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Subject: {ASSM} New: Who Wants To Rule The World Part 3 ( mc, nc, mf, ff )
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Who Wants To Rule The World?  Part 3 ( mc, nc, mf, ff )
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/farleven/www/

A loud boom awoke Sarah and Jenny from the fitful nap they had been 
taking.  The strange place and predicament they were in left them 
wholly uncertain about what they should do.  In the end they staked out 
a small corner of the room and fended off advances from the other 
girls.  They'd ended up napping on and off for the rest of the day, 
wondering what was going to happen to them next.

The boom heralded the entrance of the man, their apparent Master, as 
the large doors to the harem room opened.  All of the women looked up, 
and most rushed to his feet, some apprehensively and some joyously.  A 
few girls, including Jenny and Sarah shirked into the corners, trying 
to avoid what new interests he had.

Holly stood at his side dutifully, still proud and naked except for her 
glasses, and shouted out into the room.  "Jenny, Master awaits your 
service."

Jenny instantly felt her pulse quicken.  She wasn't about to go to him, 
not if she could help it, but it wasn't easy.  Almost instantly she 
felt compelled to stand up and go to him, but she fought it.  Her 
stomach churned as she struggled against the command.  The agony spread 
through her, burning into every part of her, and all the while the 
thought of obedience drummed in her head telling her that going would 
end the pain.  Jenny didn't know how long she lasted, but in the end 
she couldn't continue.  She stood up slowly, with Sarah following her 
up.

"Jenny, don't give in, I know you can fight this." Sarah encouraged.  
She didn't want to believe that Jenny could succumb to him.  Sarah had 
to believe it was possible to fight him, possible to win and she knew 
that Jenny was the stronger between them.  If Jenny couldn't fight off 
her changes, Sarah couldn't see herself escaping either.

"This slave has to serve her Master, she doesn't want to but she needs 
to.  She's sorry, Sarah, please take care." Jenny chimed, her soft 
voice incapable of conveying her true sadness, both at her own fate and 
at abandoning Sarah.  She turned and gave Sarah one last look, no more 
than a sexy pout, but it was the closest Jenny could get to the despair 
she wanted to convey.  With that she turned away and began hoping 
towards the man.

Jenny bounced her whole way there, her gait reminding her of happier 
days as a child.  Now though she was completely naked, and she was 
skipping toward the man who was turning her into some kind of sex 
slave.  Jenny didn't want to admit it but she could feel her heart 
getting lighter with every step closer to this man.  Even in all this 
she marveled at how her new breasts didn't even quiver as she hopped 
along they simply stood out in front of her telling the world that she 
had been made for sex.  It wasn't long before she was standing before 
him and Jenny took position.  She held her hands behind her back and 
thrust her chest forward while she smiled at him sweetly.  Jenny tried 
to control herself, but the compulsions were too strong to resist.  She 
had to show off her body for him since it was really his body now.  
Jenny tried to stifle that thought, but she couldn't fight the 
compulsion to look up at the man's face and see if he approved of her.

"Ah, I see you turned out marvelously, Jenny.  You will make a fine 
addition to my collection." He smiled as he reviewed Jenny's new form.

Jenny burned inside at that, furious at him for treating her like some 
object and making her want it at the same time.  His praise sent 
flashes of pleasure through her, and she fought back against the sudden 
pride she felt at being an acceptable new toy for him.  She managed to 
take a step forward of her own will then rushed to him.  Jenny pulled 
her naked flesh to his, grabbing onto his hands.  With a determined 
speed she planted them on her firm ass as she rubbed her hardened 
nipples into his chest and nuzzled into his neck.  As she squirmed her 
naked body against his she stood on the tips of her toes and nibbled at 
his ear before speaking.

"This slave doesn't want to be your sex toy, Master.  She liked the way 
she was without her wonderful new breasts and fuckable pussy and she 
doesn't want to enjoy all the pleasures of your touch.  Please change 
her back to the boring little girl she was." Jenny whispered into his 
ears with the sweetness of a teasing lover.  Already she could feel 
herself growing aroused just from having her nipples pressing into his 
chest, and Jenny could feel her pussy leaking.  She knew she had been 
remade for sex, and her behavior only proved to her that escaping the 
fate in store for her was wishful thinking.

"Perhaps I can change your mind, my dear, but for now we must go to my 
chambers.  I have business to attend to and I wish to see how you 
perform." He gave Jenny a healthy squeeze of her cheeks and then let 
her go.  Jenny fell away instantly, not wanting to impede his freedom, 
and followed him out of the harem room.  She could only wonder just 
what would lay in store for her in his chambers.  

His chambers were much like the harem room, large and filled with every 
amenity needed to enjoy the pleasures of flesh.  Jenny was hardly 
surprised when she saw it, but she lamented it just the same.  Unlike 
the harem room, this one was empty except for one lone man who was 
sitting on some cushions in a robe.

"So this is your new toy, she is quite impressive." The sitting man 
said as he watched Jenny sway into the room.

