0 comments/ 37779 views/ 5 favorites Clarissa's Ascension By: fantasyhunter2 It is late but the beautiful young woman cannot sleep. Her master was to meet her at his lodge. He had ordered his ravishing young slave, Clarissa to go to the secluded hunting lodge and wait for him. Now it is well past midnight and Clarissa knows few are brave enough to travel in this remote area in the dark. However, nothing scared the Master, so perhaps he would still come. If Clarissa had known she would have been alone all night in the large spooky lodge she most likely would have disobeyed the Master and accepted the punishment he would have given. Nothing could be worse then the fear that now gripped Clarissa soul. A rapping at the door startles her. Surely the Master would not knock, but who could it be. Cautiously, Clarissa goes to the door and looks through the peephole. Outside the door is a handsome man, about 40, the gray streaks in his jet-black beard revealing his identity to Clarissa. It is one of the Master’s assistants. He somehow senses Clarissa’s presence and yells, "Hurry bitch, let me in! I have a message from the Master." Clarissa immediately unbolts the door and flings it wide open. Sub-Master Robert strides in to the room. He slaps Clarissa and says, "Never leave me standing at the door, slut! The Master is delayed. He had to deal with a bitch more disobedient then you. I will be spending the night with you." Clarissa is surprisingly overjoyed. Even tough Robert is known to enjoy being rough with slaves; it is better then spending the night alone. She can't quite figure it out but there is something different about Robert's face. Suddenly without warning Robert reaches out and rips Clarissa’s nightgown from her body. Clarissa trembles, as she stands before him naked. "That is better slut! Now you are ready to see my true self," Robert says sneering. Before the young sex slave’s unbelieving eyes Robert begins to transform. Where Robert had been moments before now stands a half man half beast. You can still see Robert in the face, but now it is an animal-like face. An animal you do not quite know. Almost like the evil servants of the devil from your childhood nightmares. "Does my true form please you?" Robert snarls. Clarissa is unable to speak due to the shock of the transformation. Robert reaches out with his hairy hands and squeezes Clarissa’s tits hard. "Answer me, whore!" "Yes Master," she manages to get out as Robert pushes her to the floor. Clarissa’s nostrils fill with his animal smell. Robert moves and puts his crotch into Clarissa’s face. The demon’s cock is contained in a hairy sheath like that of a dog. The foul creature begins rubbing the hairy sheath over Clarissa’s delicate face. The animal odors are strong and somehow sensual. As Robert becomes aroused his cock begins to emerge from the hairy enclosure. It is a strange hybrid combining both animal and human cocks into one. The head is clearly that of a circumcised man, but the shaft is the red color of a dogs grotesque fuck rod. It is thicker then a man or a dog's cock. The diameter is more then Clarissa has ever seen. She recoils in horror as the beast pushes the growing shaft toward her soft sensual lips. As more and more of his cock emerges, Clarissa realizes it is also amazingly long. As if a light has gone on Clarissa recognizes the creature to be a satyr, the hoofed and horned servant of the devil. She remembers that they are known to be insatiable in sexual appetite and fears it will be a long and horrible night. Robert howls like a coyote baying at the moon as Clarissa looks up at him in terror. His horns grow from his head and curl slightly. The transformation is complete. "Don't worry, you can take it all. And you will love it. Tonight you will truly be filled. All of your holes will experience the ultimate fucking and I will cum so you will be left bathing in a pool of my special seed. I am told my cum taste very sweet," Robert says as he revels in the fearful look in Clarissa’s eyes. Taking hold of her hair, he yanks Clarissa’s head back and aims his long fat cock at her now gaping mouth. His cum slit is huge and seems to wink at her. "Go ahead lick it! You know you want to, whore," he commands. Clarissa begins licking his enormous musky cock head. It does not taste the same as when she had Robert's man cock in her mouth. The taste is wild and musky. Clarissa has little time to ponder this. The beast pushes her roughly down his shaft, forcing Clarissa to lick all the way to the point where the pulsating red meat connects with the hairy sheath. Clarissa sees his man like balls have descended from his hairy body. They are huge like those of a bull Clarissa remembers watching her grandfather castrate long ago before the Master took her away to be trained. The evil beast forces Clarissa down and makes her lick and suck his hairy balls. He makes animal-like noises and howls as she struggles to fit his huge cum-filled nuts past her lips. She does everything she can to please him, fearing his wrath would be terrible in the event he was displeased. Clarissa knew Robert to be a cruel human. In this form there is no telling what he might do if angered. Robert suddenly pulls Clarissa up and once again his cock is on her puffy lips. This time he pushes his pulsating shaft into her mouth. The bulbous, human-like, cock head passes across her lips causing Clarissa’s mouth to stretch wide to accept his girth. She fears he will strangle her if he shoves his fat, beast-like cock into her throat. Clarissa somehow manages to allow the huge head of his cock into her throat. The demon pulls his evil rod out and Clarissa gasps for air. Robert’s evil sounding laugh fills the room. "Suck what you can and stroke the rest, you nasty slut! Make me cum good and I will lessen the severity of your first beating, you cock sucking, whore bitch!" he spits out venomously. Fearing for her life now, Clarissa sucks up and down as much of his shaft as she can get into her wide-open mouth. She also wraps both hands around the remaining portion of his fuck rod. When he tenses and starts shooting streams of thick cum into her mouth, Clarissa worries she might drown in the goo. The quantity is amazing. The still ejaculating cock slips out of her mouth and she continues stroking the howling beast. Cum shoots all over Clarissa’s face, hair and chest. It is unbelievable how much he shoots on Clarissa as he stands before the young slave howling. Clarissa sobs as the thick, musky spunk drips from her face and hair to her shoulders. The not yet sated creature strikes Clarissa with the back of his hand sending her sprawling to the floor. “Shut up you cum loving little cunt!” he screams as his terrifying howls continue. “You know you are loving every minute of this!” That is in fact part of what brought the tears to Clarissa’s eyes. She was ashamed that she had cum as the beast pumped his cum into her waiting mouth. Clarissa had always loved making men cum in her mouth. That is why she had first come into the service of the Master. Clarissa knew she was born to be a cum sucking slut. She took great pride in her ability to pleasure men and was glad she had found her place in the world. A place where her talents were appreciated and her desire to be used was not looked on as filthy and disgusting. But now she had taken pleasure in serving a demon creature. She had truly descended into a dark and foreboding place. Clarissa’s mind races as she ponders what had happened to her and what might yet come. The beast begins circling Clarissa, as she lay covered in his cum. He kneels and whispers in her ear in a voice that is no longer human, “Relax, slut. You have a long night ahead of you. The Master wishes you to be thoroughly fucked by his minions before he reveals his true form to you.” The old lodge is rocked by the cackling howl Robert emits as he once again stands above the helpless young woman. Clarissa can’t take her eyes off the creatures still erect cock, the huge red abomination bobbing about as he circles the cum covered woman. Clarissa is at once repulsed and enticed by his unusual genitalia. She wonders if she will be allowed to taste him again or if his next move will be to impale her pussy with the huge meat. She fears he will tear her in half if her fucks her. Clarissa is stunned when the creature looks at her and smiles while saying, “So you do love my cock you fucking filthy whore? I am so glad you want more.” Clarissa realizes that Robert can hear her thoughts and is more horrified then ever. The beast straddles Clarissa and drops to his knees pinning the slave’s shoulders down hard. As his cock waves above her face Robert snarls, “Beg me for another taste whore!” Clarissa does not speak even though she knows she has no choice but to do his bidding and somewhere deep inside craves another