“It’s done, Master,” the three redheaded beauties said in perfect unison. “I’ve hypnotized both my stunt doubles to believe they are your loyal, loving, obedient hypnoslave Karen Gillan. I have also programmed them with your mantra.”
As one–because they WERE one now, a single enslaved mind in three bodies–the women knelt. “Paul is Master,” they chanted. “Paul is all! Paul is Master, Paul is all!”
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“Well then, Paul? What’s it going to be?” Louise smirked. Now that she was back under Paul’s control, there was no struggle, no resistance – instead, pure delight at her predicament.
“I think he’s gonna fuck us, Lou…” teased a voice from the floor. It was Aubrey, looking up adoringly at her Master, and raising her ass in the air.
Karen lay next to her, stretching on her back before leaning over and kissing Aubrey, passionately. The two girls quickly descended into animalistic grunts as they explored each other’s body.
Jewel approached Paul, in the manner of a true disciple venerating a heavenly being. Poppy and Caroline, having already removed their clothes, joined her, and the three of them formed a circle around the man who held them helplessly in his thrall.
Poppy and Caroline pressed their warm breasts up against his body, as their hands pawed at his arms, chest and neck.
“You are our King…” they sighed. “Thank you so much for turning us into your wanton fuck sluts. We’ll do anything to please you…”
In the corner, Jenny sat with Victoria on the bed.
“See, Vicky, I’ve always been into girls, so this is fucking amazing…” giggled Jenny, lifting her jumper off and unbuttoning her shirt. “But nothing compares to the love, and lust, that I now feel for Paul. I know it’s artificial, that I’m helplessly under his spell. But I just don’t care. If this is how life is from now on, I’ll happily spend my days as Paul’s whore…”
“Whore….” whispered Victoria, as she looked over at Paul, longingly.
“All hail Paul. Paul is all…” Louise began to chant. Soon, the others joined in, walking towards their one true Master, totally submissive, obedient, and very much eager to give their bodies as well as their minds to him.
Louise backed away slowly, but her expression was a confident almost-smirk. “Did you forget, Paul? Your power doesn’t affect me anymore!”
“Right,” he said. “But… then why were you running?”
“I… I had to warn the others…” Louise said, feeling uneasy but not sure why.
It was Paul’s turn to smirk. “I don’t think so. I think you weren’t sure that your immunity would last. I think you ran because you knew there was a chance that I could take control of you again if I found you.”
Louise shook her head. “No! You controlled me too long! I developed a resistance, and now I’m going to take you down!”
He laughed. “As Aubrey might say, ‘Yeah, I have Netflix. I’ve seen the show. We watched it together!”
Louise shook her head. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about..?”
“But you will,” said Paul. “Remember.”
Louise staggered back, her head flooding. She remembered now, kneeling at her Master’s feet while they watched the show, agreeing with his occasional comments about how he would plan things better, be smarter, more successful than its villain.
“Plus, my voice works on anyone who hears it, period,” Master had said. “No immunities, no mucking around with viruses or pheromones or whatever.”
After the last episode, Master told Louise he had an idea.
She stood and listened while he told it to her, that she would believe she had escaped, that she was immune, and they would play a game…
Back in the present, Louise shook her head. “It can’t be,” she said. “I… I was helping other women escape you! I was free–I mean, I am free! I fought you every step of the way!”
“Oh?” asked Paul. “Were you fighting me when you texted me from Aubrey’s bedroom that she was close enough to the door to hear me through it? Or maybe the message that Karen had called the cops was your valiant blow?”
Louise shook her head. “No…”
Paul advanced toward her. “You told me the address of every hotel you and Jenny stayed at, and called me when she went down to dinner alone. You called me while Victoria slept and gave me the address of her cabin, and took a detour so I’d be sure to get there first. You told me where you left the phone for Jewel, the number of the phone you gave to Poppy, and then you sent Caroline here alone to meet me.”