Jenny found herself giggling and giving him a smile and wink.  This was 
her Master's domain, and here she was just a toy.  Jenny didn't doubt 
that they'd make full use of her either.  Of course now she was on 
display, and she couldn't help but casually pose her naked flesh for 
both men to enjoy while they decided what to do with her.  Jenny was 
nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of being out of control, her body 
seemed to know just how to behave, and any conscious effort against 
those instincts bored painfully into her until she just let go.

"Of course she is," Master replied as he turned to Jenny, "Jenny, would 
you please be so kind as to entertain our guest?"

"Please, Master, don't make this slave show this man all the wonders of 
her new body!  She doesn't want to be the perfect sex toy that Master 
made her!" Jenny sang as she fell to her knees and crawled towards the 
seated man.  She knew such protests wouldn't do her much good, but 
Jenny wasn't going to completely surrender to her fate just yet.  Her 
ability to object didn't slow her down any however, and it was mere 
moments before she was kneeling before this man and reaching for his 
robe.  Jenny didn't want to do this, but she couldn't help herself, her 
need to serve dominated her.  She quivered with anticipation, knowing 
that the robe was covering the organ she had been reshaped to pleasure.

"Not quite broken in?" The man asked as Jenny pulled open his robe and 
reveal his already stiff shaft.  He looked to Jenny and smiled as she 
stared lustfully at his waving member.  

"She will serve, but I've left her mind mostly intact.  She knows what 
she's doing and just how much she doesn't want to, but she can't stop 
herself either, or create a disturbance." Master answered as he watched 
Jenny leaning towards her target.  

Jenny couldn't help but pause at the awesome sight before her.  She'd 
seen more than a couple cocks through all her sexual escapades, and 
consciously she knew this one was nothing special.  Now, however, she 
was looking at it through new eyes, those of a pixie slave, and to a 
pixie slave a cock was the manifestation of all masters and Master.  It 
was her duty, her purpose, to give it pleasure and in turn it would 
give her pleasure as well.  Jenny tried to shake off all these strange 
notions that swelled up inside her, but she still couldn't take her 
eyes off of the stiff display of manhood before her.  All that remained 
was how she would go about fulfilling her duty and Jenny knew she 
wouldn't have long to wait.

The man let her enjoy the view for a few moments.  "I think we'd both 
enjoy a nice suck, don't you dear?"

As soon as she had heard the suggestion, Jenny felt a strangeness take 
over her mouth.  It took her a moment to realize that her teeth were 
receding into her gums and her saliva began to take on a thicker and 
slimier feel.  Her entire mouth seemed to swell with soft padding as 
well.  On top of all that, Jenny couldn't suppress the sudden need to 
suck on the cock in front of her.  It looked so hard and thick rising 
from between the man's legs, like some wonderful lollipop with a 
wonderful juice inside.  Jenny knew all she had to do was suck on it 
like a good slut and she'd be able to taste those juices and she'd get 
to have the musky shaft inside her mouth too.  She licked her lips 
instinctively to spread her thick saliva over them and then bent 
forward and opened her lips for him.  Jenny knew what was happening to 
her, but her desire to suck on the cock before her overwhelmed her 
resistance.  

Jenny heard him moan as she wrapped her lips around him and lowered her 
head, taking his shaft into her new mouth with one long suck.  She 
didn't stop until his entire length was inside her mouth, and Jenny was 
hardly surprised that she hadn't had any problem accepting him.  It was 
wonderfully satisfying for her when she felt her nose touch the root of 
his shaft.  Now Jenny had the full length inside her mouth and was 
already busy licking and sucking on him, hoping to summon his sweet 
seed from his sumptuously musky shaft.  Jenny had never really liked 
oral sex before, between the tastes and the mess she found it lacking.  
She savored the taste of the cock in her mouth and the musky smell of 
aroused masculinity she was engulfed by.  It was just the perfect 
lollipop too, long and thick with the most exotic taste that she 
couldn't even consider why she wouldn't want to suck on it.  Jenny knew 
all this was part of her new state of being, but that knowledge didn't 
slow down her tongue or her bobbing head as she embraced her new goal 
of making this man come.

Master simply enjoyed the scene, knowing that Jenny was getting her 
first taste of the life as one of his pixie slaves.  They usually 
adapted fairly quickly, as intense pleasure was something that broke 
down their will to resist.  It's easy to fight pain, but pleasure is 
alluring, seductive, and in the end the subject asks the question of 
why they are fighting against it.  At that moment they cease to be 
anything but a toy.  Master was rarely found much interest in his 
pixies for that reason, their struggles were short and limited.  They 
made excellent entertainment for guests, but Master enjoyed the 
struggle more.  Of course Jenny was simply a bonus, and he didn't mind 
watching her quick descent when he had the more satisfying capitulation 
with Sarah yet to come.  Sarah had caught his eye with her sensual 
shyness, and he looked forward to enjoying her.  Jenny had impressed 
him as a girl who indulged in any pleasures she wished, and even 
without her more radical transformation she would have been a willing 
slave in short order anyway.  

