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Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Part: 9
Keywords: mc nc MF FF
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Who Wants To Rule The World? Part 9 ( mc, nc, mf )
Farleven ( farleven@yahoo.com )
January 2003
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Marcus looked around him both awed and upset. This was a paradise, a
perfect little island, the kind of place people dreamed they could
visit, much less live at. All this was Larange's and all for being a
human monster. Even worse it was all at the Bureau's expense as well,
from the island itself to the massive mansion overlooking the beach, to
the throngs of workers who would be Larange's playthings for their
stay. He was also worried, he was on his own here, and the only agents
still on the island were overseeing the last of the construction on the
worker village on the other side of the island. From his visit to
Larange's lair, Marcus had little doubt that he was at Larange's mercy
for the duration of his stay.
Wendy and Mel clung to each of his sides respectively. Each clad in
nothing more than a sheer sundress. As always, neither woman was
inclined to wear much of anything, but Marcus wasn't about to let them
run around naked here.
"Oh, look at how pretty it is here, Master!" Wendy coed, pressing her
ample breasts into his arm. "Isn't it just a shame that we girls can't
help improve the scenery?" She giggled. Clearly there wouldn't be a
better place for her to show off her well-formed body than in such a
perfect beachfront. Wendy giggled again as she though of playing
castaway with her master, three little naked castaways with nothing but
each other to keep entertained with till someone found them, if someone
found them.
"Maybe later, Wendy." Marcus replied. In truth he wouldn't have minded
seeing her romp along the beach without a stitch on, but this certainly
wasn't the time. Of course, he was well aware if all went well, there
might never be a time for it, but he was quite willing to live with
that fact.
"Oh, my, it's him!" Mel gasped as they watched Larange and Holli
approach from the beach. Marcus instantly noted that Holli wasn't
wearing a thing, aside from her glasses, and was quite aware of just
how good she looked like that. Mel was feeling her stomach twist as
she looked on the man who'd done this to her. This was the man who'd
taken her life away and molded her into a sexual plaything, and the
very thought of being in his hands again made her nauseous.
"Ah, such lovely women, and of course Mr. Horner. I am so glad that my
message was well received. I hope that you three haven't been too
troubled." Larange smiled, welcoming them to his island. "Of course I
must thank you. None of this would have been possible without you.
Now, come let us retire to more comfortable accommodations and we can
take care of you needs."
Marcus simply nodded and followed, not really wanting to converse with
this man. Wendy and Mel followed close behind him each content and
concerned. Their future was in doubt in a way that their twisted minds
found hard to understand. They were going to be free again, but such a
notion was contrary to their current state, to be Marcus's playthings.
Each girl found the idea troubling, and neither knew quite what to do
about it.
"Now, ladies, I see no reason to keep covered like that. Please, make
yourselves comfortable, I'm sure Marcus won't mind." Larange offered as
they strolled along. Both girls sighed with relief and threw off their
dresses. The sun fell upon them warmly, and each absorbed the
environment around them.
Marcus grumbled to himself. He wasn't at all surprised that Larange's
word carried more weight than his, but it wasn't a nice thing to know.
He did have to admit that he enjoyed the sight of the two women, naked
and happy. He just wished it was their real personalities at work.
Larange pulled up beside Mel, and gave her a casual looking over. "So,
my dear, how have you been? Was being a sexual plaything as bad as you
thought?"
Mel quaked with emotion at his words. She hated this man passionately,
and yet she could feel herself unable to deny him his reply. "No, sir,
it was a lot of fun actually. I never knew it could be so good to be
horny all the time. Marcus is a great lover too, and Wendy is so much
fun to work with. I still wish you hadn't changed me though, sir."
"I'm glad, and soon you'll be back to your old self so enjoy your
freedom while you still have it. I bet you feel wonderful standing out
here completely naked, am I right?" Larange pulled up beside her. "And
your beauty certainly complements our surroundings."
