Chapter Three: The Master begins the Gilmores Training Part Two

Lorelai watched as Rory's face flushed, her daughters breath coming in ragged gasps as their Master thrusted his hard cock deeper and deeper into her pussy.

Damian leaned down as he paused in his dominance,his teeth grazing Rory's ear.

"Now my **** make your mother cum," he whispered, his breath hot against her the ear of her skin.

Rory looked up, her eyes meeting Lorelai's, as she knew what she had to do.

She reached out, her body lowering down as she slid between mother's body going even deeper.

Rory soon stood on all fours on the floor as she sat between her mothers legs staring down as the soaking wet pussy glistening with Lorelai’s juices.

All the while her master still pumper his cock even harder into her pussy as she gasped for breath.

As Rory placed her hands on the floor as her tongue find her mothers clit and started to lick away and suck away on it.

Lorelai's hips bucked as Rory's tongue began to move faster, in a frenzy deliberate circles.

Lorelai could not resist the pleasure she was receiving from Rory.

Her daughters touch as she used her tongue was hypnotic, hypnotic as their master's spell over the mother and daughter that they had now slowly become to love.

The man's pace increased, his cock pounding into Rory with a ferocity that had her crying out, her orgasm building.

Lorelai felt the tension in her body coil tighter and tighter, the need for release becoming unbearable.

"Please," she begged, her voice a whimper. The man chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

"Not yet," he said, his voice a dark promise. "First, I want to see you both cum together."

“Yes Master” both of them cried out together as their breathing was becoming more and more shallow as the pleasure was consuming them.

The room was a symphony of moans and gasps as Rory's tongue worked its magic on Lorelai's clit.

The master's thrusts grew deeper, more punishing, as he brought Rory closer and closer to the edge.

Lorelai felt it too, the pressure building, her body a tightly wound spring ready to snap.

With a final, brutal thrust, The Master roared his release, his cock pulsing inside Rory as spurts on his cum came hard deep into the bowls of soaping wet cunt,

As he came Rory did too although her screams were muffled as she obeyed her masters command to make her mother cum.

The sight sent Lorelai over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

Her pussy clenched around Rory's tongue, her body shaking with the **** of it.

Rory followed, her own climax ripping through her, her walls tightening around the man's cock as she screamed out her pleasure as she fell onto the floor along with her mother their hair a mess, their bodies glistening with sweat their pussies throbbing.

Damian pulled out, his cock glistening with Rory’s juices.

He stepped back, watching them as they lay there, panting and trembling.

"Good sluts," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You're learning quickly."

The hypnotic spell held them in its thrall, their minds blank and compliant.

They knew no other reality now but serving their master's every desire.

As they lay there, panting and spent, they awaited his next command, eager to please him, to feel his touch, to be used by him.

Their lives had been irrevocably changed, their identities shattered and reborn as mindless, horny sluts for their master's pleasure.

The thought sent a thrill through Lorelai, even as she felt a pang of something else, something almost like regret.

But it was quickly swallowed by the need to serve, to be used, to be owned.

The master leaned down, his hand caressing Lorelai's cheek.

"You're both mine now," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark, possessive joy. "Forever."

The words sent a shiver down Lorelai's spine, but she didn't resist.

Instead, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration.

"Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Rory nodded in agreement, her cheeks still flushed from her recent climax.

"Yes, Master," she echoed, her voice a soft, obedient purr.

Their Master leaned down again, his lips brushing both Lorelai's and Rory’s lips in a gentle, almost tender kiss.

His hand slid down their bodies, coming to rest on her still-throbbing pussy.

"You both have such potential," he murmured against her mouth.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

Rory felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at his words.

She knew that she should be horrified, but instead, she felt a thrill of anticipation.

She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...free.

Damian stood over them, his chest heaving with exertion, his cock still hard.

"You're both mine now," he said, his voice a low, dark rumble.

"And I'm never going to let you go."

Lorelai and Rory looked at each other, their eyes glazed with desire and submission.

They knew that they were lost to this new world, that they were no longer the strong, independent women they had once been.

But in that moment, as they lay there, surrounded by the scent of sex and the warmth of the fireplace, they didn't care.

They were his sluts, his to use and enjoy, and they would do anything to please him.

Their Master reached down, his hand tangling in their hair as he pulled them both to their feet.

"We're going to have so much fun together," he said, his smile wicked.

"But for now, let's get cleaned up. We have a busy day tomorrow."

With that, he led them to the bathroom, their bodies still quaking with the aftermath of their first lesson in submission.

They knew that this was just the beginning, that their lives would never be the same.

But as they sank into the warm water of the bathtub, their bodies entwined, they couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging, a twisted kind of happiness that came from knowing that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Damian took a seat on the edge of the tub, watching them with a satisfied smirk as they bathed each other.

His eyes roved over their bodies, drinking in every inch of their newfound sexuality.

Lorelai couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she washed Rory's back, her hands lingering on the smooth skin, tracing the curve of her spine. Rory, in turn, couldn't help but stare at her mother's breasts, her nipples still hard from the recent attention.

"Now," Master said, his voice breaking the silence, "it's time for your first test."

He stood, his cock still erect, pointing at them like an accusatory finger.

"You will both pleasure me again, but this time, you will do it together."

They climbed out of the tub, water dripping from their bodies, and knelt before him their eyes filled with want and desire as they opened their mouths.

He took his place in the middle, his cock standing tall between them.

Lorelai took the lead, her mouth wrapping around the head of his cock as Rory licked along the shaft.

They worked in unison, their eyes never leaving each other's, their movements precise and perfect.

The man's hand tangled in their hair, guiding them, showing them how he liked it.

Their master's breath grew ragged as they brought him closer to climax.

Lorelai could feel Rory's eyes on her, watching her every move, learning from her. And when he finally came, his hot seed spurting into Lorelai's mouth.

Lorelai swallowed the cum eagerly, sharing it with her daughter in a kiss that was as much about power and submission ,as it was about passion as well as performing for their lord and master as he watched the exchange of his cum between their mouths.

Their training continued into the night, each command pushing them further into their new roles as his devoted sex slaves.

They were taught to worship his body, to crave his touch, to find pleasure in serving him.

With every passing hour, they became more and more his, their identities as Lorelai and Rory Gilmore fading into the background, replaced by the mindless hunger to serve their master.

By the time the sun began to rise, they were exhausted, their bodies sore from the relentless use.

But as they lay in his arms in Lorelai’s bed, their hearts pounding in unison, they knew that this was just the start of their journey.

They were his now, forever bound to serve his every whim, his every desire and as they drifted off to sleep, their minds filled with the images of the night's debauchery.

They couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement for what the future held.