Chapter 13

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The next girl strutted in and immediately owned the room. Delilah sat up immediately to see her. Miles did too, thunking Lily’s head on the underside of the desk. Lily's quite audible moan was half pleasure, half pain.

This new girl’s walk was unreal, swaying hips in that slightly exaggerated but still completely natural way. She had practiced. Her face was classically gorgeous. Timelessly gorgeous. High cheekbones and soft lips, a sharp nose and big, expressive green eyes. She looked like a 1940s movie starlet, like a classical femme fatale.

Delilah checked the dossier. Her name was Emma.

She stopped, posed, and sneer-smiled in exactly the right hot way. Letting it be known that she was perfectly happy to smile, but only for the right kind of Man.

Delilah felt her heart beating fast. Her hand was on Miles’s Cock—openly stroking the shaft that wasn't deep inside Lily's mouth. Rubbing her milk-heavy tits onto Miles's well-built arm. Milk leaked out from her blazer, probably ruining the expensive clothing. It didn't matter; Miles paid for everything. And Delilah was unable to stop herself in the midst of her arousal and the arousal of her man.

Emma saw what Delilah did because of course she did. Her sneer-smile turned into surprise, but she wasn’t moving. Her pose remained still—arm at an angle, hips cocked to one side, a leg forward. Delilah locked eyes with her. It was from a distance, but her gaze was her gaze, and it was powerful.

It was hot to her that they both had green eyes; something in common. In fact, with the way they both had deeply vibrant chestnut hair, it was almost like they could be sisters.

“Like a little sister…” she whispered.

“That’s what You want, huh?” said Miles. “A little sister fuck to help Daddy’s Cock?”

Delilah melted. It drove her wild to hear him talk like that. She nodded, biting a bottom lip. She bit harder when she saw Emma doing the same. Miles’s power taking hold of her.

First he would turn her on; his scent and presence did most of that. He was an impressively handsome man. Women immediately wanted him. Wanted to feel his thick, hard chest. The immovable objects of his shoulders. The massive turn of his biceps. The strength in his hands.

Then, using Emma's arousal as fuel, he would fill her mind with all kinds of viciously hot images. Images of him fucking her against a wall. Images of her begging to suck his Cock. Images of the two of them caught underneath bedding and wrapped in each other’s arms with his enormity slowly pumping inside of her, making her promise after promise of powerful eternal love.

Delilah watched Emma’s eyes glaze over. All of this hitting her at once. Miles's power had only grown in the time Delilah had known him, and when he had turned Delilah's life upside down, he had already been quite powerful.

“Master,” Delilah said, hand slick-sliding up and down Miles's Cock, “she's really pretty.”

“Yes she is.”

“I want to see if she's worthy for You, Master. I want to see how she does in the test.”

He nodded eagerly. “Do it,” said Miles. “I want to see her in action.”

Delilah almost began to hurry off, but Miles slapped her hard on the ass and tugged her back toward him in the same motion.

“Make it unfair,” he said.

Delilah smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. She knelt down underneath the desk, barely controlling the wet drool forming in her mouth from her proximity to her Master's Cock. Lily, barely cognizant, didn’t even seem to notice as Delilah took her heels away from her. A few seconds later, Delilah was back up on her feet.

“Here,” she said, walking to Emma. “Try these on. They’re taller.”

“T-taller?” Emma was dazed; Miles doing his work on her brain. Locking eyes with her. Emma touched herself openly.

“And prettier. Put them on.” She handed Emma a small package of lingerie from off Miles's desk. “And put this on too. We have one final step of the audition for you. We’re going to bring in some of the other girls.”

“Other girls?”

“Yes. We’re going to see how you shape up next to them.” Delilah gave her a quick but lingering kiss on the cheek, then on her neck. “Don’t worry, sis. You’re going to do great.”

“I feel...” Emma's voice was tight, like she might cry. “I feel like I'm going crazy. I think you're married to him but I think I'm in love with him a-and—”

Delilah kissed her softly on the lips and shushed her with a finger. “Give in. The more you give in, the better you'll feel. The better it will be. Give in to his Cock, and it will all make sense. Do you understand?”

