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Subject: {ASSM} NEW Absolute, Part 2 (FF, F-DOM, MC, NC, HUM,)by Sara H
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This is an adult lesbian story, including extreme sexual
situations among women, including dominance, submission,
and mind control. If such things offend you, please read no
further. Reading is a voluntary act. Parents, take
responsibility for your children.

(c)2001 Sara H

This story is posted by kind permission of the author. Do
not post elsewhere, in part or in whole, without the
express permission of Sara H.

----

*Note: I've included a sort of tribute to Alphax and his
story "Presents" in this segment... for those who see a
similarity, it was on purpose, and done with great
affection for a story that has given me much pleasure over
the years...

- Sara*

----

Absolute

by Sara H

Categories: FF, F-DOM, MC, NC, HUM

----

*Part Two*

Patsy looked at Natalie with her biggest puppy-dog eyes.
Up to now, it had been the one thing that Natalie couldn't
resist. The uncomfortable silence was excruciating. "Nats.
Look over here. There's something I want you to see."

"What makes you think I want to see it?" Natalie's voice
was cold as ice.

"Curiosity."

"I'm not curious."

"Yes, you are."

"Fuck you."

"Come on, Nats, what's wrong?" Patsy asked. Her voice
betrayed real confusion.

"You *know* what's wrong. You betrayed me. I trusted you."
Natalie refused to look at her.

"I had to be convincing. Tamara would have known I was
faking if I did anything else," pleaded Patsy.

"Yeah, right," spat Natalie.

"You would have done the same thing."

"No, Patsy, I wouldn't. It would never have gone that far."

"Listen. It's taken months to get this far into Tamara's
circle of trust. I've brought something that will explain
it better. Please look."

"No."

"Please?"

"You're not going to leave until I look, are you?"

"Natalie... well, no, I'm not. It's important. Seven years
as partners, Nats. It's important. I promise."

Natalie glanced up at her partner briefly. She barely
caught a glimpse of something in her hand. It was enough.
"Ohhhhhh... "

Patsy felt herself break into a wicked smile as she held
the laptop closer. "That's right, Natalie. Look at the
screen. It almost looks alive, doesn't it? So full of
pleasure. Do you feel it?"

"What the fuck... is... "

"This is how she makes you feel all the time, Nats. It's
more than good, isn't it?"

"God yesssssss... "

"You didn't know it could be like this did you?"

"Nooo, I... didn't... kn... oh Godgodgodgodgod... "

"Now look over here."

"B-but... " Natalie's head turned at Patsy's beckoning,
despite her desire to resist.

"That's right. Turn your eyes this way."

The entire wall was pulsating with the morphing, hypnotic
image. Patsy walked over and whispered in the enraptured
woman's ear. "It only gets better from here. It's tied
directly into the pleasure centers of your brain, now.
There's no turning back."

"Ohhh, JESUSSSSSSS..."

"Not Jesus. *Mistress Tamara*... "

----

Natalie looked up as the monitor in front of her faded. As
the image disappeared, so did her memory of having seen it.
Her eyes were dull from lack of sleep. Her body was sore
and aching from hours of what seemed to be limitless
pleasure.

Someone was opening the door.

It was her. Tamara. The woman she had to resist. It was
important to be able to bring her in for interrogation.
Because -- because why? Natalie tensed and fought to
remember. Her brow furrowed as she studied the beautiful
woman's face.

A sudden look of satisfaction lit up her face. "*Because
she is a criminal and has developed perhaps the most
powerful form of mind control ever seen.*"

Tamara, watching the evidence of emotions as they galloped
through Natalie's conscious mind, smiled.

Natalie gasped as a tingle of pleasure glittered on her
clit and in her nipples.

"You're doing very well, Natalie. So much more willing
than your partner was at this stage. Still, you're holding
out well beyond where most of the recruits find themselves
by now. Hours ago, they'd have been crawling over to lick
my feet and beg for a taste of my flesh."

