Owned: The Rival (Bare Body Lust Book 3)

by Nadia Nightside

  But all that mattered to him anymore was obeying Maria—and she had no qualms whatsoever about hurting this man who had threatened her God.

  “Bring her in with me,” said Robert, pointing at Estelle.

  The terrified businesswoman, realizing suddenly she was in the company of deities, hardly struggled as Quinn and Joslyn hooked her by the arms and dumped her down into the office. Maria strutted forward, hoping to watch, but Robert shut the door on her and everyone else, shoving out Natalie at the same time.

  Maria pouted, but of course she would do nothing to defy him. He was her Master, and he always knew best.

  Besides, sweet man that he was, he had left the window open for her and the other girls to watch.

  * * * * *

  They were in the office, alone. He had placed his cock back in his pants, head full of thoughts.

  Robert wasn’t sure exactly why he wanted to be alone with her. Perhaps he just wanted some final sounding board—a chance for redemption. A chance to see if this was really the task he was made for. Estelle, ever the savvy negotiator, seemed to sense this innately.

  “Y-you don’t have to do this,” said Estelle. “Not to me. I can leave. Disappear. Be gone, forever.”

  “You’ll say something,” he shook his head. “To someone. Word will get out. I can’t allow that.”

  “You can allow anything. Anything.” Estelle took several deep breaths. “You’re powerful right? So...so very powerful.” A sheen of lust was very evident on her face. Even in her terror of the realization of what was happening, she could not stop Robert’s pheromones from working their magic on her body. “Show me your power the right way. Show me that you have mercy.”

  “I’ve been thinking for a long, long time about this,” he shook his head. “I go back and forth, back and forth. I have these powers, okay? You’ve seen what I can do. Hell, I’m doing it to you right now without even trying. That’s why you’re so turned on by me, aren’t you?”

  Estelle’s brow was coated with sweat. She nodded. “Yes.”

  Her voice was weak, stuttery. She was a fine looking woman and it was harder and harder for Robert not to notice. All she would need would be a little dose of the “Joslyn” treatment. Not the big tits—let Joslyn keep those unique for a while. But the reversal of the aging process. Adding a little bit of plumpness in all the right places, and tone and firmness everywhere.

  Youth. Beauty. Immortality. He could offer it to Estelle...or he could just make her take it.

  “Why do I have them if not to use them? Why should I be above my nature?”

  “Because it’s wrong. You can’t just...just decide what people should live like just because it-it-i-i-it turns you on!”

  “Why not? You decide things for people every day. You pay bills, put money in pockets, take money out of other pockets. Politicians sit in big offices and decide our lives without any say-so from us. Men in suits decide what laws get passed and what don’t and there’s nothing anybody can do about any of it. That’s their nature.”

  “And that’s wrong too. There has to be...has to be accountability.”

  “But not provided by them. You see? You don’t expect them to be accountable.” He smiled. It made Estelle blush deep red. “You expect some other force, some other body to take care of it for them. There’s no incentive for the powerful to stop being powerful. Just because it’s wrong or you think it might not feel good. That’s your fucking problem, isn’t it?”

  Estelle gulped. “You sound like you’ve made up your mind already.”

  “I tell you what.” He unzipped his pants and drew out his thick, long cock. It was half-hard already and wet with precum. “You don’t want this cock?”

  She gulped and shook her head, struggling not to look. But the smell of it got to her, little tendrils of drool slowly leaking out from her lips.

  “You really don’t want this cock?” he said.

  She shook her head once more.

  “What about now?”

  Robert concentrated, and his cock slowly grew before her eyes. It remained half-hard as before, but its actual girth and length grew nonetheless. His power in action. He enjoyed watching her amazement as it got hard, how big her sea blue eyes became.

  “F-fuck,” she let out a soft little moan.

  “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked properly, Estelle? How long since a man has taken you under his reign and dominated your pussy like you need?”

  “Nnh...”

  He concentrated again, and his cock expanded, becoming thicker, longer. And at the same time, the rest of him changed. He was prepared after his speech to expend all of his power—but not on Estelle.

