I Somehow Made a Sub a Sadist, too.

	"Split into groups of two." Petrov waves a hand dismissively as he turns to sit at his desk. "I'll be grading your results in ninety minutes, starting now." He plops down in his chair, slapping the start button on a timer on his desk. He begins shuffling through papers, and everyone stands to negotiate arrangements.
	"Lin." Mistress turns to Lin, giving her a playful swat on the shoulder. "You need to get some practice in with enchantment, don't you? I'll help you with this."
	Lin shifts her eyes to me, and then back to Max. "Uh, sure, Max. But," she flicks her head over in my direction. "Shouldn't you be able to ace this with Liz?"
	I can feel my eyes light up with glee. Lin just passed on an opportunity for personal time with Mistress for me. She really is a good friend.
	Mistress tilts her head in thought. "Well, I suppose you're right, but you really need the practice. We can't have you slipping this far behind." Mistress looks at me. "Right, Liz?"
	I want to object, but I swallow my complaints and nod. "I suppose so, Mistress. If that's what you think is best."
	"Hey, hey." Mistress gives me a smile and rubs on my shoulders. I want to embrace her right now, but we're in public. We didn't do anything fun this morning, so I'm really worked up. "Don't be all sad like that, Liz. I promise I'll study extra long with you tonight to make up for it." Mistress brings her face to eye-level with me, and looks at me with strength in her expression. "We need to all be at our best. I'd be doing everyone a disservice by ignoring everyone else but you, including you. Understand?"
	I sigh in irritation and fluff some hair over my shoulder, shrugging indifferently. "Alright, I guess." I turn away to go search for another partner, and take a look back over my shoulder. "You better make good on your promise to study with me, or I'm gonna be mad."
	Mistress laughs and waves off my stern reminder. "I promise, now quit being such a sourpuss."
	By the time I've broken off from the other two, most of the class has already paired off. I scan around, seeing nobody of particular interest, until my eyes settle on a girl with white hair. There's something about her that irks me, in an exciting way. Like a problem that I'm happy came up. It's not the girl herself that bothers me, it's what she's doing.
	She's staring at Mistress.
	She's staring at Mistress with a vacant, happy expression on her face.
	She's thinking about Mistress in one of those ways.
	She must like Mistress.
	I don't like that. I don't like it at all. Before I notice, I've already walked over to her and gotten her attention. She's probably harmlessly admiring Mistress, but I have to make sure. I smile, trying my hardest to be polite and pleasant to her. "Hi, I'm Liz. I need a partner. You want to work together?"
	"Liz? Elizabeth Lawson?" She blinks a couple of times, her sharp green eyes adjusting and focusing on my face. "Aren't you Max's friend?"
	I shrug. "I suppose you could say that." I'm not sure about this girl, so I'm assuming she's meaning only well by her admiration. After all, Mistress is very pretty and personable. "So, you want to work together?"
	"Huh?" I can see her eyes jerk slightly as her mind processes what I ask of her. She blinks twice, and then nods once. "Yeah, that'd be great. Sure." She reaches over and pulls one of the nearby desks next to hers. "You can sit here."
	She seems really polite and normal. That makes me relieved, because that means she's not very likely to do anything extreme like talk to Mistress in private. With how Mistress handles her sex drive, I have to take care to make sure she doesn't go around bedding every girl in sight. I try my hardest to keep Mistress under control, but Mistress is definitely right; her sex drive is too unnatural for one girl. I've come to accept that. Lin and Breakfast mean only the best for Mistress, so I am always happy to see Mistress take one of them. I know they won't do anything to hurt Mistress.
	It's this girl that I don't trust. Something is wrong about her. The more I look in her direction as we begin setting up the framework of our project, the more I feel like she's keeping distant. I decide to strike up a conversation with her, and keep a closer watch on her body language.
	I lean forward and smile innocently. "So, what's your name?"
	The girl turns to me, her white hair shifting so smoothly like fine silk. She has really pretty hair. Her green eyes are so sharp and energetic. I'm only interested in Mistress, and maybe Lin for something off the wall, but even so, I feel drawn into her eyes. They make me feel safe.
	That feeling of unwarranted security sets off about two dozen different alarms in my head, three of them being magical.
	"My name?" She points to herself, and then gasps. "Oh! I didn't tell you my name. Wow, sorry." She smacks herself in the forehead with her palm, laughing nervously. "My name is Alicia. Alicia Marlin."
	"Well, it's nice to meet you, Alicia." I reach out and twiddle a pencil on my desk. "So, you mentioned Max earlier." It's getting hard for me to call Mistress by her name. It just doesn't feel natural any more.
	Alicia nods and shrugs dismissively. "Yeah, Max seems like a nice person to get to know. There's a severe lack of amicable people around here. Especially in the middle of the class, where my grades stand." She sighs anxiously. "I'm actually only one position above being on the so-called 'floor' of the graduating bracket. It's not fun, let me tell you." She twists her lip in annoyance, staring off at nothing in particular in the direction of Mistress. "Especially when there's only three people more than the maximum allowed graduating students. It's a damn war zone down here with finals coming in a month. At least ten different people that I know of are plotting ways to either get ahead or put someone else out of the running." Her eyes settle on Mistress for a moment, and then flick back to me. "It must be nice being at the top, no worries about getting to the next year."
