Finding A Devils Coin

After the chaos that had spread like wildfire through the western world as the impacts of global warming were finally declared significant, the world became very different. A peace had spread around the globe until rumours started popping up of these mysterious magic coins. At first it was dismissed as another social media gimmick, but the abilities of these people couldn't be explained by scientists. Over the last decade, around fifty people had found coins and gained new abilities that defied physics. Every story was similar, they found a silver coin, it told them to make a wish, it came true.

A couple of them could fly, others gained superhuman strength and speed. There was even a rumour of someone able to change any material into marble. Lots of fakes existed and a couple of people claiming to have these powers were even found dead shortly after. Others went missing. The world was up in arms around if these stories and abilities are real or not. And as new billionaires appeared, they all ended up with rumours of mysterious powers. Soon the magical coins were linked to one too many evil acts, and became known as 'Devil's Coins'. Apparently, this was the devil's way to corrupt the earth after his global warming stint failed.

As a quiet, and honestly quite boring person, I never really anticipate anything interesting to happen to me. Obviously, like most people my age, I had been part of drinking games where we debated what the best powers to have are. Lots said mind reading although I always thought that would be more depressing than anything. Others shape shifting, and as someone who is far from a model, I could see the appeal. Personally though, I always thought telekinesis would be the best.

After another tedious week as a stress engineer, currently working on bolt positions for a new car. Three months in and we are about halfway through, so much fun. I take the long route home, up over the hill next to the town. As I walk, I notice a shiny little coin, thinking it might be a 50p and I figure I might be able to get a small treat at the store down the road from my house. As I pick it up though, it dissolves before my eyes into nothing.

I ponder what it could have been, obviously some unnecessarily fancy prank to make people think they had found a magic coin. No little voice had asked me what ability I would like though. I get home, make dinner and fall asleep watching drivel on my laptop. The next morning, I am woken by the light coming through my living room window. I look at it and wish the curtain would slide across. It starts swaying slightly despite the window being shut.

Still sleepy, I wave my hand and imagine pulling the blind shut. It moves with my hand and soon the room is dark again. My heart is racing though and am now fully awake. All thoughts of going back to sleep are supressed by a desire to confirm my abilities. I spend the whole day seeing what I am able to do, move things, make an invisible umbrella and even push against the floor allowing me to float.

As someone who likes their privacy and has no interest in becoming famous, I keep my abilities to myself. I barely use my abilities outside of my house, and when I do it is usually to prank a friend or trip up some rude stranger. One time a guy almost ran over a mother and daughter who were just about to walk out on a zebra crossing. By pure coincidence, he got a puncture seconds later as he drove passed me.

Almost a month had past and no one else knew. Yet as I came home from yet another mind-numbing day, I had a letter. An invite to dinner in a house in London. The person had even included train tickets for me and the receipt for a hotel room booked in my name. A quick google search confirmed the house was incredibly fancy, a similar house down the road currently on sale for a couple of million. And the hotel was also very expensive. The letter didn't include a return address, or even the name of the sender.

It was Thursday today, so I only had one day to find out more. I spent my Friday trying to find who owned the house, only switching back to my work whenever a colleague walked past my desk. The benefit of being quiet and working in a corner meant that I was able to spend almost the entire day searching. Despite this, I failed to learn a single thing. Deciding the only way to learn more would be to go, I packed that evening and got the train into the city the following morning.

I stood staring at the four-story mansion before me. How could someone who owns this be interested in meeting with me, unless they somehow knew about my ability. I still had half an hour so cross the road to a bench and sat looking at the house as though it would answer my questions. As I waited, a beautiful woman whose attire screamed money and elegance walked along my side of the pavement.

"May I?" She asks in a well-spoken and gentle voice, motioning to the empty space on the bench.

"Sure." I nod, briefly meeting her eyes before turning back to the house.

"You're Joey, right." The woman asks me, I look back at her in surprise.

I definitely don't recognise this person, yet she somehow knows my name.