Louise was shaking as Mas–as Paul reached her, cupped her cheek, tipped her face up to look at him. “You delivered every woman on my list into my power, Louise. You were acting under my orders the entire time. You’re my slave, and you know that’s all you’ll ever be. All you want to be.”
“Oh god,” moaned Louise. “I… I’m your slave… Master.”
“Yes, and you’re so happy to know that you’ve been a good girl all along, and helped so many other women become my good girls, just like you.”
Louise sighed blissfully. “Yes, Master…”
“Now I think you’re wearing too much clothing for a slavegirl, don’t you?”
Louise stripped down to her underwear and waited for Master’s command. Her long ordeal was finally over, and she was back where she belonged, on her knees or in Master’s bed, or both in this case. More importantly, she had done what Master wanted. He was very pleased with the new slaves she’d delivered to him.
And there was nothing in the world better, more right, more necessary, than pleasing her Master.
“I am so happy to serve you, Master!” she said to Paul. “It’s been so long, though… Would you like to take me now?”
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After confirming the safehouse would work, Louise went looking for the last woman on Paul’s list. Fortunately she didn’t have far to go–Caroline was hosting a special here in town.
There was no way to get a note or a burner phone to her, however, not through the layered chaos of a working set. Louise was going to have to go see her in person. Fortunately the makeup artist was someone Louise had worked with before, and that got her into Caroline’s dressing room.
Caroline listened politely to everything Louise had to say, and sat and considered. “I have been hearing some odd rumors about Karen and Victoria,” she admitted. “Both seen with the same guy within a week or two, both skiving off scheduled appearances…”
Louise nodded. “That’s it,” she said. “Paul got both of them. I’m surprised there hasn’t been any gossip about Aubrey or Jenny yet, and I’m sure you’ll be hearing about Jewel soon. But I have a safehouse nearby. We can hide out there, figure out how to take care of all this.”
Caroline slowly nodded as well. “Okay,” she said. “What’s the address?”
After talking it over with Caroline, they agreed it was best to go to the safehouse separately. Caroline would go first, while Louise picked up some supplies in case they had to stay there for a while. A couple of hours later, however, Louise was ready to join Caroline at the safehouse.
Caroline sat up as Louise opened the door, then her face fell. “Oh,” she said, disappointed. “I thought you were Master coming back.”
Louise stared in horror, hand frozen on the door.
“How..?” she asked. “How did he..?”
Caroline smiled. “Poppy was a good girl,” she said. “She told Master all about the safehouse. They were here when I got here, and Master explained everything to me.”
A hand fell on Louise’s shoulder. “And now it’s your turn. Welcome back, Louise,” said Paul.
Louise leaned forward. “Thank you for seeing me,” she said urgently.
Poppy smiled. “Are you kidding? You’re easily famous enough to give my blog a massive boost, of course I’m going to talk to you!”
Louise sighed. “I’m sorry, but you can’t blog about this. Listen, we’re both being chased by a man. He’s very dangerous, and always right on my heels.”
“What!?” blurted Poppy.
“Stay calm,” Louise said. “If we’re lucky, we’ll be okay, but if he reaches either one of us… well, let’s just say that none of the other women he’s gone for were the same afterwards.”
Poppy gulped.
“Here,” said Louise. “It’s a burner phone. I suggest you stop using yours. I’ve got a possible hiding spot in mind. I’ll call you on that phone as soon as I’m sure it’s safe. And here’s the number to a phone of mine, use that if you’re in trouble.”
Louise left after giving Poppy a few more warnings, and Poppy stared at the cheap phone. Not long after Louise left, it rang.
“Hello?” she asked. “Louise?”
“No,” said a man’s voice. “You want to call me on your regular phone.”
She realized right away that it had to be the man Louise was running from. He really was dangerous if he could get the numebr to this phone! But she had to learn more, and it wasn’t like he could do anything to her over a phone line.
