Hello and welcome one and all to my first chain story. Thanks go to Alicia Charms for being brave enough to submit a chain story in the first place, Dr Mabeuse for writing such a good 2nd chapter and Tatewaki for letting me slip in front of him in the queue.
If you haven't read the previous two chapters: go read them. Or else you won't understand anything that's going on. Feedback is always appreciated and remember to vote before you leave (5 is a nice number, hint, hint).
Hope you enjoy. The Earl.
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Alison scurried out of Master James’s office, pulling at her dishevelled dress to try and get it to return to some kind of respectability. It seemed impossible that it could ever have covered her; it was two sizes too small. She was aware of avaricious eyes staring at her as she scuttled through the bar and she could feel Ally’s hyper-libido start to surface again. She could feel the eyes coursing over her body, which was slipping further out of her disarrayed garments with every stride. She had to get away from them before she did something…something else she regretted.
Spying an open door, she ran in, slamming it behind her. The room was dark and furnished only with a bed. Another of the ‘playrooms’ she thought bitterly. She sank down on the bed and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror that was on one of the walls. She looked like a doll.
This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be more aggressive in sex, but not this. She’d just had her veto power over her body removed at the slightest hint that a guy was interested in her and had rolled over to be fucked. Was she going to do this every time a man came near her? Was the rest of her life going to be spent being fucked six ways from Sunday by any man that showed an interest?
She smiled involuntarily. It had felt good though. Maybe it would be fun to go out there again and see what the other Masters were like…
Alison resisted this chain of thought. That was Ally speaking: the out of control nympho, who appeared to be controlling any of her thoughts about sex. Fuck, it felt like her head was splitting. Alison felt like she was in control, but she knew as soon as anyone else turned up, she was going to be left a helpless bystander while Ally fiddled with her body. She had to go and find Master M. Maybe he could put her back in control.
Suddenly the door swung open, banging back against the wall. A hooded figure stood in the door, silhouetted by the bright light that streamed in. Alison raised a hand to her forehead, her eyes squinting as she tried to make out the figure from the blinding sudden light. Then it spoke.
“Come with me.” The voice was quiet and soft, but carried an unmistakeable air of command. Alison got up from the bed before she realised and followed the figure from the room.
Q had observed Alison’s presentation from the back of the auditorium because it would have been considered presumptuous by the other masters to move closer. It was a very difficult position to maintain. On one hand, the other Masters couldn’t manage without Q’s undoubted skills, but on the other, the renegade Master represented the very anathema of their personal ambitions and opinions. They were all very strict doms who took great pleasure in humiliating their subjects, while Q was happy just to enjoy them. As sole member of a minority group, all sorts of opinions and expectations were attached to the renegade master. Q actually had no problem with their sexual quirks; they could do whatever they wanted, but the other masters resented any difference from their norm.
Alison’s noisy performance earlier had peaked Q’s interest and the sudden exit had settled it. The master had flicked up the gown’s hood and decided to take her to more private quarters.
Alison followed, her mind consumed with fiery thoughts of hate and fury while her body trotted meekly towards this strange Master’s private quarters. From what she’d seen of the other Masters, they’d all been loquacious and smarmy. This one hadn’t said anything apart from that first sentence and had crept with an odd grace away, not barracking or boasting with colleagues on the way out. Curiouser and curiouser.
Her interest was caught further by the fact that her leader wasn’t taking his hood down. Maybe this one didn’t love himself as much as Master James.
They turned into the quarters. It was well lit and spacious, but most of the room was taken up by a huge bed. It looked like the room had been designed around the bed, rather than the bed chosen for the room. As Alison turned to look at the Master, Q flicked her hood back, delighting in the look of blank incomprehension in Alison’s face as it revealed long jet-black hair and a definitely feminine face.
“But…but…but,” she stuttered, her mouth working without the brain having fully recovered from its shock yet. Q stopped her with one finger laid softly against her lips. The hand spread and her palm slid smoothly across Alison’s cheek and down to her neck. Q stepped forward and kissed her.
The feeling rushed through Alison and she felt a deep surge of erotic energy pulse through her body as soft red lips pressed into hers. Her lips parted and she began to kiss back; hesitantly at first, but with more conviction as each second passed.
They broke away and Alison reached for composure with the last vestiges of her control. “Who are you? Are you a Master?”
“I am Master Q.” At the confirmation that she’d kissed another Master, another erotic thrill rushed through Alison and she struggled not to throw herself at the woman in front of her. Q continued, amused at her reaction. “I am the only female Master. They…tolerate me because of my unparalleled talents in my field. I tolerate them because I get to enjoy the fruits of their labours. Like you.” Her finger traced the line of Alison’s jaw and she watched, enthralled as the girl shivered at her touch.
Ally felt her body rolling on the grace and smoothness of the unexpected English accent. Q’s voice seemed like liquid honey, dripping from her throat and coating everything she said with a soft allure.
“I must say, they’ve done a very good job on you.” Ally’s body thrilled with the compliment and she felt the mysterious Master’s hands skim down her back to clasp her arse briefly. Q’s lips curved seductively into a satisfied grin. “Oh yes, that’s good. Jenkins is an utter genius.”
They kissed again and Ally felt herself falling as Q manoeuvred her gently back onto the bed. Inside her head, a solitary voice was screaming that this wasn’t her, this wasn’t what she did, this wasn’t her…
Q’s hand grazed over her hips and the voice was quashed in the sheer thrill of pleasure. The renegade master moved her fingers, pressing firmly against Ally’s hips. The movements were slight, yet intensely erotic. Ally whimpered.
“I am the foremost expert in nerve technology.” Q spoke softly, her lips nuzzling Ally’s ear. “The other masters tolerate me, because I am the only woman in the world who can rewire your nerve endings to produce this kind of effect.” As she spoke, her fingers slid down the outside of Ally’s thigh, just grazing the skin, but causing all of her hairs to stand on end. Her other hand had worked its way between them and stroked across Ally’s stomach, seamlessly pulling apart the dress in a deft slight of hand.
Q’s smile broadened at the effect she was having on Ally and she removed the remnants of the dress to view the blonde’s body properly. Ally was now clad only in a black thong which contrasted sharply against the tone of her skin, making the sight of her somehow more erotic than if she’d been completely naked.
Q stood back from the bed and Alison sat up, rising with the Master’s movements as though they were attached by an invisible thread. She ached for the Master, her body reactions completely alien to her. Q undid some unseen fastening inside her gown. She wriggled her shoulders in an unexpectedly feminine manner and her robe slid to the floor, revealing nothing underneath.
In the sudden nudity, Ally was slightly surprised to note that Q had a fairly modest body: no voluptuous curves, no blonde hair, no huge breasts. The Master was slender and petite in a way not suggested by the all-concealing robes. It was something of a contrast to her new body; almost an antithesis. It was, however, one of the most desirable things she’d ever seen in her life.
Q smirked at Ally’s undisguised admiration. James had probably just used her to get off. Q took it as an obligation to show Ally the advantages of being a slave.
Ally reached out, her hand extended in a gesture of sheer desire, but Q shoved her roughly back onto the bed. The Master followed her onto the silk sheets, straddling her prostrate captive, her pussy pushing against the thin black thong that decorated Ally’s groin. Q pulled thin extendable straps from the bedposts and fastened them to Ally’s wrists, securing her to the bed. Ally’s body thrilled with the feeling of total submission; her body was being taken without her having any say in the matter and the adrenalin pulsed through her system.
