Prya

I awoke to the smell of frying eggs. My eyes shot open. I tensed, acting on muscle memory of my typical workday. Then my memories caught up to me and the stress melted out of my muscles. We did it. We really did it. We beat Rebecca and I owed it all to Greg. I turned to see his side of the bed empty.  Not only had he saved me from a life of serial enslavement, he was making breakfast. 

I stretched out, basking in the full width of my bed before getting up. I savored the silky smoothness of my bathrobe as I pulled it on. Sleeping naked had been Greg’s idea, but it had become second nature after just a few days. 

As I entered the kitchen, I had expected to see Greg bent over the stove, but instead I got a full view of Catherine’s bare ass. She had traded last night’s lingerie for my periwinkle apron and nothing else. “Good morning, Dr. Kumar,” she said with a smile. “Master said to let you sleep.”

I raised a hand to my temple. “After last night, I think you can just call me Prya. We’re pretty far outside of the normal doctor-patient relationship at this point.” 

“Oh, ok.  . . Prya,” she said with a blush. “I hope it’s ok that I stayed over. I just really didn’t want to be alone . . . after well, everything.” 

“Catherine, of course it’s ok. We’re here for you, whatever you need.” I placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“Thank you.” She cast her eyes down. 

A pang of guilt ran through me. “Catherine, I can’t apologize enough for everything that happened to you.” 

She brought her gaze to meet mine. “It wasn’t your fault, Prya. I mean, you had it way worse than me. I was only enslaved for a day.” 

This time I turned away. “Yeah, but you weren’t the only one. I’m supposed to help people. Do no harm and all that. I can’t even imagine how much harm I did.” 

A pair of arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a hug. “I know it’s not my place to say, but you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” 

“Thank you, Catherine.” We stayed like that in silence for a moment. I could faintly hear Greg’s voice drifting from the living room. He must have been on the phone. Finally, I spoke. “Catherine, one question.” 

“Sure, Prya, you can ask me anything.” 

“Why are you naked?” 

She pulled back, suddenly remembering her modesty. “Oh, it was Master’s idea. He said I’d be more comfortable like this, and he was right. I can put something on if I’m bothering you.” 

Was it bothering me? It was hard to say. I knew that it should, but still I found my eyes lingering on the swell of her hips beneath the apron. “I guess it’s fine, as long as you’re comfortable.” 

“Really I am. I know it’s weird. Usually I’m so shy, but it just feels . . . I don’t know, right? It feels right,” she stammered. 

I nodded. “Well, I’m going to talk to Greg. He shouldn’t just tell you to walk around naked.” 

“Sure. Whatever you think is best. He’s in the living room talking to the woman who came to the door.” 

“Someone came to the door?” I asked before rushing to the living room. 

Greg was sitting on the couch, talking in that soothing patter of his. Across from him sat a woman who I recognized immediately, the ebony skin, the frizzy afro, the full hips and generous breasts. It was Aisha, another one of my patients. 

Greg gestured me over. “Now Aisha, until I touch your shoulder you won’t hear anything either of us says. Nothing will be able to wake you from this beautiful dream. Nod if you understand.” 

She nodded and then just sat there with only a hint of the whites of her eyes showing and her mouth hanging open. Is that what I looked like when he hypnotized me? I shifted, trying to ignore the sudden dampness between my legs. 

Then Greg turned to me and ran an anxious hand through his hair. “She showed up this morning. Apparently Rebecca texted everyone you recruited for her and told them to obey me instead of her.”

I sighed. “Of course she did.”

“Well, it may end up being a good thing.” 

“Oh yeah? That’s easy to say when you get an army of women obeying your every command, waiting on your beck and call,” I teased as I joined him on the couch. 

“I actually meant, it’ll be good if they all come here, because then I can get a jump on deprogramming them, at least as much as I can.”

“No, you’re right.” I felt bad for teasing him. “God, it feels like you’re always right.” 

He laughed a warm, charming laugh. “I assure you, I very much am not. I think it’s partly that I have a little more distance on this situation than you and partly that you’ve been brainwashed to see me as your Master and obey my every command.” 

I leaned in. “Well maybe it’s just the brainwashing talking, but I think you’re a great Master. You’re so confident. You keep a level head. I feel safe with you.”

“I’m glad I seem confident, but really I’m terrified,” he said with a nervous laugh.  “My online hypnosis course didn’t exactly have a chapter on bringing down a multinational pharmaceutical empire. Heck, it didn’t even cover how to handle actual trauma like this. I am very much improvising.” He gestured to Aisha. 

“Well, if anyone can figure it out, it’s you.” 