taste of his thick cum. Suddenly, the creature takes his cock and slaps Clarissa face hard. She can’t believe he could hit her that hard with his cock and not feel intense pain himself. Robert continues slapping her face with his huge hard shaft until her cheeks are glowing red. “Now beg me, bitch, or I will shove the whole fucking rod down your throat!” Robert screams into the terrified slave’s face. “Tell me what a fucking filthy cum slut whore you are and how much your desire my cock, now!” “Please let me suck your cock, Master. I need your cum so badly. I want to taste you. I know I am just a lowly nasty cum slut slave who does not deserve such a gift as your cum to eat, but please, please use my mouth as a cunt and let show you what a good whore I am,” Clarissa moans, remembering all of her training. “Maybe later, bitch,” Robert says spiting in the pathetic slave girl’s face. “Right now I have something else for your enjoyment!” Clarissa notices the scratching sound at the door as Robert rises to his feet. The creature strides to the large oak door and flings it open effortlessly. Three large wolf-like creatures enter the room. “Welcome my pets!” Robert says joyously and the three new members of the group join him in a loud howl. The largest of the three wolves, a female, walks over to Clarissa, who lies motionless even as visions of the massive dog-creatures humping her makes her want to wretch. The alpha female begins to lick Robert’s cum from Clarissa’s chest. Once again to her dismay, Clarissa feels pleasure as the wolf-bitch licks her clean. The giant she-wolf licks every last drop of the foul creature’s seed from Clarissa’s silky white skin and matted hair. Then the dog-like creature nudges Clarissa’s legs apart. Clarissa has no will to resist the snarling hellhound bitch. Clarissa spreads her legs wide and the bitch begins lapping at Clarissa’s gapping slit. The slave squirms as the wolf’s hot rough tongue repeatedly envelopes her swollen clit and slides across her now wet cunt lips. The wolf-bitch press her muzzle further into Clarissa, her canines pressing against Clarissa’s puffy pussy lips forcing her cunt wide open. The wolf’s nose presses to Clarissa’s clit as the hot tongue finds Clarissa’s g-spot. Clarissa is transported into a state of euphoria as the she wolf tongue fucks her to an enrapturing orgasm. Clarissa hears her own screams as her body convulses. Wave after wave of orgasm racks Clarissa’s body and mind until she passed out from sensory overload. The she wolf backs away as the three males move slowly toward the still orgasming, young, slave woman. All three of the creatures’ large red cocks are fully extended from the hairy sheaths that normally contain them. Suddenly, the demon Clarissa knew as Master Robert, lets out a terrifying wail. The three hellhounds retreat to the corner. As they cower there they are no longer fearsome wolf creatures. First they appear to be mangy mutts then they change to human form. At the same time Robert transforms back to the look Clarissa had known for the past five years. When Clarissa awakes from her brief orgasm induced comma she sees four familiar people in the room instead of the awful demon creatures she expected. Her mind reels. She wonders had it all been a dream, but no it was too powerful to have been a dream. Master Robert stands over her snarling, but clearly human. His large now human cock hanging down the way it does after he orgasms, neither limp nor erect. Clarissa knows from experience that Robert seems to have an unlimited ability to achieve erection and an even more unlimited supply of thick cum to deliver. In the corner still cowering are three very familiar faces. Sarah, the Master’s whore mistress, who minutes before had strutted around the room in the persona of the alpha hell hound now sits naked and shivering like a cold, scared little girl. Sarah is the oldest and most respected of the Master’s pets. Only Robert holds a higher position in the strange sexual hierarchy Clarissa had called her home for nearly five years. Two young men are huddled next to Sarah. Andy and Phillip are two of Clarissa’s closest friends. They appear to be around the same age as Clarissa. Phillip is Mistress Sarah’s personal assistant, which gives him a great deal of power to use the Master’s sluts as he sees fit. Unlike Robert, Phillip gets what he wants by being kind and gentle. Andy is the Master’s favorite boy slut and has often been present when the Master used Clarissa. Clarissa usually felt like Andy was being groomed for a bigger role in the Master’s household, even though he seemed much too gentle to be a Sub-Master. When Robert clears his throat, all four of the slaves immediately give him their full attention. Clarissa looks up into his cold dark eyes and sees the evil grin on his face. Once again, a feeling of terror grips the helpless young slave. “Time for you to get cleaned up bitch! We can’t have the Master’s guest seeing you like this! Take her and prepare her for the rest for the evening, Sarah,” Sarah and the two men stand, moving to obey Robert immediately. The two young men go to Clarissa and pull her to her feet. She casts her eyes to the ground as her training dictates she do in the presence of a Master. Clarissa obediently follows the trio up the stairs to her bedroom. As soon as the door loser Clarissa begins to question her three friends. “Mistress Sarah, please, I do not understand, ma’am. Please, please tell your worthless pet what happening,” Clarissa pleaded. Sarah says that she will explain what she can as Phillip goes in the other room to prepare Clarissa’s bath. “Clarissa, you have been in the Master’s household, five years come tomorrow. Our Master has graciously decided that you are worthy to made a permanent member of his family. Tonight is you initiation.” “But, Mistress, the Master initiated me two years ago when you certified my training as complete,” Clarissa stammers, now thoroughly confused. “Wow, you really have no idea who our Master truly is do you, my beauty? Well all will be revealed to you in the morning. The Master is giving you an amazing gift..tonight is your final test of loyalty. Andy, Phillip and I are here to help you. We all went through a night like this to become what we are. Give yourself freely tonight and you will spend eternity blissfully serving the Master.” “But, but, what are you, ma’am? Eternity? Oh please. I am so confused and frightened,” Clarissa pleads. “We are whatever the Master wants us to be forever. Come here Andy! How old do you think Andy is Clarissa?” “About my age, 25.” “How old was he when you came here?” Clarissa gasps as the realization hits her that none of these three had aged in the five years she had known them. “Clarissa, my sweet friend, I came into the service of the Master the day after my nineteenth birthday. It was eight years before He honored me as he honors you tonight. That honor occurred 75 years ago. Phillip was similarly honored over 100 years ago. From this day forward your human form will remain as young, beautiful and vivacious as it is today,” Andy whispers as he gently caresses Clarissa’s cheek. Clarissa looks to Mistress Sarah with an obviously puzzled look on her face. Sarah is a beautiful woman, but appears much older then her middle twenties. Clarissa had guessed the Mistress to be about 50. Truly the most beautiful fifty-year-old woman Clarissa had ever seen. Clarissa was puzzled by the thought that Sarah was aging while others were not. “Clarissa my dear child, I came into the service of the Master later in life then most. I was honored to be selected at my age. Of course it is that maturity that helped me gain my position. Besides I look damn good for someone celebrating the 200th anniversary of her rebirth next month!” Sarah explains, having read Clarissa’s thoughts. “Of course Mistress, you are the most beautiful of the Master’s servants!” Clarissa stammers, fearing she has offended Mistress Sarah. “Enough, slut! It is time you got washed!” Andy and Sarah lead Clarissa to the bath. Sarah leaves Clarissa to be bathed by the handsome young men and returns to the bedroom. Master Robert stands in the middle of the room with his arms folded on his chest and his feet spread slightly. Sarah hates and loves Robert. Robert is the only one other then the Master who has dominion over Sarah. Though his cruelty is somewhat kept in check by Sarah’s status with the Master, he still handles Sarah roughly on occasion. However, he is also a powerful amazing sex partner. They have shared many howling orgasms that have shook the walls of her bedchamber and awaking the sluts in her charge. “How much did you tell the Bitch? I know she is your nasty little pet whore!” Robert snarls. “I told her only what the Master wants her to know at this point, Robert,” Sarah answered using