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Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Part: 4
Keywords: mc nc MF FF

Disclaimer:  This story contains representations of graphic sex acts, if you
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Who Wants To Rule The World? Part 4 (mc, nc, mf, ff)
Farleven  (farleven@yahoo.com)
May 2002     http://www.asstr.org/~farleven/

Sarah stayed curled up in a little ball, in a recessed portion of the harem,
trying to avoid the depravity around her. She had anxiously awaited Jenny's
return, but Jenny's behavior had scared Sarah, as soon as Holli had closed the
harem doors again. Jenny was still in her pixie slave trance, and had put some
moves on her friend. Only after Sarah shirked away, did Jenny stop, and in
mere moments, she spotted a group of women entwined in passionate endeavors,
and ran off to join them. Sarah sobbed, as she watched her friend give into
every depravity two women could share. Finally, she'd seen enough, and turned
away, to hide herself off to the side of the room, to avoid further notice as
best she could.

"Hello there. Are you okay? Well, okay for being here anyway." piped up a
slight, but clearly concerned voice. Sarah turned from her own thoughts and
looked up at another naked young woman, thankfully lacking the obvious
distortions of a pixie. This girl looked every bit natural, though certainly
lovely, with a shapely figure, firm breasts and a darling face all draped with
her long brown hair. Sarah had gotten somewhat used to the nudity surrounding
her, but that didn't stop her from recognizing beauty either. The best part
was the look of concern, and not lust in the girl's eyes, obviously she wasn't
another of the man's sex toys who just wanted to fuck.

"I guess." Sarah replied, still curled up. 

"I'm Molly, do you mind if I sit here?" Molly asked and patiently hovered over
a cushion.

"No." Sarah replied simply. She realized then how rude she was being,
especially to someone who hadn't come over and felt her up. "I'm Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Sarah." Molly smiled and sat down. "I understand the first
day jitters, I had them too. I lost a girlfriend to that damn pixie maker too,
and I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."

"Jenny's gone then, isn't she?" Sarah felt herself start to tear up. Jenny had
been such a good friend, and to be able to do nothing but watch, as she was
transformed, was wreaking a terrible vengeance on Sarah.

"Mostly, I know Amber still knows who she is, and everything, but she's
totally a pixie now. Jenny will fade in and out, depending on how aroused she
gets. Eventually she'll stop caring about anything, but being a pixie. I wish
I didn't have to tell you that, but it's easier to hear it, than it is to
watch it." Molly answered.

She'd shown up here under much the same circumstances as Sarah, having been
kidnaped with a friend. Molly had been forced to watch her friend fade away,
and become an unrestrained pixie slave. Molly had done everything that she
could think of to slow down the process, but in the end, Amber had simply
given into the pleasure.

"How could you stand to see that?" Sarah asked. She'd been wracked by grief
since Jenny had first been changed, and she couldn't see herself feeling any
better any time soon.

"I broke down and cried for days. Then Master took me to his room and fixed me,
well he made me okay with the new Amber anyway. I still haven't decided if I
should be mad at him about that or not. He'll probably do that to you too, if
he thinks he has too. Just keep that in mind." Molly explained. She could
still summon up the anguish that she'd felt at watching Amber fade, but it was
hollow now. Molly wasn't happy about what had been done to either her or Amber,
but she didn't feel ripped apart about it either.

"How long have you been here?" Sarah asked, suddenly curious about her new
friend. Somehow, she just knew that Molly was just that, and in this moment of
need, she couldn't have asked for anything more than someone to help bare the
pain.

"About three months. It's amazing how you get used to being here, waiting to
get fucked by some sicko, and avoid the constant lesbian orgy. Still, you're
the first real person I've talked to, except for Holli, and she's even more
twisted than Master is." Molly said.

She did find it hard to believe how used to being some man's sex toy she'd
become. Of course she knew part of that was because of Master tweaking her
thoughts to not mind her enslavement. But it didn't make her like it any more.
Though Molly seemed to be slowly coming to grips with the fact that certain
parts of her stay had been most enjoyable.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this place. Or this Master guy." Sarah
said, grimacing just thinking of the fact that some guy had made her his sex
slave. She fought back the sudden surge of need from between her legs and the
memories of pure pleasure from her first day here.

