Chapter 20: The Expansion

6 November 2025

Bob stood up at last, the enormity of the situation starting to sink in. His trousers were still down at his ankles, and his softened member hung in the cool air. Rebecca was still on the ground, unmoving and smiling devoutly. And Jenny was standing a few feet away from him, naked and adoring.

He wasn’t sure what to do first. His first instinct was to tuck himself back into his pants. On the other hand, he felt as if he were standing on the edge of a great canyon, and he was sorely tempted to leap into the abyss.

“Jenny, you’re the scientist. You’re the one who built all of this. Did you expect to turn me into your… your Master?”

"No, Master. I’m sorry, but I didn’t think you were anyone important.” Her head dropped as she made the admission, and her expression changed to one of dejection. She was almost on the verge of tears. “Since the day I infected myself, I knew about the concept of Master from my research and the notes I had received from others. But I didn’t believe it would be so overwhelming. I thought perhaps it was a metaphor. Even when I saw the virus responding to male voices and male images.”

“Then after I exposed myself, I had thoughts and fantasies and responses. I assumed there must be someone out there. That the Master was waiting for me to find him. I knew I was a caretaker waiting for the owner of the estate to arrive."

She bowed her head, a strand of dark hair falling over her face. "I apologise that my enslavement to You was accidental. I brought you here to be a donor, a tool for my own ego. If I had known that you were the Master, I would have offered myself to you the moment I saw you. I was so arrogant to think I could control the very force that was designed to find you."

She looked up then, and Bob saw a new expression on Jenny’s face. It was beyond joy. Her eyes were wide, and the pupils had dilated with a surge of chemical bliss.

“I forgive you, Jenny. I’m quite sure that I have been using you also. The way you’ve been talking today has kept me thinking about fantasies.”

“Master, they don’t have to be just fantasies now. With this discovery, we may have the way to make every one of your desires real.”

“What way? Explain it to me like I’m a child.”

She smiled. “Yes, Master. The virus responds to the voice of men. And since I infected myself with it, I have been responding as well. When I hear a man’s voice, I feel different. Aroused. Weaker.”

“You didn’t seem that way with me.”

“That’s true, Master. I didn’t seem that way. But I absolutely was. I came on strong to try to suppress that response. And clearly I was able to keep myself in check. But… every time you spoke, I was still feeling you.”

Bob nodded, and tried to process this new information. “Alright. So, what changed?”

“Your touch, Master. That was the only new variable. When you grabbed me and commanded me at the same time, something changed in me. Suddenly, rather than being a magnet pulled in the direction of the nearest other magnet, my entire being became oriented solely to you. I feel as if there are no other magnets in the world now. There is only you, Master.”

“If you’re right, does that mean…?”

Bob stopped speaking. He looked at Rebecca.

In a heartbeat, he was next to Rebecca. He got down on one knee, grabbed her wrist in his hand, and looked into her emerald eyes.

“Rebecca, you are mine.”

She shivered violently, and her eyes blinked repeatedly as the green glow flared intensely.

“Ohhhh, yes, Master.”

***

Bob was fully dressed again, and enjoying the adoring attention of the two women. Neither Jenny nor Rebecca wanted to leave his side, unless he instructed them to do so. He could see a difference in their demeanours when they were within about two metres of him. They were both calmer and also more excited.

He had to admit the combination was confounding.

“Master, I am so joyous to be your slave,” Jenny gushed. “I am aroused by the very thought of my own lack of agency. Every time you speak, every time you smile, I feel an incredible reinforcement of my new truth. I have no purpose other than to be utilised by you."

She sank down to her knees, her hands resting submissively on her thighs. "I am so sorry for thinking that I could ever be better than you, or stronger, or smarter. I am nothing before you. The laboratory, the millions in the Bank, the lives of every woman I will ever meet — they can be yours. I feel a physical need to be commanded, and to give you control. I need you to take what is yours and expand your collection.”

Jenny inhaled deeply, and looked up at him. “Tell me... does Master find his new slave's apology acceptable?"

Bob was finally snapping out of the shock, and embracing the exhilaration of being an owner. He looked down at Jenny. Without her clothing, the thirty-two-year-old researcher looked smaller, yet more desirable. In her heels, she had been a few inches shorter than his six feet, and of course on her knees she seemed even more reduced. Her slender frame was defined by medium-sized breasts, a narrow waist and nicely flared hips that compared favourably to women he had admired in girlie magazines before he met Mary. Her medium-length dark brown hair was still pulled into a loose bun, but a strand had pulled free and draped over the pale skin of her forehead.

"I accept your apology, Jenny," Bob said, his voice steadying into rote lines he had applied in other contexts. "The causes are irrelevant. The result is all that matters."

Jenny let out a soft, shuddering breath of relief. Her dark blue eyes, once sharp with clinical intellect behind her working glasses, were now wide and shimmering with a submissive glow. "Thank you, Master. Your mercy is as powerful as your dominance."

"Now," Bob continued, glancing at Rebecca, “let’s get you both presentable, and then we will return to the other office. I am going to introduce myself properly to Sarah, and then the three of you can tell me all about yourselves.”

***

After being allowed to dress and retouch their hair and makeup, Jenny and Rebecca escorted Bob back to the auxiliary office. Sarah had packed up her painting supplies, and was cleaning her brushes at the end of her morning session. In the days since she was reintegrated into a semblance of normal life, she would return to her flat to have lunch, and then report to her old job for a half-day. Her note from Dr. Jennifer Thorne had cleared the way for her new schedule as a “temporary accommodation” for the condition with which she had been diagnosed upon her return from her retreat.

Bob didn’t wait for Sarah to register his arrival. He moved directly to her, and cupped her cheek in his palm.

