"For him who has conquered the mind, the mind is the best of friends; but for one who has failed to do so, his very mind will be the greatest enemy."

Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 6, Verse 6

 

 

It was now already the fourth day that we spent in the clutches of this harpie. If I slackened my concentration for even a second, Sir Wyatt would suffer from my weakness.

 

 

Her orders were clear and I couldn't fight them. As soon as I called my mistress, that bitch, wrong even in my mind, I would humiliate my brave paladin and protector to the extreme.

 

Ever since our escape attempt from her slavery, Mistress, the rotten bitch, had been torturing us in the most despicable way.

 

Sir Wyatt has been subjected to unspeakable sexual practices all this time. It is only due to firm faith in our God that he has not yet broken down and broken his vows. Although it is incomprehensible to me why it is so difficult to remain chaste while the torture of Mistress explicitly demands chastity from Sir Wyatt.

 

For a few days he had to stand naked in the room. His hands tied at his sides to a strange leather belt that went around his belly. The terrible woman came to us and then she started to give him some kind of orders. Having to listen to it was humiliating enough. I could not imagine what it must be like for Sir Wyatt.

The animals wore gloves and washed or made love to him. Only she was allowed to touch him directly. It made no sense.

We both had to watch whenever that bitch fornicated with the animals or her maid.

 

I can only see him suffering every minute of every day. This bitch knows no shame! What a sacrilege!

 

Oh NO!

 

"The gods have commanded it!"

 

"AHHHH. You stupid bitch! Get a grip on yourself! Stop calling our mistress that! ARGH. My balls!"

 

I'm so useless.

 

Mistress just giggled superiorly. And then she looked at me.

 

 

"Now all I need is a victim. Will you volunteer for my little experiment?" she said, making the other slave girls in the room laugh. "How about it my little zealot?"

 

 

It shamed and enraged me the way mistress, the whore, tried to drag my faith through the mud.

Mistress pointed in my direction. Surely she didn't mean me? I looked around uncertainly, but her subsequent words left no doubt about her choice:

 

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Come here and I'll try a little experiment on you!"

 

I felt caught, but I had no other choice. To the applause of the other women and animals, I stood up and walked forward to the attractive young woman. Joyful anticipation stirred in my limbs, mixed with some excitement.

 

At the same time, I felt strange. Why did I feel like that ?

 

 

"Welcome, Evelyn! I'm about to try a little experiment and transform you a bit," she announced in her sonorous voice. "You will obey my commands, at least when I want you to. Remember that I need access to your subconscious to control your actions. If your subconscious side rejects my instructions, then I have no power over you. Your mind must want that, at least the part which is not controlled by your cognitive consciousness.

So do not be afraid of me. Are you ready for a new world, Evelyn?"

 

I didn't understand anything. What was mistress talking about?

 

I guess I had no other choice. On the one hand, all eyes in the room were on me, staring at me with anticipation. On the other hand, I was also curious myself about the abilities of this woman, who seemed to be looking directly into my soul with her piercing eyes. I myself had never thought of myself as easily manipulated, now I would be able to find out.

 

 I agreed and the women applauded enthusiastically. Mistress's voice gently lulled me and she motioned me to focus on her as she continued to speak. In a deep monotone voice, mistress kept explaining and giving me instructions. My mind focused entirely on the sensations she was giving me. More and more powerful became her penetration into my thoughts, until I finally lost myself in a veil of trance.

 

 "Three!", mistress's voice sounded in my head and I awoke from my slumber. I saw the familiar surroundings of the room and the slave girls in front of me, but I could not remember the events of the last few minutes. Or was it even hours? I wouldn't have been able to tell.

 

"Thank you so much Evelyn, you did great! The manipulation is over, please go back to your proper position," the mistress thanked me and sent me down from the stage.

 

I didn't want to believe how easily she had me wrapped around her finger. I really couldn't remember anything and just sat in my chair confused. All my thoughts revolved around my experience. Never would I have expected that I would be so easy to manipulate.