his first name as she always did. Sarah had to obey his commands but she could get away with a little disrespect. “After tonight you are going to have to change you attitude about Clarissa. The Master is very fond of her.” Robert strides menacingly toward Sarah and speaks in his most threatening tone, “Listen Whore Mistress! I will be the judge of my appropriate attitude! You may think your rule is absolutely secure, but you best not forget your place SLUT!” With that Robert grabs Sarah and pulls her tight to his body. He presses his mouth hard to her and his long serpent like tongue slides into her mouth. His tongue nearly reaches the back of her throat. Sarah feels her loins begin to ache as she recalls the last time Robert fucked her with his incredible tongue. Trying to regain control, Sarah takes her hand and gently massages Robert’s forehead. As she touches the small barely perceptible bumps on the edges of his forehead and his horns emerge slightly. Sarah knows exactly how to control and pleasure Robert. She moves her lips to his forehead and gently sucks on the emerging bumps. Robert whimpers as Sarah uses her lips and tongue to tease his horn buds. The horns grow to about two inches, his human horns as Robert calls them. Sarah returns her lips to his and sucks his long thick tongue into her moist mouth. Robert’s whimpers become moans and he pulls Sarah tight to his body. His long thick cock presses into her. She releases his tongue and purrs, “FUCK ME, Master!” Robert picks her up and carries her to the bed. He pants heavily. Hearing Sarah’s words has nearly pushed him over the edge. He throws her on the bed and climbs between her legs. Robert holds himself above Sarah as if preparing to do pushups and plunges his massive meat deep into Sarah’s waiting cunt. Sarah feels a fullness that only two beings can give her, the Master and Robert. No other comes close. Robert feels her pussy grab him and pull him into her. He begins humping her forcefully. His animal howls growing as his balls contract pushing his fluid to the surface. Sarah wraps her legs around him pulling him tight to her and screams, “FUCK ME! Oh God, make me cum Master! Fill you slut full!” Clarissa's Ascension Robert’s entire body convulses as his cock shoots a thick stream of hot cum into Sarah’s quivering cunt. As her pussy is flooded with Robert’s semen Sarah begins to wail with the onslaught of her own orgasm. The entire bed shakes. Their forms mutate into something completely unrecognizable. The two lovers become a single mass of demonic evil, wallowing in a hellish orgasmic frenzy of pleasure. Their evil cries startle Clarissa who is just now being dried off by her handsome companions. Andy and Phillip wrap their arms around the sweet woman, trying to shield her. They have heard the cries before and wish to let Clarissa keep her innocence a bit longer. When the cries cease, the young men lead Clarissa back to the bedroom. They find Sarah sitting on the bed smiling. There is no hint that Robert was ever present except for the faint sweet musky odor. “Andy, take Clarissa and get her dressed! Philip, I need your help here!” Sarah orders. As soon as Andy and Clarissa leave the room, Sarah motions Philip to come to her. As he does so she spreads her legs and he can see Master Robert’s thick cream oozing from his beloved Mistress’s pussy. “I seem to be leaking my pet. Be a good slut and clean me up, please.” Philip drops to his knees between Sarah’s legs and moves his mouth to her pussy. He begins gently lapping up Robert’s sweet cum. Sarah caresses Philips head as he expertly licks her clean of Robert’s seed. She experiences several small pleasant orgasms as Philip licks her. When he finishes, Philip stands before his Mistress, his almost painful erection pointing at the ceiling. Sarah smiles at her pet and reaches for his cock. She looks into his eyes and slowly strokes the throbbing rod. Philip moans, “Thank you, Mistress, may I cum ma’am?” Sarah answers, “Yes,” softly, as she wraps her lips around Philips sweet cock and sucks him down into her throat. Philip’s cock explodes as his body is wracked with pleasure. His knees weaken and he falls to the floor. Sarah climbs atop him and kisses him deeply, returning some of his cum to him. When Philip can stand again, Sarah takes him to the shower and they wash each other before dressing for the rest of the evening’s activities. In the other room Andy is busy attending to preparing Clarissa for her big night. First he slips a pair of crotchless white silk panties up her perfectly shaped legs. Then he fastens a white lacy garter belt around her slender waist. Next he rolls the sheer stockings over her toes and up her legs. The white tint of the stockings nearly blends into her milky skin. The Master has forbidden Clarissa form sunbathing for two years to keep her skin beautifully white and unwrinkled. This has been a source of puzzlement to Clarissa as most of the Masters other pets are made to keep their skin darkly tanned. As Andy begins to clip the garter straps to the second stocking, Clarissa finally speaks the question that is plaguing her. “Sir, I do not understand. I am a lowly slut, unworthy of such attention. Why am I being pampered so, Sir?” “My lady, my sweet Clarissa, soon you will know pampering as you have never imagined,” Andy replies, smiling broadly at the girl he secretly loves above all the other sluts. “But I should be serving you, sir! You are a favorite of our sweet Master. I am but a slut, to be used for pleasure…please,” Clarissa says haltingly. “Soon you will be far above me, my lady…. I will er ah…. No I must not speak more,” Andy continues. “Please my sweet friend, I am scared and confused, please please tell me what is to happen to me!” Clarissa pleads as tears stream down her cheeks. Overcome by the sight of Clarissa’s tears Andy reveals secrets to her that he knows he is not allowed to speak. “Sweetie, do not cry. This is a glorious night. You will become the Master’s forever like Phillip, Mistress Sarah, Master Robert and a few select others have including myself. It is a glorious life. Then in two days you will begin training to take you place as a Mistress over some of the Master’s pets. Soon you will rise above me and I will serve you if you will have me, ma’am,” Andy explains and bows respectfully. “NO! I wish to serve. I am a slut, not a mistress, Sir!” Clarissa protests. “You will be both, slut to some, mistress to others. The Master wishes it! It will have its benefits. Surely you have seen how much better Master Robert treats Mistress Sarah then he does others? Don’t worry ma’am, I will help you learn to accept your new role while finding away to enjoy being a slut,” Andy says in a sweet assuring tone. “Please let me be your slut once more,” Clarissa says as she begins to stroke Andy’s already hard cock. Andy overcome with his desire for Clarissa forgets his place in the new order and moves closer to her. He rubs his twitching cock on her face as he gently takes hold of her hair. “Suck my cock until I flood your sweet hot mouth, Slut!” Andy says in the firmest voice he can manage at the moment. “Yes, my Master, fuck my hot cum loving mouth! Make your slut bitch swallow all of your big beautiful cock, sir,” Clarissa purrs as she wraps her lips around Andy’s cock head and licks the precum from his large gapping cum slit. To Clarissa’s surprise, Andy suddenly pulls her hair and shoves his cock into her mouth. Clarissa has sucked Andy many times but tonight his cock has grown larger then she remembers it being before. She looks up at him as he forces his long fat cock into her throat. His sweet face has changed. His eyes are darker, his features harder. Andy begins to moan loudly. He is no longer Clarissa’s sweet friend. The animal sounds he is making remind Clarissa a little of Robert’s horrible cries from earlier in the night. Clarissa relaxes allowing Andy to ram his entire quivering cock into her throat. Andy’s balls hit her face and Clarissa is immediately struck by how hairy they are. Andy has always been very smooth. She assumes that the Master has ordered him to stop shaving his balls. As Andy begins shooting huge ribbons of thick sweet cum into her mouth, Clarissa realizes a forest of long thick brown hair now surrounds his cock and balls. She fears he is turning into the hellhound creature she saw earlier, but despite this fear she still enjoys the taste and feeling of Andy’s cum sliding down her throat and begins orgasming herself. As she does so, she hers Andy’s gentle whimpering as the last of his cum leaks into her mouth. She lets his cock side from her mouth. Before her stands once again her sweet friend Andy, hairless as usual. “Thank you, Sir! Your cum is delicious. You have made your slut very happy,” Clarissa gushes. “We must hurry sweet Clarissa. If we are