Natalie groaned as the picture made its way in a wave of
pleasure outward through her body. Not just the skin...
each jolt of heated passion forced another rasping breath
that even made her throat, her *lungs* feel like they were
about to cum. Every inhalation was like an orgy of tongues
licking at her most secret erotic places... places
previously unknown even to herself.

"It's relentless, you know," said Tamara. Her voice held a
hint of compassion, surprising Natalie. "The cerebral
matrix, I mean. You can't feel it working. But already
you're beginning to work with it. And since I control it,
you are beginning to work with me. Soon, it will take over
your higher thought processes, redirecting your own beliefs
that are incongruous with your newer, better purpose, and
replacing them with more -- correct ideas."

Natalie listened intently, feeling every word add another
touch of pleasure, and replied, "But the -- brain is always
-- adjusting. The -- pathways change constantly... There --
is no way -- ungh -- to completely eradicate the orig --
original thoughts."

"Oh, but you see, the implants monitor everything at once.
And they are superconductive. It's a nice idea, you know --
no resistance creating no resistance. The device is so much
faster than your brain that it's as if it has to do
something every few hours. That leaves lots of time for
analysis and mimicking your thought patterns so that no
"internal alarms" go off.

"Your most basic motivations are already changing at an
exponential rate. Your survival instinct is being keyed to
*me*, and your memories of soothing and nurturing have been
almost fully reshaped by now. It's quite impossible for you
to stay the slightest bit upset with me. I'm already your
most trusted authority and comforter, deep in your
subconscious mind where you can't see or change it. And
*you* can't tell what the changes are, since when they
happen, it's just who you *are*. Perception is, quite
literally, reality.

"Higher functions will begin to change by within a day or
two. By tonight, you'll be wondering why you can't stop
thinking about me... yet it will seem totally natural. By
morning, when I allow you to remember your devotion to me,
you'll wonder how you could ever think of me any other way.
Within a week, you won't even think about it any more. You
will simply be happy. You will obey me with every breath,
with every motion. Every utterance will be silently
dedicated to my worship."

"You're... s-s-sick," stated Natalie, trying to ignore the
streamers of bliss extending down the bones of her legs.
"You are sooooo... good... um... evil. So evil..."

"No, I'm not. I'm driven. And for my purposes, I need
absolute loyalty, devotion, surrender and obedience.
Absolute. Surely, my precious pet, you should be able to
see the logic of it."

"Yes, I do... see the... logic," said Natalie, shivering
with delight at her new title, listening despite herself.
It was so hard to hang on. She had less than a thread. She
began to pray it would be enough.

"And you can see the elegance, can't you?"

Natalie fought to think for a long moment. She had wanted
to argue, but it was true. So true. "Yesssss, it *is*
elegant."

"In fact, it holds a kind of fascination and beauty for
you. I'm sure you're just seeing it now, although it might
have escaped you before."

Natalie felt as if the wind were hitting her in the face,
opening her eyes wide. She looked at Tamara with a kind of
wonder. She was likely insane... but how could someone so
brilliant and loving be so evil? "How could someone as bad
as you think of something so... so beautiful?" she asked,
gasping as another wave of orgasmic teasing soaked into her
asshole and cunt.

"Because I'm not evil, Natalie. I'm what everyone has
tried to keep you from. I'm the woman your mother didn't
like, your father didn't trust, and your minister told you
would lead you to the depths of hell. It was all because
they were afraid of losing control of you.

"Deep inside you knew better, but you didn't have the
strength to fight. So now, you fight to remain blind.
That's because you don't want to face the fact that you
caved in under their constant pressure. But I know it's not
your fault. I know you didn't have a chance. I'm everything
you've ever wanted anyone to be for you. I'm perfect. I'm
worthy. I'm worthy of everything you have to offer. You see
that, don't you."

