0 comments/ 13911 views/ 0 favorites The Master By: Katharine It was the voice that attracted me long before I met him. All the really good Masters have that voice. Soft, gentle, hypnotic, seductive. Barely above a whisper. I met him in the lobby of a 5-Star hotel. He got me a drink and started to talk. It was so incredibly erotic to hear him tell me in that voice what he wanted to do to me in the midst of business men talking softly. Then suddenly he just took my hand and headed for the elevator. He never said a word as we went to the room. Then the second the door closed he said, "Take off your clothes." For some reason it never occured to me not to obey him. He just sat in a chair and watched as I did so. Then he told me to sit on the couch and spread my legs very wide. He said he wanted a good look at what he was getting. He continued to sit there staring at my pussy. "Wider!". I knew I was getting wet as he continued to stare. His voice was still soft but firm and commanding now. "Get on the bed on your back and keep those legs spread wide." Still dressed he lay down next to me, took my hands and held them over my head. With his other hand he began to explore my body. Roughly he squeezed my tits, pinching and pullng the nipples. "Do you like that?" "Yes", I whimpered. Suddenly he grabbed my hair jerking my head up to look him in the eyes. "The correct response will be yes Master." Stunned I responded as he had commanded. He released my hands telling me to keep them above my head he removed his clothes. His erection was huge and rock hard. He kneeled between my legs roughly pushing my legs as wide apart as possible. I have never been so throughly examined. His fingers examined every fold and crevice before parting the lips to examine my clit. When he pinched it hard I thought I would cum. "You will not cum without my permission!" I repled with the proper yes Master. He rammed his finger in my dripping cunt then two. "Move those hips, show your Master how much you like this my little whore." I was so hot I needed no encouragement. He raped me with his fingers shoving them deep and hard laughing softly as I ground against his hand. Abruptly he stopped quickly withdrawing his fingers. I moaned at the loss, my body trembling. "I'm going to slap your thighs. You can stop this at any time get dressed and leave. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Master." He got up and turned on the radio next to the bed. I snuck a peek and saw he put on a condom. Then the slaps began. Softly at first but quickly harder and faster. I loved it! I took everything he had arching to meet his slaps. My thighs were on fire, burning when he finally stopped. "Very good slave your Master is pleased." He told me to get on my hands and knees slapping my ass hard when I did not immediately keep my legs spread wide. He grabbed my dangling tits squeezing them roughly, pulling on the nipples until they burned before taking them in his mouth. He sucked them deeply, hungrily..biting them hard. I remember thinking he must have drawn blood. He stopped and laughed softly. "I am going to spank you now. Not because you have been bad but because it pleases me to do so. Remember you can stop this at any time." I expected his hand. He used his belt. "Move that ass! Show your Master how much you love it." And I did. I arched and writhed getting more turned on with each lash of his belt. Finally, when I thought I could not take anymore he stopped. "AH your ass is so red. A slave's ass should always show signs of a good whipping!" He moved to the bed and in one swift hard thrust he was inside me. His cock was so big, so hard. He fucked me so hard he was lifting me off the bed at times. He slammed against my tender ass as he fucked me. "Beg bitch, beg your Master to let you cum." "Please Master," I gasped "Please let me cum." His respond was to pound even harder. He slowed down slighty to shove a finger up my ass. Finger fucking my asshole as he continued to fuck my pussy. "Talk slut. Tell me in filthy detail how much you love this." "Master please. I love your finger in my ass. Your big, hard cock in my cunt. Please let me cum." "You may cum now slave". I exploded! Wave after wave of pleasure washing over my body. Even then he didn't stop. Commanding me to cum again he reached down and viciously pinched my clit. I passed out. I awoke laying on my back as he gently wiped my face with a wet washcloth. "Open your eyes slave." It was a struggle to do so but I did as commanded. He smiled down at me and said, "We aren't done yet. Your Master hasn't cum..." The Master Part I Her wrist stings as the rope bites into the soft pale flesh, the almost translucent delicacy of skin beneath which a blue tracery of veins throb stretched taut. Beneath the pale soft embrace of the blindfold, her eyes flutter as graduations of light and dark lick fear into the aching fragility of their green gaze. She feels a rippling along the stretched line of thigh and forces herself to relax, staving off the painful reality of cramping muscles. She lies spread-eagled on the bed, the mattress firm beneath the pale flesh of her buttocks, her arms pulled up and out to the sides. An ache in her shoulders, tolerable but insistent keeps her focused. Intricate knots, delicate and complicated encircle the long bones of wrist and snake sinuously along the long line of arm, sweeping under the small breasts to encircle and imprison and then sweeping up and to the other side of the stretched reality of her supine figure. Each long leg has been pulled to opposite corners of the mattress, the firm muscle of her thighs jumping slightly from the pressure, calves flexed, delicate ankles embraced by 2 inch scarlet leather cuffs, through which yet another rope has been woven and then tied off. He stands back and studies his handiwork. Her skin