It turned out, once she talked to him, that she really wanted to send him a selfie of her sexiest dress.
She sent that gladly, but then he mentioned that she wanted to send him a selfie of her outfit which showed the most cleavage.
And then he wanted, which meant she wanted, a selfie of her in her best bikini.
After that he was finally satisfied enough to tell her where to come see him. Her selfie game was always on point, and finally it was good enough to earn her the right to serve Master!
Louise hung up the cheap prepaid phone and tossed it in a trash can. She’d told Jewel that Paul was after them both, that he’d already gotten other women, that she was in danger. She’d told Jewel about the meeting location; now it was up to her to either act on it or not.
Louise understood now. She couldn’t save the others. She could warn them, but it was all she could do to keep saving herself. They were on their own, had to be.
Out of curiosity more than anything else, Jewel went to the location the woman on the phone had described, a disconnected old phone booth halfway across town. She waited there for a while, but didn’t see anyone.
She was about to leave when she noticed what was inside the booth: a brown paper bag with her name written on it.
Now more curious than ever, she picked it up and looked inside to find a prepaid cellphone. As she pulled it out of the bag, it rang.
Jewel looked around as she put the phone to her ear.
“Don’t bother,” said Louise. “You won’t spot me. Just know that I’m somewhere where I can see you.”
“This is getting a bit cloak and dagger-y for my tastes,” said Jewel.
“It’s necessary,” said Louise. “You have to run. If he finds you, he’ll make you… make you his. He did it to the others. Did it to me, for a while. Please, believe me, he’s incredibly dangerous. You need to run!”
“Okay,” said Jewel, “but how do I know this isn’t a prank? Do you have any proof?” She waited a moment. “Hello? Hello?”
“You’re suddenly incredibly horny,” said a voice from behind her. “You’ll also find you can’t help but do whatever I tell you. Now give me that phone.”
But Louise had been watching from the roof garden of the restaurant across the street. She’d dropped her burner phone off the roof the moment she saw Paul approaching Jewel, and by the time he had the phone in his hand, the line was dead and Louise was in taxi headed for the airport.
Jewel’s skirt hit the floor the moment they were in Paul’s hotel room. She started unbuttoning her shirt at his command, but still her pleading eyes searched his face. “Please,” she said. “Let me go. Don’t do this…”
“You’re horny, though,” he said. “Don’t try to hide it.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “But only because you told me to be! Please, please let me go…”
“But you want this. That’s why you’re horny, because you want nothing more than to be my slut.”
Jewel thought about it as she finished removing her shirt. “You’re right,” she said, and then smiled as she undid her bra. “So what’re you waiting for, get over here and use your slut!”
“I’m not sure I have,” Louise answered sadly. “I’m starting to worry I’m just delaying the inevitable.”
Victoria waited patiently, and finally Louise continued, “He made a mistake. Jenny texted me that he had her but hadn’t mentioned me yet. I don’t know if he didn’t realize I was there, or if he just got careless and forgot to order Jenny not to warn me. Either way, as soon as I got the message, I ran. But I got lucky. He won’t make the same mistake again.”
“Probably not,” Victoria admitted.
“So… you believe me? You agree we need to run, hide?”
“I believe you,” Victoria said. “And yes! I know a good place to hide, a friend’s cabin I have the key to. We could hide out there for months and never be found.”
So Louise and Victoria’s journey began, a long road trip up into the mountains. They stopped only for fuel, food, and restroom breaks, taking turns sleeping in the backseat while the other continued driving.
Louise was driving when they finally reached the cabin, but Victoria was awake in the seat next to her. “There’s a spot up ahead where you can park the car and it’ll be invisible from the road,” she said. “I’ll unlock the place and get the generator started while you do that.”
Louise let her out, then drove further up the road to the spot she described.
There was another car there.
Louise didn’t stop to look at the car, didn’t check if there were any people there; she reversed back to the road, then turned around and started driving back down the mountain.
