It was about six in the evening and she had just emerged from one of her favourite stores (where the owner called her 'Lady' and saved copies of new videos containing her favourite stars for her) carrying a new treat for her evening viewing when it happened. She felt a touch on her shoulder and turned to see a tall and statuesque blonde woman standing there dressed in respectable middle-class clothes.

"Hello, it's Rose isn't it? How are you?"

This was a situation she always dreaded. Meeting someone who evidently knew her but who rang no bells in Rose's memory. She usually managed to bluff her way to the end of the conversation but she hated herself for never being brave enough to admit to her failing. She hoped the stranger hadn't seen her coming out of Sammy's World of Erotic Adventure!

"Oh. Oh, I'm fine. And you...?"

Who could she be? It wouldn't be easy to forget a figure and face like that.

"Fine, just fine. My that's a lovely dress you're wearing. Is it new?"

"This? Oh no I..."

As she spoke the blonde woman had reached forward with her right hand as if to feel the material of the dress when she suddenly made a gesture as if throwing something over Rose's head. Rose looked down and saw that looped around her neck was a circle of small golden chains. It glittered with a strange energy that hurt Rose's eyes and a sort of leash of the same material ran to the woman's right hand. How had Rose missed seeing it before?

"What? What's going..."

"Be silent." The woman spoke quietly and without emphasis or command but Rose found she could not utter another word. The woman smiled. "Good. Now listen to me carefully. I am going to lead you somewhere. You will walk along beside me and act in a perfectly normal manner as if we were two friends on a shopping expedition. But you will neither approach nor speak to anyone. You will behave as naturally as possible. If you understand all that smile and nod your head and say clearly: 'Yes of course I'd be glad to.'"

Rose listened with horror as the woman issued this set of lunatic orders and found herself unable to utter the protests forming in her mind. Her horror doubled when she found her face creasing into a smile and her head nodding of its own accord. "Yes of course," she found herself saying, "I'd be glad to."

"Then come with me." said the woman, giving a slight tug to the leash. Rose followed dutifully. As they walked along the busy Manhattan sidewalks no-one paid them the least attention. It was as if one woman leading another around on a leash where an ordinary, everyday sight. The woman lead her rapidly from the office district, down back alleys and side streets until she found herself in a district dominated by warehouses and workshops, now locked and shuttered against the night.

Down an alleyway they went and through a small side door which the woman unlocked with a Yale key and shut behind them. She then switched on the neon strip lighting and Rose could see that they were in some sort of deserted warehouse, Her captor lead Rose up to a freight elevator in one corner of the huge echoing room.

"Remove your clothes and place them neatly in there," said the woman pointing to a cardboard box on the dusty concrete floor.

Again Rose found herself obeying until she stood before the stranger naked, feeling at once ludicrous and terrified. She tried to cover her pussy, her wrinkled and sagging breasts but the woman curtly ordered her to stand with her hands at her sides and Rose could do nothing but obey. Once again the woman gave a tug on the leash and lead Rose into the elevator. The gates clanged shut and the platform began to rise.

They rose one, two, three, floors which lay in total darkness. Then they came to a halt on the top floor of the building. Out in the centre of the warehouse floor, lights flickered. Not electric light but a circle of wavering candlelights. The woman lead Rose towards the circle.

As she approached she could see that twenty or thirty naked women were kneeling in a circle each one of them holding erect a huge candle shaped like a monstrous cock four feet long and two feet thick!

They chanted a phrase over and over (in no language Rose could understand) while rubbing their bodies up against the huge wax phalluses. At the centre of the circle was a block of wood six foot long and two foot wide, draped like an altar. Beside it two men in black robes, one a a Negro, were stirring an iron brazier. Three more naked women knelt by them and Rose could see that like her captor and the other women she had seen they were very beautiful.

As she drew closer she could see that they wore steel collars around their necks. The woman came up to the second man at the brazier and snarled to Rose: "Kneel slut!" As Rose obeyed she knelt too and said in a humble tone: "Master, I have brought her as you instructed."

The man turned from the brazier and Rose could see that standing over her was the balding, corpulent figure of Thergo, the man Julie was investigating!

"Excellent, my dear Honey. You may bind her to the altar and you and your sisters will anoint and prepare her."

"Yes, Master. At once! Stand up, you, and lay down on the altar."

Rose found herself obeying. As she lay on her back she felt shackles being placed on her wrists and ankles, fixing her to the altar. Once she was fully bound her captor took away the golden leash and Rose found she could speak again.

"Help! Oh, God, somebody help me!" One of the naked women came and stood over her. She was Chinese and had long, perfect black hair that reached down to her arse. She was smiling gently down at Rose and held in her hands a large wooden bowl.

"Hush, be still. There's no-one to hear you. And there's no need to be frightened. Just lie back and accept what's happening to you."

"What, what are you going to do with me?" "You'll see. Sisters, are we ready?"

Now all three of the naked women were standing over Rose and her captor, the blonde Honey, had stripped and joined them. In addition to the blonde and the Chinese girl there was a Negress and a red-head. All four held wooden bowls and went to stand at the four corners of the altar.

The blonde spoke: "Sisters, this is Rose. Today she is to be reborn as one of Us!"

"All hail the Master. She is one of Us!"

"Sisters, anoint our new Sister and prepare her for the Master!" They dipped their hands into the wooden bowls and brought out handfuls of a yellow, greasy substance. Starting with the extremities of hands and feet they began to smear it into her skin, spreading all over her and being careful not to miss a single nook or cranny.

Rose tried to plead with them: "Let me go! You can't do this! The cop's will be down on you like a ton of bricks. Let me go dammit!"

But the lovely women just ignored her and continued at their work, chanting: "One of Us. One of Us. By the Power of the Master, One of Us."