"Well, he'll make sure of it eventually. Either you'll get used to it, or he
kind of forces it on you. I'm sure you know that already. It could be worse
though, at least he's not into bondage or torture or anything like that, just
humiliation. It sucks, but at least it's pleasure." Molly replied.

There wasn't much doubt about that. In her first few days she'd been concerned
that Master would be into such things, and was greatly relieved to find that
he almost exclusively enjoyed the basic pleasures coming from "normal" sex.
That didn't cut down on the negative aspects of being a sex slave, but at
least there wasn't another negative to have to deal with.

Sarah finally started to relax a bit with Molly. Strange as this place was, it
was nevertheless good to have someone relatively normal to talk to. Even
though she was still stark naked, and could hear the din of a lesbian orgy
nearby, she started to feel almost normal again.

The two girls continued to chat for a while. Molly told her of how she'd ended
up as another of Master's prisoners, which was much like Sarah's recollection
of her being brought here. Before that, Molly had been a college student as
well, though not with any real direction in her studies. Still, that didn't
leave her any more willing than herself to be turned into someone's toy.

"Hello Molly, I see that you've made a new friend." Holli chirped, as she 
walked up to the two girls. She was naked as usual, but carrying a shimmering
white garment in her arm.

"Bitch!" Molly grunted, as she rolled onto her hands and knees, and promptly
started to lick Holli's toes. She tried to fight against the waves of pleasure
that rolled through her with every lick, but she had barely started tongue
Holli's big toe, when she snaked a hand between her legs to start stroking
herself. Since her first day there, Molly had an instant dislike for Holli,
strong enough that she had many outbursts in front of their Master. In the end,
he had decided to deal with it by making Molly worship Holli's feet, whenever
Holli was near her, unless she told Molly to stop. Every lick Molly made would
bring her nearly to orgasm, and she would linger on that edge, as she worshiped,
Holli, until Holli gave her permission to cum, something Holli rarely did.

Holli smiled at the naked girl at her feet, then turned her attention to Sarah.
"Molly has always been temperamental, but Master was kind enough to show her
who the true mistress of this harem is. Now Sarah, he wishes your company,
please put these on and I will take you to him."

Sarah gingerly accepted the garments from Holli, and stood up solemnly. She
knew that she didn't have a real choice, but she didn't want to do this either.
She opened up the garments to see what she had, and whimpered. She held out a
shear white chemise, that she could easily see through, and a frilly pair of
crotchless white panties. "I can't wear this! It's indecent!"

"Of course it is sweetie, it's just a sexy wrapping, for your sexy little body,
in order to show it off. Now hurry up, Master doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Holli ordered, savoring Molly's degradation, and Sarah's obvious dismay.

Sarah wasn't only being dressed up in revealing clothes, but she knew she was
about to be used again, and Holli loved watching her squirm. She weighed her
options for only a few moments. If she resisted, it wouldn't be for long, and
she'd loose another part of herself, her modesty. Not that it was helping her
much right now, she didn't want to think about having more of her mind messed
with. On top of everything else, she could feel her pussy stirring in
anticipation of getting a real cock inside of it soon, further sapping her
will to resist. In the end, she surrendered, pulling the garment over her head
and pulling on the panties. She frowned at how lewdly her breasts tented out
the smooth sheer chemise, and the way the tips of her already hard nipples
were really lewdly exposed. She had to admit that the fabric felt wonderfully
erotic, as it flowed over her skin, and if not for the current circumstances,
she might even have enjoyed it. She didn't like the fact that it was
essentially transparent though, or that her engorged pussy lips were sticking
out lewdly from the hole in the panties she was now wearing.

