THE MASTER BEDROOM 1 by Immaterialist

Feature Writer: Immaterialist

Feature Title: THE MASTER BEDROOM 1

Published: 30.06.2024

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Incest,

Synopsis: Mothers sacrifice for their children

Author’s Notes: This fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

The Master Bedroom 1

“It may not be much now, but just imagine getting it back to its glory.”

Sonja Anderson was beaming with pride as she showed her daughter Michaela through the long neglected Victorian house. Michaela, eighteen years old and the baby of the family, had, at her mother’s insistence, given up one of the few vacation days she had left before going off to college.

Empty nest syndrome had come down hard on Sonja. Not that anyone was surprised, she had been a full time mom to six kids while her executive husband had served the family with paychecks and many, many trips abroad.

While her mother saw only potential, Michaela saw ruin. Peeling walls, moldering rugs, but it was the abandoned furniture that gave her the creeps. Leaving a house to rot is one thing, but certainly the furniture would have been worth taking if only to sell.

“I can’t imagine that you could get this place up to code, much less to sell, for more than it’s worth.”

“You are entirely too pessimistic for someone so young. I’ve had it inspected, and the foundation and the framing are almost perfectly intact. Thank god the roof held up, there is no water damage aside from a couple of broken windows.”

Michaela wanted to be supportive of her mother. Sonja had thrown everything she had into being everything for Michaela and her brothers and sisters. For much of Michaela’s life Sonja had never spent effort to take care of herself beyond just getting on day to day. There were pictures of Sonja surrounded by her pack of blonde tykes, and while she never looked unhappy, there was a clear line when she hit fifty that she had just given up on taking care of her fitness. Michaela tried to get her mother to exercise with her, but Sonja’s response was always about deserving to age gracefully. Now she was closing on sixty, and all the siblings worried about her next steps.

Perhaps spending father’s money on flipping houses would be good for more than just keeping her busy.

Michaela stopped. She didn’t know why, but it felt important that she stop. Her heart beat faster, her ears strained but she heard nothing to explain the touch of panic she felt. Enough mid-afternoon light filtered through the dirty windows that there were no shadows out of place, but still her eyes scrutinized the corners.

Sonja was picking her way across the dining room when she saw her daughter’s expression. She could read all of her children like books, and Michaela was the beneficiary of her mother having five kids of experience before her. When they first arrived, her daughter’s lightly freckled face, framed in strawberry-blonde hair identical to that of Sonja’s in her youth, had a “I’m not eating that broccoli” expression. Now her expression had something unidentifiable to it.

“Honey, are you ok?”

Michaela gave herself a shake.

“Yeah, Mom. This place is kind of creepy.”

“I suppose all these old houses have that to them, but I’ve been here a dozen times, and I promise there is not a single ghost here. Come on, let me show you upstairs.”

The staircase was impressive, wide, running along the right hand side of the entry with a quarter turn up to the second floor balcony. Sonja kept a running commentary about what parts were original and what parts had been remodeled and when. There had been five bedrooms once upstairs, but one had been remade into two bathrooms, one for the family and the other for the master bedroom.

It was all in one ear and out the other for all that Michaela was paying attention to her mother. She could finally put her finger on what she was feeling now, what she had felt in the dining room. She was being watched. Whichever way she looked it was the wrong way, whatever was watching was always behind her.

“Michaela, sweetie?” her mom called.

Michaela pulled her attention to the here and now to find herself alone in the hallway.

“Mom! Where are you?” she cried, fighting down a flash of panic.

“In the master bedroom, I wanted to show you the en suite bath.” Her mother stuck her head out a door and beckoned.

With whatever it was behind her Michaela almost ran to the room. She saw her mother waiting for her outside the bathroom.

“Mom, I really want to…”

The moment she crossed the threshold into the master bedroom she felt a force pull her into the room with enough force to cause her to pitch forward onto her hands and knees. Door slammed and the draperies of the windows slid shut creating far more darkness than the time of day should allow.

Michaela screamed as she felt herself pulled upright and off the ground by what might have been barely substantial snakes wrapping around her arms and legs.

