Karen had dreamed of Derrick last night.
In her dream she was four years old. Her mom had just given birth and she was being brought in to see her new baby brother. She remembered looking at him as her mother lay there on the bed, proud but clearly worn out by the process. Derrick at the time was nothing much to talk about. She'd looked at this giant pink raisin and found herself fascinated by him. She was curious as to how he'd come into being and how he even worked.
Then she'd woken up.
Karen had found the dream quite annoying. The reason primarily was because nothing had been changed. Her fascination with Derrick when she'd first seen him was a true memory. It was this fascination that had been the first spark that had led her to deciding to become a doctor when she grew up. Add to that the fact that she hadn't had the slightest inkling to masterbate when she woke up and she was left unsure if the dream was simply the first part of her being brainwashed, or if she had it because she THOUGHT she might be getting brainwashed.
In the end she decided it didn't matter one way or another, since at the moment even if she was being brainwashed she couldn't do anything about it until Kiara had fallen to her brother's powers. Idly she hoped that happened soon so she could get back to what she really wanted to do.
DERRICK'S POV
Derrick woke up in a pile of flesh. That wasn't surprising as that was also how he fell asleep last night. When he'd gotten home Sarah immediately told everyone what had happened and they'd all mobbed him, suddenly terrified at the idea that they might lose him
Instead of a giant orgy however, they merely lay together, the girls all cuddling in with him as close as they could given the limited amount of him to go around. The whole thing felt oddly good for Derrick as well. He'd spent the last three months having constant sex with a number of different women and it felt nice for him to just relax and take a night to just comfort his girls with no need for him to perform.
These moments were going to be getting increasingly hard to come by, since his current harem was practically insatiable. Not to mention that if his sister was indeed right, he was about to add yet another woman to his group. Derrick still wasn't sure how he felt about that, but at the moment there was nothing he could do about it.
Instead he got up and gingerly attempted to extradite himself from the pile. This did not go as well as he would have liked as the moment he started to move, he immediately woke up everyone around him. The first was Amy, who groggily began to lick his nipple, almost by instinct.
Derrick paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation before reluctantly pulling himself away so that he could extricate himself from the pile. Amy whimpered in sadness before trying to move herself back into position to begin licking at Derrick. This ended however when she was suddenly pulled away from him. Derrick looked up to see the sight of Judy, still gloriously naked, pulling Amy and the others away from him.
"You'll have plenty of time to enjoy Derrick's gifts later," she told them. "Right now, Derrick has to get ready."
Derrick nodded in appreciation as the other girls began to reluctantly wiggle out of the way to let Derrick get up. As he finally got out of the bed and on his feet, Judy approached him again. "We need to talk," she told him.
"We can do it while I take a shower," Derrick responded.
Judy nodded and followed him to the bathroom. It said something about how people can get used to anything that in such a short time Derrick had just come to accept that he no longer washed himself. Instead his slaves had scheduled a rotation determining who would be washing him on any given day. Normally today would have been Amanda's turn to clean him, but Judy often switched days with people whenever she felt there was a need for her to have an important conversation without eating into either of their schedules.
All of this was completely ignored by Derrick, who simply enjoyed his daily cleaning without sweating the details. He simply walked into the shower and stood there, waiting for Judy to join him and begin the cleaning process. After only a moment's wait, Judy joined him.
At first she was quiet. Instead of speaking, Judy concentrated on the act of washing itself. First she would soap herself up, then she would rub her soaped up body part on Derrick. Once she was satisfied that the part in question was clean, she'd soap herself up again and begin to clean another body part.
However unlike how it was in normal circumstances, Judy's performance was clinical. She concerned herself with getting him clean as efficiently as possible as opposed to being as sexy as she could. The overall sensation left Derrick feeling somewhat cold. However he stayed quiet throughout, somehow feeling that he needed to wait to let Judy decide for herself how she wanted to approach this.
Finally after she'd just finished cleaning the last part of him, he felt her lean herself face first onto his back before hearing her whisper, "We felt it you know."
They felt it? What was she talking about? "But Sarah was there with me and she didn't feel anything."
"I don't mean that we felt it like we felt the pain you were going through. I mean we felt it as in the moment we happened we all knew something was wrong. Sarah was there so of course she knew what was happening, but the rest of us, we just knew something horrible had happened and all we could do was just sit there and wait for the worst."
Oh. Well that was...just horrible. He'd never even considered that anything could have gone wrong and now he had to deal with the guilt of making them suffer like that. "I'm sorry," he told her, aware of just how monumentally small that saying was in the wake of just how badly he'd fucked up.
"It's okay, it wasn't your fault," she quickly responded in a voice that was more kind than anything else. "It's just...please be more careful. If something happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Derrick turned around then to look Judy in the eye. As he did reached his hand to her chin to guide her face to his. "Look, I have no plans on dying anytime soon," he told her with a grin. "Besides, you're one of the strongest women I've ever known..."
"Not anymore," she said, interrupting him in mid-speech. "We may all have been strong, independent women before, but now, we can't live without you."
She leaned into him, striving to get her point across as she continued, "I think Sarah and Amanda might survive, they have the duty to properly raise your children to keep them going, but Amy and I, we'd join you in death before the day was over."
Derrick wanted to deny what she was telling him, but looking in her eyes, he saw her desperation through tears that were visible even with the shower pouring water on him. At that moment he realized something he should have known all along, just how tied to him they were. He thought he'd been taking this seriously before, but this near death experience had finally hammered it home. These were his slaves and their lives depended on him. It was time for him to make taking care of them his priority now. As he stared Judy in the eyes, his face dropped it's loose, carefree look and took on a far more serious disposition.
"I have an order for you," he told her, his voice low.
"What is it?"
