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The Training Ch. 01

By: Alicia Charms



Now that I've finished my training, I'm able to tell this story. I was completely lucid the whole time it was happening, but I was forbidden to tell and so I had to obey. I'm not, nor will I ever be, the woman I was once. I'm perfect now.

We had a perfect sexual relationship, my husband Felix and I, or so I thought. I was a bit on the shy side, but adventurous and very accommodating. We joined the swinging lifestyle very early in our relationship and I was able to explore several sexual fantasies I had. I mostly enjoyed being with another woman, which I can only describe as the ultimate in softness. I was also able to enjoy two men at the same time. I particularly liked pleased one man orally while another entered my in the doggie position. I felt like I had reached the zenith of free love.

There were some things I said no to, but not many. I didn't like anal sex. It was uncomfortable, didn't excite me and I was worried about infections. I wanted nothing to do with sex with animals, though it was a curiosity. I wasn't inclined to the BDSM scene, though I didn't mind being tied to the bed for sex or having a little mild spanking. I didn't think any of these things mattered to my husband, but obviously it did. Oddly enough, it was a very small incident that led to this long adventure. 

I always thought that I was an attractive woman. I was 5' 3" with long dark brown hair. I had nicely shaped legs and beautiful feet with long toes. I had a cuteness that had served me well so far. My looks hadn't changed all that much except for the animated creases in my forehead that deepened over time. I had a very round ass that I thought was too big, but the guys adored it. My only drawback was my small 34B breasts. I had nice little puffy nipples, but my breasts weren't in proportion with the rest of my body.

I had two girlfriends that had gotten implants. One pair was a very beautiful 36C that looked like the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. The other was a double-D cup that looked extremely out of place on her. Another side effect of her operation was that her nipples never got soft. So I had always been skeptical about implants, though it hardly mattered since it was the kind of frivolous extravagance that we never could afford.

One of Felix's favorite activities was photographing me in the nude. We got quite creative after I found an old box of wigs that my mom had worn at one time. We brought them home and played with them, adding different makeup to my face that might match the different looks of the wigs. Felix loved exaggerated makeup and the retro look of the 50's & 60's, so these wigs really fit right in with the fantasy.

Felix asked me if I would bleach my hair blonde. I had already gone from dark brown to auburn, which he enjoyed. I told him absolutely not. It would look terrible on me. He argued that the wigs didn't look terrible. I just refused. I had one girlfriend who had gone blonde and cut her hair short. She looked terrible and all our friends talked about how bad she looked. I didn't want to be like her.

Unknown to me, Felix had made contact with a man on the internet. James was the president of The Masters Guild, a secret society of dominant men whose sexual activities were unlimited. They had a combination of resources that enabled them to make anything possible. Felix was intrigued.

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied with Alison", he explained. "I'd just love to make her do anything I like and enjoy it fully."

"That can be accomplished quite easily", James told him. "We can transform her into the perfect love slave, willing and anxious to serve. We can even make her look however you like. And we can change her over and over again."

"You mean surgery?" Felix asked.

"Yes, some surgery," James answered. "But we also have secret and forbidden herbs from many societies throughout the world that normal medicine knows nothing about. These help to make the body more pliable and acceptant of change, quicker healing and never any scars. We can also alter her mind. Unlike most drugs of the mind-control type, we have combinations that will keep her lucid and wanting."

"Let's try this," James suggested. "We'll bring her to our mountain retreat in Virginia for approximately a month. You can give us details on what you would like to have her involved in, what ways you might want to change her. If you're not satisfied, we can return her to her normal state. No harm done."

"And what would you expect in return?" Felix asked.

"We will use her in any way we see fit." James told him. "Our members will get to use her and transform her just as you would. Then after the 30 days, we would expect her to return about one weekend a month to join in our activities."

This actually intrigued Felix even more. The thought of what these Masters might do to me aroused his curiosity. He told James so and asked if he could be present for some of those.

"That would depend on the Master who is creating the scene", he explained. "Sometimes he will allow you to be involved, sometimes only to watch from a secret window, and sometimes not at all."

It didn't take Felix long to agree. After all, he could change his mind after the month was over. 

"How will I get her to go?" he asked.

"It will be better if I take her," James said. "I will give you some potions to use in her drinks for the next few weeks. Also, at night, you will put headphones on her and play a tape I will give you. When I come for her, she will be ready."

What I didn't know was that these potions were working chemical changes in my brain, allowing me to be totally receptive to any suggestions. My thought patterns were being rewritten. I was being totally reprogrammed.

Several nights later, Felix awoke to find me sucking his cock. I pumped it hard with my mouth until I made him cum and swallowed every last bit of it. Then I went back to sleep. It was James' way of letting him know that the changes were working. Felix was amazed.

Nothing unusual happened after that, and two weeks passed without any other sexual events taking place. Felix was beginning to think that perhaps it wasn't working adter all. He didn't know how wrong he was.

A knock came at the door and Felix answered it. It was James and they greeted each other cordially. This was their first meeting face to face. As Felix closed the door, James turned to me.

"Hello, Alison," he said.

"Hello, Master," I answered. A look of shock and then a big smile came over Felix's face.

"Stand up, Alison," James directed me. "And remove your clothes."

I did as I was told, and was soon standing naked before James. 

"Who do you belong to?" James asked.

"I belong to you, Master," I answered. 

"On your knees," he ordered. 

I obeyed instantly. James unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen.

"Show me your love, Alison," he commanded.

I put that huge black cock into my mouth and began to slide my lips along his shaft. I wasn't a bit amazed at how much I could get in, but Felix sure was surprised. He had never seen me swallow so much cock in his life. I licked and sucked hungrily at it, pumping it like my mouth was a pussy. It wasn't long before he came, and I didn't need to be told to swallow every bit of it.

"Yes," said James, "You will be a pleasure to enjoy."

"Anything you like, Master," I replied.

He put his cock back inside his pants and ordered me to stand up. He put his coat around my naked body and led me to the door.

"I will call you in a month," he told Felix. "She will be ready then."

Felix watched as James led me to the car and opened the passenger door for me. His mind raced with fantasies as the car drove off with the new slave inside. 

Add your chapter telling of the erotic adventures of Alison as she undergoes her transformation from shy housewife to slut slave.

The Training Ch. 01



I saw this ad on a D/s website, repeated here without editing:

"married for six months , originally from Ukraine, 24 years of age, nice looking and my husband is from UK. He likes to get me trained to be his submissive. Never tried it for real except back homewhen I was getting my spankings. Need me to be his slut, asks me to dress very daring, and he even watched me with one of our best friends.

we both wish a serious man , very experienced, to train me privately and idscreetly, ready to move to his place for two 

weeks or so , but hope he would follow up this training by visiting us or asking me to revisit him. This thing will be private between me and him , my husband will not interfer.

will need some time writing to get know one another before any meeting, if close to us (L.A.) will ask him for dinner after a little time to get to know one another.

Mary "

I another section of her ad she described her interests:
Always Naked / Collar & Cuffs
Anal Sex
Being Serviced Orally
Enema Training & Conditioning
Watersports
Gynecological Examinations
Suspension Bondage
Vaginal Sex
Verbal Humiliation


This was, of course, too good to be true, but I replied anyway with the following:

I, too, am in LA, and have recently lost two submissives due to relocation for work. As you can read on my profile, I am married and my wife is not interested in any part of this lifestyle, so you could not move in with me here, even for a while. It might be interesting, though for me to come to visit you and perhaps train your husband in how to treat you, so you could better serve him. Or, if it's more comfortable, I could come there when he's not at home. 

Of course, you probably have thousands of offers, but here is one more. I am older, but not ugly...  Pic available.

In order to make things a bit clearer about what I would like to do with you, and maybe have you run away in fear, or decide to see me, I am enclosing the training manual I would use with you. 

Private Training Conduct:

1. you will always wear approved Training garment or be naked at all times. 

2. Approved training garment would probably be thigh high stockings and heels.

3. you will always be clean shaven from the neck down. 

Before we meet, learn the following 10 Positions by name and number.  (All positions will be held still until you are told to move.) There will be hand signals that you will learn later.

1. SIT 
Sit at Trainers feet, eyes on Trainer, facing out. 

2. KNEEL 
Up on knees, hands back, back straight, eyes down. 

3. DOWN 
Flat on floor, face down, legs wide, hands back. 

4. BEND 
Stand, legs wide, knees locked, hands to knees.

5. FOURS 
Dog style, elbows locked, head up, knees together. 

6. ASS 
Dog style, head to floor, knees wide, palms ahead flat. 

7. WAIT 
On spread knees, hands behind head, head up, tits out. 

8. PRESENT 
On back, head straight, hands up at side, legs spread wide. 

9. INSPECT 
Stand, legs wide, hands behind neck, eyes on Trainer. 

10. GREET
Up on wide knees, back straight, palms up at sides, head back, mouth open. 

Obey the Trainer at all times. Do not hesitate. 

Be respectful to the Trainer at all times. 

Any words spoken to Trainer must end with "Sir". 

Submissive will gratefully thank the Trainer within 15 seconds of finishing any punishment, or full punishment will restart. 

Punishments will be restricted to using hands, paddles or canes; on ass, tits, or upper legs. 

Orgasm will not be allowed without permission. 

Screaming, begging and crying are acceptable, although the Trainer might tire of the noise and gag the sub for the sake of his hearing. 

Submissive must submit to a 15 minutes punishment before and after each and every training session. 

Submissive will submit to any Evil, Wicked tortures the Trainer may seek for his own pleasure. 

Submissive will make eye contact with the Trainer when speaking, laughing or smiling; for her eyes are a Gift only for the Trainer, not to be given to the floor or anyone else. 

If Submissive answers the Trainer's question,"No Sir," you must directly follow it with a brief valid reason. 

Submissive must ask the Trainer to leave his presence for any reason. 

Submissive will submit to oral, vaginal or anal intercourse with the Trainer. 

Submissive will not ask for any sexual satisfaction from the Trainer. 

Submissive agrees that you may be bruised or otherwise marked at the hands of the Trainer. 

Submissive will allow the Trainer to sexually stimulate her during training. 

Trainer will not subject the Submissive to any training, sexual contact, or punishment from another person, without her approval. 

After the Trainer decides the time is right, the Submissive will be given to her husband as an approved submissive who will later and privately give a verbal report to the Trainer about the submissive's successes and failures. The submissive will also give the Trainer her report on the session privately. The Trainer will either punish or reward the submissive on her performance at a later time. 

Trainer will not slap or hit, the submissive's head or face. 

If we meet in public, you will address me as "sir." You will wear no bra or panties. You will wear a skirt (or dress), un-gartered thigh-high stockings, and heels. You will walk 1/4 step behind me and hold my left elbow with your right hand. You will look nobody in the eye but me. You will speak only when spoken to.

That was it. I sat back and waited.

Two weeks later, I got an e-mail. Here it is, unedited:

"Sir,

my husband and I would like to meet youto talk about our interests.
Mary"

I sent her my phone number and she called within an hour. She had a disarmingingly sexy Eastern European accent. 

We made arrangements to have lunch at a place not far from their house with the understanding that, if all went well, her training would begin as soon as lunch was over.

When I arrived, they were standing outside the restaurant as we had arranged. He was about 5' 10" and not terribly interesting looking, but well dressed. She was... uh... hot. 5'7" light brown hair, small breasts, beautiful wide open light green eyes. Her skirt was short, but not too short for propiety, her white blouse hinted at the erect nipples behind it. 

The look on her face was one of apprehension. As I walked up, they both looked at me smiling, wondering if I was the right guy, or just someone coming to lunch. My big smile told them what they wanted to know and they smiled in return. I looked directly into her eyes and said, "You must be the beautful Mary."

Her breath caught in her throat. She stammered, "yes, sir." I reached out to shake her hand and she took it. Her hands were cold and shaky. I then looked at her husband and shook his hand as well. "Hello, Mark," I said. 

"Nice to meet you."

We walked into the restaurant and got a table away from anyone else. No on spoke until we sat down. "You are a beautiful young woman. Why do you want this training?"

"I want to please my husband."

"you don't please your husband now?"

"I try, Sir, but he wants more from me, and I don't know what to do."

"Mark, what is it you need that she isn't giving you?"

"I would like her to be obedient and more attentive."

"I can certainly help her do that."

"Mary, spread you knees." She looked at me with disbelief, then slowly opened her legs. "That was good because you obeyed me, but not good because you were slow to obey. Do you understand that?"

She turned bright red. "Yes, sir." Then she stammered, "I'm sorry, Sir."

I almost felt sorry for her, but this was what she said she wanted. "There will be many times that you will make small mistakes. They will be easier to forgive at first. Later, it will not be easy because you should know better. Is that clear?"

I don't think she was really able to speak at that moment, but she swallowed hard and squeaked, "yes, sir."

The waitress came to the table and we ordered. For some reason nobody was very hungry, so we just got drinks. 

"Mark, I know you asked for this, but do you think you will respect her for doing it? I'd like you to think long and hard about how you'll feel about her later. Your big duty to her when she becomes more submissive will be to love and protect her. I will protect her and keep her safe when we are together and you will have to keep it up. 

She is making herself completely vulnerable and submissive to your wishes. You have to honor that and be respectful and give her that love, attention and a safe place to be."

His English accent was as charming as her Ukrainian accent. "I understand, David."

I looked directly into her eyes. "I have a few questions. You will answer quickly and honestly. OK?"

"Yes, sir."

My eyes never left hers. "Whatever we do, no good will come of it if you don't participate wholeheartedly. You must be completely attentive to the moment and never let your attention wander. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you normally have multiple orgasms."

"No, sir."

Do you orgasm easily?"

"Yes, sir."

"Does your whole body shake when you come, or is it just a pleasant feeling, or something in between?" She looked at Mark. "I am speaking to you, don't look to him for approval for your answers." She quickly looked back.

"Yes, sir. It is small, but pleasant, sir."

Are your breasts sensitive?

"Yes, sir."

"Does your mind wander during sex?"

She gulped. "Yes, sir."

"What do you think of?"

"Lots of things, sir. Sometimes, just the laundry."

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever wanted to do, but didn't have the nerve."

"When I was a child, I thought about our dog once, sir, but I'd never really want to do it."

I smiled. "I will be using many techniques to help you be submissive, including a mild form of hypnosis. None of these techniques will work if you aren't fully participating. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you want to fully cooperate?"

"Yes, sir."

"The first steps will be to make it clear that you are submissive to me, then to associate punishment and pleasure, then to associate pleasure with pleasing your partner. It's a rather long learning process. The first day will be only the beginning."

Her eyes widened, if that was possible. 

"I also promise you full body screaming orgasms if you continue."

"Thank you, sir."

"I didn't ask a question, so there's no need to speak."

"Yes, sir."

I looked at Mark. "Any questions for me?" They looked at each other. Neither spoke. "OK, I'm going to the bathroom. You two talk it over. When I come back, you can ask whatever you want. After that, I'll get the check and leave. If you both want her to submit to me, she will follow me out to my car and we will leave for the first afternoon training session at your house. If not, then no hard feelings. I'm honored that you considered me. Mark, you will go back to work. OK?"

Mary's hands were shaking, Mark's eyes were wide. I couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement. "OK," Mark said.

As I left I glanced back to see them looking at each other. She took a deep breath. He smiled and then they said a few words, and she nodded. He smiled. I took a little longer than I needed to to give them more time. I couldn't believe how much my prostate was engorged thinking about this little beauty. I'm old enough that my cock wasn't hard, but here was much leakage. Like when I danced with Chloe Wilson in Junior High. 


Chapter Two

I went back to the table and picked up the check. "Any questions for me?" 

"No, sir."

As I walked to the cashier Mary got up and followed me out to my car. She was at my left, just behind me, holding my left elbow. I opened the car door, and told her to lift her dress when she got in so she was sitting directly on the leather seat. As she got into the car, the view of her legs with the stockings on them and the smooth white skin above was almost too much to take. 

As we started, I told her to give me directions to her place, and she did, ending with "sir." I told her that when she was with me, her knees were never to be together, so that I would always have access. She immediately opened her legs. As I drove, I played lightly with the inside of her left leg, moving slowly up almost to her pussy. then to her knee and back again, almost absentmindedly. She was shaking by the time we got to her house. I stopped the car and she started to open her door. 

"Stop," I said. "I will open the door for you when it's time to open the door." She stopped immediately. "For the next few hours you will pay attention only to me. Every word and gesture will mean something and you will listen and comply. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"When we get inside, you will undress immediately except for your stockings and shoes."

"Yes, sir."

"I didn't need a reply. If I need to hear from you, I will ask a question."

"Yes, sir."

"That was another unnecessary reply. There will be punishment." She said nothing. Good. I got out of the car and pulled a gym bag of toys from the trunk. Then to her side of the car and opened the door for her. 

We entered her house and her clothing hit the floor. 

"Inspect."

She looked at me wondering what I meant.

"Did you read the training manual I sent?"

"Yes, sir."

"What does 'inspect' mean?"

She though for a moment. Then she slowly put her hands behind her neck, spread her legs and looked at me with not a little fear in her eyes.

"Good, I said, "you complied without speaking. That is what we want, but you were a bit slow to react."

"Yes, sir."

I slapped her bottom. She yelped a bit. "There was no reply necessary." She kept silent. A five fingered redness appeared on her beautiful ass. As long as she was in inspect mode, I decided to inspect. My eyes wandered over her entire body. Her breasts were perfect. Full. Very turgid pink nipples. Flat stomach. Flawless skin. She had prepared for me and was shaved from her neck down. I was in heaven, and had found an angel. 

My hands wandered over her body. She took a big breath as I started. I rubbed lightly along her labia. She whimpered slightly. My finger came back very wet. I held it up to her face and smiled. "Open." She opened her mouth and I put my finger inside. "Taste." She sucked and licked as if it were the best lollipop in town. "This bodes well," I thought.

"Stay in position and lead me to the bedroom."

She walked in front of me, her arms behind her head and I watched this beautiful woman move. The heels lengthened her already perfect legs and made her sway a bit. Pure poetry. I followed her into the bedroom, my eyes never leaving her slightly reddened ass. "Walk to the bed and stop in front of it." She did. I put my gym bag on the bed and pulled out a pair of cuffs. "hands behind your back." As I cuffed her, I said, "do you think I'm going to punish you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why do you think that?"

"Every session will start with 15 minutes of punishment, sir."

"Correct. Now, is there more punishment due to you?"

"Yes, sir."

"For what infractions?"

"I was slow opening my legs, sir."

"Good. What else?"

"I forgot that 'inspect' was a position."

"What else?"

"I forgot to say 'sir' after my last reply, sir."

"Good, are there more?"

"Yes, sir."

"What?"

"I started to open my own car door, sir."

"Good."

"There's one more thing. If you can tell me what it is, I will not punish you for it."

She looked confused. "I don't know, sir."

"Hmmmmm... did you thank me for spanking you in the hallway?"

The light came on in her eyes. "No, sir."

"So, how many infractions does that make?

A moments pause. "Five, sir."

"Well done my beauty."

When I'm finished with you, you will be the perfect submissive.

"Thank you, sir."

"Did that require a reply?"

"Er... no, sir."

"Right"

"So now we're working on six. Turn around and face me." As she did, I pulled some nipple, clit clamps from my bag. 

It's an arrangement of three clamps connected by a beaded metal chain. I Showed it to her as I talked. "Each of the first infractions of a rule require only an additional one minute of punishment. The second requires two minutes. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"So, how many extra minutes of punishment have we here? Take your time."

"Seven, sir."

"Right. Well done, Cutie. Did I mention how truly beautiful you are?"

"No, sir."

"Well, I'm mentioning it now. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen." She blushed, but did not reply. "And I will take off one minute of punishment for the correct response of not replying."

I fondled her left breast paying special attention to her nipple. It was erect and definitely paying attention. "Your body likes what I'm doing." I applied the first nipple clamp. 

"Uh... " A small tear came to her eye. 

"Shhh..."

Then I caressed her other breast and squeezed her nipple. Her breathing was getting deeper. As I applied it, she took a very deep breath and goose bumps appeared all over her abdomen. "Turn around and bend, legs wide." She complied immediately. I sat on the bed and reached between her legs for the third clamp. 

This time, I caressed her clit and found it to be very large and very wet. "Beautiful," I said. I played with it for a moment. It seemed as if she was ready to come. "Don't forget, you cannot at any time come without permission." She whined a bit and I applied the clamp to her clit. It took some time because it was very slippery so the clamp kept falling off. When I finally got it secure, she almost screamed. "Do not come." She was shaking from head to toe. I then slowly caressed her entire 

body. She whimpered as I talked to her, telling her how soft and perfect her skin was. Her breathing was ragged by this time. She seemed frantic as I began to spank her. "You may ask for permission to come when you feel the need, but hold off for as long as you can." I continued to spank first one, then the other ass cheek. 

"Please, sir, may I come?" 

I laughed. "You didn't hold out very long. No. Not yet. This is punishment, remember?"

"Yes, sir."

Her breathing was ragged as she stayed in position. Her legs were shaking. It seemed she was having trouble standing. I reached into my bag and took out some lubricant and an ass plug. I started to ease it into her ass, and she screamed, "PLEASE SIR, I NEED TO COME SIR."

"All in good time, Sweetheart." She groaned as the butt plug seated itself inside her. Then she started to hump the air uncontrollably. "Do NOT come," I said. I then began to spank in earnest, making sure to hit the butt plug every third time or so, which caused her great discomfort - at least her noise level increased. Deep deep breathing punctuated by 

"Uhhh" when she exhaled. She was an animal in heat. To have met her and talked to her about her sexual experiences, you would never have imagined that she could get so incredibly excited. 

My clothes quickly hit the floor. I stood behind her and slowly worked my way into the tightest vagina in the universe. 

With the butt plug in place, it was even tighter than it would normally have been. I began to pump and slap. "You may come when I do." It wouldn't be long. She was amazing. Her cunt was practically milking my cock as it moved in and out. I took it as long as I could with her quivering in front of me. I pulled off her nipple clamps as I started to come. 

Then pulled off the clit clamp. "Come for me, Cutie." That was all it took. Writhing in front of me, legs shaking, practically unable to stand, she came loud and long. Her cunt pulsed to the rhythm of her orgasm pulling me along with her. I exploded inside her. I had been waiting a long time for this myself and it seemed there was no end to the cum I poured into her over and over.




The Training Ch. 01



Long after I was tapped out, she continued to suck me into her cunt, giving out high pitched "uh's" every few seconds. I pulled out the butt plug and put it on the floor, then undid the cuffs. She couldn't move, so I lead her gently to the bed and held her close to me. She just kept breathing hard and shaking, her arms holding on to me for dear life. 

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her gently. "You did well, my pet. Very well." She just lay there breathing hard, quietly sighing.

Chapter Three

"Enough rest. We have a big day in front of us. Clean up my cock" She immediately moved to start licking my cock clean of all our juices. Surprisingly, I started to feel my cock respond to her ministrations. 

After a couple minutes, I said "good. Well done Sweetie. Stop." She stopped and looked at me. I reached into my bag and pulled out a dog collar. 

"Kneel." It took only a moment for her to remember what that meant and get into position. "This collar means you are mine for the duration of my visit. You will wear it from now on when we meet. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Remove your shoes and stockings." She did it without comment. I stood. "Follow me." I picked up my bag and lead her into the bathroom. "Ass." She quickly complied to the command by getting on all fours, her ass in the air. "Good, my love. You are beginning to learn obedience." I pulled out the enema bag and filled it with very warm water. "This is part of your fantasy. Not punishment." I stood in front of her. "Greet." She raised herself and opened her mouth. 

"Excellent. Mary, are you sure you've never had obedience training.?

"Yes, sir."

"Can you explain why you are doing so well for me?"

"No sir. Well, maybe, sir. Maybe it's because I want to, sir. I've never had an orgasm like that one and I trust you to take me anywhere you want, sir"

"I see." I looked at this incredible woman and shrugged. "Open wide." She opened her mouth as wide as she could. I took the ring gag and placed it in her mouth. It took a couple tries to get it seated into her small mouth. The opening to her mouth was now just right for me to penetrate her without rubbing against her teeth. I then took the cuffs and cuffed her hands together behind her back. 

