Chapter 12: Sometimes you need a push.
"I don't understand my purpose " Kristen cried on her kitchen table. "Since that night, when Lin and I..." she trailed off. "Lin is a reporter she can get you information about anything " she said crumbling again. "What good am I? Mistress please help"
Kristen begged. Master made her, but he didn't instruct her on his purpose for her.
"He made us feel so good the warm light enveloped us ... then nothing"
“My god woman I’m sure if Master knew you were like the he would have passed on you.” Marion scolded her. “He defined you when he made you a bunny” the last word Marion said with such disdain.
“But your purpose, why he chose you, is a mystery to the rest of us. It seems that you’re the only one who can uncover your own meaning.”
Kristen hung her head, defeated. She felt empty, lost. “I’m sorry… I don’t quite understand,” she whimpered.
Ashley turned to Indira “well Marion is back to normal” she said sarcastically.
Indira rolled her eyes at Ashley taking a sip from her tea. Marion passed back in forth her hands balled as fists at her side. “She should just stop crying and figure something for herself. Master wouldn’t have done this to her unless there was a reason.”
Kristen lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re saying that, Marion…” she sniffled. “I thought you cared about me, that you understood what I felt.”
Ashley interjected, “Guys, maybe she was collateral damage, he couldn’t just grab news girl without this one finding out and causing a problem”
Indira and Marion glared at Ashley. Ashley looked confused for a second then shrugged. “We were just going in circles anyway”
she said nonchalantly. “How about we try another approach, like… what’s the worst case scenario?”
Indira paused for a moment, thinking. “I guess the worst case scenario would if this one causes a scene or does something that endangers Master . Mark would be most unhappy if we had to move so soon”
Marion paused, considering Ashley's proposal. Her anger subsided somewhat, replaced by a hint of understanding. “Maybe you're right, Ash. Let's give her some space and hope for the best.”
Kristen raised her tear-streaked face, grateful for the reprieve. “Thank you, Marion. I appreciate your understanding.”
Marion reached out and tenderly cupped Kristen's cheek. “Just remember, If you become a threat to Mark, my Master, you won’t have to worry about what Ash will do to you. I will come for you myself”
Marion warned Kristen. Kristen shuddered, feeling the weight of Marion's words sink in.
"I understand, Marion," she managed to utter, her voice soft and trembling. "Please, give me some time to process everything."
Marion released Kristen's cheek, her eyes filled with concern. "Take however long you need," she said, her voice laced with empathy. "We're always here for you."
As Marion left the room, Kristen allowed herself to fall apart once more. Ashley got up to leave. Indira stood over Kristen. “I told you the last time, it’s not your place to beg for purpose, you make yourself worthy of his attention. Then he provides the path”.
In the office in Linda and Kristen’s apartment. Linda sat with Mark. “ You know they found Mrs Marsh. In her room tied up blindfolded. Nude.” Linda said in a hushed tone.
"She's still alive, but unconscious. The police suspect foul play, and the media hasn't reported anything yet."
Mark listened carefully, his expression unchanging. This was precisely the kind of situation he needed to avoid. Too many loose ends risked exposing his hidden identity. He pondered his options, trying to maintain his composure.
"And Linda, have you mentioned this to anyone else?" Mark asked, his voice low and steady.
Linda shook her head, her eyes darting around the room. "No, I thought it would be better to tell you first. “Do they have a suspect?” Mark asked.
"Not yet, but they're working on it," Linda replied, her voice trembling slightly. "It's a sensitive issue, and they're being careful not to jump to conclusions."
Mark nodded, his mind racing. He had acted out of emotion. This woman Mrs Marsh had done emotional damage to Marion and risked exposing everything. Marsh had pulled at a string that threaten to unravel Marion. It caused Marion to second guess everything. What if she questioned it again and discovered the truth about herself? About Emma or Ashley and Sarah? He couldn’t have that he finally made a family he deserved. They were his body and soul. His obedient slaves. Nobody will endanger that. Nobody, he will make sure they are protected. They are his beloved.
Mark knew he had to protect them. At whatever cost. That meant keeping his true identity hidden and ensuring that no harm came to them. He knew he couldn't afford any mistakes. Not even a single slip-up. It was up to him to ensure their safety.
Mark told the girls to go home, he would call Ashley for a ride later. He then called Linda and Kristen into the office. Kristen was excited, had her Master found a purpose for her?
“Linda, Kristen sleep for me” he said making magnetic motions and they nodded off. Unless I say your name you will not hear the conversation and float in bliss. “Linda, You believe your Master, don’t you ?” Mark asked Linda in a gentle tone as she looked at Linda and Kristen sleeping soundly on the couch.
“Of course!” Linda replied, her voice full of admiration. “Master has always taken care of us, and I trust him completely.”
Mark nodded “and you Kristen?”
Mark asked turning to Kristen.
“Yes, Master,” Kristen replied, her voice trembling slightly. “I do.”