Emma nodded, green eyes wide with gratitude. She got dressed quickly behind a screen. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Master to see her naked; it wasn’t that Master didn’t want that either. But everyone agreed without speaking, just knowing, that it would be better to wait. Wait until he decided for real; wait until they were going to fuck.

The screen was there strategically for this modeling audition and also just generally; Delilah certainly had used it plenty of times just to show off different outfits. He didn't like seeing the transition phase; he wanted to see complete looks.

Delilah called Mona through the intercom to send in the other two girls and send the rest home. Shortly after, two pretty things named Clarice and Sandra walked in. They had been earmarked early on and told to stay. The last two hours had been the happiest of their lives, thinking they had a chance to work in Miles’s office. Close to him, close to Delilah. Close to the Cock.

They walked in and stood on either side of Emma—who stood tall and proud in her lacy blue lingerie and designer heels. Sandra and Clarice, meanwhile, wore the bog standard black underwear and bras and the trash big box style heels they had come in on.

“We’ve narrowed it down to the three of you,” said Delilah. “It’s been a tough process. And there’s still a tough decision ahead. Only one can progress to the final round.”

They looked uncomfortably at Emma. Emma sort of sneered, sort of smirked in their direction. Like she couldn’t believe her luck. Her sneer won out, and Lily moaned audibly, another thump filling the room from underneath Miles's desk where his surging Cock had thumped her skull against the desk.

Emma was a quick study. Her sneer became more pronounced, clear and terrible judgment filling her expression as she looked at Sandra. Another, harder thump from Miles's desk and a strangled moan from Lily.

Delilah bent over at Miles's desk and slid her hands across his incredible body. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, sliding over the washboard abs underneath. “Little sis is learning quick,” she said.

“She is.” He kept his voice conspiratorial, like her. “Walk them through it.”

“Now,” Delilah raised her voice. “We thought we would give you a chance to argue your case. Which of you thinks she’s going to be the winner?

Sandra was several inches shorter than Emma and just a tad overweight, though she carried it well. Clarice had short hair and a cute face; guys would probably hit on her at bars thinking they had a shot even though they really didn't.

Emma, meanwhile, was clearly Emma—taller and bustier and more beautiful by every margin.

“I mean…” Sandra began, shaking her head. “It’s obvious you want her to win.”

Delilah smiled. “How so?”

“I mean…look at her.”

Emma tossed her hair back, smiling beautifully. “Yeah, Daddy. Look at me.”

“No, I mean…” Sandra started to tear up. “You gave her heels and lingerie.”

Delilah pretended not to understand. “You’re in underwear, aren’t you?”

“But not lingerie! It’s different!”

“Do you really believe you deserve lingerie?” Delilah made a show of confusion. “When you compare yourself…to her?”

“Isn’t it funny,” Emma tossed her hair, “how losers always make such excuses for themselves?”

Miles grunted. Lily’s head smashed against his desk again; this time Delilah heard a crack. It would have been the wood; Lily’s head was in no more danger of breaking than a titanium sarcophagus.

“And what do you think, Emma?”

“It's obvious what I think,” she said. “I'm better than both of them. Both of you.” She addressed them directly. “I mean it's obvious that this is all about fucking. This is all about his Cock. And the two of you don't deserve it like I do. And if this is all about his Cock, about making Him happy, then why the fuck are you even here? Like, should you even actually be alive? Wouldn't it just make sense for you two to go jump off a bridge somewhere?”

Another hard crack—and this time the desk was clearly breaking apart. Miles was squat-standing, thrusting hard into Lily's head and using it to split apart the hard walnut of his desk. Lily would have a headache tomorrow, but that was all; they'd have to replace the desk, though.

“Look at him, you stupid fucking cows.” Emma sneered and laughed. “Look at how bad he fucking wants me. You're going to go to bed tonight begging God that anyone would want you as much as he wants me. He's going to give me everything.” She winked at Miles. “Aren't you, Daddy?”

He was beyond ready for her.

“Get over here. Others, leave. Now.”

