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Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Part: 9
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 9 (mc, nc, mf)
Farleven  (farleven@yahoo.com)
January 2003
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Marcus looked around, both awed and upset at the same time. This was a
paradise, a perfect little island. The kind of place that people dreamed that
they could visit, much less live at. All of 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's 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 sun dress. As always, neither woman was inclined to wear much
of anything anyway, but he wasn't about to let them run around here naked.

"Oh look at how pretty it is here Master!" Wendy cooed, 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. She giggled again, as she thought of
playing a castaway with her master, three little naked castaways with nothing
but each other to keep entertained with, until someone found them, if someone
ever found them.

"Maybe later Wendy." he replied.

In truth he wouldn't have minded seeing her romp along the beach without a
stitch of clothing on, but this certainly wasn't the time. Of course, he was
well aware that 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 them
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 at 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'm so glad that my message
was well received. I hope that you three haven't been too troubled." Larange
said smiling, 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 your needs."

Marcus simply nodded and followed, not really wanting to converse with this
man. Wendy and Mel followed closely behind him, each content and concerned.
Their future was in doubt, in a way that their twisted minds found hard to
comprehend. They were going to be free again, but such a notion was contrary
to their current state, that of being 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 up like that. Please, make
yourselves comfortable. I'm sure that Marcus won't mind." Larange offered, as
they strolled along. Both girls sighed out of 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 that it was their real personalities at work, that made them want to be
that way.

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 it would
be?"

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 of the time.
Marcus is a great lover too, and Wendy is so much fun to work with. I still
wished that 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'll bet that you feel wonderful, standing out here
completely naked, am I right?" he said, as he moved 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. She 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."
she 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 said, as he 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. She 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 back at her.
She wondered just what was going through her mind. Knowing Wendy, the only
thing in her head was her latest plan to get Marcus into bed.

She wasn't very far off. Wendy could hardly keep herself from planning her
next encounter with her master. She was always plotting that, always giggling
at herself, over 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 naked body. 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 of her concerns, but she had no idea of
what that really meant for her. In the end, she trusted her master's judgement,
and that was enough.

Marcus was grinding his teeth. He wanted to rip Larange apart with his bare
hands, and he knew that 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 the most, and then
he'd be away from here, and at least his two girls would be themselves again.

"Please sit wherever you'd like. Holli will fix us all a drink, and then I'll
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 Shon 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 any direct
harm. He had considered placing her under full Asimov constraints, but he had 
thought that it would too likely 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 knocked out. 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 here 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 that 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, only to see Larange's
smiling face. It was not something that he was very happy to see.

"Good morning my friend. I hope you're doing well." Larange said, as he 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 doubted that 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 that 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 his 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. he 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
he 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 at the thought.

"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 he couldn't deny a sudden surge of desire
just from looking at them, especially Molly. Her long brown hair flowing over
her perfect curves, sent him reeling in lust. In fact, he couldn't think
straight, sexual attraction was always distracting, but this was far more
potent. Without even thinking, he tore off his clothes, and jumped over to
Molly.

Molly squealed as he grabbed her, and threw her on top of a bed of pillows.
She was already aching with need as well, a conditioned response that her
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 spread her legs open widely,
eager for this new man to plow into her, to give her yet another release.
Somewhere inside of her, a part of her raged impotently against her needs, but
it was a voice lost in the background of her overwhelming sexual desire.

He 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 come over him, but he needed to claim this woman and do so now.
He reached down and ripped her panties from her waist, with one violent pull.
He smiled at the welcome scent of her arousal, and the sight of her eager form
spread willingly before him. He tossed the shredded remains of her panties
over his shoulder, and then moved to mount her. He wrapped a hand over each of
her firm tittie mounds, and squeezed them possessively, as he positioned
himself on top of her expertly. Then with a howl of pleasure, he thrust his
prick firmly into her, claiming her flesh, and enjoying the tight heat of the
eager slut writhing beneath him.

