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Subject: {ASSM} THE WIZARD (Part 2 of ?) Sugar's Tale. by Boris Ludmenkov. MC, Transform, Mf, D/S, BE
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This is the first of two parts I'm posting now of a story I've been
working on for a while. It isn't going fast but I thought I share the
first couple of bits with you now they are finished. The rest you get as
and when I finish it.
This is copyright Boris Ludmenkov 2000. Please do not repost or reuse in
any way without the author's permission.
This is a fantasy and if you can't tell the difference between fantasy
and reality you should seek professional help. If you are reading this
at an age when your legislators say you should not: GOOD FOR YOU! (I
don't believe any 'warning' I could give would have the slightest legal
effect if the authorities chose to prosecute me so I don't feel the need
to be hypocritical....)
THE WIZARD PART TWO:
Rebecca sat there for a while, thinking about what her sister had said
and when she spoke her voice was surprisingly calm.
"Might I have some fresh tea?"
"But of course."
She drank it thirstily. Her mouth had grown dry during her sister's
narrative and she had to take deep breaths to force her heart to beat
more slowly. But she still wasn't calm when she looked at him and at her
sister kneeling by him. She felt the emotion she was suppressing,
trembling under her heart. It was anger.
"Why? Why all... this?"
"I'm sorry? I don't understand the question?"
"Why are you wasting your time, the knowledge you have on this sort of
self-indulgent, gross, ludicrous...."
"Now, remember what I said, dear lady..."
"The hell with what you said!" She stood and stalked about the room.
"You could be ending wars, curing diseases, feeding the hungry...."
"And instead I'm playing games? Is that how you see it?"
"Yes!"
"Well, there are three things I have to say to that. Sit down, young
lady, I don't care to crick my neck looking up at you." Still, seething
she sat again. "Firstly, how do you know I'm not using my abilities?
Quietly, behind the scenes, subtly."
"You are?"
"The world is not quite such an alarming place as it was a few years
ago. There are fewer nuclear weapons, fewer dictatorships. Things are
slowly improving."
"People still die. People still kill people. You could..."
"Ah,, and here we come to the second reason. I find that just like God,
I can't use my full powers and still let mere humans have lives that
mean something. I have to give you the chance to do things yourself,
make choices that mean something. If I give you everything you want you
will have nothing to achieve for yourselves."
"Well then, why not let people know what you know? Give your magic to
the world. Make everyone a wizard."
"And there is my third reason. The day is coming when someone will
duplicate my research. And I believe, taking the human race on average,
they will not be as restrained as I have been. The world will be divided
into haves and have-nots, as it always is. But the haves will be able to
make themselves gods. And the have-nots will just have to bow down and
worship, no matter what sort of gods they are. Gods perhaps who don't
care if their worshippers give them devotion freely, as I do with mine."
And his hands lightly touched Sugar and Jane's heads as they knelt
there, either side of him.
Rebecca found herself trembling.
"What are you doing about this?"
"Doing my best to ensure that when the breakthrough comes, I will be in
a position to impose some sort of order on things. I very much hope I
will be successful."
"And in the meantime you make women into your toys. That doesn't make me
very happy at the prospect of you as the next Odin or Zeus."
"No, no, you don't understand at all!" Surprisingly, it was the black
woman Sugar who spoke. Both Rebecca and Mayne looked down at her in
surprise. She lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, Master. I spoke out of
turn."
"Not at all, my sweet Sugar. I always value your insight. Suppose you
tell us what you feel is going on."
"What is going on, Ms Freeman, is that he gives a few lucky people the
chance to get their heart's desire. And at the same time teaches them a
valuable lesson."
"Which is?"
"That everything, even your heart's desire, has a price tag on it.
Master is not some Genie giving out wishes for no reason. He expects us
to work for our happiness. It is sweeter for that."
"Tell our guest how you came to join my family, Sugar. I think she
would find it enlightening."
SUGAR'S TALE: VIRTUAL LIVING.
Oh, well. I don't know...
Well, if you say so, Master, of course.
