Day 2

Day 2, 62 slaves.

I slept very soundly and woke up to the smell of pancakes and rustling in the kitchen. I thrashed and rolled over. As I was summoning the energy to investigate, Linette came into the room. She was wearing very little and holding a baking tray covered in breakfast.

"Hello master; I woke up about an hour ago and thought I should leave you to get your rest. I made you something to eat."

"Ah, wonderful, well done ****."

She stood at attention by the door as I ate and sipped my coffee. At length I was done.

Pleasure before business

The coffee had left me jittery. The idea of world domination had left me horny and restless. I decided to put Linette to use. "****. clothes off, and bend over the bed."

"Yes master!" she crooned, jumping to do my bidding.

Once she was in position, I began spanking her ass. "Your body is *slap* my toy. If I want to hit you *slap*, hurt you *slap*, or even **** you" - and here I hit her as hard as I could -- "I can. And you'll like it, won't you my little fucktoy? *slap*"

For the first few blows, she winced and ground her teeth. But apparently my words worked as a command, and the last blow drew a pant and not a groan.

"Oh, you do like it when I use you.. You're gonna get wet from me hitting you, aren't you?" At this poitn I was just hitting her as hard as I could with my bare hand.

She wailed out encouragement. "Yes master, use me, hit me, do anything you like to me, sir! I am your toy sir!" I paused, after a blow, and stroked my hand down her ass to her cunt. I could feel how puffy and inflamed her butt was. I could also feel how wet she had grown."

"And now the thing I want is to fuck you." With no more preliminaries, I dropped my pants, and pushed into her. Just the way I remembered, she was very tight and very wet.

I had no desire for a long leisurely fuck. I wanted to get off, and get her out of my house. I began thrusting hard, holding her hips and pulling us together on each stroke. I enjoyed seeing her red puffy ass when I looked down, and enjoyed her enthusiastic "fuck fuck fuck" as I plowed her. Soon, I came, coating her insides with sperm. I had altered my body to double my semen production; she'd be dripping all day. The thought turned me on, and I told her that she enjoyed it too.

But business has to happen.

I retrieved Linette's contract from the filing cabinet and began jotting rapidly on the back. "Addendum to contract. The parties agree to form a HIVE MIND for the following limited purposes: (1) to sense if any member is in danger or distress, and (2) So that members can accept the standard form enslavement contracts, with [me!] as party of the second part," We both initialed.

I gave her a kiss and a grope, handed her a stack of blank contracts, my "atheist society" sign, and the rest of the recruiting kit, and told her to go to it. At this point she was well briefed on what I wanted. Her personality was set to "devious rogue," but I had also dialed up her conscientiousness, so I had every expectation of good results out of her.

Once she was out the door, I collapsed into my couch. It was 10:30 in the morning. I was just at the outset of my world conquest. But I was in no state to work just now. I was tired, jumpy, overwrought from planning and supervising Linette. Slaves were still so new to me, I didn't yet feel comfortable with them, didn't know what could go wrong, didn't know how to make them a proper instrument of my will.

Time for more pleasure

After a few minutes of sitting, I decided I might as well enjoy myself for a bit, before plunging back into the hard work of world conquest. I reviewed in my mind the list of slaves I had made yesterday.. Two thirds were dudes; theoretically usable as raw material, but their mindset would be all wrong. But there was a pair of sorority sisters who had signed up, Olivia and Lauren. I told them to come over as soon as they could.

Half an hour later, they were at my door. Olivia was of Korean ancestry, about five foot two, thin, immaculately dressed in a pale blue dress; she didn't have much in the way of breast, but the dress only fell to the middle of her thighs and showed off her pretty legs. Lauren was her American roommate and a star of the tennis team; tall, with her brown hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She also was dressed to show off leg, in shorts and a T-shirt.

I beckoned them in. As I pulled them, unresisting into a hug, I reached up and stroked both their heads. Yes, I could transform both of them at once. Libido up, interest in women up, inhibitions down. I thought about changing their bodies but somehow felt that I'd rather fuck the natural people, rather than my own creations. I compromised on a few minor changes. Neither would be fertile for the next few weeks, neither would carry anything in the way of diseases, Olivia's bust would fill out a bit, and both would have the softest smoothest skin of their lives. And oh yes, they'd have tighter, wetter, more sensitive cunts and more sensitive nipples. I wanted them overcome with sexual pleasure.

"Now ladies," I said, "I think I want to take you straight to bed. Drop your clothes, and climb under the sheets."