“Im sorry to report Linda, Kristen has been cheating on you” he said in a sad tone.
Linda gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Cheating on me? How could she?"
Mark sighed, his gaze fixed on Linda. "Apparently, she had been very jealous of the attention you were showing me at the party” Mark said weaving these new truths into Linda’s pliant mind.
Linda’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hand instinctively moving to cover her mouth.
"I had no idea," Linda murmured, her voice shaking. "I thought things were fine between us."
Mark offered her a comforting smile. "Things change, Linda. People change. It's unfortunate, but sometimes, we have to accept that not everyone shares our values or commitment to loyalty."
Linda nodded, her grip tightening on the edge of the desk.
“Kristen you have been cheating on Linda, you saw how much attention she had given me and you couldn’t handle it” Mark said weaving the memories into Kristen’s mind.
Kristen gulped visibly, her eyes shifting nervously between Linda and Mark. "I, uh, I don't know what to say," she mumbled awkwardly.
Linda glanced at Kristen, her eyes burning with disappointment. "Why, Kristen? Why would you betray me like this?"
Kristen's mouth formed into a sneer “you with him, you looked at him the way you used to look at me, stupid cow! After everything I did for you” she spat out.
Linda's eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively moving to cover her mouth.
Mark smiled. He words took root and her personality bent at his words.
Mark watched the transformation take hold in the both of them. He had complete control over Linda and Kristen. Linda was angry and hurt, Kristen was guilty and embarrassed. Both of them stared at Mark for guidance, willing to follow his orders. Mark was ready to show Linda what betrayal truly meant.
"Linda, from what I understand Kristen saw the pain Mrs Marsh committed on Marion. She knew how dear Marion is to me. She sought to use that to punish me by hurting her”Mark explained, his voice low and calm. “Isn’t that right Kristen”? Mark questioned.
Kristen squirmed uncomfortably. "Well, I, um, I guess I did. But—"
Mark cut her off, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. “Mrs Marsh had seen your deception how she was just a revenge fuck and cast you out.” His twisted logic sounded perfectly logical to Kristen’s mind. “You decided to have one last go with her and made her pay”
Mark stated. “That was your plan wasn’t it? Kristen, Linda wanted something from me you were unable to give her and you snapped. Because now, Linda knows what you did, and she can never forgive you. It’s unforgivable. You betrayed our friendship, our love. Do you understand?”
Mark smiled at his masterful manipulation. Kristen now believes she was spured by Linda then when Mrs Marsh spurned her a second time she couldn’t handle it. She beat the older woman, leaving her in a coma and she didn’t care. Linda thought Kristen cheated on her because of her attraction to Mark her Master. The new memories took root bending their personalities.
Linda's feelings evolved from hurt to disgust. Kristen's guilt morphed into resentment. Kristen's jealousy drove her to seek comfort from Mrs Marsh who ended up humiliating her. Linda saw Kristen's vulnerability and used it against her. Linda resented Kristen for wanting Mark as well. Linda vowed to protect Mark from Kristen's treachery.
"So, Linda, what do you think should happen next?" Mark asked, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.
Linda swallowed hard, her rage boiling beneath the surface.
"I think Kristen needs to pay for her betrayal," she growled, her voice thick with bitterness. "She must understand the consequences of her actions."
Mark nodded, his gaze piercing Kristen's guilt-ridden form. "Agreed," he said, his voice ice-cold. "Kristen, you need to turn yourself into the police and confess your crime.
That's the only way to redeem yourself," Linda said, her voice cold and stern.
Kristen hesitated, her eyes shifting nervously between Linda and Mark. "I don't want to go to jail, this is your fault you stupid cow,” she spat. “You drop your panties at the first cute man you see!, I bet he wasn’t the first”
“Shut up bitch, you just don’t like that I got his attention and you didn’t!” Linda yelled “Master found a purpose for me and you were jealous”
“No! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kristen shouted back, her anger rising.
Linda stood up abruptly, her face flushed with fury. "Explain what? Explain how you fucked Mrs Marsh? Explain how you hurt her so badly that she might die?"
Linda demanded, her voice trembling with rage.
Kristen's eyes shifted nervously, her fear growing with each passing moment. "I, um, I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
"Oh, really?" Linda sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Tell me, Kristen, how many times did you visit Mrs Marsh after you slept with her?"
Kristen's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth agape in disbelief.
"You, you know about that?" she stammered, her voice cracking under the weight of her guilt.
Linda sneered, her fury burning brighter than ever. "Master told me," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "He showed me the evidence, the bruises you left on Mrs Marsh's battered body."
Kristen's eyes narrowed, her face contorting into a grimace of hatred. "So, you knew all along?" she snarled, her voice thick with venom.
"Your jealousy led you to abuse and nearly kill a helpless older woman. Are you seriously expecting forgiveness?"
Kristen recoiled in horror, her eyes wide with fear. "No, no, I didn't mean it," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. "I, uh, I was just angry and confused."
