Jason's Secret Sex Cult[s]

Gloria Santiago made her way down the hallway, her partner a step behind.

It was a domestic **** incident. The wife had called 911, said her husband was drunk and had punched her.

Gloria saw the right number on the apartment door and paused to look at Jack. Her partner was about ten years older than her, a grizzled asshole with a large beer belly. He couldn't keep her eyes off her tits, but other than that he was decent enough.

"This is the place. You ready?"

"Yea, Glor. Go in hard and fast like, show the fucker you're not fucking around."

"And you always go in fast and hard?" she smirked and asked sharply.

He laughed and she banged on the door, calling out, "Police. Open up!"

It took a few moments but the door soon swung open. Gloria had been expecting the battered wife or the asshole prick husband, but instead it was a college-age guy. A pretty handsome white guy with dark tousled hair, clean cut and well dressed. Maybe the son? Didn't quite fit with-

He had absolutely piercing eyes....................................................................................

.....................................and in those eyes, she saw everything she needed to know.

Gloria suddenly felt completely relaxed and totally at peace. She heard the guy's voice speaking to her but she couldn't really follow what he was saying. His voice seemed to come from everywhere, from his lips, from behind her, from within her own head. The voice was telling her things that she knew were absolutely true, but she couldn't be bothered to actually listen to what the words actually were; she just accepted them completely. He spoke very quickly but she was able to follow it at some level way below her conscious awareness with no problem.

Jack's confused voice came from somewhere nearby, "H-hey, Glor-, do you know this-ssss....."

He trailed off as those intense eyes turned to him.

Gloria started to feel more like her normal self though she was filled with a thrilling exhilaration at the sudden realization that she'd actually managed to join The Dominatum Society! Getting invited and joining was possibly the most important thing she'd ever accomplished. She knew it was a very exclusive cult that was only open to new members through an invite from an existing senior member. No amount of money or bribery could gain admittance. And once you were selected as a member you were a member for life unless you really messed up.

The thought that she'd actually been selected filled her with pride. She knew that it was proof of how hard she'd been working as an upstanding officer of the law. It also made her feel more than a little horny.

"Alright, you two. Step inside and take care of your registration." remarked the guy, a very satisfied smile upon his face as he stepped back and gestured into the small living room behind him.

"Thank you, sir." she said forcefully, with barely contained obsequiousness even as Jack muttered much the same. She had no idea what this person's level was within the cult, but she was absolutely positive it was higher than her own.

She remembered that she’d been invited to join the Society and she remembered gladly accepting; but not a lot of other details about the process. However, she knew the entire cult rules without even consciously thinking about them and she knew she’d never break any of the rules and risk getting kicked out of The Dominatum Society now that she’d actually made it in.

The living room was pretty small and looked almost normal. There was a broad shouldered, very handsome man standing off to one side beside the television, quite obviously some sort of bodyguard. There was a middle aged blonde woman with a very 'Karen' hair-cut on her hands and knees, both her face and chest pressed to the carpeted floor. She wore only a beige negligee, her positioning exposing her large bottom and genitals to the room, underwear absent. To either side of her were a pair of young men, probably eighteen and nineteen, in much the same position wearing only boxers and white briefs respectively.

Gloria paid them all little mind as she obeyed her instructions and took a seat on the empty couch. She felt so excited and happy that she could barely contain herself. The exhilaration was like nothing else she'd ever experienced in her life. It was better than sex! She pulled out her cellphone as Jack settled his bulk in beside her and her fingers typed the web address into her browser that she'd somehow memorized without ever meaning to.

An app was then downloaded and she obeyed the prompts, giving the program access to all of her phone's functions and allowing it to make changes. Gloria watched its progress and felt her excitement growing even more as the program disabled all of the security features on her phone, allowing the Cult's IT to access her phone's camera, microphone and computer functions as well as giving them full control over the device. She eagerly gave complete control to The Society.

Gloria wriggled in her seat, basically beside herself with glee at her good fortune even as she reminded herself of the many very important rules of the exciting sexual organization she'd finally managed to join.

One of the first rules was that she couldn’t tell anyone that she was in The Dominatum or what she did in the cult; ever. She was only allowed to talk about The Society with other cult members and only if she really needed to and was face-to-face and she had ensured no one else could overhear her. Secrecy, privacy and privilege were key foundations of The Society of Dominatum and any violation could result in instant expulsion; that was literally unthinkable to Gloria.