Mel blushed at his comments and his roaming eyes. He was looking her
over like some prize animal and she was getting aroused by his
attention. She could feel her nipples getting harder and that familiar
warmth began spreading between her legs. Mel still had some control
though, and she turned away from him, tearing herself away from his
eyes. "Please, don't look at me like that." Mel whimpered.
"Leave her be! It's bad enough what you've already done to her, do you
need to taunt her some more?" Marcus challenged. He was barely
containing his anger, and Larange wasn't helping him any.
"Oh, my, where are my manners. I'm sorry my dear. We'll have to
discuss all of this later, once everyone is comfortable." Larange
smiled and bowed gently to Mel. He took up position at the head of the
group again and they walked the rest of the way to the mansion in
silence. The fun would begin soon enough. He had a few things that
needed to be done first, but there would be plenty of time.
Mel quaked as she followed the group. She was still wracked by the
needs his eyes had stirred in her. Mel was strutting as she went,
knowing that it emphasized her assets, and though she hated the
thought, she couldn't help herself. She stole a look over at Wendy and
saw the girl smiling. Mel wondered just what was going through her
mind. Knowing Wendy the only thing in her head was her latest plan to
get Marcus in bed.
Mel wasn't far off. Wendy could hardly keep herself from planning her
next encounter with her master. She was always plotting that, always
giggling at herself on her latest ideas. Beyond that, she was quite
pleased to be free of her dress, and happy to be strolling across the
shore of an island with the sun shining down on her. After that she'd
get to sit around in a mansion, and if she was lucky, Marcus would play
with her some more. The thought that she would lose her devotion to
him, to everything that mattered to a slave was still beyond her honest
comprehension. That it was his will was enough to satisfy any
concerns, but she had no idea what that really meant for her. In the
end she trusted her master, and that was enough.
Marcus was grinding his teeth. He wanted to rip Larange apart with his
bare hands, and he knew he could. Of course that would leave Mel and
Wendy under his posthumous control, doomed to a life as simple-minded
sex slaves. And after that, the whole world would fall apart, thanks
to Larange's well-planned revenge. That didn't improve his mood any,
but he fought down his rage. He only had to deal with this for another
couple of days at most and then he'd be away from here, and at least
his two girls would be themselves again.
"Please sit wherever you like. Holli will fix us all a drink and then
check on the machine for you girls." Larange motioned to the seats
scattered around the room. He didn't waste any time himself. He
rested in his favorite chair and looked around the room. Here was
perhaps his greatest enemy, Felix Horner, Marcus to the Bureau, the man
who'd found him in the first place. Mel had done her part as well, but
she was under his control now, no longer a real threat. Her
programming forbid her to defy Larange, or do him direct harm. He had
considered placing her under full Asimov constraints, but Larange had
thought it too likely to raise suspicions and he didn't want that. He
was in full control here, and it was time for him to deal with his last
and greatest threat.
Holli scampered around the room giving everyone their drinks. She had
done as instructed, and soon each of the guests would be under. Then
the next part of the work would begin.
"Cheers!" Larange smiled and downed his drink.
Marcus swished the liquid before him for a moment. He knew it might be
drugged, and that worried him a bit. Of course, there wasn't anything
he could really do about it. If Larange meant him ill, there wasn't
any way he was going to be able to get off the island safely. The very
controls that were meant to keep Larange at bay would keep him trapped
as well. The boat he rode in on wouldn't be back for five days, and
not even the agents still on the island would risk helping him. There
wasn't anything he could do, so he lifted the glass to his lips and
drank it down. Marcus felt the effects as soon as he'd placed the
glass back on the table. He cursed at Larange one more time as he
swooned and watched everything blurred around him before he slumped
into his chair.
