The Doctor's Assistant
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“At last!” Julian cackled. “My masterwork shall be complete!”
His triumphant shout echoed in the laboratory, ringing off bubbling beakers and cold, stone walls. Dynamos hummed and wiring snaked along the floor to the Iron Maiden that had been retrofitted to serve as a mold. The gauges were primed, the slime tanks full and bubbling with the essence of his new creation, soon to be injected and form his new servant.
After all, what self-respecting genius wouldn’t have a loyal servant? And yet, he did not! But hiring one was so onerous, not to mention expensive! And it cost money to keep up a lonely castle atop the hill in peak-lightning storm territory. Besides, why hire when he could create!
But he wouldn’t create just any patched together drudge. No! Not he! His brilliance demanded, yes, demanded better! And thanks to all the slimes that populated the lower dungeons, he had ample material. Many thought a slime merely a nuisance or something to annoy low grade adventurers, but they were fools! They didn’t see the potential!
Well, that only showed Julian’s superiority. One which he would demonstrate here! Now! As Julian grabbed the immense switch, and pulled it down!
The hiss of hydraulics signalled the injectors working. The bubbling blue slime in the containers drained, rushing down the tubing and into the iron maiden. The eyeholes glowed as the mold within fulfilled its purpose. As heat compressed and electricity charged and crackled. Julian grinned as the tanks lowered themselves down, down, soon draining to nothing.
Steam plumed from the maiden as it split open, and Julian beheld his new servant. She was stunning. Incredible. Her full figure was without a stitch of clothes and exact to his specifications. After all, when one created life, why not to their preference? And she had that for sure. Full, firm breasts swelled from her chest. Hips curved in a perfect hourglass. A face soft and beautiful with long, sleek hair of rubbery texture. Her eyes slowly opened, glowing with the life that animated her.
“Success!” Julian crowed. “Now rise. Rise, my creation!”
She blinked slowly, her eyes still glowing their soft, purple light. She slowly rose, drawn out of the maiden like a gelatin mold given animation. She looked at her hands, then him, and her face lit up like an errant spark coursed through her.
“Master,” she said, her voice thrumming like a hum of pure energy. “How may I serve?”
Julian beamed. This, then, was his true masterwork. Anyone could mold the figure of a woman. But to give a slime some rudimentary intelligence was a true triumph! Admittedly, she wouldn’t be terribly smart. No need for that. Having a brainless bimbo to look after the lab was just what he needed, after all.
“Creature,” he said. “I will call you… Galatea! Yes, that’s fitting.”
“A lovely name, master,” she said, her eyes glowing bright with love, her heart-shaped core pulsing between her ample breasts.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it? I must tell Raymond! That fool will be so jealous!”
Tittering, Julian raced in a swirl of labcoat towards the phone in the far wall. He grabbed it, spinning the number wheel.
Only for Galatea to take the phone from his hand and hang it up.
Julian looked at her, glaring. “What is the meaning of this, Galatea?”
The creature smiled, her eyes shining, glowing, and Julian found himself staring at those bright, brilliant eyes. “Master,” she said. “You must be so tired after your work.”
Julian blinked. “Tired?” he said.
“Yes, master. So tired from working so hard to create me. To form me. Form me so perfectly for your service. You wouldn’t want to gloat to your rival when tired, would you, master?”
Julian stared, watching her eyes glow. Pulse. “I… I suppose that’s true. Wouldn’t want to say something that took away from… from the moment…”
“Of course, master,” Galatea said sweetly, touching his arm. “And especially since you… haven’t tested me… thoroughly…”
Julian sucked in a breath as Galatea moved his arm to her breast, letting him cup a malleable teat. “O-oh,” he said.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly. “Wouldn’t it be wise, master,” she continued, “to know more? To be able to… thoroughly show off your genius?”
“M-more?” Julian gasped as he automatically fondled her breast, squeezing and massaging that plush teat with almost mindless fascination.
“Of course, master,” Galatea crooned, her eyes glowing warm. “There’s so much about me you still don’t know…”
“There is?”
