Mail Order Fodder

Allan Moss was a man of integrity, but sometimes he had to get his hands a little dirty for the sake of his experiments. He had been working on a series of chemicals that worked in coercion with the systems of the brained that governed "Alpha" group psychology, both in male and female specimens. However, this time around he needed a human test subject. The chemical, after all, wasn't exactly legal, but nor was it permanent. As far as he knew, one dose of the chemical would temporarily debilitate a creature's ability to discern an Alpha Male or Female from any others, and force them to temporarily re-examine the definitions of Alpha characteristics. But he needed to know whether this product would work on humans. He had looked into catalogs of nefarious intents and had found one that would provide human beings that had had little social interaction. Perfect for his intents, he had ordered straight away, and had now only to wait for its arrival.

She never had a name, or understand that she needed one. All she knew was that she existed in a white room where food came out of a whole in the door. Every so often she would find large chunks of time gone. Sleep was something she never even realized existed. Her solitary life was a product of a company needed her to be pure for there buyers. Though she didn’t know this ether. So when the men came to her world her room and took her way she was terrified. They locked her in a cage and shipped her off.

There was a loud knock at Allen’s door late one sunny day, one of the men had brought her to him. He would find a terrified, woman sitting nude in the crate. Her hair skin and lips all dry from her travels. She huddled to the floor, crying softly. Eyes darting around, she had never seen darkness before and it scared her. The movement of the car scared her, everything that had happened since she left the white room scared her.

Allan opened the crate to find a teary-eyed girl, nude, frightened and curled up at the bottom of her crate. He hastily injected her with a sedative and carried her down stairs. His basement had been outfitted into a small laboratory, with a cage on the end large enough for a human being to stand upright. It was heated, of course. Allan set the girl down inside the crate. The sedative was a fast-acting one, intended to put a subject to sleep and have them fully awake twenty minutes later. He was wrought with anticipation. He wanted to play with his new subject!

He sat at the lab bench and prepared a sample. He put an eyedropper into the vial of chemicals and extracted a small amount. He walked over to the cage, and sighed. He needed to do three separate experiments with her, two hours in between each. For the first, in anticipation of her waking, he had installed a full-length mirror to the inside of the cage, beside it a bowl of water for her to drink. She was pure right now, unaltered by social conditioning. He would see how she reacted to the mirror, add a few drops of the serum to her water, and see if anything changed in her behavior towards the mirror. He had already determined that the effects of the serum were temporary, but he had no idea yet as to how it might affect a self-aware human being.

She looks up as light fills her crate, slowly squinting at the sudden brightness. She only sees his outline but she attempts to move away from him none the less. Her back hit’s the wall of the small box soon and she fearfully looks down crying again. Though no tears come out, the various wet spots in the crate were not urine but tears. She didn’t even see the needle come down at her, blackness taking over after the short prick. He found that she was light, not moving around much led to them not needing to feed her much.

Later when she awoke, the girl slowly blinked. Her new environment was worse then the last. Bars of some sort caged her in, and there was this shiny thing in front of her. She moved around slowly, her eyes though darting around the room. Though they kept landing on the thing. Slowly she moved towards it, that’s when she saw a pale, thing in front of her . Scared by it she sits only to find it sat as well. She attempted to cry again, though it was more like silent gasps for air. This thing in front of her, why did it do the things she did. Ever so slowly she reached her hand out to touch it, her hand brushed the cold glass. Causing more sobs to come from her.

Her sobs slowed when she saw the bowl of water, she had never seen clear stuff in a bowl and crawls to it. Her tongue comes out to lap it, it tasted okay. Like the clear stuff back at the white room. Slowly she picked the bowl up and sipped from it dribbles going down her chin and chest. She didn’t know what was in it though.

Allan cursed under his breath. He could see her from a camera that was installed in the cage. After all, he needed to be an observer outside of the system, so as not to risk changing its parameters. But from what he knew, so long as she was frightened and unhappy, he wouldn't be able to achieve adequate results. Allan put his forehead down on his desk and let out a dejected sigh. He would have to scrap this test in light of this. He stood, and ventured cautiously around the corner to where the cage sat. He approached slowly but with determination. First impressions were difficult to undo, so he would have to be tactful.

