Her eyes were closed, her breathing short, and her struggles had turned into a slow grind against my fingers. "You like feeling my hand against your cunt, don't you?"

Her eyes snapped open, staring into mine with fear and confusion and lust. "I-"

"Say it, say you like my hand against your cunt."

"I-"

"Say it."

"I-"

"SAY IT."

"I like your hand. against my cunt."

I kissed her. She responded timidly at first, then with greater enthusiasm as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I let go of her arm, and slipped both hands inside her shorts. I grasped her g-string firmly, and then pulled it up slowly, digging it deeper in between her labia. She broke the kiss with a gasp as she felt the underwear slide deeper inside her. "You've had these feelings before, haven't you? Showering with the other girls after gym class, seeing those perky young tits and asses. You felt yourself grow warm, but didn't know why and tried to hide it. You knew you were a bi-slut, hungry to take a pussy or a dick anytime, but couldn't admit to yourself, didn't you?"

"Oh god," she groaned. She reached down and started to press at her crotch through her shorts. I hiked her g-string up another half an inch. She gasped. "God, it feels- I feel- I never-"

"You feel desire, lust, like you've never felt them before, don't you? Your lust flames when I call you slut and whore, because you know that's what you are. You want me to totally degrade, totally dominate you, don't you?"

"I want- I want-"

"You want to be my slave, don't you whore? You want to call me Master, to have me call you my slut, my sex toy, my cunt, to fuck as I please, don't you?"

"I-"

"Say it, whore. Say it, say you want to be my slave, to obey my every command, to be my slut."

"I-"

"Say it!" I tugged her g-string higher.

"I-"

"Say it!" Tug.

"I-"

"Say it!" Tug.

"YES! I want you to be my MASTER! FUCK my cunt, Master, please, it's so fucking hot for you, Master, please Master please!"

"Take off your shirt, slut, show your Master your little tits."

I let go of her, and Rachel tore off her shirt with abandon. She stood before, topless in her belt and shorts. Her breasts were small and firm and her nipples were rigid in the cool Yosemite air. "Do you like them, Master?"

"They are very cute, like you, slut."

She threw herself forward into my arms. Gripping me around the neck, she tilted her head back and kissed me savagely. Her tongue flitted around my mouth like a crazed hummingbird. I broke the kiss and said, "Now, take off your shorts, but leave your underwear on. I want to see that g-string pulled high inside your little whore snatch."

"Oh yes, Master," she said as she turned around. She undid her short's button and called out behind her, "Why does it make me so hot when you call me slut and whore, Master? God, it makes so fucking hot now, but it never did before." As she spoke, she shimmied her shorts down her shapely legs, wiggling her ass at me as she did.

"I just know which women are sluts and whores underneath, and which ones aren't. Lots of women are whore bitches and don't know it." I walked over and grasped her ass firmly. It was hard; she obviously worked out. "But all it takes is a firm man who knows what dirty sluts like you want, and they love it."

"What do they want, Master?"

"They want to be told that they are cute little sluts, and they want to be fucked all the time by huge manly Master dicks. They want to eat the pussies of other bi-sluts while their Masters fuck them both. They love to eat their Master's cum, and have it sprayed all over their bodies, they love to lick it up from other sluts' bodies and pussies."

"Oh yes, Master, make me do all those things, please."

"Turn around and take out my dick, whore."

Rachel turned, her red hair catching the morning light. She knelt before me and fumbled at my zipper, her eyes wild with abandon. Her trembling hand slipped inside my pants and brought forth my hard dick. "Now suck on it, just like a little slut lollipop," I told her.

She started slowly, timidly at first, swirling her lips around the head, getting a feel for my manhood. Then she started to take it deeper into her mouth, gradually working her way up the shaft. She moved her head slowly, savoring the feeling of my shaft passing between her teenage lips. She let my dick put again with a pop and said, "Master, it tastes so good. I never sucked a guy's dick before, but I really like it." She slurped it back up with more vigor, bobbing her head back and forth with more enthusiasm. I was getting close. Placing my hands at the back of her head, I guided myself in and out of her hot mouth, thrusting slowly. As I felt my balls starting to contract, I pulled out, grasped my dick firmly, and jacked twice.

Out blasted a tremendous stream of come. Rachel exclaimed, "Yes, Master, come on face, come all over my face, yes!" She lapped eagerly as I fired stream after stream of hot dick cream on to her lips and cheeks, and into her waiting mouth. "I love how your semen tastes, Master, I love it, God it tastes so good! Come on your slave, Master, come on her pretty slut face, yes I love it!"