"Oh, you look just darling. Master will love it. Come on now." Holli said,
turning back towards the harem room door. She pushed away Molly's face with
her feet, the long established way of telling Molly to stop licking at her
feet. Molly looked up with a scowl, still fuming about being made to service
Holli in such a degrading way. Holli loved it, but Master had sent her on a
mission, and that took precedence over her own indulgence.

Sarah sulked as she strolled along after Holli, dreading what was about to
happen, and how she knew that she'd react. She was already completely wet from
the heat between her legs in anticipation of the forth coming events, and that
just reinforced for her just how terrible her situation truly was. Not only
that, but she had never paraded around in anything this revealing, especially
in front of a man. Even though she'd already been stark naked, and thoroughly
ravished by this man, she was still thoroughly embarrassed about showing off
her nearly naked body like this. The jiggling of her unrestrained breasts
against the fabric, only served to reinforce how indecently dressed she felt,
a final indignity on top of everything else.

Holli knew all of this, as she walked just ahead of her Master's new pet. She
was just the kind of woman that Master always enjoyed, shy, reserved and
hiding her radiant beauty. These kinds of girls all had the same flavor, and
reacted in much the same way to Master's indulgences. With Sarah, however,
Holli would get one additional pleasure before throwing the girl into Master's
waiting arms. As they walked up to the doors of their Master's room, she
pulled around behind Sarah, and reached up between her legs, enjoying the silky
smoothness of her inner thighs.

"Hey!" Sarah objected, as Holli cupped her quivering mound. She squirmed as
she felt the other woman's fingers parting her nether lips, and playing with
her clit. Then she mewled as Holli's fingers sank into her pussy, and pulled
the walking dildo from her folds, in one smooth motion. The feeling of the
movement inside of her pussy sent shivers of pleasure through her, and moments
later, she felt a profound emptiness between her legs, filling her with
renewed longings to be mounted and fucked.

"You can't very well see the Master with you're pussy plugged." Holli remarked,
as she licked Sarah's toy with a long run up the side. "You taste wonderful,
we'll have to play sometime, so that I can show you how much fun two girls
can have."

Sarah was too humiliated to respond, totally overwhelmed by the whole notion
that she was being used, and that she could do nothing to save herself. In
fact, she feared that she would end up begging for it, because of the new need
that she now had to be fucked.

Holli saw the look of overwhelming despair on Sarah's face, and quickly
embraced the girl in an almost tender way. "Don't worry, you'll do fine, and
Master will love you. You're just his type. Play along with him, and you'll
have the ride of your life, believe me."

Sarah wanted to cry at that, but fought it back, she didn't want to show Holli
just how despondent she truly was. Later there would be plenty of time to cry,
and hopefully Molly would be there to help her. Now all that was left was to
endure this horror, and hope that she could find a way out of this terrible
place.

"Alright honey, time to go. You've kept our Master waiting long enough." Holli
said, as she pulled the door open to his room, and quickly shoved her inside.

Sarah felt the rush of airflow over her, as Holli closed the door. Instantly,
she felt her vulnerability again, and moved to cover herself with her hands,
and arms. No sooner had she done so, than she heard him howl with laughter.

"Hello Sarah. Feeling a little self-conscious today?" he said, as he smiled
and surveyed her shivering form. He could tell from just looking at her, that
she was bouncing between passion, fear and humiliation. This was just perfect
for him, as he loved his girls to be just like this.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Sarah whined, regretting it almost instantly.
She just felt so utterly overwhelmed, that she didn't know what to do. This
wasn't what she wanted, yet she could feel the growing need growing between
her legs, and taking its toll on her will. She didn't want to fight that, but
the thought of being a toy for someone else, aside from the fucking, still
fueled her resistance.

"Oh Sarah please, come here." her Master said, bowing his head and looking 
genuinely concerned. He was too, in a way. He certainly didn't want her to be
upset, not this way at least. He was used to it though, as most girls took a
few sessions to work past the core of their old moralities.

Sarah stood still for a moment, weighing her options. She knew that he still
held the ultimate trump card, the ability to change her thoughts at his whim.
So she moved towards him, though she still kept strategically covering herself.