"Very good, slave, now roll onto you back so I can enjoy the rest of 
your charms properly." Jenny heard the man she was sucking on as she 
caressed his shaft.  Instantly, she pulled back with a long and sensual 
motion, freeing his shaft from her mouth with one last suck.  Jenny 
rolled away swiftly, falling onto her back and spreading her legs for 
the man she had been attending.  Her pussy suddenly ached with the need 
to be filled and Jenny found herself hoping that he wouldn't wait long 
to spear her.  Her desire to taste his seed fell away, only to be 
replaced with the need to feel his seed flowing into the depths of her 
womanhood.  Jenny looked down from the man and for a moment clarity 
came to her as she realized just how lewdly she was displaying her 
naked flesh.  Her hairless naked pussy was glistening proudly between 
her widely spread legs and her perfectly molded breasts were on full 
display for him.  Jenny had never displayed herself so wantonly, and 
yet now she was glad she could be so shameless so she could coax this 
man into using her.

"Please, Master, this slave is so empty and she will be a great fuck!  
Her pussy is hot and wet and wonderfully tight, just right for Master's 
cock!" Jenny moaned as she rocked her hips.  Already she was beyond 
thought, her need was washing away all other concerns.  She knew she 
was behaving like a slut in heat, and her only thought was the hope 
that the man would be enticed to fuck her even sooner because of it.  
She already knew just how long and thick this man was and knew just how 
wonderful it would have to feel to have him inside.  

When he rolled atop her, Jenny let out another angelic song of delight.  
His hands roamed her flesh freely, and Jenny simply savored the 
sensations.  She was still aching with unfulfilled need, but Jenny knew 
she didn't have long to wait before being granted her desire.  He 
smiled at her as he positioned himself, and Jenny cooed as she felt the 
tip of his shaft parting her folds.  Then she felt him sink into her 
with one long powerful thrust and she sang out.  At the very instant he 
rested inside her depths, Jenny found herself concentrating on the 
shaft and began using her pussy muscles in ways she had never before 
considered.  Now it was all so natural, the perfect way to use her 
passage to bring her current partner pleasure.  That was her duty now, 
after all.

The man simply moaned his approval and turned to Master as he began 
thrusting into Jenny.  "She is simply wonderful Master, I don't see why 
you don't indulge yourself more often."

Master simply laughed as he pounded into Holli's pussy.  She had bent 
over dutifully for Master once his guest had began enjoying Jenny.  
Master didn't always wish to indulge himself, but Holli beamed as she 
felt Master pull her walking dildo from her pussy and replace it with 
his much more satisfying cock.  She struggled to keep herself from 
crying out and focused herself on pleasuring Master's shaft as he used 
her perfectly sculpted passage.  He had painstakingly molded her vagina 
for his own enjoyment over the course of several weeks when he had 
decided to make Holli his assistant.  Her ass and mouth had been 
modified as well for those times he wished to use her as such.  For the 
moment Holli was simply pleased that he was making use of her and 
concentrated on showing that she was still the perfect slut for him.

Jenny was beyond any thought at this point.  Her pussy was filled with 
a cock and all that mattered to her was using her new body to pleasure 
the man inside her.  Jenny humped back with every thrust as she rippled 
the muscles of her passage around his shaft.  Her legs were wrapped 
tightly around his ass to help him fully enjoy her pussy.  Between the 
moans and grunts of their shared passion, Jenny kissed him as 
energetically as she was fucking him, and their tongues danced with the 
primal rhythm of their thrusting hips.  

"Oh, yes, Master!  Use this slave, fuck her hard!" Jenny cried out as 
she writhed under him.  Between her calls for more fucking her voice 
rang with her angelic sounds of passion.  Never in her life had she 
been so thoroughly used or so fully enjoyed being fucked.  There was 
nothing left to her except pleasuring and enjoying the man who was 
using her.

The man obliged her calls willingly.  Jenny was every bit the perfect 
sex toy that Master had said, and she knew just how to pleasure a man 
perfectly at every turn.  It wasn't long before he could feel himself 
want to let go, and without worry he shot his load into Jenny's 
quivering flesh.  

Jenny felt it coming, her instincts telling her that she had been a 
good pixie slave and she readied herself for her reward.  For the 
second time in her life she felt the seed of a man pour into her 
unprotected womb and cried out in her own release.  Her orgasm rippled 
through her with an intensity that dwarfed even her time with Master 
the day before.  But even more important was the honor of receiving a 
man's seed inside her.  It was the proof of her quality as a pixie 
slave and Jenny felt herself swell with pride at the warm feeling 
spreading inside her depths.

The man unceremoniously rolled off of Jenny's quivering form and smiled 
as Jenny pulled herself up and immediately went to cleaning up the mess 
they had made on his crotch.  Jenny did it instinctively, just another 
duty she had to perform to show how good she was.  She didn't mind 
though, the taste of pussy and cock mixed together was another exotic 
taste she suddenly couldn't get enough of.

"You do quality work, Master." the man complimented as he rested his 
hand on Jenny's head as she licked up her mess.  "I certainly look 
forward to seeing the rest of your merchandise."

"No doubt.  And Jenny how did you like your first time as a pixie?" 
Master asked, his cock still comfortably inside Holli's squirming 
pussy.