Mel and Wendy hadn't been nearly as suspicious but they were just as
unconscious. Larange took in the sight and laughed. The last piece of
the puzzle for now, and Holli had already summoned the girls to take
care of their guests. Two each for an unconscious form and they hauled
them off to the programming chamber. Larange went over the plan one
more time, trying to find that missing piece of it. It wouldn't come
though, and he only hoped he'd find it tomorrow.
***
Marcus groaned and sat up in his chair. He didn't feel too badly, but
he shouldn't have been unconscious. It didn't take him long at all to
figure out that something had gone wrong. He pulled himself up to see
Larange's smiling face. It was not something Marcus was very happy to
see.
"Good morning, my friend. I hope you're doing well." Larange sat back
in his chair and watched as Marcus recovered himself.
"What did you do to me?" Marcus barked. He took a moment to look
around and noticed that both Wendy and Mel weren't in the room. "And
what did you do with Wendy and Mel?"
"Don't worry, their reconditioning is a far more involved process than
you were subjected to. They will be in treatment for another two days.
As for your treatment, well I'm sorry about that, but I doubt you would
keep yourself out of my business for very long. Simply put, I placed a
few controls on your behavior to prevent you from troubling me. Don't
worry though, you won't remember that fact, or that you were treated at
all, cognitive dissonance generally has a negative effect on
treatments. This will just fade away in a minute." Larange explained.
It was a simple process, Marcus just wouldn't be able to keep the
knowledge of his conditioning in his mind. It was a problem Larange
had encountered with his infiltration units. To make them effective
they had to retain as much of their natural personalities as possible,
but that often conflicted with their duties and tasks, and in the end
the conflict rendered them basically insane. For all the trouble
Marcus had caused, Larange still had a degree of respect for him, and
didn't want to harm him unduly. As much as Larange would gain some
satisfaction from knowing that Marcus was aware of his state, Larange
didn't want to risk the damage to Marcus' mind.
Marcus was about to yell at Larange again when he felt a sudden wash of
fuzziness in his head. The anger still lingered, but suddenly he
didn't know why he was so upset. Certainly Larange was the target of a
lot of his legitimate hostility, but none of the standing reasons
seemed right for his current fury. Marcus let it go, with everything
going on there wasn't much more that he could hope to accomplish by
further outbursts, especially while Mel and Wendy were still under his
direct control.
Larange fought not to laugh out loud as he watched Marcus go through
the stages of confusion that his new conditioning subjected him too.
At least now Marcus would be easier to deal with. He'd still be
hostile, but he wouldn't be able to carry through with any threat now.
Another enemy diverted, Larange smiled.
"Now there's no reason for us to simply wait in boredom while we await
the completion of your friend's reconditioning. I have plenty of
entertainment possibilities. Girls, please come in." Larange boomed.
He sat back and waited for the show to commence.
Marcus was about to bark at him when he turned to see Sarah and Molly
strutting into the room, each dressed only in a frilly white pair of
panties. Both women looked ravishing, and Marcus couldn't deny a
sudden surge of desire just looking at them, especially Molly. Her
long brown hair flowing over her perfect curves sent Marcus reeling.
In fact, he couldn't think straight, sexual attraction was always
distracting, but this was far more potent. Without even thinking,
Marcus tore off his clothes and jumped over to Molly.
Molly squealed as Marcus grabbed her and threw her on top of a bed of
pillows. She was already aching with need as well, a conditioned
response that Master had not yet removed. Her mind barely even
processed her state any more, she had slipped so fully into the role of
a sex slave that she no longer felt overwhelmed by it. As her back hit
the pillows, she pulled open her legs, eager for this new man to plow
into her, to give her another release. Somewhere inside, a part of her
raged impotently against her needs, but it was a voice lost in the
background of her overwhelming desire.
Marcus was out of control and he knew it. He'd never been so
animalistic before, even with two completely willing sex slaves at his
beck and call. He didn't know what had came over him, but he needed to
claim this woman now, and he reached down and ripped her panties from
her waist with one violent pull. He smiled at the welcome scent of
aroused female and the sight of Molly's eager form spread before him.