How to start. Well, I was living in New York in those days. I was about
five years out of college and I had a job working for one of the big
software companies. It was just like Dilbert. You know Dilbert? Lots of
little worker ants in Cubicleland, struggling to keep their jobs and
keep sane. I worked hard five days a week sitting in front of a computer
screen and at weekends and in the evening, what did I do for
entertainment? Sat in front of a computer screen of course!
I used to spend my time working on little programming projects of my own
(which were going to make me rich when I finally completed them) ,
playing computer games and hanging around on the Internet chatting with
all the other lonely, clever people out there.
I don't know if all the clever people in the world are lonely but if you
are both clever and lonely, the Internet is the place for you. You don't
need to go through all the complexities of so-called Real Life, you can
find someone on the Net who wants to talk about what you want to talk
about, who will be interested in you, if only for half an hour. And as
they say, on the Net no one knows you're a dog. They don't know who you
are beyond your nickname and maybe your e-mail address.
It was just about ideal for someone like me. I sometimes thought that
there had been a class I had missed at school, a class where they taught
you all the tricky things that I had never managed. Things like how to
ask someone to come home and have sex with you, simple little things
like that. You'd think there would be books that tell you how to get
around all the complicated parts and explain just what you want. If
there were they didn't stock them near enough to the computer manuals
for me to notice them. So there I was at twenty six, and my sexual
experience was confined to a couple of frustrated and frustrating gropes
and an intimate knowledge of my own right hand.
But on the net, you can have some sort of contact. It's not the real
thing: it's just virtual. You find someone on the chat rooms and you
have long distance mutual masturbation. It's surprisingly effective.
Surprisingly pleasant. I used to hang around in the chatrooms and the
IRC groups and every so often I'd go up to one of the men and ask them
to order me about.
That was my thing you see. That was the part I couldn't figure out how
to explain to anyone. Even if you can say to someone 'Come home and have
sex with me' you'd then have to say 'Oh, could you please treat me like
a slave, a slut, a servant huh, please, huh, huh? No, no pain or hitting
please, but I wanna be told what to do, I wanna serve you please?' And I
couldn't. I just couldn't.
No, I know you can't see why, Cherry. But for one thing, I'm black.
That's just one reason. It's not easy for a black person to admit to
themselves that they want to call a man 'Master'. Especially if he's a
white man.
But there ain't no black and white on the net. You can be anyone. And so
I was fucktoy or littleslave or even (just once but it did make me horny
as hell) niggaslut. And I'd let people who called themselves things like
BigDom or MasterStud or LordVictor order me to do things to myself and
call myself terrible names. Terrible, wonderful names. I did my best to
do what they told me to (although some of the things they wanted were
physically impossible, I swear.) I acquired a number of bits of
playgear, vibrators and cuffs and nipple clamps. And every so often I
would get terribly depressed about how I was passing the time and I'd
have to swear off the chatrooms for a while I'd go and fill my evenings
with computer games until I got the urge bad again.
I'd just finished a project that had a nice bonus at the end of it and
bought myself a nice new computer with a really fast modem and a really
fast processor. I got it set up and spent the first few hours playing a
fast shoot em up game and then I decided to try out the web browser.
I'd been away from playing for a while and I was feeling the need for
relief so I went and got my toybox and put it by my chair. I had a
shower and changed into my dressing gown and went and sat at the
computer.
First thing I did was drop into a couple of web sites I knew where the
latest gossip about where's hot and what's new is posted. And I heard
about a wonderful new MUD called The Wizard's Tower. A MUD's a Multi-
User Dungeon, like a lot of chatrooms but with scenery and special
effects. And the special effects on this one were supposed to be
wonderful. And best of all, its theme was Masters and Slaves, the good
old Male Dom, fem sub fantasy that I loved so well.
So, I went and tried it out. There was a really complex signing on
interface with lots of fancy graphics. And the first thing they wanted
was to know if I'd been there before. I said no. Then they wanted a
name, so I told them Sarah Brown. I had a pretty good idea who Sarah
Brown was, she was a real, shy, homebody type. A blushing, cautious
first-timer. I always liked to have a clear idea of who I was being when
I wasn't being myself.
Then it was
ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE, SARAH BROWN?
Not that smart a machine obviously. I clicked on FEMALE.
DESIGN YOUR PERSONAL ICON.