Jenny pulled up from the man's crotch, her chin dripping with juices of 
all kinds.  She turned around and wiped her chin off and hopped over to 
her true Master.  "It was wonderful, Master.  This slave never realized 
how wonderful it was to suck on a cock and her pussy loved being 
stuffed full with a nice big cock.  Her new body is just wonderful, 
Master, she can't wait for it to be used again!"

Master smiled.  Jenny would slowly recover from her post orgasmic haze 
and confront her original beliefs again.  Now, however, she would have 
the memories of her first use as a pixie slave to offset all of her old 
morals and beliefs.  She couldn't resist her new existence, and soon 
Jenny would be every bit the devoted servant that Holli was.  For the 
moment he simply ran his hand over her smooth skin and gave one of her 
perfectly rounded breasts a good squeeze as Holli received the reward 
she had been waiting for.  Both girls cried out together as their 
bodies served him and he knew both were reveling in his attention and 
their existence as his toys.  It was moments like this when even he had 
to wonder why he didn't indulge himself more often.

Master pulled himself out of Holli's hungry pussy with a grunt and 
waited for her to clean him.  Holli was every bit as swift as Jenny had 
been, and happily licked off every drop from his crotch.  Master patted 
her head as he waited, pleased that Holli still performed skillfully.  
Of course he didn't expect anything else, but even after all these 
years something inside him couldn't get over the novelty of having 
willing sex slaves at his beck and call.

"Ah, now it is time for us to get down to business, Mr. Orano." Master 
said as Holli pulled away from his crotch.  "Please follow me."

The party followed, all lead by Master.  Jenny wondered for a moment if 
she should, not sure if Master had called to her or to the man she had 
pleasured.  She quickly decided to follow behind Holli and remain as 
quiet as she could.  If Master wanted her, she would be present, and if 
not she would be careful not to disturb him.

Master walked into the adjoining chamber, pulling his robe closed as he 
went.  Inside the room stood two figures, each person almost lifelessly 
still, and staring toward the coming group.

"Here are my latest models, a perfect warrior and perfect infiltrator." 
Master boomed, his voice swelling with pride as he waved his arms 
towards the two figures.  He walked up to the first figure and turned 
back to Orano.  The figure was some kind of grotesque mix of man and 
machine, it skin seamed to shine metallically in the light and its face 
was cold and lifeless, staring ever forward with two strange looking 
black eyes.

"As you can see, the warrior's flesh is really a thick armor designed 
to withstand any standard anti personal weapon and many heavy weapons 
as well.  It has an advanced sensor package that utilizes a full 
spectrum scanner and full range audio sensor.  Because of this, the 
warrior can operate effectively in any environment.  The warrior has 
redundant backup systems in case of damage and given enough time and 
raw materials, the unit's internal store of nanobots can repair 
virtually any damage.  Operationally, the warrior can run at nearly 30 
miles per hour, and has knowledge of how to use all major weapons 
systems and how to improvise effective weapons from generic sources 
when necessary.  The warrior's skin is also capable of chameleon 
effects which makes it very difficult to spot when motionless or at a 
distance.  Once we are through here, you are welcome to see a 
demonstration of the warrior's combat capabilities if you like." Master 
rattled off like proud father.  Jenny could see in his eyes that he 
truly took pride in it, though she imagined it was his own 
accomplishment that he was finding noteworthy.

"And this was once a man?" Orano asked, amazed at the strange creature 
in front of him.

"Yes, I used an advanced form of the technique used to modify Jenny 
into such an enjoyable little trollop.  In fact this warrior 
specifically was an intelligence agent that tried to infiltrate my 
organization, and his partner is standing next to him even now." Master 
answered.

"Yet, he is obedient, a perfect warrior, yes?  He will not question my 
orders?" Orano asked.

"As I told you, one of these warriors will never question a command.  
In order to create a warrior unit much of the original memory had to be 
over written with combat training information.  The estimated retention 
of original data is only about 12 percent and much of that is short-
term memory and core memory.  There is still a personality there, and 
it can even carry on a conversation if you wish, but the original 
material is completely subservient to the new programming." Master 
explained.

"Excellent, and you will grant me a discount if I provide the raw 
material for these warriors?" Orano asked.

"Certainly, I'm not very interested in hunting down an army's worth of 
men for you.  Once payment has been made, the basic equipment will be 
transferred to your facility and we can help put your little country on 
the map." Master boomed.  No doubt an army of these warriors would be 
enough to conquer all but the largest nations on Earth.

"Perfect, and what about your other offering?  While she is rather 
stunning, I see little difference between her and the ripe little 
playthings behind us." Orano asked as he looked over the other figure.  
This one was a woman, and a stunningly beautiful one at that, draped in 
a sparkling red dress that both covered and displayed every sumptuous 
curve on her body.

"Exactly as it should be.  She is my infiltrator, perfectly molded and 
conditioned to snake her way into the confidences of your enemies.  On 
the outside she is simply an attractive female, but inside her head is 
a litany of seductive techniques.  With only a cursory study of an 
individual she will find her best way to seduce him and gain access to 
his secrets.  Of course she benefits from the same sexual training as 
my pixies and is just as willing as them when not on a mission.  Do not 
underestimate just how much work went into designing her protocols or 
how effective she can be.  Once she has secured access to her target, 
she is fully versed in computer access, assassination, and more generic 
espionage methods to suit her mission." Master presented.  

