The Race Ch 20: The Finish Line

The Race Ch 20: The Finish Line

Paul:

We wake to a light breakfast. Our room is furnished with toiletries and we are soon ready to meet the new day. I am still thrilled by Susan's victory and the rousing sex that followed.

After the feast, Susan lovingly threw herself at me. Jenny jealously competed for my attention. It was fun and energetic.

It was also very tiring. But a good night's sleep, and a lite breakfast have put the weariness behind me.

We leave our room and follow the hall to a side door marked "North-East Stairs" and "5th Floor." Miraculously, the door opens and the stairs remain unblocked.

We proceed down until reaching the lobby. I instruct Patty, Marci, and Lucy to remain here for an hour while we finish the race.

Susan, Jenny, and I move into the lobby and towards the grand entrance. The thought that I and my companions walk through a fancy hotel lobby fully nude tweaks a second of embarrassment, but after all that has happened it barely registers.

About ten feet from the door Susan and Jenny stop. I turn back to them and say, "Come on, we need to win together."

Jenny replies, "No, we decided to let you win. When you were taken from us the night before slut school graduation, we missed you terribly. Remembering how you were treated broke our hearts. We vowed that if the chance arose, we would let you win. Now go. We will be right behind you."

I pause a second, but they wave me on. Finally, I turn and exit. The mild weather outside greets me. A band plays a fanfare, and the announcer from the first day announces, "Congratulation on winning the race."

His commentary continues, but I have already lost interest. The Master approaches. He places a metal around my neck. Then, he escorts me back inside.

The award consists of a dark maroon ribbon and a gold emblem of three nude figures making love. The figures resemble me, Jenny, and Susan. It seems appropriate.

Susan and Jenny join us as we step into one of the hotel restaurants. Master leads us to a booth as the waiter brings sparkling wine.

The Master gives a toast, "To the victor goes the spoils." I reply, "But, you control our minds. You can make us forget everything, even each other."

After that comment, Jenny and Susan look upset. I wave down their concern and continue talking.

"You have no need to give us any prizes. Why did you have this race, and what do you plan to do with us? Will you make us slaves in your brothels or just dump our mindless bodies on the street to fend for ourselves?"

Master responds. "You correctly deduce that money, sexual servants, and entertainment are the purpose of the race. However, these things can be easily obtained with my powers."

"As I have demonstrated on you, I can make almost anyone my obedient servant or sex toy. I do not need an elaborate ruse like the race just to obtain slaves."

"The race gives me more. It allows an opportunity to find leaders, test honesty and loyalty, and get a good understanding of people. On that all three of you have won, so I will give you a choice and an opportunity."

"If you choose to refuse my offer, I will clear your mind of all memories of the race including memories of each other. You will each be returned to your lives with a little money and false memories explaining the missed time."

"However, if you choose my offer, I will make you a manager of one of my hotels and give you the power to control lesser minds."

"Susan and Jenny will be your assistants as well as your wives. Their loyalty and love for you comes naturally without any mental manipulation. It only required a little stress to bring it out."

I query, "What will become of the other contestants?"

Master answers, "Patty, Marci, and Lucy will remain yours. They will happily work as employees for your hotel."

"Zach and Lisa who Susan fought in the chocolate pit and allowed to go free will be kept together. They deeply love each other. They will be returned to the world with a suitable cover story."

"The fate of the others does not concern you. Nevertheless, they will be happy wherever I decide to place them."

"Like you, I am not cruel. I will make them happy no matter where they settle. They will be happy whether sex workers in a brothel or insurance selling parents in a loving family. You need not worry."

I look to Susan and Jenny. Jenny cries, "Take the offer. I do not want to lose either of you."

Susan stoically exclaims, "I love you and wish to remain yours forever."

I look to the master and answer, "I have no choice but to take your offer. I do not want to lose either of my brides or the happy memories from the race. I am sure the awful ones will fade in time."

With that Master hands me an envelope and excuses himself by stating, "I have other things to resolve. I will tend to Marci, Patty, and Lucy while you enjoy a two-week honeymoon at this resort."

After lunch we take the elevator to our suite. As we make love on the huge bed, I look through the window. Lisa and Zach swim past in the south side pool tunnel. Their nude bodies happily embrace as they float along.

Jenny and Susan's lips tenderly tease my hard cock. It draws my attention back to my own pleasure. Both my wives seem happy. The race has changed us. It has strengthened our appreciation of the people in our lives and the little things that make us happy.

Master:

Now the race is done. A fortunate ending for some, but not others.

My mind reading scribes have documented the contest in the words and thoughts of the contestants.

My video producers and announcers have recorded and broadcast all of the salacious activities.

Now it only remains for paying web viewers to experience and enjoy the results.

Nevertheless, do not be overly intrigued. I am reading your thoughts. If you appear too interested, I may select you for the next race.

You could find yourself nakedly wandering the hallways of one of my hotels. You may be fucked for the entertainment of myself and my paying customers.

Sure, you might win or even find love. However, the odds favor becoming another slutty whore in one of my brothels. Burt and Harry always need new merchandise.

Do you want to spend the rest of your life sucking cock, licking cunt, and being fucked dozens of times each day? I will make you happy to be a sex worker.

If you want to risk a life as a sex slave for fame and fortune. Just think, "I want to join the race."

I will read your mind. You will place your fate in my hands. I will test you and use you as I wish.

But do not worry. It does not matter.

I see you with your fingers in your crotch. I read your licentious subservient desires. I know your intimate secrets.

I already own you, body, mind, and soul. Now, strip naked and kneel before your master! I always need more perverted exhibitionistic sluts.