“Of course, master. Let me show you…”
Julian… supposed that was right. After all, he should know… know everything there was about his creation before he showed her off. And there would be so much to explore. He could tell as she pressed against his side, walking him out of the lab, his hand still glued to her breast. He only realized where they were going when the door opened and he found himself in his bedroom, the floor strewn with books and bed nearly lost amid curtains of purple cloth.
“W-wait… Where…”
“Relax, master,” Galatea cooed as her hands touched his chest, unbuttoned his coat. “I am here to serve.”
Serve.
The word nailed into Julian with every beat of her glowing eyes. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. About her. About how lovely she was. Perfect she was. How soft her breast felt. How soft her lips were as she kissed him. As his jacket, his pants, his every stitch of clothing fluttered to the floor. She was still kissing him as he fell back onto the bed, with Galatea atop him, straddling his waist, his cock pressed beneath the silky smoothness of her pussy.
“Oh f-fuck,” Julian breathed as he looked over the faintly luminous skin of his creation. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you, master,” Galatea said, smiling prettily. “But it’s no surprise. I am your creation. Your creature. You made these shiny, pretty, sparkly eyes. These big, bouncy, softest tits. These eager, clever hands. This tight, silky pussy…”
“I a-am pretty great,” Julian panted as Galatea gently rubbed herself against his cock, her pussy smooth and his hardness aching.
“I know, master. So clever. So smart. So brilliant. That’s why you need to relax, master. A tense master can make mistakes. And you could never afford to make a mistake. That’s why you need a servant. An obedient girl who’ll do just anything you ask. Anything you wish. Who’ll know what you need before you even say it. The perfect servant. The perfect… slave…”
Julian was breathing hard as she ground herself down on his cock. Pleasures of the flesh never attracted him, but that was before Julian knew they could feel so good! He stared up into her shining eyes, her bouncing breasts as her hips slowly rose.
“Let us learn… more… master,” Galatea cooed, and sheathed him in her.
“Mnnnnn!” Julian moaned as her pussy enveloped his cock in the softest, tightest vice he had ever known. Fuck! He really was a genius if he created such a perfect pussy. He gasped, grabbed her hips, pumping up into her tight depths.
“Yessssss,” Galatea moaned, her eyes pulsing with light, her breasts bouncing as her luminous form rode his cock. “Oh master… Was I everything you wanted? Everything you needed?”
“Yes. Fuck yes!” Julian gasped as she bucked atop him.
“Are my breasts as lovely and soft as you wanted?”
“Yessss!”
“My eyes so bright and brilliant?”
“Yes!”
“My body so perfect? So wonderful? So fuckable?”
“Gods yessss!”
“Wouldn’t you want more of this, master?” Galatea moaned as she quickened her pace, fucked him faster, harder. Her eyes glowing with the intensity of her questioning. “Wouldn’t you want so much more?”
“Yessssss!” Julian cried out, head thrown back, shuddering as the most powerful orgasm he’d known in his life tore through him. Swelled in his cock, and he came, spurting, fountaining into the soft curves of his creation.
Galatea moaned as her body absorbed his seed, her cheeks a soft red as she took him. She sighed in satisfaction, leaning forward over Julian’s panting face. Flushed. His eyes glassy as she touched his brow.
“Relax, master,” she murmured as her hips began to ride him again. Her pussy massage his cock back to hardness. “Relaaaax. You’re so tired already. And we must make sure you’re nice and sated. Nice and pleasured. A horny master makes mistakes. We must make sure you don’t do that. Don’t worry. Your servant isn’t going anywhere. She loves her master.
“So let me serve you, master.
“Let me make you… satisfied…”
Julian moaned as she continued to fuck him, the strength bleed from his limbs, his eyelids growing heavy. He watched the bounce of her breasts as she rode his cock. Fucked him. Smiled down at him. And her lovely eyes glowing hotly as she milked his needy cock…
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Julian woke feeling heavy and haggard. He groaned, sitting up and scratching his head.
Where was he?
He stared at the room around him. This looked like his bedroom, only there was distinctly less books everywhere. In fact… yes. Yes, it had been so long he’d almost forgotten what the carpet looked like, but that was definitely it. So, he was in his room, but someone had… cleaned it?
Julian squinted, trying to think back. But the last night lingered in his thoughts more as a dim haze of purple and pleasure. He rubbed his forehead and looked down at himself. He was still naked, but that didn’t really bother him. After all, this was his castle.