is so pale it is almost translucent. At the sweet, delicate pressure points of her figure; the wrists, the spot where the pulse throbs in the ankle, the achingly sweet valley where thigh meets groin and the smooth plump sex, a pale blue tracery of veins licks fragility into her strong frame. Her breasts are small, their firm handful of soft flesh prominent in the prison of ropes, the large plump nipples swollen, engorged, their normal colourless sweetness blushing pink and as he watches, crimson, the ivory of their soft flesh blushing deeper and deeper as circulation is carefully compromised. Turning, he bends to his bag and picks through its bounty; pausing, he contemplates the soft falls of a suede flogger, then deciding against it, chooses the short-handled crop. Deceivingly innocuous, the crop looks benign in his capable hand. He stands back to contemplate his canvas. Her breasts quiver, the flesh shivering as her breath quickens, shallow and rapid. She is tense, on edge, anticipation lending anxiety to her restrained flesh. Delicately, barely touching, he runs the crop from ankle up the inside of the long leg to the inside of her thigh. Like a restless mare, her skin quivers beneath the touch, muscles jumping under the smooth flesh. She snorts, an explosion of air and the taut flesh of her belly jumps and her breasts shake. Delicately, barely touching, he uses the tip of the crop to push between the tightly furled lips of her sex, gaping just slightly between the widely spread thighs, silver rings glistening in the muted light of the room. She moans then catches her breath and is silent. He watches intently, leaving the tip resting just below the shy nub of her clitoris, just tickling the first set of O rings and causing the flesh on her spread thighs to ripple. Tightly restrained, her movements are limited. He watches as her flesh flushes, the long muscles in her arms flexing, the soft belly quivering as she tries to push against the tip of the crop. Pulling back slightly, he trails the crop just slightly down the long pale slit, to the swollen pink creaminess of her cunt; there, leaning slightly to get the angle right, he pushes the leather tip just inside, sighing as the deep pink folds seem to swell and engulf the slick, soft leather. "ahhh" he exhales as he carefully twists the crop, licking his lips which feel dry and relishing the wet, suckling sound of her swollen folds as the stiff leather pushes in and out, glistening now with the fragrant, silky wetness of her arousal. His cock feels swollen and heavy, throbbing beneath the stuff of his blue jeans. Sweat gleams on his bare chest, glistening in the muted light of the candles which are massed in fragrant bunches at various stations in the room, scenting the warm air with a hint of vanilla. Pulling on the crop slowly, he sighs as the hot swollen folds seem to cling and lick along its dark surface, as if seeking to swallow its stiff promise. She makes a mewling sound of loss, then breathes deep and he watches as she struggles for decorum. Slowly, her breathing which had become rapid and shallow, began to deepen, the swollen, purpling breasts quivering as she fights for control and then finds that spot deep inside. Leaning over, he closes his eyes and breathes in the scent that is uniquely her, clean, soft and with an underlying deliciousness of musk and woman scent that makes his prick twitch, swollen, drooling and dampening the gusset of the snug pants. Again, he pushes slowly, exquisitely the stiff leather of the crop up into her body, his breath warm against her belly. Without warning, he straightens and in a graceful movement, pulls the crop from its warm prison. Moisture sparkles as with a practiced flick of his wrist, he cracks the crop on the taut thigh. She cries out, shocked and he watches as the flesh pinkens, then pales, a long white line of flesh already swelling. Then stepping back and taking a comfortable stance, he flicks the crop again and yet again, laying an intricate mandela of fire along her flesh, creating a pattern of ownership that will linger on the sensitive canvas of her body for several days. He feels restless, unsatisfied. He pauses, his fingers run along the abused flesh of her thighs, pushing against the rapidly swelling welts and feeling his cock twitch, stiffen, damp and throbbing between his thighs as she whimpers. He wants more. He looks at her and drinks in her helplessness and likes it. He wants to hurt her, hard. He wants to hear her whimper and scream and watch her body writhe as he pays homage to his need and want. He feels almost feverish as he contemplates his desire to rend flesh and stepping, lithe and silent, to the supine body, he leans over and nuzzles into the long line of her neck. Delicately, he breathes along her throat, then like a great beast, he widens his mouth and baring his teeth, he leans into the valley of her throat and pulls the almost translucent flesh between his lips. He moans, vibrating into the pulsing of her very life force, feeling it between his teeth, knowing he could bite and feel the hot copper blood rush into his mouth, that he could, should he choose, take her very pulse of life into his own and drink it in until the spasming of her very essence jerks into silence. She lies, pliant and accepting, docile under the threat of his want, open to his need and his desires and he reaches between his own legs and squeezes his prick which aches with a fierceness that is almost painful. Then releasing her throat he bends into her neck, down into the meat of her shoulder and bites, hard, her breath harsh in his ear as his teeth sink deep. She cries out, trying vainly to stifle herself as the pain slices through her self-imposed sacrifice and stings reality into her mind. Before his teeth can cause too much damage, he steps back and grins