	She is technically right, seeing as how the three of us have managed to stay somewhere in the top fifteen percent of the class in ranking. I've been in the top three students the entire year. Aside from protecting myself from jealous, weaker mages, it's been surprisingly quiet, compared to the reports that surface regarding the missing students.
	I feel a small amount of sympathy for her for a split second, and another safeguard mental ward chimes. "Well, if you keep your head down and make sure to do your best on the final, you're actually probably in a good position."
	"Yeah, that would probably work." She responds as she sets down her water bottle, which is about half-full, on her desk. "But what about the year after that? I'm worried I may not have the snuff up to manage getting in the top half of that class with that attitude." She sighs, irritated. Her eyes settle on Mistress again. "I need a safety net eventually. I need some leverage with the higher-ups." She doesn't look away from Mistress.
	I try my hardest to remain casual, despite being sure that something is plotting in that damned head of hers. "So, what were you thinking about doing?" I drop the question, and then begin to expand my mental field to envelop Alicia. She doesn't notice.
	Alicia leans back in her chair, in thought. She takes a glance at me, and I smile back naturally, quirking an eyebrow to prod her to answer me. "I was thinking of talking to you guys, actually." She answers, and then starts fiddling with the enchantment construct that is going to be used for the project. I'm pushing in on her head and heart with my field. I'm going to find what is wrong with this seemingly normal girl. That irk from before is still there, and I will root out the source, even if I get caught.
	I look at her quizzically. "Why talk to us?" I dig into her heart and find nothing. I twist around in her mind, surveying everything. Aside from a few innocent wards that I easily bypassed, there's nothing magical there.
	"I..." She begins to respond, and then her eyes take on a more serious look. She sighs at length, her eyes slowly sliding over to lock on mine. "The eyes."
	My mind blanks out for an instant. I shut my eyes and shake my head in confusion. "Sorry, what?"
	This time, she sighs even harder, and much louder. "It's the eyes, you moron. Quit digging in my head." She has a very sour look on her face, like I just complicated her daily life. "For an Archmagi apprentice, you sure are one dumb bitch."
	After a small moment of shock, I feel anger well up in the back of my head. I spit out a retort with venom. "Excuse me?"
	At this point, her face takes on an uncannily sinister, snide grin. "I said you're an idiot."
	I lower my voice, and dig my magic field into her eyes. "What's your angle, Alicia?" As my magic field pushes into those sharp, beautiful green eyes of hers, a shock not unlike a bad static spark hits me right in the chest.
	Those eyes are literally flooded with enchantment. They're not even eyes at this point. They're weapons. Beautiful, dangerous, and alluring weapons.
	"My angle?" She puts a hand to her chest in mock offense. "Why, I'm going to use Max to get over the hump in front of me, and ride her all the way to the top. What else would I do?"
	My teeth grind together, and my jaw feels like it's going to rip in two. "You're awfully upfront about your evil little plan for such a third-rate magus."
	"It's because I don't need to learn any magic, idiot." She leans in close and gazes hard into my eyes with her own. My wards prevent any of the magic from pushing in to dangerous areas. "Who needs magic when I've got looks like these, and the eyes of a gorgon?"
	"Gorgon eyes."
	"Yes, gorgon eyes. I can take anyone's will with these eyes. Even your dear little Max." She leans to the side, and whispers in my ear. "I'm going to take her, that Lin girl, and you. I'm going to own all of you like my little harem of whores." She giggles quietly. "Don't try and resist. Mortals, even apprentice mages like you, won't be able to brush me off so easily."
	I take a deep breath, and try my hardest not to kill her in front of everyone here. "You're awfully honest about your intents, Alicia." I turn and look her right in the face, fairly certain that I could kill her with the amount of hatred spilling from my eyes. "That's a good way to end up dead, or worse, around here."
	She snorts, a smug grin on her face. "I don't care. I can win even if an archmage attacks me."
	"Then why haven't you?"
	"Because, dear," she leans back into her seat, taking a comfortable distance from me, "I want to keep myself off the radar. I will strike soon, but just late enough to prevent too much suspicion."
	"I could have you reported to the Archmage society right now."
	"On what grounds?" She shrugs sarcastically. "I haven't done anything."
	"I--"
	"Alicia?" Petrov leans back in his office seat, motioning to her. "Could you come speak with me for a moment?"
	Alicia drops all hostility and turns to Petrov. "Yes, professor." She stands and begins making her way toward Petrov.
	I wait for just long enough, and then begin digging through my backpack. I search frantically for something to use to put her out of commission quietly. I look up, and she's talking calmly with Petrov. He pushes her a form and hands her a pen.
	As he does that, he looks at me. He takes one last glance at Alicia to make sure she's not looking, and then gives one curt nod to me.
	I smile cheerily and nod, taking a glance over at Mistress and Lin. They're working on their project and chatting happily. I feel relieved, and renew my efforts. As I begin to turn back down to my bag, I settle on her water bottle. An idea flashes through my mind, and I begin my work with urgency.