 

"Evelyn, I'm sure you're pleased with how well everything worked out. You were probably the last to expect it, but everything is about to become much clearer to you."

 

Then she took my collar off. I was free? I didn´t feel free.

 

It was as if she could read my mind even now. My confusion paralyzed me and I just stopped. I struggled for words, but the excitement in my limbs still left me frozen in place.

 

 

"You seem a little absent, Evelyn. Come with me to my bedroom! I'll explain everything to you there," she replied in her imperious tone. It was a request I didn't dare refuse her and so I followed her.

 

Arrived in the bed chamber she turned to me and kissed me directly on the lips. Completely taken off guard by her insinuation, it took me a moment to fight back. I pushed her away forcefully, earning a withering look from her green eyes.

 

"You don't seem to understand, Evelyn. I'm about to fuck you, you can't help it! You are still under my control. Your subconscious is all too receptive and I am here to fulfill all your secret desires and passions! Consider it an act of my charity," she gleefully replied to me, while she was already fiddling with her belt and slowly loosening it.

 

 

"Did you really think your faith would protect you? That your god would save you from me? That the gods would stand by you? You poor thing."

 

"I'm here to save you, Evelyn."

 

Her words were sacrilegious. And yet something like awe crept up from the lowest depths of my depraved being. Mistress dismissed the gods as if casually. Her absolute charisma attracted me like insects to light.

 

Fear crept up in my limbs. Was she really serious? Was I that easy to manipulate? Would she take advantage of my weakness and jump me right away? I couldn't believe any of this; it overwhelmed me. I tried to run away, but a snap on her part stopped me.

 

 

"You see Evelyn, you are like putty in my hands. I have looked into your soul and seen your most intimate desires. Deep inside you long for what is about to happen," she informed me. "I'm going to give you the pleasures your subconscious has been dreaming of for years. You're going to get your money's worth in the process, though, because you're going to experience it all from the front row. You will enjoy it. Trust me, I know my stuff."

 

The words scared me because I feared that she would be right.

 

Her hands loosened the belt around her pelvis and took it off. With pleasure she unbuttoned her pants and revealed exciting underwear. I made big eyes and my chest throbbed loudly with excitement. Obviously this was no joke, but her pure seriousness. Mistress was planning to bed me right here and now!

 

Her control prevented me from making any move, I was completely at her mercy. I could not resist and Mistress would take what she thirsted for. And I trembled inwardly with anticipation.

 

"Undress!" she commanded in the same sonorous voice as before. As if prompted by a spell, my hands wandered to my coverlet and pulled it over my head. My breasts hidden underneath presented themselves to her in all their glory. Unprotected from the greedy look in her eyes. Meanwhile, my own hands continued unhindered.

 

My body was now naked and gave the view of my curves. Mistress's gaze scrutinized the seductive mounds and then wandered to my taut belly. With a mixture of lust and appraisal, she looked at my body, completely exposed before her, for some time.

 

The bulge of her underwear had once again become more distinct and I could now see the outline of her twitching thing quite clearly. A long rod stood out under the fabric of her underwear and seemed to crave the temptations of my exposed body. I did not understand what I was seeing. Was mistress a man? To the excitement in my limbs mixed at this sight even a little arousal, even if I did not want to admit it to myself.

 

My well-trained mistress took a few steps towards me and pressed her body against mine. A shiver ran through me and let me feel cold and heat at the same time. I could now clearly feel the expanded deliciousness in her underwear rubbing against my thighs. Her wiry torso was right up against mine and her hard muscles left me no room to escape. I was fully her helpless prisoner. With her surprisingly strong arms she embraced my body and played with her hands in the most inappropriate areas.

 

 

I felt her fingers playing along my rear, giving me a pleasant shiver. Enraptured, Mistress's eyes eyed the lewd mounds before her, their small nipples rising greedily to hard peaks. With her hand she embraced my soft balls and kneaded them gently.

 

"Those are some delicious things! I bet they've given you quite a bit of desire," mistress said with perceptible eagerness in her voice.