He tossed the shredded remains of her panties over his shoulder and
then moved to mount her. Marcus wrapped a hand over each of her firm
mounds and squeezed them possessively as he positioned himself atop her
expertly. Then with a howl of pleasure he thrust firmly into her
claiming her flesh and enjoying the tight heat of the eager slut
beneath writhing beneath him.
Molly moaned as she was manhandled. She spread herself wantonly and
cried out shamelessly as Marcus shoved his cock into her depths. He
was savage, almost beastly as he fucked her mercilessly, and Molly
fucked him back with equal passion. Her breasts ached wonderfully as
he squeezed them mercilessly. In her whole life she'd never been taken
like this, treated as nothing more than an animal in heat. Even Master
held beck, but not this man, he was claiming her completely. It was
riveting, powerful, and Molly was lost to the magnificent energy of
this man as he took her.
Marcus was lost as well, absorbed by his own drive. He didn't know
what he was doing, but he couldn't control himself. The woman under
him was just so perfect, so passionate, that he was absorbed in the
act. Their bodies merged together, writhing and pounding with untamed
lust. Their voices echoed the animal power coursing through them,
grunting and moaning as they savored their union.
Larange watched all of this happily, knowing that he was witnessing the
passion that Marcus would unleash on his future partners. Larange's
hand slipped down and patted Sarah's head as she worked her own magic
tongue over his shaft. One more enemy was taken care of, and soon he'd
have his island empty of guests again, and he could enjoy himself.
He'd already taken a few tours of the support village and picked out
his first new subjects for enjoyment. Once this business was taken
care of, he'd be able to enjoy that pleasure again. In the meanwhile,
Larange was perfectly content to let his enemy indulge his new animal
passions in one of the island's slave girls.
***
Marcus looked over his two charges with a bit of relief. It had been a
long week, and he hadn't seen either Mel or Wendy in that time.
Larange had said it was part of the process, but that hadn't allayed
Marcus' concern for them. He was pleased to see both of them dress
normally, and not squirming to get out of the clothes. Mel was wearing
a simple blouse and slacks, nothing fancy, and certainly not very
showy. In fact, it was something that Mel would have worn before her
programming. Wendy was wearing a simple blouse as well along with a
skirt that just hid her knees from view. Both women held themselves
together in a very dignified way, and neither went out of her way to
submit herself before Marcus. He smiled at that, relieved that they'd
came this far, and he hoped he'd find out how much they had fully
returned later.
"Are you two all right?" Marcus asked as they came out into the room.
Both were smiling, another welcome sign to him.
"I feel a lot better now, no strange impulses or anything." Mel
replied. "It's almost strange. I can remember everything, what we
did, how it felt, and it was all exactly as it should have been, but I
don't feel the insatiable need to do them again, Partner."
"Um, can you tell me what's going on?" Wendy asked. She looked very
confused. "Who are you and what am I doing here?"
"You don't remember us honey?" Mel asked. She placed her hand on
Wendy's arm to comfort her.
Wendy shook her head. "Not really, the last thing I remember was
walking home from soccer practice and then waking up in that room.
What's going on?"
"Don't worry, my dear, you've just recovered from a long ordeal. You
have been in a coma for some time now, but you've just recently
recovered. I'm not surprised you've forgotten much of what's happened
in the last few days. Marcus and Mel are here to escort you on the
first leg of your trip home. Once you awoke we were able to contact
your family and let them know you were all right. Now it is time to
catch the boat to the airport. I'm sorry I couldn't get to know you
better but it is time for you three to be going." Larange explained.
He'd watched the scene from the side of the room. He didn't have much
of a stake in the rest of this exchange, and honestly wanted them off
his island. He couldn't have any more fun with them so there wasn't
any reason to keep them around any longer then necessary. He was
pleased to see the reversal program work so well, even after the depth
of immersion both women had been subjected to.
