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The World Possessed

By: warduminanna



1.

My own story starts in the early years of the twenty-first century. I was a 30-year-old scientist. In those days, strange though it is to recall, most scientists were men, like me. I do not intend to spend long on the details of my life or the work that I did. In brief, however, I was considered an expert at the design and construction of instruments for the measurement of particle energy. Specifically, at the time, I was working on building collectors for the fundamental particle that was known as the 'Higgs Boson'. I lived for most of the year in London, where I was a Fellow at Imperial College. I shared my time between that institution and CERN in Switzerland, where the devices I built were ultimately deployed in the large hadron collider.

So it was, late one evening, I was in my laboratory. I was alone, all other members of the department had left for the day. I had run some new calculations through the computer and, as a result of what they had shown me, I wanted to make some changes to the device I was building. It was a large device, taking up most of the available floor space -- about three metres by two. With it I hoped to detect ultra-long wavelength particles with a half-life of just a few Pico-seconds. Absurd, I thought as I lay on my back under the delicate structure, that something built by my own hands could hope capture something so insubstantial and unlikely as a theoretical particle.

I made the final adjustments and, still lying beneath it, I reconnected the power. As I did so, I thought I saw something pulsing in the heart of the device. It was strange, during normal function the device should be unmoving and unchanged; its operation captured only by the computers to which it was connected. Foolish and unthinking, given the power flowing through the device, I pulled myself further under it to see the pulsing spot more clearly.

As I did so I recall the sensation of a shock passing through my body. Not a violent shock, but the sensation of all the hairs on my body standing on end, as if attracted to a static charge. The same sensation you get when holding a balloon close to your arm.

I cannot fully describe my next sensation. It was as if I had opened a door in a dark room and entering a hall of mirrors flooded with sunlight. I was blinded, dazzled and assaulted by a violent kaleidoscope of images. At the same time my body felt both stretched and compressed simultaneously.

I believe I must have been unconscious for a few minutes - I had a sense of disorientation and dislocation and everything went black. When I recovered my sight, the stretching and compression sensation had gone. However, the feeling of a build-up of static charge was stronger than ever. But far more frightening than this was that my device had apparently vanished. I was no longer surrounded by it, and I was unable to feel it when, painfully and gingerly, I stood up. 

Not only had my apparatus gone, but I felt weak and insubstantial myself. However, as I clutched at a table for support, I realised that at least was solid, and when I rapped the top of it with my knuckles, the pain seemed real. Then I realised that my device had not entirely disappeared. Its shadowy, insubstantial presence still existed, glowing faintly in the dim light from the computer screens around. It seemed to be both 'there' and 'not there' at one and the same time. I turned on the main room lights and its presence seemed fainter still. I don't think I would have noticed it unless I knew where to look. Also, curiously, I felt as if I was a part of it, or that it was a part of me.

I moved from the laboratory into my office. I needed to think, I needed to use my computer to try to work out what could have happened. As I sat in my office chair I began to wonder if anything else had changed. Everything looked the same, but as I turned to scan the room I realised with a shock that the insubstantial presence of my device appeared to have followed me! It should have been out of sight, beyond a solid wall, but I could still see it, less than a metre away. I got up and moved - it appeared to remain the same distance away, no matter where I was, and I realised that it always remained in the same position relative to me.

I felt sick, my head was throbbing and I simply couldn't believe what had happened. The possible consequences dawned on me when I realised that I would have to account for the absence of tens of thousands of pounds worth of equipment and I began to sweat in terror. I tried to concentrate on my computer screen, but it was no good. The figures made no sense to me. After half-an-hour of futile effort, I decided that I would be unable to make any progress that night. So I shut down my systems, turned out the lights in the laboratory, and locked the door. I made my way out of the building and into the crowded streets of London.

In front of me all the time was the ghostly, insubstantial presence of my apparatus. It didn't seem to bother my fellow pedestrians, they walked through it and ignored it as if, for them, it did not exist. I walked in a trance with the strange companion that only I, apparently, could see. I caught an underground train and made my way to the flat where I lived alone. As I climbed the stairs to my first-floor apartment I felt as if I was dragging the entire weight of the apparatus with me and I was absolutely exhausted by the time I reached my front door. I stumbled inside and collapsed onto my bed where, fully clothed, I passed into a deep sleep.

I don't know what time it was that I awoke. It was still dark, but light came from the street outside where I hadn't bothered to draw the curtains. By this I saw that I was no longer alone. Standing by my bed was a woman. As far as I could see from her silhouette against the window, she had the most desirable figure of any woman I had ever seen, either in reality or in a movie. She seemed to tower over the bed, made taller by the long dark hair piled on top of her head. At first I thought she was naked, then I realised that she was dressed in a tight-fitting, one-piece suit that covered her completely, with the exception of her eyes -- and these were hidden by what appeared to be mirrored sunglasses. The suit gleamed like wet silver as she moved. It clung to her every curve, showing each detail of the skin beneath. Despite my confused and exhausted state my cock began to stir as I saw, clearly outlined beneath the shiny fabric, her hard nipples and prominent areolas.

She reached out and shook my arm roughly as if trying to wake me. "Where is your mistress?" she asked when she saw that I was already awake. Her words were strangely loud, expressionless and spoken in a peculiarly accented English. I shook my head - this seemed to be nonsense. "I'm sorry -- what do you mean?" I said.

Her grip tightened painfully on my arm, and without effort she pulled me out of bed, throwing me to the floor. "Fool of a slave!" She said. "Where is your mistress? Take me to her immediately!"

"I don't know what you mean!" I stammered. "I don't have a mistress -- I'm not a slave."

"Idiot!" She cried, kicking me hard in the ribs with the sharply-pointed toe of one high-heeled boot. "You're a man aren't you? Of course you're a slave with a mistress!"

"Look, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. I don't know who you are, or why you're in my flat. I suggest you just get out before I call the police!" 

The truth is that, by this time I felt afraid. This woman, although undeniably beautiful, was obviously strong and probably deranged; at any moment she might take it into her head to seriously injure, or even kill me. However, despite my fear, my cock rose stiffly again as she straddled me and I saw, at the top of her long thighs, swollen labia clearly outlined beneath the tight, shiny suit.

Instead of replying, she bent down and grabbed my shirt, hauling me to my feet as easily as if I had been a child. She held me up so that our eyes were level, my feet just touching the ground. Her mirrored shades eerily reflecting my pale face. I felt her piercing eyes boring into mine, even though I could not see them. After what seemed an age she dropped me. "Yes," she said, "there is sufficient intelligence, you could be telling the truth." She turned away and paced the length of my bedroom. "So -- who opened the gate?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or run. The urge for self-preservation won, and I began to move towards the door. She anticipated me, moving with unbelievable speed on her high stiletto-pointed heels, she blocked my exit. In her hand she held a long whip that she had uncoiled from her belt in a single, lightning-fast movement. She flexed it menacingly.

I held up my hands in what I hoped she would recognise as a gesture of surrender. "Look -- who are you?" I asked, "and why are you in my flat?"

The whip, tapering to an impossibly fine point, came hissing towards me, shredding the front of my shirt as if it had been slashed with a knife, but missing my flesh. "I warn you -- take one step towards this door and you will suffer."

I held my hands up again. "OK, OK. Look I'll sit on the bed. Just tell me who you are and what you want."

Remaining in front of the door, she coiled the whip and tucked it back into her belt. "My name is Mistress Leela, and I am looking for the scientist who has opened the gate."

"OK, I'm sorry, uh... Mistress Leela. I don't understand what you are talking about. I am a scientist, but I know nothing of any gate."

She shook her head, wonderingly. "You are a man -- how can you be a scientist?"

"I can assure you that I am. I am a research fellow at the University of London. My specialist field is the design and construction of sub-atomic particle detectors."

"Ah! We have a common understanding at last. What year is this?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What year is this -- the date you fool!"

I gave her the date. She shook her head and appeared to be calculating. "I see," she said. "What do you know of the mnim?"

"It means nothing to me, I've never heard the word."

"Yes, of course. So you have no Goddess in London?"

I gave a small, nervous laugh. "No goddess, but we have a mayor..."

"I am not interested in this 'mayor'!" She snapped. The, throwing back her head, she laughed -- a chilling and sinister laugh.

"Now I can see that I have succeeded and the Goddess will have endless power! But where is the gate? It must be near!" 

She began to look around the room, as if searching for something. Suddenly she stopped and pointed in front of me. "There -- what is that?"

In the excitement since my waking I had forgotten it, hadn't noticed that it was still there. Now I could see it again, fainter and more transparent, but still undeniably there -- the ghost of my apparatus. I sat back on the bed.

"You see --it's like this..." 

In a way it was a relief. To have someone else who could obviously see my strange incubus. I began to tell her the story of my experiment. I don't know why, but it felt good to share the experience, even with such an uncanny visitor.

2

As I spoke, she paced the room. At last she turned to face me.

"I understand. You have inadvertently created the gate through your ignorant meddling with dark energy. But, unfortunately, you yourself have become part of the mechanism." She made a gesture of annoyance. "It is ridiculous that I should have to rely on a fool of a man! I, the greatest scientist under the Goddess's moon!"

She moved to stand in front of me. "I wonder. Do you need to remain fixed in this time, or can I use you to control the gate's location?" She grabbed me again, lifting me effortlessly to my feet. "Well, that is soon answered." Still holding me with her left hand she began to press some studs on her elaborate silvery belt.

In front of us the ghostly echo of my apparatus began to solidify, and then to spin. Soon it looked like a whirling vortex of colour, shading from deep red at its edges to a bright violet centre that was gradually swallowed up by a spreading blackness. Once the blackness had become absolute, my visitor strode into it without hesitation, dragging me behind her.

There was a brief sensation of nothingness, of an absence of all sensation and then intense cold and a blinding light. I blinked and opened my eyes to find that my flat had gone. In its place we were surrounded by a greenish light, a warm breeze and smell of female musk so strong that my cock began to rise and I felt an overpowering erotic urge.

"It worked!" She cried triumphantly. "We're both here. This means that I can completely control the passage in both time and space between the present and when you created your gate!"

"But where are we?" I asked.

"In my laboratory, about two thousand five hundred years in your future." She answered.

I gestured around at what appeared to be a large, empty space, soft and yielding underfoot. The greenish light came from no discernable light-source. The ceiling and walls were pinkish-white, and seemed somehow organic, as if they were pulsing with their own, slow, living rhythm. 

"This is a laboratory?" I said in amazement.

As I spoke I could see her running a finger around the neck of her suit. The material shrank away from her face, revealing golden-brown skin, a straight nose and full, red lips, although her eyes were still hidden by the mirrored shades. She ran her finger around her shoulders and the top of her legs -- the suit shrank away from her hands, arms and thighs until she was left wearing knee-length boots and a body-suit that covered her from her crotch to her throat. All were made of the same shiny, material, shimmering silver in the soft light.

She shook out her blue-black hair, which cascaded half-way down her back. "That's better," she said, running long, slender fingers, tipped with blood-red nails, through its thickness. 

"Yes, this is my laboratory." She gestured and an elegant piece of equipment materialised close to me. It was strangely reminiscent of my own apparatus -- about the same size, but somehow more of a living organism than a thing of silicon and metal.

She moved over to it, touching it with her hands, almost caressing it. "This is my gate to the portal -- the equivalent to yours. We can use this to pass through to any place or time that is between the time at which you opened your gate and the time at which this gate exists."

"It seems that your gate remains in your time." She gestured towards me. "See -- it no longer accompanies you." Indeed it was true, I could no longer see the ghostly reminder of my own laboratory in the distant past.

She again touched some studs on her elaborate silvery belt. "There remains one more experiment -- to see if the portal will operate without your presence. You will stay here!" She ordered.

The apparatus that was her gate began to rotate and transform into a spinning vortex. She moved towards it as it transitioned from rainbow-coloured to black. As she moved into the throat of the vortex she seemed to foreshorten, as if moving away from me very fast. Almost immediately she began to grow again as quickly as she had diminished. The vortex blinked out of existence, and her gate was solid and real again.

She stumbled slightly, then recovered herself. There was a look of irritation on her perfect features.

"Unfortunately it would appear that the portal requires both your apparatus and your physical presence in order to operate. You seem to have inadvertently made yourself the key to your own gate!"

She began to walk up and down, speaking more to herself than to me. "That is a pity. I had hoped to dispose of you. Your presence will be an inconvenience. Until I can make other arrangements I will have to keep you alive. In which case your body will have to be improved." 

She turned to me decisively. "Take off your clothes!" She ordered.

Aware of her power, I didn't think to disobey, but immediately stripped myself naked.

She walked around me, appraising my body. "You are not fit enough to withstand the demands that will be placed on you!" She said. She reached out and grabbed my balls, digging her sharp, red nails into the soft flesh. "These are pathetic -- they will have to grow." Despite my pain and humiliation, my penis rose unbidden as I looked longingly at her swelling breasts and hard nipples beneath the slick, taut fabric of her body suit.

"Your prick, too is feeble." She flicked it contemptuously with one nail. "It will not be of any interest to a woman of this time." 

Mistress Leela stood in front of me, her legs spread, hands on hips. "We will begin your alteration soon. But first you must learn what is required of a man in the Goddess's world."

She ran her finger across the crotch of her suit, along the clearly delineated line of her cunt. The suit parted and drew away to reveal hairless labia that seemed to be swollen with desire. Licking her finger she inserted it between her cunt-lips, seeking out her swollen clitoris.

"Sex rules the world of the Goddess," she said, her voice suddenly soaked with lust, "men must serve the Goddess, and women are your goddesses." While, with the fingers of one hand she continued to frot her clitoris, she swept the other around both her breasts. Again, the material drew away to reveal firm, golden flesh beneath. Her nipples stood proud on top of her melon-sized breasts and now they were freed of their covering, they became even harder and more prominent. She caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples, gasping as she did so. 

"On your knees!" She ordered. And without thought or hesitation I did as I was told. It brought my eyes to the level of her naked cunt, now dripping with the juice of her arousal. The scent was intoxicating, musky and lust-inducing. Even as I inhaled it, I could feel my prick swelling to a size it had never achieved in my life before. I felt that I had to have her, had to sink my prick into that luscious cunt. But somehow I knew that to do so would bring swift and painful punishment.

She noticed my arousal and smiled a cruel smile. "The first lesson you will learn is that, in this world, no man is ever permitted to come without the permission of a goddess. The more desperate and hungry for sex a man is, the better a goddess likes it. Men serve our needs and our needs alone, their desires are of interest to us only as they serve our needs."

As I watched she continued to stimulate herself, raising me to heights of lust I didn't know it was possible to achieve. Even as she masturbated she spoke to me, telling me of the world of the Goddess and what I could expect to find in it.

3

I don't know how long she kept me in what she called her 'laboratory'. It must have been weeks. I discovered that the laboratory was almost a world in itself, with furniture that appeared and disappeared as if it had a life of its own -- which I suspect much of it did. During all that time I had fleeting glimpses of other people, mostly women, all of them beautiful and dressed much as my captor. They looked through me, ignoring me as if I was not there. Mistress Leela spoke to the women in a language that at first I didn't understand, but which eventually became clear as a result of the memories she implanted in me. 

There were also men, bald, naked and hugely endowed. Mistress Leela used them as servants, to fetch and carry. The men too completely ignored me, and it gradually dawned on me that no one except Mistress Leela could see me. Somehow she had made me invisible to all but her.

Three or four times a day she would order a man to lie on a low bench close to me. She would secure him by the bands he wore at his wrists, ankles and neck. Then she would straddle him, first sitting on his face and ordering him to lick her cunt. When she had achieved her first orgasm this way, she would impale herself on his huge prick. Riding the slave hard, she would achieve orgasm after orgasm, while the slave's prick stayed painfully stiff and engorged. Dismounting from him, she would appear to be crackling with energy and power, while the man seemed diminished; his body drained of blood, apart from his huge, throbbing member, thickly coated with her juices. 


The World Possessed Pt. 02



5.

In one fluid, graceful movement, Lilith dismounted from her hideous charger, the huge phallic symbioform on its back leaving her cunt with an obscene sucking sound that seemed loud in the sudden silence. The animal collapsed into a deep sleep immediately its symbioform left her body, and the fire in its eyes went out.

Her eyes, however, blazed with lustful blue heat as they swept across my spread-eagled body. The plump, shining, dark-red pillows of her lips curled into a cruel smile. Tossing back her head, she laughed. The sound was musical, thrilling and at the same time terrifying. The mane of her hair swept around her naked breasts like a cloud. If her eyes were blue flame, then her hair was a blazing furnace of crimson and flashing gold.

Her skin also glowed golden, free of imperfections; taut, firm and silky-smooth. Her body was the picture of ideally toned female flesh. She stood with her legs slightly parted, running her hands over her torso and cupping her massive, firm breasts Each was a perfect double handful of tit flesh, riding high on her chest. Her blood-red nipples, each the size of the top-joint of my thumb, stood proud from her prominent, dark brown aureoles and stiffened at the first touch of her fingertips. A delicious shiver went through her body as she played with her tits. Sounds of pleasure burst from her lips, making the subtle muscles in her abdomen ripple with each ecstatic gasp and the golden pendant of her goddess-hood swing between her breasts. Pearly beads of juice from her pussy seeped out between her hairless labia, oozing down in oily drops to the tops of skin-tight, black boots that began just below her crotch, covered her long, firm thighs and swept over the perfect curve of her calves. As I watched, the drops of her lust-juice trickled down the shimmering latrix to gather in glistening puddles at the stiletto-sharp tips of her towering heels.

She scooped up her liquid arousal with hands covered in black, flesh-hugging gloves that extended from her slender fingers to her shoulders and began to massage it into her exposed flesh. The creamy fluid slid over her skin, coating it with glistening sap that enhanced its golden-satin sheen. The musky fragrance was heady, intoxicating and so arousing that I thought my cock would burst, as more and more of my blood pumped into its already massive bulk.

She stalked over to me with predatory grace, carefully planting each foot in front of the other so that her stiletto heels struck the floor with sounds that echoed like gunshots in the silent room. She licked her glistening red lips as she took in the massive size of my throbbing prick. Then she looked at the two girls, now both standing to one side of me, with their eyes downcast.

"You have done well girls," she said to them, "is he thoroughly prepared?"

"Yes Mistress," replied Eris "...except that..."

"Except what?"

Eris tossed her head and glanced at her companion. "Except that Charis here has not yet taken him in her arse."

"Is this true child?" The goddess asked. Striding towards Charis, she took her face in her gloved hand and lifted her chin so that she was staring into her eyes. 

Although I knew that Lilith could not be more than a couple of years older than Charis, the difference between them was immense. The younger, though lovely and cruel, was like a gentle breeze before the hurricane force of beauty, strength and terror that was Lilith.

"Yes Mistress." Charis replied. She looked away, unable to bear the force of the goddess's gaze.

"Then you must do so – now."

"But he is so big Mistress!"

"Charis, Charis," Lilith shook her head in sorrow, "if you are to be made Silver you must take this, and more!"

Suddenly she turned on the brunette, "and you, Eris – have you taken him in your mouth?"

Now it was Eris's turn to look downcast. "No, Mistress," she admitted.

"Very well, then that is what you must both do first. Come..." She said, moving to stand beside me and gesturing at my huge, throbbing prick. 

If I was astonished at the sight of these young girls impaling their cunts on my cock, I was wholly unable to believe that they would be capable of swallowing such a monstrous organ. I was certain that no one could even open their mouth wide enough to admit my fist-sized glans.

Eris knelt between my legs and bent over my gigantic penis. Raising it in both hands she positioned the slippery glans between her red, cushioned lips. Swirling her tongue around, she then drilled its tip into the cum-hole, and I screamed again in agony as once more the onset of my orgasm was frustrated by the increasingly tight band at the base of my scrotum. Her dark eyes flashed triumph into mine as she began to open her lips, wider and wider.

"Come my darling, " Lilith said in low, thrilling tones as she stood behind the kneeling brunette and began to caress her firm, young breasts with her shiny, gloved hands. "Remember your lessons – use the mnim to change the shape of your mouth and throat."

As she spoke I could see Eris's lips and throat rippling and changing. Like a snake swallowing its prey, her mouth slid over the head of my prick, and I felt the most incredible sensations as the whole of my giant organ began to slide down her throat. Once more the desire to cum was overwhelming and the agony of frustration was so intense that I felt that I would faint. Eris's eyes swivelled up to meet mine, and her triumph and delight at my pain shone out from them.

"Yes, that's it!" Lilith cried, "You have done well. I will make sure that you become a Silver at the next meeting of the township coven."

With lingering suction, Eris slowly withdrew me from her mouth. Despite the restricting band, a little pre-cum had leaked from my shaft and now glistened white on her luscious lips. Carefully she wiped it off with her index finger, which she popped into her mouth and sucked, all the while gazing deep into my eyes with cruel delight at my pain.

Now it was Charis's turn. She glanced at the goddess apprehensively and then took Eris's place between my legs. Lilith knelt behind her, and I heard Charis gasp and saw her catch her lower lip between her teeth as the goddess's fingers invaded her cunt, stimulating her to the brink of orgasm.

"Quick!" Lilith hissed, "now that the orgasmic power is strong in you, take the slave's prick in your mouth."

Obediently, Charis bowed her head and opened her lips around my bloated, purple glans. Sure enough, I saw her throat rippling and changing, just as Eris's had done. With an astonishing ease she slid my huge organ into her mouth, all the while caressing my balls with her cool soft hands, while her throat muscles massaged my shaft into the exquisite agony of yet another orgasm denied. Her deep blue eyes met mine triumphantly and her lips curled into a predatory grin as she bit down on the base of my cock with her sharp, white teeth. A bead of dark red blood oozed from the wound and her tongue emerged to lap it up.

"Oh yes, very well done my sweet girl," Lilith said, caressingly. She stood and rested her gloved hands on Charis's shoulders. "Now let me see you take him all the way into your tight little arse!"

Instantly Charis sprang up and straddled my waist. Facing me, she treated me to a display of her luscious young cunt, its lips swollen and thickly coated with glistening cream. Staring straight into my eyes and licking her lips, she put both hands between her legs and smeared her juices into the puckered ring of her anus.

Lilith bent over my body and held my massive organ upright between Charis's legs. Looking up at the goddess with adoring eyes, Charis pulled open the cheeks of her arse and sank down so that my glans butted against her sphincter. Closing her eyes, she pushed harder, until she felt the slippery, fist-sized monster invade her taut body.

"Yes, oh yes!" She cried out, as she buried more and more of my shaft in her hot, tight tube. 

It felt even more erotic than when Eris had taken me in the same way. Charis moved more slowly and sensually, and I could feel her flesh rippling around me as she slowly frotted her clitoris with her finger. All the time she held my eyes with hers, conveying the clear message that hers was the pleasure and mine was the pain. 

After what seemed to me like hours of agony, Charis at last built her orgasm to a slow, shattering climax. She writhed around on my impaling organ, crying out again and again with inarticulate ecstasy.

She slumped back, exhausted, into the Lilith's cradling arms. The goddess kissed her, slowly and sensually.

"Well done little one," she said. "I will make sure that you too will be proclaimed a Silver."

She lifted Charis up, so that my prick slid out of her tight arse, causing me yet more torture. 

With her arm still around Charis, Lilith summoned Eris to her side. The goddess's arms circled the waists of the two girls, drawing them close to her, so that their breasts were pressed against hers, their bullet-hard nipples rubbing sensuously against her slippery, oiled flesh.

"When you are Silvers you will both take my cunt juice into your blood and become my brood-sisters." Lilith told them, kissing each of them on the lips.

"Together we will destroy all those goddesses who oppose us. Then we will take and use as many slaves as we wish. No one will be able to stop us!"

I heard the sound of clapping behind me and of sharp heels striking the floor. Eris and Charis stood back from the goddess and bowed their heads as Mistress Leela came into the room. 

She was dressed in silver instead of her usual black. Her boots and gloves were made of shimmering scales, so thin and fine that they appeared to be a continuation of her skin. Her entire torso was covered with a delicate net of silvery threads, clinging to her body, tightly moulding the golden flesh beneath. The mesh that covered her generous breasts was carefully arranged so that her nipples, the width and length of the top joint of my thumb, thrust through holes in it, and I noticed that they, too, were encased in silver threads, so gossamer-fine as to be nearly invisible. The material was cut high over her legs, barely covering her sex-mound. Between the threads I could clearly see her soft, puffy labia. She stood close to me, deliberately taunting me with the sight and smell of her body. So close that I could see that her vulva was distended around a dildo, thrust deep inside her cunt. 

All the silvery threads of her costume shone as if with an internal light. They shimmered and pulsed, alternately contracting and relaxing as if caressing her body. From her slight, shuddering movements it was obvious that she was experiencing an endless series of controlled orgasms. As a result, her whole body glowed with such energy and power it was hard to look at her. Yet I could not turn my face away.

"Bravo Goddess!" She said, in her low, thrilling voice. "For too long have we held back. The time has come for us to act. To throw off the restraints that have shackled us. To consume what is rightfully ours and have no limit placed on our appetite! To rule the world as we would wish!"

"Go now girls!" She said to Eris and Charis, giving them a graceful gesture of dismissal. "You have done well. The goddess and I will complete the initiation of this slave. You have helped to usher in a new order, in which you two will play an important part!"

The girls glanced at each other with triumph in their eyes. Then they bowed to Lilith and Leela, turned and left the room. I was alone with the two whom I most feared, and whom I most worshipped.

6.

When Eris and Charis had left, Mistress Leela walked over to Lilith and handed her a small, black, cigar-shaped object about 2 centimetres in length.

"Use this," she said, "instead of the usual control device. It will key him to you and me with an unbreakable bond. No other goddess will be able to access him, I can assure you. Furthermore, you will be able to communicate your orders directly to him, no matter how far away you are."

"Thank you Mother." Lilith said as Leela let the object fall into her daughter's outstretched hand. "But you haven't explained why he is so important. He's only a slave, after all – even if he is spectacularly well endowed and has the stamina you promise!"

"I can assure you that his stamina will match his endowments!" Leela laughed, "and you will be able to test him for yourself in a moment." Her voice dropped to a whisper and became serious. 

"I haven't yet told you any of this, and I didn't want to speak while the two girls were present." Her voice fell still further, so low that I could barely hear. "He is the key to worlds full of men that we can enslave. Through him we can travel to any time up to 2,500 years in the past. We will have access to billions of men. You and I can feed as much as we desire and I will no longer have to pretend to be merely a Silver!"

I gasped as her words made me realise the truth. Leela was really a goddess! It explained much that had puzzled me about her. She heard my gasp and turned towards me.

"Yes slave – I am a goddess and have been one for many years. It was simple for me to alter the mnim expression within my genotype. However, I have no interest in wasting my time in petty scrabbling for slaves and power. So I have taken only so much energy as I can easily get. Although naturally my advanced knowledge and the technology I can command has allowed me to take far more than any other goddess would guess!"

"The costume that I'm wearing for example enables me to create dark energy within my body and to absorb it from many metres around." She turned to her daughter.