	I rifle through the front pouch of my bag, and pull out a small glass vial of a clear, crystalline powder. Giving it a couple of flicks to loosen up the particles, I uncork the tiny vial, and pour about half of the content into her water bottle. That should be enough poison to knock her unconscious and make her delirious, but not kill her. The only problem is that the poison will take a while to have an effect. Probably a little over three hours. Taking into account class time, I figure that means she'll be passing out about ten minutes after class ends. I formulate my plans and nod to myself, capping the vial and stowing it away in my bag. I pick up her water bottle and give it a few vigorous shakes, and then set it back down in the same exact spot.
	At this moment, Alicia finishes signing the last document, and then returns after thanking the professor. I take one last look at Petrov, and he purses his lips, going back to reading his papers. Having connections with the Archmagi society truly is a blessing, sometimes. I'll be able to prepare and execute my work in perfect privacy.
	Alicia plops back down in her seat and grins at me. "Have fun thinking over what I've said?" She smiles coyly. "Tell you what, I'll let you all keep your sanity if you agree to obey me. Same result, less mess." She picks up her water bottle with her thumb and index finger, swirls it around a couple of times, and then take a sip. Then another sip. She sets the bottle down. "How about it?"
	I try my hardest not to grin like a maniac. "I think I'll pass. You're overconfident and arrogant. I'd go insane obeying you willingly, anyway."
	Alicia shrugs with a smug look on her face. "Your loss. Max and Lin's, too." She takes another sip from her water bottle and begins working on the project.

	Over the course of the next hour, we manage to finish the project, getting my usual high marks, as well as Alicia receiving a good grade. Class lets out about twenty minutes after that, leaving me with about ten minutes before the drug should be kicking in on Alicia. I decide to tail her out of the school until she passes out.
	Approaching Mistress and Lin, I shrug in deference. "Sorry, Mistress, Lin. I got called for a meeting with the society. You guys go on back home. I'll teleport myself back nearby and walk the rest of the way after that."
	"You sure, Liz?" Mistress looks at me worriedly. "We can both wait for you until you get out."
	"Oh, no, no." I wave my hands at her. "You need not wait for me, Mistress. Besides, the meeting will probably be a long and strenuous one. It'll be hours before I can return."
	Mistress sighs and shrugs, nodding. "Alright, Liz. You're good enough to take care of yourself nowadays, so I'll leave it to you." She motions to Lin. "Come on, Lin, let's head back."
	"Alright." Lin turns back to me. "Take care of yourself, Liz."
	I wave cheerily and turn away, departing from Mistress and Lin. Making my way around the corner behind me, I return to the exit of the classroom, where Alicia has just stepped out. She look a bit sluggish.
	Alicia stretches long and hard, letting out a yawn and a groan. "Man, that project wore me out, I guess." She stops mid-stride and looks at me. Her grin slithers back onto her stupid, attractive face. "Oh, hey, it's the dumb bitch." She turns to me. "I was actually hoping I'd see you around."
	I cross my arms and look at her disapprovingly. "Why's that?"
	"Oh, no big reason." She turns and starts walking away. I follow her at a good ten-steps distance. "I just wanted to tell you all about what I wanted to do to Max."
	"...Like what?"	I ask with a hard, cold voice.
	"Oh, you know, how I'd take that beautiful face of hers and run my tongue all over, savoring how delicious she is." She twists her thighs a little in the middle of her step. "How I'd make her fall in love with me, and mark her with a beautiful tattoo right on her neck. I'll make her my property and announce it to everyone." She giggles excitedly, but stumbles over her feet. She's slowly dipping into a more and more tired state. "She'd...she'd love it, too, y'know."
	"How interesting."
	"I kn...know right?" She laughs again, like a severely drunken old man. "Oh, man, you...I am going to love ma...making you squirm."
	At this moment, Alicia trips over her own leg, and flops down onto the floor. I walk two steps closer, closing the gap to eight. "I guess I could say the same to you." I smile happily, and pull two zip-ties from my pocket.
	Alicia laughs, halfway oblivious to the world around her. "Wow...what, uh, what's up with that shit coming from your stupid mouth?"
	"I may be stupid," I take three more steps, closing the gap to five, "but you're certainly far dumber than I am."
	Alicia laughs, but her laugh tapers off to a weak, nervous giggle half-way through. "What...what are...you...huh?"
	"It's kinda pathetic how out of it you are." I take three more steps, and bring the gap to two. Alicia tries to scoot away from me, but is too weak and disoriented to use her legs or arms competently. "I might have overcompensated. I certainly hope your heart doesn't stop."
	"...H-huh~?" She's lying on the ground, breathing slowly. She seems delirious and unable to speak clearly. As I take two steps, now standing over her, all she does is groan at me and roll over, passing out right at my feet. She doesn't even look scared. She must have been hit hard before she realized it.
	"It's okay, Alicia." I bend down and pet her head. Her eyelids are fluttering, and her eyes are lazily sliding around in an unstable circle. I hold my zip-ties in my other hand. "Just go to sleep, and I will take care of everything."
