All characters in this story are over 18 years of age, as previously established.
Paradise Obtained: Chapter 10 -- A willing harem
It was the morning after I had revealed the truth to Georgia and discovered her feelings about that. My subsequent programming had turned her reluctant acceptance into an enthusiastic embrace of her new role. The results had been so remarkable and happy for us both, that I had reached a decision that I should follow a similar course with all my girls.
They would know they had been mind-controlled by me and that they were part of a harem of sex-slaves and yet would welcome this, believing it was for the best. And with that belief I could turn them into recruiting sergeants, on the look-out for likely candidates to join their ranks.
But I intended to proceed with care for two reasons. The first was to not disrupt my harem. I was confident the naturally submissive Nikki and Kanako would present few problems and I thought Ilse would come to accept the idea, but I was concerned about Millie and Delilah. Both were strong minded and independent in nature and unlikely to welcome the idea I had messed around with their heads. I needed to lay the groundwork before proceeding, if I was to get a fully compliant and happy group.
The second reason was that, by now, I had genuine feelings for my women. I enjoyed being with them and appreciated their varied personalities. Seeking to make them happy and content was as enjoyable for me as was our amazing sex-life. The revelation that they had not freely chosen to be with me would represent a big change in their lives, as would realising the truth that they now belonged to me for the rest of their lives. I wanted to make that moment special for them, and that merited some preparation.
And, as it happened, a third reason for delay presented itself that morning. My harem was more than a little the worse for wear that day. Ilse explained to me that after I had told them Georgia and I would be spending the night together, Kanako had produced small glasses of rice wine for them to try. Ilse recalled the Japanese girl correcting her when she called it sake, saying that just meant alcohol, and that what they were having was nihonshu.
After they had drunk that, Millie had suggested they should also try the national drink of Australia and disappeared to the kitchen returning with that she described as 'tinnies' of chilled lager beer. Once everyone had had some of that -- Ilse comparing it unfavourably to its German equivalent -- Delilah had announced that they should try a real drink and produced a couple of bottles of vodka from her bedroom.
Things had got a bit hazy after that. Ilse recalled helping carry Kanako and Nikki to bed fairly early in the proceedings. She had lasted a bit longer, but had eventually staggered off to her own bed, leaving Millie and Delilah happily singing a song together at high volume, with minimal tune but unbelievably filthy words. I found them both flaked out on the sofa in the living room the next morning, snoring peacefully.
Suffice to say none of those five were going to be of much use to anyone for a while, not until paracetamol, time and a couple of good meals had reversed the damage. Therefore I called a taxi and took myself off to Sapporo, Hokkaido's capital city, for a couple of days. I had plans, which were going to cost me some money to deliver at short notice, but that was no obstacle.
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It was just before 3 p.m. in Hokkaido and would be approaching 8 a.m. in Hamburg. That was the appointed hour for Georgia to make her daily call to Albrecht Haller, just as she had for months now. And she knew after yesterday's events she had things to report, things Haller would want to know. Georgia went to her bedroom to be alone. Matt had gone to Sapporo and none of the other girls would interrupt her.
She sat on her bed. Her mobile was lying there in front of her. She picked it up, paused, and then put it down again. Dithering, Georgia took up the phone once more. She didn't have Haller's number on speed dial in case Matt had ever chanced to see it, so she started to tap in the familiar sequence. She got half-way and then cancelled the call. She switched off the phone, put it in her bedside table drawer and walked out of the room.
Half an hour later Kanako received a call on her phone. Recognising the number she went to her office and shut the door before answering it.
"Miss Yoshida, Delta 700423, I repeat Delta 700423," a cultured voice with the hint of a German accent said.
"Yes Haller, san. I am your servant and will obey your orders," Kanako replied.
"Miss Yoshida, Miss Harding was supposed to call me but has failed to do so. Is there a problem? Is Miss Harding ill perhaps?"
"No Haller, san. Georgia was fine the last time I saw her."
"I see. In that case, has anything unusual happened in the last 24 hours? Anything changed that might have affected Miss Harding?"
Kanako considered this, but nothing came to mind. She had to admit her memories of the prior evening were a little hazy. She had little experience with alcohol. "Not really Haller, san. Georgia did spend last evening and night with Mitchell sama, but that's not really unusual. We all do that sometimes."
"Very well, I have one instruction for you. Find Miss Harding and ask her to call me."
"Yes of course, Haller san. I will do as you say."
Kanako found Georgia easily enough and passed on Albrecht Haller's message. The American girl pondered what to do. If she didn't call him then he would just keep chasing via one of the other girls. She realised she had to face this and speak to him.
Probably the best thing to do would be to wait and talk to Matt; he deserved to know after all. But she found herself reluctant to do that. It might have been some lingering effect of Haller's control over her, but she didn't think so. The truth was she was just ashamed and embarrassed of what she had done. She had spied on her Master on behalf of Haller for months and she was reluctant to admit it to him.