He walked right up to the cage, and peered in on his subject. Maybe she had been exposed to too little rather than too much. It was possible that this could have affected the subject in a negative manner. Humans were social creatures, after all. He would have to rehabilitate her before subjecting her to any tests, although it might then be possible to redo this test at a later date, but it was the next two tests that were important. Allan knew it had to be done, but the next tests seemed regrettably manipulative. He felt foul, knowing that this was an experiment of his own creation, and that it was probably the only way to test his second hypothesis.

He knelt, and opened the cage door. He put out a hand and offered her a smile. He made a 'come here' motion with his hand, and ducked into the cage. He moved toward her slowly, carefully. He had to be firm with her. Both of his hands remained visible, so as not to frighten her any further.

She blinked after drinking the clear stuff, feeling less dry. Though the water had a funny after taste, something it had never had before. This didn’t bother her for long as she slowly looked back at the mirror. Slowly she crawled over to it, and reached out to touch it again. The thing in the mirror reached out at her causing her to jump back to the other side of the cage. Her body shaking from fear, she wanted the soft white room back with the soft light and soft foods. This was scary, new. She didn’t like new.

His footsteps were much louder to her sensitive ears, and she looked over at him. She moved to the farthest corner, shaking like a leaf in the wind. So far things had been bad, any thing that had come near her had done something horrible to her life. The first two had put her in the dark room, then that man stuck her with the needle. What horrible things would he do to her. She slowly copied his come here motion, watching her hand as it moved. This interested her, as she kept doing it over and over. When he entered the cage she tried to move back, though she couldn’t move any further back. Trapped she stared at him, watching his every movement. He seemed like he wasn’t like the others though he looked a lot like them.

Allan reached out and grabbed one of her wrists. He then pulled her towards him and pushed her firmly down. Quickly, he pulled a locking collar from his back pocket, and connected the ends from around her neck. The lock clicked in place, and he eased off. It had to be done. He held on to her wrists, holding them firmly, and crouched in front of her and let go. He looked into her eyes for a moment and smiled a bit. She was really very cute. Her eyes were scared and confused, but seemed remarkably deep and intelligent. He smiled, reached out his hand. He wanted her to feel comfortable in his presence and comfortable in the laboratory, but he also needed something with which he could lead her. He put a hand on her face. She had no name as far as he knew, but one name came quickly to mind. "We'll call you… Lira."

She started to sob again slowly as he grabbed her wrist, he was like the others. Mean, angry, wanting to hurt her for some reason. Her body shook all over as he held her down, though she didn’t fight back. She just lay there letting him put this thing on him. It was cool on her skin, though was odd feeling. She had never had worn clothing before so the collar felt as though it was choking her. Almost immediately after he was off her she started to pull on it. Trying to get this thing off herself. His hand on her face calmed her for a moment, she looked deep into his eyes. She blinked her large deep green eyes slowly, Lira? Her whole body stopped as she stared at him. Slowly she placed her hand on his, he was warm and it was rather nice feeling to have his hand on her.

Allan stood slowly, and put her hand on her head. He ruffled her hair gently, and slowly backed out of the cage, pulling her closer to the door. He closed the cage and reached in, touching her shoulder. He winked at her, and put his finger to his lips in a "shh" sign, and pulled a dark brown blanked down over the cage. The blanked let in just enough light to keep everything within the cage visible but dimly lit. Allan sighed. By now, the chems had worn off. He grabbed a folder from the table and opened it, retrieving the photograph from inside. It was a picture of a man's abdomen and thighs, with a hand covering the genitalia. He flicked the switch and the camera within the cage began recording. The first step was to see how she reacted within 30 seconds of seeing the picture. It would be removed, an hour would pass and she would be given the drug and shown the picture again. Allan knelt beside the cage and looked at his watch. He slid the picture into the cage and thus began the experiment.

She smiled at him, well tried to. It was more creepy then she intended it to be. She was slowly becoming okay with him being around her. He didn’t hurt her yet, and he was nice and warm. When he closed the cage with her in it alone Lira looked almost confused. Why was he leaving her, he was nice. She almost could like him. When the cage went darker she looked around, something had come down around her. Something soft hit her knee, Lira looked down at it, she moved away from the photo it looked like one of those things. That thing in the mirror, she kicked it away, shaking a little.