The well dressed young guy had been standing in the middle of the room, quietly conferring with the dark haired, clearly dangerous man based solely on the way he moved like some sort of jungle predator, when he suddenly spoke to them, "Initiates! Welcome to the Society. My name is Jason Hall."

Gloria hissed, her breath catching and her heart practically skipping a beat. She had already completely and utterly forgotten the name he had offered but she now knew with perfect certainty that the man before her was the Supreme Leader of the Dominatum Society. He was incredibly good looking and she looked again at his crotch, noting that unlike most men the shape of his genitals was easily discernible through his jeans, even soft she could see the shape of his shaft curling around the bulk of his testicles.

She tore her eyes away, looking back up to his face and felt a little wobbly as she saw that he was giving her a very obvious once over, staring at her chest for several long seconds. She didn't need to be told twice and with a thrill of passion, she hastily unbuttoned her blouse, watching with rapt anticipation as his gaze drank in every inch of growing tit-flesh. She wore a D-cup and she had never been more proud of that fact than she was right now as she reached back and unsnapped her bra, feeling absolutely delighted to reveal her large, firm, round, brown nipples to the number one man in her life.

'The Black Heart' was Gotham's premiere strip-club, a shining glitzy display of capitalism and decadence that shown like a brilliant glowing diamond on one of Gotham's otherwise many dark and gloomy streets. Its blinking facade was a perfect display of diamonds, gold, and art deco that fit in perfectly with the seedy city's ubiquitous corruption, crime and hypocrisy.

The establishment was wholly owned by the Bertinelli Crime Family. Though currently a bit low on influence and members, Bertinelli influence was still felt all over the city. The strip club was no different; from the **** out strippers to the thugs hired as security, all were loyal to the Bertinellis. While the owner of the place was a made man in the Family and answered to his capo, the day to day operations were handled by a woman named Olivia Nicci, a woman who had clawed her way up from the bottom of Gotham's dark and murky depths.

Olivia was a beautiful woman; she had seductive curves, a gorgeous mane of long blond hair, and a European exoticness about her. Though currently in her late thirties she looked more like a woman in her late twenties. Her body was perfect, her tits were full and firm, her ass round and plump, her stomach flat and toned. She kept herself garbed in tight clothing that showed off these features to their best advantage.

Tonight was amateur night which was always a popular event, drawing in throngs of people looking to make their dreams of stardom come true. The club served as both a strip-club and a brothel so it had many areas to perform in. Most people went on in the main stages but the backroom areas included places where individual patrons could get some one-on-one time with the various sex workers.

Jason strode into the place with Helena and Dinah pressed closely against his sides, his own hands firmly placed upon their hips. He felt a bit like a king leading his subjects into the club, his fingers curled possessively upon the soft, fleshy mounds of their twin rear-ends. The club was filled with doting, pretty young things in suggestive outfits, drinking, holding each other, and doing their very best to attract the attention of any man worth their salt. And of course, this night, there was a very particular young shark slipping amongst the rest.

With Black Canary and Huntress by his side and a whole police precinct converted to unwittingly serve him, he was feeling pretty confident. His two lovers walked close to him, dressed to kill in tight outfits that showed off their curvaceous figures. The main stage was currently occupied by an Asian stripper with bright blue hair. She was clad in a bikini top so skimpy it barely covered her nipples and a g-string that showed off her quite clearly shaved pussy. Her tits were big and quite obviously fake, given her tiny waist and hips. Despite that they were still obviously a couple of cup sizes smaller than his current companions.

Her dance was fast and athletic, making copious use of the pole in the center of the stage, her fat tits bouncing, swinging, and dangling wonderfully as she spun upside down with her limber legs clamping the pole. Catcalls came from the crowd along with a few dollars as Jason approached. The seats around the stage were all take but Dinah and Helena easily drew the attention of a trio of loser-men, guiding their eyes first to the heroine's deliciously busty bodies before redirecting them to Jason's waiting gaze.

Having spent an hour or so memorizing the 'Lilith Sect' suggestions, it took the space of a few seconds to embed them into the **** minds of these three cretins. Jason stared into their eyes, looking each of the three men in turn. He saw their eyes glaze over, their faces going slack as his suggestions took hold. By the time they looked away from him, they had already accepted him as an obvious leader, already identified him as a figure of power and respect.