As Victoria unlocked the door, she felt someone step up behind her. She whirled to confront whoever it was, and–
“You want to invite me in,” said Paul.
–invited him in.
“You really can make me do anything, like Louise said,” she said to Paul, after she’d stripped for him and changed into the clothes he provided.
“Yes,” he said. “And as soon as I’ve fucked you, you’ll be my slave.”
That was true, she knew. Everything Paul said was true.
“You want that,” he said. “Desperately. You want nothing more than for me to claim you.”
“Please,” she moaned, rolling over to crawl toward him, her ass swaying in the air. “Please don’t make me wait any longer. Take me, make me yours!”
“So you’ll really help me? You believe me?” asked Louise.
Jenny hesitated. “I believe you’re really scared, and the guy’s coming after me. That’s enough for me,” she finally said. “Let’s get out of here.”
Louise couldn’t believe it. Finally she had an ally! She wasn’t alone anymore! And with time Jenny would come around and start to believe.
For her part, Jenny was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be going along
with this if Louise weren’t seriously hot. She’d probably have just
helped Louise find a women’s shelter and call it a day.
But she was
hot, and hey, doing a good thing for a shallow reason was still doing a
good thing, right? And okay, Louise was scared to the point of making
up some pretty crazy stories about this Paul guy, but she was far from the craziest person Jenny had hung around with because she thought they were hot.
A week later…
Jenny smiled at Louise as they settled into their third hotel room of the week, but it was hard to keep the frustration out of her face. She settled for trying to make it look like humor and hoped it worked.
Louise, it turned out, was straight as an arrow that had given up its life of crime to become a priest. And she was paranoid. She’d thought she’d seen someone who looked like Paul near their first hotel, and made Jenny pull up and go to another three states away. Then she’d found out Aubrey was scheduled to film a movie in the same town as their next hotel, and demanded they switch to a third.
Jenny decided she was hungry and sick of being around Louise. She changed her shirt and went down to check out the hotel restaurant. Unfortunately, there was a wait, so she stood in its tacky flower-papered waiting area and girlwatched.
She was glad she did, because ten minutes into her “it’ll be about five minutes, is that okay?” a stunning, leggy redhead walked in. She asked the hostess for a table for three, then smiled at Jenny and walked over.
They hit it off great, and Jenny was soon laughing and flirting and wondering if she could get Louise to fucking leave the hotel room for once in order to get some privacy for herself and her new friend.
Then the restaurant door opened and the redhead broke into a grin. “Oh, here’s my date,” she said. “He’ll want to meet you.”
Date? Shit. ‘He’ is bad enough, but at least she might be bi… but I don’t do cheating or threesomes. Dammit.
The man took Karen’s arm and walked over to Jenny, who resigned herself to be polite.
“You want to join us for dinner,” he said.
Jenny smiled. “That’d be great!” Wait. Why did I… and Karen knew to ask for a table for three, which means they EXPECTED a third person… Oh no. Louise wasn’t imagining it! This is Paul, and he really can–
“By the way,” said Paul. “You’re more attracted to me than you’ve ever been to any woman. You’ll gladly do anything I want for a chance to be fucked by me.”
Wow. He really can.
Jenny followed him and Karen to their table, fantasies of how the rest of the night might play out running through her head. She was going to be his slave, but that was okay if it meant getting fucked by him. And anyway he’d probably tell her to enjoy it. She hoped so, anyway.
Louise had been right about everything–including that Jenny would eventually believe.
Louise was scared, but determined. She could feel Paul on her heels, but if she was smart she might still be able to get away from him, and get the others away too.
She knew the next woman on his list was Karen. She had to warn her, so they could protect each other!
Karen listened with concern and pity to Louise’s story. She’d always had a bit of an interest in hypnosis; maybe Paul was doing something like that? Regardless, she realized Louise needed help.