A source less red-tinted light filled the room, bright enough that Sonja could make out the look of terror on her daughter’s face, but not enough to dispel the shadows behind her. Michaela was held with her arms slightly above her shoulders and legs spread wide. Most terrifying was Michaela was held with her toes six inches off the ground, held aloft by softly writhing tendrils of shadow.

A piece of the shadow behind Michaela moved, and two eyes appeared, looking over Michaela’s shoulder.

“Get away from her!” The sight of her baby girl made so helpless caused what fear Sonja felt to boil away into the purest rage she had ever known. She launched herself at the shadowy form only to feel bindings catch around her ankles and her wrists secured behind her, completely arresting her movement. She landed hard and was pulled up to her knees by an unseen force six feet away from her bound daughter.

A voice slid from behind Michaela with the softness of a shadow passing along a wall.

“I shall have my servant.”

With those words Michaela’s clothes lost what little color they had under the eerie light and faded away as if they were no longer real. Wisps remained, sliding over her now naked, athletically toned, body, ever so lightly that goosebumps rose unbidden. Michaela drew a shuddering breath, cursing her skin for being tantalized. She refused to feel pleasure from it.

Sonja strained again at her bonds.

“Stop it! Let her go!”

The eyes returned to regard Sonja.

“I shall have my servant.”

Sonja made the only choice in her nature to make.

“Then take me, and let her go.”

“Mom! No!”

“Michaela, baby, listen to me. I will do anything to keep you safe, anything. I do this and you will have the chance to one day understand. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mommy,” Michaela said through tears.

Sonja looked directly into the shadow’s eyes. “Take me, damn you, and let her go.”

“Then it all shall be as you wish,” said the voice now behind her.

Her wrists came apart but not free, and soon she was floating and splayed as her daughter was.

“Let her go, you promised.”

“Once you have fulfilled the promise, then it shall be as you wish.”

The shadow passed in front of her and her clothes turned to mist as her daughter’s had. A perverse gratitude crossed Sonja’s mind that the entity had accepted her aged ugliness in place of her daughter’s beauty.

Sonja looked lovingly into Michaela’s eyes.

“Please, baby, don’t look.”

Michaela closed her eyes, squeezing out more tears, and nodded.

The voice whispered, yet both could hear.

“Do you give me your body?”

Sonja steeled herself for the violation that such a question could only promise. A last look at her daughter, she closed her eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Her body exploded in sensation, every inch sending stimulations to her brain. The kiss of sun on skin, a breeze making all of her hairs dance, the ache of muscles after a good workout. Tendrils of warmth penetrating into joints that had ached for decades healing them and removing the pains that had become nothing more than background to her daily life. It all crashed in her mind until it lost distinctions and became waves of pleasure. She fought as long as she could before a gasp escaped from her deep in her chest.

Michaela heard it and opened her eyes to gasp in turn. Her mother was straining against her bonds, unable to escape what was happening to her body. She watched as her mother’s middle-aged rolls moved, shrinking and sliding to become pleasing curves. Her skin became taut, removing wrinkles over a face returned to the fullness of a woman in her thirties. Her breasts filled and tightened. The nipples shed the damage of six greedy babies taking their nourishment from her body to stand diamond hard upon glorious mounds. Michaela watched as the writhing flesh toned muscle and erased cellulite until it came to the place between her mother’s legs. She was so engrossed and did not consciously notice the tendrils on her own body sliding in sympathy with the changes in her mother.

Sonja screamed in orgasm as the writhing reached her most feminine place. Her motherly vagina constricted as if squeezing upon a welcomed intruder only to stay as tight as a maiden. She felt her vulva shrink and the unruly bush fall away to a small triangle above her clitoris. Oh, her clitoris. She felt it swell, tingling with the restoration of thousands of nerves that years of vibrators had numbed.

Michaela was fascinated by the changes in her mother. Her mother was changed into a mature bombshell. She stared at Sonja’s pussy, now more perfect than anything she saw in porn. The sight and the smell of her mother’s moisture stirred something deep in her own groin.

“No, stop it,” she cursed herself mentally behind eyes squinted shut to close out the sight of her mother’s pleasures, “it is a monster doing it to her.” Her mother’s cries of pleasure could not be closed out, nor could the almost subliminal tracing of tendrils across her skin.

