Chapter 4 Pack Mentality

"Who is that boy, Gran?" Ashley asked. "A mistake of your Mother's my sweet, pay him no mind. In a few days he will be gone back to the boarding school. Let the servants deal with him" Amelia said looking up from her newspaper.

Marcus watched Indira follow Marion into the house. He was left with her. Number 26 on Forbes 30 under 30. Ashley Taylor 28 years the adopted daughter of Marion Taylor CFO of Darden-Gaines and Granddaughter of Amelia Darden-Gaines-Darden the CEO and chair woman of the company. She had been personally molded by his Gran. Now none of that mattered.

Ashley Taylor, 5 foot 6 inches athletic with natural red hair. She had the power not to bow down to anyone. She had the beauty to get anyone she wanted into bed; men or women. Now none of that mattered.

Marcus walked around her. Her flawless body. She wasn't even his blood relation. She hated him. He hated her. Now none of that mattered.

Marcus pointed his finger at her forehead like a gun and pulled the trigger "Now Ashley is gone. No mind no thoughts nothing" Marcus said calmly. Indira still in her french maid outfit walked from the house and knelt down next to Ashley's prone form. "Now what beloved?" She asked with a smile, the words a good wife loves, honors, and Obeys her husband echoed in her mind. To obey is to be loved. To love is to obey completely. Love is the reward for obedience.

"You were once Gran's dog. Now you will be mine. You joked about me making Indira at the lab?" Marcus laughed. "Your name is Amy, you were a guard dog, fiercely loyal and protective. To better protect me in places Dogs cannot go. I made you human. You are loyal, protective, obedient, and you struggle with these new thoughts and emotions to me. An attraction as a mate and the alpha of your pack. You will obey me without question, any order I give, you will accomplish like it is the most important thing in your life. Now rise, my pet" Marcus said with a smile.

After a few minutes, Amy stood and wobbled. Marcus helped steady her. "2 legs takes getting used to, huh girl?" Marcus said with a smile. "M...must protect, go wit... with you. Two... two legs not four" Amy said like it was the first time she spoke with words.

"Good girl, Amy. Indira is mistress. You obey her like you do me. Understand?" Marcus said slowly and Amy nodded her head. "Indira take Amy to her room and get her dressed for dinner.

Marcus smiled to himself. Now the fun begins.

The house was 3 floors.

On the 3rd floor: Marcus and Indira's master bedroom, an office, a full bathroom, and a bedroom they put Marrion in.

On the 2nd floor was A bedroom they put Emma, a full bathroom, and a room where they put Amy.

The first floor was a large living room. A half bathroom, a dining room, and a kitchen.

In the second floor bathroom, Emma showered letting the hot water fall over her breasts then down to the patch of grey-white at her apex. She cursed her genetics that her hair went white so early. She hated the injury that made her retire from dance, making her move like an old woman. Maybe she needed to work out more, possibly some yoga.

As she dried herself she saw herself in the mirror. She did not see the 70 year old woman, she saw the 32 year old form dancer her master described. She did her makeup and hair then put on the silky lingerie that Indira laid out for her, the white sundress, and a corset. The corset pushed her ample breasts. She thought of the look her master would have when he saw her the blushed at the idea.

Her mistress had told her that her older sister had arrived home just after her and she hadn't seen Marion in so long, she couldn’t remember what she looked like.

When Emma arrived at the dining room, she saw her Master sitting at the head. A tall athletic red haired woman stood at attention behind him scanning the room for danger. Her mistress Indira poured her master a cup of wine. A tall curvy woman with dark hair, perfect makeup and a tan strapless dress that hugged each of her curves pointed angrily at her mistress. "I don't see why she shares your bed every night while I am stuck across the hall" she whined. "Only I am worthy of his touch"

The redhead seemed to growl in a low tone at her. "You forget your place, He sleeps with me by his choice and if he chooses you one day, know I will be there watching or I will get you first" Indira said putting the wine bottle on the table.

Marion spun on her heals mumbling then came face to face with Emma "Marion how long has it been since you saw your younger sister?" Marcus asked. He had conditioned Emma, Marion, and Amy to see Emma as a 32 year old version of herself. "Too long" hissed Marion as she pulled Emma close for a hug almost popping her breasts out of the dress.

Into the early morning; they ate, drank, then stumbled to thier rooms. In his room Marcus kissed Indira from her lips, to behind her ear, to down to her nipples and she pushed him down on the bed mounting him. He arched his hips pushing up into her until he hot the perfect spot with ever thrust. After her third orgasm she laid next to him satisfied.

"Right now, Amy sits on the ground guarding our door. Your sounds stirr new emotions in her and awakens a new desire she does not recognize but will seek it out" Marcus whispered as Indira pushed against his warmth.

"Across the hall Marion lies in bed, probably naked with one hand on one her fat tits while the other is between her thick bush fingering her clit. She is not listening to you but seeing herself in your place. It is agony to her ego. This will push her to be bolder to push harder for my attention. Marcus said as he ran his hand across Indira's firm ass.

"Under our feet, downstairs. Emma listened to us fucking the entire time. She is probably playing with herseld the entire time. put a wall of shyness into her head. Her desire with put cracks into the wall. She will tare herself up between the desire and the wall. How long until she breaks?" Marcus said then Indira laughed and mounted him again.

End Part 4.

Epilogue

In an exclusive restaurant, "I'm sorry, Miss. Your card was rejected like the other 5" the waiter said annoyed.

"Here I can pay. It's ok, Shell you can pay me back" one of the girls at the table said. Mitchelle Taylor 21 year old, nepo baby frowned. 5 foot 4, loud with equally loud pastel blue hair, a bikini top, cut off jeans, a fur coat, and heels got up from the table and waved as she left the table and went outside to her jeep.

"Hey Ma, I think Gran cut me off. Again." She texted. No reply.

"Hey Ash, have you heard from Ma? It's been a few days. Hit me up? No reply.

Feeling alone and ghosted she pulled open her family app. After a few minutes "why are you there?... all together? Fuck. I better have cash for money for gas. I will get Gran to restart the waterfall" she laughed and drove off into the night.

End Epilogue.