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Fake Girlfriends (Bodman54xlilbreadstick16)

Christine and Karlie followed him onto the dance floor, the room spinning. They assumed it was the acid and the lights, but as time passed Christine grew worried, stumbling more than her usual. The lights somehow seemed brighter, the music louder. Everything was tenfold, until it became too much, quickly losing her awareness and blindly following the man.
 
He transported them somewhere dark and quiet. With a wave of his hand ropes appeared, stretching off deep into the darkness. They coiled around the girl's wrists and ankles, spreading them out wide as they lifted off the ground. They were still affected by the drugs so he wasn't too worried about them freaking out. Not like they could do much if they did.

"I've been watching you two and am not impressed with what I see. You go into a bar looking to decompress. You engage someone who it turns out you don't like. So then to get you out of this situation you've gotten yourself into, you lie and harrass someone just there to relax. You force him out of the bar to get away from you. I've decided to teach you a lesson."

He walked up to both of them, grabbing their clothes and ripping them off, leaving them hanging naked in the air. Two metal collars appear in his hands. "Any last words before you begin your new life?"
 
The girls groaned, their eyes rolling back as they tried to understand their new environment. Christine grumbled and blinked, looking at the man as she felt the ropes tugging her wrists up. She struggled against them slightly but her body was still weak. "W-what are you...?" As he ripped off their clothes she let out a whimper and flinched back. "No, n-no what are you doing? Who the fuck are you?" She muttered, her voice still garbled and confused.

Karlie whined and tugged against the ropes. Her eyes fluttered open, then closed again and she rolled her head to the side. She muttered incomprehensibly and when the man stripped her, she shivered, her body covered in goosebumps but showed no other reactions. She was still completely under with the drug. The collars registered ever so slightly and she shrunk back, shutting her eyes tight.
 
He chuckled. "People years ago called me God. But I'm just a man making his way in the universe." He walked up and placed the collars on the girls necks. They collars clicked closed and the seam vanished, making two smooth metal bands. He took this opportunity to feel up each of the girls, running his hands down their bodies.

"I think he's going to enjoy you two." These collars will prevent you from calling for help. But I want to give him the chance to break you himself.

Back in the real world, Alex was yawning widely. He shut off his TV and prepared himself for bed, rolling over and falling asleep.

The man grabbed two large balls gags out of thin air, shoving them into the girl's mouths and strapping them tight. He then shifts the ropes, tying their hands behind their backs, thrusting their tits out. Two thin lines drop down from the ceiling and wrap around each nipple, tugging them painfully upward. Once the girls were ready he shifts them into Alex's apartment. He leaves a letter on Christine's chest, explaining why the girls were there. And with that he leaves them, hanging up in the air, toes barely touching the floor.
 
Christine stretched her neck against the collar, shivering at the cool metal and her muscles tensing as she felt his touch. She tried to pull away as he shoved the gag into her mouth, knocking against her teeth. Christine whimpered and squirmed as the threads pulled at her nipples, trying to pull away from them but only causing herself more pain. As the world spun and she found herself in the man's apartment, Christine gave up. This was clearly entirely beyond her control. She glanced over at Karlie, who had fallen unconscious, then hung her head, waiting for Alex to wake up.
 
Alex slept fitfully through the night. He sensed something was off but never fully woke up to see it. As morning came, he rolled over, yawning as he grabbed his phone. As he rolled back he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up and saw the two girls, naked and suspended. "What the fuck," he shouted, staring in shock.

He remembered them from the bar the night before. How had they gotten in here and why were they like this? He noticed the paper on Christine and grabbed it, trying to solve the mystery.

Alex. You've always been a decent man and you didn't deserve to be harrassed by them. So I'm teaching them a lesson while also rewarding you. They are now your own personal sex slaves. Untrained of course. Training them is part of the fun. I know you'll want to free them but I urge you not to. They don't deserve freedom and I know you have a kinky side. Enjoy them to the fullest. And once they're ready, bring them to the bar and show them off.

He read the note a few times before pulling the gag out of Christine's mouth. "Are you ok," he asked.
 
As soon as Christine heard the shuffle of sheets she jerked her head up, her eyes going wide. She struggled against the restraints again, at the very least trying to get his attention. She mumbled through the gag, watching him read the note over and over. As soon as he pulled the gag out, she tried to scream but her voice wouldn't go over the average speaking volume. "No! No I'm not fucking okay, what does it look like?" She struggled against the restraints again, wincing as the threads pulled at her nipples again.
 
"Hey. Don't get mad at me. I'm not the one who did this. I have no idea why you're here." He left her to struggle, checking on her friend. She was alive, but unconscious.

"Do you know what this note says," he asked Christine. "Whoever brought you two here is saying that you're supposed to be my sex slaves." He would be lying if he said his cock didn't twitch at that idea. They were both very attractive and would look great with their mouths wrapped around his cock.
 
"Well we're in your fucking apartment," Christine said with a scoff. She pulled her wrists against the ropes again for emphasis and pushed up further on her toes to give herself more space to tug on the ropes. She looked over at Karlie again as he spoke, growing more and more worried. He didn't sound surprised at the situation. In fact, he sounded like he was enjoying it. "Let us go, you sick motherfucker," she mumbled, not quite brave enough to try to shout at him.

Karlie's head throbbed and her body ached. She didn't open her eyes just yet, instead listening and trying to take in what was being said. There was a voice that she recognized, but she couldn't figure out where from... then she heard Christine. And she sounded... scared. Karlie tried to hold still, her consciousness quickly coming back and pushing her into flight mode but she held back, keeping her body still and her breath steady until she could understand what was going on.
 
"The apartment that I specifically did not bring you too last night," he shot back. "I came home. Watched some movies and then went to bed. So don't take that tone with me. How did you even get in here? I locked my door and there is no other key that I'm aware of."

He was standing in front of her. He could have let her down, but she was starting to get on his nerves again. This wasn't his fault. There was no reason to lash out at him. The more and more he spent time with her, the more he was agreeing with the note. She would be better as nothing more than a slave to pleasure him any way he wanted.
 
"I- I don't know," Christine said. Tears started to well in her eyes, half in anger and half in fear. He acts like he had nothing to do with this, but he was the only person they talked to last night... As she focused more on the events of the night before, her memories flooded back to her. There was a man, at the club that they went to, and he gave them some drug that she thought was acid but... She shook her head, blinking at Alex. "I don't know how we got here. There was a guy, he gave us some drug, we were dancing and.. at some point we were somewhere dark, it almost looked like a fucking dungeon, and he tied us up, told us he was giving us to you... and a few seconds later we were here. Karlie passed out at some point but." She trailed off, looking over at Karlie.
 
That made even less sense. He didn't know anyone who did drugs. "I swear that I don't know who that guy was or how you got here. And you're friend is fine. All things considering." He reached up and wiped the tears out of her eyes.

"Whoever this guy was felt like you deserved this. Do you?"
 
Christine relaxed slightly, lowering herself and shaking her head. She sniffled and glanced over at Karlie again before locking eyes with Alex. "N-no, no I didn't do anything, I-" Then she stopped herself. She thought for a moment, about last night and the way she wouldn't let Alex go. She frowned, looked at the ground, and muttered. "I guess I haven't been very kind..."

Karlie stirred and looked up at Christine while the man's focus was on her. Seeing her, she finally understood why her body was so sore. They were strung up, straining to touch the floor. She shook her head slightly and wanted to catch Christine's attention but she knew she couldn't do that without getting the man's attention as well. He seemed to soften though, and she felt a bit less threatened. Maybe he would let them go... they could leave, act as if all this never happened.
 
"No I don't think you have. But I could let you go if you want. But if I do then you run the risk of the man finding you and doing the same thing. But what if he gave you to the guy you blew off last night? The drunk creep. Would that be better?" He held her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

She would be able to see the hunger, which contrasted with the kind tone of voice. He wanted to let them know that he was probably their best option for this situation. Things could be so much worse for them right now. Another guy might not have even questioned it. They could be bent over a bed, getting raped at this very moment. Instead he was wiping away tears and talking to them.
 
Christine whimpered and shook her head violently, the tears spilling again. She couldn't help but picture that, the man using both her and Karlie as much as he wanted, then just leaving them tied to the bed until he felt like coming back. Her lower lip shook with fear and she tried to steady her breath, wrapping her hands around the ropes bound to her wrists. She pulled herself up again to better face him, subconsciously not wanting to disappoint him already.

Karlie watched, her breathing growing heavy with fear. He was right, it could be much worse and they were lucky to have ended up with such a nice guy. Still, he hadn't untied them yet and that must mean he wanted something... She tried to settle her breathing, hoping the best for Christine but unwilling to try to distract him.
 
He nodded. "That's right. I'm not a monster. But you depend on keeping me happy." He reached up and untied her arms and nipples, allowing her to drop down to the floor. He looked over and saw Karlie awake. He smiled at her. "I'm assuming you heard most of that and will be a good girl too." He walked over to her and freed her as well, popping the gag out of her mouth.

"So. Do we have an understanding?"
 
Christine collapsed to the ground, landing on her knees and bending over. She rubbed at her wrists, then looked up and watched as he let Karlie go as well. Karlie went down a little easier, but she still dropped, a little bolder than Christine and attempting to rub the soreness from her nipples as well. They were both wincing as they looked up at Alex and nodded, identical expressions of relief on their faces, mixed with fear and regret.
 
