Neo-Mistress Saga—Origin
This is the resurrection of the Neo-Mistress.
Athene pushed some long grass out of the way. They revealed a clearing in the jungle in which an ancient temple stood. This was it, the moment that she’d been working towards since the island had been discovered, slap-bang in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. It was a wonder that it had not been seen before, it was like it had been hidden, and had decided to reveal itself. Aerial views of the island showed ruins of an ancient civilisation and, as the greatest young mind in archaeology, geology, ancient civilisations and ancient languages, she was elected to explore it.
And so here it was, the centre point of the civilisation: the Great Temple of… something or other. Unfortunately, though she had managed to translate a lot of the ancient tablets scattered around the island, and learnt a great deal about the traditions of the ancient civilisation, there were certain parts that remained a mystery to her. She approached the temple, and saw that door was covered in a much more complex version of the symbols, she touched them and, strangely, the door vanished. It revealed a small, darkened chamber, which seemed to be an Egyptian pharaoh’s dream-house. There were gold and jewels everywhere. She decided to continue.
She passed through the very glamorous door and entered into a large chamber. It was pleasantly warm inside but as she neared the centre of the darkened room, the torches on the wall suddenly lit up, but they weren’t the normal orange flames – these were reddy-pink, and they revealed something in the centre of the room. A man chained by his arms, completely naked, but he pulled it off very well: tall, long, brown hair and muscular; he was a male model combined with a Hollywood heartthrob combined with a bodybuilder. Athene was shocked. What was he doing here? The temple hadn’t been opened for centuries, millennia even, so why did he look 20?
“Hello? Oh my God, a human! An honest to God human! I’ve waited so long to see someone! Please let me down!”
“Who are you?” Athene asked, “How long have you been here for?”
“I have been up here for years and years. They have never let me down. Please, just let me down!”
“How? How do I get you down?” Athene asked, searching for some sort of pulley-system or something.
“You need the key. They took it up there,” he indicated up, “in the upper sector. Please hurry, I need relief!”
“What did you say?” The man nodded down to indicate something that Athene had left unnoticed – a massive hard-on, truly massive, over 13 inches.
“They have left me like this, it hurts so much to keep, but they said that once you relieved me, I could go free.”
“No! I will not have sex with a complete stranger! I’ll get your key, but nothing on this Earth will make me ‘relieve’ you!” And she stormed off, leaving the stranger hanging.
He smiled to himself: “Don’t worry, you will, you will.”
Athene found a staircase going up and quickly ascended.
She was disgusted and strangely curious at the man’s behaviour and existence. How could he look so young? He had said himself that he had been locked up for hundreds of years. It didn’t make any sense. And how could he have said that to her? Or did he actually mean it?
She reached the first floor of the temple. She stepped forward to what seemed to be another door, again covered in the same curious inscriptions. She reached forward to feel them, as they intrigued the young scientist, and, suddenly, she felt a peculiar wave. It felt like an orgasm, the best orgasm she’d ever had, but it was in her head. She fell to her knees and looked up.
Some of the inscriptions had been changed, they looked just like normal letters. They read ‘The further you get, and the more you learn, the less of you there will be.’ Athene decided that this was just one of those curses that tribesmen put on doors to repel interlopers and continued.
1st floor
Athene reached the first floor with some ease. But as she entered into the centre of the room, which made up the first floor, she felt the heat increase. ‘It must be getting to midday.’ she thought. The heat was getting quite uncomfortable, so she took off her jacket. She actually had a good body, but she rarely showed it, as she feared people would not take her seriously. She continued up the next set of stairs.
2nd floor
As she reached the second floor, she felt the heat increasing again. She decided it would be alright to minimise the clothes that she was wearing so as to reduce her body heat. She took off nearly everything apart from her skirt and her under-top. This revealed more of her surprisingly sexy body. Her long, thin legs were beginning to glisten with sweat, and for some reason, she was beginning to get aroused by the amount of heat coming from her pussy and the nipples on her ample breasts became hard. ‘Oh, if only her colleagues could see me now! What would they think?’ she thought. ‘Come to think of it, I wonder what I look like. It ought to be a treat.’ She stopped herself: what was she thinking? She was a professional, and as such needed to act like one—not some bimbo who got turned on just thinking about herself, no matter how hot she looked…No!
