Missionary of lust the belief of submission

It's getting darker as the autumn sun sets on the horizon, making the lights of one March Bailey's home-suburb light up the world in its place. March Bailey herself was getting ready for a halloween party, a very special one too - the Darlington's sisters party no less.

These Darlington's happen to be the most famous girls in school and for no better reason other than that they are hot as hell. Guys over them wherever they went, jerking their cocks in the bathroom stalls just because Chelsie Darlington wore tight pants in school - odd indeed.

March herself was a more modest girl with a mediocre height and weight. Her butt was not the greatest, nor were her legs. Her belly was shapely and soft as was the whole girl, her waist slim enough to not make her look fat. Her breasts were big and soft, grabbable and sensitive on the nipples. Her face was that of an innocent warm and nice girl, but something dwelled inside her, a need, a perversion she couldn't keep in anymore.

March had a cock, 8 inches in length, her most prized possession. She took care of it, made it cum twice a day and rubbed lotion on it to make it extra sensitive and soften the skin. It was for penis standards the perfect tool, big and rough, but beautiful and soft at the same time. Her testicles tight with need and pussy wet and tight to match. She had never wanted to have children and make a family no - she wanted to have wives, she wanted to have a harem of sluts that tended her and took care of her penis for her, because such a perfect thing deserves nothing less. If there was one thing normal about March, it would've been that she liked animals, the fact that you can own them, name them, have them submit.

March had gone and gotten some nipple piercings the other day and wore a loose thin long veil of silk on her, which was so light that if she should walk too fast it would show off everything. The piercings were the hooks keeping the thing on her and a simple pull would be enough to reveal her body - but that was just the reason she was going, she needed servants to tend her naked body.

March drove there and gave a quick look at the house - big for a neighborhood as modern as this, but imposingly beautiful in a way. March decided to call her costume the wraith and ringed the doorbell ready to take the first girl she met and make her the head-slut of her harem - that was her belief. She brought her equipment and boldly stashed them right there on the porch.

The door opened and a moody looking girl with skeleton facepaint greeted her: "Welcome, nice... another bimbo. I'm so retiring from this..." She turned around, but not quick enough for March's hand grabbed that little booty of hers. "Where do you think you are going with that tasty ass of yours." The skeleton did not have a great butt, but it was still rather effective as she did not scream or get violent, but just looked back weirded out and a mask of disgust on her face:

"Hands off bitch. Grab those tits of yours if you want something fat, leave me alone." She turned back again and March started to get frustrated and took one of her weapons, a high powered vibrating dildo behind her back and stuck it between the poor girls legs while grabbing her neck in a ****.

" Wh-what the f..." The skeleton struggled and fell back kicking and trying to scream March's soft hand pressing her face. "There there... let's get these off..." March stuck a ball of cotton in her mouth spiked with some sedatives and pulled the skinny girl's pants down and pushed the dildo directly on her clit making the poor girl scream in pleasure and cry softly as her breathing couldn't keep up with the **** and she started falling asleep.

March smiled and went outside for just enough time to grab a little chastity belt from a stack she left there for easy accessibility. She snapped it on the skeleton and then she tried to **** it off of course, but ended up giving up quickly and finally spitting out the cotton ball. "Y-you c-crazy... BITCH!" March had no intention to her insults and activated the remote control teaser in the chastity belt - one down.

The skeleton girl froze and her mouth opened and eyes turned blank. "Are you feeling better, want to see how the others resist me, huh? What should I call you, slut?" March smiled happy for the ease of this and the skinny girl mummbed with a broken voice: "I-Iris... a-anything, for... you..." Her life forfeit, March made her undress herself completely and took a marker to write Iris on her flat chest with ugly letters. "There you go, want to pee for me. Do it right there, why won't you?'' March tested her **** and tongue out she did as her master commanded and peed on the carpet with no shame, just fear and lust.

"Good girl, you deserve sitting, sit." She fell down and hugged her legs shaking in terror and absolute lust. March saw this as good and saw some other girls here too, so many chances, so many little sluts to take as her own. So many little cunts to prison in her cages.