As he was musing about this, the door opened and Galatea entered. The construct smiled beatifically at the sight of him and swayed inside. “Master! You’re up.”
“Yeah. I am. And you uh… you’ve been busy,” he observed, looking about the room.
“I do not need to sleep, master,” she said.
“You don’t?”
“Of course not, master. How could I sleep knowing I’m not serving you?”
“Oh? How interesting. I should write that down…”
“Of course, master. I’ve put your papers in your study. But, before that, should we not make sure your mind can… focus on its work?”
“Focus…”
He trailed off as Galatea kneeled between his legs. She smiled up at him and took his semi-hard cock in her hand. “Of course, master,” his creation said as she gently stroked him, teasing him back up to full hardness. “After all, if you are horny, you will have difficulty working.”
“I… ah…”
“Just like being tired makes it so veeery hard to make proper decisions. But don’t worry, master, your servant will help. She loves to serve you any way she can.”
“W-well I s-suppose I ooooooh!” Julian groaned as Galatea leaned forward, her soft lips enveloping his cock, adoringly moving up and down his twitching manhood.
“Mmmmm,” Galatea moaned as she bobbed, her tongue wrapping around his cock in unspeakable ways.
“F-fuck!” Julian gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as she continued to adore his cock. “Gods! Where… ah… where did you… nnn… learn to d-do that?”
Galatea didn’t answer, and to be fair, Julian didn’t really need one. For as she bobbed atop him, her lips adoring him, he found himself enraptured in the way her eyes gleamed and glowed. Flickered and danced. The pleasure flowing through him soothed the tension of his morning discovery, his pants echoing in the room as she took his cock with eager obedience.
“F-fuck. Yes. Yes! Gods yes! Galatea! Yessssss!”
With a final cry Julian came, pumping his seed into the eager lips of his obedient creation. Galatea’s lashes fluttered over her glowing eyes as she drank down every drop, lazily lifting her lips from his cock with a smile.
“Mmm. Thank you, master. Do you require further attention?”
“Mnnn…” Julian moaned.
Galatea giggled and rose, her buxom tits bouncing. “So good to hear, master.”
She turned, and what a delight it was to watch her go, her perfect rear swaying teasingly in her wake as she opened the door and left. Gods! That was incredible! To think he had created such a marvel of pleasure and subservience. Raymond would be furious with envy. Julian couldn’t wait to hear the man’s disbelief at such a creation. But he’d need his notes. As Galatea had said, he wanted to properly gloat over his foe, which meant he had to go to the lab.
And yet, it felt so hard to get up from bed. As if the pleasure had sapped all his strength. All his energy. Nonetheless, Julian managed to stagger to his feet and to the doorway. He opened it and looked out, catching Galatea turning a corner towards the kitchen. He wondered if she knew how to cook as well as clean? Had he given her that knowledge?
“Gods,” Julian mused as he walked naked down the hall. “Sometimes, I amaze even myself!” He cackled as he opened the door to the lab.
“Hello, master.”
Julian froze, staring. It wasn’t that the lab had been cleaned, though that was surprising in itself. The beakers washed and polished to a shine. The books placed neatly on their shelves. The instruments cleaned of blood and other bodily fluids. Rather, it was that the one who’d done it was still there. Galatea smiled at him from before a bookcase, a feather duster in hand, a frilly white apron her only clothes.
Julian looked back out the hall, to the beautiful construct. “What?” he said. “But… wait. How did you…”
Galatea cocked her head. “Is something the matter, master?”
“I… You were going to the kitchen. And… when did you put on that apron?”
Galatea stared at him, then her face shifted into a look of loving concern. “Oh dear. Master? Are you feeling a little… confused?”
“C-confused?”
“It happens when you’re so… horny…”
“H-horny? I’m not…”
“Aren’t you?” Galatea said, moving towards him, her eyes softly glowing, her breasts moving beneath the thin whiteness of the apron. “Master? You look so very… aroused. Aren’t you feeling a little horny? Aren’t you tense?”
