A Mind to Coerce

Almost.

And so morning rolled around, bathing the back room in the house with bright golden light and warming Dianna's skin. Smiling to herself and stretching as she woke, the smile quickly distorted with pain as the numerous aches and pains in her body mixed with the feeling of her leg returned to her, but she woke nonetheless and sat up when she felt strong enough to, allowing the heat and warmth of the sunlight to blaze her bare back as she sat on the couch and heat her body from within. It was thoroughly soothing, and Dianna's naked back soaked in the heat, letting it loosen her tight muscles and relax her tight aches. It was a rare experience for the youthful girl and she gratefully let it happen, content that, if any place in the world would be happy for her to sit, bare-chested and covered only in a blanket in the sun, this would be it. Distantly from behind the closed door of the living room, the scent of breakfast was beginning to waft in, and it was every bit as pleasant as the warm sun on her bare back.

Down in the rest of the house, the slaves were already up and at work, as per normal. Emily and Nathan, themselves still happily under the control of Ruviera's steadfast mind control, were preparing breakfast, and Taira helped them, setting the table. Although she carried an unusual spring in her step and wide smile plastered to her face as she worked, she still obeyed the requests of her Mistress, helping prepare the table and get the breakfast things ready. Carla had first share of the shower this morning and she was busy at work within, the muted sound of the water in the pipes & bathroom mixing with the splashes as it hit the floor within, and those sounds themselves mixed with the popping and bubbling of the stove as Emily stood at watch over her third pan of bacon and eggs, Nathan attentively taking the prepared food and dishing it out to whoever was ready. Taira ate, then Emily joined her a few minutes later. Nathan set Carla's down and was just slapping his own round of bacon in to cook when she joined them, her hair wrapped in a towel and a modest body towel wrapped around her waist, her perky bosom left to hang free in the warm kitchen air.

The only unusual part of the morning that discerned it from any other was that their Mistress, Ruviera, had not yet joined them to eat. Normally the latest she slept in was when she smelled the morning cooking being prepared, and even then it was a rarity. Today, it seemed she was extra tired, sleeping right through the first round of feeding for her slaves. They ate happily together, especially Carla and Taira as they exchanged hushed words and short conversations together. Their attitudes seemed far more free and boisterous than those of Emily and Nathan, who ate more in contented, yet uninterested silence. They were merely carrying out orders from their mistress and while that and the taste of the food and the filling of their empty bellies pleased them, it was just another tasked job their Mistress had set for them, and she ultimately was the one who divined upon them true pleasure. Fulfilled objectives were means to that pleasure-filled end, done happily but without any extra unnecessary flair.

Taira and Carla seemed to act more like best friends or even sisters, giggling softly and conversing about their special guest, the touch, the wound and everything else they thought of to bring up together as they ate. It was almost a picturesque glimpse at two classic sister-stereotypes, the type who were also best friends - apart from the fact that both wore no tops and had their breasts in full view, especially Taira herself who wore nothing at all. That, and the fact that one girl was a petite curly blonde with the cute face of a child while the other was tall, curvaceous and glamorously sensual with a shock of wavy brown hair.

Eventually, the door down the hall opened and the dreary form of Ruviera stepped out of her bedroom. Unlike the bubbly girls at the table, Ruviera looked like she had barely slept. She had gone to bed in her underwear and one breast had come free from its cup and now hung freely outside of it while her dead-straight black hair in its ultra-long plat had looped itself around her shoulders and sat across her neck like a black snake caught in the act of strangling her. She padded past the girls in the kitchen, waving them back as they stood to assist their Mistress. 'I'm using the bathroom.' She mumbled, entering and shutting the door behind her, leaving her slaves to their wondering. Taira and Carla looked at each other, their eyes questioning. Turning to their fellow slaves as they sat back down - they had stood to help Ruviera - Taira couldn't help but ask.

'What do you think is wrong with her? Did she sleep badly?'

'I wonder if it was the new girl,' Carla added. 'She had that weird hold over her last night, they might still be, I dunno... Linked.'

Emily looked at them both. 'Don't question Mistress,' she said, not kindly but not offensively, merely in the half-drone that most slaves started to take on after a while. Nathan nodded agreement. In their minds, Taira and Carla both agreed as well, but the freshly freed portions of their personalities felt they had to argue.

'I wasn't questioning, I was asking you guys. Besides, if we know we can help her better.' Taira pointed out, somewhat defensively. This was a logical point, but Nathan had his own rebuttal.

