She had received a phone call in her office at the studios in Los Angeles as she relaxed after another hard, exhausting live broadcast. She had been giving stick to bosses who sexually harass their secretaries. It was a good topic. It combined The Cause (as she always thought of it) with scandal and that was always good theatre. She had brought together a secretary who had sued her boss only to have it thrown out of court by the judge. A male judge needless to say! The male chauvinist pig of a boss had been reduced to spluttering incoherence. She had just been relaxing with a scotch and toasting another defeat for male domination and another triumph for the Cause when the phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Miss Marion Garvey?"

"This is MS Garvey, who is this?"

"Ah yes of course 'Ms' Garvey. My apologies. My name is Cherak Thergo, and I am Chairman of the Pan-World Institute. Perhaps you have heard of us?"

"No, can't say I have. How did you get this number?"

"That's not important, surely. I was watching your programme and I was most impressed with your call for more action against sexism. Perhaps the Institute could help. Financially I mean."

Marion's ears pricked up at that and she made aimiable sounds at the unknown voice on the other end of the line. "I'm sure we could send you details...."

"Well actually my dear what I would like is for you to come to visit me here at our headquarters in Carolina."

Marion had stiffened as soon as she heard this obvious come-on and had been about to give an icy refusal when her head suddenly swam and she heard herself saying: "Yes, of course. I'd be delighted to."

"I've arranged for a plane to bring you here. If you go to LAX you'll find it waiting for you."

"Do you mean...now?"

"There's no time like the present. Just get a cab out to the airport and go to hanger 27. They'll take care of you from there."

Again she had tried to protest at this high-handed treatment (more like a command than a request) when again she felt a wave of giddiness and she said: "Right. Yes. Of course. I'll do that."

"Oh and my dear, don't tell anyone where you're going. It would only cause delay and I'm so looking forward to having you as my guest this evening."

He had hung up and Marion had stood in a daze and left the office by her private elevator not even finishing her Scotch. At the airport a private Learjet with Pan-World Institute markings had been waiting. She had intended to ask the crew what their Chairman was like. What the Institute did. But she found herself nodding off and before she knew it the plane was touching down at a small airfield near the Carolina college town of Frobisher.

Now she looked out at the huge fields and wide spaces surrounding the road they drove along. The chauffeur had fielded her questions with "I couldn't say, Miss." and "I'm sure Mister Thergo can answer your questions, Miss." Again she wondered why she had agreed to come. It was most unlike her....But perhaps she could wangle enough money for the Cause to make it worth while her coming.

The chauffeur, Jericho, looked in the mirror and smiled quietly to himself. The woman in the back seat was dressed severely in an expensive "business suit" that did not quite hide the promise of voluptuousness beneath. She clearly thought a lot of herself and of her opinions. Thergo would change that. Jericho knew he would enjoy teaching her her new place.

The car pulled through the gates of a large ante-bellum style estate. Brass plates at the gates declared:

The door was opened by a maid. She was dressed in the classic "French Maid" style showing off her legs and clevage in a fashion that was the picture of a male dream. Marion almost turned at the sight and left again but the same voice she spoken to on the telephone stopped her.

"My dear Ms Garvey. How lovely to see you in person at last."

Then a firm hand was shaking hers and holding it tight. She looked at the owner of the voice (was there an accent in it?). Thergo was a perfectly bald, fleshly and almost corpulent man. He was in no way handsome but Marion found she could not let go of his hand nor look away from his glittering, strangely compelling eyes.

"Thank you," she found herself saying, "It was good of you to invite me."

"You will want to freshen up after your long journey."

"Well, I...yes I suppose so." Why had she said that?

"Go with Pussy here. Do what she tells you and we will meet again at dinner." He let go of her hand abruptly and Marion staggered back. When she had recovered herself she was alone in the hall with the waiting maid. She followed the maid's lead to a luxurious bathroom suite on the upper floor, where two more young women, both beauties, both dressed in the same humiliating fashion, were waiting by a giant tub already filled with steaming water and foam. The maids undressed her, bathed her and washed her hair. She tried to dismiss them but whenever she protested their attentions, Pussy would say: "The Master wishes it done, Miss." and her arguments would die on her lips.

After they had dried her, she asked for her clothes back but they brought her an elegant black evening gown and when she said she wouldn't wear such a piece of frippery Pussy said again: "This is what the Master wishes you to wear." and again her objections vanished from her mind. They gave her no undergarments ("It would spoil the line of the dress, Miss.") but hung pearls from her ears and around her neck and left her hair unbound.

In a daze then she was lead to the door of the great hall. She could not think why she was obeying. But she felt good, relaxed and strangely stimulated to be dressed like this and awaiting the inspection of a man.