late for the gathering time, I fear Master Robert will be extremely petulant!” Andy says with obvious fear in his voice. Andy quickly puts the white bra that matches the other undergarments over Clarissa’s sweet perfect breasts. When he fastens the clasp her breasts are drawn together and pushed up forming a perfect cleavage. A white low-cut, strapless cocktail dress completes Clarissa’s ascension outfit. The short dress sparkles as if it is sown with diamond threads. The tops of Clarissa’s sexy stockings are clearly visible below the hem. Andy smiles as he gazes at the beautiful young woman and then stifles tears. The sadness comes from both the knowledge of the treatment Clarissa must endure on her final night as a lowly slut and the fact that Andy’s dreams of possessing Clarissa as his mate can never come true. Andy quickly puts on his tuxedo and guides Clarissa to the hall where Mistress Sarah and Phillip are waiting. Phillip and Andy each take one of Clarissa’s arms as Sarah leads the way down the hall toward the grand stairway and their shared destiny. Mistress Sarah’s sensual body mesmerizes the young slut, as her nearly perfect ass sways in front of Clarissa. Sarah’s floor length gown, though colorless, shimmers in hues of purple from the jewels that cover the unearthly material. Slits run up each side of the gown, allowing glimpses of Sarah’s sheer nylons and the gloriously sexy legs they encase. The single strap purple high heels Sarah wears show off her perfectly manicured toes. Clarissa feels the familiar wetness in her loins and the flush of sexual energy as she recalls the joy of sucking and licking her Mistress’s tantalizing toes. They reach the top of the stairs and Sarah begins slowly descending toward the great hall. Andy and Phillip hold Clarissa at the top of the staircase. The men looking like black pillars supporting an alabaster statue of a goddess. Clarissa gasps as she surveys the gathering that fills the great hall. The cacophony of sound that the hundred or so gathered in the hall were creating had ceased when Sarah came to the top of the stairs. Now all of the Master’s pets and guests were staring up at Clarissa. Clarissa is grateful for Phillip and Andy’s strong arms holding her. She feels woozy with fear and excitement as she watches Mistress Sarah glide across the hall and take her seat of honor before the crowd. Andy nudges Clarissa and the trio begins a long slow descent into what feels to Clarissa like an abyss. Clarissa concentrates on Mistress Sarah’s smiling face and feels calmer as they reach the bottom stair and stop. Master Robert steps forward out of the crowd startling Clarissa. The look on her face clearly betrays her trepidation upon seeing Robert. “What’s wrong, slut? Not happy to see, me?” Robert snarls as lips form an evil grin. Not waiting for an answer, Robert reaches out and grabs a hold of Clarissa’s dress, just above her right breast. Yelling something about her being improperly attired her yanks hard and rips the beautiful gown form Clarissa’s body. Stunned Clarissa cries out. Robert slaps the sweet young women hard. “Shut up, bitch! Phillip, take this worthless slut over to her place. I have business with your insubordinate worm of a friend here!” Robert says as he turns his harsh gaze to Andy. Andy trembles before Master Robert, knowing he will face punishment for using Clarissa, without permission. Robert moves his face to within and inch of Andy’s face. Robert’s breath is hot and foul like that of an evil dangerous creature. Andy wants to retch, but somehow maintains his control as Robert begins to speak in a harsh tone that all who are present know means Master Robert is preparing to unleash his terrible wrath. “You have abused your Master’s trust, you vile, scum-sucking, slug! How dare you take as your own that which you know to be your Master’s most special slut! You should be cast from His household for this! You are fortunate, the Master is not here and you only face me, scum!” Andy nearly collapses as he awaits his fate. He does not care, he loves Clarissa and nothing could have made him turn down her. No fate is too much to suffer to pay for that one last time with her. Andy soon finds he is mistaken. Robert grabs him and raises him in the air. Andy feels the incredible strength of Master Robert and loses all control as fear overcomes him and tears stream form his eyes. Andy begins to beg for mercy. Robert in his rage does not hear or care about the hopeless pleas of the beautiful young man. Suddenly Robert flings Andy across the room like a child might discard a rag doll he was tired of playing with. Andy crashes into an oak pillar near the corner of the hall and falls to the floor in a heap, his body battered and broken. Clarissa tries to go to Andy, but Phillip holds her back to protect her from a foolish act. Phillip struggles to control his own emotions as well. The site of his friend being tossed away like trash enrages Phillip, but he is powerless to help Andy. As others begin to move to help Andy, Robert bellows, “Leave the worm! He can lick his own wounds, we have a slut to test!” Everyone freezes as they watch Andy transform back into the hellhound who had arrived at the lodge earlier. Only now instead of a proud fierce creature he is a mass of twisted and broken flesh and fur. Sarah openly weeps at the site and then turns away before using her powers to make the pitiful creature disappear. She could not affect his condition but she could allow him privacy. Robert turns to Sarah, his eyes glowing and snarls as if he plans to set upon her now. He thinks better of that course of action and instead turns toward Clarissa and Phillip. “Strip the slut, boy and tie her to the table!” Robert orders. Without hesitation, Phillip carefully removes Clarissa’s beautiful lacy undergarments, stripping her bare for all to see. He leads her to the table and she lies down. Tears stream down Phillips face as he places Clarissa securely in the four point restraints at each corner of the table. Clarissa is now naked, spread eagle, fully exposed and vulnerable for any one to use. As Philip tilts the table at a slight angle so all can view the Sweet young woman better, he mouths to her that he is sorry. Clarissa, though afraid smiles at her friend to assure him it is ok and she knows he has no choice. Suddenly, Robert comes up behind Phillip and shoves him aside. Phillip crawls off and sits at Mistress Sarah’s feet. Robert places his mouth next to Clarissa’s ear and hisses that tonight she will prove her worthiness to become a permanent member of the Master’s household. Clarissa sighs, a combination of fear of Robert and his actions, elation at the thought of being the Master’s forever and the pain she feels for her sweet Andy causing her emotional overload. Robert begins running his rough serpent like tongue down her neck. The assemblage starts to buzz with arousal as they watch Robert lick the helpless, slut’s tits. Clarissa screams more in surprise then pain as Robert sinks his teeth into her right nipple. Robert backs away, allowing the group to see the small trickle of red fluid dripping from Clarissa’s breast onto her soft belly. Robert goes and takes his seat next to Sarah and puts his feet on Phillip. Robert does this nonchalantly as if Phillip is an ottoman, not man, just furniture to be used. Sarah reaches down and strokes Philips cheek as the young man meekly accepts Robert’s abuse. Robert slaps Sarah’s hand away form Philip and then speaks to the gathering. “It is time for the party of ascension. The Master wishes me to welcome his guests. He will be here in a few hours and wants you to feel at home in his absence and to enjoy his pets while you help us to properly test his beautiful slut’s worthiness. Enjoy!” Suddenly the gathering is transformed. Clarissa sees she is surrounded not only by men and women. There are demons and other creatures Clarissa had previously thought were mere images in works of fiction all around her. Oddly, this feels normal to Clarissa, as if she knew of these servants of the Master all along. Without warning a male creature is upon Clarissa. If not for the greenish skin and hideous facial features, he would be taken for human. Without so much as a hello the demon, Ralabra is inside Clarissa. She feels his grotesque cock grow larger and larger has he pumps himself deep into her pussy. Pleasure and pain begin to mix. Clarissa has never felt her pussy so full. Ralabra is even larger then Robert’s creature cock. Clarissa begins to panic as she feels Ralabra grow larger still in her cunt. Ralabra brings his evil vial looking face right next to Clarissa’s face, kisses her hard and then hisses, “My fabulous cock continues to grow until I cum, whore! You must find away to give me the pleasure I need. Show me what a good slut you are an how much