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Memorex75
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Re: New Story: The Residue of Love ch.6

The Residue of Love
pt.6
A Slow Decent Into Madness

~Elizabeth~

Elizabeth’s bucket shifted. How many days had it been? Elizabeth had stopped keeping track after the second night she’d risen out of her bucket to a sound rape, only to melt back into it when The Master was finished with her. The bucket was lifted and Elizabeth mentally steeled herself for what was to come. She was flung out onto the floor in her still liquid state and she felt not only the impact of the floor but the sliding across it in a sudden rush of sensation where there had been none for days. Elizabeth couldn’t even think straight as her body slowly reformed. So much feeling, so much. As her arms formed it took an iron will not to fondle herself. Elizabeth took the shock, she would take any sensation right now. Elizabeth knew that if she had spent many more days in that bucket, unable to move, speak, or even sleep, she would have literally gone mad very soon.

Elizabeth formed laying face up on her back and as soon as she was able she got to her knees. The Master stood in the corner next to the empty bucket. Elizabeth swallowed her pride and stayed on her knees, she couldn’t escape if she lost her mind in that damn bucket. “So have you learned your lesson? Still want to escape?” The Master asked parting his robe to expose his massive erection. I, Must, Escape. Hammered through her mind, it had been the only thing keeping her sane in the bucket. The Master had not taken control of her body and Elizabeth knew what was expected of her. Eyes down she crawled on the hands and knees over to him and only a little hesitantly grasped his huge dick in her hand. I, Must, Escape. By any means necessary. Elizabeth took him in her mouth and began sucking.

When she had been forced to do this it had always been disgusting. Her mouth had moved with such skill even she felt pleasure from the act. This however seemed like a defeat, like she was one step closer to being a mindless slave like Nicole. Elizabeth now knew how to manipulate her mouth to do all the amazing things her body could do but she would only sink so low. She would humble herself but she would not actually try to please this bastard. She twisted her tongue around The Masters head and as it throbbed, she couldn’t stop herself from gagging. The Master grabbed her by the back of the head and jammed his throbbing cock down her troat. Drawing back slowly he filled her with cum to the point her cheeks bulged and it slowly leaked out the corners of her mouth. “Swallow or it’s back to the bucket.” He said flatly. Elizabeth had no choice but to swallow the tremendous load of her own free will in three deep slurps. The Master released her head and she fell back gasping for air. “You’ll need to work on that blow job dear, I shouldn’t have to lift a finger.” He said. “You’ll get another chance to do your job and to clean the house now though. Do as Nicole says or you’ll spend the rest of your eternal life in that bucket.” He walked from the room and all Elizabeth could do was sit there on her knees and clutch her stomach. She wanted to throw up, to rid herself of any trace of what just happened but she seemed physical unable and could only sit quietly as cum dripped from her gapping mouth.

~Nicole~

Nicole came around the door a while after The Master finished his lesion with Elizabeth. The girl looked like she’d enjoyed herself. Elizabeth’s face was spattered with The Master’s cum and she just sat there, mouth gapping and just feeling herself. Nicole desperately wanted to go over there and lick Elizabeth’s cheek, to stick her tongue in her mouth and her fingers in her crotch. You will teach her to clean the house today or you’ll spend the night together in that bucket. The Master’s voice rung in her ears. Nicole never wanted to go back in that bucket. She could vaguely remember trying something very similar to what Elizabeth had done. Her day’s in the bucket had been one of the things that taught her she had a new life now. “Elizabeth?” She asked. “I’m going to start dusting the living room, you want to come and see how?” Elizabeth looked up blankly but then shot to her feet. “I’ll go.” She said only a little timidly and Nicole lead the way.

For the next few days Elizabeth seemed to be trying to learn to be the perfect servant. She certainly had become more friendly with Nicole, always asking questions and opinions. Nicole had found herself remembering a long time back to before The Master, back to when she had been nothing but a human, a stupid whore. She had spent hours while dusting or cleaning talking about her life and Elizabeth had talked about hers as well. Elizabeth’s stories about using magic were so fascinating but she asked so many strange questions during them. “Don’t you miss being free? Don’t you miss the sun on your skin or the breeze in your hair? Don’t you miss having other men besides The Master?” Nicole had never questioned these things before. What was her life without The Master? She had asked that once thinking it was a cleaver reply. “It’s yours.” Elizabeth said softly. Nicole didn’t know how to respond. Did she want to make choices like that anymore? Her life was so easy now.