After a few minutes of anointing and massage, Rose began to feel a strange warmth in those parts of the body covered by the ointment. The skin there felt warm as if she were lying in the sun on a hot beach. She began to feel giddy as she inhaled the fumes from the ointment. Her head spun and she seemed to see images from the porn videos of her collection flash before her eyes. Images of flesh and fucking. For a moment she seemed to be floating above her own body watching the women anoint it.

Then their hands had finished working up her arms and legs and they began to spread the ointment over her breasts. Then over her hips and thighs. Rose could feel her nipples grow hard and sexual warmth begin between her legs. Her breathing deepened and as ointment was delicately worked into her vaginal slit and around and around her clitoris she heard herself start to moan and babble:

"Oh,oh please. Oh, please, no don't! I...No not there...please I...No I never let....no one ever....hot...hard...yes do that! Do it harder....Oh good yesssss"

Then the ointment had covered every inch of her skin and all but one of the women withdrew from Rose. She felt as if she were drifting in a sea of warmth and sexual heat and she just lay back and moaned as Honey lay down on the altar alongside her and fingered her pussy whilst whispering in her ear:

"Soon you will be one of Us. Soon you will belong to the Master, my Sister. Soon you will serve and by serving be truly happy at last. No more loneliness, no more doubts and fears when you belong to the Master! Only slavery and love! Look he is almost ready for you!"

Rose turned her head to see that Thergo had doffed his black robe and stood naked. She did not find his portly body repellent but was drawn to gaze as if fascinated by the huge erection that he already boasted. The other three slaves had knelt before him and were anointing his body with a red ointment.

All the while he and his Negro assistant kept up a ritual conversation in a language that meant nothing to Rose. And the chant of the women in the circle continued. Then when the anointing of the magician was completed, he came and knelt on one end of the altar.

The four women lifted Rose up, raising her arse up to where Thergo's huge anointed prick waited. He thrust forward and filled the wet, gaping pussy that had been prepared for him. Rose felt herself begin to build towards a climax.

She tried to fight against it: "No, I won't! I won't let you...Oh, God oh fuck no, no more!"

Then out of the corner of her eye she saw the Negro magician stirring the brazier. To her horror she saw him take from the coals a red hot burning brand. As she felt the climax build inside her the bright, burning thing was brought towards her left thigh.

"No, you can't! Please don't do this! No! I'll let you...Please! No! ARRRGHHHHHH!" As the red hot iron touched her skin she opened her throat in a scream at the worst agony she had ever felt.

And in that instant she suddenly knew that it was true. She belonged to the man fucking her! She was his property his slave! And it was totally right that things should be like that! She only wanted to serve him for the rest of her life to be his servant and whore!

Tears of joy and tears of pain mingled as she cried out: "Yes! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck your slut! Fuck! I belong to you... I am your slave...Thank you! Thank you! Fuck me! OH MASTERRRRRRRRRR!"

As pain and pleasure mingled in a mind-shattering orgasm, she lost herself and darkness enfolded her.

Rose awoke from a deep sleep. She stretched luxuriously and lazily and realised that she was lying naked on a carpet at the foot of a huge bed. Puzzled she knelt up in place.

A chain led from a ring at the end of the bed up to a collar that she discovered around her neck. It was all very strange but she didn't feel at all frightened. She glanced down and saw that on her left thigh there was a strange mark, shaped like a bird in flight. When she brushed at it to try to remove it, she found that it actually formed part of her skin.

Then she remembered! The ceremony. The branding. And declaring herself a slave as her Master fucked her! Her Master....

"I see you are awake, my dear."

It was him! A wave of lust and devotion rose from inside her and she tried to reach over and touch him. But the collar and chain held her back and she moaned, biting her lip in frustration. Thergo smiled and then barked:

"Kneel where you are! Legs apart, shoulders back! Keep your head down until you are spoken to!"

Terrified of disappointing her Master, Rose adopted the position and waited for his next command, trembling.

"That's better. How are you this morning, slave?"

"Well, thank you, Master."

"Good. No doubt you are finding all this strange and wondering what I want of you."

"I...I only want to know so that I can serve you better Master. I cannot think why you should want me when you have so many women who are beautiful and young!"

"You can't eh? Look over there." He gestured to a mirror set in the wall of the luxurious bedroom.

Rose saw a woman in the mirror. She was young, in her twenties at most, and had long raven hair. Her breasts were full and firm and she knelt with her knees apart displaying a shaven pussy. At her left thigh was the familiar bird brand. Then Rose realised two things at once. The first was that she could see across the room without her glasses. The second was that the woman in the mirror was herself!

She had not looked that good even in the first flush of youth but she could see the resemblance to herself at twenty in the luscious woman in the mirror. Tears of joy in her eyes she looked up at her Master.

"You see my dear, old age is something I can overcome easily. The reason I want you is because you can help me recover something that belongs to me. You work for someone who has stolen something precious. I want you to catch that thief for me!"

"You mean...Julie?"

"Ah you are fond of her, Ms Wellbeloved?" Rose nodded, afraid of what her Master might ask of her."Well, don't worry my dear. When we have recovered the books she stole, she will become one of your Sisterhood, my personal slave and you can serve me together."

At the thought of having her hands on Julie and bringing her to the Master, Rose felt another wave of lust.

"But for now you will serve me and tell me of what Ms Wellbeloved has done with my books. And then perhaps we will hide your new youth and beauty beneath an illusion spell so that you can go back and keep an eye on her for a while. You'd like that? Good. Now tell me about Ms Wellbeloved."

As Julie came into work the next day she found Rose already at her desk and singing to herself as she watered the plants in the office. It was good to hear her being so cheerful.

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