Chapter 1: Creating a Submissive
Avil was sitting in office, ostensibly busy with the latest research report sought by the senior management. Haah! A bunch of oafs is what they were, making people slave over inanities when they had no meaningful work to give. Luckily the juicy female trainees made life bearable. His body would literally burn with lust each time he would see the options on display.
"PLEASE Oh Lord!" he would often beg, "Give me the power to control women's minds, I wont need anything else in the world."
Minimized and tucked away in his taskbar was always a google window with search strings on mind control spells and hypnotism. Avil should really not be thinking all these dirty thoughts as the girls were basically very sweet and were good friends with him. But the very sight of panty-covered bums straining through cream-colored pants would make him want to whip the tender ass cheeks black and blue.
Avil was surreptitiously surfing as usual when he came to a website on some Tibetan llama. A weird one line "mantra" was given there; "OM AAH CHUNG VAJRA GURU PREMA SIDDHU CHUNG OM AA DUNG" went the mantra, it promised all sorts of miracles. If one recited it millions of times, one would attain nirvana or something.
"What crap" thought Avil as he clicked off. Later at home, as he relaxed with a vodka and watched a XXX film, he began thinking out ways and means to use the mantra.
"Hey, what if I record it in a tape and keep playing it at night on playback mode? My mind will virtually be reciting the mantra". Swiftly arranging his stuff, Avil began recording. Soon the tape was ready. Fairly jumping with joy, he set up the apparatus and slowly drifted off to sleep while the hymn droned on....
The next day, Avil felt quite fresh throughout the day, generally he would be quite pooped by the time he took his late evening shag, massaging his dick with soap filled palm, but today, he felt like he could take on the whole bunch of chicks from office in one go! But hard luck! He felt no different or powerful. Still, with the dogged perseverance of the true pervert, he decided to persist with his efforts.
Two weeks had gone by, there was now a definite change coming over Avil. He was doing very well at work now, was able to coordinate multiple tasks better and could anticipate in advance just what his superiors desired. He sat at office one day and was wistfully staring away at Pam, one of the trainees. A slim girl, Pam generally dressed conservatively, but today she was clad in skintight worn jeans and tight T Shirt. Her long legs were on display, flashing like nunchaks in Bruce Lee's hands as she flitted about here and there on her errands. Her tight ass wiggled this way and that as she moved, every once in a while her nipples would harden and would push through the thin fabric.
Avil however sensed a deep sadness in her, perhaps she was having boyfriend trouble, he hazarded. He managed to wangle a seat next to her at chow time and began chatting with her, slowly spinning out a yarn about unrequited love. Pam seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in the conversation; soon they were discussing her pathetic stump of a boyfriend, who was dithering in marrying her, just because his old dragon of a mother disapproved. Avil listened and occasionally put in the right word, which was designed to soothe her.
To Pam, the whole experience was cathartic; she had not been able to discuss the issue even with her parents, and here was this relative outsider who seemed to understand it all. She suddenly felt an enormous urge to pour out all her bottled love and care for someone and looking at Avil's earnest face, she decided that he it would be. She invited him home for the night, to as she put it "have coffee and chat" But Avil's cunning mind knew exactly what he wanted, and would take from her.
They entered the snug flat, a typical single girl's pad, meticulous and feminine. Pam slowly walked upto Avil and they kissed, their tongues swirling and their teeth gently nibbling each other's lips.
She drew away and fixing a soulful look at Avil asked "Tell me what you want, whatever you seek, I shall give you tonight!" "A total and absolute submissive is what I want, who shall rush to fullfil my every demand". Pam smiled and did not answer; she merely began taking off her jeans. As the jeans peeled off, her shapely hips came into view, covered in white panties cut daringly at the sides. Avil gave a sigh of anticipation as Pam now stepped out of her jeans, her curvy hips leading to the sweep of her slim thighs, her tender calves and tiny feet with the digits clustered together like a line of rosebuds. She now pulled her T Shirt over her head, exhibiting her long and curved midriff, the navel stretched like a teardrop.
"All, take off all your clothes for your master" Avil breathed.
Pam lowered her head in acquiescence and gently freed her breasts from the thin cotton bra. Her breasts were like ripe pears, oval and sweet, capped with tender red areola and dark nipples, which gradually twitched and perked up in the air-conditioned air. Pam hooked her thumbs in her panties and drew them down, revealing the sweet curve of her mons, encrusted with shiny, curly hair. Avil sighed as his penis swelled at this lush display, leaking pre-cum into his underwear.
Pam slowly stepped forward towards him, her firm breasts swaying and her hips undulating like a snake with every step. Slim white hands reached out and nimble fingers were soon unbuttoning Avil's shirt. In a twinkling of the eye, Avil was standing stark naked, just like the love goddess in front of him. Avil reached out a bold hand and clasped the back of Pam's neck, like a master leading his goat, Avil thrust her face downwards, forcing Pam to kneel as he guided her mouth towards his cock. Pam gently kneeled down, her raven black hair playing across her milky back. With a palm supporting his turgid balls, Pam slowly opened her butter-soft mouth and took his glans into her cavity.
Avil sighed with pleasure and thrust forward, pushing his entire cock length into her mouth. Pam was now moving her head forward and backward, taking his penis to new heights of ecstasy with each stroke. Avil watched her gentle giving eyes, her pliant white ass and decided to add insult to injury. Gasping with the effort, he suddenly released a stream of urine deep into her mouth. For a moment, Pam's eyes looked up to him in mute appeal and her body tensed, then with a sagging of her shoulders, she continued her sucking motion and drank down each and every drop of his piss.
As she finished, Avil took a step backwards and his penis slipped out of her mouth with a loud plop.
"There, I have taken your very essences, your very excreta!"
"Don't get proud with me, or I shall make you eat my shit!" Avil retorted.
He casually walked over to a low-lying divan and lay down on his back, his shiny red prick standing up proudly. Pam kept standing, she had experienced great revulsion at her wanton acts, but having her belly filled with Avil's tangy piss had given her a great satisfaction. Truly she felt that she had proved once and for all the extent to which she could surrender for love.
"Well, are you going to stand there all night?" Waving towards his penis Avil said, "Who will take care of this?" Get your ass here NOW!" "Aah, Men!" she thought as she gently walked forward. Putting each leg on both sides of the narrow divan, Pam carefully flexed her legs and drew her vaginal slit down over the upright prick. Taking his spit stained cock, she slowly guided it into her opening and sat down, quivering as the cock bore deep into her. Avil kept a blank look as she unflexed her leg muscles and stood up; and again bore down.
So continued the painful routine for ten long minutes. Pam's leg muscles were now aching like fire, plus, all this slaving for a relative stranger had set her mind on fire.
"You are the mother Earth," Pam breathed to herself as she moved up and down, "Born to take the seed of the very men who then defile you".
