TITLE:: All we like Sheep

The Company Christmas party was a big let down for Peter. He had really hoped that Angie would have surrendered to his programming and agreed to attend. He had caught her watching him many times during the week. She was finding excuses to come down to R&D and drift past his desk. She'd even come by just before work let out Friday to apologize one last time.

"I'm so sorry, Peter. I tried to get out of tonight's Youth Group meeting. Almost everyone I called was happy to reschedule when I called to cancel the meeting. Unfortunately the last two girls parents had already made other plans. There using me as a baby sitter so they can go to their own Christmas parties. I really wish that I could come.". she said obviously distressed.

"Oh you will." Peter thought with a sly chuckle.

Angie felt small waves of lust and desire rippling pleasurably through her body. Her whole body was tingling and she felt a increasingly strong desire to strip naked and jump on Peter right there at his desk. Her dreams were full of Peter and she had brought herself to orgasm three times last night after studying her bible and listening to Peter's gift. Her initial shame at these acts of masturbation, had quickly become acceptance that anything that she did because of, or for Peter was {right} and {correct}.

Although Peter had been very pleased with Angie's obvious physical attraction to him; he had hoped that her need to obey and serve him would have grown beyond her ability to control it by now.

As he left the staff party around 10:00 PM, he remembered his last conversation with her.

After apologizing for not being able to make the party, she sat on the front corner of his desk. Crossing her legs and turning her body she was unconsciously giving him an ample show of thigh and tit. "Oh Peter, it seems like I never see you any more. You never come by my desk. You're always welcome you know." she said smiling and moistening her lips with her tiny pink tongue. "I was just in the area and I thought I'd mention that I got you a present last night, but I haven't had a chance to wrap it. Now I don't know when I'll have a chance to give it to you before Christmas" she said with obvious disappointment. Her breathlessness and many other physical cues, told Peter, that this was a women in lust.

"Well, if you stay up later then ten, then, if it's all right with you, I'll drop by after the party tonight, and we can open each others presents?" Peter suggested.

Angie took a deep breath enjoying the way that Peter's eyes casually stroked her chest as it rose and fell. "Uuumm uhh, that is, usually I wouldn't..... , but, Yes, Yes come over after the party and I'll be ready to...., I mean I'll be up" she stammered staring into his eyes with smoky intensity she had never considered using on any man before. As she walked away she made sure to give her ass a couple of extra saucy twists. Acting in such a wanton, slutty way was, of course, unacceptable with any one else, but with Peter, she knew it was the perfect way she should act. She hardly had to think about it.

[Knock Knock]

"Yes coming, just a minute! Is that you Peter?" came Angie's anxious muffled voice through the door.

After the sound of a flurry of locks being undone the door flew open and there was Angie.

From inside the Condo he could hear the lyric strains of Handel's Messiah filling the air. From the glassy, stunned look in Angie's eyes, Peter could tell she had been listening to it for a long time and that her programming was complete.

Before he could even enter the door, she was on him.

"Oh Peter" she groaned, stepping up to him and kissing him hard on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts into his chest, grinding them against him. "I've been thinking of you sooo much Peter, I know this may seem sudden but I ... I just desire you so incredibly." Pulling him even tighter to her she panted her mindless lust into his mouth. "Peter I.... I... want.. I want you... must please you... I must...do....oh Peter! Sex! I want to have sex with you. Oh Please, please I know you love me and will be so good to me................."

Peter let her babbling continue. Pushing her backwards into the apartment he massaged her ass cheeks through her skirt while he kicked the door closed behind them. Catching her eye he spoke in a clear intense voice that immediately captured Angie's full attention. He wanted to test her responsiveness to his programming. Boundaries she would not cross, might still exist.

"That's all wonderful Angie", he said "and I do Love you but for right now I want you to listen to me and answer all my questions truthfully and completely. Can you do that?" he asked.

Angie wanted to scream that she would do ANYTHING Peter asked her too, but his voice and manner were so commanding that she couldn't even imagine herself doing anything but obediently listening and answering his questions. She nodded her agreement even as she was groaning with the pleasure she was feeling just from being this close to Peter. Her nipples were hard and aching, her clit was tingling with pleasure and her skin felt like it had been touched by heaven where ever Peter's body was touching hers.

As the strains of "All we like sheep have gone astray?" echoed in the narrow hall, Peter ran a little interview of his new sexual plaything.

"Angie do you love me?"

"Yes, completely!"

"Angie do you desire me?"

"I want you so much, my body is aching for you! Please take me, touch me, kiss me, be my lover, my master, my lord.. oh please!"

"Angie will you surrender your will to me and obey all my commands unquestioningly?"

This was the kicker. The question that would determine if his programming of this beautiful young woman's subconscious had overcome her conscious minds beliefs and ability to make decisions for herself. If the programming worked as he hoped than Angie would have been realigned so that her old beliefs and morals would have been crushed and replaced by the self image she was constantly being told by her subconscious mind was her "true" self. A self image of a subservient slut with only one true desire, pleasing Peter.