Allan stared at the screen. "Oh no..." he mumbled. She was too naive. She was scared of a photograph. He stopped the clock and walked over to the cage. He lifted the cloth and knelt down, retrieving the photo. He wasn't even sure if there was a point in trying these anymore. They'd given him a completely blank slate. He opened the cage and stepped inside, photo in hand. He walked over to her and knelt directly in front of her. He smiled at first, looking into her eyes, and then grabbed her ankles. He pulled her upright, and sat her down cross-legged. He sat down in front of her, and held up the photograph. He grabbed her hand, and pulled it to the photograph, forcing her to touch its surface. He put her hand on the edge of the photo and looked at her, his hand holding hers to the page. There was nothing to fear about this, he wanted to say. Nothing here was meant to hurt her. Allan slid up beside her and slowly let go of her hand so that she would hold the photo by herself. He put his hand around her back, and squeezed her just slightly, then stood up and exited the cage, closing the door behind him. He pulled the cloth back down, covering the cage once more. He returned to his desk. Thirty seconds. He would record her reactions to the photograph for thirty seconds without, and then with, the drug. Allan considered the effects he had observed on the rabbits and chuckled a bit. The rabbits had proved difficult to sedate after the drug entered their systems. They had done what rabbits were known to do, but had shown some unusually aggressive tendencies in what they did, with total impassibility.

She smiled at him when he entered her cage, this time it wasn’t as creepy as the last. It was almost sweet looking, her eyes crinkling as she did so. When he moved her around harshly the smile faded into fear. She had done something wrong? Lira chewed on her lip looking almost confused, as he made her touch the photograph. It was smooth and felt harmless. She held onto it tight after he let it go, smiling when he squeezed her. She liked when he touched her, he didn’t hurt her like the men that took her from the white room did, or that shadow person. He wanted her to look at this photo, it wouldn’t hurt her because he wasn’t going to hurt her. The nice man just wanted her to look at this, another smile formed on her face as she slowly touched the hand on the photo. It looked like his hand, the same hand that held her and made her feel nice. Her eyes didn’t even look at what was behind his hand, she was content with just that. Slowly tracing it with a finger.

What was she doing? Allan looked at the screen. Thirty seconds were nearly up. He shook his head before he stood up and walked over to the cage. He bent down and pulled the cover up. He opened the cage and stepped in, making his way quickly over to her. He would have to be swift about this. Offering her a smile, he sat down beside her and pulled a tiny vial from his pocket. He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head back, putting the vial to her lips. Some of the fluid dripped into her mouth. It was a bit more concentrated this time. Allan smiled and returned the vial to his pocket. He ruffled her hair playfully, she was awful cute after all, and stood to leave.

Her finger slowly traced the hand in the photograph until she heard him lift the fabric up and enter the cage. She smiled at him, Lira didn’t flinch or shake when he tilted her head back. She just looked at him smiling. Her lips parted slightly when he placed the vial on them. She swallowed it without even thinking, the nice man would never hurt her. Soon after he had left, she felt strange. Her eyes slowly going back to the photo. This time she noticed the thing behind his hand. She looked at it hard and then looked down at herself. Lira blushed wondering why she didn’t have that. She wasn’t scared of this reaction, she never had this one before. She wanted to see more of the thing behind the mans hand.

Allan dropped his head to his desk and swore as quietly as his temper would allow. She was doing nothing differently. She was staring at the picture, just like before. She wasn't tearing it in half, she wasn't scratching at it, she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. Allan sat up again and wrote on the paper: "Inconclusive". That was that. The serum worked on certain animals but he had absolutely no proof that it did anything to humans. He calmed himself, and slowly stood up. He pressed a button on the keyboard in front of him and the camera powered off. Standing up, he walked to the cage with as little energy as possible. What a fucking waste.

He opened the cage. 'Inconclusive' blared in his mind. As far as test subjects went, she hadn't done anything to indicate that continued testing would be worthwhile. Normally, the rabbits or rats used for testing would be kept for a few days before they were killed, humanely of course, but nonetheless put to death. Although his first thought was to do the same to her, she was a human being, inconclusive tests notwithstanding. A thought occurred to him as he ducked into her cage. As much as the tests had put him in a bad mood, he couldn't kill her. He could, however, train her to do certain things about the house. At the very least, it would make it easier for him to continue about his business.