"Ass." Her head went down and her ass went into the air. I lubed the nozzle and pushed it into her ass gently. I then knelt in front of her and started to slowly fuck her mouth, pushing a little farther with each thrust until she gagged slightly. I was almost completely in and touching the back of her throat at that moment, so I knew she would do well. 

After a minute or so, I opened the nozzle and warm water started pouring into her belly. She moaned. "move your tongue back and forth, Sweetie. I want to come again. Whenever I come in your mouth you will swallow. I understand there may be some leakage around the ring, but you will do your best." She started moving her tongue. God, it felt good. The bag was empty. I continued to pump. She moaned over and over again. The buzz of her moans and the movement of her tongue were taking me to another orgasm. I reached around her body and caressed her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, being a bit rough to them because they were so sensitive. Her moans got more intense and I said, "get ready for me to come." She just continued to moan. "Since you can't ask, I give you permission to come when I do, if you can." With that, I spilled into her mouth and she moaned loud and long between swallows. She seemed to be humping the air and shook a bit. Could she have come again? "Lick me clean, Sweetie," 

She did her best. I pulled out of her mouth and took off the ring. "Did you come?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good!" I was amazed." I pulled the nozzle out of her ass. "Hold it in." She looked very uncomfortable. "According to my calculations, you have eight more minutes of punishment coming. You will hold it for that long. Get into the tub and assume the Greet position facing me. She did. I removed the collar and cuffs. "I don't want these to get wet." I stood beside the tub and started to piss on her. The greet position included open mouth and I occasionally hit it. 

She started to close her mouth and thought better of it. I could see her swallow occasionally. When I was done, I said, "Don't move until I say it's OK. There are six minutes left. I will let you know when time is up. Then you may shower. Not until you are showered may you use the john. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

I stood and watched her. She was VERY uncomfortable. I got a big charge out of seeing her willingly be so uncomfortable at my direction. After a time, I said, "OK, you may shower now. After your shower, put the collar back on and come into the bedroom"

She quickly turned on the shower and I collected the gag, cuffs and bag and left the room so she could clean up and go to the john without me.

Chapter Four

She returned to the bedroom. "Bend," I said. She immediately bent over, legs spread, hands on knees. "Well done, Mary. Well done." I walked over to her and took some lotion from my bag. Just body lotion, but it felt good to me to start rubbing it all over her body, and it apparently felt good to her, too. I missed nowhere. 

Legs, arms, back, ass, breasts. Then, I took two fingers and explored her cunt. She gasped slightly. It was very tight and slippery even without the lotion. Her G-spot was already large and begging for attention. I played with it for a while, completely ignoring her huge, engorged clit. 

Her face was getting rosy, and her breasts were tightening. Nipples at attention. Then, I slipped a finger into her ass. 

Then two. Then I tried for three. It was very tight, but she was a trooper. Three finally slipped in. She was sighing and breathing deeply. "Stay." I went into the bathroom and washed my hands. I came back and she hadn't moved. She had a worried look on her face. I reached into my bag and took the blindfold and put it on her. "Now I want to to concentrate on the sensations. Nothing else." 

I took a ping pong paddle from the bag and gave her a swat. She almost fell over from the surprise, but I held her up. 

Then another swat. I continued in an irregular pattern so she couldn't predict when the next would fall. "Your ass was just not red enough anymore." I kept it up. "You are going to be the perfect submissive slut." By the time her ass was a beet red, my cock was ready again. "On the bed." 

She moved quickly to the bed. I cuffed her hands behind her. Then I got some long velcro stays from the bag and secured her into the fetal position lying on her side. I then lay down beside her and pulled her close, my cock against her ass. I started to enter her. It was tight, but I took it slowly and I was finally inside all the way. Amazing tightness. I then began to fuck her slowly. She whimpered. I reached in front and played with her clit as I pumped. Her back arched into me, drawing me deeper. I continued and she then moved against me, humping my cock deep inside her belly. 

After a while, she started to shake. I continued. The shaking continued. She began to scream. Loud. Her ass was so tight it almost hurt. (Almost!) That put me over the edge and I came once more. She stopped shaking and purred. 

Every few seconds, she spasmed and groaned. I held her against me. "Listen to me," I said. What you have experienced today is only the beginning. The passion has always been there waiting to come out. You have only to allow it to happen and it will. Today you allowed it to happen. When you serve your husband or anyone else, you must do your best to allow it to happen again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Our time is up for now. I am going in to shower. I am leaving you here as you are so you have nothing to do but to think of how wonderful it is to allow yourself to be passionate. Allow yourself to be present to whatever your partner does. You can be this excited even by vanilla sex if you really want to." I then left her there lying on the bed, my come seeping out of her still red ass. I returned to the bedroom. She was there, of course, so relaxed she was almost asleep. 

I untied her. I pulled her to me and rubbed her head until she fell asleep. I left all the toys there when I quietly left, hoping I would see her again



The Training Ch. 01



-Disclaimer: The events in this story are events that have happened between me and my pet recently. I will not use names, as both me and my pet want to remain anonymous. If you do not enjoy pain and bondage, this story is not for you.

*

"Pet, I have been thinking, and I think it is time that I put you through the training." I said to my pet, kneeling at my feet.

"What type of training?" She said, looking up at me confused.

"It is a basic type of training, used frequently in the BDSM community. For one week, you will submit to me fully, and you will not be allowed to cum until the very last day. After each session, I want you to write in a special diary I have bought for the occasion, telling me how you felt after each session." I said smiling.

"I... I can't cum for an entire week?" she said worriedly.

"Oh, I think you will enjoy it. I believe you can complete this training."

"Ye...Yes master." Said pet, looking down at the floor.

--- 1 WEEK LATER---

That morning I had put a note on the kitchen table, telling my pet that her training will start tonight. She was to be waiting in the playroom when I got home, in the present position. I came home from work and noticed that she wasn't at the computer where she usually was. I smiled and went downstairs and sure enough, pet was kneeling in the present position facing away from the door, waiting for me, her gag in her mouth and her body in rope bondage, her hands tied behind her back. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the scene. Pet must have sensed my presence, for she seemed to tense up a little bit.

I walk around her and unfasten her gag and take off my jeans and underwear. She didn't need to be told what to do as she leaned forward, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth. I placed my hands on her head and guided my cock gently into her mouth, as she moaned arousingly. She reached her hands around my legs, clinging to me, as I started to thrust insider he mouth, fucking her mouth slowly, getting faster as I went. I ran my hands through her hair and gripped it tightly and thrust hard, hearing her pleased moans. Pet always loved to be used, especially in a forceful manner.

I swiftly pull out of her and replace the gag in her mouth, as she whimpers plaintively, wanting to taste my cum in her mouth. I grab her collar and pull her up roughly, and she complies, standing up and parting her legs. I pulled her close to me, my cock rubbing between her legs, as I fondle her breasts roughly. She arches her back and moans, trying to pull away, afraid that she will cum and disappoint me. I smile and push her against the wall and shackle her arms above her, as I whisper into her ear. "This week isn't going to be easy my pet. You know that" She nods, squirming, pulling on her shackles, testing their strength. I smile and pull away, grabbing my flogger from the table.

Once she saw the flogger she shivered and squirmed. Pet has always loved the flogger. She once told me it was her favorite toy. She loves to feel the sting of the tips on her breasts, on her ass, and even on her pussy. She loves the pain. I can make her cum without even touching her, by just beating her breasts and ass with the flogger.

I bring the punishing weapon down on her breast, then the other, again and again I strike her breasts, leaving behind punishing red marks. Pet cries out at every strike, tears building up in her eyes, as her pussy starts to get wet and drip, as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. She struggles to hold it in, as she knows that if she releases, she will have failed me, and my pet hates failure. I put the flogger down and grab the pain crème, rubbing it softly over her breasts, caressing them, soothing the bite marks that my flogger left on her. Pet moans, sighing softly as I applied the crème.

I set the crème down and lift her leg, pressing my cock into her, as I massage my breasts. Pet's eyes open wide, as she tries to push me away, afraid that my cock inside of her will be too much. I force myself into her anyway, and lift her other leg and start thrusting hard and fast, as pet arches her back and moans loudly behind her gag, her orgasm getting closer and closer. Once I feel that she is right on the edge, I pull out and wait for a moment, before continuing. I start to fuck her again, getting faster and faster, until I finally cum inside of her. She clamps down tightly, preventing herself from cumming with me. I then pull out of her and unshackle her to the wall. She kneels down and clings to my legs. I let her settle down, her denied release pulsing inside of her, wanting to be let out.

Once she has settled down, pet sits down at the table, and starts to write in her diary.

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**Hi master! ~

As promised, slave is now writing you her log for tonight...

It felt a bit weird to once again fully wear my little gear. Ever since I'm with my new master, I've put on my rope bondages a couple of time already, so I was used to that - the rough ropes, so uncomfortable and yet so sexy and pleasing, tightly attached all over my body...

Rope bondage was a bit complex to do; one had to do three knots; one in between my breasts, one over my upper belly, and one over my mid belly. Then, I passed the two bit of ropes in between my pussy, and pull them, from my back, up to the rope around my neck, which already gives me a very exciting sensation on my pussy, feeling the rough ropes on my sensitive womanhood... already making me feel a bit wet...

then, the ropes had to overlap twice over my breasts, once upward, framing my breasts upper section, then another time by the lower section, the rope joining at the knot I made between my breasts... I do the same pattern over my bellies, and finalize by tying the remaining ropes all over my crotch~

At that point, my breasts were pretty squeezed by the ropes, only accentuating my excited feeling... I kneeled down in the playroom, but then remembered my gag and clamps, blushing, I ran across the room to fetch it, which I put swiftly across my mouth, gagging me in an uncomfortable position... I looked at myself in the mirror, giggling, feeling really excited as I then put on my nipple clamps, wincing a bit because it's painful... I always did so carefully, pinching my nipples vertically, the chains connecting both my nipples tugging down a bit, increasing the delicious pain... I kneeled down, waiting for you to come home... I sensed your presence when you entered the room, but i diddnt move. Then you started. First, the whipping session, which I tried to sit still, the pain enhanced by the pain felt through my clamps...

I was shackled, so it only further enhanced my arousal, as you know, I loved being restrained... especially the cold, hard and heavy steel chains securing my wrists was very exciting...

I then began to shiver a bit, as I felt your cock in me as you penetrated me, and I timidly started to move with you, making me moan... craving for more, as I carried on and you forced your way in me... as I squirmed in pleasure.

I was glad you allowed me a little pause in the middle, as I was panting, and yet craving for release, my pussy feeling so full, so wet... I knew, a little more would make me burst...

then you start over again, and I continued, carried on, but it was very hard, as I came very close to cumming, the ropes all tight, put around my pussy, really not helping, only enhancing the sensation... it took me some willpower to contain myself, as you finally released in me, and yet, forbid me, in this so delicious ending to let me cum...

I feel now a bit better, my pussy still full with desire, only awaiting to be unleashed, as it calms down slowly... ^^

thank you master for punishing me!~

-pet**



The Training Ch. 02



"Gentlemen, here is the project" James said to the darkened auditorium. "Her name is Alison C."

The woman stood and walked mechanically up the three steps to the small stage and stopped under the spotlight, her face blank. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a trim and compact body, and was clad only in a hospital gown and disposable paper slippers. When she turned to face the robed men who sat in the small darkened auditorium, it was apparent that she was drugged or hypnotized. She didn't see them at all.

"The background in this case is this: Alison is happily married, normal levels of sexual activity, restricted but typical range of the usual married sexual activities, libido in the low-normal range. She shows some receptiveness to new practices, but of course…

One of the Masters shouted out "Husband requests changes, right?"

James looked up in mild annoyance. "Not exactly. Both are in favor of modification. In fact, we're dealing with something of a transformation fetish here." 

"Another SNOOC?" Peter of Psychological asked. The Masters present knew this stood for Sexual, Nymphomaniacal, Orgasmic, Obedient, and Compliant. These were the psychological traits husbands most commonly requested for their wives, just as "BT/TA" was the most commonly requested physical traits: Big Tits/Tight Ass.

"Not exactly," James said. "Alison herself wants a larger bust and a change in hair color." James said. "And of course a more aggressive attitude towards sex." 

There were disappointed murmurs all around. "BOR-ring!" someone yelled out 

It seemed that every woman brought to the Masters' Mansion wanted the same things, or else their husbands or lovers wanted the same things for them: big tits, long legs, lots of hair, skinny, and sexual adventurousness, what the Masters had come to refer to as "the basic Britny Spears model, only with more talent."

"Now calm down." James said. "We're all Masters with unlimited wealth and powers here, so let's act like it, for God's sake."

"There is a difference with Alison C." he went on as the room quieted. "It seems both she and her husband would like her kept pliable, so that she can be changed and modified fairly easily. Now we haven't really tried anything like this before, so it could be something of a challenge."

Ferris of Facial Remodeling spoke up. "Hell, just give him a lifetime membership. We'll take her through the changes whenever he wants."

"That's what they all say." Arthur of Endocrine Engineering said, "But once they get their hands on those big bazoombas they never want to go smaller."

Davis of Psychopharmaceuticals spoke up. "That's not true! There was that Evans girl a couple years ago."

"Well for God's sake, yes." Arthur said with a laugh. "But We all knew she wouldn't fly with a 36 G bust. The poor girl couldn't even get close enough to a glass of water to get a drink, let alone get near enough to her boyfriend to kiss him!"

Again the hubbub broke out and James had to use his microphone.

"All right! All right!" he said. "Look, just because we've done this before doesn't mean it's easy. In fact, just because we have done it before, I want us to do a really bang up job on her, Masters. I want her to end up the hottest, filthiest, most obedient little slut that ever walked out of here.

"Master M? I'm putting you in charge of Alison C. It's about time you got your feet wet and showed us what you can do."

"Feet wet?" someone called out. "Dick wet is more like it!"

There were hoots of laughter.

"Okay, cut it out!" James said. "I'm going to reduce trance on her so M can start her evaluation. Don't let her see what a bunch of clowns you guys are!"

There were murmurs of "Yes, oh Great One!" and "I Hear and Obey!" and other sarcasms, but when James turned to the woman, they all flipped their hoods up over their heads, covering their faces, and the room lights dimmed dramatically.

"Alison C." James commanded. "When I snap my fingers, you will be in Trance state Alpha. You will find nothing unusual or alarming in your situation or your surroundings. You will not remember who you are, but this shall not trouble you. You will obey the words of the Master M. Is this clear to you?"

"Yes, Master." she said automatically.

"Good. Then trance state alpha." he snapped his fingers, and Alison staggered slightly and shook her head as if trying to clear a bad dream.

"Alison? I am Master M" the Master said, coming forward with his hood off. "Do you know where you are?"

She looked around herself, shrugged and shook her head. She didn't know, but it didn't seem to bother her.

"Would you take your gown off please?"

Alison smiled at him, then reached down to the hem of her gown and pulled it up off over her head and stood stark naked before the Masters, who appraised her with the eyes of engineers. M knew that the cameras were recording her as well and feeding the data into the Mansion's data base.

She had good muscle tone, good structure. There was plenty to work with here. M tried to see her as a project and tried not to think of the upcoming examination of her sexual functioning he would be conducting.

"Turn around please, Alison." he said, and she obeyed, showing her back to the crowd and peering over her shoulder at him.

James nodded at him, and M said. "Thank you, dear. Would you come with me please?"

He helped her off the stage and led her out a soundproofed door. As the door closed behind him he heard James introducing the next subject.

They were handling about four or five subjects a day now, and business was brisk. The Masters had had time to give her a quick look over and her design team would soon be meeting to consult photos and plan the changes they would make, all under the supervision of Master M. The Psych team would meet with Alison later that day to conduct the psychological evaluation and develop their plan of therapy, but meanwhile, Master M, as the Master in charge of her, had to conduct the preliminary sexual evaluation, before any changes were begun.

He led Alison down a curving windowless corridor, and as they walked, M tried to make small talk. "How are you today, Alison?" he asked.

"Oh I'm well, Master, thank you." 

That was apparently all she had to say. Subjects in Trance state Alpha were not known for their scintillating conversation.

M found the room he was looking for an opened the door. There were two chairs and a medical examination table. Next to the table was a biometric instrument of some sort.

"Would you please?" M asked, indicating the examination table, and Alison hopped up onto it and arranged herself. M attached the various electrode sensors to her forehead and scalp, her breasts and shoulders, her stomach and the insides of her thighs. A very slim soft plastic probe went into her vagina. "This may tickle a bit."

"It's cold." she said.

"It will warm up in a second. How is it now?"

"Fine" she said.

"Good. Now, just relax. We have a film we'd like you to watch."

M pulled down a flat screen TV monitor in front of the table, turned off the lights, started the instrument and hit PLAY on the disc player. Then as the film started, he sat down next to her with a clipboard on his lap.

The film started with scenes of couples kissing and fondling each other and moved into more extreme scenes of sex, homosexuals, intercourse, oral sex, S&M, exhibitionism, masturbation, almost every activity that mankind had learned to involve his gonads in for pleasure, and as the scenes played, M watched Alison's readout on the instrument. All the scenes she saw apparently appealed to her; all the functions on the printout showed increased activity as the film progressed and she became more aroused. The only dips occurred during anal rape, bestiality, and scat, which was not at all unusual.

By the time the film ended, all of Alison's functions had increased to the high- arousal stage and M asked her. "How do you feel?"

"Well!" she said. "That was quite a film. I feel…you know…kind of horny."

"Yes?" he asked. 

She nodded. Her eyes were on him and she was rubbing her thighs through the gown. Her hips were moving slightly. She was waiting for him to do something, but all he did was slip in another disc.

"Okay now," he said, hitting the play button again. "Now please watch this message, Alison."

"Hello." James' image said from the screen. His face smiled, then his voice took on a low and soothing tone. "Relax. Relax. You feel wonderful, completely at ease, safe and protected. You are loved and valued.

"I want to introduce you to a new trance state. This is called Trance State Gamma. You will like trance state Gamma. You will feel wonderful when you are in trance state Gamma. You will enter trance state Gamma whenever your Master commands. In Trance state Gamma, you have no inhibitions. You are not afraid of anything, you are not ashamed of anything in trance state Gamma. You know you are perfect and beautiful and everyone loves you when you are in trance state Gamma. In trance state Gamma you will do whatever you feel like doing as long as your Master permits it, because you know that everyone wants to do whatever you want to do. Do you understand trance state Gamma? If you understand, then I will turn over your control to your supervising Master, and you will do just what he commands you. Good day."

"Trance state Gamma." M announced.

He had never put a woman in Gamma and he was a bit worried as to what to expect. Alison immediately began to writhe slowly on the table and her breathing became deep and slow. She ran her hands sensuously down her body, stopping to cup and squeeze her breasts, then trailing down to pull at her crotch. "Oh God, yes!" she hissed. "I'm so fucking hot!" Her hips began to rotate against the seat.

Suddenly catching site of M, she looked at him from beneath her brows as her lips curled sensuously. "Fuck me." she said hotly. "Please fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you so bad."

M smiled uneasily. It didn't look like she had any major inhibitory reactions. He made a note on his clipboard.

Alison reached out and snagged him by his belt and pulled him to her. She rolled partially on her side and tore at his pants, opening them and pushing his shorts out of the way until she could grab his cock. 

She looked at him with a ferocious smile. "Oh yes, baby! I want this! I want this all over!"

Before he could stop her she sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth, growling like an animal. She sucked at him, letting his prick pop out of her mouth occasionally so she could roll it over her face as she hummed with pleasure. Despite himself M began to grow in her hot, wet mouth. She held his cock with one hand while the other delved under her gown to shamelessly massage her pussy.

"Oh baby, baby, baby!" she murmurs as she rubbed his hard cock all over her face, smearing saliva and his secretions on her lips and cheeks. She gulped him down again and M groaned as she took him in. His head rolled back as she sucked on his cock, hard.

This is what he's supposed to do, he thought. He's supposed to test her native sexuality and determine if she should be treated to be more sexually aggressive or less sexually inhibited. So far it seemed like her block is definitely inhibitory. With her inhibitions hypnotically removed, she was a cock hungry tigress.

"Mmm!" she groaned, his juice leaving sticky strings between her lips as she pumped his wet shaft and milked out a big drop of pre-cum. "Mmm yes, baby, yes!" she moaned, licking it up. She takes him down to the root and he feels his head hit her soft palate. She gags but does not stop as saliva begins to drip from her eager lips.

He could hear her other hand working in the sopping pit of her pussy now, could hear her abusing herself and slapping her clit in her excitement as she sucked his cock. He was fully hard now and he pulled away with her still hanging on, and he struggled with her to get her to let go of his tool.

:Wait! Wait!" he said. "I've got to fuck you!"

When she heard this her eyes rolled up into her head in ecstasy. "Oh baby, that's what I want too!"

Quickly she shucked out of her hospital gown and laid back down on the table, raising her knees to her chest and holding her pussy open for him. 

"Oh come on! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock, baby! I need it so bad!"

He dropped his pants and got up on the step between her legs. The table was at the right height for his cock to be perfectly aligned with her pussy, and as he moved towards her she spread her legs wide then closed them over his ass, trying desperately to pull him inside. "Please, baby, please!" she groaned, holding herself open and rubbing her clit violently.

M laid the head of his cock in the hot pool of juice that had collected in her pussy and stared down as he saw her pussy seem to grab at him, trying to suck him inside. He'd never seem a woman so hot in his life. Her hips were bucking as if she were already climaxing and he hasn't even entered her yet.

He pulled her hands off his cock and held them away from her body as he leaned his weight on his cock and began to push his way into her marshy depths. Her head was tilted back, her eyes stared sightlessly at the wall behind her as his cock began to stretch her out, pushing a shock wave of hot pussy flesh ahead of it as he crammed it into her. She groaned as if her soul were being torn from her body.

Inch by inch and centimeter by centimeter he sunk into her tightness, feeling her insides spasm as they tried to adapt to him, her thighs trembling on either side of her body. He went in excruciatingly slowly, she was so tight, and the pressure of his big piece as it sunk into her seemed like it was more than she could bear.

She clawed at his chest, tore at her own breasts, her fingers trapping and twisting her nipples in a desperate search for even more extreme sensation. 

She is finally loose enough so that he can move, and no sooner had be pumped into her once or twice than she comes in a shuddering climax, her back arched, her small breasts vibrating on her chest with the force of her orgasm. Her sheath contacts upon him like a Chinese finger trap, milking and squeezing as she comes, and M can't hold out. He thrusts into her, his ass clenches tightly, and he erupts into her, four, five, six times before falling across her limp and gasping body.

He picks up the clipboard. Where it says: "Uninhibited Sexual Response" he check the box next to "Optimal".

Two weeks later it is a different Alison C who stood naked an hypnotized on the pedestal before the assembled Masters as Master M explains her features with a pointer.

"True blond hair above and below, other non-facial body hair permanently depilitated. Her lower legs were extended by 7 centimeters, upper leg by 2 centimeters to make her more leggy. Some bony process on her kneecaps were subducted and smoothed to give a nice, clean line. Plantar ligaments in her feet were lengthened to allow her to wear extra-high heeled footwear for protracted time without cramping to her feet or toe damage."

The pedestal revolved slowly until her back is to the audience.

"Back here we rebuilt the gluteal mass and reshaped the buttocks into a more spherical form and tightened the ligaments to provide lift—that 'saucy derriere' that everyone seems to want. The interbuttock cleavage line was extended while the interbuttock distance was reduced by forty percent. giving that nice, tight 'booty'. We did no work on the ano-rectal region as per our agreement with Mr. C."

"Nice ass!" someone calls from the audience.

"Thank you." Master M says. "Jenkins did it. I really can't take credit."

"That Jenkins makes a hell of an ass!" the voice said.

The platform revolved again so that Alison was now facing the audience again. 