Linda sneered, her contemptuous gaze boring into Kristen's terrified form. "Confused?" she spat, her voice dripping with derision.
"You've shown your true colors, Kristen. And now, you're paying the price." "Confused? My ass! You just can't stand the fact that Master wants me and not you.” Linda spat in rage at her former lover.
“You’ve proven yourself unworthy of our bond, Kristen. Master deserves someone better, someone loyal. Someone who understands the importance of trust and respect.”
Kristen clung onto Linda's sleeve, her pleading eyes reflecting the torment within her. "Linda, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just confused and angry."
Linda roughly pushed Kristen away, her voice cold and harsh. "Confusion and anger don't justify your actions, Kristen.
You crossed a line, and there's no coming back from that," Linda hissed, her voice cold and cruel.
"Master doesn't deserve to be associated with someone capable of such violence. Now, it's time for you to admit your crimes and face the consequences."
Kristen's eyes pleaded for mercy, her voice trembling as she begged, "Linda, please, I can explain. There's more to this story than meets the eye."
Mark gestured towards Kristen, his eyes filled with sadness. "This is Kristen, Linda's friend. I'm afraid she betrayed Linda's trust and assaulted an innocent woman."
The officer stared at Kristen, his face impassive. "Is that so?" he grunted, his voice thick with skepticism. "Then let's hear from the accused."
Kristen hesitated, her eyes darting nervously between Mark and Linda.
"Yes, Officer," she croaked, her voice quivering with fear. "I, uh, I confess. I hit Mrs Marsh."
The officer arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Care to elaborate on that, miss?" he prodded, his voice firm.
Kristen's lips began to tremble, her words catching in her throat. "I, uh, I went to see her after she rejected me. She laughed at me, mocked me. I, uh, I snapped.
I grabbed a lamp and smashed it across her face." Kristen confessed, her voice trembling and apologetic.
The officer raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged. "And then?" he prompted, his voice matter-of-fact.
Kristen swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously between Mark and Linda. "I, uh, I punched her. I kicked her. I did horrible things."
The officer nodded, scribbling notes on his pad. "Sounds like assault," he muttered, his voice dry and emotionless.
"What brought you to this point, young lady?"
Kristen gulped, her eyes darting nervously between Mark and Linda. "I, uh, I was angry," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. "I, uh, I felt betrayed."
The officer nodded, jotting down notes on his pad. "And you decided to take it out on an innocent person?" he mused, his voice thick with disapproval.
Kristen's lip quivered, her eyes brimming with tears.
"I, uh, I thought she was laughing at me," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I, uh, I didn't intend to hurt her that bad." "Your intent doesn't absolve you of responsibility," he remarked, his voice matter-of-fact. "Your actions resulted in serious injury to an innocent woman."
Kristen bowed her head, her shoulders slumping. "I know," she whispered, her voice laden with remorse.
"I'm a terrible person."
The officer sighed deeply, his gaze sympathetic. "Young lady, you've done irrevocable harm. We'll need to detain you until we gather more information."
Kristen's eyes widened in terror, her hands trembling as she clutched at her shirt. "No, please, no," she whimpered, her voice choked with fear. "I can't go to prison. I can't lose Linda."
Mark gently placed a hand on Kristen's shoulder, “ you lost her when you broke her trust and cheated on her with that woman”.
Kristen pulled away from Mark. Her rage overflowing towards Linda
. "Linda, you'd better watch your back," she seethed, her voice trembling with hate. "You're not safe either."
Linda eyed Kristen warily, her anger simmering beneath the surface. "You're right," she sneered, her voice laced with contempt. "I'm not safe. Not with you around."
Mark stepped between the two women, his expression grave. "Enough," he barked, his voice commanding. "This isn't helping anyone.” Officer are we done here?
” Mark asked.
The officer shook his head, his gaze focused on Kristen. "Unfortunately, we need to interrogate her further before we can determine the appropriate charges," he responded, his voice matter-of-fact.
"However, based on your statement, we may consider adding the charge of attempted murder."
As the officer escorted Kristen away, her desperate pleas echoing through the hallway, a somber silence fell upon the group. Linda, shaken by the events unfolded, clung onto Mark's arm for support.
"Mark, thank you for being here and helping me through this," Linda said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "I never expected things to escalate like this."
Mark smiled. Kristen was a devoted loyal woman. Mark wove new perception and memories that took root. The personality that flowered was a jealous bitter woman who was spurned by her wife’s wondering eye drove her into the arms of another who also spurned her love. That was too much and she believed it so much she confessed to the crime.
Mark thought about how easy it was to control people. It made him wonder how much more power he would wield if he learned to control minds effectively.
After all, the ability to manipulate reality itself was a tantalizing prospect. If he could learn to master this skill, he could shape people's perceptions, alter their memories, and bend them to his will.
The potential rewards were immense – wealth, power, influence – but the risks were equally significant. The consequences of failure or exposure could be catastrophic. Still, the thrill of possessing such power was intoxicating.