"I have one that was made for you. You'll find that it enhances your power significantly, once you learn to use it."

"Excellent, if it is as good as you say we can make more to sell to other households. Our credit has gone and I need more slaves!"

Mistress Leela laughed. "I assure you my darling, after today you will never need to purchase another slave!" She turned to me. "But come, we are wasting time. The slave is ready for you. Take his seed and make him fully yours!"

Lilith moved to stand on my left side. Then, facing my head, she slowly raised her left leg, lifting it across my body until it was horizontal. Her cunt was now brazenly displayed in front of my face. The petals of her labia were open, pink and glistening with her juices. Her clitoris was the size of bean, it seemed to throb and glow with a ruby light that pierced my eyes like a laser. The pungent, fragrant, intoxicating smell of her sex washed over me. I panted and salivated with need, pulling against my bonds as hard as I could in a vain attempt to worship her with my mouth.

Teasingly, she pirouetted, presenting the perfect globes of her arse to my gaze. Then she straddled my head so that I was gazing up at her bottom. Pulling apart her arse cheeks she revealed her oozing cunt just centimetres away from my straining tongue. "Come then," she said, "drink from the Goddess and learn the true meaning of desire!"

So saying, she sat down hard on my face so that my nose was buried deep in her arse and my mouth was covered by her wide-spread labia. She pushed her vulva hard against my tongue, and ground her rock-hard clitoris against my chin. Immediately I felt her sex-cream flow into between my lips. It was better than the most delicious, most intoxicating drink I had ever tasted. I sucked and lapped like a man dying of thirst, eager to gulp as much of her essence as I could, not caring that by drinking I was binding myself to her for ever, igniting a blaze of desire that only my death would extinguish.

My prick now throbbed with need so intense that it was beyond pain, as she lingeringly ran her slick-coated hands over my pulsating organ and aching balls. I felt her probing between my legs, her strong fingers pulling my arse cheeks apart. I felt the air, cold on my anus. Then a momentary stabbing as she inserted the cigar-shaped control device through the resistance of my sphincter.

The sensation was like no other that I had ever experienced. As soon as it was inside my rectum the control device came alive. I could feel it crawling through my intestine, the pain intense as its tentacles pierced my gut-wall and began to spread throughout my body. Almost immediately, I sensed that it had gained control over my ability to cum. Then I felt a cold shock as it reached my central nervous system. I knew from implanted memories that it was able to detach my autonomic from my central nervous system; this would make my orgasms more intense, my ejaculations more powerful, for the same reason that a female mantis bites the head off her mate at his moment of climax.

I was not prepared for the sensation that followed, as I felt my mind brushing that of the Goddess. I sensed an immense, alien cruelty and a vast hunger for power. Through her eyes I saw a vivid interplay of forces beyond my ordinary sight. I felt my weakness and her immense strength. 

Abruptly the contact was broken.

"He does not have the mind of a slave!" The Goddess said in astonishment.

"That is because he is from the past, when men were not born as slaves." Leela answered.

"But his soul is that of a slave!" Lilith said with satisfaction, grinding down harder on my face, suffocating me with the perfumed, silken strength of her sopping cunt-flesh. "See, he makes no effort to stop me. He would gladly die between my legs, wouldn't you slave?"

Again the steely power of her mind touched my weak will, and mentally I babbled my allegiance to her. Truly I wanted nothing more than to be her slave. Indeed, I would be happy to die of suffocation between her legs, as long as she continued to let me lap at her addictive cunt-juice. 

She laughed in the knowledge that I had fallen totally under her spell. I sensed her thrill of domination and mastery. She knew that I had become another worm under her boot-heel, to use and abuse for her pleasure. The ecstatic feeling of power pushed her body into orgasm. She began to climax with terrifying intensity, clamping her thighs so powerfully around my head that I thought she would crack my skull, while she flooded my mouth with more of her sex-cream.

Once her orgasm had subsided she cruelly raised herself from my mouth. She laughed at my moans of frustrated anguish as the source of intoxicating fluid left my lips and I wept like a baby denied the teat. Teasingly she lifted her cunt away and, with both hands, she spread her labia wider, within centimetres of my face. Then moving from my head, she deliberately began to rub her sopping cunt over the wounds the two girls had inflicted on my body. 

The pain poured through me, as blood pounded into my cock and balls. I could feel my metabolism racing, forcing my testicles to generate more and more sperm, driving the production process a thousand times more rapidly than nature intended. This time the pain was not localised to the base of my prick; it spread throughout my body and was compounded by an overwhelmingly intense frustration that surged within me. I felt that I had to cum or my over-extended heart would burst!

As if sensing that a crisis had been reached, the goddess at last took hold of my gigantic cock, circling it with both of her sex-soaked, slick-coated hands. Raising herself off my body, she turned around to face my head once more. Then, straddling my groin, she began to feed my monster organ into her hungry vagina. As she impaled herself she threw back her head and pinched a rock-hard nipple in each hand. Immediately her body began to shake in the throes of orgasm and she drove down harder on my huge pole, around which her cunt-lips were obscenely extended. At last I heard the words for which I seemed to have been longing for an eternity: "I give you permission to cum!"




The World Possessed Pt. 02



I gave a wild, inarticulate cry as I felt the cum surge along the length of my cock, and fountain into her glorious pussy. On and on it went, my bound body thrusting as hard as it could in spasm after spasm. Her cunt sucked the fluid from me, but the volume became too great even for her, and the jism foamed out of her sliding pussy-lips. Immediately Leela threw herself across my body, lapping the cum that was pouring down the length of my prick as Lilith pistoned it into her cunt. 

I have no idea how long the ordeal continued. I quickly lost consciousness as my racing body strove to serve the inexhaustible needs of the two beautiful succubae. 

I was brought back to painful and weakened reality by a vicious stabbing in my chest. Looking down I saw that my Goddess had branded me with her personal sigil: a stylised cunt with spiralling arms reaching out from a ruby clitoris. My ankles, wrists, and neck were ringed by silvery metallic bands, decorated with the same sign, proclaiming me to be her slave; while my waist was circled by a thick, wide belt of slick, transparent material. 

Lilith stood over me, her skin glowing with a golden light, her body surrounded by an aura of blue flame. In her hand she was toying with the gold seal of her goddess-hood that had been hanging between her smooth, firm breasts, and which she had just used to brand my chest.

"That was the best!" She cried. "You have not failed me Leela! I am astonished that he isn't dead. I have had less energy than this from slaves whose entire life-force I have drained. Yet he remains alive!"

Suddenly the Goddess rose into the air, surrounded by a crackling, blue halo of energy. She hovered less than a metre over my head, so that I was gazing up the endless length of her legs, from shimmering stiletto heels to shiny, black-clad thighs and the gaping mouth of her drooling cunt. Still hovering, her hands stroked the fleshy, jutting cheeks of her bottom as she erotically thrust her hips forward, clearly exposing the glistening, ruby core of her sex to my yearning eyes. Immediately, an intense, red beam of light flashed out, laser-like; seeming to emanate from her throbbing, engorged clitoris. The beam struck the low bench on which, in front of me, Leela had abused so many slaves. The bench split open, flamed briefly, then vanished in a burst of intense heat.

"Yes," Lilith cried in triumph, "with energy such as this at my command I will be able to destroy anyone who stands against me!"

Leela, whom I now had to learn to call 'goddess Leela', also rose into the air, to hover alongside her daughter. She reached out to caress her face, and there was an arcing crack of energy as the two goddesses touched. 

"This is nothing compared with the power you will achieve, my sweet," she said.

Leela's touch on Lilith's face became a caress, as her hand moved down her daughter's glistening, golden body. Still hovering over me, the two goddesses turned face to face and embraced passionately, grinding breast-flesh to breast-flesh, pressing cunt against cunt. Now they were panting with sexual heat. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, finally coming to rest on the taut pillows of each other's arses, where the slick-clad fingers of mother and daughter kneaded and pressed the other's perfect globes.

Their bodies began to spin, faster and faster as sexual ecstasy overcame them. Soon they were hidden by a dazzling sphere of golden light that pulsed with violent erotic energy, charging even my exhausted body with desire. My drained and flaccid cock began to rise once more. It was soon throbbing again with urgent sexual need and pressing against my stomach. As my prick grew in size, I was once more filled with energy. Astonishingly, however, instead of escape, my sole desire was to give myself once more to my goddess. With my mind I was willing her to abuse me and take from me whatever she desired.

As if in response to my thought, the golden sphere began to split into two. The separate segments drifted apart and both landed lightly, one on each side of me. Noiselessly, the golden light dissipated and standing in its place were the goddesses, both smiling cruel smiles, each more beautiful and terrible than ever.

Leela spoke as if nothing had happened. "Time to introduce him to his fellow slaves I think."

"In fact he looks re-energised and ready to fuck," she said, indicating my swollen prick. "That's very interesting, it seems as if he is able to absorb energy, probably from you, as his bond-mistress. You must be careful with him.."

"Don't worry – I will!" Replied Lilith.

"It's late now," said Leela, "come to me tomorrow after the morning ceremony and I will show you how we can access a world full of slaves that will be ours for the taking!"

Lilith ran her sharp, red tongue over her cruel, scarlet lips. "I can hardly wait. Already my body is craving more. Many slaves will suffer tonight for my pleasure!"

She leant over me to release my bonds. As she did so she deliberately allowed her smooth, firm breast-flesh to touch my aching, swollen prick. It leaped at the contact and I would have come at that touch, if the device which now controlled me had not agonisingly halted my surging orgasm before it could begin. A wicked smile played over her lips as she fastened a leash to my collar. She pulled on the leash to drag me upright and tugged on it to tow me behind her as she went over to her sleeping rast.

She stood over its hideous head, her cunt just a few centimetres from its nostrils. As soon as it had inhaled her sexual musk its eyes came to life. Opening its huge mouth, it bared gleaming, serrated teeth and pushed out a long, pointed tongue that unerringly found its way between the drooling lips of her cunt.

The rast lapped at her juices, pistoning its tongue into her cunt as it did so, causing Lilith to shudder in the throes of yet another orgasm. As it fucked her with its tongue, the great, black phallic object between its shoulders engorged, oozing juices as it swelled to its full size, easily matching that of my own monstrous organ.

Lilith's orgasm quickly subsided. She turned and threw her leg over the rast's back, positioning her gaping cunt over the tip of the throbbing symbioform. She paused briefly to rub the fist-sized head, glistening with its own oozing secretions, over her clitoris before sinking down with a cry of ecstasy. She easily engulfed its huge length in her pulsing love-tube. Instantly the rast's eyes became intelligent, its posture alert as goddess and rast became one organism.

Leela touched her daughter on her leg as the mnimrast rose to its full height.

"Remember daughter, I have programmed the slave's history into the goddess web. This says that I purchased him three weeks ago at the Sydney slave market. His number is 247897833. His former owner is the goddess Wanda4. She sold him for a good price because she needed more slaves."

Lilith nodded impatiently. "Yes, yes, Mother. He's a slave, no one will question me about him."

Leela shook her head. "When they see his stamina, other goddesses will be bound to ask questions. You must be prepared..."

The mnimrast turned and began to leave. Lilith, dragging me behind her, looked back at her mother. "I'll remember. And so will you 7833 –" She lashed me with her whip as she said this, causing me to double-up with pain.

"What's your number slave?"

"7833, Goddess" I managed to stutter out through sobs of agony.

"Good slave – you learn quickly. But that won't stop me whipping you." 

Again she lashed me with her whip. Although the pain seemed less, it was unexpected and again I cried out loudly. She laughed at my pain, thrillingly cruel in her beauty.

"Remember that your suffering only serves excites me! I can do what I like with you, can't I, slave?"

"Yes Goddess," I heard myself replying, "I want you to use me however you like."

"Oh, I will slave – I will." 

So saying the mnimrast left Leela's laboratory, dragging me behind it into my new life. My servitude had fully begun.



The World Possessed Pt. 03



Chapter 7

The freezing night air hit me like a wall as we left the laboratory, and a snow-laden gale swooped down on us. Inside her electric blue aura, the Goddess seemed impervious to the cold. I, however, immediately began shivering uncontrollably, my teeth chattered, my erection vanished and my balls contracted. The cold cut through my naked body, piercing like a knife into my chest. My heart thumped painfully as Lilith pulled on my leash to drag me behind her hideous mount. I stumbled after her, feeling that my body could no longer stand the abuse. Just as I could bear no more, the material of my belt began to spread and flow over my skin. It coated me with a thin, invisible layer of material that kept out the freezing wind without hiding any of my flesh from the eyes of the goddess. At the same time it caressed me with its smooth, slightly damp tightness, stimulating my cock so that it again began to rise.

The journey to Lilith's slave pens was mercifully short. A few minutes running down a glowing, silvery path almost hidden by wildly swirling snow flakes. I struggled to keep pace with the fast predatory lope of the mnimrast, while the goddess kept a constant, uncomfortable pressure on the lead attached to my collar. Through the gaps in the storm I could vaguely discern the shape of a golden pyramid and beneath it a group of buildings, through the gate of which the goddess pulled me.

We passed underneath a tall arch and through an invisible membrane to find ourselves in what appeared to be a large hall. More than two dozen naked men were strenuously exercising under the watchful eyes of three women. The women wore their hair piled regally on their heads and were dressed in full-length gowns made of an iridescent material that sparkled across the spectrum as the light caught it. The bodices of the gowns clung tightly to their full breasts, clearly showing their thrusting nipples. The skirts seemed almost liquid, parting as they moved to show tantalising glimpses of naked cunts and arses, and coalescing seamlessly into tight, shimmering sheaths when they stood still. In their hands the women carried short crops, which they applied enthusiastically to the slaves whenever they sensed any slackening in their efforts.

Lilith jerked my leash and dragged me close to her. Her boot heel dug into my shoulder, forcing me to my knees. She remained mounted for a brief moment, watching the women and the slaves, her hips flexing so that the rast's huge symbioform slid in and out of her widely distended cunt. Very soon I felt her orgasmic aura wash over me. Immediately all eyes were drawn towards her. The slaves instantly stopped what they were doing and knelt down, facing her with their heads bowed, holding their pricks between the thumbs and first two fingers of each hand – presenting their erections for her inspection. I realised that this was a ritual movement and I followed their example.

The rast knelt down, the Goddess sprang from its back and strode over to the kneeling slaves.

"Where are the rest of them?" She asked.

"Eris is bringing them over from the household now." One of the women replied.

"Good," said Lilith, "as soon as they arrive I'll choose twenty of them for tonight. Make sure that they and the others are fed, then bring them to my dungeon."

She gestured at me, still kneeling behind her. "I've just bought this one, 7833. He's pretty well-endowed. When he's been fed you can have him for tonight. Just make sure he's at the ceremony tomorrow morning."

The women wandered over to me. One of them stood behind me and grabbed my arms, pulling my hands away from my penis, while another stood in front of me and lifted it with the end of her crop. It had been in a semi-erect state, but now it began to unfurl into full hardness, with its tip rapidly approaching my navel.

"Not bad," said the woman in front of me, slapping my cock hard with her crop. "I want to fuck him first!"

"OK," said the third woman, who was standing beside her. "It looks as if there's plenty to go round!"

At that moment there was a blast of cold air, the sound of heels striking the floor, and the clink of chains. Glancing up I saw, coming through an entrance opposite me that I had not previously noticed, a seductive, dark-skinned woman with long black hair, white boots and gloves, and a tight, white cache-sexe. I immediately recognised her as Eris, my earlier tormentrix. In one gloved hand she held a whip and in the other a fine chain, attached to which was a coffle of some thirty slaves, every man linked to another by a short length of chain attached to his collar. They filed into the room after their young slave mistress, their heads bowed.

"Excellent Eris!" The Goddess said as the group appeared, "bring them over here with the others, for my inspection."

Lilith was soon surrounded by kneeling men, each presenting his hard penis to her lust-filled gaze. Eris removed the chains of those she had brought, allowing the Goddess to stalk like a predator around the naked bodies of some 60 men, all with huge erections now straining towards her. She deliberately brushed her naked hips against the shoulder of every man she passed, making him gasp with frustrated lust. Occasionally she bent over to fondle a man's cock and balls in her tightly-gloved hands. Sometimes she stood in front of a man, her legs on either side of his knees, then she grasped his hair and pulled back his head, before grinding her drooling cunt against his face. 

After what seemed like an age of expectant silence, broken only by the sounds of men in sexual torment, she seemed to have reached her decision. Beckoning Eris to her side she pointed at man after man. As each one was indicated, Eris attached his collar to a chain and drew him after her to stand in a line at the side of the group. The Goddess walked slowly along the line, stopping at each man to cup his balls and run her fingers over his erection. Finally she nodded in satisfaction at her choice.

"They'll do. Feed them and bring them to my dungeon!" So say she turned again to her rast, mounting it and impaling herself on its still-erect symbioform in one fluid movement. As she turned to leave she glanced back at Eris. "Oh, and choose one of them to be my sacrifice tomorrow. I need to make room for my new slave - 7833." Waving contemptuously in my direction, the Lilith-mnimrast left the hall through the entrance by which we had arrived.

As soon as the Goddess had left, the men moved over to hatches at one side of the hall from which they each fetched a steaming bowl and a cup. They took their bowls and cups to one side of the hall and squatted or sat cross-legged on the floor. They transferred the contents of the bowls into their mouths with their fingers, occasionally swigging from their cups. The men who hadn't been chosen by Lilith were supervised by the three women. Eris took charge of the chosen ones, a look of intense disgust on her face as she watched her charges eat. When she noticed one man drop some food on his chest, she rounded on him, laid into him with her whip, and screamed at him furiously.

"You filthy, disgusting male scum 6453! Why do I have to watch your swinish feeding behaviour? Lilith will make you pay tomorrow. I choose you as the sacrifice! Lilith'll suck the life out of you through that shrivelled thing between your legs!"

The man collapsed under the onslaught of her whip, begging for mercy while she flayed his back until it was bloody. All the other men continued to eat with bovine concentration, seemingly oblivious to the plight of their companion. At last, with her breasts sweat-slicked and heaving, she threw down her whip and stood over her victim, who lay, moaning and whimpering between her legs.

"I think you need some cream for that back of yours," she said, looking down at the bloody runnels her whip had cut into his flesh.

"No, not that!" He screamed, not daring to look up, as, laughing mercilessly, she peeled the latrix away from her cunt and allowed the pearly drops of her lust juice to drip onto his back. I knew exactly what he was feeling as he writhed in agony after she had delved deep into her pussy, coated her fingers thickly and, kneeling over him, massaged the fluid across his wounds.

"You'll feel worse than that tomorrow morning," Eris laughed. 6453 screamed and twisted beneath her as she sat on him, rubbing her cunt over his shuddering body.

By the time 6453's screams had turned to sobs of frustrated lust, the last man had finished eating and drinking. Eris dragged her victim to his feet and attached his collar to her chain, linking the other 19 in a line behind him. Picking up her whip, she cracked it over their heads and led them out of the exit taken by the Goddess.

The other men stayed where they were, as if awaiting further orders. The three women were talking together, ignoring the men. Then the woman who had said that she wanted to be the first to fuck me glanced in my direction She appeared to notice me for the first time and strode over to me.

"I am Mistress Amnita," she said. "You haven't eaten yet have you 7833?"

"No Mistress Amnita" I replied.

"Good," she said, "well, I've got a little hors d'ouevre for you!" So saying, she gripped my hair with one hand and parted her skirt with the other.

"Get licking boy!" She said, pressing my mouth against her cunt lips. "Let's see if Lilith has got herself a bargain!"

My mouth and lips were still very sore from the abuse they had been given by Eris, Charis and Lilith herself. However, as I felt her plump, naked cunt-lips rub against my face and smelled once more the musk of female arousal, I began to lick and suck with enthusiasm. Almost immediately she rewarded my efforts with a gush of her sex-cream.

"Oh yes!" She cried, pulling me harder into her cunt and slapping at my back with her crop. Smothered by her sopping cunt, in pain from the blows she was giving my back and from her grip on my hair, I nevertheless found my cock rising to full hardness as her lust juices flooded into my mouth. Within a very short time she was crying out and gasping as her vagina contracted around my lips and tongue in the throes of her powerful orgasm.

At last she pushed me away, and I sank back on my haunches. "Yes!" She said when she had regained her composure. "Lilith was right to buy you." She looked appraisingly at my now rigid prick. "And it seems that you've got more to offer."

She hit me on my chest with her crop. "Go and feed now," she said, "then I'll take you to your cell and visit you later!"

I moved over to the feeding station, opened a transparent door that still had a bowl and cup behind it, and took them out. The other men watched me with blank, incurious stares as I took my cup and bowl and went to squat against the wall.

The food was a homogenous lump, brownish and with the consistency of very thick porridge. It was easy to scoop out of the bowl and tasted good, but bland. The liquid in the cup was clear and tasted vaguely of an unidentifiable fruit, but it was thirst-quenching and invigorating.

As soon as I had finished eating, the three women shouted "Up!" at us. When we had risen to our feet, they mustered us into three groups, each taking charge of one. Amnita made sure that I was in her group.

"Cleaning time!" She said, "I love watching this!" Amnita touched the buckle on my belt and that of the other men with me, while the other women did the same to the men in their groups.

Immediately the material of my slick-suit began to expand and crawl slowly over my skin. I felt as if it was removing the top layer of my flesh – the pain was like ripping away a sticking plaster. Involuntarily I cried out, and so did some of the others. The women smirked, and two of them parted their skirts and began to masturbate as they watched us squirming in pain.

Mercifully, I became accustomed to the pain and soon it was no more than a discomfort. I suppose it took about 10 minutes for the slick-suit material to cover me completely, even probing inside my anus, mouth and nostrils. Then, far more quickly, it began to retreat, leaving behind skin that was completely smooth, hairless and covered with a light coating of oil.

"Lovely," said Amnita, roughly wanking my slick and glistening cock. "I can't wait to get it inside me!" She slapped my buttocks with her crop and jabbed it at the others in her group. "Into your cells now!" She ordered. Silently, the men walked away through an opening behind the feeding station.

"You!" Said Mistress Amnita, "come with me".

I followed her as she led me after the retreating figures of my fellow slaves. We went down some stairs and into a long corridor lined with doorways. All of them were open and I could see the rooms beyond. Each was identical – a narrow bed with no covering and a small stool beside it., illuminated by the flickering light of a web screen. Men were already in their rooms. Some were lying on their beds, some were sitting on them, vacantly watching the web screen and idly masturbating as they did so. Some were sitting on their stools, and I realised, from the way these moulded around the men's bottoms and groins, that they were designed to absorb their waste.

"This will be your cell, 7833," Amnita said, pointing to a door near the end of the corridor. "6453 won't be needing it again. Let's just hope that you serve the Goddess better than he did!"

I followed her pointing crop and went into the cell. I felt its entrance membrane brush over me and, once through, I realised that it would not let me back out. I turned and watched Amnita walk off down the corridor. She looked back at me and called over her shoulder, "don't worry, I'll see you again soon 7833!"

I turned back into my cell and sat on the narrow bed. The whole of the wall through which I had come was now apparently occupied by the web screen. I couldn't see the doorway at all and it was as if the wall had gone. In its place was a brightly lit, three-dimensional image of a large room with a group of men being strapped into various pieces of apparatus by a woman whose back was to me. As she turned I recognised that the woman was Eris, that the men were the slaves she had taken out of the hall, and that I was looking at Lilith's dungeon. As her name sounded in my head, I heard the sound of her heels striking the stone floor and she herself came into view. As she did so I smelt her musky perfume and a wave of intense lust washed over me. She appeared to walk right up to me, her eyes boring into mine with piercing intensity as she swept her hands, now covered in skin-tight gold, down over her breasts, her stomach and onto her thighs.

I couldn't help myself. Almost as though she herself was willing it, I began to masturbate furiously and hopelessly as I watched her taking her pleasure with slave after slave. Two, three, four or five at once she took them, while Eris bound and positioned each man at her bidding.

That was not to be the end of my torment that night. Even as I my prick ached unfulfilled at the vision of my Goddess, Mistress Amnita reappeared. For what seemed like hours she forced me to give her orgasm after orgasm while she rode my cock and my mouth. She left me at last and I fell into fitful sleep with my prick still huge and my lust unslaked, while images of Lilith taunted me from the wall of my cell.

Chapter 8

It felt as if I had shut my eyes for only a few minutes when I once more felt the pain of my slick suit crawling over my body, absorbing dead skin, hair, sweat and the remains of the cunt-juice with which Amnita had coated my skin during the night. As it retreated I felt surprisingly awake and refreshed. I sat up, running my hands over my smooth, oiled flesh, glorying in the rippling play of my newly created muscles. The beautiful, moving vision of Lilith still dominated the wall of my cell and her perfume lingered in the air. Then the picture dissolved to reveal the open doorway with the sight of other slaves getting up and moving down the corridor. I sat on my stool and allowed it to mould itself around me as it carried away both my piss and shit. Then I rose and joined my fellow slaves in a wordless walk up the stairs and into the hall where I had been brought last night.

I followed the other men to the serving hatches, taking out a bowl and a cup like them. For once the men appeared to be unsupervised by any women and, for the first time there were whispered conversations among them. I heard one of them muttering and saw some dark looks being thrown in my direction.

"Don't worry about them," a voice said close to my ear. "Frit was their oar-mate in the sexcar team, but I think he was getting weak and the Goddess was going to sacrifice him anyway. You coming along just made it quicker."

I looked over at the man who had been speaking. He seemed to be older than most of the others.

"Yes," he said, as if reading my thoughts, "I'm going to be sacrificed soon anyway. If Frit hadn't annoyed Eris it would probably have been me." He touched my arm gently. "I'm Arf by the way. I'm senior here."

I thought quickly, in none of the preparation Leela had given me had there been any mention of male culture, and certainly not that men ever called themselves names, rather than using the numbers so contemptuously assigned to them by women.

"I'm Jake." I replied, hoping that my real name would pass.

"That's unusual," Arf replied, "but then you're not from round here are you?

"No," I said, remembering Leela's words to her daughter, "I was bought from Sydney three weeks ago."

"Sydney eh. I've never heard of a town called that in this city."

"No, Sydney is a city on the other side of the world."

"Other side of the world!" He shook his head in wonder, "And I've never left this township. The Goddess must have wanted you real bad." He looked me up and down. "Well, I can see a few reasons. Do you pull a good oar too?"

Again I thought quickly. I had been a reasonable oarsman at college. "Yeah," I said.

He shook his head. "You're probably going to have to fight for a place. Our first sexcar is top of the township league and I think we're in with a chance at city level."

We took our bowls and cups and went to sit together by the wall. Arf talked to me as we ate and drank. "It's the Goddess you see. She's changed everything. This village used to quiet. Never won anything. Then along comes Lilith. Sacrifices every week. New slaves from exotic places. Mind, you can see that she's class. No Goddess has touched her in my lifetime, and I'm near fifty. She's so beautiful and cruel it's going to be a pleasure to die for her."

I nodded fervently. "I worship her as well," I said.