you want to please me before my cock exceeds your cunt’s capacity, bitch!” As Ralabra’s tongue licks Clarissa’s face she summons up all her remaining strength and speaks. “My Lord, you are a fabulous lover. Fuck your worthless whore hard. Allow me to pleasure you. I live for you pleasure sir!” Clarissa moans seductively as she works her cunt muscles, making them suck Ralabra’s still growing cock. Just as she fears his dick will pierce into her belly, Ralabra’s unearthly cries fill the hall. Clarissa’s pussy is flooded with more cum then she can imagine and his cock immediately shrinks some. As Ralabra continues to cum deep inside Clarissa his body bucks wildly fucking her hard. Clarissa’s own orgasmic cries mix with Ralabra’s as the pair are now cuming together. Ralabra kisses Clarissa softly, thanks her and withdraws. Clarissa’s orgasm continues as one of the Master’s newer pets licks Clarissa’s pussy clean of Ralabra’s seed. Clarissa loses count of the number of orgasms she has before passing out with the young slut still licking the dripping cum from her cunt. While Clarissa lay in her orgasmic stupor the party turns into a wild bizarre orgy. Every time Clarissa awakens someone or something different is fucking her. Her mouth, her ass, her pussy and nearly every other part of her body are being thoroughly used. She climaxes and passes out over and over again. Several hours pass and Clarissa is now conscious again. She is no longer tied to the table. She has in fact been free for sometime and willing giving herself to all comers. Her pussy and ass are sore and she is covered in the cum of countless beings. All around her wild almost unimaginable sex acts are taking place. She looks over at Master Robert who has his hand under Mistress Sarah’s dress and a young slut on her knees sucking his huge cock. Mistress Sarah has her head back, her eyes closed and is moaning as she nears climax. Robert looks over at Clarissa and smiles. He purses his lips as if blowing Clarissa a kiss. Happiness floods Clarissa and her body convulses in the most powerful orgasm of her life. Clarissa passes out with the image of the One true Master atop her, fucking her, loving her and the feeling of Mistress Sarah’s wet pussy kissing her lips. Clarissa is now lost in a trance. Robert convulses and shoves his cock into the young slut’s throat who has been slowly sucking him. He pumps what feels like a gallon of cum down her throat as she eagerly swallows. Sarah also orgasms, thrusting her pussy hard onto Roberts fingers. Robert smiles, knowing his Master will be pleased. The Master’s favorite little slut has been thoroughly used and tested. She has proven worthy. The Master’s subjects have been thoroughly entertained. Robert leans back watching the fray as the orgy continues, imagining the great rewards the Master will bestow upon him for his good work. He thinks perhaps he will finally get a palace and slaves of his own to use, as he likes. Sarah feels a chill run though her at the sound of Robert’s joyous laughter. She knows from experience that Robert’s happiness and pleasure generally only comes at the suffering of others. Suddenly all activity stops and the room becomes silent and still. A new powerful presence has arrived. The heavy oak doors of the lodge stand open. The nearly blinding light of the morning sun floods the great hall, illuminating the debauchery. Standing in the entrance is a tall strikingly handsome man. It is as if the Master materialized there from thin air. Clarissa immediately revives from her orgasm-induced trance upon seeing her beloved Master. His kind, dark, sparkling eyes assuring her as always that she is safe and loved. The man Clarissa knew only as the Master was the most beautiful and commanding person she had ever seen. His face is flawless as if carved from the finest marble by a great artist as some ideal caricature of the perfect male face. The Master’s thick, black, curly hair flows to his shoulders like the hair of some Herculean citizen of Olympus. At six feet five inches the Master towers over all in his dominion, even his bastard sub-master, Robert. Clarissa always enjoys the way Master Robert cowers in the true Master’s presence. The Master is wearing a collarless, royal blue, satin shirt under his perfectly tailored black tuxedo. The jacket is form fitted to his broad shoulders and well defined biceps. It tapers down perfectly over his flat abdomen and trim waist. A black orchid is pinned to his lapel. The only deviation from his dark, nearly colorless, attire are the rainbow sparks produced by the sun glinting off his diamond earring and the sparkle of gold from the chain he wears on his neck. Clarissa's Ascension In contrast to the Master’s black attire, the elegant woman on his arm wears a blood red gown bejeweled with a thousand, tiny emeralds, rubies and diamonds. The sparkling effect is mesmerizing to the assembled collection of perverse characters. The strapless dress is low cut and pushes the woman’s ample breasts up exaggerating her cleavage. The gown is form fitted to her sinfully curvaceous body as if it was sewn on her. Her dress comes to an abrupt halt in the middle of her thigh, just below the lace garters holding up her shear, dark, nylon stockings. Completing the outfit is a pair of black sling-backs with four-inch stiletto heals. The shoes accentuate the woman’s already tall form, making her appear over six feet. Clarissa knows this woman as Samantha. She is not a regular member of the Master’s household, but is clearly a special friend that is held in high regard. Whenever Samantha attends one of the Master’s parties she is given a place of honor and her choice of playthings. Though more often then not she sits alone watching until going off in private with the Master. All of the Master’s pets are stricken with jealousy when Samantha is around, knowing they can never hold such a high place in the Master’s heart. Clarissa longs at once to be both in Samantha’s place and to be Samantha’s lover, creating an agonizing paradox in the young woman’s heart. Samantha’s flaming red hair is resplendent with interspersed flecks of real silver. The soft curls flow over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back forming a stunning mane. Her skin is the color of fine alabaster, as if the sun’s rays cannot penetrate her. Samantha’s piecing eyes are the color of pure Peruvian emeralds. When she looks upon you it feels as if dark green rays are piercing through you and looking into your soul. Her perfectly manicure fingernails are painted in strips of black and red. They extend an inch past her fingertips and are claws worthy of an elegant tigress. Clarissa’s eyes are drawn to the tattoo that is clearly visible on Samantha’s right breast. On closer inspection one could see it is actually a brand that was burned into the skin before being decorated by a master tattoo artist in shades of red and purple. Even at a distance, Clarissa manages to make out the shape of the five pointed star inscribed within a circle. As she recognizes the Pentacle, a chill runs along Clarissa’s spine. As if Samantha and the Master can both feel Clarissa’s sudden sense of foreboding, they turn and fix their gazes on the young woman. Somehow, Clarissa finds the couples attention soothing and reassuring. Clarissa’s fear disappears as quickly as it came on; her Master is here she is safe. Abruptly, the Master separates from Samantha. The stunning woman seems to glide across the room to take the seat next to Mistress Sarah. The two women exchange respectful greetings and then give their rapt attention to the Master. The Master surveys the room before speaking in his deep, sexy, baritone voice. The sound of his voice causes several of the females present to squirm in their seats as a familiar yearning deep in their loins overwhelms them with sexual desire. The Master beckons Robert to come to him. “Robert, my trusted servant, have my pets behaved well?” the Master asks in a tone that clearly conveys his love for his subjects. “Yes, My Lord, Master, “ Robert assures, in a small voice so unlike the one he uses with the Master’s sluts. The assemblage does it’s best to stifle their smiles while watching the cruel Master Robert humbled with his head bowed before the true Master. “Were my pets properly cared for in my absence, cretin?” the Master asks as if he already knows the answer. As Robert begins to say yes, he suddenly buckles and falls to his knees at the Master’s feet. The gathering collectively gasps upon seeing the look of anguish on Robert’s face. Robert does his best not to writhe on the floor as searing pain overwhelms every fiber of his being. A booming, horrible, unearthly voice echoes in Robert’s head unheard by the others. “How dare you compound your transgressions by thinking to lie to me, foolish worm! Come