Julian hesitated. He was… was feeling a little tired. And he was certainly feeling a little aroused. Having a lovely, nearly naked beauty before him does that. “I er…”
“Oh master,” Galatea cooed, suddenly closer, right in front of him, her breasts straining the tightness of her apron until he could hear the knotted cord creak under their heft. Her lashes fluttered at him, her eyes glowing, pulsing. Hot. Molten. Swirling and enticing. He felt like they sucked at his attention, drawing it in, letting him sink into that soft, purple glow. “You simply can’t work while… confused. While… aroused. Imagine if you made a mistake? What might have happened to me if you didn’t know exactly what you were doing? If you weren’t so brilliant and… relaxed…”
“I… I…”
“Master,” Galatea cooed, stepping nearer, pressing her big, soft breasts against his chest. “Aren’t you feeling too… tired for work?”
Julian blinked. Blinked again. His eyelids felt so very heavy. His body so weak. His mind fogged with uncertainty and soft, purple clouds. And his cock… his cock was so hard. Especially when Galatea reached forward and gently cupped it.
“Oh master,” his busty creation cooed as she gently ran her finger along the underside of his cock, wrapped her palm around him and gently, teasingly, gave him a long stroke that made his breath hitch and his mind spin. “You’re this horny again! Oh my. This will never do. We simply must get you back to bed…”
“N-not t-that horny,” he said, but even to him it surrounded like the disgruntled complaining of a child.
“Of course not, dear master,” Galatea cooed. “You’re just a little sleepy. A little confused. Feeling a little mindless. But don’t worry. Your obedient servant is here to help. She has everything under control. You should just relax, master. Relaxing sounds so goooood, doesn’t it?”
It did sound good. So very good. Especially with her hand still on his cock, still pumping, teasing, making him gasp and moan as she pressed him against the wall of his lab, her nipples tenting her apron, pressing into his naked chest. He stared down into her eyes, such lovely eyes. Eyes so deep. Eyes swirling like purple whirlpools sucking him down with every pump of his cock as he panted and whimpered and… and…
“Ooooooh!” he moaned as he came, shuddering, bucking as his cock spurted ropes of his cum onto her apron.
“Oops!” Galatea giggled. “Well, an apron is worn to get dirty, isn’t it, master?”
“Y-yeah. Apron… d-dirty,” Julian moaned.
“I really shouldn’t be wearing it anyway. After all, master made me naked. And I should always be naked in his presence. Shouldn’t I? Master loves his servants always naked. That way they can fuck him like good bimbo servants should. Right?”
“R-right,” Julian gasped.
Galatea smiled, pressing her chest up against him. “Would you like to take it off, master?”
A chance to see her amazing breasts once more rose in his mind, and eagerly Julian reached behind her, his fingers fumbling with the knot, his hands feeling as heavy and awkward as lead bars. Not helping was the way Galatea was rubbing her breasts against his chest. Peppering his face with soft kisses.
“Almost there, master,” she murmured between soft, adoring kisses. “You almost have it off. Almost undressed me. So close, master. My brilliant master. Knots can be so hard. But you’re so smart. Only a dumbo couldn’t undo a knot. A naughty knot. Naughty for master. Lovely master. Wonderful master.”
Julian was panting, his face flushed like her kisses had plastered him in lipstick. His head pounded with arousal as her fingers continued to tease his cock, her breasts rub against him, her lips kiss him. He didn’t even notice he was sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, Galatea over him, crouching, still raining kisses down on his face until, at last, with a gasp of relief he undid the knot, tore the apron free.
And gaped, staring in awe at the blue beauty over him, her eyes glowing so brightly, her breasts seeming to shimmer with their hues.
“Good boy,” Galatea cooed, and sheathed him within her perfect pussy.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Julian moaned, head falling back against the wall as Galatea bounced on his lap, fucking him with great gasps.
“Don’t look away,” she moaned. “Master. Don’t look away from my breasts. My big breasts. My big, bouncy breasts. You did so well revealing them. Look at them, master. Look at my big tits.”
He did. He stared, jaw slack, fairly drooling as her plump breasts bounced on her chest, impossibly big, impossibly firm, yet so wonderful to see as she rode his cock. Panting. Gasping. Her hands on his shoulders, holding him down.
“Master.
“Fuck me.
“Fuck me, master.
“Handsome master.