Sonja felt her body turn a quarter to her right and back so that she was halfway to horizontal. The shadow slid from behind her, taking more solidity until it stood between her legs. She felt a small part of her old life die when she knew that it was going to do what she had feared a scant few moments ago but now desired more than any partner she had ever had.

Her pussy was tighter than it had been on her wedding night. The appendage the shadow made was bigger than either of the two lovers she had known. Still, her passage was so wet that the shadow prick readily slid deeper into her than any she had ever had, stretching the newly tightened passage so far that an even greater orgasm tore through her.

Michaela’s eyes flew open at her mother’s scream of pleasure. Sonja’s were fixed on the demon when not rolled in pleasure. Michaela saw the shadow man, for it was undeniably masculine, thrusting between her mother’s legs. Its form was now more solid, ebony black without highlights. Its eyes still glowed and it spared a moment to look at Michaela. Michaela shut her eyes again, this time to restrain a new disturbing emotion, jealousy that her mother was getting such pleasure from the being that had chosen her first. The shadow tendrils ran up the inside of her thighs only to turn away just before reaching her mound. Others slid over her breasts, pinching and tugging, and she came. A moment of bliss, but she needed more. She wanted what her mother was getting.

The shadow turned its gaze back toward Sonja, she was coming down from the last orgasm to be lucid enough to answer the next question.

“Do you give me your mind?”

She heard it in her mind, and with it came images. Images of her as a slave to her master’s will. She would carry her master’s blessings, giving and taking pleasure with her immortal body to those he would call into his service. Beyond her answer to this question she would have two choices free of his dominion before an eternity of blissful servitude, leaving her old life behind forever.

Her life flashed before her eyes. It was a good life, a life that gave her fulfillment greater than she had ever anticipated. Her children, for all their messes and problems and defiances and losses and victories and strengths and resourcefulness and mastery of their lives, had been a success greater than she could have ever imagined as a young bride. But that was behind her. They didn’t need her anymore. She looked at her baby, Michaela, saw the capable eighteen-year-old ready to head into the world, and knew that she would have her whole life ahead of her and knew she had the strength to carry on to whatever greatness she would seize for herself.

And what was ahead in her old life? A husband who was almost never in the house left empty by successful children. Her oldest daughter and her two children lived halfway across the country only to be seen on alternating holidays. Perhaps she would get other grandchildren, but they could be gone by however the winds of fortune continued to take their parents, her children, away from her. Restoring houses? That was a pathetic grasp at making a mark on the world. Pathetic, compared to what her master would have her do.

“Yes!” she cried aloud, and another orgasm tore through her body and mind, leaving only the last two free choices she would have.

Michaela heard her mother yell the word “Yes” and again opened her eyes. Sonja had been freed of her bindings, but instead of seeking escape she had her arms and legs wrapped around the demon. Demon was the word, all shadow and fire for eyes. It turned slightly, giving Michaela a view of her mother riding the member that was welcomely violating her sex.

Michaela’s mind was reaching a breaking point. No matter how she tried she could not reconcile the doughy middle-aged mother who had entered into this house alongside her with the porn-worthy MILF desperately grinding her cunt all up and down the length of the demon cock. The sound of Sonja’s wet pussy sucking on the demon cock caused sympathy to bloom in her own. She tried to fight it down, but she had never so desperately needed to rub herself to an orgasm before.

Another orgasm was building in Sonja’s new body. Her master had rebuilt it perfectly, down to the instincts that twisted and squeezed and pivoted for total pleasure. She looked in his eyes, knowing he wanted her attention.

“Do you give me your soul?” again only within her mind.

The first of the two free choices she had remaining. More images, her clouding people’s mind to be seen as she wished to be seen, changing her body to be the most tempting ideal to the victims her master set her upon, to reach into people’s minds and free them of the bonds that kept them from knowing true pleasure. She answered before all of the powers she would have were shown to her.

“YES!!” she screamed as the mightiest orgasm yet squeezed her entire body. Her cry protracted until the last breath of air left her lungs.

The tendrils moved onto untouched flesh merely a fraction of an inch closer to Michaela’s pussy. Even that triggered another orgasm, better than she’d ever had but still not relieving the pressure.