Walking over to her, he looked at her unenthusiastically. She had grown up destined for a life of misery. It saddened him to know that there were others like her, elsewhere in the world, being used for who-knows-what. He knelt down beside her momentarily, and was reminded that he still had three quarters of a vial of the fluid to dispose of. He stood and grabbed her collar with one hand, and yanking the photo out of her grasp with the other. He tossed it aside and pulled her out of the cage. No sense in delaying the inevitable. Allan reminded himself that, as bright as she may seem, she was nevertheless no better than an animal. He pulled her around the corner, and then up the stairs. His grip wasn't fierce, but firm. "Come." he commanded. She was going where he wanted her to go.

When they reached the main floor of his home, he paused. She had never been exposed to… well, any of this. She'd also been stuffed in a crate for a while. He pulled her down the hall and into the washroom. The first thing he would have to teach her would be how to use the facilities. He did not want to deal with any 'accidents'. He pulled on her collar and sat her down on the toilet. "Stay." He commanded, pointing to the receptacle on which she sat. He didn't know what the facilities had been like before she'd arrived at his home, but he assumed they hadn't simply let her do wherever. He closed the door and waited, staring at his watch. He'd give her a minute to do whatever it was she was going to do. In the meantime, he pondered what he could teach her.

She smiled at the photo thinking to herself quietly, about the nice man and if he had that thing. If he would let her see his if he had one. The serum was having a small effect on her, though it was harder to notice on females. Lira shifted from side to side in her cage, before looking down at herself. Then back at the photo, she didn’t have something like that, though he might. Slowly she chewed her lip, she had this feeling like the area between her legs was warm. Though she tried to push it out of her mind.

When she heard the cage door open she grinned at where the door was. That sound meant that the nice man was coming the one that called her Lira. She liked the way that word sounded. The few memories she had of him rushed forward. Lira loved everyone of them. she beamed at him hoping he would touch her face or play with her hair again. Those things even before the serum made her feel good, after it though it made her wish he would touch her more. Touch other parts of her body, she blushed deeply at the thought of this.

When he entered the cage he looked upset or mad. This bothered her, why was he mad why? Was it Lira’s fault? Did she do something? Her mind raced with thoughts as he walked over to her, she showed him the picture. Her smile slowly faded though, she looked up at him worried. That’s when he grabbed the photo from her and roughly pulled her to her feet. Her head nodded slowly She would go where ever he wanted her to go, as long as he smiled like he did before and touched her like before. Lira just wanted a smile from him

At the main floor her eyes darted around this was all new to her. For some reason now she wanted to take it in. When he pushed her on the toilet, her body seemed to know what to do. Soon after he left the sounds of her using the toilet could be heard for quite some time. The toilet at the white room was one of the few things that she had learned how to use. That feeling of warmth was still lingering in her groin, slowly she moved her hand down to touch herself. She needed to feel what was making her feel so warm. Her hand brushes her clit, sending an electric jolt throughout her body. Lira blushed and touched that spot again. All bathroom sounds stopped as she slowly rubbed herself.

Allan put his head back against the wall. It sounded as though she was finished, but he gave her an additional few seconds just in case. He rapped his knuckle on the door twice, and mumbled, "Lira, I'm coming in." Like she understood. He gingerly opened the door. She was still sitting on the toilet. "Are you d–" he began, but was caught off-guard. Lira was making a concerted effort to explore between her legs, that much was evidently clear. Allan flushed for a split second. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the vial. He looked into the transparent pale green liquid momentarily before turning to Lira and offered her a small smile. "So it does work on humans. Lira, you wonderful creature." he said, "I'm sorry, I should give you some privacy, shouldn't I?" he backed out of the washroom and closed the door.