He shrugged. "We all do. And soon we'll get the chance to do it again, while she sucks the life out of poor old Frit."

We finished eating and put our cups and bowls back through the hatches. Some of the men moved over to the exercise machines and began to pump the weights, obviously showing off to the others. I was watching them when I felt a blow on my back. Turning quickly and raising my fists in defence I saw the man who had been muttering earlier about Frit.

"What about you, new boy? Can you use those muscles, or are they just for show?"

"I can use them," I said, stepping back and crossing my arms over my chest to show that I did not intend to fight.

"Oh yeah," he said, stepping up to me and pushing me, "well let's see you do it then."

Before he could land another blow, Arf had stepped between us.

"Not now Rad!" He said. "The Goddess will want to see you both fight for a place in the sexcar. She'll be furious if you decide it before she's ready!"

Rad shuffled backwards and I appreciated that Arf had said exactly the right thing.

"Yeah, well," Rad said, looking at me with his head lowered, "I'm not afraid to meet him whenever. The Goddess only has to say the word."




The World Possessed Pt. 03



There was a sudden commotion at the entrance to the hall. A deep bell boomed once and four young girls ran in. They wore nets of emeralds and sapphires in their hair to show their status as nymphs in their last year. They all had slick-silk shirts that covered their torsos and arms, but clung so tightly that they did nothing to conceal their already well-developed breasts. Below their waists they wore micro-skirts that swirled upwards as they moved, showing that their sexes were barely covered by shiny thongs sparkling with emeralds and sapphires. Below these they wore ankle boots with the spike heels that I had come to recognise as one of the ubiquitous symbols of female dominance.

"Come on slugs," called one of them, striking the nearest slave with the short crop that she wielded with an already expert hand, "time to go and give your tribute the Goddess!"

I lined up with the other slaves. Together, the nymphs walked along the line, arm in arm, obviously relishing their power over the hugely muscled men who cowered before them. They stopped when they came to me.

"You're new aren't you?" One of them asked.

"Yes mistress," I replied, keeping my eyes down.

"Nice cock!" She said, slapping it with her crop. "I'm going to make sure I ride it during the ceremony!"

"OK, let's move 'em out!" Shouted one of the girls. 

With that they drove us like cattle, out of the hall and into the sparkling morning air.

We emerged into the village square, with the pyramid temple immediately in front of us. The paving of the square was free of the snow that had fallen overnight; it now lay neatly banked all around. Crowds of men were converging on the temple from the other households around the square, hurried on by scantily-clad, crop-wielding women and nymphs. It was still cold, but the bitter wind had dropped and the paving felt warm beneath my feet as I ran with all the other men towards a row of arches at the base of the pyramid.

I looked up as I approached the temple. The golden walls were covered with erotic bas-reliefs, larger than life size. But these were no chaste, pure marble. All were painted in life-like colours. In one, the goddess was enthroned with her cunt gaping while four men crawled before her, vying to lick the sex-cream that oozed down her latrix-clad legs. In another she was riding two slaves and holding the erect penises of two more that knelt beside her, while neophytes played with her tits. Other reliefs showed women and goddesses writhing together over the hugely erect penises of male slaves, or whipping them while trampling them beneath booted feet . The meaning was clear: here was a temple of lust, dedicated to the sexual worship of the goddess. I had barely had time to glance at the figures before I felt the sharp sting of a crop against my bare bottom.

"Stop gawping, you fool! Get inside!"

So I passed under and arch and entered the goddess's temple for the first time. Inside it was womb-like, dark and warm and blood-red. The floor was soft and yielding beneath my bare feet. The ceiling seemed low, with root-like tendrils hanging from it, waving slightly as if alive. I felt something touch my ankle, I looked down to see that the floor was covered in gently writhing tentacles. The light throbbed red in time with the beating of my heart and with the pulse of an unseen drum.

The drum was soon joined by music, and the tempo increased. Around me I could see men dancing in time to the beat, rhythmically stamping and thrusting as the air filled with the unmistakable odour of powerful female sex-pheromones. I couldn't help myself, I joined the dance, fucking the air as the my body responded with insistent lust to the music and the scent. As we danced, women came to join us, their naked, oiled bodies gleaming in the dim red light. They undulated around us, at least seven men to every woman, rubbing their slick bodies against ours, then dancing away from us, laughing at our frustration. I tried to follow, but found that if I moved, tentacles would catch at my ankles.

Several women, including the nymph who had spoken to me back in the household, impaled themselves on my cock. They rode me, wrapping their legs around my body, frotting themselves to orgasm, while I thrust into them with frustrated lust. Other women beat me with their crops, or masturbated while they rubbed themselves against me. All the time the music went on, its beat rising, the tempo increasing. At last the music stopped. There was quiet and stillness. The men stopped moving, the women stood still, their breasts heaving from the aftermath of their multiple orgasms. Then the music began again. This time it was a more measured beat and all around me men and women turned to face the middle of the temple, while the men began to sing:

"We adore You O Goddess, and worship we must Your cruelty endless, Your almighty lust. You bind us and whip us, Your pleasure – our pain We come at Your bidding again and again. Your beautiful body makes slaves of us all Your glorious cunt holds our pricks in Your thrall. We fall at Your feet, but you pay us no heed Domination and power are all that You need. Our bodies are Yours to do with what You will To spurn and to trample, to use and to kill. We worship You Goddess, all glory is Thine – We are Yours Great Goddess, all Dominant, Divine! O take us Great Goddess, all Dominant, Divine!"

The singing rose to a crescendo at the thirteenth line and all the men threw their hands into the air. Immediately I did so, I felt tendrils from the ceiling catch at my wrists, pulling them so that my arms were stretched wide. At the same time, two tentacles on the floor fastened themselves to my ankles, drawing my legs apart, while a third tentacle rose between my legs. It grew rapidly, swelling at the tip and circling as if groping for my body. It touched my scrotum and instantly began to flatten and expand, soon enveloping my prick and my balls in a continuous sheet of fleshy material. Meanwhile another part of the tentacle probed between my arse cheeks and penetrated my anus, wriggling inside until it pressed against my prostate gland. As I looked down in horror at the thing between my legs, I struggled fruitlessly against the restraints at my wrists and ankles.

There was a sudden, blinding light and I looked up. On a raised platform at the centre of the temple was a circle of the village's 12 household goddesses. Each was crowned with a glittering golden diadem, decorated with a single spike on which sparkled a diamond. Each goddess wore her arm-length gloves, and crotch-high, spike-heeled boots, but all of them also wore heavy gold bracelets and massive gold necklaces and chokers. Every goddess was standing above a bound slave, each one with a hugely engorged prick.

The music swelled and into the centre of the stage rose a platform on which stood Lilith. She wore a double-spiked diadem and dripped with gold. In addition to the shiny, black latrix that clung tightly to her arms and legs, she also wore a dramatic, floor length cloak that swirled about her. Its collar was high and upturned, framing her heart-stoppingly beautiful face and the flame of her hair, which was piled, regally, on top of her head. At her feet was the slave Frit and kneeling before her was her neophyte, Eris.

Lilith threw her arms wide and Eris rose to take the cloak from her shoulders. Placing the cloak on the dais, she knelt beside Frit and held his penis upright, so that it stood vertically, massive and throbbing, pointing at Lilith's cunt.

"Now worship the goddess!" 

Lilith's voice seemed to speak to me and to me alone. I felt as if her eyes were searing into mine as she sank down and impaled herself on Frit's penis, sliding its slippery length into the oiled depths of her luscious cunt. All the goddesses simultaneously began to fuck their slaves. Soon they were crying out in ecstasy as the men's cum spurted endlessly into their hungry pussies.

Meanwhile the covering over my penis and balls came alive. It felt as if a hundred tiny fingers were tickling my scrotum, while my penis was being sucked and pumped by an expert fellatrix. With the erotic sight of the goddesses in front of me, the smell of pure sex in the air, the sensations in my genitals and the sound of the women all around masturbating furiously, this was incomparably the most erotic experience of my life and I knew that I had to come soon or my heart would burst.

Lilith was riding Frit furiously, as Eris frantically licked at her clitoris, while pressing her own cunt hard against Frit's mouth and playing with the goddess's rock-hard nipples. I could see Frit's body writhing beneath her, jerking and thrusting against his bonds, every muscle in spasm, every sinew stretched to breaking point, while the jism boiled out around the sucking mouth of Lilith's obscenely gaping cunt. I knew that no human body could stand for long what Frit was going through. Sure enough, I saw Lilith throw up her hands in triumph as she sucked out the last of Frit's life. She rose to her feet, the spunk pouring down her legs, to be lapped by Eris's hungry lips.

"I give you all permission to come!" She cried.

With a gasp all the slaves began to orgasm. The sucking tentacles pulled the spunk from us, sweeping it away in gobbets and streams to feed the hungry goddesses, who threw back their heads in ecstasy as the power of our collective orgasms swept over them, giving them with the dark energy they craved. At last it was done. The stage went black and we hung limply in our bonds, exhausted by the power of our orgasms. The temple was silent save for the sobs and gasps of slaves. Then the light grew and the tendrils and tentacles released us.

"Right slaves!" The imperious voices of women brought us back to our senses. "Worship's over for today. Get to work now!"

Buttocks were lashed with stinging crops as we were all driven out of the temple. All that is, except for me. I heard the cruel voice of Leela calling me.

"7833, you're to follow me!"



The World Possessed Pt. 04



Chapter 9

Leela was dressed again in the silver net that she had worn yesterday. Her firm breasts were throbbing with her controlled orgasms, while power palpably emanated from her. She attached a leash to my collar and dragged me towards the dais, now empty of all except the grey, skeletal husk of the man who had been called Frit. Leela led me through a hidden door at the base of the dais and we descended to a room supported by a tall central pillar. She touched this, and it opened to reveal a hidden cavity that was full of gently writhing, pulsing, blood-red tentacles, each of which led to a large, phallus-shaped spunksel. 

"A good spunking I see," she said, detaching the tentacle from one, taking it out and looking at it. Through the opalescent sides of the spunksel I could see that it contained about half a litre of swirling, viscous, white liquid. Dropping my leash, Leela pushed aside the tight netting that covered her cunt and inserted the tip of the phallus between her swollen labia. It stretched her so wide that her clitoris was forced out of its hood.

"Lick me, slave!" She cried.

I immediately fell to my knees and pushed my face between her legs. Grasping the back of my head with one hand, she thrust my mouth against her engorged clitoris, while pushing the spunksel into her cunt with her other hand. I lapped hard as she fucked herself on the fake penis, while my own, all too real cock, hopelessly became harder and harder. The swollen base of the spunksel pressed against my chin; it felt warm, soft and slightly damp, just like the skin of a real scrotum. Mercifully, my torment was soon over, as a powerful orgasm shook her, while I felt the spunksel contract as it emptied itself into her gaping cunt.

The sensation of a powerful electric shock passing through my body, and I was thrown backwards. I lay stunned, looking up at goddess Leela, towering above me, her entire body crackling with the energy she had absorbed from the now empty spunksel. She replaced it and took out another, which she placed into the bag attached to her belt. Then she re-sealed the cavity so that the pillar once more looked featureless.

"Time to test the gate!" She said, once more attaching my lead and pulling me after her down a long, winding tunnel, arriving eventually in her laboratory.

Once inside, Leela attached my leash to her belt, while she pressed it to make containers materialise from the floor. From them she quickly gathered a number of items which she put into her bag. I took little notice of what she was doing, my attention was riveted by her gate mechanism, which shimmered in its strange organic complexity in the middle of the floor. Leela kneeled to make some adjustments to the gate mechanism. Then she stood and faced me while her fingers traced a complex pattern over the studs on her belt. The whirling vortex appeared in front of us and for the first time in weeks I felt again the strange sensation as we passed through the time gate.

We arrived in a dark room that seemed somehow familiar. The smell was what struck me first. Plastics and oil seemed to be its main constituents and I gagged at the nauseating odour.

"Disgusting isn't it?" Said Leela, noticing my discomfiture. "This is what you men made of the world. How much better it is that you all became slaves!"

As she said this, I realised where I was. This was the laboratory I had left one night in another life, where I had worked before my enslavement. I looked around and saw that the light was on in my office, and with a sense of shock I saw my previous self, gazing into my computer screen.

"He can't see us," said Leela. "Our timelines do not intersect. But we can only travel to a time and place where you, as the gate, exist in your world. Just as we can only travel to my laboratory, where my gate exists in my world."

I saw my other self get up, pick up my coat and bag, and leave the office. I looked so weary, bowed and weak. It was strange to think what would soon happen to that other me.

"First things first," said Leela, after my previous self had left. "We must destroy your laboratory so that all trace of your gate will disappear."

"An electrical fire should do it," Leela said, "your equipment is so primitive that it will be easily destroyed."

She pointed her finger at an electric socket, and a line of blue fire arced from the tip of her crimson nail. Where it touched the socket there was a flash, and smoke began to pour from the fitting. Simultaneously every piece of electrical equipment in the room burst into flame. The laboratory very quickly turned into a raging inferno.

"Time to leave", she said. Her fingers danced once more over her belt and again we plunged into the vortex.

This time I immediately recognised the room in which we materialised. It was the bedroom of my flat. The bed was rumpled and the clock showed 3 o'clock in the morning. I realised that it was the night in which I had been taken to serve the goddess. Sure enough, I glanced towards the window and saw the imperious figure of another Leela, silhouetted against the light of the street lamps, while at her feet crouched the former me. In a flash they were gone, leaving their current avatars alone.

"I need to explore this world of yours," said Leela, "how do I access the Goddess-Web?"

I took her into my living room and showed her how to get Internet access on my laptop. Sighing at the primitive male technology, the goddess scanned through Web pages at an incredible speed. While she was doing this she ordered me to kneel under the table and to lick her cunt.

After about four hours my telephone rang.

"Shall I answer that Mistress?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "It is likely to be your place of work. The fire at your laboratory has been reported widely on your news media."

It was indeed the University to tell me that a disastrous fire had destroyed my laboratory and much of the building it was in before being brought under control. I feigned shock. I was told that, in view of the total destruction of my work, it was likely that my research fellowship would be suspended indefinitely.

After I had finished my telephone conversation I once more knelt beside my Mistress, who continued to scan Web pages at an incredible rate. Barely glancing at me, she ordered me to resume pleasuring her.

At last she rose, pushing me out of the way.

"I see what we must do, " she said, speaking more to herself than to me, "we need a great deal of money. We also need a place that is larger and more isolated than this. We can then begin to gather all those millions of men whose absence will not be missed."

As she spoke, she was walking around my living room, examining the furniture and fittings with undisguised contempt. She stopped by my sideboard and picked up a framed photograph that was on it.

"Who is this?" She asked. "Is she your Mistress in this world?"

The photograph showed a young woman dressed in a wet suit, her long, dark hair dripping with sea water. Behind her sparkled the blue Aegean sea and in her hand she held an ancient Greek amphora, encrusted with barnacles and coral.

"That is Thea Lucas, Mistress," I replied, "she's my, um, business partner"

In truth Thea and I had been lovers when that photograph was taken, six years earlier. Thea was four years younger than me. We had met when I was first a postdoctoral research fellow. Thea had been recommended to come and see me by a mutual friend. She was in the first year of her PhD research, studying marine archaeology in the eastern Mediterranean. She believed that she had discovered a new submerged Minoan site and she wanted help to conduct an instrument survey. The friend had told her that I was brilliant at making very sensitive scanning instruments from odds and ends, so she had come to enlist my help.

That was the beginning of a fantastic summer. We went to Greece together and I built the instrument she needed: a hand-held, waterproof, magnetic-anomaly detector. We dived together, explored the site she had found, and we became lovers. I suppose that we were drawn together by the fact that we were both orphans. My Father had died when I was young and my Mother soon after I went to university. Thea had lost both her parents in a car accident when she was eighteen. However, that similarity apart, our circumstances were very different. Thea was beautiful, extremely wealthy and very highly sexed. Thea had the confidence and assurance that come with inherited money. Her family had been Merchant Bankers for many generations. They knew how to invest money and how to make it grow. Thea had inherited that ability, as well as the money on which to use it. She had also inherited her love of archaeology, as well as an astonishing collection of ancient artefacts, from her great, great, great grandfather, Sir Arthur Lucas -- the famous Victorian excavator. 

At the end of the summer, Thea suggested that I patent the instrument I had designed and made for her and that we jointly start a company to put it into production. She put up most of the money and I contributed as much as I could. Our joint business, T&J Instruments, soon became well known in its own niche market and, since that first summer, I had designed half-a-dozen other instruments that the company made and sold worldwide. It was now a thriving small business, with a couple of dozen employees and a well-filled order book. Thea was chairman and I was technical director. I visited the company at least once a month and was in weekly contact with the technical manager. On a day-to-day basis the company was run by one of Thea's tame financiers, and recently I had come to suspect that T&J Instruments was being used by Thea as a cover for some of her other activities.

Towards the end of that summer we spent together, Thea had changed. It happened suddenly about a week before we were both due to return to England. One morning, I was feeling hung-over and didn't feel that it would be a good idea to dive, Thea, however, decided that she had to visit her research site, alone if necessary. The previous day we had explored a new part of the site and Thea was anxious to examine the structure we had discovered more closely. I begged her not to, pointing out the dangers of solo diving, but she was not to be dissuaded. So I came with her on our hired diving tender and watched as she slid under the water. She returned in about 40 minutes, looking exhausted, with her wetsuit torn. She wouldn't speak to me about what she had found, although I could see that there was a heavy object in her collecting bag. She deliberately hid her bag from me and made no mention of it.

After that day Thea became cold and distant. Strangely, however, she also became even more demanding in her sexual appetite. She insisted that we make love several times each day -- on the beach, in the sea and even in hotel restrooms. Even so, my attentions alone were clearly not enough to satisfy her. On the remaining nights of our stay, after we had made violent love in my room, she would get up and leave me. An hour or so later I would hear her return to her own room, which adjoined mine, clearly accompanied by a man. A few moments later I would hear the sounds of noisy sex through the wall. Sometimes I would see the men at breakfast the next morning, but never the same man twice.

When we returned to England, Thea and I remained friends and later became colleagues in the running of T&J instruments. We stopped having regular sex together, but would generally have a passionate fuck whenever we met. She never completed her PhD, being too busy developing and running her own business empire, of which T&J instruments was a very small part. And, with my work at CERN, our meetings became less frequent. Thea was beautiful and highly promiscuous, and it was clear that sex with me alone would never be enough to satisfy her. Indeed, I heard stories about how she worked as a lap-dancer just so that she could pick up more men. Recently there had been darker rumours about orgies at her country house on the south coast, as well as whispers about the treatment some of her employees received at her hands.

Leela was staring intently at Thea's photograph. "Yes!" She said, "I think she may be the key that will unlock this world!" She turned to me. "You will get her to come here." She ordered.

I was about to protest that this was an impossible task, I was not sure that Thea was even in the country, when the telephone rang again.

I answered and heard a familiar and beautiful voice on the other end.

"Darling, it's me, Thea. I've just heard on the news about your laboratory. Are you alright? You must be devastated. I'm going to come over right away, just stay where you are." Before I could say another word she had put the telephone down.

I looked at Mistress Leela. "She's coming over immediately," I said.

Leela clapped her hands. "Excellent!" She said, "Come, we must fetch Lilith."

Once more we stepped into the vortex, arriving again in Leela's laboratory in front of her gently shimmering time gate. 

Almost immediately I heard the now familiar roar of the mnimrast, shortly followed by the hideous creature itself. Its jaws and steak-knife teeth were flecked with foam and blood, while it chomped and crunched on what looked like a human skull.

I had fallen to my knees as the Goddess entered and I raised my eyes fearfully to meet her hard, fierce stare. The sexual urge ripped through me and my prick engorged rapidly as she held me in the cold flame of her eyes.

She saw me looking at the rast's champing jaws. "Yes 7833," she said in response to my unspoken thoughts, "the slave has fed me with his energy and now his body is feeding my rast. I consume all my slaves, both soul and body, and they give themselves to me gladly!"

The monster swallowed the last grisly morsel of its meal and Lilith dismounted.

Her beauty was blinding and her skin seemed to shine with a golden radiance. It was obvious that the energy she had absorbed during the ceremony had given her immense power. Waves of sexual heat poured from her, making me breathless with lust. 

Leela embraced her daughter and shuddered in orgasmic ecstasy at the mere touch of her lips. 

"Truly, you are a Great Goddess daughter. And I now know how to give you as much power as you wish. Come with us to this slave's world and I will show you how to gather the lives of millions of men."

"First, you will need this." From her bag, Leela withdrew what looked like a large ruby on a wide, gold choker.

She handed the choker to Lilith. "It's lovely Mother," said the Goddess, "what is it?"

"This is a device that I have programmed to allow you to understand, and to be understood by, those who live in the slave's world." So saying, she fastened the choker around her daughter's throat, where the ruby glowed like a menacing third eye.

All three of us now stood before the time gate as Leela's fingers flew over her belt. We plunged into the spinning vortex and once more emerged in my flat. This time it was daylight, but again the figures of myself and Leela were before us. "Come, we must fetch Lilith." I heard her say again -- then they were gone.

Leela explained to the Goddess what we had seen and the limitations of the time gate's function. She showed her daughter the picture of Thea and told her that she would be arriving shortly. The Goddess looked at the picture.

"Do you think she is potentially a Silver, Mother?"

"Yes Lilith, I do."

"Good, then I will make her my brood sister."

"If you do so, then she will become our instrument for the subjugation of both this world and our own!"

"But first we must test her. Slave, can she enter this place without your help?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied, "Thea has key to this flat and can let herself in."

"Good. Then we will prepare you and see what she does when she finds you. The Goddess and I will make ourselves invisible until we wish to be revealed."

From her bag, Leela drew a squat, silvery cylinder about 15 centimetres long and about 5 centimetres wide. She manipulated some studs on one end of it and placed it on the floor. Immediately it began to grow, until it had nearly reached the ceiling. Then it extended sideways for about 1 ½ metres before reaching downwards to the floor. It now formed what looked like a tall, wide frame made of thin, steel rods.

Leela made me stand inside this frame. She pulled my wrists upwards as far as they could go and pressed my wristbands against the upright frames, where they fastened themselves. Then she pressed my anklebands against the bottom of the uprights, where again they fastened themselves. I struggled briefly, but I knew it was hopeless. I was immovably fixed, naked, massively erect, and spread-eagled to a frame that faced the front door of my flat.

Next, Leela took a small bottle from her bag and from it she tipped an oily fluid over my shoulders. Using her hands, she massaged this into my entire body, so that I gleamed with oily slipperiness from head to toe. As the oil warmed, it released a musky, sexual odour that made my prick rise still further.

The next object she took from her bag was a strip of black material, which she placed over my mouth. 

As soon as it touched my skin it formed a perfect seal, effectively silencing me. "We don't want you blurting out the truth before she's ready for it, do we 7833?" Leela said.

Finally, from her bag she drew a small black cylinder, which she quickly extended so that it became a thin, tapering crop. This she placed on a coffee table next to the frame where I was bound.

Leela stood next to the Goddess and admired her handiwork.

"If she is truly a Silver she will not be able to resist a man in this condition," she said. "She will have to tease him, fuck him and beat him; even if her relationship with him is not that of Mistress and slave."

Leela touched her belt and a shimmering in the air concealed both her and the Goddess from my sight.

Chapter 10

For about half an hour I struggled to break free from the apparently flimsy frame. Despite, or perhaps because of my efforts, my erection grew rather than subsided. Eventually, just as I gave up and hung sweating in my bonds, there was a ring at the doorbell.

After a brief pause, and another ring at the bell, the door opened. Thea entered. She looked even more lovely than when I had last seen her about six months previously. She was wearing a charcoal grey business suit. Her long, black hair was held back in a severe chignon. The jacket of her suit was buttoned, with the swell of her generous breasts pressed tight against the material. Her skirt was pencil-thin and calf-length, but split at the side to show her glossy, black stockings. On her feet she wore black crocodile-skin shoes with pointed toes and a three-inch stiletto heel. She was obviously on her way to work, as she was carrying a slim, black, leather briefcase.

She saw me and did a double-take.

"Jake, is that you?" She said. "What's happened to you?" I saw her eyes widen as she took in my enhanced body and the size of my cock.

I struggled in vain to speak. "No need to try to explain," she said, seeing my predicament. Then, unexpectedly, she laughed. "Especially as I see that you can't!" she continued, looking at my bonds and my gag. Then she walked towards me, lithe and graceful as always. As she approached I saw, with a thrill of horror, the same predatory look flash into her dark eyes that I had seen in the eyes of Eris and Charis.

"You look fantastic!" She breathed, "those muscles and that cock!" She came closer and ran her scarlet-tipped fingers over my body.

"Mmm... good enough to eat!" She said, drawing the length of my oily cock through her fingers.

"I never knew you were into BDSM," she continued, "if only you'd told me, I would have added you to my stable of slaves a long time ago. Especially if I'd known that you'd be ready to build your body and make your cock bigger for me!"




The World Possessed Pt. 04



She glanced up and saw me looking at her questioningly. "Of course, you didn't know, did you? And I didn't bother to tell you, I thought it might spoil our relationship. But yes, my sex life revolves around the domination of men. I love sex, as you know. I just can't seem to get enough of it. But it only works if I'm in charge, if I dictate the agenda."

She looked around and saw the cane on the table. She picked it up and swished it through the air. "Hey, this is nice," she said, "really whippy, with a good balance. D'you think your Mistress will mind if I use it on you? You obviously have a Mistress," she said, running her fingers over the brand that Lilith had seared into my chest, "that's a really nice brand you have, it must have hurt a lot. You are obviously a very dedicated slave. So where is your Mistress? Is she about, or did she go away and leave you here deliberately?" To answer her own question, Thea explored all the rooms in the flat.

"So, you're alone..." She said, "In which case, perhaps she left you in that state as a present for me. How generous! I'm sure your Mistress won't mind if I have some fun with you. It looks as if there's plenty to go round, now that you're such a hunk." 

"D'you know, seeing you like this makes me feel really randy!" So saying, she put down her briefcase and began to unbutton her jacket. Taking it off, she laid it carefully over the back of the settee. She saw my eyes widen as I took in the fact that underneath she was wearing a black leather corset that tightly cinched her, already narrow waist, to hour-glass thinness and supported her breasts without concealing her jutting nipples, which puckered to hardness as I watched. Then she peeled down her skirt and placed it on top of her jacket. Below her waist she wore a tiny black leather thong that barely concealed her pussy. On her long, firm legs she wore black, stockings with a glassy sheen, clipped to four long suspenders that snaked down from the bottom of her corset. In her stiletto heels she was as tall as me.

"You obviously like the way I'm dressed," she said, noticing my twitching cock as she ran her hands over her corset.

"I love dressing like this, the constriction seems to make my pussy even more sensitive," she pushed her fingers under the leather of her thong as she spoke, and gasped as they sank into her wetness. 

"And it gets my slaves hot too, of course," she added as my penis throbbed at the sight of her.