wolfishly, loving the mark of his teeth in her shoulder. He reaches without looking for where the knives lie, honed, shined to a bright dangerous gleam. As expected, she has laid them out precisely, aligned exactly as to size and height. His fingers unerringly close over the bone handle of the bowie knife, caressing the smooth, worn surface lovingly, as if the elegant twist of bone was a lover's flesh. Holding the knife consideringly, his eyes narrow but watchful, he contemplates his canvas. To be continued The Master I owe the conception of this story to homealone_447's The Attic. I consider this to be an indirect sequel, in that character's from that story are in the background here and it largely adheres to the alien's method of propagation. The rest is my doing, enjoy. * Denise stood vigilant, looking outside her window, observing her neighbor, Rebecca. Only a few days ago had she deposited her 'baby' into the woman's basement. In reality it was an alien life form, a very insidious fungus that had changed her life, and of her lover, Gloria. A few weeks ago both were normal women...human women. But no longer. Ever since Gloria discovered the fungus in her attic, both had been transformed into utter slaves, the fungus absorbing their minds, personalities and souls altogether. And it was glorious, to have every part of their being wiped away, to be left little more than a sexual shell to bring more to the Master. Gloria sauntered into the room seductively, wearing absolutely nothing, just the way she liked it. Her nubile form stacked and delectable as ever, hips moving hypnotically and her voluptuous breasts swaying with her step. She was sex incarnate, but unlike Denise, her transformation had been more dramatic, blessed with dark, emerald skin, and pitch black eyes, she was as fearsome as she was beautiful. "She has been marked. I can tell." Gloria whispered. "How?" "She has the same green rashes as this body did, before the final takeover. It is only a matter of time, she will feel compelled to give herself to the Master." "Good." Rebecca hurried into her house with the groceries, dropping them on the counter. Her panties were soaking, desperate to straddle the fungal stem once more. All day had she thought about this, fingering herself at work to tide herself over for the main event. She did think it was a bit strange how insanely horny she had become ever since discovering the fungus, but as soon the thought crossed her mind it was gone. She had to handle this urge fast, her son was coming home from college tomorrow morning and wanted to make him a nice breakfast. Rebecca walked into the basement to see her pride and joy, this wondrous new sex toy. As she slipped off her blouse she couldn't help but notice the almost translucent green rashes that riddled her body. They had enlarged over the past few days, she thought to go to the doctor about it, but this thing was just too much fun to leave alone. Green rashes aside, her body was fairly attractive. Though in her mid-40s, Rebecca was still in decent shape, and with very little sagging and stretch marks, she had no problem courting male attention. On the other hand, she often thought her ass was a bit flat, and while she was comfortable with her pert C-cup breasts, she had wished they were a bit rounder and fuller many a time. At her disrobing, the phallus-like stem rose to the occasion, and Rebecca finally quenched the fire in her loins as she took a ride. Or so she thought. The thing was huge, filling her up beyond what she thought was possible. Her thighs quivered and her body trembled as it went as deep as it could possibly go, grinding against every pleasurable spot in her pussy, until she came, her love juices spraying all over legs and the stem. What was meant to slake her lusts only enlivened them, after that first orgasm, she started bobbing up and down, with feverish, sex crazed mania. Her delicious moans reverberated throughout the basement as she tweaked her nipples to increase the insane pleasure. The stem itself was secreting some sort of fluid, when it hit her vaginal lips it was a cool sensation but when it was inside her...it was red hot! The euphoric contrast sent her screaming to the heavens, as she arched her back in response to the ceaseless pleasure. The orgasm had left her mind blank for a few moments, before she slid off the stem, completely spent and exhausted. She remembered she still had so much to do. Clean sheets, wash windows...but she was simply too tired. She thought to just take a quick nap and she'll be good as new. Taking a nap right near the stem, on top of the fungus. Somehow the idea was creating little pangs of caution in the back of her brain, but she shushed it away. Just nerves. She needed her sleep, and sleep she did. The fungus on the other hand sensed its host was ripe for the taking. For days now it had been instigating small internal changes in her physiology, making her less and less of what she was. Now was the time to make the great leap and bring her into the collective. To the Master. The stem twitched back into action, coating itself in the fluid that gave Rebecca hot and cold sensations. This is the fluid that would end her mind...and her humanity. The stem writhed along the floor silently towards its sleeping prey, slithering right between her ass cheeks. Rebecca felt it in her dream, the icy sensation that it left on her skin, and then she felt it plunge into her ass! The sudden motion woke her up with a gasp. She panicked for a split second until she was oddly sedate, something in her mind told her to just let it happen. The stem managed to go places in her body that were physically impossible, right up to her brain in fact, but she simply didn't care, it was so gentle and relaxing. Soon she fell back asleep, the stem injecting blissful chemicals into