Valerie reads her text and grins and presses her legs together a little thinking about the kinds of fun she might be having tonight (tempered with a little anxiety about how to break the news to Sean, perhaps, excited and anxious all at once), gives her wonderful new toy a kiss and tells her that she's off to see her boyfriend (which lights her face up with a pretty showing of desire, she wants to be there too, she can tell, Sean is going to be so happy and reward her), bids everyone goodbye, all of them hers, and heads into her car. And drives as quickly (but safely! Unfortunately) as she can to get home, keeping both her hands on the wheel and being cross about not being able to touch herself.

But being cross doesn't last long, not when she has Lindsey, such a precious and adorable little submissive treasure to think about. And bringing her to Sean, and watching Sean deflower her, and Sean thanking her, and telling her to bring him more like her, which she'll only be so very happy to do... Her fantasies devolve into a series of ideas, concepts of her being at the head of a harem of girls, all dominated and devoted to Sean, being licked until he wants his favorite, and all the other girls looking on with desire and jealousy, touching themselves as they watch his chosen fuck him. Lindsey features prominently in several of these tiny scenes in her mind, as part of a chorus of horny sluts moaning and touching themselves and each other egging Sean on as he fucks Valerie, or Valerie egging Sean on as he uses Lindsey, or the two of them making out as he uses another cute toy...

On some level Valerie knows this isn't likely to be how things will end up. But maybe Sean will see that this outcome is far too much fun to not do it. And even if it doesn't end up quite like this, well, there likely will be fun in her future. She can't wait to watch his power and dominance and control over so many other cute toys, and to, if she plays her cards right, be at the head of them.

She makes it to the apartment, horny, gently dripping down her thighs despite her careful obedience to Sean's orders (she did pay attention, she did, even if she did fantasize a biiit more than she should have), and rushes into the elevator to finger herself, getting herself hot and wet and ready for Sean to use her. Use her any way he wants, fuck. Any way he wants at all, she's horny and she wants to feel his power and control and to kneel at his feet and be his. She can't wait to see his reaction when she tells him about Lindsey. (Even if she is a little anxious about it.) She can't wait. And she can't wait to be fucked either.

She opens the door to her apartment, one hand between her legs, keeping herself hot and wet, thinking of Sean and sex and dominance and fucking Lindsey and power, and looks around to see where Sean might be.

On the couch, smiling at her. "C'mere."

Valerie grins, poses and walks in a way to make herself look sexy (not that that's hard, of course, with it being her, but Sean deserves the best), and saunters over to him, grinning sexily. She knows full well this won't make him do anything, what with the fucking hot way that he knows exactly what she's trying to do (and she presses her finger into her clit, hard, her face contorting for a moment in ecstasy at the idea of being so controlled that even she can't manipulate herself out of it), but she knows he enjoys looking at her like this anyways. She looks at him, seeing the way he's indicating where he wants her, and grins at him a little bit more seductively, lowering herself into his lap, to press up against him. She can tell he wants to touch her, wants to put his hands on her, and she wants that too, wants him to grab her in a show of power and dominance and put her wherever he wants. She wants to feel him take her and make whatever he wants of her, to feel him move her into a kiss, or pull her to the ground. She wants to feel his control on her, and feel the electric shock of power in the air and her body when he does. But she will, of course do whatever he wants. She's devoted to him.

He wraps a hand around the back of her neck and pulls her into a kiss. It's good to have her here, warm in his lap, wanting him.

Mmmmmfuck, it feels so fucking good to have his hands on her like this. She kisses back passionately, pressing her hot body against his, hoping to feel more of his control on her, his hands on her ass on in her hair or anywhere he wants. But right now, fuck, fuck, fuck this feels good to be so horny and his like this.

He squeezes the back of her neck and puts his other hand on her thigh, digging in his fingers to pull her closer. It's so much fun to turn her on like this, it really is.

Oh well that's not something she was thinking of at all but it works oh so very well, fuck. Valerie allows herself to be pulled closer (not that she has a choice, nnnff), and presses her body into his, letting him take the reigns that so rightly and properly belong to him. As is his rightful place above her. She presses her cunt into his hand, if she can, wanting to feel him touch her, if he wants to. But she knows he'll do whatever he wants to do.

He makes a pleased little noise, kisses her harder, and—

Hmm. He wants to touch her, he wants to turn her on, he wants to get her off, but he doesn't especially want to fuck her.

Well. He can do whatever he wants, right?

So he scoops her up and carries her to bed, and doesn't bother taking off his clothes, and pins her down, and—touches her. A lot. Taking full advantage of his ability to cheat with mindreading. He wants to make her feel things.

Valerie is extremely happy to be taken wherever Sean wants her too, and it's such a thrill, being picked up like that, a shiver of pleasure running through her body as he picks her up and moves her where he wants. It's such a delightful reminder that she's his and entirely in his power and there's nothing she can do about it (fuck that's fucking hot). And him touching her like that, however he wants, wherever he wants, is even more a reminder of it. She writhes under his touch and presses her body into his and makes aroused and gleeful (and entirely honest, fuck) faces, moaning and gasping when he touches her wherever he wants. 