"I'll take that as a yes. I own you." She says calmly. "Come."

I barely register what she says as we stand and cross the street. My mind only starts recovering as we cross the opposite pavement and enter her driveway. Since when does she own me? I don't remember being bought, or knowing people could be owned.

"You look confused, why?" She asks me as we walk across the gravel.

"How did you end up owning me?" I reply, still unable to figure out when I went from free man to owned property.

"You ever walked down the beach when you were younger?" Her sudden subject change catches me off guard.

"Yeah, I grew..."

"And picked up a stone or shell and taken it home?" She interrupts me, putting a hand on my shoulder and twisting until we are standing still looking at eachother just before her front door.

"Yes." I say, I don't want to waste her time.

"You are like that stone. You were once unimportant, just one of thousands or millions of pebbles being walked over and ground into dust. Just now, I picked you up and am taking you home. Does that make sense?" She explains, and suddenly it all does make sense.

"Yes, thank you." I tell her, feeling genially grateful I won't be worn down anymore.

"You're welcome, but property must be useful otherwise it gets thrown away. What did you used to do with your stones?" She continues.

"We would decorate our garden with them." I admit, hoping that this wasn't to become my destiny.

"Interesting. We do use some of our property as decoration. Others can be more useful, used to complete simple tasks. And others are less useful, so are broken down. Kind of like how you might break a stone in half to see if it has a fossil." She smiles innocently at me. "If it does, you keep it. And if it doesn't..."

Her voice trails off, but I am more than capable of working out her meaning. Apparently, our rock metaphor conversation is done, at least for now. She turns and walks the last few steps to the front door. It swings inwards as she approaches. I follow silently behind her and see that the door was opened by a woman who is dressed only in lingerie.

"Strip." My owner orders me as the other woman shuts the door.

I do as she says, feeling very self-conscious as she watches me and the barely clothed woman accepts the clothes I was wearing as I pass them to her. Once undressed, I stand exposed as my cock slowly rises. Part of my want's cover the erection but another part highlight's that it is this woman's cock, I have no right to hide her property from her. She makes a little spinning motion with her finger, and I slowly do a 360.

"Let me introduce you to my wife, who is your other owner." She leads the way upstairs.

Her beautiful purple and white dress hug her ass as it sways back and forth distracting me from thinking about my second owner. As she leads the way into one of the first-floor rooms made up as a large office, I realise I haven't really thought about the three options my first owner said their property had. Not that I'd get to pick. Or worry about it, my thoughts should revolve around my owners and their desires.

I don't let out a sound, but my jaw drops as I look around the room. On my left are two sofas before a bay window. There are two golden busts in the side windows, both facing inwards, and their large breasts are flowing over the edge of their stands whilst their long hair flows over the back in thin golden strands that shimmer in the morning light. I can't see the garden out the window, only the trees and high hedges. I briefly glass back as the door shuts, and I notice another woman dressed in lingerie as she retakes her position beside the door.

On the near side of one of the two sofas and far side of the other are stone lampshades that hang over their respective sofas. I study the nearest in shock. A large woman is sat with her thick legs crossed, her belly sagging into the space between her legs. She is bending backwards slightly, her large breasts each crushed by a foot of a second woman.

The second stone woman is tall, leaning over the sofa with the help of the larger woman beneath her holding her legs. The tall woman's hands are squeezing her own ass cheeks and spreading them. From where I am standing, I can see the slightly open stone pussy and the silver circle of what a butt plug would be if they were an actual person. Looking at the further lamp, the statue has the light bulb in its mouth, its eyes are wide in shock and its tits hang down, what looks like a drop of silver milk hangs from one nipple.

"These are some of the stones we picked up for decoration." My first owner whispers in my ear making me jump and let out a little squeal.

"Explore them." My second owner I hadn't even got around to looking at whispers in my opposite ear while playfully slapping my ass.