"O god how I love to tease a helpless man." Coming right up to me she rubbed her body over mine. I could feel her hard nipples caressing my chest like fingers, while she trapped my cock between her legs. 

Grasping my head in her hands, she dug her fingers, painfully into my scalp. "Of course, you know better than to come without permission, don't you?"

I nodded. Of course I couldn't tell her that I was unable to come unless Leela or Lilith allowed me to.

"Good! In that case..." She began to rub her leather-clad cunt up and down the length of my cock, pressing herself tightly against me. Very soon she was breathing heavily. She reached up and grasped her own nipples, pinching them hard between her thumbs and forefingers. "o god, o god, o god..." She panted, as a powerful orgasm shook her.

She clung to me for a moment and then moved away. Pulling up a chair, she set it in front of me and sat down with her legs wide apart, her hands delving under her thong, stroking her pussy beneath the leather as she spoke to me.

"Amazing!" She said, "usually I don't come that quickly. You obviously have something special -- and I think it's about a eighteen inches long!" She laughed. "Funny thing is, I just feel ready for more. "

I thrust forward with all my weight and strength, desperate to take her, hoping that the flimsy frame to which I was bound would break. It was hopeless, the frame was immovable and my shackles unbreakable.

Thea noticed my actions. "This is amazing equipment!" She said, getting up and inspecting the frame and my bonds carefully. "I must ask your Mistress where she gets it." She moved slowly around me, teasing me with her body, allowing her flesh to brush lightly against me. Still touching me she stooped to pick up the cane. Stepping back slightly from me, she ran it over my bound wrists, down the length of my arms and around my body, as if judging what effect it might have on me.

"I wonder how you respond to pain?" She said, musingly, as she stood directly in front of me, staring into my eyes with her left hand on my shoulder, while her right held the cane at her side. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she brought the cane cutting through the air to land with an agonising blow at the top of my thigh. My eyes screamed pain into hers, but I knew it was mixed with lust and the urge for her to continue her abuse. Leela had trained me well.

Thea saw it too. "Pain and pleasure," she hissed, "so closely related, aren't they? Strange that your pain gives me pleasure..." She pressed the handle of the cane against her leather-clad cunt as she spoke. "Yet the pain that I inflict will also give you pleasure. I wonder, is it because you want to please me? Are already beginning to worship me? All my slaves do, you know." So saying, she moved behind me. I heard the click of her heels against the wooden floor, then the 'swish' as the cane cut the air. The searing pain fell across my buttocks and I cried silently against my gag, my eyes filling with tears.

"Yes!" Thea cried triumphantly. Immediately there was a second 'swish' and a second line of fire scored across my backside, crossing the first. The pain was almost unbearable as a third, fourth and fifth fell in quick succession near to or even along the line of the first and second. At the sixth, a strange transformation began in the agonising pain. My buttocks felt as if they were on fire, but the heat began to transform itself into an ecstasy that communicated directly with my genitals. My prick began to throb and engorge even longer and harder. 

It seemed that Thea too was beginning to warm to her work. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted as her blows rained down on me. At the fourteenth and fifteen she cried out: "o god, o god, o god" and gave a scream of rapture. I heard the cane drop to the floor as I sagged against my bonds, my head bowed on my chest, breathless from the ecstatic agony. I heard again the click of her heels, then she grabbed my hair and pulled back my head. "Look at me!" She shouted.

I focused through my tears. She was breathing heavily, her eyes wild and filled with lust. "I need it now," she panted. Jerking down her thong and kicking it away in one savage motion, she flung herself at me. With her hands on my shoulders, she levered her athletic body up until her cunt was poised above my throbbing glans. Then she let herself drop down, impaling her dripping vagina on the head of my cock, before slowly allowing its entire length to slide inside her. Wildly she pulled herself up, dropped down, up again and down, up and down, until at last she threw back her head and screamed her ecstasy to the roof. Her hands beat my shoulders, her nails clawed my back and I felt her vagina clutch and contract around me at the power of her orgasm.

She slumped down, resting her whole weight on my cock, which remained as hard as an iron bar. After what seemed like an age, she stirred, levered herself up and got off me.

"Congratulations Jake," she said, now standing in front of me with her sweat-slicked breasts rising and falling in the aftermath of her exertions. "I don't think any slave I've ever had has withstood me for so long without coming."

She turned sideways and put her leg on the chair, smoothing and straightening the stocking that had become rumpled when she fucked me. "Although, your failure to come could be seen as a challenge, couldn't it?" She straightened the other stocking. "Are you challenging me Jake?" she looked at me piercingly as I shook my head. "That's good," she said, "slaves who challenge me are punished severely. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

She looked at me sweating and straining, my cock enormously engorged and throbbing, the glans purple and the whole length of it dripping with her cum-juice. "However," she said, "You're in such a state that I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. In fact, I think I'll test you to see just how much you can stand."

She bent down and picked up her briefcase. Sitting down in the chair facing me, she opened it and took out a cylindrical object about 15 centimetres long and 5 centimetres thick

"Do you recognise this?" She said, holding it up for me to see it better. It was phallus-shaped and seemed to be made of black, glassy obsidian. I could see that it was incised with swirling lines and patterns. "Oh no, of course, I never showed it to you, so you couldn't know that this is what I found on that day when I dived alone."

She put her briefcase down on the floor and sat on the chair, holding the object in front of her. "Funnily enough, it was your little gizmo that led me to this. It gave the most incredibly intense magnetic anomaly signal that I've ever seen. I found it buried in the sand, about 30 centimetres below the surface. It was inside a stone box covered with Minoan carvings. However, as far as I can discover, it definitely wasn't made by the Minoans. I think it's probably Mesolithic, at least 15,000 years old, dating to the end of the last glaciation. But, as soon as I saw it, I knew that I was meant to find it. "

I looked more closely at the object she held. Was it my imagination, or did it, in fact radiate some sort of dark energy? The swirling patterns seemed to slide and change before my eyes. I got the same feeling from the object that I had when Lilith linked her mind with mine. I felt again an immense, alien cruelty and a vast hunger for power.

"Immediately I found it, I knew what I had to do," Thea continued. "Without thinking, I ripped open the crotch of my wetsuit, pushed my bikini bottom aside and jammed it into my cunt. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before: I orgasmed immediately. The sensation was so incredibly powerful that I lost my mouthpiece. I nearly drowned, but I knew that my life had changed for ever."

She spread her legs as widely as they could go, exposing her sopping cunt to my eyes. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat Brazilian, her labia were engorged and enflamed and I could see her clitoris poking out from its hood. I groaned into my gag and let my head fall.

"Look at me!" Thea ordered. "You have to watch me! This phallus gives me power over men. When it's in my cunt no man can resist me, I can turn anyone into my slave."

She swirled the phallus around in her mouth and I saw her body shudder as she did so. Then she slowly stroked it down, over her throat and between her breasts, touching it to each nipple and shuddering again at the contact. Down the flat, muscled plane of her stomach and on to her mound. She paused, resting it in the line of dark hairs just above her vulva, she looked up at me, ensuring that I was watching her. Then, with an almost convulsive movement, she jammed it into her cunt. 

It was as if she had been electrified, she arched her body off the seat of the chair and screamed in ecstasy. At the same time I felt a wave of lust wash over me and I knew that, despite the control device that the goddess had fitted to me, I would begin to orgasm at any minute.

Leela and Lilith had obviously sensed that a crisis was near; they appeared suddenly, one on each side of Thea's shuddering body.

Chapter 11

Leela immediately bent down, and with powerful fingers pulled the phallus out of Thea's cunt and took it from her. My urge to orgasm subsided at once.

Thea blinked, her body relaxed and she looked up at the two stunning women towering above her.

"You must be Jake's Mistresses," she said, "I didn't hear you come in." She looked at Leela, who was carefully considering the phallus, which she held gingerly between the first two fingers and thumb of her right hand. "That's mine!" Said Thea.

"Incredible," said Leela, "it appears to be a device for storing and concentrating dark energy!" She looked down at Thea. "You are obviously a powerful Mnimcast. It's lucky that you are, or this would have destroyed you a long time ago!"

Leela looked at he daughter. "She is more than ready for you to turn into your brood sister. She will be very powerful."

"Yes," the Goddess replied, "I sensed that too." She turned her gaze onto Thea. "Look at me," she said.

Thea looked up and I saw the instant connection between them. It was as if a spark had jumped between their eyes.

"I know you!" Thea cried, "I've seen you when I use the phallus!"

"I know you too!" Lilith replied. "Somehow I know that I've seen you before. You are destined to be my brood sister!"

Thea stood up and faced the Goddess. "You are so beautiful and powerful," she said, her face a mask of lust as she gazed into Lilith's deep blue eyes.

Lilith inclined her head, graciously accepting the tribute. "I am a Goddess," she said. "That means that I must be worshipped. So why don't you strip off your clothes and get down on your knees and worship me?"

I was astonished to see that Thea obeyed her instantly. She unfastened her stockings, rolled them down her legs and tossed them aside, then she undid the hooks that cinched her corset so tightly around her narrow waist, peeled it away and dropped it on the ground. Now naked, she knelt before Lilith and gazed up at her cunt with a look of adoration. 

"I can sense your strength," she said, "I've seen you in my dreams. I've sensed you when I use my phallus. I want to be like you."

"You will be," said the Goddess, "just worship me and you will become a goddess too."

Thea shuffled forward and touched Lilith's labia with her tongue. She licked and swallowed the juices that coated them. Almost immediately her whole body shuddered in orgasm.

Thea rocked back on her heels, panting. "Amazing," she said, gazing with adoration into the Goddess's eyes, "I'd never have believed I could orgasm so easily!"

"That's just the beginning," Lilith replied, looking fondly down at her, "your orgasms must reach to heights you've never dreamed if you wish to become a goddess. So... continue your worship."

Eagerly Thea grasped Lilith's thighs and buried he face in her cunt, licking and sucking, sucking and licking as if her life depended on it. I knew the agony and the ecstasy she was feeling -- drinking at the goddess's fount of endless lust. But in Thea's case, the release of orgasm was not denied her. Indeed her shuddering and moaning became continuous as she strove to pull herself yet more closely into the source of her pleasure.

At last, Lilith too began to orgasm and the bodies of the Goddess and her worshipper began to vibrate in time to the same frenzied, sexual beat. At last, Lilith prized her perfect thighs away from Thea's convulsively grasping hands. Despite the lack of direct contact both she and Thea continued to orgasm in unison. Ignoring her continuing orgasms, Lilith reached into her belt pouch and drew out a wicked little knife with a glassy, obsidian blade. Orgasms continued to shake her as she drew the blade upwards from just above her labia, towards her navel. A line of oozing, red blood followed the passage of the blade, running down in drops to mingle with the juice that seeped from her gaping cunt.

Stooping, she grasped the still orgasming Thea by her shoulders and pushed her backwards to the floor. Thea lay back and extended her legs between those of Lilith, who now knelt over her shuddering body. Taking the same knife, the Goddess made an incision in Thea's stomach identical to her own. Then, stretching her thighs apart, she rubbed her cunt along the line of Thea's cut, deliberately pressing into it a mixture of her blood and cum-juice. Next, she thrust both hands deep into Thea's cunt, coating her fingers liberally with Thea's lust-cream, which she rubbed into her own incision. Finally, she threw herself on top of her worshipper, pressing her body hard down, squeezing her own cut against that of Thea so that their blood and juices mingled.

For many minutes their bodies remained locked together, although Thea was jerking and spasming with a force which I knew would have thrown anyone of normal strength. At last, Theas's struggles subsided to a slight shuddering and her body eventually stiffened into a rigid stillness.

Lilith rose and stood over her. Thea looked as if she were dead, her expression was locked in a rictus that could have been extreme pain, or extreme pleasure. Her skin was pallid and lifeless.

"Do you think I've killed her?" Lilith asked her Mother without emotion.

"I don't know," Leela replied, "I have never seen an attempt to transform a woman who has not been tested and fully prepared. However," she said, looking at Thea's phallus which she still held, "I think it's likely that the transformation will be successful, in view of her innate power."

Leela replaced the phallus in Theas's briefcase and the two goddesses stood looking down dispassionately at Thea's apparently lifeless body. I was horrified, it certainly seemed as if Lilith had killed Thea; I couldn't see her breathing, her chest was motionless and blood had ceased to drip from her wounded abdomen.

For what seemed like an age there was no sound and no movement in the room, all I could hear was the thud of my own heart. Then, without warning, Thea stirred slightly. Colour started to return to her skin; like a flame creeping over her skin, the lifeless pallor was replaced by the beautiful, refulgent gold of a goddess. Simultaneously, the cut Lilith had made healed itself and the skin of her muscled stomach became smooth and flawless. Then, suddenly, she moaned and arched her back, pushing her hips up as if to meet the thrust of a phantom lover.

"Quckly," Leela said, "give her the slave, she will need to feed urgently."

Lilith hurriedly unfastened my wrists and ankles from the frame. I almost collapsed as I was freed after my long immobilisation, but my enhanced body made sure that I did not, as the Goddess made me kneel between Thea's legs.

"Fuck her, slave!" Lilith ordered.

I needed no second bidding, it was what I had been longing to do. I grabbed Thea's flailing legs as Lilith stood over her body and positioned my cock so that I could thrust it deep between her bucking thighs. Thea screamed and I felt her cunt pulsate wildly around my pistoning dick. Lilith meanwhile had knelt down and positioned herself over Thea's face so that her lust maddened tongue could once more lap at the Goddess's sex cream.

"I give you permission to cum." As Lilith spoke the words of release I felt the hot jism fountaining out of my cock and pouring into the bottomless pit of Thea's lust-hole.

As she absorbed the spunk, Thea appeared to come to her senses. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed, "give me more, I'll drain your balls dry, I need it, I must have it!" So saying she reached up and dug her fingers into my buttocks, pulling me towards her so that my cock was buried as deep into her vagina as it would go.

Lilith understood her brood-sister's need and stood up, allowing Thea to use her new superhuman strength to flip me onto my back so that she could grind herself yet harder down onto me. She looked up at the Goddess with eyes that shone with lust and flamed with her newly wakened power.

"Now I understand!" She cried, "now I truly feel what I've been looking for all these years -- the real meaning of domination -- I can feel his energy flooding into me!"

As Thea drained my aching balls, I began to slip out of consciousness. Before all went black I saw Leela hand Thea the full spunksel, which she immediately put to her lips and began to drain.




The World Possessed Pt. 04



When I regained my senses I was still lying on my back on the floor, the discarded spunksel beside my head, empty and flaccid, with a dribble of spunk still glistening at its tip. I heard voices and looked up. The three goddesses were standing in front of a full-length mirror, looking at themselves, Thea stood between Lilith and Leela whose arms were twined about her body, lasciviously stroking her shining new skin. They seemed to embody not the three classical graces, but something deeper, more primal and more powerful; the three graces of desire, lust and domination.

It seemed that Leela and Lilith had nearly finished explaining to Thea what her new state meant.

"You will no longer be able to eat -- any food you will regurgitate -- but you will have to drink. Alcohol and drugs, however, will have no effect on you." Leela was saying. "But it doesn't matter -- sex is the only drug you will need, and you can have as much of that as you want."

"You can also change your body as you will," Lilith continued, "go on, try it!"

"I always wanted longer legs and bigger breasts," said Thea.

"Then you can have them!" Responded Lilith. "Just look in the mirror and change your image to suit your desire."

As Leela and Lilith took their arms from her, Thea faced the mirror squarely and stared hard at herself. In an astounding moment I saw her legs lengthen and grow, I saw her bottom become more subtly contoured and her breasts firmed, shaped and expanded.

"Fantastic!" Breathed Thea, "My nipples too -- I want them darker, longer, I want my areolae more prominent. My breasts will be a permanent temptation to my slaves!"

Even as she spoke, the changes she had described came about.

"My lips larger and redder, my eyes wider and darker!" She said. And, as she spoke, it was so.

"O god," she said, gazing at her image in the mirror with eyes unfocused by lust, "I am so sexy, so desirable that I almost make myself come just looking at me!" She ran her hands over her new body, gasping with pleasure as she did so. "I'm so sensitive!" She said, "just a touch almost brings me to orgasm."

"That is why you need this," Leela said, handing her a ball of latrix, which she had taken from her bag. 

Thea took it curiously. "What do I do with it?" She asked.

"This is latrix," Leela explained, "its purpose is to insulate your power." She went on to explain how latrix was used, while breaking it into four pieces and showing Thea how to condition it by thrusting each of the four pieces into her sopping cunt.

"Now all you do is to place one piece on each of your thighs and imagine that you are dressed in boots like Lilith's, the latrix will do the rest."

Thea did as Leela had suggested. The material instantly began to expand and spread around and down her legs like a shining black viscous liquid. When it reached her feet it extended down her ankles and grew into wicked, tapering points, before covering the whole of her feet and extending into needle-sharp toes.

"Wow, these are fantastic!" Thea said, turning this way and that to admire her new, thigh-high boots that fitted like a second skin, their black, shiny surface reflecting the light like wet oil. "They're so tight and slippery my legs feel as if they're being caressed. My feet look so deliciously evil that any man would beg me to let him lick them. And the heels! I can't wait to trample my slaves with them! But how do I take them off?"

"Just imagine that your legs are bare, and the latrix will contract into a solid mass." Replied Leela. "Now take these other two pieces and make them become gloves."

Thea did as Leela suggested, and soon she was covered from finger tips to arm pits with gloves that looked as if they had been painted on, each pore and finger nail was clearly delineated by the shiny latrix.

"The boots and gloves will prevent your power from draining away when you touch anything. Oh, and you can change the colour of the latrix as you wish."

"I can?" asked Thea, as she did so her boots and gloves turned a deep, blood red. "Perfect," she said. 

"But I need some more latrix -- I love to wear a corset."

"Of couse," said Leela, handing Thea another ball of latrix, which she thrust into her cunt and then placed against her navel, from where it expanded into a shiny corset that extended from a point just above her pubic bone to cup the lower halves of her swelling breasts. It cinched her waist so tightly that the erotic flare of her hips and the size of her bosom seemed even greater.

Thea gasped as she ran her hands over her tiny waist. "This is so fantastic, " she said, "the constriction almost makes me come on the spot. And I just love the way that my boobs and cunt are framed and emphasised by the gloves, corset and boots. I'm just a wet dream come true!"

She caught sight of me in the mirror, my eyes transfixed by her body. "The slave certainly thinks so anyway," she said, "look, his cock is rising again in homage to me."

Leela and Lilith turned to look at me. "You're right," said Leela, "and you can use him again soon. But first, as you are a goddess, you'll need a sigil to brand your slaves."

She took from her bag a lump of gold which she handed to Thea. "Choose your emblem." She said.

"Easy," said Thea, "I choose the labrys, the double-headed Minoan axe." There was glow from within her gloved hand that grew steadily brighter and brighter until it was unbearable to look at. It gradually faded until I could see that she held in her hand the symbol she had described. Leela took it from her and attached to to a thick chain of solid gold, which she handed to her daughter.

Lilith stood in front of Thea and hung the chain and its attached sigil around her neck. Then she kissed her deeply and passionately on the lips. "Welcome to goddesshood my brood sister," she said when finally the kiss ended. "Just hold your sigil against the skin of a slave that you want to brand and imagine it imprinting on his flesh."

Thea knelt before her once more. "Thank you my goddess-mother," she said, "I'll remain forever in your debt."

Lilith raised her up and once more kissed her on the lips. "I know you'll serve me truly," she said.

"And the service you will render," Leela continued, "is to procure as many slaves as possible from your world for transport to ours. Can you do this?" She asked.

"I believe I can," Thea replied. "I'm a very wealthy woman and I have contacts in the people-trafficking business. With your command over time I can become even more wealthy and I'll be able to buy and control the entire business."

"How soon can you start?" Asked Leela.

"I'll start immediately, The first batch of slaves will be ready for you soon," Thea replied.

"Very well," Leela said, "This slave," she gestured at me, " will have to stay with you so that we can return when the slaves you have gathered are ready for us to collect." 

"I'll lend him to you," said Lilith. "I transfer his cumming and his pain to your control-- but he remains my slave."

She handed Thea a small, bean-shaped pellet. "You'll need this," she said, "to communicate with me." Thea looked curiously at the Goddesss as she took the pellet. "Just swallow it," Lilith continued.

Thea obeyed immediately., gazing into the Goddess's eyes as she did so. Almost as soon as the pellet had passed down her throat she cried out.

"Your mind touched mine!" Thea said. Then she gasped and her eyes flickered upwards, showing their whites, while she stood frozen to the spot. After a few moments of immobility she blinked and moved.

"I understand everything now," Thea continued, "it's shameful that you can't achieve the domination you deserve! I will make sure that you can feed on the lives of endless slaves -- I will bring them to you."

"Now we are in communication, my sweet brood-sister," Lilith said, once more kissing Thea. "I will know when you are ready for me to return and collect the first coffle of slaves."

"You will also need these." Leela gave Thea a handful of cylindrical objects which I recognised as the same as the one she had used to bind me to her. "Lubricate them well with your cunt-juice and insert them into the anus of any man you want to keep. He'll be unable to cum without your permission and you will be able to inflict pain and gather energy from him more effectively. But don't bother to use one on any slave you're just going to fuck to death!" All three goddesses laughed cruelly as Leela said this.

"We will return to our world now," Leela said, moving to stand beside her daughter as her fingers played lightly over the studs of her belt. "Keep the whipping frame, the crop and the spunksel. We will return as soon as the slaves are ready for us." Leela's voice faded, as she and Lilith appeared to shrink and spin into a vortex of non-existence.

Thea turned to me with the look of a predator in her flashing green eyes.

"You're mine now," she said, "and I'm going to fuck you dry before I go in search of other prey!"



The World Possessed Pt. 05



Chapter 12

Thea was as good as her word. She attached me once more to the frame and anointed my wheals with her cunt-juice, so that my prick rose once more to throbbing fullness. Then she used her mouth, cunt and arse to make me pour out a seemingly endless stream of seed in homage to her new-found goddesshood. I rapidly became hollow, drained and exhausted, while Thea sucked power from me, growing ever more lovely in her shining beauty and exulting in her increasing strength and domination over me.

At last, when I was too weak to stand, she finally allowed me to rest. She released me from my bonds and I slumped, sprawling to the ground. Kicking me with the sharp toe of her tight, shiny thigh-boot, she told me to go and find some food to recruit my strength.

As I was crawling my slow, painful way towards the kitchen there was a swirling in the air beside me. The vortex re-appeared and Leela stepped out of it. Ignoring me, she strode across my prone body and handed Thea a piece of paper.

"Your future self has asked me to give this to you," she said.

Thea glanced at it. "Fantastic!" She said, "stock prices for next week. I'll be able to make a killing!" After kissing Thea on the lips, Leela once more disappeared into the time vortex.

"Remember," she called as she faded, "in five days' time I will see you again and you will have twenty slaves for us!"

"Get on with it Jake!" Thea shouted at me, looking up from the paper in her hand, "why are you hanging around?" Painfully, I continued my crawl into the kitchen. 

I finally made it , and discovered that I was ravenously hungry. Pulling everything out of the fridge and the storage cupboards I crammed my mouth with raw meat, cereal, bread and chocolate. I gulped down as much as I could, scarcely bothering to chew, while I washed the food down with milk, wine and beer. At last I felt I could stuff myself no more. My strength was beginning to return and I was able to walk normally back into the living room. 

Thea stood in the middle of the floor, dressed once more in her black skirt and jacket, but retaining her latrix gloves, boots and corset, which were now black to match her street clothes. She tapped the crop impatiently against her thigh.

"It's a pity," she said, "but you'll have to get dressed. So hurry up or I'll make you squirm!"

I ran into my bedroom and pulled open my wardrobe and drawers. Nothing seemed to fit my new, heavily muscled body. Eventually I found a tee-shirt and track suit that fitted and luckily my feet had remained the same size, although it felt strange to have trainers on my feet again.

Thea was furious when I returned to the living room. "You fool!" She shouted. "Why aren't you wearing a suit?"

I apologised and explained my predicament.

"Very well," she said when I had finished, "we'll get you something more appropriate later. Now let's get on -- we're going back to my office."

Thea drove like a demon in her Aston Martin DB8, weaving through the traffic and accelerating so fast that I was pinned back in my seat. We screeched to a halt at the back of her City office and Thea operated a remote control that swung open a gate to an underground car-park beneath the building.

Thea threw the car to a halt by a lift. "Out!" She shouted, "I need cock again, quickly!" She pushed me roughly through the doors of the lift and pressed a button. We rose swiftly to the top of the building and the doors opened onto the wood-panelled lobby that I recognised as the entrance to her sumptuous office and the board-room of the old-established private bank which she had inherited.

Nadia, Thea's beautiful Eurasian secretary, rose from her desk as her boss came out of the lift. "Mr Vissarovich is waiting to see you," she said.

"Excellent," replied Thea, "he's exactly the man I need." She looked at the paper which Lilith had handed to her in my flat. "But first, I want you to get William to do some deals right away." With that, she rapidly reeled off a list of stocks to be bought and sold. "Have you got that?" She asked as Nadia's hands finished flying over her keyboard.

"Yes Thea," Nadia responded. She looked at Thea with her huge brown eyes, and in them I recognised the expression of undisguised lust that the newly created goddess was engendering within her. Unconsciously her hands began caressing her breasts, and I saw her the outline of her nipples appear as they hardened and pressed against the fabric of her crisp, white blouse.

Thea had also noticed Nadia's actions. "Do I excite you Nadia?" She asked, standing in front of her secretary with her hands on her hips and her legs apart.

With an effort Nadia put her hands back onto her keyboard and looked down, her long black lashes sweeping over her eyes. "Yes Thea" she admitted in a barely audible voice.

"I'm glad!" Thea responded, "That's as it should be." Turning on her heel she strode to her office door, turning back to Nadia when she reached it. "Just give those instructions to William and tell him to get on to it immediately. Then show Mr Vissarovich into my office. You can come in yourself about twenty minutes later -- and bring William with you." She beckoned me to follow her into the room.

"Now Jake," Thea said as she strode across the room to the full-length window. Standing at it, she looked out onto the private garden below. "How shall I deal with Nikolai Vissarovich?" The question was obviously rhetorical so I said nothing. "He is going to be useful to me, but should I break him first?" She tapped with her crop against her booted calf. "On the whole, I think it will be more fun if I break him. Oh," she said, turning to me," he will have a bodyguard with him. But he's probably an unregistered alien, so they'll be no problem if I fuck him to death later." She motioned me to stand just behind the door. "Stay there," she said, "and keep quiet. As soon as I move towards Nikolai you must make sure the bodyguard doesn't reach for his gun. We don't want to frighten the neighbours."

Thea sat behind her desk, switched on her laptop and gazed intently at the screen. An instant later there was a discreet knock on the door and Nadia ushered in a short, thick-set man with dark hair, greying at the sides and brushed stiffly up across his head. He was followed by a blond, muscle-bound giant.

"Nikolai!" Thea said, glancing at her screen, "I see that you're in a spot of bother with the authorities. Is that why you've come to see me?"