"You don't have to cover yourself like that Sarah. You have a lovely body, and
you should allow others to enjoy it." her Master said in a complementary
manner. He didn't prefer to be very direct with his own girls. If she resisted
enough, he would force her, but he knew that the punishment that he could
offer was usually good enough to convince most girls easily, at least at this
stage in their use.

She let his words sink in, knowing exactly what he wanted. She again ran over
the potential punishments that he could offer, wondering if it wouldn't almost
be better to have her fears and embarrassment washed away. Then she remembered
what Holli had said about girls that he no longer had interest in, and she
didn't want to speed along the process of being sold into even more remote
slavery.

The Master smiled, as her arms crept down to her sides, slowly uncovering her
charms. She blushed deeply as he took in the sight of her nearly naked form,
nicely displayed through sheer material. He motioned for her to come to his
side. She hesitated for a moment, but then walked up beside where he was
sitting on a bed of pillows.

It wasn't until this moment, that she realized that he was completely naked,
and she took her place beside him. She couldn't keep her pussy from clenching
in need, as she looked at his erect cock standing up fully erect. She knew
just how good it was going to be to have it's thick length fully inside of her,
and the part of her that had forgotten her modesty, was already looking forward
to being fucked again. 

Master smiled as he saw her face contort with lust and despair, as she stared
down between his legs. No doubt her lust over the prospect of getting fucked
were conflicting with the rest of her moralistic views, that were still in
place inside of her head. He enjoyed the conflict, but he also had a beautiful,
and nearly naked young woman sitting at his side, and he wanted very much to
give her a far more personal experience.

Sarah squealed in surprise, as he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled
her down beside him. He seated her at his side, as he reached up to cup her
rounded breasts through the sheer chemise. She wasn't able to fight down the
moans of pleasure, as he gently fondled her. Her arousal had been unleashed
from the moment that Holli had unplugged her, and now she couldn't suppress
her body's reaction to the erotic attention that her body was receiving.

"You should be proud of your body Sarah. There isn't a man alive that wouldn't
want to enjoy your beauty." her Master whispered into her ear, as he continued
playing with her soft tittie mounds. He enjoyed the feeling of real breasts
far more than the perfectly molded orbs on his pixies, and Sarah's were
perfect, still firm and perky with youth. He could spend all day enjoying them,
and he was in no hurry today.

Sarah just sat there and endured, trying not to let him think that she was 
enjoying his massage, as much as she truly was. Most of the boys that she'd 
been with, had appreciated her breasts, but getting her into the sack was 
their true interest. Master was different, she noted, as he took his time
caressing her twin orbs. He was slow, patient, and seemed to savor her pert
pair of boobs. Before today she wouldn't have believed that she could be
brought to orgasm, just from having her breasts played with, but he was
teaching her a lesson today. His fingers seemed to know just how to squeeze
and rub and press her tender flesh. Occasionally she would gasp, as he tweaked
or rubbed one of her hardened little nipples.

"Do you like this?" he whispered again, as he continued. He'd already noticed
that she had stopped shrinking away from his touch, and was actually pressing
her chest into his hands openly, and wiggling into his fingers. Fucking a girl
into an orgasm was easy, especially in the state that Sarah was in, but breasts
were a far more challenging avenue, and Master enjoyed the challenge. 

"Mmm hmm." Sarah hummed, not wanting to put her true feelings into words.
Somehow, expressing how much she was enjoying his touch in words, would violate
her honor more than any other way. She'd never been stimulated this way before,
and her breasts were simply tingling with energy from his every caress. 

Master could feel his new pet quivering on the verge of release, and continued
molding her flesh with his hands. With just one orgasm like this, she would be
putty in his hands for the rest of the day, regardless of her previous
misgivings, and with any luck, she might even become enthusiastic over their
coupling, but Master wasn't expecting that from her quite yet. A few more
sessions with her, and she might become that pliable. Still, he was more than
willing to enjoy her just as she was now, and let her progress take its course.

