One naked woman, a blonde, was licking at his erect cock as if it were a giant lollipop whilst a naked redhead nestled his head between her ample breasts.
"You approve of our arrangements, Senator?"
The big Southerner looked over at his host. Thergo was equally naked and accompanied by two more fabulously beautiful women, one Chinese and one American Indian. Not being one to enjoy nestling, no matter how ample the breasts, Thergo had both of them orally attending to his erection.
"Best damned weekend I ever did see, Mister Thergo! I'm right glad you invited me! This place you've got here, well it well nigh passes belief. And the things you've shown me...Well, it's no wonder my little Candy is so well trained. So eager to please."
"I'm glad you're happy with her. Candy is one of our earliest... graduates and a fine advertisement for our system."
The Senator nodded. "Yeah, your system." He thought for a while and then said: "And you say that it can be used on any woman?"
"Any woman at all, Senator. We guarentee that after a week at the College, she will be eager to serve in every way."
"Then I reckon we can solve my little problem to our mutual satisfaction. Just one thing though..."
"Yes, Senator?"
"I've noticed that Candy is a little...vague about what she did before your...treatement."
"Yes, we find it better to remove their memories of being free. It is kinder in the long run."
"I don't really have any desire to be kind. Kindness is not one of my priorities, if you get my drift. I want her to know what's happened to her. I want her to remember what she was and know what she's become. You getting my drift?"
Thergo smiled. The Senator clearly wanted his revenge to be total.
"Yes, indeed. It will be as you say. The customer is always right!"
They laughed together at the prospect of what was to happen to the woman who had crossed Senator Blake Wharton the Third.
**********
Congresswoman Gloria Hammond turned her face away from the throng of the party and stifled a yawn. She hated throwing these affairs but it was part of a politician's job to reward and thank those who had elected her. At least it was the job of any politician who wanted to get re-elected. At least she had the resources to do a proper job.
Her home was large and sumptuous, the legacy of her late husband, one of the very few Negro millionaires. Harry had worked hard to become rich, too hard for his own health, and had collapsed from a coronary five years ago. She had sought a refuge in politics.
"Gloria, my dear! So that's where you're hiding!"
Her lovely ebony face was spoilt for a moment by a frown of annoyance which vanished beneath a fixed smile as she turned towards the voice. She certainly didn't remember inviting the Senator! Blake Wharton was the most corrupt politician in the State and that was saying something! She had been digging out some very interesting material on his connections with a mysterious charitable Foundation run from a former Baptist College in the town of Frobisher. And now here he was, with a large, quite handsome Black man in tow.
"Senator, how delightful! I'm so glad you could come."
She smiled brightly, her contempt for the man clear to both of them.
"Oh, it's my pleasure! Permit me to introduce my friend, Mr Drumm. Jericho, Congresswoman Hammond."
"A pleasure, Mr Drumm," she said, reaching to shake his out-stretched hand. "And what brings you to..."
Suddenly, a shock ran up her arm as if the strange man's hand was an electric wire. She felt her body go rigid and then the stranger's eyes seemed to fix her in place like a pin piercing a moth. She felt as if her mind was shrinking, collapsing in upon itself under the glare of those eyes.
And then it seemed she was hovering in the air over her own body. She watched as it began to move again as if a puppeteer had picked up the strings. As if from a great distance she watched, helpless, as her body moved without her commanding it. It greeted the stranger, accepted the invitation to dance and moved out onto the dance floor, moving sensuously close to him, gazing fascinated into those stern brown eyes.
Unable to take a single action, she watched as her body left arm in arm with the stranger, telling the servants to attend to her guests and walked to the strangers car. She watched as her body got into the car and then suddenly found herself back inside it, strapped in beside the stranger. She turned to him and opened her mouth to scream. But his fingers flickered in front of her face and she was enfolded by darkness.
**********
She awoke in pitch darkness. Her mouth was dry and there was a pain on her left hip as she lay on it. She shook her head to clear it and reached down to where the skin hurt. Her left hip had a plaster over it but apart from that she was naked.
What had happened? She could remember the party, meeting the Senator and then...
What had happened then? She had left with the stranger, the Senator's friend, that much was clear. And he had brought her here, wherever here was. She could see nothing and only feel that she was lying on a concrete floor. Was this a kidnapping?
Gloria gathered her courage about her and began to rise to her feet, determined to explore her surroundings. She got to her knees and then when she tried to rise higher, fell back, chocking. There was a metal collar around her neck, and it was chained to something. She felt along the chain and found that the other end of the chain was fixed to a wooden post.
She sought for a means of releasing herself but found none. She tried pulling on the chain but could not shift it. Exploring around the post to the limit of the chain she could find nothing but a small hole in the floor from which nauseating smells came.
She tried crying out but all she got was the sound of her own voice reechoing from distant walls. She lay there in the dark for what seemed an age, trying to fight down the rising tide of panic she felt inside.