	She opens half of her mouth to speak, but her eyes shut, and her mouth closes back. She's breathing peacefully, and, after I shake her once or twice, confirm that she's heavily asleep. I take my zip-ties, and secure her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows, putting a thick rag between her flesh and the ties. I don't want to deal with blood from the struggling.
	After I secure her, I pick up the now-sleeping bitch, and carry her into a nearby closet, where it appears the faculty stores janitorial supplies. After dragging her in and laying her down on the ground, I shut and lock the door behind me, and turn on the light. After that, I take a seat against the door, opposite of the sleeping beauty.

	An hour passes as I play games on my phone, before I hear her first groan. I take a cursory glance up at her, and then get back to my game. I want to wait for her to be at least mostly lucid again before I start my work. I have all the time in the world, and I want to enjoy this.
	Another twenty minutes pass, with Alicia becoming slowly more and more active. She goes from the occasional moan, to twitching, to rolling around on the floor, still half-asleep and unable to register her situation. As she finally starts to attempt to lift herself into a sitting position, I pocket my phone and remove a small rag from my backpack. I stand and move myself over Alicia, and silently look her over.
	She has that magnificently white hair, and her green eyes have started to focus on the world around her. She's twisting around in a lurid way, and it almost looks sensual. She has two breasts that I can easily estimate to be larger than Breakfasts by maybe half a cup size, and her skin is a clean, smooth white, with just the lightest touch of caramel to it. Her lips are full and balanced, and she has wide, sensual hips. To be perfectly honest, she's beautiful. I'm getting a little worked up just looking at her. Mistress and her romps involving Lin have made me come to appreciate the female body in ways I'd never seen before.
	I twist my legs around in arousal at the situation, and then drop to my knees, holding Alicia flat against the floor, face-up, by her shoulders. That seem to get her attention fairly well, as she snaps out of her half-lucid dreamlike state, and focus on my face, hovering ever closer to hers.
	She groans a little as her mind takes in the situation. "Liz? What the--"
	I take my right hand, and, without rearing back, take a fast, smart jab at her face, slapping her with an open hand.
	"You will..." I take a deep breath, excitement washing over me. "You will refer to me as Madam Lawson." I put my hand on her reddened cheek and rub it gently, caressing her beautiful face. "I would make you call me Mistress, but that would only confuse our Mistress. Madam Lawson will have to do."
	Alicia is clearly confused, and turns her head slightly to the side, attempting to move her arms. Finding that she can't move her arms, she seems to become more alarmed. "Wha--"
	I slap her again in the same place, and then grab her head by the cheek and back of her neck, cradling it in my hand like a fragile piece of art. "You will not ask questions without prefacing them with 'Madam Lawson', do you understand?"
	Alicia blinks twice, trying to register the command through the sting of being slapped in the face so hard. A single tear forms out of the corner of her right eyes, and rolls down the side of her face and down the back of her jawline. She grits her teeth and looks ready to scream. We can't be having that.
	Taking the rag in my left hand, I wait for her to open her mouth. I smile peacefully. "Do not cause me trouble, woman, or I will make you suffer."
	Alicia's eyes twitch and open wide. She throws her head forward. "FUCK Y--"
	At this moment, I stuff her mouth, all the way back to the opening of her throat, with the rag. I bend over further, holding her head to the floor with both of my hands as she reflexively tries to swallow, and begins gagging. Her wide eyes change in tone from anger to fear. I breath in slowly, savoring the moment. I breathe out over her, making a moaning, excited whisper. "All you have to do is obey, and all of the pain will stop."
	Alicia breathes in raggedly through her nose, and makes a small whimper. She's looking me right in the face, and I can feel her trying her hardest to overpower my with those literally god-damned eyes of hers. I sit there for well over two minutes simply staring at her in silence with a blissful, loving smile on my face. I feel so elated, watching her get more and more frustrated. Watching her wear herself out is so exhilarating. I feel like a powerful predator in the wild, now. I had known I was a submissive person after I met Mistress, but it seems I'm also a sadist to those that are below me. I revel in my realization.
	It feels amazingly empowering.
	Alicia eventually thrashes violently in a final spasm of futility, and then goes limp and stares at me, frustration flowing out of her eyes figuratively and literally. I turn her head to the side and drag my tongue over her jawline, up her cheek, and lick away the tears. I do this for both sides, and then giggle, running the tip of my tongue over her forehead and down the ridge of her nose. I'm breathing raggedly, and my crotch feels damp and swollen. I gyrate my hips, rubbing my groin against her stomach, and laugh to myself.
	Alicia closes her eyes forcefully and tries to turn away. She's still too weak to resist very much, so I hold her head in place. I place a small kiss on her forehead, and she seems to calm down momentarily. "I really want to hear your pretty voice, my pet. Will you promise to keep yourself quiet if I take out the rag?" I gently tug at the corner sticking out of her mouth. "If you scream or try anything else, though," I give a long, excited lick from her chin to her upper lip, placing a dirty, sloppy kiss on her stuffed lips, "I'll gag you again, and your suffering will be twice as bad as I'm already planning." I flash a motherly smile. "Understood?"