After calming the half-hysterical woman, Karen went to the next room to make a phone call. The police would help protect Louise from her stalker, abusive ex-boyfriend, whatever Paul was, and medics might help her deal with the obvious stress and fear she was suffering.
Karen nodded to herself. This was the kind thing to do, the thing a friend would do to help a friend. Poor thing, she thought. It’ll all be okay now.
But she returned to find her kitchen empty, the mug of tea she’d made Louise abandoned half-drunk on the table. Damn, she must have overheard the call! How frightened must she be to run from the people whose job is helping her?
Karen realized she was starting to get worried herself. If Louise was that afraid, maybe there really was something to be afraid of.
She jumped when there was a knock at the door, then laughed ruefully at herself. It must be the police, of course, or the medics. She opened the door–
“Hi, I’m Paul,” said the man at the door, who was very much not wearing a uniform. “You’re not surprised or bothered that I’m here.” And of course she wasn’t, since Louise had said he was coming, hadn’t she?
“You want to cancel that emergency call, tell them that Louise ran. And then you want to give me a show.”
And of course she did. That just made sense.
Later, when she was down to just her underwear, Master–he’d explained he was her Master now, and it was so obvious she didn’t understand how she hadn’t realized it the moment they met–pulled out his cock and told Karen she’d never wanted one more.
“In fact,” Paul said, “what you want more than anything else is to worship it.”
As she knelt, the small part of Karen’s brain that wasn’t overwhelmed by awe and delight at the glory of her Master’s cock reflected that she still felt very badly for Louise. The poor thing had no idea what she was missing.
Louise knew she was in trouble. But she wasn’t the only one. Maybe the others could help?
The next on the list was Aubrey. Maybe she would understand. Maybe she would believe. Louise had to hope so, because it was the only way to save them both.
Aubrey stared incredulously as Louise told her story.
“Please, you have to believe me!” Louise said. “He… I had to do anything he said. Everything he said! He… he made me want it.”
“Uh-huh,” said Aubrey. “Look, whatever kinky shit you and your boyfriend got into, leave me out, okay?”
Louise grabbed her arm. “No, please!” she begged. “It’s true. I don’t know how, he just… he tells people things, and they do them. I can’t explain it, I can’t explain why it suddenly stopped working on me, I just know that he had a list, and you’re next!”
“Yeah,” said Aubrey, “I have Netflix. I’ve seen the show.”
“Please!” begged Louise, and Aubrey sighed.
“Fine, fine. I can see you’re messed up about whatever it is. I’ll go out of town with you if you like.” She raised a hand as Louise started to respond. “Only for a little while!”
“Thank you, thank you for believing me!”
“Yeah, yeah,” said Aubrey. “Go rest in my room or whatever, I’ll book a flight.”
Aubrey grumbled to herself as she lounged on her couch, looking for flight information. She had no idea what was really going on with Louise, but it sounded like a boyfriend thing gone bad. She couldn’t just leave Louise hanging. Plus there was a chance that she was right and the guy was some kind of celebrity stalker with his eye on Aubrey.
She was interrupted by a knock at the door. Which was weird–how had whoever it was gotten past the doorman? Before she could respond, however, a man’s voice called out, “You want to come open the door, Aubrey.”
And of course she did. How else would she find out who it was?
When she opened the door, the man standing in the hallway smiled. “Hello, Aubrey,” he said. “Everything I’m about to tell you is true, so you want to listen carefully.” And he was right.
In the bedroom, Louise heard the voice, his voice, and struggled to control her rising panic. He was talking to Aubrey! It was too late for her. There wasn’t anything Louise could do for her… but maybe Paul didn’t know she was here. She could slip out onto the fire escape. Aubrey was a lost cause, but there were others on Paul’s list. She could find them, and maybe together they could do something about him.
The next day…
“Does this outfit please you, Master?” Aubrey asked.
Paul smiled. “Yes it does, my dear.”
“I’m sorry that Louise got away, Master.”
“No worries. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again soon enough.“