He turned a brighter red than I’d ever seen. “Prya, you are so wonderful. I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you do. You basically saved my life, when you could have just walked away. So I think that deserves this at a minimum.” I pressed my lips to his, feeling the tension melt from him. He returned the kiss with a passionate hunger. When I finally pulled away, I could see a strain forming in the fabric of his pants. 

“You don’t know how much that means.” 

“But as amazing as you are, we do need to talk about Catherine.”

“What about her?”

“Did you tell her to walk around naked this morning? Now that I think of it, did you also tell her to make breakfast?” 

“Ok, I may have made a couple of gentle suggestions. . .”

“That’s the thing, Greg. They’re not suggestions anymore. We’re all still dealing with Hypnex. You can make us do basically anything, and in my case, I hope you do. I don’t know if it's the aftereffects of being enslaved for so long, or if I’m just a freak, but I love the things you make me do.”

“Then the problem is?”

“The others didn’t ask for this,” I said delicately. “You have to be careful with them. If you’re going to be our Master, you have to live up to the responsibility.” 

“I haven’t exactly been the most responsible person for most of my life.” His eyes fell to the floor for a moment. “Before I was a hypnotist, I just kind of drifted from job to job. No offense Prya, but you don’t really know me that well. I was trying my luck as an entertainer, first stand-up, then magic, then finally hypnosis. I could only stick with the hypnosis thing because I enjoyed the feeling of control, because I loved hypnotizing beautiful women like you.” 

Heat flushed through my face. “And that’s ok, because when it really mattered you did the right thing, you helped me.” 

“But don’t you hear what I’m saying? I don’t know if I’ll keep doing the right thing. Having you, and then Catherine, and now Aisha so totally under my control, it’s intoxicating.”

I squeezed his hand. “I know you, Master. You’re a good man. I know you’ll do the right thing.”

“You make me want to be a better person, Prya.” His gaze met mine, confidence blazing back into those eyes. God, I don’t know if he ever looked hotter. We kissed again. 

When we separated, he broke the quiet. “Speaking of treating the other girls better, I should probably finish with Aisha.”

“Yes, good idea.”

The sound of the doorbell interrupted, just as Greg was about to speak. “Let me guess,” I mumbled, standing and heading for the door. A quick glance out the peephole confirmed my suspicions. I opened the door to reveal two women, bright morning sun shining off their skin. 

On the left stood Natalie, curly red locks tumbling down her shoulders. She wore a seafoam green teddy lingerie set, like it wasn’t 9:00 in the fucking morning. Even entranced, she kept that mischievous glint in her green eyes. Nicole on the other hand wore an expression of cool determination. She looked like she had come straight from the gym. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a pony tail. Beads of sweat rolled down her exposed abs, stopping at her short athletic shorts. “Is Master home?” they asked in unison. 

“Greg!” I called over my shoulder. “You’ve got a line forming. Also tell Catherine to stop cooking. We don’t have enough to feed all these people. I’ll go out and get something.”

***

Jordan

The setting sun filtered through the plastic blinds, casting long shadows like jail cell bars, across the small office. Everyone else had already left for the day. “Look, I’m sorry. My source won’t come in to meet you, Reese. You can surely understand why they might want to stay away, given what they’re alleging,” Jordan said, leaning over Reese’s desk. 

Reese huffed and stood from his chair. “That’s not gonna work, kid. They could be taking us for a ride, like a hot-wired hyundai. I’m risking the entire reputation of the paper if I publish this story of yours.”  He turned away and faced the windows along the back wall. 

“I get it, Reese, but you’ve seen the files.” she said, following him. “There’s no way my source could fake all these reports, all these emails. The addresses all match registered Atlus employees. The dates align with the public approvals of Hypnex.” 

He ran a hand through his thinning comb over. “You’re just too green. Running a whole paper comes with responsibility.” 

“Responsibility? Reese, our responsibility is to the public. We have a responsibility to the truth. You can’t tell me you’re happy with the stories we’ve been running lately.”

He just sighed and looked down. 

“We’re printing more profiles of businesses than ever because they’ll pay for it. We’re cutting our coverage of city council because it doesn’t sell. When was the last time The Herald really made some fucking waves? Come on man. I know you want to make a difference.” 

Another labored breath. “Fuck. I always liked you, Jordan. You’ve got gumption.” 

Jordan could hear the sadness in Reese’s voice. “Um. . . Thank you, I guess?”  

Then his hand wrapped around her neck

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry,” he muttered to himself as he pinned the reporter to the wall. 

Jordan barely had time to process the betrayal. She strained against his grip, but her editor had a foot of height and a hundred pounds on her. She thrashed and kicked, instinct taking over. Even as her knees dug into the man, his grip held firm. 

Reese pulled a rag from his pocket and pressed it to her face. 