Sonja was not aware of it, but Michaela was. She saw a mist leaving her mother’s mouth with the last of her scream to be inhaled by the demon, and her mother went limp in the demon’s arms. Her head tossed back, eyes open but seeing nothing.

“Mommy!!! NO!!!!”

But Sonja was the mist, and she was breathed wholly into her master. Master was an entire world of fire and shadow and souls. Time meant nothing within Master, and so she experienced a thousand years of glorious debasements and exaltations, dominations and submissions, taking and giving all the pleasurable torments. Her soul was shaped to carry all the powers promised, and most of all, she would forever carry a piece of Master so that souls she claimed in his name would come into him to be molded. So too, a piece of her soul would remain in master, and as time was without meaning there, she met and greeted and trained all of the servants she would bring to him.

Outside of the master, Michaela was weeping uncontrollably, her soul threatening to break in two between the shock of watching her mother die and the desperate need for the demon to take her the same way. She could not take her eyes off the demon still ravishing her mother’s body. One, two, three thrusts and it gave a roar, quaking in its own orgasm.

Sonja gasped, breathing for the first time in both a handful of seconds and a millennium. The Master diminished into shadow, slowly lowering her to the floor. She settled in a kneeling position, thinking how it would have been impossible with her old body with its old knees. The thought brought a smile to her lips.

“Mommy? Are… are you ok?”

Sonja opened her eyes. She found herself in the same spot as she had been when she exchanged herself for her daughter, who was still floating, limbs outstretched. She could feel Michaela in a whole new way, as if Michaela was broadcasting her emotions to her. Fear and love and concern and lust and shame.

“Let it be as you wish.”

The Master’s voice was in sound rather than thought this time. What Sonja did not feel was the guidance of the Master’s will. This was her last free choice.

Sonja rose to her feet. Michaela could not take her eyes from her, she was radiant and beautiful and alluring. She looked like the superhero mother she remembered from before she learned that mothers were just people too.

Sonja looked at her daughter with eyes of pure motherly love. She raised her hands to rest her fingertips along the sides of Michaela’s face and wiped away her tears with her thumbs. The tendrils slowed and then stopped. Michaela looked back at her perfect mother with all of her conflicting emotions shining for her mother to feel.

“Baby, baby, it’s okay, Mommy’s here. I did what I did so that you could go free. I will be a slave to the Master, but you may go free and not remember any of this. He gave me one last free choice to make.” She gestured and the binding shadows lowered Michaela to her feet. Michaela slumped down into her mother’s arms, her face on mother’s breast.

“You will always be my baby girl,” said Sonja, “but you are a grown woman now. I give you my last choice, what do you want?”

Michaela held the two futures in her mind for a scant second before she let one fade away like a dream on waking. Not taking her head from her mother’s breast she looked up into her eyes.

“I want to be like you.”

A shadow filled Sonja’s eyes, and the Master’s voice passed through her lips.

“Do you give me your body?”

“Yes,” Michaela said with the relief of setting down an unimaginable weight.

Sonja’s fingertip ever so lightly brushed the tip of Michaela’s clit. With that barest of touches the orgasm she had been perpetually denied burst. She screamed, her voice climbing to the register where neighbors would have thought a murder was happening were it not for the Master’s magic keeping them private.

Sonja held Michaela’s head to her breast with her left hand, right hand rubbing and probing her daughter’s pussy, finding all of the spots to fan the flames.

“That’s it, baby, let it all out, mommy is here, mommy will make it alright.”

Eventually the young woman’s orgasms, too many to count, passed. When she could make sense of her surroundings, Michaela found herself kneeling at her mother’s feet. She looked up into Sonja’s loving gaze as Sonja was sucking her fingers clean of her daughter’s juices. Michaela’s mind had been cleared by the pleasures, all that remained were love, devotion, and desire.

With scarcely any thought at all she lunged forward, burying her face into her mother’s sex, desperately drinking her juices and using her tongue to seek the essence of the Master.

Sonja sighed with the sensations from outside and within, from her daughter’s eager tongue, and from her Master’s approval of his High Priestess taking her first acolyte.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE