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5 - Worship (r18) [MAV]
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[ Brooke Estate, Manchester ]
[ 18 August 1986 ]
Mastery and Magic.
Her Lord had the ability to master and improve in anything and everything he tried, along with the power to bend the world itself to his will.
The power that he had at his fingertips... it was honestly terrifying.
And those world-shattering abilities belonged to a child, a child that that Camilla Brooke had ended up swearing her eternal, undying loyalty to.
A child she now worshiped as her god.
'A child that's very...' she thought back to their first meeting, just a few days ago, where Matteo had proposed to cure her one moment, before whisking her away to their new mansion, and utterly ravaging her the next. Camilla blushed. 'Forceful.'
Well, she didn't particularly mind. Not at all.
Matteo was many things, and even if she literally couldn't go against him... she didn't mind. Not only was the idea of being entirely subservient to Matteo more than a little arousing, she was also certain that, even if the binding magic he had used on her was lifted, Camilla still wouldn't mind. Since even if she was under Matteo's 'control,' her deity was the most benevolent ruler that one could ask for.
And while he had literally asked her to 'worship' him, he made sure to explain that he didn't mean it in the traditional sense. He wasn't going to smite her if she did something wrong, and she was allowed to have her own opinions. No, he just wanted to be 'the answer to her everything,' which she understood... kind of.
Camilla could see how the idea of being worshiped was arousing– even if her own fetishes were a little different. She was honestly still surprised that Matteo had so readily revealed his mutation to her, but then again, she was his.
Wholly and utterly his.
That was why Matteo hadn't bothered to hide anything from her, so whenever she asked him a question, he'd just... answer.
That was why she knew exactly why he had approached her. She was a hot woman, she had a connection to him that could explain their circumstances leading to adoption, and she was going to die, something that he could exploit.
It was a little humbling to know that she would only continue living because she was a cute teacher that happened to work at Matteo's school.
Then there were Matteo's actual abilities.
When Camilla had asked again why he'd so readily reveal his powers, especially in a world littered with telepaths, Matteo had simply answered, "you wanted to know, didn't you? Besides, even if you told the world what I was capable of, which you won't, it doesn't matter. Since knowing that I can master anything in an instant... it doesn't really reveal anything, does it?"
Which was true.
Mastery wasn't like most powers. Super Strength and Telekinesis were one thing, you could plan around those, but Mastery... it wasn't something you could so easily define.
Especially when Matteo had access to Magic.
Then there was Matteo's life before meeting her, which was... a touchy subject, to say the least.
Camilla knew that something must've happened, she knew that Matteo was an 8-year-old orphan with a verifiable identity, and he had hinted that his physical age differed from his mental one... but that was all she really knew.
But those things hadn't really bothered Camilla, not really.
It was nearly everything else that had.
The fact that they would have to erase all documented traces of her cancer, both physical and digital, since the government was monitoring all medical records for any 'discrepancies' and 'miraculous recoveries.' If Camilla were to just miraculously recover from her cancer overnight, without any major political connections, chances were she'd just disappear.
Then there was the existence of mutant experimentation, and how the public image of mutant-kind is constantly misconstrued by the government and a few select organizations to condone and foster said experimentation.
The government was– no, it is actively sanctioning human experimentation.
She had nearly asked Matteo why he hadn't done something about it, but then she realized that while Matteo wasn't necessarily a bad person, he definitely wasn't a 'hero.' But as if he could read her mind, which Matteo most definitely could, he replied, "I'm not strong enough to fight the world, either."
That just led Camilla to fear what else was out there.
To which he answered.
Martians, Asgardians, entire pantheons, galactic empires... Camilla was utterly terrified.
Well, she just had to believe in Matteo. He was all that she would ever need.
But despite discovering the horrors hiding just out of sight of the public eye, Camilla's life the last few weeks had improved spectacularly.
First off was her recovery. Not only did her fatigue and aches immediately vanish, but after a few 'fixes' implemented by Matteo, she felt better than ever. Literally. Matteo described her as 'peak-human,' which meant Camilla was pretty much the pinnacle of what a human could be, without actual enhancements.
'He truly is a god,' she thought fondly, reverently.
Camilla could now run for hours without even getting winded, she was stronger than the average adult male, and she could hold her breath for twenty-two minutes.
Not to mention that she was immortal now. That was... wow.
She'll process that one later.
Then, just a few days after 'adopting' Matteo, she was gifted 16 million pounds... along with the manor that they had spent the last few days fucking in.
It was a gift from one Ellis Richards, who was supposedly her long lost cousin, as well as a major stockholder of Ferrari, Ford, and General Motors, just to name a few. Camilla immediately understood, but was still surprised by how effortlessly he had altered public records.
It left her wondering how many 'sugar-mommies' he was going to acquire, or already had.