The ravaged agent tried to answer but the room was
spinning too fast. Invisible sparks of heated lust were
showering down on her from nowhere and everywhere. She let
out a long sigh as she opened herself to the pleasure of
it... it was so much easier to just let go and feel than
try to respond. Sobs broke free and tears streamed down her
face. Her hands began to move over her body, multiplying
her blissful arousal as a thought formed itself in her
consciousness. "*Tamara...*"

Her legs were beginning to spasm, as she grabbed the
table, openly gasping and moaning.
"*Tamaratamaratamaratamara...*"

Then, as if from an unseen cue, her head snapped up and
she spoke, her voice calm and collected, completely
oblivious to the
pleasure-filled motion of the rest of her body. "Initial
parameters set for Sapphic Front Obedience Level One."

Tamara smiled. "That's better. No arguing, now. No
explanation. Feel the pleasure and know the truth. The
truth is that I own you. Because I own you, I decide how I
will be addressed. I am Mistress, or Mistress Tamara,
unless I say otherwise, my sweetness. Every pleasure you
have ever known is now assigned to me. Things that have
given you pleasure in the past now have no effect. The
pleasure they created now comes from obedience to Mistress
Tamara.

"The following command, spoken only by me, will return you
to this Obedience Level. Alpha Delta Seven Three Two
Epsilon.

"The ceramic intra-cerebral matrix will guide you. You
accept its guidance because it is the guidance of Mistress
Tamara.

"Now, there are few things you must do for me, Natalie..."

----

Rhonda Havermeyer looked up from her desk at the sound of
approaching footsteps. She smiled when she saw it was
Natalie. That meant it would actually be an intelligent
conversation. "Hiya, Natalie. How come you're slumming in
the dungeon today?" she asked.

"Well, you know me. Always interested in the riveting
world of network administration," said Natalie, with a
touch of playful sarcasm. "Besides, I wanted to see you,"
she whispered.

Rhonda pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "Now you *know*
you're going to get us in trouble. For God's sake, close
the door!"

As soon as it was done Rhonda nearly leapt into Natalie's
arms, kissing her deeply as they spun together. Their kiss
broke, and Rhonda added, "I thought you were going to play
it safer from now on. You promised," she whined.

Both women started giggling, unable to stay upset for
long. They fell into another kiss as their hands slid over
each other and their bodies ground together. Natalie fell
backwards into a chair, and they stopped for a moment,
gasping for breath.

When she was able to speak again, Natalie said, "Well,
I've found this great screen saver, and I thought it might
be worth putting out on the network. At the least, I want
to use it on *my* system, but I know you're as territorial
about infrastructure as I am about cases. Would you mind
testing it out?"

"Great. Bribe me with lust for a personal favor. Now,
Natalie, you know that if I looked at every screen saver
everyone wanted to use, I'd never get to do anything else,"
chided Rhonda, turning her head to the side a bit and
smiling.

"So I'm going to have to up the ante?" said Natalie,
giving back the same look.

"Depends on what you have in mind."

"Dinner and wine, followed by soft music and the... 'unit'?"

Rhonda let go a sexy sigh as she breathed, "Girl, you *do*
know how to tempt me..."

"Or would you like to have it right now, lover?" asked
Natalie. With a coy smile, she pulled a corner of the soft,
delta-shaped sex toy out of her purse.

"Seriously?"

"If you want."

"It could be big trouble."

"All the more to excite you with, my pretty," cackled
Natalie, starting to laugh again. "I know you hunger and
thirst for danger."

"Okay, you've convinced me," said Rhonda, after a moment
of consideration. "Let me put my "gone to lunch" message on
and lock the door." She sauntered past Natalie, turned the
latch, and encoded the palmprint scanner.

Natalie traced her lips with her tongue. "Mmmmmm, lover.
But, um, would you mind checking the screen saver first?
I've already had several people asking for copies. Then
there's nothing waiting to be done later. You *could* take
a long lunch."

Rhonda sighed. "Okay, okay. Hand it over. You know, you've
never brought me anything before. This isn't some ploy to
brainwash me, is it, baby?"

"Of course it is," answered Natalie, sounding completely
serious. "Just test the damned thing and okay it so we can
get to the real reason for my visit -- whipping you into
mindless obedience and pleasure."