Allan blushed a bit, smiling. The realization came to him suddenly. It was entirely possible that he had simply underestimated the active dose. Human beings had very complex systems, after all. But there was a lot more of it in the lab. He was too impatient. The door opened again and Allan walked over to Lira. He crouched beside her and put his hand on her leg. "Hey, Lira… look at me for a minute." He put his finger under her chin and turned her head to face him. He retrieved the vial and poured another sip into her mouth. He paused. Maybe it would take a little while for him to see the full effects. He knew the chemicals were not dangerous at all. He'd done numerous experiments on the rabbits, and as far as he knew, the effective dosage limit was 6% body weight. Far beyond the amount in the small vial. He stood up, and brushed his fingers through her hair. Although she was effectively a lab rat, she had very stunning features. Allan brushed her cheek with his finger and then hooked his finger under her collar. It was plainly obvious to him that this chemical wasn't hurting her. She was showing no negative effects besides a heightened sense of curiosity and maybe a larger libido. He glanced back at the vial. He wondered how much the whole thing might affect her. She seemed to have been affected fairly mildly by a low dose, but even if she downed the entire thing…

There was only one way to find out. He put the vial back to her lips and poured the rest into her mouth. He tightened his grip on her collar and pulled her up off of the toilet. He gave her a second glance. She– was actually quite striking. Her breasts were proportionate, perky. Her abdomen was smooth, with a slightly dipped navel, her hips curved and shapely. She had just a very tiny patch of fuzz above… He closed his eyes for a second. He shouldn't be thinking about this. She was the subject of his experiment. Allan's temper turned inwards and he yanked on her collar. He pulled her out into the hallway and then back towards the basement. Back down the stairs they went, and Allan pulled her into the cage. He ruffled her hair again gently, and smiled at her. "You've been a good girl thus far." he said, "And I appreciate that. Don't let me down, now. I'm going to go and…" A thought occurred to him. Maybe he didn't need the picture?

She was far into her own world when he came in, she didn’t hear him at all. It seemed like all she could hear was her own breathing and her beating heart. Lira’s chest rose and fell quickly as she continued to touch herself the feeling was overwhelming. The urge to keep doing it drove her mad, she didn’t care if he watched. She smiled at him before he left, happy to make him proud of her. Though she went back to touching herself quickly the feeling it was so new to her. It was the greatest thing she had ever felt. Stars flew in front of her face.

Her face turned to him slowly, her eyes were half closed as she smiled at him happily. She drank the liquid without hesitation, any thing he had given her to drink had been good. The good man would never hurt her. She smiled at him, the warmth still lingering between her legs, though she hesitated before touching herself again. It was worth it when he turned and gave her more of the liquid in the vial. His eyes weren’t the only ones to wander hers scanned his body slowly, though she was unsure of what she was seeing though she knew she liked it whatever it was. She chewed her lip thinking about him touching her between her legs like he had on her face.

Her thought was cut short when he pulled her by the collar. She had forgotten about it, before it seemed like it strangled her. Now it was long forgotten, the events that had unfolded after it had pushed it out of her mind. Though now she was aware of its presence, Her hand slowly running along the strap. Lira looked up at him blinking, softly, her eyes locked on his.

Allan's eyes glanced momentarily astray. His experiment was as good as done. The serum definitely worked. He had his proof, and she was standing right next to him. He looked back at her and their eyes met. She was so cute, she seemed to have really warmed up to him. The truth of the situation was beginning to dawn on him. The girl was willingly cooperating with him, hadn't fussed, and her attitude seemed to brighten whenever he was nearby. No longer forbidden fruit, she was… his.

The thought echoed in his mind. She was his. He slowly backed out of the cage, and closed it. He walked over to his desk and opened the bottom drawer. He retrieved some zip ties. His movements were very deliberate, pensive. Returning to the cage, he re-opened the cage door and walked over to her. He crouched in front of her, and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes. Keeping his eyes fixated on hers, he ran his hand from her knee slowly up her thigh and back. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" he said, putting down the zip ties. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms. Her skin was soft and smooth. She was his. Allan grabbed her shoulders and turned her around where she sat, then pulled her wrists together and strung them together with the zip ties. He sat her upright on her knees, zipped her ankles together and then, as a final touch, connected her ankles and her wrists together. He stood up, admiring his handiwork. "Good girl." he repeated, and reached through the bars of the cage. He pulled the thick cloth down, and suddenly they were bathed in muted light.

