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Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Part: 8
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 8 ( mc, nc, mf )
Farleven  ( farleven@yahoo.com )
January 2003
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"You've got to be kidding me!" Marcus bellowed, as he heard the director. After
everything that had happened, he couldn't believe he would have to accept this
as well.

"There's no choice, you know the facts as well as I do. If we risk calling his
bluff the whole world will end up just like your little slave girls, and we
can't risk that." the director replied. He wasn't any happier about the
decision than Marcus. 

"And how do we know he won't do something worse? Give him a little time and 
security, and he might do worse than he's threatening now. We can't just let
him be!" Marcus screamed. He couldn't accept that Larange could be let off the
hook, even given the threat he represented.

"We can't guarantee that and you know it. Still, we know that he can turn the
world population into mindless sex crazed idiots. Civilization would fall, and
countless numbers of millions would die, since the only concern of the
survivors would be to hump anyone that they could find. He will be contained,
on an island, and his victims won't even know what happened to them, after
their year at his sanctuary. They will also be quite well paid for their
service. I don't like it, but if this satisfies that bastard, then it will be
a small price to pay." The director explained.

The arrangement hadn't been easily arrived at. The Bureau had wanted every
assurance that it could get, that Larange would not be able to threaten the
world, but in the end, he held all of the cards. He was willing to give them
much of their desires, but in the end, there was no doubt that he had gotten
everything that he wanted. The tropical island was paradise, and a first rate
mansion, and a small village would be built to support Larange in exile. He
would also take in servants, women and men that he would be able to play with
for a year, before returning their mind and body to them, and allowing them to
return to their old lives, after their lucrative service was complete. Their
wages would be in the hundreds of thousands dollars each, and they would
remember the time that they had spent as servants in his employ, but not the
perversions that they would likely endure. Larange would not be allowed off of
the island, and the Bureau would maintain a military blockade around the
island, with the promise to sink any ship that sailed in or out, without
permission. Boats were the only transportation allowed, as well, to keep
Larange properly caged, and long range surveillance with infrared and
telescopes would assure that he didn't leave the island.

"And what about Mel? Is she going to be left like this forever?" Marcus asked.

He had to admit that a part of him wanted her to stay this way. She was just a
perfect sex slave in her current state. He did care about her though, and no
matter how much he enjoyed her, he wanted the old Mel back, or at least allow
her to again choose her own fate. He hoped that something could be done for
Wendy as well, though he didn't have a connection to the real Wendy to draw up
any deep sympathy for her, beyond that of anyone subjected to such a fate. The
Wendy that he knew had no complaints, in fact she seemed totally devoted to
her life at his feet, and it wasn't always easy for Marcus to truly absorb the
thought that all this was just an imposed personality, not one of her choosing.
It didn't help any that he wanted to believe that she wanted to be his slave
as much as she said she did. Still, he had to try to get them back to normal.
There just wasn't any other choice he could live with.

"Larange mentioned that. He's willing to reverse the conditioning on Mel, and 
any other of the girls that we have, that have undergone his treatments. It
will have to be done on his island, once he is established there." The
director answered. This at least he was happy about. He had known Mel for much
of her time in the Bureau, and to see her reduced to her current state sent
shivers down his spine. At times the director even wondered about Marcus's
true motives. Just looking in his eyes told the director everything that he
needed to know. Marcus truly wanted the old Mel back, and that pleased the
director more than he would have guessed.

"How long will that be?" Marcus asked.

He was still fuming over Larange's fate, but at least Mel and Wendy would be
helped. There wasn't much that he could do, the Bureau had decided, and he
understood. They didn't have a choice. He didn't like it, but he couldn't
offer an alternative that didn't jeopardize the entire civilization. But that
didn't keep him from wanting to strangle Larange with his own hands, but in
the end, he didn't have a choice either.

"A month. I'm sure you'll make do. You'll be on leave until then, and we'll
inform you of all the arrangements as soon as we have them made. Now please go,
I have to finish making the arrangements for the construction projects. I want
to finish this business as soon as I can." The director finished. He had plenty
more unpleasant business to attend to this day, and Marcus had taken up enough
of his time. There wasn't anything more that he could do, but that was enough
for now.

"Okay, a month then." Marcus grumbled, and walked out of the office. There
wasn't anything more that he could do here. Larange was being let off, and he
would have to accept that in time. He also knew that he had two very naked,
and horny women to attend to. In some ways it was a chore, wonderful and
sexual, but their needs were so intense that he didn't want them to suffer too
long. He could hardly believe that he felt this way about it, that having two
willing sex slaves wasn't a joy, but a responsibility. 