She went up the next staircase to the third floor, and she came across a gap in the wall. She looked through it and saw the man again, far above. She pondered his situation again, how could he believe that she needed to ‘relieve’ him for him to become free. That left two options, either he was an explorer who had come here earlier, captured and brainwashed into believing this, or he really was some descendant of the ancient culture and had been taught this, but how did he survive so long? She continued on the path upwards.
3rd floor
She entered the third floor chamber and saw herself, because the walls of the chamber were covered in what looked like primitive, yet extravagant, mirrors. She eyed herself up, and decided that this was a good look on her – with the limited clothing, they really showed off her legs, ass and breasts – which had seemed to have grown somewhat since she last saw them. She had been, at most, a low B-cup before, but now she looked at least a C! Damn! She looked good! She posed for a while in front of the mirror, losing herself in her own beauty and sexiness.
She had been there for a while when something began to nag at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t quite trace what it was. There was something that she had to be doing…the prisoner! She was supposed to be getting his key! She ran for the next staircase, looking longingly over her shoulder at her reflection, and her well-shaped ass.
4th floor
The fourth floor was, again, full of mirrors. As she approached one, she felt another wave. She fell to her knees, and went wet. She looked up and saw that her tits had grown again. “Oh my God!” she breathed, “I’m a double-D!” and then she did something that she had never done before: she cupped her breasts, posed and giggled. In fact, her voice seemed to have raised a couple of pitches. “Oh my God!” she said out loud again, “I’m a bimbo!” But she didn’t care, not at all. In fact, something about it seemed right. She spent the next ten minutes posing again and giggling, and she felt so wet, but she didn’t care. She sat on the floor and fingered herself, but she couldn’t come. No matter how hard she tried – and man did she try hard! – she could not reach orgasm. After another half an hour, she reluctantly gave in and got up. She went up the next flight of stairs, quite literally dripping from her pussy.
As she walked up the next flight of stairs, she found another window. Again, it showed the man, but Athene was beginning to see him in a completely different light. She found herself almost climax as she saw his tanned, muscular, handsome figure wait there patiently. She found it a struggle not to leap down there, just to blow him off. But she needed to continue. He was counting on her. He needed her for his own freedom, and it looked like he needed it so badly, so very badly.
5th floor
Athene approached the door to the fifth chamber. She reached out to the barrier to open it when, like before, she had another ‘head-gasm’. She fell to her knees, rolled her eyes, screamed in pleasure, and verged on the brink of cumming. But something was stopping her, some mystic force. She stood up again, and looked at the barrier, the lettering on it had been completely translated. It read: ‘this is the tomb of the Neo-Queen. You have released her spirit, and soon she will be free.’ And then a new message appeared on the barrier, like magic. They read: ‘within are the treasures of the Neo-Queen. They are horcruxes to her soul, and have great power. They control the minds of man; the wills, the spirits, and the wants.’
‘Ooh.’ She thought to herself, ‘They sound like they could get me some action.’ and she giggled as she fantasised about the man downstairs, at her command! Her pussy practically spilled over the floor in arousal.
She touched the stone barrier and it slid into the ground. The fifth chamber was much more elaborate than the others were. It was obviously the throne room, as it was furnished with gold and silver furniture. There were five podiums at the sides of the room. She approached them; there was a robe, a golden disc with inscriptions on it, a ring, a circlet, and a necklace.
‘They look pretty!’ she thought, ‘I wonder how I’d look in them!’
But then she turned her attentions to the throne. It was a large, golden throne, but strangely, it had manacles on the arms and leg rest, and on the seat, there seemed to be some sort of primitive...dildo! Yes, a large stone dildo, sticking out where the ass would normally go. She approached the throne and, in the centre of the back rest, there was- the key! She had found the key! She grabbed it and turned around to yell down to the man. But as she reached the stairs, she heard his voice coming from behind her.
“Excellent, you found the key!” She turned round to see him. There he was, in all his glory, but unchained.
“How did you get free?” she asked him.
“I told you. The key would set me free from the chains, but to become truly free, you must perform your task.” Athene’s heart leapt. Her gaze sank down to his massive hard-on. “Yes,” he laughed, “Now you must give me relief. I know you want to now, now that your mind has been diminished to that of some bimbo. You want me so badly, don’t you.” He laughed again, but this time, it lacked the warmth of before. Now it was more a mocking laugh of contempt and superiority. “You stupid slut. Now you belong to me.”