"Good. If you behave you'll have easy lives. You'll be able to go to work. Go out for drinks. But you'll always come back to me. I'll protect you and take care of you as long as you take care of me." He gestured for them to follow. He was hungry and wanted breakfast.

"There is pancake stuff in the cupboard and bacon in the freezer. Get to it." With that sorted out he sat on the couch, opening his laptop.
 
The girls stood on wobbly legs and looked at each other, brows furrowed. They followed him into the kitchen though, looking around. It was a nice apartment... and he seemed to be a nice guy. And they had accepted that they weren't happy in the life they had. They didn't dare speak yet, simply looking at each other before heading to the kitchen. Karlie pulled the pancake mix from the cupboard then dug around for the bowls, finding a pan, a mixing bowl and the rest of the ingredients. She also pulled out the syrup for later, setting it aside.

Christine reached into the freezer and pulled out the bacon, then started running it under hot water to thaw it out. She turned on the stove, taking a second pan from Karlie to start frying the bacon. About 20 minutes later, Karlie opened the syrup and put it in the microwave, heating it up as Christine put the pancakes and bacon on a plate. She grabbed a fork and knife, then took the warmed syrup from Karlie and took it all to Alex, setting it on the coffee table then waiting patiently while Karlie started cleaning up in the kitchen.
 
He smiled when Christine brought over the food. "Good job. Don't forget to take some for yourselves." He put his computer aside and began to eat, wolfing down the pancakes and bacon, scrapping the final scraps off his plate with his fork. He watched them move around, still naked, as they ate. Once they were done he summoned them over, making them kneel at his feet. He leaned forward, swinging his gaze back and forth between them. "So what should I call you? You obviously will call me Master. But since you're my slaves, you should have slave names. I'll tell you what. You each give me a name you'd like to be called. And if I approve it, you can sleep in my bed tonight. If I don't. Then you get to sleep on the floor."
 
Christine and Karlie kneeled quietly in front of him, very uncertain. The idea of not sleeping in a bed upset them, and they had both already grown some form of affection toward him. They sat for a moment, Christine pursing her lips in frustration. She hadn't even played around with this type of thing, though Karlie, she knew, had at least a little bit of experience. "Wh-whore?" she asked hesitantly, biting her lip and staring down at his feet.

Karlie, feeling slightly more confident, looked up at him, biting her lip. "What about cumslut?" she asked quietly.
 
He sat back with a smile. "Those are both acceptable names." As he accepted the names the collars started to heat up a bit and the words Whore and Cumslut appeared on the respective collars. He chuckled. "Would you look at that. You can't escape what you are now."

He reached out and lifted Karlie's chin, inspecting the collar. "Those aren't ever coming off," he said. "I guess that does make you slaves. So we should talk about what your new lives are going to be like." His voice was shaking with excitement as he spoke.

"I'm not harsh or sadistic. So I'm not going to hurt you just because. If I punish you there will be a reason for it. But you need to understand. Anything I give you is a privilege and I can take it away at any time if I'm unhappy with you." He looked back and forth between them, making sure they understood.

When he was satisfied he resumed talking. "I'm sure you figured out that we will be having sex. Lots of sex. And you will always make sure to consume all my cum. No matter where it lands. Face, body, mouth, pussy, ass. It all stays in you. Understood? Good. Now I'm not sure about you, but I don't want babies just yet. So I'll be getting birth control for both of you so we don't have to worry about accidents."
 
Karlie and Christine both smiled at the approval, but Karlie flinched slightly as he reached out. She held as still as she could, watching his hand, then relaxed when he withdrew. They listened quietly, giving small nods, trying to keep their eyes on him. Christine twisted her hands in her lap, wringing them nervously, while Karlie sat back on hers. Although they had heard what he said, none of this was quite processing for them. Karlie cleared her throat and spoke anyways. "I understand sir.."
 
"I'm glad we have an understanding. Now it's time to meet your new best friend." He stood up, his cock tenting his basketball shorts. He grabbed the waistband and slid them down, exposing his large, hard cock. "Say hello girls. You're going to get very acquainted with this thing here." He stroked it gently, eyeing them up and down as he prepared to play with them for the first time.
 
The girls blushed, glancing at each other before Karlie parted her lips, licking them once and leaning forward to take the tip of his cock between her lips, running her tongue along the head and looking up at him. Christine's heart raced as she reached out, placing one hand on his thigh as her other hand begins to massage his balls, lightly tugging. She watched Karlie, a bit too shy to look up at him just yet.
 
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