I wanted to resist, I really did. At least, that's what I tell myself now that it's over, now that Rylen has truly made me his.
But I couldn't. His powers were too strong, his mastery over this world so complete that he had changed me on levels I didn't even know existed.
As he caressed me, gently pushing me back onto the divan he'd just created behind me, my body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. My futile mental screams of resistance were drowned out by my physical needs, and I soon found myself returning his touch, then his rough kisses, then everything.
I'm not sure how long it took, but my next concious memory had me naked on the divan, my legs spread to accept Rylen's wonderful cock, urging him to "Take me Master . . . Take me Master . . . Take me Master" over and over and over. It just felt so wonderful.
Looking back, I know my reaction was caused by the magic he'd used on me; that my original self would have resisted, would have fought back, might even have found a way to free myself. But that doesn't really matter anymore, does it?
For I have accepted Rylen as my Lord and Master. It does not matter what I used to be, or what I could have become. I am now Misty, loyal slavegirl, and I will do anything my Master asks, if only that I may again experience the pleasure of being used by him.
And now he summons me to his presence once again. Not, he has told me, for pleasure, as has been the case on the many occasions since my first use. No, now he feels it is time to make use of me in his plans for the greater world outside his refuge here.
I do not know exactly what he wants of me. Shall I be used to seduce an innocent, or perhaps deceive those who "run" the system? Maybe he will use me to betray an old friend. It doesn't matter, for whatever he asks I will do, and no power in the world will stop me froms erving my master.