His commands were terse but clear. Sandra and Clarice, sobbing from Emma's words, fled the room.

Emma, meanwhile, crept on top of his desk and crawled erotically toward him, moaning and gasping, pleading as she came nearer. Miles tossed Lily to one side.

“N-need it...” Lily moaned weakly.

She'd had a mainline to the nectar of the Gods and she'd never have enough—but she mattered less now that Emma was around.

The shift in hierarchy was that quick, that precise—Emma, by virtue of nothing else but being hot, had quickly risen to Delilah's second-in-command and Miles's second favorite.

All that mattered was making his Cock Happy.

Emma was bent over on all fours in front of his cock. Her hands framing the massive crack where Lily's skull had split the desk. Looking up at Miles with bright green, needy eyes. Delilah took Emma by the hair and pushed her down between Miles’s Cock. He groaned and came almost immediately, shoving deeper into her mouth and throat. The bulge there pulsating as he came more and more—often and heavy. His balls, grapefruit-sized, slapped against her chin.

“Look what I’ve done for You, Master,” Delilah urged him. “Look what I made for You.”

“It’s all for Me,” he said.

She nodded urgently. “It’s ALL for You.”

“Gotta fuck her.”

Miles was normally talkative, jocular, even garrulous. But when he needed to fuck bad, his vocabulary sunk down to nothing. He pulled Emma up and—using just one hand around her waist—slammed her into the nearby wall and shoved himself up into her cunt. His cock shredded her lingerie, pushing deep inside her with no resistance from her gorgeously wet virgin pussy.

Just like that he fucked her. His massive hard-on driving up into her tight young fertile body. No resistance. Nothing stopping him. Mindfucking Emma further with every thrust of his hips.

Emma's face was a contortion of ecstasy. She had been cumming since the second she saw his Cock. Right now, Delilah knew, she experienced the singularity.

This was the term Delilah had come up with to describe how Miles's Cock made time stop. Delilah knew she was in her early twenties. But the first time she had tasted her God's Cock had lasted for thousands of years. Before Cock, her will had been a tower of stone.

But after Cock, she understood that tower was a sandcastle, kicked over before the awesome, universe-bending power of the Cock. Her couple of decades of free will were annihilated by thousands and thousands and thousands of years of constant orgasms wrapped up inside of just a few minutes, all the while only picturing Miles and his Holy, Precious, Perfect Cock.

“Fuck him, little sis,” Delilah moaned.

She believed it. Emma was her little sister. She even believed it knowing it was something she believed—knowing that Emma once upon a time hadn’t been her little sister.

But there they were, the memories entering her mind: Emma and her having sleepovers in pajamas. Those pajamas getting sexier and sexier every year until they were both eighteen and they just started wearing lingerie. Learning to make out with each other.

Putting pictures of Miles on each other’s desktops, on their smart phones, in their tablets. Talking about how much they loved him, how much they wanted to be lovestruck Cockslaves for him. How they wished he was their Daddy; how they wanted to snuggle into his bed every night and snugglesuck his Cock until he would never leave them.

As Miles drove his Cock into Emma, Delilah locked eyes with her little sister. Needing to hypnotize her for Master.

“You love him, Emma.”

“I love him.”

“He’s everything to You.”

“He’s everything to Me!”

Miles bit her shoulder, making his mark.

“You need him to get you pregnant.”

“I need him to get me pregnant!”

Delilah's hot milk poured down their joined bodies, lubricating their fucking.

Miles fucked her harder, deeper.

“You're a ****.”

“I'm a ****.”

His thrusts so quick and often now.

“You're his ****.”

“I'm his ****.”

He came in her, but he kept going. Cumming didn't make him tired; only being tired made him tired, and Master took a long time to get tired. One of Emma's orgasms from feeling him shoot inside her was simply met with another, and another, and another.

And on and on. Instituting obedience. Instituting control.

Emma came, again and again. The whole time, Delilah was there, dripping milk, gazing in her little sister’s eyes, hypnotizing her to be even more in love with their Master.

[TO BE CONTINUED…]