.." Richie cried in anguish. His and the others' protests died as their mind were again plunged back into the darkness, swallowing up their will once ...ore.Now let's go again, my little slaves.The lustful noises they made became strained and tinged with desperation and torment, as if even while their wills were completely enslaved, some part of their true mind state was managing to break through. Or it could simply be the house playing a cruel game with their minds. It was impossible for them to. After masturbating, he went back to his computer and ordered a doll. It was going to cost quite a bit of money. But, he had the money in his bank. He charged the whole thing.He ordered the Holly doll. Her specifications were as follows. Blonde hair, blue eyes, bust size 40 DD, shaved pussy. He was so excited and couldn’t wait for her arrival. It would take a few weeks for her to come. She also could be programmed to blink, move her eyes, moan, breath and talk.She could be programmed to say. “Whore, go suck your Master's cock clean of your filthy ass!”“Yes, Aurora,” Petra groaned. The Hispanic girl raced forward, now completely under my mind-control power. The command I had given her, to be sexually frustrated until she surrendered and became my willing sex slave, had transformed her. No longer was she one of the three bitches who used to make my life miserable.Now only Paris was left. How long could she last?Petra's large, golden-brown tits heaved before her. They were such big,. A few hours later, I woke up and realized I had to throw up. I was still drunk and wasn't even sure if I was just dreaming it. I heard soft moans coming from the living room. I perked my ears up. It sounded like Becky. I quietly walked out of the bathroom and walked down the hallway to the living room. I was suddenly scared of what I would see. I wasn't stupid, and I knew that Becky had been impressed by Mark's huge cock, and that she had been showing off for him, not for me. What if she was.