"It's nothing I can't handle," Nikolai said in a thick, Russian accent, standing in front of Thea's desk and looking down at her.

"Of course it isn't!" Thea replied in a soft, sexy voice. She stood up and came round to his side of the desk. Standing close in her stiletto-heeled, latrix boots, she towered over him, his eyes were almost at the level of her lush, swelling breasts. I saw him gulp as her pheromones hit him and I sensed the convulsive effort he made not to bury his face in those firm, fleshy mounds. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his rapidly swelling erection inside his tight, tailored pants.

"I just need your help with a few transactions Thea," he said, his voice husky as if his throat had suddenly gone very dry.

"And you shall have it," Thea said, lightly trailing her hand over his chest, "but in return I shall need you to do one or two little favours for me." I noticed with a thrill that the latrix covering had drawn back from her fingers, revealing her pointed nails that glistened like fresh red blood.

He gulped as she moved behind him, her breasts brushing his arm lightly as she passed. "What can I do for you?" He asked, his voice hoarse with barely contained sexual need.

"Oh, I just need as many illegal immigrants as you can get me." She said. "Only men." She walked over to the bodyguard and looked him up and down. In her heels she was the same height. "What about Boris here?" She asked, "Can I have him to start with?"

"Uh, sorry Thea," Nikolai turned to look at her, "he's with me."

"Pity," Thea said thoughtfully, looking down at the huge bulge that was now tenting the front of Boris' pants. "It looks as if he would prefer to be with me."

It was obvious that Thea's pheromones and her provocation was too much for the blond bodyguard. A wild look came into his eyes and he made a sudden lunge towards her, with obvious sexual intent. Immediately I leapt forward and pinned his arms to his sides. He struggled, and he was certainly very strong, but with my enhanced body I easily overpowered him.

"Tut, tut," Thea said, stepping back towards Nicolai, apparently unconcerned. "He seems to be a bit of a beast, doesn't he? It's a good job that Jake was here."

"I'm sorry Thea!" Nikolai said, "He's a bit rough, but you're so fucking beautiful and sexy..."

"Oh, do you really think so?" Thea once more towered over Nikolai, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "how nice of you to say so." Suddenly a look of fury flashed into her eyes. "Then why aren't you on your knees worshipping me?" She flung out her hand at him, fingers pointed; a bolt of energy shooting from each crimson talon. Nikolai crumpled like a puppet whose strings had been cut, grovelling on the floor at her feet.

Boris grunted and struggled to free himself from my imprisoning arms when he saw his employer falling to the floor. Thea heard the sound and turned to us.

"It's alright Jake, you can let him go." Uncertainly, I relaxed my grip. The blond bodyguard instantly threw himself at Thea. But before he could reach her, he too was hit by the goddess's energy bolts and dropped, pole axed to the ground.

"That's where slaves should be, on the ground at my feet," Thea said, looking down at the two men who were writhing and jerking in agony beneath her. "So, why are you still standing, Jake?" 

I made to lie on the floor, very unwilling to suffer the same agonies as Nikolai and Boris, even at the hands of my goddess Thea. "Wait!" She said, before I could do so. "Why are you still dressed. You should know that slaves must always be naked." 

I immediately threw off my clothes and lay down on my front. Peering up, with my head still lowered, I could see that Thea was stripping off her jacket, allowing her large, firm breasts to spring free -- her proud, jutting nipples stone-hard tips to her dark aureoles, cupped and displayed by the tight, shiny latrix of her corset. Next, she skimmed down her skirt to display her swollen cunt-lips glistening with the dew of her permanent sexual arousal, only an inch or two above the tops of her skin-tight, latrix boots.

Nikolai's jerking movements were slackening and he began to groan in pain, while the bodyguard was unmoving and apparently unconscious. Thea kicked Nikolai with the sharp toe of her boot, drawing from him a hiss of pain. This was immediately followed by a gasp of lust as he looked up to see the erotic figure of the goddess towering over him, her sex so blatantly displayed.

"Right you little shit," she snarled at him, "get undressed and be quick about it, or you'll suffer my wrath again."

Unquestioning, with a look of fear replacing the lust in his eyes, the Russian began to tear off his clothes to reveal a body that was beginning to thicken, although still well-muscled, with a good-sized cock that, inevitably, was hard and erect under the influence of Thea's sexual powers.

"That's better," she said. Striding over to a panel in the wall, she pressed a hidden button. A concealed door swung open to reveal a dimly lit chamber, which I could see at a glance had been fully equipped with whipping posts, means for suspending slaves and racks of whips and dildos.

"Welcome to my parlour, slave," Thea said, kicking Nikolai again. "Now let me see you crawl in there." She turned to me. "Take the clothes off that useless hulk and bring him in with you when he's naked. Normally you'd only enter my chamber on your knees, but in view of the circumstances I'll let you walk this time!"

The bodyguard was groaning and beginning to regain consciousness as I began to remove his clothes. When he was naked, I dragged him into Thea's chamber, where Nikolai was already shackled by his wrists and ankles to a set of vertical parallel bars. His mouth was open and drooling with lust at the sight of Thea, who was teasing him with her lush body, while gently stroking the lash of a whip through her sodden cunt lips, impregnating it with her body-altering sex-fluids.

"Tie Boris to those bars there," Thea ordered me, indicating another set of parallel bars next to those to which Nikolai had been shackled. "While I prepare Mr Vissarovich here to become my slave for the rest of his worthless life."

So saying, she swung the whip, bringing the lash down mercilessly across the defenceless body of the older man. A thin line of blood showed where the sex-soaked leather had cut into his skin. I saw the look on his face and knew the agony and ecstasy that was beginning to overwhelm him as his prick jerked into even greater stiffness. On and on the whip swung, as Thea circled round the helpless body of her slave, and every few strokes the goddess ran the lash through her cunt lips, gasping with pleasure as she did so. Soon Nikolai's body was a criss-crossed maze of bloody wheals. His balls had grown to an incredible size, swinging low and hard between his legs, while above them his cock had lengthened and thickened by many inches. It seemed that Thea's fluids were, if anything, even more potent than those of the other goddesses I had encountered.

By now Boris was tied to the frame and fully conscious, struggling against his bonds as he watched in horror the treatment being meted out to his erstwhile employer. I knelt beside him, awaiting orders. Thea paused in her whipping, her sweat-slicked breasts heaving with the effort of her merciless attack, sex-fluid mixed with blood, bubbling in a pink foam from between her engorged cunt-lips.

"I need an orgasm now, slave!" Thea panted at me. She pointed with a crimson nail at her swollen pussy. "Get over here and lick me out."

Overcoming my revulsion at the bloody mixture now oozing between her legs, I crawled towards her. She grabbed my head, digging into my scalp and forcing my face deep into her drooling cunt. As soon as I tasted her juices, even mixed as they were with Nikolai's blood, I knew that I could do nothing other than suck and lick at her as though my life depended on it. I ironed my tongue against her crack, licking upwards until its tip found her clitoris, throbbing with her sex-power. Within a few seconds she began to come, screaming in her orgasmic ecstasy. While I lapped at her flowing cream and my cock rose ever longer and thicker in homage to her, she convulsively mashed my face even harder into her, forcing me to suck and lick as though I were demented. At last she released her hold on my head and I sank to my haunches, exhausted and gasping, while the pain of frustration, that I had come to know so well, twisted at my swollen balls.

Thea looked down at me, her heart-stoppingly beautiful face glowing with a pleasure that in no way diminished the terrifying cruelty that shone in her smouldering eyes. "I should have made you my slave a long time ago," she said. "You may now lick my boots to thank me for allowing you the honour of worshipping my glorious cunt."

I needed no second bidding and fell at once to polishing the slick, warm latrix that so tightly clothed her feet.

"Oh yes!" She cried, "it's incredible, it feels as if you are licking my skin, but the feeling is even more magnified and intense!" Her fingers began to stroke and delve between her legs. "Now lick my heels!" She ordered, raising her boot and thrusting the sharp spike into my receptive mouth.

"Oh! Oh!" She gasped, as my tongue swirled over the hard, yet yielding surface. "It feels as if it's connected straight to my clitoris." She began to fuck me with her heel. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" She panted as she exploded into yet another orgasm.

As her ecstasy subsided, she pushed me roughly away with her foot. "That was fantastic," she breathed, "goddesshood just gets better and better". She swung on her heel and faced the bodyguard, now fully conscious, with his cock hard and jutting. "Now for you little man," Thea said. She ran her nails along the length of his penis, leaving a trail of blood where their sharp tips cut into his sensitive skin. He howled in agony, but his hardness didn't diminish and he thrust his hips out towards her. "Surely you don't imagine that a little thing like that is going to satisfy a goddess do you?" She snarled contemptuously at him. "Here, this will help." She coated her hand liberally with cunt-juice and rubbed it into the cuts she had made. Once again he yelled in pain, but his cock began to grow immediately.

Having once more coated the lash of her whip with sex juices, she began to beat her new victim until he howled in simultaneous agony and lust and his body too was criss-crossed with bloody wheals, while his balls swelled to unbearable ripeness and his prick grew and thickened. At last she threw down the whip, leaving the bodyguard sagging in his bonds, whimpering unintelligibly.

Thea turned and stood in front of her first victim, who was bucking and thrusting, desperate to seek some relief for his incredible sexual urge, which had continued to grow with the size of his cock and balls since the goddess had finished whipping him. "Now Nikolai," she said, "you're lucky, because I'm going to make you my permanent sex slave. Well," she laughed, "permanent that is until you are no more use to me and I decide to fuck you to death."

"So you're going to need one of these." From the latrix between her breasts she withdrew one of the little black cylinders that Leela had given her. She thrust it into her cunt and then withdrew it, dripping with sex juice. Then, reaching up with her other hand, she released his wrists. "Bend over," she ordered. When he seemed reluctant to obey, she grabbed his hair and yanked his head down between her legs, where she trapped it in her latrix-clad thighs. Reaching over his torso she spread his arse cheeks with one hand and with the other she forced the cylinder into his rectum.

I knew exactly what he was experiencing as he struggled and yelled, while trapped firmly between the goddess's thighs. After a while he went limp. "What a pathetic mind you have Nikolai," Thea remarked. "How easily I have broken you to my will! Now all that remains is to milk you dry and brand you with my sigil." So saying, she released him from her thighs and re-attached his wrists to the posts. The, in one fluid movement, she straddled his body and impaled her sopping cunt on his massive cock.

Within seconds orgasms began to surge through her body. "You have my permission to come!" She cried. Immediately his spunk began to flood into her, filling her with energy and power, while his pathetic male body strove as hard as it could to satisfy the goddess's awesome sexual hunger. While she pistoned her cunt up and down his prick she pressed her sigil against his chest, branding him with her goddess-mark.

At last, reluctantly, she relented and withdrew herself from his, now shrivelled, organ. She glowed and crackled with energy, her beauty almost blinding in its radiance. Nikolai slumped forward in his bonds, apparently only just alive.

The shining goddess turned to her other victim, her face alight with pitiless cruelty. "Now for the main meal! I hope you're strong little man. I need a lot of spunk from you before you die. Oh yes," she said, seeing the look of terror on his face, "you are going to die. But don't worry, it will be worth it, knowing that you gave your life to serve the goddess. There are thousands and thousands of men who would trade places with you if they could. It's just that today, you are the lucky one."




The World Possessed Pt. 05



In fact the bodyguard lasted only a very few minutes. Thea almost effortlessly turned his hulking body into a grey, lifeless husk, a shrivelled, wizened bag of skin and bones. Gazing down contemptuously at the body that had filled her with its life, she simply blasted it with a single, blinding bolt of energy, reducing it, in a searing instant, to fine, grey ash.

"It looks as if you'll have to find another bodyguard, Nikolai," she said to the groaning man who stirred, weakly in his bonds. She looked at him and shook her head. "I suppose I'll have to give you some energy, or you won't be able to get me what I want." The latrix drew back from her hand as she spoke, and she laid her palm, briefly, on his forehead. The effect was instantaneous, as if a galvanic shock had passed through him, Nikolai stood upright. Thea undid his wrist cuffs and told him to release his ankles. As soon as he was free he grovelled at her feet, polishing her boots with his tongue, while she shuddered in delight. When she had had enough, she kicked him away.

"Please let me worship you goddess," the grovelling man murmured, crawling after Thea as she left the chamber to return to her office. 

"Put your clothes on slave," was all the reply that Thea gave him. At a gesture from her, his clothes left the ground and flung themselves at him. "I want as many illegal immigrants as you can get me. All fit, young men. At least twenty a week, starting immediately. You can take them to my house on the coast. Nadia will give you the address. When can I expect the first shipment?"

"In three days time, goddess," the Russian replied as he struggled to dress himself while remaining kneeling before her. "I know where I can get hold of a number that I think will suit you."

"Excellent," Thea responded, "in return I'll sort out some of your little money troubles. But just remember that you're my slave now. I'm in your mind and I may call you at any time." She noticed that he was fully dressed. "OK, you can go now, but remember -- I shall expect the shipment in three days time. Oh, and send Nadia in to me."

With a worshipful look at his goddess, the once proud Russian crime boss bobbed his head and left the room.

"So, Jake," Thea said, turning to me, "the goddess begins to possess the world..."



The World Possessed Pt. 06



With a graceful spring, Thea seemed to soar up onto the top of her desk, where she stood with her legs apart. I knelt and gazed in worshipful wonder at the exquisite beauty of her endless, latrix-clad thighs and the swollen sex-lips above them, glistening with her arousal and pouring their lust-inducing, musky perfume into the air. She had become a true goddess, as exciting and terrifying as Lilith herself. Her eyes blazed with the same lustful hunger and pitiless cruelty.

She parted her naked labia, exposing her swollen clitoris, which seemed to throb with power, conveying a beam of energy that struck my penis and made it swell to even greater size. I bowed my head and held my distended cock between my fingers, thrusting it towards her in offering. As I knelt, I heard the door open behind me and a gasp of astonishment.

"Come in Nadia, come in William," the goddess said in her low, thrilling voice, "close the door behind you and get undressed immediately."

Strangely, there was no murmur of protest from either of the two, just the rustle of clothes being removed.

"Good," Theas said, "I like instant obedience. Now William, kneel beside Jake and copy what he's doing. In future, whenever you see my cunt exposed, you will fall to your knees and worship it, as Jake is doing, by offering up your pathetic cock. "

I glanced to my side and saw that William was a young man, fit and well muscled, with a good-sized cock. From the look of abject lust on his face I could see that he was just as deeply in thrall to Thea as I was. He gazed at her, open-mouthed, as his prick began to engorge under the energy beam from her throbbing clitoris. Acting on an irresistible impulse, William closed his cock in his fist and began to pump it eagerly, panting and drooling with sexual need. 

Theas's reaction was instantaneous. A searing blue flash darted from her clit into his chest, sending him sprawling backwards, clutching at his heart and moaning in pain.

"Don't you ever dare to masturbate without my permission, slave," Thea snarled at him, a look of terrifying rage in her burning eyes. "Your feeble cock exists only for my pleasure and to fulfil my needs. Do you understand?"

"Yes Thea," William mumbled as he struggled back into a kneeling position. He kept his eyes down as he took his still rigid prick between trembling fingers.

"And look at me you fool!" Thea yelled at him. "Concentrate on my glorious cunt, think how much you want it, how much you need it, how it's the centre of your universe!"

Reluctantly, William raised his eyes and fastened them once more on that drooling chalice of lust, as Thea beckoned to Nadia. "Come here my sweet," Thea said, indicating a spot in front of her.

The tall, beautiful girl moved to stand on the spot which Thea had pointed to. Her eyes were also transfixed by Thea's pouting sex-lips. Thea spread her legs wider until her cunt was level with Nadia's mouth.

"You may worship me with your lips and tongue my darling," Thea said to the girl, her voice low, thrilling and full of sexual promise.

Nadia needed no second bidding. Immediately she bent forward and began to lap her tongue along the length of Thea's labia. She gasped as Thea's juices flooded into her mouth. Moaning with sexual desire, Nadia thrust the perfect globes of her rounded arse towards us. Her hands grasped her smooth, café-au-lait coloured skin and pulled her arse cheeks apart, exposing the pouting fig of her inflamed sex to our lust-filled eyes. She pushed her face harder into Thea's cunt, slurping and licking as if her life depended on it. As she did so, her hands left her arse-cheeks and delved between her legs. Parting her labia with the fingers of one hand, she thrust the fingers of the other into the depths of her dripping pussy, pistoning them frantically, making her juices spray out over the tops of her creamy thighs. 

It took only a few moments for both women to reach a simultaneous orgasm. Raising their heads, they screamed their ecstasy together, their bodies shuddering in unison. 

Thea recovered almost immediately and knelt on the desk. Her hands, in their skin-tight latrix, stroked Nadia's generous breasts, tweaking her prominent, dark-brown nipples between her fingers. Nadia began to tremble and pant once more, until Thea closed her mouth with a lingering kiss. Within a few seconds Nadia was shuddering in yet another orgasm, her fingers once more frotting at her clitoris and delving deep between her cunt-lips.

Thea broke the kiss, licking with her pointed tongue around Nadia's pouting lips, as the girl gasped out inarticulate cries of passion. Taking Nadia's head in her hands, Thea bent her mouth to Nadia's ear and whispered into it: "would you like to fuck the men my darling?"

Nadia glanced over her shoulder at my prick and William's, both throbbing and iron-hard with need. She licked her lips at the sight of the two engorged tools that awaited her pleasure, and the lust sparked into her deep brown eyes. Turning back, she gazed into Thea's eyes. "Yes please, goddess," she said, her lovely voice dripping with sexual longing.

"So you shall my dear," said Thea, "but first you must use this..." 

Thea handed the girl the obsidian dildo; its dull, black surface glinting with faint blue sparks as she lifted it up to the light. I felt its power then, immeasurably ancient and alien, reflecting the same fathomless female cruelty that I had sensed when looking into Lilith's eyes. It was both horrible and strangely compelling. I knew it contained a power that could blast me to nothingness, yet at the same time it drew me inexorably. However, to judge by the look on Nadia's face, it would seem that, on her, the sinister object had the opposite effect. A look of longing came into her eyes as she took it from the goddess. Instictively she grasped it in both hands, and without hesitation thrust it hard into the depths of her soft, yeilding cunt. Its passage was eased by the copious juices of her previous orgasms and she screamed with a mixture of terror and ecstasy as it penetrated her body.

The effect on Nadia was even more intense than I had seen Thea experience. Was it really so short a time ago? Nadia's body arched backwards, so that her head was thrown between her legs. Lines of fire spread out from her vagina, snaking over her body in crackling, golden streams. Her hair was electrified, the thick, black locks twisting and curling as if with a life of their own. She was crying out almost continuously now, but still pumping the obscene black invader into her dripping cunt.

Thea looked at me. "Yes Jake, its power is much greater now than when I first used it. It has been absorbing energy from me. I expect that Nadia will either be instantly transformed into a Silver, or she will die."

Nadia now lay writhing face down on the floor. Her entire body was covered by a slippery sheen of golden oil. The musky scent of extreme sex pheromones wafted from her, making my prick and William's swell between our fingers. At last, with a few, final convulsive jerks, she lay still. 

At first I thought that she had indeed died. Then, suddenly, she gave a convulsive gasp and raised herself on her hands and knees. The black dildo still protruded from her swollen cunt lips, but as I watched, it slowly slid out of her. As it left her body she gave a great gasp and, kneeling upright, she caught it before it could hit the ground. She moaned as she cradled the slippery length in her palms. It seemed almost to throb with a life of its own as she closed her hands around it and brought it to her mouth. Shutting her eyes, she licked the head and slid it between her lips.

She opened her eyes again and looked at Thea. "Thank you goddess," she said, handing her back the ancient artefact. "Thank you for changing me. Now I understand the true meaning of sex. "

Thea swung her legs off the desk and stood beside her new Silver acolyte. She took Nadia's head in her hands and kissed her passionately. "I know!" She cried, "isn't it fantastic? Soon, when you are ready, I will make you into a sister goddess and together we will learn to dominate an entire world full of men!" She put her hands on Nadia's shoulders and turned her towards me. "For now you may use Jake as your fuck-slave, I give him permission to cum for you. I will deal with William -- he has to be enslaved and branded before we can use him properly."

With a cry of delight, Nadia turned to me. "On your back!" She ordered. I obeyed instantly and she immediately straddled my body, crouching down to rub the length of my cock between her moist palms. Then, moaning with delight, she grasped it in both hands and frotted the apple-sized glans against her oozing slit. I gasped with pleasure as the engorged nub of her clitoris thrust into my sensitive skin.

"Oh what a monster!" She groaned, "I must have it!" Slowly she began to feed my entire slippery length into her gaping cunt. She sank down, moaning with pleasure, until all 18 inches of my meat had slid into her tight sheath. Tweaking her engorged, thrusting nipples she pressed her pubis into my crotch, driving my throbbing prick as deeply into her body as she could, before riding me with wild abandon. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She yelled, her taut muscles rippling and convulsing as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. "Now! Now!" She cried, "give me your cum!"

I felt the spunk surge up inside my rod, bursting out of my cock head and splattering against her throbbing womb. "That's it! That's it! I need it! Give me more, more and more!" She yelled at me through features convulsed in a rictus of ecstatic pleasure. As her orgasms became continuous, my balls emptied themseves into her again and again, her tight tube sucking up all the cum I was able to produce. Just before my body began to shut down, to protect itself from further damage, I heard the cries of William from the chamber next door, and I knew that he also was now Thea's slave.

When I regained consciousness a few moments later, I raised my head weakly to see Nadia crouching in front of Thea, paying oral homage to the goddess, while Thea herself was speaking into a slim, black phone.

"Hi Tricia," she was saying, "how is my favourite employment agent? Listen, I have a job for you. I need as many fit young men as you can get me, preferably by tomorrow. Qualifications aren't important -- they're for my "holding company"... yes, that's right, you know what I mean... Well... Get as many as you can and have them sent down to my place in Sussex. You can come too if you like... Good, I'll see you there, it'll be fun... Oh, and Tricia, if you can make sure that none of them have any close relations -- or relationships -- so much the better... Fine, bye then, see you tomorrow."

Thea put the phone down on the desk and gently raised Nadia to her feet, kissing her sensuously on the lips. "Get dressed my love, we're going down to my place in Sussex and we'd cause an accident if you walked out of the office looking like that! Oh, and wear high heels and leather -- you'll find they insulate you from losing some of the power you absorbed from the slave. Look in the wardrobe in the chamber -- you should find something to fit you. Choose what you like."

Nadia tore herself away from the goddess and swayed into the adjoining chamber, her skin glistening with a sheen of sex. Her arse-cheeks swung provocatively and between her legs I could see a few stray rivulets of my spunk. She paused in the doorway to look back at Thea and, leaning on the door-post she scooped up the liquid with her long fingers and licked it from them with her red, pointed tongue; for all the world like the cat who had got the cream. Then she smiled at Thea and turned away towards the wardrobe.

Thea looked at me and saw that I was conscious. "Get dressed Jake and go and help William. I think I was a bit over-enthusiastic with him. You're going to have to dress him and carry him down to the car. I think we'll take the Hummer. I need room and privacy." She picked up the phone again. "George," she said, "I need you to take me down to Sussex. Bring the Hummer to the office will you."

I rose to my feet, dressed again in my tracksuit, picked up William's clothes and went into the chamber, where William was inert and unmoving, suspended upright from his bound wrists. On his chest I could see the inflamed outline of the double labrys, where Thea had marked him as her slave. Behind me I could hear Thea barking a series of orders into her phone about how the business was to be run in her absence.

I untied William's wrists and began to dress him awkwardly. I was not helped by the fact that Nadia was close by, easing her slippery breasts into a tight red, leather bustier that seemed barely able to contain her firm flesh. She stepped into a matching, leather micro-skirt and cinched it around her narrow waist with a broad black, leather belt, heavily studded with glittering steel spikes. Then she pulled on long, black kidskin gloves, smoothing them sensuously onto her fingers and up her arms. Finally she selected a pair of red, leather thigh-boots, laced at the top.

"Jake, get over here!" She ordered. "Help me into these." She handed me the boots. As I knelt in front of her, she leaned back against a bondage-bench. Her tiny skirt did nothing to hide her glistening pussy from my hungry eyes.

She glanced down and saw where I was looking. She spread her legs a little and wriggled the skirt still higher up her hips. "Are you hard for me again Jake?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"Show me then," she breathed.

Placing the boots on the floor, I removed my tracksuit bottoms, allowing my engorged cock to spring up.

"Wow, you sure recover quickly!" She said, licking her lips as she took in the length of my monster tool. "I might just have to use you again! But first, I'd better get these boots on. Thea was right, I can feel the power leaking away from me."

I loosened the laces and opened the throat of one of the boots as far as it would go, holding it up so that Nadia could wriggle her feet into it. "I need something to push against," she complained, ""hold the boot against your cock!" She ordered.

She pressed hard into me, the boot sole squashing my shaft and the stiletto heel digging into the sensitive flesh dangerously close to my balls. "Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress." I replied, controlling the cry of pain that came to my lips as she seated her foot firmly into the boot.

"It feels so good to have a man under my heel," she said, pressing harder, "I can feel that lovely huge cock all squashy under the sole of my boot. You're at my mercy, but I don't want to damage you, this time. I may need your services again soon."

We repeated the process with the second boot and, leaning back, she instructed me to lace them for her. As I did so, both she and I were very aware of how close my face was to her engorged cunt-lips and throbbing clitoris. I tried to concentrate on the lacing and ignore the maddening smell of her sex pheromones. 

I finished lacing her boots, and my torment grew worse as one leather-clad hand sought her cunt and her fingers delved deep inside, while she held my face against her thigh with her other hand. She panted as she drove herself towards an orgasm.

"Yes! Yes!" She screamed. Kicking out at me, she sent me sprawling backwards. She stood over me pulling up her skirt and straddling my legs. "I must have you now!"

Luckily I was saved from further torment by the imperious voice of Thea from the next room.

"George is here!" She said, "let's go. Come on Nadia. Jake, bring William."

As Nadia visibly struggled to control herself, I quickly put on my tracksuit bottoms, crawled over to where I had left William, and finished dressing him as quickly as I could. By this time he was beginning to groan and stir.

"Where are you?" Thea shouted, "come on, we haven't got all day, I want to get down to Sussex." Nadia drew herself up to her full height and strode out of the chamber with a contemptuous look at me. 

"Hurry up Jake," the girl shouted venomously at me over her shoulder, "am I going to have to punish you for holding us up?"

"Sorry Mistress," I muttered, bodily lifting the comatose William as I did so. I knew that it would be pointless and dangerous to argue with her.

"You can punish him if you like my darling," Thea said. "Punishing a man makes me hot for sex, and I expect that it will have the same effect on you now." 

