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It was a bright day at the resort with the sun beams radiating a perfect temperature thanks to shady cloud cover. Leaving the air simmering at a perfect near thirty degrees, just the mood to frame your weekend staycation at a five-star resort hotel famed for its jacuzzis and mouth watering seafood. And after having a brief taste of it all after a midday arrival and a pleasant evening the day before, you couldn’t wait to revel in it all for one entire day and the next one after. This was meant to be a retreat after all, and it wouldn’t be one if you held yourself back now would it?

But before you could immerse yourself in the hustle and bustle of the expected weekend crowd thronging through the resort’s spacious halls and winding corridors, a sharp sting in the side of your hip sends you reeling with a jittery jolt to stiffened shoulders after the sudden bolt of white hot pain zips through the rest of your body. Leaving you to swipe and pat at yourself with rapid movements as was typical of someone reacting to the painful bite of an unseen insect that had snuck by unnoticed before deciding to pull off a little mischief atop the giant they had latched onto, except as you looked yourself over, there was nothing to be seen. No insect, no red sore, no puncture wound, just pasty beige skin that, for whatever reason, seemed particularly vibrant today…probably just the soap they had for patrons to use in the showers.

Giving yourself one last inspection before continuing on your way, you would never expect a sudden force coming in hard from your flank. Taking you by surprise as you turn with anger apparent in widened eyes toward the clumsy oaf who had collided with you so hard you would be forgiven to assume it had been a deliberate act. But that would be nothing in comparison to the startling realization that said stranger had been the one to catch you before you could hit the floor rolling…by wrapping that big, beefy arm of his around your waist…

“Woah there, careful you clumsy little thing. I swear if I wasn’t around, you’d be colliding into everything around here!” Before you could protest, a heavy thump from your heart skipping a beat stuns you stupid, finding yourself having to crane your neck upward just to meet the stranger’s concerned gaze written clear for you to see on that handsome face. Why were you so mad anyway? You knew he was right; had he not caught you, your face would’ve been red from smacking against the floor. Quickly putting aside the notion of ever being a man of above average build as your identity begins to blur within an addled brain. Seemingly influenced by the stranger’s hypnotic voice and whatever delusion he seemed to be living, almost as if said fantasy was bleeding over…and taking control…

“Everything alright dear? Did you not sleep well? Come, let’s get you back to our room…” You didn’t want to bother your hubby after the two of you had traveled all this way to enjoy the resort, but you just couldn’t fight the nauseating wave of exhaustion that washes over your entire being, imparting strange feelings wherever it went like a subtle ache in your joints from all the strenuous positions taken on by your lithe form during last night’s heated events. A burning sting from the puckered rim of an asshole your darling dearest had filled with his entire length, an audacious act that leaves you with a limp in the present. And last but not least; a pleasant cramp originating from a lining of muscle inches below your stomach just as you feel movement within your panties, in a place many men before your current stud had the fortune of sampling before your retirement from the active lifestyle of a flirtatious minx who had burned through many a one-time fling and trophy husbands...

Resisting did you no good when you couldn’t even remember what was making you so restless, left with only the vague pinprick sensation eating away in your chest that something was wrong as every precious second slips by, all while more of what made you ‘yourself’ began to grow obfuscated in mental smog before fading away entirely, you knew then at the back of your mind that the fight was hopeless when you couldn’t even place the sting you felt from earlier with the possibility of a hidden injection, strung along with the stranger holding your enfeebled body as if you were a damsel in distress. A terrible yet fitting analogy you would soon be made privy to as the creak of an open door draws your gaze skyward…

In the same instant you found yourself ushered onto the comfortable sheets of a king sized bed in a room you could strangely recognize once the oncoming flow of new memories begins to take root in the crevices of your mind, the tickle of voluminous cheeks cradled in the lascivious straps of semi-transparent lingerie replacing beach boxers drags across satin plains. Fingering bare, fattened thighs in the process of searching for a phone that no longer exists as you scramble around with a jiggle to an emasculated frame, looking for anything you could use to call for help with. Only to end up with your curvy legs spread wide as you land against the headboard with a waifish yelp after the stranger had slapped a collar around your dainty little neck, jangling chains held tight in a menacing grip as a series of disappointed clicks fill the air. Filling your racing heart with dread and anticipation for the next irrefutable words to come, inviting yet more alterations you could already feel as perky breasts accentuated by a sensual arch to your spine bubble forth. Filled with a mother’s milk supplied by reactivated glands and clasped tight by a revealing hoop composed of flowery knots reminiscent of those found on a maid’s headdress like the one slotting itself over a mahogany mop styling itself into lavish twintails. Letting loose an involuntary moan as you feel what little remains of yourself ebbing and fading, no longer able to differentiate falsehoods from the truth as your eyes dull into those a devout slave, empty of free will. Foggy windows into the persona of a meek submissive who could no longer think about anything besides the assured happiness of her Master, nothing more, nothing less. All in accordance with the obvious implications to be found within the seedy orders administered to you in the privacy of your owner’s resort bedroom, words that make your taxed brain go *POP* before a wave of euphoric energy does the rest; making your infertile womb tingle with the need to be lathered in piping hot organic soup straight from Master’s virile girth. Instilling the desire to feel his callused hands ravishing your breasts. All of yourself had been consumed by that one shared yearning…

And as his commanding baritone encapsulates your addled mind, you fall limp. Unable to do anything but listen. Who you once were, the man out on vacation, the brief stint experienced from the viewpoint of an adoring wife who had played around plenty in her youth, all swept aside for the debauched toy the Master…no, you yourself desired to be…for if it pleased him, then you would gladly be anything for the man whose existence gave you purpose.

“So, now that we’re done playing around…Doll? What’s the first thing you ought to do for me right now? I’ve been nice enough to carry you all the way back here for making a fuss out there, so what do you think you should be doing right now?”

Rising up into a squat so as to ensure your naughty bits were on show, you oblige Master’s demand for a thank-you in the manner of a slave that had been drilled into you since your time in that dark place where Master had bought you; singing songs of endless praise for the muscular man lording over you, adoring the way those unwavering eyes of his scan over your buxom body with sinful giddiness as you cup at your teats, begging for him to play with you with fervent energy. Shrouding your voluptuous form in clouds of steam rising off your feverish body, heated to a boil by the flames of estrus before your demands are cut short by a firm tug that chokes you hard, taking on a cockeyed look as a sopping tongue shoots out of wanton lips in a vulgar display for more. Exemplifying your naughtiness with a quick shot of ejaculate from a trained urethra that soaks your panties through, showcasing the sputtering curvature of an undulating vulva begging for Master’s rod to plug its empty depths.

And as he pulls you on top of sturdy hips into a straddling position, you could only giggle with vapid delight as you raise yourself above his mast with practiced precision. Giving the tip a tender kiss with the glistening folds of your second maw before dropping like a mannequin with its strings cut to impale yourself over its impossible length. Basking in the ensuing rush of ecstasy that removes all forms of worldly woes from the rest of your enslaved being as you cry out in unabated joy…

THE END