With a lot of perseverance

He had tried many things on Paige, none of them had worked. He had tried to write “My girlfriend” on her but that just turned into a loving girlfriend, but it wasn’t Paige. He then tried, “My loving girlfriend: Paige”. But that just resulted in a girl who knew her name was Paige and she was his loving girlfriend, nothing more.

Eventually, he’d tried writing “Paige Norwood” on her head, hoping using her full name would help her remember who she was but that had proved disastrous too. She woke up and started screaming, having no recollection of Owen or how she got there, she was just ‘Paige Norwood’ and she wanted to get out of there. Owen had to use the bodyguards to tackle her and write “Blank” on her to stop her from thrashing around. It had broken his heart.

After a couple of days of trial and error and a very unhelpful call to Jester’s imaginarium. He had ended up ordering more tape and deciding on a plan of action. He had gotten all of Paige’s diaries and made a detailed chart of her life. He turned Paige into his devoted girlfriend who will do whatever it takes to become his wife and he had then made the blank slate he had created memorize all the information he could give her on who Paige used to be. He was more or less happy with the results he had been able to achieve, turns out fixing a broken mind was a lot more difficult than breaking it. He believed he had done a good job.

He began fucking the blonde’s ass faster and faster, he had intended to give her a new name and new purpose beyond just being a toy for his whims, but he found himself getting distracted fairly often.

Even right now he was so distracted that he barely noticed Paige slipping in and kneeling in right next to his crotch as his cock slammed into the blonde’s pussy.

Owen stopped with a sheepish smile and winked at Paige.

“Want me to finish on your face again, do you dear wife?”

“You know me best babe!” Paige said with a sweet smile.

Owen quickened his face and as he got close he pulled his cock out and splurted his cum all over his wife’s perfect smile.

He wiped his cock on her cheek and asked Paige to go set up a good movie. “I’ll be with you in a minute, babe.”

Paige stayed there, still smiling with his cum streaked across her face and lips. She tilted her head playfully. “Should I go clean up first… or leave your load all over my face like a good wife?”

Owen gave the blonde’s ass a firm smack. “You heard her. Get to work.”

The blonde’s eyes lit up with **** hunger. She crawled forward on her knees without hesitation and started licking Owen’s cum off Paige’s face, long, eager strokes of her tongue across cheeks, lips and chin. Paige giggled softly, tilting her head to give her better access.

“Greedy little thing,” Paige teased, voice light and affectionate. “You like the taste of my husband’s cum that much?”

The blonde just hummed happily and kept licking, not answering with words. Paige laughed again, clearly enjoying the attention.

Owen watched for a second, then turned and walked away. The old Paige would never have been into this. She wasn’t bi, and she definitely wasn’t the type to share. But Owen had made sure the new version was. He’d written it into her: no jealousy, eager to please, happy to play with the other girls whenever he wanted. It made life in a house full of sex slaves a lot smoother.

He made his way down to the basement, past the storage rooms and into the small bathroom that almost no one used anymore except when instructed to.

Garrett was there.

Posed awkwardly in the corner, wearing nothing but a tight white straight jacket that pinned his arms across his chest. His head and eyebrows had been shaved completely smooth. Crude black marker dicks were drawn all over his face, on his cheeks, forehead, even one across his lips like a mustache. His cock stood painfully hard, swollen and leaking.

Owen smirked.

This was exactly the fate the little shit deserved. The man who had ruined so many lives, who had tried to take Paige from him, now reduced to a pathetic, denied toy in his own basement.

The women had strict instructions: feed him twice a day, and every time they did, they were to take out their frustrations on him. Slaps, spanks, edging, spitting, whatever they felt like. Garrett probably hadn’t cum once since that first day he had taken over the house.

Owen stepped closer.

He reached out and flicked Garrett’s swollen cock once, hard. It bobbed pathetically, a long string of pre-cum stretching down toward the floor. No flinch. No sound. Just that same dumb, mindless smile plastered across his marked-up face.

Owen smiled back, satisfied.

“Looks like the master of the house has a new name now” he said quietly.

Garrett didn’t answer.

He couldn’t.

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