Chapter 5: Evening 2
With Danny and Pastor Michael away for the night, doing a supply run back in the city, Lucius truly felt like the king of the campground. Having started the day humiliating Jason in front of Nora, who had eagerly seduced him at Lucius’ command, Lucius had then taken Sarah Lynn for himself.
Taking a pre-dinner shower to clean up Sarah, Lucius took mental stock of his conquests thus far. Jason was physically completely at his mercy, unable to deny any order, even cumming immediately upon command. Mentally, he was still acting resistant but it was clear to anyone that he knew how futile his whining was. He was hopelessly addicted to eating his own cum, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste, and had been made perhaps the most perpetually horny man alive, cumming on a hair trigger and immediately able to get hard again. He was worse than a middle school boy with a viagra and a playboy magazine.
Nora had seemed to have fully accepted and embraced her role as Lucius’ slutty whore. She’d given up wearing underwear entirely, worn the whorish outfit in front of everyone, she’d eagerly teased and seduced Jason, but had decided to have one last moral reservation about Lucius controlling her and others. She’d been ordered to spend the day in her cabin, cumming as hard and as often as it took for her brain to fully understand her role in life, a slutty, constantly aroused, slave to Lucius’ will.
Sarah Lynn was the most recent acquisition, having been taking during an early afternoon hike with Lucius. She’d been incredibly resistant to moving past Danny and betraying her husband. Lucius had shrunk her mental capacity, forcing her to be a stupid and dumb animal who had forgone the memories of her past in order to be Lucius’ pleasure pet. She is unable to wear clothes or walk, only crawling like a good animal, and is addicted to the unique pleasure Lucius offers.
Now that he and Sarah were fully clean, Lucius planned how he’d spend this evening of complete freedom, no need to hide his activities from the two he had yet to corrupt.
“Sarah, I’m going to be busy for a bit. Why don’t you wander around for a bit and then go to the kitchens to find Jason? He should be preparing dinner in there.” Lucius proposed, petting and braiding back Sarah’s hair so it would remain neat. Sarah nodded eagerly, already ready to obey her new master. She crawled towards the door, her body still trembling slightly from the multiple orgasms she’d experienced.
As she opened the door and stepped outside, she felt a breeze on her naked skin. She shivered, her body sensitive and hyperaware of every sensation. She reminded herself that she was now a dumb animal, a pet, and not to worry about such trivial things as modesty or clothing.
She began to make her way towards the kitchen, her body moving in the awkward, uncoordinated way that Lucius had forced upon her.
It felt strange, humiliating even, to be moving on all fours like this, but she knew better than to disobey her master.
As she approached the kitchen, she could hear the sound of someone humming a tune. It sounded like Jason. She pushed open the door with her shoulder, her head still bowed, and saw him standing by the stove, a pot of something bubbling away on one of the burners. He turned at the sound of the door opening and his eyes widened in shock.
"Sarah? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and concern.
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with a mix of confusion and arousal. I'm here because Master told me to find you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jason's eyes widened in shock as he took in Sarah's naked form, her body trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. "Sarah, what happened to you? Why are you... why are you naked?" he stammered, his voice filled with worry.
Sarah hesitated for a moment before speaking. I can't wear clothes anymore.
Master says I'm an animal now, a dumb beast for him to use and play with. I'm not human anymore." Sarah's voice was a soft whisper, her eyes downcast as she spoke.
Jason stared at her, shock and disbelief written all over his face. "What did Lucius do to you, Sarah? You can't honestly believe that." His voice was firm, but Sarah could see the concern in his eyes.
Sarah shivered, her body still sensitive and hyperaware of every sensation. She felt a pang of guilt at the sight of Jason's worry, but she knew better than to disobey her master.
"Master says I am a dumb animal now, and animals don't wear clothes," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jason shook his head in disbelief. "Lucius has done something to you, Sarah. You need to fight it, to snap out of this. You're not an animal, you're a human being with a soul and free will."
Sarah looked up at him, confusion and longing in her eyes. She wanted to believe him, but the commands from Lucius were so strong, so insistent. I can't," she stammered, her voice filled with despair. "Master's commands are too strong.
I can't fight them. I don't want to." Sarah's voice was a soft whisper, her eyes downcast in shame and submission.
Jason's expression softened, his voice gentle yet firm. "Sarah, look at me. You're stronger than this. You can break free from his spell. I know you can." He reached out, gently cupping her chin and lifting her gaze to meet his. His eyes were filled with a mix of concern and determination.
Sarah felt a flutter of hope at Jason's words, but it was quickly dampened by the relentless commands of Lucius echoing in her mind. Jason, for his part, was genuinely trying to white knight for his friend but was agonizingly aware of how close he was to cumming from the mere sight of her. Well, he was always agonizingly close to cumming but the sight of Sarah, a degraded fuck pet, was enough for him to experience the immense humiliation of cumming in his pants, even as he tried to comfort her.
"Jason, please... I can't," Sarah whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears. "I don't want to fight Master's commands. I just want to please him."
Jason's heart ached for Sarah, but he knew he had to try and break through to her. "Sarah, listen to me. You are still in there. You are still the woman I know and love. You don't have to do this. You don't have to be his slave."
Sarah shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, Jason. You don't understand. Master has shown me the truth. I am a dumb animal, a fuck toy for his pleasure. I am nothing without him.”
Jason’s heart broke at Sarah’s words, but he refused to give up. He stepped closer to her, his voice steady and firm. “Sarah, you don’t have to be this way. You can fight it. You can break free from his control.”
