Chapter 3: Epilogue
As the sun began to set on Times Square, the once frenzied scene of debauchery and hedonism slowly started to wind down.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the ground littered with discarded clothing and other detritus. But as the women began to regain their senses, the reality of what had happened began to set in.
Richard sat on a bench, his wrinkled clothes having been put back on, with Maddy and Rebecca snuggled up against him on either side. As their sexual fire subsided, the two women had helped him locate his clothes, the same ones they themselves had stripped off him earlier in the evening.
Now, dressed and exhausted, Richard sat on a bench, his arm wrapped protectively around each of them. He couldn't believe what had happened, the day's events playing out like a surreal movie in his mind. He had gone from being a happily married man to a dominant master of two willing, sex-crazed women.
As the fucking began to slow, Richard noticed something strange happening around him. He saw women approaching men they had been with, offering themselves up as their permanent sluts. The men looked stunned at first, but then most seemed to accept the offer with little hesitation. Richard watched as the women knelt at their feet, pledging their devotion, obedience, and undying love.
It was a surreal sight, like something out of a movie. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, it felt right. He had never thought he would go along with it, but now that it was happening, he couldn't deny the feelings it stirred up inside of him.
He looked down at Maddy and Rebecca, both of them gazing up at him with such adoration and love, and he knew that he couldn't deny them this. He had always been a dominant person, but this was something different. This was a different level of control, a different level of power. And as he looked down at the two women who had become his sluts, he knew that he couldn't deny them this.
Richard knew that he would never be able to go back to his old life. He couldn't just forget what had happened, forget about Maddy and Rebecca.
They were his sluts now, and he was their master.
As he sat on the bench, he felt a strange mixture of emotions coursing through him. There was guilt, of course, for betraying his wife and family in such a way. But there was also a sense of elation, of power, that he had never experienced before. He was in control, and the two women by his side had given themselves to him willingly.
They had become his sluts, and he couldn't believe how right it felt to have them in that role. Richard had never even used the word "slut" before today, and he certainly never would have imagined that he would be comfortable with saying he possessed not just one, but two, gorgeous women as ones.
Yet, as he sat on the bench with Maddy and Rebecca snuggled up against him, he felt a possessive surge of emotion towards them. He didn't know where it came from, but he knew that he couldn't deny it.
The sun was setting on Times Square, and the once frenzied scene of debauchery and hedonism had slowed to a trickle. Richard could see the other men around him, the ones who had also indulged in the chaos of the day, now sitting with their newfound female companions. The women looked at them with a mix of adoration and devotion, their bodies curled against their new masters in a protective, almost possessive, way.
Richard didn't know what to make of it, but he couldn't deny the feeling that he had experienced a similar change. As he watched Maddy and Rebecca, he could feel a surge of protectiveness towards them.
He didn't understand why, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they belonged to him. It was a strange sensation, one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. But as he looked into their eyes, he knew that he couldn't deny it.
In the coming months and years,a group of scientists would be working around the clock to try and understand the effects of the bomb. They had initially thought that only women were affected, but as they began to analyze the data, they discovered that men were affected as well. It was subtle, but it was there.
Men who had been exposed to the lingering effects of the blast had become more possessive, more protective of the women they had been with. It was a strange side effect, one that they hadn't anticipated. And as they delved deeper into the data, they realized that the women who had been affected by the bomb had become attached to these men as well. At first the women had certainly been unquenchable in their carnal desires, but as the bomb's effects dwindled it left a two way bond in place. While the women would never go back to who they were before, there were a variety of relationship dynamics that were produced between the men and their women. Some were more dominant and submissive, some less so. Some became very public dynamics, others kept in private.
However, the common denominator was the strange, unshakable bond that had formed between the man and the woman, one of master and slut. The scientists were baffled, but the world was forever changed. Times Square wasn't the only place this had happened. It seemed that the bomb's effects had reached further than anyone could have imagined.
He glanced down at Maddy and Rebecca, who were gazing up at him with their beautiful blue and green eyes, respectively. Maddy, with her petite frame and perky breasts, was curled up against his side with her hand resting on his thigh. Rebecca, with her toned physique and large, firm tits, was snuggled up against his other side, her hand resting on his chest.
As Richard watched them, he could feel a warmth spreading through his chest. He had never felt so protective of anyone before, and he knew that he would do anything to keep them safe.
"So, what are we going to do about your wife and kids?" Maddy asked, breaking the silence.
Richard tensed at the question. He had been avoiding thinking about his family, but he knew that he couldn't avoid it forever.
"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
Maddy and Rebecca exchanged a glance, then turned to look at him.
"Well, we were thinking that maybe we could help you out with your wife and kids," Maddy said, her voice light and cheerful.
"We would be happy to serve her just as we serve you," Rebecca added, her voice earnest and sincere.
Richard's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected them to say that, and he wasn't sure how to react.
"But how... how could you do that?" he asked, struggling to find the right words.