By now she was no longer repressing any of her moans boiling up through her
throat. She was in heaven, and for the moment, everything else around her fell
away. Even the empty need coming from between her legs was dwarfed by the fires
being lit on her chest.

Then he took both of her quaking orbs in his hands, and squeezed them firmly.
She cried out as she felt her body explode in a mass of pleasure, all coming
from her chest. She fell back onto him, as a wave of raw energy crashed
through her, wiping out all other thoughts from her mind.

Master held her comfortably against himself, as she enjoyed the feelings he had
stirred within her. He enjoyed playing with tigers, and enjoyed taming them
just as much. He was already slipping his hand between her legs and parting
them, so that he could explore her mound. He smiled to himself when she spread
her legs apart for him, with no more than a casual touch at the top of her
mound. She would be tame for his pleasures tonight, he thought, as he slipped
his fingers between her damp folds.

Sarah mewled at his explorations, still too awash in her own pleasures to
object to his indecent advances. In fact she found herself enjoying his touch
between her lower lips. He had just primed her body for sex, and she suddenly
didn't want him to stop now. Her pussy was aching to be filled, and her body
was still rippling from the pleasures that his touch had stirred within her.
She knew that her inhibitions would disappear once she was aroused, and she
was burning with lust now.

"Did you enjoy that Sarah? Are you ready to serve me now?" her Master asked,
as his fingers ruffled the engorged petals between her legs. 

His question brought her back to a little bit of clarity, against the backdrop
of her burning passion. Still, while she now remembered how she came to be in
this man's arms, she couldn't deny the pleasures that she had just enjoyed, or
the needs that she now ran through her entire body. Even if she wasn't under
the cloud of soul robbing punishment, she wouldn't have been able to stop
herself from doing just what he wanted her to. She turned to look up at him
shyly, while she sent a hand between his legs, to take hold of the hard shaft
resting there.

"I liked it, sir," she whispered meekly, as she wrapped her fingers around him,
"and you can do whatever you want to me."

Master looked down into her sheepishly lustful eyes, and broke out laughing.
The sight of such lust and shyness combined was more than he could fight. She
looked up at him in surprise, at his rather unexpected roars of laughter, but
he didn't give her long to consider it. He fell back onto the pillows, and
picked her up by the waist, depositing her onto his stomach, with her legs
straddling his sides. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of this lovely girl,
lost to the ravages of lust, resting for a moment atop him, her breasts still
proudly tenting out the shear fabric of her chemise. He didn't regret choosing
her for a moment.

He looked up into her eyes and smiled. She nodded, warmly in response and
lifted her hips, as she moved into position to ride him, just as Jenny had
done only days before. Sarah wasn't thinking of that now, rather her entire
attention was on the man beneath her, and the wonderful cock that was about to
satisfy the horrible emptiness in her pussy. Master watched as she positioned
herself, merrily looking forward to a very enjoyable afternoon with his latest
toy.

***


"Master?" Wendy asked, draping herself seductively against Marcus's side, and
looking up at him with her best-lost puppy pout.

"Yes?" Marcus prompted, as he tried to walk with her clinging to him.

"Do I really have to wear these clothes Master? They're so itchy, and I know
that I look much better without them!" she whimpered.

She was dressed in a simple silk dress, the smoothest, most comfortable fabric
that could be found. It showed off her form nicely as well, hanging from her
spherical shaped breasts, and slinking tightly against her legs. Marcus had
tried to get her into more conservative clothes, but she came as close to
outright refusal as a slave could get. In the end, he didn't have the strength
to force her to wear it, and instead made her wear this dress. She wasn't
pleased exactly, but after looking in the mirror, she ceased her more severe
resistance. Marcus figured that this was part of her slave training, not to
wear any clothing at all. It would cut down on the chance that she could
easily escape, if she somehow regained the will to do so. Aside from that, she
did have a stunning body, and if it wasn't for the other agents, Marcus would
have been content to let her exhibitionist streak rule her.

"I told you, that its not appropriate when we're out like this. If you don't
want to wear the dress, you can go back to your room." Marcus replied calmly.