And then the screen went through something like one of those Identikit
things the police use but for the whole body. They let you design a
picture that other people in the MUD would see when you were in that
location. It took me a while but I made Sarah Brown look quite good. A
tall, elegant brown-skinned woman in a sort of cross between a mini-
skirt and a Greek tunic.
And then there was a last warning:
YOU HAVE CHOSEN A FEMALE IDENTITY. BE WARNED THAT IN THE WORLD OF THE
WIZARD'S TOWER WOMEN ARE TREATED AS PROPERTY AND OWNED BY MEN. YOU WILL
BE SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER AND OWNED BY THEM FOR AS LONG AS YOU
REMAIN. TO LEAVE NOW CHOOSE EXIT.
So it isn't as if I wasn't warned. I chose ENTER THE WIZARD'S TOWER.
And the screen changed. Incredible graphics. Amazingly good sound: the
sound of a woman's breathing. I was looking out through the half closed
eyelids of Sarah Brown. She was looking down at her sandeled feet. They
were chained apart and fixed to rings on a wall. I typed LOOK AROUND.
And then I got the most unbelievably good view of where Sarah Brown
found herself. She looked left and right and saw to the left a bare
stone room with a brazier full of coals and wood providing a little
light. To the right was a wooden door. Ahead.... Ahead was a mirror.
Sarah Brown, wearing a sort of Greek tunic thing. Basically two bits of
thin cloth tied at my shoulders and bound at the waist.
Sarah Brown was really very nice. She looked very valuable merchandise
hanging there with her ankles and wrists fixed to the wall. I wished
(oh, how I wished) I looked like that in reality. I felt a longing, a
need that I had known before begin to grow. I knew I would be
disappointed, even disgusted with myself when the fantasy was over but
for that moment I didn't care.
And I saw at the bottom of the screen a bar of colour begin to grow. I
wondered what it was. I pressed f1 and for a miracle I actually got a
Help box. It said the bit at the bottom was Sarah Brown's Arousal
Indicator. She seemed to be turned on by the situation just as I was.
She wriggled in her chains as if disturbed by what she was feeling.
And then the door opened. My field of vision swivelled automatically to
it, without me having to do anything and I was looking at a man standing
in the door. He looked, well big, white, lots of leather and a whip.
Your typical fantasy slaver. Sarah Brown's Arousal Indicator took
another jump as he came over and put a collar and leash on her.... On
me. The graphics, the realism, made it a lot easier than normal to get
into the fantasy, to make myself wear her skin.
I could hear her breathing quicken and a little cry she made as the
slaver unlocked her from her chains and then turned her about face to
the wall. My view changed to the grey stone of the wall close up.
And then he spoke. Lower class British accent. Like Bob Hoskins only not
so nice.
"I won't have any trouble with you, will I slut? I don't think you'd
like it if I had to get rough with you."
Amazing. You could actually hear... And the voice was as good as a
professional actor. I typed "NO, I WON'T BE ANY TROUBLE". And then I
heard the words coming back at me! Sarah Brown's voice! It was.... Gosh.
I can't tell you how that made me feel. So involved. So *there*!
He cuffed my hands behind me and lead me down a corridor. My bare
footsteps going slap-slap on the stone. His boots beating out a. God,
but it was....
And then I was being lead into a large room. There were alcoves with
people lounging in them. I couldn't see them well but they were men, big
muscular men being served by women in skimpy silk tunics, collars and
chains. Oh, yes. The whole 'Gorean' thing.... You're not a John Norman
fan, huh? Don't worry. You're not alone. Well, then I'll just say it was
one of those sword-and-sandal flicks come to life. I could hear moans of
lust coming from the dimly lit corners of the room as I was lead in and
stopped in a pool of light at the centre. A voice spoke from behind me.
"My Lords, brave warriors and learned mages, I present for your
delectation a new morsel but lately arrived in our lands by the
beneficent magic of our Overlord, the Wizard. A dark little package,
plump and juicy and fit for any man's chain. Let's take a look at her!"
And then the guard tugged at the fastenings of my tunic and the belt at
my waist and I was standing there naked, just the way I'd fantasised a
thousand times.... I looked down and I saw my breasts, my nipples hard
and sticking out and my, that is Sarah Brown's Arousal Indicator went
near to the top of the scale. Oh my.
