Mary Ellen
Chapter 3:
Taking it to the next level:
That day was the worst day of my life. Worse than the day the Delga sold my freedom for less than a decent meal. Worse than the day we spent exploring the limits of Masters sadism. That was the day that Master took apart my life.
The only clothes I had for this trip were the clothes I had worn to the magic show. Believe it or not, they were still in the car. But Master was not satisfied to let me dress so conservatively. First and most obviously, he made me abandon my underwear. He also crudely used a pair of scissors to shorten my skirt. The man had watched too much porn and knew nothing of women’s clothing, so I was left with a parody of a skirt which allowed the bottom of ass to be seen almost anytime and allowed no modesty at all if I bent even slightly. Finally, he decided that my jacket was a sufficient top, with no need for a shirt.
It was actually the first time I had seen the outside of his apartment. It had been dark on that first night and my mind was occupied by walking naked into a stranger’s home. I didn’t notice much about my surroundings. The apartment building was old and grey, the kind of grey where you can never be certain if it started out as a different color or if it was meant to look this way. The parking lot was full of pot-holes and it seemed the type of place where everyone carefully avoided noticing the goings on of their neighbors. This was to master’s benefit, as I caught many people’s eyes dressed the way I was, but I had no hope of any of these people coming to my rescue.
Fist, we drove to my apartment to gather my stuff and canceled my lease. It had been two weeks, so the kitchen was full of spoiled food and I was thankful that I didn’t have a pet. The mailbox was full, but there nothing of interest to him in there. I watched, helpless, as this man rummaged through everything I owned and sorted things into stuff he wanted and stuff he would just leave behind. All of my sentimental things were quickly discarded. My degrees and awards were useless to him, but he did take an interest in my family photos.
“Damn, too bad it wasn’t your sister at that show. Your hot as hell, but…dammmnnn.”
Is it wrong that this hurt me? Here was a man that I hated more than I ever hated anything in my life. His opinion of me shouldn’t matter in the least. But I felt the familiar stab of jealousy as he compared me to my sister. Also, it gave me another idea about making master happy. An idea that would need some serious thought and could, maybe, lead to me being freed.
In the meantime, we quickly went through and discarded nearly everything from in my kitchen, living room and home office. After all, what use was designer furniture to this man? When we moved into the bedroom, he had me put on a fashion show of my most risqué outfits. It was a surprising display, as my obsession with mind control had led me purchase several outfits which fit the theme. Harem outfits, lots of black leather and plenty of lingerie went into the pile of stuff to keep. He took the opportunity to fuck me while I was wearing my tallest heels and a negligee which was so sheer it was easy to think it wasn’t there at all.
Next, we went to my job. I quit on the spot. Even if skipping two weeks of work and then quitting without any kind of notice was acceptable, the sneers and looks from my boss and co-workers as they saw my clothes was enough that I knew I would never be able return to this place. Every eye was on me as I walked down the corridor. The men stared with lust and the women with contempt. Normally, I would not have bothered with this ritual of cleaning out my desk, but I didn’t want anyone looking for me. That would not keep master happy.
Next, we went to the bank, where I cashed out everything I owned and a car dealership that offered cash for my BMW. It would take some time for the retirement befits to arrive, but I left with a hefty sum and very pleased master. His $65 investment was paying off more than he could have imagined! When we returned to his apartment at the end of the day, he sat down and reviewed what my life was worth when torn apart in a single afternoon. As he counted up his “earnings” he ordered me to do a striptease in front of the living room window. He had noticed my embarrassment at showing so much skin in public, so decided to push that exhibitionism a bit further and keep my humiliation level high. It was getting dark out, so with the lights of the house on and blinds open, I was an easy show for anyone who happened to glance up.
About 10 minutes in, I was fully naked and just starting to feel a burn in my legs. A man on the 3rd floor across the way had grabbed his binoculars when I heard master:
“Holy shit! $415,622 dollars — and how much did you say was coming from your retirement?”
I was able to answer while still swaying to the music. “About $600,000. The penalties for withdrawing early take away a big part of it, but its enough. You’re a millionaire now.”
He quickly crossed the room, pushed me down onto the coffee table, and celebrated by taking me from behind. We never bothered to close the blinds.