Sarah’s eyes met his, and for a moment, Jason thought he saw a flicker of the old Sarah, the one who was strong and independent, and loved Danny, her husband. But then it vanished, replaced by the glazed-over look of her new persona.
“No, Jason. I can’t.
I am what I am now. I am Master’s pet, his plaything, his fuck bunny.” Sarah's voice was soft but firm, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and resolve.
Jason's heart ached as he saw the truth of her words. He reached out, gently stroking her cheek, his voice filled with sadness and despair. “Sarah, you don’t have to do this. You can fight back. You can break free from his control.”
Sarah blinked away tears, her body trembling with a mix of emotions. “I don’t want to fight, Jason. I just want to please my master.
I want to be his good little animal. I want to make him happy.” Sarah's voice was barely a whisper, but the conviction behind her words was unmistakable. Jason's heart ached as he looked at his friend, seeing the stark contrast between the Sarah he knew and loved and the broken, submissive creature that knelt before him.
He stepped back, his hands clenching into fists as he fought to control his emotions. “I can’t help you if you don’t want to be helped, Sarah. I’m sorry, but I can’t just stand by and watch this happen.” His voice was sharp, laced with frustration and anger. Despite his firm conviction, it was that moment of realizing Sarah didn’t want help that pushed his body over the edge, cumming so hard he fell to his knees across from Sarah. His face contorted with humiliation and desire, his pants now ruined and aching with the force of his release. He felt the hot, sticky wetness spreading across the front of his pants, a physical manifestation of his inability to control his desire.
Sarah watched with mixed emotions. Part of her remembered the old Jason, a friend she cared for deeply, but the new commands from Lucius overwhelmed her. She felt a perverse pleasure at seeing Jason reduced to such a state, his sheer humiliation and desperation feeding into her own sense of powerlessness.
“Jason, you’re pathetic,” Sarah whispered, her voice filled with a cruelty she didn’t recognize.
“Look at you, cumming in your pants like a little boy. You’re nothing but a slave to your own desires.”
Jason looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of anger, humiliation, and desire. He hated himself for what he was becoming, for how he was reacting to this broken version of Sarah. But he couldn’t deny the raw, animalistic pleasure that coursed through his veins at the sight of her naked, at the sound of her voice dripping with contempt.
“Fuck you, Sarah,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re not the one in control here.
Lucius is. And he’s making a pet out of you,” Jason spat, his voice thick with anger and desire. “You’re nothing more than a broken puppet, dancing to his strings.”
Sarah tilted her head to the side, her eyes glazed with a mix of confusion and cruelty. “Maybe I am, but at least I know my place. You’re just a slave to your own desires. You’re pathetic, Jason.”
Jason’s breath hitched, his body convulsing as another wave of humiliation and desire washed over him. Without his conscious choice, he was palming the wet front of his pants, the cum from his previous load squelching through the fabric as he was already moving toward another humiliating orgasm. He hated himself for it, for the weakness that allowed him to be so easily manipulated, so easily controlled. But he couldn’t stop.
Sarah’s eyes followed the movement of Jason’s hand, her own thighs spreading slightly in response. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the relentless arousal that was now a constant companion. “You’re right, Jason,” she whispered, her voice almost a purr. “I do know my place. And I love it. I love serving my Master, being his pet, his fuck toy.” Her words sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, her body shivering with the intensity of it.
She watched as Jason’s hand continued to move, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed himself further into his own humiliation. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the anger and the desire warring for control.
”If you love serving your Master so much, why don’t you show me what a good little pet you are?” Jason asked, his voice hoarse with lust and anger. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t stop himself. The sight of Sarah, broken and debased, was too much for him to resist.
Sarah’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, but then a cruel smile spread across her face.
She began to crawl towards Jason, her body moving in the awkward, uncoordinated way that Lucius had forced upon her. She stopped just in front of him, her eyes locked with his as she let out a low, seductive purr.
“I’d be happy to show you, Master,” she whispered, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Jason’s breath hitched as he watched her, his body still trembling from the last orgasm, but his cock already hardening again at the sight of her.
“Show me then,” he growled, his voice thick with desire and anger.
She pressed a hand down on his crotch, hard enough to elicit a groan, but to Jason, it was a degrading ecstasy, it was heaven and hell all at once and he was already cumming again. It was such a relief, such a release from the tension inside him, but it was also deeply humiliating and he hated himself for it.
“Is this what you wanted to see, Master?” Sarah whispered, her voice laced with mock innocence.
Jason nodded, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire and submission. He hated how much he wanted this, how much he craved it. He was supposed to be the one in control, the one giving the orders, not the one begging to be degraded. But Lucius had taken all of that away from him, had made him a slave to his own desires, a plaything for Sarah’s whims.
He knew he should hate her for it, for the way she was reveling in her new role as a pet, as a fuck toy. But he couldn’t. Because deep down, he was the same way. He was a slave to his own desires, a slave to the pleasure that Lucius was forcing upon him. And he couldn’t deny that it felt good. It felt so fucking good.
Sarah leaned in closer to him, her breath hot on his face. “Does that feel good, Master?” she whispered, her voice low and seductive.
Jason nodded, unable to form words, his body trembling with overwhelming desire and humiliation. Sarah smiled cruelly, her eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of power.
”Good,” she purred, her hand still firmly pressed against his crotch. “Because I want to make you feel good, Master. I want to make you cum again and again.”