her brain. She didn't think giving up could feel so good. She thought she felt her breasts growing heavier and her body tightening in some areas but didn't pay it much heed. Rebecca spent the rest of the night, murmuring and moaning in her sleep, eyes fluttering in the throes of joy as the stem reprogrammed her brain and changed her being forever. The woman who was formerly Rebecca awoke next morning to knocking on her front door. Pitch black eyes greeted the new light in the basement. She had been remodeled much like Gloria, with green skin and her hair gone. Her body type had also completely morphed. She marveled at her curvaceous ass, and groped her new breasts, which had easily ballooned to an F cup, not to mention all the minor imperfections from before had been completely erased. More knocking on the door brought her to her senses. The new Rebecca was rapidly searching through her hollowed out mind as to the possible reason for this knocking. She found something. The old Rebecca was planning to have her son over, from college break. She whimpered in pleasure at the thought of turning her son, another host, so close, so soon! Alex knocked again on his mother's door. It was so strange, usually she answers more quickly. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the door swung open and his jaw dropped. There was an achingly fine, busty nubile amazon standing before him. He was so drawn to her pouting breasts that he didn't notice the soulless gaze of her pitch eyes. "Hello Alex..." she purred. "Wow...uh mom I think you're a lil old to be wearing that costu-" he was grabbed instantly and pulled inside the house. Quickly she shoved his face into her overflowing, ivy tinted breasts. He muffled sounds of panic and struggled furiously against the plant woman's embrace, but his struggle lessened and his arms slackened as his mouth found his mother's nipples. Sap poured forth into his receiving mouth, loaded with muscle relaxants and aphrodisiacs. Rebecca moaned rapturously the harder her son suckled, she loved submission and she loved making her son submit. She wished she could stay there forever, feeding him her narcotic sap, but she had orders. She had to make him join the Master, empty out his mind as she had, and become one with him. The mere thought of turning and enslaving her son aroused her incredibly, as love juices poured down her thighs. Rebecca pushed her entranced son onto her bed, his blank eyes staring ahead with drool seeping out of his mouth. She then sighed and moved to touch herself once she saw his marbled erection creating a bulge in his pants. As a male, the conversion would have to go differently. Lacking a stem to subjugate him, she would have to use her cunt. In his lustful haze, Alex was fighting for his sanity and mind. As he had suckled from his mother he had gotten a brief inkling of what she had planned, and it terrified him. His horror had broken him out of his mother's spell and he tried darting off the bed but his legs betrayed him, and he merely slumped to the ground. "Mom...don't do this...p-please, I don't want to become...you!" Rebecca caressed her son's chin, cooing softly. "Oh my baby, don't be afraid. This will be so much fun! You will have so much more purpose in life and...so...ungh...much pleasssure!" Rebecca came again, groaning in ecstasy. She recovered quickly and grabbed her son by the head, her pitch black eyes regarding him hungrily. "You will serve...and you will become one with me. All will become one with the Master." Alex looked into his mother's blackened eyes...they looked so inviting, promising so much pleasure and control. He moaned softly, his mind once again falling into bliss, not noticing his mother had already removed his pants. Rebecca's pussy quivered in the presence of her son's cock, sap oozing out like a river of honey, ready to join with her son in the most intimate way. Her rounded bottom jiggled slightly as she moved forward to mount her prey, but her son offered one last bit of token resistance. "Ohhh...oh...f-fuck...THIS!" he declared, shoving his mother to the side while he stumbled his way to the doorway. He was a strong, young man, in his college prime. But even the most conditioned body was no match for his mother's supernatural speed and strength. Just as he got to the door, he felt his mother's tits squeeze into his back, before having his neck yanked back, so hard he thought it might break. Rebecca looked commandingly into her boy's eyes, growling "YOU will OBEY! YOU will JOIN US!" before diving into her sons mouth with primal need, groaning and moaning as her tongue proboscis pumped all kinds of neurotoxins into his brain, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his consciousness faded away. She quickly flipped her son around, and immediately shoved his dripping cock in. Foreplay was over. The various poisons in his body had enlarged his cock greatly, and was now filling her pussy up in every way possible, setting off a chain reaction of orgasms, as every thrust and bounce triggered a new sensation in her vaginal walls. Rebecca arched her back in sensual pleasure, forcing her pendulous tits to swing proudly, prompting her son to knead and mash them in delirious delight. He was lost in sensory overload as he pawed at his mother's breasts, he loved the contrast of his white skin and her dark, luxurious green skin, how soft and puffy they were, just aching to be grabbed and sucked. His hands drifted down her sculpted back, before settling on her large and ample ass cheeks, which were grinding down on his cock like a piston, over and over slamming down on his hips, to the mutual pleasure of both. He couldn't last much longer, and she could sense it. Rebecca quickly grabbed her son's head, pulling him up to her heaving, perfect breasts, before mashing his face down