"Really? I guess that's why I feel so odd. My whole body is tingling
like it's been asleep." Wendy remarked. She definitely felt weird, but
it was more than just tingling. Somehow it didn't feel like her body
was the same as it should have been. She supposed she'd grown some
while in a coma, but that didn't seem like a sufficient explanation for
just how weird everything felt. Even the clothing she wore felt
strange, like she wasn't used to wearing it, but that was just too
bizarre a notion to even consider.
"I don't want to rush you, but we really need to be going. Our bags
have already been loaded, so they're just waiting on us." Marcus
pushed. He didn't want to wait here any longer then necessary. The
sooner he got these girls off the island the sooner they'd get a full
and proper checkup. There wasn't anything more that would be done for
them here, of that Marcus had no doubt.
"You'll excuse me if I don't follow you out, I do have my own business
to attend to. Have a pleasant trip." Larange helped move the group
along. Wendy was still somewhat dazed and disoriented, and Mel wasn't
in a lot better condition. Finally, though they began to move, and he
watched with some satisfaction as they left his mansion and headed off
to the boat. Now he could get back to his own pursuits in full,
without these distractions.
Marcus led the girls out and turned to Mel as they walked down the
wooden path to the dock. "You really remember everything?"
"Yes, Master." Mel giggled as she whispered the last word. "Don't
worry, I forgive you, it's not like I gave you much of a choice. It
was a lot of fun too, in a twisted kind of way. I am going to have to
think about our relationship though. After I've had a few days on my
own, then we'll have to talk. Okay?"
"Yes, thanks. It's kind of weird for me too, all of this has been like
some crazy dream. I don't even know what to think anymore. At least
Wendy will be going home now." Marcus replied. He really didn't know
what to say. He'd been taking advantage of Mel and Wendy for so long,
he couldn't help but feel guilty. He did believe in Mel's forgiveness,
but he also knew he could never ask for it from Wendy. That was even
more true since she didn't seem to remember him at all, much less his
role in her life for the last few months.
They boarded the boat without further conversation and were soon off to
the local island with the airport to home. Even being local it was
still a several hour voyage, and Marcus had taken to sitting on the
deck and watching the waves roll by. He had a lot on his mind, and
rolled over the issues as he rested. There was so much that he'd done.
Marcus felt so guilty about it. Not so much because of his deeds
exactly, since he'd had little choice at each juncture, but because
he'd enjoyed it so much. He couldn't deny just how wonderful having
two gorgeous slave girls had been, even given the headaches of their
insatiable needs and lewd behavior. It was that enjoyment that haunted
him now, he'd had his taste of power, and sure he'd done everything he
could to restore them. Yet he still let himself indulge in the
pleasures they offered so freely. Marcus didn't know just what he
could do about it now, just how to atone, but at least both women had
been restored, and he could be thankful for that.
"Hi there!" Wendy giggled, looking down at Marcus with a wide and
wicked smile on her face.
"Hello, Wendy, how are you doing?" Marcus asked. He was a little
surprised to see her now, since she'd kept away from him so far this
trip. Her grin worried him as well, she didn't look like she was just
coming over to visit.
"Okay, I've just been a little lonely and I though you'd be good
company." Wendy giggled again and sat down on the edge of his chair.
"And I wanted to thank you for helping me."
"Oh, there's no need, I'm just doing my job." Marcus said, hoping to
cut her off. He wasn't sure where she was going, but the tone of her
voice was very alluring. Marcus certainly didn't want to encourage
her.
"Don't be silly, it's only right that a woman reward her hero." Wendy
grabbed his hand and pulled it to her chest. She helped him squeeze
her breast through her blouse and moaned.