And then she heard footsteps, bare feet on stone coming towards her. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a light coming in her direction. It was a lantern, an old-fashioned oil lamp and it was coming along a corridor towards her. As it came closer she could see that the corridor was the other side of a locked 'cage' door and that the man carrying it was Jericho Drumm, the one who had taken her from the party.
He was wearing a deep purple robe, tied at the waist and as he unlocked the door and shut it behind him his face bore a most unpleasant smile of anticipation.
"Hi, sugar! How you doing?"
He swaggered over to a huge wooden chair that lay just outside her reach and settled down in it. His robe gaped briefly and she could see that he wore nothing beneath it. His cock was circumcised and slightly erect. She looked away for a moment and looked back to see him inspecting her with amusement. She decided to face him with bravado.
"Is it money? I don't know if my bankers will pay up. The FBI always takes over when a member of Congress vanishes..."
"Oh no, sugar. It's not for the money. We've been paid well in advance." She felt a wave of fear touch her at that. Fear and...something else.
"The Secret Service too. You don't think you can get away with..."
"Oh, but we already have. We've nearly finished what we were paid for. Do you know where you are? No? Underneath Frobisher College, home of the Pan-World Institute."
She shivered. "So you're the myterious people who've been making all those 'contributions' to the Senator's fighting fund."
"Yes, indeed. Or rather my boss is. He wants nosy parkers kept away from his business. And he pays the Senator well to see that they are."
"And just what is his business."
"Magic."
"What?" Gloria couldn't quite believe her ears.
"Magic. Sorcery. The Black Art. Thaumaturgy. Call it what you like. Mr Thergo is the real McCoy. How else do you think I got you here, sugar?"
She opened her mouth to argue and remembered the paralysing effect of Jericho's touch, being thrown out of her own body.
"What would a...a..."
"Wizard."
"If you say so. What would a wizard want with scum like the Senator? If you can turn lead into gold..."
"Oh, access to important people. A buffer between us and...enquiring minds like yours. Besides, the Senator is an appreciative customer."
"For what? Magic wands? Crystal balls."
"What we make best. Slaves."
That word seemed to hang in the air between them and she was suddenly aware again of her nudity and the collar and chain she wore.
"They use mechanical pickers on cotton now."
"No, there ain't much call for field slaves. But we provide specialised merchandise. Pleasure Slaves."
At his leer, Gloria felt a cold shiver run through her.
"No, you can't..."
"Oh, but we can. We do. Every week here we train dozens of lovely young women. Submissive, obedient and eager women. Made that way. By Magic."
"No, no, it's impossible..."
"Impossible, oh no, sugar, very possible. In fact it's already been done."
"What..."
"Get down on all fours!"
At his barked command, Gloria found herself dropping to her knees, her hands going to the floor before her. Her body had obeyed the command without her volition, without her thinking!
"What happening? What have you done to me?"
Jericho grinned. "What we do best. You are now, and forever, a slave!"
Gloria's mind reeled at the idea. "No, please, no, you can't..."
"Shut up, slut!" At the command all her protests dried in her mouth. He clicked his fingers and the chain holding her collar to the post suddenly vanished.
"Come over here and lick my feet." She found herself crawling over, still on all fours to the bare feet of her captor. Her head bent towards the floor and she began to kiss, slowly and lovingly. As she knelt at the humiliating task she felt another unpleasant surprise. She was growing damp between her thighs and her nipples were hardening. What had they done to her mind? Could all his talk of magic be real?
"Turn around and show me your ass!"
Unwillingly but instantly she did so and felt his fingers probe between the cheeks of her behind. "Hmmmmmm, hot already. That's what I call a lovely ass. And a juicy cunt. "
She shuddered and felt her arousal grow.
"Kneel up and face me, slut! Spread those knees wide apart so's I can see you and clasp your hands behind your kneck." He grinned again as he saw the signs of sexual arousal and confusion in her face. "Still don't believe?"
Gloria found she could speak again. "But you can't get away with it! I'm a congresswoman, I'll be missed!"
"Ah, yes. Thanks for reminding me. We can take care of that now. Look here!"
He gestured and from thin air appeared a mirror before her. She looked at herself, kneeling nude and collared.
"We'll start with your tits. Play with them, slut. Squeeze those nipples, get them hard."
Her hands rose to her breasts, again without her will. Her arousal grew still more intense and she felt her nipples harden afresh and heard moans escape her lips.
"Please...oh, don't make me..." Jericho sat back in his chair and brought his hands before his face. He began to mutter under his breath and gesture repeatedly towards the kneeling woman. Beads of sweat began to form on his brow.
Underneath her massaging hands the flesh began to ripple. She did not, could not, stop playing with them but she looked down and then at her image in the mirror. Her breasts were growing! Swelling and becoming larger, firmer. From her quite modest bust they grew until they were the size she'd seen on 'top-shelf' magazines with names like 'Big Mommas' and '40+'. She looked over at Jericho.