into them once more. Speaking seductively into his ear "Fuck me...drink me...become one with me!" she moaned. He sighed into her cleavage, lost in a mating fever as he suckled her sap. She groaned with carnal satisfaction. "That's it my son...just a little more...give yourself to me. To our Master." His breathing became more ragged as beads of sweat dribbled down to his body. So close to losing everything, his mind, soul, memories, everyone he ever cared about...even his precious sister. These last thoughts were the only bits of resistance left in Alex, his body so inundated with pleasure he couldn't even speak or move. Fuck it. If feeling this good was wrong he didn't wanna be right. He let hedonistic feeling overtake him as his impending orgasm rose ever nearer. A familiar tickle appeared in his balls, like electricity, dancing up to the tip of his cock. He felt her smoldering, velvet pussy gripping his shaft without mercy, and some silken tendrils from within massaging and sucking it, first gently and then faster and faster, goading him to spew his seed within his mother's welcoming womb. And then it happened, muscles stiffening, hips bucking upwards, he came with incredible force, so much so he thought his back would snap. The world seemed to stand still as he shot spurt after spurt inside her, she groaning as his hands clawed into her ass cheeks like pincers. His lips fell away from her nipple as he gurgled in ecstasy, eyes going white as his body lay paralyzed in orgasmic bliss. Rebecca came as well, exhaling in sinful pleasure as she felt her son give everything up to her. His seed, his life force...his soul. She had been waiting for just this moment. She continued riding him, her pussy milking his cock with ever stronger contractions, vaginal tendrils keeping him permanently erect, as he orgasmed over and over again. The former mother wrapped herself around her son, before little vine like tendrils sprouted out of her pores, which then punctured his skin. This was how he was to be converted. Rebecca shuddered as another orgasm hit, as the tendrils pumped fluids into his body, she pressed her soft breasts into his mouth, speeding up the conversion process. Alex's eyes fluttered, and from time to time his body had jolts and spasms, as his brain was emptied out, washed away in a sea of bliss, to be reprogrammed forever. His hips thrust back and forth, giving her everything, as every care left him. His mother stayed with him all night, gasping and sighing softly, as she lay on him, her body undulating as she pumped him full of DNA changing fluids, experiencing the sheer joy of joining her son to the Master. When Rebecca looked down at her sweet, squirming convert, she saw his eyes had turned green, his transformation all but completed, and this made her come even harder on his cock. By morning, Alex was no longer human. The blank eyes he opened were no longer his own. The tendrils from his mother connected him directly to the Master, from which he was now receiving his orders. His mother had been right. This was pure pleasure, to hear the Master speak gave him an instant erection, and since his mother was still on top of him, gave her instant joy as well. Once the Master was done, Alex reluctantly removed himself from his mother, giving her a lingering kiss on the lips before standing. The tendrils caused reverberations of pleasure as they retreated inside her, she sighed softly as she became whole again . The night before was hazy at best, but that didn't matter now. What mattered now was following his new purpose in life. Following the Master. And his purpose was simple. Find his sister. Take her. The Master I only ever had one true friend, and he was the one who brought me happiness for years to come-but not how you'd expect. A bit about me before I get to this story though: My name is Lillian (Lily for short) and I am a nerd. I am a nerd and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I always preferred studying to going out and getting drunk with other girls. I never went outside often, I only met Aaron a few years after starting high school. He sympathized with my story, and he became my only real friend in the world. He had other mates of course but I never found myself able to talk around them because they were all guys. Aaron calls me "the red head Katy Perry" which isn't an inaccurate description, all things considered. I have bright ginger hair that I never let past my chin, I do have big breasts (28D) for someone quite small (5ft 6) and I love dressing up in the kind of outfits you'd find at Disneyland. This makes me a natural cosplay lover and Aaron loves cosplay as much as I do (almost). I have plenty of curves and an ass as big as my tits but I am not what you'd call fit for modelling. My face isn't filled with Botox or anything else, nor is any other part of my body-I am 100% natural. Aaron, the man who I gave my virginity to (on my 19th birthday), isn't a red head-he's a blond. He seemed to have a way with women, it was something about him that women-not just me-found irresistible. I could never put my finger on it before but I know now. He was quite well built (and well endowed) but he was always gentle when we made love. He seemed to know what I wanted from him in bed without even my telling him. He was never my boyfriend-we agreed to be lovers when we both happened to be single, but we were never a couple. He was one of those people who let nothing get in the way of his friends enjoyment-which is where this story starts. Even for someone who friended me, he was very strange. Whenever we made love, he always thanked "The Master" when we'd finished. At first I thought it was something to add to the roleplay, but then I started getting suspicious about who this "Master" actually was. I asked him about it and he just shrugged, saying "I think you're imagining stuff". 