Thergo winced as the plain, severely dressed woman banged her fist down on his new desk.
"Yes, Miss Rogers, I hear quite clearly. There is no need to shout. I repeat..."
Prudence Rogers glared down at the large, elegantly dressed and totally bald man behind the desk.
"I know, I know, your phoney institute has bought out the college, lock, stock and barrel. It's all perfectly legal, I'm sure. But I just know that there's something dirty going on here and I intend to make sure the Governor and the state Senate hear about it!"
She stalked from the office and slammed the door behind her. Thergo sighed. Another complication in establishing his base at the former Rock of Ages Baptist Theological College. He rose and went to gaze out of the window. The magnificent view across the campus had belonged like the office to the college President. Now it was Thergo's and the president and four trustees had committed suicide after a complicated fraud had been discovered and bankrupted the college. Thergo's plan was going perfectly. Except....
He pursed his lips with displeasure as he saw the dumpy figure of the college librarian stride with determination across the campus toward her office. Miss Prudence Rogers was going to be a problem. But Thergo thought about the way he usually dealt with problems of female origin and smiled. She would need a little work from the physical side but that should be no problem. He turned back to his desk and pressed the buzzer that would call his secretary. Shortly a vision of blonde loveliness in a tight dress appeared.
"How may I serve you...Sir?"
Thergo smiled. She was used to addressing him by another title, but had been forbidden it in public.
"Contact Mister Drum, Candy and ask him to step in. I have a job for him."
*********
Prudence walked wearily back to her apartment in the campus staff accomodation after a frustrating afternoon on the telephone to various local and state politicians. People seemed to loose interest in her very fast when she tried to throw suspicion on someone who was buying up a defunct local institution and securing jobs in the area. She would have to try again tomorrow. Perhaps ask if the FBI knew anything about him.
As she opened the door she nearly tripped over a package lying in the entranceway. She picked it up and saw that it was about the size of a book and had no return address. Opening it she found a video tape and a form letter.
"Dear Madam...Blah...Blah...A free sample of our new range of educational videos...Hoping to receive a favourable response."
She put it on the table in the entrance hall and went to the kitchen to get herself a frugal supper. She sat down on the sofa with her TV dinner a short while later and reached for the historical novel she had laid down the night before.
These 'bodice-rippers' with their lovely heroines, always being rescued at the last moment from a 'fate worse than death' by stern but understanding heroes, were her only vice and her only source of sexual excitement. She would often fantasise with herself as the captive of pirates or Bedouins. In reality she knew herself to be plain and pushing forty. But when she reached for her book her hand found instead the video-tape.
She blinked for a moment, puzzled that she remembered having left it on the table. Then she shrugged and decided to pop it into the video anyway. She then sat back and reaching for the remote control tuned the TV to the video channel. The tape began abruptly with the simple title: TAMING THE PRINCESS
"Doesn't sound educational," thought Prudence, "Have they sent the wrong tape?"
The title faded and she found herself looking down on a great hall in a Romano-Greek style. People in all sorts of garb, Roman, Arabic and even Norse leathers and furs. Then a title was superimposed on the scene:
They were dirty and one or two had lips that had been bleeding or black eyes. All of them were bound to a common chain, a slave coffle with irons at throat and legs. As the camera panned along the faces of the line of women they looked away, terrified. Then suddenly a man in armour was looking out of the screen and pointing directly at Prudence.
"That one!"
There was the sound of locks clicking open and then suddenly from out of nowhere, she felt her arms grabbed by strong hands. Her senses whirled and when she could think again, the soldier, the warror was looking at her from no more than a few inches away. He was truely there, she could feel his breath on her face.
"What... What's happening?"
Suddenly, the warrior's hand smashed across her face and amongst the pain she tasted blood in her mouth.
"You were not given permission to speak! Yes, this is the one we want. Bring her."
The hands holding her gripped even harder and she found herself being frogmarched across the great echoing hall. Her head whirling, Prudence looked around her. She was there! In the great ancient hall surrounded by men in archaic costumes and terrified women captives. How could this be happening? Had she fallen into a dream, a nightmare?
She looked down at herself and saw she was still wearing the same blouse and slacks she had been watching the video in. What could that mean? Suddenly she was brought to a halt by a huge brazier filled with blazing coal. Before her a set of steps lead up to a throne where a huge figure lolled in the shadows.
A voice came down to her: "Is this the barbarian Princess?"
The soldier by her side spoke: "It is, Majesty. The Princess Prudence."
"What an unweildy name. We will have to change it to something shorter and more...suitable. Release her."
The hands let go of her and she staggered forward. Rubbing her arms she looked upwards and saw leaning forwards into the light, the round, smirking face of Thergo!