"Errr, the internal vaginal muscle tone was increased by thirty percent resulting in a corresponding decrease in resting vaginal diameter. We increased her internal elasticity so that how she recovers her tone faster to avoid stretch-out." Master M resumed. "She can just about crack walnuts with it now…"

"Master M, Please." James said from the audience.

"Oh. Sorry. Anyhow, all we did was a little cosmetic work down here and of course the standard clitoral enlargement. She came to us in pretty good shape. We enhanced the size of the G-spot and made it more accessible as well as increasing the amount of inervation in her channel for enhanced sensitivity. We increased the capacity and ducting of her Bartholin's glands for more efficient and rapid self-lubrication during arousal, and of course we supplied her with long term depot-based birth control to prevent pregnancy.

"Now up here we expanded her bust from a B cup to a C+. I didn't want to give her anything more at the moment. You know what they say, you can always go up, it's not that easy coming down, and personally, I thought a C+ was plenty for her frame. Anyhow, you can see that she now has a natural cleavage, and the angle of the upper slope is a very youthful one-ten degrees. Inner breasts pressure was increased accordingly to enhance her springiness without losing any of their natural jiggle. We expanded the nipple area proportionally to the breast augmentation, and increased the stiffness and size of the nipples during erection so that they are now capable of showing clearly through a fairly heavy sweatshirt or sweater."

The audience murmured appreciatively

"In her face we just smoothed out some wrinkles, enhanced her muscle tone and gave her lips a little collagen boost for that blow-job-ready look, nothing major." 

He stopped and put down the pointer.

"And psychological?" James asked.

"Oh!" M yelped. "Forgot, heh-heh. Well, we were lucky with Alison. All we had to do was lower her inhibitory barriers. She already had all the zip she needed. She was just afraid to use it. And since she'll probably undergo more modification in the future, we just used hypnotherapy and drugs to lower her inhibitions. That way the changes are easily reversible.

"Any questions?" he asked.

Evans raised a hand. "You still have to have her styled, I take it?"

"Oh yes. Definitely. In fact, she's going to the salon this afternoon to have her hair done and find a look for her."

"Are you leaning towards anything?"

M shrugged, "Well, personally, I was thinking something along the lines of 1960's slut,. or some kind of slut. But slut, definitely."

There were murmurs of approval from the audience. You couldn't go wrong with a slut look

James stood up. "Well, Master M. I think you've done admirably for a first project. Very nicely done. In fact, when she's been polished I wouldn't mind you bringing her by my suite. I'd like to see how she performs."

The makeup turned out to be easier than the clothes. First of all, Master Maurice thought that a 60's retro look would be just fabulous, so he gave her a 1960's style hairdo, straightening the natural waves so that her long hair hung down to the middle of her back. Bangs made her look very young and innocent. Then Master Bruce did her makeup, heavy on the dark eyeliner and metallic blue eye shadow, pale lipstick with heavy gloss to give her what he referred to as "cum-smeared lips". When they finished she looked like teenager who'd just been orally raped. 

In Wardrobe they had some difficulty. Maybe Master M was just being cautious with his first project, but he thought the fishnet stockings made her look just too cheap. Brother Joe who was in charge of the wardrobe that day shrugged.

"Too cheap?" he asked. "There ain't no such thing as too cheap in my book."

They settled on a knit mini-dress in taupe, with gray garterless seamed stockings, and black pumps with four-inch heels. The dress buttoned all the way up the front, and M found that he had to leave all the buttons undone down to the level of her nipples in order to keep the dress from puckering. Since she wasn't wearing a bra he had some worry that she might spill out of the dress, but it was tight enough that she was kept in place, and the stretchy knit fabric made her breasts look as if they couldn't wait to burst out. For modesty's sake he made her wear a black thong.




The Training Ch. 02



The final test would be when M put her into her final trance state, trance state Omega. This was a state designed for her alone, where all the psychological modifications they had made would be activated. In Omega, she would be the finished product and ready for use.

M had been careful with the design of her final trance state. He wanted her inhibitions low, but not so low she would be clawing at every man she saw. He also wanted her to be able to remember who she'd been when she came here so that she would be conscious of the changes that had been done on her body. He knew a few cases that had been able to remember, and to his mind this gave them an extra erotic edge that memory-blocked girls just didn't have. 

When she was finally ready, he took her to a quiet corner and looked her over once more. She was still in Beta, the deepest trance level. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted and expectant. Her breasts thrust out aggressively, her ass was high and proud, the roundness of each buttock obvious through her knit dress. He licked his lips.

"Trance state Omega." he said.

Suddenly she came to life. Her eyes focused and she blinked them several times, trying to get her bearings. Then she looked down at herself and smiled. 

"Oh yes." she said. "Oh yes I like this!"

She stretched, feeling her new body. Her new breasts pushed out the bodice of the dress so far that M was afraid she'd pop a button. She took a few steps and went to one of the full length mirrors.

"Oh yes, I like this very much! Oh my gosh, look at my boobs!" she said. She turned to M. "Did you do this to me?"

"Well, I was in charge." he said nervously.

"Oh my ass! What a gorgeous ass! Oh my God! I'm so sexy." she said. "So sexual." She ran her hands down her new body.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"I feel absolutely great! I feel like I'm twenty years old! God, am I horny, too!" she smiled at him. "Now how can I ever thank you?" she asked suggestively.

M shook his head ruefully. "Sorry, I can't. Supervising Masters aren't allowed to have sex with their own creations. It's the rule. So we don't make all our girls look like we'd like them to look. But from now on, any Master who wants you may have you."

She looked at him curiously, as if that sounded vaguely familiar to her.

"Here" he said, handing her a pair of mirrored sunglasses. "I know how you'll want to check out the faces of the men checking you out. Come on I'll show you around. Do you remember your name?"

"Of course," she said, taking the sunglasses and slipping them on. "I'm Alison. No, wait. I used to be Alison. Now I'm different. Now I think I'll be Ally."

She pulled back some strands of blonde hair and looked at him. "How do I look?" she asked.

He saw his own face in her glasses. His mouth was open. "Fucking great." was all he said.

It took her only a few steps to get used to her heels, and then she adopted a very sexy, aggressive swagger, her hips working liquidly behind the tight skirt, her breasts jiggling provocatively. She held his arm as they walked so that he could feel her heavy tits as they bounced, and the soft sound of her stockings rubbing together drove him wild.

They walked across the main lobby of the Mansion where many of the Masters had their offices, and they had not gone far when they bumped into James.

"Well who have we here?" James asked with a smile.

"Er…this is Ally." M said. "Ally, this is Master James. He runs the place."

"How do you do?" she asked politely.

"Very well, Ally. Quite well." he turned to M. "Well, I think that you've pretty much finished your project now, Master M. I'm sure I can take over from here. I'd like to have your final report as soon as possible."

M got the hint. "Of course, Master James." he said softly, turning and heading for his own office on the third floor. 

Well, he thought, I guess it is something to have the Grand Master like your work enough to want to take her for his own use. But still…

James took Ally over to the bar and got her a drink. He could look down at her chest and see a big shadow of cleavage and most of the upper part of her creamy breasts, and he loved the way her nipples were faintly visible through the knit dress where they caused the stitches to part from the thrust of her tits.

Ally could remember enough of her training to recall that she was now supposed to act like a slut, but she didn't feel especially sluttish. She felt desirable, confidant, and totally in control. She was pretty sure she could handle James or any other Master that might come poking around. In fact, she felt absolutely devastating. She gave James a good long look at her new dream tits, pushing them out innocently as she pretended to look around the room. 

Go ahead and look! she thought, Because that's as close as you're going to get. So eat your heart out!

"Why don't we go into my office?" James asked her.

She shrugged. "Why not?"

They walked into James' office and he closed the door behind him. Ally was surprised to see that in addition to a desk and chair, there was a full sized double bed.

He turned to her with a smile. "Okay bitch, now let me see how you can use that mouth!" he said, unzipping his pants.

Ally was shocked by his words, but she was even more shocked by her reaction. She felt a sudden surge of erotic heat in her pussy and her legs felt weak, she began to salivate and she had an almost overwhelming urge to feel his big cock in her mouth. She remembered enough about old Alison to know that this reaction was \totally out of character, but she could not deny the helpless thrill that shot through her. His words were more exciting than anything she had ever heard in her life.

"Yes, Master." she heard herself say, and to her astonishment she fell to her knees before him and opened her mouth.

James took his big black cock and slapped it heavily against her open lips, and each slap was an erotic jolt to her body. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy gush with wetness as her labia began to swell.

"Nnngh!" she moaned as she pursued his cock with her open mouth like a baby bird vying for its mother's attention. Finally, when he was hard enough, he let the head on his cock fall into her mouth and she sucked him in, humming in pleasure as she felt his thickness slide over her lips.

The feeling in her mouth was unbearably erotic, and the idea that she was giving pleasure to a Master just increased her arousal. She took his shaft in one hand and began to masturbate him while with the other hand she tickled his balls with her long nails.

"Yes!" he hissed down at her, "Suck my cock you little slut!"

His words inflamed her so much she had to open her mouth around his cock and groan while she continued to work her mouth back and forth on his tool. Yes she was a little slut, and the words filled her with a delicious shame, a thrill of wickedness. She was a little slut and she loved it.

He felt so incredibly virile and potent on her tongue, like essence of male. Her body ached now with need and emptiness, and with her own hand she began to squeeze her breasts, finding them incredibly sensuous both to her touch and in their response. The pleasure she felt in her breasts merged with the ache in her pussy to set her body on fire.

"Mmmm! Mmm!" With both hands on his cock she fucked her face on him, slurping and licking his dick with her tongue, stopping every so often to suck him deep, deep, fighting not to gag, wanting to feel him in her stomach. She shoved him deep back against her tonsils and closed her throat on him, making him groan, and when she pulled his cock from her mouth, working fast to swallow her mouthful of saliva, long streams of mucus and pre-cum stretched from her swollen lips to the head of his cock., and these she swiped up with her tongue and fed back into her mouth.

"That's it cunt!" he whispered, "You little cock-sucking tramp! Now get up here and get that fucking dress off!"

Shuddering at the delicious sting of his words, she reluctantly let go of his beautiful cock and stood, her eyes smoldering. She had no choice, but she wanted to do it too. She wanted him to see her nakedness. She didn't bother with all the buttons. She just pulled the dress open and the buttons gave. She put her arms back and let the garment fall from her shoulders.

He watched her disrobe with a leer on his face. He knew the mental turmoil she was going through as the woman she had been struggled with the woman she had become, and M was right: it did add to the thrill. He liked it that the old Alison was still around to watch the new Ally's degradation. It made it more exciting.

James got on the bed with his cock pointing straight up. "Come on baby. Take off that thing and suck me off. I'm not done with you yet."

She stripped off the flimsy thong that had covered her pussy and got on the bed wearing only her stockings, unable to stop herself. She fell on his cock with a strangled moan of lust and began bobbing her head up and down and beating him off again, her ass in the air, her new tits swaying and slapping against his thigh. Every time she took him especially deep he rewarded her with a sharp slap on her exposed ass, which was like a jolt of pure pleasure to her, making her squeal and suck faster. Her face was wet and a mixture of saliva and his secretions ran down the stalk of his cock and over her pumping hands.

She was desperately aroused, almost in pain, and she longed to suck him deeper, to fill her mouth with his meat. She couldn't believe the change in herself. She wanted him to slap her, to use her, and one part of her was filled with shame at her lewd behavior, while the rest of her—the new Ally—reveled in the degradation.

She heard the door open but didn't dare lift her mouth off James' delicious cock, not even when James said, "Master Evans! Come on in and check this out!'

Through the squishing and sudsy sounds of her mouth on James' enormous black cock she heard another man say. "That's Master M's girl, isn't it?"

"Fuckin-ay" James said breathlessly "The whore's got a mouth on her! Christ on a crutch!"

She felt a hand slide over her ass. "She's got a gorgeous ass too. I saw her in the lobby! Mind if I join?"

Ally moaned. She pulled her mouth off James' tool and looked over her shoulder at Evans. He was a powerfully built man with salt-and pepper hair and a moustache and he was looking at her with undisguised lust. Ally was outraged and embarrassed to be caught naked with a strange man's prick in her mouth, and she meant to tell him to leave her the hell alone, but that was not what came out.

Instead she had the sudden image of a thick cock sinking into her from behind, so clear she could almost feel it, and her excitement just overwhelmed her shame. She wiggled her ass back at him and groaned with desire. "Fuck me!" she cooed. "Fuck me while I suck his cock!"

Evans' hand slipped over the roundness of her ass and into her crack, reached beneath her into her wetness and sloshed around in her swampy cunt, his thumb pressing against her asshole.

"Oh yeah." Evans sighed. "That's an ass! That Jenkins is a fucking wizard!"

The feel of his rough hand on her was so delicious, so exciting, she thought she might swoon. She spread her legs wide and dropped her back lower, pushing her ass up towards his hand as he continued to fondle her, The engorged bud of her artificially enlarged clit peeked from between her lips and as his finger ran over it she moaned deeply and shuddered. She could feel her excited oils just swamping her pussy, running down her labia and dripping in long strings onto the bed below. If she didn't get something hard into her fast she would go mad.

She reached beneath her and dipped two fingers into her pussy, capturing her clit between them and began to masturbate as she sucked on James' cock, fucking her hips up and back. Again, one part of her looked on in absolute horror while the other part just reveled in what she was doing. Her fingers were quickly soaked, her oils coating her manicured nails.

"Suck me, bitch! Suck my big black cock!" James hissed. "Fuck her Evans! I want to see this slut come when she drinks my jizz!"

She felt Evans get on the bed behind her, and she pressed her belly even lower to the bed, cocking her ass up obscenely. She cried out as she felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and then howled as he pushed himself into her, stretching her out, stuffing her.

"Oh Christ yeah!" he growled. "She's tighter than hell!"

"Oh Fuck!" she screamed, her mouth full of saliva and James' secretions. "Oh fuck yes!"

Lights went off behind Ally's eyes, She froze, not even daring to masturbate as she filled with a wonderful mix of pleasure and pain as Evans cock plowed her open. Evans grabbed his big tits and used them for leverage as he squeezed his cock into her, and little orgasms crackled through her body like heat lightening.

"Oh shit, baby!" James moaned. He could feel Ally's new excitement in her sudden desperate sucking on his cock.. "Don't stop now, you little cock sucker, I'm going to come!"

Unable to breath for the pleasure she felt, Ally pulled her mouth off his cock and James impatiently brushed her hand away. He took his cock in his own hand and began to masturbate, holding her hair in his other hand, aiming the head of his cock right at her open mouth.

"Here, bitch! Here. you little whore! Ugh! Ugh!"

His hips leaped up from the bed and he began to shoot into Ally's mouth, splattering his come on her tongue and face. Overcome with excitement Ally put her face down on his thigh as his cock continued to erupt with his pearly semen, flooding his come over her cheek and into her mouth.

Evans now began to plunge into her, but she was so tight he could hardly move. He watched her pussy as it puckered in and out with the movements of his cock, and Ally felt as though her entire insides were moving with him. She grunted like an animal as he squeezed her big tits and pressed his thumbs into her stiff nipples, the pain mixing with the burning pleasure she felt, and her hand resumed its frantic masturbation of her clit. Her legs were spread wide, the tendons in her thighs standing out sharply and juice hung in viscous streams from her overstuffed pussy as he fucked into her, his groin slapping sharply against her upraised ass.

"Too tight!" Evans gasped. "Too fucking much! I'm gonna make it! Fucking bitch you're gonna make me come!"

He slapped her ass hard as he felt his come approaching, and Ally felt him swell inside her, He squeezed her tits and pulled her back, impaling her on his hard cock. She screamed through her come-strung lips as she felt him throb inside her, and as the first bolt of come blast into her she let herself go, falling into a shattering orgasm, her body writhing and twisting, her tight pussy milking Evans' cock with spasms of release. Her face fell on James' leg, smearing her cheek in the puddle of come that had collected there as she moaned and sobbed in overwhelming pleasure.

Finally Evans' deep throbbing slowed and stopped as he spit the last of his semen into her. The come began to ooze out of her pussy, and as he pulled out a large wad of their mixed juice followed it, sliding down the inside of her thigh. Evans got shakily to his feet.

"Yeah, Master James." he said. "I think this one's ready."



The Training Ch. 03



Hello and welcome one and all to my first chain story. Thanks go to Alicia Charms for being brave enough to submit a chain story in the first place, Dr Mabeuse for writing such a good 2nd chapter and Tatewaki for letting me slip in front of him in the queue.

If you haven't read the previous two chapters: go read them. Or else you won't understand anything that's going on. Feedback is always appreciated and remember to vote before you leave (5 is a nice number, hint, hint).

Hope you enjoy. The Earl.

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Alison scurried out of Master James’s office, pulling at her dishevelled dress to try and get it to return to some kind of respectability. It seemed impossible that it could ever have covered her; it was two sizes too small. She was aware of avaricious eyes staring at her as she scuttled through the bar and she could feel Ally’s hyper-libido start to surface again. She could feel the eyes coursing over her body, which was slipping further out of her disarrayed garments with every stride. She had to get away from them before she did something…something else she regretted.

Spying an open door, she ran in, slamming it behind her. The room was dark and furnished only with a bed. Another of the ‘playrooms’ she thought bitterly. She sank down on the bed and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror that was on one of the walls. She looked like a doll.

This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be more aggressive in sex, but not this. She’d just had her veto power over her body removed at the slightest hint that a guy was interested in her and had rolled over to be fucked. Was she going to do this every time a man came near her? Was the rest of her life going to be spent being fucked six ways from Sunday by any man that showed an interest?

She smiled involuntarily. It had felt good though. Maybe it would be fun to go out there again and see what the other Masters were like…

Alison resisted this chain of thought. That was Ally speaking: the out of control nympho, who appeared to be controlling any of her thoughts about sex. Fuck, it felt like her head was splitting. Alison felt like she was in control, but she knew as soon as anyone else turned up, she was going to be left a helpless bystander while Ally fiddled with her body. She had to go and find Master M. Maybe he could put her back in control.

Suddenly the door swung open, banging back against the wall. A hooded figure stood in the door, silhouetted by the bright light that streamed in. Alison raised a hand to her forehead, her eyes squinting as she tried to make out the figure from the blinding sudden light. Then it spoke.

“Come with me.” The voice was quiet and soft, but carried an unmistakeable air of command. Alison got up from the bed before she realised and followed the figure from the room.

Q had observed Alison’s presentation from the back of the auditorium because it would have been considered presumptuous by the other masters to move closer. It was a very difficult position to maintain. On one hand, the other Masters couldn’t manage without Q’s undoubted skills, but on the other, the renegade Master represented the very anathema of their personal ambitions and opinions. They were all very strict doms who took great pleasure in humiliating their subjects, while Q was happy just to enjoy them. As sole member of a minority group, all sorts of opinions and expectations were attached to the renegade master. Q actually had no problem with their sexual quirks; they could do whatever they wanted, but the other masters resented any difference from their norm.

Alison’s noisy performance earlier had peaked Q’s interest and the sudden exit had settled it. The master had flicked up the gown’s hood and decided to take her to more private quarters.

Alison followed, her mind consumed with fiery thoughts of hate and fury while her body trotted meekly towards this strange Master’s private quarters. From what she’d seen of the other Masters, they’d all been loquacious and smarmy. This one hadn’t said anything apart from that first sentence and had crept with an odd grace away, not barracking or boasting with colleagues on the way out. Curiouser and curiouser.

Her interest was caught further by the fact that her leader wasn’t taking his hood down. Maybe this one didn’t love himself as much as Master James.

They turned into the quarters. It was well lit and spacious, but most of the room was taken up by a huge bed. It looked like the room had been designed around the bed, rather than the bed chosen for the room. As Alison turned to look at the Master, Q flicked her hood back, delighting in the look of blank incomprehension in Alison’s face as it revealed long jet-black hair and a definitely feminine face.

“But…but…but,” she stuttered, her mouth working without the brain having fully recovered from its shock yet. Q stopped her with one finger laid softly against her lips. The hand spread and her palm slid smoothly across Alison’s cheek and down to her neck. Q stepped forward and kissed her.

The feeling rushed through Alison and she felt a deep surge of erotic energy pulse through her body as soft red lips pressed into hers. Her lips parted and she began to kiss back; hesitantly at first, but with more conviction as each second passed.

They broke away and Alison reached for composure with the last vestiges of her control. “Who are you? Are you a Master?”

“I am Master Q.” At the confirmation that she’d kissed another Master, another erotic thrill rushed through Alison and she struggled not to throw herself at the woman in front of her. Q continued, amused at her reaction. “I am the only female Master. They…tolerate me because of my unparalleled talents in my field. I tolerate them because I get to enjoy the fruits of their labours. Like you.” Her finger traced the line of Alison’s jaw and she watched, enthralled as the girl shivered at her touch.

Ally felt her body rolling on the grace and smoothness of the unexpected English accent. Q’s voice seemed like liquid honey, dripping from her throat and coating everything she said with a soft allure.

“I must say, they’ve done a very good job on you.” Ally’s body thrilled with the compliment and she felt the mysterious Master’s hands skim down her back to clasp her arse briefly. Q’s lips curved seductively into a satisfied grin. “Oh yes, that’s good. Jenkins is an utter genius.”

They kissed again and Ally felt herself falling as Q manoeuvred her gently back onto the bed. Inside her head, a solitary voice was screaming that this wasn’t her, this wasn’t what she did, this wasn’t her…

Q’s hand grazed over her hips and the voice was quashed in the sheer thrill of pleasure. The renegade master moved her fingers, pressing firmly against Ally’s hips. The movements were slight, yet intensely erotic. Ally whimpered.

“I am the foremost expert in nerve technology.” Q spoke softly, her lips nuzzling Ally’s ear. “The other masters tolerate me, because I am the only woman in the world who can rewire your nerve endings to produce this kind of effect.” As she spoke, her fingers slid down the outside of Ally’s thigh, just grazing the skin, but causing all of her hairs to stand on end. Her other hand had worked its way between them and stroked across Ally’s stomach, seamlessly pulling apart the dress in a deft slight of hand.

Q’s smile broadened at the effect she was having on Ally and she removed the remnants of the dress to view the blonde’s body properly. Ally was now clad only in a black thong which contrasted sharply against the tone of her skin, making the sight of her somehow more erotic than if she’d been completely naked.

Q stood back from the bed and Alison sat up, rising with the Master’s movements as though they were attached by an invisible thread. She ached for the Master, her body reactions completely alien to her. Q undid some unseen fastening inside her gown. She wriggled her shoulders in an unexpectedly feminine manner and her robe slid to the floor, revealing nothing underneath.

In the sudden nudity, Ally was slightly surprised to note that Q had a fairly modest body: no voluptuous curves, no blonde hair, no huge breasts. The Master was slender and petite in a way not suggested by the all-concealing robes. It was something of a contrast to her new body; almost an antithesis. It was, however, one of the most desirable things she’d ever seen in her life.

Q smirked at Ally’s undisguised admiration. James had probably just used her to get off. Q took it as an obligation to show Ally the advantages of being a slave.

Ally reached out, her hand extended in a gesture of sheer desire, but Q shoved her roughly back onto the bed. The Master followed her onto the silk sheets, straddling her prostrate captive, her pussy pushing against the thin black thong that decorated Ally’s groin. Q pulled thin extendable straps from the bedposts and fastened them to Ally’s wrists, securing her to the bed. Ally’s body thrilled with the feeling of total submission; her body was being taken without her having any say in the matter and the adrenalin pulsed through her system.

Q roughly kissed her, her hands frantically roving her captive’s body, attempting to explore every inch in a second. Then, her initial all-consuming lust temporarily sated, she began to slowly move down Ally’s body, kissing and licking at Ally’s neck.

Every touch was glorious pleasure, a firebrand attached to her nerves, almost painful in it’s intensity. Ally struggled against the straps, desperately trying to free a hand, so she could touch herself. She needed to touch herself, needed an ever more extreme sensation and the fact that her bonds were preventing it brought out a strange frustration which aroused her further.