Thea put her hands on Nadia's hips and positioned herself in front of her. She looked her protégée up and down lustfully, smoothing the girl's skirt over her thighs. "I was wrong about you causing an accident if you went out naked." She said. "You're far more likely to stop the traffic looking like you do now. You are devastating sweetheart!" So saying she gave Nadia a deep kiss, pressing her body hard into that of her new acolyte. Nadia returned the kiss with passion and shuddered as another orgasm hit her. Laughing, the two women left the room arm in arm, while I struggled after them, carrying William.

When we reached the basement car park, George, Thea's butler, had the Hummer waiting by the lift with the rear door open for his Mistress. As she appeared, George knelt down. Thea extended her foot towards him. "You may kiss my toe" she said coldly.

I knew that George had been Thea's butler for many years, he had worked for her Father before he died. I had no idea that he was also her slave. 

"Is your cock hard George?" She asked him, as he reverently kissed and licked the pointed toe of her shiny, black latrix boot.

"Yes Mistress," he answered, without looking up at her.

"Good George," Thea responded, "now I am your Goddess, not just your Mistress you will be hard in my presence at all times. Show me..." George knelt back, without raising his eyes and unzipped his flies. His cock spang out with surprising vigour for a man of his age.

"What a pity!" Thea said, "now I can't punish you for failing to be erect. Never mind, I'll punish you anyway when we get to Sussex and then you can masturbate for me."

"Thank you Mist... ah, Goddess," George said.

"Well done for correcting yourself George. Don't forget again! Now, kiss the toe of Mistress Nadia's boot and then drive us to Sussex. And keep your eyes on the road at all times."

Nadia laughed as she extended her foot for the willing tongue of the compliant George. Allowing George only a short time to worship the boot of her acolyte, Thea kicked him away. "Get in the car!" She ordered, "we have to get going. Jake, put William in the back!"



The World Possessed Pt. 07



This is the latest chapter of the ongoing story of how the Goddess came to possess the world. In writing the entire work, I have attempted to produce a coherent narrative based on a consistent world-view. To help with this process I have produced some "historical notes". These explain the origin of the culture from which Lilith and Leela come. I know that there are a few people out there who have enjoyed the tale so far - so if any of you would be interested in reading these notes, please let me know.

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As I had expected, the journey to Thea's country house was sheer torment for both William, once he had regained consciousness, and for me. There was enough room in the back of Thea's Hummer for a double bed, to which William and I were bound, while Thea and Nadia rode our cocks and our mouths; competing to see how many orgasms each of them could have. However, Thea decreed that neither William nor I should be allowed to come, in order to allow us to recuperate. By the time the journey had ended we were both desperate, sore and battered; although, with my enhanced powers, I had fared considerably better than William. Because the windows of the Hummer were heavily tinted, our tormentors activities were concealed from all eyes save those of George, who, as Thea had instructed him, kept his rigidly on the road.

I had visited Ashlands, Thea's country house, many years before. It stood on the South Downs, overlooking the sea. It was surrounded by a considerable estate and protected by a high brick wall. The house had been built by Thea's great, great grandfather, specifically to house his priceless collection of Minoan artefacts; hence the considerable security which protected it.

As we approached the house, Thea unbound us and told us to dress, while she and Nadia did the same. The Hummer drew up outside the impressive wrought-iron gates that I remembered. A youngish man, dressed as a security guard, came out of the lodge by the side of the gates. Thea wound down the window. "Chris," she said, "I want you to come up to the house in an hour, and bring the rest of your team for a briefing."

"Yes Ma'am," Chris replied. Even in the half light of the evening I could see his eyes widen with lust as he saw Thea's generous breasts, barely concealed by their shiny, black latrix covering.

"That's six more slaves," Thea remarked to Nadia as the window slid back into place and the gates opened in front of us.

The Hummer travelled slowly up the winding gravel drive. On a small hillock I saw the fake Minoan temple that Sir Arthur Lucas had built, and then Ashlands itself opened before us. It was a strange house. Built in an odd style that seemed an unhappy combination of Victorian gothic and classical architecture, it stood three storeys high in the centre, with wide, single storey wings that now contained a swimming pool on one side and a gym on the other. We drew up at the three, wide, shallow steps that led to a grand doorway with a heavy classical pediment over it.

Martha, George's long-suffering wife, was standing at the top of the steps. She too had known Thea since she was a girl. I had no idea if she also was aware that Thea was a dominatrix, but I assumed that, since she acted as housekeeper and was responsible for the maintenance of the Ashlands house, she must at least have some inkling about Thea's proclivities.

Thea stepped out of the car and greeted Martha. "You already know Nadia," she said, gesturing towards her gorgeous young acolyte. "Will you please take her up to the red room?"

"Certainly Ma'am," Martha replied, her expression blank as she took in Nadia's provocative clothing. "And the gentlemen, will they be requiring rooms?" She looked at William and me, her expression unchanging.

"No, Martha, I don't believe they will," replied Thea with a smirk. "I'm going to take them to the gym. They need some exercise!" 

She turned to Nadia. "Darling, please make yourself at home, have a shower and change if you like, you'll find a range of clothing that should be suitable. As soon as you're done, come down to the gym. Then we can have some more fun." 

She turned again to Martha. "Chris and his team will be here in an hour. George will show them into the gym as soon as they arrive, Martha."

She strode into the house, her heels clicking like pistol shots on the stone flags. A few steps into the hall she turned and looked at George. "You'd better come as well George. I think we have some unfinished business."

George glanced briefly at his wife, who kept staring straight ahead without looking at him. Then he followed William and me as we trailed behind the arrogant, booted goddess.

Thrusting open the double doors that led, as I knew, to the library; Thea beckoned us to follow her in. It was a long room with floor-length windows facing west, through which the light of the setting sun poured. The wall opposite the windows was lined with mahogany bookcases, filled with books uniformly-bound in leather. In this way it was just an ordinary country house library; above the bookcases, however, it was very different. The walls there vibrated with recreations of Minoan murals. Bull leapers stood in lithe, athletic poses, processions of young men carried sacred vessels, and above all were the women; lively, beautiful and bare-breasted. Down the centre of the room were glass cases in which were displayed some of Sir Arthur's Minoan treasures. Bull's head rhytons, double-headed axes and painted statuettes of the goddess; with sacred snakes entwining her arms, her breasts naked and her prominent nipples rouged.

In the very centre of the room was a taller case in which was displayed the prize of Sir Arthur's collection: the so-called "Diadem of Ariadne". It was not so much a diadem as a net of gold filigree. Looking at it again I saw something that I had not noticed on my previous visits. It was set with snakes. With a shudder, I realised that these were carved from glassy, black obsidian; the twin of the stone from which Thea's dildo was made.

Thea stopped in front of the diadem and the three of us halted a couple of paces behind her. She knelt down by the case and pressed some buttons on the key-pad set into its stand. With a slight hiss that seemed very loud in the silent library, the glass panel covering the diadem withdrew. Thea stood up.

"Sir Arthur didn't find this you know." She said, half to herself and half to us. "It was brought to him one night by a young Greek sponge-fisherwoman. She gave no coherent explanation of how or where she found it, and afterwards she couldn't be traced. So, without a clear context, the "diadem" was never properly described or catalogued. In fact, many archaeologists don't believe that it really is Minoan at all. That's the only reason why Sir Arthur was allowed to take it out of Greece."

As she spoke she put down the briefcase she had brought with her from London and took off her jacket and skirt. In her glistening, black arm-length gloves and thigh-high boots she stood before us. The latrix drew back from covering her breasts, revealing her golden skin, her nipples hardening, elongating and glowing blood-red in the light of the dying sun. Reaching into the case she took out the diadem.

"Sir Arthur was wrong, you know," she said, holding the sparkling golden net between her hands. "It isn't a diadem at all. When I was sixteen I found out what it really is. My first and most important archaeological discovery -- and one which I have never published!"

She gazed at the shimmering net that was now stretched between her palms. "My parents were away and I was alone in the house, except for Martha and George." She continued. "I had discovered sex just that summer -- and I really loved it. I already knew that there was more to it than the frustration I'd felt with fumbling boys of my own age, who ejaculated almost as soon as they saw my tits. I'd realised that I needed to take control and I'd begun to experience the thrilling power my body gave me over more mature men. " 

She looked into the setting sun. "I remember that summer night so clearly. It was the night that changed my life."

"It was after midnight -- still warm , and I felt very sexy. So I decided to have a long, sensuous bath. As I lay in it, I began to gently stroke the soft down around my pussy. That felt nice, but somehow not wicked enough. Suddenly I knew that it would be even better if I could shave off the hair. Then I would be exposing the core of my sex, my pouting cunt-lips, to the lustful eyes of all those men I hoped soon to have in my power."

"I slipped out of the bath and fetched some scissors and my Father's shaving things. I sat on the edge of the bath and snipped away most of my pubes. Then I lathered myself with shaving soap and, looking in my Father's shaving mirror, I carefully razored all the planes of my labia. I got hotter and hotter each time my fingers brushed across my clitoris, I was driving myself to the brink of an orgasm again and again, but somehow I knew I had to stop myself from coming; I sensed that I should save myself for something greater."

"Finally my cunt was beautifully naked and exposed. I massaged moisturiser into it and it felt smooth, deliciously alive and hungry for sex. I wanted to find some men and make them beg to be allowed to lick it and fill it with their hard cocks."

"I dried myself and left the bathroom. Then, naked, I began to wander around the house. The full moon shone bright through the windows, making everything seem silvery and unreal. Padding silently on bare feet I felt like a powerful huntress in search of unknown prey. It was then that Ariadne's diadem came into my mind. It seemed to be calling to me and I knew that it was my destiny to wear it. As I went downstairs and into the library I felt every breath of air on my newly-exposed pussy-lips and my tingling nipples. By the time I reached the display case I was shuddering in ecstasy and I understood clearly how the jewel should be worn."

As Thea said this, she draped the gold net around her hips, fastening it behind her back. Incredibly, once it touched her skin, it seemed that the jewel had come alive. The filigree moved of its own accord, the obsidian snakes writhing and coming together to touch and caress her engorged cunt-lips. She threw back her head and gasped with pleasure. Her skin seemed to glow even more brightly and, if anything, she became more beautiful and desirable, her body still more lust-inducing.

Unbidden, the three of us silently removed our clothes and knelt in awe of the shimmering Goddess who seemed to tower over us. Our pricks were as hard as iron, throbbing with need as we bowed our heads before her.

"Yes, this is what I discovered when I was sixteen. This jewel is the girdle of Aphrodite, long thought to be just a myth. Woven with the Goddess's power of lust and desire, it makes all who wear it irresistible."

"Now I have worn it many times, but on that first night, when I was just a girl, I was unprepared for its effect on me. I felt the Goddess enter me, I felt her power and lust, I knew then that my destiny was to become a Goddess. But I couldn't control it, it overwhelmed me, and after a series of shattering orgasms, I passed out."

"It was on that night that my parents died in a car crash and I became both immensely rich and free to exercise my new-found power over men. George was the first to come under my spell, when the next morning he found me asleep on the library floor with the girdle still around my hips. He has been my slave ever since."

"A few years later, I was really beginning to discover the extent of my power when you, Jake, helped me to gain the second of the Goddess's sacred relics; the even more ancient phallus of lust." 

She reached into her bag and held it up. The final ray of the sun touched it and it seemed as if wave of blood-red light poured out of the sinister object. "This is the phallus of domination, and possessing it helped me to become a truly voracious sexual predator and to discover my real nature as a dominatrix."

As Thea looked at it she shook her head. "I should have been satisfied. After all I had immense wealth, power and domination over men. But for years I have known that there had to be more, something to complete my ability to slake the thirst that the girdle and the phallus had woken in me. I have been searching for a third object to complete my power. Now, at last, I have found it." As she said this, she touched the golden labrys that swung between her perfect breasts. "This is my sigil of domination. The symbol of my final achievement of full goddesshood. The key that has liberated me to take all that I need from men. To suck them dry and to cast them aside!"

Overawed by her power and domination, we three naked men grovelled at her feet. Then behind us we heard the sound of stiletto heels cracking against the floor and the low voice of Nadia, as she hurried to be with Thea. "O goddess, I want to share your power!" She said.

"You shall, my love," Thea replied. Looking up I saw that Nadia, dressed now only in arm-length leather gloves and thigh-boots, was kneeling before her goddess. "We will be like lionesses with helpless prey. No man will be able to resist us."

Thea raised Nadia to her feet. "Come on, let's take them to the gym and use them for our pleasure." She fingered her cunt and then delved into Nadia's dripping slit. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she licked her fingers, soaked with pussy-juice. "I'm hungry for sex", she said, "and so are you my darling."

Trembling with fear, in anticipation at what we knew was to come, George, William and I rose to our feet and followed the two dominatrixes as they strode through the door at the end of the library leading to the "gym".

We found ourselves in a room about 50 feet long. Unlike most gyms, the lighting was subdued. Near the entrance were traditional fixed weight machines and exercise equipment. In the centre were high-tech bondage-benches, bars and frames, with a range of whips, crops, paddles and bondage equipment on racks between them. The far end of the room was dominated by a throne-like chair, placed at the top of three steps. In front of this were 16 rowing benches, set out in two parallel rows, with a raised gangway between them, as it they were part of an ancient oared ship.

Thea made her way straight to the throne. Seating herself regally on it she turned to Nadia, who had followed closely behind. "Shackle Jake and William to the first two benches, Nadia." She instructed her acolyte. "Then go and chose a whip. George -- on your knees and crawl to me!"

While George made his way on his knees towards the goddess, Nadia expertly fastened William and me into the first two benches, as Thea had ordered. It was obviously something she had done before, since she knew to lubricate the butt-plugs that protruded from the rowing benches, and how to lock our ankles to the foot-rest and our wrists to the rowing bar.

Once she had firmly shackled us, we squirmed uncomfortably on the hard plastic that invaded our rears. All the while we were unable to take our eyes off the supremely lust-inducing vision of the goddess who sat before us, her breasts full and firm, with nipples rock-hard ; her cunt thrillingly framed by the girdle of Aphrodite and glistening with sex-juice. 

George positioned himself at the foot of the steps, kneeling before her with his head bowed. With our eyes fixed on Thea, we heard Nadia's heels going and returning, until she stood behind George with a three-foot riding crop in her hand. It was then I noticed that George's muscular back was criss-crossed with wheals that bore testament to previous punishments from Thea.

"Look at me George," Thea commanded, "Would you like to touch me, George?" She asked as he gazed longingly at her perfect flesh.

George nodded, "yes Goddess," he said, faintly.

"O dear George," Thea shook her head, "You will be punished for that. Don't you know that it's forbidden even to think about touching a Goddess?"

George groaned and bowed his head again. "Nadia!" Thea ordered, "begin his punishment. You may continue to beat him for as long as it pleases you."

With a grunt of satisfaction, Nada began to ply the crop on George's back. It was obvious from her flushed face that she enjoyed her work, especially when the fingers of her free hand plunged between the lips of her dripping cunt.

"Look at me, George," Thea ordered her unfortunate butler. As he gazed up at her, stifling the cries and sobs that came unbidden to him as he took his beating, she leaned back on her throne and locked her gaze on his. She held up the obsidian phallus, swirled her tongue around its bloated head, rubbed it against her engorged nipples and finally plunged it into her dripping slit.

Simultaneously both women were racked by huge orgasms, and Nadia swung one final, frantic blow against George's tortured flesh, making him at last scream out his pain before he collapsed to the floor.

Nadia dropped the whip, her full breasts heaving with the aftermath of lust, as Thea extended her long, latrix clad legs towards her servant.

"Sit up now George," Thea commanded. "You may thank me for your punishment and pay homage to my perfect body by offering your feeble seed to my boots."

Still groaning quietly in pain, George knelt up and shuffled closer to the foot of the steps, positioning his heavily engorged cock over his Mistress's shiny, black-clad legs. Without further bidding he began to wank himself rapidly, his fist a blur as it moved up and down his shaft, slippery with pre-cum. In a very short time he was grunting his climax, ensuring that the fruit of his orgasm splattered in white blobs and streaks on the skin-tight surface of the goddess's boots.

As soon as the last spurt of semen had finished, Nadia gave an inarticulate cry and kicked George away, to take his place kneeling at the foot of the throne. Holding Thea's legs with both hands, she began to lap eagerly at the sticky fluid, licking frantically to ensure that she consumed every drop.

"A poor offering I'm afraid my darling," said Thea, "but it's the best George can do. I would be happy to let you fuck him to death, but just at the moment he's too useful to me. Never mind, you'll soon have as much spunk as you could wish for. Once we have brought this world under our boot-heels!"

"Go away now George," Thea commanded with a languid wave of her hand. "Return to your duties and escort Chris and his team to me when they arrive."

Having dismissed her butler, she turned to William and me. "Now, I think that Jake and William need some exercise. Let's introduce them to my Roman galley." She leaned back again on her throne. "Let's pretend that I'm the Roman Empress Messalina, and that you're my sex-slaves. Although, in fact we don't have to pretend much, do we, because I'm actually your goddess and you really ARE my sex-slaves!" Thea and Nadia laughed cruelly at this. "Nadia is the overseer of the slaves rowing my galley. Her job is to encourage you to row harder by whipping you. My job is to set the pace -- like this..."

So saying, she touched a switch on the arm of her throne; making a large, lubricated, black phallus slide out from the seat between her legs. She raised herself over it and then lowered her body so that the black invader slipped effortlessly between the juicy lips of her cunt. As she took it fully inside herself, I judged by her gasp of delight that it had begun to vibrate. However, immediately my own body was jolted by an electric shock that passed through the butt-plug in my anus. I cried out in pain and astonishment, and William did the same.

"That's your signal to row!" Thea ordered. "Each time I hump myself on this beautiful big dildo in my cunt, you'll feel a shock, and you must take a pull on the oar. So the faster I ride, the faster you'll have to row. And just to make sure that you're putting your backs into it, Nadia will be looking at the power-meter on each of your benches. If you're not measuring up, she'll whip you by way of encouragement. You'll enjoy that won't you my sweet?"




The World Possessed Pt. 07



"Of course I will goddess!" Nadia said. Still kneeling in front of Thea, she retrieved her whip. Then standing up, she faced towards us and slowly drew the lash between her luscious cunt lips. "Oh, Oh, Oh -- that's so good," she sighed in delight, "You slaves just wouldn't believe how great it feels to know that I can do anything I like with you," she breathed.

"Of course you can!" Thea responded, "Their only purpose in life is to serve us. Now," she said, "let's start with a nice leisurely pace, and gradually build up." As she said this, she began to move up the phallus. Slowly she raised herself right off it. Then, suddenly, she let herself drop, grinding the base hard against her clitoris, as she did so making a fierce electric shock spark up through our butt-plugs. 

William and I immediately began rowing. As she had threatened, Thea gradually increased the pace at which she rode the phallus, making us row faster and faster, while Nadia whipped us in time with the strokes. Gradually, Thea's humping became more and more wild, as she panted to orgasm after orgasm, and Nadia needed to whip William harder and harder, because there was little contest between us, given my enhanced body. After about twenty minutes, it was clear that William could take no more; his body began to sag and he tried vainly to defend himself from the shocks and the beating.

Panting, Thea stopped moving and lay back on her throne, her glorious breasts sweat-slicked and heaving with her exertion. "That's enough Nadia," she ordered, as the girl's arm lifted for one last blow, "I don't think William can take any more at the moment. Why don't you just tie him to one of the benches over there and give him a good fucking before he passes out? William," she said, glancing with her piercing dark eyes at the slumped body of her slave, "I give you permission to come for Nadia!"

With a grateful cry, Nadia sprang at poor William. Releasing him from his bonds she half pushed and half carried him to a bench, where she spread-eagled him face up -- stretching his wrists and ankles taut and making him cry out in pain as the leather covering of the bench pressed into his raw, beaten back. As soon as he was securely fastened she straddled him and, pulling his cock upright, thrust her cunt down onto it. With a scream of pleasure she began to ride him hard. Within a few seconds I could see that his spunk was pouring into her as her hungry vagina pulled out of him all that he had to give.

Smiling indulgently at the passionate activities of her lustful acolyte, Thea rose from the throne and stalked over to me.

"That just leaves you and me Jake," she said, "it really is incredible what Leela has done to you. You seem to be tireless! Well, I'll have to test just how tireless you are over the next few days. But right now I may need your help with Chris and his team. You'd better go back to the library, get dressed and wait out there until George brings them along."



The World Possessed Pt. 08



Chapter Fifteen

Once back in the library I had barely had time to dress and tidy away William's clothing, when I heard the sound of voices approaching from the hallway. George opened the doors and led a small party of men into the room. They were dressed alike in dark jackets, trousers and shirts. All of them seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties and they all looked fit, well-muscled and active. Judging by the disciplined way in which they held themselves, I assumed that they were all ex-forces. 

George saw me standing by the doors to the library and gave me a quick, complicit glance. He halted in the middle of the library; stopping in front of the empty case, in order to hide from the security guards the fact that the prize of Sir Arthur's collection was missing. 

"Is the g..., ah, is Miss Thea ready to see the security team now?" He asked, his face clearly expressing the difficulty he felt about referring to Thea as anything other than "goddess".

"I don't know, George." I answered. "I'll go and check."

I opened the door to the gym and slid through it, closing it after me. Inside, Nadia and Thea had suspended William's, by now unconscious, body from one of the whipping frames and were standing next to him, speaking together in low voices. In their heels, the two women were exactly the same height and were so close to each other that their hard nipples almost touched, while their hands rested on each other's waists.

When she heard the door, Thea looked up sharply.

"Yes Jake. What is it?" She demanded, turning abruptly towards me so that the stunning sight of her perfect body hit me like a searchlight.

I fell to my knees in worship. "Please goddess," I said, "George has brought the security team. They're waiting in the library. Shall I tell George to send them in?"

Thea looked at her acolyte. "Hmm, what do you think my darling? Can we subdue all six at once? I'm not sure. I think we'd better have them in one at a time, starting with Chris. Jake, when I tell you, bring Chris in and come in with him." She turned and walked back to the throne at the far end of the room. "Nadia, you stand at the foot of the steps, and bring a bull-whip with you – it's so much more intimidating than a crop." 

Thea seated herself regally on her throne. The girdle of Aphrodite framed and enhanced her glorious sex and in her right hand she held the phallus of dominance. She radiated the power of irresistible lust. At the foot of the throne stood Nadia, her legs apart in a powerful, dominant stance, her left hand on her hip and her right bearing a sinister leather bull-whip, whose two metre lash trailed on the floor beside her arrogantly booted feet.

"Send Chris in!." Thea ordered; and I hurried to do her bidding.

"Miss Lucas will see you now Chris," I said as soon as I reached the library. One of the men came forward, he was slightly older than the others, but he looked nervous as he walked towards the door. His hand was in his pocket and he seemed to be holding something there. I watched him closely as I followed him through the door, shutting it immediately behind me.

I heard him gasp as his glance took in first the figure of William, hanging limply from his bonds, and then the glorious vision of the goddess, glowing golden on her throne, with her booted acolyte beside her.

"Come to me Chris," Thea said – her voice low, thrilling and filled with seductive promise.

Chris seemed to hesitate, half turning as if to leave the room. Then, apparently by an effort of will, he walked rapidly towards the throne, while I kept pace just behind him. As he approached Thea I sensed his discomfort increase. He shifted his gait, obviously to accommodate his swelling prick that was rising unbidden as the goddess's pheromones washed over him.

He halted about three feet from the throne's steps and gulped convulsively at the lustful sight of Thea in her glory. Behind him, I knelt down, awed once more at the brilliance of her power.

"Well Chris," Thea said, "aren't you going to kneel and worship your goddess like Jake?"

He raised his eyes to her then. "No,"he said, "I worship only one God and saviour!" His voice was almost inaudible and seemed to be cracking as his inevitable desire warred with all his instinct and belief.

Thea threw back her head and laughed a low, silvery chuckle. "How very sweet," she said, "I had no idea that you were so old-fashioned Chris. I suppose you also believe that men are superior to women as well? How very foolish of you. If only you could see yourself, you are trembling with lust, you can't help yourself. You prick is as hard as iron and you want to fuck me more than anything you've ever wanted in your life!"

"No!" he said, his voice almost a scream. The sweat poured from him and he shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of the vision before him.

"But yes," Thea continued, "you know it's true. Your desire for me is overwhelming you. All you have to do is to accept it. Admit that I am your living goddess and I will grant you access to my body. Think of it: my tight, slippery cunt sliding over your throbbing prick; my soft pillowy lips sucking the spurting spunk from your spasming tool. You can have it all right now. Paradise on earth – so much better than the vague promise of paradise in the life to come. All you need to do is get down on your knees and worship me."

"No, No!" He cried suddenly. Convulsively his hand left his pocket and I stood to intercept him. But all he held was a small glass jar. "I curse you she-bitch!" He shouted, as he did so throwing the liquid in the jar at Thea. "With this holy water I consign you to hell from where you came!"

The water splashed over Thea's breasts, running over her firm golden flesh and dripping from her rock-hard nipples. Thea looked down at the liquid and laughed.

"Thank you Chris," she said, "but I don't need a shower!"

"Then, die!" He yelled, and before I could stop him he drew a Browning 9mm from his waistband and fired it at Thea. At that range he couldn't miss and in a heartbeat three shots slammed into the body of the goddess. 

Her reaction was immediate. As the bullets reached her, a bolt of intense blue light flashed from her cunt and hit Chris in the chest. He flung out his arms and the pistol fell from his nerveless fingers as he crumpled to the ground.

Thea stood up, idly picking three flattened lead slugs from the latrix of her corset. As she did so, the door of the library burst open and the other security guards rushed in. Realising what was to come I immediately flung myself to the floor as once more the light flashed out and five more bodies tumbled to the ground.

"Oh dear," Thea sighed, "I do hope I haven't killed them. All that energy has made me ravenous for sex and I shall be so disappointed if I can't use their life force."

Nadia stooped and felt Chris's neck. "He seems to be alive still," she said.

"Excellent!" Thea said, "He'll make a strong slave – we'll be able to drain a load of spunk from him."

Nadia hurried over and inspected the others. "These are alive too," she said.

"Fantastic," Thea responded, "Jake – strip them. George – you can help him." The last was addressed to her butler, who had come into the gym following the security guards and was now kneeling looking up in awe at his young mistress.

Between us, George and I manhandled the guards, removing their shoes and clothes. All of them were deeply unconscious and remained so even when Thea and Nadia began to string them up to the parallel bars, fastening their wrists and ankles so as to allow themselves all-round access to their victims' bodies.

They only began to stir as the two women took it turns to whip each of them, making sure that the men's broken skin was liberally anointed with potent cunt-juice. Each of them began to cry out as the sex-fluids seeped into their blood-stream and the hormones began to course through their systems; bringing the inevitable lengthening and thickening of their cocks and swelling of their balls, as more and more sperm were produced. Soon they were all pumping the air frantically, desperate to fuck the perfect female flesh so brazenly displayed, so tantalisingly close and yet so completely untouchable.