"Wendy, you shouldn't do this." Marcus pulled his hand away. He'd been
tempted though, her flesh was still tempting, and he was curious as
well. All of his encounters had been with the slave girl Wendy in her
greatly augmented body, and now she was back to normal. Now he knew
how her smaller, perky breasts felt to his touch, and he couldn't help
but wonder just how much the rest of her had changed.
"I know you want me." Wendy smiled, running a hand over his crotch and
rubbing against the outline of his hard shaft. "And I want you."
Marcus was about to object again when Wendy fell upon him and kissed
him fully on the lips. She pressed her body against him longingly as
her tongue darted into his mouth. His resistance just melted at that
point, he couldn't control himself anymore. He wrapped his arms around
her and kissed her back just as passionately.
After a minute Wendy pulled back, breaking their kiss. She smiled
seductively and sat back as her fingers began their work on the buttons
of her blouse. Marcus watched as Wendy slowly pulled her top open, one
button at a time, until a perfect pair of brazier encased adolescent
breasts came fully into view. Marcus didn't wait for her to continue
before he reached up and cupped her lovely orbs. Wendy moaned as he
kneaded her flesh through the silky fabric of her bra. While Marcus
played, she reached behind her back and unclasped the restraining
garment. Marcus pulled it away smoothly and savored the sight of
Wendy's now naked bosom. Her breasts were round and perky, and her
little pink nipples were poking out proudly into the air, both hard
with arousal.
"You are so beautiful." Marcus said as he reached up and cupped the
perfect bosom before him. Her breasts were wonderfully firm, and
Marcus loved how she moaned when he played with the hardened tips of
her nipples.
Wendy blushed a little at his words, but smiled wickedly again. "It's
your turn now!"
With that she pulled herself off of Marcus and fell upon his shorts.
With skillful speed Wendy had pulled his shorts and briefs free,
leaving his shaft rising freely into the air. With a look of reverence
in her eyes she knelt beside him and took his cock into her hands.
Marcus moaned as her delicate little fingers ran over his eager flesh.
He was beyond control now, and he grabbed Wendy and lifted her over his
waist. She understood what he wanted and parted her legs to straddle
him.
Wendy hiked up her skirt as she knelt over his waist, and smiled as she
revealed her naked crotch. "I bet you didn't know that I woke up
without any panties on today!"
Marcus simply laughed as he watched Wendy grab hold of his cock and
guide it to her entrance. They both moaned as he slipped inside and
Wendy impaled herself. She wiggled her hips as the last inch of his
shaft sank into her then looked up into his eyes. "Master wanted you
to have me one more time as a gift. I won't remember this after we're
done, except maybe in my dreams. He wanted to thank you for everything
that you've done for him. Isn't that great? And I get the chance to
enjoy you one more time too. I was something of a little vixen back at
my high school, and Master let me keep some of my sexual technique
programming so I could have fun with the boys back home. So give me
one last fuck to remember you by!"
Marcus was beyond words now. Even Wendy's ominous speech barely
registered in his mind. He was aroused, and that pressure kept him
from fully thinking things through. Marcus knew this was all wrong,
but his mind wasn't in control. His lust was in charge, and having a
lovely young woman impaled on his shaft was enough to keep any
resistance at bay. He rutted into her savagely, and she responded in
kind, writhing against him shamelessly. It was completely animalistic,
an absolute merging of flesh without thought.
Time lost all meaning as they became one. The pleasure was immense,
almost overwhelming, and their shared stamina would have been
surprising if not for their long experience together. Finally it was
enough, and they came together in a marvelous cry of ecstasy.
Marcus held Wendy's snoozing form to his side as he looked out at the
stars. Her words sent chills through him now. She was still under
Larange's control, even if no longer a sex starved puppet. Any notion
of his own possible corruption slipped from his thoughts before it
could fully form, but he was still concerned. He'd gone through all of
this and Larange was still a threat, still capable of destroying the
world on a whim. Marcus wished he could do more, but at the least he'd
brought these two women back as far as he could. He wished he could
say that they were restored fully, but he already knew that wasn't
true, and he was left wondering what Mel had retained of her
transformation. It didn't matter though, Marcus knew, they'd work
through it together just as they had so far. From here on he'd worry
about Mel, he couldn't save the rest of the world, but at least he
could do his best to save her. From here it was all he could do.