5 years ago though, on my 25th birthday, he brought up who the Master was. During that time, he'd gotten a girlfriend who came out of his house once every month looking absolutely ecstatic. He revealed to me that he never had anything going on with her-"The Master" had. He had merely pretended to be her boyfriend to cover up her visits to his house. He asked me to come to his house the next night-that it was very important. I trusted him, enough to go, and I got my reward for my trust every month. He looked dark, like he was fighting a battle with himself, when he opened the door for me. "Lily. Firstly, I'm sorry for lying when you asked about The Master." He started "I have to get two promises from you before I go any further: One, you won't tell anybody what you saw here tonight. Two: you won't interrupt me while I explain who The Master is." He had never sounded more serious in his life, and I knew that this was probably the most important thing in his whole life. "You have them, Aaron, both of them." I replied, my eyes going round and fear fluttering in my stomach. "Okay. The Master is an alien from deep space. He was sent here with a special purpose, and unless he fulfils that purpose at least once a month, he will die. His purpose isn't to impregnate as many women as possible-he can't impregnate any women. His creators found that not many women were achieving orgasm during sex, they created him to change that. His purpose is to make a woman have the orgasm of her life at least once a month. I found him when he landed, he told me everything about him, and I offered to help. I keep him in the basement, which is where my 'girlfriend' has been going for the past 4 years. He gives me a special pheromone in my sweat glands that women find irresistable-thats how I managed to reel them in so well." My brain seemed to clog up with everything I'd just heard, but the look in his eyes told me that he was far from lying. All of a sudden, I noticed the pheromone signature that he had been given-it smelled wonderful, like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was a mix of all my favourite things from around the world at once-lavender, roses, mown grass and fresh paper. "Aaron-why haven't you told me this before?" I asked. "The Master has been satisfied with my 'girlfriend' up until this point. But yesterday he made a special request of me." he replied. He was looking directly into my eyes. "ME?!" I asked, shocked, and pretty scared-what was going to happen to me now? "You. I agreed on one sole condition-that he treats you as YOU want, not how he wants." he replied, an emotion that I can't describe flooded me-Aaron was willing to give me to this alien, but only if I got to chose how I wanted to be fucked. "Aaron, how do I know this Master won't break the condition?" I asked, terrified. "Because he's doing for me what he's not done for me before: he's letting me watch you get fucked. When I found him, he told me he would only do that when he promised something." Aaron told me "But we have to undress before we go down to him-if you want to go down to him?" Something about Aaron's look told me that he would never let me come to any harm-even from The Master. I knew this was important to him, making sure The Master stayed alive. In the end I made my choice: "Okay, but I'm doing this for you-not for myself." We stripped off, and now dread was bubbling in my stomach like acid. Aaron unlocked the basement door, and the moment he opened the door the pheromone that women found so irresistible whooshed into my face. As soon as I crossed the threshold, a voice spoke in my head: "Aaron. Is this-" "Yes Master, this is Lily. You remember our condition?" Aaron spoke inside my head too, his lips weren't moving-this was clearly a place in which you communicated by thought. The Master could obviously taste my fear, for it spoke again "Indeed, Aaron. Do not worry Lillian. I can promise you that I will cause you no harm. I only wish to cause you the best orgasm of your life." A thought crossed my mind, one that the Master could read like an open page of a book: "Why have you chosen me?" "Every time Aaron has brought a woman down here for me to pleasure, his thoughts have strayed immediately to you. You are the most important woman in Aaron's life, and I think you deserve a reward for being awarded that title." The voice answered, surprisingly kind. My mind was blank. "Lily" Aaron thought, bringing me out of my reverie "It's time" I found myself no longer scared, not even nervous. My nostrils were full of the smells I loved, and I stepped off the stairs to find that the concrete was squishy. A little way away, two hole appeared in the floor. I knew what to do. I walked over to the holes and stepped into each of them. The squishy stuff around me (which I now knew to be The Master) wrapped around my legs and slowly brought them apart. My immediate thought (unconsciously-for my desires had taken over my brain) was "Now hold my arms still..." and two tentacles immediately whipped up to my arms and bound them together. Another tentacle rose up from in between my legs and started poking at the entrance to my pussy, which was wet enough with the thought of what was about to happen to me. A small squeal escaped me as the tentacle slowly slid itself into my sex-it felt wonderful, and so big. I thought "now my mouth so I can't scream" and another tentacle rose up and invited me to open my mouth. I did so and it gently slid inside, it tasted like the smell that was overwhelming my nostrils. "My ass, please fuck my ass" and the next moment I felt another tentacle-bigger than the one in my pussy-penetrate my asshole, sending a mix of pleasure and pain surging through my body. "Harder!" I thought and The Master obliged, fucking me hard in all three holes, my