The thought of controlling others, manipulating their desires, and shaping their realities seemed almost too good to resist.
It would allow Mark to create the perfect life for himself, free from any obstacles or limitations. However, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the ethical implications of such power. Would abusing mind control be crossing a moral boundary? Or was it necessary to survive in a world where power often corrupts those who possess it?
Linda was grateful for Mark's presence during this tumultuous time. He provided stability and reassurance, guiding her through the storm of emotions that swirled inside her. He loved him even more. She owed him everything.
He had guided her through the chaos and confusion, providing solace and understanding amidst the turmoil. Without him, she wouldn't have known what to do next. His presence alone calmed her nerves, bringing a sense of peace in the midst of adversity.
"Linda if you want I can take away your pain. I know you are suffering from the betrayal. It will consume you. I can be your shield. You just have to want it bad enough” Mark said gently to Linda “surrender, submit, and obey”
. Linda looked at Mark in awe, she had always dreamt of having someone to protect her. To guide her through life’s challenges. To be her rock. To be her knight in shining armor. Mark was that for her.
“Mark, I am yours, I surrender. I submit, I obey,” Linda declared, her voice full of conviction. “Take me. Own me. Protect me.”
Mark smiled tenderly, caressing Linda's cheek. "I promise to always be there for you, my dear Linda," he whispered, his voice warm and soothing.
"Just close your eyes and let me guide you through this process."
Linda nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed her eyes. “Sleep, so exhausted. Bent but not broken. Count down from 10. When you reach zero. You will be an empty shell ready to be refilled with new purpose “
Mark commanded Linda. Linda's eyelids fluttered shut, her breathing deepening as she allowed herself to fall asleep. As she drifted into a peaceful slumber, Mark moved closer to her, his breath hot against her ear. "One," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "Two."
His words washed over Linda like a gentle wave, carrying her deeper into the depths of oblivion. With each countdown, her body relaxed, surrendering to the hypnotic rhythm of his voice. "Three."
Her muscles loosened, tension dissipating.
Each number whispered into her ear, carried her deeper into the abyss of tranquility. The countdown became a soothing mantra, guiding her away from the chaos of her mind. "Four."
"Five."
With every repetition, Linda's consciousness faded, replaced by a void of nothingness. She surrendered to the numbing embrace of darkness, allowing the relentless voices to wash over her. "Six."
"Seven."
In that silent void, Linda felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
The familiar faces and voices that once plagued her mind now receded into the distance, replaced by a calming stillness. She was enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility, untouched by the outside world. There was only the soothing whispers of Mark's voice guiding her further into the abyss.
"Eight."
"Nine."
"Ten."
Mark's final whisper echoed in Linda's ears, marking the end of her descent into emptiness. As the voices subsided, she felt an unfamiliar sensation taking root within her.
Linda lay motionless, her body a vessel waiting to be filled with purpose. A newfound strength coursed through her veins, filling her with determination. She had found her purpose.
"Mark whispered, his voice breaking the silence. "Open your eyes."
She blinked twice, her vision blurry as she fought to regain focus. Her past was gone, her memories were gone, even her name was gone”
“And you are?” The handsome stranger asked helping her to her feet.
She noticed that his blue eyes sparkled with warmth and kindness. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern etching his features.
"Yes, thank you," she managed to reply, her voice shaky. "I, uh, I tripped."
"I'm Mark," the stranger introduced himself, holding out his hand. She hesitantly accepted his offer, feeling a strange connection forming between them.
"I'm uh, I'm Lynn," she finally managed to introduce herself,
Mark's face lit up at the sound of her name. "Lynn," he repeated, his voice filled with awe. "It's beautiful."
Lynn blushed, unsure of how to respond to his compliment. "Thank you," she mumbled, her voice shy. "I haven't heard that in a long time."
Mark tilted his head to the side, his eyes locked on hers.
"Lynn," he repeated, savoring the taste of her name on his tongue.
"Sleep Lynn” he said
, his voice a soothing whisper. "Bask in this serenity. Let it wash over you as you sleep. Dream of a world without burdens, where your dreams become a reality."
Sleep, Lynn."
Lynn's body relaxed, her muscles unknotting as she melted into the soft grass below. Time seemed to slow down, and the noises around her disappeared. All she could hear was Mark's soothing voice, guiding her deeper into a realm of blissful ignorance.
“Before me you were nothing. I am your creator. I know it’s confusing to not have any memories but I am her to guide you, give your purpose. You just need to surrender yourself to me. Take heart in that I know what’s best for you”
“I need you to answer a few questions” Mark spoke observing her as a scientist would a test subject. “Have we met before?” Mark asked
curiously, his eyes studying Lynn closely.
She shook her head, her voice quiet. “No, I don’t think so. I don’t remember meeting you before…”
“Who am I to you?” Mark asked, his tone curious.