The one problem with Elizabeth however was she still need to be forced and controlled by The Master in order for her to preform her nightly duties. Rather than anger the master it seemed to please him that she was still willfully defiant. It was not for her to understand. Nicole decided, and wondered if she was supposed to decide something like that. The Master used his servants the way he liked and she would just have to try even harder to please him. Nicole finally concluded. She’d have to try just as hard as Elizabeth tried to defy The Master.

~Elizabeth~

To Elizabeth’s disbelief her day’s had taken on a rather mundane rhythm. Wake up, serve The Master breakfast and occasionally serve herself to him if the mood struck. Then it was a different cleaning job every day, fallowed by lengthy sex sessions in the evening that were anything but optional. Despite it’s humble appearance from outside Elizabeth suspected The Master’s house was enchanted to contain much more space inside than the area it took up outside. True she had only seen the outside a moment when she’d been dragged here but the mansion was absolutely sprawling. Past the small, modest living room was a hall way that lead to many other rooms and halls. There was a large study full of books she recognized as being band by the magic school. A huge kitchen connected by another long hall to the dinning room, half a dozen bedrooms, parlors and several storage closets all dedicated to housing the treasure trove this old bastard hoarded. Elizabeth spent these days playing the model slave everywhere but the bedroom while planing and hoping for the opportunity to escape. She still detested her daily rapes, no matter how good it felt. She still hated having to walk around the mansion stark naked. And most of all she despised this caricature of a whore’s body she was stuck in. The only difference was now she dealt with it and plotted.

Today’s job was to polish the silverware. Both mundane and a rather small task considering they had had to dust every room or wash all the rugs in one afternoon other days. All the polishing cloths and cleaners were in the kitchen and it was necessary to take all the silverware from one of the storage closets down the servants hall through the study and to the kitchen then going back again when they were finished. Nicole lead the way to the store room. This will be perfect. Elizabeth thought. We finish this job quick and I can spend the rest of the morning going over those books in the study to try and find a way to break this spell. They reached the store room and Nicole opened the door. Besides. Elizabeth thought how much silverware could one man living alone ha...... the lamp Nicole had brought with them lit a room twice as high as Elizabeth was tall with a long wall of shelves full of ornate boxes of tarnished silver flatware. “Fuck.” Escaped Elizabeth’s mouth and she mentally chastised herself for once again using language that was beneath her. “Yeah. Nicole said. It sounds like an easy job but The Master has quiet a collection.”

Nicole and Elizabeth each took an arm full of the heavy boxes, there super human strength allowing each of them to easily carry the load a very strong man could. As they made there way through the study The Master was still bent over his desk scribbling. What is he still doing here? Elizabeth screamed in her mind as she walked by acting oblivious. If he doesn’t go out today there’s no chance I’ll get to look at his books today unless he happens to bend me over a pile of them. She made her way into the kitchen after Nicole. “Now I’ll start polishing and you go get more boxes.” She said. “We can switch when we need to get the next load.” Elizabeth never argued with Nicole. Though Nicole never threatened, one word from this creature and Elizabeth would be living out of a bucket forever with no hope of escape.

Elizabeth walked past The Master again as she made her way back to the store room. He never looked up or made any sign he even noticed her. I, Must, Escape. Her new mantra running through her head. Elizabeth took down another set of boxes from the shelves and made her way back. From the hall she could see The Master’s back leaned over the desk. From the looks of it The Master was going no where today and could not give a shit if she stabbed him in the back as she walked by. Elizabeth froze in the hall. Stab him in the back? She thought and looked down at the top most box. The box was full of silver knives and forks, very fine dinner knives. As quiet as was inhumanly possible Elizabeth set down her load in the hall. He never even looks up, if I kill him now the spell could vary well be undone right there or at least I’d have all the time I needed to learn how to change back.

Taking a knife from the box she crept down the hall. Elizabeth was sure The Master would hear the pounding of her heart all the way from the doorway and this would end as another disaster. However at the entrance to the study The Master still made no sign he knew she was there, he just continued to scratch away at his notes. Elizabeth inched forward getting closer and closer to striking distance. She had stopped breathing all together, she had no physical need to anyway. Elizabeth raised the knife, her body still her own. This has to work she prayed and stabbed downward.

The knife stopped dead inches from the master back, it would have been a perfect stab to the heart. “You really don’t learn fast hun?” The Master said never looking up from his work. “Why don’t you put that where it belongs and get back to work.” Her body no long her own Elizabeth leaned down and in one smooth motion slipped the blade of the knife all the way up her pussy. Oh Gods I’ve Been Stabbed! Ran through her head. I don’t want to die. Oh Gods I’ve.... Been stabbed..... Oh Godsssss. The thought broke down as the pain she expected to feel from bleeding out was only an intense euphoria. Oh gods I’ve been stabbed, and it feels so good. She thought. “That will be the last piece you clean and put back. Understood?” The Master said never looking up. “Now get back to work.”