  It occurred to him that Maria would want to watch this. He turned to the window and smiled. “I know you’re watching, darling. Come in. I want you to watch me with your mouth on me.”

  It was all he had to say. She came in eagerly, crawling toward him with utter worship in her eyes, and in seconds, Maria's incomparable mouth was on his cock, quickly taking all of him down her throat.

  “Here it comes,” said Robert, gathering his power.

  Like before with the others, his slaves, he formed a picture in his mind of what he wanted to change, the result that he wanted to achieve. It seemed simple now, natural. He wondered why he hadn't done it before. His muscles expanded rapidly, tearing through his shirt as he reformed his entire torso into a marble-hard slab of titanic strength.

  Was this enough?

  Maria’s eyes, filled with overwhelmed bliss as she slurped down his hardened oversized cock, tightening her esophagus on his long rod, gave him all the answer he needed.

  More. He deserved more.

  Strength filled him. Coursed through him. He rapidly eclipsed seven feet, his biceps easily larger than melons. His deltoids like small boulders. Taking a hold of Maria’s skull, he shifted his features, looking deep into her mind for the picture of the ideal vision of handsomeness. His face remained, but the details were all sharpened—cheekbones just so, his nose regal and strong, his hair just a tad thicker and taller.

  He could feel his cock getting longer still, but her body beneath him adapting to it. She would always, from then on, be the most perfectly suited to his cock, his body, his love. She, the first in everything, his First Slave, his Premiere Servant. Her throat muscles molded to his meat, a period of several swift changes to her insides making her function more efficiently for suckling, swallowing, and serving his cock than she ever would be for consuming food. Which was useful, as her diet was rapidly transformed to only require his cum for nourishment. His precum gushed down into her belly, thick and white and dense like syrup, capable of choking a lesser woman.

  But not her. Never her.

  He drove into her mouth, fucking her ever harder and harder, pinning her to the floor with with the force of his motion. He could see, beneath her, where the floor was cracking and breaking, wood tearing upward to reveal the concrete below—and even that was beginning to break and bend.

  But Maria could take it. She reveled in it. Not harmed. Not even bruised—simply exalting in his unstoppable force used on her. As he fucked her mouth, the mouth of his Favorite, he grew in power. And the more he grew in power, the more he exercised that power exclusively on her.

  His control over his own orgasm was complete. Doubt had left him, evaporated like a shadow under the sun of his new understanding. He decided to come, and so he came—a great flood of his supernatural seed emptying out into her belly. It permeated her entire being, sparking a chain reaction of orgasms that would not end for years. Her body was permanently high on bliss, permanently adapted to be riding on waves of orgasm during the entirety of her existence to her Master.

  She deserved such pleasure for showing him what he truly was.

  He slid out from her twitching body, enjoying the sight of her body quivering so from his product. Soon, she would recover—quicker than woman could—and she would be at his side once more.

 
; But there was more to take care of. Robert approached Estelle, his cock dripping down thick globs of cum that could fill tea cups—and that was what was left over.

  “You really sure you don’t want this cock?”

  Her mouth quivered in longing. There weren’t even words left in her lust-overloaded head anymore.

  “Mmhhh!” she moaned. “Nnnnmm!”

  “You’ve been a real bitch to my girl Joslyn,” he said. “So I tell you what. I’m going to see how good you can be. If you can handle some of my cum, I’ll let you take the rest.”

  Quickly, his hand filled with his cum. With a grin, he wiped it down Estelle’s face, slathering her in it.

  She fell to the ground, quaking in orgasm. This is what his cum did now—what he had made his cum do. Robert watched as her body became younger before his eyes—fitter, healthier, bustier. Longer hair, sexier face, everything he liked. A few more shots of his new and improved cum, and she would be everything he knew he deserved in a footstool beneath his royal throne.

  “That’s so hot, Master,” Maria moaned.