They started bidding in silver but went into gold quite quickly. (I
never did work out how the money worked in the MUD. Not something a
slave girl has to worry about.) I was (Sarah Brown was) sold for what
sounded like a respectable sum of money. The slaver tugged on the collar
and I was lead to one of the alcoves at the back. There was a man there.
A big, muscly, rather cruel looking man. Naked. Oh, my the pixels on
him.....
Now, I know that it must seem ridiculous. It was just a computer
animation and the person at the other end (I'm pretty sure it *was* a
person and not a computer program) could have been a scrawny pencil-
necked geek jerking himself off in front of the screen as he saw 'Sarah
Brown' brought towards him in chains. Probably was. But he knew how to
play the game.
It is a game. Or a dance. With steps as formal as a pavane.
He asks you your name and you reply Master has not given me a name.
He asks what your name was or what your last Master called you. And
maybe he gives you your own name back or maybe he calls you something
new. This one (I mean my new Master. I mean the Mighty Warrior Durthgar)
said that my name would be slut until he made up his mind.
He got me to pose.
He got me lick him from his toes to the tip of his unbelievably thick,
long cock.
He got me to beg. I love begging. I love a man who makes me beg. That
shocked you, didn't it, Ms. Freeman? When you saw me begging Master's
forgiveness, licking his feet? Well, Ms Freeman, frankly, fuck you! I do
what I need to do to get my jollies, to get my daily dose of pleasure
and joy. So fuck you and fuck your disapproval.
Yes, Master.
Well, at the end of the session, I was spent. Wrung out and sweaty and
my right hand was exhausted from the typing and my left was exhausted
for other reasons. My 'Master' ordered me taken to his chambers and I
finally worked out how to disconnect from the MUD as I was being dragged
along the corridors.
And then a final dialogue box came up.
DID YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY IN THE WIZARD'S TOWER, 'SARAH BROWN'? Yes/No.
I clicked on Yes and wondered why there were quote marks around my
username.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY A NEW SERVICE BEING OFFERED BY THE WIZARD'S TOWER?
IT IS A NEW AND EXPERIMENTAL FORM OF VIRTUAL REALITY WE ARE TESTING.
Yes/No.
Well, if they had something even more intense than that I wanted to try
it. I clicked on Yes and the screen said:
EVERYTHING YOU NEED WILL BE SENT TO YOU. GOODBYE, 'SARAH BROWN'. RETURN
SOON TO THE WIZARD'S TOWER.
I was too tired and too satisfied to wonder what all that meant so I
logged off, powered down the computer and went to wash my hands before
going to bed.
The next day was Saturday and I slept late only to be awoken by the
sound of the doorbell. I grabbed my dressing gown (with the scent of
yesterday's cyber-debauch still on it) and went to the door to sign for
a package. I scribbled my name with my eyes still half-glued shut and
dumped it on the table while I went and showered and got myself ready
for the day. So it wasn't until I was sitting at the breakfast table
supping my coffee, dressed in a clean bathrobe and listening to the
inane gibbering on talk radio that I looked at the package again.
It was addressed to 'Sarah Brown'. Care of my address. And the return
address just said: THE WIZARD'S TOWER. And no more than that. Which was
spooky.
Oh, I could think of a couple of ways of doing it. I was a computer
professional and I could probably get the address of someone from their
e-mail address. Not nearly fast enough to pull this off though.
I opened the package. And inside was a VR headset, a CD-ROM disk and a
piece of paper saying
WITH COMPLIMENTS
THE WIZARD.
I decided to try it out before deciding if I was going to sue the son-
of-a-bitch for invading my privacy. Plug the headset in. Power up. Put
the CD-ROM into the drive. Give it a push and waiting while it goes
install, install, install. Put the headset on.
Big gold letters floating in front of my eyes.
PRESS F2 to continue. PRESS F3 to exit.
I fumble with the keys I can't see...
And there was a <<THHHHWAPPP>> sort of a sound and I was kneeling on a
big oak floor. I was naked and there was a collar around my neck.