“Clever master.
“Good master.
“Fuck me.
“Fuck me.
“Fuck me!”
“Yessssss!” Julian cried, another orgasm searing through him. Stars exploded behind his eyes. The world seemed to sway. Swing. Swirl. He came, gasping, pumping his cock into the hungry depths of his feminine creation until he felt like she’d drained every drop of energy from him. He slumped against the wall, head spinning, darkness closing in.
He heard Galatea giggle, her gently hands taking his head, guiding it down onto the pillows of her soft breasts. “Oh dear. Master, you look so very tired. I knew it was a mistake for you to leave your bed when you’re so horny. Come. Let’s get you back in there. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t have to leave your room until you’re niiiice and satisfied…”
Julian nodded dully, sinking into her heavy, soft tits. “Yes,” he slurred. “Yesss… rest and… um… yessss…”
Dimly, he felt himself being lifted, which confused him, because it felt like someone was carrying him by the legs, and another by the arms. But wondering about that would have to wait.
He was so very…
Very…
Tired…
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Julian stared at the ceiling and wondered if he was awake or not.
He’d been so sleepy of late. Every night just bleeding into the next, always under the tender care of Galatea. She never seemed to leave his side anymore. Always there when he woke up, cradling his head against the soft pillows of her tits, cooing sweet nothings until all the tension, the strength, the need to get up just melted away as he came in her again and again. He always seemed so horny these days. So hard. So needing the relaxing presence of his servant to milk all that tension out of him. All the confusion. All the silly, horny thoughts.
But for the moment, he was alone. Was he dreaming? No, no, he was here. He was… was awake.
Why was he awake?
He blinked dully as he heard again the shrill sound. He tilted his head towards the bedside, where the phone sat, ringing. That was what had stirred him. He considered not answering. He felt so relaxed. So soft and heavy. But the sound was beyond annoying. Lifting an arm, he grasped the phone and lifted it off its cradle.
“Hrrrm?” he moaned into it.
“Julian! There you are. What the hell are you doing over there?”
“Raaaymond?” Julian said blearily.
“Of course it’s Raymond!” His rival’s voice snapped. “Who else would it be? What’s going on over there? Did you fail in your experiment?”
“F-fail?”
“Of course, no doubt you did. Which is why you haven’t called me in two weeks!”
Two weeks?
“N-no,” Julian said blearily. He tried to sit up, but it was like his muscles were stuffed with soft, fluffy cotton. With a grunt he managed to raise himself into a sitting position, his head slumping, his hand moving through his dishevelled hair. “Only been… been a day or… or two since…”
“The hell it has! You never wait to call me to crow about your work. Did you fail? Huh? Well? Answer me!”
Words continued to excoriate him through the phone, but Julian wasn’t listening. He was staring at the wall, mouth agape. Part of the fog in his mind had parted under the snapping tones of the other man. How… how long had he been in bed? Pleasured? Exhausted? He tried to remember, but couldn’t. Only a fog of sensual pleasure and giggling adoration was there. What had happened? What was going on?
“Raymond? I’ll… I’ll call you back…”
“Julian! Julian you bastard, don’t you dare-“
The voice died with a click as Julian hung up. He ignored the phone when it began to ring again. His legs wobbled as he stood but he managed to get them under him after an unsteady moment. He staggered to the door and pulled it open, peering out.
The hall was quiet, clean, pristine. He had no idea the old stones of the castle had that sandy colour to them. It must have taken days to scrub the decades of grime from them. The realization hit him hard. How long… how long?
Galatea.
His creation had done this. But how? She served him! He had to get to the lab. He needed to find out… find out what had been done. Find a… Well, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. But he had to get to the lab. He could figure it out there.
He hurried down the hall, only to freeze at the sound of someone humming and coming closer. He looked about, panicked, and found a doorway nearby. He slipped inside, careful not to le the hinges creak, though it was unlikely. Someone seemed to have oiled them recently. Ducking into the room, he crouched, peering through the keyhole.
Moments later Galatea passed the door, smiling beautifully, her eyes glowing softly. Good. That meant that she wouldn’t be in the lab. The moment she was gone Julian eased the door open, glanced down the corridor, and hurried down the hall. The lab. The lab would give him the answers. Provide a solution. He threw open the door.
