Surrender

You exhaled and dropped to your knees, putting your hands behind your head.

“I surrender.”

All three women paused, which almost made you smile. Your pulse still pounds; you know they might just kill you anyways, but you couldn’t pass up a chance like this. And you knew how to make it even more enticing.

You remove your own mask and stare Golden Siren in the shocked face.

“I’m Lyle Willis. Your step-son. Yes, I recognized you when I first came in, Helen. I’m…”

You're about to apoligize for all the arguments you’d had with her, but even as your dick buldges in your suit as you betray everything you stood for, that was a line you won't cross.

“I want to be your sex **** and pet. And Lilith and Seraphina’s, too. You’re all so beautiful and… and powerful.”

To emphasize that point, you pull on your own amulet off your chest. Like every time before, you feel your senses dull like turning down headphones volume and removing glasses, and your own muscles became looser as your bodysuit came off you, exposing you in your shorts and t-shirt. After a brief glance at it, you toss the source of your power to Golden Siren’s booted feet. She finally reacts by stepping on it.

You look up, and see her smiling, but only weakly. You suspect you knew what was giving her pause, and also see an opportunity to make this even more fun.

Keeping on your knees, you pivot around, holding your hands behind your back.

“But I know you can’t trust that this isn’t some kind of trick, so you better tie me up, good. Get handcuffs, ballgags, rope, even…”

You trail off, figuring you’d gotten your point across, and not wanting to sound demanding to your new owners.

Owners. These three evil women are your owners, at least for the time being. They can do anything they wanted with you, terrible or pleasurable. You of course hope for the latter, but it's still hard to imagine how you're about to spend the rest of your life subsuming your own wants and desires to serve those of a woman you’d previously hated, and two near strangers.

You lose your train of thought when Lilith clopps over to you. She grabs your shoulders and stands you up, but then to your surprise, pulls you into a deep kiss.

The shock of feeling a forked tongue stab into your mouth and twirl around it makes you raise your hands, but you quickly drop them and shut your eyes to enjoy the kiss. Lilith’s tongue rampaged through your mouth and teased the inside of your throat. You felt your erection poke into her thighs. You resist the urge to cup her ass, and instead place your hands behind you again. You accept, or at least hope that this kiss means they accept yoru surrender, and you can go onto being dom and sub.

“Secure him,” says Golden Siren, and Seraphina obeys, walking behind you and zip-tying your hands behind your back.

“Holy shit,” the faux-angel curses, stepping back. “He’s serious. We just won.”

“At least one part of the war,” Golden Siren says, examining your amulet. She then taps Lilith, signalling her to step aside so you can look each other in the eye. Despite everything, you feel a bit ashamed to ogle your step-mom’s breasts and legs, but you do so anyways, drooling. “This could still be a trick of some kind. So we will keep you under lock and watch.”

She takes your chin in your hand, while you decide to stay silent.

“Then again, Lyle, you are just a teenage boy.”

She cups your erection through your pants. You give your cuffs just a slight tug, as if to remind yourself that this is real.

“I think Sigmund Freud wrote something about this.”

Suddenly, she pulls you close and kisses you full on the lips. You feel like your cock, cheeks, and heart are all about to burst with how much blood is pumping through them. But she pulls away before using her tongue, and holds your head.

“Splendid. You surrendered like a good little son, so I’ll go a bit easy on you so long as you continue being a good little kitten,” she says, bringing one hand down to slide it into your pants and squeeze your ass. “But you do belong to me, now. And I’ve got a list of plans a mile long that you’re going to fulfill. Don’t expect any safewords.”