I don't mean there was the illusion of it. Not just visions floating in
front of my eyes. I WAS THERE. I could feel the weight of the collar. I
could smell the beeswax someone had used on the floorboards. I could
hear the breathing of the man standing beside me holding the leash to
the collar.
I looked up. There in the flesh and blood was my Master, Durthgar. He
himself, not his pixels. He looked down on me, not unkindly. His eyes
were a little bloodshot and his breath smelt as though he'd had smoked
fish for breakfast.
"Stay there, little slut. And don't worry. You'll be all right with your
new Master."
"Uhhhh...." Was all I could manage to say. And when I said it, I heard
myself say it in Sarah Brown's voice. I looked down. There were Sarah
Brown's tits. And Sarah Brown's legs. All inside Sarah Brown's very
nice chocolate skin.
"Uhhhh.... Look...."
Master did not want to hear his slave's words of wisdom. He jerked the
chain of my leash hard and said: "Shut up, slut! Here he comes!"
I looked up across the room (a Hall more like, a big feudal castle's
hall) at a man coming towards the two of us. He was (what was it you
said Cherry?) 'terribly, terribly British: looks good and my god doesn't
he know it'. Well, the Britishness wasn't all that apparent at first
because he was wearing what looked like a Chinese Mandarin's silk robes,
with extra dragons. Sort of like Fu Manchu as played by Christopher Lee
but with better dress sense. Durthgar bowed to him.
"My Lord Wizard, here she is. In payment of my debt."
"Ahhh, yes. Very nice. Yes, I'll happily accept this as payment of your
debt to me." The voice was indeed, very, very British and it made me go
all quivery. He smiled a bit as he took the leash. "And perhaps it will
teach you not to gamble when drunk."
"It will perhaps teach me not to gamble with wizards at all. Girl, this
is your Master now." And he turned and stumped out of the room.
The Wizard picked up the end of my leash and I felt the chain moving
across my tits. I can't tell you how horny and how frightened that made
me feel, all at the same time. It was quite, it was utterly impossible
for me to be there, feeling what I was feeling at that moment. I wanted
it so much and it terrified me so much that I could hardly speak.
"I...look...this is just..."
"Hush, slave. What did your last Master call you?" He took hold of my
chin in his free hand and and made me look at him as he examined me.
Well, for some reason that calmed me down Hearing my cue or something I
suppose. "My last Master just called me Slut, Master."
"Ah, now that won't do. If I shout 'Slut!' I'd be surrounded by every
girl in the place. What was your name when you were free?"
"S...Sarah Brown, Master." I liked the feel of his hand on my, on her,
skin. The smell of his breath. Oh, god it was all there but it couldn't
be.... It was too much and it was impossible....
"No. Not right. I shall call you Sugar. My lovely brown Sugar."
"Yes, Master. My name is Sugar." It's a dumb thing to be called, right?
Especially when he's got girls called Honey and Candy and Cherry and
Sherry and Brandy... I guess he's just orally fixated. Stop giggling,
Cherry, you daft Limey bitch. Anyway, made me shudder when I said it,
dumb or not.
He tugged at my leash and lead me away across the hall. I was down some
steps and into a big communal bath room. He handed me over to a big,
middle-aged, matronly lady and told her to get me cleaned up and ready
to serve him lunch at noon. She took away my old clothes and dumped me
into a big sudsy tub of hot water. And I got the chance to be alone and
feel my way around Sugar's body.
Which I did. To my pleasure and amazement. I could actually smell my own
excitement, I mean the juices coming from me... My nipples were hard and
thumbs and when I pinched them... Well, I didn't think twice about
trying out this bit of the simulation! I came once before I got in the
tub, once while I was in the tub and once while I was drying myself in
front of a mirror afterwards. (Had to go back into the tub to clean off
the mess I made that last time. God I stank of sex! It was
wonderful....)
Still, a short while later I was wearing a red silk tunic that looked
drop dead gorgeous against my skin and I was standing outside a door
with a tray of food in my hands. I was about to serve the Master lunch.
I was shaking a bit so I took three deep breaths and knocked.
By now I had tried five times to turn off the program and I couldn't
figure out how. But after that incredible time I had in the tub I was
beginning not to care. Now, I was going to get the real thing. Sex with
another person and in the way I had always dreamed about. I didn't care
if it was 'virtual' any more. It felt real in every way I could test and
a difference that makes no difference is no difference. Right? Right.
