Two men stood at a window. They were dressed in grey business men's suits but there was something about them that hinted that such was not their usual attire. They were standing by an open venetian blind and looking out on a sunny day. Through binoculars they gazed down on the street far below. They spoke to each other in a strange, lilting language.

It is so easy. They fall into our hands like ripe fruit.

The man who spoke was the taller of the two and younger than his companion, a dark, wryly ironic little man.

The beauty of it is that the secret is ours only. Only we can come to this place. Together we can harvest as many as we want and reap the profits. Quality with uantity. We need only take the best.

What about that one? At the shop window.

The blonde? Too old. The one in red?

Too skinny. Ahh, now there, there at the fruit seller. The brunette.

Ah yes! Petite and curvy! That will do nicely.

Susan was standing in Oxford Street when it happened. She was on her way back to her job for another boring afternoon sorting insurance claims and she had stopped to buy herself some apples to munch during the afternoon. As she reached out and took the apples and held out a fiver to the barrow-boy she suddenly felt a wave of sensation rush over her. It was not quite pain and not quite pleasure. There was giddiness and a lurching sensation for a moment and her sight blurred. When it cleared the man was holding out her change and looking at her in concern.

"You alright, sweetheart? You look a bit pale."

She tried to answer him but for a moment she could not move; she could not even blink. Then suddenly her body was straightening up and smiling. Her body smiled but she did not! Her body was moving without her telling it to.Suddenly she found herself like a driver thrust into the back seat and unable to control the vehicle.In growing horror she heard her voice speak without her willing it.

"Sure I'm fine, sweetheart.Keep the change.Get yourself laid. I'd stay and give you a quick fuck but I've got another appointment."

Then she found she was walking away, her backside wiggling at the spluttering cockney as she left him behind. Her handbag swinging jauntily she walked down one of the alleys leading off Oxford Street and into a small non-descript door. It opened onto a small nineteenth century office building.Her internal panic growing she climbed a winding rickety set of stairs past small businesses ("The Blenheim Domestic Agency Founded 1904", "Worldwide Photography. Discreet and Private Service.") and up to the attic of the building. Through another open door which she locked behind her and turned to survey the room.

The room was nearly bare of furnishing except for a huge old-fashioned pot-bellied stove in one corner, which contained a blazing fire despite the heat of the day. By it a tall man was shutting some venetian blinds. In the far wall was a huge oak carved door, made of some dark polished wood and carved with oak-leaves and nymphs being chased by satyrs. The corners were marked with astrological and arcane symbols. It seemed totally out of place in these tacky surroundings.

On the floor were two huge pentagrams inscribed with strange runes. In one another man sat, eyes shut, in the lotus position holding before him a wooden staff tipped with a jewel that was glowing a strange pale blue. She found herself removing her clothes and going to stand, nude, in the other pentacle. Once there she stopped being moved against her will but found herself instead unable to move at all. The man opposite opened his eyes and stood. The two men began to converse in a language unfamiliar to her. It would have been unfamiliar to the Earth's greatest linguists. The two men came and stood by her and the tall man reached into the pentacle to touch her breasts, buttocks and run a finger along the crack of her pussy. To her horror she found that she was responding to that stimulation, despite or perhaps because of her helplessness her nipples hardened and her pussy began to moisten.

Did you have to draw attention to yourself? The tall man was angry.

A little jest, my friend. We won't be back to this city, this London, for a while. Give the local constables something to think about. The dark man smiled.

Do the tests. This will have to be the last for now.

Then there were lights, green and white, pouring over her from the tip of the staff. Again she felt that strange lurching sensation that had come over her in the street. The dark man began to ask her questions, a strange accent tainting his English. She answered without choice, her voice flat and expressionless. Was she married? Parents alive? No and No. Her job? Her friends? Her medical history? Her parents' medical history? Had she ever had a 'supernatural' experience?

She heard herself answer: "Not before today." At that the dark man laughed and translated the reply to share it with his friend. Then her sexual history. Her tastes. The age she lost her virginity. Had she ever tried anything unusual or kinky. No and no.

She seems ideal. An office worker. No close relatives.

Her aura shows no sign of disease. One last test then.

Then the questions were over. After a brief consultation the dark man turned to her and the colour of the light falling on her turned to red. Like an electric shock a wave of sexual desire, of deep sexual need, washed over her. Her breasts ached and her nipples suddenly became rock hard. Her hands touched her breasts and then down to her cunt which had become dripping wet in an instant. Then suddenly the wave of lust became focused. She wanted the tall man to fuck her. More than that she needed him to fuck her. Then suddenly she knew that the tall man was far greater than she was. She was a mere worm, not fit to lick his boots. She fell to her knees before him and then onto her belly. She tried to crawl towards him but found that she couldn't leave the pentacle. She moaned, unable to reach him.

That confirms it. The strongest response today. We will store her and convert her first of all.

Then the wave of desire faded as swiftly as it had come. She was standing and turning, leaving the pentacle and walking to the oak door which opened of its own accord before her. She passed the stove where the tall man was feeding her clothes and belongings to the flames. She stepped through the door and into pitch darkness. She felt herself falling and loosing consciousness.