"Miss Garvey, Master." announced Pussy as they entered.

"My dear you look lovely. Just as I imagined you would. You are to be congratulated, Pussy." The maid bowed her head. "Come my dear, we will eat and you must tell me more about your work."

Marion recovered some of her composure as dinner was served by the three maids. She talked about her work as a daytime television presenter and about The Cause. Thergo seemed especially interested in The Cause. But when she tried to probe into his own background he avoided the question:

"I can't quite place your accent, Mister Thergo. Where do you come from?"

"I'm afraid you would not find my homeland on a map. I am what you might call a refugee."

"Oh, how sad."

"Not at all my dear. I have everything I could need here. Have some more wine and tell me more about...what was it? Ah yes, 'instituionalised sexism'."

When the last of the meal was cleared away, Thergo took a sip of his wine and said: "So let me sum up. You feel that women are oppressed by a male-dominated society. You feel that women will never be complete until they throw off this domination and establish a world free of of male structures like armies and corporations. Is this right?"

"Well, that's simplifying a lot but yes, basically, that's what I'm saying."

"I wonder how many women agree with you? Pussy my dear, did you hear what Miss Garvey said?"

"Yes, Master."

"And what did you think of it?"

"A lot of silly nonsense, Master. Everyone knows that women want men to dominate and control them. Women love to belong to strong, masterful men. Men like you, Master, who treat us as the objects of their lust and their playthings. No real woman wants freedom when she can be a slave."

Marion leapt to her feet. "I don't know what kind of filthy nest of perverts this is...."

"Oh, sit down and be quiet, 'Ms' Garvey." Bemused by her own meekness Marion obeyed, unable to speak or rise again from her seat. "Surely we should treat this matter scientifically. Test differing theories against reality. Tell me Pussy, is there any way you can prove your assertion to 'Ms' Garvey?"

"Yes, Master, it is easy. If a woman kneels naked in front of a man and declares herself his slave, she will become sexually excited. It is natural. We all do."

"Then let us by all means put it to the test. 'Ms' Garvey come and stand in front of me here."

Marion rose from her seat without consciously willing it and moved towards him. She wanted to cry out, she wanted to turn and run but she could no more regain control of her actions and her voice than she could fly to the moon. Externally she seemed calm, if a little dazed, but inside she was a trapped animal. Trapped in her own body which no longer obeyed her.

"Now we must have you naked. Cherry, Honey, remove 'Ms' Garvey's dress. Gently now. It's very valuable. And the jewellery. Don't be afraid my dear Marion. This is just a scientific test. What a lovely body. A shame to hide it away. Now kneel, my dear, spread your knees wide. That's good. Now I want you to repeat what Pussy says."

Marion's head whirled and she tried to fathom why she obeyed each command instantly. Kneeling nude before him was the most frightening thing that had ever happened to her. But already she could feel the stirring of excitement. Of sexual warmth, tingling in her nipples, heating her between her legs.

Then she found herself repeating the words the maid whispered in her ear: "I am your slave, Master....I am yours to command, Master....I long to serve you, Master....Use me as you will Master."

The other two maids, Cherry and Honey, came over and examined her.

"Her nipples are hard, Master," said Cherry.

"Her pussy is dripping, Master," reported Honey holding up the glistening fingers she had used to explore inside the kneeling woman. Thergo leant back in his chair, sadly shaking his head.

"Oh dear, and I had hoped that you would be the exception to the rule. You see my dear, I find that all the women I bring here turn out to be slaves in the end. I've searched high and low for one that isn't. But all of you turn out to be slaves. This rather makes a nonsense of your Cause, doesn't it?"

"Please, I don't know what's come over me...I'm sure..."

"No my dear, it's no use pretending. I cannot permit you to return to your television program and fill more women's heads with such silly thoughts. You are a slave. You want to be a slave. All that remains is the ceremony to make you a slave and to find you a Master. Don't worry you'll be much happier."

From somewhere Marion found a last resource of inner strength. She forced herself to her feet and managed to speak: "I will....go...now! You can't....keep....me....here!"

But at a gesture from Thergo two of the maids grabbed her arms from behind and forced her, sobbing, down on her knees again.

"Rebellion? I see we will have to teach you your place. Jericho!"

From a side door, the Negro chauffeur emerged. He had changed from his uniform to a pair of shorts above which his naked torso was displayed. In one hand he held a set of chains attached to something metallic. In the other he held a leather whip.

"Yes, sir?"

"I have a new slave for you. But this silly slut is trying to tell me she doesn't want to be enslaved. Convince her otherwise."

"My pleasure sir. Cherry, Honey hold her still."