Q’s hands cupped Ally’s perfectly rounded breasts, enjoying their weight and the smooth silkiness of the skin. Her thumbs caressed a jutting nipple and she couldn’t resist slipping her mouth over it to suck, her tongue exploring the crinkled skin of the aureolae. Ally jumped, electricity coursing through her veins. Hairs stood up and her skin fizzed as Q trailed her fingertips lightly over her stomach.

Q’s movements were slow and languorous, but her hands seemed to be everywhere. Ally started to pant; her breathing coming in short sharp bursts as the Master’s hands awakened every inch of her skin.

Q looked up at her, the smirk plastered across her face. Ally stared into her eyes, abstractly noticing that they were brown, as the Master’s grin grew. Q’s fingertips were drawing little diagrams on her captive’s inner thigh and, although not touching her groin, was sending fireworks up and down Ally’s left leg, igniting her pussy.

Q stayed there for a second, one hand propping her up to look into her captive’s eyes so that she could watch Ally’s face. Her alabaster skin was flushed and her over-the-top makeup was smudged with sweat. Q’s fingers slid further up Ally’s leg with every movement, causing a jerk and a gasp as her fingers got closer and closer, but never quite touched.

Ally closed her eyes, her senses focusing on the trailing hand that was causing her so much agony and ecstasy in equal measures. Every time the hand circled near her pussy, she bucked her hips, desperately trying to force it to make contact. She was only vaguely aware of a hand tugging at her thong, before it was suddenly gone. She opened her eyes to see Q waving a small pair of scissors.

Q tossed away the thong and deliberately slid her fingers up to brush the outer edge of Alison’s shaven quim. Alison jumped further, a small moan escaping from her lips. Q’s lips curved as the smirk widened further. She pulled away slightly to attach straps to Ally’s ankles, the palms of her hands trailing down Ally’s legs as she moved, before gently squeezing her heels. Ally watched Q’s lithe body move, her hyper-libido preventing her from removing her eyes from the Master’s arse. Q slid back up her body, resuming her position between Ally’s legs. Her fingers crept to her captive’s pussy, drawing little circles just above her clit, before sliding down and pressing inside her.

Ally closed her eyes, her entire body shuddering with the intense sensations racking her. Sure, she’d been with another woman before, but it had never been anything like this. Q pressed in and withdrew slightly to add a second finger. Ally’s pussy was soaking the sheets and the corkscrewing motion of Q’s fingers as she thrust in and out weren’t doing anything to decrease her arousal.

The rhythmic stroking was driving Ally mad. She groaned, a sound resonating from the very depths of her body. Q’s other hand was running up and down the outside of Ally’s thighs, the lesser sensation providing a perfect counterpoint to the other. That was drowned out by a sudden rush of sensation, as Q added a turn to her rhythm, pressing upwards to find her G-spot. Ally whimpered, her entire body going slack as the sudden pressure on her sensitive spot collapsed her joints.

Q could feel a rush of excitement entering her as she fingered her captive. Her body was responding to Ally’s little moans and the feelings that she got from doing this were close to overwhelming her. Unable to resist it any longer, she bent her neck and applied her tongue to Ally.

The effect was electric. Ally threw her head back, almost screaming with the intensity of her pleasure and her hips bucked, trying to force more of Q’s tongue onto her. Q began to lick her, using the flat of her tongue to drag over the top of her captive’s pussy while her fingers continued to move, pressing and thrusting, applying pressure to Ally’s clit from both sides. The Master had to restrain herself from licking like a frantic dog and concentrate all her efforts into a slow and steady rhythm.

Ally could feel her orgasm building, a hot coal inside her. Her skin felt boiling and it felt like she was giving off waves of heat as the pleasure throbbed inside her. She bit her lip, her teeth scoring the inside as the Master’s attentions convulsed her body. Her back arched and the ecstasy spilled over, emanating from her groin and shaking her body, her pussy convulsing around Q’s fingers. She felt like she was screaming, her body disintegrating in the force of her pleasure, but all that escaped her lips was a long drawn-out moan.

Q shuddered, a wave of pleasure crossing her at Ally’s orgasm. She waited until Ally had completely finished, before withdrawing her administrations. Leaning forwards, she licked her captive’s stomach, enjoying the salty taste of Ally’s sweat.

Ally lay back on the bed, feeling as though any moment she was going to sink through it. She was only vaguely aware of Q undoing one of her wrist restraints and by the time she opened her eyes again, the Master was already slipping into her robe.

Ally sat up, disappointed that it seemed to be ending. “Don’t you want me to…” She fumbled with her other wrist restraint, unfamiliar with the clasp.

Q smiled as she shucked the robe around her shoulders, the gown enveloping her body. “No, I’m good. No offence, but there are slaves here who know more about how to do it than you. No offence.”

“Is that why you’re a Master? So that you can find girls who know how to fuck?” Ally asked, a bitter note marring the attempted innocent query.

Q laughed. “Course not. I’m here because I like giving women pleasure. I know where every nerve in you is and how to work them properly.” She stepped forwards and grabbed Alison’s knee, her thumb pressing just below her kneecap and grinding slowly. Alison jumped, a sudden rush of pleasure infusing her. “I just like to make girls cum.”

“So why haven’t you gone for the upgrade yourself?”

“Because I’m pretty already. All those arsehole Masters out there would love to fuck me and change me and make me their property. I’m not letting any one of them mess with my mind. And I’m definitely nobody’s property.” She leant forwards and kissed Alison on the mouth, briefly, but firmly. “I do lend myself out sometimes though.” Another grin caressed her mouth as she flipped up the cowl of her gown to become an androgynous Master again.

“I’ll tell you one thing though. The only way to work this place is to use it for your own purposes. At the moment you’re struggling with the new you that someone’s put in your mind, you’re not used to the way your body responds or the way your mind responds. You probably feel like you’re there’s someone else at the wheel and like you have no control.

“It’s not a different person though. Everything that you are now is just everything that you were before. There’s just different aspects of you to the fore at different times. So stop giving yourself a complex and enjoy yourself. You are who you are and if you can accept that all of this is you, then you’ll have a much better time here.”

She turned to leave. “See you around.”

As the door shut, Alison was left astounded at her perception. Maybe being Ally wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, if it meant she could experience that again, then it was worth not being in control. She checked herself: She was in control. It was just a different aspect of her at different times. She could handle this. She doubled over, her fingers trembling as she attempted to unfasten the ankle manacles, a smile coming to her face as she thought of the possibilities.

Q walked out of her rooms, but changed direction to walk away from Master James who was waiting outside.

“So I hear you’ve been enjoying our latest recruit. Are you getting any closer to deciding when you want to be a changee? We could have dinner in my quarters to discuss it if you like.”

Q walked off, her only reply a raised middle finger held over her shoulder. James smiled and muttered to himself. “Don’t worry Quieta. I’ll get you soon.”

The next chapter should be coming soon. Remember: All writers have fragile egos and if you vote nicely, then they'll be more likely to write more. The 5 vote is just beneath here :D. The Earl



The Training Ch. 04



The Six from Japan

Master James had been fucking the living shit out of Alison for hours. She'd been strapped face down into a wrought-iron bondage horse, one with comfortable leather padding and thick leather straps. Her insatiable body had been well used all morning. It finally learned the meaning of the phrase ‘totally spent.' The always cunt-hungry Head Master made sure he ravaged all three of her cock-starved holes, filling them repeatedly with his come. The precious, viscous stuff leaked out of her. It oozed out of her stretched, fully dilated asshole and battered, gaping pussy. She felt like she'd been doing Kegel exercises for ten hours straight. Her pussy couldn't grip anything smaller than an eggplant right now. 

Alison wished that the leather-wrapped iron ring that kept her mouth pried open would vanish. She hated even a drop of James' come escaping from her lips. The ring gag allowed his creamy spunk and her thin drool to flow out of her mouth. It pooled on the polished planks of the walnut flooring. Seeing the white tendrils of his love mixed in with the clear spittle leaking from her mouth made tears well up in her eyes. 

As spent as she felt, Alison knew that if he decided to take her again, she'd be more than willing. Being well-loved without love getting in the way suited her just fine. She knew and accepted the difference. Felix loved her. James fucked her soundly and well, but would discard her in a heartbeat when it suited him.

She planned to make sure that this never happened.

"We're late, Alison. You've got to hurry. Make me come one last time." Master James, the Head of the Masters Guild, undid the straps from behind Alison's head and removed the ring gag. Her sore jaws creaked shut. Before she could properly work out the stiffness Master James' thick, black cock banged at her lips, demanding entrance. Her wide, pearly gates opened for him. His rigid tool brushed past her teeth without being scraped. She was well trained in oral service. She never made such an amateurish mistake. Master James ruthlessly skullfucked the bound woman. Her tightly secured body allowed nothing to move except for her hair as his hips slammed against her lips and nose.

Alison's toes and fingers grasped empty air, desperate to find solid purchase as Master James rode her face. Her secured wrists and ankles strained in the cuffs, denied even a creak from the well-worn leather. How many others had lay prostrate like this, awaiting his cock? She willed the unpleasant thought away. They were gone. She remained. His cock pulsed inside her mouth. That meant something. The Mansion crawled with attractive, willing women. He could have any of them. He repeatedly chose her to provide him with pleasure. That pleased her in return.

She had come to enjoy the feeling of helplessness, of being made to serve a man without question. Her pleasure mounted as Master James, usually a silent comer, uttered deep, guttural grunts. Alison sucked as hard as she could. She loathed the brace that kept her from being able to move her head. Bobbing her head would increase the stimulation. She wanted to provide him with the ultimate blowjob, but felt severely limited by the restraints. 

She needn't have worried. Master James had enjoyed his morning. This final act would keep him buoyed all day. He slamfucked her talented mouth, knowing that depriving her of motion for so long, then freeing only this one part of her would result in oral gymnastics of unprecedented artistry and savagery. Her lips and tongue, now free to move, enveloped him in a steaming, sucking pocket of bliss. He wouldn't last much longer. "I'll come for you if you help, Alison. You have sixty seconds. Fail, and I pull out of you. That’ll mean no more come, Alison. I'll whack off into a handkerchief and toss it away. You want that?" Her piteous, wounded wails around his cock broke his heart.

Almost.

"Then suck me, Alison. Fetch the creme you want so badly out of my balls. You've fifty seconds left."

She worked that cock more deftly than a child molding Play-doh. Her cheeks sank inwards as she increased the suction upon him. All her throat muscles were in overdrive, kneading him every time his cock slipped down her throat. She wanted him so bad! She decided his come was her prize for the morning, and she'd get it all. Twenty seconds saw him spurting creamy goodness down into her belly, warming her insides like hot oatmeal on a cold morning. She felt comforted by his semen inside her.

Master James pulled out of her, sighing. The room swam in his vision. Gods, that woman could handle dick! He hated leaving the warm enclave of her mouth but business awaited. He quickly released her from her bonds, then ordered her to get dressed.

She dressed in the gauzy, diaphanous, clothing she knew James preferred to see her in. The baggy, translucent pants hid her body in smoky grey shadow. Her silhouette moved enticingly within them. The matching gauze vest hid even less of her. The half-vest left a bare swath down her front and her midriff uncovered. Only a thin gold neck chain that clung to her throat held it together. Her full, round breasts filled out the vest, her nipples and aureoles barely covered. He directed her to don her hand flower, and two exquisitely bejeweled foot flowers. She thrilled to the knowledge that she'd be paraded around barefoot today. Such dazzling accouterments were not meant to be concealed. The fine, scintillating gold mesh and the tiny bells and medallions incorporated into the jewelry glittered in the light as she put on the ornate Indian jewelry. Every move she made set off a cacophony of tiny clinks. A dainty windchime in the warmest of breezes.

"I have a new piece for you today, Alison. Here." Master James gave her a necklace with a crystal ring threaded upon it. The detailing on the crystal ring made it look like twisted lengths of flexible, braided rope. She half expected it to collapse inwards when pressed. The solid piece of glass looked like it could be unraveled like real rope.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. "Thank you."

"Yes, it is. Put it on. Never leave it behind when in the mansion from this point onwards." Before she could question him, Master James snapped a heavy gold girdle around her shapely waist. The low slung belt accentuated her curvaceous, flowing form. It also had a convenient loop where Master James could snap on a leash. He coiled the golden tether in his fist, giving it a slight tug. "Come along. We've an appointment to keep. But do take the time to greet the membership with the proper respect. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Head Master James," she said. She loved obeying him but hated the assigned task. Small, filthy dicks had no business in her mouth! She only wanted to service him. And her husband Felix, of course. 

Master James led his tethered slave barefoot through the complex. Whenever a Master of suitable station greeted Master James, she gracefully knelt before the startled man and orally serviced him. Like pissing at hydrants, she left her scent upon them as she passed. Even if she never came their way again, they'd be marked by her passage. By the time they reached their destination, Alison's belly gurgled and sloshed with come. 

Not in a pleasant way, either.

Still, she felt elated with her Master's looks of pride and approval. Even now, Alison remained unsure if this feeling was a natural one or an artificial instinct created by a trance state. She chose to believe it to be a natural proclivity of hers. 

§§§

Master James and Alison waited in the spacious chamber. She'd never been there before. Her kindly Master answered her unasked question. "We're waiting for the Eastern Masters to arrive. They'll be here soon."

"Eastern?"

"Asian," he clarified. "Japanese. They've come to see our techniques."

"They use different ones?" Alison sounded surprised. She hadn't realized the Masters Guild was a multinational organization. But why would they need to travel to learn the techniques behind altering appearances? They were Masters, were they not?

"Different ones, yes. Eriko is a traditionalist, I fear. She doesn't embrace change like I do." 

"She?" Alison blurted before she could stop herself.

"Yes, they allow females in the ranks." Allison's eyes sparkled at the news. Female members? Suddenly, she spied a route to power she hadn't known existed for her. "Interesting," she drawled. 

They didn't have long to wait. The tall double doors at the end of the chamber opened, allowing a small procession to come inside. Alison held her breath as three women and three men entered, robed in colorful, elegant finery.

The Japanese, the Masters of the East, had arrived.

Master James introduced the Six to Alison. Eriko Achida, a short Japanese woman, smiled at her. No kindness marred her delicate features, just rigid civility. Marisha-Ten, the Queen of Heaven, gave her the ability to know the minds and hearts of people, Master James said. Her elegant clothing had ivory mixed with aquamarine and topaz swirls. The mesmerizing pattern upon her robe of office looked as fragile and stylish as the woman herself.

Her second-in-command and diametric counterpart, Arieru Hirase, worshiped Ohonamoghi of the Earth. She sculpted flesh and bone. Russet and rose quartz paisleys adorned her ivory robes, the expensive looking material rustling in the faint breeze in the room. Her kindly features belied the cold, piercing gaze she kept leveled at Alison. For some reason, Alison sensed that the Japanese woman didn't like her.

The third woman, Keira Karamorita, gave thanks to Tamon, the Guardian of the North for her power. She dressed in lavender and ivory, rather delicate colours for a woman who dealt in nightmares and fear. She could both instigate doubt and hesitation in people or alleviate them. Her abilities allowed for the amplification of the libido by mental coercion. She gave off an uninterested air, Alison decided. She preferred that to Arieru's unvoiced hostility.

The handsome man in green and white pushed himself in front of Master James. "I am Nobuhiro Yoshida. Zocho is my Lord. The Guardian of the South has blessed me with the gift of sculpting desire and fantasy out of the minds of my subjects. I am happy to meet you, Alison." He bowed to her, the practiced, deep sweep making Eriko's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. "Glad to meet you, too," Alison chirped. At least one of the Japanese had manners! She could believe that he wove desire. His beautiful face and form made her damp between the legs. She liked how his ivory and emerald robe clung to his body, letting her see the play of his muscles over his spare frame as he moved.

Master James cleared his throat. Nobuhiro pointedly ignored him. He had taken over twenty years to become fluent in English. Why shouldn't he do his own talking? 

Master James continued his introductions. Alison heard him, but kept staring at the bulge that grew and twitched at Nobuhiro's groin. Now, this was a Master she'd love to greet in a hallway! 

Hiroaki Nora, Master James said, represented Jikoku, the Eastern Guardian. He wore ivory and sapphire. He bestowed reason and logic upon those he gifted, or idiocy upon those he cursed. His abilities allowed people to realize why they should or shouldn't act in certain ways. That pricked Alison's interest. A couple of good shots of Scotch whiskey could have the same effect upon her, though alcohol didn't agree with her. All the effects of bottle bravery without the rough morning after? Sign her up.

The next fellow had looks that put Nobuhiro's to shame! Ryota Shirane personified Zocho, the Western Guardian. He embodied inventiveness and imagination. He knew and could impart advanced sexual techniques. His voluminous ruby and ivory robes reminded Alison of a violated virgin's once-pristine sheets the morning after. Alison found her gaze wandering over his handsome face and broad shoulders. What lay beneath the ornate, draping robes, she wondered? The flashing smile he gave her in return made her nipples stiffen. She found herself pushing out her sizable tits at him. Nobuhiro cut Ryota a sidewise glance, but said nothing.

The Lesser Four, the Guardians, provided power and mental stability. The Primary Two would mold the flesh of the subject, Master James said. All Six would then work on altering the mind and attitudes of the subject. "Subject?" Alison asked. "Who would that be?" 

"You, fool!" Arieru hissed. "Do not pretend that you did not know." 

"She didn't know," Master James said. "I don't tell women my business. This isn't Japan." Arieru's face remained impassive, but her shining black eyes glittered with anger. "She expected surgery tomorrow, not Psychic Remolding."

Master James told Alison that the surgery would be done without cutting her flesh. She didn't believe it. "No surgery?" she said. "You can do everything you said without any surgery? No drugs? No trances?"

"They can, yes," Master James said. "But they might not choose to do so. First you must agree to something." Master James spun her around so that she stared directly into his warm, brown eyes. She seeped for him. "These are very ancient techniques, Alison. They're not for the wife of a lowly Master of the first rank. Before they can begin working on you, we require you."

Alison felt alarm tighten around her heart. "What?"

"We require you." Master James placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. "One weekend every month isn't nearly enough. We need more access to you, Alison."

"They, or you?" Alison asked. She'd been in Master James' bed more than anyone else's, including Felix's. Knowing of his interest, she had played it against the lesser members. They now mostly steered clear of her. A couple of brave souls occasionally tried to corner her, asserting their right as Masters to use her for their own pleasure, but an exasperated sigh and a mumbled "Head Master James expects me in his chambers in a few moments," always ensured that she escaped unmolested. 

These close encounters left her feeling all tingly and ready to fuck. Master James knew how to capitalize on her amorousness. While fucking him she never thought twice about her beloved husband, Felix.

Now, she thought of him. Part time wasn't full time. She craved cock but liked her regular life. She wasn't ready to let Felix or it go. Not yet. 

"I have a life and a career," she said. "I can't lounge around the mansion indefinitely!" A lie sheathed in truth. Her whole body craved the sensations that only could be provided here. She wanted things to remain as they were. She'd love to stay, but didn't want to lose Felix or her independence. What to do?

"Why not?" Master James asked her. "We can pay well for your services. Think how convenient it could be for you. Right now we don't make many radical alterations. You can't afford for your aspect to change too much. Your friends, family and colleagues would comment."

"They already have about my increased height. I had to stop wearing high heels around them," Alison said. 

"So you see the problem," Master James continued. "What if I said that by staying here with us we could modify you beyond your wildest dreams? Make you into anyone you've ever imagined?

"Like who? Janet Jackson?" 

Master James looked over the pale, curvaceous brunette. "Janet? We could make you into Michael Jackson if we wanted," he said. "But if we fucked up you'd end up looking more like Diana Ross." 

Master James paced around her, examining her through her diaphanous clothes. She no longer felt any shame at being displayed like this before him. Her fat breasts poked out. Her ass and calves tightened as she posed for her favorite Master. She couldn't help it; when he looked at her, her traitorous body always responded like this. If he asked it of her, she'd fuck him right this instant, dignitaries be damned.

"How would you like to be Japanese for a week, Alison?"

"Can you do that?" she whispered. Her excited response made the words trip over each other in their haste to exit her lungs. "Is such a thing possible?"

"Not only possible but a requirement, actually. The delegates prefer to stick to their own kind."

"Meaning?"

"No Occidentals allowed," he said. "You need to be Asian in order to be properly presented to them."

Nobuhiro winked at her. She smiled in return. Ryota ignored their exchange.

"It's customary to give as a gift the most becoming woman possessed by the Brotherhood to visiting dignitaries," Master James said. 

Color flooded Alison's cheeks. All four of them. Her well-used ass glowed as brightly as the cheeks on her face did. "Most becoming woman? You mean me?"

"Yes, Alison. You've exceeded all my expectations."

Alison looked like a princess just given a crown. Then a skeptical look crossed her face. Apparently she noted that the necklace and scepter were still on backorder. She didn't like Arieru or Eriko all that much. "Thank you, James," she said.

Master James shook his head. Alison realized her mistake. James might be the name she used in her head but she'd never before addressed him by his first name. Now she had done so in public! She eyed the Japanese dignitaries. They all ignored her embarrassment.

No, that wasn't right. One definitely noticed. Eriko, the diminutive Queen of Heaven, examined her with a forceful, considering gaze that stripped Alison to her skeletal frame.

"Will you stay?" Master James asked her.

"No. I cannot."

"I see." His voice sounded chiseled from a glacier. "If you can't, you can't." Master James shook his head with regret. "We'll schedule your final restorative surgery for the day after next to return you to your original appearance."

"What?"

"We're done, Alison. I release you from your husband's bargain. I give back to you your old life and body." He flicked one of her hard nipples with a fingernail. She flinched. "Too bad. I really like these new tits of yours." Master James sighed, suddenly world-weary. "When you get home, forget that we exist." Master James kissed her chastely on the cheek. She immediately felt her clit, nips and asshole tingle. Why did she have that response whenever he paid her the slightest attention? "Go back to your old life, Alison. We'll find someone else to replace you."

Alison looked a trifle disheartened. "Is it so easy to replace me?"

"You'd better believe it," Master James said. "I won't miss you when you're gone."

Master James excused himself, bowing formally to the Japanese delegates. Four of them returned his kind gesture. Eriko, in Empress fashion, nodded her eyelashes. Arieru didn't move a muscle. Master James smiled at their imperious natures. Those two were just as he remembered them. He left Alison in their care. 

The other Japanese looked at her curiously, as if seeing her for the first time. Eriko watched Alison watching his retreating back for ages. Master James vanished through the doors.

"He likes you," Eriko finally said.

"Who likes me?" Alison asked.

"James," the Asian woman said. She carefully emphasized the name. "Your Head Master. He likes you. He wouldn't get so angry with you otherwise."

"Angry? James?" Alison flinched as she again embarrassed her Master in front of the strangers. Thank God he wasn't around to witness it.

"Nor would he tolerate such impertinence," Eriko said. She clenched Alison under the jaw, moving her head back and forth like an owner inspecting the profile of her favorite mare. Anger welled up in Alison, an impotent, stillborn anger she dared not express to these important visitors. 

Eriko slid her hand down into the valley between Alison's breasts, over her stomach, and down to her crotch. Her long, tapered fingers snaked into Alison's wet, clenching pussy. Two fingers slid in easily, that hole being well fucked by Master James not even an hour ago. The tiny woman frigged Alison's slack pussy, milking it of its juices.




The Training Ch. 04



Eriko removed her wet hand and brought it to her nose, inhaling gently. The tip of her tongue extended slowly, skimming over her dainty palm. Alison's nipples tightened, dimpling as they grew harder. She started in alarm. She hadn't become aroused by a woman since coming to the Masters' Mansion. Why should she take a fancy to a woman like Eriko? Most likely because Eriko possessed a man's strength and self assuredness. 