Chris in particular was in a bad way. Thea had concentrated her attentions on him and now he appeared to be insane with desire for her, continually moaning and straining to reach her even as his flesh suffered under her lash. Eventually she allowed her whip to drop and she stood in front of him, her dripping cunt-lips only inches away from the head of his straining prick. Chris was snorting like a rutting beast, rubbing his wrists and ankles sore as he tugged at his bonds in an attempt to reach her.

"So Chris," Thea said, "have you changed your mind? Now will you worship me?"

"Want you... Want you..." Chris grunted, barely able to articulate through his lust-constricted throat.

"Oh dear," responded Thea, her voice sharp and admonitory. "I know that you want me. It was obvious that you wanted me the first time that you saw me – before I was even a goddess. That wasn't the question. I asked if you were now prepared to worship me as your goddess?"

As she finished speaking she moved a pace back from him so that he could easily see the whole of her lush body. Seductively she ran her tightly gloved hands over her breasts, cupping them and tweaking her prominent nipples to even greater hardness. Then she stroked down her chest, over the flat planes of her stomach and on to her hips, finally hovering over the mound of her sex, so thrillingly encircled by the golden girdle of Aphrodite.

It was too much for Chris. His whole body straining towards her, he cried out in what was almost a scream of agony. "Yes! Yes!" He cried. "You are my goddess, I worship you. I need you. Do what you want with me!" He broke down and hung his head, sobbing, his spirit entirely broken.

"Then look at me!" Thea ordered, her voice sharp with command. Chris obeyed instantly, his head snapped up and his eyes fixed on the sexual core of her being. "This is what you worship," Thea continued, her hands stroking her pussy-mound, "this is the centre of your universe, the only object of your desire. And the only time you'll access it is when I want your spunk, when I pleasure myself on your pathetic cock, when I allow you to spurt your tribute to my goddesshood." 

She took his face in her hand, her latrix-clad fingers digging painfully into his cheeks, and forced his head up so that he was looking into her piercing grey eyes.

"Forget your old god and your old ten commandments!" She spat at him. " I am your goddess now, and I will give you ten new commandments. You are my slave and you will live, suffer and die by my rules. As I say my commandments, you will repeat them after me. Once you have said them, you will obey them or suffer my punishment:"

"A slave must worship only the Goddess"

Hesitating, reluctant, but with his eys fixed on Thea, Chris repeated the words. "A slave must... A slave must w-w—worship only the Goddess"

"Good," Thea said, nodding approvingly, the second commandment is this: a slave must lust only for the Goddess."

Chris repeated the words, with less hesitation this time. Nodding, Thea continued. "A slave exists only at the whim of the Goddess." "A slave's body belongs only to the Goddess." "A slave must work only for the Goddess." "A slave must always obey the Goddess." "A slave must always be humble before the Goddess." "A slave must always please the Goddess." "A slave's cock must always be hard for the Goddess." "A slave's body must always be fit for the Goddess."

As she said each line, Chris repeated it after her. His reluctance soon gave way to fervour and, by the last commandment, his complete commitment to his new role was obvious.

Thea motioned to Nadia to unbind Chris's wrists and ankles. As soon as he was free, her grovelled at Thea's feet, his head bowed in abject surrender and worship. "You may suck my heels," Thea said, the triumph obvious in her voice. She extended her foot towards him and raised it slightly, allowing him to place his face under the sole of her boot, so that he could suck on the wickedly tapering heel. She shuddered in pleasure as the latrix amplified and trasmitted his oral homage directly to her cunt.

"Tie him to a bench!" She instructed her acolyte, "I'll take him now and bind him to me."

Nadia complied instantly and soon Chris was firmly bound on his back, his legs spread wide. Thea straddled his head, allowing him to gaze with open-mouthed lust at her swollen cunt-lips, now dripping with sex-juice. "Open you mouth!" She ordered."It's time you worshipped my cunt properly".

So saying, she pressed her sex-soaked pussy hard against his mouth, smothering his nose with her arse-cheeks. I could see his tongue frantically lapping at her pussy, while his throat contracted, swallowing as much of her lust-juice as he could. Immediately he began thrusting with his hips, raising them off the bench as far as his bonds would let him, while his penis visibly thickened and lengthened and his balls grew fat and heavy with seed.

"Sit on him!" Thea ordered Nadia. "Rub your juicy cunt over those lash marks! Put your essence into him and make him good and ready for me."

Nadia obeyed instantly. She straddled his body, facing towards Thea; pressing him down with all her weight. Using the fingers of both hands, she opened her pussy-lips wide; rubbing her dripping slit over the wounds that covered Chris's front. Sliding her sex against his flesh, she moved up his body until she was sitting on his chest. Grinding her clitoris hard against his sternum, she embraced the goddess. Their bodies entwined, the two gorgeous dominatrixes rubbed their oiled tits together and kissed deeply, eyes closed in passion.

Breaking away from the kiss, Thea remved another black pellet from under the latrix of her corset. Rising from Chris's mouth, she showed it to him. "Do you see this?" She said. He nodded and she continued. "This is what will bind you to me. I'm going to soak it with my cunt-juice and then push it deep into your anus. Once inside you it will put you completely under my control. You won't be able to cum without my permission. I will always be in your thoughts and all your lust will feed me, for as long as I permit you to live!"

Both girls got off their victim and Thea stood between his legs. Making sure that Chris was looking at her, Thea thrust the pellet deep into her cunt, ensuring that it was thickly coated with her juices. She withdrew it, dripping, and pushed it hard into his exposed anus. As she did so, she chanted this verse, ignoring the man's pitiful cries as the invader took control of him:

"Your balls are ripe and full of seed Your rock-hard cock is what I need. My sopping cunt will ride your meat Your soul is lost, your fate's complete."

"Through glorious sex I am divine While hopeless lust has made you mine. I'll take you now against your will I'll use and spurn you, trample, kill!"

"Your cum will spurt and I will feed. You're bound and branded - mine indeed. My body you will always crave Now I'm your Goddess, you're my slave – So serve your Goddess, worthless slave!"

On the last line she impaled herself on his swollen cock, which Nadia held upright for her. She rode herself to orgasm, while Nadia knelt behind her, pinching her nipples and caressing her slippery breasts.

"Now – cum for me!" She ordered. The helpless man had no choice but to obey. His spurting cock poured thick gobbets of spunk into Thea's gaping cunt, while Nadia knelt beside him, frantically lapping at the excess that oozed out as Thea rose up and dropped down.

Reaching between her breasts, Thea detached the golden double-headed axe from its chain. Still riding Chris's rampant prick, she motioned Nadia to one side. Then, leaning forward and looking the man straight in the eyes, she pressed the golden symbol hard against chest. He cried out in agony as the goddess's sigil burned itself into his flesh, marking him permanently as her slave. His branding complete, Chris lost consciousness. His head lolled to one side as his tortured flesh gave up the hopeless struggle to feed the endless hunger of the ravening goddess. 

Reluctantly, Thea dismounted from her new slave. Her body crackled with energy as she moved on to the next security guard, without a backward glance at the man whose life she had just changed forever. 

Unlike Chris, the other guards were still tied in an upright position. "I can't wait for him to be tied flat on his back," Thea said impatiently, "I'll take him as he is!" So saying, she stood in front of him and ordered Nadia to position his cock between the lips of her pussy. 

Nadia did so, kneeling behind the man as he thrust into Thea's sopping cunt, so that she could lap up the sperm dripping down his legs when he spurted his tribute into the goddess's voracious sex. In a very short time, his arse had been invaded by a pellet, he was branded, drained and hanging unconscious in his bonds.

The other four guards were dealt with in the same way. Thea and her acolyte took much of the life-force from each man and I felt waves of lustful energy washing over me from their glowing, golden bodies as they both became more sexy and beautiful with every victim. Once she had finished with a man, Thea showed her contempt for his pathetic ability to pay the tribute she deserved by slapping at his limp and shrivelled cock. 

At last it was done; the five guards hung in their bonds and George and I alone were left conscious.

"Jake, you and George had better get these slaves carried down to the cells." Thea instructed me. "George will show you where to go." She turned to her beautiful acolyte. "Come to my room my darling, I have a lot to instruct you in before Tricia arrives with new slaves tomorrow."

Thea and Nadia left without a backward glance, while George and I worshipped their swaying arses as they strode away from us, arm in arm, their wicked heels spurning the ground. 

So ended the first long day of my introduction to the brave new world of Thea's domination and power. 



The World Possessed Pt. 09



Chapter Sixteen

Between us, George and I carried the bodies of William and the six unconscious security guards down into the basement, through a door that led directly from the gym. The basement had been converted into a long corridor running the entire length of the gym, with at least 10 cells and a shower-room on either side. Each cell was the same, about two meters wide and three deep. There was no furniture in any of them, apart from a simple bed with a rubber mattress and a blanket , beside each bed was a tall, locked cabinet. Each room was fully equipped with a range of suspension points screwed into the walls, with rings, chains and shackles attached. Although none of the cells appeared to be occupied, George said that he used one of them and he indicated that I should use another while I stayed at Ashlands.

We dumped the comatose bodies onto separate beds and George attached a shackle to one ankle of each man, chaining it to a ring in the wall. He covered each naked body with a blanket, then shut the door to the cells and locked them. 

When we had dealt with the last guard, I turned to George. "Look," I said, "I must eat. The Goddess has drained my energy and I know that she'll use me again as soon as she can. I must try to regain some strength."

George nodded and, unspeaking, led me through a door that led under the main part of the house into the huge basement kitchen. He indicated a massive refridgerator. I opened it and began pulling out anything that I could find, stuffing food into my mouth and swallowing almost without chewing, I was so ravenously hungry. I drank pints of milk and beer indiscrimately, but the alcohol had no effect on me at all.

"You'd better get some sleep," George said when, at last, I had eaten and drunk my fill. "The Goddess will call you soon I think. There are speakers in each of the cells, so I expect she'll summon you direct. You can find your way to her room, can't you?" 

"Yes, I think so – I assume she still has the same bedroom at the front of the house?" He nodded and silently we made our way back to the cells. I chose one at random and, after stripping off my clothes, I collapsed onto the bed, pulling the blanket over me. I immeditely fell into a deep, dreamless sleep as my drained and exhausted body sought to recover its strength.

I was woken by a violent shock from my implanted device. For a moment I writhed in agony and looked wildly round, wondering where I was. The the voice of Thea came from a loudspeaker in the ceiling. "Did that hurt Jake?" Her voice was soft, but utterly unsympathetic. 

"Yes goddess," I answered. 

"Good. I got your attention. I need you up here now!"

"Yes goddess," I said getting to my feet, still groggy from sleep. I had no idea how long it had been, but I did feel refreshed and my strength was beginning to return. 

"Run!" she shouted, for good measure giivng me another shock through my implant. Needless to say I was out of the basement, through the library and up the stairs in an instant. As I ran through the library I could see that the sky was beginning to lighten. I guessed that it must have been about 5 o'clock in the morning and as I passed through the hall I heard the great long-case clock strike that time.

I knocked on the door of Thea's bedroom and heard her voice imperiously telling me to enter. I opened the door and immediately sank to my knees. The goddess and Nadia were standing together in front of one of the two floor-length windows that looked out towards the rising sun. I saw that Nadia now wore white latrix boots and gloves, their surface slick, clinging like a second skin and glistening in the early-morning light, their pallor contrasting erotically with her glistening, coffee-coloured skin.

Both girls turned to me, and Thea strode towards me. I bowed my head and offered my erect and straining cock to her, holding it out between my fingers and thumbs as I had seen the slaves do in that future world. Thea gestured for Nadia to join her.

"You see what we could have when the rule of the goddess is complete, my darling!" Thea indicated my huge, throbbing organ and Nadia licked her lips, lustfully.

"Are all slaves' cocks as big as yours in the future, Jake?" She asked, her voice full of need.

"Not quite as large, Mistress," I answered truthfully, "but most are much larger than in our day."

"Let me show something else," Thea said. "Get up now Jake, and come over here." Thea walked towards the huge, circuar water-bed that dominated one wall of the room. At its foot, she had set up the silvery whipping frame, which Leela had given to her. "You know what to do, don't you Jake?"

"Yes, goddess," I replied. Walking over and standing in the centre of the frame, I raised my arms as high as they would go. I touched my wrist-bands to the frame, where they immediately became fixed, as though firmly welded. Then I moved my ankles apart until the bands on them were similarly caught and fastened.

Nadia came over to look at me. "Amazing!" She said, "he's completely at our mercy!" She tugged at my wrists, testing the strength of the bonds, then slapped my cock hard, before grasping it in both hands and tugging it towards her greedy cunt.

"Wait!" Thea commanded, "There's something else you need to see." As Nadia stood back, Thea touched the thick, silvery-grey material of my belt. At once the slick-silk began to creep across my flesh. Involuntarily I gasped as the material pulled at my hairs, devouring them and my dead skin; giving me the sensation that a giant sticking plaster was being torn off all around my body. Within a few moments the suit had done its work, covering me entirely and then retreating to leave me completely hairless, my skin smooth, oiled and glistening.

With a squeal of delight, Nadia began to run her slick-coated hands over my body. "I love it!" She cried, "he's so gorgeous, so smooth and muscular" she turned and looked at Thea, "can I have him now?"

Thea smiled, indulgently, "Of course you can my darling, do what you like with him. I'm going to go down and see what George has done with the other slaves. When you've finished with Jake, come down and help me. Bring him too, if he can still walk!" She laughed, and looked into my eyes, "Jake, I give you permission to cum for Nadia!" So saying, she turned on her heel and left me at the mercy of the girl who yesterday had promised to punish me. Looking at the cruel lust in Nadia's eyes, I realised that mercy would be the last thing on her mind.

As soon as Thea had left the room, Nadia threw herself at me. Squashing her huge, firm tits into my chest, she rubbed her crotch up and down against my rock-hard meat.

"O god, I need that pole of yours inside me now!" She breathed into my ear, "but don't imagine that you're going to get away without that punishment I promised you. As soon as I've taken the edge off my cock-hunger, I'm really going to enjoy making you suffer!"

She levered herself up by pushing down against my shoulders , straining my arms as I hung in my bonds, until her cunt-lips opened wide over the massive helmet of my prick. "O god, yes... Yes... You're really stretching me. O god, it's fantastic, you're filling me up... Yes, yes, yes, yeeeesss!" The final word ended in a scream, as she impaled herself fully on my huge rod. I could feel the walls of her cunt rippling round me and spasming as she went into orgasm. "Now!" She yelled, "I want your cum now! Give it to me! Feed me your spunk!" The fingers of her gloves had retracted, and her long, sharp nails raked bloody furrows down my back as my body obeyed her orders and my balls pumped spurt after spurt of jism into her suctioning vagina. She threw back her head and howled as she pulled more and more sperm from me, her body shaking in continuous orgasm.

Although my balls continued to serve her, I suddenly began to realise that I could control them. While Leela had given me the ability to just withstand the full onslaught of a powerful goddess such as Lilith, or now Thea, she had also given me power enough to control the amount of energy that a lesser goddess, or a mere Silver, was able to take from me. Consciously I found that I could slow the rush of my sperm into Nadia's voracious cunt, although the pain of denial was so bad that I trembled with the effort and the sweat poured off me.

Nadia sensed that my trbute to her was lessening, as her orgasms subsided. With what I could see was a considerable effort of will on her part, she ordered me to stop cumming. The relief as my orgasms subsided was immense, and I slumped, exhausted against my bonds as Nadia dismounted from me.

She stood in front of me, her melon-sized breasts heaving and drenched in a glistening mixture of her sweat and mine, as well as the oil that covered my body.

"I really needed that," she breathed, "I could feel your energy flowing into me, feeding me. The feeling's just fantastic!" She prowled round my suspended body. "Stand up straight!" She ordered, and as I did so she ran her tightly-gloved fingers over my back, making me wince as her fingers touched the wounds she had given me. "Look at you," she hissed, "so muscular and strong and yet I completely dominate you. I just can't tell you how wonderful the power is – knowing that your strength and your huge cock are mine to control and use in any way I like." She came round to stand in front of me again. She looked down at my penis, which had once more regained something near its full length and thickness.

"O god, that cock of yours. How do you manage it? It's just so big again. I was going to beat you, but I just can't resist it!" She knelt down in front of me, cradling my balls in her palms. "I've always loved cock. It's my one weakness – the bigger the better, and yours is such a monster!" With a cry of delight she sucked my glans into her mouth. Suddenly she bit down hard, her sharp teeth sinking deep into my firm cock-flesh. I gave an involuntary scream of pain and she lifted her head and looked at me with a cruel grin. "But this way I can have my meat and punish you as well!" 

"First the pleasure," she said. She sucked me once more between her her soft red lips and swallowed as much of my rod as she could. Grunting with delight she massaged my prick with her tongue and the walls of her throat, rolling my balls between her fingers, until I was gasping with frustration and attempting involuntarily to fuck her mouth. Suddenly she pulled away so that my cock left her lips and slapped hard against my stomach. 

"And now the pain!" She held up her hands and showed me how the tips of her latrix gloves had drawn away to reveal once more her wickedly sharp nails. Then she dug them into the sensitive skin at the base of my scrotum, so that once more I screamed in agony.

After raking my skin for a few seconds, she sat back on her heels and looked critically at my cock, now with blood trickling from the wounds inflicted by her teeth and her nails. "Well, it doesn't seem to have got any smaller. I wonder if it can get any bigger?"

With that she spread her thighs wide and thrust her fingers, now covered once more in skin-tight latrix, deep into her oozing cunt. Reaching out to my crotch, she rubbed her fluids into my wounds, causing me yet more pain. But I was prepared for this, and no more than a stifled cry escaped my lips. She looked disappointed at my muted reaction, but continued to massage the cuts she had inflicted with more of her vaginal mucus. The effects were not long coming, as I felt her hormones surge through my bloodstream. Although nothing like as powerful as those of a goddess, her secretions were more than enough to make a visible difference to the length and thickness of my prick and the size of my balls.

Nadia licked her lips in satisfaction as she saw the results of her handiwork. "Oh that's good," she said, "it can get bigger, how wonderful! Now – where shall I put it? Here..." She thrust a finger into her cunt, then shook her head, "No, it's already been there. Perhaps here..." She lifted her bottom and reached behind her to thrust a finger into her anus. "I'm not sure, I might have to get you to lick me there first, and you're not really in a position to do that are you? So really, I shall have to just carry on sucking you, and this time I want you to cum for me again!"

Once more her soft, pillowy lips closed around the head of my cock. While one slippery, gloved hand wanked my shaft, the other was pressed hard onto her clitoris, so that she began to orgasm as soon as the powerful jets of my spunk began to spurt into her sucking mouth. Swallowing gobbet after gobbet of my sex-fluids, the rapacious young succubus began to drain me dry. Once again, however, I discovered that I was able to control the amount of energy that I let her take from me. Indeed, this time it was somewhat easier than before. 

As I consciously slowed the amount of spunk I produced, I had to pretend to slump once more in my bonds, acting more exhausted than I really felt. Nadia, however, appeared to be satisfied. Although she hadn't taken all that I had to give, she had certainly drained a lot from me. Her body was glowing and vibrating with energy, her breasts were larger, her nipples thrusting out from her golden aureoles like fat, juicy, purple grapes. 

Her long black lashes swept upwards and she flashed me a look of lustful cruelty from her huge dark eyes. "I think I'm just about ready to face the day now!" she said. "I was always told to start with a good breakfast. But somehow, I think that today, one just won't be enough." 

She reached out and slapped my penis, now lolling against my thigh rather than standing to attention. "I don't think I'm going to get much more from you just yet, so I'll have to go and see what's available downstairs."

She rose to her feet with feline grace, turned on her heel and began to walk towards the door. Just as she reached it, she paused. "Oh – I suppose I'll have to release you. What a pain!" She turned back to me and touched my ankles and wrists. As she touched the last, my bonds sprang free. Feigning more exhaustion than I felt, I allowed myself to collapse to the floor. She kicked me hard with the sharp, pointed toe of her boot. "Useless slave!" She hissed. "Kiss my boot to thank me for releasing you."

I groaned and rolled onto my stomach to hide my burgeoning erection. I ran my tongue over the smooth, shiny surface of her boot. "Oh!" She cried, "oh that's fantastic, it feels as if you're licking my clit! Don't stop!" She commanded, although I had no intention of doing so, "do it harder!"

I licked for all I was worth, hearing her above me shuddering into yet another orgasm. After a series of moans and gasps, she at last kicked my mouth away from her. "That's enough for now," she ordered. "When you can get up, you'd better follow me down, I'm sure the goddess has work for you to do."

I lay with my face pressed into the carpet until I heard the door close behind her and the sound of her heels clicking away down the stone stairs. Cautiously I got to my feet. I felt pretty sure that Thea would have this room covered by CCTV cameras as well. Somehow I knew that she liked to film herself as she dominated her slaves, and I suspected that she would also use the recordings to blackmail some of those that took part. However, I slso felt sure that she would have other things on her mind at the moment. 

Pausing, I searched my mind for the link that I knew bound me to Lilith, and which she had handed to Thea temporarily. After a moment's reflection, I felt it; nothing like the rushing torrent of strength that was Lilith, but the same rapacious, cruel energy nevertheless, and a power that was growing minute by minute. I withdrew before I could alert her to my presence.

Making my mind as dumb and incurious as I knew a slave's should be, I left the bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs. Glancing at the clock I saw that less than an hour had passed. It was not yet six o'clock and I was ravenously hungry again.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of activity. After eating and drinking as much as I could, I helped George with household chores. Thea and Nadia had ordered Willaim and their six new slaves into the gym, only reluctantly allowing them to have breakfast first, only so that they could recruit the energy that the two succubi would drain from them. George and I could hear the mens' cries as the goddess and her acolyte took their pleasure with them. 

At about 11:30, Thea summoned George and me into the gym. Five of the security guards were strapped to benches, and all of them were motionless. William's face was buried under Nadia's bottom and he was writhing beneath her as she suffocated him between her thighs and sucked on his spasming prick. Thea was seated on her throne and Chris was strapped beneath it, his face positioned so that he could lick her pussy, which he seemed to be doing even as Thea talked into her mobile phone. George and I knelt at the foot of the throne while Thea continued her conversation.

"Yes Sir Anthony," she purred into the mouthpiece, "you did hear me correctly. You are going to sell me the shares that I want, even if it does give me a controlling interest. I hope that I don't have to remind you that I possess a certain amount of, let us say, information, that I am sure you would not wish to come to the attention of the tabloids." There was a pause from the other end of the phone and eventually Thea spoke again. "Thank you Sir Anthony, I knew you would understand the wisdom of obeying me. My lawyer is already on his way with the papers for you to sign. I hope that in future that you will agree more readily when I offer you the opportunity to demonstrate your obedience to me in business matters. If you do not, I may not offer you the opportunity to obey me in other ways. Yes, Sir Anthony, I hope too that you will soon have that opportunity again. Good bye."

Thea put down the phone and shook her head, "men are so weak and easily dominated" she mused to herself, "get them by the balls and the rest will follow. No wonder the age of the goddess has arrived!" Then she ground her cunt hard into Chris' mouth. "Lick me faster slave!" She commanded. Massaging her massive, firm breasts, she tweaked her rigid nipples between her fingers and thumbs as she reached an orgasm whose energy radiated out and made my cock even harder with frustrated longing for her tight cunt, so brazenly displayed in front of me.

As her orgasm subsided she seemed for the first time to notice that George and I were kneeling before her. "Jake and George," she said, "I'm sorry to say that you're going to have to dress to receive the next batch of my slaves. Tricia is bringing 10 of them and they'll be here in about an hour. George, you fetch the usual indemnity papers. Jake, you'd better make sure that these slaves," she gestured at William, now motionless beneath Nadia, and the exhausted security guards, "get fed and then taken down to the cells. When Tricia arrives Jake, you can show her to the green bedroom. I'll tell her that she can amuse herself with you for a couple of hours. George, you take the new slaves into the waiting room and get them to sign the papers, then you can give them something to eat – they'll need to keep their strength up!" She smirked, "as soon as they've eaten, send them into my study one by one. I'll enslave them there."

Dealing with William and the former security guards was relatively easy as none of them was completely unconscious. Although they were very weak, as a result of the energy that Thea and Nadia had drained from them, they were at least able to stagger down to the kitchen. Luckily Martha had already prepared lunch, so there was little for me to do but make sure they were fed and then take them back to their cells, where they were happy to collapse onto the beds. I didn't even bother to shackle them or lock the doors – bound as they were to Thea by their implants, they would be unable to escape, even if they wanted to. In fact, I knew from the very few words that were exchanged over lunch that they were more than happy to stay, for however long Thea and Nadia wished to use them as sex-slaves. Already the huge surges of testosterone now coursing through their bodies had begun to take its toll of whatever sense and intelligence they had once possessed.




The World Possessed Pt. 09



Very soon after I had finished dealing with the guards, a minibus drew up at the entrance to the mansion. George and I were on the steps to greet it. From the front passenger seat a tall women got out. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties, with short, blonde hair, high cheek bones and a full mouth. She was dressed in a conventional dark trouser suit and high-heeled shoes. Her cold grey eyes gave me a haughty stare as she looked me up and down appraisingly, as if I was a piece of meat she was thinking of buying. "Are you Jake?" She asked coldly, with the trace of an American accent.

"Yes Ma'am", I replied, "Mistress Thea has asked me to entertain you until she is ready to receive you. I am to accompany you to the green bedroom."

"Good", she said, and reaching into the bus she drew out a heavy sports bag which she threw at me. As I caught it deftly, despite its weight, she nodded approvingly. "Strong I see", she said, "excellent, you'll need to be. You can take the bag up to my room and then get undressed and wait for me. George..." She shouted at Thea's butler, "just get those men out and sign them up will you?"

"Yes Mistress Tricia," George replied, opening the rear door of the bus. It was evident that this was a routine which had been practiced a number of times. As I left to go into the house the men were clambering down onto the gravel drive, while Tricia barked orders at them. 

I had once, some years before, slept in the green bedroom myself. However, the dark green William Morris wallpaper, which gave the room its name, was the only feature I remembered from my stay. A huge new bed dominated one wall and facing it was a sturdy, wooden whipping-frame. Besides a modern cupboard in brushed aluminium, the only other piece of furniture was something that looked like a high-tech operating table, but one equipped with straps and manacles. I took the bag through to the adjoining dressing room, which seemed at least to be unchanged, and set it on the table. Then I returned to the bedroom, undressed as ordered, and knelt down in the middle of the room.

I heard the door open, but kept my head bowed, as I somehow suspected that I should. "Well, aren't you a prize specimen?" I heard Tricia's voice say. "Obedient too, I wonder where Thea found you? Okay, here are the rules: you will call me Mistress Tricia if you need to speak to me, but you will only speak if asked a direct question. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Tricia," I replied.

"Good boy! I think this is going to be fun! Oh, and you're getting hard too..." The sharply pointed toe of her shoe prodded my growing cock. "Well, I don't usually like to say anything good about slaves, but that is certainly one mighty tool you have there. Mistress Tricia is certainly going to enjoy using that. Now, another rule is that you can't cum unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Tricia."

"Any failure and you lick up the mess and get severely beaten, Okay?"