Lynn furrowed her brow, her eyes scanning Mark's face. ”um, Master? Yes, that’s it Master”
Lynn replied, her voice shaky yet obedient.
Mark grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ah, Lynn, you are a delight," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "Do you recognize me now?"
“Yes, Master I do, “ she said with confidence
.
Mark smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Good girl," he praised, his voice filled with pride.
"Now, tell me, Lynn, why did you choose to serve me?"
Lynn swallowed hard, her eyes glistening with desire. "Because you are my Master," she murmured, her voice trembling with reverence. "I chose to serve you because you are strong, powerful, and wise."
Mark chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's quite the poetic response, Lynn," he mused, his voice lighthearted.
"How does it feel to surrender completely to me?"
Lynn's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red. "Master, I… I can't believe I'm saying this, but it feels amazing," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "Being utterly vulnerable and submissive to you is liberating."
Mark nodded, his eyes never leaving Lynn's face. "Good," he murmured, his voice deepening. "I want you to be comfortable in your submission, Lynn."
Lynn swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest.
"I want you to be comfortable in your submission, Lynn. I want you to feel safe and protected."
Lynn's eyes widened, her breath quickening. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust.
"I want to be your slave."
Mark's smile broadened, his eyes glittering with anticipation. "Lynn, I am pleased to accept your service," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "You are now mine to command and pleasure."
Lynn shuddered, her entire body igniting with desire. "Thank you, Master," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I will serve you faithfully, always seeking to please you."
Mark asked “what would you sacrifice of yourself of your old life to show your everlasting obedience to me?”
. Lynn's eyes widened, her voice quivering with emotion. "Master, I would give anything to prove my loyalty and devotion to you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, tell me what I must do."
Mark gazed deeply into Lynn's eyes, his voice low and seductive. "Very well, Lynn," he murmured, his voice dark and enticing. "To truly demonstrate your commitment to me, you must perform one task."
Lynn's pulse raced, her breath shallow as she eagerly awaited Mark's command.
"Master, I await your instruction," she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation.
Mark's eyes bored into her, his voice a velvety whisper. "Lynn, you must prove your loyalty and devotion to me," he murmured, his voice dark and enticing. "And to do that, you must surrender something precious to you."
Lynn swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest. "Master, I am willing to give anything to prove my loyalty and devotion to you," she breathed, her voice quavering slightly.
As your master I can ask you to sacrifice, it you who must decide what”
Mark answered
Lynn gulped, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Master, I… I understand," she murmured, her voice tight. "But, uh, what should I give up?
Lynn swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. Lynn gulped, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
"Master, I... I understand," she murmured, her voice tight.
"Lynn, think carefully about what you value most in your life," he coaxed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Something that symbolizes your identity, your history, or your aspirations. Something that makes you uniquely you."
Lynn's brows knitted together, her mind racing as she searched for the perfect sacrifice. I think I have an idea," she eventually whispered, her voice hesitant yet determined. "But I'm not sure if it's good enough."
Mark nodded, his eyes fixed on Lynn's face.
"Go ahead," he whispered, his voice soft and encouraging. "Let me know what you've chosen."
Lynn gulped, her eyes darting nervously between Mark and the ground. "Well, uhm, I've been thinking," she stammered, her voice trembling with apprehension. "There's something that I hold dear, something that I've cherished for a long time."
Mark's eyes sparkled with interest, his voice a velvety whisper.
"Lynn, I'm eager to hear your choice," he coaxed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Tell me what you have in mind." "Well, um, I've been thinking," she stammered, her voice trembling with apprehension.
Mark leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Lynn's face.
"Speak freely, Lynn," he purred, his voice deep and sultry. "There's no judgment here. Just honesty."
Lynn swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously between Mark and the ground.
Mark raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with interest.
"Lynn, my slave, what is it that you wish to offer me?" he commanded
, his gaze piercing through her defences.
Lynn swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she revealed her choice. I choose to give up my name," she confessed, her voice breaking. "I want to be known as your pet, your property."
Mark's eyes widened, his voice deepening with satisfaction. "A fitting tribute, Lynn," he growled, his eyes burning with desire. "From now on, you shall be called 'Pet.'"
Lynn's breathing accelerated, her pulse throbbing in her veins.
“Now Pet, what do I mean to you” he commanded his will washing over her soul.
Pet tried to think of an answer but felt compelled to say “you are my owner, my master, my lover. What ever you want me to be, I can be. You are my creator, my controller, my god.”
Mark listened patiently, his eyes burning with intensity. Satisfied with her response, he asked “and what do you want from me?”
Pet hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. “I don’t know, Master.
I just want to serve you and make you happy,” Pet confessed, her voice trembling slightly.
Mark considered her answer . “If you could have a gift from me that for one night I would do to you whatever you please what would it be?” He asked peering into her eyes.
“Whatever you want me to do to you, you have one night to make a wish. Choose wisely, Pet.”