***
Larange watched cheerfully as the boat steamed away. It would be
another week before the next boat, and soon the boats would only come
once a month. Then he would be alone with his pets, and free to fully
indulge his tastes.
Now he had to attend to rather unpleasant business. He frowned at the
two girls standing dutifully in front of him, each naked as was the
custom for the women in his mansion who were under his control. Sarah
and Molly both looked forward, wantonly at their master. The sights
and smells of their arousal were evident, and Larange let his hands
roam their eager flesh with a light touch. He stared at them, each a
living goddess. Their minds had been molded, but their flesh was the
same as the day they'd arrived. Their innate charm had diminished with
the strength of their own will. They were slaves now, reduced to mere
objects, only a step removed from his pixie slaves.
Pixie slaves, now those were something he hadn't thought about in some
time. Larange was happy for his new circumstances for that at least.
The pixies had always been the rejects or the castoffs, the women who
didn't ever or no longer interested him. Since he couldn't let them
go, he molded them into a form perfect for entertaining his guests or
selling on the slave market. Now that he had to return his pets he
would no longer have need to make more pixies. When he tired of them,
he'd simply revert them back to their original selves and let them go.
His old pixies had slowly been returning over the last few weeks, most
had been scattered after the raid on his old facility. They were being
returned to normal and let go with an acceptable back-story.
The pixies weren't the only girls that had to be returned though, and
it was time for Sarah and Molly to undergo their own deprogramming. In
truth, Larange was tired of them now. He looked back fondly on their
first days in his care, their slow realization of their subjugation.
Larange regretted that he had been forced to accelerate his control
over them in the past few months, but that had been necessary to
position allies on the outside. Now they were merely willing fuck toys
and that held very little interest for him any more.
"Thank you girls. You can go to the programming chamber now." Larange
nodded and watched as their perfect rears swayed out of the room. He
had to admit their elegant forms still held all of their original
allure. He wondered idly about how they would look on the deck of the
ship as they sailed away dressed and free of his control. There was
something enticing in that image, but he had little choice, their
agreement had to be honored.
"Master, I just brought your new maid to the mansion. She's waiting
for you in the sitting room." Holli chimed, doing her part to keep her
master on pleasant thoughts rather than depressed ones. Larange turned
to look at her. She was dressed now, in a simple blouse and short
skirt, a very appealing look for her, he mused. Since the workers at
the village weren't all permanent staff he couldn't just convert them
so that Holli could walk around naked.
"Good, why don't you get us some drinks and get more comfortable while
I introduce myself. She has been given the initial treatment,
correct?" Larange asked as he straightened his shirt. He always loved
introductions, and this was the first one he'd been able to do in his
mansion. This would also be his first new girl in some time and he
wanted to savor the moment.
"Of course, Master, she's been prepared for you. Now please, go, I'll
be along in a minute." Holli prodded as she pulled off her blouse. She
didn't like to see him beating himself up, he needed to enjoy himself,
and she knew his next pleasures would come from the girl in that room.
Larange nodded his thanks and walked into the room. He was always
thankful for her aid, and her attention to his needs. The rest of his
world could be just his plaything, but Holli he did truly care for.
He walked out into the sitting room a moment later and was pleased with
what he saw. The girl before him couldn't have been over twenty, she
was nicely curved and her main of light brown hair flowed around her
magically. She looked nervous and shy, a combination that was just
darling on her sweetly rounded face. Holli had chose well, Larange
smiled as he took a seat across from her.
"Hello, my lady, I am Doctor Larange, I hear that you are to be my new
maid. May I ask your name?"
