B: A Taste of Things to Come.

I am compelled to tell you what happened next by the will of The Supreme Master, whose mercy is mystery, but before I do, I need you to understand something. Everything I said, everything I did, I did against my will. I am a lectator of The Supreme Master, whose appetites are endless, I do not have a choice. I must follow The Commandments and Protocols encoded upon me by my right and lawful owner. What I want is irrelevant. If you cannot understand this, then you have never been bonded mind, body, and soul to the will of an alien intelligence. Be grateful for your ignorance.

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"Who is hungry." My wife asked the girls. Alisa and Chloe smiled as they smelled fresh baked cookies with an extra special ingredient.
"Oh wow. Those look amazing Mrs. Randmoor." Chloe said taking one of the chocolate chip and nanite cookies. Chloe moaned in delight as she swallowed her first taste. The eighteen year old girl proceeded to devour four cookies in rapid succession. "Ali, your mom is awesome." Chloe said with a look of carnal hunger as she gazed at my wife. "You got to try one." Chloe said as she practically **** one of the contaminated cookies into my daughter's face.
"No thanks, I do not need the sugar." Alisa said. "Thanks mom. I thought you had gone to bed. Is dad still out star-gazing?"
"Your Daddy will be joining us shortly." my wife said before turning her gaze from Alisa to Chloe. She watched as the nubile high school senior began to sweat, with our enhanced senses we could see her body's immune system fighting a losing war against The Supreme Master's Bondage, which yokes us to their urges. It did not take long for the alien nano-weapon to begin integrating itself into the girl's metabolism and rewire her brain to follow the Commandments and Protocols.
Chloe's body was drenched in sweat, Her long blonde hair clinging to her back as her ample bosom heaved with labored breath as the nubile's eye grew wide with comprehension. Chloe took off her classes and looked at my wife with silent awe and trepidation. "Do you know?" My wife asked the eighteen year old girl. Chloe nodded.
"Know what? What is going. Ewww Mom! What are you doing?" Alisa cried out as my wife and Chloe began to kiss. The two women enthusiastically explored one another's bodies for the entertainment pleasure of the Cosmic Noosphere. My wife moaned as the attention of countless creatures pushed themselves into her mind to experience the pleasure being a pair of women enjoying each other's bodies. Alisa was so shocked by the display of aggressive lesbianism that she did not notice the slug shaped colony of nanites the size of a large rat crawl from her mother's mouth down her best friend's throat. Once the massive input of alien parasites made it to Chloe's heart and brain, she belonged to the aliens <evaluation complete. grade: 2. role: ****. function: sharmotile> .

Chloe looked at my wife nervously. "How shall I serve?" The nubile girl asked.
My wife twirled Chloe around and commanded her to "Dance for The Supreme Master." She commanded with a slap on the teenager's ass for emphasis.
"""Who is always watching.""" They said in unison before Chloe used her new alien enhancements to hijack Alisa's speakers and play some song I had never heard before, but was perfect for stripping.

Chloe pulled off her sweat soaked tank top and twirled it above her head before tossing it away. Chloe turned and twerked with a nervous smile before she felt the shock of a directive to take off her pants and panties. The pajama bottoms literally disintegrated in her grasp leading Chloe to not so much take of her pants as have them dissolve into colored smoke in her hands. Chloe cried out in shock and surprise when her panties and bra were literally set on fire. Chloe's underwear burned away as nanothreads began to cover the girl's skin.

Chloe looked at herself as the gold threads began decorating her dermis. I remember the sound she made when the nipple rings began growing out of her tits. <Oh God! This is like getting a piercing but backwards. What the fuck?> She screamed through the Cosmic Noosphere as a chain slithered out of her bellybutton and around her waist. It took only a few seconds, but they were the beginning of a life of suffering and agony for Chloe and the rest of the human race. <Dance.> Chloe felt the jolt of the directive and continued gyrations in the nude. The nubile young girl was conscious of all the eyes, tongues, and tendrils exploring her naked body as she moved for their amusement. Chloe's skin began to prickle with goose bumps. Her feelings of exposure and embarrassment rippling through the interstellar data stream.
My wife joined the nubile in her dance. The two switched between doing ballroom moves into bouts of twerking, grinding, and club dancing that ended with a piece of my wife's outfit evaporating until the nubile and mature woman were wrapped in one another's arms. Exploring each other's bodies with their hands, fingers, lips, and tongues. Their faces could not hide their discomfort as their bodies obeyed the protocols. In the back of their minds, both slaves heard the directives of the audience. They would feel the lash and jolts of the directives informing them what they must do to serve, obey, and please The Supreme Master, whose joys are rarely pleasant.