It does quickly dawn on her, watching what he's doing, that he doesn't seem to want to fuck her, which makes her bite back a pout -- but the slight annoyance is washed out by just how he's touching her. He clearly wants her to feel things, and he's so powerful and she's so his and he clearly can play her like an instrument, like a toy (fuck), like an adorable obsessed plaything, fuck. He touches her tits and it elicits a moan and he runs his hand up her thigh just to the point where it makes her shriek, and kisses her deeply and presses his body into hers. And eventually she doesn't care that he doesn't want to fuck her, doesn't care at all, because what he's doing to her is incredible and divine and spectacular and feels so fucking good. And the constant reminder in the background that he's doing this because he can, because that's just how strong and powerful and dominant he is, fuck, fuck, fuck. If he keeps this up for much longer she's going to cum soon, thinking about it, feeling it, being so turned on by it. 

Good! That is exactly what he wants!

He holds her down and touches her and makes her come, forces pleasure on her. It's spectacular. It's lovely.

(It's even enough to take his mind off his troubles, for now.)

And then he does it again, because he wants to and he can. And a third time for luck, making her feel what he wants her to feel, making her melt in his hands. It's so good how he can do this to her. It's so good how much she likes it.

And then he snuggles up and kisses her forehead and wraps his arms around her and holds her close, because she is his and this is what he wants. His Valerie, cuddled in his arms all warm and cozy and satisfied.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. He's touching her wherever he wants and he looks so satisfied and Valerie feels so good pleasing him like this. He's doing to her as he wants (fuckkk) and that's what he deserves, to use his power and his superiority to just take whatever he wants from her. And she's pressing into him and running his fingers over her tits and moving his hand even closer up her her thigh and she's getting so close and she's so ready for it. And she knows he might not let her (fuck, nnnnnfuck, fuck) because he enjoys that and that's so fucking hot and she's ready for it even though she wants to cum so badly and then suddenly his fingers are in her pussy on her clit and she screams and cums, lifting her body to press into his fingers, enjoying every second of it and feeling the delighted electric pleasure of power. Of being made, controlled, dominated, to do this, his skill and power overwhelming her to the point where she can't help but comply. She's so fucking his. 

And then he doesn't stop. He doesn't stop and it doesn't take long at all before she's moaning and pressing against him again, fucking his fingers with her cunt, gasping in pleasure and looking up at him with need and desire and it's incredible and she doesn't want it to end. And it takes so little time for her to cum again, as hard as last time, harder, being made to feel just what he wants her to feel, fuck, fuck. 

And then he still doesn't stop, his touch softer and sweeter but no less in control (fuck, fuck), and she shudders with half-exhaustion and a mind short-circuited from pleasure, and she gasps and chokes and tears run across her pretty face, her body against his but no longer pressing, just jelly, until she comes a third time, sobbing and moaning in extravagant ecstasy and loving every overwhelming second of it, her mind echoing over and over again just how his she is, feeling the delighted arousing tingle of power and dominance running through her veins, over her skin, laying there gasping barely able to move. 

And when he finishes with her for the third time (fuck, he's so good at playing with her, how fucking hot is that), he pulls her close to him and wraps his arms around her again. Valerie feels that strange feeling again, and remembers how it felt to hold Lindsey the same way, to spend the night with her like that, relaxing, falling asleep, and how she felt, in her arms that way. And how she feels now. And a few tears run down her cheeks, happy and content and confused and longing. She isn't sure what she feels but it feels good and she doesn't understand but she's starting to. And... and right now she can just be here, relaxed in his arms, feeling how Lindsey felt yesterday, and rest. She's his. She's. His. 

She's his and it's perfect.

He's happy and he's pleased and this feels warm and good and she doesn't understand it. But it's relaxing. And she's going to fall asleep like this, her tears drying on her cheeks and in her eyes, if she's held like this much longer. 

Good.

He kisses her forehead again and snuggles her to sleep.

Valerie hardly notices that he falls asleep, as she follows soon after, enjoying the confusing but enjoyable feeling of his arms around her, his touches, all of it. It feels good like this, comfortable, warm, and she drifts off to rest in his arms. 

Meanwhile, about a week ago: 

Lorenzo is fucking pissed. Aggravated, even. The buyers had been pleased with his crop of whores, made perfectly to their specifications, with only minor modifications to be made before they took them home, nothing his powers or Orchid couldn't handle. But then one of them had to go and ask his newly purchased cunt if she were a virgin. And, like the stupid brainless whore she was, she told him the truth. And now the buyer, for some stupid reason, won't pay for a non-virgin. It's not like he can tell the difference, what with Orchid being able to work her magic, but he just straight-up refused. 

And it was someone important, too, a rich asshole with the ear of a couple senators, someone who he really doesn't want to get on the bad side of. So he promised him delivery tomorrow, which seemed to make him feel better. 

Unfortunately, that means he has to be out here, driving around looking for a pretty virgin girl to drag in the car, and reprogram and have Orchid change, when he'd much rather be resting happily and planning his overtures to the next batch of clients. And his fucking Alphas don't seem particularly happy about this either. It's their job, he supposes, but they are supposed to obey what he tells them, and not argue when he tells them things. 