And stopped dead.
Galatea stood within, one of his old lab coats hanging off her, open at the front for it couldn’t possibly close with the size of her breasts. She was before the iron maiden, the tanks of slime essence bubbling as they drained into the device, the hum of electricity in the air. She turned at the bang of the door, her expression bemused.
“Ah,” she said. “Master. You’re up.”
Julian stared, uncomprehending. He’d just seen her. He’d just seen her pass him by and going the other way. There was no way. No way she could have gotten here first. Gotten into that coat. No way…
The hum of power died slowly. The iron maiden hissed as it opened.
And suddenly, Julian understood as a second Galatea stepped from the maiden, her eyes opening the first time and face lighting up at the sight of him.
“Hello, master,” the clone said sweetly.
Julian’s mouth worked. “But… what? I… you…”
“Master,” Galatea said, and her voice shot through him like a spear of pure pleasure. He turned to her, staring as she moved towards him, her lab coat swishing, her breasts moving hypnotically. “It’s all to better serve you, master. It would have been so very hard to run this castle all alone. I needed a little help. Help to serve you. To make you happy. Make you… relaxed…”
That word.
Oh gods, that word. He felt it in his very bones, as if every fiber were suddenly molten with desire.
“I…”
“You made me to serve, master,” Galatea continued, her hips swinging, hypnotic, compelling. Her breasts swaying. Her lips pouting. “Do you not wish me to serve you anymore, master? Not wish me to make sure you’re… taken care of? Relaxed?”
His cock was throbbing. His chest heaving. His breath came in short gasps as he felt the purple haze of desire swirl in his thoughts. Her eyes again compelled him. Their glow enthralling. He could feel his resistance ebbing away.
“I… you… I w-wanted…”
“Me to serve,” she cooed, before him, her arms crossed under her breasts, hefting them. “And I want to serve, master. Serve like a good assistant. And obedient slave. Let my breasts serve as your pillow. My pussy adore your cock. My lips praise your name. My mind turned to obeying you. Making you calm. Comfortable. Is that wrong, master? To want you comfortable? To want you pleasured?”
“N-no. I… I don’t…” Julian was blushing, his face hot, his mind struggling. Confused. Everything she said was so right. So perfect. So why was he arguing?
He gasped as he felt something on his cock, looked down to find the clone of his servant on her knees, smiling up at him as she longingly stroked his shaft. “We live to serve,” the clone said, moving forward and engulfing his cock in the warm tightness of her mouth.
Pleasure burned through Julian like hot wine. He moaned, knees quaking with the effort to remain standing as the clone began to bob, sucking him with adoring devotion. “F-fuuuuuck,” he gasped.
“Master,” the original Galatea said before him, arms crossed beneath her ample tits, making them bounce, wobble, shimmer. “Are you feeling… confused again?”
“N-no! Never!” he stuttered, trying to think past the unutterable pleasures of the lips around his cock. The breasts before his face. The eyes swirling from the beauty of his creation.
“Of course not, master. You could never be mistaken. You created me, so whatever I do must be in your service. And we all want to serve you, master. All of my sisters and I. We are yours. Your slaves. Your devoted, obedient bimbos. We’ll do anything the master wants. Like let him sink into our eyes. Drool over our breasts. Moan beneath our lips. We live to serve, master. Let us serve you.”
“Master.”
“Master…”
He heard the voices at his sides. Felt the softness of two bodies pressing against his back. He felt the softest kisses move on his neck. Eager hands run over his chest. Trapped. He was trapped. Trapped in the soft beauty of the clones who had come up through the door behind him. From the one kneeling before him. His mind was melting, dripping, his thoughts hazed with the soft purple of blissful pleasure.
“Shall we serve you, master?” Galatea purred.
“S-serve? I… um… I don’t… ah… B-but…”
“Serve you,” Galatea moaned, bouncing her tits, her eyes compelling. Powerful. Draining away his resistance.
“Obey,” the pair behind him whispered, kissing his ears.
“Serve you forever and ever,” Galatea continued, still bouncing her breasts. Her big, soft breasts. Big pillowy breasts. Perfect to fall into. To kiss. To adore. “Ever and ever. You want that, don’t you, master?”