"Impressive to be sure, if she is as advertised.  Still, I have been 
very impressed with your results so far, and will certainly have to 
acquire a few of these infiltrators.  If they are effective, I will 
likely want as many of these as I did soldiers.  I can of course supply 
the raw material again, but I can not say much for the appearance of 
the girls I can use." Orano commented.

"No need to worry about that."  Master replied and turned to the 
infiltrator.  "Would you please remove your dress, dear?" 

The woman smiled sweetly and pulled the straps from her shoulders, 
letting the garment slide from her body and crumple around her feet.  
Both men smiled as they took in the smooth beauty of the woman before 
them as she posed herself to show off her body.  She was perfect, yet 
in every way appeared natural, unlike the far more cartoonish pixie 
slaves.  The woman looked young, yet fully ripened, Orano would have 
guessed she was in her early twenties, though he knew if she was an 
agent she had to be older than that.

"The condition of the raw material is of little concern, we can craft 
her into a creature as perfect as this one here.  All aspects of 
appearance can be set to your specifications, including race, facial 
features, and measurements regardless of the original status.  Of 
course the more divergent from the original the greater the costs and 
time involved."  Master explained.

"And these infiltrators are just as loyal as the warriors?" Orano 
asked.

"Of course, though we have had some small problems with mental fatigue 
with our infiltrators.  Due to their more personal involvement with 
their targets, we could not remove as much of their mental faculties.  
They are fully programmed and obedient, but sometimes enough of their 
old personalities remain that they eventually burn out from the 
conflict.  This hasn't happened often and we are working to solve the 
problem, but running too many missions with an infiltrator can risk the 
unit's functionality.  After a burn out they are good for little except 
pleasuring you in bed." Master explained.  He wasn't afraid of 
explaining the defects in his merchandise.  This was as much because of 
the fact that no one else could offer such products as it was due to 
the danger that his clients could pose to him.  Master was by no means 
weak, but he was dealing with some of the nastiest and powerful people 
of the world, and he didn't doubt they could eventually bring him down 
if they were determined.  It wouldn't be easy, but Master didn't yet 
have the resources to fully protect himself yet, though he would soon 
enough.

"Wonderful, let me discuss this with my associates, and we can then 
negotiate the details." Orano bowed slightly and walked back out of the 
room.

Master dismissed his slaves and went off to prepare the next round of 
demonstrations for his guest.  Holli lead Jenny out of the room and 
back on her way to the harem.  Even now, Jenny was still reveling in 
her recent use and giggled childishly as she felt Orano's seed 
trickling down between her legs.  She had never felt so alive or so 
happy and she could hardly wait to be used again.  

***


"So what do you have for us?" Marcus asked as he seated himself across 
from Agent Holland Frist.  Holli was in charge of the Bureau's Victim 
Recovery section.  It wasn't the easiest job, especially in cases like 
this.  Two other top agents were seated as well and each wore the same 
tired look that Holli did.

"Unfortunately, I don't have anything.  Wendy has proven so far that 
she is completely dominated by the programming she received.  We have 
tried every standard resource, but as you know we have never had good 
luck with recovering mind control victims.  With the exception of 
telepathic domination, all other forms have proven far more permanent." 
Holli reported woefully.  She'd done her best trying to get Wendy back.

"We still haven't determined just how completely Wendy's mental 
landscape has been changed.  Since we are dealing with atomic level 
nanotech modifications, they could have wiped her mind and simply 
imprinted this fuck toy persona onto her." Continued Agent Zaren, one 
of the Bureau's best nanotech agents.  "As you know, we have no way of 
recovering lost memories once they've been wiped this way, so we're 
hoping that her original personality is simply suppressed and not 
wiped."

"We do have good reason to believe that is the case.  A team of my best 
telepaths have already been in her mind.  Her conscious mind was glass 
like, transparent yet solid.  This is similar to the effect that most 
technology derived control techniques creates.  Wendy processes her 
programming without any real conscious thought, there is no conflict or 
drive other than to follow her orders.  Underneath all that we found 
what is giving us some hope for recovering her.  When we probed below 
the glass, we found the flowing colors that come from a normal mind, 
they were restrained and far less vibrant that normal but they were 
there.  We tried to pull them through the glass, to break Wendy out, 
but all of our attempts fizzled.  We believe that since this 
suppression was mechanically created, the organic elements of her mind 
are unable to route around the blocks." Explained Agent Vernon Poe, 
head of the Bureau's local telepath division.

"So what do you need us for?" Marcus asked.  Given the priority of this 
case he had better things to be doing than simply listening to dead 
ends.  Of course, he knew that these people were some of the best local 
agents, and they wouldn't have brought him if there wasn't something 
that he could or had to do for them.