Pet's heart raced, her mind grappling with the endless possibilities. "Master, I have a request," she whispered, her voice quivering with anticipation. "I want you to dominate me, to use me however you please."
Mark's eyes sparked with excitement, his voice dark and commanding. "Such a bold request, Pet," he murmured, his eyes boring into hers.
"What makes you think you deserve such treatment?"
Pet swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly. "Master, I know my place," she whispered, her eyes darting nervously between him and the ground. "I exist solely to satisfy your desires, to fulfill your whims."
Mark studied her carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you truly believe that?" he prodded, his voice low and dangerous. "Or are you merely trying to appease me?"
Pet bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"Master, I've always wanted to be dominated, controlled, used—to experience the ultimate surrender of my body and mind," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I believe that submitting myself entirely to you would bring me the deepest sense of fulfillment imaginable."
Mark watched her closely, his eyes burning with intensity. "So, you want me to unleash my darkest desires upon you, to claim you as my own, to ravage every inch of your flesh?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a throaty whisper.
Pet nodded, her eyes shining with lust.
"Yes, Master," she murmured, her voice trembling. "I want to be your plaything, your puppet—a vessel for your desires."
Mark smirked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You are a brave little slut, aren't you?" he teased, his voice dripping with wickedness. "What makes you think you can handle my dark fantasies?"
Pet swallowed hard, her voice quivering. "Master, I'm prepared to endure anything," she declared, her voice firm despite her trepidation.
"I beg you, please, grant me the privilege of experiencing your darkest fantasies."
Mark's eyes burned with hunger, his voice a sinful whisper. "Are you certain, Pet?" he taunted, his fingers tracing along her bare skin. "Once you taste the depravity that lies within me, there is no turning back."
Pet swallowed hard, her resolve unwavering. "I am willing to risk everything, Master," she murmured, her voice thick with longing.
"I trust you implicitly, and I believe that our connection transcends mere physical attraction."
Mark nodded, his eyes burning with approval. "Very well, Pet," he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "I accept your challenge. Tonight, I will release my darkest desires upon you, and you will endure my depraved fantasies."
Pet's heart pounded wildly against her ribs, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I am ready, Master," she whimpered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"Do with me as you please."
Mark traced his finger along her jawline, his eyes burning with intensity. "Pet, you truly wish to experience my darkest fantasies?" he questioned, his voice thick with lust.
"Yes, Master," she groaned, her body trembling beneath his touch. "I crave the pleasure you can provide."
Mark smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then, let us begin," he purred, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Strip for me, Pet.
Show me what hides beneath that modest attire," Mark commanded, his voice a dark and sensual whisper.
Without hesitation, Pet hastily removed her clothes, revealing her curvaceous body. Her breasts jiggled softly, her nipples erect and begging for attention. Mark stared hungrily at her luscious curves, his eyes devouring her naked form.
"On your knees, Pet," he ordered, his voice deepening with lust.
Submitting to his command, Pet knelt before him, her gaze lowered respectfully.
Her body trembled with anticipation, her lips parted slightly as she awaited his next directive. Mark surveyed her naked form, his eyes lingering on her supple curves. "Perfect," he uttered under his breath, his voice laced with satisfaction.
"Spread your legs wide for me, Pet," he instructed, his voice a silken whisper. Without hesitation, she complied, her thighs parting slightly. Her pussy glistened with arousal, her clit partially hidden behind a veil of fine pubic hair.
Mark reached out, lightly running his fingers across her inner thigh. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, causing her to moan softly. "You're a beautiful sight, Pet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You belong to me now."
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, her body arching as she yearned for his touch. "I am yours to control, to manipulate, to fuck."
Pet's voice quivered with anticipation, her breath catching in her throat. "Make me scream, make me cum, make me yours."
Mark smiled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Such a naughty little slut," he murmured, his voice a silken whisper. "You're going to enjoy tonight, my sweet Pet."
"Yes, Master," she cried, her voice filled with longing. "I cannot wait to experience your dark fantasies."
Mark stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts.
His touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, causing her to arch her back and moan softly. "I am yours to control, to manipulate, to fuck."
Mark's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve like a treasure hunter discovering gold. His fingers danced across her nipples, sending spasms of pleasure coursing through her veins.
"I love hearing you moan, Pet," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Your whimpering pleases me, and I plan to tease you mercilessly until you're begging for release."
"Yes, Master," she sighed, her voice heavy with lust. "I want to please you, to make you scream with pleasure."
Mark's hands wandered lower, tracing a path down her stomach and over her hips. "I can't wait to feel you tighten around my cock," he growled, his voice laced with desire.
"You're so wet, aren't you, Pet?"
"Yes, Master," she groaned, her voice thick with lust. "I'm soaking wet for you."
"That's right," he whispered, his voice a velvety caress. "You're a natural slut, designed for my pleasure."