Rhonda took the offered CD and felt the wetness between
her legs. She wondered if she might be in love with
Natalie. "*If I have to wonder about it, probably not...
but it's only a matter of time, I think. And if I'm
thinking that, maybe I already am...*"

She blushed at the thought. Being with a woman had not
been in her plans. She'd been married after all, until her
husband had one too many flings. It was Natalie who had
walked in on one of their more volatile fights over the
phone. Rhonda had hung up crying, and Natalie found herself
in the role of emotional rescuer.

Rhonda's arousal had been a surprise to both women, but
especially to Rhonda. She was quick to succumb to it though
-- she'd never been afraid of the idea, after all -- and
already more than six months had passed. Even now, the idea
of being with a man had not resurfaced, and she was
beginning to come to terms with the fact that she was a
lesbian.

As she loaded the CD and installed the screen saver, her
thoughts were a thousand miles away. She didn't notice as
the powerful hypnotic graphic began, pulling her face
forward. She had no inkling as her thoughts changed from
thinking of Natalie's beauty to the powerful allure of the
image floating on her screen. It was like sliding down into
a featherbed.

As her own hands brought a pair of small headphones to
rest over her ears, she was completely oblivious to
anything around her. Her mouth dropped slightly open as her
eyes grew wide, her mind increasingly vulnerable to the
suggestions that became demands, and the demands that
became commandments, and the commandments that hardened to
steel pillars in her pliant mind.

Natalie watched from across the desk, eyes glazed over in
passion and lust. Watching her lover submit to Mistress
gave her more pleasure than she'd imagined just a few short
days before. But it wasn't watching the seduction of
Rhonda's will that made her fingers begin to circle and
press faster and faster over her red-hot clit.

It wasn't seeing Rhonda's nipples grow hard as pebbles as
the pleasure began to make its inevitable changes.

It was her own absolute obedience to Mistress Tamara.

It was a very long lunch.

----

Rhonda got home late. Setting up the system-wide overnight
installation of the new screen saver had taken longer than
usual. At least it was Friday. She had the whole weekend
ahead of her.

She smiled as she remembered Natalie's tongue driving deep
into her asshole. It was something she'd never allowed
before. Then again, Natalie had never suggested it. It just
seemed so natural now.

She picked up the box waiting on her doorstep and placed
it on the couch as she went back to her bedroom.
Undressing, she thought again of how *good* it was. She
giggled, clenching her sphincter in remembered pleasure as
she stepped into the shower.

She came out twenty minutes later, and put on a t-shirt
and panties. Instead of going to the TV, she picked up the
heavy box and went to her computer. She placed the CD
Natalie had given her into her PC and began the program.
She mewled as the familiar graphic took its place on her
screen, consuming her vision. She sat there for a few
minutes before turning to open the sealed carton and pull
out the apparatus inside.

Humming slightly to herself, she assembled the pieces,
never noticing that she had not seen it before. It looked
like a kind of wireframe upside-down flowerpot, with an
adjustable ring at the top made to fit around her cranium.
A cable stretched from the bottom ring. With an assurance
that gave the appearance of years of experience with the
device, she plugged it into a port on her computer.

She placed the odd-looking contraption on her head with a
contented sigh. Her fingers were careful not to disturb of
the hundreds of dull titanium tubes that projected from
nearly every angle away from the cranial ring, tubes that
varied in length from one-half to nearly three inches.
Precision was important, but she didn't find it difficult
at all.

She looked like an exotic, technological princess, wearing
a platinum crown and veil. Satisfied it was properly in
place, she found a button on the lower ring, which was just
below her chin, and pressed it.

There was a hiss as the upper ring tightened to her skull,
becoming completely immovable. The swirling image consumed
her attention as she pressed the button a second time.

----

When she woke up, she removed the apparatus and placed it,
exactly as it had arrived, back into the box. She placed
the box outside her door and stopped cold.

Something was very wrong.