Maddy and Rebecca exchanged a glance, then turned back to him.
"Well, we could start by helping out around the house," Maddy suggested. "We could cook dinner, do laundry, spend time with your teen kids...
We could do anything and everything that a wife and mother would normally do, and then some" Rebecca added, her voice sultry and seductive.
She bit her lower lip, and Richard could see the glint of mischief in her eyes.
She leaned in closer to him, her tits pressed against his chest as she whispered in his ear.
"We could also satisfy her in ways she's never even dreamed of," Maddy purred.
Richard's cock twitched at the thought of Maddy and Rebecca pleasuring his wife. He had never thought of them in that way before, but now that the possibility had been presented to him, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt.
The thought of watching Maddy and Rebecca pleasure his wife was incredibly arousing.
Without realizing it, he let out a low growl, and reached down to grip Maddy's ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, and she let out a soft moan, her body pressing closer to his.
"Maybe that's something we can discuss later," he said, his voice low and husky.
Maddy and Rebecca exchanged a glance, their faces flushed with excitement.
The three of them looked around Times Square, watching as men and women began filtering out of the streets as they left to go begin their new lives. Some men had only one women, some had two or even three with him. One man had a harem of at least six women. Richard joked to himself that he was unsure if the man was lucky or unlucky.
As they continued watching the crowd disperse, they saw
more and more women leaving with their new masters.
One woman in particular caught Richard's eye. She was a stunning redhead who could probably have had any man she desired before today, but now she was leaving with a man who looked like he belonged in a biker gang.
She was completely naked, her curves on full display as she straddled his motorcycle.
Her tits were bouncing as she clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist.
The man's hands were on her hips, guiding the bike as they roared off into the night.
Another woman, a blonde bombshell with legs for miles, was walking hand in hand with a middle-aged man. She was wearing a tiny skirt and a crop top, her tits barely contained by the tight fabric. The man's arm was wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her firm ass as they began their walk home.
Another man walked past with a woman on either side of him, both naked like Richard's women.
The man's hands gripped their asses, and Richard could see the smirk on his face as the women giggled and nuzzled up against him.
The scene in Times Square was surreal, and Richard couldn't believe what he was seeing. All around him, men were leaving with naked or near-naked women at their sides, each and every one of them with a look of pure bliss on their faces. The women clung to the men, their bodies on full display, a visual indication of their new roles as submissive sluts.
Richard felt a strange sense of pride as he watched the women around him. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards the women around him, their curves and soft flesh on full display as they catered to the needs of the men around them. Richard had never considered himself a dominant person before, but now, he felt like a king among men. He was the master of two beautiful, sex-crazed women, and he couldn't deny the feeling of power it gave him.
As he was lost in his thoughts, Richard saw an attractive blonde woman
being carried away by a man he could only assume she'd never met before today.
They were kissing hungrily, their lips locked together as the man carried her through the crowd.
She was naked, her body on full display as she hung from the man's neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles hitched behind his back.
Richard's eyes widened as he watched the couple pass by, his gaze drawn to the woman's bare breasts as they bounced with every step the man took. He could see the pink of her nipples, hard and aching, as the man carried her off into the night.
As Jennifer was carried off by her new master, nothing else mattered to her anymore. The 30 year old who had left work today as a nurse with plans to go get comfy at home and watch TV didn't exist anymore. She only existed for her new master.
His hands roamed over her body, gripping and kneading her flesh as if it were his property. The way he looked at her, possessively, made Jennifer feel insatiably desired. She had never been looked at in such a way before. It was if she was his to do with as he pleased. And oh, did it make her pussy flood with desire as she moaned in delight, her body responding to this unknown man's touch.
The way his hands roamed over her body, gripping and kneading her flesh as if it were his property.
As they walked back to her new home, Jennifer couldn't help but feel like she had finally found her place in the world. This was who she was meant to be: a slut, a whore, a wanton hussy who existed only to please men. It was a liberating feeling, and Jennifer reveled in it.
The man carried her easily in his arms, his strong muscles rippling as he moved. Jennifer could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it made her pussy clench in desire. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she couldn't wait to feel it inside her.
She moaned in pleasure as he squeezed her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Come on, let's get you home," he murmured in her ear, his voice low and husky.
As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Richard and his women began their walk to the subway, where they would resume the commute home that Richard had been pulled from hours earlier. This time, however, he had two gorgeous women in his possession, both naked and pressed up against him as he walked.
The stares from passersby were plentiful, but Richard couldn't care less. He felt like a king, with Maddy's petite body on his right and Rebecca's toned physique on his left. He had never appreciated the female form as much as he did now, with these two buxom women at his side. Their firm asses bounced with every step, and their perky tits jiggled just enough to catch his attention.
He couldn't help but let out a low growl as his hands moved down to cup their plump cheeks. They both gasped at the sudden contact, their bodies instinctively pressing back against his hands.