	She takes a long, hard look at me, and I can visibly see the hardness drain from her face. With one long, pained sigh, she nods twice in my hands.
	"Good pet." I stroke her hair over once or twice, playing with the silken white strands for a moment. I do this over and over again, lulling her into a kind of trance. As she slips away, I push my magical energy through my palms and into her temples, diving into her mind. As I penetrate her psyche, she freezes up and then goes totally slack.
	I see her whole, undamaged mind in front of me. Well, almost undamaged; she's visibly shaken, and I can see small pieces of her confidence and ego starting to flake away at a constant rate. It's nice that she's been knocked down a peg, but I'm not letting it stop there.
	I reach out and feel along the cracks and seams of her mind, and find a point somewhere in her memory banks that seems particularly soft. Experimentally, I push through it and shatter the connecting pieces. Alicia jerks in my hands as her eyes dilate and go blank for an instant before returning back to normal. she looks at me, and I can see the mix of terror and confusion in her head as she tries to comprehend the sudden loss.
	Next, I find her inhibitions and rational thought, and punch them into pieces, save for the shreds of her rationality that will keep her obedient and moderately intelligent. I remove all of her inhibitions, and implant a libido and fetish tolerance that no normal human could logically, or should morally, possess.
	Sadly, my magical potential runs out right there, and I lose my grip on her mind. I come out of this state and take a look at Alicia. She's crying even more, and seems to be under extreme mental stress. She still seems barely lucid enough to comprehend what happened. Damn, I guess I'll have to get that out of her system the hard way.
	Releasing her head, I use one hand to gently pull the rag from her mouth, and the other to start working at her white blouse.
	Alicia breathes in deeply, as her airway becomes unobstructed. She can't seem to speak very loudly. "What...what did you do to me?" Her face scrunches up in agony. "Who am I? Where am I?" She begins to sob intensely. She yelps and struggles again. "I'm scared! Don't touch me!"
	"Hey!" I stop my work and get right in her face, with a stern look. "What did I tell you, bitch? Don't yell, or I'll make it hurt more."
	Alicia, in her now-deranged and confused state, panics for a short amount of time. She's breathing rapidly, and twisting around to try to find something to relate to. She can only find me, her master. "Who am--"
	I slap her hard across her left cheek, getting a whimper from her. At this point, I'm so frustrated with her that I start ripping her blouse open, rather than unbuttoning it. I can't pull it all the way off because of her bindings, so I settle to use it as a makeshift sleeve for her arms.
	Her breasts are only covered by her bra, and the rest of her torso is revealed to me in all of its beauty. She has an amazingly flat stomach with a cute, shapely belly button. Her wide hips have that attractive paunch on the hip that makes her waist stick out even more. Her neckline and cleavage are smooth, and deep. I run my hands down her cleavage, and lightly trace my fingertips over her collarbone before bending over and placing a kiss on her neck. "You are beautiful; a beautiful slut. Our Mistress will be very happy to have you for her collection."
	Alicia shivers from the contact. "Who is--"
	I slap her again, this time across the breast. I makes her yelp, but doesn't seem as painful to her. I exhale, feeling my body sweat from the heat of my excitement. I begin to pull off my own shirt. "I forgot that your memories are gone. Well, let me give you a rundown." Baring my own cleavage under my bra, I press my breasts against hers and cradle her head tenderly. "I am Elizabeth. You will refer to me as Madam Lawson at all times. I am your master, and you are my beautiful slave." Pulling her into a deep kiss, I run my tongue all over the inside of her mouth, and then pull away, a lurid string of saliva connecting us. She's blushing. "My master's name is Max. Both you and I will refer to her at all times as Mistress. We are both her beautiful sluts, but you do not have the same rights and privileges that I do. You are not allowed to protest our Mistress when she wants to have sex, and whatever she wants to do, you are to cooperate. Is that understood?"
	Alicia breathes heavy from the intimate contact. "Yes, I understand." She swallows and opens her mouth. "...Madam Lawson."
	I run my hand over her face, and then both of my hands over her breasts. "Good girl. Yes, good little slut." I reach behind her and unlatch her bra. At first she appears nervous, but immediately relents after I pull her bra completely off and toss it to the side, revealing her breasts, which have beautiful, swollen reversed nipples. Her breasts themselves sag over the side of her body over so slightly from their size, and jiggle as they stop moving.
	Giving Alicia's breasts a squeeze, I plant on a kiss between them on her chest. "You have beautiful breasts." I reach behind my own back and unhook my bra, letting my breasts hang freely. "They're bigger than mine. I'm a little jealous. Those nipples, too." I reach down and grab one between my thumb and index finger. "They're just so cute."
	I pull up on the nipple with a quarter-turn of a twist, getting a strained groan from Alicia. "It hurts, Madam Lawson."
	Releasing the nipple, I give it an open-mouthed kiss, and suck on it lightly, getting another moan from her. "It's okay. Pain is pleasure for you. You shall learn to enjoy it." Tickling both of her nipples with my fingers, they harden up, the tips ever so barely peeking out from their hiding places. I run my tongue over one of them. "So you do have nipples somewhere in those big tits of yours." I grab the tip with my front teeth and nibble lightly on it.