He walked over to her and crouched in front of her. He put his hand up and ran his finger under her jaw, stopping below her chin. He pushed her chin down with his thumb, tilting her head forward, and slowly traced a path down her neck to her collar. Knowing full well she couldn't move much to balance herself, he slowly began pulling forward. He moved a bit closer, and pulled harder, until she was upright on her knees and right about to tip. He reached down and scraped index finger slowly down from her navel, until he reached the tiny patch of peach fuzz. He smiled, leaned forward a bit until their noses just touched, then tilted his head just slightly and kissed her.

She was his, she had been his for a long time now he had just not seen it for some reason. She smiled at him like a love sick puppy, when he came back. His words, they made her seem to glow, the tone the words they just felt right to her. His touch was even better then his words, though most of this feeling was aided by his drug. Her body still shivered under it, her eyes half closed . She looked him over, stopping at his thighs quite a few times. Her eyes searching for the thing that was in the photo That’s where that thing was, that was in the photo. Slowly she chewed on her bottom lip staring at it, not caring if he noticed. She wanted to see what was under his pants. It wasn’t very hard for him to tie her up. Lira would have done it for him if she could just to see him smile again. She was surprisingly flexible for someone who never did a thing her entire life. Lira let him all she wanted was to make him happy and this seemed to make him happy.

She held her breath for a second when he started to touch her face. Before she had not nearly this amount of the drug in her now, it was running though her system. Every touch was magnified, making her shiver a little harder. Though even though this she never made a sound, not one noise not one moan. She struggled as he pulled on her collar, though she found her balance for a while she looked like she would tumble at any moment. Like a small breeze would just take her and push her over. When he kissed her she kissed him back, eyes closing tight as her senses were overwhelmed by the kiss. She was lucky he still held her collar or else she would be flat on her side.

He felt her shiver and knew she was reacting to him. It felt right to him, knowing that his touch was affecting her so. She was his. The thought prompted him to consider what he would do with his… propriety. The thought that she was his propriety prompted him to smile as he withdrew from the kiss. He wanted to explore her. She was his, after all. He tugged on her collar abruptly, pulling her forward. He was kneeling right in front of her, and she fell forward, her chin falling onto his shoulder, her breasts, gently to his chest. He kissed her shoulder, then ran his tongue from there up to her ear, where he at first gently, and then aggressively, bit her earlobe. He suckled it, and whispered into her ear, "Mine." before he suddenly shoved her backwards. He held onto her collar as she fell backwards over her heels, and gripped it so she didn't fall to the floor too hard. Her abdomen made a line with her thighs, knees still together.

He moved up on her, his knees just touching hers. Gently, he pulled her legs up so that her feet were flat on the ground, and smiled down at her with a certain devious look about him. He put his hands together, palms facing outward, and slowly slipped his hands between her thighs. He spread her legs until they were at a right angle from one another, her pussy right smack between them. He looked down in astonishment. It was cuter and more perfect than he could have imagined. She had lived naked, and so her outer lips were just slightly tan, but her pussy was cute and pink and very soft even to the eyes. Allan's manhood pushed up with great strength, his pants taut from his erection. "Oh mercy." he muttered under his breath, and leaned down, his face right close to it, hands still holding her thighs apart. He looked up at her face and smiled, his face flushed pink. "You don't cease to amaze me," he muttered, "But keep your legs open for your Master." The word just slipped out, Master. The concept made his dick implausibly hard.

Allan leaned forward further and grunted slightly at the pain. He wouldn't be able to keep his pants on for long. Not only for his arousal but from the discomfort that came with it. Nevertheless, he was transfixed. Transparent, viscous liquid oozed slowly forth from her. Allan hesitated before approaching her with his hand. Gently he scraped a small amount of her substance from just below her pussy, drew his hand upwards and smeared it methodically around her clit. He peered on with wonder; her lips were soft but full, it was a delicate ensemble of pink. He was absurdly hard now and would probably have difficulty standing up. Gently he began to rub her, his attention split between the flower of his intent and the expression on her wonderfully innocent face.