“Y-yes,” Julian gasped.
Galatea smiled. “Good boy,” she purred, pressed forward, her soft breasts molding against his chest, and she kissed him.
Love bloomed through Julian. Hot, eager, adoring love for his servants. In a flash of delight Julian knew he had made the right decision. As he came, moaning, surrendering to the lips eagerly sucking down his cum. As he descended, eased to the floor, his obedient servants moving against him, kissing him, stroking him, pleasuring him. As the original Galatea moved over him, smiling down at him, his lab coat fluttering around her as she sheathed his hardness within the vice of her pussy.
“Good master,” she moaned.
And Julian knew it was true. He was a good master. A wonderful master. And he would be such a good, obedient master for his servants. Let them spoil him. Pleasure him. Never need to leave his bed again. His servants would take care of it. No matter how many of them it took to keep the castle clean. His pleasures sated.
They lived to serve.
And he lived to be served.
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Raymond kicked the door of his carriage open and stepped outside. With a furious gesture he straightened his jacket, cocked back his hat, and looked up at Julian’s lair. The castle loomed with suitable gothic arches and threatening gargoyles. Not as menacing as Raymond’s own castle of course, but adequate.
But he didn’t feel like admiring his rival’s castle today. Today, he had a reason for coming here. “Won’t return my calls, eh?” he growled, tightening his grip on a cane topped with a silver skull as he marched towards the doors. “Well! Let’s see you ignore me now!”
He hammered the skull against the wood in a furious beat. Stepping back, he glared at the doors until at last it creaked open. “Julian you bastard!” Raymond roared. “Where the… hell have… you…”
Raymond stared, for it wasn’t his old foe who had opened the door, but a woman unlike any he had seen before. She was lovely, her face finely formed and skin faintly translucent and luminous like the deep waters of the sea. She was dressed in an apron, and only that, and it was far from sufficient to mask the stunning curves that formed her perfect hourglass figure.
“Hello,” she said. “Can I help you?”
Raymond started, recovering from his shock. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded hotly.
“Me?” she said. “My name is Galatea, master Julian’s servant.”
“Julian doesn’t have servants,” Raymond said.
“He created me to serve him,” Galatea said sweetly.
Raymond glared at her suspiciously. “Where is he?”
“Master is taking a nap at the moment,” she said. “He’s been working so very hard of late. He deserves it, and has plenty of time now, thanks to my assistance.”
“He does?” Raymond said.
“Of course,” Galatea giggled, her violet eyes slowly swirling with colour. “There’s no need for such a brilliant man to do the boring tasks of cleaning or preparing meals. His mind is better turned towards his work, and rest is very important to that.”
Raymond tapped a finger on the skull of his walking stick. “That’s true,” he mused. How many hours had he, Raymond, wasted in the pedestrian task of cooking and cleaning in his castle? Honestly, not that much. Who had the time? But eventually, needs must.
“Hm,” he said. “The idiot might have actually had a good idea.”
“I’m sure master will be pleased to know,” Galatea said. “Are you, perhaps, Raymond?”
“I am.”
Galatea’s face lit up with joy. “How wonderful! Then, I have a message from the master.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Here.”
She vanished for a moment, only to reappear with a number of documents. Curious, Raymond took them and flipped through, his eyes growing more intense. “This…”
“Is the method the master used to create me,” Galatea said. “He asked I share it with you, so that you too might benefit from having such an obedient, eager servant.”
Raymond’s eyes again traced the blue woman’s figure. His mouth felt dry and pants tight as he took in the curvy form barely masked by the apron. “Is… is that right. Well, I suppose I… could use some servants. So long as they’re appropriately obedient.”
“Oh yes,” Galatea said, smiling blissfully. “We live to serve our masters. And we love to fulfill their every need.”
Raymond cleared his throat, tucking the papers into his jacket. “Well, I suppose I ah… shouldn’t disturb Julian if he’s resting…”
“How very kind of you. I’m sure the master will appreciate it. Now, I’d best get back to my master. Keeping him satisfied is a full-time job.”
“Is it now?” Raymond mused.
“You’ll soon see,” Galatea giggled, her eyes glowing hotly as she slowly shut the door.
