Stacy (side story)

-I'm probably going to do this for a few of the side character's that show up.

Stacy woke to the sounds of slurping and a warm feeling in her belly. Grinning, she decided to relax and let the amazing feeling wash over her as she pretended to sleep. Yesterday had been another great day at her job. The group of unremitting boys weren’t the only ones that she had worked her special trait on. There were always a few that she needed to help along. People who needed to be taught how to properly serve a proper lady like herself.

She opened her eyes and moaned lazily from the sudden increase in pleasure she could feel coming from her core. She looked down to see a large, bald man working over her sensitive pussy. “Good morning Ryan.” she purred. At each word she could see and feel his body shudder slightly. His ministrations were then increased in pace and concentration. At the knowledge his mistress was watching his performance he made sure to perform. And oh wow was he good. Stacy thought. Matt from the day before had been lazy and unpracticed in comparison. Ryan was her designated pussy licker. His large built body seemed to carry over to his strong and surprisingly dexterous tongue. A tongue that since the day she had obtained him had been used in this way every morning and.. well whenever she felt like it, which admittedly was all the time.

Most of the time with a hypnotits, they would rarely ever use their ability. Maybe once they found “the one” they would use their natural advantages to steal him away or slightly push him towards subservience. There were also the hypnotits that went off the rails with power and they would steadily work their way into having a strong circle of men who are wholly devoted to them. Eventually these have to be taken out by the military or other organizations with squads of women. Sometimes the men survive and then are un-hypnotitsed by a government paid hypnotits. Then their are the few like herself who manage to find some niche to make the world better with their born gift.

In Stacy’s case she enjoys fixing things. So much that it could probably be called her kink. Each time that she “fixes” somebody it “stirs her kettle.” the worse the case, the more “stirred” she becomes. This is why she, on occasion, will go and find the worst of the worst and change them into one of her play things. The absolute need she got from Ryan here in particular.. Taking him from his execution sentencing to be her good little servant had needed days of his talented tongue before she was satiated.

She groaned lazily as she came. Her dutiful servant grabbed tightly to her legs and mashed his lips down on her luscious hole, drinking down the fluid that gushed from her. She ran her fingertips across the flat of his bald white head. His own orgasm coursed through him but he maintained his grip in defiance of the pleasure. “Very good my Ryan. now again.” At her words his whole body shivered in arousal again. Her toy began again but softer and slower with his fingers more involved this time. He knew intrinsically what she would want from him. The months of time spent on his duty and pleasure had effectively tailored him to her pleasure.

That was another thing that she like to do. She hadn’t outright made him love her (she could do that), she had more just put him down the path and pushed. When she had first obtained him she had made him incapable of running or harming her and then he had to follow everything she said. The last had been that any time he brings pleasure to her he would feel that same pleasure but magnified and each word out of her mouth would excite him sexually. From there she had just needed to cum for days on end (which she was going to do regardless). The whole time she would moan out or call his name to keep him aroused and interested. She hadn’t really expected it to work.

In the beginning it had taken a lot of instruction to get him to actually give a good blowjob. Over time it became obvious that he too enjoyed their time together and after a few months she had used her power to get him to tell her how he felt about her. He had said he loved her beyond anything, that he would die for her and follow her every whim. From there she had released the compulsion to not leave or follow her orders. She still left all of the pleasurable compulsions though. Watching a big strong man twist and writhe even more than her in climax was kind of funny and often injected enough arousal back into her to continue onto repeat performances being requested. She suspected that he would sometimes show his pleasure more than necessary just to get a chance to please her again.

“Mmmmm..” she stretched. Her legs and arms reached out far before she sat up and brought her legs around her submissive play-thing. She gripped his head hard and **** it into her cooch. “Fuck me.” she commanded. At her words his cheeks colored. His tongue suddenly attacked her clit in aggressive swirls. He shoved three fingers inside and reached for that special spot she liked. Stacy was now bent in half over the top of Ryan’s shiny head. She was driving her hands down on his big head and thrusting her pelvis back and forth in rhythm with his own motions. The mixture of fresh wetness from her and her previous orgasm on his own lips made great squelching noises. “ooOOOh fuUck!” Again she pumped her pussy load into his throat.

Down below she could just barely see out of the corner of her eye as his cock spasmed in his own phantom orgasm. Already having spent his load earlier the balls tightened up and appeared “dehydrated.”

It was going to be another great day for Stacy.