Finally, my dick stopped blasting. As I came down from one of my first orgasms in nearly six months, I could tell my body was ready for more. The potency of that potion taken all those years ago was still strong, and my cock was as hard as ever. "Turn around and get on your knees, slave. Stick your ass high in the air, it's time you were fucked but good."

"Yes Master, my pussy is so fuckin' hot for you, God do me!" Rachel swiveled around on the grass and presented her backside to me. I slid her panties down her legs, and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet. As I stuck my finger slowly up her cunt, I noticed how unbelievably tight she was. "Whore," I asked, "are you a virgin?"

"Yesssssss, Maassssssster, your finger feels soooooo goooooood."

"Where is your hymen, slut?"

"Uhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh horssssssse baaack rrrrrriiiiiiding, pleeeease, stick your cock in me now, I want it so bad, please."

She didn't have to wait long. She was extremely wet, and I was extremely ready. I positioned myself carefully behind, and guided the tip of my pole to just inside the very outer reaches of her pussy. I grasped her hips and said, "Beg, slut, beg for your Master's dick."

"Please, Master, I just a young slut, a young dirty little slut who's never been fucked, please, I want it, I need it so bad, my virgin twat is so hot for your hard dick, Master, please please please?"

I thrust home. She was very tight, but also very wet. The combination was like a velvet vice, holding me firmly yet smoothly. I pushed all the way in her once, letting her get used to the intrusion. "UHHHHHHH, FUCK YES! OHHHHHH SHIT FUCK YES FUCK CUNT FUCK FUCK YOUR CUNT FUCK YOUR CUNT FUCK HER GOOD MASTERRRRRRR!"

I slipped out and in, slowly, twice, and then I began to pump faster. Her screams of pleasure were swallowed up by the immense forest around us. Her hips thrust back at me, making the fuck just on the edge of discomfort, the perfect balance between wetness and pleasure. "Your little slut twat is so tight, bitch, it's so tight, it feels so good around your Master's prick!"

"Fuck my tight cunt Master, fuck it good! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

"RACHEL!" a female voice cried from the other side of the clearing.

Time collapsed, focused in that one moment of surprise and horror. I found my thoughts coming at the speed of light. She had to be Rachel's mother. There was a distinct family resemblance, as well as the red hair. She couldn't have been more than forty, and she kept herself in good shape. The look of horror currently entrenched on her face did not suit her at all. She was wearing a Secret's choker and a lightning fast scan of her mind found that the suggestions were firmly implanted but still dormant.

I didn't have time to be subtle. I reached into her mind and tore away the code sentence boundaries, and quickly did my best to integrate the new personality with the old. Her initial shock melded with confusion, fascination, and a small touch of lust. It was just enough to keep her off balance for just a few precious seconds.

"Mom?" Rachel asked, half in an orgasmic haze.

"You like seeing your daughter fucked, don't you?" I said, pressing on her mind at the same time.

"Rachel, what are you."

"Tell her, slut, tell her what you are doing."

"My Master is fucking my cunt, Mom, he's fucking my tight cunt with his big dick, he's fucking his little whore with his big cock and I love it, Mom! I fucking love it when he fucks me!"

"What. what have you done to her?"

"Just revealed what she really was, just like you."

"Like. me?"

"Just-" and I thrusted into Rachel for emphasis - "like -" the next one produced a small squeak from Rachel - "you! You like seeing your daughter fucked, it makes you hot and wet inside."

"No, I." she stammered. She was transfixed now.

"Yes, you. Your pussy is getting warm, looking at your naked daughter getting balled by her Master. You wish you could take off your clothes, strip naked and get balled by your daughter's Master, wish he would call you a bitch, a slut, a whore, just like your little daughter whore here."

"I-"

"You want to come over here now, kneel in front of your daughter and hold her pretty face while I fuck her from behind, don't you slave?"

"I-"

"Do it! Do it now!" I pressed into her mind, forcing the command deeper.

Still confused, Rachel's mother walked forward unassuredly, and knelt down in front of Rachel. Resting on her knees, she took her daughter's head between her hands, watching as my fucking bounced her head forward and backward. Rachel was moaning with pleasure by now, her calls punctuated by little squeaks as my cock slid in and out of her. "You want your Mommy to kiss you, don't you slut? You wish your Mommy would kiss your little bi-slut mouth, her tongue slipping in and out of you as my dick does, don't you?"

"Yes! Mommy, please Mommy, please kiss my little slut mouth! French kiss me, Mommy, please!"

Rachel's mother, her eyes still wide with confusion, brought her head down to her daughter's. When their lips met, a low "mmmmmmm" emanated from Rachel's throat. Rachel's tongue darted into her mother's mouth, and her mother slowly returned her daughter's passion. Soon, both were vigorously tongue-fencing the other.