Operation Chameleon Ch. 03

I lost track of time and had no idea how long I fucked cowgirl style as he called it. I lost track of the number of times I had cum. When he filled me again I collapsed on top of him and he whispered "Good girl! Master is pleased! You are staring to become the fuck toy that Master requires!"

I lay on top of him with his cock still hard and still embedded in my pussy. I must have fallen asleep like that. His alarm was buzzing and he spanked my ass to get me fully awake.

He growled a Command at me "Time you were gone slut! You report back tomorrow evening when we will continue with your sexual training and work on your sexual stamina! You will also work on your physical stamina in order to bring your Master more pleasure!"

For the next month off and on he would physically, sexually and emotionally abuse me. But I had become addicted to our sessions. I had become addicted to the pleasure and the pain. Addicted to the humiliation.

He would have me swallowing his cock whole. Taking it down my throat became easy in the end. He showed my anus no mercy when he took my anal cherry but in the end I felt so filthy taking it that way that I wanted it in the ass more and more.

At the end of the first week of this training he even had another Borg in to do me. I was double teamed the whole of that night. At the end of the second week we had two other Borg in and I was tripled team by three huge monsters. At the end of the third week I was gangbanged by no less than six of the other Borg as he watched.

It made me happy to make my Master happy.

In fact I became so addicted to sex with him that I became hopeless at performing any other task without having him order me to do it. I felt lonely, lost and forlorn without him. I was I thought in love with him.

After one month had passed he suddenly announced that this stage of my sexual and social training was complete and it was time to move on to the next stages. My training schedules were being altered to take into account what had been learned from other field operatives on my Operation.

I would be required to undergo further training with no less than 11 other male and female Borg. I would be having no further sessions with him. I was heartbroken. He was my Master but I could no less than what he commanded and what he ordered. On that last day he gave me a collar to signify that I was owned by him. In my heart I would always belong to him, he was my first.

I was being given one weeks leave and then my training would resume. I would be allowed one week to go home and go topside. I didn't want it I wanted to be with him. I was called in to see the Major before my leave began.

I had the uneasy feeling that even my leave would be controlled and that my actions wouldnt entirely be my own. I wondered if i still had control of my own mind. The mocking laughter was back and so was the taunting voice of my unknown and unseen nemesis who I couldn't shut out "Come to me my pretty! Feel what a real cock is like in you!"