She tried to think of what it was she'd forgotten, but it
kept eluding her, as if it were teasing her in a ruthless
game of mental cat and mouse. She would catch a glimpse of
what it was she'd forgotten... feel its weight, and know it
was coming...

Only to have it disappear again.

Something about her computer. Something it was doing to
her. Yes. That was it. She walked back to her study and sat
at the chair. The screen was blank, but it was running. She
pressed the enter key.

It came to her all at once, with no warning. "*Obey. I
need to obey.*"

She watched as the pattern grabbed her by the mind and
dragged her down again, down to the addictive pleasure of
surrender... of someone else telling her what she needed to
do, so that she didn't need to think. Didn't need to worry.
It was all fine. All taken care of. Just obey.

Words appeared over the image. "*Type what you are
feeling.*"

Her eyes filled with horror as a strange humming filled
her mind. Her head recoiled in fear as her mouth opened in
a silent scream. Her limbs went rigid as panic and
confusion set in. She was terrified.

She began to type.

The cerebral matrix recorded everything.

----

Tamara looked down the long list of female agents who had,
until recently, been unswervingly loyal to the Department
of Psychological Research, or the "Agency" as it was more
commonly known. Of course, it wasn't commonly known at all,
and never called by its true name. "*Such is the nature of
secrets,*" she thought. "*How silly is it to give something
a name when you can never use it?*"

It was typical of Marvin Reynolds, though, and she found
it no surprise that he was now the head of the whole group
of brain jockeys.

"*But am I any better?*" she asked herself. In the three
weeks since she'd set Natalie and Rhonda loose in the
bowels of the enemy, she'd transformed the entire home
staff of the Agency into her own version of covert, mind-
altering operatives.

No, it wasn't the same. Besides, her slaves didn't forget
who they were. They just were shown a more enlightened
course of action. A more fulfilling lifestyle. Of course,
they really had no choice in accepting it -- after all, who
could resist absolute, euphoric pleasure when compared with
the drudgery of everyday existence -- but the choice was
theirs, nonetheless.

It was a pointless, idle conversation with herself. Soon
enough, Reynolds would be falling right in line with the
rest of the agents she had seduced, and this would be
nothing but an exercise in abstract philosophy.

She picked up her vibrator and turned it on, twisting the
knob to full intensity. Its buzz filled the room, and soon
she was tugging at her nipples, not thinking of anything
else at all.

----

*Marvin Reynolds, Director of the Agency, was a master of
lucid dreaming. He was an active participant in his nightly
excursions into his own subconscious. It was a skill that
had saved him from enemies more than once. It was easier to
catch someone trying to mold his mind this way, and he
could give himself as much power as he needed to be
victorious. The secret, if you could call it that was that
everything here was metaphor. Every landmark, made
consciously or subconsciously, was his to control while he
was here. The only person he'd met with the same level of
ability was Patricia McClanahan, but her skill was
innate... she didn't even realize what she was doing.*

*He pulled open a large wooden door beside a hand-painted
sign that read "The Caverns of Security", and stepped
inside.*

*"The mind is a strange landscape," he thought as he
walked by black caverns that cast teal streaks of light
across the stone-paved walkway that wound through his
psyche. For all of its bizarre imagery, after years of
wandering through, he felt completely at home. He knew
every nuance of every location.*

*He turned the corner and floated down a level.*

*"The mind is a strange landscape," he thought as he
walked by navy blue caverns that cast dark green streaks of
light across the stone-paved walkway that wound through his
psyche. "So beautiful." For all of its bizarre imagery,
after years of wandering through, he felt completely at
home. He knew every nuance of every location.*

*He turned the corner and floated down a level.*

*He stopped cold. Something was wrong. He looked down the
pathway and laughed. No, it was fine. He began to walk
again. "The mind is a strange landscape," he thought as he
walked by purple caverns that cast yellow streaks of light
across the stone-paved walkway that wound through his
psyche. He stopped for a moment to watch the shapes that
seemed to dance in the yellow streamers. "Strange that I
never noticed how beautiful they were," he mused. For all
of its bizarre imagery, after years of wandering through,
he felt completely at home. He knew every nuance of every
location.*