He slid a finger inside her, teasing her entrance with the tip of his digit. The sensation was exquisite, and she moaned loudly, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Oh, yes, Master," she whimpered, her voice thick with lust. "Please, fill me with your cock."
Mark's erection pulsed with excitement, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Not yet, Pet," he growled, his voice laced with desire. "First, I want to taste you."
With a swift movement, he lifted her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours. "Spread your legs wider," he ordered, his voice a dark and sensual whisper.
She obeyed eagerly, her body quivering with anticipation.
With each deliberate thrust, the intensity of their connection grew stronger. Their bodies moved in sync, creating a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within their souls.
"Oh, yes, Master," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. Over and over all throughout the night he fucked her. Until she was exhausted. He whispered “sleep pet” and she fell as if someone removed her battery.
Mark then turned off the lights and left the room. The darkness was absolute, save for her gentle, rhythmic breath which echoed in the silent chamber.
He walked to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat at the counter. As he sipped from the glass, he thought about Lynn, or rather, Pet. The transformation was incredible. No longer was she bound by the chains of her past; they had been shattered, replaced by a newfound liberation. Now her sole purpose was to serve him, to cater to his every demand, to be his personal sex slave.
Mark with Pet walking behind took the elevator to the lobby. Mark took out his phone and dialed. “Yes Ash, I need a pick up for two” … Pet heard a second woman come on the call “ yes, yes Marion I fixed the problem, both problems. They just needed a push”
he laughed as he hung up.
The Ashley arrived promptly, and they made their way outside. Once inside the SUV Mark gestured for Pet to sit in the middle seat, allowing him to occupy the window seat. It was a strategic move, giving him better access to Pet during the ride. The SUV pulled away from the building, navigating bustling city streets.
"You've done an excellent job today, Pet," Mark said, his voice deep and appreciative.
Ashley looked at the girl in the backseat “I see someone graduated from Bunny does Marion and Indira know? “It was their idea. A little payback for the trouble at the party” he told Ashley.
"I agree," Ashley responded, looking at Pet. "Marion and Indira should have some fun too."
Mark winked at Ashley as he opened the door to the townhouse. "After all, it's only fair that we share our newest acquisition with our friends, isn't it?"
Ashley gave a knowing nod, smiling at Pet. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she said reassuringly.
"We will take care of you. We promise."
Ashley gently massaged Pet's shoulders, his eyes locked on her face. "Remember," he whispered, his voice a comforting whisper in the dimly lit hallway, "everything will be okay."
Mark glanced at the clock on the wall. It was late, and they needed to rest. "Come on, guys," he murmured, his voice deep yet soothing. "It's time to retire."
They gathered in the den, settling into comfortable positions amidst plush leather couches and chairs.
Marion stood as the entered, hugged Mark and kissed him deeply. “Is it finally over? That party and that cruel woman”. Indira hugged Mark for what seemed like an hour. “Since one of the bunnies are gone and one remains, I would say he sacrificed one to end your torment, Marion”
Indira continuesd “the fool who begged for purpose and threaten us was given new purpose by Master” be careful what you wish for.”
Mark sat down beside Indira and put his arm around her waist. “I know, but sometimes people change when their needs are met. Who knows, maybe Pet here will surprise us.”
The three shared a few more minutes of silence, discussing their plans for the upcoming weekend. At last, they decided to retreat to their respective rooms and rest. Indira bid them farewell, leaving Marion and Mark alone.
"I'm going to take a shower first," Mark announced, standing up from the couch.
"Feel free to relax, Marion. I'll join you later."
Marion grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No worries, darling," she replied, stretching luxuriously. "I'll catch up on some reading."
Mark disappeared behind the bathroom door, leaving Marion alone in the cozy living room. She settled into a plush armchair, flipping open the book nestled in her lap. As she read, she couldn't help but think about the events of the evening.
The revelation of Pet's true nature, the satisfaction of seeing Linda’s transform into a devoted servant, and the joy of sharing their triumph with their closest confidants. Marion couldn't deny the intoxicating thrill of power that flowed through her veins. She wondered if Kristen deserved her fate? Marion wanted that other woman Marsh gone. She caused Marion to lose faith in her life and her Master. Question her love for Mark? No she would rather send a million innocent women to jail or confine an innocent to a mindless existence or servitude.
To even consider that woman deserves any redemption or forgiveness is absurd. She betrayed us and sought to destroy us. She deserves no mercy. She doesn't even deserve to live.
Emma emerged from the kitchen with a warm plate of cookies. Took one and gave one to Marion. “Don’t worry little one, we did the right thing”
Marion smiled, her green eyes twinkling with amusement. “For once, Marion, you were right,” Emma chuckled, taking another cookie. “I guess I owe you one for being such a smart bunny after all, huh?”
Marion shook her head, laughing heartily. “Alright, alright, you win this round,” she conceded, offering Emma some of her delicious treat. But remember, this is just round one!” Emma nodded, her blue eyes dancing with excitement.