Her temper flared: "You! Are you responsible for this? What are you trying to pull? How dare you..."
"I have brought you here to decide your fate,...Highness. As the leader of your people you must be made a symbol of in order to reduce resistance in others. Master Jericho," he gestured to a shadowy figure standing just by his throne, "will perform the necessary rituals, once we have examined and prepared you."
The figure stepped forward and revealed itself to be a huge black man in a long multicoloured robe. He gestured down towards Prudence and muttered a few words under his breath.
"What? What the hell are you talking about? Don't you realise we take this kind of thing very seriously in Carolina! You're in very big trouble!"
"On the contrary, Highness, it is you who are in trouble. Don't you realise that you are completely in our power?"
Her temper flared again at the ludicrous mockery he put into 'Highness': "The hell I am!"
Thergo's voice was quiet but firm: "Oh but you are. Why else would you have removed your clothes and cast them into the flames?" Prudence looked down at herself and saw that she was standing naked before her enemies. She looked across to the brazier and saw her slacks, blouse, bra, even her shoes were there melting and smouldering in the flames. Her hands flews to cover her breasts, her pussy and she felt a huge scream of terror build up in her.
"Silence!" The scream was choked off at a command from the black man, Jericho. She could make not a sound although all the terror was still there. She looked up and saw Jericho and Thergo coming down the steps towards her.
"Stand up straight," snapped Jericho, "and clasp your hands behind your neck. You are to be inspected."
Without her willing it, she felt her body straighten and her arms move so that her body was displayed to the gaze of the two men. They did not seem impressed.
"She is far from prime material, my dear Jericho. The body is past its best. The wrinkles and general flabbiness." Thergo sniffed in disdain.
"No, Teacher. But it is important that she be enslaved. And we can take care of her appearance. I think that she has the necessary fires within her. With your permission?"
Thergo nodded and stepped back to watch. Jericho raised his hands and from his finger tips beams of red light sprang towards the terrified woman. As they touched her, Prudence felt a wave of pure animal lust wash over her. She heard a moan escape her lips as her nipples hardened to aching tenderness.
"Oh, oh, please...please...", she gasped as she felt a suden moistness form between her thighs. She wanted desperately to move her hands down to touch herself but she could not break the position she had been commanded to hold. She pressed her thighs together, trying to squeeze, to stimulate the throbbing heat she could feel in her clitoris.
Suddenly, Jericho lowered his hands and the need, the passion ended as suddenly as it had begun. She shuddered and felt dampness roll down her thigh. Thergo smirked.
"Yes, indeed. There is a hot slut hidden inside that dumpy form. We must give it a better vehicle to express itself. Carry on, Jericho."
Jericho raised his hands again and suddenly a huge mirror appeared before her, reflecting back at her the dumpy, aging body her captors had been so disparaging about. She tried to turn away from the sight but Jericho barked: "Look at yourself, slut!" and her eyes turned back, her will overriden.
Jericho pointed at her feet and a beam of bright blue light sprang from his finger-tips. A circle of blue fire formed on the floor at her feet, and a strange humming sound came from it. "Keep looking, slut and see your old self for the last time." Again Jericho gestured and the circle of fire began to rise up and up the body of the paralysed woman. As it passed, it seemed to burn, to sear her. A circle of fiery pain was passing up her body and below where it had passed she could feel...nothing.
Prudence stared down with horror as the firey disk moved up towards her eyes and the sensations of burning cut her off from more and more of her body. She wanted desperately to scream but her voice was no more under her control than her body. And then the disk was at her throat, at her chin and rising....
And then it was gone and she was looking into the mirror again. But it was not the dumpy form she was used to seeing that was reflected there. Instead she saw a young woman, no more than twenty. Where Prudence had been dumpy, this one had a fantastic figure, long legs, a slim waist and huge, firm breasts tipped by large, dark nipples. Her hair was lush and long enough to reach her waist. And the face...
The face, Prudence realised, was her own but transformed to a vision that breathed sensuality, from the dark inviting eyes to the full, pouting lips. It was the Prudence she had fantasised about over her romance novels. But there was no sign here of her fantasy Prince come to rescue her. The mirror disolved into thin air and Prudence saw the two men step forward towards her their eyes drinking in the sight of her nakedness.
"Excellent work, Jericho. A lovely transformation."
"Thank you, Teacher." Jericho gestured and the mirror vanished. "Do you wish to handle the binding?"
"I think so, Jericho. This one shall be my personal property. Give me the brand." Jericho took from his robes a steel band that Thergo placed onto his right hand. The black wizard then helped Thergo to remove his robes, standing naked before Prudence, his circumcised cock already coming to half-mast. His intense eyes bored into her and then he thrust his right hand deep into the blazing coals of the brazier. Flames welled up around his hand but he seemed to feel no pain.