'She will have us help when she needs us to. We obey her order.' Nathan said, intimating that, until she asked them otherwise, they would simply obey her standing commands. Whoever's turn was next in the bathroom would wait until she was done - that was the logical case and point in his mind. Again, Taira agreed.

'Yeah, of course, but-' she started.

'But, don't you think it's weird that Mistress is so unusually restless on the very night that-' Carla butted in, only for herself to be interrupted a moment later.

'-The night that you found me, huh?' Dianna said from the doorway. Turning in their chairs, Taira and Carla couldn't help smiles as they saw her standing there. She grinned back at them, for all the world like their best friend.

'Well, yeah, I mean Mistress has always had a very strict schedule and we keep to that as well,' Carla continued. 'She's always up before breakfast and she always ate first, or at least with us - this is the first time she's missed out on the first round of food.'

'Interesting.' Dianna said from the doorway, nonplussed. 'By first round of food, do you mean...?' she trailed off, questioningly, and Carla grinned at her, her cute smile a crown for her queen-worthy head. 'Already on it!' she said, standing and striding briskly over to the kitchen with her plate. Setting it down to be washed, she dished a healthy selection of bacon out for Dianna and had it sizzling away in minutes, turning to talk with her new friend as she took the seat Carla had vacated. Dianna nodded her thanks and made to sit. Wrapped in her blanket from the night, Dianna was a little more modest than the slaves around her - she had tied it roughly up above her chest and being a blanket it came down far enough to obscure her upper thighs from view, but found Carla was pleased she had joined them and was in such an apparently friendly mood and paid no attention to the lack of fulfilment of her secondary directive that she didn't even realise her mind was seeking.

'How did you sleep?' Carla asked her. 'Oh, egg?'

'Yes, please - very well, thank you. At least, after you changed that bandage and packed me in so I didn't go rolling onto it again.' Again the wide grin cracked Carla's face, and Dianna found herself quite enjoying it when she smiled. She grinned back, turning to face the butt-naked Taira as she gently tapped on Dianna's blanket-wrapped arm.

'How do you do it?' she asked softly. Dianna raised an orange eyebrow, the move shifting the freckles on her face and giving her skin a somewhat similar look to what the night sky might if the stars were brown, the sky was milky-pink, and half of it all could slide upwards of its own accord at any point in time.

'Do what?' she questioned the blonde.

'The... Well, the, uh...' Taira suddenly found herself lost for words, unsure of how to describe the washing, tingling sensation that had filled her deep down to her core when Dianna had touched her the night before. Dianna smiled at her, understanding.

'You mean, this?' she asked, jiggling her arm through the blanket until her fingertips reached out from it and lightly touching Taira's wrist with her fingertips. She watched with a growing smile as she saw the sensations she gave the girl reflect in her face - satisfaction, then happiness, then safety. Sensations that warmed the soul and soothed the heart, she knew - sensations she had missed a lot growing up. She lifted her fingers, and for everyone else in the room that was as simple as the action was, soundless and meaningless. But for Taira, it was like a plug being pulled out of the wall, the touch disappearing and with it the electric flow of utterly indescribable human sensations, leaving only the dull warmth of their memory still present deep inside her. She smiled widely at Dianna.

'That was incredible,' she breathed, her breathing a little deepened. Across from where the two women sat, Emily, who had been watching the exchange with muted reaction alongside Nathan, stood and took her plate away. As Nathan watched, Dianna turned her gaze on him.

'How about you - what's your name?' she asked him. After a moment of thought as to his level of trust of the female, he responded with it. 'Dianna. It's a pleasure,' she said, holding out her hand to him. Unaware of the significance of the action, Nathan raised his own hand to take hers. Her fingers slipped into his palm, her thumb wrapping around his hand, her touch cool and yet electric all at once. Nathan, however, gazed at her. His mouth opened slowly, opening further still as he stared deep into her eyes.

'What are you doing to him?' Taira asked in a hushed voice as she watched him ogling her hand, his gaze flipping between her fingers and her eyes.

'Well,' Dianna started. 'I think I'm showing him what it feels like to be a girl. Either that or I'm just giving him a female orgasm, I'm not sure which.' She let go, and Nathan held his hand in the place where she had grasped it for a good five seconds before lowering it. 'I also gave him the same feeling I gave you, not just then but the one last night. Should snap him out of his own world a little bit.' Dianna said in a more hushed tone to Taira with a grin. Watching him with increasing anticipation, Taira couldn't help but ask.