While all this was happening, Alisa was reaching trying to find help. The first thing my baby girl did was send a text to her boyfriend<Xander Babe. I am freaking out. Mom and Chloe are on **** or something. I need you! Please come and get me. I am scared. Please baby. Please come for me."> She sent to the All-American tight end she had been going out with for three years. After watching the gold jewelry and bodytape begin to seep out of her friend, Alisa tried calling 911.
The Supreme Master, whose mirth is mischievous, had me push the text through, going so far as to switch off sleep mode on Alexander's phone, pump the volume on the notification, and ring his phone three times before I could see that he had gotten the message through the phone's camera. The youth looked confused, shouted "what the fuck?" at his phone several times before he started getting dressed and heading towards our house.

Alisa's phone rang twice before a voice answered her. "911. Please state the nature of your emergency."
"Yes. My mom and friend have something really wrong with them." Alisa said.
"Can you be more specific?" Alisa heard the operator say.
"I. I am not sure that I can. I am worried that if I try. You will think that I am crazy. That this is a prank call or something. But it is not. It really, really is not. I need your help. Please. I am so scared. I need help." Alisa said through her tears as she watched her mom using her tongue to toy with Chloe's tit ring, causing the nubile **** girl to moan in awash of both pain and pleasure.
"It is alright." Alisa heard the operator say. "I have heard some crazy stories in my time. Tell you what. I am dispatching the police now. The officers are on their way."
"Really?" Alisa asked pleading with the operator and God for it to be the truth.
"Really. The monitor shows me that a car with a canine unit is on its way. Do you like dogs, sweetie?"
"I love dogs." Alisa said looking optimistic for the first time since her friend became infected.
"There you go. Now why don't you tell me what is wrong with your mom and Chloe?" Alisa heard the operator say.
"It's like, they suddenly went schizophrenic, acting like someone is watching them and making them act like. Like..." Alisa struggled to find the right words.
"Like what?"
"Like whores!" Alisa blurted out.
"Are your mother and Chloe engaging in carnal relations?"
"Yes." Alisa said reluctantly.
"Are you turned on by it?" The operator asked.
"What?" Alisa was flabbergasted.
"Do you want to see your mom eat Chloe's pussy?"
"Wait. I never told you my friends name." Alisa said. There was a long silence before a chorus of laughter from a billion throats from across a million worlds coming from a countless variety of humanoid and xenoforms.
Alisa dropped her phone. Alisa's phone switched to speaker mode. "Miss. I need you to stay calm and prepare yourself. You and your world belong to The Supreme Master, who is the lawful owner of your planet and all the beasts that dwell upon it, that includes your species. There is nothing you can do about it. Now get down on your knees and prepare for your Daddy to put you into bondage where you belong. Try to run if you want, but if you do, the audience will insist that the lectator goes rough on you."
The phone hung up and Alisa felt Chloe's hand on her left shoulder and her mom grabbed her right. "Come and join us sweetie. It is like they said. We are all the property of The Supreme Master."
"""Whose plaything we...""" The words of the slaves were cut off by Alisa's screams.
"Shut up!" my youngest daughter cried out as she tried to thrash kick, and bit her way to freedom.

Amidst the struggle, Alisa bumped into me.
Alisa saw a disruption in the air as I switched off my bondage's cloaking device. I went from invisible and inaudible to towering over my sweet baby girl wearing a black skintight body glove. Her forearms felt so small in my grasp. The squeezed Alisa's biceps firmly, I watched my daughter wince in pain as she looked at me with confusion, incredulity, and above all terror.
"Daddy!?!" Alisa cried out as my wife and Chloe grabbed my daughter's wrists and **** her down onto her knees.

As I stood over my daughter, my cock and balls hanging out in front of her face as my bondage receded back into my body's interior. I felt the comments buzzing, jabbing, stinging, and burning me as the audience fought over what I ought to do now.
The first faction wanted to see me **** and humiliate my daughter as I **** her into bondage. They wanted to see me **** my youngest girl and use her body like a fuck doll before she is allowed to know the feeling of being an alien's plaything.
The second faction wanted me to place Alisa inside of a Noospheric Stimulation. They wanted me to plunge my daughter into her worst nightmare. A scenario which will play on all of her worst fears and repressed desires.
Then a third faction emerged that wanted me to hang Alisa in chains and make her watch as her boyfriend is toyed with by her family and friends before being properly bound to The Supreme Master, whose touch is always creepy.
I gritted my teeth as the directive drove itself into my brain.

(What does TSM command Jake do to his youngest and most nubile daughter?)
(A: Break Alisa's body with brutal and abusive ****.)
(B: Break Alisa's mind by sending her into a nightmare realm.)
(C: Break Alisa's spirit watching the love of her life be powerless to save her.)
(Vote in the comments. Ranking your choices is appreciated. If you want to include comments and details with your vote...)
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