Enslaving the Princess (Mind Control Breeding) (3 page)

“When the crystal
is out, you have to watch it. You have to follow it.”

“Have to watch it.
Follow it.” Mariana's voice had gotten very quiet.

“You know that
everything I say is so true. So right.”

“Everything you
say . . . so true. So right.” Mariana giggled, her eyes becoming more and more
blank, even as little sparks of blue began to grow larger and larger in her
pupils.

“You trust me,”
said Camille.

“I trust you.”

Camille, still
holding the crystal steady, slid off the Princess's panties. An easy maneuver.
Mariana didn't notice at all.

“Everything I say
is sooo right,” Camille said again.

“Everything you
say. Sooo right.”

Camille slid one
pair of gloved fingers around Mariana's pussy, stroking the folds gently.

“My words are your
thoughts.”

“Your words. My
thoughts.”

The goblet in Mariana's hands lost its battle with balance and tipped clumsily
to the floor. The potent concoction spilled everywhere. Its hot smell slid into
the overwhelming heat pouring out from the pussies of the two teenage beauties
on the couch.

“Being a Princess
is so hard.”

“Being Princess.” Mariana sighed deeply as Camille's fingers pressed more
insistently. “Is so hard.”

“Being a Queen
will be even harder.”

“Being Queen. So
much harder.”

Camille's fingers
were rubbing intently on Mariana's clit, now. It was such a hot little button.
Camille loved it—loved everything about Mariana.

“You belong with a
husband.”

“I belong with
husband.”

“You belong with a
King.”

Mariana nodded
helplessly. “Belong. With King.”

Camille, even
though she was the one holding the crystal, was still rather vulnerable to it.
So even as she was helpless to do anything but follow her Master's orders and
carry out the induction for him, her eyes could not help but lock on to the
crystal and reinforce all these beliefs that Master laid out for the Princess.
As Camille hypnotized Mariana, Camille hypnotized herself.

“Touch your tits,
Princess. It's good for you to touch your hot tits.”

“Good to touch my
tits.”

Mariana complied
happily, sighing and then moaning as her dainty, gloved fingers adored her
nipples.

“
You
need a
man to tell you what to do.”

“I
need
a
man . . . tell me to do.”

“
Your
mind
is just a weak female's mind.”

“My mind issa
weak.
Female
mind.”

“Only one man is
fit to rule you.”

“Only one man fit
to ruuule me.”

Camille's gloved
fingers were sliding in and out of Mariana's pussy fast now, hard. It was so
wet down there. Her thumb still riding over the Princess's royal teen clit. So
slick and hot. Her hot little fuckglove getting so primed for a thick, hard
cock inside of her.

“Only one man is
fit to rule this realm.”

“One man. Only.
Rule
the realm.”

“You obey this
man.”

“Obey this
man
.”

“Counselor Victor
is this man.”

Mariana nodded
helplessly. It all made so much sense now that Camille said it.

“Counselor
Victor
is man.”

“Counselor Victor
is your Master.”

“
Victor
is
Master
.”

“You obey Master.”

“I
obey
Master.”

Mariana's voice
was clouded with the need to cum. She was sooo close. She just had to keep
obeying, keep repeating. That was all sooo good and so was everything else in
the world, thanks to her obedience. Camille was so wonderful to teach her like
this.

“You love Master.”

“
Looove
Master!”

“You worship
Master.”

“Worshiipp
Masterrr!
”

“Keep saying it.
You obey Master. You love Master. You worship Master.”

Camille slid her
face down at last to Mariana's pussy.

She started
licking immediately, relishing the Princess's sweet, royal teen cunt's juices
all over her beautiful face. Master had taken so much of her mind, and
justifiably so—so much of it was useless and served no purpose to Master's
plan—but Camille still had enough of it to recognize that she had wanted
Mariana's hot young pussy for the longest time.

Every single lick,
every little nudge of her lips, every hot gasp she breathed into her darling
Princess's flesh, was heaven come down to Camille.

Mariana kept
chanting out, obeying happily as Camille licked her.