So he calls 'Enter!' in that upper-class British way of his and I'm
inside and standing there with the tray and looking round at where to
put it. He's seated there at a table, still wearing his robe. He's got a
huge stack of notes and books in front of him and he's looking at me in
a quizzical raised-eyebrows, 'Mr Spock' kind of a way.
"Put the tray down here, Sugar and come and kneel in front of me."
"Oh, yeah! Right! That is, urrrh, Yes Master!"
And I nearly trip over my own feet and I'm thanking God that he doesn't
have any kind of fetish for high heels on his girls because as it is I
nearly pour the whole tray over him and it's only by the grace of God
that I get it down safely on the table and kneel in front of him.
"Knees apart, back straight and hands resting palm uppermost on your
thighs, Sugar."
"Uhhh, yes, Master, sorry, Master.... Urrrh is that better?"
"A little. Didn't your last Master teach you any proper manners?"
"Not really, Master. He was more interested in urmm..."
"In 'urmmm'?"
"In fucking, Master."
"Hmph. So I have acquired an untrained slave?"
"Uh, pretty much, Master. Yes. Sorry."
"Nothing to apologise about. I shall look forward to the challenge. Is
there anything you are trained in. Apart from 'urmmm'?"
"Database applications? Object oriented programming?"
He grinned at that.
"Not at a premium around here, I'm afraid. Let me see how you manage to
serve me lunch. That bowl first."
Well, I tried just meekly holding out the bowls but *that* wouldn't do
for him. I had to crawl up the length of his body (and I could feel the
length of his...his...thing! through the silk of his robe and my tunic)
and offer it to him bit by bit and he would take a little bit and make
me eat it out of his hand and *that* got me going more than the feel of
his body. By the end of serving the meal I was wet down there and a
familiar smell was wafting over the scent of the cinnamon on the rolls I
was buttering for him.
"I believe you have used something of mine without permission, Sugar."
"Master?" I looked up at him. He was sipping his coffee and looking down
at me with an odd expression on his face.
"You have been playing with a toy of mine without asking first. That is
considered bad manners."
I finished buttering the roll and shimmied my way up the length of his
body.
"Uhhh, sorry, Master. Don't know what you... Oh!"
His hand on me. His fingers inside me and slipping and holding and
pressing and spreading and oh my....
"You've been playing with this, haven't you, Sugar?"
"Yes... I oh yes... I didn't know it wasn't... I'm sorry, Master. Don't
stop...."
And then he took his hand off me, the bastard and pushed me down to the
floor.
"It isn't permitted without your Master's permission. Some Masters would
have you beaten for that."
"I'm....Yes, I'm sorry, Master." A beating here would be... Umm, I began
to have second thoughts about the desirability of the realism of the
simulation. I had tried calling 'End Program' hadn't I?
"Show me."
"Master?"
"Show me what you did with my property, slut. You can be my floor show.
You're on the floor already."
"I....Yes, Master. Uhhh, well. I started with these..." And I reached
for my tits and he made a gesture and my red silk tunic was just gone
and I was lying there, my tits filling my hands and my nipples hardening
between my fingers. He wanted a floor show? I'd give him a floor show!
I lay back and cupped my tits. "Near as I can remember Master, I started
with these. Ohhh, that's nice. They're nice don't you think, huh? Does
Master like Sugar's tits? Sugar likes Sugar's tits, but she's a horny
little slut, doncha think?"
"That would be hard to deny."
"Yeah! I love the way the nipples get real hard and sticky-outy and it
make me feel reeally wet down in my cunt. Nice cunt too.... Master want
to play with Sugar-slut? Huh? Come on! Suck Sugar's nipples maybe? No?
Maybe I see if I can suck my own..." And here I nearly broke my neck
trying to get my nipples to my mouth but it didn't work. "No, guess not.
Please, Master, pretty please come and play with Sugar's sweet titties,
huh?"
He shook his head. "Not just yet. I'm enjoying the floor show. But let
me see...."
And he twiddled his fingers in the air for a moment and I could feel the
flesh sort of ripple under my hands and a moment later each hand is
holding a handful and a half where it used to be holding just a handful.