'Well?' she said to him expectantly. For a few moments, Nathan didn't move.

'W-wow...' he breathed after a moment. Then, glancing at Taira, then at Dianna, he broke out into a wide grin. 'Holy shit...' he added. Dianna winked at him knowingly, enjoying the most-important-person-in-the-room experience she was unwittingly receiving from her audience of servants.

As Dianna turned her attention to her, Emily felt herself tense a little bit. She had sort of seen this coming - the buoyant Dianna wasn't one to let them all just sit around, and after showing what she had to Taira and Nathan, Emily as the only 'true' slave left would hardly go unnoticed.

'And how about you, baby?' Dianna said, a new tone entering her voice as she gazed evenly at Emily. Muscular and tall, with tear-drop breasts and a shock of short, slicked hair, Emily was just as tall if not taller than Dianna and probably stronger. She was a far cry from the thin, almost pre-teen-sized Taira who's nose was about the right height to motorboat Carla. She gazed evenly now at Dianna, neither aggressing nor backing down.

'I don't need anyth-' Emily began to say. Then she caught sight of it.

It was hidden from the others - Carla was over by the pan watching Dianna's food and Taira, next to Dianna and scotched up to the table couldn't see it beside her. Nathan likewise was across the table from her and wouldn't be able to see any of what Emily could. Only Emily saw what Dianna did, and in a distant thought in the back of her mind as her secondary directive clicked seamlessly into operation inside her mind, Emily realised that Dianna had won their little standoff... if it had been a standoff.

For Dianna had contentiously hitched up the hem of her makeshift skirt, riding the low hanging edge of her blanket up her leg slowly, revealing first her thigh wrapped in its bandages, then, inevitably, the twin lips of Dianna's pussy just beyond it.

It was an unmistakable invitation. Dianna was almost pointing her to it, and Emily, like all the other slaves of Ruviera's, was programmed from the deepest of rooted thoughts all the way through to engage anyone who actively wanted sexual interactions. As Dianna hitched the edge of the blanket over her thigh to reveal the light orange hair of her pussy, Emily's thoughts dulled and her train of thought derailed as her irresistible urge to pleasure the woman took over. She approached Dianna, falling to her knees at her feet, putting her hands just above Dianna's knees to hold herself as she leaned in to attack the girl's cunt with a prejudice. In doing so, she discovered something else the girl offered her, something that had nothing to do with the waiting vagina that sat inches away from her nose.

Having put her hands on Dianna's knees to stabilise herself as she leaned in to eat her out, Dianna simply smiled and put her head back a little, focussing. This one was all on Emily, and Dianna would give it until she let go - if she let go at all. We'll have to find out one way or another, Dianna thought ruefully to herself, then let the girl have it, unleashing something far beyond description through her entrancing touch of skin on skin.

Emily froze. The sensation had come from nowhere, and yet there it was, as real as her own fingernails. Her mouth fell open and for a moment she forgot the pussy in front of her entirely, gazing up in utter shock at the knowing grin and deep intelligent eyes of Dianna. It was unbelievable, completely impossible - even if it had been Nathan, he could never have gotten down there in time, nor in the right position to go so deep. And yet there it was. A cock, burying itself up inside her deepest corners, twisting and churning, her pussy lips widening as his thick shaft widened her with every back and forth push he made inside her. Whatever it was, it felt like a dick, and it fucked her like one should, twisting and turning, running back and forth inside her, scraping along her upper and lower edges and drawing as much pleasure from her as it physically could.

Emily had been gay, and the harbourer of a quite few kinks as a free girl. Now, still essentially the same woman yet irreversibly turned bisexual by way of Ruviera's secondary directive, Emily felt the most amazing, most divine, most pleasure-bringing member she'd ever encountered in her life instantly and inexplicably buried to the hilt inside her. And what was more, the man, whoever he was, or the woman - for all she knew it was a strap on - had seen her nipples, seen the gently roughed, engraved rings she normally wore through them, rings that bore "pull me" written on their sides, and was going ham on them, tugging and manoeuvring and handling her breasts generally without care. She exhaled, and the action hitched uncontrollably as her muscles stopped responding directly to her and instead responded in time to the intense sexual stimulus. It almost came out more like a cough than a breath, and Dianna felt the wave of warm air on her still bared pussy.