Molly moaned as she was manhandled. She spread herself wantonly, and cried out
shamelessly, as he shoved his cock into her depths. He was savage, almost
beastly, as he fucked her mercilessly, and she 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 her Master held back, but not this man, he was claiming
her completely. It was riveting and powerful, and she 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 and so passionate, that he was absorbed in their carnal act. Their
bodies merged together, writhing and pounding with untamed lust. Their voices
echoed the animalistic 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 animalistic passions, with 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 nor Wendy in that time. Larange had said
it was part of the process, but that hadn't allayed his concerns for them. He
was pleased to see both of them dressed normally, and not squirming to get out
of their 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 of them went out of their way to
submit herself before him. He smiled at that, relieved that they'd come this
far, and he hoped that he'd find out how much they had fully returned to
normal later.

"Are you two all right?" he 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, placing her hand on Wendy's arm to
comfort her.

Wendy shook her head. "Not really, the last thing that 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 that 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 that you
were all right. Now it is time to for you all to catch the boat to the airport.
I'm sorry that 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 of his island.
He couldn't have any more fun with them, so there wasn't any reason to keep
them around any longer than necessary. He was pleased to see the reversal
program had worked 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 her coma, but that didn't
seem like a sufficient explanation for just how weird everything felt. Even
the clothing that 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 pressed. He didn't
want to wait here any longer than was necessary. The sooner that he got these
girls off of the island, the sooner that 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 said, as he 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 a way. I'm 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?"

"Yeah, 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, that he couldn't help but to
feel guilty. He did believe that Mel forgave him, but he also knew that he
could never ask for it from Wendy. That was even more true now, since she
didn't even seem to remember him at all, much less his role in her life for
the last few months.

They boarded the boat without any further conversation, and were soon off to
the local island with the airport, to head home. Even being local, it was
still a several hour voyage. He had taken to sitting on the deck, watching the
waves rolling by. He had a lot on his mind, and rolled over the issues, as he
rested. There was so much that he'd done, and 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
that he could to restore them. Yet he still let himself indulge in the
pleasures that they so freely offered. He didn't know just what he could do
about it now, just how to atone for his actions, 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, wicked smile on
her face.

"Hello Wendy. How are you doing?" he asked. He was a little surprised to see
her now, since she'd kept a good distance 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 though, and I thought that you'd be good
company." she said, giggling again, as she sat down on the edge of his chair.
"And I wanted to thank you for helping me."

"Oh there's no need for that, I was just doing my job." he said, hoping to cut
her off. He wasn't exactly sure where she was going with this, but the tone of
her voice was very alluring, and he certainly didn't want to encourage her.

"Don't be silly, it's only right for a woman to reward her hero." she said, as
she grabbed his hand and pulled it to her chest. She helped him squeeze her
breasts through her blouse and as she moaned in pleasure.

"Wendy, you shouldn't do this." Marcus exclaimed, as he pulled his hand away.
He had been tempted though, her flesh was still tempting, and he was curious
as well. All of his previous encounters had been with the slave girl Wendy, in
her greatly augmented body, but now she was back to normal. Now he knew how
her smaller, perky breasts felt to his touch, and he couldn't help but to
wonder just how much the rest of her had changed.

"I know you want me." she said, smiling at him, as she ran a hand over his
crotch, rubbing against the outline of his hard shaft. "And I want you too."

He was about to object again, when she fell upon him and kissed him fully on
his lips. She pressed her body against him longingly, as her tongue darted
into his mouth. His resistance just melted at that point, and 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.
He watched as she slowly pulled her top open, one button at a time, until a
perfect pair of brazier encased adolescent breasts came fully into view. He
didn't wait for her to continue, before reaching up and cupping her lovely orbs.
She moaned, as he kneaded her flesh through the silky fabric of her bra. While
he played with them, she reached behind her back, and unclasped the restraining
garment. He pulled it away smoothly, and savored the sight of her now naked
bosom. Her breasts were round and perky, and her little pink nipples were
poking out proudly into the air, both of them hard with arousal.

"You are so beautiful." he said, as he reached up, and cupped her perfect
bosom. Her breasts were wonderfully firm, and he loved how she moaned when he
played with the hardening tips of her nipples.

Wendy blushed a little at his words, but smiled wickedly again, as she said,
"It's your turn now!"