"Oh Marcus! You look so troubled, let me help you." Mel cooed, as he stumbled
into their suite. She was naked, as had become the custom of the two girls
when in his quarters. Wendy gave him a cheerful wave, as he walked in, and came
out to help Mel comfort him.

"Now just lay down on the bed here and tell us all about it." Mel guided him
to the bed and began to give him a very skillful massage on his shoulders. As
she did, Wendy moved to his feet, and began her own massage there. As with
their sexual skills, both women had the art of massage imprinted on their
minds, and Marcus appreciated every bit of their skill.

"Mmm." Marcus groaned, as their delicate hands did their work. "Larange is
going to be let off. They're giving him his own little island kingdom, and a
steady stream of victims to play with."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know how much you wanted him, but I'm sure it's better 
this way. We wouldn't want everyone to turn into little whores like me and 
Wendy, would we?" Mel replied.

"Yeah, then we'd have too much competition for your nice big cock, Master!"
Wendy giggled. That was the only downside of such a thing to her, aside from
her master's displeasure with it happening. Being a sex slave was a natural,
wonderful life, but she didn't want to have to share her Master with any more
women then she had to. Mel was enough competition for his attentions, and
Wendy didn't want to expand the pool even further.

"Wendy, you just don't understand, people don't want to be sex slaves like you,
and everything would fall apart, if all we did was think about sex all of the
time. Just look at me! I used to be a top field agent here, and now I can't do
anything, except figure out how to get this big hunk's cock inside me again.
If everybody did that, we wouldn't have food, or electricity or anything. So
even if we have to let that evil man enjoy himself in a small way, it's better
than losing our civilization." Mel explained, as she continued her careful
massage. She skillfully used her hands and body to help Marcus relax that and
slowly bring him to a sexual boil, that she could exploit.

"I guess, but I don't care, so long as my Master is happy. So do you want to
fuck me now, Master?" Wendy giggled. She was always offering herself like that,
no shame, no embarrassment. Wendy was a sex toy, and she didn't want him to
forget that for a moment.

"Wendy!" Mel chastised her fellow slave with a giggle. 

"It's all right, Mel. She's been a good girl today, she deserves it." Marcus
laughed, and rolled onto his back. Just one look at Wendy's alluring and eager
form had him hard again. Marcus smiled, as he watched Wendy's lip turn up in a
wide, happy smile, at the sight of his naked and hard cock. "Okay, Wendy, jump
on."

Wendy squealed with joy, and jumped onto the bed, straddling him with a
swiftness that impressed even Mel. "Thank you, Master!" Wendy cooed, as she
wrapped her delicate little fingers around his shaft, and guided it to her
entrance. Marcus moaned a bit, as Wendy rubbed the tip of his shaft along her
dripping slit, to lubricate him, before she slipped the tip of his shaft into
her boiling folds. Then with a smooth and very tempered motion, she sank onto
her master's cock, splitting her perfectly tailored folds, even as those folds
began working their magic, milking the shaft that was filling her. 

Finally Wendy giggled again, and squirmed her very full pussy against him.
Then she bent over and pulled his hands to her quaking breasts, and moaned
shamelessly, as he kneaded her tender flesh.

"Oh, that feels so good!" Wendy cooed, as Marcus played with her taught
nipples. She always loved it when he did that, especially when she had her
pussy stuffed full. This was certainly the best of both worlds.

"In a month you'll be going home Wendy. Larange has agreed to change you back
to normal, you and Mel both." Marcus stated idly, as he squeezed her breasts
longingly. He knew that he'd miss her. In a way, Wendy was a lot like a puppy.
She was cute, energetic and eager to please. Marcus knew that he'd fallen for
her, not really love exactly, but he cared for her deeply, almost in the same
way anyone cares for their pet. Of course it wasn't exactly like that, since
most people didn't spend hours locked in a sexual embrace with the family pets.

"I am home, Master. I don't ever want to leave you." Wendy replied. Her words
were forceful and certain. Marcus simply nodded. He knew that she couldn't
understand right now, her very condition prevented it. Still, in a month it
would be over. He wondered if she would remember any of this, and he wondered
if she could ever forgive him for it. 

"Don't worry Master, just enjoy." Wendy cooed. With that she started milking
his cock in that wonderfully skillful way that only she could do. Mel had all
the lust to be a passionate lover, but Wendy's very flesh had been rebuilt for
her role as a sex slave. Her vagina was infinitely controllable, Wendy had
given him a demonstration once, showing him how she could control each of the
muscles that lined her inner walls, at the same time. It was nearly inhuman,
but it allowed her to ripple her folds in a wonderfully pleasurable way, and
she'd had the time to learn just how Marcus liked her to work him over with it.