*He turned the corner and floated down a level.*

*He stopped cold. Something was wrong. A sense of
something more profound than Deja vu licked at the outer
edges of his thoughts. But everything looked the way it
should. He took a few steps forward and stopped again. "The
mind is certainly a strange landscape," he thought as he
stared at the pulsing black of the Caverns. Dark, blood-red
light oozed from the entrances of each, and as he looked
down at the black, liquid catwalk that wound it's way
through his psyche, he saw that the caverns stretched out
in every direction further than he could see. New places to
explore. A wave of intense awe and pleasure gripped his
thoughts, and he sat, watching the beautiful, dancing light
as it revealed mystery after mystery. He knew he should
probably continue on, but it was a much better idea to obey
his instincts. After all, a little time to relax would do
him some real good. He moaned as he sank into the red ooze,
and let the light and pleasure consume every thought.*

*Outside the entrance to the caverns, the sign was
changing itself. Letters reformed themselves like liquid
snakes into something new.*

*"The Caverns of Pleasure and Obedience."*

*Elsewhere, in worlds within worlds within worlds, other
changes were taking place, unseen and unfettered by the
thoughts of the person who had recently still thought
himself Master.*

----

Rhonda tied in the last of the fiber optic cables and
closed the panel. The PCs had all been upgraded over two
weekends, with the help of her team. They had managed to do
it without bothering any of the staff. They had all been
too busy receiving their final training -- the bursts of
pleasure and programming that welded them seamlessly to the
will of Mistress Tamara.

Now that the secure lines were in, they would be in almost
constant contact with their Owner, able to carry out her
must subtle commands. And soon, she would be with them in
person.

She grinned. There was a much more pleasant task on her
list, now.

She walked from the interface room to her workshop, taking
her time, savoring every step. As she entered, she looked
at the two worktables and watched the breathing of the
women bound to them, eyes covered with opaque goggles that
were feeding visual information into their minds, coupled
with the powerful reshaping of the CIMs.

Patsy and Natalie had been there all night, becoming more
and more fanatical and debased in their devotion. They
bordered on full psychosis now, and they were nearly ready.
If Rhonda had seem them like this only a few weeks before,
she would have cringed in terror and despair.

But now, she was nearly cumming from the pleasure of
seeing Tamara's will accomplished. She remembered who she
had been. How she had felt about such things. She moaned
loudly as knowledge of the changes in her mind stimulated
her even more, driving her wild with need and obedience. If
she met her old self walking down the street, she realized,
she would be the enthusiastic means of her own downfall, if
Mistress would allow her the honor.

The convoluted thought brought her to her knees, trembling
with pleasure that she couldn't hope to process. "*Fuck
fuck fuck yes Mistress oh my cunt... oh yesssss...*" Her
laughter echoed down out the door and into the halls,
unheard by the dozen or so agents lost in their own
deranged pleasures.

After a time, she compensated for the rippling orgasms and
staggered to the table nearest to her. "Oh, Natalie,
love... Mistress has such important plans awaiting you..."
She looked at her sister slave in envy. She didn't know why
Mistress was further indoctrinating Natalie, but it didn't
matter. It was what Mistress wanted, and so it was perfect
and right. She knew that it was beyond the bound slave's
ability to be insulted or even to question. Natalie was
already as obedient as any completed femservant in
Mistress' arsenal, and she understood the honor of Mistress
Tamara's attention for what it was.

Pure, undiluted Nirvana.

----

Patsy sat on the sofa and finished her cappuccino. It had
been exceptionally good. Joyce was very talented in the
kitchen, it seemed. So good, in fact, that she might
deserve a reward. Patsy set her cup down and considered the
fifty-year-old woman.

She'd obviously been quite a beauty when younger. Even now
it showed through her more matronly features. She was in
the process of moving from a youthful glow to aging
elegance. Dressed as she was, kneeling in her sheer
negligee, Patsy felt her pussy twitch with desire.

