TITLE:: All we like Sheep

At 3:00 AM the next morning Peter was wishing that Angela had a bigger bed.

With a girl on each hip and another lovingly sucking at his softened dick; there was barely room for the four of them.

He yawned and picked up Angela's cell phone from her bedside table and idly examined it.

What a great fucking Christmas present, Angela had given him. Not only her own beautiful body and services but also those of her two young friends. Peter could not believe his luck. He would be hard pressed to give these three women up. With their current programming he could keep them as his sex slaves for life with only a small amount of fine tuning.

Unfortunately..... he grimaced with regret; that would lead to about 10 million complications. Parents, coworkers, friends, family, police.... lots of police. An near infinite amount of problems, just waiting to happen.

Which was really a shame because Angie, Stacey and Kayla had such great potential as sexual playthings. He knew this because he had gone to the trouble of trying each of the girls out for the role.

Their bedroom session had turned into a examination of the worthiness of each of the young women for the job of Peter's permanent sex slave.

He had the girls compete to see who could masturbate the most erotically. Kayla won.

They competed in oral sex. Technique, depth, tricks and eroticism. Stacey and Angie both showed great promise.

They danced and stripped for him, pretending to be horny sluts in a cheap stripper bar. Kayla was a great dancer but Angie was the best at mentally letting go and giving every one an erotic shiver as she strutted and sinuously glided around the room. Peter had been so turned on her had taken Angie against the bedroom wall with Kayla licking his ass and Stacey licking Angie's clit.

He questioned them about their prior sexual experiences. None of them had any glowing recommendations for their former lovers now that they were dedicated and obsessed with Peter.

He questioned them about their fantasies and found that Kayla could create incredibly perverted tales of sex and sin as fast as he could mention subjects or situations.

He blurred again. So damn tired. He patted the sleeping Kayla and Angie on the heads and looked fondly down at the gently licking mouth of the still sleeping Stacey. He had been fucking and sucking for almost five hours and felt he knew about as much as he could about his three programmed sluts.

He didn't even react as his fingers began to dial the cell phone.

He held it to his ear.

It rang twice and then he heard a nondescript woman's voice say:

"Hi, I'm not home right now, listen to the music and hit # (pound) when you're ready to leave a message and I'll get back to you very soon. Merry Christmas"

Peter listened with a confused sort of grin not even sure why he had dialed this number.

The sounds of the Little Drummer Boy as performed by the Harry Simone choir, an old favorite of Peter's, began to lilt softly from the phone.

Peter laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes, relaxing and nodding in time to the song.

He listened to the song all the way through before opening his eyes and pressing the "#" key.

"This is Peter, I'm reporting in with news of a new recruitment."

With a click the line was picked up at the other end.

A soft female voice said "Report".

The simple word caused two reactions in Peter. One: he became an emotionless robot reporting any detail that might add value to his report. Two: He was in incredible sexual distress. His prick inflated to full erection, shocking but pleasing Stacey. His entire body seemed to hum with desire to serve and please his mistress. He ached with his need to please and serve her.

For nearly twenty minutes Peter spoke in a quite monotone into the phone. He described his successful attempt to program Angela Star to be a willing sexual slave to him. His description detailed the discovery of Kayla and Stacey as unexpected collateral slaves who had also been programmed and brought into the fold.

He continued with detailed physical descriptions. He followed this with his analysis of each of the young women's, sensitivity to programming, depth of current programming, overall sexiness, oral and vaginal sexual skills, sexual history, dancing ability, stripping ability and sexual imaginations.

"Very good Peter" the voice said.

Peter nearly came in response to these kind words, but he could not let himself be distracted from the vital words of his Mistress.

"I think I have a young Saudi Prince that will take all three off our hands. That was good of you to get a blonde, a red head and a brunette in one cast.".

"I will give you full instructions to make sure that when the young girls "Run away" and Angela eventually leaves her job and is never heard from again that no questions your involvement. The girls will help us there. They will make sure that their beloved Peter isn't hurt. I wouldn't want to lose one of my best talent scouts either."

"It's a good thing I do the thinking around here. It's a bitch being tone deaf but it sure paid off that night at the company picnic. All I had to do was pretend to be a fuck bunny like the rest of the girls and you never suspected a thing. You were such an idiot Peter, leaving all your notes, right where I could find them and put them to use."

"The voice spoke for another 20 minutes and Peter heard and memorized each word. When the time came he would deliver Angela, Stacey and Kayla into the hands of one of his Mistress's advanced trainers. From there they would join other girls that had been sold into sexual slavery to be used as their new owners saw fit after additional CD programming. Many become expensive hookers. Others joined harems. Two were now headliners in a very exclusive sex club, performing perversions daily for their new Master's amusement, his customers pleasure, and no pay. All the money funneled back to his Mistress and from there into secret bank accounts.

"You will remember my instructions but forget my existence as usual Peter. You will continue to call for instructions at your scheduled time. I have a new girl identified at a local health club. She's a beautiful busty young Asian thing. You'll begin courting her next week. Until then continue to train Angela, Stacey and Kayla in their new lifestyles, as slut whores, as I have instructed you. I may just have you over for a personnel session soon. You have done very well recently."

"Thank you Mistress Mabel.........ohhh thank you yyyesssssss!!!!!!" he groaned with pleasure at satisfying his Mistress. His sperm shot into the sleeping Stacey's mouth in burning torrents. She sleepily caught his spend with her tongue and slurped it down.

"Goodnight Peter and Merry Christmas" the voice said. Before Peter had even laid the phone down he had forgotten his conversation with his Mistress. He would walk by Mabel's desk Monday at work and never give her a second glance, never suspecting the atrocities he committed in her name. Unable to conceive that his repeated use of his special CD's was instigated by anything other than his own lusts and desires.

Which was just as Mabel liked it.

Laying back in the bed of her own specially constructed playroom across town; Mabel set her phone down into its cradle.

Her tastes ran to the perverse and bizarre and her current influx of white slaver money let her explore and develop those tastes to an umpteenth degree.

Oscar her six foot eight black stud and Kami her Malaysian female body slave were chained naked by the neck to the separates sides of her round king size bed. As soon as the phone had rung awaking her they had come to attention and crawled onto the bed to pleasure her as was there only programmed desire. Oscar was massaging her feet and alternating using his hands and slapping the soles of her feet with his salami of a dick. Kami was alternating between rimming her asshole and sucking her clit.

As she fell back to sleep, content with her world she blew a kiss of goodnight to the two punishment slaves she was currently breaking in. They hung from the wall staring hungrily at her. There bodies showed all the bruises, cuts and other signs of her attentions. She smiled and had a small orgasm as she imagined whipping them both to orgasm again and again as she had the night before.

Peter.

Jarad.

Anthony.

All her little programmed male recruiters took all the nasty risks and she got to play with the results of their hard work. Every day her wealth and power grew. She was thinking of buying an estate on an island in the Caribbean soon.

She wondered who would get her next present of Christmas music. For Mabel, Christmas was every day.