He hadn't even wanted to take her out of her room, given her behavior, but
after a few hours by herself, she had started crying to see him. Finally it
was decided that she could tag along with him, so long as she behaved, and
part of behaving, was wearing clothes.

"Okay Master." she replied as she smiled and snuggled into him even more
fiercely. She only wanted to be naked, because she that knew he would enjoy
her sexy body all the more that way. She knew girls didn't normally go around
naked, but she didn't mind, and anything that she could do to please her
master was acceptable to her.

Marcus just shook his head in frustration, not knowing what to do with his new
sex slave. That was something he never thought he'd have to deal with. Through
all of the cases that he'd dealt with, he'd wistfully thought about the good
side of having a sex slave. That was all fantasy however, and even though
Wendy certainly fit the mold in terms of performance in bed, Marcus had never
considered the ramifications of having a clinging, adoring girl latched onto
his side, while he was trying to do his work.

"You haven't had her surgically attached to you, have you?" Mel quizzed, as
she saw her partner's predicament. She wanted to break out laughing, but she'd
already done enough of that in the last day, watching the pair going all over
the Bureau together.

"Of course not. She just likes my company." Marcus tried to put a good spin on
having his new companion latched to him at the hip.

Wendy suddenly pulled away from him, and stepped in front of Marcus, thrusting
out both her chest and her hand towards Mel. "Hi! I'm Wendy Braumer, and I am
Master's new slave girl."

Mel looked at the perky girl in front of her with an odd wonderment. She'd seen
mind control work before, yet she couldn't recall ever seeing something this
outwardly entrenched. Mel had to fight off the notion that this girl truly
wanted this existence, Wendy was that convincing. "Yeah, I know, we met
earlier. I'm Mel, Marcus's partner."

"I guess, but that was before. I've only really been alive for two days, since
Master claimed me." Wendy chimed back, smiling fully, as she shook Mel's hand.

Marcus rolled his eyes again. This wasn't anything knew to him, Wendy had been
going on like that since he'd freed her tongue. After he'd recovered from
their first coupling, Marcus had done what he could to free Wendy from her
programming. He gave her back her name, and gave her free rein over her
actions. Still, Wendy had been fully conditioned to be a sex slave, and even
when given the choice, she would submit joyously to him. He learned that she
remembered everything about her old life, but she didn't care, nothing
mattered now except for him.

"So, how is she?" Mel whispered to her partner. She didn't want to be rude,
but something about Wendy just sent shivers up her spine. She knew what it was,
the fact that a girl could be so completely subverted, and that notion scared
her. Mel carried a deep hatred for mind controllers, from all of the damage
that they'd done, but Wendy was a sick work of art compared to the rest, a
testament to the depths of evil in the world.

"We have a couple more sessions with the telepaths later today. They think
that they're making progress, but I haven't really noticed. Otherwise we've
about pumped Wendy out of all of the information that she knows." he replied.

"Yeah, and I knew a lot of good stuff too, didn't I Master?" Wendy interjected,
as she beamed proudly. She didn't understand it, but her master had almost
been happier when she told them of all the details of her trainer's facilities
than he'd been after she'd pleasured him. She didn't worry herself about it,
anything that made him happy was good to her.

"You certainly did." Marcus replied, as he patted her on the head, like she
had been a good puppy, then looked up to Mel. "We don't have a precise
location yet, but we got positive ID's on several of the people there, though
not on the man in charge. Unfortunately all of them were other slaves, but it
does confirm our earlier data on who has been taken. There was one woman who
was flagged though."

"Holli Chapel. She was kidnaped about six years ago. She wandered back into a
town in western Nebraska about a year later, seemingly none the worse for wear.
Since then, she's distanced herself from her family and has taken a personal
assistant job for an unknown employer somewhere in northern Kansas. She shows
up in the local towns to pick up supplies, do deliveries and such, every few
days." Mel rattled off.

