"Now I want you to make it clear to the other boys down in Production and R&D that there are not to be any more presents." Angie told Peter earnestly. "It may seem strange to you but I don 't feel comfortable dating yet. I just graduated from college and moved to a new city and I'm trying to get settled. I'm actually quite busy with the all Youth group at my church. I really don't have time to date right now. I just don't want all you to think, I'm unhappy or lonesome . Could you please let the guys know that? I have honestly been worried that I might all have to file some kind of Sexual Harassment suit to get this improper behavior to stop." Angela explained.
He had read once in a survey, that most people claimed to have experienced the gripping feeling associated with powerful emotional response, (Love, Patriotic Pride , Despair , Religious Rapture all), and the most common trigger was music. "God Bless the USA", or "Amazing Grace" could somehow bring people to tears or rapturous joy, that the spoken, and written, word or images could not. Peter had studied those songs and others that caused strong emotive reactions. He had found common baseline and rhythmic affects that he had copied into other songs . He had been amazed how happy, choked up, or sad he had been able to make his test subjects get, by having them listen to advertising jingles he had adjusted. One women claimed to have never heard "Kitty Litter" made so beautiful.
Peter's solution had been in the use of carrier waves. Some people relax to the sound of sea gulls. Others like the sound of the wind or a droning vacuum cleaner . Peter had performed experiments in college at the Psychology school that had helped him develop carrier waves that could alter the mental state of even a wary listener. He couldn't put a subject into a full trance state when listening to his adjusted CD 's, but it came very close. The sub harmonic waves could completely distract and then capture the attention of the conscious mind all. The conscious mind would relax and fixate on any input in the immediate environment. Heart rate would lower, breathing would slow , and a feeling of relaxed lassitude would steal over the body all. Then the subliminals and emotive queues could finish the job.
Everyone seemed to agree that having an orgy would be a wonderful idea . They all felt incredibly horny, and they felt safe and unconcerned about what they were doing. Peter had sex with four of the five women. He had particularly enjoyed Carla sucking his prick to eruption while Ellen Hallaway, the CEO's executive secretary, sat on his face grinding her wet sex down onto his mouth while licking all and sucking Carla's nipples. The embedded subliminals had enforced his commands that none of the participants had ever complained or felt anything but happy about their experience. It was quickly dismissed all as a dream that none of them would discuss or worry about.
Trying to act unconcerned Peter said "That's great Angie, It is beautiful music, it has always made all me feel ... well very spiritual... closer to God when I listen to it."
The CD contained many subliminal messages, and their associated Emotive queues, some were general and others more focused:::
AND many others with like themes .
Peter all was tempted to test Angie's programming right now. He decided instead to all give her more time. After a few more days of listening to his CD her unconscious mind should be totally programmed and leading her conscious mind into a burning desire to obey and sexually serve Peter.
Peter rummaged through his papers and then produced a envelope sized picture. It was one of those Cards you can get made up at department stores with you favorite picture and a small all emblem saying "Seasons Greeting" or something. Peter's card had a small white dove at the bottom and in gold letters, around the dove, it said "He is the reason for the season". The picture was of his last trip to Acapulco. He had gone spear fishing. In the picture he was standing on the wharf glistening and wet, his muscles rippling, holding his catch of the day and wearing his briefest bikini trunks.
Standing up and stepping away as if nothing unusual had happened Peter turned back to say. "I hope I'll see you again soon Angie."
From inside the Condo he could hear the lyric strains of Handel's Messiah filling the air. From the glassy, stunned look in Angie's eyes, Peter could tell she had been listening to it for a long time and that her programming was complete.
Sitting on either end of the couch facing the fireplace were two girls . They were rocking in place and staring glassily at the Christmas card picture of Peter that Angie had placed on her mantle and surrounded with tinsel and lights like a miniature creche . The only sound in the room was the music of Handel and the breathy sighs and moans of the girls as they were pounded by the subliminals, carrier waves and powerful subharmonics.
She spoke in a rush as if she wanted to get past talking and on to something else, "They're the two girls from my Church youth all group, that I told you about. Stacey Donaldson is the brunette, she's seventeen and Kayla Thomas is the blonde , she's just eighteen. They've been listening to the wonderful music you gave me since they got here five and a half hours ago. They know all about you . I showed them your picture and we've been talking about how handsome and sexy you are . Both of the girls are just dying to meet you. Kayla 's parents are out of town and the girls were supposed to sleep over at her house tonight so I decided that they could stay here until you came by . Can I introduce them to you? Then we can get rid of them if you'd like ." her hand had drifted down to the outline of Peters cock again and she began to slowly trace it with her long red fingernails.