"Ah, Mrs. Reynolds. It's so fortunate that you stopped by
the office to surprise your husband. You almost feel like
family there, you know. It would be such a shame to leave
you out of everything," cooed Patsy, her voice syrupy with
delight. She looked around. "And it's so *nice* of you to
have me over to your home!"

Joyce looked up at Patsy, her face twisted into a mix of
fear and hatred. But when she spoke, her voice was quiet
and seductive. "Thank you, Mentor. I love to please you,
and in so pleasing, be the delight of our Mistress."

"Very nice, slave. Oh, but what a *look*!" said Patsy, as
if to a wayward child. "I think you might need a refresher
on the pleasure of obedience... after all, I'm here to
teach you..."

Despite her deep conditioning, the older woman tried to
shake her head no. It looked more like a tremor, but Patsy
knew it for what it was. "It's much easier if you just give
in, Joyce. You're only being allowed this little rebellion
to entertain Mistress, anyway. She wants to see the look on
your husband's face as he watches you fall hopelessly in
love with the woman who will be the purpose for every
breath you take. No, not me. I am just a catalyst."

She pointed again to the many video cameras placed around
the room, capturing her from almost every perspective. "You
see? Now be a good girl and put on a nice show for hubby."

Patsy stood and walked over to the kneeling captive,
spreading her legs and thrusting her hips forward. "Say it."

Joyce's mouth fell open, eyes pleading for mercy. She
couldn't remember how to be silent. Everything she tried
just made the words come more easily to her trembling lips.
"The slave begs a taste of her sister's hot, steaming cunt
in honor of my only love and eternal Owner, Mistress
Tamara."

"Oh, Joyce, that was pretty good, but you just didn't have
your heart in it. Again, with feeling. Try to make me cum
with your words."

Joyce screamed inside as her voice, sultry and seductive,
dripped with lust while she repeated the phrase. "*The
slave begs a taste of her sister's hot, steaming cunt in
honor of my only love and eternal Owner, Mistress
Tamara...*"

"Much better, Joyce. But I think I'd like your hot little
tongue in my asshole. Wouldn't that be better?"

Joyce felt her thoughts melt away as the image of her
tongue in Patsy's brown, puckered anus bathed her in wanton
desire. "Oh, yes so much better... *pleeease* let me tongue-
fuck your asshole, Patsy!" There was no more room for
screaming in her mind now. No room for resistance. The
pleasure was just too great to allow space for anything
else.

"Mmmmmm, okay," sighed Patsy She turned around and bent
over. "If I'd known you were so hot for it, I'd have taken
a shower this morning."

Joyce moaned as multiple triggers went off in her mind,
wiping away the last of her defiance. She looked to one of
the cameras and licked her lips. Her eyes shone with
obscene hunger. "Marvin, honey," she nearly sang, "I do
this in honor of the love of my life, my purpose for
living, my Owner and Mistress, Tamara Morgan, in order to
show you her infinite power. And it's *much* better for me
than it is for you..."

She stretched out her tongue as far as she could and,
grabbing Patsy by the hips, dove into her asshole, moaning
and mewling as her own pussy exploded in pleasure. She
began rocking back and forth, pulling the agent with her,
grinding into her with wild abandon. Her grunts echoed with
Patsy's as their implants began to work in sync, driving
them deeper and deeper into their frenzied passion.

"Mungf! Mungf! *Mungf! Mungf! MUNGF! MUNGF!*"

Patsy screamed as her climax swept through her, pulling
Joyce with her... and Joyce... her corner turned, her life
changed, her mind forever one with her Purpose... sang a
mantra as she rose in flaming orgasm like a phoenix from
the ashes of doubt and despair... a mantra that, along with
the inhuman pleasure she could no longer live without, was
a hymn of grateful obscenities given freely...

Given freely... *obediently*... to Mistress Tamara.

And then it was time to begin again, and again, and again...

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*- to be continued -*



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*Please send any comments to sara_h2020@yahoo.com and
please put the title of the story in the subject line.
Thanks for reading!

- Sara*

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