"That's Master James. I am certain of it. He has gifted you with his essence." Eriko moved her slick palm under Alison's nose. She knew immediately what the other woman wanted. Alison kissed the woman's palm, tasting Master James' strong, salty come. She washed the woman's palm with her whole tongue, lapping at it hard enough to scour off the skin from Eriko's soft hand. Alison's eyes fluttered closed as she worked. Just as Alison's hands came up to seize the other woman's forearm, Eriko shook her loose. Alison looked stunned, as shocked as if doused by frigid water while sunbathing. 

"Not yet. You will be ours only after you have been prepared. Arieru," Eriko said to the steel-eyed angelic beauty that stepped forward. Her eyes looked as hard as her skin looked soft. "Prepare this girl." 

“But – ”, Alison began. She wanted no part of this! She’d turned Master James down!

"Yes, Lady," Arieru said. "It shall be as you command."

One of the men, the handsome one in red and white, smiled warmly at Alison and mumbled some unintelligible nonsense. Eriko chastened him in English to mind his manners. Though large and strong, Ryota looked severely humbled. ‘Queen of Heaven' evidently wasn't merely an empty title. Eriko ruled over the other Five.

"I wish some time with this woman after you are finished, Arieru. I wish to help in her conditioning." He spoke in a soft, heavy voice. His stuttering English sounded absolutely adorable to Alison. Was his manner as gentle as his lovely voice, Alison wondered.

"Is that Ryota or Zocho speaking?" Arieru replied, with an eyebrow arched.

All of the Japanese assemblage chuckled. Alison didn't quite understand, but had the impression that she wasn't meant to. 

"Perhaps," Eriko said. "We shall speak on this later. Arieru, take her and begin the treatment. The rest of you shall attend me. We go to find Head Master James." She set out in the same direction that James had vanished in. Four of the Asians followed her. Ryota looked wistfully over his shoulder, then turned to follow his Queen. 

Alison stood alone with Arieru. 

"Shall we leave?" Arieru said. "Show me to your chambers." Alison instantly complied with the command. Her stiff nipples felt as eager for the games to begin as the rest of her did. Only then did she realize that she had agreed to become a plaything of the Eastern Masters.

§§§

Master James felt like a treed cat as the semicircle of Japanese cornered him in the Conference Hall. He let none of his unease show. Like wolves, they would shred him to ribbons if they sensed any weakness or infirmity. He had to look strong and in control.

That didn't stop him from wishing Alison was with him. 

Work would hide his unease. He politely pushed through the circle of delegates and went to introduce his fellow Masters to the Japanese delegation. Peter of Psychological found the inscrutable Easterners disconcerting. Ferris of Facial Remodeling found their stern, serene looks too cold to be truly considered attractive. They had nice golden skin tones, however. With a touch more melanin it would be a perfect effect to use in his next ‘Polynesian Beauty' order. Arthur of Endocrine Engineering and Davis of Psychological Pharmaceuticals couldn't care less about the visitors. Their jobs held too much fascination for them to really care all that much about the comings and goings of delegates from other Chapters. They lived solely for their work.

The Japanese remained silent until Master James introduced Maurice, Master of Coiffure and Joe, Master of Costuming and Couture. Their eyebrows raised as one.

"You have conferred the title of Master upon those who do such base tasks?" Eriko said. "You would make a Master out of a hairdresser?"

Maurice looked like he'd been bitchslapped. Hot tears welled up in his eyes. He turned piteous, red orbs to Master James, clearly desiring to be defended.

"Our clients come to us for complete solutions, Madam," Master James said. "Often these base things you so disdain are essential to complete the illusions our clients pay top dollar to obtain. You of all people should be aware of the importance of artifice."

No Westerner present noticed how Eriko stiffened. The Japanese, however, did. Good. The carefully crafted insult had been intended for their ears only. "Yes," she said. "I can see how you would say that. You always did prefer the gravy over the meat."

Eriko stalked off, flanked by four of the lesser Five. Maurice stared hatred at their retreating backs.

"I don't like them!" he needlessly declared.

Master James said nothing. He stared after them. He didn't want to go against them. Not yet, at any rate. He knew he couldn't avoid Eriko forever. They had always been tied together. They probably always would be bound by the Red Thread of Fate. Things had been easier in the days of the steamships that had once plied the Pacific. The trip between Japan and America had taken over a month, back then. Now she could be here to disturb his spirit in less than fourteen hours. 

Time meant nothing to people such as they. Like it or not, he'd have to confront her sooner or later. Later suited him just fine. He had some more business to settle today. Alison had to remain at the Mansion. If she wouldn't relent, he had to work at breaking the weaker link in the chain of their union. Master James went in search of Master Felix.

§§§

"Felix, I want her," the heavyset black man said. He regarded the smaller man with a cold, emotionless stare. "Alison's perfect for our purposes."

They stood in one of the galleries overlooking the central courtyard in the Southern Spire. The black leather furniture looked big, functional and quite comfortable. Felix didn't dare sit down on one of the lounge chairs, not in the Master's presence. He had to use every bit of his self-control to avoid having his trembling hands dry-wash themselves. 

"You have use of her already, Master James. One weekend every four to six weeks, just as we agreed."

"Head Master James," the towering man corrected. "That’s not good enough." He motioned for Felix to sit in his chair. Felix gratefully obeyed, taking the opportunity to still his quaking legs.

"Did you think we couldn't get any type of woman we wanted? Did you really think that we needed to have your wife come here every month just so we could fuck a brunette up the ass?" Master James made a signal with his hand. Two petite redheads, seemingly identical twins, entered. Without waiting for instruction one knelt down between Master James' legs and freed his cock. She orally serviced him, making wet, loud sucking noises as she worked. The other opened up her blouse and rubbed her breasts upon his back. He pointed to his crotch. She moved to compete with the first, both scarlet-haired beauties now fighting over the honor of possessing his thick, long prick.

"Play nice, ladies," he whispered. Dutifully, the two women took turns lapping at his thick, dark meat. Master James promptly ignored both of them.

"Do you see my point?" He patted the women's heads like a hunter would his favorite pair of prize hounds. "There's no shortage of good-looking womanflesh available. Beautiful women of every type and description can be had, my friend. As a matter of fact, if we don't have it in stock we can easily create it out of the raw materials available."

"Then why do you want Alison so badly if she's replaceable?" Felix demanded. "Go and find someone else!"

Master James pointed to Felix. One of the women immediately went to him. Felix protested, but the sexually aggressive redhead would have none of that. She easily pushed him down, freed his cock and then swallowed his already hard meat right to the root. Felix groaned in pleasure.

"What we do here is separate the gold dust from the stream's silt, Felix." Master James patted the remaining woman's head. She worked harder, trying her best to orally please him. She had hunger and skill enough for two, and felt determined to show her favorite Master which of the identical beauties had the best oral technique. Master James smiled down fondly at her.

"We presently process about six women a day at this facility. Believe me when I say we don't make all of their spouses and boyfriends into first rank Masters. Our facilities are big, yet still quite limited in size. What do you think happens to all those women, Felix? We're talking about 1,800 women per year. That's a lot of fresh meat to process and warehouse, my friend."

The red-haired woman servicing Felix had stood up and spun around, offering her ass up to him. When he didn't take the bait she impaled her anus on his cock, forcing herself down upon him. He slid into her well lubricated rear passage without any difficulty. Her dilated, spasmodically clenching asshole gripped him tightly, yet comfortably. She ground her hips against him, shaking her ass like a Brazilian woman would during Carnival in Rio. Felix had to latch onto her hips for dear life.

"What happens to them?" Felix gasped. Stars swam in his vision. He could only see the woman's luxuriant red mane flailing about, her broad, plump ass that pumped frenziedly against him as she danced the Samba upon his cock, and the smooth, pale back that jostled up and down upon him. He reached around the gyrating woman, grabbing her firm breasts. The slight creamy mounds thrust upwards proudly, showing off their thick, red nipples like pennants on a summit. These he pinched and twisted as she rode his cock, flailing like an epileptic mascot on a parade float.

"We pain for gold, Felix. For Mutables, people who can have their appearances changed an infinite number of times. When we find one, we thoroughly study them to determine what it is in their physiology that allows them to be repeatedly altered without complications arising." Master James lost his train of thought as the woman performed a particularly suave maneuver upon his body. He pulled her off of him by the roots of her hair, spun her around, then yanked her back down upon him. She planted her feet upon the arms of the chair, fucking her tight pussy with him. She tongued his cheek and ear as he mauled her breasts. Her pace never slowed. Hot female spend leaked from her pussy and saturated the big, hairy balls that jiggled under his thrusting cock as he took her.

"Very few of the women we interview have the gift. Those who don't we have no use for. The members have a few thrills with them, then allow them to go back to their regular lives. Or, if they wish, give the women new appearances and new lives." Master James hadn't stopped pounding his redhead's tight slit. He thoroughly pulverized the woman's narrow twat, nailing her as hard as he could with hammer-like blows from his bludgeon of a cock. She frenziedly ground her slit against him.

"Every now and then we discover a woman whose body can accept change easily. Her pliant flesh warps countless times, without failing. A woman whose bones knit rapidly and whose body never scars. Most importantly, a woman who possesses a mind that can handle the psychic strain that a constantly changing physiology and appearance places upon the psyche. These Mutables are exceedingly rare finds, Felix. It's not my intention of letting even a single one of them slip through my fingers."

"What are you telling me?" Felix demanded. He tried to rise but the woman upon him stopped him. She wriggled her hot ass, using her impossibly tight rectal sheath to fuck him until he exploded deep within her bowels. Felix fell back, totally spent. The woman still rode him, kneading his softening cock with her clenching sphincter muscles.

Master James looked over at him in unconcealed disgust. What was that, five minutes? He still nailed his redhead's pussy with merciless thrusts. She sweated heavily, doing her best to make him come. She'd have a lot of work to do before he even came close to that. He didn't even sound aroused when he next spoke. "I'm telling you that we want Alison here at the mansion full time. In repayment, we're willing to make you a Master of the Second Rank. You want pussy? We'll provide more than you can handle. You'll never go without, Felix my man."

Master James pointed to Felix. The second woman shot Master James a hurt, sorrowful look, but obediently pulled off of him and went over to the smaller man. She aided her twin sister in cleaning up Felix's soiled cock. Their ministrations had him rock hard in no time at all.

"What about my wife? What about Alison?" Felix warbled. His feeble, raspy voice held no heat, just concern.

"She's still your wife," Master James said. "That won't change. You can fuck her as many times as her schedule permits. But her main purpose will be to pleasure the Senior Masters, as well as letting our scientists and engineers thoroughly examine her."

"And when I refuse?" Felix said. "What happens then?" He tried to sound tough, but failed. Who could play hard-assed while two gorgeous redheads worked over your nipples, cock and balls with precise, loving attention? Felix lay buried in a pile of hot, stroking hands and sucking, sultry mouths.

"Don't refuse," Master James said. Menace filled his hard brown eyes but didn't touch his pleasant, conversational tone. "I'm only asking you because compliance is the simplest way to acquire anything. I prefer taking the easy road, but I don't mind taking the hard road if it's the only one that leads me to what I want."

"I wouldn't trade Alison for a million dollars," Felix said. "Fuck you, and fuck the rest of your Masters. We're out of here." Felix pushed the two women off of him and rose. His cock jutted out from his torso. Anger strengthened him, making him reckless. "I'm going to the cops. Maybe the press. They'll shut this fucking place down!"

Master James looked unruffled. Bored, really. "Not for a million, you say? How about five? Five million dollars deposited directly into your account plus an additional half a million per every year we keep her. When we finally decide to give her up, we'll give you a bonus of a million. If you wish you can still fuck her on an opportunistic basis but remember, she'll be our property from this point onwards. We'll do with her whatever we please. What do you say?"

Five million ... Holy shit! Felix opened his mouth to argue but couldn't see past the huge windfall. "Why are you asking me?" he asked. "Why don't you ask Alison?"

"She's been conditioned, Felix. We can make her agree to anything we wish. More importantly, we already know her deepest fantasies. She'll gladly agree. I want to make sure you don't go out there and cause us any unnecessary embarrassment."

"Please say yes, Felix?" the two women chimed in unison. "Let our Sister stay with us. We want to meet her! If you're good, we'll always be here for you." They returned their pretty, hot mouths to where they belonged. They artfully sucked his cock, making Felix's focus on Master James falter. He shook his head and forced himself to concentrate.

"Five million, and I get to keep my wife?"

"Just so," Master James agreed. "When she's not with us, she'll be with you."

Felix thought about it. He'd earn a lot of money, money that he'd use to make a perfect life for him and Alison. Any fantasy he could imagine he could realize for them with that kind of funds available. Being a first level Master had been cool. He couldn't even imagine what lay in store for him as a Master of the Second Rank!

"Do these models come in blonde?" he said. "I’d also like them with bigger tits."

Master James smiled. "I'll see to it. In the meantime, please enjoy them as they are." Master James left the man buried underneath a giggling pile of red-haired, sexually aggressive womanhood. It looked like Alison had just become a permanent possession of the Masters Guild, Western Branch. Not bad. It wasn't even noon yet. He loved being ahead of schedule.

§§§

Master Felix – God, how he loved the ring of that! – stood behind the thick pane of glass peering into the Clean Room. 

The Masters didn't call it an OR. They didn't see their subjects as patients, not even as people. They saw them as parts waiting to be molded or remodeled. 

On the tables lay two naked beauties drugged into insensibility. Felix still didn't know their names. No matter. They belonged to him. He would name them whatever he wished when the time was right. 

They had begged him to be remade, to be sculpted into visions of beauty that he would accept. They longed to be made into perfect beings for his enjoyment. He'd given his permission for their remodeling. The thought that anyone would beg like that to give him pleasure made the Cosmos explode with possibilities. 

He'd been told he could have any woman he desired. Only now did he realize what that really meant. 

Old Master Alexander came up behind him, creeping like a sneak-thief over a nightingale floor. No sound came from his slippered feet as he strode over the hospital-white tiles. His silken, cream colored robes didn't rustle as he walked.

"Questions?" Master Alexander asked from less than foot behind Felix.

Felix jumped, startled in his peeping. His face flushed with color. 

"Yes," he said, a trifle guiltily.

Master Alexander laughed aloud. "There's no need to look so guilty, Brother Felix. These two are yours, are they not? Never feel shame in lording over that which is your own."

The older Master put a comforting hand on Felix's shoulder. "You never know when your property may be reclaimed by the membership. Enjoy it while you can."

"Really?"

"Have you fucked your wife lately?" Master Alexander asked innocently. "Thought not," he said when he spied Felix's crestfallen expression. 

"What is this place!" Felix cried. "Who are the Masters?"

"Quite the queer query seeing how you are one of them, my Brother. Still, many people search their entire lives for the answer to the question ‘Who am I?' I will do my best to enlighten you."

Master Alexander settled into a sharp didactic tone. He must have been a university professor in real life. That patronizing, insolent drone had to have been practiced for years. Felix's eyes glazed over as the sermon began.

"Like all universal truths, the purpose behind the facade differs from the perceived appearance. Some see the Masters as a trumped up fraternity where incredibly talented yet childish men play Dr. Mengele upon their willing and unwilling female subjects for their own sexual gratification."

Master Alexander smacked a fist into his palm, like a judge would a gavel on their bench. Felix jumped, suddenly alert. "But why go through all the hassle of creating a fantasy woman when the real thing could be obtained so cheaply? There really is no need to fashion from a brunette a blonde with big tits, a tight ass and an incredibly easy disposition when the real deal populates the streets of Venice Beach like needles on a cactus. Want a blonde slut? Cruise any brothel or dance club and take your pick. Fiscally speaking, creating one from scratch makes absolutely no sense."

Felix agreed. He wished Master Alexander would hurry and get to the point. A sharp glance from the Old Master made his mouth clamp shut. Satisfied, Master Alexander climbed back into the pulpit. "Others see the Guild as a cohort of professionals with the goal of perfecting their craft until they can claim to be the most skilled in the business. Perhaps so, but why all the secrecy? Fame seekers never keep to the shadows. Why strive to be the best in the world at something but unable to boast about your achievements?"




The Training Ch. 04



Master Alexander paused dramatically, waiting for some interjection from Felix. The younger man remained silent. A touch miffed at having his thunder stolen, Master Alexander continued. "The truth, if such a thing could truly be said to exist, lay somewhere in between. Their role for the last couple of centuries had been to perfect the talent of body reshaping and to quantify the results. Most of the members have never known, blindly feeding their hedonistic natures. Their Head Master has always known. Their Master has always been James, though his face, form and outward identity changes every thirty years or so."

"You're fucking with me," Felix whispered.

"For what purpose?" Master Alexander said. "Don't interrupt me again, Brother. It's exceedingly rude."

"My apologies, Master Alexander," Felix said. He'd been praying that the old man would shut the fuck up, but now he wanted to hear every word. Master James had offered him the world, then stripped him of the most important thing in it. Alison. He wanted that fucker to pay. To do that he needed information. "Please, continue."

Mollified, Master Alexander continued his history lesson. "Master James has long realized that a perfect level of anonymity would be impossible to achieve. He needed some powerful allies if he was to prosper. An organization simply can't snatch women off the streets and operate on them without raising a few eyebrows. Missing people make headlines. People always talk, especially those sworn to secrecy.

In the end, Master James cemented deals with the two forces that control the way the world works. His Western self thinks of them as law-enforcement and the criminal element. His Eastern mind prefers to use the concepts of Order versus Chaos."

An old, wrinkled hand snapped up, silencing Felix before he could squeak. "Master James grew up in Japan, or so they say. From our conversations together I know that he has definitely studied Eastern Philosophy and Religion. This is why I say ‘His Eastern Mind.' Clear?" Felix nodded. Master Alexander continued. He loved this subject! "The Masters' unparalleled skill in reconstructive surgery, tissue regeneration and flesh alteration technique guarantee they remain untouched by governments and syndicates alike. They work quickly and efficiently. They help government agency spies change their appearance and identities, but also conceal renegade Mafia Dons fleeing from prosecution. One day they might remove thirty years off of the age of a rapidly decaying movie star, and the next day save the life of an incredibly obese millionaire who needs to safely and quickly shed a couple hundred pounds of extra weight before his heart stops and his greedy wife claims his vast fortune."

Master Alexander's attention drifted off as the surgeons peeled off the blue sheets from the twins. "Oh my!" Master Alexander whispered. "What moron would slice up a perfectly serviceable pair of gorgeous twin redheads? Such waste!" Then, realizing that said moron stood in the room with him, he cleared his throat. "Um, yes. The Masters do not judge. The Masters do not inquire. The Masters, truth be told, don't care. They keep no records, only results. In this way Master James ensures their continued acceptance by the world powers, and in doing so, their very existence. So what if on occasion a few dozen prostitutes vanish from the street? No one ever traces the crime back to us. This is the way things work if you keep everyone happy. Mind your business, and you become untouchable." 

"Wow." The single word encompassed the multiverse. 

"Wow, indeed," Master Alexander agreed. He patted Felix on the shoulder again. "Enjoy your women, Brother. Hold onto what you possess with an iron grip. At the same time, learn to let go of things you have lost."

Felix looked up at the older, taller man. He found pity there. "You think I could have my name tattooed across their asses?"

Master Alexander smiled. "Certainly, if you wish it. Unsightly tattoos can always be removed later on. Not a trace would remain."

"Kind of defeats the purpose, then, doesn't it?"

Master Alexander tsked. "Indelible, Immutable and Undefinable are three concepts that have no meaning here," he said. "You had best learn that, too."

Felix watched the man shuffle away, looking as old and tired as Felix suddenly felt. He turned his attention back to his women under glass, keeping his mind focused on the feast that would await him once they healed. 

§§§

Master James finally ordered some of the other Masters to take some of the flak from the visitors. He'd been harried by the inscrutable, silently staring Japanese all day. Of course, having Eriko speak often was worse. He'd grown quite unaccustomed to having his authority challenged. He knew that the xenophobic nature of the Asians worked against him. They knew he was in charge. They acknowledged the fact. 

Their eyes said that he, along with his brethren, were quite beneath them. Only Eriko and Arieru disliked him for different reasons.

Master James let his mind wander over what Master Peter was saying to the delegates. The white robed Master droned on about the various trance states, starting with the base Alpha state, then touching upon Beta and its deep waking coma, Gamma's libido-liberating state and Omega's customized final state of acquiescence. The Japanese looked uninterested in the psychobabble.

"I see," Empress Eriko said. "You sap the will out of your subjects and make them your sexual playthings. Do you really find sexual congress with lifeless dolls stimulating in any way?"

"Hardly lifeless," Master Peter explained, as if to small children. "They retain all of their faculties."

"All except for free will," Eriko snapped. "What is the sense in that? Where is the sport in having intercourse with a listless rag doll?" She looked like she'd love to spit upon him. Master Peter recoiled. Apparently, a patronizing tone wasn’t the appropriate one to use on the Japanese.

Tune out and look what happened! "Don't judge too harshly," Master James interjected. "Our trances use various naturally-derived drugs to liberate the desires hidden deep within the women. We don't create phantom desires that don't already exist. We merely free submerged urges and allow the subjects to express themselves. We tear down their walls of inhibition, Eriko. We don't fabricate false lust within them."

Master Peter looked at the Head Master with gratitude. The scientist hadn't wanted to say anything further to the 'Honored Guests.' Who knew what scandal could've erupted from harsh words directed at the ignorant Eastern Masters? He'd rather have Master James do all the talking.

"Do not mistake us, Master Peter." Eriko soothingly voice made his cock throb. The odd title fell hesitatingly from her lips. Her sexy smile both alarmed him and disarmed him. Such feline smiles froze rabbits in their tracks before the cat savaged them to death. "We truly respect your artistry. It takes great skill to look into the human mind and to modify set behavior patterns you find there. But this childish labeling of everything you do must stop. Alpha? Beta? Omega? I feel like asking you to show me your secret decoder ring before we continue our discussion."

A couple of Eriko's companions smiled behind their hands, politely concealing their amusement. The other two Japanese betrayed no expression or interest at all. Master James sighed, then waved Master Peter away. The beleaguered Master of Psychological happily fled the scene.

"Did you fly all this way to insult my people, Eriko? If so, please leave. I'm much too busy to play with you today."

"Calm yourself, Master James." Eriko dropped the honorific like a butler would to an infant Lordling in his charge; a mere formality that demonstrated no real feelings of respect or subservience. She felt the title ridiculous and invested it with all the scorn she could muster. Her lips pursed as if the title tasted excrement-foul. "We came to learn from your people, not to criticize them."

"Then observe more and comment less!" Master James snapped. The other Japanese looked extremely affronted, even more than Eriko herself did. She wore a pleased smile. Master James pointedly ignored them, focusing on the short woman's beautiful face. How long has it been ... Fifty-five years? Sixty? She still looked as beautiful as ever, not a day over twenty-five. She still enjoyed discomforting him it seemed. Perhaps her youthful face suited her immature personality, James mused. 

"My people enjoy their work here. They have fun, yet fulfill their obligations. They may seem juvenile to you but they do topnotch work with the equivalent of sinew thread and bone needles. They are quantifying the things you do without thought, yet don't truly understand. Don't ever allow yourself to forget that." 

"Never look too closely at the Gods' gifts," she whispered. "Blessings vanish when their provenances are questioned." With that, she walked away, trailed loyally by her attendants. 

Good thing Arieru wasn't around. She would've stared back over her shoulder at him with hatred. She knew him well, and had despised him for over a century now. She still felt that she, not Eriko, should have been trained to be Mistress of the East. That envy in no way stopped her from performing her duties to the best of her abilities. In some ways, Arieru still lived in feudal Japan. Not surprising, since she'd been alive long enough to see the Tokugawa Shogunate, the Meiji, the Taisho and the Showa eras pass into the annals of history. She hated today's world, and existed only to follow a strong leader. Arieru only felt complete while serving another. Since Master James had rejected her, she accepted Eriko.

Strange. Master James had chosen Eriko over Arieru for her strength of personality. He knew it to be a cruelty to force Arieru to lead others. Now the woman despised him for that choice, even while she reveled in being Eriko's second-in-command. 

Women. An enigma in any age.