True Happiness:
Oddly, it had been easy to find him. I had ed a private eye and asked him to track down Dega Ualu. He paused briefly, charged me 50 bucks for an hours work, and then read me an address out of his file. “You’re the second person to ask me about him, work is already done. Some finance guy was trying to track him down.”
If I had magic like Dega, I would live in a mansion surrounded by slaves of every kind. I would be eating the greatest luxuries and having 10 orgasms a day. But as I approached the single wide brown trailer, I was certain I had to be lost. It was small, dirty and very old. Surely, this couldn’t be where someone so powerful chose to live? But, when I knocked on the door it was answered by the blonde bombshell that was dancing on the day I was sold.
“Hello, I am here to see Dega Ualu”
The woman stared at me and didn’t say a word. She had a look as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t. She shook her head so slightly that I almost didn’t notice it.
“My name is Mary Ellen, I..” “I know who you are. Dega Ualu is expecting you. I…. I think there is something you should know. Few women that meet with the witchdoctor leave this place satisfied. Think hard about whether you want to do this.”
The lump in my throat swelled a little.
“I don’t have a choice; I have to see him”
It was true. I believed her. I had come here thinking that I could trade out my sister for my own freedom. I thought that would make my master happier and I could use that as a loophole to escape. But now, seeing the look on this woman’s face, I knew my fate. I believed that I was going to walk out of this meeting with life being even worse than it had been over the last few weeks; but I had no choice. I was commanded to make Master happy, and this was how I could make him happy.
“He is not going to give your freedom back” I thought, one more time, of trying to run away. Maybe there was some other way out? But, again, my legs simply wouldn’t obey. “I know, that’s not why I am here.” “Okay, come on in.” She sighed in a resigned way, and, to my surprise, began to strip off her shirt as soon as she closed the door behind me.
The combination of absurd things happening around me was disorienting. I don’t know what I expected, but this was not it. Dega Ualu was sitting at a small dirty table inside the trailer and seemed to be doing something on his phone. If I had to guess, he was playing a game. He could have been any ordinary, down on his luck, man living in a trailer. Here, this man had a power I had dreamed of my entire life, and instead of lazing in luxury, he was whiling away his time like an ordinary man. Certainly a puzzle worth solving, but my attention kept being pulled away. The blonde, who competes with my sister for the the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, was now topless and was working on taking down her jean shorts.
I looked at the woman and said
“What are you doing?!”
Before she could answer, Dega Ualu spoke to me.
“Girl, you should not have come here. I cannot give you back your freedom. It has been sold and no longer belongs to either you or to me.” “I know, that is not why I am here. I am here for someone else. I.. I’m sorry. Why is she naked” “Because she knows what is going to be expected of her, even if you do not. Now tell me, why have you come?”
I hesitated. Even knowing how this would end, I was searching for a way out. But, the words came out of me without any thought behind them. “He needs a another slave. Look, I have been ordered to do whatever I can to make my master happy, but it is too much. I please him as much as I can and I think I am making him happy, but I am not the prettiest and he would be happier with someone else. I can’t dance for him while dinner is being cooked. I can’t fuck him while I am cleaning and...”
I paused for a breath and to still my nerves
“Also, he saw a picture of my sister. Everyone who ever sees my sister thinks she is better than me. I think she might make a better slave. I think… I think she will make him happier than me.”
I paused and sighed. The expression on Dega’s face was unreadable, so I continued.
“Look, I hate him. I can’t even tell you how much I hate him. But, I also need to make sure he is happy or it might kill me and this is the only way I know to make sure he is happy”
Finally, he spoke.
“What you ask is impossible. The magic cannot be used for the same person twice. I will not do it.”
Relief flooded me. I had done my duty. I had tried to do it for him, but it wasn’t going to happen.
“I understand. It was worth a try. I will go now”
“No, woman. There is a price for coming here.”
He took me by the hand and walked me toward the bed where the blonde was now covering herself in some kind of oil.
An hour later, I was getting dressed and trying to get out of there quickly. Master would be waiting for me and I didn’t want to have to explain where I had been. My thoughts drifted, once again, to how differently I would live if I had this power, and how differently I would live if I had a slave instead of becoming one. Then, my own deceitful brain came up with a plan that flooded me simultaneously with excitment and dread. What if I could still be a master?
