John had thought long and hard about his conversation with Sofía and Megan in Professor Johansson's office, when he'd asked both girls where they spent the most time around other attractive women. Sofía answered her yoga studio, while Megan answered her sorority. John planned to use one of their suggestions as the basis for his next escapade.
John had carefully considered the merits and risks of both ideas, but, in the end, the thought of brainwashing an entire sorority into slaves was just too tempting.
At first, John had contemplated ways to secure the girls inside their sorority house without interruption. He'd thought perhaps a girls-only movie night could do the trick. He'd lock all the doors and show the girls his own special movie. But the more he'd thought it through, the more doubts crept in. What if a sorority sister who was supposed to be out of town came home unexpectedly? What if one of the girls had given a set of house keys to a boyfriend who decided to sneak in and say hi? It was just too unpredictable an environment.
Then, inspiration had struck. He could get the girls out of the house and into a controlled environment. It would only take money, and he had plenty of that. It turned out making money wasn't terribly difficult when you have mind control technology. Arranging a one-on-one meeting with a billionaire or multi-millionaire was as simple as brainwashing some lowly subordinate to set it up. A quick viewing of John's special video and the rich targets were happy to send John a few thousand dollars per month, disguised as recurring security consulting fees or financial planning fees. The super rich never bothered to question such trivial payments. With a dozen or so patrons sending John a few thousand dollars each month, John received over half a million dollars each year without lifting a finger.
The answer to John's dilemma with the sorority was an all expense paid spring break holiday in Mexico, disguised as a gift from a wealthy alumna. None of the girls would turn down such an opportunity, and John could choose a location for the girls to stay that would suit his needs. Megan would be his mole, helping to make arrangements without arousing any suspicion. Her position on the sorority's event planning committee made her perfectly suited for the task.
John made the necessary arrangements. He booked a week-long stay at an enormous, villa a few miles outside of Cancun, complete with its own private beach, pool, hot tub, and a dozen bedrooms large enough for girls to share. The close quarters wouldn't bother a group of sorority sisters already accustomed to sharing a house smaller than the one John had rented.
John contacted Megan via text message, triggering her programming and ordering her to meet him in Professor Johansson's office to go over the logistics for the trip. Needless to say, John used the opportunity to fuck Megan's brains out. He made use of her every orifice before shooting his load in her mouth and having her share it with Professor Johansson, who had spent most of the encounter standing quietly in a corner of the room, oblivious to what was happening around her.
With the details worked out, John gave Megan instructions to go back and pitch the trip to her sisters, telling them their benefactor wanted to remain anonymous for the time being. As expected, the idea was a hit. The girls couldn't wait for the trip.
John made travel arrangements for Kelly, his maid, and Sasha, his cook, to accompany him to Mexico a few days before the sorority girls were scheduled to arrive so they could complete preparations. His other girls would remain home. They'd find other ways to entertain themselves...
John was prepared when the big date finally came. Limousines picked the girls up from the airport and delivered them to the villa. Free champagne ensured the girls were relaxed and having a good time when the arrived at the house. John watched from an upstairs window as around 50 young, attractive girls piled out of the limousines. Most were dressed for hot weather, wearing shorts and tank tops or similar attire. The girls were thrilled by the site of the massive villa. Some jumped up and down while others hugged each other. Everyone wore a massive grin. They were ready for the vacation of their lifetime. It certainly would be one of a kind.
The girls walked up to the house carrying their luggage. As they neared, Kelly opened the front door and greeted them. She wore a French maid uniform, but a more conservative version than what she typically wore around John's home. "Hola!" she said to the girls with a warm smile. "My name is Kelly. I come with the house. I'll be taking care of some of your domestic needs during your stay. Think of me as basically a hotel maid. I promise to stay out of your way," she said with a smile.
The sorority sisters exchanged some sideways glances, and some of the girls murmured about how their maid looked a little slutty. But they were happy to have someone who would clean up their mess from partying. Megan took charge, greeting Kelly and thanking her for her help during the coming week.
The girls carried their bags into the house and set them in the entryway. Megan had told them their anonymous benefactor would reveal her identity in a video when they arrived at the house. The girls were eager to start their vacation, but they were also curious who would have paid for such an extravagant trip.
Kelly ushered the girls into a an in-home theater. The villa really did have every luxury imaginable. The girls found seats and Megan queued up a video for the grand reveal. Megan dimmed the lights, pressed play, and felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she completed the last task John had given her. She sighed contentedly. I hope my next task is getting fucked again, she thought.
John's video began. The theater's surround sound system began emitting a familiar low hum and the screen rapidly flashed a sequence of colors. The girls who'd been most curious about their benefactor had watched the screen intently and were the first to succumb, their eyes glazing over and their jaws going slack. Some girls continued whispering for a moment, until they noticed the girls who'd been watching the screen were no longer paying attention to the conversation. The stragglers then turned to see what was so important. From the time Megan pressed play, it took only about 30 seconds before each and every one of the 50 or so sorority sisters, including Megan, sat silently watching the screen with vacant expressions.
John had quietly slipped into the back of the room and stood watching the girls, wearing his usual tinted glasses and noise canceling headphones. Such a beautiful sight, he thought, smiling. I should have done this much sooner.
John walked over to Megan, who was as mindless as the rest of her sisters. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Good girl. You've pleased your master very much."
Megan's mind was still being bombarded by the video. She gave no conscious response to John's praise, but John slipped one hand inside her shorts and felt her damp panties. John smiled. Subconsciously the compliment had still triggered a pleasure response.
John walked to the front of the room and took a moment to appreciate the view. It was obvious the sorority discriminated based on appearance. As a whole, the group was stunning.
"Stand and remove your cloths," John ordered.
The girls complied, stranding and discarding shoes, shorts, shirts, and bras. It was a wonderful sight indeed. With this many attractive girls, it was hard to know where to start. Then John had an idea.
"We're going to hold a little competition," John explained. "Whoever impresses me most in the next five minutes gets the honor of fucking me first. Starting... now."
Life returned to the girls' eyes. Then hunger. They'd been programed to serve John. To please him. They craved to fuck him.
The girls had different ideas of how to get John's attention. One girl in the front row, an athletic brunette, reacted quickly. She dropped to her knees in front of John and cupped her breasts in her hands, displaying them for John. "Please, Master," she begged. "Use me. Use your slave. I promise I won't disappoint you."
John almost caved in right then. There was something about the wild, desperate look in the girl's eyes that had him immediately aroused. But there were too many girls to give in that quickly.