He brought forward the set of chains in his left hand. As it approached Marion could see that the chains linked together a metal collar and a set of wrist cuffs. With a practiced air, the Negro snapped the collar in place around her neck and then the two maids forced her wrists into the cuffs so that her hands were held high up her back just below the collar.

"Now, what's this I hear about you being disrespectful to the Master? Is this so white slut?"

"Please, no please, don't do this..."

"You've got to learn you're here to serve, little slut. You do what you're told like a good little slave."

"No, I'm not...You can't make me..."

"Can't I? I think twelve would be enough, if you agree sir?" Thergo nodded his head magisterially.

"Now listen to me little slut and look at me!" Marion looked up tearfully at the Negro towering over her. "I'm going to whip your lily-white ass for you. Twelve strokes. Then if you don't say thank you real pretty and kiss my feet you'll get another twelve. Understood?"

"Please, I won't...I'm sorry I..."

"Honey hold her head down."

The maid thrust the head of the sobbing woman to the floor. As the first of the twelve blows landed on the TV hostess' backside, Thergo sipped the last of his wine in appreciation. Soon she started to shriek: "NO PLEASE! AHHH GOD NO! NO MORE! I'LL DO IT PLEASE!"

But not one blow was omitted as Jericho laid each one deliberately and firmly. A few moments later, her back red with stripes, Marion lay collapsed at his feet.

"Now let me hear you say, "Thank you." Come on say "Thank you for correcting me, Master." Let me hear you say it." Her head was reeling and she would do anything to avoid more pain! But strangely her sexual excitement had grown with each blow of the whip!

Now, Marion pulled herself up to her knees and said: "Thank you. Thank you...for correct...for correcting me, M..M..Master!"

"And what else do you have to do?"

Painfully Marion shuffled over to where her tormentor stood and looked up at him. His implacable face struck her anew with a wave of sexual excitement. Suddenly the thought struck her: perhaps they were right! Perhaps she had been deceiving herself and others! Perhaps this was what she had wanted all along! To kneel at a man's feet and call him Master! Her head reeling she bent to kiss his bare feet.

Thergo came and stood by the Negro.

"Take her to holding cell fourteen for the night, Jericho. She is yours until the binding ceremony at dawn."

"Yes, sir. Thank you. I'll look forward to training her."

The balding man leant forward and lifted up the sobbing celebrity's face to his. "Don't worry my dear. Once the ceremony of binding is complete you will not think of rebellion ever again. You will think of nothing but pleasing your Master. And all this misery will be behind you."

"Please,nooooooo...."

"Remove her. Pussy bring me a phone."

As the sobbing woman was taken away, Thergo lit a cigar and dialled on the phone his 'maid' had brought him. As the long-distance call went through, he idly ran his hand up Pussy's leg and cupped the bare and shaven cunt at the top. A shiver of ecstasy ran through the 'maid' at his touch.

"Mister Charles. I have the item you ordered. Yes the chestnut filly. She will be broken and ready for delivery in about two weeks. Not at all. It is my pleasure. May I remind you that final payment must be made when you collect? That will be most satisfactory. A pleasure doing business with you. And perhaps we will be able to help you in the future. I look forward to seeing you when you pick her up. Until then."

He hung up and savoured his cigar for a moment.

"Is my bath prepared, Pussy?"

"Yes, Master and your sleeping things laid out."

"You did very well tonight, Pussy. You deserve a reward. Leave the others to finish clearing up here. Get washed and changed and then come to my room."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you Master!" Thergo smiled benevolently and strolled upstairs. A quarter of an hour later, a timid knock came at the door of the master bedroom on the first floor of the College.

"Come!" said Thergo from where he sat, wrapped in a silk dressing gown at a personal computer. The door opened and Pussy entered the room. In obedience to Thergo's standing instructions to his slaves, she entered the room on her hands and knees. She was dressed in nothing but a red silk tunic and a steel collar. Having paused to close the door behind her, she crawled across the thick carpet to where her Master was working. Trembling with desire, she bent her lips to his feet, kissing them in a sincere gesture of submission.

"Enough."

At Thergo's word, Pussy knelt back up and assumed the kneeling position, legs spread wide apart, hands resting palms-up on the thighs and head down. And waited. This was only the second time that she had been in the Master's bedroom since he had enslaved her. Whenever she was near him, she felt a wave of lust and submissive desire. Naturally as a slave she felt that way about all men, that was the Law and her purpose in life.

But Thergo, THE Master was causing her such fierce need that she could hardly keep still. She knew that the other slaves felt the same way about him, at least until they were sold and assigned to Masters outside the College. She had been overjoyed when he ordered her to report to him. But now he was making her wait! She could hardly think of a crueler torture. Her nipples were already so tight that they ached; her pussy was so wet that she thought that she could feel her juice running down her thighs and dripping into the carpet.And she was frozen in position, not even allowed to touch herself!