I explore the nearer of the two statues. Dropping to my knees to get a closer look, the stone is cold and completely smooth. The cable for the light disappears under the woman's large ass. My curiosity leads me around to the front of the large woman, peering between her legs. Her vagina is gaping as though there is an invisible fist inside of it. Looking up, I see a similar look of shock in this statue's eyes as the one across the room. The colours in the stone make her eyes look like they're rolled back in her head.

I slowly stand back up, my eyes roaming from one body, up to the second. They're both so lifelike that if it wasn't for the cold touch underneath my fingers, I would think they were simply taking makeup art to the next level. I reach out and tap the hanging silver milk drop that matches the other lamp. It swings and I realise the top part of the silver is a wire.

"Give it a pull." My second owner tells me.

I do as she says, and it has a little give, a small click arises from inside of the breast and the lightbulb in the woman's mouth comes on. I pull it again and the light goes off.

"So, you like my artwork." The woman continues. "You may join my collection if you so choose or should you fall short of our expectations in your other roles."

"You can turn people into stone." I reply, not really sure if it is a question or a statement.

"I can turn conscious things into conscious clay." She smiles far less innocently than her wife. "My pet can turn one material into another."

I follow her gaze and see a head sticking up slightly from the seat of her office chair. From a few meters away, I can't tell if they are male or female, but either way their body cannot be comfortable crammed into the small space of the chair. Her desk is glass, held up metal women who are bent over backwards, the glass resting on their stomachs and squished breasts.

"Shall we show him to his office." The first woman suggests.

"Lets."

They walk out of the room, the underwear clad woman holding it open for the three of us. The couple walk hand in hand whispering under their breaths to each other between fits of giggles. We head back downstairs and the same woman as earlies is stood by the door waiting, my clothes no longer in sight.

"The women in these outfits are maids. We have a very simple hierarchy here. More clothes, more power. Obviously, this doesn't always hold true. If I am taking a shower and a maid assists me, I still outrank then. It s more, the amount of clothes you are allowed to wear rather than actually wearing. Understand?" The first woman asks me.

"Yes." I answer

"Yes Mistress." The second woman quickly corrects me.

"Yes Mistress." I repeat.

We have walked into a large dining room. A table for about two dozen people is in the process of being set. The women barely acknowledge their owners as they work. The only proof that they see us is that they all give us a wide birth. I look around at them and notice that less than half are in lingerie, the rest are naked. And all of them are beautiful in one way or another.

"Oh, and other men in similar attire are unable to give orders to each other. Females of the same rank as you are able to give you orders though." The first woman tells me as the three of us watch the slaves work quietly and efficiently.

I notice there are actually three ranks. Lingerie, collar and then completely naked. The three maids are directing, the collared women are walking in and out carrying trays of stuff, and the naked women are cleaning and unloading the trays. My owners' attention turns to the wall behind us making me turn too. There are six pillars half in the wall, same as the far side. Doors in and out of the room exist between the outermost pillars in the four corners of the room. Whilst the far wall has five paintings, this wall has these glass panes.

My eyes immediately focus on a woman standing about a meter away from me behind the nearest piece of glass. She is quite a large and curvy woman with short hair and enough piercings and tattoos to still give off a punk vibe without any clothing. Her body is in the throes of an orgasm as we watch her. There are two dildos pistoning between her legs. Her hands are pressed hard enough against the sides of the pillars for her hands to be going white. Her mouth agape and eyes alternating between squeezed shut and wide open. As her orgasm subsides and she starts to breathe more normally, I notice a digital display on the side of her enclosure.

"He has some interesting ideas on how to decorate our plump little pet." My first owner says, clearly reading my mind.

"What are your suggestions?" My second owner asks me, her nail running down my spine making me shiver.

"First, please refer to me as your Owner not first owner. And my wife as Mistress not second owner." My first owner, no my Owner instructs me.

"Yes Owner." I nod in agreement before returning my attention to the panting woman. "You could add some form of gag, nipple clamps or even ties up her breasts. Behind her if you attached some shock pads, then you could tease her from your control pad."

