Baptism

An indeterminable amount of time passes. Hours? Days? Who’s to say. But by the end of it, Minerva is a cum stuffed, jizz stained wreck of a former person.

You sit against the far wall next to your gleeful Mistress, as you catch your breath and idly inspect the picturesque horror of your dark deeds.

“I’m so proud of you, my perfect pet. You truly are a prize worth coveting.”

You turn your gaze toward the Mistress and bow your head respectfully. “Thank you, Mistress. It is my pleasure to serve you.”

The Mistress lithely saunters over to Minerva’s semi-conscious, pilloried form. She frowns down at the girl, and slowly smears some of your cum into Minerva’s abused, reddened cheeks. “To think that this useless slut once showed similar promise.”

The Mistress sets her golden gaze upon you with commanding intent. “Do not disappoint me as she has.”

You tiredly get to your knees and bow. “Of course not, Mistress. I live to serve.”

The Mistress beckons you toward her with an index finger, and you crawl diligently beneath her. The Mistress looks down on you with adoration, and begins lightly caressing your cheek.

You look up at her with subservient eyes, and await her desires. The Mistress strokes your hair lovingly and smirks at you. “I want to give you a gift; it's something that I have never bestowed upon anyone. And I want to give it to you right here; right in front of this broken, impetuous slut. Perhaps it will serve as one final undying torment. She will watch you transform; see the life that could have been hers.”

The Mistress slaps Minerva hard across the face, and the girl listlessly looks up to meet her gaze.

“And every time you rape her, she will be reminded of what was lost.”

You leer at Minerva, and bob your head affirmatively. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

The Mistress then unceremoniously begins doffing her tight booty shorts. You instinctively lick your lips in anticipation as the Mistress’s sizable cock flops out before you. She begins stroking it mere inches from your face, and you feel enveloped in the heady scent of her corrupt musk. An intense desire to impale your throat upon the Mistress’s member overwhelms your mind, but you manage to suppress it--adopting a suppliant, perfect posture instead.

The Mistress moans as she masturbates herself in front of you. She looks down at you with maternal pride and bites her lips suggestively. “This place has no shortage of rebellious cumslaves, and each of them requires a heavy handed response.”

You nod agreeably as the Mistress continues her lewd ministration. “I cannot be everywhere at once, which is why I rely on superb individuals such as yourself to break in the…lesser candidates.”

The Mistress grins toothily at you, as you muster up the courage to verbalize an inquiry. “So, does that mean that you only personally train the slaves who most interest you, Mistress?”

The Mistress groans in pleasure as she starts to stroke her length faster. “Indeed. My time is best spent training the trainers. Many of the slaves in this place are natural born sluts, do you understand? It's a core part of who they are, and I have a good eye for detail. They may not immediately recognize it in themselves, but that’s where my talented trainers come in.”

You meet the Mistress’s golden gaze and nod to signify your understanding.

She begins furiously stroking her hard cock, as precum begins dripping slowly onto your prostrated thighs. “But you’re so much more than a basic, nameless slut trainer. From the start, I saw greatness in you; the sort worthy of special treatment. You will aid me in the training of future trainers.”

Your eyes light up with adoration and excitement as the Mistress runs her practiced fingers dotingly through your hair. “My expectations will be exceedingly high for you; higher than any other. Which is why I am offering you this gift; it will aid you in the tasks ahead.”

You shift your head slightly to the side in apparent confusion. “But what is the gift, Mistress?”

She coos in delight as her prodigious phallus swells with impending release. “A transformational baptism.” The Mistress lecherously looks down at you with expectant eyes. “And while I could impose it upon you without consent, it is far more efficacious when used upon a willing candidate.”

You nod slowly as you digest the details of this fortuitous information.

The Mistress pumps herself to the edge and looks down on you with an aroused expression. “Do you consent?”

You take a deep breath and swallow your apprehension. This is what you sacrificed everything for. You’ve already thrown yourself into the abyss; there's no looking back.

You meet the Mistress’s shimmering, golden eyes and nod.

“Say it then, and be blessed.”

“I consent to the transformation, Mistress. Please bless me with your seed.”

Upon hearing these words, the Mistress groans in orgasmic bliss, and strokes herself to completion. You instinctively clench your eyes shut as a voluminous torrent of corrupt cum ceaselessly pumps onto your naked form. Wave after wave of ejaculate bursts forth from her phallus, splashing onto your supplicated body and coating every inch of you in a thin layer of her gooey, delicious semen. You hungrily open your mouth and happily find it filled with the Mistress’s hot ejaculate.

After what feels like an orgasmic eternity, you feel the jizz torrent start to peter out. The Mistress rubs the cum off your eyelids with her fingers, and you warily open them.

You look around briefly and marvel at your cum-covered body. The Mistress inserts her sticky, jizzy fingers into your submissive mouth. You dutifully lick them clean, and then eagerly suck the droplets of cum from her cock without solicitation.

“Thank you for the baptism, Mistress. I live for your pleasure.”

The Mistress coos with delight as she inspects your semen-drenched form. “Welcome to your new life.”