Muttering a few words under his breath he held up his other hand. It began to glow with the same red light that Jericho had used before. "Let the fires of passion, of slavery and lust burn in this woman. Let her old self be burned away in the white-heat of submission." Thergo opened his hand and the red light shone down on the naked form of Prudence, still bound to the spot.
Instantly, she felt the same consuming lust well up in her loins. But this time it was focused, centred on the man before her. She wanted Thergo to touch her, to fill her, to fuck her. In a tiny corner of her brain, her old self was fighting, screaming at the fate that awaited her but it was being overwhelmed by the need, the lust that the fire roused in her. "Oh, please, please...", she heard herself say. Was she begging to be released or fulfilled? She could not say.
Thergo smiled cruelly. "Are you hot, little Princess? Play with yourself, slut. Show me how hot you are!"
Without her willing it, her hands unclasped from behind her neck and moved down to cup her breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard and aching, like little burning nuggets in her hands. Her right hand then snaked down to touch her pussy, to finger the lips, already dripping with wetness, to circle around the throbbing clitoris and to plunge deep inside her hot, hot hole.
"Please, no, no, don't make me do this! I need... I must... Please..."
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried, rubbing, touching, thrusting, but always failing to bring herself to a climax.
"Look at me, slut!"
At the imperious command, she focussed again on the man before her. His cock had swollen to full erection and was glowing with the red, red fire as if lit from within.
"Here is the only thing that will give you release. You know that don't you?"
She felt herself nod, her mouth too dry to speak.
"Hands behind your neck!"
Unwillingly she obeyed.
"Come closer."
She stepped forward, eager to reach the magician but was brought up short by a barked command within a few inches of touching her goal.
"This is what you desire. Isn't it? You need to be fucked, to be used as the slut you really are. But there is only one way that you can earn what you need. Only slaves are permitted to serve me. Only those who humble themselves are allowed the joy of the slave fire. If you want release you must beg for it."
In a tiny corner of her mind, the old, dowdy librarian was crying out against her imminent extinction. But too much of her had been overwhelmed by the lust she had always kept confined to fantasy.
She heard herself cry out, almost joyfully: "Yes, yes! I need it! I want it! Take me! Make me yours! Make me your slave. Please, please, I beg it!"
Thergo withdrew his right hand from the fire. The metal band was glowing with heat and on it was a small raised metal design. Swiftly he brought his two hands to her hips and with unhuman strength lifted her from her feet and brought her down again, impaling her on the burning brand of his cock.
She shrieked to the skies in mixed pain and ecstasy. The smell of her burning flesh as the brand touched her skin and the pain and pleasure of the burning phallus within her overwhelmed her senses. She felt her old life burn up inside her, old memories, old beliefs gone as she was reborn. She was a slave, she was owned, and her Master was fucking her!
"Oh, Master, yes, yes, hard, harder, do it! Fuck me, fuck my pussy, oh yessss! Fuck me! Own me! I am yours. Your slave! Thank you, thank you, Masterrrrrr!"
As his cum filled her like a burning wave she felt her mind flare in joy and pleasure and darkness enfolded her.
*************
She awoke, lying on cold marble. She stretched contendedly and rolled onto her side, only to wince in pain as it touched the floor. She looked down and saw a fresh mark, a brand there. It was in the shape of a small bird. She smiled. It would look lovely once it was healed.
She rose rockily to her feet and looked around. She was on the stone floor of a huge library. It looked slightly familiar but she could not place quite why. Then she turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. It was him! Her Master! She ran towards him, her heart filled with the need to be near him and stopped short as he glanced at her.
"Kneel!"
She assumed the subservient position instantly, afraid to displease her Master. He approached and raised her face to look in his.
"Yes, you make a lovely slave."
"Thank you, Master. I hope to please you."
"I think you will. Yes, after training you will enter my household. And I think I will give you a name. It will be more convienient." She frowned realising that she had no memory of her name, or of ever having a name. She tensed waiting to hear her new identity.
"I will call you...Pussy. Do you like that?"
"Oh, yes, yes, thank you Master. Pussy thanks her Master." She bent her head to kiss his feet in a gesture of humble thanks.
"Good, good. Now go with Candy here," he said gesturing at another slave waiting behind him. "She will see to your lodging and training."
As the two ensorcelled women left, Jericho turned to Thergo.
"Well, let's hope that all our problems are solved as easily as that one."
Thergo grinned, pleased with himself. "Don't worry. All our problems
with women will be. And next time, I think I'll let you handle the binding.
You're ready for it and it's time you had a slave of your own!"