  He smirked at his slavebride, already recovered and sliding against his arm once more. Her hands ran worshipfully up and down his new body, eventually resting on his thick, veiny bicep. She kissed and massaged the perfectly cut muscle, thighs mincing as her body continued to shake with waves of pleasure.

  “So perfect,” she whispered, tracing her fingers along his torso. “So perfect.”

  She would have been able to own any country in the world at this point, such was her beauty—such was how he had transformed her. And yet her only allegiance was to her living God.

  The two of them looked at Luciana, still bound right outside the door. She was shaking with lust, her tied hands desperately trying to get to her cunt.

  “Now, you,” Robert said with a grin.

  He broke the chair apart with barely an effort. It was made of solid steel, but it crumbled like rice paper beneath his titanic grip. In seconds he had Luciana's clothes torn off—they were unneeded. She would have to earn the right to wear clothes from now on.

  “I should have known,” Luciana crooned. “I should have known...I should have been worshiping, I should have known...”

  Robert kept her hands bound—a mercy. He remembered that she liked that. And even if she didn't, he enjoyed the idea of her liking it, and now Luciana melted inside as his cock approached her bare pussy and her hands remained bound behind her back.

  “I'm so sorry I didn't...” Luciana babbled. “So sorry. So sorry. I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, I'm...oh, oh fuck yes my King yes!”

  His cock entered her completely—the massive tip barely fitting inside. With rapid concentration and practiced ease, he changed her as he entered her so that her cunt could handle all of him almost as well as Maria could.

  She was a real looker, that was for certain. And just like with Maria, it was always easier to change the beautiful ones to his liking. She would be a favored girl, a lap girl, someone he fucked on the regular like Natalie. At least, until someone better came around.

  Maria slid on Robert's body, taking her usual place. She melded there like hot wax sliding down a candle.

  “Fuck her sir!” Maria cried.

  He knew her cunt hadn’t stopped pounding with blissful orgasms since he’d changed. He had made sure of it, in fact. She would stop cumming when he let her...but her mind would still be intact the entire time.

  If there was anything Robert loved more than anything else, it was hearing all the evil shit that came out of her mouth...and Maria knew it.

  “Fuck her, baby,” Maria moaned, watching Robert's cock slide in and out of Luciana's tight cunt. “Oh Master, oh Daddy, fuck her.”

  Robert shot her a look, unrestrained lust on his face.

  “You like that, Daddy? What if you were my Daddy? You can make me believe it. You can make me believe anything. Just like you can make Luciana here believe she’s my sister. Maybe an older sister of Natalie and mine? And you fuck all of us because our Daddy deserves his little girls’ cunts whenever he wants. Isn’t that hot, just thinking about it?”

  It clearly was. Robert was fucking Luciana harder now than he’d ever fucked anyone—harder, truly, than anyone had ever fucked anyone. If he hadn’t reinforced the Latina's bones and her muscles, she might have been annihilated by now.

  The changes started happening almost without him willing them—but only almost. He wanted to hear that name, that term, from all his girls from now on. A wonderful addition to his nomenclature. He wanted to be every kind of male to them. Every step on the ladder of patriarchy owning their cunts.

  “D-daddy!” Luciana moaned, staring up at Robert now with sudden recognition.

  He wasn't, of course. But that was what she believed now. The man above her was the one who had raised her, who was responsible for her creation...and now he was fucking the daylights from her mind.

  “Oh g-god, Daddy, you're so big inside me!”

  He knew he was. Maria's face was full of wicked ecstasy. Her body, holding on to his, meant that the same change that Luciana felt was felt by her as well.

  “Get her pregnant, Daddy!”

  “Yes, Daddy!” Luciana moaned. “Oh fuck, Daddy! Daddy Master! My Daddy God please! Please get me preggo please!”

  “Breed that little cunt,” Maria urged. “Make her yours. Leave no doubt, Daddy. Breed a fucking litter in her, please!”

  All this talk of pregnancy, breeding, it was too much. Robert erupted inside her. His cum filled the tight young cunt of Luciana, spilling outward. He pulled out and grabbed the nearest wet, warm hole—Luciana's mouth, and continued to cum, pouring down her throat like a broken hose.