Master James stood looking after Eriko long after she'd turned the corner of the hallway. A day for staring at people's backs, he mused. He couldn't fathom his emotions. Excitement? Maybe. He felt buoyed by her presence at the Mansion. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her and her headstrong nature. He looked forward to sparring with a worthy opponent after so many decades.

§§§

Karen idly fondled the star sapphire teardrops that swung from the rings in her turgid nipples. She worried at them so much, Alison almost thought that they'd snap off. She'd regretted asking the grinning black woman where she'd gotten them. She'd asked a polite question. She'd not expected a sermon from the elegant, statuesque beauty. 

Alison wore black silk today, the shimmery cloth making her pale skin glow against. She looked like a woman at her leisure, lounging around in an expensively cut, elegant satin pajama set. Only upon closer inspection would one notice the fine slits in the material that would give a man access to her body. Whether a breast, her pussy or her ass, a man just had to reach out and claim the part of her he wanted to use. Her clothing, for all it’s casual look, was definitely work wear. 

Only, now it seemed that the ebony silks attracted more than men. Karen made a play for Alison’s delights. Karen tried to make Alison go to her knees and eat pussy. Alison had politely but firmly told Karen to borrow someone's strap-on and fuck herself instead. Karen now tried to let Alison know just how lowly she really was and why she should obey her. 

Karen jangled a nipple ornament at Alison. "See this stone? It's my mark. The Caste Marks are a source of pride among us. Beauty. Intellect. Wealth. None of these things matter to the Masters when it comes to determining the value of a female. Only one thing is considered."

"That is?" Alison asked. She knew the answer already.

"Malleability," Karen said. "They only care about what you can become, not who you are."

"Not so different than the rest of the world," Alison said. Karen ignored her. "The considerable stresses upon the flesh when morphing make most women totally unsuitable for the Masters' purposes. Limitations exist. There's only so many times a women’s body can be remade." 

"Do you know what these limits are?" Alison asked her. She pushed away the Black woman's clawing hand, using firm, gentle pressure. Karen wouldn't take no for an answer. Alison decided to try a different tack. She’d keep Karen talking. Failing that, she'd smack the bitch senseless if Karen didn't stop pawing at her. 

"Finites, women who can undergo only the most minor of changes, belong to the Third Circle, the lowest tier," Karen said. "Hair, basic facial structure and other things can be altered, but no major modifications can be made to them. These women don't take well to surgery and heal slowly."

"Sounds terrible," Alison said. "I can't see them being welcome here."

"They aren't for long," Karen agreed. "Finites are given a diamond to symbolize their immutable state. Their use is severely limited. Any woman can achieve the same results with wigs, makeup and plastic surgery."

"I take it you are not one of those," Alison said. The way the woman wore an underwire, frilly demi-bra to show off her slight, thick nippled tits proved that. She wanted the world to see her sapphires. They had to mean something. 

"I am not! I'm of the Second Circle. We receive a star sapphire to symbolize the special ability within us that allows our appearances to be changed multiple times. Our bodies are resilient to surgery. We are highly sought-after by the Masters."

"Are there only two Circles?”

"That's all there is," Karen said, face triumphant. "I don't think you have a sapphire, do you?"

"No, I don't." 

"Poor baby," Karen said, pulling Alison to her. "I'll take care of you, if you'll be good to me. That's fair, isn't it?"

Fair, yes, if in prison. She refused to become this woman's bitch. Not in here! "There's nothing above Second?" Alison asked. “The name implies that there is.”

"Yes, the Firsts, but they don't exist. Those mythic women are unfettered by concerns of the flesh. Like clay that refuses to set, their bodies are said to be easily molded. I've never met a single Master who believes they’re real. Everything has a breaking point. It's impossible that such women could ever be."

"How would you recognize one?"

"Her Mark, of course. A carved crystal ring would be given to them. Infinite. Transparent. Reflecting nothing, but warping everything seen through it. The crystal ring symbolizes the ultimate malleability of the possessed. I've never seen one. I doubt you will, either."

Alison pulled out the thin golden chain that dangled between her breasts. The delicate, twisted, crystal ring that hung from it folded in upon itself in a flowing spiral. The way the lines danced on it's surface twisted it like a torus. Alison’s eyes couldn't trace the swirling lines. Staring at it too long made her vision swim. "Thanks for explaining why Head Master James told me to keep this with me at all times," Alison said. "Suck me, Karen. Make me come with your mouth."

Without another word, Karen dropped to her knees and fulfilled the command. It took a long time to make Alison come, but the raging storm that racked her body definitely felt like the sweetest orgasm ever. A messenger, a thin, wiry girl wearing nothing but braided leather straps at wrists, ankles and waist and shaved bare ran up to Alison just as Karen finished her off. She patiently waited while the last tremulous spasm passed.

"I beg your pardon, Alison. Head Master James summons you. Your surgery is to begin. You are to be readied for the Eastern Masters."

"Show me the way," Alison said. She followed the naked runner out. She didn't even look back at the stunned Black woman who sat cross-legged on the ground, mouth open and cheeks and chin shinny with female spend. "Oh shit," Karen thought. She'd tried to bully the Head Master's favorite! Second Circle or not, Karen thought it safest if she departed the Mansion tonight.

§§§

Two days had passed since her Summons to the Clean Room. Now Alison found herself facing the Ordeal. The walls of the Octagon rose up around her, blacker than the skies at midnight. The bare, smooth walls converged overhead into a single point. Entering the area, she felt a strange trepidation come over her. A queasy restlessness gripped her, an unease she'd only experienced once before in her lifetime.

On her wedding day.

This holy place had the feel of the Basilica where she had exchanged vows with Felix. The heady mix of exuberance, fear, devotion and unconditional love had smothered her. She barely remembered anything from that day except for the kiss at the altar. If not for the miracle of videotape the memory would probably not exist, either.

That first night with Felix, though, had been quite memorable. Felix's patient, careful and imaginative techniques had wrung every last bit of pleasure out of her exhausted body. He'd worked her over for hours, denying her an orgasm until she thought her skin would sizzle off. Then, miracle of miracles, she experienced the first simultaneous orgasm of her life. The often documented, seldom experienced moment of ultimate union had been one of the pivotal moments in her adult life. As that very moment she'd fallen in love with her man all over again.

She found the vows merely a formality. The ritual deflowering meant more to her than a thousand spoken words or meaningless scraps of paper issued by the city. By that time not a single fresh petal still clung to the prettily trimmed, barren bush of her virginity. She had shed her inhibitions and her virginity long years before ever meeting Felix. No matter. She hadn’t needed the validation of Church or State for their union. The contented pains of her body had told her everything she needed to know.

Her Japanese escort led Alison to the center of the room. The area featured long leather benches arranged in a smaller octagon, each side in parallel with the walls of the room. Four smaller benches at the center of the room lay arranged in a cross. They set her remodeled body down on this comfortable leather crucifix, making an offering of her. Other than the benches, the chamber remained empty. As silent as the proverbial tomb. She saw no sign of the Masters she'd been expecting. Alison had imagined a wide area filled with robed, hooded men arranged in two circles around the center, staggered so everyone could see. Instead, the black windowless walls contained only herself and the Six Asian Masters who escorted her inside.

A part of her felt thankful. A bigger part of her felt extremely disappointed. She didn't know why she felt that way but she couldn't deny the unmistakable feelings. 

No, she knew why. She desired more cock than only the three available in her escort.

Unbeknownst to her, the multitude of cameras and microphones buried in the walls silently recorded and transmitted everything that transpired in the chamber. The Masters had no need to stand around in a circle trying to peep at the action, not when pristine images and crystal clear sound could easily be pumped into each of their private viewing chambers. Technology made assemblages of the membership obsolete. The Masters weren't schoolchildren to be crammed into an auditorium. They could afford the best equipment to facilitate such matters. 

"Are you ready?" Keira asked. Alison nodded. More than ready. Eager. Sex Alison could handle. Once she started she'd be fine. Seeing the lust mirrored in the other woman's eyes excited Alison to no end. That she could arouse both women and men pleased her. "Very good," Keira said. That was the last thing Alison heard before the woman inserted ear plugs into her. Arieru covered Alison's eyes with adhesive pads. Finally, Eriko pulled a leather half-hood over Alison's head. Her long, shiny black hair flowed out of the top like an ebony geyser, spilling down the back of the headdress in a glistening inky spray. Why did the Asians want her deaf and blind?




The Training Ch. 04



'The Asians.' Alison smiled inwardly. She also was Asian now! Like gods, they had recreated her in their own image. She looked Japanese. She quite adored how sexy she had looked in her dressing room mirror. Wearing a stranger body that moved as she wished made the fires of orgasm flare up in her tummy. The initial unveiling of her newly created body caused her to wiggle like a puppy just fed a treat. Recovery had only required an afternoon, not weeks of healing time. Perhaps these metamorphoses became easier with practice, just like good sex.

Nobuhiro kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. His lips tasted sweet, as if he'd been sucking on a butterscotch candy. The taste faded slowly from her tongue as if rinsed off by tepid water. Alison could still gauge temperature with her mouth but couldn't taste squat. She stiffened. What had just happened to her? No sight. No hearing. No taste. Yet, her pleasure grew as her remaining few senses sharpened. 

Someone unzipped the eye patches from the leather hood and peeled off the adhesive pads. Rapid blinking cleared away the crusted, dried tears and the unfocussing effects the pressure had upon her eyeballs. The lewd scene, spread out in panoramic splendor before her, stunned her.

"Are you happy to see us?" Eriko said. "Do not be." The woman bent down and kissed each of Alison's eyes, gently brushing her full, perfect lips against each eyelid. When Alison reopened them, her world remained black.

Eriko had stolen her sight.

A low, terrified wail began in Alison's chest, rising up her throat and trickling out of her slightly parted lips. Her eyes opened as wide as humanly possible. She could feel the air currents tickle her moist, sightless orbs but could see nothing, not even blurry shadows.

A hard object pushed into her mouth, rushing past lips and teeth on its way down within her. The penis-like object filled her mouth, feeling very much like cock, yet not quite. Her insensate tongue automatically worked over it, trying desperately to taste something – anything – yet failing. The soft, pliant object didn't have the feeling of life. It had a cock's texture but not its temperature. Real flesh didn't feel this cool to the touch. She had sucked enough tool in her time to intuitively know this.

"Open your throat for me, Alison. Otherwise you will choke to death." Unable to hear the caution, Alison made no response. The merciless cock forced its way down her throat, doing its best to suffocate her. Alison's hands lashed out. She desperately tried to push the woman off of her. Eriko didn't budge.

A hard grip encircled her slender wrists and yanked her hands backwards. Thin coils of rope bit into her flesh, securing her arms behind her back. Other hands forced her head forwards onto the thick, impaling cock, instigating her oral rape.

Rape? Perhaps not, for Alison had opened up her throat and now plunged the rigid member deeper into herself. She wanted to be filled, wanted to choke down the intrusive object. She had been denied sight, taste and hear. Her other senses compensated quite nicely. She could feel every vein molded onto the firm cylinder as they bumped over her tongue. The labored breathing of herself and her multiple lovers practically stirred the fine hair on her body, air currents she could feel. She fancied that she could even feel Eriko's racing pulse as she forced molded inches deeper into her willing, open mouth.

The others pushed her forwards. Her lips brushed against hard leather harness. Alison had managed to take all of the thick cock inside her.

"I find pubic hair quite distasteful," Eriko said. "We have gifted you with perfect skin. It does not need any embellishment." The slender, long fingered hand repeatedly dove into her, knifing into Alison's hot, wet slit with a dagger's precision. Each lunge pushed Eriko's stiletto-like fingernails deeper inside the tight female canal, yet never did an errant fingernail inadvertently slice the tender flesh of Alison's insides.

Alison's pleasure mounted. Her hips picked up the Eriko's rhythm, eagerly lunging upwards to meet her thrusts. Her hips bucked and rotated, using the hand as an instrument to bring herself heightened pleasure.

While she did this, Eriko used her other hand to stroke the fine, downy filaments of silken jet. Her long fingernails ran through the soft strands, gently scratching the golden hued skin that lay beneath them.

A single long black strand fell like a stalk of wheat before a scythe.

That was the prelude to the ebony rain. Whole clumps of hair fell away, revealing the perfect, golden tone of Alison's skin. Eriko continued to frig the woman's pussy. Alison's sweet cream frothed up around Eriko's slender hand.

Alison became aware of an odd feeling at her groin. The passage of cool hair over her superheated snatch felt chilly. She opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at her now bare pussy. Her hearing returned, then, so she could hear the gentle laughter around her. Scarlet rushed into her cheeks. 

"You are surprised, even after all you have seen and experienced today?" Eriko asked. "Alison, such a thing as this is easy to accomplish."

"Why?" Alison asked. "Why would you bother doing this?"

"Why? I hate picking hair out of my teeth," Eriko said. The smiling Japanese woman knelt before Alison and applied her lips to the woman's hot, throbbing pussy. Eriko, for all her bluster, had a very gentle touch. She knew how to treat a woman's most private parts. It required little time for Eriko to wring the most sublime pleasures out of the woman's seething snatch. Hot, sweet drops spattered onto Eriko's chin as she suckled upon Alison's tasty pussy.

Alison clearly could smell her. The heavy, musky odor of Eriko's dampening sex permeated the room. The nectar made Alison's head swoon. Alison's considerable charms made the once-frozen woman melt. The icy woman's pussy thawed, its seepage flowing freely like runoff from a brook in early spring.

Craning her head forwards allowed Allison to extend her tongue for a quick lick. Frustratingly, she could taste nothing. Her nose told her what to expect, yet she could savor none of the taste. Tears of fury and denial welled up in Alison's sightless eyes.

"Something wrong?" Eriko said. She petted Alison. "Accept your stolen sense back." Taste exploded on her tongue, making Alison's head reel. Flavors raged in her mouth. The hot, smoky taste of a woman's lust saturated her taste buds instantly. Contented tears streamed down Alison's face as she delved back into the hot, wet pussy hovering just in front of her. Her face smacked hard against the Asian woman's pubic bone in her frenzy to get all of Eriko's pussy inside. Who knew when another sense would be taken away? She had to get it all now, to savor every sensation possible.

Only now did she realize what a poor place the world would be without sensation and feeling.

Alison voraciously ate cunt like she'd only five seconds left to live. Eriko fell heavily to the padded floor, dragging Alison down with her. Alison remained firmly attached to the fragrant, flavorful folds between Eriko's legs, latched onto it like a lamprey did a shark's hide.

Eriko rolled with her, a crocodile clenching its prey in an unyielding death grip. Eriko kept Alison's head trapped firmly between her legs. Strong bands of muscle contracted beneath the skin of her silky thighs. This woman probably destroyed stair steppers on a weekly basis, Alison thought. Then again, did people with Mastery of the Flesh like these Japanese even have to exercise? Perhaps they could will their muscles into perfect, absolute fullness and strength.

If true, this Mystic ability was definitely something Alison intended to possess for herself one day.

§§§

Felix looked on in absolute horror and fascination at the tableau displayed below him. His wife, his beloved Alison, was being viciously used. What's more, she seemed to be enjoying the abuse. The thought made him a trifle sad, yet extremely horny. He didn't have time to fret. His blonde bookends had not abandoned him. Both knelt for him, one behind him and the other to his front. He was bracketed by beauty and could go nowhere.

Helena, the blonde twin with her hair in a thick French braid, suckled on his cock. She ate his meat with great gusto as she mashed his cock in her small hands. She rolled it in-between her palms like a scout trying to start a fire with a smooth stick. Cassiopeia, the one with her long hair flowing loose over her shoulders, rimmed his asshole with great expertise and finesse. Felix had allowed her to do him this way only after she'd complained bitterly about the disparity in cock sucking time that Helena always enjoyed with him.

He had to keep peace in his new household, somehow. He'd finally relented and had granted Cassiopeia her heart's desire.

Alison would do almost anything for him, but sticking her tongue up his ass wasn't one of them. To tell the truth, he wouldn't have ever suggested she do such a foul thing for him. He wondered for a second whether Alison would do it if he asked her to, now that she'd been mentally reconditioned by the Masters. Would he dare ask her to eat his ass? What would make him happier, her ready compliance or her outright refusal?

With two new sex slaves in his possession, did the question even have any relevance?

Felix twitched as Cassiopeia’s sharp, pointy tongue buried deep into him, probing inside his rectum for long minutes. Her sharp nails sunk deep into his hipbones as she pressed her face harder against him, trying to corkscrew her tongue as deep into him as possible. He liked being bracketed by the two hot looking blondes. He loved being serviced by his new women. They had been redheads, once, but he'd had them customized to his exact specifications.

Then again, they had been twin redheads when he'd first acquired them. Who knew how they had been born into this world? Maybe they had never looked like each other. Hell, maybe they weren't even sisters. Truth be told, the question didn't interest him enough to ask them about later.

What was important? Alison. He missed her. He craved her touch. He wanted her to be the one on her knees tasting his ass or swallowing his cock. He desperately wanted the woman that had been taken from him back in his life. He was forbidden to contact his wife until the Japanese left the facility. Alison's Asian incarnation was intended solely for the delegates and for the Senior Western Masters. Low ranking members like himself were excluded from the slave tasting.

The fact that she was his lawfully wedded wife held no weight.

His women were doing their best to please him. Felix only had his mind on the monitor. He watched in rapt fascination as the Japanese performed the Star Ascendant upon his wife. Four of them had grasped her, seizing an arm or a leg and then holding in aloft at their groin level. The four moved outwards like tethered horses ready to draw and quarter his wife. She lay spread eagled in mid-air with her face staring up at the dome's single light that glowed at the apex of the ceiling's peak. 

Four points of the star remained immobile, securely held by four of the Japanese. The fifth point, Alison's head, remained unsupported. It craned backwards. Long, thick rivers of hair swept the floor as Alison shook her head as if to clear it. Her splayed open legs allowed for the short, aggressive Japanese woman and her large strap on to get between them. She shoved her hard, black rubber phallus deep into Alison. The woman, Eriko, plowed into his wife's tight sheath with a speed bordering on inhuman. It looked as if the short Japanese woman was out to punish Alison. She fucked his wife's tight cunt hard, like she'd never be satisfied until she reduced the newly sculpted, dark lipped gash into unrecognizable bloody mush. Alison squealed, begging for the woman to go gently. The punishment continued. Alison's begging changed from negative to positive. The horny, now-Japanese maiden demanded that the other woman fuck her harder. Deeper. Faster. She screamed orders at her, demanding that the rubber cock penetrate her completely, until she couldn't accept any more of it.

Felix couldn't believe his ears. The way Alison sounded, she wanted to see that strap-on cock bust out of her chest.

A long cock suddenly shoved into her mouth silenced her in a single, gurgling moment. A second woman wearing a strap on had filled her mouth. She fucked her face with the same ferocity and tempo that the other woman busy mutilating Alison's hairless, smooth pussy used. Alison's newly fashioned breasts, pert gold-hued things with half an inch long nipples and extremely small, dark areolas, jiggled and bounced according to the hard lunges Alison's body endured from each pole.

Felix listened to the sloppy, wet music that played through the speakers. His wife's pulped, wet pussy made sucking sounds as the dildo ravaged her satiny folds. The gurgle of churning saliva and drool as the thick cock pushed in and out of his wife's throat drove him crazy.

It was an incredible scene, to be sure. Seven people engaged in a single sexual union, but concentrated all their efforts upon one member. Certainly, the Japanese took their pleasure from his wife, but they provided it to her as well. The High Mistress of the Eastern Masters Guild serviced his wife. Her second-in-command fed Alison her strapon cock, and allowed her to taste it. The other four supported her, ensuring that she experienced the maximum amount of pleasure possible.

Alison floated, buoyed by contentment and totally oblivious to anything else. 

Her looking like a young Japanese woman didn't make Felix's heart hurt any less. Her straight, jet black hair reached down to her ass, or would have if she stood upright. Her slight breasts still looked larger than they did in their natural state. Her smooth, lithe body reminded him of a gazelle in mid leap. As stunningly beautiful as before, but a different kind of beautiful. This strange, manufactured beauty enveloped her like a sheath of perfection. Her large almond shaped eyes, orbs so dark they looked black, seemed to take in everything all at once. They sucked all the light out of the room and into them, swallowing up all the emotion and pleasure from the chamber. Alison became a well of delight, a vessel created solely for the capture and containment of pure, unadulterated rapture. The Japanese delegates filled her up with bliss, and silently marveled at her ability to accept it all.

That woman down there was Alison. His heart still told him she hadn't changed, despite what his eyes and mind screamed at him. 

That women down there wasn't Alison. The lovely, tanned creation of the Japanese Masters was a complete stranger to him both in form and in action. What part of it remained the woman he'd married? What part of Alison remained untouched through all of the transmutations her malleable flesh had been subjected to? 

Felix knew regret, then.

He'd have to make do with his money, his new women and with his happy memories of his loving, beautiful wife. The two exquisite creatures who now serviced him should've been enough. The easy five million should've made him feel no regrets. The money and women didn't salve over the hideous, self-inflicted wound in his soul.

A vital part of him had been lost. One he'd every intention of winning back.

Felix pushed Helena roughly to the ground and leaped upon her. His cock fit within her pussy as if her box had been molded to accommodate only him. 

Of course, it had been. 

He pummeled the incredibly tight, hairless mound of rosy maiden flesh with a fury he'd steered clear of previously. Helena squeaked below him as he roughly took her, yet she cradled him in her arms as she would a newborn baby. Cassiopeia had followed him down and still attempted to eat his ass as he worked over her twin.

Felix paid neither woman any mind. His body may have been in the monitoring room, but his mind was with his wife in the Octagon. Felix used his two sluts, but longed for the only woman that really mattered to him.

§§§

From the doorway of the observation room, Master James nodded in satisfaction. There wouldn't be any more trouble from this quarter. Felix had accepted his fate. Master James could now deal with more pressing problems. He left Felix and his two women locked in a dance of debauchery and lust that he knew would never truly satisfy Alison's lonely husband.

§§§

Alison soon lost track of all the comings and goings of the Japanese delegation. Her body had rarely seen such meticulous, thorough use and care. Not a moment passed that didn't have someone taking her ass, pussy or mouth. She couldn't even imagine how life could get better for her.

She didn't have to imagine. Eriko had thought it all out for her in advance.

Nobuhiro lay on his back, penis sticking out at almost right angles from the line of his body. Alison understood she was to sit upon him, but that he'd choose which orifice he'd insert himself into. As he looked up at her, buttocks descending, he spied her puckered asshole winking at him.

An otherwise difficult decision became an easy one to make. Many other cocks and tongues had been in there this evening. Her traumatized sphincter wouldn't fully close for the next three or four hours. Her ass gaped wide, ready to accept anyone's equipment. The grinning fellow slid into her ass. His cock sank effortlessly into her. 

The slender Japanese man’s loins smacked hard against her firm buttocks. Alison cringed, not from any discomfort but because this part of her had been the exclusive domain of her husband. She'd never really enjoyed anal sex, but had given her ass up to her beloved husband Felix. She'd allow him to ravage her asshole until she passed out if it gave him even the slightest modicum of pleasure. Felix always appreciated her sacrifice, and received great satisfaction in this freely bestowed gift she offered him.

Each time she gave her ass freely to the Japanese Masters, it felt like a betrayal of her husband's trust.

Still, Alison had learned early on not to protest too much. Indeed, she soon lost any urge to resist them at all. This was not like having sex with the Western Masters. She needed no drug-reinforced or hypnotically induced trances to surrender herself and her body. The Japanese used their forceful personalities and her own body's incredible need to shape her to their will and desires.

When subjected to the twin fires of their commanding presences and her own body's incredible lust, even good steel like her resolve softened and bent.

The thin cock speared up inside of her, then suddenly stopped. It felt like it doubled in girth while interred within her rectal sheath. She knew that, if he wished, he could make his penis enlarge with just a thought. These people had complete mastery over the flesh. Something trivial like penis enlargement posed no difficulty for them. The head of his cock wedged tightly, almost painfully, inside her.