"We all know just how important this case is.  Once we discovered the 
extent of the problem we've devoted as many resources as we can spare.  
Unfortunately, we have almost no direct information to go on, and right 
here in our lap is a girl who even at the least could know enough to 
help us pinpoint important locations and may even be able to identify 
some of the people involved.  Yet all we can do is fend off her 
incessant sexual advances and pleading for her master." Holli stated.  
"This isn't an easy decision for any of us.  I'm tasked with helping 
the victims of some of the worst criminal minds in the world to return 
to their normal lives, and so far nothing has helped Wendy.  We 
certainly can't return her like she is now, it would be more of a curse 
to her family then if they thought she was dead.  And finally there is 
the fact that she could help lead us to clues that could help us save 
other victims and possibly help her as well."

"So, what do you have in mind?" Mel asked.  She was certainly 
sympathetic to the girl's plight, but Mel didn't see what good Wendy 
could do for the investigation if she was still stuck in sex toy mode.

"Our thought is, to let Marcus here try to claim Wendy as her master." 
Poe said dryly.  The head agents all turned their eyes down shamefully.  
They knew what this entailed, at least in part, and they didn't like it 
at all.  Still they had discussed it for quite some time, and no other 
options seemed workable.

"You've got to be kidding!" Marcus scoffed.  Mel was far to busy 
choking to blurt out her own surprise.  

"No, were not.  Wendy has information that could lead to breaking this 
case, and we have no other leads that could provide us with this 
information.  We decided that it should be you because you're the 
closest to the field side of the nanotech division and could get the 
most out of the information.  Also most of our male and female Agents 
have already told her they are not her Master and we don't believe that 
try to back track from that position would help her to accept any of 
those Agents.  Still, there's no guarantee that she'll accept you, she 
may have imprinted in her who her master is.  If that's the case, we 
haven't lost anything, but if she will accept you, then we hope that 
she will be willing and able to talk to you about what she knows.  
There is also the possibility that with a few chosen commands from you 
and help from our telepaths we can restore at least some of who she 
was." Zaren explained.  They all knew there were a lot of long odds and 
risks in this endeavor, but the price of not acting was even higher.  

"We've already had another two cases pop up in the last day relating to 
this group.  Every day we wait is more lives destroyed and the greater 
chance for larger damage.  There is no certainty that who ever is 
behind this will stop at a few sex slaves.  With this kind of 
technology they could be capable of threatening world security.  This 
isn't an easy request, but you wouldn't be here if you couldn't make 
the hard choices." Holli hammered her point home.  She didn't like this 
any more then the rest, still if everything fell their way, they had 
the chance to stop more harm from being done.  

Marcus just turned and looked at Mel.  He didn't know what to think of 
this kind of request.  Certainly, part of him was reacting to the 
notion of having a near perfect example of feminine sexuality at his 
command, but he knew as well just how wrong it was to take advantage of 
her.  Marcus knew he would have to though, or else she could never 
believe he was her master.  Part of him certainly wanted to, especially 
knowing how willing she would be, but she was still a victim and he 
doubted she would ever want such a fate if given the choice before her 
transformation.

"We both know they're right, Marcus, as much as I hate to admit it so 
don't look at me like that.  You're the one who's going to get to fuck 
a sex toy." Mel commented lightly, trying not to fall to the same dark 
mood as the other agents around her.  She knew the score just like 
everyone else and there wasn't anything to be gained from dwelling on 
the negatives.  If there were any other good alternatives, Mel would be 
the first to pursue them, but lacking that this was the next best 
option.

"Alright, when are we going to do this?" Marcus sighed.  If Mel was for 
it, he'd do it.

"Right away would be ideal, the sooner you can establish your status 
with Wendy, the sooner you can get her to talk to us.  We've shut down 
the surveillance in her room to afford you some privacy." Poe answered.  
There wasn't any good to be had by delaying more then was necessary.  

Marcus nodded and went to prepare, he took a few minutes in the 
bathroom staring into a mirror and trying to wash away the disbelief.  
This wasn't something he'd prepared himself for, and the thing that 
scared him was the part that looked forward to having Wendy as his sex 
slave even if just for a little while.  The old axiom rang in his 
brain, power corrupts, and this was total power over another person.  
Marcus knew he'd enjoy it, he just hoped that he wouldn't be allowed to 
enjoy it too much.

"Looking sharp there lover boy." Mel teased as Marcus walked back out 
of the bathroom in a simple robe.  She saw the concern on his face, the 
worry and quickly moved to arrest it.  "Marcus, you can't go in like 
that, you're her Master, king of your domain and her being.  Remember 
that or she'll never accept you.  Don't worry about later, I'll make 
sure to remind you just how much of a sexist pig you are for the fun 
you're about to have."

"Thank's Mel, it's always good to know I can count on you for letting 
me know I'm a pig." Marcus laughed.  

"Just doing what good friends do, kick you when you're down.  Now, have 
at it tiger, you've got work to do." Mel pushed him on.  She knew 
Marcus would linger all day to keep from doing this and now was 
certainly not the time for delay.  Mel just wished she could watch, 
this promised to be quite a show, but she recognized the good judgement 
in turning off the surveillance systems as well.  No need giving the AV 
department more lewd material to enjoy.

