Zelda stretched her muscles as she came into existence. She felt the Masters presense leave her, as he was busy in many places putting people proper. Obviously, she did not know what or who she once was. She retained some memories of this place, but not too many. Touching her enlarged breasts, she was fairly certain they were not this big before, but that thought vanished from her head as the arousal rippled through her body from touching herself. As she came back to, it might have been 5 minutes. It could have been hours. Master could decide anything, including her orgasms length. She collected her stuff, what she felt like was hers, all these useless papers and machines she no longer needed. She headed out into the hallway. Now, this she did remember used to be an office of some kind. Narrow hallways, rooms with 1 or 2 people working boring desk jobs. Not anymore. The Master saw to that.
These red skinned devil girls were the Masters new overseers. Whenever he wasn't around, they were in charge. Right now they were flaunting themselves for no reason, so the Master must have been annoyed with them as they usually where much more modestly dressed. One stare from them could however chill you to the bone so Zelda made her way past quickly without eye contact. They used to be some of Masters friends around the office, and he thought it was a good idea to have them in charge. Usually, they could whip someone who was disobeying or even change someone temporarily as a punishment. Everything here was still very strict, but in a much sexier way.
Walking past the reception, Zelda spotted the old receptionist. Once a stern, overweight old hag, now she was standing like this permanently. With nothing but a robotic mind left. Her body stuck in this pose as well. Master said that she was experiencing her mind being erased, then reconstructed, then erased again. Over and over. 3 million times a second. Whatever had been the poor woman's mind was now just drool slipping out of her mouth. Master had said that it was fitting punishment for the pedestal the original put herself upon. Controlling the office from the sidelines. When the boss was not looking, as in most of the time, she would be making sure she was the boss around the office. Now, she was powerless, a drooling husk of what she was, knowing she had nothing to do but to be erased over and over for the rest of time.
These two dared to reject the Master when he asked if they wanted to have lunch. Not just reject, but laughed him out humiliating him. Now, they are no longer capable of laughing. The Master set them at a constant high arousal, incapable of cumming unless the Master is inside them. Once they each cum 5 times, he will let them move again. So far, he has not let them cum once. Oh, and whenever another worker walks past them, they mus slap them on their butts. Each slap doubles their arousal. They are fully aware of why they are what they are, and once the punishment is over, the Master will probably change them into fuck toys or bimbos, but for now, they are still aware and yet too horny to care.
Zelda stepped into a room she did not recognize. She felt... home here. Her clothing melted away from her body. She did not care. She moved to the sun lit door. She did not care. Memories flooded back, as she remembered being the boss of Master once. She did not care. Tattoos appeared all over her body. Not a care in the world, even if her older self would have screamed at such defacing of a body. Two words entered her mind. āFUCK. TOY.ā Zelda collapsed at the door in a orgasm flooding her mind and body. But she did not pass out this time. Master had decided. She would be his fuck toy. With her former memories still inside, beating a metaphysical hand at the prison she was in, all she could do was experience. Zelda smirked at this. She would be the best Fuck Toy the Master had. Both to please him, but also to annoy her new passenger. Zelda spread her legs, awaiting the Master to fuck her.
