A Thrall Perfected Ch. 03

"Devin?" The thought of her amused. "She serves well, but her mind and will were hot, wet mush when Imir brought her before me. She ached to serve, but without the part of myself that lives in her mind, she would still be weak. She ached to serve almost too much to be useful, though she has settled well."

Devin flushed and hung her head in shame at the idea that she disappointed in any way. "Forgive me, Mistress."

Bryana regretted her words, "Think of it as you serving beyond my expectations and doing so well, because it is true. Put any negative connotations out of your mind."

Instantly, there was nothing but pride at Her words.

She continued. "Rather than making a hobby of putting the pieces of them all together just so, I decided to let them be themselves in that way." She squeezed Mara's hand, "But you? You came to me. You quelled your own fear, more than once. You were willing to give up everything. Your drive to be more offered the promise that you could be more."

"And you are. They are intelligent and they are clever when need be because, well, I dare say I am, forgive the immodesty. They know what I would do and how I would do it because I am part of them. But there are times when they will need..initiative that they do not have and I am not there to provide it."

She clasped Mara's hand more tightly. "They are my desire. You, Mara, are my desire and my will."

Mara grinned at the thought, flush with subservience and pride. "I am first among the lesser."

Bryana pondered it, satisfied, "That's a way to think of it." She knew the answer, but asked anyway, feeling playful. "Are you all right with that?"

"I would live my life at your feet, Mistress. I will live for your command and to honor who you are and who you have meant for me to be."

"I know you will." When her hands cradled Mara's face this time, there was no hesitation in the other's eyes. "It seems that you now find yourself worthy of my touch."

"I will never be worthy of it, Mistress. But, with your will now done, I'm certain I'm...adequate enough to receive it."

Bryana's eyes surveyed the newly crafted form. "That you are. Do you wish to see?"

It didn't occur to her until that moment, but, now that She put the moment before her, Mara craved it, "I do, Mistress."

Bryana's voice took on an edge that she knew would call to Mara and to please her. She wanted her newest to enjoy the moment. "Before me, Mara. Stand on your knees."

With a dancer's grace and a the speed of a serpent's strike, she put herself on her knees, tips of her toes touching the base step to the pool, arms clasped behind her back, fingers touching Her power that was now literally a part of her being.

"Close your eyes."

The lids snapped shut.

"Let one of your sisters show you."

She reached through that which bound her, sliding into Devin's mind, finding the serenity and obedience that they all shared and it comforted her. They were all part of the same extension of Her will. Through her eyes she saw her body, her beautiful, perfect body and her desire to touch it was overwhelming, not only because Devin had the desire to do so, but that Mara just ached to explore it. Her hands began to delicately caress, her calves, fingertips grazing the skin, surprised at how alive and responsive it was.

She was still a small thing, but that was all that she recognized of who she used to be. When she touched her thighs, she sighed, the skin was baby soft, smooth, and a fair, creamy white. The muscle beneath, she knew, was dense and powerful. Her fingertips meandering from her wide hips, around her thick but firm ass, and along her taut belly made that belly quake. Her frame was beautifully hourglass and she reveled in it Her breasts were full and lush with areola and nipples a vibrant pink. Any larger and they would have been obscene on a frame so slight. Thinking obscene thoughts just now, captivated by her own body, she lifted her right nipple to her now longer tongue, sending shocks through her being.

Do you like them?

Yes, Mistress. I would have loved any change because you willed it, but I love them.

Deres will love them, too. He cannot help himself.

Mara knew it was so and the thought of his reaction aroused her. She wanted to kiss, caress, and pleasure him. Mistress was part of her being and Her love was her love just as certainly as if it was Mara herself that had built a life and history with him. All that She cherishes...

...we cherish, her sisters finished with her in a comforting unison.

She liked the idea that building a form that pleased him played a role in what she became.

Her eyes opened and, for a moment, she fought double vision before finding the thought to dismiss it, seeing only as she wished to see. Her face wasn't full anymore, fingers exploring the sculpted, regal contours and they reminded her of Her, which made her moan. The eyes that had looked back at her her entire life were still there only in that the light of her essence was behind them. They were now the color of an evergreen, which complimented her lush, flowing hair, now a hot red that cascaded over his shoulders.

A proper set of blond, brunette, and redhead seemed appropriate for a triad of mine.

I...we look as Goddesses.