Mark returned to the bedroom to find Indira waiting for him with a warm cup of tea. “I thought you would need someone to talk about it with “
Indira said, handing him the steaming mug. “We knew that Kristen woman would be a problem. We knew this Marsh woman was a problem. We knew Linda would have discovered the assault on Marsh was due to her discovering Marion was Martha Taylor Darden your foster mother, wealthy socialite who had been remade into your slave”
“We made Kristen our patsy you aimed that arrow at Marsh and fired. Kristen believes hart and soul the memories you fabricated for her” Indira continued “do not cry beloved” she hugged Mark with all her tiny frame. “You have protected us and our way of life once again.”
Mark said embracing Indira with a kiss.
Indira blushed, her brown eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you, my love,” she whispered, returning his passionate embrace. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Mark held her close, his heart swelled with affection. “My sweet Indira,” he murmured, “I would do anything to protect you and our way of life. We’ve come a long way since those early days, haven’t we?”
Indira nodded, her voice trembling slightly.
"I know, my love," she said, her eyes shining with emotion. "We've been through so much together, and I'm grateful for your unwavering support."
Mark held her close, his heart swelling with pride. "You're my rock, Indira," he murmured, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I couldn't ask for a better partner and friend."
Indira smiled, her voice soft and sincere. "And likewise, my love," she whispered, snuggling deeper into his arms.
Indira was the only other person besides Mark who knew the girls were in fact Mark’s real family remade in his Image. Emma was not Marion’s older sister but her mother. Indira had survived their arrival and their rebirth. Both evil women and his sisters repurposed and reforged with better improved memories without the baggage of past sins.
With them now completely loyal to him Mark finally had peace of mind.
As they lay entwined in each other's arms, Mark and Indira talked about their plans for the future. The tension that had once plagued their relationship seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound ease and comfort.
"I never believed we would reach this point," Indira said, her voice trembling slightly. "Our lives have changed so much over the years, and yet I still feel blessed to have found you."
Mark smiled, his eyes shining with warmth.
"Me too, Indira," he murmured, his voice deep and sincere. "I never thought that I would find happiness in this world, but you've shown me that there's hope."
Indira gazed into his eyes, her own eyes glistening with emotion. "We've faced many challenges together, my love," she whispered, her voice thick with feeling. "But nothing could ever tear us apart."
Mark leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "That's right," he murmured, his voice a warm caress.
"We've been through hell and high water, but our love has endured."
Indira snuggled closer, her voice hushed with passion. "I never imagined that I would share my life with someone as wonderful as you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "But I'm glad that fate brought us together."
Mark stroked her hair, his eyes shining with affection. "We've come a long way indeed, my dear," he whispered, his voice warm and genuine.
"But we're far from finished. There's still so much to explore, so much to discover."
Indira gazed into his eyes, her voice hushed with anticipation. "Tell me, my love," she murmured, her voice thick with longing. "What do you fantasize about? What things do you wish to accomplish?"
Mark wrapped Indira in his arms and the world stopped for him for the night.
Epilogue:
Sarah sat at Linda’s computer at Linda’s apartment. Ashley watched the door. Pet slept on the couch in the corner. Sarah typed out a resignation later from Linda to her editor. She cited Linda’s wife Kristen having an affair then trying to murder Mrs Anne Marsh. She thanked the editor for for her help over the years.
Sarah closed the letter, printed it out, and placed it on the editor's desk. Ashley watched the door vigilantly, ensuring that no one disturbed them. Satisfied with her work, Sarah joined Ashley at the entrance to Linda's apartment. Pet remained asleep on the couch in the corner, oblivious to their presence.
"Well done, Sarah," Ashley praised, her voice low and soft. "I'm impressed with how quickly you mastered Linda's writing style."
Sarah flashed a smile, her eyes glinting with pride.
"Thanks, Ashley," she said, her voice confident and assertive. "Linda's writing style felt familiar, almost as if it were a part of me."
Ashley raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Really?" she asked, her tone suggestive. "Have you dabbled in journalism before?"
Sarah hesitated briefly, her gaze flickering nervously. "Well," she stammered, her voice wavering slightly.
"I mean, I've always enjoyed writing, but my main focus has been art and design."
Ashley nodded understandingly, her eyes glinting with interest. "Interesting," she mused, her voice thoughtful. "I wonder if there's something more to your talent than meets the eye."
Sarah shrugged nonchalantly, her voice hinting at unease. "Could be," she admitted, her voice trailing off. "Either way, I'm happy to have helped Linda out."
The pair stood up from their seats, exchanging knowing smiles.
They exited the apartment, leaving Pet behind, blissfully unaware of their plans. As they approached the elevators, Ashley spoke quietly, her voice barely audible. "So, Sarah, tell me more about yourself. Have you always been interested in writing?"
Sarah shrugged casually, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Well, I've always loved telling stories," she admitted, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "But I never really considered myself a writer until recently."
Ashley nodded understandingly, her eyes shimmering with intrigue.