He'd made my tits bigger! And my nipples too! And now I could get my
nipples up and into my own mouth for sucking! And it felt just as good
as I'd always thought it would.
"Ooooh, yes! Master's good to his brown Sugar slut! Got me big titties!
Oh yeah! Look, I'm even wetter than before, see? Wanna taste, Master?
Taste Sugar, please?" I held out my hand with my pussy juices on it. I
was thinking, maybe if I get lucky he'll make me double jointed enough
to lick myself off! Instead he says:
"No, Sugar can come and taste Master instead." And he pulls back his
robe, which he is naturally, naked underneath and shows me himself,
already getting ready for me.
Well, I don't need telling twice and I'm up off my back and onto my
knees between his legs and taking that jawbreaker of his into my mouth.
I make up with enthusiasm what I lack in technique and soon he's taking
hold of my arms and pulling me up and on top of him. He grins at me.
"You're untrained, eh?"
"I must have a natural talent for some things, Master."
"Let's see what else you're a natural for."
And he helps me around to impale myself on him, sitting down onto his
cock as he sits there in this big, wooden chair and I'm there, I'm
finally filling my cunt with his big thick cock and naturally, I'm the
one on top doing all the hard work. I'm the slave that's how he likes
it.
And there I was in that 'virtual' world, riding up and down on that big
beautiful prick of his, shaking my big tits in his face and I'm thinking
'Does this count for loosing your virginity purposes? 'Cos it sure
doesn't hurt and that must mean this body doesn't have a cherry to
break. Am I missing something?' (And yeah, later on I made him give me a
cherry just so I could experience what I'd missed. What can I tell you?
I'm perverse.)
And what more can I tell you. It was good. It wasn't the best: the best
came later on. But it was the best I'd had or even dreamed of. It was
enough to be going on with. And when it was over we were resting in each
others' arms and I just let him hold me for a little while.
And then I heard him say: "I must gamble with warriors more often...."
And I tried to say something appropriate, something funny and right for
Sugar the slave girl. Something to please her Master. I wanted to please
him. But I couldn't. My throat had closed up and I was crying.
I couldn't say it but what was going through my head was: If that was
virtual reality I don't think I'm going to be satisfied with plain
reality again. I wanted to stay there forever and the knowledge that I
couldn't was breaking my heart. It really was.
What's that Latin tag, Master? After sex, all animals are sad. Yeah, it
was like that.
"What's the matter, Sugar?"
After a moment I managed to find my voice. "Oh, hell, would you just
tell me how I get out of here?"
He gave me a look that said: Idiot girl! "You didn't read the
instructions?"
"What damn instructions?"
"There were instructions in the box I sent... Never mind. It's set up
like a STAR TREK holodeck. Say 'Computer: end program.'"
"Oh hell, 'Computer: end program!'"
And that time it did. At least part way.
The Tower faded and I was standing in a huuuuuge lobby with no one else
around for miles by a doorway saying REALITY THIS WAY. I was dressed in
jeans and tee-shirt, US modern day for the use of but I was still
Sugar/Sarah Brown. I was trembling. I took a deep breath and then
another before I put my hand on the door.
"Hang on a moment."
It was him, just popping up out of nowhere. I suppose you can do that if
you're The Wizard. He was looking at me. I looked at him.
"That was fun," he said.
"Yes," I said. "It was fun."
There was a silence. One of *those* silences and then I said:
"Look, I really I mean I really had a good time. But I think I ought to
be going. Now. Uhh, we've said and we've done.... Look, I ought to be
going so if there's nothing more you've got to say...."
"Yes, I do." I looked at him. I'd sort of been hoping for, sort of been
dreading this. "I have a proposition for you. You are very talented
young lady. You have a gift for submission, for service and servility.
You enjoy having things done to you that I enjoy doing. So: if I were to
offer you a permanent position, face-to-face without these cybernetic
masks, what would you say? Hmm, to being Sugar the slave-girl full time?
All medical care and living expenses found, a home in the country and
plenty of sex. Hmm? What would you say?"
I just stared at him and then I said: "Don't make jokes. That sort of
thing doesn't work in Real Life."