Though not forced Elizabeth felt the impulse to obey and made to turn. The knife twisted within her and slime started to dribble down her legs. Oh gods it feels so good I have to take it out. Elizabeth tried to reach down and remove the knife but her arm froze. “I said that was the last piece, now get moving.” The Master said. Elizabeth took a step forward and her thigh brushed the hilt of the knife still protruding from her. She moaned softly as she climaxed. Knife or dick, it made no difference to a slime girl. The march back down the hall to retrieve her boxes was torturous bliss. Every step nudged the knife hilt and sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through her body. Elizabeth tried to widen her stance around the knife and her leg bowed inward against her will, jabbing it all the more. “Oh Fuck.” She moaned and continued to stager down the hall as normally as possible. By the time she got there and back The Master was no longer at his desk.

When Elizabeth reached the kitchen she set down her boxes quivering with sensation. Nicole looked up and said. “The Master said on his way out I was to polish and you were to fetch and carry all day.” She leaned around the pile of boxes and her eyes instantly went to the knife. “Ou.” She said. “Those boxes are done, you can take them back.” She gestured to the cleaned boxes like having a knife in your snatch was an every day occurrence. Elizabeth went to lift the pile of boxes and staggered, twisting the knife even more. She couldn’t lift them, the boxes were too heavy. She tried lifting just two, an amount she could have lifted even when she was human and still it was like they weighed one thousand pounds. She groaned and lifted the first box, light as a feather. “Looks like you’ll have to move fast to keep up.” Nicole said as she busily polished a spoon.

~Nicole~

For the rest of the day Nicole sat there polishing silverware. She moved no faster or slower than needed but she could tell the pace was driving Elizabeth crazy. Despite the fact Elizabeth never let what had to be an orgasm per step touch her face Nicole knew she was furious. Elizabeth was for all purposes a prude and being forced to be aroused like that all day must have been torture. A thin trail of red slime had begun to form on the ground as it dripped from Elizabeth’s crotch as she transported one box at a time back and forth. Nicole could tell she had tried several times to pull the knife out to no avail, it was all The Master’s doing.

Elizabeth stood before her as Nicole polished the last knife in the box they had set aside that had contained Elizabeth’s knife. Upon placing the last clean knife in the box Elizabeth sighed. She reached down and pulled the knife from herself to one last gush of slimy red, Elizabeth was silent. She leaned forward and grabbed a cloth to begin wiping the coating of red ooze off the knife. Cleaned and polished Elizabeth placed the knife in the box and straightened. “We have to get out of here.” She said outright. “He will never stop this and you know it. He gets just as much pleasure from raping and torturing me in front of you as he does from the despair you feel when watching it. He loves how much I hate being forced to do the twisted things he makes me do under his power and he love to watch you squirm as you don’t get to do them too.” She picked up the box and calmly began caring it back to the closet. Nicole sat there stunned. Was that true? No, impossible. The Master loved the things Nicole could do, he just liked Elizabeth more right now because she was different. She sat there quiet for a long time after that.

When The Master returned home later that day. Both girls had been sitting in their room in total silence. As he stepped into the door they both stood. “Well, get all your work done today ladies?” “Yes Master, all done.” Nicole said cheerily Elizabeth remained silent. “Well then you should be rewarded.” He said brightly. “Let’s have a game.” Nicole couldn’t help but coo with delight and bounce in place. “Ou lets play Anchored Master.” She blurted. “A fine idea Nicole.” He replied. “And since Elizabeth is new she gets to go first.” The smile melted from Nicole’s face.

Elizabeth went stiff as The Master took control of her. She stood in the middle of the room but she turned to face away from him toward Nicole. Why would he have Elizabeth face her. Nicole wondered. The Master came up behind Elizabeth and began fondling her from behind. Elizabeth’s face was still her own and hatred was spread across it. The Master began caressing Elizabeth’s tits with both his hands. Elizabeth gasped as The Master’s hands began to be pushed away even farther from her chest. “No, no not that. Elizabeth protested. No more, please.” She begged unable to move from her spot but otherwise free. Elizabeth’s tits were undeniably getting bigger, over flowing The Master’s hands. Nicole could see a small hallow place starting to form in Elizabeth’s middle where all the extra material was coming from to swell her breasts. “Nnnnoooooo.” Elizabeth moaned as The Master dropped her now gigantic tits. Nicole’s mouth almost watered at memories of what it was like to feel a rack that big jiggle to a stop. The Master took Elizabeth’s arms in his hands and began fucking her.