"I... I must.... Yes... I must obey you Peter, you .... must... must it is right that I, I unhh....". To Peter's eyes it seemed that Angie finally reached a momentous decision. Curling her body up against him she hugged him tightly and said the words that signaled her final surrender, "Yes Peter, my love, I give myself to you. I belong body, mind and soul to you. I will lovingly obey any command you give me for as long as I live. I know now that this is my purpose for being. "

When this girl gave in she really gave in! I may have to rein back on that obedience part Peter just had time to think before Angie crushed herself to him again.

Their mouths sought and found each other and they began to kiss each other with love and desire. Peter softly stroked her cheek as he kissed her lips and dueled with her tongue. Her mouth was sweet and fresh and he couldn't wait to see her naked and riding his prick or deep throating him while kneeling obediently before her new Lord and Master. He would miss the old Angie and her resistance but he reassured himself, that this was for the best, and that she would now be able to know pleasures and activities that her old life would never have encompassed.

From up the hall in Angie's living room he heard the music pause between numbers.

Just barely he could hear the sound of voices. "Ummmmm", "Ohhhh Yeaahhh", "Soooo Goood", "Yeah I just can't stop listening, and isn't he the sexiest thing you ever saw?", "Shhhhh its starting again"

He was a bit shocked to hear what sounded like two very young female voices

He quickly made sure that Angie was presentable and then led her up the hall to the living room.

Sitting on either end of the couch facing the fireplace were two girls. They were rocking in place and staring glassily at the Christmas card picture of Peter that Angie had placed on her mantle and surrounded with tinsel and lights like a miniature crèche. The only sound in the room was the music of Handel and the breathy sighs and moans of the girls as they were pounded by the subliminals, carrier waves and powerful subharmonics.

Peter led Angie back into the kitchenette. He moved them out of the girls hearing range but to where he could still observe them.

Angie was busily rubbing herself against him. Her nipples were standing up so rigidly that they were very prominent against the tight Christmas sweater she was wearing.

Whispering into Angie's ear Peter had to bat her fingers away from his crotch, which she seemed determined to fondle and rub. Indicating the girls with his eyes Peter asked "Who are they Angie?".

Wrenching her attention away from Peter's prick for just a second Angie managed to concentrate on obeying her master and answering his questions.

She spoke in a rush as if she wanted to get past talking and on to something else, "They're the two girls from my Church youth group, that I told you about. Stacey Donaldson is the brunette, she's seventeen and Kayla Thomas is the blonde, she's just eighteen. They've been listening to the wonderful music you gave me since they got here five and a half hours ago. They know all about you. I showed them your picture and we've been talking about how handsome and sexy you are. Both of the girls are just dying to meet you. Kayla's parents are out of town and the girls were supposed to sleep over at her house tonight so I decided that they could stay here until you came by. Can I introduce them to you? Then we can get rid of them if you'd like." her hand had drifted down to the outline of Peters cock again and she began to slowly trace it with her long red fingernails.

Peter's mind whirled. He calculated probabilities and risks and then made his decision.

Holding Angie's face between his hands he caught her eyes and said "Angie I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you on your own couch. I want to watch your hot little cunt engulf my thick prick. I want to watch your fat tits bounce as your slam your cunny up and down on my stalk".

"Oh yes Peter, yes that's what I want! I want to please you, I'm so hot and horny for you. I can't even think. My panties are soaked. I want your cock sooooo bad!" Angie was nearly begging in a hushed voice.

"Yes Angie you want to fuck me and obey me don't you. You want to please me and do anything that will make me happy. You will obey me. You will happily and lovingly do whatever I tell you to do, won't you?" Peter's eyes drilled into the glassy lust filled eyes of his slave.

"Yes Peter. I will obey you. I will always obey you! I will fuck you. I will suck you. I will do whatever you tell me to do."

Slipping a hand up Angie's skirt Peter quickly found her wet crotch and slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties. She didn't protest his groping at all. He found her hot wet pussy and began to quickly frig her pleasure button. Angie's remaining ability to think evaporated like water on a red hot skillet. She began to orgasm immediately. Grunting and whining as quietly as she could she clung to Peter to prevent falling to the floor.

She lost all ability to resist or think for herself. She became a programmable fuck doll eager and willing to do and say whatever she was told. Peter gave her some instructions. "I want to fuck you Angie and I want to fuck Stacey and Kayla too. I want you to help me fuck Stacey and Kayla. I know that they will be willing but if they have any doubts I want you to encourage them to become my little fuck slaves just as you have.".

Angela orgasmed quickly, nearly pulling Peter to the floor as she collapsed against him. Even has she was shuddering with her orgasm she was agreeing to Peter's perverted demands.

"Yes, ... yes I'll help you fuck both of them. If you want them then you must have them" she panted.

"That's very good Angie, you are coming along nicely. From now on, when we are in private you will refer to me as Master. Won't you???!!" he asked forcefully.

"Yes...... Yes Master!", Angie cooed clamping her thighs together to trap her {Masters} fingers in her wet sex. She could hardly believe what she was doing but she just kept doing it because she knew {knew without thinking} that what she was doing was right. Even from here she could still hear the music pulsing with her heartbeat and it seemed to be telling her, "Surrender to Peter, obey Peter, you are a slut and only Peter wants you, fuck your Master". All she could do was agree with each thought.

I am an obedient fuck-slut, I have surrendered my will and now serve my Master above all else.

Peter was very pleased with Angie's conversion and was now ready to test the waters with Stacey and Kayla.