Jason’s breath hitched, his body already on the brink of another orgasm. He looked up at Sarah, a mix of hatred and lust in his eyes. He wanted to resist, to fight against the feelings that were consuming him, but his body betrayed him. She was rolling her hand against his hard cock, relentless in her pursuit of his degradation and orgasms. Jason’s body was wracked with waves of pleasure and humiliation, his mind a chaotic mess of confusion and arousal. He hated how much he wanted this, how much he craved it, but his body was out of his control, driven solely by the commands of his new master.
""Do you want to cum, Master?" Sarah cooed, her voice a low, sexy purr. She pressed harder against his crotch, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
Jason groaned, his body tense with the effort to hold back. "Fuck... yes...
please let me cum, Sarah." Jason's voice was low and desperate, his body trembling on the edge of yet another humiliating orgasm. Sarah's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She loved the power she had over him, the way she could make him beg and plead for release.
"Please, Master," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "Cum for me. Show me what a good pet you are."
Jason's body convulsed, his cock twitching in Sarah's hand as he came again, his cum soaking through the fabric of his pants.
He groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rode out the wave of pleasure, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
Sarah smiled, a sense of satisfaction coursing through her. She loved the power she had over Jason, the way she could make him cum with just a touch. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the cum from the front of his pants, savoring the salty taste.
Jason's eyes widened in shock, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Sarah...
what are you doing?" Jason asked, his voice a mix of horror and arousal. He couldn't believe that she was licking his cum, that she was acting like this. But at the same time, the sight of her on her hands and knees, her tongue swirling around his dick, was incredibly erotic.
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of lust and obedience. "Cleaning up the mess you made, Master," she said, her voice soft and submissive. "Isn't that what a good little pet does?"
Jason's breath hitched, his cock twitching at her words. As hot as it was, Jason also felt of pulse of jealousy and anxiety. Eating cum, his cum, was his addiction, his greatest weakness, and it was being stolen from him.
Sarah was licking every drop, relishing it, her eyes never leaving his as if daring him to stop her. Jason's stomach churned with a mix of revulsion and arousal. He wanted to push her away, to tell her to stay the fuck away from his cum, but his body betrayed him. His cock twitched, eager for her attention, eager for her to continue. Would Lucius be mad that someone other than Jason had eaten his own cum?
Or would he revel in the fact that Sarah was now openly degrading Jason, the one person who had somewhat resisted him?
Sarah continued to lick and lap at the wet spot on Jason’s pants, her tongue darting out to clean every last drop. Jason’s cock twitched again, his body responding to her despite his mental protests.
“That’s enough, Sarah,” he managed to choke out, his voice thick with lust and humiliation. “You don’t have to do that.”
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and defiance.
“But Master said—”
“I said that’s enough, Sarah,” Jason snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. He felt a pang of guilt at barking at her, but he couldn’t bear to watch her degrade herself like this. “You don’t have to do that. It’s... it’s disgusting.”
Sarah recoiled at his words, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, Jason,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I just wanted to please you.”
Jason’s heart ached at the sight of her tears.
He reached out to wipe them away, his voice gentle. “Sarah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. It’s just… this isn’t you. You don’t have to do things like this.”
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion. “But Master said—”
”I know what Lucius said, Sarah,” Jason interrupted gently. “But you… fuck, but Sarah, only I get to eat my cum. Until Lucius tells me otherwise, I have to drink every drop of my cum and now I don’t know what I’ll tell him.” Jason finished, humiliated by his confession.
He knew it was absurd to be jealous of Sarah, especially given the situation, but his primal, selfish desires were still alive and well.
He hated that someone else was enjoying one of his most intimate, secret pleasures.
Sarah sniffled, looking up at him with tears still in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean to upset you."
Jason sighed, rubbing his temples as if to ward off a headache. "It's not your fault, Sarah. You're just doing what Lucius told you to do. But please, just... stop. I can't watch this."
Sarah looked down, shrinking back as if he had struck her. "I'm sorry, Jason.
I didn't mean to displease you," Sarah said, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, and it was then that Jason realized the full extent of Lucius' control over her. She wasn't just acting like this because she wanted to, she was doing it because she was helpless to resist. She wanted it because Lucius had said she did and he made her reality.
“I’m not mad at you, Sarah,” Jason said softly, trying to reassure her. “It’s just… I can’t watch you do that. I can’t watch you degrade yourself like that.”
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion. “But Master wants me to. Master says I’m a pet, a toy for his pleasure. I want to please him.”
Jason sighed, shaking his head. “I know what Lucius wants, Sarah. But you don’t have to do this. You can break free from his control.”
Sarah shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
"I can't, Jason. I don't want to fight Master's commands. He said if you tried to convince me otherwise, to give you this.” Sarah reached around to her drooling wet cunt and pulled out a small carved stone. Lucius had essentially enchanted it to be Jason’s kryptonite, the stone’s presence dulling Jason’s mind until all he could do was jack off and eat his cum, endlessly until it was removed from his location. Jason didn’t have a single moment to try and make sense of what could possibly be being given to him from Sarah’s cunt before its magic went into effect.
The stone’s magic enveloped him, dulling his mind and focusing his entire being on one thing - his throbbing cock. He had barely been standing on the brink of multiple orgasms all day, and this stone was pushing him over the edge. Jason quickly undid his pants, pulling his cock out and immediately started stroking it with a swift, rhythmic pace.
Sarah watched in disbelief and a strange sense of detachment as Jason took the stone from her and began to pleasure himself right there in the kitchen. She knew she should be repulsed by the sight, but Lucius’ commands were too strong.
Instead, she found herself aroused, her pussy dripping with desire as she watched Jason stroke himself with increasing urgency.
"Jason... what are you doing?" Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jason didn't respond, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he continued to stroke himself. His eyes were glazed over, a dull, vacant look in them. Sarah reached out, trying to snap him out of it.