“You can’t do it for him, but can you do it for me? Can you give me a slave?”
The First Twin:
When master returned from the pub the next night, I greeted him at the door. I was holding a cold beer for him and wearing nothing but my heels.
“Good evening, Mary. Looking well tonight.”
He smiled in a way that only someone will all the power can smile. I hate being called Mary. I have always hated it, and, as soon as master learned how much I hate it, it became my name.
“Sir, I need to submit myself for punishment. I have hidden some things from you, and used some of your money without permission.”
Master simply raised an eyebrow and said
“Go on..” “I took $10,000 dollars and…” “You what! 10 grand. You little bitch”
He walked menacingly toward me and I knew I had to act fast.
“Sir! Wait! I have the money here! I didn’t spend it. I thought I would need it to get you a gift, but I didn’t need it.” “What… what did you get me? What’s going on here?” “I got you..”
and I paused for dramatic effect,
“my sister.”
At that moment, as I had commanded her to do, my sister walked out of the bedroom and I knew I had done the right thing to make him happy.
There are a lot of types of women in the world. Each woman has her own kind of beauty. Some women are the sexy nerdy type that you can imagine as a librarian. Some women need to act slutty to appear beautiful. Some women are blessed with a type of beauty to lights up a room and it doesn’t matter what they are wearing or what they are doing. They are gorgeous. My sister was that type of beauty. When a beauty like that puts real effort into their looks, it can be devastating. On this day, my sister and I had worked together to make sure she was perfect in every way.
We had put her into an evening gown which may have felt out of place in the dingy apartment, but the woman wearing it was so magnetic that all such thoughts disappeared. She had long, straight red hair which ended about halfway down her back and a body that would tempt a blind man. As she walked down the short hallway, her hips were swaying in such a seductive way, even I felt the impact. Master tried to ask questions, but the words failed in this mouth.
“what? How? I…”
I reached up, gently put my finger against his lip.
“ssshh. Just sit, relax and enjoy.”
My sister took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. I laid a blanket over the coffee table, making a stage/bed directly in front of him and then my sister and I climbed up onto it.
“stop. Don’t move”
We froze like statues. I had one foot in the air and one knee on the coffee table. My sister was on all fours on the coffee table, which was giving master and I an amazing view of her cleavage. Those things really were a miracle of nature.
“Mary, What the hell is going on?”
I spoke without moving any other muscle.
“Sir, I went to speak to the witch doctor. I knew that you found my sister more beautiful than me because of what you said when you saw her picture and because, well, everyone finds her more beautiful than me. Then, You told me to do whatever I can to make you happy, and I thought that she would make you happier than I can.”
I swallowed hard before saying the next part.
“I was hoping he would replace me with her and I could get away from you.”
The look he gave me let me know that, once he got around to it, I would be paying dearly for that attempt to get away.
I continued,
“Well, he couldn’t make her your slave. He said the magic can’t work for the same person twice. He made me sleep with him and a woman that lives there, the woman that was dancing at the show. During that threesome, he made me obey her so that he could just sit back and enjoy. It gave me this idea. He can’t make her into your slave, but she could be my slave. And since I am your slave, she is basically yours too. I have commanded her to obey you at all times and to do whatever she can to make you as happy as possible.”
I paused and waited to get his reaction. My sister was still fully frozen and I was afraid that I would soon lose my balance.
God, I can’t even tell you how much I hate his self-satisfied, shit-eating, smug, little grin.
On the first night that I was a slave, I was disappointed in how quickly my master did everything. He rushed into our first time having sex. He fucked my ass with no preamble and no build up. I knew that, were I in his place, I could have done things much better, slower, more finesse.
This time, he took things at a much slower pace. I had been prepared to take charge. I was going to put my own finesse on the evening and assert myself as overseeing my sister. Master was, I suppose from a couple weeks of unlimited sex, in less of a hurry. But he had no patience for my taking charge. When I attempted to speak, he ordered me to go stand, looking out the window and remain silent. I was forced to listen, seeing only a very blurred version of events in the glass reflection as he turned his attention to my sister.