 

I felt her strong hands on my nipples and couldn't help but moan hard. The breeze of her fragrant breath could be felt on my flushed cheeks as she ran circular motions around the hard nipples. I had trouble restraining my panting because I didn't want to reward the overpowering woman with my lust as well. Besides all my lust, however, I felt another feeling inside me. There was something fishy about this.

 

 

No one had ever touched my breasts except myself. Neither a man nor a woman. And yet there was this craving inside me.

Mistress was an attractive woman, I had to admit that. But I had never felt attracted to her. It had to be her manipulation that fueled my lust and made me crave her hard stick. Otherwise I could not explain the heat that rose inside me and drove every clear thought out of my brain.

 

Mistress did not bother with my doubts, but continued to slide her hands over the skin of my body, giving me one blissful shiver after another. While some of her fingers played with my nipple and grabbed it gently, wandered between my thighs to discover the warm frolics between them. I felt the sensual temptation in the play of her fingers, which wandered unerringly between the lips of my indecent tightness, seeking there my throbbing pearl. I felt the pleasant coolness of her skin resting on my cleft. Each of her touches electrified me and sent countless lightning bolts shooting through my body. The heat only increased as mistress located my pearl and massaged it with her fingers.

 

 

I couldn't help but moan with delight and quicken my breathing. The tension inside me was just too great and I enjoyed lingering in Mistress' embrace. Her skillful fingers gave me pleasant thrills and made my cleft get wetter and wetter.

 

While I furtively glanced at the bulge in her underwear, a plump tip of her shaft was already stretching out of the waistband. The red spear tip seemed to point inquisitively in my direction, as if it wanted to curiously take a look at the target of her mistress's fornication.

 

Determined, her firm hands finally captured me and pushed me onto the divan behind me. Mistress tore her underpants off her body and the thick punisher between her legs stretched majestically into the air. Awe-inspiring, her artificial member was enthroned in front of me and I could see exactly how bulging it was filled by her desire. The tightness of my thighs would give her relief, that became clear to me at that moment. The wildly twitching member left no doubt that mistress would overcome any obstacle with the power of her passion to get satisfaction. Too unrestrained the wild desire flowed through her quite obviously that she would have let herself be deterred by my frightened expression or the legs pressed together.

 

Most determined, however, was her gaze, looking directly into my eyes, telling me in no uncertain terms that she would take me now. The power in them showed me that mistress had not come to negotiate. She would take what she wanted. My body was her vessel and the seductions of my cleft served to satisfy her urgent cravings. Inwardly, therefore, I had already given up trying to resist. Too great and strong were the forces that were at work here.

 

Her slender hands wandered between my knees and pulled my legs apart powerfully. The sensual fold of my thighs exposed to every glance, covered with moisture. My wet cleft now gaped directly in front of her, seeming to invite her hard bobbing cock.

 

The lust in Mistress' mysterious eyes had now finally become an intense fire of ecstasy that threatened to consume me. The veins on her wiry arms throbbed wildly and her entire upper body tensed in anticipation of the bliss that awaited her between my legs. I heard her breathing quicken as she took her rod in her hand and slowly guided it in my direction.

 

Anticipation germinated in me as well, making all my limbs twitch. The insistent head of her cock came closer and closer to my wet gate and seemed to heat up the air that separated us. Between the tip of her intruder and my wetted lips it almost crackled and I could only gasp excitedly. In a few seconds she would penetrate me and take me mercilessly. I was fair game for her and could not break her spell.

 

I felt so ashamed. Weak. My faith worth nothing. Just indecent lustful flesh. But inside me was this voice that told me Mistress would save me.

 

"I'm going to fuck you now!" she informed me, though I had no choice anyway. She seemed to mention it only casually, as all her attention was devoted to the chaste slit in front of her cock tip. The tightly closed lips guarded my lustful secret for a few more moments. Then, however, I felt the warm pressure of her spear pressing stormily into me. At first my pleasure gate gave way only a few millimeters, but mistress amplified the pressure. She was not inclined to compromise. With the force of desire, she broke through the resistance of my wet lips and slid deep inside me. Her rock-hard cock made its way into my pelvis and brutally pressed my womanhood apart.