"Jason, stop. This isn't you," she pleaded, her voice filled with concern.
Jason's hand didn't slow, his thrusts becoming more desperate, more frantic.
"Fuck... can't... stop..." he managed to gasp out, his body writhing with the effort to hold onto the last shreds of his consciousness.
Sarah looked at him, panic rising in her chest. If he didn’t stop, she knew her dulled, horny animal mind would begin to match his, making her a drooling fuck beast with her hands in her cunt. She reached out, grabbing his wrist and trying to pry his hand off his cock. "Jason, please. What’s going on? You're not yourself."
Jason's eyes focused on her for a moment, a flicker of recognition and desperation in them. "Can't... stop... need... to... cum.
Please, Sarah, make me cum. I can't stop, I can't..." His voice trailed off into a groan as his body tensed and his cock twitched in her grasp.
Sarah felt a surge of relief, realizing he wasn’t in distress, he was under their master’s control. It might not be Jason’s will but she felt at peace knowing her owner, her favorite person ever, would be pleased with the result of him being a vacant cumslut. Jason’s breath hitched, a desperate whine escaping his lips as his orgasm approached. Sarah’s heart skipped a beat at the sound, her pussy throbbing with need.
“Master will be so pleased with our obedience,” Sarah whispered to Jason, her voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. She felt a perverse thrill at the thought of Lucius’ approval, a sensation that was quickly becoming her new normal.
Jason groaned, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his impending release. He needed to cum, needed to feel that sweet, blissful oblivion that only orgasms could bring.
He was a slave to his own desires, a prisoner to his own body. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. He knew that as soon as he came once, he’d keep cumming as long as Lucius didn’t stop him, lapping up his cum while making more. He didn’t want to do this, to be a cum-drunk puppet following Lucius’ whims, but the stone made him powerless to stop.
Sarah’s eyes were locked onto Jason's cock, a mix of lust and revulsion swirling inside her. She felt a command from Lucius, like a voice inside her head, telling her to help Jason, to make him cum. She hesitated, then reached out to stroke Jason alongside his hand. Her touch was soft, almost tender, and Jason moaned, his hips thrusting into her hand.
The stone's magic was overriding his mental resistance, making him crave the release more than anything else in the world. Sarah could feel the power radiating off the stone, could feel the weight of Lucius' command pressing down on her. She moved her hand in time with Jason's, their fingers entwined as they brought him closer to the edge.
"That's it, Jason," she whispered, her voice coaxing and seductive. "Let go. Cum for me. Cum for Master."
Jason's breath hitched, his body tensing as the first spurts of cum erupted from his cock.
He groaned, a sound that was half pleasure, half pain as the intensity of his orgasm overwhelmed him. Sarah's body responded to the sight and sound of Jason's release, her own arousal growing with every drop of cum that landed on the kitchen floor.
"Good boy," she cooed, her voice thick with lust and submission. "That's a good boy. Cum for your master."
Jason's body convulsed as the waves of pleasure crashed over him, his cock pulsing in Sarah's hand as he released what felt like gallons of cum.
He was vaguely aware of his knees buckling, of Sarah's voice, coaxing and encouraging him as he rode out the storm of his orgasm. But he was powerless to do anything but give in to the sensations that were consuming him, body and soul.
As the last spasms of his orgasm subsided, Jason slumped to the floor, his body limp and exhausted. Sarah released his cock, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she surveyed the mess they had made. She looked down at Jason, who was still breathing heavily, his eyes closed and his body trembling.
She felt a sense of satisfaction at having pleased their master, but also a twinge of guilt at seeing Jason so broken and degraded. She nudged him gently with her foot, trying to rouse him.
"Jason?" she asked softly. "Are you okay?"
He groaned in response, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at her, his expression a mix of humiliation and despair.
"What did I just do?" he asked, his voice filled with self-loathing.
Sarah hesitated before answering, not sure what the right thing to say was. "You pleased Master," she finally said, her voice gentle.
"You gave him what he wanted. You were a good boy."
Jason's eyes widened in shock, a mix of anger and disgust in his gaze as he looked up at her. "I was not a good boy, Sarah. I was a fucking animal. A mindless, pathetic cumslut. And you... you were just as bad, licking me like that. What the fuck is wrong with us?" His voice was laced with venom, his eyes burning with hatred.
Sarah flinched back, a wave of fear washing over her. She knew Jason was right, knew that what they were doing was wrong and degrading.
But her mind was no longer her own, her thoughts and actions controlled by Lucius' commands. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat as a familiar voice echoed through the kitchen.
"Bravo, bravo, my pets," Lucius purred, stepping into the room. "I must say, you two are truly exceeding my expectations."
Jason looked up at Lucius, his face contorted with anger and humiliation. "Fuck you, Lucius," he spat. "This isn't right. You're sick, you know that?
What you're doing to us, it's wrong," Jason growled, his voice thick with anger and disgust. He tried to stand, but his body was still weak from the multiple orgasms he'd just endured. He remained slumped on the kitchen floor, glaring up at Lucius with all the hatred and contempt he could muster.
Lucius chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down both Jason and Sarah's spines. "Wrong, dear Jason? I hardly think so.
You see, all this is happening by your own will. You chose to resist me, to fight against your desires, your true nature. And look where that got you. A pathetic, cum-drenched puppet, begging for release. It's quite poetic, really." Lucius' voice dripped with mock sympathy, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Sarah cowered behind Jason, her body trembling with fear and confusion. She felt a surge of protectiveness towards Jason, a desire to shield him from Lucius' cruel words. But she knew it was futile, knew that she was just as much a puppet as Jason was.
