After my dream, Master woke me up, but it felt like being born. Master and Annie looked at me, and I could see that I made them, happy.

I took a deep breath and felt... wonderful.

Master gave me a big smile and touched my face so softly that it made me all weak and wet. "Lou isn't much of a name for you. How about Louise? Luella? Leeloo? Hmm... from now on, your name is Luana." He said it like it was nothing, but I couldn't believe that he would be so kind as to give me a name. I mean, other names didn't matter, I had a name from Master. A real name!

Luana, I mean me, said "Hi Annie!" and she said hi back, and we beamed at each other. As sisters, we loved each other and we shared our love for Master. Somehow, I knew that already, without being told. "You should look in the mirror" said Annie, and so I did. There was a mirror in the hallway.

Was that me? The girl in the mirror was prettier than I was supposed to be. She, well, I, was a tall, slim girl, with generous breasts and a cute bellybutton. My shiny platinum hair was straight and long, my skin was ivory and clear, my eyes green and bright. I was so pretty! It felt right, somehow, as if some great problem had been solved.

And more than that, I was hot. The sight of my long legs and my proud tits in the mirror made me horny. Even I wanted to fuck me. One hand strayed to touch my pussy lips...

"What do you think?" Master asked me.

"I think I'm the prettiest girl I have ever seen." I said, Honestly.

"I think so too. I do. We used your own imagination for source material. You have quite the imagination. Very elaborate. You visualize well. You pretty much just look the way you always imagined you wanted to. I made your breasts bigger though, I like that. But it's a useful talent, visualization, it is. We should have you design all the girls."

"Its much more than I deserve, Master. I should be ugly." After all, hadn't I been an ugly boy that no one liked? Wasn't that the real me?

Master nodded. "That's true, true, you don't deserve to be so beautiful, but it's not for you, is it? No. No it's for me, for my pleasure. And my gift to you is that you get to wear this beauty wear it in my service. So, just do it, ok?"

I nodded, and filled with love and joy, I started to cry. Annie gave me a big hug and said she loved me. She kissed my tears and my cheeks trembled when her lips touched my skin. Her skin was warm and silky against mine. Then, shyly, she kissed my mouth my mouth, and I kissed her back, hungrily, for we had been born to love each other. Her kisses tasted faintly of strawberries.

Martin seemed to like watching us kiss so we kept going. Giggling, we pulled each other onto the bed. We wrestled and kissed and licked each other, knowing that our game pleased Master, and made his cock get bigger.

I loved kissing Annie. Her lips were red and soft, her tongue was warm and wet, and her breasts seemed to be as super sensitive as my own. I felt like I had never kissed another girl before, which was true, somehow. After all, I was reborn. Fresh.

I knew somehow that our whole bodies had been wired as sex organs, and we writhed with pleasure at the feel of sister-skin. Just her hands on my hips sent trembles down my spine. Her tits against mine felt like a whole new kind of virginity tearing away. Holding her made my heart race like an olympic sprinter's.

Annie lowered her lips to my pussy, and I laid back on the bed as she tongued my clit and kissed my pussy lips and I knew that life was perfect. I gripped her lovely red hair and held her mouth to my cunt and she kissed me and tongued me and quickly, very quickly, she made me cum, and it was like waves on the shore getting blasted with cruise missiles until there was nothing left but light and noise. I rocked with thunder, and then echoed. God, I loved her so much!

And then God Himself came to bed with us, and Martin-Master ran his strong hands over my body, touching and squeezing, and I was his, totally his. His touch didn't just make me melt, it made me run and flow and twist. Without a word or warning he eased his huge erection into me. It was too big, or course, but pain and pleasure were all one, and if I had a function in life, it was to serve him, to be fucked by him, to be his loving toy and victim. And if he had chosen that moment to take out a gun and shoot me, well, that would have made me cum just as hard, I loved him so.

I can't tell you how long he fucked me, he had superhuman endurance and so did I, and Annie cheered us on and caressed us, and I came and came and came and came and came, and you have no idea, honestly, no words can describe. My body was lightning in a storm. Time melted away into glory, and then into something beyond, and then I was cuddled up in warm, cum-soaked sheets, falling asleep to the happy sounds of Master fucking Annie, and the way she screamed.