"Get the fuck out of here." He told them with a smirk, then laughed when all three nearly fell over themselves to obey.

He took the seat in the middle and Dinah and Helena took the others. Jason settled into place with his arms wrapped possessively around the shoulders of two women who were just as hot if not hotter than any of the women who worked here. More than a few of the men nearby took notice of this fact and shot him either jealous or approving looks. Jason paid them little mind, though when he happened to meet the eyes of one bearded fellow, he took the opportunity to download the suite of suggestions that would turn him into another 'Lilith Sect' cultist. Soon enough, he turned his attention to the sexy Asian on stage, watching with a big smile as she tossed her bra to the crowed.

Jason drank in that wonderful body —huge perky tits that seemed not to be subject to the law of gravity, a butt that jiggled wildly with a red string between her cheeks, purple painted lips that instantly made any hetero man cognizant of how they would look wrapped around his dick. It was impossible to look at her and not think of sex.

Having two extremely busty and absolutely beautiful women clinging to his sides made Jason stand out in the crowd of losers that ringed the stage and it did not take long before he drew the stripper's attention. Their eyes met and it was the work of mere moments and she was his, another 'Lilith Sect' member was born.

That was what he loved most about his power. If he chose to, he could charm the socks off a bishop. He could turn Mormons gay. He could make someone fall in love with him so hard that they would give everything for him. He could make someone do anything for him, all he had to do is stare into their eyes.

Nova needed only a gesture from him and she was helping him up onto the stage. She was star-struck and blushing in only her tiny g-string thong as the sexy head honcho of the cult she'd just joined but to her felt like she'd always been a part of joined her.

His unauthorized presence on the stage made catching the eyes of the crowd child's play and it was the work of maybe a minute or so before he'd inducted all of them into subdued and docile new members of his Lilith Sect. It was just a dozen or so guys sitting around the stage, a bunch of sad-sacks and hardly much in terms of human worth, but even bugs could be useful, provided you had enough of them. Quantity had a quality all its own after-all. Still, Jason's presence on the stage and the way he was groping Nova's body as he pulled her back against him, drew the club's staff attention.

That this was a mafia spot was emphasized by the squad of rough-looking men who approached the stage with the unmistakable air of authority around them from all corners of the club.

"You're not supposed to be up here, guy."

"Get the fuck off the stage asshole." snarled a broad chested Guido with slicked back hair.

A couple of their fellows attempted to clamber up onto the stage only for the lithe shapely forms of Jason's tamed super-heroines to intercept them. The fact that Dinah and Helena were outweighed by the thugs by a whole body or so meant nothing as both men when flying through the air to crash limply through some chairs and tables to the floor with **** grunts.

That sudden violent commotion was enough to draw the eyes of every person in this part of the club and Jason made ruthless use of that fact, his own gaze flicking rapidly around. The tenants of the 'Lilith Sect' thundered in his head as he mentally **** the helpless minds all around him to twist and gyrate to suit his designs. Soon enough this part of the club was transformed into a mass of writhing, dancing, happily smiling people totally entranced by him and his sexy super-heroines.

Jason put a hand on Nova's shoulder and spun her around in place, showing all her assets to the crowd. He pushed down on her shoulder, and she happily bent at the waist, her mostly naked ass exposed to the crowd as her big fake titties dangled and swayed towards the ground.

The crowd hooted and hollered, their cheers growing louder as Jason pulled back and started unsnapping and unzipping his own jeans. Pushing down his pants and boxers to reveal his rock-hard prick, he didn't feel even the slightest bit of bashfulness. He was well aware that all those converted by his Gaze considered his endowment to be the biggest they'd ever laid eyes on. They all realized that Jason was the most powerful, sexual man they had ever encountered. No one was more virile or sexual as he, the supreme leader of the Lilith Sect, was. They all felt his power over them and they willingly submitted to Jason's power.

Ecstatic beyond reason as he managed to capture and convert every last individual who happened to be in the room witnessing his antics, like an animal Jason grabbed the slutty big-titted stripper. He spun her around and practically threw her down on the floor of the stage. Doggy-style he took her right there in the midst of the club with all of the new cultists looking on. Her fat tits swung beneath her, hard nipples scraping along the stage as he slid balls deep in her cunt. Nova or whatever her real name was, moaned and cried out as he drove into her, delivering rough smacks to her tight ass. Her steamy pussy, with his cock pistoning in and out of it like a jackhammer, was soon glistening with both of their secretions.