Lucius gestured to his side, as one would to summon a dog, calling his obedient sex pet to his side.
Sarah, with no will of her own, obeyed. She crawled her way to Lucius' feet, looking up at him with wide, glazed eyes.
“Yes, Master?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jason watched in horror as Sarah willingly gave herself over to the demon, a mix of jealousy and humiliation coursing through him. He wanted to fight, to resist, but his body was too weak, too degraded.
“You were such an excellent girl today, Sarah. You have made your master very, very proud.” Lucius cooed, genuinely, as he pet Sarah’s head tenderly. He also pulled the magic stone from her other hand, where she’d even forgotten she’d been holding it. “You should feel very happy, Sarah. You are so brilliantly well behaved, darling pet.” Sarah let out a low moan, her body shivering with pleasure at the praise. She nuzzled into his hand, craving more of his affection.
Lucius looked down at her, a sincere and caring smile on his face. You could almost forget he was a demon with how tenderly he provided Sarah with the affection she loved. He pulled out a necklace and affixed the stone to it as a pendant. He knelt down in front of Sarah and held it out to her. “Darling, you want Jason to get to be happy too, don’t you? It’s what I want for him, more than anything. But he’s scared, and everything he’s been told to believe makes him angry rather than letting him enjoy himself. Go put this on his neck for me, it will help him feel better faster.” Lucius said to her, soft and gentle, as though explaining the concept to a child. Sarah looked up at him, her eyes wide and eager to please. She nodded quickly, taking the necklace from Lucius' hand.
”Yes, Master. I want Jason to be happy too.” She turned to Jason, crawling over to him and holding out the necklace.
”Here, Jason. Master wants you to have this.” Her voice was soft and coaxing, as though trying to persuade a frightened animal.
Jason looked up at her, confusion and wariness in his eyes. He took the necklace from her, his fingers brushing against hers. A shiver ran through him at the contact, a mixture of revulsion and arousal.
He knew that whatever this necklace was, it was only going to make things worse. But he also knew that he didn't have a choice. He was powerless to resist Lucius' control. As soon as he touched it, he felt a jolt of electricity, like a shock to his system. His vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, everything looked different. Colors were brighter, sounds were amplified, and every sense was heightened.
He looked down at the necklace in his hand and realized that it was a small, intricate carving of an out of stone, the runes in it indecipherable to him. Despite his attempts at holding onto his righteous rage and hatred, he found the brilliance the stone offered was extremely calming and comforting. He still cognitively knew what emotions he wanted to feel and express, but it was as though all the strife and stress that had fueled his anger was lifted from his shoulders. He felt a wave of relief and contentment wash over him, his body relaxing and his breathing evening out.
Sarah, looking on with curious concern, noticed the change immediately. "Jason, are you okay? What did the necklace do to you?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.
Jason looked up at her, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm fine, Sarah. In fact, I feel better than I have in a long time." His voice was calm and soothing, the anger and hatred from before completely gone.
Lucius smiled, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched the transformation unfold before him. He had been worried that Jason would be too resistant, too unwilling to accept his fate. But the necklace had worked beautifully, just as he had intended.
“See, Jason?” Lucius said, his voice gentle and encouraging. “Wearing the necklace makes everything better, doesn’t it? You don’t have to fight anymore. You can just let go and enjoy the pleasures that life has to offer.”
Jason nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of contentment and confusion. “Yes, Master. I feel so much better now.
I was so angry and confused before, but now... now I feel calm and at peace." Jason's voice was soft and dreamy, his eyes unfocused as he looked up at Lucius.
Lucius nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "That's right, Jason. You don't have to fight anymore. You can just let go and enjoy the pleasures that life has to offer. And with Sarah here to help you, I know you'll be very happy."
Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of fear and hope flickering in their depths. "But... but what about the retreat? We were supposed to be helping the others, remember?" She looked up at Lucius, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
“Sarah darling, this is all for the retreat. When the attendees arrive, all of you will have shed the years of anxiety and frustration that society shoves onto you. You’ll be more equipped than ever before to shape the minds of all those young adults. Don’t worry, pet, trust that your master has his plan under control.” Lucius smiled warmly at Sarah, his eyes full of reassurance. Sarah hesitated for a moment before nodding, her body relaxing as she took comfort in Lucius' words.
“Now, why don’t you both go clean up and get some rest? I’m sure you’re both quite tired.” Lucius suggested, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’ll check in on you later.”
Jason and Sarah both nodded, still in a daze from the necklace and the commands. They slowly made their way back to their cabins, their bodies moving in a slow, almost dreamlike state.
The effect of the necklace was strong, and Jason's mind was a blank canvas, his thoughts and emotions muted. He felt a vague sense of worry, but the connection to the fear or the reason for it was barely there.
As they reached the cabin, Sarah turned and looked up to Jason, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Jason. I was so worried about you." Her voice was gentle, her eyes filled with concern.
Jason returned her smile, his eyes glazing over as he looked at her. "I am too, Sarah.
I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders," Jason replied, his voice soft and calm. He looked at her, his eyes seeing her clearly for the first time since they had arrived at the campground. He noticed the way her hair was mussed, the way her skin was flushed, and the way her naked body looked, crawling on the ground, and he felt a pang of desire. But it was different from the desire he had felt earlier. This desire was more gentle, more caring.
Sarah smiled at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm glad you're okay, Jason.