Richard's fingers dug into their flesh, kneading and squeezing their asses with a firm grip. Maddy and Rebecca both moaned softly, their pussies growing wet at the dominant touch. They were already becoming accustomed to their new roles as Richard's sluts, and they were loving every minute of it.
They had shed their inhibitions, their fears, and, though they still remembered them, their past identities.
Their names were still the same, but who they were was different. Maddy contemplated this new life. Earlier today she was an aspiring reporter engaged to the love of her life. Now, being Richard's slut was all that mattered to her anymore.
She wondered if she would ever go back to being that reporter, to wearing clothes and having a career, to having a fiancé who loved her for who she was before. Would she ever get married? Would she even remember Dan, her fiancé, as anything other than a distant memory of a past life? Would she care if she did?
Maddy glanced up at Richard, her heart swelling with a sense of possession and belonging. She couldn't imagine going back to her old life now, not when she had found this new one with Richard. She had never been happier, and she never wanted this feeling to end.
Richard's hand on her ass, possessive and dominant, made Maddy feel claimed. This was who she was now, and she didn't care what anyone else thought.
Rebecca, too, had found a new sense of self. She had always been confident in her sexuality and her looks, but now, she felt liberated. Being Richard's slut was the most exciting thing she had ever experienced, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
She had always loved her job, but now she couldn't imagine going back to it. The adrenaline rush she got from being Richard's slut far surpassed anything she had ever felt while reporting.
Rebecca glanced over at Maddy, who was walking next to her with a similar expression on her face.
Rebecca smiled to herself, feeling a sense of sisterhood with the woman who was now her slut-sister.
Maddy had always been a bit of a wallflower at work, quiet and reserved, always keeping to herself, plugging away diligently at whatever task she was assigned. Rebecca had always wondered what went on inside her head, what kind of person she was when she wasn't pursuing her dream job.
But now, as they walked through the crowded streets of Times Square, Maddy was anything but reserved. Her body was on full display, her perky tits bouncing with every step she took. She was walking with a confident sway, her hips rolling in a way that made Rebecca's pussy clench with desire. Maddy was no longer the quiet, reserved woman that she had once known.
Gone were the days of her sitting in the corner, typing up her articles and focusing on her career. Now, all she wanted was to be fucked, to serve and be controlled by Richard. The confident sway of her hips, the pertness of her breasts, the way she hungrily devoured Richard's cock with her eyes as they made their way through the crowded New York City streets, all screamed of a woman who had found her true calling.
Maddy returned Rebecca's glance. As Maddy looked at her affectionately, she saw the ways in which Rebecca had transformed herself. She had always been outgoing and attractive, but now she was practically dripping sex appeal. Maddy thought back to all those days at the newsroom, seeing Rebecca at her best. She remembered seeing Rebecca
lift up others around her, she recalled how she was so magnetic, always drawing attention to her with her radiant beauty and bubbly personality. It was like she had a certain charm that could turn the heads of both women and men, without ever meaning to.
But at the same time, Maddy remembered how she always felt inferior to Rebecca, she remembered always being in her shadow. But now, as Maddy looked at Rebecca, her slut-sister, she felt a sense of pride in being next to her.
Rebecca was just as hot as she was, and she could see why Richard would want them both. Maddy couldn't help but imagine the filthy things they could do together, how they could pleasure Richard together in a way that neither of them ever could alone. The thought made Maddy's pussy tingle with excitement, and she knew that she was going to enjoy having Rebecca alongside her.
She could already imagine the filthy things they would do together, the way they would pleasure each other in Richard's absence.
Maddy's mind was filled with explicit visions of the two of them together. She imagined them sprawled out on Richard's bed, their naked bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. She could see Rebecca's full, firm tits pressed against hers, their nipples hard and aching for attention.
She imagined herself reaching down to cup Rebecca's ass, squeezing it firmly as she ground her hips against hers. Rebecca's moans of pleasure would fill the room, mingling with her own as they explored each other's bodies.
She pictured them in a 69 position, each with their mouths on the other's pussy. They'd like and suck each other's clits, sliding their tongues in and out of the soaking wet folds. They'd cover each other's face in their juices as they moaned into each other's pussy.
As Maddy walked alongside Richard and Rebecca, she realized her fantasies had gotten her so wet it had begun running down her thigh.
She absent-mindedly reached down to rub her clit, drying herself with her hand. An action like that would have been unthinkable for her just earlier today. Now here she was, naked and proud of it as long as she and Rebecca were Richard's.
She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she would follow Richard to the ends of the earth, if that's what it took to stay by his side.
Richard and his two sluts stepped onto the subway. They found a bench in the corner of the subway car, across from some other passengers. Richard sat down first, with Maddy and Rebecca on either side of him. They immediately curled up against him, their bodies pressed up against his as they let out soft sighs of contentment.
As the subway rumbled through the tunnels, Richard couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness as he looked at Maddy and Rebecca. They were his, he thought, and he'd never letting them go.