Marcus stood at the door to Jenny's suite for a moment, composing 
himself.  Mel was right, he was about to play at being this girl's 
master, and he had to act the part to a tee or else all this would be 
for nothing.  He shoved aside the final thoughts about hoping she'd 
reject him out of hand and strode confidently into the room.

Wendy was sitting on her bed casually rubbing her pussy and kneading 
one of her firm globes as she smiled towards the ceiling.  As she heard 
the door close, she jumped up and looked up to see Marcus striding to 
her.  Wendy instantly fell from the bed and knelt before him, the 
strong aura she felt from him was unlike all of the other men she had 
seen since being placed here.  She quivered with hope that her waiting 
might finally be over, and she could be claimed.

"Do you know who I am?" Marcus asked, being careful not to say her 
name.  Somehow he knew that she wouldn't react well to it, at least not 
right now.  He fought back the doubt he was feeling, and simply let the 
lust at seeing a stunning naked girl kneel before him take over.  For 
once in his dealings with women, letting his cock control his actions 
would actually be helpful.

Wendy looked up at Marcus anxiously.  He was so commanding, so strong, 
she thought, but still she wavered.  Honest fear ran through her, she 
could not make a mistake here, or she would offend her true Master.  
This could be just a test to prove her worthy or her true lord was 
standing before her waiting for her to acknowledge him.  Wendy 
trembled, not knowing what answer to give.

Marcus realized his mistake as he saw fear drift into Wendy's eyes, 
he'd given her a choice, and that was not something that a new slave 
would have.  He only hoped a quick reply would keep her from breaking 
down.  "I am your, Master."

Wendy immediately averted her eyes, fearing that she offended him by 
looking up.  

"This slave is sorry, Master." she whimpered looking down at his feet.  
She hadn't recognized him, had let her own fear cloud her mind.  Wendy 
trembled again, this time wondering how she would be punished.

Marcus fretted again, how should he reply?  It took him a moment to 
even consider just what she had to be sorry for before he latched onto 
a few more of the eccentricities of master/slave relations.  "Of 
course, you should be.  Now, stand so I may see my new slave."

Wendy instantly jumped from the floor and presented herself for him.  
She pushed out her chest and spread her legs as much as she could 
comfortably.  Wendy dutifully kept her face sullen and her eyes on his 
feet.  Now, her fear was melting.  Her Master had came, and was now 
claiming her.  Even his punishments would be wondrous compared to the 
emptiness and longing she had been subjected to for so long.  Wendy's 
only concern now was that he found her acceptable and not turn her 
away.

Marcus walked around her, taking care to study every curve of the sexy 
woman before him.  He did his best to act like he'd seen judges act at 
dog shows, playing the part of an aloof master with another fine bitch 
to be claimed.  Marcus let his hands roam over her silky smooth flesh 
as he walked, and found himself enjoying the feminine gasps from Wendy 
as he did so.  The slow approach definitely let him snuff out his own 
qualms with taking advantage of this little vixen.  Wendy had been 
transformed for sex, there was not doubt, and Marcus was nearly as 
enthralled with her form as she was to her programming.

Pleasure rippled through Wendy as she felt her master's touch roll 
across her.  It had been so long since she'd been touched this way, and 
she had to fight not to let the wonderful sensations completely 
overwhelm her.  Wendy also fought to stifle her response, she was here 
to pleasure him, not the other way around, though she knew she'd very 
much enjoy pleasuring him.  Even so, when she felt his hand reach 
between her legs and cup her mound Wendy lost control and let out a 
very sensual moan.

"Nice and wet for me already slut?" Marcus laughed, letting his fingers 
toy with her nether lips as he reach under her chin with his other 
hand.  He lifted her head till he was staring into her lust filled 
brown eyes and smiled.  Marcus parted her tender folds with his index 
finger and enjoyed the unrestrained sight of wonder from Wendy's face.

Wendy simply smiled sheepishly through her lust filled haze as she 
gazed into her Master's eyes.  He was so kind to let her look at him 
so, she thought as she savored the wonder of his touch on her most 
intimate flesh.  Finally, she felt open to answer his question.  "Of 
course, Master, this slave exists to please you.  Do you like her?"

Marcus nearly melted himself at the sweetness of Wendy's comment and 
the absolute adoration that flowed from her.  There wasn't any doubt 
that she'd accept him as her master and he was quickly getting 
accustomed to the role.  "Very much, slave, you are simply perfect."

Wendy cooed at the compliment.  Nothing could have made her happier 
than his praise and he gave it so freely.  She pulled away from him 
slightly, hoping to enamour him even more with her quality.  She turned 
slightly away from him, enough to give him a profile of her voluptuous 
form and turned her head back to him with her best doe eyes.  

"Would you like to use this slave, Master.  She has waited so long to 
give herself to you." Wendy said sheepishly, doing her best to show 
herself as alluring.

