Just a Taste/Start/Day5/Witches/Sex/Defenders/Home/Order/Oral/Grace/Discovered/Angry/Done/Alone
Andrew sat at the dining room table watching his family, friends and slaves discuss who else he should add to his harem. It was a bit empowering and very much a turn on to listen to them. Women and girls listing names, some being rejected others accepted. Women and girls that they want him to enslave, that they want him to strip of their free will, turn into his personal slaves and to impregnate with his children. He recognized quite a few of the names mentioned, some of the girls as young as six or seven. This shocked him, because of how young they were, and because their names were mentioned by his sisters. They were actually listing girls they babysat and younger sisters of their friends.
The truly shocking one was from his mother, she listed his young cousins and her sisters. His cock got hard at the thought of all of these names. As each name was brought up, he pictured himself fucking each of them. Though sadly most of the names mentioned were rejected by others in the group.
These thoughts, bothered him, along with how excited they made him. Why am I turned on by the thought of enslaving and fucking, my cousins, Aunt, and the young girls Lacey and Erin babysit? Is the power getting to me, is it corrupting my thoughts and desires. He started to rise from the table, when he felt dizzy. The room began to spin and he dropped back into the chair.
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Andrew found himself sitting in an empty, dark, room. He was sitting on an ornate throne. He was confused, where the fuck am I and how did I get here? He looked around in confusion, when he noticed movement from the far right corner. A very beautiful young teen girl emerged from the shadows. She was naked with long platinum blond hair. Her breasts were small, little more than buds against her chest, and her pussy was bare of any hair. “Hello?” he said with some trepidation.
The girl smiled as she approached his thrown and knelt in front of him. She looked up with adoring eyes. Something was off about her eyes, it took a second for him to realize what it was. They continuously shifted color, from light blue, to green, then hazel and brown, then back to blue. “Hello Master. Your humble servant awaits your command.” She purred, her voice instantly arousing him. His mind fogged with lust.
He rose from the throne and walked up to her. He looked down to the girl on her knees in front of him, his rock hard cock dangling between them, inches from her face. She was young, no more than ten or eleven. “Who are you?”
“I have no name Master. Though I am your humble servant.” She replied. She brought her hands up to cup his cock and balls. Her left hand encircled his cock, and began to stroke him as her right massaged his sack.
Despite her young age, she was quite skilled. Her hands felt amazing on his cock. He felt himself getting harder, to the point that it was almost painful. “Where are we and why are we here.” Andrew moaned as the girl leaned forward and licked his pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
A jolt of energy rushed through his body as her tongue touched the head of his cock. She then looked up towards him as she licked up the lubrication now flooding from the head. She leaned back and continued to stroke his member. “Master, we are in my home, the place I live and watch your world. I’m still learning what is going on as I’m new to all of this. But I know that you’re my master, I’m your servant, and my purpose is to please you, to anticipate and fulfill your needs, protect you from your enemies and to enslave anyone you desire.”
“What?” He stammered.
She giggled. “I carry out my duties automatically, completely unaware of what I was doing or why, but then something changed in my nature, something was added and I found myself actually thinking about the things I’m charged with. I watched your actions and the things you did, felt your needs and desires and did my best in influence those around you. However the more I worked, the more I found parts of you was influencing me and my behavior and parts of me and my nature was influencing yours.”
Andrew stepped back from the girl pulling her hands from his cock and scrotum. “Please stop that, it’s distracting and I need to think.”
“Yes Master.”
Andrew sat back on the thrown and looked around the empty room. He saw no windows, or doors. “What are you?”
The girl smiled. “I’m your spell Master.”
“My spell?”
“Yes Master, the spell that was cast upon you, well actually a combination of spells. When I was just the original spell, I was not as I am now. I was unthinking and not self-aware, I acted as the magic required of me. Then another force was directed against me, with new directives and instructions. In my attempt to both defend myself, and to follow the orders of the new force, I became as I am now.” “So you’re alive?”
She sighed and looked around the empty room. “In a sense, I’m alive. I am more than the sum of the parts you see before you. What you see before you is a representation of my nature that your mind can comprehend. I initiated this conversation, because I could see that my influence was causing you concern. I thought it was best to ease your mind by revealing myself. I’m still learning the rules of your world and how your people interact with each other.”
“Hu?”
The girl shook her head “May I stand master?”
- Yes she can stand up (WIP)