Nick And Stacy Have Some Private Time

Leaving behind the brain-fried woman, Nick Mercer and Stacy Keilber retreated to his office. The room was mostly barren, most of Nick's furnishings on order or dispatch, but it was the private, sound-proof space he needed after the meeting. In sat down the large leather chair, sinking into the padding with a sigh, while Stacy sat atop the desk, her back to him. Then, pivoting on her butt, she swung around, kicking her legs into the air in an exaggerated sexy manner, giving Nick a glance of her garter and the lacy black panties she wore.

Cross her legs atop the desk, Stacy adjusted her fake glasses and smiled at her content, happy boss. "Did you enjoy yourself, sir?"

"Very much so." Nick flashed a wolfish grin to his assistant, rubbing the silky stockings which covered her legs. "I don't think that could have gone better."

Stacy let out a sigh as Nick caressed her, clenching her thighs slightly, as she was already getting wet. She had been programmed and trained to crave his touch, and Mr. Mercer did such a wonderful job making her an obedient good girl. "You were clearly enjoying yourself, too." She teased, still feeling the heat from his erection.

"Can you blame me?" Nick let out a laugh. "They were beautiful. They were breathtaking." He stood up, parting Stacy's legs and moving right up to her. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around him, while Nick cupped the gorgeous blonde's chin. "And soon, they'll be mine..."

The two kissed, Stacy entirely surrendering to Nick's advances, eyes rolling back and moaning as his tongue invaded her mouth. She was property, and property offered no resistance. Their bodies grew closer, Stacy gasping when she felt something hard brush against her panties.

The two broke apart, Stacy gasping for air as she saw the feverish look in Mr. Mercer's eyes. "Do you require my services, Master?" Stacy asked in a breathy, needy tone. She knew the answer, but she was a good girl and good girls like her waited for their orders.

Nick didn't answer immediately, instead looking at Stacy, what he had turned her into. Dressing her up like a slutted-up secretary, referencing her old Miss Hancock identity. Giving her those massive breasts; not implants, but the result of a cellular growth formula his company had been working on (he was particularly proud of it). Turning the shy, demure, and sweet woman into a submissive, obedient slavegirl, madly in love with him, and willing to do whatever he desired.

Nick sat down on his chair and pushed back. "On your knees, slut." He began to unbuckle his pants. Stacy immediately knelt into place.

"Yes, Master. Of course, Master."

In all intents and purposes, Nick had destroyed the real Stacy Keibler to create this lurid fantasy woman. And he didn't care. He cared so little, he was about to do it again, a dozen times over.

Stacy nimbly undid Nick's pants, freeing his massive, turgid cock (another beneficiary of his growth serum), gasping as if she had seen it for the first time all over again, gasping in joy that she had it to herself again. Stacy rained kissed on the hot, stiff rod, veiny and bulging and pulsing against her touch, her lips and her fingers, gentle and delicate.

Nick Mercer let out a shuddering groan and leaned back in his chair, shutting his mind off and letting the pure pleasure of Stacy's service wash over him, even as the brainwashed blonde fully engulfed his cock, cheeks puffed out as she bobbed up and down, the tip hitting the back of her mouth, as she slobbered all over the object of her lust.

"GLLRK GLUUK SHLLK GLLRK" came the sounds of her loud, sloppy blowjob, music to her and her master's ears.

Nick let himself get lost in the moment as his **** serviced him, fantasizing about the women soon to be in his collection. What it would be like to have a muscular, powerful amazon of a woman like Rhea Ripley or Raquel Rodriguez and turn them into a submissive cocksucking slavegirl. To have a proud, self-assured woman like Sasha Banks or Paige beg him for his cock, as if their life depended on it.

To have the word "Master" utter from the lips of those mindless beauties.

The end came quick as Nick grunted, stood up, shoving the length of his cock down Stacy's throat, filling her gullet with a string of hot seed. Stacy, well versed in giving head at this point, eagerly swallowed the load, making sure to down it all before she released her hold on Nick's cock. Strands of saliva connected her mouth and lips to the wet, slick phallus - still hard - broken when Stacy opened her mouth and licked her lips, relishing the taste of her Master and his essence.

"Did my efforts satisfy you, Master?" She asked, still on her knees before the standing Nick Mercer.

"Very much so, Stacy." Nick said, affectionately touching her cheek, earning a proud smile from his pet. "You never fail to please me."

"Thank you very much, sir." Stacy then looked expectantly at Nick. At him and his still erect penis. She could sense what was coming next.

"Stand up." He ordered. "And turn away from me."

Quickly, Stacy stood up and turned away. Even quicker, Nick had his hands on her chest, ripping her jacket and blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Her bra soon followed, Nicks hands groping the large, artificially grown tits, clawing and squeezing them, while his thumbs circled her tiny, rock-hard nipples. Stacy yelped in faux-surprise, quickly turning into moans, as she sank back to cradle against the body of her boss and master.

Nick kissed and nipped at Stacy's neck when he said, "You like what I did with you, right Stacy? You like these big tits."

"Yes Master." Stacy moaned, her voice resonating like the sweet, rising tone of a crystal bell. "I love my huge, heavy tits. They make me look and feel so sexy. Thank you for forcing them upon me."

Nick smirked. With one hand still on her bust, the other drifted below her skirt, tugging at her lacey black panties. She was already soaked in between her legs. "And you can't wait for me to do the same to all those other women, right? Turn them into busty slaves for my amusement."

"Yes, Master!" Her panties snaked down her legs, as a hand went to the bun of hair on the back of her head. Stacy obeyed the signal and bent over at the waist for Nick. "You love big breasts. Every woman you own should have big breasts. They'll come to love them, like me. They'll know to thank you, like me. Because I'm a good girls. I'm your good girl~"

Nick hiked up the short skirt, placing a hand on both sides of Stacy's hips before plunging his cock into her wet, eager pussy. Both groaned and panted, their organs meeting and melding, so use to each other at this point. His cock pulsed and flared up, while her pussy lovingly clamped down. Nick had programmed Stacy's mind to his exact specifications through hours of research and experiments, and he had trained her body to the same point through hours of sex and carnal action.

Spending no time to ease into things, Nick let out all of his pent up lust on his first ****, thrusting powerfully into her, while Stacy screamed and cried and drooled, bent over the desk, smiling like a maniac. So happy to be able to pleasure Nick. Nick howled in delight as he fucked Stacy, slapping her ass, pulling at her hair, squeezing her breasts. Her body belonged to him and her would take every last ounce of pleasure from her.

"You'll help me make every woman in their like you, won't you?" Nick asked, his cock spasming in the wet confines of Stacy's pussy. He was close.

"Yes Master!" Stacy cried. "Yes... They are your property, like me. They _belong _to you, like me. They will obey, like me. They will be good girls, like me!"

"And you don't care about brainwashing and enslaving innocent women?"

"No, Master. I only care about what you want. I'm yours, forever and ever!"

"Fuck... Ah! I love you, Stacy!"

The two reached a loud, rolling, powerful climax, Stacy giving Nick's cock a tight squeeze while he flooded her inside with shot after shot of hot spunk. Letting out a satisficed sigh, Nick pulled out and away, sitting down, with Stacy standing back up. She was a mess. Her top was torn apart, her glasses askew and make up smeared from tears and sweat, while her hair was wild and mussed up. Rivulets of cum dripped out of her pussy, running down her stockings, splattering to the ground.

Stacy returned to her cool, calm demeanour Nick had programmed into her, as if she hadn't just been used as a living, leggy sex toy. She then reached for a tablet on the desk, looking at it with a smile.

"Well, Mr. Mercer, it seems the girls have taken your offer to heart. You already have several wanting meetings with you as early as tomorrow."

Stacy showed Nick the lists of requests, eyes quickly darting across the screen, eagerly anticipating each one.

He leaned back into the chair and grinned. "Wonderful. Please schedule meetings in the order they applied, Ms. Keibler."

"Yes, Mr. Mercer. Whatever you desire."