Marcus was glad there was a chair nearby that he could grab to support 
himself as Wendy offered herself.  Even knowing it was coming, he 
hadn't been prepared for a goddess like this to be standing before him 
and offer everything she was so simply.  All he could do was gaze at 
her and take in the sight of her shimmering hair flowing around her 
sumptuous curves and her adoring, lust filled eyes staring at him with 
a kind of raw sexual energy that Marcus had never seen before.

It took him more than a few moments to regain his composure, but this 
was certainly not the time to blow it.  He was only happy that he'd 
masturbated a few times in the bathroom before coming into Wendy's 
room.  Even so he already had a raging erection just looking at the 
testament to sexuality before him and the thought that she was about to 
freely give herself to him.  His last lingering doubts fled from his 
mind and he opened his robe and let it fall to the ground.

Marcus smiled as he watched Wendy gasp as she looked down at his stiff 
shaft.  She took her time looking at him before turning her eyes back 
to his and giggling girlishly.  Wendy turned back towards him with a 
sexy twist and hopped the few steps between them until she had pressed 
her own fully naked body to his.  Marcus immediately wrapped his arms 
around her and bent down to kiss her.  Wendy wasn't shy about returning 
the affection, and in moments they were writhing against each other and 
kissing like two long lost lovers.

Marcus hadn't been with a woman in several months.  His life as an 
agent and his partner's professionalism kept him away from many good 
chances to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.  Now he was wrapped around 
a nubile young woman who had been reshaped to be an ideal sexual 
plaything and Marcus simply lost all restraint.  He reached down to 
Wendy's thighs and cupped them, somehow knowing that Wendy would be 
just as swift to recognize that he wanted to carry her.  She did, 
wrapping her legs around his waist as he held her up by her ample rear.  
Marcus quickly carried Wendy over to her bed and somehow managed to 
drop her onto the center of the bed while still keeping her wrapped 
around him.

Wendy squealed with delight, knowing that she was about to be used in 
just the way she had been dreaming about for almost as long as she 
could remember.  Her pussy was quaking in anticipation of being filled 
with her Master's shaft, and her juices were running down her thighs.  
Wendy was ready to have her life as a slave consummated.

Marcus didn't make her wait, almost as soon as her flowing hair settled 
around her, he was pressing his shaft into her lower lips.  Wendy mewed 
against his mouth as she felt her pussy opening to accept him into her 
depths and Marcus felt his cock descend into the heaven of her passage.  
Just as her outer curves had been molded to perfection, Wendy's 
womanhood had been crafted to be the ideal receptacle of her Master's 
attention and Marcus was lost in the amazing sensation of being inside 
such a wondrous place.

Both master and slave, victim and protector, lost to the energy flowing 
around them.  Marcus forgot his duties, his career, everything except 
the sex charged young woman he was entangled with.  Wendy had 
surrendered herself as well, her thoughts of duty or service simply 
washed away under the assault of her Master's thrusts and the pleasure 
each stroke sparked within her.  Just like two animals in heat, they 
pumped away at each other, lost in the wonder and sensation of their 
joining.  

Time simply lost all meaning, and both found stamina that would have 
shocked them before they had begun.  Marcus came more times than he 
could count, and still the pure sexual energy coming from Wendy kept 
him from going soft.  She was enjoying herself as well, rolling through 
a stream of minor orgasms, punctuated by a release of pure ecstasy 
every time she felt her Master's seed flow into her depths.  For both 
of them, this was the perfect moment, strung through countless hours 
and ended only by complete exhaustion.

If he could have spared the energy, he would have laughed himself silly 
at the end.  Even exhausted from hours of fucking, he was still hard 
and if he had the energy to move, he would have kept ravishing Wendy.  
Now, though all that was left was for his equally worn partner to suck 
on him as he tried to recover.  Never before had he ever had a marathon 
session like that, and he marveled that even for the wonderful 
tightness of Wendy's passage, he hadn't actually given himself a rug 
burned cock from the constant fucking.  Marcus would have been shocked 
if Wendy wasn't in fine condition as well, her juices just seemed to be 
a perfect lubricant, and idly he realized that was likely another 
modification to her.

Wendy was as expert in sucking as she was every other art of love 
making, and it wasn't long before Marcus found his seed flowing again.  
Wendy sucked on him till every drop had been pulled, and he finally 
began to get soft.  She licked her lips and smiled as she pulled 
herself along Marcus's side till she was resting beside him.  She 
pressed her perfect orbs into his side and smiled.

"Did Master enjoy his slave?" She asked sweetly, leaving no doubt that 
she had enjoyed herself as she snuggled into his side.

Marcus let his hands roam casually over her soft skin as he considered 
his reply.  "Of course, you were perfect."

"Thank you, Master!" Wendy giggled at the compliment.  She couldn't 
remember a time when she had even enjoyed herself this much, or felt 
this satisfied.  The thought that this was just the beginning filled 
Wendy with joy for her future.

Marcus merely smiled, his final burst of energy exhausted.  As he 
drifted off to sleep with a sexy little mink cuddled up against him he 
could understand the lengths men could go for such pleasure.  When he 
woke up he'd have to begin working to free Wendy again, but for now he 
just let himself savor the afterglow with his well used slave and let 
his dreams fill with might have beens.

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