And now, just a few days after that, they were going to look at cars together. Camilla hadn't expressed her desire for a car, since Matteo was all she needed... but with her mind being an open book, she couldn't hide anything from him anyways. Then there was the fact that if he could have whatever he wanted, there was no reason not to get a car.
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[ Ferrari Dealership, Manchester ]
[ 18 August 1986 ]
"Damn..." Chloe muttered, her voice filled with longing and envy.
She had just watched a woman and a son, both of them dressed in clothes that she could never hope to afford, walk in and take the dealership by storm. From the way they both talked, acted, and looked... it was obvious that this 'Ms. Brooke,' if that was even her real name, was someone of importance.
Then there was the car that she ended up buying.
The 3.2 Mondial Cabriolet, a car that Chloe had walked past countless times. A top of the line convertible. She'd never be able to afford it, but this woman had bought it straight up.
Word was already going around the dealership that Ms. Brooke knew someone at Ferrari.
Then there was the fact that they were the prettiest people Chloe had ever seen... life was just unfair, it really was. Stuck at a dead-end job as a receptionist, Chloe couldn't help but grow to resent the Brookes a little. Even if the smallest, tiniest sliver of her mind was more than willing to be the boy's plaything if it meant she could quit her day job.
With black hair, brown eyes, freckles, and a sufficient figure that she was proud of– in fact, Chloe was more than happy to admit that she used her big, puffy breasts to get this very job– she was more than pretty enough to be some rich kid's fucktoy.
'In fact,' Chloe thought, lustfully eyeing both of the Brookes as they left the dealership, keys in hand, 'I wouldn't mind being Ms. Brooke's plaything, either.'
Then the both of them vanished.
Chloe blinked. "H-Huh?" She rubbed her eyes, but no. They really vanished. The doors hadn't even opened to let them out. She frowned, confused... before she gasped as she was pulled out of her chair, falling on the floor as her arms and legs were firmly tied behind her back.
She nearly had a heart attack as Ms. Brooke came into view, her imposing figure leaning over her helpless form. Chloe didn't say it, but it was more than a little arousing.
"Did you mean it?"
The entire time they were at the dealership, Matteo had been feeding Camilla a constant, steady stream of Chloe's thoughts. She really couldn't hide anything from him, not her wants, her needs... or her fetishes. She was more than content with being Matteo's, but the idea of bringing more and more women under him, to worship her deity alongside her... it was a total turn on. This 'Chloe' just happened to hit all the right bases.
"I-I'm sorry?" Chloe replied, confused.
"When you said you were willing to be my son's fucktoy," she supplied, Chloe's face paling at her apparent fuck-up. "When you said you were willing to be my plaything."
Too lost in her panic at Ms. Brooke's 'truthful' accusations, Chloe completely glossed over the fact that Camilla had appeared behind her, and tied her up in an instant.
Not even mentioning the fact that she had never voiced those thoughts aloud.
"I-I'm sorry! P-Please, please don't tell anyone...!"
"How is that an apology?" Camilla scoffed. "'Don't tell anyone?' Really?"
Chloe whimpered as her restraints got tighter, digging into her tits and her pussy. She raised her head only to immediately lower it at Camilla's gaze. Chloe had no idea as to what was happening, this woman lording over her in the middle of the dealership lobby... she was scared, confused, and aroused at the way she was completely powerless against Ms. Brooke.
Matteo just watched the interaction, amused. All three of them were aroused at this point.
"Please! I-I... I'll do anything!"
"...You'll do anything?" Camilla asked sardonically, before continuing, "do I even want to know what you mean by that, you cock-crazed slut?"
"T-That's not what I meant!" Chloe squealed, flushing red at the insinuation.
Then Camilla kneeled down next to the poor girl, before whispering, "so, are you trying to say that you wouldn't do anything? That if I wanted to, lets say, fuck your face on Matty's cock until you passed out... you wouldn't do that?"
"W-What?" Chloe squeaked. 'There's no way I heard that right, right?'
"You heard me perfectly," Camilla said softly, slowly raising Chloe's head off the ground. The busty realtor's eyes widened as Matteo stepped into view, his massive cock flopping out of his dress pants and onto her face, all 13 inches of it pushing her glasses askew.
She gulped.
"O-Oh my..." Chloe muttered as she took in the sight of Matteo's mast.
It was far too big for a growing boy.
Then Camilla guided the tip of Matteo's cock to Chloe's lips, saying, "you said that you'd do anything, didn't you?"
"I... I did..." she panted, her eyes clouding over with lust.
"Then open your mouth," Camilla commanded, "and serve."
Chloe readily opened her lips, and Camilla palmed the back of Chloe's head, forcing her to take all of Matteo into her gullet. Then Camilla roughly forced her up and down Matteo's shaft, forcing her to choke and drool over Matteo's cock.
"Gaghk! Gaghk! Gaghk!"