The sickly sweet smell invaded her nostrils right away, every breath stealing more of her strength. She kicked again and again. She dug her fingernails into his arm, but it did no good. The effort only drew the suffocating sweetness further into her lungs. It burned her nostrils. The room had started spinning. With every second her body grew weaker and dizzier. 

She gave him one last deep scratch before her arm fell limply to her side. She could barely keep her eyes open. With the last of the air in her lungs, she mumbled into the cloth a simple question, “Why?” 

“I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. She made me do it. I didn’t have a choice.” 

Then the world went black.

*** 

Rebecca

I stood on Prya’s front steps, checking my phone and then checking it again. Still no word. Nothing from Master, and nothing from Jordan. Not good. I should have heard something from her by now. She had told me her stupid editor insisted on meeting me in person, which was absolutely not happening, and nothing since then. It was making me nervous. 

And worse, Master hadn’t responded to my messages either. Atlus had no way to know about him, but I couldn’t stop worrying. If they had somehow found him and done something to him, I would burn their whole fucking tower down. I knew he had said not to come here or contact him until the story ran, but he had to understand how much I missed him. I needed to be sure he was ok. 

I rapped my knuckles on the door. A few moments later, Greg opened the door. “Let me guess, another brainwashed slave girl,” he said, pausing when he saw my face. “Oh, it’s you.”

I felt a wave of heat wash over me at the sight of him. “It is, though I am another brainwashed slave girl,” I said with an obvious invitation. 

“You’re not supposed to be here. What if someone sees you or follows you?”

“I was careful. No one knows I’m here. You weren’t responding to me and I was worried. Besides, I wanted to see you.” 

“Well, come inside. I suppose.” He opened the door and let me in. "Prya went to pick up food. We didn’t expect to have so many guests.”

I followed him in, and instantly smiled. “I see you’ve been enjoying my little gifts.” A row of women sat in the living room all slumped in various states of trance. I recognized Catherine was naked, save for an apron. She was drooped over the back of a dining chair, head hanging like a ragdoll. Beside her sat Aisha who was crumpled forward at the waist, head in her own lap. Next to them was Natalie, whose curly red locks were hiding her face, and on the end sat Nicole, a strand of her blonde hair stuck to her open mouth. They all belonged to my little collection. 

A crease formed in his brow. “It’s not like that. I’m just trying to help them.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to pretend with me,” I said, as I slowly traced a hand down his chest. “I see the look in your eyes.” 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Oh? You don’t feel a hunger for control? You don’t get a rush from seeing these girls like that? You don’t love making them obey? Just tell me I’m wrong then.” 

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Can’t you just answer one little question?”

He paused for a while. “You’re . . . Not wrong.” 

“I knew I was right.” I said as my hand slowly ran a finger up his neck. He didn’t pull away. “Nobody else understands you like I do.” 

He tensed. “You don’t know me.” 

“But I do. I know that hunger, very well. Because I’m the same way, or I used to be before you changed me.” 

“Right. Maybe I overdid it a bit with you. I just wanted to make sure you’d be loyal and I got a little carried away.”

“I told you, you don’t have to pretend with me, Master. You changed me because you liked it, because you craved it. So take what you wanted, Master,” I pushed. 

“Ok fine.” He winced. “I loved doing that to you, but I’m trying to be better.”

“I love being yours. Before it was like I was trying to fill a hole in my heart. More power, more control, more women, but it was never enough. It never made me feel whole the way pleasing you does.”

“Prya was right, I do need to be more responsible. Look, Rebecca, you don’t really feel that way. It’s just the Hypnex talking. It’s not you. I can fix it though. I can . . .”

I put a finger to his enticing lips. “There’s nothing to fix, Master. Don’t you see? I’m perfect this way, perfect for you. Because I’m like you, I understand your needs, like nobody else could. You wouldn’t have taken Prya if you didn’t share that hunger. You wouldn’t have taken me. I can help you take all the power, take everything you want, anything you want at all.” I gently gripped his hand and placed it over my breast. 

“Oh fuck Rebecca,” he gasped.  

“Of course, I don’t have much experience with men. So maybe you could teach me, Master?”

His eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at mine. “I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. You don’t really want this.”

I reached a hand between his legs and began to stroke. “Don’t lie to yourself, Master. You know I want it and I know you want it too. So be a Master and tell me what you want.” 

He paused for a second. “I want you to go slower. Longer strokes.” 

“Yes Master.” As soon as those words hit his ears, he stiffened in my grip and I knew I had him. “Like this, Master?” 

“That’s much better.” 

“I like feeling you grow, Master. I can see how much I’m pleasing you.” Even just those words sent a shiver down my spine. 

His gaze collided with mine and I could see it twinkling behind his eyes, that fire. “Tell me you love to please me.”

Finally. Took him long enough. “ I love to please you, Master.”

His voice grew firmer and more commanding. “Tell me you love to obey.”