pussy was dripping and my screams of delight were stifled by the sweet tasting tentacle in my mouth. I cannot describe what the feeling was like-words don't do it justice. I thought "This is fucking amazing! Harder!" and The Master seemed to speed up at the compliment, it felt like he was going to tear my pussy and ass in two, but my pleasure was so great I didn't care. Too soon in my opinion, my pleasure started to reach it's peak, and I thought "Oh, I-I'm going to-" before my dripping wet pussy exploded all over the tentacle fucking it. It was a hell of an orgasm-I damn near passed out. It exhausted me. The Master slowed down more and more until he finally stopped, took his tentacles out of me, and released my binds. "How was it?" he asked in my head. "Fucking awesome" I replied, panting heavily "How about you? What was it like fucking my virgin ass?" "There are no words that can accurately tell you." He answered I could not think what else to say, so I walked up the stairs with Aaron and we got dressed in silence. "So" he asked, now using his voice "D'you think you can keep this a secret?" I could only think of one answer: "Always" You might think that I have broken the secret, writing this book-but he let me write it because The Master has died of old age-he only had a lifespan of 10 years. 5 of those years were spent giving me unbelievable pleasure every month, and that is a gift I can never truly repay. Of course, Aaron can find a way to bring me that same pleasure every month, but I don't think I will ever experience the pleasure that The Master gave me ever again-or maybe...maybe I just will ;) The Master Alchemist Rose had allowed herself to be enslaved by her master because he seemed so kind and caring at the time. He had sworn to temper her spirit in readiness for "the rapture" and committed himself to work her mind and body into a state of molten sexuality. She smiled to herself for a moment as she remembered his sincerity and dare she think it, his strange submissiveness prior to their contract. That feeling aroused her again; she liked the idea of being dominant and yet here she was in common slavery to a man that commanded her like a dog. A good little doggy though, she beamed proudly, remembering her accomplishments. She didn't even know his real name. He called himself "Mercy" which was short for "Mercury" and she knew that was to do with their contract. He had described himself as a sexual alchemist and that he knew the secret of the Philosophers Stone; he claimed that he could forge her into a state of perpetual rapture. Well, the perpetual rapture part certainly sold her and she was a tough one to impress normally. He admitted harbouring a deep attraction for her having cited her elegance, "moon eyes" and proper deportment. He also spoke about her final liberation, whatever that was; she still really didn't understand, despite all of his instruction to the contrary. The air of the dungeon was pungent with incense and evoked powerful memories of Rose's deep and often painful submission there. Her mind began to drift into that oh-so familiar state of emptiness and calm whilst her warm naked flesh sat comfortably upon the velvet chair. She had not been restrained which was unheard of and she was hesitant as to what this signified. Mercy stood behind her and coolly stroked her long flame hair with his multi-purpose metal brush, being careful not to disturb her meditation. His eyes inspected her body, grazing on her soft and fulsome mounds and their hardened peaks. Her skin was clear and peachy and her heavy scent was electrifying. He had named her "Rose" which was in recognition of her Goddess nature, but she was kept ignorant of that lest it diffuse his power before her. He had never known a women to be so delightfully obedient and yet exude such an innocently powerful sexual energy over him. When she had been really well behaved, he permitted her to bring him off but the intensity of his orgasms made it seem impossible to ever consider letting her go. With much concern, he was beginning to question their contract and his code of ethics; he was beginning to have doubts about releasing her. In all of his years, he had never met an "ideal" life-partner but here she was enslaved to him and more to the point, naked, vulnerable and exceptionally well trained. He allowed himself a half smile at the irony of his situation, where the slave before him would leave upon the moment of her liberation, just like all of the others had. Yet it was his love of her coupled with an underlying desire for service that would melt her base nature into hot sexual energy before tempering and extruding her into a transcendent state. This they had achieved together but now he was reluctant to take her to the precipice of the final transformation. Of all the liberations he had ministered over, he had yet to experience his own and sometimes he doubted himself for it. He quietly discarded the brush before dipping his hands into the warm oil of the patterned bronze bowl. With considerable misgivings he gently but firmly placed his hands on her shoulders. She muffled a gasp as the electricity of heated anticipation throbbed through her. Very slowly, his hands slid down and around her, raising her breasts with just the slightest brushing of her nipples. His mouth pressed hard upon her succulent right shoulder blade and hungrily he bit into her. "Master!" gasped Rose as her body jolted and her head willingly surrendered her slender neck and already expertly bruised shoulder. His hands worked her breasts and he took both of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, erotically tugging and teasing her. Rose gathered herself and began the first protocol, exactly as she had been trained to do. She imagined the crown of her head lifting into the heavens whilst focusing upon