There was no way he, she or anyone else in attendance could pry him out of her. His assault bolt had firmly lodged itself within her, and couldn't be budged without tearing up her insides.

Alison gasped as the man below her grabbed her by the roots of her hair and yanked backwards. Her head snapped back. A low moan escaped from her parted lips.

Another man stepped across her, pumping his cock ferociously, then descended. He ran his thick knob across her bottom lip, enjoying the feel of her silky mouth upon his solid bar of meat. "A touch too thin," he mused, waving his wand across her swelling lips. As he brushed his penis along her top lip it, too, inflated. His prick filled them out like it could inject collagen. Her new, sexy pout smiled at him. He'd created them for the express purpose of servicing him.




The Training Ch. 04



"Open," he said. Alison quickly obeyed. His cock slid in. The hard pole tickled the back of her throat, making her choke. Alison raised her hands to push him off of her. He grasped them, then pulled her hands above her head. Though slender, he had muscles made of drawn steel. She fought him but couldn't win. He kept her hands well up out of his way. He pumped himself into her face, slowly, sinking into her hot mouth. At no time did he attempt to force himself down into her tightening throat. He seemed content to use only her mouth. He playfully poked his cockhead into each of her cheeks as he fucked her face. Her cheeks puffed out like a nut-carrying squirrel's.

Alison wished she had more spit with which to work. The hard cock caught on the insides of her cheeks and roof of her mouth. A little more moisture would make its passage much easier to bear.

Of course, with a mouthful of cock, she couldn't make her desires known. As it turned out, she didn't have to.

She felt the underside of her tongue tingle with the feeling that presaged her sicking up after a night of uncontrolled drinking. She hated the Hot Spits with a passion that equaled her love of merlot. The nausea washed over her. Clear, runny drool filled her mouth like a washing machine's basin did during the wash cycle. Ryota didn't stop his skullfucking. He hammered his fist of hard cock into her, sending dribbles of the hot saliva oozing out of the sides of her plump mouth. The spittle washed over her cheeks and chin, each successive buck from his hips sending another splash of sticky goo out of her filled orifice.

Where had all this spit come from? They could even control her saliva glands? More importantly, how had they known her desires?

Alison had no time to ponder these questions. As one man held her down by skewering her face with his lance of hard cock and another anchored her by her rectum, the third prepared to add himself to the mix. Hiroaki straddled her then lowered himself to her. In his awkward position his cock could barely graze the lips of her wet, hungry pussy.

He hovered too far away. He couldn't get any of his meat into her. Her starving twat cried out for him, smacking wetly.

Then again, he too had mastery over the flesh. One moment his cock could only graze her puffy, hungry maw. The next, he'd buried himself right to her cervix. Alison gurgled around the growing cock stuck between her lips. The penises in her twat, ass and mouth inflated simultaneously.

Without even moving his hips, her latest lover had managed to impale her. Alison tried to rear up, but the bulbous cock lodged in her rectal sheath wouldn't permit her ass to rise. She remained pinned in place, a butterfly affixed to a bed of thin leather by strong pins skewering her head and body. Never before had Alison endured a triple play like this. Each of her holes had been taken by a man for his pleasure and stretched out to its maximum diameter.

She had never imagined that she could feel so full.

Keira and Arieru seized her arms and yanked them aside, almost dislocating Alison's shoulders. Her fingers rubbed against wet, soft folds. The flesh that could only belong to the secret places all women possessed. Alison dabbled in the warm, well-lubricated pussies she'd been gifted with. Her hands deftly manipulated the fragrant folds of womanflesh as if born to do so. Their pussy lips felt strangely animated, almost sentient in the way they gripped her probing fingers and mashed against her hands. Those pussies had the same fine motor control as her own dexterous hands possessed! She couldn’t decide which thrilled her more, having her hole stuffed full of hard cock, or dabbling the most intimate places that the Japanese woman possessed.

The men in her mouth and twat had long stopped pumping into her. The expanding cylinders of meat jammed within her made her entire body tingle. The fierce, sharp stabs that her firing nerves created around her stretching orifices brought tears to her eyes. Even if she could've screamed for them to stop she knew she wouldn't have. The challenge inherent in her situation brought out a competitive side she never realized she possessed. How much cock could she handle? Did she have a limit? She'd discover the answers soon enough.

She wanted this, she realized. She wanted to make all three of these strong, dominant men come within her. She'd show them how she'd learned how to master flesh long before hearing about the Masters. She'd pleasure all of them, force orgasms from them before allowing herself to succumb. She couldn't morph her own body or the bodies of others, but she could stimulate them until they burst. She would make them come before her body failed her. The two women as well, she decided. All five would reach paradise before she permitted herself to orgasm for any one of them.

A miscalculation on one of the Japanese men's parts made her task easier. Nobuhiro in her bottom tried fucking her with his swollen prick. Her stretched out asshole felt dipped in Tabasco and rimmed with pepper and celery salt. She longed for a hot, wet tongue to lick away the spicy seasoning and salve her burning, tortured ass. No way would she orgasm with that ring of fire behind her! 

Even worse than the cock in her ass was the one deep within her slit. She now knew how the log felt as the wedge split it in two. She expected that long cock to shoot up out of her mouth, knocking out the one that already filled it. Alison's ragged breath whistled through her flared nostrils. She almost swore that the harpoon cock in her snatch had pierced her lungs multiple times already. It hurt to breathe. She was suffocating in a sea of cock and could do nothing about it. Alison passed into unconsciousness.

§§§

Alison awoke laying in the middle of the cross feeling utterly spent. All of her senses worked overtime. Her body felt banged up, stretched out and inflamed. Her flesh tingled all over from severe overuse. Sweat slickened her skin and matted her long, black hair. Other fluids, both male and female, also coated her golden skin.

She had never been so thoroughly used for so long a time. She shivered from the memories of her experiences in the Octagon and from the cool breeze that washed over her superheated skin. No one had held her for agonizingly long minutes. The Japanese had left her on the crucifix, disappearing into the shadows beyond the black opening of the doorway. They had done one more thing before leaving, however. They had secured her leashes to the eyelets in the floor. She lay upon her back secured to the ground by the six tethers that fanned out from her neck collar. Even if not so bound, she doubted she would've tried to leave. She felt utterly spent and more than content to rest for the moment.

She heard near-silent shuffling of slippered feet approaching. She turned her head to the doorway, then started in alarm.

Twelve senior Western Masters approached her, wearing their robes of authority. They circled around her, standing a pair to each of the secured leashes. A low, deep rumble echoed throughout the chamber, a sexy voice that she instantly recognized as belonging to James, the Head Master.

"You have done exceedingly well, Alison. The Japanese delegates have given you top marks. For that, I thank you." Master James cleared his throat. "However, that was a very special event. You still have not been introduced to the regular membership. I now present to you the first twelve members who will be sampling you. First, let me present ..."

Alison's panicked mind tuned out the rest. More Masters? Twelve to start? The first twelve of how many men?

She tried to sit up, but the leashes bolted to the floor jerked her back down. The leather tethers creaked alarmingly as she struggled against them. The leashes held her fast. One of the Masters broke his dignified pose and stepped hard upon the leash closest to his foot. Alison slammed back down to the bench. 

"Now that you've been introduced, the membership will be permitted their pleasure. Please enjoy yourselves, gentlemen."

That was it for decorum. Alison was buried under a sea of grasping hands and pressing bodies. Their grasping, immature ways reminded her of little boys in the playground all scrambling to play with the same toy, not caring if they broke it in their careless haste to have it first. For the first time this evening she sincerely wished she could slip under the influence of one of those silly trance states. She truly didn't want to be fully conscious and aware for the next three hours or so.

As a cock rammed into her slippery, well stretched pussy, she found herself wondering how her husband Felix was doing. It had been a long time since they'd made love.

§§§

James worked in his study. 

No he didn't, he sat there idly leafing through paperwork that he just didn't feel like doing. When he heard a rap at the door, he didn't bother answering. The visitor didn't bother waiting on ceremony. Eriko entered his study without permission, closing the stout door behind her.

"Rudeness, Eriko? I wouldn't have believed it possible." He spoke flawless Japanese. Eriko was pleased to hear it. She'd worried that he might have forgotten his mother tongue. 

"You remember your language, Toshiro. Will you not also remember who you are?" Eriko stroked his arm with a gentle, loving touch. Beneath his shirt sleeve the flesh violently rippled. Eriko stepped back a couple paces as the burly black man imploded, compressing his frame into a slighter, though no less muscled build. His golden skin was a match for Eriko's own. Within moments, a Japanese man sat where James had once been. Only the eyes remained the same. Still brown, still warm. But now confusion and longing lived there. 

"It's been a while since I wore this flesh," he said to no one in particular.

"I am surprised you can even return to your true form."

Master James laughed. "Sometimes, Eriko, so am I. Actually, I'd quite forgotten how I once looked. It took your appearance to remind me." Master James drew the petite Japanese woman to him. Her flesh melted into his arms, not metaphorically but physically. It molded around his muscular frame. She had mastered control of her flesh, just as he had long decades ago.

As a matter of fact, he'd been the one to train her. She was his first disciple. Her skill in matters of the flesh rivaled his in most areas, and in a couple completely outstripped him.

"Self conceptualization is a very powerful tool, Toshiro. The flesh remembers, even if you do not."

"Projection," Master James said, "is a much more important factor. Man tries to mold himself to others' expectations. He sees himself only as others see him, not as he truly is." Master James thought for a moment. "Toshiro. That man is gone."

"Hush." Eriko pressed her lips to his, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth to silence him. His radical words sent shivers down her spine. True, she agreed with him, but she'd rather forget about such dangerous ideas. She eventually released him.

"Your scar has vanished," she whispered. "Remember how I cut you with the straight razor when shaving your chin for the first time?" She traced the line of his jaw with a sharp fingernail. His flesh tortured itself, creating a thin, white scar behind it. The puckered line looked old, even though it had not existed mere seconds ago.

"I remember." Master James smiled. "I also remember how I punished you for cutting me, and how sweet our reconciliation was."

"I remember too," she said. She dropped to her knees in front of him and worked his cock out of his pants. She nuzzled her cheek against it, bringing it to rigid life.

"I want that woman, Toshiro. She has the gift. I want to develop it in her."

"I sensed it as well. She will be powerful once properly trained."

"You Westerners do not allow women in your ranks. Will she be trained or used?" 

"That is my business, not yours." Master James groaned as Eriko sucked him deep within her mouth. Even after all this time, she still knew how to manipulate his flesh as well as she could morph her own. "You really want her, don't you?" Master James said through his gasping.

"Yes, I want her," she confirmed.

Master James emptied himself into Eriko's mouth, filling her cheeks up completely. A sticky trickle of his seed leaked out from the corner of her mouth. "You can't have her," he decreed.

"We will see," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of a slender hand. "You've never been able to defy me for long, Toshiro. Not when you lived in Hokkaido, and not since you've come to America. I will get what I want." She kissed the head of his cock fondly. "I always do." 

FIN 



The Training Ch. 05



The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor feels that they have stepped back into a more leisurely, more dignified era of history, but without sacrificing any of the more useful gadgets of modern civilisation. Air-conditioning protects the inhabitants from the rigours of a sub-tropical climate. Motor cars whisk them from one building to another. Desalination provides ample water. The most modern medical advances are practised in the hospitals. Television shows umpteen channels. Education utilises the most modern computer-aided systems. Childbirth is no longer as dangerous as it used to be, even though eunuch doctors are the only ones available to the women of the harems. Becoming a eunuch is very rarely a fatal operation since it is carried out by experts in surgical conditions second to none. A girl being cut and sewn to make her incapable of sexual pleasure and virtually unusable by a man (except for sodomy) now has a less than one in a thousand chance of contracting a dangerous infection. Moderation in all things is the watchword. Toleration extends to allowing alcohol to be sold to foreign workers in the country, though only within their company compounds. Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.

Of course, these facilities are not all available to all the population, but for all those who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave might not benefit from all of them, but the medical services ensure that a slave no longer has to be humanely destroyed if an over-enthusiastic owner damages it somewhat while administering discipline.

The disadvantages of civilisation as it is understood in the West are nevertheless kept at bay. Advertising is negligible. Tourists are not permitted to enter the country. Women are not allowed to show their faces on the streets. Marriages are arranged by parents, who are wiser in their choices than the impulses of youth would be. There is none of the political brouhaha since the country is ruled by the Emir whom Allah has appointed. His word is law, literally; were he to say "Off with his head," the miscreant would be executed in public within the hour.

All of this is made possible by the oil on which the Emirate rests. When all the oil reserves have been extracted, in some centuries time, the level of the land will have been lowered by an average of ten feet. The oil is a 'heavy crude' which is dug out of the ground in lumps, looking for all the world like treacle toffee. There is none of the messy liquid to process and no unsightly wells.

The Emir, His Magnificence Mahmoud Abdullah, has ruled the land in peace and prosperity for many years. In that time he has made many friends throughout the world. Some of his especial friends share his tastes and interests in the selection, training, and breeding of women. Hearing of the transformation skills of the Masters Guild and its staff, the Emir decided to investigate.

***

It was some weeks after Alison returned from her visit to Japan when the Guild of Masters received an unusual visitor, and a royal visitor at that.

"Welcome to the Masters Guild, your Majesty," said Master James, somewhat unsure of himself in the presence of one so far above him in social standing. It wasn't the title that frightened him, it was the credit report he had seen that morning. Dun and Bradstreet had rated his personal wealth as requiring a telephone call to them. When Master James telephoned, fearing a hoaxer, they had assured him that the Emir could afford to pay a bill of "more than a billion dollars" from his personal bank account, and Master James had never realised that such a rating even existed.

"Relax, my friend," the Emir said, "I am not a Majesty. If you really want to be formal I am a Magnificence; to be truly formal I am His Magnificence, the Emir Ibrahim, but I thought that here I was among friends. A simple Sir will suffice."

After the tour of the premises, the Emir explained why he was there, "It is not the training of the women which interests me. We have our own ways of training them which I assure you work well. It was the transformation process that interested me."

As Master James started to speak the Emir held up one hand and continued, "I know. It is a secret. I don't want your secret, though doubtless it could be bought."

'To a man who could pay a billion dollars out of his personal bank account, the whole of the Masters Guild and all the Masters in it could be bought, and there would be enough left over to buy most of the US Senate,' Master James thought.

"All I may wish to do is have some women transformed, for a proper fee of course. The fee would have to include a guarantee of their safety."

"Sure we could arrange that, Sir," said Master James, "No problem."

"What worries me is that when you have transformed, let's say a quiet ordinary woman into a Hollywood Beauty Queen and enhanced her sexual desire to the point of nymphomania, can a man still enjoy her? Does it ruin her self-control and training?"

"If you will permit me, Sir, we can demonstrate such a woman to you whenever you wish."

"Tomorrow, then, about four in the afternoon? And it will be a private demonstration?"

"Most certainly," said Master James, and the Emir left.

Master James immediately rang Felix.

"Felix," he said, "Do you enjoy your visits with us?"

"Yeah," said Felix enthusiastically.

"Well, we, that is the Guild, would like to ask a favour of you."

"You got it," replied Felix without hesitation.

"We would like to offer Alison tomorrow, as part of a demonstration of our skills, to a visitor who is not a member of the Guild. He is an honoured guest of ours from overseas. Of course he does not have a member's right to demand her, so I'm asking it as a favour."

"I thought you now owned her?" asked Felix, perplexed.

"We do, for Guild purposes, but this is so far beyond our rights in her that I felt we should ask you, as a favour, to agree to this."

"Okay, right. Can I watch?"

"We hope you don't insist. He's a might touchy about that. You can watch on video afterwards, but not directly," said Master James firmly.

Felix shrugged, "Okay, I guess. Who's the big VIP?"

"Let us just say that he is Royalty from one of the oil states."

"A Sheikh or something?"

"Something like that, yes."

***

Mid-morning of the next day the Emir's Rolls arrived and Master James wondered what was happening. The chauffeur, a tall well-built Arab, seemed to be the only occupant and he delivered a parcel to Master James without uttering one single syllable. Opening the parcel in his office Master James found two pages of detailed instructions, and a harem costume.

Just after lunch Alison was duly delivered to the Masters Guild.

"You got plenty time to prepare; he won't be ready for you for a couple hours. Here is the gear he wants you in," said Master James, handing her a bundle of clothes, "I'll check you over and finish the preparation when you are done. Oh, and no jewellery. The rings come off for this man. He figures nipple rings are gaudy, and clit rings are stupid because they give the woman some pleasure but contribute nothing to the man's excitement."

Alison had a leisurely bath and examined the clothes she was to wear. The top was a sleeveless brocade waistcoat with some sort of sequins sewn in behind the embroidery making it sparkle in the light. It was in the style of a western bolero top, but had neither buttons nor button holes. That did not matter because it did not meet across the breasts but left them visible at each swing as she walked. The other garment was a pair of loose sheer chiffon trousers in pastel blue, with no gusset or seam between the legs. Thus the legs were encased, but the gap left the wearer's cunt completely visible and accessible. As the gap ran from the front waistband right through to the back, the arse-crack was also totally available.

Ally's spirit rose and her cunt began to liquefy at the mere thought of the reactions of the men who might see her in this outfit. Clearly these clothes were not designed for warmth, decency or comfort. They were designed solely for the pleasure of the man watching the woman who wore them. The blue of the trousers complemented her blonde tresses perfectly. Putting them on, she sat at the dressing table and carefully applied her make-up.

Then she walked out into Master James's office and asked, "Will I do?"

"Not yet," said Master James, "Lay on the couch; I have to complete your make-up."

He took some rouge and reddened her nipples and areolae carefully, then he applied more rouge to her labia. Turning her on her front he spread her arse-cheeks and oiled her anus carefully, using three fingers to make sure she was thoroughly eased open and it was all Alison could do to keep her mind on the guest she was expected to pleasure. As he was doing so, he explained what this client wanted.

"First, you are nothing to him. Your sole purpose in that room is for his pleasure. If he says 'cum' you cum immediately. If he doesn't order you to cum, you don't cum. You only ever do exactly what he orders. You only speak in answer to a direct question. If he hits you, he hits you and that's that. If he fucks you that's up to him. If he says 'jump' you don't wait to ask 'how high'. You start by kneeling at the foot of his bed and kissing his feet and slowly work your way up his legs. Then you start to kiss and lick his prick and balls. You don't take it in your mouth unless you are told to do so. He will direct you from there."

Master James paused.

"On your back and play with your clit," he ordered, "Make yourself nearly cum, but don't you dare finish."

After watching her for some minutes, Master James motioned her to stop, and then squeezed her cunt top to bottom to make it gape open and poured in a liberal helping of oil. Fingers again ensured she was completely lubricated. As he did this Alison longed for his thick length inside her.

"OK, you'll do," he said, "Now get in there and remember everything I told you about how to approach this man. If he isn't pleased with you, I shall be angry. If I'm angry, Felix will be angry. The visitor will punish you; then I'll punish you for being punished. Then Felix will take you home to the worst punishment of all; never to return here again."

***

The bed on which her temporary Master reclined was higher than any she had seen before, easily three feet off the floor. She only had to bend at the waist to be perfectly positioned to kiss his feet. Quickly she worked her way up the legs, marvelling at the cleanliness of this man.

"Mmm," she murmured as she licked at the plum-coloured head of his prick, "I do adore a lovely big ..."

She was never clear what happened then but she found herself in a heap on the floor with her head ringing from a blow over her left ear. The Emir was standing over her with a small dog-whip in his hand.

SPLAT.

The pain across her lower back and buttocks where the whip had landed was excruciating, but she retained enough grasp of her surroundings to hear him say, "You were not given permission to speak. Americans never train their women properly. Start again, and be quick about it. Personally, I have all my American concubines' vocal cords removed before they come to my bed."

With that he lay down on the bed again.

"Do I have to send you back and ask for a replacement?" he asked impatiently.

Alison scrambled to her feet and made her way to the foot of the bed, where she carefully started to kiss his feet and legs again, reflecting on how upset Master James, and especially Felix would be if the Emir rejected her. Then she remembered Master James's threat that she would never return to the Masters Guild if she failed tonight. The thought horrified her and she realised, for the first time, that she was utterly addicted to this place and its many demands.

As she licked and sucked her way round and along his prick and balls, she waited for a command to change what she was doing. Eventually that command came.

"My nipples."

She moved carefully up his body, not neglecting his navel en route to his nipples which, she discovered, erected whenever she feathered them with the tip of her tongue, but did not appreciate being sucked. She learned that because he also played with her nipples, exciting her when he was pleased and digging his nails in cruelly if she displeased him. This confused her a little, because the pain excited her more than the stroking. The next order arrived soon after that.

"I believe your police instruct you to 'assume the position'."

Obediently she slid off the high bed and stood, feet apart, bent forwards on to the bed, arms above her head, ready to be searched for concealed weapons in true 'Highway Patrol' fashion. The Emir slipped quietly off the bed at the opposite side and walked round the foot of the bed to stand next to her. For some moments nothing happened and she wondered if she should do something; then she remembered her instructions that, 'You only do what he orders'.

Her arse-cheeks were gripped firmly and spread apart as he inspected her darker rosebud. Then he released them and she thought for a moment that liquid fire had been poured on them. The pain quickly localised and she understood that he had hit her, hard, with the dog whip exactly across the centre of her buttocks, as near as she could tell. A second conflagration arrived a little above the first one; this made her cry out in pain.

"Hold still. Has nobody taught you to take a whipping without dancing about like a dervish on Ecstasy?"

A third stroke, lower this time, elicited a small scream. Her tormentor grunted his dissatisfaction and she quickly quietened herself. Again nothing happened for an appreciable time.

"I must admit that white-skinned women mark more colourfully than our native olive-skinned beauties," remarked the Emir, as though the colour of the weals of a whipping were as inconsequential as the exact shade of her nail varnish.

He spread her cheeks wide apart again, and this time thrust deep into her cunt with a rigidity that pleased her immensely. She wiggled her arse and clenched her cunt muscles at the sheer delight of this man's iron shaft deep inside her. She almost had an orgasm, but remembered just in time that it was forbidden until she was told she could. It was only when she felt his penis enter the narrower passage that it dawned on her that her vagina was occupied by the handle of the whip.

Settling himself firmly in her anus he issued the next order, "Cough."

She did not understand this order, and he had to repeat it in an exasperated tone, "Cough. That way the muscles contract on me and I receive some small pleasure from it. In the name of all that is holy, have you had no training?"

Interpreting this question as not being rhetorical, she answered, "Almost none, by your standards, Master."

At this he laughed so hard that he was dislodged from her rear end. He sat on the bed and stared at her so that she, too, started to laugh.

When they had both recovered, he raised his voice a little and called, "James."

In seconds Master James was in the room. This was not the suave assured Master James that Alison knew. This Master James looked very worried and was almost stammering.

"Y-Your Majesty, what can I do that will be of service?"

"What I want now is a liquid."

"Sir, what fruit juice would you like, or coffee, or anything else you may desire?"

"This is not Kobekistan, here in your country alcohol is permitted. Champagne please."

Master James dashed from the room and as he did so the Emir pulled the whip out of Alison's cunt and pushed her face down on the bed. Master James returned in a matter of moments with a magnum of Champagne and a single glass. The Emir looked at the bottle critically.

"Schramsberg Blanc De Blanc, well I suppose it will do," he said, "After all it isn't to drink."

Expertly opening it he proceeded to pour a good deal of it on to Alison's abused rear end.

Rubbing her buttocks enthusiastically, he remarked, "That should relax the muscles."

Dropping the bottle on the floor, he re-entered her arse and continued to sodomise her enthusiastically, ignoring Master James completely, whereupon that gentleman withdrew discretely. Alison again found it very difficult to hold her own climax off but she fought against it with all the effort she could muster. This was a Master she wanted to please, not because of the threats now, but because he was so unbelievably self assured. The Masters here shouted and gave orders but it was always possible to disobey them, if unwise. With this man, Ally thought, disobedience just was not a possibility. After a steady pounding for some minutes, Alison felt her bowels flooded with copious jets of his semen.