Her Master continued to work at the computer, occasionally entering mystical symbols into a notebook. Greatly in need, Pussy began to whimper. Thergo paid her no attention. She needed fucking and now! Desperate, forgetting her training, she spoke: "Master, please....."

Thergo turned to her, his face like thunder: "What? You dare to interrupt your Master? To speak without permission?"

Terrified, Pussy fell on her face and started to kiss his feet once again.

"Forgive me, Master! Forgive Pussy, please! Forgive a poor hot slut, who only wants to serve you. Please, Master, please!"

"Go to the foot of the bed. Punishment position two!"

Whimpering, Pussy crawled to the foot of the huge double bed. She pulled herself up one of the ornate bed posts and gripped the bed stead with both hands. She stood with her legs wide apart and her ass sticking out behind her. She turned and looked over her shoulder at Thergo. The wizard snapped his fingers and the nine-bladed slave whip that hung on the wall, as it hung on the wall of every Master's room at the College flew through the air and hovered just over her perfectly presented posterior.

"I don't want to hear another sound from you until I am ready for you. You will take your punishment in silence and then I will see that you are kept simmering for me!"

He clicked his fingers again and turned back to the keyboard. The slave whip drew itself back of its own accord and began to lay into her. Pussy wanted to scream as the first blow hit her, she wanted to let go of the bed and run away from the pain. But the Master's commands froze her in place. She could no more use her voice or move from that spot than she could fly to the moon.

Time and again the whip struck her tender ass. Pussy counted the strokes, five...ten...fifteen...when would it stop. At twenty, just when she thought she would faint from the pain it stopped. Even so she could not break position.

Then she discovered what Thergo had meant about being 'kept simmering'.

The shaft of the whip moved between her legs and began to rub along the length of her slot! The juice began to flow even more copiously from between her nether lips and her throbbing clitoris was rubbing against the leather. If she could have spoken she would have babbled her gratitude to the Master!

Thergo finished the notes he was making for the magical ceremony in the morning: the ceremony to transform a feminist TV celebrity into a whimpering slavegirl. He would have to adapt his standard spell to make the loss of memory inherent in it only temporary, his client had specified that. Now all was ready and he deserved a little pleasure. He looked to where the lovely Pussy writhed against the whip.

It really was amazing what a transformation slavery worked on a woman! Before Thergo had taken over the College, Pussy had been the Librarian here, a prudish spinster of thirty-five, given to banning 'dirty' books and organising church socials. Pussy remembered nothing of her previous life and was much happier for it. At least when she wasn't being punished!

He went and lay on the bed and looked at the slave at the foot of it. "Are you sorry, now, for your disobedience?" Still bound by the injunction to silence, Pussy nodded her head emphatically. "Want to make it up to your Master? You do? Then come!"

At a snap of his fingers Pussy floated through the air, away from the handle of the whip and up onto the bed. Thergo parted his robe and brought the levitating slave down so that her face was resting against his groin.

"Now get your lips around your Master's cock, slut!"

As he lay back and savoured the feel of her eager lips on his hardening organ, Thergo rejoiced once again that he had found this haven: a world where magic was thought to be mere superstition and where he was the most powerful mage in the world. He was hard now and he could feel Pussy's teeth lightly gripping his cock beneath the head as her tongue flickered delicately over the glans. Thergo grinned to himself; to think, only two years ago all she had known about was Dewey Decimal Classification and singing in the choir!

"I'm feeling tired. Get on top and ride me!"

Still silent, Pussy rose to her knees and straddled her Master's cock. Slowly she lowered herself down onto it; her cunt was wet and eager but also educated and trained. She gripped the magician's wand firmly in her love channel and then began to ride him, slowly and deliberately moving his sex the length of hers, until it was almost out of her and then plunging down it until she swallowed his full length inside her hot, tight hole.

As he built towards his climax, Thergo thought as he always did of the world he had left behind and the enemies who had chased him from it. One day, he vowed to himself, one day he would return and with the disciples and servants he accumulated here, he would destroy those who tried to destroy him. He had blocked the route between the worlds and he would return in his own good time and have his revenge. Revenge!

As the images of what he would do to his other-worldly rivals filled his mind, Thergo exploded in orgasm. The slave Pussy arched back and threw back her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. When she had licked his juices and hers from the Master's cock, Pussy crawled from the bed as Thergo pulled the sheets over and around him. She crawled to the foot of the bed and lay down in the thick carpet there and composed herself for sleep. If the Master needed her again during the night he would call her and like a faithful dog she would hurry to serve him again. Thergo turned out the light.

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