She was his, completely. Anything that he could thing of to ask her she would do for him. Lira had never known another person before him, making him more important to her then he would ever realize. If he ever did realize it, this man more then likely would use it to his advantage. She sighed happily when he pulled her close to him, snuggling his shoulder softly almost as soon as she was in contact with it. His breath was hot on her ear, causing her body to shudder softly. The word mine floated around her head, she smiled dreamily at him as he pushed her on her back

Oh her back she struggled to look at him, her head moving back and forth trying to get a small glimpse of him from over her legs. She had no luck until he started to spread her legs. Her eyes flutter as he runs his hands down her thighs, opening up her most private parts. Places she herself hadn’t even looked at herself. She smiled at him when he said his name for the first time, Master, the name bounced around her head as she memorized it. Lira blushed deep when masters face was inches from her warm spot. He seemed proud of what he saw down there causing her to smile warmly at him. She wanted to please him make him proud, he was the nicest person she had ever known.

Quickly her breathing picked up as he slowly started to prod and rub at her. His hand felt ten times better then her own had, she didn’t know why though it did. Ever slowly she chewed on her lip. Her hips raising up a little to his hand She wanted more of this., she hoped he would rub harder this way. Her face read total ecstasy, her eyes nearly closed breathing shallow and fast. She loved this feeling it was like nothing she had ever felt before in her entire life. Though she noticed that every time he moved he looked like he was in pain. It seemed like it was being caused by something wrong with his legs. A slow mix of pleasure and confusion crossed her face. What was wrong?

Allan stopped. Slowly, the sense of power began to creep in on him. He owned her to the furthest possible extent. No matter what he did, she would be under his authority, compelled to abide to his every whim and desire. She was as good as a slave. A slave. Uncannily, he felt further aroused by the prospect. It was unsettling how much power he had over her, and he entertained the idea further. He stopped rubbing her; yes, he was having fun playing with her, but he wanted to take full advantage. He wanted to exert his power on her and make her subordinate position absolutely clear.

He slowly stood up, his erection becoming very apparent. She was powerless and immobile. Allan removed his shirt and tossed it aside, then dropped his pants, his cock protruding like a monolith. He snapped his fingers twice and pointed to the ground at his feet. If she was to expect any pleasure from him, she would have to prove a fast learner. He waited momentarily, formulating a plan in his mind. How he might punish her and what he would expect of her. While he didn't want her to hate him, he wanted her to understand that his word was law. He bore in mind to be fair to her, but also to punish her for wrongdoings and discipline her appropriately. But he also knew that he would have to maintain a balance, as ruling through fear would certainly do more harm than good. Yes, he'd reward her… but he wanted to hear her beg.

When he was started to undress himself, Lira was still flat on her back. Not really understanding why he had stopped touching her like that it felt good, this bothered her a little. Though it seemed not to as much as he undressed. Her eyes though moved up and down him hungrily. More and more he looked like that photo she had seen before. As soon as his pants came off and his erect cock came into view her eyes locked onto it. Something had clicked in her mind, if touching herself in that area felt good it should for him too. Even before he snapped his fingers Lira started to struggle to her knees, first she rolled to her side. That didn’t seem to work all that well so she rolled to her stomach. Which was really her face, she pressed hard down on the ground using her body weight to eventually get up right and then slowly bounced on her knees back in front of him.

Her face was inches from his cock, with her hands tied up still the only thing she had to investigate him was her mouth. She leaned forward slowly and licked him with her tongue, she waited a moment before doing it again. She didn’t know what would hurt him. After a little bit of licking she took his head into her mouth, he didn’t taste bad, her tongue slowly explored his tip. Slowly she pushed it into a small hole stopping when she met the first sign of resistance.

Allan watched Lira struggle to her knees and was thoroughly impressed. She was indeed a quick learner. It seemed she'd come to understand what she was expected to do without even being told… in fact, the idea seemed to have been conjured from her own volition as she'd started to move well before he'd snapped his fingers.

It was perplexing, there she was already kneeling and had begun licking at– He started, taken by surprise as she suddenly took the tip of his cock into her mouth, and even more so when she began prodding at his urethra. His torso jerked forward slightly, his eyes wide. She was uncanny. He ran his hand through her hair and gently grasped the back of her neck. His other hand rested on her shoulder, his back slightly hunched. "G-good girl." he mustered.

His power trip had absconded. She showed initiative, more than he'd anticipated. Truly, her curiosity surprised him even now, and he began to wonder if her lack of inhibitions might make her more receptive to experimentation. He ventured a thought, she could be an excellent subject for an experiment in sociology and sexuality. Would she be kinky?