“What is your name?” She spoke for the first time since he walked in the door, and managed only to get out two words
“I am ..”
“Wait! Don’t tell me! I have an idea.”
He cut her off and I could tell he was holding in a laugh.
“From now on, your name is Jessica. You look so much like Jessica Rabbit, that is who you will be. I don’t even care what your name was before.”
Then he spoke to me.
“Mary Ellen, before you sleep tonight I want you to order a Jessica Rabbit outfit for my new Jessica here.”
“Stand Up” “Hoooly Shit, are you serious right now. Those tits are insane.” “Now, lower your dress. I want to see them”
It was about this time that the man on the 3rd floor across the way glanced out his window and saw me standing there. I could see the blurry version of my sister pulling down her gown and master standing to grab a handful of her tits. I could also see the man across the way pull out his dick and begin to stroke it as he stared at my naked body.
“Now, turn around and take the rest of that dress off.” “Yes sir” “Freeze”
I could see in the reflection that my sister was bent fully over, pulling the dress off her ankles, but I couldn’t make out what master was doing until...
Smack!
Smack!
I could tell from the difference in the sounds that the first smack had been on her ass and the second on her tits that were hanging down.
“I like the way they bounce around when I smack them, but I can’t get a good view from here. Mary, come over here and start smacking Jessicas tits. Make them bounce around for me.”
I scoffed a little as I saw that the man across the way had already finished and I turned to the scene playing out behind me. If only master finished so quickly, this nightmare might not have been quite so bad.
My sister, now named Jessica, was still bending over with her hands on the dress around her ankles. I could see that she was barely holding back tears. I had no idea if it was from pain or from humiliation, but it didn’t matter. I had no more choice in what was about to happen than she did.
I stood her up and then, first from one side and then the other, began to slap her breast. I left enough time between each hit for the natural bouncing to slow to nearly a stop, and then started it again. Master watched for a while, then walked into the kitchen and poured himself a whiskey. He downed it in 3 or 4 slow sips as I continued to torture my sister before he sat back down and picked up his phone.
I speak from experience when I say that I know the pain Jessica felt this point was nearly unbearable. So, she breathed a sign of relief when, instead of leaving me to continue slapping her, he said:
“That’s enough… Now, girls. Put on a show.”
The Show I don’t know who long it went on. He sat and watched for a good while. I will never understand how he had the restraint to let it go on so long, but he did. He eventually got up and walked around, looking from different angles. He even left the room a few times, wandering in and out of our show. The whole while, my sister and I found newer and more depraved ways of fucking each other.
It started with kissing. We didn’t bother with a gradual buildup. I had my tongue down her throat within a few seconds of getting on the table. The plan was not really to fuck her. Our pleasure had nothing to do with it. We were putting on a show. So, I didn’t embrace her and I was always careful to not block the view. I got behind her and she turned her head toward my face so that we could make out while he could still see her whole body. We both dropped to our knees and I could use one hand to cup her breast and the other to rub her clit. After a while, I don’t know how long, she turned, laid me down, got on top of me and put a nipple in my mouth.
This led to second phase of the show. We kissed and licked each other on every part of our bodies. I promise, we didn’t miss an inch. Obviously, there was more focus in some places, but I licked the soles of her feet, between her toes, and behind her ears. It culminated in the inevitable: at least half an hour where she sat on my face and I alternated between her asshole and her pussy.
When master walked into the room with a whiskey and a camera, we moved into a 69. While in the 69 was the first time master touched either one of us. He walked around us, squeezing, poking and, rubbing our bodies as we licked each other. I could tell by the way she tensed up that at one point he stuck a finger into Jessica’s ass.
When he walked away again, we moved into scissoring each other and the show went on. When it was done, I was exhausted. I had cummed more in the last few hours than in the whole two weeks before. My muscles were sore, my jaw was aching and my ass and tits hurt from where she had been spanking me; but the night was far from over.
With a gesture from my master, we walked in the bedroom and gave him the greatest night of his life.
Later that night, when Master had finally fallen asleep, I ordered Jessica out of the bed and back into the living room. We cleaned up, put everything back in order and made plans for the next day. It was going to be hard to top this night, but we had to make sure master was happy.