“
Obey
Master.
Loove
Master.
Worshiip
Master.
Obeeyyyy
Masterrr.
Loooveee
Master.
Worrrship
Masterrr.
Obeeyyy
Master.
Looove
Masterrrrr.
Worshiiiiip
Masterrrrr.”

Camille's tongue
was so soft, so slick and insistent. Mariana came with a hot chanting scream,
thrashing up and down in the couch.

“WorshIIPP
MastERRR. OBEY MASterrr. LOVE Masssterrrr.”

For a moment there
was silence as Mariana's mind tried to grasp what it was, exactly, that was
happening. Or, it felt like silence—Mariana kept chanting, though, and there
were still tiny schlicking sounds as Camille studiously attended the young
Princess's pulsating cunt.

Camille slid away
after a moment, though.

“Would you like to
meet him, Princess? Would you like to meet your new King?”

The double-doors
banged across the quarters. Counselor Victor entered the room, immediately
disrobing. Mariana gasped at his sensationally cut musculature, his throbbing
pecs and solid brick of abdomen muscles. And his manhood! It was monstrously
huge, thick as a bottle and just as long. It would rearrange her entire life
just to have him inside of her. She was desperate for such change.

He was godly. He
was certainly her God. She needed to obey him. Love him. Worship him.

He closed the
distance between them shortly, and put a strong hand underneath her chin.

“Hello there,
Princess. I'm sorry I'm a little late. I had to convince my other special girls
that fucking guards to distract them wasn't betraying my trust.”

Mariana giggled
helplessly. He was saying so many things at once. It was hard to focus on them
all. She just nodded, agreeing happily. “Yes, Master.”

His smile
broadened. Mariana felt her cunt do backflips just from that small gesture. He
pushed Camille to the floor, where she landed with a little happy giggle. Her
face was smeared with Mariana's juices. That was so hot. This was all so hot.
Mariana pulled at Master, guiding him downward.

“Please, Master,”
she moaned. “Please, fuck me like I deserve. Fuck your Princess like no one
else can.”

He said nothing,
just smiling intensely. His cock was so monstrously hard. Her cunt was slick,
perfectly lubricated thanks to Camille's efforts. He entered inside of her with
complete ease. Every throbbing inch of him pushing aside her maidenhood like it
was nothing at all. She barely felt the pain—pleasure was the name of the day
as his cockmeat filled her gentle teen pussy more and more.

His massive size
dominated her entire mind—there was no other thought that could possibly
penetrate her skull when he was penetrating her so thoroughly. Completely, that
was the word. She was complete, now, with him inside of her. It was so
wonderful, so perfect, that her very first man was actually her God, was her
husband-to-be, was her supreme King.

And then. Then he
started to fuck her properly. The enormous size pumping in and out of her tiny
cunt. The meat so completely dominant, so large and veiny and diamond-hard. He
ruled her, totally. She squeezed her tight snatch as best she could, hoping her
soft warm wetness was so nice for him. There was nothing she wanted more than
to possess the hottest, wettest, tightest place in the world for his wonderful
cock.

She was so happy,
serving underneath him. This was her true place, her true role. Princesses were
made to serve Kings like him. He slapped her lightly on one cheek, and then the
other, his hands moving downward to paw artlessly at her enormous breasts. She
smiled at him, licking her lips.

Camille was on the
ground next to them, fingering her pussy, cumming again and again from the
sight of these two individuals fucking each other so hard. Her hair had become
a tangled, sweaty mass around her pregnant body, wrapping around her tits and
ass in a loving coil. Her dress was all disheveled, hanging loosely off of her
swelling breasts.

“My Royal Slave,”
grunted Master, as he fucked Mariana even harder.

“Your Royal
Slave!”

He pumped harder and
harder at Mariana's affirmation. His thumbs running over her big nipples.

“You are my
PrincessFuckToy.”

“Your
PrincessFuckToy!”

She pushed back
into him as he pushed into her, hoping to massage his perfect cock even more as
it delivered his holy message inside of her.

“My little Teen
Queen.”

“Your Teen Queen!”
She cried back, instantly.

“Mine to own.”

“Yours to own!”