“What? No!” she cried, but then she felt the pull of obedience and stupidity, and she fell to her knees, struggling for self-control. “I...nobody’s...slut...no...me...no...want...”
He laughed again. “Pathetic. Now, sit on the throne.” She did so, on the edge. “No!” he barked, “Properly, so that you are on the dildo!”
“Yes...master” She sat on the dildo, and it penetrated her virgin ass. “Aaaaah!” she cried, in pain and pleasure.
“Well done, bimbo. Now, repeat after me: You are my slave.”
“I..am...your slave”
“You have no other identity.”
“I..have no...identity.”
“You only live to serve your master.”
“I only...live to...serve my...master.”
“Your mind is going, soon it will be gone forever.”
“My...mind...going.”
“You are a stupid little bimbo, who has no intelligence other than an infinite knowledge of sex.”
“I...stupid...bimbo...no...in-tel-i-gence...sex.”
“You are in a constant state of heat, which only your master can treat.”
“I...in...heat...master...treat.”
“Well done. Now, you may have the pleasure of blowing me.”
“Master!” she giggled and bent forward, so that she was still on the dildo. She sucked and sucked at her master’s ample member, she was in ecstasy, while her master stood there unaffected. She sucked and sucked at his dick until he spurted his delicious man-juice into her mouth. She lapped it up, more and more as he kept cumming. The more she had, the more she wanted.
“Stop! STOP!” He found it difficult to stop his slave as she was in pure ecstasy. He hit her around the head so that she withdrew in shock. “Idiot slave! How do you feel?”
“I...feel...horny...for...master.”
“Enough, slave! I want you to pleasure yourself on that dildo, while chanting everything I have commanded of you.”
“Yes...master.” And she started to sex herself of the dildo, whilst chanting, “I...slave...I...bimbo...I...serve...no...intelligence...” and so on. Until, she reached climax and leaked her juices everywhere.
“Very good, slave. Now, who are you?”
The slave looked puzzled, “I...no-one...I...slave.”
“Very good, slave. Now, kneel before me.”
“Yes...master.” And she knelt before her master, head staring longingly at his penis.
He put his hand behind his back and pulled out a knife. “Goodbye, slave.” And he stabbed her through the chest. Her body fell to the ground, and he stood before it.
Then a completely different look came over the man. His air of contempt and obvious superiority left him, and he looked suprised before he fell to his knees in shock and exhaustion. The spirit that had controlled him for so long had left him, and went into the new, empty, vessel. The body of Athene began to rise. It stood up and had the same look that the man had had. It looked peculiar to have such expression on a dead face.
“Slave, rise!” she commanded with cold dominance.
The man stood up, and with great ecstasy he saw whom he recognised as his mistress. “Mistress! You are alive!”
“I am.” She stated. “But not completely yet. The body is not yet acceptable for the Mistress. Slave! Fetch my treasures and place them upon my person.” The slave did so, placing the circlet on her head, the necklace around her neck, the ring on her finger, the disc in her hands, and the garment around her shoulders. Instantly, the late Athene’s body healed up. The colour returned to her skin, the wounds disappeared, and her body became just that little bit sexier. “Well done slave. Your body was an excellent vessel.”
“I am simply happy to serve the mistress.” came his devoted reply.
“Indeed you are. Now, you have done well. You may go to the chamber, where the rest of my most devoted slaves go.”
The slave’s heart leapt. It was the wish of every subject of the Neo-mistress to go to her Great Chamber. He was truly honoured. He bowed deeply, turned and walked to her chamber.
The Neo-mistress smiled to herself, this new body was now very much acceptable for her and she could not wait until this vessel would attract another new slave for her. But first... she began chanting, she threw her arms in the air and screamed. This spell made sure that all traces of her island would become undiscovered again, all memory of it would be wiped from anyone not on the island and any data on it would become damaged, destroyed, or corrupted.
Then she walked out onto the balcony of the temple, removed her treasures and flung them into the air. They then flew off into the distance. Finally, she was able to spread her influence. For within those five treasures held her great power, and would each begin a new chapter of her legions...