she went along. The last thing she wanted to do was make a mistake while acting on Master’s orders. That would be to fail him utterly.

That evening, however, they were working as a team.

Master had given them both clear and detailed instructions (whether he would have felt the need for Lauren on her own she didn’t know, but she liked to think he wouldn’t). They just had to follow those commands to the letter.

For a week they had been mentioning a game Mae had been working on to their friends in the cheer squad, singing its praises, and talking about how a bigger multiplayer was coming.

“It’s better together,” Mae would tell the people she talked to. Lauren had a different line to deliver. “You really should try it, even if you’re not into gaming.”

With the groundwork firmly laid, Mae had messaged Alexis, her friend on the team, asking for a favour.

I need to test my game with five or six players. Think you could rustle some girls up for me after practice today? I’ll buy drinks.

The reply came through a half hour later.

Yeah, we can get some volunteers. Just don’t film us playing or whatever.

With a broad smile, Mae had answered I promise any weird expressions or awkward poses are safe with me.

In the early evening, Alexis had showed up with Tiffany, Lina, Chelsea and Bianca in tow. Mae welcomed them to the small testing room and ushered them in.

“I didn’t think you did games,” Chelsea said, on seeing Lauren there too.

“I don’t. I’m just following the development of one for an in-depth article,” Lauren said, and smiled. “I’m just here to see how you guys enjoyed it afterwards.”

“You know what’s in store, though, right?” Tiffany asked, having shrewdly picked out the most comfortable of the chairs in the room and secured it for herself.

Lauren nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’ve played,” she said.

“Any hints?”

“What, and spoil it for all of you?” Lauren grinned. “Honestly, I think you’re better off not knowing what’s coming. That way when you realise, it’ll be a properly pure experience.”

That earned an odd look from Alexis, but in due time everyone was sat down in any case, and after Mae had run through the basics of using the controllers she and Lauren helped everyone to get their helmets set up in place.

Lauren sighed contentedly at that point. Her own instructions were done, at least until the software had run its course and had full effect. She sat back and looked at Mae, who had a look of deep concentration on her face as she ran through the checks needed before starting the game simultaneously for them all.

“We’ll get you all something to drink after this,” she promised cheerfully. “Everybody ready?”

There was a general chorus of agreement, some enthusiastic, some impatient, some honestly sounding bored.

Mae set the program running, rose from behind the desk, and walked over to sit down beside Lauren.

She picked up a tablet and opened it to a notes app, in which she wrote:

In a perfect world they’ll all react at about the same speed.

Lauren nodded. The other woman needed some kind of reward, she decided. She put her hand on Mae’s knee and ran her fingertip around the kneecap, lightly, in a tight circle.

This corresponded to a posthypnotic suggestion she’d already given Mae, that such a touch would feel like a fingertip teasing her nipple.

Mae twitched, fighting her reflexive response, trying to keep herself silent and any movement steady enough and controlled enough for the cheer squad not to sense it.

She met Lauren’s eye, and Lauren couldn’t help grinning. The woman was beginning to struggle on behalf of her own pleasure, she thought; that was going to make the rest of her work much easier.

“This is weird,” Bianca said slowly, from under the headset. “What’s that music?”

“I…” Tiffany trailed off before completing the thought. Lauren smiled at that.

“I like it,” Alexis said. “Kind of creepy.”

Mae looked at Lauren and mouthed Creepy? Lauren shrugged. Mae turned back to her phone, typing out a message and tilting her screen to show it. I didn’t change the music.

Which presumably meant that the Professor had corrected things, Lauren thought. She didn’t bother typing it out. No need to antagonise Mae, after all. She shrugged instead.

All the same, she started watching the five cheerleaders’ responses, idly wishing as she did so that she had Chelsea’s fashion sense. She just knew Chelsea was going to be one of Harry’s favourites, just as soon as she was fully programmed.

She’d thought of him as Harry, not Master. The realisation threw her, but she supposed that there was good enough reason; they were only to address him as Master when they were alone. Technically, these five cheerleaders were outsiders, although hopefully not for much longer.

Not that she was addressing him, except in her thoughts, but…

Lauren pulled herself together with an effort. Rabbit trailing like that was always a temptation. It usually meant she was nervous about something, and of course she was. It would be difficult for her and Mae if the software didn’t work its magic on these five.

Of course, it had worked on the first three; the only question was whether it would work on five at once.

“Oh, that’s kinda cool,” Lina broke the hush of concentration to comment. “The portrait, it’s made up of words. That’s why it looks like it’s changing. It’s rewriting itself?”

“Is that - Mae, did you put your professor in this?” Bianca asked.

“She’s a role model,” Mae answered. Lauren glanced to her side and noticed the blush on her fellow breeder slut’s cheeks. She’d found more truth in that utterance, Lauren thought, than she’d intended to hide within it.

It was Tiffany who said the word they were both waiting for first. “Slut.”

The quality of the quiet in the room changed. “What?” Alexis asked.

“Slut,” Bianca said. Lauren wasn’t immediately sure whether she was replying to Alexis or responding to the game.

“Who’s a slut?” Chelsea asked.

“Suck,” Tiffany answered. But Chelsea wasn’t done. While most of her expression was hidden by the headset, Lauren could see her lips twitching.

“Slut,” Chelsea said, echoing her own words. It was as if saying the word in a different context had opened the floodgates to say it again.

“Why are you guys saying slut?” Lina asked, just as Alexis sighed “Slut.”

“Suck,” Bianca said. “Fuck,” said Tiffany.

“This is weird,” Lina said. She let go of her controllers and raised her hands toward her headset. “I don’t think I want anything to…”

Her sentence tapered off at about the same time her hands just seemed to stop moving closer, hovering an inch or two from the headset.

“Suck,” Chelsea and Alexis said, almost in unison, and to Lauren’s eyes it was as if something went out of Lina in that moment.

“Slut,” she moaned. Her hands started a slow descent into her lap.

“Breed,” Tiffany moaned.

“Jesus,” Mae murmured. “It’s hit her so much harder than the others.”

Lauren nodded. “I’m thinking of doing a study,” she said quietly, before pausing. Why was she being so quiet? The cheer squad were coming properly under the influence now. “I’d like to know if it hits some of us harder based on who we are, or hidden kinks, or something.”

Mae pursed her lips as if she were about to say something, but evidently thought better of it.

“Suck,” Lina said, just as Bianca, Chelsea, and Alexis said “Fuck.” The three of them had actually synched up somehow, much to Lauren’s startled delight.

“It’s working, at least,” Mae said.

“Yes. Shall we?”

The two conquests rose and walked over to the cheer squad, smiling broadly. Master’s orders hadn’t finished with getting them into the game. Lauren chose Lina, as she seemed to need the most encouragement; Mae had selected Tiffany for presumably directly opposite reasons.

“Slut. Suck. Fuck. Breed.”

It was a chorus now, the five women’s reprogramming synchronising steadily. Lauren slipped a hand into Lina’s sweater, found her bra, and her fingers crept inside to tease and encourage. A couple of chairs down, Mae had just pulled Tiffany’s tee up and the cup of her bra down.

“Slut. Suck. Fuck. Breed.”

As their subjects began to respond, they reached down to their waists with their free hands, ready to seal the conditioning with an immediate reward…