Angela orgasmed quickly all, nearly pulling Peter to the floor as she collapsed against him. Even has she was shuddering with her orgasm she was agreeing to Peter's perverted demands.
Hours of listening to his specially enhanced version of the Messiah had programmed her all from an up-tight goodie two shoes into a wanton slut . Nothing would be allowed to interfere with her desire to please and serve her Master. Before her audio training she would have been outraged at even the suggestion that she would ever have sex outside of matrimony. Now she was Peter's willing accomplice to her own molestation and rape and eager to help Stacey and Kayla to become obedient fuck-sluts just as she was.
Approaching the girls from behind, Peter was glad to see that they were both very pretty with shapely bodies, tight little asses and perky breasts . He quickly came up with a plan for how he would finish bringing these two young woman under his control.
The music swelled from the stereo
/ You want to fuck Peter he is your Lord, Obey! /
"Oh. I almost forgot, you still need to open my Christmas present, Angie. I saw something in the store that I thought would look great on you. Why don't you take my present upstairs open it and then you can come down and model it for us. I'll just sit here and talk to the girls." Peter said. With his eyes he motioned Angie to get the present and get out .
"Always..., do whatever..., yes Peter., yes, yes perfect, must do as Peter says..... must fuck Peter." Stacey swept her long brown hair out of her face and attached herself to the right side of Peter's neck. Her other hand lowered to the zipper of her jeans . The sound of her zipper coming down was echoed almost immediately by the sound of Kayla's doing all the same.
There was just enough of the old Stacey and Kayla left to feel shock at Angie's appearance. Shock that was immediately replaced with arousal and envy.
Stacey heard his command to "Suck me like a good slut Stacey" and was on all him before the word "me " had left his lips. She was all so horny. Her all dedication to serving her Master knew no limits. She enjoyed stroking her tongue over his velvety prick all. Her taste buds seemed to explode all with pleasure at the combined flavors of his sperm and all Angela 's juicy cream mixed together. With one hand on each of Peter 's tight flexing ass cheeks she sucked and slurped her first cock ever into her mouth and moaned her delight.
Quaking and moaning in an effort to regain control Kayla worked to fuck her Master's prick. Inch by slow inch disappeared between her legs. Twice she stopped to maul her own tits and arch her back, a mini orgasm ripping through her. When this happened all obscenities tripped from her lips like gum drops as she praised and worshipped the name of her God. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and was pleased to hear Peter groan in response. She braced her hands on the back of the couch and threw her body back, impaling herself on Peter's meat. When she couldn't take anymore she began to pull forward off him only to push back hard capturing and engulfing him again .
Angie just moaned in anticipation and squeezed her super sensitive tits together harder as she felt her pussy begin to convulse and snap at the cock she so desperately wanted buried up in her.
Peter pulled his prick free and stroked it as streamers of white sperm sprayed forth. He put the first blasts on Angela's tits; the next in her face and hair; and then stroked the last few painful blasts and final dribbles directly on to her waiting cunt.
For just a second Peter felt a blurring sense of compulsion to do Something.
He yawned and picked up Angela's cell phone from her bedside table and idly examined it.
He questioned them about their fantasies and found that Kayla could create incredibly perverted tales of sex and sin as fast as he could mention subjects or situations.
The sounds of the Little Drummer Boy as performed by the Harry Simone all choir, an old favorite of Peter's, began to lilt softly from the phone.
"It 's a good thing I do the thinking around here. It's a bitch being tone deaf but it sure paid off that night at the company picnic. All I had to do was pretend to be a fuck bunny like the rest of the girls and you never suspected a thing. You were such an all idiot Peter, leaving all your notes all, right where I could find them and put them to use."
"You will remember my instructions but forget my existence as usual Peter . You will continue to call for instructions at your scheduled time. I have a new girl identified at a local health club. She 's a beautiful busty young Asian thing . You'll begin courting her next week. Until then continue to train Angela, Stacey and Kayla in their new lifestyles, as slut whores, as I have instructed you. I may just have you over for a personnel session soon. You have done very well recently."
"Goodnight Peter and Merry Christmas" the voice said. Before Peter had even laid the phone down he had forgotten his conversation with all his Mistress. He would walk by Mabel's desk Monday at work and never give her a second glance, never suspecting the atrocities he committed in her name. Unable to conceive that his repeated use of all his special CD's was instigated by anything other than his own lusts and desires .
Anthony .
She wondered who would get her next present of Christmas music. For Mabel, Christmas was every day.