with me, NOW!” The Master looks upon his subjects, smiling sweetly and says, ”Please my pets, go on, enjoy while Robert and I speak privately.” As if a spell has been cast over the group, the orgy begins again and the assembled players forget all about Robert and his collapse. The Master strides purposely to an anteroom, which is his private den. Unable to stand, Robert follows on his hands and knees. As he passes through the doorway, Robert attempts to steady himself against the mounting fear that has taken hold of his soul. Robert has seen first-hand the horrible furry the Master can unleash on those who displease him. By the time Robert manages to crawl into the anteroom, the Master is already in his large leather wing chair beside a roaring fire. The heavy door closes behind Robert leaving no trace in the wall that an opening exists. The Master’s eyes glow like two rubies set a blaze by brimstone. Two three-inch sharply pointed horns emerge from the Master’s forehead. Except for the blood red tips, the horns are as black as coal and hard as diamond. Robert, now unable to control his emotions and thoughts, thinks they are black like the Master’s heart. The Master hisses, “It is not my heart that is black, you vile, disloyal, slug! I sent you to do a job, to protect and care for my pets! Instead you chose to abuse my sweet toys. I have warned you before, Robert, now explain yourself before I cast your worthless soul into the bowels of hell’s fire!” Robert has been disciplined before, but never has the Master been so harsh. Robert fears the Master will end his earthly existence and condemn Robert’s soul to spend eternity in agony. “My Lord, my Master, please forgive me. I was only trying to assure that the girl was truly loyal, obedient and worthy of your generous gift,” Robert pleads as he grovels at the Master’s feet. “Your abuse of the slut, though excessive, is not at issue! It is after all her night of ascension and you could reasonably assume such abuse was called for, scum! It is your treatment of my other pets that once again shows your unworthiness to be my sub-Master! How dare you cripple my sweet pet, Andy for a minor infraction! And so many other sweet sluts have felt your sting tonight, even I, the Lord of all that is evil, am repulsed, by your vial actions!” the Master roars as he stands and strides to within inches of Robert’s trembling form. “But, a, my Lord, I must maintain my authority to serve you well,” Robert whines in a small terrified voice. “Silence, you worthless pile of putrid filth!” the Master screams as he slaps Robert’s face with sufficient force to send him sprawling. “You inflict pain because it brings you pleasure! You are fortunate that you are too valuable to simply cast aside. Slut! I hope some time being retrained will do you some good. Now strip and assume the worm position,” the Master orders casually. Robert quickly discards his clothing, grateful he will not be condemned and willing to accept anything the Master may do instead. Robert drops to his knees, pressing his face down on the floor, thus presenting his ass for what he expects will be a horrible beating at the hand of his Master. The Master grabs the bullwhip that hangs on the wall and cracks it in the air over Robert. Pure terror grips Robert and tears begin to stream down his face. The Master has never used such a cruel device on anyone. Robert knows it will tear human flesh from the body. It takes all the concentration Robert can muster to remain in human form. Every fiber of his being is telling him to transform into his demon form whose tough hide would cushion the blows. Seeing Robert cowed and in tears, delights the Master. The Master lets out an evil cackle and tosses the whip aside. He is glad Robert was able to control himself and submit his weak human form to the ultimate punishment. Instead of the devastating pain of the whip, Robert feels the sting of a single hard lash of the Master’s leather strap. A red welt forms but no serious damage is caused. Robert makes no attempt to move as the Master walks to the door and flings it open. Standing outside the door is Andy, no longer showing any signs of the injuries Robert inflicted on him earlier. “My Lord, you require my services?” Andy asks sweetly as he drops to his knees, kowtowing respectfully to the Master. “Arise and join us please, my precious pet,” the Master says, smiling at Andy. Andy rises to his feet, taking care to fix his gaze to the floor. He is well trained and always acts correctly. As he comes into the room, Andy notices the man on the floor, humbled in the worm position. Upon realizing the identity of the pitiful prostrate slave, Andy becomes woozy. He is confused seeing the strong and powerful Master Robert nude assuming the position of lowest of the low. “Andy, I am sorry to have shocked you my sweet pet. Robert has displeased me and will no longer serve as my chief assistant,” the Master says in his deep sexy soothing voice as he hands a studded leather collar to Andy. “Robert, I believe you have something you wish to say to your new trainer!” “Yes, My Lord. Master Andy, may I please have permission to speak to you, sir?” Robert says winching at the thought of serving a lowly slut like Andy. As always the Master has indeed found the most damning and perfect of punishments. Andy is nearly overcome by the nausea that sweeps through his body. He fears this is some test and soon Robert will transform into some hideous creature. Andy shakes as he imagines himself being torn to pieces and his gloriously happy existence serving his wonderful Lord and Master coming to an end. Once again Andy hears the Master’s voice in his head. “Andy, you have nothing to fear. You are my beloved pet. I have no need to test you. I need others to assume Robert’s former duties. I have chosen you to take on many of those. The first of which will be for you to be in charge of Robert’s retraining.” The Master then takes Andy’s face in his hand gently and asks Andy to look to his eyes. Andy locks gazes with the Master and immediately feels well and understands all he is to do. Andy turns to Robert and says sternly, “You may speak, slut!” “Sir, I am humbled before you. I have treated you poorly and I am truly a most sorry and worthless creature. While I do not deserve it I ask your forgiveness and beg you to train me properly. I wish to be a good servant to you and have you teach me so I may properly serve our Master. I submit myself to you now body and soul, and beg of you to take me though I know I am but a worthless slut. Master, I know it will take much for you to forgive me and I fully expect to endure the punishments that come from your anger with me, Sir,” Robert says in a servile and pleading voice. Despite his desire to perform his new duties as a Sub-Master properly, Andy can’t help but smile as the realization that Robert will be his slut hits home. Remembering seeing Robert and other Masters collar new pets before, Andy strides over to Robert. He looks down on the pitiful site below him and asks Robert if he is truly ready to give himself over to the service of the One true Master. Robert answers weakly that he is. Then Andy grabs Robert’s once proud mane and pulls his head up off the ground. With his free hand he slides the training collar around Roberts trembling neck. Upon dropping Robert’s head back to the floor Andy fastens and locks the collar in place. The slight burn as the collar affixes itself to Robert’s skin, takes the new slave back to his first days with the Master. The day he traded his soul for immortality. For the first time in all of the years since, Robert wonders if he will come to regret making the trade. “Andy, please chain your slut up for now and bring me the girl,” the Master orders. Andy grabs Robert’s collar and drags him over to the corner where a leash is attached to the wall. Andy hooks the leash to Robert’s collar, uses his foot to push Robert to the floor and hurries off to get Clarissa. Andy hurries into the great hall. All traces of the orgy are gone. Most of the Master’s pets and guests are once again formally attired; the men in black tuxedos, the women in stunning evening gowns. They sit in rows of elegant velvet chairs awaiting the start of a grand ceremony. At the front of the room in the center sits the Master’s throne-like chair awaiting his arrival. To the right of the Master’s chair sits Samantha, looking elegant as always in her sparkling gown. Next to her is Mistress Sarah. The two women are talking quietly to each other, oblivious to the general excited buzz in the room. The Master’s most trusted servants from the other world occupy the final two chairs on the right side of the dais. Master Charles and Master Stephen watch over the Master’s realm when he is in the human world. They are stunningly handsome men and Andy has always found them to be gentle when they have visited and used the Master’s pets. To the left of the Master’s chair sit two empty chairs, one for Master Robert, which makes Andy smile, the other for Clarissa. Next to Clarissa’s future spot of honor sits Mistress Catherine, the Master’s personal assistant. She is always aloof from the Master’s pets, never using them for her own pleasure. Not even Robert was allowed to touch Catherine. She has never been with a man other then the Master and that is rare. She is Mistress Sarah’s personal playmate. Next to Catherine sits an elegant older man. His gray mane stands out against the black tuxedo he wears. Master Nicholas surveys the assembly. He is always watching and calculating. Nicholas is in charge of all the Master’s business affairs. Andy moves up the center aisle, his eyes seemingly looking everyone at once searching. Andy reaches the dais and drops to his knees, bowing deeply to his superiors. “Please, rise sweet Andy,” Mistress Sarah says, beaming and gesturing towards Robert’s chair, “That chair will be yours soon. The girl awaits you in solarium, Andy.