the sweet, sweet sensation within her heart. It was a knack that had only taken a short time to learn but once she had discovered that buzzing joy of sugary delight she had never forgotten it. As she lifted her crown into heaven itself, the joyfulness within her heart opened her consciousness like a flower, like a rose indeed. At the roots of this flower, her sexual energy pulsated and screamed, it tore at her and begged and raged for release. She had been denied orgasm for longer than she cared to remember and the twisting cruelty of that was sometimes more than she could bare. Once she had sharply awoken to the harsh spanking of Mercy's hand because of her groaning during a lurid dream, such was his absolute dominion over her body and mind. He had told her then that her careless deceit had set her liberation back for many months. She had cried for the remainder of the night, wishing that she were dead. Without precedent, Mercy slipped his right hand down to her pubic area before sliding it over her engorged and aching lips, at once parting her long legs. She lost the focus of her protocol for a long moment and groaned in unexpected pleasure with her entire consciousness now locked between his masterful fingers and thumb. He responded by biting her harder and this admonishment snapped her back into her heart centre. She pushed again into heaven and this time the energy of her heart was supercharged, and the intensity of pleasure seemed to tear away invisible walls around her, like the parting of ethereal candy-floss. Her mind exploded into a cascade of diamonds as she felt an immense orgasm welling up deep, deep inside. "M... Mercy?" She husked weakly, imploring his guidance, too afraid to admit this forgotten pleasure to herself and oblivious that she had called him by name. His response was to slide his long index finger into her oozing vagina and press his thumb against her hard clitoris. "Ooooh!" She inhaled sharply, driven by the unexpected pleasure searing through her. It was her time, she realised, finally, after countless long and aching months of discipline and orgasm deprivation. All of her good behaviour and servitude had brought her to his ultimate reward as he had promised it would. At once she withdrew her consciousness into her heart and into the blissful state that was enrapturing her whole body. She pulled upon her sexual pleasure and tried to channel its energy into her expanding chest. His fingers and thumb worked expertly and rhythmically to melt her final barriers away. Even whilst overwhelmed by the ecstasy of it all, the distant, observing and thinking part of her mind was wondering where he'd got all the practise from, but it soon surrendered to the emotional bliss enveloping her body. His finger pushed deeper and deeper into her and she couldn't help but thrust onto his hand, unable and now unwilling to control her trembling body. She could feel him repeatedly pressing against her hot g-spot with the tip of his finger dancing expertly in small circles. His left hand stretched and twisted its captured nipple as far as it would go, fusing radiant pain and pleasure together as her reward. She began gasping and moaning in shorter and shorter bursts, as if about to give birth. Mercy slowly reduced the clamping of his mouth against her right shoulder and worked his salivating tongue over her fresh and weeping wounds. He recognised these primal sounds coming from her; all of his beloved slaves delivered their final liberation thus. Moving his lips to her ear, he softly commanded, "At the point of orgasm, release inside the heart and not out. Then surrender your orgasm to the universe, disown it and never wish for it again." She already knew these instructions but still didn't understand - wasn't she supposed to surrender her orgasms to him, the master of her being? Now that she was feeling such heat again, she truly wondered if she could ever let go, despite her compulsion to serve his every desire. The intensity of her orgasm was heralded long before it arrived with a heavy, pulsating flame pulling her abdomen apart from the inside out and coursing up through her body. When the sweet burning enveloped her heart, her body shattered into a rapture unlike any she had known. Her mind was numbed by the sheer force of the orgasm as it clawed for release. She automatically draw it within and was thrust into an ecstatic realm beyond anything she had ever known before. Her mind reeled but the orgasmic tidal wave mercilessly propelled her onwards and then suddenly she convalesced into an immaculate, crystal clarity of being. She could still feel her fizzing, convulsing body but was no longer enthralled by it and was aware of a greater force, one of universal self consciousness that was timeless and without form. For the first moment in her life, she was at peace and that peace was a rapture beyond any description. Mercury stood back in awe and watched as Rose, his great work, transformed into gold. Her body shed a brilliant light and slowly dissolved in front of him. He knew she would be gone soon and that he'd be all alone again but the joyous heat of her ecstatic transformation washed over him in waves, purifying his doubting mind and tempering his strained resolve. And then something unexpected happened, something that no other Rose had ever done before. Her body clumsily lifted itself up and unsteadily turned to face him. It spoke from a far away place but in a commanding and dominant voice; "Surrender into my arms and know of my liberation. By releasing me you also renounced your own fleshly desires, readying you for the rapture. Submit before me and be consumed by my flame, utterly." With the burst of sudden and tearful enlightenment, Mercy humbly and achingly surrendered into the arms of his true beloved and into the great rapture of eternity.