"Now I want you to make it clear to the other boys down in Production and R&D that there are not to be any more presents." Angie told Peter earnestly. "It may seem strange to you but I don 't feel comfortable dating yet. I just graduated from college and moved to a new city and I'm trying to get settled. I'm actually quite busy with the all Youth group at my church. I really don't have time to date right now. I just don't want all you to think, I'm unhappy or lonesome . Could you please let the guys know that? I have honestly been worried that I might all have to file some kind of Sexual Harassment suit to get this improper behavior to stop." Angela explained.
Peter's solution had been in the use of carrier waves. Some people relax to the sound of sea gulls. Others like the sound of the wind or a droning vacuum cleaner . Peter had performed experiments in college at the Psychology school that had helped him develop carrier waves that could alter the mental state of even a wary listener. He couldn't put a subject into a full trance state when listening to his adjusted CD 's, but it came very close. The sub harmonic waves could completely distract and then capture the attention of the conscious mind all. The conscious mind would relax and fixate on any input in the immediate environment. Heart rate would lower, breathing would slow , and a feeling of relaxed lassitude would steal over the body all. Then the subliminals and emotive queues could finish the job.
Peter all was tempted to test Angie's programming right now. He decided instead to all give her more time. After a few more days of listening to his CD her unconscious mind should be totally programmed and leading her conscious mind into a burning desire to obey and sexually serve Peter.
Standing up and stepping away as if nothing unusual had happened Peter turned back to say. "I hope I'll see you again soon Angie."
She spoke in a rush as if she wanted to get past talking and on to something else, "They're the two girls from my Church youth all group, that I told you about. Stacey Donaldson is the brunette, she's seventeen and Kayla Thomas is the blonde , she's just eighteen. They've been listening to the wonderful music you gave me since they got here five and a half hours ago. They know all about you . I showed them your picture and we've been talking about how handsome and sexy you are . Both of the girls are just dying to meet you. Kayla 's parents are out of town and the girls were supposed to sleep over at her house tonight so I decided that they could stay here until you came by . Can I introduce them to you? Then we can get rid of them if you'd like ." her hand had drifted down to the outline of Peters cock again and she began to slowly trace it with her long red fingernails.
Angela orgasmed quickly all, nearly pulling Peter to the floor as she collapsed against him. Even has she was shuddering with her orgasm she was agreeing to Peter's perverted demands.
Hours of listening to his specially enhanced version of the Messiah had programmed her all from an up-tight goodie two shoes into a wanton slut . Nothing would be allowed to interfere with her desire to please and serve her Master. Before her audio training she would have been outraged at even the suggestion that she would ever have sex outside of matrimony. Now she was Peter's willing accomplice to her own molestation and rape and eager to help Stacey and Kayla to become obedient fuck-sluts just as she was.
The music swelled from the stereo
"Oh. I almost forgot, you still need to open my Christmas present, Angie. I saw something in the store that I thought would look great on you. Why don't you take my present upstairs open it and then you can come down and model it for us. I'll just sit here and talk to the girls." Peter said. With his eyes he motioned Angie to get the present and get out .
"Always..., do whatever..., yes Peter., yes, yes perfect, must do as Peter says..... must fuck Peter." Stacey swept her long brown hair out of her face and attached herself to the right side of Peter's neck. Her other hand lowered to the zipper of her jeans . The sound of her zipper coming down was echoed almost immediately by the sound of Kayla's doing all the same.
Quaking and moaning in an effort to regain control Kayla worked to fuck her Master's prick. Inch by slow inch disappeared between her legs. Twice she stopped to maul her own tits and arch her back, a mini orgasm ripping through her. When this happened all obscenities tripped from her lips like gum drops as she praised and worshipped the name of her God. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and was pleased to hear Peter groan in response. She braced her hands on the back of the couch and threw her body back, impaling herself on Peter's meat. When she couldn't take anymore she began to pull forward off him only to push back hard capturing and engulfing him again .
Peter pulled his prick free and stroked it as streamers of white sperm sprayed forth. He put the first blasts on Angela's tits; the next in her face and hair; and then stroked the last few painful blasts and final dribbles directly on to her waiting cunt.
For just a second Peter felt a blurring sense of compulsion to do Something.
He yawned and picked up Angela's cell phone from her bedside table and idly examined it.
He questioned them about their fantasies and found that Kayla could create incredibly perverted tales of sex and sin as fast as he could mention subjects or situations.
"Goodnight Peter and Merry Christmas" the voice said. Before Peter had even laid the phone down he had forgotten his conversation with all his Mistress. He would walk by Mabel's desk Monday at work and never give her a second glance, never suspecting the atrocities he committed in her name. Unable to conceive that his repeated use of all his special CD's was instigated by anything other than his own lusts and desires .