 

I moaned loudly as the pressure inside me piled my ecstasy even further. Pure horniness circled in my brain and I looked at mistress. Her face cool and controlled. Apparently she had her animalistic urges under complete control, because her determining voice sounded pleasurable as she penetrated deeper and deeper into me. She came to a stop at the very back and pulled out for another thrust. Her loins tensed and she enraptured me with a violent thud.

 

Willingly I stretched my pelvis towards her to take her thick shaft inside me. I was her vessel and let the lewd game happen with a lust-distorted face. My thoughts and sensations circled only around the in and out of her hard cock in my opening, which she worked without ceasing. The muscles on her belly had tightened hard as her pole plowed countless times through the moist warm tightness of my thighs. Her powerful goddess pulsed her waves of pleasure into the wet love grotto in my pelvis, making me quiver. Each of her thrusts made my breasts bounce.

 

Mistress devoured the seductive up and down of my tits, which swayed in time with her rhythmic movements. Her pelvis arched towards me again and again, giving us both incredible delights. Sweat dripped down from her black hair onto my body and cooled my exhausted limbs for a brief moment. The ferocity of her penetration stimulated my insides endlessly. I loved being used by her. The brutal force of her urges swept me away in an ecstatic surge and ran through me with intense waves. Wave after wave of pleasure shook me as mistress gasped above me and pushed herself greedily into me.

 

"I knew you'd enjoy my hard cock!" she moaned through clenched teeth. "A little slut like you just needs a little push to let that bitch out!"

 

 

I could only give her a whimpering moan in return, as the feelings in my cleft had taken me over completely. At the same time, I could still feel the wonderful pressure of her throbbing club inside me, taking me with untamed ferocity. Each impact massaged my pearl and made it swell further. Finally, with a loud clap, her hand whizzed down on my cheek. A sweet pain seared my face.

 

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, half aroused, half astonished, as her hard thrusts were determinedly harassing me.

 

 

Once again a clap echoed the room as her slender hand chastised my face once more. Mistress made it clear to me that I was nothing more than her little fuck who had no say in the matter here. Her slaps had made my cheeks turn red. Electrifying flashes of sweet pain ran through me and made one thing very clear: her dominance was not to be shaken.

 

 

Why did this brutal intransigence excite me particularly?

 

 

My moist lips offered the twitching shaft only the most delicious of all resistances. Her artificial manhood glistened stimulatingly, because my love juices had wetted it with an unseemly film.

 

Confused why, but I was sure that even some drops of pleasure from the bulging glans were not mine in the process.

 

 

Her hands had wandered back to my breasts and grasped them. With her fingernails she penetrated my pointed nipples, which completely upset me. The rest of her hands gripped my torso with a firm grip, fixing me for the unrelenting force of her hard thrusts, which excited me endlessly. My sweat-soaked body reared up as she could not stand the simultaneous arousal of my nipples and wet cleft. The pleasure was too strong for me and I arched under mistress's hard muscles. My quivering body tried to escape her, but it was futile. Too powerful and stormy was her lovemaking for me to escape. Her strong hands pressed me roughly into the cushions of the couch.

 

 

Stunned, I could only witness how more and more of my limbs trembled and wanted to relax only by a violent climax. Mistress's thrusts finally shook the last bit of my self-control. Lust consumed me completely and I let myself fall into the soft cushions of the divan beneath me. I no longer had any control at all over my tense body. A surge of heat throbbed inside me and ignited into fireworks.

 

 

With a loud scream, I came with an intense twitch that gripped my entire being. Every muscle in me tensed. The pleasure between my thighs ran through my whole flesh, making me shiver and sweat alternately. I gasped greedily for air, but the intensity of my climax denied me my breath. I could only cry out my ecstasy fervently and hope that the hot-blooded tension in me would soon subside. Mistress' hands meanwhile rested on my soaked torso, fixing me for her hard cock. Still, she had the good grace to interrupt her penetration for the moment of climax to let me catch my breath.

