The Master looked me up and down. "You were doing everything you could toresist the change! I had to search your mind for 20 minutes just trying tofin... something! You were supposed picture the woman you were going tobecome!" he was spitting in my face and through the mask I couldn't lookaway from his angry, angry eyes. He took his hand and forcibly cupped mycrotch between my legs. "You're still female where it counts, aren't you?"he lifted his index finger and dragged along where my cock should. ?The others had been suspicious of this method.? And it was true, if he told Ariane to callhim Master now, she would comply instantly.?That wasn?t the point of the game, however.? There had to be a permanent change, effectedby breaking their will.? ?You will doeverything I tell you.? Everything.? Do youunderstand???Yes.??Stand up.? Walk over to the bed.? Now lie face down on it.? Do not move.?Do not move an inch until I say so.?Whatever happens.?? Martin lifted Ariane?s nightie to expose. I smiled as I watched you scan the room, moving slowly in, then pause as you saw me sitting at the bar. I looked to the barmaid and dropped the white paper rose I had folded from the napkin on the bar as I stood and walked towards you. "What room number are you in?" I asked. A confused, paniced look crossed your face and disappeared as you tried to remain calm. "Sorry?" "What room number are you in?" "517" you replied as you quickly looked around the bar, "why would you ask that?" "Shall we. 1 Five years later… East of Maine, and only accessible via the Biddeford Ferry, a charming little island lovingly nicknamed the ‘Isle of Enchantment’ stood serenely in the middle of the Atlantic. It was given the name by the superstitious residents of Mount Desert Island because they truly believed it was an enchanted place. And they weren’t wrong. The little island was a serene, picturesque island with a small populace of very private citizens. There were never more than ten thousand.