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Andy says smiling at his beloved Mistress as he quickly runs off to get Clarissa. Clarissa sits in a velvet chair, attired in a stunning silk robe. Somehow Andy knows she is naked underneath the glorious robe. She has been bathed and all traces of the previous nights ordeal are gone. Clarissa is once again the sweet beautiful young woman that Andy loves with all his heart. The sun is shining on Clarissa making her long blond hair appear to be shimmering gold. Andy’s chest tightens, his breath coming in pants. Clarissa smiles at him and says that she loves him too. Andy realizes Clarissa’s transformation has begun; she is reading his thoughts. He goes to her drops to his knees and kisses her hand softly. “Ma’am, the Master wishes me to bring you to him. I am honored to be with you at your time of ascension, my Lady.” “Oh Andy, there is none other I would want with me more then you,” Clarissa responds, tears filling her eyes, “and my sweet Master, I am overjoyed our Master has restored your body.” Andy says that he is no longer her Master. Clarissa replies that he will always be her Master in her heart. They kiss deeply and then Andy takes Clarissa’s hand and leads her through the great hall to the Master’s study. The hall erupts in applause as the strikingly beautiful couple passes through. They approach the Master’s chamber and the door seemingly floats open on its own. Andy is forced to practically push the trembling young women though the door. Clarissa has never been invited into this room before. Upon seeing her beloved Master, Clarissa falls to the floor, carefully keeping her gaze fixed on the intricate designs of the exquisite Oriental carpet. Andy stands with his head bowed respectfully awaiting instructions as the door closes and disappears into the woodwork. Though the Master’s lips do not move, Andy hears the deep hypnotic baritone of the Master clearly. “Andy, you are a loyal and most trusted servant. From this point forward you will be known as Master to all but the highest members of my house. You will serve at my side as aide and keeper of my pets.” Words fade and are replaced by complete understanding in Andy’s mind. Andy is to be sub-Master. He knows he has been elevated to a place of great honor. Andy beams as he looks directly into the kind face of his Master. The Master smiles and speaks, “Now help this sweet slut to her feet, Please Andy!” Andy quickly goes to Clarissa and lifts her up. Clarissa remains limp, fearing this is yet another test. Andy whispers in Clarissa’s ear, assuring her that it is ok to stand before their Master. Somehow Clarissa finds her legs and manages to stand on her own. She keeps her head bowed, eyes on the carpet as Andy backs away. The Master rises from his chair and walks over to the girl. Clarissa trembles as the Master gently touches her face and raises her gaze. Clarissa’s face is now only a foot away form the Master’s face. She feels as if his beautiful dark eyes are boring through her own eyes and piercing her soul. The Master’s warm breath envelops her. Clarissa’s body shakes; not due to fear, due to pure ecstasy. The Master smiles at Clarissa and she is overwhelmed by the love that radiates toward her. As the Master kisses Clarissa’s lips softly, he pulls at the silk sash holding her exotic robe closed. The robe falls open slightly providing just a peek of Clarissa’s treasures. The Master steps back and speaks softly. “Clarissa, my lovely pet, since the day you joined my household you have been a treasured possession. You have given me your loyalty and unquestioned service. You have tonight again shown your complete willingness to serve and please me. I have immense love for you my sweet slut. From this moment forward, for all time, no other then myself and those you give permission shall call you slut. You will spend the next year under the tutelage of Mistress Sara, learning all you need to know to help care for my pets. At the end of that time, you will take your place at my side and hold dominion over my pets along with Andy, Sarah and Phillip.” Clarissa instantly understands her new role. She omits a small gasp as the Master’s face transforms. Though his features remain mostly unchanged, his handsome face now radiates a reddish glow. Clarissa is transfixed as she watches the small buds on the Master’s forehead grow into two-inch long crimson horns with ebony tips. Between the horns, Clarissa can see the outline of what appears to be an intricate tattoo emerging. It is a small ornate pentagram with the number 666 carefully inscribed below. Clarissa realizes that before her stands the prince of darkness. Although her entire upbringing told her that he is the embodiment of evil, Clarissa feels only love for her Master. She aches to run to Him and caress, kiss and suck his beautiful erotic horns. Clarissa manages to control herself and remains completely still as Andy steps forward. He is obeying an unheard command. Andy slides Clarissa’s robe off her shoulders and gently pulls it from her arms. He carefully folds the robe as he steps back to his place. The room seems to glow from the alabaster beauty radiating from Clarissa’s body. She stands unashamed, proud to display herself to her Master and her beloved Andy. The Master turns toward the pathetic lump chained in the corner. Clarissa’s eyes followed the Master’s gaze. She had barely noticed the man in the corner before. Clarissa took him to be a new acquisition of the Master’s that was being trained to join the household. The Master’s voice echoes as he addresses the humbled, naked lump of flesh, “Look up and see what you have given up, slug! Never again will you experience the pleasure of her exquisite treats.” Clarissa's Ascension Robert raises his head and looks upon Clarissa. He sees that her beauty is more radiant then ever before. Clarissa feels slightly faint as she sees Roberts’s forlorn face and recognizes that the slave is her former tormentor. “Fear not, he will never touch you again, my pet. When Andy finishes reeducating him, Robert will serve as your dog,” the Master tells Clarissa in a soothing voice. Clarissa turns back to the Master, who now stands nude before her. His only adornment is a squiggly golden amulet hanging at his chest on a hand woven chain. The Master’s large, magnificent cock is fully erect and standing proudly before him. The Master steps forward and takes Clarissa’s hands in his. Then he brings her left hand to his long, thick, throbbing shaft and her right hand to his heavy ball sack. “Caress me my whore! Make the cum rise in your Master, so that I can fill you with my seed and complete your ascension!” the Master bellows in his sensual baritone. The sound of the Master’s voice causes Clarissa’s pussy to flood. She feels her juices running down her silky thighs as her cunt muscles twitched and her body begins to orgasm. Maintaining her composure despite her heightened erotic state Clarissa begins to gently fondle the Master’s heavy balls and slowly stroke his huge cock with her delicate fingers. The Master moans and growls like a wild beast that is being serviced by his harem. Deep guttural noises come from deep with in him and fill the room with ethereal erotic noise. Andy shudders as he was overwhelmed by the sight, sound and smell of the intense sexual connection between the Master and Clarissa. The tightness in Andy’s pants causes him to squirm as he concentrates on not cuming in his pants. The Master puts his hands on Clarissa’s shoulders and slowly slides them over her body. His fingertips are like small electrodes on Clarissa’s skin. She squeals in delight as her body experiences wave after wave of pleasure. Clarissa grips the