"Mmm, that feels pretty great." Mike was face down on the bed, his body slowly relaxing as he received a fantastic massage.
"You have a lot of tension in your muscles." Irene dug her thumbs into his shoulders, her delicate hands were stronger than they looked. "And I think someone left a bite mark up here."
"I wonder who gave that to me?" Mike said, sarcastically.
She giggled, and continued to massage him. Her legs were straddling him, and he could feel the heat coming off of her pussy where it was pressed against his lower back.
Irene shifted her stance, kneeling next to him as she worked her fingers down his spine. She hit his ass and kept going, rubbing his tired muscles until she met the juncture of his thighs. Her hand dipped between his legs and wrapped around his cock.
Mike groaned, and shifted his hips, giving Irene a little more room. She stroked him in silence for a minute. Then her warm lips closed around one of his balls. Mike moaned as her tongue began to swirl around his thick nut. She stopped sucking his testicle, letting it fall from her mouth with a wet pop. Mike took the opportunity to roll over, pinning her to the bed.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" He asked. He bent down and locked his teeth around her pierced nipple, gently pulling up. "I just fucked you fifteen minutes ago."
Irene bit her lip and moaned. "No, I can't. You know that."
It was true, she couldn't help it. Ever since that day three weeks ago when Mike had walked into her store and bound her mind to his, her ultimate desire was to please him. Mike still felt bad about it. He hadn't known what he was doing, hadn't know that there was no going back from the way that he had taken her. Clara, his mentor, had told him that completely subjugating someone's will was, if not forbidden, frowned upon. Mike always felt a little sick to his stomach when he really thought about it.
Clara had brought Irene back to her house. She had been almost pathetically excited to see Mike that first night. Her entire personality was consumed by the need to make him happy. She had cried when he wouldn't fuck her.
Mike knew that he couldn't take back his actions. But he decided that he could at least mitigate some of the negative consequences. Over the next few weeks he trained with Clara, learned more about his abilities, and began to reshape Irene into less of a sex slave and more of a companion. He gave her back her free will, her intelligence, and took away her desperate need to serve. She still wanted him, always, but now she was more like a continually horny, somewhat submissive girlfriend with a wicked exhibitionist streak. Though it had taken him two weeks to get her to stop calling him master. It was a habit that Mike found creepy, even though Clara assured him it was the standard form of address.
Mike found that he liked the real Irene. She was smart, fun, and a little feisty. And extremely beautiful, with her pale skin, her mass of dark curly hair, and her full breasts. Just the other day she had talked him into taking her to the city to get her other nipple pierced. Now a silver ring went through each stiff bud. He had even purchased an upgrade for her, adding a couple of glittering sapphires to her jewelry.
And so Mike found himself playfully wrestling with a dark haired, pale skinned beauty. On a massive bed, in an opulent room, in one of the most ridiculous mansions Mike had ever seen or heard of.
Clara lived on what could only be called an estate, a few miles outside of the city. Her home was giant, with manicured grounds, pools, a small forest, and an army of servants working to satisfy her needs. It was here that Mike learned about his new skills.
The training was difficult in ways that he could never have imagined. Mike never believed that he could be so exhausted after a day of thinking. But his new abilities we like a muscle that needed to be exercised. Clara made him practice constantly, teaching him to read minds, influence thoughts, even implant new memories or skills in a person. Irene's skill at massage was one result of that. He even learned to protect his mind from others with powers who might wish to harm him. Clara had laughed when he expressed surprise at the idea.
"What, you think that just being changed makes you into a saint?" She giggled at him. They were by the pool. Clara was naked, letting the sun soak into her perfect body. "The Voice doesn't make moral judgments. Bad people can have power too. And if you don't learn to protect your mind, they might take it."
The memory of Clara's sun-kissed nipples stuck in Mike's head. Blood began to pool in his cock, making him heavy and sensitive.
He leaned in and kissed the hollow of Irene's throat, then let his mouth drift up to her ear. "How about we go find out what Clara's up to," He whispered.
"Ooo, sounds fun," Irene said. She squeaked when he pick her up and threw her over his shoulder. Mike carried her out into the hall, letting her giggles announce their passage.
The master bedroom wasn't too far from where Mike and Irene were staying. So it didn't take long for them to hear Clara.
"Fuck me! Yes, like that! Harder!" Mike opened Clara's door, and found her sandwiched between two heavily muscled men. They were on the bed, their cocks stuffed into her ass and pussy. She grinned when she saw them enter the room, and waved Mike over to her.
He set Irene down on one of the large couches along the bedroom's wall. Her hand went to her clit immediately as she watched the scene on the bed. Mike walked over to Clara, his growing cock leading the way. Clara opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, moaning in pleasure as he fed his rod into her gullet. He began thrusting into her, the crown of his cock butting up against her throat. As far as Mike could tell, Clara didn't have anything even resembling a gag reflex. He proved it when he slammed into her, his cock sliding down into her throat with ease. Over the last few weeks, Mike had learned how Clara liked to be fucked. In a word, rough. So he started setting a fast pace, his cock pistoning into her gullet as he face fucked her. Clara loved it, her eyes rolling back as she let waves of pleasure roll over her. Her spit bathed his balls as it spilled from her lips. The men double penetrating her were sweaty and moaning, clearly close to the edge. Clara was right there with them, her limbs twitching as she began to cum. She screamed as they started spraying their loads into her, thick spunk filling up her bowels and her pussy. The vibrations coming through Clara's throat were enough to set Mike off. His cum began spilling down her throat as he slowly withdrew from her. He deposited the last few strings right on her lips.
Everyone was still for a moment, panting as they caught their breath. The man in Clara's ass slowly pulled out, and fell over with a groan. Clara stood up on shaky legs, holding Mike's arm for support as she stepped off the bed.
"Thank you Mike," She said, gently wiping the cum from her lips and pushing it into her mouth. "And thank you boys. I was feeling a little congested this morning, and a nice DP always clears me right up." Clara looked over to where Irene was sitting on the couch, gently petting her pussy as she came down from her own orgasm. "Irene, do you mind coming over here and cleaning me off?" She bent over a little and spread her cheeks, revealing the cum leaking from both of her holes. Irene crawled over and speared Clara's tight ring with her tongue.
It was the sort of life Mike could get used to.
Later, over lunch, Mike decided to bring up something that was bothering him.
"Is it some sort of requirement that I live with you for a while?" He asked. "Like, am I supposed to live here for a year so you can properly mentor me, or something?"
"What? No." Clara laughed. "Nobody is saying that you have to live here at all. It's just convenient. And besides, I like having you around." She flashed a dazzling smile.
Mike couldn't help but smile back. "Thanks. I like you too."