She'd watched the interview as well, and had already done the legwork. It
wasn't common practice to keep track of recovered kidnap victims, but Holli's
case had been tracked since no one had ever been caught for the crime, and the
fact that Holli herself discouraged the investigation. The local law
enforcement had figured that Holli had just eloped or something, but her case
had wound up at the Bureau, and though they didn't find anything, they weren't
so quick to close the case.

"Holli was nice, and very pretty, but I have better boobies." Wendy piped up,
somehow hoping to contribute, as she thrust her chest out to show off her own
globes.

Marcus shook his head and tried to ignore her. "And that area corresponds to
the nanotech supplies and equipment that we've traced was shipped to, but we
couldn't find in use. And the two agents that disappeared in the Nebraska area
a few weeks ago. An awful lot of coincidences."

Mel nodded. "That's what we thought. We've got agents moving into the area to
try and track down Holli, and see if she'll lead us back to anything. An
assault team is being readied right now to go in as soon as we have something.
We've been asked to go with them. They need a pair of experts on the equipment,
to make sure nothing is damaged, so that we have a chance at helping the
victims."

"I'll get myself ready to go. How long before a staging area is ready?" he
asked.

"We'll have a place just west of Lincoln set up in less than six hours. They'll
need us there as soon as we can get there." Mel replied. It would take them
about three hours to travel there, so they still had a bit of time to get
their stuff. Operations like this weren't uncommon, and both partners were
well prepared to go with such little notice.

"Alright, I'll see you on the runway in two hours." Marcus replied, as he
headed out of the room. He didn't have too much time to assemble his gear, and
he had to deal with his new tag along.

"Where are we going Master?" Wendy chirped, as she swayed along behind him, 
doing her best to keep up with his determined pace, while still appearing
graceful and sexy.

"You can't come with me, Wendy. It's not safe for you. I'll leave you with
Agent Poe. You'll do everything that he tells you to do, alright?" he
instructed her. He only hoped that she wouldn't object too much.

"Yes Master, but I really don't want to stay behind. Who's going to fuck you,
if I'm not around?" Wendy whimpered, hoping to convince him that he really
did want to take her along.

"I'll be fine. I just don't want to put you in any danger. We'll have plenty
of time for sex when I get back." he answered. He laughed at himself for the
kind of promises he had to make to her. In truth, this was the one thing about
having Wendy around that he did enjoy, the fact that she would never turn down
his advances. It did take away the thrill of the conquest, but she did make up
for it with her raw determination.

"Okay Master, I can't wait until then!" she squealed, already looking forward
to getting to fuck her master again. "Do you have time for a quickie before
you go, Master? I'd really like to send you off in style."

"I wish I did, but I barely have enough time to get my equipment ready as it
is. I'll make it up to you later." Marcus replied. The notion was tempting,
and if he pushed it, he could make the time. Still, he had far more important
things to worry about right now, than the extremely tempting little vixen
swaying along behind him.

"Alright Master." she replied, finished in her attempts to seduce him. For now
she simply accepted that her master didn't want her attentions, until he
returned from his trip. She wished that she would have the chance to please
him one more time, but she was learning when to cut her invitations short. Her
master would use her when he wished, and was fully aware of her willingness
and desire to please him at his whim.

Marcus noted, as Wendy ceased her appeals, that she was learning to accept his
style of domination. She had obviously been programmed for someone far more
intent on using her constantly, but she was adapting to his preferences quickly.
He figured that within a few more days, she would settle into being his
faithful slave so well, that he might not even find her role distracting,
aside from the sex of course. He wasn't sure whether or not the idea of
getting used to having a sex slave was good or bad.

But for now, there were far more important concerns. He had to prepare himself
for his next test, unsure of what he was going to be walking into within the
next few days. His standard field lab would already be on the plane along with
most of his gear. Only his personal kit would need to be put together, and
there wasn't too much to worry about there. This wasn't a vacation, clothes
and basic hygienics where all he needed, in addition to the case background
information. There was no doubt that this organization was dangerous, he only
hoped that they weren't ready for the Bureau.

End Part 4

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