Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

“You lied because you wanted to take God’s place. You wanted to be the most powerful of the immortals. Instead, you are going to become my slave, just like your sisters. The only difference is you will have no choice but to obey me, worship me, and even to some extent love me. You’ll hate every minute, but you won’t be able to resist. You will give me a daughter and she will take your power from you. Despite that, you’ll live and be my slave. Look at the pleasure your sisters get from worshiping me. You won’t get that. Although you’ll worship me, you won’t derive ecstasy from it. You will always fall just a little short of it. For all of eternity, you will serve me without ever finding pleasure in it. However, unlike Jehovah and Lucifer, I won’t allow you the free will to oppose me.”

Then Greg forced her to fall onto her belly and crawl to him as he pushed her new reality into her head. She knew Greg was her Master; that he owned her. She knew she worshipped him, desired him, obeyed him. And. She. Hated. It. But she had no ability to resist. Greg left her mind intact, and her power as well. Her choices, those he destroyed. She no longer had any free will. Greg’s will was her command and she would obey without question. If he told her to shit, she would. If he told her to eat it, she would. She would crave Greg’s cock, his cum, his pleasure, but she would feel none herself. All she would feel is the anger of her hatred and yet Greg would make her devotion to himself complete, despite her hatred.

She would do every depraved thing he asked of her without question or hesitation and to prove it, Greg made her take his cock in her ass and he pissed in her. When it was pouring out of her like an enema, he made her lay in it. There he caused her to ovulate and her pussy to lubricate and then fucked her repeatedly, letting her get to the edge of cumming and then snatching it away from her. When he drenched her with his sperm and watched my daughter being conceived, she felt the pain of the moment and she wanted to curse him. Instead, she thanked Greg for blessing her with his child. Then, unlike the other two, Greg wrapped her in a locked slave collar and chain and dragged her behind himself on her hands and knees like the fucking slave she now was. How the mighty Morgana LaFey had fallen.

Greg appeared at home with the last sister of fate at his heal like a dog. That’s when he decided what to do with her for now. The first part of her endless humiliation. He and his family would treat her like a pet, even though she was still a goddess. He’d have Barbie order her one of those butt plugs with a dog’s tail on it and maybe a set of ears for a hairband.

It was evening and all his ladies were home. Barbie, Charlotte and Chastity wanted to show him the things they’d purchased. His Mom was cooking dinner for everyone. The other two fates watched him with love and adoration from the wall, surprised to see Morgana on her hands and knees with a chain around her neck. Amber and Janice were sitting quietly instructing Tiffany on the structure of the household. Greg cleared his throat. “We need to have a household meeting. I want everyone to get dressed for dinner and meet me downstairs in the dining room in half an hour.”

Once everyone was sitting and eating, Greg brought up the things they needed to talk about. “As everyone can see. We added four new members to our family today. Tiffany is temporary. Tiffany needs a permanent master, and I will assist her in finding one, as she, like Chastity, Mom, Amber, and Charlotte, is a natural submissive who cannot be left alone. She will stay here and Barbie or Mom will keep her safe unless she is with me.

I’m going to find a tutor for her and my sister-wives to teach you each what you need to know to be the perfect trophy wives. The other three are the Sisters of Fate. They are the ones who created my problems and think they gave me my powers; they did not. The Sisters are here because I’ve found my destiny, and they actually messed up and now belong to me. The two at the table are Gwendolyn and Nimue, and they are mostly innocent in my case. I know the one on the floor as Morgana. She led the others astray, and she knowingly tried to change the Creator’s plan just enough to bring me unnecessary pain. For that, I will punish her for a long time. We will talk more about that punishment later.

Our family was attacked today, and the fates are here to protect us from others with similar powers to mine and to give birth to daughters for me. One for each of them. They are to serve the family as they serve me. However, no one is to misuse or abuse them. Morgana being the lone exception. After dinner, I want Barbie to go buy me an extra-large dog crate, a dog choker training collar, and two pet food containers. While out, go to the sex shop and buy the biggest, longest remote-controlled vibrating doggy tail butt plug they have and dog ears. Morgana will wear it and become Baby Girl’s puppy.”

That made Chastity squeal. “I get a puppy, Daddy?”

“Yes, Baby Girl. Morgana is going to be your puppy. She may not act like anything but a dog in this house. Before any of you complain, let me have her tell you why she is being treated like a bitch. Go on, Morgana, tell my family and your sisters what you have done. Tell them how many actual Fates there are. Tell them what your actual name is. Do it now or so help me. The pain you felt earlier will only be a shadow of the pain you will feel next.”

Morgana shivered as she remembered the agony Greg put her through when he figured out her secret. She looked at him with hate in her eyes. “You had better never let your guard down, Greg Masters, or I will make you suffer like no one has ever suffered before.”

Greg laughed in her face. “Tell them or I’ll tell them and your punishment will get worse. I’ll wipe your mind and make you as dumb as an actual dog.”

He looked at the woman known as Morgana LeFay and pushed. “You will answer my questions truthfully and without hesitation.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She opened her mouth to curse me, but all that came out was “Yes Master.”

“When the Creator ordained the Fates, how many were there?”

She tried to keep her mouth closed, but the order I’d given her forced the air from her mouth. “Two, there were two Fates. Present and Future. There was no need for a past because it was set and unchangeable.”

Both Nimue and Gwendolyn gasped.

Greg nodded. “Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn’t ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?”

“I created the fate of the Past and I placed the memory of myself into the other Fates’ minds.”

“Tell us who you really are?”

Morgana’s teeth ground as she tried to resist answering that question. Greg reached into her pain receptors and twisted. She screamed out her answer. “My name is LILITH! I’m the goddess of Chaos!”

That’s when all hell broke loose! No joking. Suddenly, there were snarls and growls. Smoke filled the room and every nightmare creature you could imagine was in the dining room. And standing in front of them was a man in a blood-red Armani suit. Black hair slicked back and a triangular beard and small mustache as black as night. The two true Fates again gasped and moved to stand between the family and the new arrivals. Greg just smiled at the smarmy bastard. “Hello Lucifer, I wondered when you’d show up.”

Before the king of evil could answer him, there was a sound of a thousand trumpets. On the other side of the table appeared the most perfect specimens of flesh you could ever hope to see. They were both male and female. Standing in front of them, looking like the polar opposite of the man in red, was a man in white. The white suit was so bright it almost glowed, his hair white instead of black as was his beard and mustache, but they were fuller. “Well now, the gang’s all here. Jehovah, welcome to my humble abode.”

“I’ve come for Lilith. Give her to me!” Lucifer growled.

Greg shook my head. “Sorry, not going to happen. She is mine to punish and imprison.”

The god of evil’s eyes glowed red. “And who are you to deny me, my consort?”

Greg looked at the devil and smiled. “Don’t you recognize me, brother? I’m Balance. Newly awakened. Your consort tried to confuse me and called me Vengeance, but that’s not who I am, is it? I AM Balance, the one the Creator birthed to stand between you and our other brother. I keep you and Jehovah in check.”

Just then there was the sound of water flowing and birds singing, and in front of the crowd stood the most perfect female of all. Gia the Creator, also known as Mother Earth. Greg smiled at her. “Hello Mother, I wondered if you’d show up in all this.”