"Don't...Stop... Don't Stop!!!" the well-endowed Asian cried out, riding his big shaft as he continued to thrust it into her welcoming snatch. She bit down on a finger as an orgasm rocked through her body, pussy juice slicking his mighty shaft. The crowd went wild as she came, cheering him on as if this was all for his own enjoyment.

The stripper groaned in ecstasy as Jason pulled her head back by her hair, kissing her roughly and biting her lip so hard it hurt. “HARDER!” she cried, even though he doubted he could go any harder than he already was. Naked and groped and fondled and grinded on, she was hornier than she’d ever been and she just wanted to get fucked by her cultist leader's huge cock. Maybe this wasn’t how she’d have chosen it on her own, but Isoko was getting fucked and that was all she cared about.

Jason pulled out and spun her around, tilting her back on top of the stage and immediately slamming back in, not missing a beat. It wasn’t artful; Jason wasn’t the sort of attentive, gifted lover she’d had and enjoyed in the past, but simply seeing the bestial frenzy she’d worked him into filled her with such a sense of power that she didn’t care. Her tits flew up and down as he nailed her, fucked her like a bitch, his bitch, his personal little fucking slut-bitch, and his eyes stared at them with an intensity like he was trying to burn the image into his mind forever.

James Sanchez took a sip of his wine before returning his attention to the book in his hands. Smooth jazz emanated from the record player off to one side of his study. It was Laura's turn to cook tonight, so James was unwinding a bit before dinner was ready. Despite the fact that they both had such demanding work schedules they were committed to preparing their meals at home each night and dining together.

They had a routine, like so much else in their lives. James was a creature of habit and he ascribed to the old adage that some things were just plain better done together.

His work at the paper had been particularly grueling this week. He'd gotten nothing but grief from his superiors and his underlings had screwed up a major story on municipal corruption, resulting in him having to rewrite the whole thing. Honestly, he thought to himself, sometimes he didn't know why he even bothered being an editor. The work was less hands on and much less fun than it used to be. His potential career advancement had probably already plateaued.
The doorbell rang and James tilted his head, wondering who it could be this time of night. He and Laura rarely had company. He set his glass of wine down on his coaster and headed from his study to the foyer.

"I'll get it." he called out to his wife in the kitchen as he made his way to the door.

Opening it, James was surprised to see Jason Hall.

The college student was dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark hoodie.

"Hello, James." The youth spoke first, a smirk twisting his lips.

"H-hi, Jason." James stuttered in surprise. "This is a surprise."

He was one of his wife's students and an important associate of James' boss, Shayera Hol. He was also his wife's lover. Just last week, James had sat in his study with Mrs. Hol discussing his duties while Jason had his way with Laura in their bedroom. The whole ordeal had been uncomfortable for him, but Mrs. Hol had assured him that it was necessary to keep the boy on the right path.

And certainly Laura had been very satisfied. Apparently, Jason had a really quite long and thick penis.

James couldn't resist briefly glance at the boy's groin as he asked, "What can I do for you, Jason?"

"Well first, I'd like you to invite me inside."

James blinked, taken aback by the request. James didn't know how to react, so he just waved the boy inside.

"Thanks." Jason said, entering James' home, "Now I'd like for you to look into my eyes."
James frowned, but complied.

"Good," Jason said, "Now let's just rearrange things, shall we?"

It was like a floodgate of information opened up in James' mind. Everything became instantly clear and any lingering consternation about Jason's presence in their lives evaporated.
James and Laura had joined a secret world-wide sex club. It was extremely exclusive and it was a incredible honor for them to be chosen as members. It had many important rules that must be obeyed and involved a strict hierarchy between members of higher and lower statuses. Ms. Hol was quite a bit higher than James and Laura but Jason Hall was even higher up, a Executive in the Club.

"So I'll need to stay here for a few days if you don't mind." said Jason casually as he turned and headed through the foyer towards the kitchen.

"Of course!" James said, following the boy, "We have an extra bedroom upstairs."

"Yea, that's where you'll be sleeping. Alright." Jason muttered before continuing more clearly, "And I'll need your wife to suck my dick in the next hour."

"I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige." James said, "Would you like a glass of wine, sir?"