Pyramid Harem
Chapter One
Have you ever been yacht racing? It’s a lot of fun if you can afford it. It’s exhilarating what with the wind in your hair, getting pounded by the waves, and the satisfaction of seeing the full power of a vehicle worth about five years of my life. Speaking of which, that island has some nasty looking rocks around it. Better not trash my pride and joy, the Serenity.
“Come on, Eric, stop being a pussy!” Jamie yelled, from his own yacht.
Jamie Fontaine was kicking my ass as usual. He’s been yacht racing a lot longer than I have and I’m pretty sure the cost of his vessel was insignificant compared to the net worth of the Fontaine dynasty. He took a sharp turn around the island’s rocks, and the Tail Chaser pulled even further into the lead than it already was.
45 minutes later, I gracefully accepted my defeat and bought my buddy a beer back at the yacht club. We clinked our bottles and agreed to do it all over again in two weeks. We hung out and enjoyed the atmosphere before heading home. Neither of us had any idea our lives were about to change forever.
There was a cute Asian girl sitting on the hood of his red Lamborghini. A younger man might have found that appealing. I mostly found it desperate, and I knew Jamie well enough to know he was going to be furious.
“Hey toots, move your tush before you damage the car!” Jamie said, loudly.
The gorgeous hottie turned and looked at him speculatively. I want to say she was Chinese, but she was paler and taller than most, so maybe only half. Her breasts were big and firm enough to make me wonder if she had implants. She was wearing a pink tube top with a white skirt. She smiled at him like she liked what she saw. I noticed she had strange purple eyes. Huh, weird.
My first thought was that she was an obvious gold digger thirst trap, but there was an intellect in her purple eyes that made me doubt that. Call me paranoid but given the kind of people Jamie rubs shoulders with, a literal spy wasn’t out of the question. I wondered if this happens to him a lot.
“Hey, boys, was that you racing out in the bay? You looked SO cool!” The Asian babe said in a seductive purr.
Hmm, that was odd. I looked over my shoulder at our two yachts tied side by side in the docks of the Diamond City yacht club. The Monroe park has coin operated binoculars along the beach. She could have easily spotted us there and made her way over here, but how did she know exactly which car to sit on? My lawyer instincts started to switch on as the situation got increasingly sus. I just hope my trust-fund baby friend is smart enough to see through this performance.
“Do you need a geisha notch on your belt, Eric? I already got five,” Jamie said, just barely loud enough so that she probably heard it.
I blinked. She didn’t. If anything, her smile got wider and more predatory. She bit her lower lip while looking at me speculatively.
“I married… You were at the wedding,” I said, blinking a second and third time.
“Hi, Eric, I’m Olivia. Pleasure to meet you!” she said, standing up from the Lamborghini.
“About damn time. Come on, let’s go,” Jamie said, pulling the car keys out of his pocket.
Jamie took two steps toward the driver side of the vehicle when Olivia stepped in front of him. They looked each other for a long moment. The angrier he got the more amused she looked. Her purple eyes sparkled with mischievous glee. Were those lenses?
“Come on baby, give me a chance. I can be so good to you. What’s your name, handsome?” Olivia said.
“Jamie Presley Fontaine. Look me up on Instagram like everyone else,” He said, glancing casually at her tits.
I snorted a laugh and made my way to the enger side of the vehicle. Must be nice to have that kind of confidence with women. Lucky jerk. Olivia giggled like something was really funny to her.
“Jamie Presley Fontaine. You are my slave,” Olivia said, carefully enunciating his name.
I tilted my head like a dog that heard a strange sound. I looked back at the pair. Jamie looked caught off guard and at a loss for words. I knew him well enough to know that just doesn’t happen to him like ever.
“Yesssss…I am your slave,” Jamie said, looking into her eyes.
“Jamie?” I said, feeling uneasy.
“Give me your keys, slave,” Olivia said.
“Yes, Mistress. Your wish is my command,” Jamie said, handing over the keys to his beloved car with a smile.
“Jamie!” I said loudly, trying to get his attention.
“Restrain him,” Olivia said.
“I must obey my Mistress,” Jamie said, looking at me guiltily.
Jamie was a trust fund baby, but he was more than that too. He was a slick salesman, a black belt in Jiu Jitsu, and an athlete of impressive size. He was born with a head start and put the work in to keep it.
Once he grabbed my wrist, he pulled me off balance and slid a foot between my feet to make me fall forward. My face hit the hood of the Lambourghini hard, and I found myself pinned there. Unable to move, I was sitting there bent over at the waist with my very taller and stronger friend towering over me from behind. I didn’t like where this was going.
“Hey! Let me go!” I said.
“Eric, look into my eyes. Come on, just let it happen, Eric,” Olivia cooed playfully.
The sound of her giggles was creepy before. Now they were truly ominous. She was bent over at the waist mirroring my position on the opposite side of the hood. Her finger was in the ring of the car keys, and she spun them around playfully. Our faces were close enough to each other that I could see her pretty face up close. She had one brown eye and one purple eye now. Did one of her lenses fall out?
“What is the meaning of this?” I said, struggling against Jamie’s strong grip.
“Eric, you are my slave,” Olivia said.
I struggled against Jamie’s hold on me, but it was no use. What the hell had gotten into him? I looked deeper into her eyes and saw something that spooked me. Power. Influence. Control. Those were the eyes of someone who expected things to go her way. I felt this strange pull. I was sinking into her gaze like it was a deep Ocean where the only light down in the abyss was her purple eye.
“I already told you I’m married, lady,” I said.
“Eric, you are my slave,” Olivia said, grinning sadistically.
Suddenly I felt a profound shift inside me. Olivia was a very dangerous person. I just somehow knew that a word from her could make my life miserable. A cowardly inner voice told me to do whatever it takes to avoid her wrath. Jamie was apparently willing to kidnap me on her orders.