	Alicia moans, and goosebumps spread over her entire body. "Madam Lawson, please. My...my groin. It tickles."
	"Oh, you're getting turned on." I pull her into a full embrace and give her a loving, wet kiss. "I'll take care of it as soon as I get your trained properly. Work hard to obey me, and I'll reward you sooner."
	Alicia is breathing heavily, and her whole body has taken on a shade of red. She's extremely aroused right now, and so am I. Standing up, I feel a wetness sucking at my groin. Looking down, I see my pants have been completely soaked right in the bottom of the groin. I giggle, giving myself a grope and a rub through my pants, moaning. "You're just so cute. You whore, look at what you've done to me."
	Alicia stares at the wet spot on my pants intently. "Does Madam Lawson think I am sexy?"
	I laugh deeply as I unbutton my pants, pulling them away along with my panties. "You're positively lurid with that whorish body of yours. You look like a high-class prostitute." Stepping out of the legs of my pants, with my shoes the only article of clothing I still have on, I spread my legs and my pussy, standing over Alicia's face.
	My pussy is totally red, inside and out. It's so slick that I think even Mistress would be surprised. I slide my two middle fingers over the slit, and the insane amount of lubricant makes the tips of my fingers slip in up to the second knuckle by complete accident. My legs buckle slightly, and a moan like a bitch in heat comes rolling from my throat. "God, you're a great little slut." I work my pussy just a bit, making droplets of my juices fall away and strike Alicia in the face. "Do you want a taste, my pet?"
	Alicia considers my offer seriously, her confusion over the situation still overpowering her rewired brain, just barely. "Would that make Madam Lawson happy?"
	"Very." I take my fingers out, and then stick both of my index fingers inside, getting on my knees over Alicia. "Look." I pull my cunt open as wide as it'll go with my two fingers, letting Alicia get a good look. "Doesn't it look delicious?" I twitch my pussy, sending a small spurt of ejaculate onto Alicia's chin.
	Alicia sticks her tongue out and licks at the juices cautiously. She takes it into her mouth, and swallows. Her face flushes red, and her mouth falls open, her tongue sticking out in a completely degenerate way. "It tastes great, Madam Lawson."
	"I'm so happy that you like it, pet. Mistress likes it, too. She'll love yours too, I promise. Speaking of which," I stand and step back, beginning to work at her belt and pants button, "I want to take a look at your pussy."
	After working at her belt for a short period of time, I manage to get the entire arrangement unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled away. I pull away the belt, pants, and her thong panties in one motion, sliding her long, shapely legs out of the leggings, like unwrapping the sexiest present I'd ever seen. I can feel my pussy throbbing again. "God, you're beautiful."
	Originally nervous, Alicia's face brightens. "Madam Lawson thinks that? Really?" for the first time, she has a small smile on her face.
	"Yes. You are absolutely beautiful, my slut slave." I kiss her long legs, and pull off her shoes and dress socks. "Don't worry, you won't need these clothes any more. You want have those responsibilities when I take you to our Mistress." I kiss the top of her foot, and then lean back to admire her in her total nudity.
	The hips that I saw earlier have only revealed to be even more shapely and toned than before, with her restrictive clothing removed. Her thighs thicken up to form a magnificent hourglass shape, with an ever so small gap under her pussy.
	Reaching out and placing a kiss on her thighs, I spread her legs wide, Alicia moaning loudly as her groin is stimulated by the movement. Her butt is large and plump, and spreads out on the floor, jiggling with every movement, but still toned enough to look shapely, and not just fat. I lift her up and slide my hands under her butt, groping at her cheeks forcefully.
	"Ahh, Madam Lawson, that feels good." Alicia hikes her legs in the air, spread wide, and presents her ass and pussy to me. Her anus is clean and pretty, nestled between her big cheeks. The most exotic part, however, is her pussy.
	Her pussy is only partially shaven, unlike mine. Though, in Alicia's case, I wouldn't dare shave it. The white hair on her lips and mound is just as soft and silken as the hair on her head. It looks absolutely gorgeous. It's mostly straight, and look naturally thin enough to stay like this all the time.
	I bring my face right in front of it, with Alicia gyrating her hips to try to get me to stimulate it. I take a breath sniff and nestle my face in the hair on her mound. "Oh god, you fucking whore, your pussy is perfect. Your whole body is a trap for men, just like I expected from a conniving bitch."
	"Madam Lawson~." Alicia pleads with me, and pushes her hips against my face, which is still nuzzling her inner thighs and the mound of her pussy. "Please, please lick it. I want to cum so badly."
	"Ah, right." I take one long, painfully slow lick over her entire pussy, using my entire tongue to get a good, long taste. I pull my tongue away, still hanging out, with all of her juices smeared on it. I slowly draw it into mt mouth and swallow, savoring it. I giggle. "It tastes amazing, pet." I clamber over her, keeling over her face again. "Though, if you want to cum, you have to please me first." I spread my pussy with two fingers and pull the lips as wide as they'll go. "I want you to lick me first until I cum, and then I'll do the same for you."