"Yes Mistress Tricia." I wondered if I should point out to her that Thea had not given me permission to cum and that therefore I would be unable to, even if Tricia required it of me. However, I decided that volunteering information was not part of her instructions and I therefore said nothing.

"Good. I'm going to get ready now. You can help me." She turned towards the dressing room and I rose to follow her. "What the hell are you doing slave?" She yelled at me. "How dare you stand in my presence without permission! You'll be punished severely for that. On your knees and crawl like the slave you are!" Without a backward glance she strode into the next room and I followed on my knees. 

This was my first experience of a purely human dominatrix and the differences between her and a goddess were obvious. Goddesses are so sure of their power that they do not require constant reminders of it from their slaves. Any behaviour from a slave that irritates a goddess merits instant, not threatened, punishment. Goddesses do not need to threaten slaves because slaves know that, no matter how strong they are, they are hopelessly weak compared with a goddess. However, I realised that Thea had effectively passed me on to Tricia for a short while, and that, by serving her, I was still serving the goddess who controlled me.

In the dressing room, Tricia had already removed her jacket and dropped it on the floor. As I crawled towards her she was in the process of unbuttoning her trousers. When these had dropped around her ankles, she stepped out of them and kicked them away from her. She was wearing black, patent-leather shoes with two-inch stiletto heels and glassy, black hold-up stockings with lacy tops. Above these she wore a red satin thong that clung tightly to her plump pussy-mound and a red satin bra that cupped her impressive breasts into a deep cleavage. Her legs were long and muscular, as were her arms and shoulders; in fact her whole body was well-toned, giving her the look of an champion athlete. 

It was then that I recognised her. She was a former American Olympic swimmer, who had won four gold medals and subsequently gone into business. A few years ago she had been in the gossip columns when she came to London to open an employment agency specialising in former athletes and sports-men and –women. I vaguely remembered that the venture had not initially proved a success but that, after the injection of additional capital from an unknown source, it had suddenly taken off and had opened branches all over the world. 

I now realised that the unknown venture capitalist must have been Thea Lucas. I wondered how many of the former professional soccer and basket-ball players and other sportsmen handled by the agency, who'd never quite made it to the top, had ended up as sex-slaves to women like Tricia and Thea.

Tricia traced her finger up and down her satin-covered pussy. "Come kneel in front of me." When I had done so, she continued, "pull my panties down with your mouth. But no touching me!" I considered the problem for a fraction of a second, then leaned forward and grasped the lacy string at one side of the satin pouch in my teeth, tugging it down as far as I could. I then repeated the exercise on the other side. The pouch was now pulled down between her legs, so that it looked like an inverted "v", clinging to her hairless, sticky labia in the centre. I took the satin between my lips, it was soaked with her arousal and smelled of cunt and musky perfume. Slowly I drew the thong down the length of her legs, as far as it would go. "That's enough," she ordered. She reached down and removed the panties from around her ankles, kicking them out of her way. Then she reached behind her and, leaning forward, unclasped her bra strap, allowing what were obviously artificially enhanced breasts to swing free. "You may remove my shoes," she said, "after you've kissed each one to show that you know your place".

As I bent my head down to kiss her shoes I felt her leaning to one side and heard the zip of her sports bag being undone. Then there was a stinging blow to my raised arse, swiftly followed by six more, three on each arse cheek. They hurt enough to bring tears to my eyes, but the pain was minor compared to what I had learned to endure with Lilith and Thea. So all that the beating elicited from me were a few muffled sobs as I pressed my lips against the surface of her shoe. 

There was a hint of disappointment in her voice as she ordered me to thank her for my punishment. Still with my face pressed against her shoe I said "thank you Mistress Tricia."

"Good boy," she said, "I see you know how to take your punishment. Now you may take my shoes off."

I knelt up slightly to grasp first one shoe and then the other, noticing that she was idly swinging a thin, tapering lash from her hand. She had obviousy taken it from her bag as I was kissing her shoes. She put the lash on the table and rolled down her stockings, discarding them beside her other clothing.

"I'm going to take a shower now," she said, "as soon as you've finished putting my clothes away in the closet you can come and wash me." She picked up the lash again and, naked, sauntered through the door into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the sound of running water and hurriedly began to pick up her clothes and hang them in the wardrobe. As soon as I had finished, I knocked on the bathroom door.

"You can come in on your feet," Tricia's imperious voice called out. Entering the room I saw that Thea had had it converted to a "wet room". Tricia was standing under a multi-headed shower, rotating slowly so that the water jets were hitting every part of her body. As I entered she spread her legs, allowing an upward pointing jet to spray directly between her labia. The sensation was obviously stimulating, as the tip of her tongue stuck out between her teeth and a distant look came into her eyes. "Get over here and soap me!" She ordered, her voice husky with pleasure. 

I took a bottle of expensive shower gel from a shelf and, standing behind her I began lathering her muscular shoulders and back. "Lower," she ordered, "do my ass."

I did as I was told, working the lather over her taut backside and into the crack of her arse. She spread her legs wider so that I could reach between them. "Now down my legs." I knelt and spread the thick soap down her long, smooth legs to her feet. As I reached them, she turned to face me. "Now do my feet," she ordered, lifting one of them onto my thigh. I held it in both hands and rubbed the lather between her toes, with their red-painted nails. As I repeated the process with the other foot, she lifted it and pressed it against my, now massively erect, cock. "Wow," she said, "that sure is something to feel under my heel." She pressed harder, "bet you're glad I'm not wearing my stilettos aren't you boy?"

"Yes Mistress Tricia," I replied.

Allowing the water to continue to jet between the lips of her cunt, she began to run her foot up and down my cock. "Does that turn you on boy?" she asked me breathlessly.

"Yes Mistress Tricia."

"You know better than to cum now boy, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress Tricia."

She moved her foot, and picked up the lash from a shelf. Still keeping the water jet playing on her pussy, she began to slap the wet lash against my cock.

"O, that's good boy, that's real good. Your big fat cock likes being lashed by Mistress Tricia. Mistress Tricia's getting real turned on. Get on your back now boy!" 

I lay back on the slippery wet floor, the water jets splashing over my body. For a couple of seconds Tricia stood over me, straddling my hips so that I looked straight up at her wide open pussy. "Did I give you permission to look boy!" She yelled. 

"No Mistress Tricia." I turned my head to one side.

Her cunt descended on the length of my cock, and she ground herself against me with all her weight, pressing my organ hard into my stomach. While she whipped me with the stinging, wet lash I could feel her frotting her clitoris against my meat. She grunted as her orgasm began to build, then, suddenly she threw the lash aside, raised herself off me and grabbed my cock with both hands. Wrenching it upright she stuffed it into her cunt and with a scream began to impale herself on it. Riding it up and down she pulled hard on her own nipples. Her scream rose and rose until at last her orgasm came crashing over her in a massive tide of sensation that made her gasp and moan as the walls of her cunt fluttered around my still-hard prick. 

However, instead of subsiding, her orgasm continued to build in intensity and power. With blinding clarity I realised that dark energy was passing from me into her; but it was not drawn from my strength, somehow my connection to the world of the Goddess had opened a channel that allowed power to flow through me and into her.

Tricia began to thresh about wildly as her orgasms came faster and faster, eventually blending into a single massive spasm that threw her whole body into a rictus of pleasure and pain. She froze and went rigid, while colour drained from her face and her eyes rolled upwards until only their whites showed. I realised that her body could take no more. Sitting up, I grasped her round the waist and lifted her off my still erect and throbbing prick. Her cunt was so tightly clenched around me that it was difficult for me to pull her off my massively stiff member. I struggled for what seemed an age to raise her resistant weight , until at last, with a sucking sound, her cunt-lips left the tip of my glans. Immediately her rigid body went limp. I stood and laid her down on the floor of the shower before turning off the water. 

I felt her neck, there was no pulse. I started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but only had time to breathe twice into her lips before the door of the bathroom swung open to reveal Thea. "What's happened here?" She asked, "I felt a shift in the energy and a change in your mind!"

"Yes, goddess," I replied, "my prick has acted as a channel for dark energy into her. I think her body might be attempting to change her into a Silver!"

Thea stood over Tricia's prone body. "You may be right," she said, "I was intending to change her anyway. She's already experienced the girdle of lust and the phallus of domination, so she may ready for it. She needs to feed on me." So saying she squatted over Tricia's head and pressed her ever-drooling cunt down hard over the woman's open mouth. Tricia jerked as the goddess's labia touched her lips. For a few seconds she lay still again, then I saw her throat contract. Trying to breathe, Tricia was obviously sucking in some of Thea's copious lust juice.

Almost as soon as she had swallowed the first trickle of the goddess's powerful sex fluids, Tricia's body began to change. The pallor of her flesh was replaced by glowing gold. She gave a gasp and began to lick frantically at Thea's cunt, her fingers, meanwhile, delving deep between her own sex-lips.

"Quick," Thea cried, "she needs your spunk – I give you permission to cum into her!"

Kneeling between Tricia's jerking legs I once more positioned my cock at the mouth of her cunt, as Thea held her frantically groping hands away. In a single thrust I impaled her. As soon as my rock-hard prick entered her slippery tube, my balls began to empty their load. I felt my energy flowing into her as I thrust again and again, shooting spurt after spurt of spunk into her hungry womb. 

But now it seemed I could control it, I was able to draw on that source of power I had felt before and use it to replenish my own. I realised that this was dangerous knowledge, something I would have to keep from the goddesses. I therefore feigned to gasp and grow weaker, willing the flow of my sperm to slow even as Tricia pulled me into her, demanding more and more. 

"You may stop now," Thea ordered me, "I think she has had as much as you can give her." With a groan I pulled out of the newly-created Silver. I rolled over onto my stomach, panting far harder than I felt any real need to and concealing my still-erect organ from Thea, who was now concentrating her attention on the former Olympic athlete she had just converted into yet another dominating succubus.

"Yes!" Thea cried, raising her new acolyte to her feet. "Now we are three and together we can dominate the world!" 



The World Possessed



Mistress Leela, however, never once used me in this way and her brazenly erotic displays caused my arousal to increase painfully each day, as my physical powers waxed. She was fully aware of my condition and indeed she tormented me by looking deliberately at me as she took her pleasure. Holding me with her gaze she would lasciviously lick her lips and play with her breasts and nipples. My agonies of frustration appeared to delight her

I came to understand that Mistress Leela was a Silver. She was over 150 years old and the greatest scientist in the Goddess's world. Her achievements would have been astonishing in any age. Not only had she succeeded in constructing the first time-travel portal, she was also a geneticist of extraordinary insight, as well as an historian and linguist. She had taught herself to speak in ancient English, as well as several other languages of my time, simply in order to communicate when she opened the time portal. It was apparent that she could, if she wished, have become a goddess at any time. Indeed she had many, or most, of the attributes; and seemed to rely more on sex than on food. However, it would appear that she had chosen not to make the full transition -- preferring to devote her energy to science rather than to the constant struggle for power that dominates the life of every goddess.

My memory of the time I spent in her laboratory is blurred and disjointed. Much of it I spent unconscious, or writhing in pain. For most of the time I was and bound to an operating table whilst she changed my body. Direct somatic manipulation increased the size of my cock and balls until I was better endowed than any porn star from my time and my balls were far larger than those possessed by any ordinary man. My muscles and chest were also developed, until I had the body of a weightlifter and the stamina of a long-distance runner. For the first time in my life I could truly glory in my physical strength and fitness. At the same time, my bodily hair, like that of all those whom I had seen, was completely removed by the regular application of an amoeboid substance that crawled over the whole of my skin, digesting the hair as it moved.

During the time she was working on me, I had come to regard Mistress Leela almost as I would a creator. My worship for her was such that I was eager to serve her to the furthest extent of my powers. Specifically by helping her to use the time-portal. However, during all this time she had not even mentioned it. I could only assume that her age and intellect gave her patience and insight that I could barely understand. I hadn't the temerity to raise the subject with her. Indeed, as I gained in physical strength and my genitals increased in size, I found it more and more difficult to think coherently or to analyse my position objectively.

After many days of transformation and rehabilitation, Mistress Leela at last told me that I was ready to serve the goddess. She ordered me to get up from the operating table. Painfully I hauled myself to my feet and took a few, faltering steps. Weak at first, I became stronger and stronger as my new body began to assert its power. After a few minutes I felt like a superman, possessed of inexhaustible strength and stamina. However, when my Mistress order me to kneel before her, I did so immediately. I bowed my head to her and kissed the toes of her shiny black boots.

Kicking me roughly away she rebuked me sharply. "Slaves touch their Mistresses only when told to do so! It is clear that you still have much to learn."

"However, there is no more time, we must soon begin to use the time-portal," she continued. "But first you must meet the Goddess who will be your true Mistress, who will own you and use you, whose power will be increased immeasurably."

She began pacing, speaking as she did so partly to me but mostly to herself. I remained with my head bowed to the floor, mesmerised by the sight of her towering stiletto heels spurning the ground. "Two things have stopped goddesses from developing the full potential of their power." She said. "The first is their inability to absorb enough energy. The second is the inability of the breeding system to supply enough men." 

Tentatively I raised my eyes. She looked down at me triumphantly. "I have overcome the first through the development of a new form of goddess who, I believe is capable of absorbing and using an almost infinite quantity of dark energy." 

Smiling in an indulgent way that I had never seen before, she pressed a stud on her silver belt. A full-size, moving image took shape in front of her. It was of the most devastatingly attractive woman that I could possibly imagine. She was naked and her full, shapely breasts, narrow waist, strong thighs and pert arse were the embodiment of total eroticism. So powerful was the effect of the image on me that my penis rose in homage and, untouched, I almost came. Her face seemed very familiar, and I glanced at Mistress Leela. She saw my look and smiled. "Yes, you have guessed. She is Lilith, essentially a clone of me, with the addition of complex genetic manipulation that is the culmination of a lifetime of experiment. She is my last-born 'daughter'. At 19 years old she is the youngest ever to become a Village Goddess, and already her power is immense. Yet she is unaware of her full potential. I have not told her the true extent of her powers. I have been waiting for the time when I could provide her with the means of achieving them."

She stood in front of me, and took my chin in her hand, tilting my face up to look into her mirrored shades. Not once since I had known her had she removed these -- I had never seen her eyes. To me the shades imparted an additional dark, mysterious and erotic frisson that fuelled my unslaked lust for her. Now, still holding my face towards hers, she removed them. The eyes that bored into mine were unfathomably dark, and for the first time I felt the full weight of her years as she overpowered me with the stress of her regard. I was fearful of the immense power in those eyes, they seemed to look through me and beyond, stripping me bare and sucking out my soul.

"I have built you to be the unworthy vessel of my second great achievement. I have increased your strength and stamina a thousand-fold to enable you to survive the demands Lilith will make on you. Through you and the portal my daughter will have access to the lives of an immense number of men -- millions upon millions. Her power will grow and grow. No other goddess will be able to compete. She will enslave the whole world. Who knows, perhaps eventually the entire universe will be hers to command!"

Some tiny part of me screamed "No! She's mad!" But that fugitive thought was washed away, overwhelmed by the hypnotic power of her eyes, and my abject worship for her.

"You may count yourself fortunate that you will be the only man who will live to see my daughter's triumph. I have given you the physical power to survive your slavery to her; and, of course, she will realise that she requires you to give her access to the lives of the men she needs."

Incoherently babbling my thanks, I fell at her feet, licking at the heels of her boots. My subjugation was absolute, and yet, with some minute, still rational part of my brain, I calculated with icy realism the potential devastation that might be caused by such a concentration of dark energy.

4

Mistress Leela had summoned two neophytes to her laboratory. Both were young, perhaps seventeen years old, with the freshness that comes from the first blossoming of sexual awakening. At the same time they possessed the arrogance borne of two thousand years of dominance over men, coupled with the knowledge that they had been selected for their potential to exert absolute power. Although one was blonde and the other brunette, the sparks of cruelty and lust were the same in both blue and brown eyes.

Each of them was dressed identically in tight bustiers that lifted their large, firm breasts without concealing their jutting nipples. Around their waists they wore loose belts, from which hung coiled whips. Below their belts were tiny thongs, dipping so low that the shimmering latrix barely concealed their vulvas. Each stood looking at me with her legs parted, hands on hips. It was obvious that I was fully visible to these two, and I lowered my eyes before the challenge of their gaze. Blood began to pump into my cock as I saw how the skin-tight material of their thongs cupped and split the fleshy lips of their cunts. Each of them was tall, and their towering, spike-heeled ankle-boots raised them above me. The colour of the girls' costumes was obviously chosen for the sake of contrast. While the brunette's was white, to set off her smooth, oiled, brown flesh, the blonde's was red, in seductive contrast to her palely-glowing skin.

Mistress Leela stood beside me. "This man was bought two moons ago for Lilith." She said to the girls. "I have re-built him as a new breed of slave, fit to serve the goddess as she deserves." 

She pointed at me as if I were a specimen and indicated my burgeoning cock. This was rising still further in homage to the girls, each of whom had begun casually to stroke her cunt through its shiny covering. "As you can see, his penis and balls have been specially enhanced. His metabolism has also been improved so that he will be able to cope with the demands that Lilith will place on him."

"I have summoned you Charis," here she waved at the blonde, "and you Eris," here she indicated the brunette, "because I know that you two will soon become Silver, and that both of you will owe your advancement to Lilith."

"This," she said, indicating me with a contemptuous wave, "is a man, not a boy; but because of my re-creation of him, he must be initiated as a new slave. You two must prepare him for enslavement to the goddess Lilith."

"I know that both of you are well experienced and fully qualified to do this. With your connection to Lilith, I know that I can also rely on your discretion. No news of this particular ceremony must stray beyond the confines of my laboratory. If it does, I am sure you can imagine the consequences -- both from me and from the goddess Lilith!"

Mistress Leela raised her dark glasses and the full power of her eyes flashed. I saw the two girls flinch from them.

She gave a short, cruel laugh and shaded her eyes again. "However, I am sure that my warning is unnecessary. All I ask is that you enjoy yourselves with him, and prepare him thoroughly. Lilith will be here within an hour." So saying she turned on her heel and left me alone with the two girls.

Eris, the brunette, stalked towards me like a tigress approaching her prey. 

"Hello little man," she said in a voice that was full of both seduction and menace.

Licking her glistening, scarlet lips she seized my swollen prick and wanked it roughly. Her razor-sharp, blood-red finger nails cut into the sensitive skin of my shaft. She took her hand away, and I could see a line of fiery red that was oozing with my blood. The pain was great, both from the injury and from my increasing need to cum. 

The pain increased as her blonde companion, Charis, moved to stand close to me. Smiling a cruel smile, she slipped her fingers under her white g-string. Through the tight material I could see them delving into her cunt. She slid them out, dripping with her cum-cream. Carefully she rubbed the oily liquid into the wounds her companion had inflicted on me. Immediately my cock began to swell as her secretions took effect. 

I shuddered when I realised that the pain and longing I felt was nothing compared with the effect that the juices of a full-blown goddess's would have. Involuntarily my hips began to thrust, as my demanding penis fucked the air.

"No you don't!" Eris said, slapping at my cock.

"I think he needs restraining." Charis laughed. 

She moved behind me and grabbed my shoulders. Simultaneously Eris kicked my legs from under me and I fell back heavily onto a narrow bench that had materialised beneath me. Almost instantaneously my wrists and ankles were manacled so that my arms and legs were spread wide and my body was stretched taut over the bench. A strap around my waist completed my immobilisation. My head was raised by a block underneath it, so that I was able to clearly see around me and between my wide-spread legs.

My prick had wilted slightly under the sudden onslaught, but it jerked to attention again as Eris grabbed my balls and tugged them upwards. I felt a cold, hard band biting deeply into the sensitive flesh around the base of my scrotum and penis. 

"That will stop you cumming before the goddess is ready for you," she said, "of course the pain will be terrible, but that's OK -- you're a slave and made to suffer for our pleasure."

Standing one on each side of me, the girls uncoiled the whips from their belts. They looked at each other, laughing cruelly and once more licking their lips. Then, they stroked the tight, skimpy covering of their mounds, making the latrix draw back to expose their pouting, hairless cunts to my excited gaze. Inserting the lashes of their whips between moist labia, they slowly drew them upwards, coating them with glistening cunt-cream. They each shuddered with lust as the knotted leather rubbed against their swollen clitorises.

Then they began to beat me. The whips bit down on my arms, body and legs. I yelled with pain and began to weep for mercy as the beating continued. The girls laughed, as if my screams amused them. My body was soon covered with spots and lines of blood, where the knotted lashes had broken my skin. After every few blows they drew the bloody, sodden lashes through their cunts. Soon trickles of blood-stained lust-cream were oozing down their thighs. Each girl shuddered orgasmically as she drew the whip between her cunt lips.

The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It felt as if a thousand red-hot needles were piercing my flesh. But even as the pain increased I felt the heat rising in my groin. Despite the constricting band, or perhaps because of it, my penis grew and grew, and my balls swelled into huge, throbbing sacs of pain and need. Even in my agony I realised the diabolical cunning. The whipping not only stimulated the superficial blood flow, it also allowed their body-changing hormones to pass directly into my bloodstream.

At last the beating stopped. Each girl was panting with effort, her breasts slicked with sweat, her nipples hard and erect. They threw aside their whips and, standing between my legs, kissed and caressed each other. Then Charis knelt in front of Eris She began to lick the blood and pussy-juice off the brunette's thighs, before putting her tongue between Eris's cunt-lips and thrusting it against her throbbing clitoris. "Yes, oh yes, just like that!" panted Eris, throwing back her head in ecstasy. Gripping her swollen nipples between finger and thumb, she pulled them hard, so that her breasts were stretched into peaks. The sight was so arousing that I couldn't bear to watch, and I shut my eyes. 

"Look at me!" Eris commanded furiously, "don't you dare shut your eyes for an instant, unless you want to suffer more!" I watched with mounting pain as blood pumped into my engorged prick and was constricted by the tightening band at the base of my balls. Eris looked at me triumphantly and, as if the sense of my growing agony had driven her over the edge, she cried out in the ecstatic throes of a shuddering orgasm.

As soon as Eris had regained her composure, she knelt and serviced Charis. Once more I had to endure agonies as I watched another lovely young girl writhing in ecstatic sexual pleasure. 

As soon as Charis had achieved a shattering orgasm, Eris rose to her feet and stood in front of me. One hand stroked her firm, juicy tits, the other parted the lips of her luscious cunt. 

"What I need now is a nice, big cock inside me!" She said. Then, slapping my hugely engorged organ, "oh look, here's one!"

Eris bent over me and closed her hand around my penis as far as she could, pulling it upright. 

"A poor specimen -- but it'll just have to do!" 

So saying, she faced me, straddled my hips, and holding my glans at the mouth of her cunt, frotted its surface over her swollen clitoris. Then, with a sigh of pleasure, she began to feed its length into her slippery vagina.

It was hard to believe that such a slim girl could engulf such a huge organ. But the monster slid easily up inside her hot, tight cunt, obscenely stretching the lips of her vagina, so that her throbbing clitoris thrust out from her taut flesh. Mewing contentedly she licked her fingers and began to frig herself, while grinding down hard to achieve maximum penetration by my enormous shaft. I cried out in intense pain as boiling sperm surged up from my balls, only to be stopped by the agonisingly tight band around their base. My cries were soon stopped as Charis straddled my head and thrust her sopping cunt against my open mouth

"Lick me, worm!" she yelled, slapping me hard across my already tender chest. My explosive cry of pain evidently stimulated her, as she began to rain blows upon me, while I attempted as best I could to service her with my tongue. She sat down harder on my face, pushing her arse against my nose and stifling me with her sweet juices. Both girls leaned forward, and I could hear their delight as they kissed and caressed each other across my bloody chest, their ecstatic cries mingling as they crushed their slick, heaving tit-flesh together.

Agony was piled on agony when, as soon as they had each achieved yet another series of orgasms, they dismounted from my cock and face and began to rub their drooling cunts across my broken flesh. The effect on my genitals was almost immediate. Incredibly my balls and prick swelled ever larger, while my newly-developed heart and lungs pounded in a desperate effort to keep up with the demands that were being placed on my metabolism. Then Eris and Charis swapped places, the blonde sinking down with a cry of painful ecstasy on my prick, whilst Eris stifled my renewed screams of pain with her drooling cunt.

At last they seemed satisfied with their handiwork. My cock was the length of my forearm, and easily as thick, with a glans as big, or bigger even, than my hugely developed fist. With a look of satisfaction and lustful anticipation, Eris stood over it. 

"Now," she said to Charis, "you know what I want!"

Charis nodded and raised my monster cock off my stomach, holding it upright with both hands, while Eris carefully positioned her arse over its massive, shiny glans. 

"No!" I cried, "you can't possibly do that!"

This only brought a stinging blow from Eris. 

"Don't be a fool of a slave", she cried, "this is the ultimate pleasure. I'm only sorry that I can't suck your life-force as I come to orgasm." So saying, she began, slowly to feed my prick into the hot, tight confines of her pulsing anus. The look on her face, as she gradually sank further down, was a lustful mingling of pain and ecstasy.

Straddling my abdomen, with her back to me, Charis pressed her body tight against that of her companion. Their tit-flesh squashed together, their mounds rubbing against each other, they began to move up and down together. Eris rode my monstrous pole, while Charis shared in her ecstasy, and together they brought themselves to one shattering orgasm after another. Their pleasure was only increased by my tortured cries as my orgasm was denied again and again. 

After what seemed an eternity of torment, the two girls seemed satiated and climbed off my body, their chests heaving with the effort of their seemingly endless climaxes. However, it seemed as if even this were not enough.

"Your turn now." Eris said, turning to Charis.




The World Possessed



Charis looked doubtful, as she turned to look at my prick, which had grown still larger as a result of their ministrations. 

"I'm not sure I can," she said. 

"Nonsense," snorted Eris, "you'll never make Silver unless you can subdue a little prick like that!"

Still looking apprehensive, Charis straddled my hips, while Eris wrenched my prick upright, carefully positioning it at the entrance of her companion's anus. With a look of agony, Charis began trying to insert my massive glans into her tight orifice. 

At that moment, there was a blast of chill air and a horrific roaring. All three of us instantly turned to look for the source of the noise. The girls immediately scrambled off my body, leaving my damp flesh exposed to the freezing wind that now blew through the room. 

The most appalling beast had appeared in the laboratory. The top of its head stood about four metres high and was about a metre and a half long. It appeared to be all mouth, with slavering, blood-flecked teeth like huge, curved steak-knives. Its small red eyes raged as it raised its head to roar again. The hideous monster halted a couple of metres from my shivering body. Folding its legs beneath it, it sank to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. 

Then I saw her, raised on its huge, scaly back, her cunt distended around a massive, phallic spine that jutted from its backbone, just behind its shoulders. 

I knew her at once. The lust and cruelty of my two tormentrices was a poor, pale shadow of what I now saw in her eyes. I knew that I was looking at my goddess, staring into the abyss of desperate, endless torment that would be mine when she had possessed me.