“I’m a lawyer. You’re making a big mistake,” I said.
“Eric, you are my slave,” Olivia said.
Then a second even more profound shift occurred inside. Love, Loyalty. Lust. I felt my cock hardening and rubbing against the surface of the car I was being held against. Olivia was everything I ever wanted in a woman. Orders of magnitude more beautiful than my wife could ever hope to be. The only way to show my appreciation for such a goddess was to submit to her completely. Olivia was my Mistress!
“I am your slave,” I said, moaning in desire.
“Good boys, lets got to the bank and you can start paying tribute to your Mistress,” Olivia said, standing up.
“Yes, Mistress. We obey,” Jamie and I said, in unison.
Olivia laughed she threw the keys at Jamie who caught them. He got in the driver seat. I got in the enger seat and Mistress Olivia sat in my lap. I moaned as her but rubbed against my achingly hard dick. I was her slave. If someone asked me to describe myself, those four words was all that was necessary. I wanted to please her so bad. It was both my desire and my compulsion to serve her. I tried to imagine something I wouldn’t do for her and I drew a giant blank.
When Jamie stopped at the bank, we both took out the maximum amount of physical cash we were allowed and gave it to her. The bankers didn’t seem too happy about that, but we didn’t care. All I could think about was how hard my cock was for Mistress as she put the money in her purse. Then she looked at both of us with her beautiful brown eyes.
“Now let’s go back to my place and have some fun!” Olivia said.
“Yes, Mistress!” We said.
Jamie gave me the keys and I drove. He sat in the enger seat with our Mistress on his lap. I could tell by his moaning that he enjoyed it just as much as I did. I followed Olivia’s directions until we were parking at a hotel that was suspiciously close to the yacht club we just came from.
Once in her room, we all got naked on her orders. Jamie and I stood side by side with our erect cocks swinging in the wind. Olivia looked at our two rods and smiled. I took in the sight of my owner’s perfect tits. Every fibre of my being wanted to touch her, serve her, and obey her.
“Now, my obedient love slaves, pick a hole and start licking!” Olivia said.
She fell backwards onto the King-sized bed and I saw her ass and pussy as she spread her legs wide open. Jamie and I looked at each other and got on our knees. He squatted low and began licking her butthole. I got a bit higher and made love to her pussy. Olivia moaned and told us we were very good boys. My cock was twitching with need almost constantly.
“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!” Olivia said, shaking in purest pleasure.
Her pussy erupted like a geyser and squirted in my face. I felt waves of bliss and the satisfaction of a job well done. I slide two fingers into my owner’s box in an effort to make her orgasm last as long as possible. Jame did the same to her asshole. Giving Mistress Olivia pleasure felt like the best job on Earth. Something I both must and love to do.
“Shove your cocks inside me!” Olivia said, adjusting to lay on her side.
“Yes, Mistress. As you command!” I said, standing up.
“Thank you, Mistress!” Jamie said stroking his cock.
I went first pushing my penis into the folds of her pussy. Her love tunnel fit like a glove and it felt so good it was almost like losing my virginity all over again. Sure, I’ve fucked women, but I’ve never fucked a GODDESS before.
Jamie went next, slowly pushing his dick into her ass. It was stunning watching her anus spread slowly but surely to accept his manhood. Then we both started thrusting hard as we picked up the pace. Olivia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned in approval with double penetration.
“God, yes. Oh fuck, cum for me! Cum for your Mistress!” Olivia said.
“Ohhhhh must obey!” I said, going faster.
“I can’t hold it!” Jamie said, pounding her butt harder and harder.
Now it was our turn to experience eye rolling pleasure. I just kept pumping as fast as I could as I ejaculated inside her womb. Jamie gave one final thrust balls deep into her rectum where he deposited his seed. Then we pulled out and ired the sight of our work. Olivia had white goo dripping from both holes. Our Asian Goddess looked pleased. All was right in the world.
“Oh…oh yeah, that’s good. Go back to licking me,” Olivia said.
“Of course, Mistress!” Jamie said, promptly shoving his tongue up her fartbox once more.
I was pretty sure I wouldn’t do this for anyone except my wonderful Mistress, but I was more than happy to do it for her. Jamie and I were back on our knees licking her two freshly fucked holes. I knew it was nasty, but I yearned to please her so bad. I flicked my tongue against her clit, tasting my own juices. Olivia giggled as we degraded ourselves for her amusement. It was music to my ears.
“We need to talk. Get on your knees and pay close attention. You need to memorize what I’m about to say,” Olivia said.
“Command us Mistress,” I said, focusing only on her voice.
“You both need to pick two people to be your own slaves,” Olivia said.
Again, I felt like a dog that heard a new sound. How could a slave own another slave? Even the thought of owning a house, a car, or a yacht seemed silly. I didn’t possess property. I WAS the property. Yet my wise and beautiful Mistress had spoken and could not possibly be wrong. I couldn’t really see her face from the foot of the bed. Just the cum leaking out of her two holes.
“Yes, the power that I used to take you is yours now. You can each pick two people to enthrall and make your obedient servants. I won’t interfere with your choice but do it discreetly without getting caught. Then you will repeat this message verbatim when the power es to them,” Olivia said.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, trying to memorize every word.
Olivia kept speaking for a while describing the spell she used and how we could emulate her magic. Then she sent us out into the work like a magical double-barrelled shotgun. Supposedly, we both had a doozy of a magic power we could use exactly twice before we went back to being muggles.
I took 5 minutes to clean myself and get dressed before leaving. In the bathroom mirror, I saw two purple eyes staring back at me. Even then I still don’t think I really believed it was really happening. Under the circumstances, there was only one person in the world I could think to give this power a test run.