Rolling off her he again called, "James."

As Master James rushed in to the room, the Emir simply said, "Dinner," nodded to Master James, and said nothing more as he swept out of the bedroom.

"Well done," said Master James, "His nod showed that he enjoyed you. Visiting Masters here don't often tip that well, either."

Suddenly pushing her back on the bed, to her great delight Master James fucked her hard and fast. Well before he came, Ally screamed out as her own release overtook her, and it felt as if a giant weight were being lifted off her shoulders. She realised how hard she had had to work in the last hour to prevent herself from coming without being ordered to. When they had both recovered from this bout which had been triggered by their relief at the departure of the Emir, they stood up and she remembered what Master James had said.

"Tip?" asked Alison perplexed, "What tip?"

"The coat and trousers. He indicated that you can keep them."

"So? I need more bedroom clothes? I can't buy what I need?"

Alison shook her head; of course Felix could provide anything she needed.

"You little fool. You see how the jacket sparkles as you move in it? That is because it has diamonds sewn into the embroidery. It must be worth several hundred thousand dollars in jewellery alone. If you auctioned a genuine 21st century harem outfit in the right place, there is no limit to what some men would pay, especially if a night's demonstration of its use by the woman selling it is thrown in."

***

As the Emir was leaving after the excellent dinner that the Guild had provided in a private dining room, he surprised Master James again with a suggestion.

"Can you alter the physical characteristics really drastically?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir, we can change anything the client requires."

"Well, when fucking a woman I sometimes like to suck on a nipple at the same time," said the Emir, "Could you move one nipple to the middle of her shoulder blades so that I could have that pleasure while fucking her arse? And still have it functioning properly to rouse her, of course? It would save having two women in the room at the same time, which is awkward with some of our larger women."

Master James assured him that such an operation was entirely possible, and then he wondered if some of their other Masters might also like the option of a woman with one, or even both of her breasts at the back.

***

Later, as Alison and Felix were leaving the Mansion, Master James said to Felix, "Here's the tape of the evening. Don't lose it, and Alison, don't leave the pj's on the subway."

"We're not going home on the ..." Alison started to say, and then realised it was a joke, the first he had ever made to her; she glowed at the thought that she must have pleased him today.

Please excuse my writing in English. They didn't teach American at my school. 



The Training Ch. 06



Alison stood in the anteroom of the house not sure where to go this time. She had been released to Felix and he had ordered one last round of physical changes for her. He wanted her to have red hair and some of the commands for his "new" wife had been changed. The commands were changed to these in a list easily followed.

Phase 1- Light arousal and strong oral urges.

Phase 2- Medium arousal and intense anal urges.

Phase 3- Heavy arousal and total slut wanton urges.

Phase 4- Complete control given to the commander and no reserve what so ever to deny any request or command.

Felix stood in the doorway watching the sexy redhead who used to be a reserved wife and decided that now he would test out the first of the phases. But first to set a little plan in motion he commanded her to go and fix dinner for four and to wear only an apron. Alison had wanted to change clothes first and freshen up and she started to voice this to her husband when suddenly Felix spoke.

"Phase 4 initiated slut," he said firmly, watching her for a reaction. 

Suddenly deep inside her a switch was flipped and Alison now only knew to follow her husband's instructions to the letter. "Yes, Master," she replied quickly looking down to the floor. 

In an instant she was gone and in the kitchen setting out food and stripping down to her birthday suit and placing an apron over her head and tying it off behind her just above the swell of her juicy buttocks. 

Felix walked into the den and placed a few phone calls. He called his buddies that he knew were lacking in the getting pussy department and told them to come over for dinner and a surprise. One of the guys said that he had a girl with him and would it be alright to have her join them. "Of course," Felix replied, "but she might have to participate in a little game I have planned." Ted, his friend said that shouldn't be a problem and then hung up.

Twenty minutes later Felix finished his phone calls and was standing behind his wife admiring the sweet reconstructed ass she had and decided to get some for himself before sharing his new slut with anyone else. 

"Phase 2 initiated," he said as he walked behind her and started to kiss her neck and reached down to squeeze her firm ass. 

Alison now felt the overwhelming urge to have her husband fuck her tight asshole, she had never been much for taking it back there but now for some strange reason that is all she could think about it. She dropped the dishes in her hand into the sink and reached behind her. Her hand immediately brushed the front of Felix's pants and his cock aroused and erect pressed against her palm.

Alison stood there with so many different thoughts running through her mind and yet the only clear thought was get Felix to fuck you in the arse. She wiggled her tight little bum back to where her hand was grasping Felix's cock and ground into him. Not being able to wait a second longer she unzipped his pants and pulled open his boxer shorts and tugged his adequate manhood out the opening. 

Not a word had been spoken barring his command and she was dripping with lust. Felix had only kissed her shoulders and neck yet she was feeling more randy than she had in years for her husband. Leading him by his cock she walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. She peered inside looking for some quick type of lube and there it was. The container of butter would do nicely she figured for the impromptu ass fuck that was about to take place. 

Still holding Felix's cock firmly in hand she led him towards the serving island in the middle of the kitchen and stopped. Once there she dropped to her knees and came head to head with her husband's bouncing love warrior. Alison slowly stroked his cock as she looked up into his eyes. "Felix," she whispered. 

It was then that Felix remembered what the Master's had told him about taking firm control over his new slut, he would have to be assertive and rough at times to make sure she never strayed far from within his control. Being that right now he wanted her mouth wrapped around his cock he just put his hand in her fiery red hair and nudged his cock into her open mouth. 

"Suck me Alison," he both commanded and begged in one quick quip.

Alison new nothing now except trying to please her husband. Before she had been transplanted to the compound and trained she would have laughed at her husband and walked away if he talked to her like that. But, now she felt her pussy moisten even more at the way he was taking control. She liked feeling helpless to her urges and hoped that he would continue to dominate her in this way. Alison felt she could get very used to being his slut, after all that is what she was now, his for the claiming.

Alison stopped thinking and licked the swollen head of her husband's cock as he pushed it into her mouth. Her tongue slid over the helmet repeatedly, she could taste the copious amounts of precum leaking from the slit in his cock and it only fueled her on for more. She was torn though between wanting him to cum in her mouth or in her ass or all over her. That would be his decision. She knew they didn't have enough time for two or all of those choices just one bout for Felix before his friends arrived.

Felix pushed his cock deeper into Alison's throat and was amazed that for the first time in their years of marriage she didn't gag when he hit the back of her throat. This spurred him forth and he hoped this was only the beginning to his wife's transformation gifts. Felix held Alison's head in his hands and fucked her mouth like he had always dreamed of doing.

Once Alison felt Felix's hands on her head she went crazy, the lust quelled up inside needed to find its own release and she would help it she thought as she reached underneath her apron and rubbed her hairless pussy with three fingers. Rubbing wasn't good enough though and she slipped her fingers up inside and curled them touching her sweet spot as her cunt quivered and tugged at her fingers as if trying to suck them up deeper inside. She could feel the tightness and elasticity of her pussy now and was amazed at how impossibly tight she could be after being so thoroughly fucked throughout her training and during her overseas adventure.

Felix was nearing orgasm but, damn, he thought, I don't have enough time to cum and then fuck her so I have to get into that tight ass now. "Alison, stand up and bend over the island, you dirty little slut wife," he ordered.

Alison quick to obey jumped up and pulled the top off the butter and pushed her hand down into the creamy mixture. Once she had enough she grasped Felix's cock and stroked the makeshift lube all over his cock. He slid easily between her fingers and she found that she was having trouble keeping her grip on his shaft. Well that would make slipping into her ass easier.

Alison now focused her attention on her own tight little asshole and as Felix watched she scooped up just a bit more of the butter and then spread her asscheeks with one hand while running the cold butter all over her anal opening. Alison rubbed it in and then pushed her fingers deeper past the tight ring to her asshole and inside. Once she had gained access with two fingers she worked a third in and satisfied she was prepared she reached back and grabbed Felix's slippery cock and pulled him to her. She had to readjust twice because his manhood slid out of her fist as she pulled him nearer.

Felix watched as Alison spread her asscheeks and bent over the island. Her little brown asshole was slick with butter and looked enticing. He had to have her now. He placed one hand on her asscheek and the other gripped his cock as he pushed forward and nudged the head of his shaft against her anal ring. At first it seemed he wouldn't be able to get into the tight backdoor opening but then with one more push the head slipped inside as well as an inch or two of his shaft. 

"OH god," Alison exclaimed in a mixture of joy and pain, "that hurts, but feels incredible Felix."

WHACK! Felix let his hand slap hard against her ass as he pushed more of his shaft inside the tightest of orifices on his wife's body. "You will call me sir or master slut," Felix growled feeling his power now.

"Yes, master," Alison cried out as she felt more of Felix's shaft pushed into her tight asshole. 

Felix couldn't believe this feeling of complete power and control and the how virile fucking his wife's ass was making him. He felt like a young stud again and this time around he had his own personal whore to please him whenever and however he should choose. Felix pulled almost all the way out of Alison's rectum and then shoved the remaining length of his shaft in to the hilt. He proceeded to pound his wife's asshole as hard as he could and reading her body language and moans it seemed to him she loved it.

"Yes, master, fuck my tiny little asshole as hard as you can, please make it hurt, make it feel so could," Alison begged.

"Grrrumph!" Felix growled loudly as sweat dripped from his body onto his wife's backside. He couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer and he wanted to make his little slut come with him. Reaching around he took her hand in his and guided it to her dripping little pussy. "Play with your cunt, whore," he commanded as she started fingering her snatch with feverish passion.

Once they were in sync and moving in a flurry of ass pounding rhythm Alison reached her first orgasm in days. She had repressed her sexual urges as long as possible or rather until her master would allow another orgasm. 

"You may cum now trollop," Felix spoke between breaths.

He held her hips as he pounded her asshole for the first time and slammed her with every muscle he could work in his legs and hips. Felix would every few seconds remove his hand from her hips and swat her ass hard reminding her who was her master now and forever. 

As Alison climaxed her body went into a frenzy and her pussy clenched and gripped her fingers making it feel as if they might be snapped off inside her. Her asshole did the same to Felix's cock and it only managed to draw the orgasm welling deep within his balls. 

Felix shouted, "I'm cumming slut get ready."

"Yes, master, yes!" Alison joined in with her moans and squeals of delight.

One hard stroke later his cum traveled up the length of his shaft and the first few spurts went deep inside Alison's butter slicked asshole. He pulled out and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Even as he was doing this she was spinning around and reaching up on her own trying to grab Felix's pulsing shaft and force more jism from inside.

Spurt after glorious spurt landed on her face and outstretched tongue as Alison threw caution to the wind and wrapped her mouth back around his cock and mouth fucked Felix's cock until he could shoot no more.

Sated Felix stood there looking down as his happy wife sucked the remaining oozing cum from his cock and then bent forward to kiss his feet. "Sir," she inquired, "may I go take a shower quickly before the guests arrive and dress for the evening?"

"To the shower yes," Felix replied, "as for getting dressed you will wear only a thong a one of my dress shirts for dinner tonight. Now run along and be quick or you will be properly disciplined." 

Alison rushed upstairs still horny and needing more but if she was reading Felix right there would be lots more fun before the evening was up. She hoped he would use her now in front of his friends and maybe even let them all have a go at her. She knew that at least Ted was hung like a mule and that would be more than enough for her lust filled desires at the moment.

Felix went up just as Alison was stepping out of the shower. He knew he could command her to do things now and he would but first he wanted to get a shower and greet the others. It was his plan to show off the changes in his wife and then to have his friends fuck her. He had always liked the thought of seeing other men fuck his wife but she would never go for it before now she wouldn't have a choice. His command was sacred now and she would have to do whatever he commanded and like it, although he had no doubt she would be more than ready for anything he ordered her to do once the phase was set correctly in her mind.

Twenty minutes later Felix was greeting his friends at the door as his wife prepared the rest of dinner. Ted and Tiffany were the first to arrive and Tiffany was quite the little knockout. Felix had no idea how Ted had pulled this fine piece of ass but he was glad he had brought her along and hoped that she was bi as well that might just lead to more fun than he had expected.

Ted was a burly black man and the two men worked together and played cards every Tuesday night so Felix had heard all the tales of sex Ted had and also his bragging about a well above average cock swinging between his legs. Tonight may just prove his bragging wrong or right.

James and Ed arrived a few minutes later sans dates as they never seemed to find dates when they all went out. The guys were attractive or so Alicia had told him once before they just had no game, as the younger guys at work put it. Felix had no idea how his other two friends were endowed but as he had thought numerous times over the past few weeks and earlier tonight he may just find out.

"Welcome you guys, and girl, sorry Tiffany," Felix greeted once everyone was inside and had rid themselves of their coats, "I'm glad you all could make it tonight." "The occasion is just that Alison just arrived home today and I wanted to show her off after all her hard work."

Felix left it at that and then called to Alison to come in and join them in the living room for a moment. As she walked in the three men who were regulars in this house all let their jaws drop. Felix smiled to himself as the men looked Alison up and down appraising her new form. Her breast were a bit larger and more perky than before and she seemed a tad bit taller. Her lips were fuller and her hair color changed to red from its mousy coif prior to tonight. The last thing the men noticed was the fuller more luscious looking ass of their hostess. 

"Hello gentleman," Alison greeted them shyly. She was aware of her new shapely form and its effect on the male gender but she had yet to try it out amongst their friends or out in public. 

Each man rose and kissed her hand and admired her, this didn't fail to get noticed by Felix who had hoped for just such a reaction. When it came time to greet Tiffany the girl stood up and hugged Alison and reached down behind her and patted her tight freshly fucked little ass. "So nice to meet you," Tiffany said.

Alison felt underdressed standing there in only a thong and Felix's shirt but that was what he had commanded so that was how it would be. She turned quickly and led the others into the dining area where dinner was sitting prepared on the table. Alison was careful not to spin to fast, she didn't want to expose her assets to everyone. At least not yet.

As they sat and drank and talked the conversation was slowly nudged towards Alison's new shapely form. "So how did you do it," Tiffany inquired. Alison was a bit reluctant to speak of all that had happened to her but Felix quickly chimed in and told them that she had gone to a spa that used herbal therapy to help suppress appetite and enlarge bosoms and tone her body through working out.

Satisfied that everyone had their fill thus far Felix stood and looked at Alison, he walked over behind her and whispered in her ear, "Phase 1, my pet."

Alison immediately felt a stirring between her legs light and constant and she had a dire need to get someone's cock into her mouth, or to at least taste Tiffany. Felix again stood behind her and commanded her to stand. "Let us adjourn to the living room everyone," he spoke. 

Tiffany led the way back into the living room slightly intoxicated from the alcohol she had consumed during dinner. She was feeling playful and turned towards Ted and slipped her hand in his pocket. As they sat down Alison watched as the outline of the girl's hand steadily moved in Ted's pocket and she could see the shaft of his cock rising beneath the trousers.

Felix watched this and then went behind Alison, looking to his two other friends he asked if they liked his wife's new look. James and Ed nodded their assurances and then wide eyed stared as Felix lifted the shirt over his wife's head exposing her breasts and thong. 

"How would you like to see more fellows and Tiffany?" Felix inquired. 

"Oh god yes," all three answered in unison. They continued to watch as Felix ran his hands around the sensitive areolas of his wife and then pulled at her nipples as they hardened. Each could see the wetness on the front of her panties as she grew more aroused. 

"I think she wants to see you too everyone," Felix coaxed. 

With that the men who all were interested in seeing as much of Alison as possible stripped down to their boxer's. Ted's above average cock being hard already was poking through the opening in his underwear and it slapped his stomach as he stood up. 

Tiffany couldn't believe what was going on but nor did she mind, here before her out in the open was one of Ted's best friends wife nearly naked and Ted sitting next to her with his enormous hard on waving in the air. 

"Tiffany don't you want to see more also?" Felix asked. 

"Yes, but I, well I um," she fumbled for words, "I guess I could go down to bra and panties if Ted doesn't mind."

Ted quickly responded, "Get your clothes off now my sexy little succubus." 

With that Tiffany stood up and removed her blouse and started to shuck out of her skirt when Felix spoke into Alicia's ear again, "Phase 3 slut." As soon as the words left his mouth Alison was on the edge of an orgasm. She had no idea why but she wanted to get all three of four of the cocks in this room inside her and now. She also had more than a passing fancy to get between Tiffany's legs before it was all over.

Tiffany although a bit shy and reserved about stripping in front of perfect strangers decided to go with the mood. The mood being her pussy was on fire and she had a strong enough desire to see where this night could lead. She had been with a woman before but never with this many men in one setting. Perhaps this would be a night of many firsts. 

Alison carefully observed Tiffany's body language as the girl removed her bra now and stood there in front of them with only her panties on. Her hair was shining and she looked a little scared but delightfully turned on. This was ever visible by the rock hard nipples, and her shallow breaths. 

"Go to her Alison," Felix instructed. He now sat down in his chair and watched as Alicia made her way to the newly naked female in the room. Once she was within arms reach Alison stretched her arm forward and pulled Tiffany to her kissing her deeply. No hesitation from either woman at this point. 

The four men sat there with rock hard erections waiting to see just how far Ted and Felix would allow this to go before sending at least Ed and James home. Deciding that this was a rare enough site for them all four men slowly started jacking off watching the women. None of the men would look at the other fearing some homosexual comment from one another about looking at another guy stroking his shaft. This would all be rectified in a moment though. 

As Alison and Tiffany kissed their hands roamed on another's body and it was simply an erotic experience they shared together. Alicia turned Tiffany around and bent her over at the waist. Standing behind the beauty Alison heard Felix give her a command through her fogged up with arousal mind. "Lick her," was all he said.

Alison knelt down and grabbed Tiffany's asscheeks in one hand and spread them and then leaned in and darted her tongue over the tight little sphincter. Suddenly she had the urge to do more and as her hands traveled up the inner thigh of Tiffany she felt her fingers come in contact with the woman's wet pussy. Her fingers slipped in effortlessly as she tongue fucked Tiffany's asshole and worked her fingers in and out of the girl's wet snatch.




The Training Ch. 06



Tiffany was pushing back with her hips drawing tongue and fingers deeper inside her when she felt a hand on her head. As she turned her head she was staring directly into Ted's crotch. He took her head in one hand and pulled it towards his cock. Tiffany felt ravenous at this point and reached out and placed on hand around the elongated black shaft of Ted. In an instant she was stroking his massive shaft up and down. She pulled the shaft down just enough so that she could get the tip in her mouth. 

Ted was standing over his girlfriend and watching her get fingered and eaten by Alicia as she first stroked and then started sucking on the head of his cock. He was more aroused now than he could remember being in quite a while. In a few seconds time Tiffany had gone from lightly teasing the head of his big dick to now swallowing it and pushing her mouth down to the base of his cock repeatedly. 

In no time at all Tiffany felt the overwhelming urge to suck Ted's massive member deep into her throat. Ted was responding as he always did pushing his cock deep into her mouth and fucking it as fast as he could. The other three men weren't about to be left out at this point and then Alicia heard it.

Felix spoke with a deep authority in his voice, "Phase 4, Slut."

Alison immediately pushed her tongue deeper inside of Tiffany's wet pussy and her fingers started playing with the girl's asshole. Felix had motioned the other two men towards his wife and then he spoke to James.

"James since you have the smaller cock I want you to fuck Alison's ass. Ed you slide under her and pound her pussy from beneath. Hold nothing back you two," Felix grinned, "I want her fucked and stuffed until she can't walk tomorrow."

Immediately James and Ed started moving towards Alicia. Ed slipped beneath her as she was still on all fours with her mouth pressed against Tiffany's pussy. In the blink of an eye Ed had one of her perfect breasts into his mouth and started licking and sucking on the nipple. He felt her start to press her heaving tit against his mouth harder and suddenly he bit down and locked his teeth on her nipple. 

"Oh god yes," Alison moaned as she pulled momentarily away from Tiffany's pussy. She was so wet and willing to do anything now she needed to be fucked, spanked, her breasts roughly teased. 

Ed kept sucking on her nipple as he chewed it a little harder and rolled his tongue over it before switching to the other. Meanwhile behind Alison, James stood there stroking his hard cock. He waited as Felix handed him the KY jelly and then squeezed out a glob onto his cock and fingers. He stroked his cock lubing it up until his cock was shining and wet. With his well lubed finger he started to rub Alison's exposed asshole with small circles each time around he would gently nudge his finger inside. Alison's asshole was still slightly loose from the previous ass fuck she had received early from Felix.

Ed reached up and put his arms around Alison's waist and pulled her down so her pussy was in contact with his big cock. Alicia could deny him any longer she reached one hand back and gripped his shaft and directed it between the swollen lips of her sex. No time to be wasted she dropped her hips down on his cock taking his above average length and girth in one fell swoop. 

Alison could feel the enormous cock stretching her elastic like tight little cunt and she had to pull away from Tiffany's cunt long enough to scream as she dropped down on his cock and felt it widen her pussy. She started rocking immediately on his big cock grinding her clit against his pelvic area trying desperately to get off.

James knew this was his chance Alison was so wrapped up in the rough fucking she was receiving in her tight pussy that her asshole relaxed and he slipped a third finger in with little effort. He grabbed his cock and nudged the head against her asshole as she pushed back on Ed. The head of his average sized cock slipped in and nearly all of his shaft did on the first push. 

"Oh god," Alison cooed as her body quivered with pleasure. 

Ted had decided that the host should receive some enjoyment as well and he waved to Felix inviting him over as he pulled his cock from Tiffany's mouth with an audible plop. The girl whimpered as he withdrew from her mouth but immediately smiled to him as his cock was replaced by Felix's in front of her. 

Ted grabbed Tiffany's hips and pulled her slowly down over his lap as he sat down on the floor. Tiffany felt Ted's huge member slip against her clit teasingly before he lifted her again and held her ass in his hands and lifted and dropped her down over his cock again and again. 

Felix loved the skill of Tiffany's oral pleasures as she kept her mouth wrapped firmly around his prick while Ted fucked her pussy from below. She was a hungry little cum slut, Felix thought as he fucked her mouth with all his might.

Ed couldn't control his spasms when they came and he clamped his teeth around Alison's hard nipples and bit down sending her into her own climax. James was pounding her ass in fierce strokes and she knew he was near cumming as well.

"Fill me with your cum big boys," she squealed as she came again and again. Her body seemed incapable of slowing down in her orgasmic bliss. She continued to slide up and down on Ed's cock until he stopped shooting his cum deep inside her womb.

James had something far more worthy in mind. He shouted ready to Ted and Felix and as all three men rushed towards the brink Ed slid out of Alison's pussy and slid from beneath her and grabbed her arms.

Alison had always been a little against getting cum on her body and face before but after her transformation Felix had hoped that she would embrace such acts. He had planned this evening as soon as she had left and now the party was coming to its climax.

As Ed grabbed her arms Alison felt her James withdraw from her ass and immediately she was pulled up into a kneeling position. As she did both Felix and Ted withdrew from Tiffany and stood over Alison's face jerking their cocks as fast as they possibly could. As Alison watched her tummy had butterfly's in it going wild. She wanted this, craved it, needed it. She needed to be a cum slut from now on.

Tiffany slid beneath Alison's spread thighs and looked up inside the open cunt above her. She could see Ed's cum dripping out and in a moment of passion she lapped away at the cum and Alison's wet cum filled pussy. That is of course why Ted had brought her here to experience new pleasures.

Alison gasped as the three men in front of her shot off one after the other cumming on her face and tits. She felt Tiffany's wet tongue sliding past her pussy lips and deep inside her inviting pussy.

"That's right slut, wear our cum as the marking of your new lifestyle," Felix yelled as his cum spurted out on her lips and dribbled down her chin. Felix added one sentence now that surprised and excited Alison. "These four other people are now also your Masters and Mistress from this day forth," he revealed, "when they command you to do something no matter where you are you will be at their mercy."

All three men had finished cumming and Alison slid off of Tiffany. "Thank you Masters and Mistress," she said with a content smile through her cum streaked lips.

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