He grinned. "The Senator likes them big. So do I."Then he concentrated again and the pattern his fingers wove changed. "Put your right hand down to your pussy." Instantly she obeyed and a fresh wave of lust filled her as her fingers touched her throbbing clitoris and entered her already soaking pussy. Her shame at the humiliation she was undergoing and her fear at the unknown powers reshaping her body only increased her lust and sense of longing.
"Look at yourself, slut!"
Jericho put down his hands as his incantation finished. In the mirror she saw another woman, younger than the woman she had been moments ago, perhaps teenage, certainly no more than 20. She looked a little like the former Gloria but no one would believe they were the same person.
"Oh, God no..."
"Oh, yes. From now on there is no more Gloria Hammond. From now on your name...let's see...yes, your name is Sugah. And you are a slave. Who are you?"
"I...I am Sugah." She could not stop the words from leaving her any more than she could take her hands from her tits and pussy. Her old identity, all the status that a Member of Congress could own, vanished in that instant, to be replaced by a woman filled with lust and a growing sense of her own subjugation.
"Slaves address men as Master. Who are you?"
"I am Sugah, Master. Please...please don't..."
"Want to come, slut?"
Did she want to come? Every fibre of her yearned for release. But however busily her hand moved, that moment of ecstasy remained beyond her reach.
"Yes, Master, please..."
"Slaves can only come when they serve their Masters. That's part of the magic." He twitched aside his robe to reveal his half-hardened cock. "See this? It can make you come. But first you have to prove what a good slave you are. Beg, slut, beg to be allowed the honour of serving me."
A shudder ran through Sugah's writhing body. The command forged a new link between her sexuality and her submission. The more she was degraded the higher her passion, her need grew.
"Please, Master, let me serve you. Let me give you pleasure. Let me open my legs for you. Please stick that big black cock in me. I want your cock in me. Anywhere. Fuck my cunt, my ass, my mouth. I beg you. Take me. Use me. Fuck me please. Please, kind Master, please."
"Get over here, slut, and suck me." Eagerly she broke her pose before the mirror and scrambled on all fours to kneel between his legs. "Don't stop playing with your cunt. That's good. Ahhhh."
Her mouth engulfed his cock and she felt him harden at the touch of her tongue running around the head. "Oh, you are a hot little slut. That's nice. You've done this before! Yesssss, good. A talented little cocksucker. I'd like to keep you. Keep you for my very own. Pity you're already bought and paid for. Still, I get the pleasure of training you. That'll have to be enough. Alright, on all fours, get that ass up in the air!"
"Ahhh, FUCK!" Sugah gasped with ecstasy as the cock she had sucked to rock-hardness entered her wet, eager cunt. The crude comments had only raised the fire in her loins still more. Whatever they had done to her had made the ideas of being owned, of being commanded, of being humiliated light roaring furnaces of need and sexual desire in her. Bought and paid for? Who? Who?
"Thank you, thank you, Master! Fuck, oh fuck me...Yes, so hard, so good, fuck, FUCKKKKKKK!"
As she felt hot come spurt inside her her own climax washed over her and she knew she was a slave because she could not live without this pleasure that came from serving. As she lay exhausted from her climax, she felt a moments pain and looked down to see that Jericho had removed the plaster from her thigh. A small mark was visible there, shaped like a bird in flight.
"A lovely brand. You should be glad, slut." He stood and went to retrieve the lantern. She looked around and saw that the chair, the mirror and the post had vanished from the room. He walked towards the door, taking the light with him.
"You will be staying here for a while. Until your training is further along. Use the hole to piss and crap in. I'll be seeing you later. Sugah."
Somehow she managed to find the nerve to ask the question most on her mind: "Master." He stopped, surprised. "Who is it that...bought me?"
He grinned. "Guess."
And he left her to the darkness and her fear.
********
A few weeks later, a car drew up at the front of a huge, white Southern mansion and out climbed Jericho. He opened the door on the passenger side and out got a young Negro woman. Dressed in a simple but stunning red dress, she kept her eyes submissively down as they entered the building and Jericho lead her to a large, sumptuously furnished office. Behind a desk sat Senator Blake Wharton the Third and at his side stood a gorgeous blonde girl waiting to take dictation.
"Senator, this is Sugah. Sugah, down on your knees, slut. This is your owner."
The Senator grinned and the blonde girl looked sulkily jealous.
"Well, now Mr Drumm, looks like you've done a fine job of work. Come here, Sugah."
She crawled forward to the man who had once been her enemy and who now owned her body and soul. He drew her towards him and smiled down at her.
"Pleased to be here, Sugah?"
"Yes, Master."
"You know I think I'd like it if you called me Massa. Just like the good old days, eh?"
The added touch of humiliation sparked her need, her lust to be dominated once again. To him she was as much a slave as her ancestors had been.
"Yes, yes, Massa."
I hate him. I hate him, she thought as he ran his hands over her breasts and down towards her pussy, both naked beneath the dress. I hate him. But, God, how I need him.
"Yessss, touch me. Please. Massa."
And so she remained until the wizard Kandoulos came along to close down Thergo's empire. But that's another story.