“Sarah, I want you. You are mine now.”

Her reaction was unmistakable. She grabbed him into a tight embrace, and whispered that she loved him and would serve him forever. Her smile was blissful.

Bob admired the young woman. She had a wild mane of copper curls which was gathered with hairbands into a puffy tail, and her face was dusted with a permanent constellation of freckles. Even in her trance, her strong-limbed, athletic build was apparent to him.

Jenny spoke softly, looking at the molten amber eyes of the artist. "Before she was claimed, Sarah lived to make the world less lonely through her art. To her, the outside and her painting were the expressions of freedom. I almost crushed her spirit without realising how important those were to the core of her being. Thankfully, with Rebecca’s help, we tethered those needs to her obedience. And now… now you have given her what she truly needs.”

“And what is that?” he asked.

“You, Master,” Sarah said. “I need you. Thank you for being my Master, and finding me.”

Jenny looked back at Bob, who regarded her changing expressions as she discussed the dilution of Sarah’s humanity. She had been almost joyous and aroused by the technical efficiency of the initial cruelty. But setting that aside, Bob couldn’t help but be impressed by everything Jenny had done. She had unleashed the creativity of his artist, as he admired the murals on the walls in the office.

And then there was Rebecca.

"This is Rebecca Stevens," Jenny said, describing the blonde-haired woman as if she were an object to be explained. Which, he supposed, she was. "In her former life, she was a solicitor with a background in science — my colleague and my friend. She was brilliant, but plagued by an insatiable intellectual ego. She was never at peace, always needing to prove her superiority. She was noisy with pride."

Jenny’s fingers traced along the line of Rebecca’s shoulder. "I infected her knowingly. I seduced her and turned her into this attractive vessel. I have taught her to view a woman’s independence as wasted energy, and the virus more than did the rest. She will use her talents in science and the law to further your desires and expand your holdings. She has already drafted lasting power of attorney documents for Sarah, and will do so for your future subjects, ensuring their bank accounts and other holdings can be transferred to your benefit."

Bob nodded at the efficient recitation. “Is there anything else that I need to know, Jenny?”

"Master, London is a garden for you. My plan is to cultivate it for you, if you allow me. We can begin to collect the next tier of subjects together. Starting with your perky little assistant, perhaps."

Bob looked at Jenny with surprise. "Ginny? What does she have to do with this?"

Jenny turned to look Bob deep in his eyes, and she flushed from obvious excitement. "I prepared her when we were leaving your office."

Bob blinked, his mind racing to replay the moments before they had left the bank. He remembered the seemingly innocuous interactions between the two women — a lingering touch, a shared look. And the comments.

"You prepared her," Bob commented with a combination of indignation and excitement. "In the office? Right under my nose?"

Jenny stepped closer, the flush on her chest and neck deepening. Her dark blue eyes were wide, the pupils blown with a mixture of viral devotion and the sheer thrill of her own cleverness. "Yes, Master. Before you joined us for the meeting. I touched my lips to her skin. I have found that an infected woman’s kiss will spread the virus to other women. In addition to the architect, I am also a carrier. A “Typhoid Mary” for creating and expanding a harem of worshipful slaves for the Master. I planted the seed of her enslavement in her right then and there."

“You would have given Ginny over to some random man, wouldn’t you?”

“My apologies, Master. I know that you have feelings for Virginia. But now, she will be yours in whatever way you desire. Since we left the bank, the virus has been quietening her noise. By now, she isn't just working at her desk. She is unconsciously being tuned. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is waiting for you."

Bob inwardly cursed himself for being so easily manipulated. He shouldn’t be wanting this, especially since if not for the happenstance of activating Jenny, he might have lost Ginny to someone else.

And yet, now he never would. She would be his.

“You want to watch her transition, don’t you, Master? You want to see her face light up when you enslave her. Would you like to force her to obey, Master? Would you like to see your Ginny become as obedient as I am?"

Jenny’s eyes sparkled with the thrill of corrupting Ginny. She had found her calling now. Bob was realising that he had caught a tiger by the tail, and he had to exercise control as well as caution with her.

“Yes. Yes, I would. Very much so,” he answered.

Bob was becoming turned on again by this talk of controlling Ginny, and he clearly wasn’t concealing it. Jenny slithered against him, pressing her body into his side and moving her hand down to his crotch. She lewdly stroked his hardness through his trousers.

"The next time you see her, Master, she will already be needing you. It’s up to you to give her the salvation she craves. Right now, she doesn’t understand what is going on. But I know that she will understand. When you touch her, you need to command her.”

Jenny lowered herself again, sliding down his leg. She unzipped him, and continued her perverse lecture.

“Don't be kind to her, Master, and don't be vague. The flirty persona she maintains is part of her noise; it’s a defence mechanism. You must cut through it, as you had to do with me. Command her to be yours. Take her. Your voice along with your touch are her final combination. They will lock her into your ownership forever.”

Jenny freed Bob’s hardness from his pants and reverently kissed the tip. "Once she hears your command, she will stop being an employee. She will stop being 'Virginia.' She will become a slave devoted to her divine purpose. You."

With that, Jenny sank her mouth onto his cock, and took him deeply. Bob could barely remember the last time Mary had gone down on him, and now he was having his second blowjob — from a second woman — in a few hours.

And the thing making him so hard again was dreaming of another prize. Rather than Jenny, it could soon be Ginny.

Or Mary.

Or even Livy.

Bob climaxed even harder than when Rebecca worshipped him.

Author's note: I have been enjoying writing this story a great deal, and I'd be lying if I said that I haven't been heartened by the feedback I have received. If you are enjoying the story, please make comments, or let me know by direct message. And if you aren't enjoying the story, or hope that it will take a different direction in the future, please let me know that too!

-HT