"You like this, don't you?" Camilla cooed. "You like being used, abused. Humiliated. You love being treated like the bitch, whore, slut that you are, don't you, Chloe?"
"Gaghk! Gaghk! Gaghk!"
Chloe would answer 'yes' if she could. She didn't know what was happening, she didn't know if she was hallucinating, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was in heaven.
The thought of resisting never crossed her mind– the closet pervert loved the idea of being a cocksleeve, used entirely for her tormentor's pleasure. Only existing to be used, to be relentlessly facefucked on Matteo's cock. And as the bitch-breaker of a cock slicked in and out of her throat, Chloe's pussy drooled, unable to hide the signs of her arousal.
She was in love.
"She's enjoying it too much," Camilla said coldly, making Chloe shudder. "Make it bigger."
Before Chloe could even think about what Camilla meant by that, the cock fucking her face throbbed and grew. What was once thirteen became sixteen. The bitch-breaker of a cock suddenly filling the entire length of her gullet and even further, her throat stretching as it was forced to accommodate its intruder.
Then Matteo's cock visibly widened, and Chloe could've sworn that her jaw dislocated.
Camilla slowly pulled Chloe back, her spit and drool coating Matteo's length... before slamming her back down Matteo's cock again. And again. And again.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Chloe felt her eyes water, her thoughts growing hazy. The lack of air was getting to her, and she couldn't help but feel that Camilla was going to keep her word.
She was truly going to pass out on Matty's cock.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Then with a grunt, Matteo cummed.
Camilla forced Chloe's face to the base of Matteo's member as hot, fiery cum churned into her gullet. Her eyes went wide as she realized she wouldn't be able to hold it all... her cheeks puffing out not a second later, all while Matteo's gunk spewed out of the edges of Chloe's mouth and nose. Continuing to choke and writhe in pleasure as she was forced to take more and more of his thick, virile seed.
When he finally stopped, Chloe relaxed, thinking that her torment was finally over... before Camilla thrusted her face up and down Matty's cock once more. Even though he had just let out a massive load down her throat, Matteo was still just as hard.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Chloe gagged and gurgled as cum bubbled out of her mouth and nose. Not seeing an end to her torment, her fear and arousal spiked. She was certain that, if things continued as they were, she was going to die.
"Don't worry," Camilla soothed her, "you won't die. In fact, now that you belong to Matty, you aren't allowed to die. All you're allowed to do is choke– and gag– and choke– again, and again, and again, your only task to serve Matteo, forever and ever..."
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
"That's what you want, isn't it? To be a slave to cock, to Matty's cock. No longer able to think about anything besides being choked and fucked... for the rest of your slutty life."
"Gaghk! Yeshk! Yeshk!"
Camilla finally pulled Chloe's face off Matteo member, and just as she started panting for air, she was doused in a thick layer of cum. Matteo's hot, fiery gunk coated Chloe's hair, her face, her neck, and her massive breasts, seeping into the confines of her bra.
There must've been nearly a gallon of it.
"T-That... that was... amazing," Chloe panted, idly wondering if all rich people were this impulsive. Still confused as to why no one had managed to overhear her being throat-fucked in the lobby of their dealership for what must've been nearly twenty minutes... but far too aroused to seriously question it.
<It's time to seal the deal.>
Camilla bristled at Matteo's presence.
"Now Chloe," Camilla whispered soothingly. "I want you to swear your undying loyalty to Matteo. To your new owner, master, and deity. To do whatever he asks of you."
"H-Huh?" asked Chloe, slightly confused.
"I'm not Matteo's mother, not truly. No, he is my owner, my master, my deity. Just by being his follower, I am immortal, and constantly bathed in his essence," she let out a content sigh, "there is truly no greater feeling..."
"I, um, I'm not sure I understand..." Chloe muttered, looking up at Matteo in a new light.
He grinned back.
"You don't have to understand," she assured her, "Just ask yourself– do you want to serve Matteo, staying by his side until the end of time... feeling the heights of pleasure... for eternity... or do you want to leave, wondering until the day you die, what could've been?"
Chloe took a moment to think... before letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I'll do it."
"Then swear on it," Camilla commanded.
"I swear my undying loyalty to you, Matteo. I swear to–" she blushed– "to do whatever you ask of me, for eternity. I swear it on my soul."
Then Chloe gasped as she felt Matteo's essence envelope her very being, soothing her, making her feel a peace she didn't know was possible. "Wow..."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Camilla asked, to which Chloe nodded. "Remember– Matteo is our owner, our master, our deity. He is all that we will ever need."
"Matteo is our owner, our master, our deity. He is all that we will ever need," Chloe recited the words reverently, as if they were scripture.
From that point on, Chloe belonged to Matteo.
To everyone else... Chloe Shaffer had already put in her two weeks, and they had just so happened to forget to replace her until she left to her new job, that of a maid. No one thought to question as to why she happened to vanish without a trace.
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