Master’s cock tighter, stroking him faster, longing to be allowed to taste him. She hears the single word yes in her head and drops to the floor. Clarissa looks up at her Master seeking permission to suck his enticing cock. He smiles down at her and nods slightly. Clarissa then runs her tongue from his gapping cum slit to his heavy balls and back again. She licks the Master’s cock as if it is a sweet candy stick, bathing his cock in her warm saliva. Suddenly the Master grabs her head and forces his cock head into her mouth. Clarissa relaxes her throat, readying herself to be fucked deep into her throat. She works her lips and tongue on his shaft as he pushes the entire length down into her. The Master pushes his cock down into her throat until it completely disappears and her lips touch his balls. Then he remains still and awaits Clarissa using her magic on him. The Master thought Clarissa had become one of the best cocksuckers her had ever known. On this day she performs better then ever, repeatedly moving her lips up and down his monster cock. Each time she reaches the base she slides her tongue out to taste his musky ball sack. The Master groans as his slut pleasures him. Just as Clarissa thought the Master was ready to flood her mouth with cum, he cried, “Enough Whore! It is time!” and pulled his cock from her mouth. The Master pulls Clarissa to her feet and puts a hand on each of her hips. His strong hands grip her delicate body firmly. Clarissa feels his amazing power and goes limp as she anticipates the final ascension. The Master raises her high in the air as if she weighs no more then a small child. Clarissa hears the Master’s voice, but the words he speaks are foreign to her. It is in fact no language Clarissa has ever heard spoken before. Though she does not understand the words of the Master’s chant it causes a calm to wash over Clarissa. Her body is nearly convulsing as the Master’s grip and words make her swoon with pleasure. As the Master begins to lower Clarissa’s body, she instinctively spreads her legs and wraps them around his muscular torso. As if guided by some unseen hand, the Master’s cock aligns perfectly with Clarissa’s descending pussy. Clarissa’s body stiffens as she feels his bulbous cock head touch her swollen labia. Her entire body shudders as the Master’s long, thick shaft slowly fills her to her depths. The sense of calm Clarissa felt gives way to a feeling that she is being infused with awesome powers. Both Andy and Robert stare transfixed at the scene, hypnotized by the Master’s continued chanting. Finally, Clarissa is fully impaled on the Master’s throbbing cock and he ceases his chant. Clarissa holds onto the Master tightly with her legs and slides her arms around his strong neck. The Master stares into Clarissa’s eyes. Deep inside each of the coal black pools that are the Master’s eyes, Clarissa sees an intense sparkle as if lasers are being focused by a pair of fabulous gemstones deep within the Master. She feels the beams penetrate into her very essence. The Master releases his hold on her and obeying a command only she hears, Clarissa begins riding the Master’s cock. Somehow she knows her very existence now depends upon giving her magnificent Master an orgasm powerful enough to suck a part of his greatness into her soul. Clarissa slides up and down the Master’s huge cock; squeezing his shaft with her well trained cunt muscles. The Master feels her pussy suckling his excited manhood, causing his moans to fill the chamber. Hearing her Master’s cries of passion, cries she has never fully heard before, Clarissa loses control. He body begins to shake even as she manages to continue to hump the Master. Clarissa fears she will lose her grip on the Master’s neck as wave after wave of orgasm send her into frenzied convulsions. As her screams reach a crescendo. The Master grabs Clarissa and holds her tight to his writhing body. Clarissa’s screams and the Master’s moans combine to create a symphony of passion. Suddenly, the Master pushes her down hard on his demonic rod. Though the Master has fucked her frequently, Clarissa has never felt his cock to be this large. The Master’s cock is twitching violently deep within Clarissa, stretching her pussy in new ways. The Master’s moans turn to wails and Clarissa feels the first of many powerful bursts as he shoots his seed deep into her womb. Though lost in orgasm, Clarissa sees with complete clarity all that it means to be bound to the Master for eternity. Clarissa, smiles as she looks upon the panting face of her Master and silently mouths, “I love you for all time, my Lord Lucifer.” A deafening crack of thunder fills the lodge as the Master lowers his head offering Clarissa her first chance to kiss his horns. She softly kisses each horn as the couple’s breathing returns to normal. The Master lifts Clarissa off of his cock and sets her on her feet. He kisses Clarissa deeply and without a word returns to his chair. “How do you feel now that your ascension is complete, my pet?” The Master asks in a sweet loving tone. “My Lord, I do not know the words to express the magnitude of my joy and overwhelming gratitude I feel at receiving your gifts,” Clarissa gushes, beaming at her Master. “I have an additional gift for you if you want it, my pet. Andy step forward and stand with Clarissa” Andy quickly moves up and instinctively takes Clarissa’s hand in his. Clarissa squeezes Andy’s hand tightly in her trembling hand. The aftereffects of the Master’s filling her combined with her love for Andy, eliminates all chance of her controlling her emotions. Gentle tears of joy run down her cheek, trickling much like the Master’s thick cum is doing down her thigh. The Master begins to speak softly, “Andy and Clarissa, you are amongst the most favored of my pets. You will serve together to help care for and teach my other pets from this day forward. As I know all things in my house, I know you have a great love for each other. I also know that this love does not interfere with your love and devotion to me. It would please me if you two pledged yourselves to each other as mates. However, this is a choice you must make freely and I will not impose it on you.” Andy and Clarissa fall to their knees as one. They thank the Master for his generosity and proclaim his desire to be their desire. “Let it be known that you are now one. Andy and Clarissa, all that remains for your union is the consummation,” the Master say’s joyously, “I will give you a short time alone while I attend to my guests. When the consummation is done, you will join us for the celebration of ascension!” As the couple embraces, the Master again fully dressed walks over to Robert and places his foot upon the lowly slaves shoulder, “You pitiful, worthless, worm, I now take from you what I once so loving bestowed upon you. I revoke you powers. You will remain in the form of a mortal. You will behave as a proper eunuch slave until your trainer informs me you have learned enough to become a slut again. Do not fail or you will be mortal in more then body, slug!” With that the Master pushes Robert’s shoulder to the floor and orders him to keep his nose pressed to the ground until Andy retrieves him after the celebration. Robert knows it will be many hours before he will be allowed to move. He cannot imagine how long it would be before he will be allowed to orgasm again. Robert’s tears drip onto the floor as the Master turns and leaves the room to celebrate in the great hall. Robert dare not move as he suffers through listening to Andy and Clarissa making love across the room. The couple consumed in their passion for one another have forgotten all about the pathetic creature that only hours before had lorded over them so cruelly. They lay together nude on the beautiful Oriental rug in front of the roaring fire, revealing in each other and their shared love. Their gentle caressing and kissing slowly becomes more passionate until finally Andy mounts his mate and their union is gently consummated. They share a tender climax and cuddle for a few minutes before preparing for the celebration. Clarissa and Andy use the Master’s private bath to shower. They carefully wash each other and then dress. Andy wears a perfectly tailored black tux. He has a black orchid in his lapel now as only the highest members of the household wear. Clarissa is in an exquisite purple gown woven with jewels like Samantha’s gown. Andy and Clarissa have never been happier. They feel truly blessed by the Master’s generosity. As the couple steps through the door of the great hall, the assembly rises and erupts in thunderous applause. Andy has to help Clarissa walk to the dais and take her seat because she is overcome by the outpouring. The couple sits next to each other beaming as they begin their new life among the elite servants of the Master………………