I was so worried about you," Sarah repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached out, lightly touching his arm, her hand trembling slightly. Jason looked down at her hand, then up into her eyes. He saw the concern, the fear, and the longing all mixed together. He felt a softening towards her, a desire to comfort and protect her. He remembered the years they had spent together, working side by side, laughing and joking. He remembered how much he had cared for her, even if he had never admitted it to himself.
"I'm okay now, Sarah," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.
"And I'm here for you too. Whatever you need, just tell me." Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Jason," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. "I don't know what I would do without you."
Jason smiled at her, his heart aching with tenderness and concern. He knew that Sarah was still under Lucius' control, that her words and actions were not entirely her own. But he also knew that within all her new behavior, this woman was still his best friend, Sarah. And he was determined to help her, to be there for her, no matter what.
Having sent Jason and Sarah off to get cleaned up and rest, Lucius headed over to Nora’s cabin, eager to see how her punishment for her earlier outburst and resistance was going. He’d given her, and largely her body, the strict command that she was to pleasure herself and have as many and as hard of orgasms as it took for her mind to completely accept her new reality and place in life. As he approached her cabin, Lucius could hear the sound of Nora’s moans and screams through the walls, the windows rattling with the force of her ecstasy. He smiled, satisfied with his work.
As he stepped into the cabin, he found Nora on her knees at the foot of her bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her fingers frantically working her quim in time with the words of adoration spilling from her lips. Her body was glistening with sweat, her breath coming in rapid, desperate gasps. She looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes.
"Master, please... I can't...
take... much... moooooore..." Nora begged, her body on the brink of another explosive orgasm, her fingers working furiously against her mound. Lucius watched her, his eyes glinting with amusement and satisfaction.
"And why's that, my pet?" he asked, his voice calm and collected, a stark contrast to Nora's desperate state. He walked over to her, his footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor.
Nora looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "B-because... I-I'm not... supposed to...
feel this way," Nora managed to gasp out between desperate pants. "I'm a good girl, Master. I... I want to... obey you," she said, her voice thick with tears and arousal.
Lucius looked down at her, his expression softening slightly as he saw the genuine struggle in her eyes. He knew that Nora was not like the others, that her blend of repressed desire and sexual shame was a delicate mix to control. He wanted her to break, to accept her new reality, but he also wanted her to do so willingly, to truly understand and embrace her desires.
“Nora, darling, I want you to obey too, I want you happy and content with doing anything I want, no questions, no hesitation, no limits. Once you accept your new life, you’ll feel better than you ever have in your life. Though, I must say, it worries me that after 4 straight hours of masturbating and cumming, you haven’t gotten it through your slutty little mind.” Lucius voice was a mixture of exasperation and concern as he observed Nora’s desperate state.
Nora’s face flushed with shame and humiliation, her body trembling on the brink of yet another orgasm. “I-I’m trying, Master. I truly am. B-but it’s so hard. I-I’m a good girl. I can’t just... just give in like this,” she managed to stammer out, her fingers still working furiously between her legs.
Lucius sighed, his expression softening as he looked down at her.
He knew that Nora was a special case, that her upbringing and beliefs had created a deep sense of shame and denial within her. He would have to be more patient with her, more gentle.
“I know it’s hard, my pet,” he said, his voice soothing and reassuring. “But you must try harder. You must let go of your old beliefs and embrace your new life. You are a beautiful, sexual creature, made for pleasure and desire. And you are mine to command. Do you understand?”
Nora nodded, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
“Nora, did you know that some people, even those who don’t have a master like me to change their lives, get off purely on their own shame? They use it to combat the guilt. They don’t have to abandon all of their beliefs for their new life, they can keep them and get off on them. You’re welcome to do that, darling. If that’s what it takes.” Lucius sighed, not in disappointment but in support. “Be a shame slut, get off on being naughty. Or maybe I can make it so you get off on being made to betray your morals and beliefs, nothing distressing, just a complete lack of power and autonomy. What would work for you, Nora? What do we need to do for you to have no desire to fight back, whatsoever?” Lucius said, his voice soft and coaxing as he crouched down in front of Nora, his hand gently cupping her chin. He looked into her eyes, his own glinting with genuine concern and a hint of frustration. Nora looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to comprehend his words. She could feel the weight of his command pressing down on her, could feel the desire to obey, to please him, warring with her ingrained beliefs and morals.
“I-I don’t know,” she managed to stammer out, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her latest orgasm.
“I-I’ve always believed that sex is a sacred act, meant only for marriage. I-I can’t just... just throw that away.”
Lucius nodded, understanding the depth of her conflict. “I see. Well, perhaps we can find a way to incorporate that belief into your new life. Consider this, Nora. Marriage used to be little more than a man owning a woman. I own you. We may not be married, but I am always going to own you, and you are always going to be owned by me. Any sex you have, with me or someone I tell you to, is a sacred offering, a show of the eternal bond you have entered with me. Terminology aside, you have essentially saved yourself for marriage and all your sexual desires and actions are tied into this non traditional marriage.” Lucius stated, urging the logic to work, for this twisted, bastardized interpretation of marriage to click into place for Nora, letting her freely enjoy Lucius’ ownership and control over her. Nora’s eyes widened in realization, her body going still for a moment as she considered Lucius’ words. “But… but that’s not how marriage is supposed to be,” she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucius’ smile softened, his hand gently stroking her cheek. “Marriage looks many ways, over time and cultures. There are arranged, sexless marriages, legal partnerships, marriages to pay a debt, polygamy, all sorts. You have given yourself to one person, a person who promises to provide for you and own you for the rest of your existence. Everything else between us is just that, for us to choose and worry about. Fundamentally, there is no difference between you being given to me for marriage and you simply giving yourself to me.” Lucius said, soft but firm, confident he can combat any concern Nora might have, without having to erase who she is.