	As I say this, all of the pent up frustration from my molesting her comes to a head, and she opens her mouth greedily, her tongue stuck out and curled down as far as it will go. She's pulled her head up as far as she can manage, barely an inch from my throbbing pussy. I can feel her warm breath rolling over it, and I twitch involuntarily.
	Pulling my hand from my pussy, I use it to hold her head down against the floor. With a small, innocent smile, I give her one command. "Beg for it."
	Alicia grinds her teeth and takes a deep breath. "Please, Madam Lawson, let me lick your pussy until you scream and cum all over my slutty face!" Her head still held down tightly, she forces open her mouth and sticks her tongue back out, awaiting my pussy.
	"Good girl." I slide my knees forward a bit further, and lower my hips ever so barely above her face, still holding her head down. I shift my hands and grip the entirety of the top of her skull firmly. "Get to work."
	I drop my entire waist onto her face without any control, letting my legs give way, and my thighs almost enveloping her whole head. As soon as my pussy touches her tongue, she gets to work, licking the outside, and poking around on the inside.
	I let out a long, whorish moan. "Yes, ye~esss! Just like that, use your jaw!" I start to gyrate my hips back and forth, smearing her face from chin to nose, and cheek to cheek with my girlcum. She drinks and devours it greedily. Her tongue slips up into my vagina and starts to twitch around inside. I let out a small yell of pleasure. "Yes, good, my little bitch!" I slip my hands underneath her head, and pull it up into my groin, humping and grinding her face with wild abandon.
	She continues her work for another three minutes or so, and I feel a great pressure welling up from within. I pick her head up and tuck my legs underneath, using my hands and thighs to hold her head in a vise. Her entire face is totally smeared in my juices. My orgasm is literally seconds away. I scream at her. "Get ready, slut! Swallow it all!"
	My orgasm comes and explodes out my pussy, spraying clear, sticky liquid everywhere, completely soaking her face and filling her mouth. I double over, my drooling face pushing into the floor while I continue to hump her face through all of the peaks of the orgasm. Finally, my orgasm subsides, leaving me incredibly sensitive, and all of the muscles of my groin twitching and sensitive.
	"Oh, you were so good, my pet." I pull my pussy away from her face, still bent over and drooling on the floor. I look back and see many thick strands of sticky fluid hanging from my completely reddened pussy down to her swollen and gaping lips. Using one hand, I wipe away all of the fluids from my pussy. I sit back up, sitting on the top of her chest, and push my first three fingers into her mouth. She accepts them gleefully, and drinks all of the fluids, licking the top, bottom, and in between all three fingers.
	I pull my fingers out of her mouth with a sick, loud slurping noise, and stand up over her. Alicia look up at me, dazed and happy, and mutters quietly. "Madam Lawson, please, I need my reward so badly. Please, please, you're the only one that can give me my reward. It hurts, I need it so bad." She starts panting even harder. "Please, please, please, please...please..."
	She keeps pleading and pleading, and doesn't look like she's going to stop any time soon. I watch her beg for another fifteen seconds or so before I take a look at her pussy. When I do look, it's the messiest pussy I've ever seen, for being completely untouched. There's a notable pool underneath it, which has been smearing on her ass as it collects on the floor. Every time she moves, her wet and slick ass makes a slapping noise against the floor. Her pussy is even redder than mine, possibly because of it being against that white hair of hers. Every time it twitches, a tiny bit on lubricant comes out of her vagina, further adding to the pool.
	Stepping back another few steps, I think for a moment, and then nod. "Yes, you have done well, slut. I shall reward you." I get back down on my knees, and bend over, scooping up her legs at the thighs, and wrapping them in a loose hug, with my face between them. "Make sure you enjoy yourself as much as possible, whore."
	Alicia nods with the most gleeful smile I've seen yet. She laughs a little, and a couple of tears stream down her face. "Thank you, Madam Lawson. I love you so much."
	"I love you too, my pet. Our Mistress will surely love you as well." With that, I extend my tongue and bury it in her white, silken pussy lips, and feast on the light pink insides with reckless abandon, immediately getting a huge, absolutely slutty moan from Alicia.
	Her legs immediately pull in, bringing my head into a similar vise-like hold as I had done to her. I respond by leaning in harder, and pushing my tongue into the entrance, pulling my lips over the entire pussy, my upper lip teasing her clit. With a loud, powerful slurping noise, I make a sucking motion, and stimulate everything I can manage to touch. Alicia's breath catches in her throat, and I can visibly see her entire body flush with another shade of red. Both of her nipples are sticking out and completely stiff, and her entire body is shaking and covered in goosebumps. She's basically gasping at this point, like she might pass out from the pleasure.
	She bucks her hips once. "Madam Lawson, Madam Lawson, it's coming! Please, Madam Lawson, take it all!"
	Her shaking intensifies, and I can tell her orgasm is close. Taking one of my hands, I slip it into her slick, glistening butt cheeks, and push two fingers inside of her anus. I then take my teeth and clamp down on her clit. The sheet pressure of her thighs pulling together is absolutely amazing, and a long, thick stream of girlcum comes rocketing out of her pussy. I open my mouth and seal my lips over it, using my free hand to lift her back and angle her so that I can drink it all.