 

The excitement in me ebbed very slowly after an initial storm. From the all-surpassing sea of flames became a tolerable fire that gave my exhausted limbs pleasant warmth. The desire in me was still strong, but it let me gradually catch my breath. I gasped excitedly for air before I could say my first, panting words to mistress.

 

 

"That was incredible, mistress! I have never come so intense before. The pleasure carried me away in a way I've never experienced before," I moaned to her with a mixture of gratitude and bewilderment.

 

 

"I'm glad you were able to overcome your frigid side thanks to me, Evelyn. But I'm not done with you yet! Come here!" she said eagerly and grabbed me roughly by the shoulders.

 

She pushed me to the ground so that I was kneeling in front of her throbbing cock. Her hands buried themselves in my sweaty hair and dragged me to her privates. I had no choice but to surrender to her superior strength. With pleasure she pushed the artificial glans into my mouth. I was completely taken by surprise by her urgent speed and let the thick rod without resistance. Her twitching shaft conquered my mouth in an instant and instinctively I sucked hard on the lewd lollipop. My tongue circled the thick veins of her wet club while my saliva mixed with the love juices from my cleft. A few drops of pleasure also released from the tip deep inside, sucking me in with a milky liquid.

 

 

With each sucking mistress moaned loudly and her heated lust did not leave me cold. I enjoyed massaging her jerking cock and giving pleasure to mistress. Greedily I took her rod more and more violently into my warm gullet and tried to make her pant even louder. Her fingers buried themselves even tighter in my hair and fixed my head while her pelvis thrust into my mouth with twitching movements.

 

 

"Enough, slave! It's time for you to lick me. I can't wait to see how you do."

 

With a surprising move, she removed the man-made member and pulled it out of her, smacking softly. I could only stare in admiration.

My face was certainly already covered by all kinds of body juices. But I was not deterred by anything, but stretched willingly towards the now uncovered femininity between her legs. Mistress looked so delicious. I just had to let my tongue glide over her sex.

 

 

I felt so deliciously dirty and naughty. And it felt good and right.

 

Something in me was starving for the approving moans of desire I was giving her. The lewd play with my mouth also aroused me, because I felt the juice of my cleft dripping onto the floor. The small lake of pussy juice under me was an unmistakable sign of kinky lust. With all my passion I played around her exciting pussy lips with my mouth. The tight grip of my lips made her quiver and mistress writhed with lust.

 

 

"I'm about to cum, watch out! Your greedy mouth is really too horny, I can't help but cum in it and fling my sauce full down your throat, slave!" she pressed out completely out of her mind.

 

I took her at her word and let my tongue slide faster over her hard pearl. In pumping motions Mistress pressed her delicious cleft over my face. One last time Mistress howled, then her abdominal muscles tensed and stood out more clearly on her flat stomach.

 

 

Her loins contracted violently. Hands clasped my head, leaving me no choice but to press my tongue deep into her preciousness. The strong fingers tightened and tugged my completely sweaty hair.

 

Mistress's shallow breathing announced her brilliant climax. Each of her wiry muscles tensed to then release in a tremendous orgasm. Her pelvis jerked wildly as she catapulted out her tasty load. Gush after gush shot down my throat and mixed with my saliva. I was surprised by the amount of her juice and widened my eyes. Mistress moaned triumphantly.

 

 

I tried to keep it all inside me, but there was no end to her lewd shots. Again and again a gush of her sweet love nectar pressed out of the cleft and filled my mouth. I couldn't help but break away from her and swallow the naughty mix of bodily juices to be able to breathe again. While Mistress still stood over me twitching wildly and moaning, I coughed out on all fours and struggled for breath.

 

Mistress also tried to get enough air before telling me with satisfied satisfaction in her voice:

 

"You liked that, you little slut, didn't you? I could see it in your eyes, you were pining for my taste! Then I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that this evening was not our last adventure together!"