Nora's eyes darted around the room, her mind racing with the new information. She had always held onto her beliefs so tightly, they had become a part of her identity. But Lucius was offering her a chance to keep them, to adapt them to her new life. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope.
Cautiously, she began to nod, the concept working. She could feel it, the strain in her mind, the ache in her being, being relieved. “I don’t need a husband, I have a master. I belong to my master. I am a ‘kept woman,’ kept by my master. The sex I have is sacred because I give it to my master, he owns my sex as a condition of his vow of ownership and my vow of subjugation.” Nora murmured softly, walking her own mind through the logic, as though traversing a maze she finally has the guide to.
She felt her body start to relax a little, the constant tension in her shoulders easing as she found an understanding, a loophole that she could cling to. “Alright,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I understand. I am yours, Master. My body, my desires, my pleasure… they all belong to you.”
Lucius smiled, a genuine and warm smile that lit up his face. “That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Now, let’s continue our little training session, shall we?”
He gestured to her hand between her legs, which had stilled during their conversation. “I want you to keep going, Nora.
Keep making yourself feel good,” Lucius commanded, his voice a silky purr. “And this time, I want you to think about me. I want you to imagine that it’s my hand between your legs, that it’s my fingers inside you, making you feel so good. Your master, the only husband you need or want, bringing you the pleasure I have vowed to control for you.” Nora nodded, her eyes glazing over as she slowly resumed her motions. Her hand moved with more purpose now, her fingers dipping and circling in a rhythm that was both practiced and urgent. Lucius watched her, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he admired her obedience. He knew that Nora was still fighting against her new reality, but he also knew that she was beginning to yield. And with that yielding came a sense of triumph, a sense of satisfaction.
As Nora continued to pleasure herself, Lucius could see the waves of pleasure washing over her.
“Think of it as a cultural difference, darling. You want to marry me, to be bound to me, owned and vowed to, but my people don’t do that. We don’t marry the way you do. You’re simply willing to see past the cultural differences. I own you, you are mine, and as I take responsibility for those I corrupt so throughly, I suppose I am yours. Fundamentally, they are the same concept. You would not marry another, nor would I. You have simply chosen to marry in the manner of my people. And that is just as sacred.” Lucius explained, his voice soft but firm, ensuring that Nora understood the depth of their bond, that it was sacred in its own unique way.
Nora nodded, her eyes glazed with desire and understanding. She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I want to please you, Master. I want to make you happy." Her voice was breathy, filled with a mix of longing and submission.
Lucius smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "I know you do, my pet. And you are doing just that.
You are pleasing me, making me very happy.” Lucius purred, leaning in to brush a lock of hair from Nora’s forehead. “In fact, I think it's time for a reward. Come here, Nora. Let me show you what a good girl gets.” Nora’s eyes lit up with anticipation and fear, her body trembling as she crawled towards Lucius on her hands and knees. She stopped in front of him, her eyes cast down, waiting for his command. “That’s my good girl,” Lucius said, his voice soft and soothing.
He reached down, his supernatural strength making it easy for him to bring her into a bridal carry and place her gently on the bed. “If you’ll take a master rather than a husband, be a slave rather than a wife, I suppose I could acquiesce and make love to you the way a husband and wife would, if it would please you.” He murmured into her ear, stroking her hair tenderly. Nora’s body shivered at his touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mix of fear and anticipation, her mind still reeling from the new understanding that Lucius was giving her. She was his, body and soul, and this was her new reality.
Lucius gazed down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and desire. He was genuinely fond of Nora, her strength and determination to hold onto her beliefs only making him want her more. He wanted to break her, to shatter her resistance and make her his completely.
But he also wanted her to come to him willingly, to understand and embrace her new life. And he could see, in the depths of her eyes, that she was beginning to do just that.
Lucius traced the line of her jaw with his fingers, marveling at the softness of her skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, almost chaste kiss. Nora’s breath hitched, her body tensing at the contact. Lucius pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers.
“You are so beautiful, Nora,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “But you are also strong.
Stronger than any woman I have ever met. You fight me, you resist me. And that makes me want you even more. I want to break you, Nora. I want to make you mine, completely and utterly.” Lucius’ voice was thick with lust and admiration, his eyes never leaving Nora’s.
Nora shivered under his gaze, her body responding to his words despite her mind screaming at her to resist. “I-I don’t want to be broken,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I want to be whole. I want to be yours.”
Lucius smiled, his eyes softening. “You already are mine, Nora. And you will be whole again, when you accept your place in this world. When you let go of your old beliefs and embrace your new life.”
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Nora hesitated for a moment before relaxing into the kiss, her body melting against his. Lucius deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as he pulled her closer.
Nora’s body responded to his touch, her hips arching against his as a low moan escaped her lips.
Lucius smiled against her mouth, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and valley. He loved the feel of her, the way her body trembled beneath his touch, the way she responded to his kiss.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive flesh. Nora gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched her back, offering herself to him completely. Lucius smiled against her skin, his hands moving to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“You are so responsive, Nora,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
“I can feel how much you want this, how much you want me.” He pulled gently on her nipples, causing Nora to gasp and arch her back further.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice breathy with arousal. “I want you. I want to please you.”
Lucius cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through her shirt. He growled low in his throat, a sound of approval and hunger. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.
I want to see every inch of your beautiful body, Nora.” Lucius murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. He tugged gently at the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly up her body. Nora’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. She raised her arms, allowing Lucius to slip the shirt over her head and toss it aside.