"You're quite evil. I think you might come in handy." My Mistress smiles. "We don't need you right now though, your first assignment will be as a waiter for our dinner this evening. Do well and we will expand your role. Fail, and I'll have some new clay to mould."

I am speechless at her statement. The pair just giggle as my Owner gently guides me past the second space which also has a nude woman in. She is in a similar predicament but clearly slightly calmer, and her physic is more like that of an athlete, shoulder length blonde hair, 6 feet tall and lean with defined abbs.

The next one is empty and after tapping a button on its control panel, my Owner gives me a gentle push on my back. I step into the space and turn around to face her. She just smiles and shuts the glass door. I am unprepared to have my own face looking back at me, my fear evident on my face. I can't see the room beyond at all. Get into place and then keep your eyes closed.

I am obeying the instructions before I realise that the thought wasn't my own. None of my thoughts are really my own now anyway. As her property, I guess I don't own anything anymore. Not the house I owned that still has a large mortgage, not my concerns about the impact of my sudden disappearance or pain in my ass as the dildo beneath me starts pushing upwards. I'm on my tiptoes by the time it comes to a stop, my asshole stretched painfully by the invader.

"Pinch your nipples." My owner's voice comes through the speakers on either side of me and I instantly obey.

"Harder." My Mistress adds.

Again I obey, tears coming to my eyes from the pain.

"We both likes your ideas to add some decoration to our pets. We've edited them slightly and obviously had to come up with an alternative to the breast bondage for you." My owner tells me.

"Do you know how we get our abilities?" Mistress asks me.

"No Mistress." I admit.

"It's whatever ability we truly desire. The Devil grants us the ability to make our biggest dreams true." She continues. "So what does that tell you about me given my ability to turn living things into clay?"

"I don't know Mistress." I say.

"Say your guess." My owner orders me.

"You have a petrification fetish and are artistic." I say, hoping I'm not insulting Mistress.

"Close, it's not so much about the freezing them as turning them from a someone to a something." She explains.

"And mine?" My owner asks.

"You like the power controlling peoples' minds gives you?" I guess.

"Yes, and I can also mould minds as I love the idea of turning people into the perfect slaves." My Owner tells me. "You no longer enjoy wanking, for example. Only a woman can bring you to orgasm. And the more skin you see of women, the greater your need to cum."

My mind immediately replays the events since arriving at the house, each barely dressed woman I'd seen. My mind lingers on the lingerie clad women and before shifting to the eternally frozen bodies. Finally, my mind replays the scene in the room just the other side of my mirrored glass. There must have been three dozen women working in the room, most of whom were naked.

Open your eyes.

The mirrored door swings open and I look past my owners at the naked women, all focused on their tasks. I let out an involuntary groan of pain as my need to cum grows. My two owners' hands roam each other's bodies, kissing one another and watching me squirm. Two nude slaves stop setting the table and crawl between their owner's legs. Their heads disappear up the two women's dresses.

"Play with yourself." Mistress orders me.

I do as she says, and despite feeling like I am already on the brink of cumming, I don't get any closer to release. The ache in my body grows as my owners become increasingly audible. I find my eyes forced to meet my Owner's, my hand aching as it continues to pump my shaft furiously.

"Lower yourself onto your feet." Mistress orders me.

I am unable to look at her as I force myself to obey. Each centimetre increases the pain as my ass is stretched ever further.

"Good pet." Mistress moans once my heels are on the floor.

"Thank you, Mistress." I pant.

"Do you want to cum?" Owner asks me.

"Yes, please Owner. Let me cum!" I plead, barely able to think.

"Give me permission to remove your childhood memories, and I'll give you a choice of slaves to get you off." She smiles at me.

Mistress steadily moves behind her and soon Owner's dress falls from her shoulders, catching on the woman between her legs. Her nude body is like a sun in comparison to the little candle like flames of desire her slaves' bodies brought me. Tears stream down my face, the desperation to cum blocking out all other thoughts. The slave beneath Owner starts to move out from under it at the same time as Mistress starts to push her own shoulder straps outwards.