The man was unassuming, 5’ 10”, brown eyes and hair, normal build. But he was hired for a very specific job. In his hands he held a device that significant money had been invested. It released a series of flashing lights that instantly hypnotized whoever it was directed at, taking away all willpower such that the victims had to do whatever they were told. But the investors had very specific demands, and he was setting out to fulfill them. To make sure he met what was stipulated, he set out at a local beach so he could best assess whether the targets met requirements. He evaluated what he saw, but it was still several hours until he finally found what he needed. A woman, who looked to be in her thirties, was sunning herself while two girls, presumedly her daughters, were building a sand castle beside her. Smiling to himself he confidently strode up. “Excuse me…” and when the three of them looked up he immediately turned on the device, lights flashing in their eyes and seeing them glaze over. Looking around to ensure they were far enough away from others on the beach he returned his gaze to the three subjects.

“Tell me your names and ages, oldest to youngest” he ordered. “Mari, 41” the mother replied. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. The woman obviously had taken care of herself, her breasts large in her one piece black swimsuit but body slim and looking closer to 30 than 40. Her brown hair was just past her shoulders, her eyes green as she looked up at him. His orders were for a mom in her twenties or thirties, but he decided that she fulfilled the intent of the orders. “Ava, 9” the older daughter replied. He smiled, she was perfect. Her dirty blonde hair was in a bob, her eyes blue, but she was obviously in great shape. She wore a sporty bikini, the lines of muscles on her tummy faintly visible, her ass exceptionally round and muscular. She defiantly met what was defined. “Morgan, 6”. The youngest replied as his eyes shifted to her. She also had dirty blonde hair, though it was longer and slightly curly and her glasses magnified her blue eyes. Her body was not as fit as her sister but still slim, and her slightly too small purple one piece swimsuit hinted at a very chubby pussy.

“You will come with me” he said, turning and walking to the van parked a little ways away. Leaving their belongings the three sun jests followed him immediately, getting in the van and settling in the back. He drove off, confident he wouldn’t be pulled over due to the investors high status and their influence. Still, the drive took over an hour as he passed through the town to a remote area, turning off the road and traveling several miles until out of nowhere an elegant building came in view. It looked like a millionaires getaway, and in fact it was for many. Expensive cars already had arrived and parked, and he worried they might get restless. In reality, most had just arrived early for the best seating to see the results of their investment. Driving around back the man stopped, opening the side of the van and directing the subjects (it really was best if he thought of them as such vice humans) and directed them through the rear entrance where the staff awaited. “Do whatever these fine people say” he instructed the three, then turning to the staff he ordered “make sure there’s no hair below the head, and give them antibacterial intestinal enemas. We can’t have our investors getting sick. And make sure to dress them back in their swimsuits, it will add to the show…”. Then back to the subjects “When they place you before the curtain wait until I say “here is the result of your generous investment!” at which point you will come through the curtain. The mother and daughters both nod.

He went around, making sure the equipment for the show was ready. Satisfied he checked and saw the subjects waiting behind the curtain, he went out on stage. “Welcome!” He said, amd the soft chatter of the crowd went silent. “I know you invested significant resources for a common goal. Sure, in the past, you have indulged your darker desires by having us take subjects off the streets. Though their begging, pleading, and occasional fighting had appealed to some of your colleagues, you wanted a more..willing set of subjects. But how to find them? You couldn’t put out an advertisement, and attempts to find willing subjects on the dark web always ended up in failure. Well, since I know you anxious to get on with it, “here is the result of your generous investment!” He waves an arm to the curtain where Mari and her daughters emerge, eyes looking out at the audience where enthusiastic chatter erupts.

“Now this here is Mari along with her daughters Ava and Morgan. Now girls, will you all do as your told?” “Yes…” all three reply. “Good, now mommy, why don’t you take off those cumbersome swimsuits of your daughters….” Mari immediate moves behind Ava, pulling her top off exposing a flat chest tipped by puffy pink nipples. She then kneels, tugging the bottoms off, Avas pussy naturally smooth with a small clit poking out from her folds, her round ass in her moms face. Mari then moved to Morgan, pulling her straps down. Morgan’s nipples were almost invisible on her chest, her body soft but slim…except for her pussy which was so chubby it almost could be fat, her tiny clit hidden between the folds. Finished, the girls suits on the floor, Mari stood again.

“Well someone is overdressed!” The man jokes, with a few giggles from the crowd but much more sounds of zippers being undone. “Girls, why don’t you help mommy out of her suit?” Both girls turn to their mother, each grabbing a strap and pulling down. Maria’s 36d breasts sag slightly when freed. Her brown nipples are large and distended, obviously used for breastfeeding. As he hoped, no stretch marks were visible. She truly did take care of herself. As the suit fell to the floor, her pussy is slightly red from her hair removal, her inner lips and clit slightly larger than normal, her ass slim.

“Well now that they are prepared, any requests for our future meals before we get to the main event? Shall mommy nurse her girls one last time? Shall one kiss another’s…how shall we say…kitty? Maybe even a little kiss and lick at the back door? Or maybe someone wants to come onstage as well and take part, as long as you don’t get stage fright! Just remember, no bruising the meat. We want them to taste their best and I assure you, you won’t be disappointed. We’ve learned extreme pleasure followed by extreme pain is what flavors the meat the best, so now it’s time to make them feel good!”