If I'm to perfect the vessels, I may as well be thorough. Make yourself cum. I wish to see it. I wish to see you fully enjoy that body.

That was more than command enough, her hands touching the soft tuft of fur between her legs before she spread those pink lips, looking down to see how that flesh glistened when she pulled it apart, her clit still prominent and easy to play with. That her clit was easy to find and more than willing to be easily manipulated to give her an orgasm was one of the things she genuinely liked about herself before, but it was so much better even now. Her juices were more slick and made the skin come alive where it touched her.

When it touched that lovely clit it rendered an always willing but of flesh as much of a helpless slave as the rest of her and her mouth fell open from the sheer joy. Mara made Mistress her world and Bryana smiled in return. "You please me, Mara." It was so, and Bryana liked the look of love she received in return. "Even though seeing you like this makes me wonder how very few moments it will take my tongue between your legs sucking away before you fall unconscious."

The thought that Mistress Herself would be feasting between her legs was enough to send her screams echoing through the cavern. Mara did not fall unconscious, though her world went black for several seconds. When it was over and before she was fully back in the now, her instinct brought her on all fours to rest her head at Her feet.

Where Mara would always belong.

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Mara moved through the grass soundlessly, still disbelieving of all the gifts She bestowed upon her. She knew how to use them all almost as a matter of instinct, but there was still a matter of settling into what the world was like for her now, like a blind woman suddenly being given sight. Night had just fallen and, while it was still young, she knew it would be quiet there once she reached her goal.

Her parents would be asleep by now, so that, by the time morning rose, it would be done and, as far as they knew she would be gone. She avoided the small steps in one movement, placing herself before the door. She touched the wood as if to touch her old life, just to say goodbye for now. She thought of them all and the part that was still Mara wished she could tell them what she found and how thrilled she was to embrace her future, the letter in her hands coming as close as she could to telling them the truth.

It told of how she took the journey home one morning a few days ago, as she had done a thousand times before, but that morning, she couldn't complete the walk, thinking of the fact that she would do it ten thousand more. If not from that job, from another that amounted to nothing to feed a life that she didn't think mattered in the ways that she always wanted it to. It told of how, instead, she walked to the docks to seek work on the boats, promising loyalty and hard work to anyone that would take her before someone finally did.

She told them how she looked forward to seeing the world beyond her home in ways she never could have before. She told them how the prospect of adventure and doing things that few others had done or would do ignited a renewed passion for life that she scarcely had words for. Mara promised to write to them and share every bit that she could. Mistress's reach assured that every once in a while a bauble or oddity would find their way to them occasionally with the letters as souvenirs even if Mara might not manage it. There was no limit to Her love and care.

Of course, there was no way to know how often she could see them, though she promised she would when she could. So, every year or two, she would put the veil of old Mara on her as a cloak for a few days to see her family, pass on some fresh baubles, regale them all with tales of her adventures, and remind her family of her love for them. It was utterly overshadowed by the love she had for her sisters, Mistress, and even those who had Her heart, but it was still there. It gave her peace and added to her resolve that she was where she needed to be. Mistress had kept Her word when She had no reason at all to do so.

She was worthy to have surrendered everything to.

The letter slipped under the door and she slipped away just as silently, turning down the road and began the short walk to the city, thrilling to the thought that it was dark and the city lights were some distance away, so she could run at full speed if she wished and enjoy Her gifts yet again. She could enjoy them just walking; feeling the way the suit she wore that was a slighter shade of green than her eyes felt on her body and mirrored those her sisters wore.

But there were other reasons to run. Mistress was waiting for her tonight to introduce Her creation to Deres and Neral. She knew what would happen. The four of them would make love and fuck with abandon.

She would see how precious few seconds it would take Mistress and Neral to melt her under their tongues. She would give them all deep, worshipful kisses and touch them in the way she knew they loved, even the two she hadn't loved yet. She would give herself to Deres to love and maul, and she would guide him inside her while she already knew it would excite him just watching her tits bounce, while knowing that excited her even more.

Mara knew that, while this was to be her night, she would open her mind to her sisters and share in it all with them while they let it carry them away, fucking each other in that small cabin until even their perfected bodies had the strength to do nothing but find closeness and drift to sleep.

Mara knew that in the days ahead their would be adventures to test her body, her skill, and her wiles. Mistress didn't reshape her for nothing. But, tonight, you will simply be Her whore.

Mara ran.

End.