Lucius’ eyes roamed over her body, taking in the sight of her naked breasts, her flat stomach, and the curve of her hips. He smiled, his fingers tracing around her nipples as they hardened under his touch. "Such beautiful breasts, Nora. So perfect and perky." He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking gently. Nora gasped, her back arching as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Lucius' hands moved down her body, grabbing her skirt and sliding it off her hips, tugging it down and throwing it aside.
Nora lay before him now, completely naked and vulnerable. Lucius looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You're gorgeous, Nora.
Absolutely breathtaking," Lucius murmured, his eyes roving over her body as if he were committing every inch of her to memory. Nora lay before him, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, her body tense with anticipation.
Lucius trailed a finger down her stomach, tracing the line of her hips. "You have such a perfect body, Nora. So soft and delicate. I could spend hours exploring every inch of you. If I were the sort to marry, I wouldn’t mind marrying one as perfect and wonderful as you, you brilliant, beautiful woman.” Lucius confessed softly, his voice laced with honesty and sincerity. Nora’s heart swelled at his words, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and longing.
“You’re just saying that, Master. You don’t really mean it.” Nora whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucius shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “I never say anything I don’t mean, Nora. You are truly special to me. More than just a pet, more than just a plaything. You are a challenge, a puzzle I cannot wait to solve.
You make me want to chase you, to seduce you, to conquer you. You are more than just a conquest, Nora. You are a masterpiece, and I want to be the one to unveil your true potential." Nora's eyes welled up with tears, her heart aching with a mix of emotions. She struggled to find the words to express what she was feeling, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and longing.
Lucius leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. "Shh, my pet. Don't cry. I know this is all new and confusing for you. But remember, I am here for you. I will always be here for you." Lucius murmured, his voice gentle and soothing as he brushed a tear away from Nora's cheek. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers. Nora melted into the kiss, her body responding to his touch, her fears and doubts fading away as she lost herself in the sensation of his lips on hers. Lucius pulled back, his eyes locked onto Nora's. "I want you to feel good, Nora. If I’d wanted, I’m powerful enough to have simply taken you, mind and body. But I didn’t, I want you to want this. I want you to let go of all your worries and just feel. Can you do that for me?
Can you let go and just feel?" Lucius asked, his voice a low, sultry purr. Nora nodded, her eyes glazed with desire and submission. Lucius smiled, his fingers trailing down her body, teasing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. He reached the apex of her thighs, his fingers brushing against her wet folds. Nora gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his touch. Lucius chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Nora's spine. "You're so eager, my pet. So ready for me." He whispered, his fingers dipping inside her, exploring her warmth.
Nora moaned, her hips arching against his hand, seeking more. Lucius smiled against her lips, his fingers curling inside her, stroking that sensitive spot that had her seeing stars.
"You feel so good, Nora. So wet and eager." He growled, his voice thick with desire. Nora whimpered, her body trembling as he slid another finger inside her, stretching her, filling her.
"M-master, please..." She begged, her body aching for more.
Lucius chuckled, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate pace. "Please what, Nora?
Tell me what you want," Lucius coaxed, his voice a low purr as he continued to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her.
Nora whimpered, her body writhing as she tried to find the right words. "I-I want more, Master. I need more."
Lucius laughed, a sound filled with dark amusement. "More what, Nora? Be specific."
Nora hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I want your cock, Master.
I need to feel you inside me," Nora finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a flush of shame at her own words, but the desire burning inside her was too intense to ignore.
Lucius smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Good girl. You're learning fast." He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, his hand glistening with her arousal. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low moan. "You taste incredible, Nora. I can't wait to sink my cock deep inside you."
Nora watched him, her body aching with anticipation.
She had never been so bold, so forward, but with Lucius, she felt a sense of freedom, a release from the restraints of her old life. She wanted him, needed him, and she wasn't afraid to say so.
Lucius smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He could feel her desire, her need, like a physical force pushing them together. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He rubbed the tip against her entrance, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him.
"Tell me you want it, Nora," he commanded, his voice a low growl. “I want my pretty little wife slut to tell her husband master what she needs.” He purred, playing into Nora’s desires, the fantasy that this is her marriage, the ownership Lucius has over her.
He knew she’d be happier this way, even if she didn’t truly understand it yet.
Nora looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and longing. “I want you inside me, Master. I want my husband to make love to me, to claim me as his own.” Her voice was breathy and desperate, her body aching for him.
Lucius smiled, his expression softening as he looked down at her. “You are so beautiful, Nora. So perfect and eager.” He slowly pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, letting her feel just the tip before easing in further. “What’s that mortal saying? Happy wife, happy life?” Lucius said, his voice playful and teasing. He pushed in a little further, watching Nora's face contort with pleasure and discomfort in equal measure. She was so tight, he could feel every inch of her clenching around him. He wanted to savor this moment, to make it last forever.
“Yes, Master,” Nora gasped, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. “I want to make you happy. I want to please you.”
Lucius groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and self-control. He pressed in a little more, allowing Nora to adjust to his size.
"And how do you feel, my pet? Is your husband making you happy?" Lucius asked, his voice low and husky.
Nora let out a low moan, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size. "Y-yes, Master. You're making me very happy," she managed to gasp out, her breath coming in short pants.
Lucius smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he praised. "Now, let's see how happy we can make each other, shall we?" He began to move, slowly at first, wanting to savor the feeling of her tight heat surrounding him.
Nora gasped, her body tensing as she adjusted to his size. Lucius leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he began to move with more force, his hips driving against hers.
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