When she recovered awareness of herself she was lying on a cold flat surface. She was naked but the air around her was warm. She could not move even to open her eyes. For a long time all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing and other soft sighs from nearby. Then she heard a door opening in the distance. Footsteps and voices coming nearer. Then they were standing over her and something cold and metallic was being fastened around her neck.

Open your eyes and stand

The words did not seem to come to her by her ears. They reached right into her mind. She could do nothing but obey. She stood and found herself by a marble slab. Before her were two men, young men in their twenties. They were dressed in light leather armour and one had a leash in his hand that lead to whatever was around her neck. A collar? The man's lips were moving and again she heard a command she couldn't disobey ring through her head.

Follow me

He gave the leash a little tug and lead her away. She walked past a dpzen more slabs on each of which lay a naked woman. They were blonde or brunette or redhead; white or black or oriental. All were still except for their softly rising and falling chests. All were beautiful.

Then she was out of the room and into the night air, scented with heavy flowers and warm against her bare skin. She was being lead along a covered pathway. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that she was in a huge estate moving between buildings that reminded her of Spanish or Roman villas. The night sky was tinted a strange purple and she saw hanging over the huge domed building to which the man was leading her two full moons. Wherever she was it was not the Home Counties!

A huge pair of double doors opened before them as if of their own accord and they were inside the building. It was huge and circular, something like a mosque or cathedral. The only light came from the moonlit windows and a huge circle of lights. As she was lead through it she saw that they were large candles held by naked women, dozens of them! They knelt with their legs spread wide apart, heads bent and as she passed into the circle they defined they began to mutter over and over a whispery phrase in some strange language.

The man lead her to an altar in the centre of the circle and at his command she laid herself on it. Hands fastened metal bands with chains attached to them around her wrists and ankles. Then as the collar was removed from her neck she found herself able to speak and move for herself again but bound to the altar. She heard panic in her voice as she called out:

"Please. What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this?"

She got no reply but there stepped into her field of vision the dark man she had seen before. He was now dressed in a hooded robe and carried his staff in one hand and in the other a small knife. He did not speak to her or listen to her pleadings but began a strange ringing, ritual speech in a harsh guttural language unlike the one she had heard him use before.

Other voices answered him in ritual response and behind them was the continuing chant of the women. Then he brought the knife down to her belly. She screamed convinced that that moment was her last, that she was to die as a sacrifice. But he only made a small nick just above her navel and she felt blood welling up and gathering there. He dipped his finger in it and marked her body with symbols written in her own blood. Then after more chanting he was handed a small gold ring. He brought it towards her head and she could see that it was engraved with letters and symbols. She felt her head held in place by strong hands. There was a brief moment's pain and then the ring was somehow firmly fixed through the septum of her nose. She could feel it lying against her upper lip.

Then there was a sudden hush as the dark man shucked off his robe and climbed onto the altar and stood over her for a moment. She looked up the length of his naked, muscular body and saw that his prick was already half hard. It was large and circumcised. Then he knelt over her and with his left hand he firmly grasped the ring in her nose. The staff he held in his right hand began to glow red at its jeweled tip. He began to gently brush it across the tips of her breasts and began chanting again.

As the staff touched her and as the chanting from the other figures began to build she felt once again the strange wave of overwhelming lust that the man had caused in her before. Her nipples hardened and her pussy began to moisten. Throbbing waves of lust began to build in her as she felt him move the staff down between her legs and rub the glowing head against her cunt lips. It began to dip inside her and open her up.

"Don't stop. Please do it...Do it more...Do it hard....Please, my cunt, I'm so wet and juicy..."

She heard herself moaning and begging and the man smiled but stopped neither his chanting nor his stimulation of her swollen sex lips. She felt the hard jewel strangely hot against her throbbing, sensitive clitoris. The force of her lust built to new heights and she strained at her bonds, the metal cutting into her wrists as she tried to reach him, to touch him, to touch herself.

"Please let me...I want to...I'll do anything...anything...There's nothing you can't do to me...There's nothing I won't do...Let me touch... Let me suck, lick...My cunt, My hot cunt!"

Then he was kneeling between her legs and bringing the tip of the staff to touch his own cock now swollen and fully hard. The glow jumped from the staff to his prick which began to glow red as if lit from inside. He handed his staff to someone else and with his freed hand raised her arse up in the air. He impaled her on his hard, throbbing cock and began to fuck her in a slow deliberate way.

It felt to her as though his cock was burning, a brand inside her filling her with a fire that burned away all thought of anything but sex. All her previous life was burning up in the fire he had lit inside her. All her previous assumptions burned away and she knew one thing for certain: This man was her superior. All men were superior to her but this man in particular. It was his right to use her for her pleasure. She was just a worm who had no rights and no duty but to serve him. Nothing could be too good for him. She wanted to serve and belong to him.

"Yes, fuck! Fuck me! Oh, shit, your cock, your cock, cock, cock, your cock in my cunt. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck me. Fuck me anytime, all the time. Fuck me forever! I'm yours. You can use me fuck me wipe your feet on me trample on me. Fuck me. I'm yours. You own me. I'm yours. Your slut. Your whore. Your slave. Your Slave. YOUR SLAVE. MASTER FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLAVE! MASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then as they both came, darkness enfolded her and she knew why she had been brought here.