  His cum went everywhere, covering all of Luciana in a hot white, wet suit of the stuff. It glistened on her skin for several moments—nearly a minute—before finally it began to be absorbed inside of her. As the cum disappeared, Luciana's beauty increased a hundredfold. Her hair longer, breasts bigger and more gravity-defying, legs longer. She truly looked like Natalie and Maria's older sister.

  Finally, Robert, stooped down to his knees, pulling Maria and Luciana close. His long cock was half-hard in front of him, and both girls kissed and admired his muscles while tracing their gentle fingers over the thick surface of his meat.

  Quinn and Joslyn had entered after the fray. Both busty beauties crawled forward, Joslyn taking special care to grind her heels for a little while on Estelle's twitching body. The rival businesswoman was still a little come-and-go after the heavy dose of Robert's cum. He didn't know if she would live or not, and he didn't care. If a woman couldn't survive his touch, his cum, she didn't deserve to live.

  Joslyn and Quinn both tried to make a pass at cleaning Robert's cock. But Natalie made up the ground from behind them, trotting quickly forward in her tiny tight outfit, and pushed them out of the way. Luciana and Maria, smiling at the arrogant gesture, both kicked Joslyn and Quinn back as well, and then all three of his Favorite girls were on their knees before him, arrogant faces haughtily showing off to the other slaves how best to clean Master's cock.

  He leaned back and sighed, eventually pulling Maria up so she could watch the other two work. Robert liked hearing her ideas about who should be doing what while he was pleasured.

  * * * * *

  Maria loved her life.

  She was the Supreme Queen, the Number One Girl, the First Slave, the Mega Bitch, the Dream Empress, and of course, her favorite title, Master’s Favorite.

  In Robert’s expansive office suite, she sat on his lap as he inspected the latest batch of recruits that had been brought in. Her gloved hand openly stroked his cock. She wore a tight lingerie skirt that didn’t even bother to cover her ass, eagerly attending the brilliant curves of her heart-shaped phenomenon of a behind. The majestic bronze curves of that divine sight were matched only by the rest of her body, similarly clad in smoky dark lingerie with red trim. Tight stockings leading into six-inch heeled platform ballet shoes. Sue
de gloves with ruby buttons attending her hands, wrists, forearms, and elbows.

  Her bra was encrusted with heavy jewels, the product of an annual fashion company’s runway show that no one was supposed to afford. She now possessed more than fifteen of the dream bras, each of them worth more than a million dollars.

  Robert had bought her every one. Money was easy to come by for him. To stretch out his enjoyment, he was only giving them to her a month at a time. This was the third one. She looked spectacular in it, of course—better than any of those models would have or did.

  She had tested it out—some of those models had ended up in Robert’s employ, thanks to a few tactfully planned vacations over the past several months to some beach fronts where they were shooting for their summer swimsuit magazine. Maria and the other models had lingerie contests for Robert’s enjoyment...and Maria always won. Those who made a good showing were placed high in the slave hierarchy.

  Her victory was never in doubt; but even if she were to lose, she would adore the thought of someone even better than her (a thought almost blasphemous) of joining with her glorious Master.

  Of course, not a single one of the jewels were as brilliant as her emerald eyes, shining with complete devotion to the God that her Master had become.

  The girls who entered his office had seen Maria on Robert’s lap immediately. He had made no effort to hide his total domination of the beautiful, haughty Goddess. As she stroked his cock, slippery and slow, she cast an arrogant sneer toward the new crop, as if to say, “Surely, you don’t think even all three could be as good to you as I can?”

  And Maria knew that her darling Robert did not think such nonsense. She was beyond mere mortal women. She was Master’s Favorite, and no amount of normal women could ever match that.

  “Kneel,” said Robert, voice booming.

  Just the sound of his voice was enough to make a hot, sweet little orgasm ripple through Maria’s body. She kissed the side of his face, and when he turned, kissed him full on, whispering soft love notes to him that promised her eternal devotion.