He drags Orchid's head down a little further on his cock, putting a finger on the back of her head in the spot that makes so she knows to make him bigger so that she gags. And holds her there as he grows enough, and keeps holding her there after moving his finger, enjoying the sound of her her chokes and the eager slurping noises she makes as she sucks and licks at his cock and balls, even as her body struggles for breath. She at least knows how to obey properly, and is something he can take his pissed off frustration on. And he doesn't even have to worry about killing her, she's under strict orders to keep herself alive and healthy and conscious. And he can enjoy it. Lorenzo leans back, grunting in pleasure, not even sparing a glance out the tinted windows. The two Alphas in the front seat are under orders to look for potential cunts he can bring back to satisfy that jerkass Mr. Harrington. No, this is the perfect way to let off steam on a whore while he waits for them to find someone good enough for him. 

The Alpha in the passenger seat waits until he seems calm and relaxed and not too preoccupied before she says, "Sir, are you sure about this?"

Calm and relaxed he might be compared to a minute or so ago, what with his pretty cunt choking on his cock like like, but this is Lorenzo we're talking about. He's still got quite a bit of rage and aggravation boiling beneath his skin. "Yes." He answers shortly, his voice with a bit of growl and a bit of teeth. He puts his finger back on the spot for a few seconds and feels Orchid's throat grow even tighter around his cock. He's had far too much go wrong today already, he doesn't need backchat like this from his guard dogs. Not right now. "I told you to keep a damn lookout, not to bother me. Just tell me when you find someone. And it had better be soon," he snaps.  

"Understood, sir."

She returns her attention to scanning the sidewalks.

(The Alpha driving the car mutters something under her breath.)

Lorenzo doesn't feel the need to even acknowledge her answer, (or take notice of the grumble from the other Alpha bitch, whatever number she is), so he just simply leans back further and drags Orchid deeper onto him, taking pleasure in the way she coughed and gagged and continued being a good obedient whore. Just like it fucking should be. It shouldn't take them too terribly long to find a lone cunt wandering around a college town. It had better not. 

You'd think after all the shouting Mom did last time, that he'd have actually have been here this time. But surprise surprise, he isn't. Again. It's actually not that much of a surprise to Irene at this point, though, but she still did hold out hope. He'd been on the wagon for a while, and maybe this was a momentary lapse. But sometimes... some weeks, or months, he's like this for a while. And he really is just fucking awful when he's like this... but after a couple weeks he'll be all apologetic and sweet and he'll be Dad again, and she's just going to have to deal with it until that happens. Even if it does involve lugging home her heavy trombone in the summer heat. Again. 

It's a bit too much to ask that that cute boy (Sean) with the fancy car be around this time to give her a ride, and indeed there's no sign of him in the same spot he was last time, despite the little sliver of hope. She does have his number, technically, but there's no way she's going to call him. He was friendly, and not at all the kind of jerk she expected him to be, but she still doesn't want to give him the wrong impression. Even if she did hold out a little bit of hope that he might show up and take her home again. Though in retrospect that might also be a worrying sign if he did so. Maybe it's not the best sort of thing to hope for. No, she can do this herself. Again. Irene sighs and picks it up once more and keeps walking down the road. 

"Sir," says Alpha-1. "Up ahead on the right. The instrument case suggests she has music lessons or something of that nature to be missed at, but if you don't mind that, we could take her."

Lorenzo takes a quick look out the window to see her. Not up to his usual standards, of course, but reasonably attractive for a random teenage girl walking outside -- the cunt could be showing more skin, but at least she's not as pathetic-looking as most of the sluts out there. And that hardly matters when he has lovely Orchid to fix her up to his client's preferences. 

Of course, what the asshole actually prefers at the moment is a virgin. Well that'll be easy enough to check.

Lorenzo pulls Orchid down with a tug, hearing her slurp and sigh delightedly as she drinks down his cum, choking on it as he pumps down her throat. "Pull up next to her and roll down my window," he tells them. Hopefully she is a fucking virgin and he can finish up dealing with this stupid mess. Maybe he'll take it out on that idiot cunt that Mr. Harrington didn't want. It's not like he has anything better to do with the discarded trash anyways. Something to think about later.

Alpha-1 nods to the driver, and the car rolls to a gentle stop, and the rear window descends.

Irene hears the sound of a car approaching from behind her, and turns to look. More of a van than a car, really, and it's slowing down enough to pull up next to her in a few moments -- perhaps a mother shuttling some kids home from some day camp and seeing her plight? Potentially too much to hope for, but if there are kids in the car then Irene probably has nothing to worry about. Hopefully she doesn't have to finish this trip herself. Though really, she shouldn't be relying on rides from strangers on the regular, here. She can do this on her own.

Marching band practice is pretty tiring, though. Hopefully... hopefully she won't have to.

But then the window rolls down, and it's the back window, not the driver's window. And Irene only has a moment to be confused by the man in the backseat, before his eyes glow...