Nicole finally saw it. The Master occasionally looked to her as he fucked Elizabeth and seemed pleased by the distress he found. Elizabeth continued to swell, the void in her middle growing larger. It didn’t matter if they were completely hallowed out a slime girls surface would be just a strong as when solid even if it was paper thin. Elizabeth tried to struggle. The Master leaned her over and her tits bounced and flailed as he fucked her. The Master leaned her forward even more as her tits grew and they began to touch the floor as she was fully bent down. The Master had released her hands and Elizabeth desperately hugged her chest as he continued to thrust, her arms barely made it half way around her bust line.

Nicole could take it no longer. She desperately wanted to have that and it seemed The Master enjoyed not giving it to her. Against all good sense she ran over. “Please Master, please take me too.” She begged. The look on The Master’s face was pure outrage, she should not have over stepped herself. Nicole froze under The Master’s control. She turned and The Master reached back and gave her a full arm slap on the ass that made her stagger forward. Nicole continued to slowly walk toward the corner and she knew before she felt it what was happening to her. Blue tears began to trickle down her cheek. Nicole began to feel a slight shockwave run through her backside as she stepped toward the corner. It was not the pain of the slap but something else. Nicole was unable to look down but she knew her ass was swelling up just as Elizabeth’s tits had. This was her least favorite way to play the game. Nicole hated her ass. Even in The Master’s ideal view of it. She’d like her tight butt back when she was human. Nicole felt the sides of her hips begin to touch her hands which hung limp at her side. Nicole reached the corner and cringed as she turned. Her ass cheeks rubbed the wall, it must be enormous. She sat down and felt both side of her ass settle against the corner.

The Master’s power left her and she was able to twist around and inspect herself. Nicole’s ass towered over her in this sitting position. Each cheek so big and round she couldn’t reach the top of it. Her hips had also ballooned up giving her a perfect pear shaped figure to off set the enormous ass sticking out behind. Looking down she was almost fully hallow, The Master made sure her punishment was bad. Without The Master’s magical influence the weight of Nicole’s ass right now was so much that despite her strength she simply would not have the counter weight to move the massive thing. Ninety percent of her body weight was now her ass. The name of the game after all was Anchored.

A scream from Elizabeth drew her attention back. Elizabeth now stood upright, pressed against the side of a rack as big as she was tall and twice as wide. The Master had fully released Elizabeth and she desperately thrashed as The Master continued to have his way with her. Elizabeth’s chest weighed just as much as Nicole’s ass. Try as she might Elizabeth could no longer move from her position and her tits jiggled gently against her struggles behind them. The Master stopped and Elizabeth still frantically tried to get away from him. First she tried climbing over herself only to sink into her own cannon like cleavage. She tried desperately to pull and then to push her breasts even an inch. Nicole leaned back into her ass crack and watched what she had to admit was an amusing show.

The Master turned his attention back to Nicole. His dick was still hard and twitching and Nicole abandoned dignity to struggled against her own immovable weight to get to him. Gods the feeling of trying to pull against all that weight, to slip and have your foot smack into it, to feel the slight jiggles when you managed to shift it. It was all a mind boggling high. The Master got closer and Nicole could feel herself twitching with anticipation down bellow. Almost there she strained, finger tips brushing it’s tip. The Master stepped forward and Nicole latched on to his cock with her mouth like her life depended on it. In the middle of her blow job Elizabeth’s screams and struggles formed into words. “He does all this to you and you still desperately want to blow him? Your hopeless.” Nicole hesitated and The Master looked down in shock once again. His dick grew so fast Nicole gaged as it forced it’s way down her throat and blasted cum into her. Gasping as he pulled out Nicole leaned back satisfied.

The Master stared at her very strange and then began to walk from the room. “WAIT!” Elizabeth screamed. “You can’t just leave us like this.” “Oh can’t I?” The door slammed and Elizabeth began screeching and thrashing all the harder. Nicole didn’t feel like telling her this was also part of the game. That their bodies would slowly change back over night. Nicole didn’t like the fact that the effect lasted into the next day though. Cleaning tomorrow with a double wide ass was going to suck. Nicole leaned back again into her ass crack and waited. She would not get to sleep until Elizabeth exhausted herself and passed out. So Nicole had time to think of what Elizabeth had said. If The Master would continue doing things like this forever Nicole really didn’t want to be part of it. So what was she to do?
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