"I'm Ashley Parner, sir, thank you for meeting me like this. I never
would have expected someone as important as you to meet me personally."
Ashley squeaked sheepishly. It was obvious she was the quiet reserved
type, and Larange was almost drooling at the pleasure her service would
bring.
"Oh, it isn't a bother, I make it a point to always deal personally
with all my staff, so that we can always enjoy a pleasant environment
here." Larange paused as he heard the door open behind him. "Ah, Holli
must be here with our drinks."
Larange watched as Ashley's eyes bulged and her mouth dropped. Holli
was of course completely bare, except for her glasses, as she carried
in the tray of drinks.
"What? Why is she naked?" Ashley whimpered, unable to look away from
Holli as she walked over to Larange. Her fear and horror etched deeply
into her face.
"Why it is just the uniform here, Ashley. I'm sure it's strange now,
but you'll get used to it, won't she Holli?" Larange asked as he
reached out and squeezed her naked rear.
"Oh yes. I mean if a slave isn't naked how else can she serve her
master's whims?" Holli wiggled back against his caress, enjoying his
firm hand on her ass.
"No! You're crazy, I'm supposed to be a maid!" Ashley whined, clearly
wanting to bolt from the room, but just a certainly locked in place on
the couch. Holli had administered an initial dose of nanobots into
Ashley before bringing her to the mansion, and now the girl was firmly
leashed.
"Oh, you will be a maid, Ashley, but you will also have other duties.
Actually, I see no reason for you to delay your proper introduction to
my household. Please, disrobe so I can see just what kind of a new
slave girl I have. Then perhaps Holli and I can introduce you fully to
your new duties." Larange smiled and savored every moment of confused
anguish on Ashley's face. She didn't know what was happening, and this
was all so completely overwhelming. This was supposed to be a simple
maid job for one year for an eccentric millionaire on his own island.
Even more bizarre, Ashley couldn't help herself. She found herself on
her feet at his command with her hands unbuttoning her blouse. It was
so strange, she knew she shouldn't be listening to him, but at the
moment, his suggestion that she introduce herself in the nude seemed
like a good idea. Ashley didn't know where that notion came from, in
fact she new she shouldn't disrobe for any job. Still she felt very
satisfied when she unhooked her bra and slipped it off exposing her
pert little breasts. Even better still was the rush she got when she
slipped off her slacks and panties and finally stood naked in front of
her new employer. Certainly there could be no better introduction than
one in the nude, there wouldn't be any secrets between them that way.
Still she couldn't help but blush as he looked her over, his eyes
travelling over her firm breasts, her slender waist and finally her
well-trimmed bush. Ashley had never stood in front of a man like this
before, but she felt compelled to thrust out her breasts and spread her
legs for him so he could see just how lovely she was.
"Oh, my dear Ashley, you are a find. I know we'll all enjoy every
moment of your stay with us, and every pleasure your sexy little body
can give. Now, let's retire to my bed room and I can complete our
introductions." Larange smiled and led the girls on to his chamber.
The spell Ashley was under would fade soon and her true resistance
would begin. Larange looked forward to it, subjugating such an
innocent and lovely creature was so compelling he was nearly giddy. He
turned around and let his new maid walk up to him. Then he reached out
and cupped her breasts, enjoying their softness and Ashley's throaty
moan as he molded her flesh and pinched her nipples. His thoughts
drifted back over the troubles of the last few months, the necessary
threats and dangerous moments. He didn't want that kind of
responsibility, all he wanted was to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh,
like the perfect young woman pressed against him now. Certainly there
could be no better joy than this, he thought. With such pleasure at
his fingertips, he mused, why would I want to rule the world?
The End
Well that's it, took me long enough didn't it? :) Well I hope you enjoyed it,
but either way please feel free to drop me your comments at farleven@yahoo.com.
I do read them all, and will eventually reply, though I can't promise a very
timely response. :) Until next time, have fun.
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