	After her orgasm ends, my mouth is almost completely full of her juices. Taking one last breath, I swallow the liquids in two gulps, savoring the powerful taste until the last drop goes down. I pull my two fingers out of her anus, making Alicia jump from the sensation. She's completely dazed and out of energy, he legs sprawled out widely, and her head turned to one side, drooling on the floor. I take the break to pull my phone out of my pants and message Mistress that I handled my business. I tell her I have a nice, big present for her, but tell her it's a surprise. She keeps teasing me and asking me for more specifics, but I only respond playfully or ignore her in the same fashion. After a little while of this, Alicia seems to be lucid enough to move. She calmly, slowly begins to sit up, and then stops.
	Alicia turns her head up and looks at me. "Madam Lawson, may I sit up?"
	I nod calmly. "Yes, you may." I dig through my bag, and pull out a knife.
	Alicia has managed to right herself into a cross-legged sitting position as I pull out the knife. She swallows nervously. "M-Madam Lawson?"
	I look back at her and shrug, smiling. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." I step around behind her and stick the knife underneath the zip-ties, cutting them open and taking away the rags. "I just wanted to free up your hands. You were being all unreasonable before, so I had to make sure you didn't hurt me. It would be terrible if you hurt me, wouldn't it?"
	Alicia stares vacantly for a moment, and then nods slowly. "Yeah, it would be bad to hurt Madam Lawson. Thank you for taking care of me, Madam Lawson."
	"It was my pleasure, really." I slip the knife back into my backpack, and get myself redressed.
	"Oh, Madam Lawson." Alicia stands with her hands by her side. "I have a question."
	"You may ask." I pull my panties and pants back on, and button them, leaving me only topless.
	"What is my name?" She tilts her head to the side. "You have called me many things. Are any of them my name?"
	"Hm? Oh, no, I don't think so." I shake my head, and then begin to think. "Your name will be..."
	Alicia takes a couple of steps closer to me, and waits quietly.
	The light bulb goes off in my head, and I snap my fingers. "Lunch. Your name is Lunch."
	"Lunch?"
	"Yes, Lunch." I smile and put both of my hands on her shoulders. "We shall head home after I get dressed, so you can meet your sister. She also serves our Mistress."
	"Sister?" Lunch's eyes go wide. "I have a sister?"
	"Yes," I nod, turning to put on my bra, "and her name is Breakfast."
	"Breakfast." Lunch repeats the name to herself, and then smiles. "I have a sister." She seems really happy about it for some reason.
	"Yes, I'm sure you two will get along fine." I'm trying to get my bra snapped in the back, but just can't seem to get it to work. "Lunch, could you do my bra for me?"
	"Yes, Madam Lawson." Lunch steps up behind me and quickly fastens my bra. "You know, Madam Lawson, your breasts are pretty."
	"Hm? Oh, thank you, Lunch." I grin at the compliment. "That was really sweet of you."
	"It's because you said mine were bigger earlier." Lunch folds her hands in front of her, and looks very serious. "Yours are still very pretty, Madam Lawson."
	"Ah, right. Yes, well, yours are pretty big, and, well, pretty." I pull my shirt over my head, and straighten it out. After it's in order, I reach out and grab both of her breasts. I weigh them in my hands, and give them a full rob-down. "I really like to play with them. I'll be playing with them a lot, Lunch."
	"It's okay. Madam Lawson can play with my breasts all she likes." Lunch smiles brightly.
	I feel a small pang of motherly love at her sweetness, and pull her into a hug. "You're a good pet, Lunch. Work hard to be this good to our Mistress, and you'll find only pleasure in your future."
	Lunch nods into my shoulder. "Madam Lawson, are we going home now?"
	"Yes, Lunch." I reach over and pick up my bag and all of the evidence, including her clothes, and stuff it all in my bag. I grab a mop in a bucket, and drop it on top of the mess of liquids. The door is quietly unlocked by my hand. "Okay, Lunch, please come over here and hold on to me. We're going to teleport back nearby our home."
	"Yes, Madam Lawson." Lunch opens her arms and embraces me softly. "Is this okay?"
	"Perfect. Good pet." I pet her hair, and she nuzzles into my chest.
	"You're warm, Madam Lawson." Lunch's embrace tightens. "I feel safe right here."
	"Then as long as you stay at our home, you will be safe." I kiss her on the forehead and cradle her head on my shoulder. "Hold on, this will probably feel weird to you the first time."
	"I love you, Madam Lawson." Lunch gives me a small, tender kiss on the next.
	I smile and wrap Lunch in an embrace. "I love you too, my pet. Let's go home."
	With that, I snap into my pocket universe, and pull out, instantly appearing about two-hundred meters away from the front entrance of the clock tower.
	I release Lunch from the embrace and turn her toward the clock tower. She stares at the great structure with childlike wonder in her eyes. "This...is home?" A smile spreads over her face. "It's beautiful."
	I embrace Lunch from behind, nuzzling her neck, and planting a small kiss on her cheek.
	"Welcome home, Lunch."