With that, she pulled herself off of him, and fell upon his shorts. With
skillful speed, she 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. He moaned, as her delicate
little fingers ran over his eager flesh. He was beyond control now, and he
grabbed her, lifting her over his waist. She understood what he wanted, and
parted her legs to straddle him.

She hiked up her skirt, as she knelt over his waist and smiled, as she 
revealed her naked crotch. "I'll that bet you didn't know that I woke up 
without any panties on today!"

Marcus simply laughed, as he watched her grab a hold of his cock, and guide it
to her entrance. They both moaned, as his prick slipped inside of her, as she
impaled herself on him. She wiggled her hips, as the last inch of his shaft
sank into her wet softness, 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 that 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 her ominous speech, barely registered in his
mind. He was aroused, and that pressure kept him from fully thinking things
through. He knew that 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 of his 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.

He held her snoozing form to him, 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 be 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. He wished he could do more,
but at the least he'd brought these two women back as far as he could. He
wished that 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, he knew that they'd work through it
together, just as they had so far. From here on though, 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 on out, it was all that he could do.

***


Larange watched cheerfully as the boat steamed away. It would be another week
before the next boat came, 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 some rather unpleasant business. He frowned at the
two girls standing dutifully in front of him, each naked as the day that they
were born, 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 he let his hands roam
over 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
that they'd arrived. Their innate charms had diminished with the strength of
their own wills. 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.
He 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 markets. Now that
he had to return his pets, he would no longer have the 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 story to
tell about their whereabouts, since they were reported missing.

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, he was
tired of them now anyway. He looked back fondly on their first days in his
care, their slow realization of their subjugation. He 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 said, as
he nodded, and watched as their perfect rears swayed out of the room. He had
to admit that 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, his agreement with the Bureau 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 depressing ones.

He 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?" He asked,
as he straightened his shirt. He always loved introductions, and this was the
first one that 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 that 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 mane 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, and he 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." she squeaked,
sheepishly. It was obvious she was the quiet reserved type, and he was almost
drooling over the pleasure that her service would bring.

"Oh it isn't a bother, I make it a point to always deal personally with all of
my staff, so that we can always enjoy a pleasant environment here." he paused,
as he heard the door open behind him. "Ah, Holli must be here with our drinks."

Larange watched as Ashley's eyes bulged out of her head, and her mouth dropped
open. Holli of course was completely naked, 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 Dr. Larange. Her fear and horror were 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?" he 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 replied, as she wiggled back against his caresses, 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 into 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 as well. 
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
that I have. Then perhaps Holli and I can introduce you fully to your new
duties here." Larange said, smiling, as he savored every moment of confused
anguish on her face. She didn't know what was happening, and this was all so
completely overwhelming to her. This was supposed to be a simple maid's job
for one year, for an eccentric millionaire, on his own island.

Even more bizarre, Ashley found that she couldn't even help herself. She found
herself getting up on her feet, at his command, with her hands unbuttoning her
blouse. It was so strange. she knew that she shouldn't be doing what he asked
her to do, but at the moment, his suggestion that she get naked, in order to
properly introduce herself, in the nude, seemed like a good idea. She didn't
know where that notion had come from, in fact, she new she shouldn't disrobe
for any job. Still, she felt very satisfied, as she unhooked her bra, and
slipped it off of her shoulders, exposing her pert little breasts. Even better
still, was the rush of excitement that she got, when she slipped off her slacks
and panties, finally standing 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 to blush, as
he openly looked her over, his eyes traveling over her firm breasts, her
slender waist, and finally to her well-trimmed bush. She had never stood in
front of a man like this before, but she felt compelled to thrust out her tits
and spread her legs for him, so that he could see just how lovely she really
was.

"Oh my dear Ashley, you are a find. I know that we'll all enjoy every moment
of your stay with us, and every pleasure that your sexy little body can give.
Now, let's retire to my bed room, and I can complete our introductions."
Larange said, smiling at her, as he led the girls to his chambers. The spell
that Ashley was under, would fade soon, and her true resistance would begin.
He looked forward to it, subjugating such an innocent and lovely creature was
so compelling, that 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 her throaty moan, as he molded her flesh in his hands, 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 right now. Certainly there
could be no better joy in life 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. It took me long enough didn't it? :) Well I hope that 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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