“I do love to obey you, Master. You made me that way.” Maybe I should have hated him for that, but I could only revel in the newfound thrill of submission. 

“Take off your top.”

“Yes, Master.” Every command sent another surge of arousal coursing through me. I let my jacket fall to the floor, and then tossed my shirt down alongside it. I relished the way his eyes lingered on my chest as I slowly undid my lacy blue bra. “Do I please you, Master?”

His fingers were already teasing my nipple before he answered. “Fuck Rebecca, you’re right about me. I want power and control. Knowing everything you did and seeing you like this, drives me absolutely fucking wild.”

I smirked. “Like I said, I know you, Master. And with me at your side, you’ll have all the power you want.”

His fingers laced through my curls and pulled hard. “I like the sound of that, except you got one thing wrong.”

“What’s that?”

“You won’t be at my side. You’ll be on your knees in front of me.”

Oh fuck, that made me wet. He forced me down to kneeling and I complied. “If another man had told me to kneel before him, I would have slapped him.”

“And are you going to slap me?” 

“No, Master, but there is something else I’d like to do to you,” I said with a mischievous grin as I reached for his belt. He just watched as I undid the buckle and pulled down his pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, a sight that should have repulsed me and now made my mouth water. I opened wide, but his hand held me in place. 

“Beg,” he commanded.

I gave a soft mewl of pleasure. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, can I suck your cock, Master?”

“Good girl,” he loosened his hold on my hair.

The words hit me like a tidal wave. How many times had I been the one to say them? And there I was on my knees being called a ‘good girl’. And it felt. So. Fucking. Good. I pounced on him, thrusting his length into my mouth. I nearly gagged. Enthusiasm could only partially compensate for inexperience. 

His hand gently stroked my hair. “That’s ok. Take your time.”

I was glad to have such a patient Master. Slowly, I caught my breath and settled into a rhythm. I opened my lips wider and began to gently bob up and down. Licking pussy was so much easier, but still I managed. I could taste a hint of musky salt as a small pearly bead dribbled onto my tongue. That made it all worth it. I was pleasing him. That knowledge gave me the strength to speed up, sliding my tongue up and down his length. 

“Fuck, Rebecca. I’m gonna cum.”

The scant warning couldn’t prepare me for the sticky ropes that plastered the back of my throat. I did my best to swallow them, but the barrage came too thick and too fast. I pulled back in a sputtering cough, sending globs of the stuff down my chin and onto my chest. “How? How was that, Master?” I asked between gasps. 

“That was wonderful, slave.” he said with a genuine warmth. He turned to the others, who had remained undisturbed in their trance this whole time. “I’m going to help Rebecca here get cleaned up. The rest of you will remain deeply, peacefully asleep until I return. You won’t remember anything that happened in this room.” 

We left to a mumbled chorus of agreements and headed for the bathroom. He took a damp washcloth and began wiping away the cum, taking special care to thoroughly clean my breasts, ever the gentleman. 

“I’m presuming that was your first blow job?” He asked as he traced gentle circles around my nipple with the cloth. 

I laughed. “What gave it away?”

“Oh, just a few subtle clues here and there.”

“You know, it’s funny. Maybe if you’d brainwashed me earlier in life, it would have made things easier for me.” 

Lines of worry formed between his eyes. “What do you mean by that?” 

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bring the mood down. My dad just never accepted that I was . . . well gay. We barely talk anymore. He’d probably be happier with me being a mindless cock slave than being myself, or my old self anyway.” 

The circles on my chest stopped, and instead a tender hand landed on my cheek. “Fuck your dad. You have the right to like whoever you want.”

“That’s pretty funny coming from the man who hypnotized me into loving him, not that I’m complaining.”

His touch fell away from my cheek. “No, you’re right. I’m no better than him. Fuck, I knew I should have listened to Prya.”

“Listened to Prya about what?”

“About responsibility.” He clenched and unclenched his hand. “Having all this control over all of you all comes with responsibility. We had to stop you, but we didn’t have to change you like this. It was . . . cruel.”

“And I’m telling you, you don’t understand. Sure you made me love you and made me submissive, but you made those things feel wonderful. You’re not trying to make me feel shitty about who I am.”

“Just because I made you like it doesn’t make it right. I can hypnotize you again and try to undo some of what I did.” 

“Don’t you dare,” I cut him off.

“Why not?”

“I’m happy like this. Serving you gives me purpose. Sure, you may have given me that purpose, but you don’t have the right to take it away from me now. Wouldn’t that be cruel too?” 

He still looked conflicted. An awkward silence hung in the air. It was only broken by the sound of the front door opening. 

“Greg? Greg? Are you ok? Rebecca’s car is here.” Prya’s worried voice echoed through the house.