That was all that he needed, and Marcus drifted off into a pleasurable haze.
It hadn't taken him long to reach his first release, but his two girls weren't
about to let him stop there. As the night slipped away, there were so many
other encounters, with the three locked intimately together, and climbing to
the peak of ecstasy.

***


Larange sat back on his new beach and smiled. He'd only been here for a few
days and already he could see how easy it would be to make a life here. It was
a tropical paradise, sunny and warm, with the salt taste of fresh sea air
enveloping him. His mansion was everything that he could have wanted, and he
had plenty of suggestions for the remaining additions. The small town of
support staff was a tempting morsel as well, after the construction was
complete, it would house his own people, or rather the short term victims that
he would be allowed to hold in his sway, for a year at a time. With that he
would have enough variety to keep himself entertained forever. 

For the moment, he was enjoying the sight of the ocean slapping against the
beach and his current assortment of slaves frolicking along the sandy beach.
All of them were appropriately nude, and Larange was in full awe of the beauty.
Even after all the carnal indulgences that he'd taken in the last few years,
he was in no way jaded. The nude female was the height of art, and he was
fully the connoisseur. 

He was still assembling his flock. They'd been driven to the forest after the
raid on his main complex, and Larange was wary about bringing them all back.
Of course, any he brought to the island, would have to be freed in time, as
with all slaves, that was part of the deal. He didn't regret it, most of them
were simply fodder for sale anyway, and he'd long since gotten his enjoyment
from them. He had no concern about seeing them return to their lives, with an
altered perception of what they'd truly done in their time away.

Larange regretted that he wouldn't be free to make up the stories himself. The
Bureau had final approval, since they wanted to make sure that his victims
return to society was a smooth as possible. 

"What bother's you, Master?" Holli asked, as she handed him another drink. She
was also completely naked, aside from her dark rimmed glasses. She was worried
about him, he'd been less amorous since they'd reached the island. That wasn't
very much like him, and Holli was concerned.

"Many things, my dear." Larange replied, and patted her ass to reassure her.
"I feel that I've made a deal with the devil, placing myself on this island. I
know that I can leave if I want, that their security is no match for my
nano technology. Still, if they decide that I'm bluffing, or think that they've
gotten a way to beat my tech, I'll be hopelessly vulnerable."

"That could never happen, Master, you're too well prepared." Holli replied. 

"No, I've overlooked something. That's the flaw of man, you know, missing 
things. There is somewhere a gapping whole in this plan, and one day a smart
agent at the Bureau will figure it out. Oh I'll find some of the leaks, as
time goes on, but in the end, I'm left with just faith. Faith that the Bureau
will keep its word, and faith that my contingencies will be enough to keep
them at bay, until I'm on my death bed." Larange replied. He laughed at
himself a bit, being so serious. It was just like how he felt when he traveled,
he always felt like he was forgetting something, even if he didn't. At least
for the moment, he had time, and that he could enjoy.

"I have faith in you Master. You won't let us down." Holli tried to further
bolster his confidence. A part of her found it funny that she, a mere slave,
could be in a position of reassuring her master, but it didn't bother her. She
was here to serve, and the capacity didn't really matter.

"At least you will stay at my side Holli, if nothing else." Larange ran his
hands down her thigh. That was almost the hardest thing to negotiate, but in
the end, the Bureau folded. Holli would stay his, even as he had to return all
of his other slaves. In truth she'd been the one to return to him, so many
years ago, and asked him to take her back. He wasn't about to go back on that
now, after all she'd helped him do. The Bureau wasn't about to believe him
though, and so he had to insist in the severest terms, and thankfully, they'd
relented.

"Of course Master, I would never want to leave you again." she cooed. It had
been so lonely and meaningless without him. Holli never even tried to turn her
thoughts to those times. Being at her Master's side in the present was more
than enough for her.

"I will miss the hunt though. Just strolling through a mall, or down the
street, and finding a cute smile. That will be the hardest part about being
stuck on this island." Larange remarked. He knew it too. Certainly he hardly
went out often in the last few years, given the risk. Still, it was the most
fun that he could remember having, the thrill of conquest, with the risk of
capture. There wasn't anything more exciting, but now it was gone. The Bureau
had insisted that he not leave the island, since not only would it be hard to
control him, but he could have an unfortunate accident, that would end
civilization.

