Current Day

Being turned into a sexual consort was a time consuming process, one that saw Kaylee’s mind twisted and warped until her defiance slowly bled away.

Valore proved all too skillful at driving her practically insane. When the blonde devil was finished, Kaylee felt ruined, she was left drooling in a blind stupor while suspended in the air in her restraints.

When Valore finally left her side, Kaylee hoped that meant it was over. Those hopes were quickly dashed as she heard the masters voice, his words sounding like music to her ears.

“We shall begin with the next stage.” Those were the words the master spoke once her training had truly begun.

The sound of a buzzing tattoo needle immediately caught her attention.

Kaylee fought against the clamps, and other restraints, as Survyn Haraxis studied her body, strobing his fingers along the curves of her breasts, and admiring how her abdominal muscles were formed over her belly. He was even more obsessed with her back, and that seemed to be the core of whatever artwork he was about to forever mark on her body.

The moment the needle touched her skin, Kaylee gasped with pain…and something else. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as the master diligently began his work.

The tattoos were excruciating, and the master enjoyed drawing each of them. From the base of her neck, along her collarbone, all the way down to her ankles, he worked, treating every inch of her flesh as a canvas for his painful artwork.

It took hours, with only slight gaps in between the session for the master to eat, and ponder the next tattoo.

She reviled him, spat and fought against the restraints pinning her in place. Whenever she was close to breaking free, the master would punish her in a new, and inventive, way. Each time Kaylee threatened to mess up the tapestry that was becoming his masterpiece, the master pricked her nether lips with another ringed piece of exotic jewelry, and after a full day of scratching pain, Kaylee could feel the weight of them tugging on her tender folds.

The pain was blinding, but after the first full day her strength waned, and the pain seemed to somehow morph into a sick, almost twisted, form of pleasure. Other things seemed to gradually induce a latent sense of euphoria, the light in the room, the smell of incense, the sounds of buzzing needles, and the feeling of warm air brushing against her skin; all of it seemed to somehow stimulate her body towards a feeling of pleasure.

Kaylee passed out from exhaustion every few hours, then would come too, only to find more of her skin was glowing from the strange magical ink. The only portions of her body that the master had spared were her breasts, her supple rear cheeks, and the narrow slip between her legs. Everything else, short of her face and neck, was a grand illustration of glorious rapture, the tattoos glowing with a latent purple-pinkish light.

When the pain had finally ebbed, in its place was a dull throbbing ache that stimulated her nerves, making her crave something special, something primal.

While she couldn’t make out anything drawn on her back, the mirror in front of her illustrated the grand visage of her entire frontal body, layered with glowing tattoos. The symbols and etchings were hard to make out through her shaking vision, but clearly, the master wanted them to highlight each muscular groove and curve of her physique. She was so layered in decoration, it was hard to discern what her original skin color was, had one not been looking at her face.

When the master freed her from the restraints, Kaylee found her body responding to his touch with arousal. Such displays of affection seemed wrong to her…at first, but slowly Kaylee found the masters cruel fingers irresistible.

She followed him to another room, where she was washed with healing balms, and pleasant smelling lotions. His hands were suddenly quite gentle, and her exhausted mind registered this as comforting. He treated her as if she were something precious to him, and that made her feel…safe…even desired.

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Clothing was no longer an option for her, at least not a comfortable one. Whenever fabric touched the portions of her skin that were tattooed, which was most of her body, it caused her skin to burn and itch profusely. The master made it a point to let her know that only the most salacious of garments would do from now on.

The jewelry was removed, although the master gave her a set of priceless gold rings for her nipples to wear when she was in the home. The master found them especially erotic, and fashioned them to go with her dark purple aureoles.

The clothing he gave her, placing them on a table, included a set of plastic nubs that would cover her nipples, and a thong that would barely cover her lower lips. There was a narrow line around her hips that the master had spared from the magical ink, specifically so that she could have the string of the thong wrap around it.

She looked at the clothing, and imagined what they would look like on her. Kaylee knew she should’ve felt embarrassed, but…the master had done so much work to highlight her beautiful body…why should it be hidden for all to see?

So much had changed, her body most of all. Kaylee could feel a budding warmth in her breast, and feel it gradually expanding to the surface, spreading with each lungful of air. Veins popped against her skin, and clear pinkish fluid began dripping from each of her jeweled nipples. Every few seconds a shudder would cause her body to lurch, and a sharp, harsher, spurt of milk would jettison out from one, or both, of them.

Her nipples throbbed from unspent pressure. They had both grown by several centimeters, and her breasts were slowly swelling. Looking down at her beautiful nipples, Kaylee could see they were now stout and perky, there reddish color having changed to a dark purple hue.

It wasn’t just her physical body that changed. Her loins were soaking wet, her lust spilling down her legs, and her mind couldn’t stop thinking of pleasuring herself. Kaylee wanted to be touched, and she wanted the master to be the one to feel her. Looking over at him, she started to wonder what his manhood looked like. Were Redever’s really that different from a human? Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen a human’s erection before either.

“How do you feel?” the Masters voice caused her to moisten. “These tattoos look marvelous on you. They’ll even disguise the stretch marks you’ll gain soon. But don’t worry, I can already tell that you’ll be even more beautiful after having a child or two.”

Kaylee’s eyelids fluttered while thinking how to respond. Her voice was a wet sultry rasp, “I…don’t…know.”

There was a knock from the door behind them, and the master seemed frustrated by the sudden interruption. He gently guided Kaylee to a chair, and helped her sit down. Kaylee’s legs were shaking, her body malnourished from days of…training, and she was relieved to sit on a padded seat for once.

She couldn’t overhear what the master was saying to Valore, who stood at the doorway, but she didn’t really care. Kaylee just wanted someone to sate her newfound cravings. Even hunger and thirst were nothing compared to the lust building inside her.

The master returned quickly enough. He leaned in close, forcing her hand away from between her legs. “Just relax, Valore will take care of you for now. You still need a little more training anyway, but don’t worry, you’ll be ripe with child before you know it.”

Kaylee squealed as the master gracefully cupped her breast in hand, and applied the smallest pinch to her purple nipple. Her milk gave way in a violent spurt, making a mess on the floor beneath them.

“Impressive,” Valore eyed the stains with interest as she advanced into the room. “She’ll make an excellent wet nurse.”

“You mind helping her for the next couple of hours?” The master asked her, letting go of Kaylee’s breast.

Valore nodded playfully. “Oh I’ll take good care of her. She’s in the finishing stretches of her training, so it’s all down hill from here. When you get back, she’ll be nice and obedient for you.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Survyn smiled, reaching out to brush Valore’s golden locks.

“I know darling,” Valore returned a wink. “Just don’t be disappointed if she proves…unsatisfactory. Virgins take time to learn how to best please a learned husband, and I’d hate to see her sold to someone else.”

The master was about to say something when he stopped himself. He placed a hand on Valore’s shoulder, while his tail ran up her leg. Whispering something in her ear, Valore grinned while letting him stroke her undercarriage.

Kaylee watched the master pleasure his other wife, using his tail to drive her steadily to climax, all the while Valore looked at Kyle with a curious expression.

When the master had finished, Valore quaking with pleasure in his grasp, he whispered something else in her ear that caused her cheeks to burn.

“Of course husband, I’ll do better next time,” she smiled.

The master kissed her on the cheek before withdrawing himself from her. He looked over to Kaylee with even more interest.

“Soon,” he said to her, before turning away.

Kaylee watched as the master strode out of the room, leaving Valore behind to cater to her last hours of meager resistance.