"I made this Tower work, didn't I? Why not try what I can do in Real
Life?"
I shuddered at the thought of it and I felt my tits (no, not my tits
just some cybernetic virtual illusion of big bouncy black tits but oh so
real) I felt them jiggle as I did so.
"It wouldn't work."
"And just why won't it work?"
And so I told him. And then he said:
"Yes, Timothy. I know you're a man. But that can be fixed."
I ran. I pushed on the door back to Reality. Whatever the hell that was.
And then suddenly, I was back in my apartment, pulling the headset off.
At some stage, I'd come real hard and there were semen stains all across
my chest and over the keyboard and monitor. And he was right there. I
mean right there in the room with me. He was wearing that same robe
thing he'd had on in the Tower. I could see the outline of his cock
against the silk and remember how it felt...
I scrambled away from him and curled up in a corner of the room, pulling
my bathrobe about me in fear and shame, trying to hide myself.
"What is it? What's wrong?" His voice was gentle as he turned off the
computer and came to stand over me.
"Don't look, don't look at me! I can't.... I don't want you to see
me...." It was all the shame of lying to him plus all the shame of being
gay that my folks had piled up on me before they threw me out of the
house plus all the shame of him being white and me being black. He'd
reached out of my fantasy world and into my real world and I was exposed
and naked before him and for that moment I couldn't bear it.
"Like what?" And he touched my shoulder. And I felt my body shift and
slide. No pain but the most incredible sensation. I felt flesh and even
bones melt and reform. And when it had passed I was wearing Sarah
Brown's body again. The improved version. With the tits.
"Is this what you were looking for in my Tower, Sugar?"
I nodded to him. I couldn't speak.
"The change is complete. Right down to the DNA. You will have periods
and be able to bear children. I don't create imitation females."
"And what's the price? Wearing your collar? Huh? Being your niggaslut,
Mr Wizard suh? Calling you 'massa'?"
I hated him then. For having seen me. For having torn out the secret
from me.
"No. You can have it for free. On one condition. That you admit to
yourself that you want to be someone's niggaslut. And you stop being
ashamed of what you are!"
He looked at me for a few more moments and then turned and went towards
the computer. He picked up and packed away the headset and the disk with
the special software on it. He was about to go when I spoke.
"I am a black person. A nigger. A coloured. And I want someone to own
me. And that was shameful because it betrayed my momma who marched and
fought and worked so that black people could be proud and equal. I was a
man. And I wanted to be a woman. And a slave. A servant. A slut. And
that shamed my poppa who was proud to be a man and wanted his child to
be a proud man. And you come along, you bastard, and give me what I want
so hard that I can't bear it. You make me face my lies and break through
them. And I'm sorry. Please don't go. Take me back to your tower."
**********
Jane uncurled herself from where she sat and went over to hug Sugar,
wrapping her arms around her until she stopped crying.
"Love you, niggaslut."
Sugar looked up into her face and smiled back.
"Love you too, you Limey bitch." And then gave her a tear stained but
passionate kiss on the mouth. She looked over at Rebecca's disapproving,
glaring face.
"See, the thing is, I've discovered I actually like sex with women. Now
that I am one."
And as Rebecca was contemplating that there was a burst of loud noise as
the front door opened and three children tumbled from the hall and into
the library with cries of "Daddy's back! Daddy's back!" and they had to
be hugged and greeted and show Daddy the drawing of a rabbit they had
done. Two were girls of about five years old, one clearly Sugar's and
one with red hair: there was a boy too a year or so younger, quiet and
shy before a stranger with Chinese eyes. And then eventually, when they
had been greeted and hugged and sent upstairs with Sugar and Jane, she
was alone with him again, the two of them facing each other across the
table with the tea things. There was silence for a moment and then he
rang a little hand bell and Candy, in her 'French maid' uniform came in
and began clearing things up, silently as always.
"You'll stay for supper, I hope? It's a bit far to be driving you to the
station at this hour."
"I would have thought you could just wave your hand and send me back to
London. Or send me over the phone lines, if Sugar's story is true."
"It's a bit more complicated than that. Actually, it's a lot more
complicated than that. Anyway, I'd like you to meet the rest of the
family before you go."
--
Boris Ludmenkov
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