You wake up in the morning, and notice some changes.

Awareness slowly comes back to you, your mind moving sluggishly. You can feel a painful throb in your forehead, much like the time you tried too much cider during the winter festival your first year as an adult.

You groan quietly, feeling the pull of sleep calling to you. But, even as you begin to contemplate returning to the welcome darkness, your well trained mind shoves that idea from your head.

"I must awake and serve my Master."

It is but one thought, yet it sets you in motion. You open your eyes and sit up, gasping in surprise as you feel an unfamiliar weight upon your chest. You quickly look down and see the source. Your breasts seem to have grown significantly, rivaling even those of Gabrielle. In addition, both your nipples have been pierced and a golden chain runs between the two golden rings that are now threaded through your flesh. Attached to the chain connecting your bosoms, there is a second gold chain that falls loosely down, the excess length gathering in a golden pool between your legs.

"This is your leash, ****. It pleasures you to have your Master pull on it."

The voice in your head is your own, but you know the words come from your Master. You are tempted to play with your new accessory, but you decide to continue getting ready. You Master demands your obedience, and obedience is pleasure. Already your can feel a small buzz of energy building up in your clit as you slide off the table and get to your feet.

You can see your Master, asleep on the War Mother's bed, and you know that it will be your duty to awaken him properly. Before you can however, you must prepare yourself properly to please his gaze. You don't know how you know the information, but you are already aware of the exact appearance that your Master finds most appealing.

You quickly, but quietly, move to the wash basin in the room and begin tending to yourself. The entire procedure takes only ten minutes, but you have to fight the urge to hurry through it. The first glimpse your Master has of you must be perfect. You tie your hair up in a loose pony tail, all the easier for your Master to grab, and shave away the stubble that had freshly grown in your arm pits. Your hands move steadily, guided by your own experience, and the perverted sexual desires of Thoros. At some time during the night, your bush had been shaved into a neat triangle, and you check to make sure that it is not in need of a touch up.

While you are in the process of caring for your appearance, the War Mother comes up behind you and begins her own perpetration. Her movements are no where near as fluid as your own, they are slow and mechanical, like a puppet hung on strings. She too ties her hair up in a pony tail and shaves herself. As you watch her, you notice that her once iron grey hair has return to it's former onyx black, and that her breasts have been enlarged as well. Just like you, her nipples have been pierced, and a chain connects the two piercings.

The soft buzz from your cunt has intensified, your continued obedience pushing your pleasure further towards an orgasm. Perhaps, if you are good, your Master will give you permission to masturbate. So wound up are you at the moment, that it would take no time at all before you had yourself squirting and screaming in climax.

Once the Gisella finishes her preparation, the two of you move in unison to the bed. Moving to opposite sides, you climb onto the sheets and crawl to your Master's throbbing shaft. So perverted is Thoros, that even in his sleep his imposing cock does not become flaccid. Without a word, both you and Gisella place your lips upon the crown of the shaft and begin kissing his member. It takes the two of you a few moments of practice to keep from pushing through the shadowy form of your Master, but soon you learn to pleasure His ethereal flesh without pushing through it.

The two of you work in tandem, somehow already programmed with the exact knowledge of your Master's most sensitive areas. While you work the head of your Master's cock, your sister **** tends to the shaft. In no time at all your Master is groaning in his sleep, and you can feel his shaft twitching and throbbing under your careful manipulations. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you understand that one of you would normally have mounted Thoros by now, using your tight pussy to draw the demon to orgasm and the milk out the last of his seed. Fantasies play through your mind of tonguing and sucking his lewd testicles, while your sister **** rides his shaft. You can see Thoros' powerful orgasm, and watch as Gisella slides off him, her snatch filled full of his tainted fluids. Your fantasy continues, as you move to lick your Master's shaft clean, while the War Mother lies next to him, seed slowly running out of her.

All of this is a glorious future for you to look forward to, once you have completed your quest. For the moment however, you must make due with this limited form of contact in order to serve your Master.

Soon, Thoros' moaning and grunting becomes urgent, and you can tell his release is upon him. Indeed, you had just moved your lips to his tip, when suddenly a rush of heat passes into your mouth. A moment later, your taste buds are overwhelmed by a salty, sweet, flavor as your Master ejaculates into your hungry opening. Your momentary flash of disappointment at the lack of jizz to drink is completely washed away by the sudden flood of perverted sexual energy that floods your body. You were already close to cumming, and this has only made it worse. You are teetering on the edge, ready to fall over at the slightest breeze to pass your aching cunt. Despite your body screaming for release, you know that you can not touch yourself until given permission by the Master. And, judging by how he is moving, you may soon be luck enough to receive the command you so desire.

Thoros smiles, as he sees his to enthralled sluts gazing at him. "Ah, the perfect way to awaken. Once I have been fully restored to this world, I will be able to enjoy far more than fleeting licks and kisses from my servants."

You nod eagerly at this, still **** for release. Your Master, however, does not see fit to grant it to you, for now at least. He moves to get out of bed and you and your sister **** move with him. Standing up, he walks towards the door of the War Mother's chambers, and once again you move to follow.

"It is time to address my army. They have had the night to claim their prizes, and to enjoy the fruits of their conquests. Now we must begin the preparations to bring more of our demon allies over to this world."

He turns to look at you, and smiles malevolently. "While you are removing the last obstacles to my glorious return, we will be strengthening our forces for the invasion to come. Now, ****, open the door."

You move without hesitation, opening the door wide for Thoros. "Yes Master! I obey!"

You turn back to your Master, and watch as he raises his hand to you. He speaks only one word. "Leash."

You immediately grab your leash and place the end into his grasp. Somehow, even though he is only a shadow of his true self, he is able to hold onto it. A whorish moan escapes your lips as you witness yet another sign of your enslavement. Your moan rises suddenly to a shriek of surprise and pleasure as your Master gives your leash a small, but firm, tug causing your piercings to pull on your nipples.

The sudden stimulation is enough to push you over the edge. So powerful is the orgasmic wave sweeping through your body that your legs give out, and you fall limply to the floor. Even as you fall, you cry out your gratitude to your Master, thanking him for allowing you to cum. Gasping and squirming, you ride out your release on the ground before Thoros, your sister **** watching the entire scene with a blank expression.

You Master only gives you a short time to recover, however, before you feel another tug on your leash.

"Stand ****, we do not have all day."

The last thing you want to do is to rise to your feet, preferring to stay on the stone floor basking on the afterglow. Your Master has given you an order, however, and orders must be obeyed. Using the door to steady yourself, you rise slowly to your feet. Your Master has already stepped through the door, and is moving past you down the hall, now hold Gisella's leash as well as your own. You quickly fall into step behind him, following him to where ever he plans to go next. As you walk, you suddenly feel the urge to push out your newly expanded cleavage. You are confused for a moment before you once again hear your own voice in your head.

"A **** represents her Master. She must always behave appropriately to avoid embarrassing her Master."

With that final thought, your mind goes blank, and you continue following Thoros.