That wasn't quite true, but he didn't want to diminish their fear of his
untimely death. That very fear protected him. In fact, he had his slaves
programmed to recognize the difference between an untimely, and a timely
passing. Nano machines inside of him prevented something natural looking from
being mistaken as something unnatural, such as the case of poisons. He wasn't
bluffing though, that was for certain, if he did die in an untimely death,
there would be a revenge asserted. The depth of it wouldn't be as severe as
they believed, but again, that belief helped him. He didn't want to end
civilization, but having his enemies believe that he was prepared to do so,
would keep them at bay, and allow him to do what he really wanted to.

"There are advantages though, my sweet little slave, like being able to do this
on an open beach." Larange laughed, and pounced out of his chair, grabbing her
as he went. With a rush, he pulled her to the ground, and rolled on top of her.
She squealed with delight, and spread her legs wide open for him. Her natural
arousal in his presence was fully unleashed, and she could feel her pussy
dripping with eagerness. She swooned at his boldness, and moaned merrily, as
she felt the bulge of his shaft pressing into her dripping folds.

"Oh Master!" Holli cried out, as he pressed his prick into her, with practiced
ease, claiming her in high fashion. He smiled down at her, as he thrust into
her willing flesh. He reveled in the moment, enjoying the warmth of the sun,
the smell of the salty sea air, and the pleasures of the young woman spread
out beneath him.

Soon they were writhing together, locked together intimately. The other slave
girls who had been frolicking on beach, were now turned to the scene, absorbed
by the sight of their master claiming a woman. It was rare to have this view,
to watch, as he thrust his cock into feminine flesh. Certainly every girl
there had known his attentions, but only a few had seen him in action, when
they were not servicing him. It was a sight that struck at their very core,
and every girl was soon stroking her fingers between her legs, and across her
bosom, as she watched. 

Holli was in heaven. All the pleasure that she had ever known, was engulfing
her now. Her master's shaft was plowing her fields, and it was a wondrous
feeling being split open by him. She reveled in the control that she had,
thanks to the changes that he made within her, her writhing passage rippled
with her instructions, bring her master pleasure, yet keeping him from his
ultimate release. She thanked him again, for making her his slave, as she
bucked her hips back against him. This was all that she had ever wanted, and
it was everything that she could have hoped for.

Larange enjoyed himself as well. He didn't have the benefit of a slaves
modified sexual ecstasy, however. Holli was a perfect slave though, and he 
savored every moment that he spent with her. Her breasts jiggled against his
chest, as he hammered his cock into her tight passage. It was too easy though,
he lamented, while he pounded his willing slave. she didn't fight him at all,
she had no true will of her own, and that was what he always remembered at the
end of every romp with her. He had tried to instill these things into her
again, but he had come to realize something about her in the process. She had
always wanted to be a slave, which was why she'd returned to him after being
released. He had taken pity on her then, and accepted her back, but she was a
happy slave, a willing slave and that lacked the power over her that he sought. 

In the end, it was his thoughts of all the cute unsuspecting girls who would
soon be coming to his island, to work at his resort, that sent him over the
edge, not the expertly writhing form of his head slave. In a way, he felt
sorry to her for that, knowing that she found so much value in her quality, as
a sex slave. She was good he knew, and if he'd wanted to, he could have
fetched an amazing price for her long ago, but she'd placed her fate in his
hands. Somehow, that alone made it impossible for him to let her go. He
contemplated that, as he gave her a very heartfelt kiss. In the end, he
wondered if he didn't honestly love her, but that was a thought for another
time.

"Thank you Master." Holli cooed, after she finished cleaning their shared
juices from his withered shaft. She had managed to bring him to another
release with just her tongue and mouth, and licked her lips at the thought. 

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a boat approaching the guest dock. 
The island had two docks set up. One was for the support village, and looked
like any working dock in the world. The other dock was one set up for guests,
and granted immediate access to the mansion, and to Larange himself. He
wondered sometimes just how many guests would need to be entertained, but it
seemed like a good idea.

He considered for a moment the state of his undress, and that of his slaves,
and decided that at least he needed to wear something. He quickly pulled on
his robe, and found his sandals. This was his island, and he had a certain
image to maintain, especially to people that he didn't know. The girls could
remain as they were, in fact it was an excellent show of exactly who was in
control here after all. As he set off for the dock, he noticed that Holli was
dutifully in tow behind him. She was always good for that, he noted she did
make a wonderful administrator for his harem, and most of his affairs. Again
he was thankful for her presence, and was sure that she'd find a way to make
herself useful.


End Part 8


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