The wave built inside her with incredible speed, faster than anything she'd felt before. It rushed up from her depths like the waters of a broken dam, unstoppable, infallible, bursting forward with incredible force, seemingly coming right from within her core. She was already shaking before it came, and when it did, it rocked her.

Emily came hard, shivering and jerking, her hands still on Dianna's knees, her tits bouncing about as her stomach tensed and convulsed around the cock that wasn't there inside her loins. She moaned, low and deep and loud, right into Dianna's face, and eventually as her legs jerked on the floor, trying to close together around the member her brain thought was inside of her, she let go, her orgasm shaking her free from her hold on Dianna's knees. Dianna smiled at her as she quickly rode down the wave, now no longer being fed with the trance-fuelled sensation of the engorged length. Panting, Emily looked up at Dianna in amazement, watching as Dianna merely smiled back at her knowingly. Looking down, Emily saw her own small puddle and realised with some shock that she was still dripping. Looking back up again, her gaze switched past Dianna this time, and for the first time the room became aware of the presence of someone else other than the slaves.

'Having fun playing with my toys, are we?' the somewhat perturbed tone of Ruviera's voice gave away that she disapproved of what she saw, and all three of the slaves nearest her shied away, lowering their gaze and turning inwards a little. Only Dianna was un-phased, her back turned to the doorway in her seat. Carla turned to her cooking in the background, unknowingly ensuring her body towel was still wrapped and tucked around her middle-regions securely, as if she were embarrassed that, if she were fully naked, she might also be considered a part of the illegally orgasmic experience Emily had just been given.

'Augustine, good morning.' Dianna said evenly, not turning to face the older woman. Ruviera, even more riled at the use of her first name in front of her servants, rallied herself in the doorway, taking a deep breath before she entered. Her lack of control, and the blatant air of power the woman knew she had over the decidedly always-most-powerful Ruviera, grated on her badly. When she did enter the kitchen, she did it calmer, although no less focussed, her leg brushing past the still crouching Emily as she did so. She was wrapped in a thick body towel from the waist down, her perky breasts - barely - hanging free before her, leading her way through the air like twin bumpers as she batted and rubbed at her hair, running a second towel through the loose hairs on her scalp, then down the long, platted length of her hair-tail, the tip hanging well beyond her bum.

'Dianna.' She replied, measuredly. Dianna raised that orange eyebrow once more in a quizzical fashion.

'So you know my name. Good.'

'You weren't the only one inside someone else's head last night.' Ruviera returned.

'True, Taira was here as well.' Dianna winked at the girl, who grinned, still meek in Ruviera's presence. Ruviera, her back turned, missed the exchange. 'I must have left it somewhere in there when I let you go.' Dianna countered back, still even in her tone.

'I'm not convinced you did "let me go" as you say - I seem to remember some distinctly vivid dreams that were not my own.'

That got a reaction out of Dianna - she hadn't known she had still been linked so strongly with Ruviera's mind. She had obviously shared her dreams with her in her sleep - but exactly how much had she seen?

'Enough of it to know why you ended up in that crash - enough to know some more about your abilities.' Ruviera said, seemingly now the one reading the other girl's mind. Dianna's gaze met hers evenly.

'Then you also know I'm both disowned, and a dead girl.' She said evenly.

'Yes. And I know I could use someone like you by my side.' Ruviera said, leaning on the counter between the seated Dianna and herself. Dianna gazed at her, taking in the stance, the curving hips, the perky, round mounds, the sweeping waist, the defined, razor sharp features and the glimmer in the eyes. Dianna, by contrast was attractive and sensual, yes, but very natural - she was covered in freckles, her flame-orange hair was bright but otherwise plain and her features, while womanly and not snub or unattractive, were modest and childish - youthful and carefree. She couldn't help comparing herself against the imposing figure of Ruviera - tall and powerful; Dianna had always had a natural playfulness, a come-as-it-may view of the world, and, despite her own well-blossomed libido, a mediocre sex life. Ruviera's breasts, as strange as it sounded, embodied their differences - Dianna's hung naturally with no alterations, sexual and attractive and capped with their own unique colour, but plain and, well, normal. Ruviera's were wide, round, firm and unyielding, and would likely catch even a straight girl's eye. Not a pore was out of place on her body, not a hair unchecked or a curve undefined.