 

 

Her hand whizzed down on my bare butt with a rich clap, eliciting a surprised yelp as fiery heat coursed through my buttocks. Before I could say anything back, I felt another sweet ache back there. Once again she gave me a rough slap on the butt and made my lewd mounds throb.

 

"You like that, of course! I can read you like a book, Evelyn. You're going to be my little bitch slave!" she indicated before grabbing me forcefully and tossing me onto the sofa.

 

 

Mistress sat down on the soft cushions of the couch and then tugged me towards her with a firm grip around my hips. She placed me over her knees so that my exposed buttocks stretched high into the air, giving her direct views of the lewd gap between my firm cheeks. I didn't know what hit me. It was all happening far too fast for me and veil of my deflated climax had not yet fully settled. I was like wax in Mistress' hands and let everything happen that the dominant woman demanded of me.

 

Even before I could grasp a clear thought, I felt again an aching heat on my buttocks. I cried out violently, but the sound from my lips sounded more like a whimpering moan. Once again her flat hand bounced on the soft cheeks of my butt. I already thought it was over, but then mistress continued with her chastisement. She gave me one rough slap after the next. I could only lie helplessly on her lap and endure her humiliations. Some mysterious force prevented me from resisting. I wasn't sure if it was exhaustion after the phenomenal climax or the control I was still under. I could only watch, moaning loudly, as she reprimanded me like a disobedient child.

 

 

 

"Such a slippery bitch as you are, you simply must be punished!", Mistress enlightened me about my offense. "I want to hear you moan, slut! Screech a little and I might consider ending my chastisement!"

 

 

Again, her flat hand whizzed on my reddened bottom, making my taut cheeks bounce. My sensual cheeks were defenseless to her brutal dominance and there was nothing I could do about it. I decided to play along with her and to follow her instructions. It was not difficult for me in my arousal, so I moaned out my pleasure, which was strangely fueled by the heat on my butt. With each hard thud of her hand, my body shook and I screamed out the tension inside me. I joined in each clap with a lustful cry and gasped in time with her lewd punishment.

 

 

 

I got further and further into this altogether strange ecstasy and caught myself not only once, how I expected her blows full of joy. The fire on my ass became an exciting throbbing, driven by the relentless blows on both my pleasure mounds. My eyes grew moist and tears of ecstasy beaded down my cheeks. Like a little girl who needed to be punished, I cowered on Mistress' knees and endured the deserved chastisement. Whimpering, I cried out the thrill of her harsh blows and surrendered completely to her rough discipline.

 

 

I was so far that in the end I believed myself to have done something wrong and to have deserved these spankings. Again and again she chastised me with a rich slap on my ass pulsating with heat and released a scream from my wet lips. One last time she struck powerfully and made me howl loudly with a rich sound. A wave of excitement ran through my limbs and brought me again to the brink of a climax. But now Mistress paused, not allowing me any further delight.

 

 

"There... Mommy has played enough now. I think you've learned your lesson," she said almost conciliatory. "You fuck mare will obey me in the future without any ado, do you understand?"

 

 

"Yes, your bitch understood, Mistress. I will do everything you ask for!", I gasped to her exhausted. The tears of lust had completely smeared my face and certainly made me look pathetic. But this submissiveness also turned me on somehow. I didn't know what happened to me, I had never been so submissive before. But at that moment I couldn't think clearly, I just waited with reddened buttocks and wet eyes for the insistent voice of my attractive mistress.

 

"Good," she said with satisfaction. "The introduction is finished, tomorrow I will come for another experiment."

 

Mistress put my collar back on.

 

"Virga, clean Evelyn and then take her back to her cell. Tomorrow she gets to prove to everyone all day how good her mouth is at service. She needs the experience."

"Watch for her to be coy. Especially her racism against demi-humans, I need to drive that out of her."

 

"Yes, mistress."

 

Sir Wyatt, my strong protector stood silently in the corner. He had witnessed it all. And judging by his cock, he had not been unimpressed by the performance.

For some inexplicable reason, I was proud. It felt good to surrender to Mistress.