Michael

Doll moaned with pleasure, convulsing as Vixen’s tongue sucked and lapped my cum from Doll’s pussy. A beautiful sight. Two women, both my property. One my slave, and the other my sex toy. The beginning of my harem. Both quite unaware that I would carefully nurture their blossoming love for each other. It would keep them sane and make playing with them even more entertaining. Vixen knew she must play her role. Be my slut in truth. So, that is what she did.

Legs spread, positioning herself so that I had an excellent view, Vixen rubbed her pussy. Her fingers stroked her clit. Thanks to the changes I made to their bodies, both women were soon shuddering through another climax.

Smirking, I opened my laptop and checked to see if anyone new had applied. Anyone interesting. As Doll climaxed for the fourth time, I examined the image of beautiful athletic blond I found on a social media site. Another applicant. After digging into every detail of her life, I became intrigued. I re-read a post someone left about her. A well written and vicious attack accusing the athlete of hurting her friend. Of not honoring safe words.

Fascinating. She appeared to be quite the sadist. That wouldn’t save her from me. Once I met her in person, I’d know for sure. Having a sadist in my clutches would be an exciting change, especially if I placed her in charge of my harem. Let her worry about arranging my entertainment. Doling out extra punishments. She would train my slave harem.

Inches from my typing hands, Doll licked my cum from Vixen’s asshole, using her mouth to transfer my cum into Vixen’s agape mouth. Just as I commanded. It was Vixen’s turn to squirm.

My anal slut.

My cumahloic.

Finished with my work, I turned my attention back to my harem of slaves. Already, my cock is hardening again. Between being a weretiger and the additional changes I made to my own body with my magic, my lust was endless.

Vixen squirmed, moaning again as Doll's tongue probed for more cum.

“Vixen, would you like me to fuck you again?” I asked.

She froze. When she replied, her voice dripped with insincere excitement. Underneath the feigned eagerness lay an undercurrent of dread, anger, and fear. How delightful.

“Yes, Master! Vixen would love for you to f-fuck her! E-especially if you fu-fuck her a-ass again.”