Her eyes were
getting maniacal now in their ferventness—unblinking, ever widening.

“You're mine to
breed,” he grunted.

“Yours to breed!”

His load shot
inside her with all the intensity of a thunderstorm. She felt like she was
going to explode from the pure electricity of it, from the overload of hot,
sexual bliss that he delivered.

It was like the
feeling from the drink that Camille delivered multiplied by thousands.
Millions. Her head hung loosely off the couch, staring and giggling softly at
nothing at all. Her mind felt totally gone. She felt him exit her cunt, and
whined helplessly, one gloved hand raising up to beg for more. He had made her
feel so good.

She turned to look
at her Master's perfect body.

Oh god, he was
still hard! Even after filling her full of his fuckdaddy superstrong breeding
cum, he was still sooo hard. His cock was slick and wet with her juices still,
with his juices. She licked her lips.

He sat down on the
couch, at the other end from her.

“Camille,” he
called out. “Attend me.”

Mariana put a
dainty hand to her mouth, taken aback. She sat up on the couch, her heart
pounding fast. Some of the fog clearing away.

“My darling
Master,” she gasped, “Am I not allowed to clean your cock? Have I been . . .
demoted
?”

He
smiled, clearly enjoying her shock at possible rejection..

“Of course not, my dearest. Come,” he said, guiding
Mariana's hand. “Join Camille. Join your sister-in-servitude.”

“Yesss,” Camille purred, staring happily into
Mariana's green gaze. “Join me, love, please!”

Mariana could not resist her Master's command. She
did not know if she had the fortitude to resist anything Camille said now,
either. She was sooooo stunning. A slave. Just like her.

They both began stroking and kissing Master's cock, happily
obeying.

“I deserve lots of Slave Princesses, don't I, girls?
And lots of Slave Queens, too. Lots and lots.”

“Lots and lots,” they echoed together, and then
giggled at how they both said it at the same time, in the same adoring
sing-songy voice.

“Good girls.”

They both swooned. Stroking him even harder.
Mariana's hand on top, Camille's below. Their gloves shining and sparkling,
getting covered over with streams of precum.

“Now, because I do, so unquestionably, deserve a few
Queens, it only makes sense that you two would be the first of so many, since
you're both so unbelievably gorgeous. Mariana has just the slightest bit of
superiority, since she was a real Princess in the old world, but Camille . . .
Camille, you were the one first responded so positively to my concoctions.
Before you, I had many failures. But you are the symbol of my triumph. The
symbol of how I deserve so much. So much more than only Mariana as my Queen.”

They each nodded. Smiling at each other knowingly.

“And once I have enough Queens...well, that means it
will be time to promote the two of you. The idea of the Seven Divinities ought
to be somewhat updated, I think. ”

Their hearts both caught in their throats. Promotion!
They were so excited. Of course they knew they deserved it.

“Now, I want you two to tell each other how much you
care for each other.” He stroked Mariana's hair with one hand, and then
Camille's with the other. “How much you adore each other, and want so
desperately to make each other happy. For me.”

“Yes, Master!” they cooed.

Mariana went first. “Camille, I think you're
incredible.” Her voice sugaring each word. “I love the way your cheekbones are
so proud and amazing, how your jawline is so utterly smooth and perfect, your
glorious face, your simply ravishing body, your sense of style, your hair...you
are the complete package, and then some. You are just...” she moaned, watching
Camille get turned on by the talk, watching her glorious brown eyes brim with
need for more praise from her new sister-slave. “...just
amazing.
I
love
you, Camille. I
adore
you...and I hope
you
adore
me.
”

Camille nodded, bringing her face closer to Victor's
cock. The two of their faces so close to the pulsing, throbbing meat, as they
stared desperately into each other's eyes, looking for more angles of devotion.

“I...I chose this dress for you, Mariana.” She
flattened out the green sheer fabric that was barely still on her body.
“Because I know it's your favorite color, because it's just like your eyes. I
wanted you to know that all the things that are your favorites are my favorite
too. And I want you to know I think you're so fucking precious and gorgeous and
amazing and I just so utterly, completely adore you so fucking much and—”