“Now, where would she put it?” Gina asked herself as she scanned Tracy’s bedroom. She wasn’t due home for another twenty minutes so she couldn’t waste time. One of the very first standard rules she learned regarding living independently from their owner was that they had to maintain an up-to-date journal reflecting their most treasured feelings.
Gina checked the dresser drawers and found nothing. Where would she keep it? she asked herself. She kept her journal underneath her pillow but not Tracy. Then she saw the middle drawer of the Vanity table.
“YES!” she cried out upon finding it. Then she sat down on Tracy’s bed and began reading. As much as she wanted to read all of it, she knew she was pressed for time, so she skipped to last week when Tracy moved in.
* * ** * *Dear Diary,God, I am so happy! Last night was one of the best nights I’ve had since my enslavement and I have Gina to thank for it. She is so nice... and it’s great to finally be able to talk to someone who’s going through the same thing as me. She’s so smart and reminds me of this college professor I used to have, but not only is she smart, but she’s gorgeous as well. I cannot stop gazing at her whenever she’s not looking at me. She’s a lawyer... or at least she used to be one before her own enslavement. Now, she’s very much like me. We chatted all night and then hugged and cried over our predicament. I feel really good when I’m with her and I’d write more if I didn’t have to get to bed.
* * *Dear Diary,Mr. McCarthy let me out early yesterday so I could go shopping with Gina. It was really fun. We have such a great time together. I was a little nervous about being out in public but Gina hugged me and gave me the confidence I needed to manage. I was worried that I would run into someone that knew me but Gina assured me that it would not happen. To look at the both of us, nobody would suspect that we’re actually sex slaves. I still pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming. Just before I left Mr. McCarthy’s office he fucked me real good. I wish I could say it helped calm me down but it didn’t. If Mr. McCarthy let me, I would be with him all the time. It’s weird knowing that it was him that turned me into a sex slave and yet I gush with pleasure at the mere thought of him. Gina and I tried on a bunch of new skirts and some lingerie. We are on our own when it comes to being creative with our owner. I am feeling especially horny tonight. Got to go.
* * *Dear Diary,I have been trying to avoid confronting this but something strange has happened to me. Actually, I’ve been ignoring the signs from the get-go. I’m having intimate thoughts about Gina and I find myself getting off to her image. Of course, Mr. McCarthy still dominates the majority of my thoughts, but every now and then I think of Gina and when I do I wish she were touching me. Have I mentioned how spectacular she looks in a teddy?
* * *Dear Diary,I am not imagining it. I get warm and wet every time I gaze at Gina. I think I’m falling in love with her and this makes me scared. Did Mr. McCarthy lie to me? He said he wouldn’t turn me into a lesbian, but all I can think of is how delicious Gina’s pussy would taste. I get really wet from just thinking about her. Could my love and attraction towards really be a normal progression from sharing the same experience? It is only natural that we would become close, but I never thought we’d become this close. God, I’m wet and blushing from writing this.
* * *Dear Diary,God, I am so like busted. Gina saw me looking through the open door to the bathroom. She was naked and I got to see her tits. Damn is she hot. Later on I heard her masturbating when I walked by her bedroom. I wonder what she would have done if I barged in and asked if she needed help. I have never seen another girl get off before and I cannot help picturing her with her legs spread and fingering herself. I get so aroused when I think of it and want to masturbate myself. Unfortunately, I have already masturbated my allotted times for the day.
Dear Diary,Gina did not say anything to me about me staring at her when she was in the bathroom. In fact, she was awfully affectionate today and I crave her touch. I understand Mr. McCarthy owns me outright and I cannot deny him anything, but lately Gina is the one I love. I want to go to her but something is preventing me. It’s like I feel so weak with desire every time I’m around her. The only time I felt submissive was with Mr. McCarthy, but now Gina is starting to invoke the same sexual response in me. I wish she would kiss me.
Gina was practically in tears from reading what Tracy wrote. If she had known her roommate was feeling the very same way she was feeling she would have went to her sooner. Tonight would be the night that she would seduce her. Tonight she would make love to Tracy. Never before had she ever considered sleeping with another girl and yet the prospect of being with Tracy had her dripping wet.
“But why now?” she asked out loud. There was no denying that Tracy was extremely sexy, so was it her beauty? She didn’t want to believe that she was that shallow. Gina wondered if Tracy was right about it only being natural for two girls who were undergoing the same intense experience. She thought about David for a moment and it still amazed her how strongly her body reacted to him. He had stripped her former life away and turned her into his quivering sex slave and yet she still felt an overwhelming need to please him. Could she have two lovers?
Tracy groaned as Gina caressed her soft round ass underneath her panties.
“I’ve... I’ve never done this before,” Tracy whispered, moaning when Gina playfully squeezed her ass cheeks.
“Me neither,” Gina whispered with a grin, teasing the crack of her lovely ass in the process.
“I... I love you,” Tracy admitted, groaning again.
“I love you too,” Gina replied as her finger grazed Tracy’s asshole.
“Oh God, I’m so fucking wet,” Tracy whimpered.
“Turn around,” Gina commanded in response.
Gina then moved her hands to unsnap Tracy’s bra and then reached around to cup her heavy large breasts. Tracy gasped from the jolt of delicious wet heat. Gina then stripped Tracy of her panties and now stood completely naked and dripping wet. It was the first time that Gina got to see Tracy’s naked ass and she nearly swooned from her roommate’s beauty.
“I don’t believe we’re doing this,” Tracy said in-between labored breaths.
“You do want too, right?” Gina asked her with an arched eyebrow.
“God, yes... more than anything in the world,” Tracy replied.
Gina twirled Tracy around so she could kiss her soft wet lips... and then they proceeded to make out passionately. As their tongues dueled for position, Gina one again took liberties with Tracy’s incredible ass. This elicited even a greater desire in the innocent blonde prompting Gina to finger her wet pussy below.
“Ffffuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk,” Tracy cried out, coming right there on the spot.
“Come with me,” Gina told Tracy as she physically had to lead her to her bedroom.
Too weak to do anything but comply, she allowed herself to be led to Gina’s bedroom.
“This was it,” Tracy mumbled as Gina spread her out on her bed.
“You’re so breathtakingly beautiful,” Gina commented as she gazed down upon her. “I can see why Mr. McCarthy selected you.”
Tracy smiled from Gina’s compliment as she gazed up at her.
Gina then climbed between Tracy’s legs and delicately teased her wet hungry treasure. At this point, Tracy was so fucking aroused that she couldn’t stop whimpering.
Then Tracy cried out as Gina buried her tongue deep inside her very wet pussy.
“Oh god!” Tracy whimpered, thrashing around with growing need. “Don’t stop!”
Gina proceeded to lick and suck Tracy’s pussy, eliciting one orgasm after another from her.
“It is very nice to meet you, sir,” Dave Sanders greeted Mr. Johnson with a firm handshake. The man looked to be in his mid forties and very distinguished looking with a hint of gray at his temples.
“The pleasure is all mine, Dave. I’ve heard a lot of positive things about you and have no doubt you’ll be an asset to the Agency.”
“Thank you, sir.” Dave replied, still clueless as to what was going on.
“Dave is rather anxious to learn about his role around here,” Mr. McCarthy interjected into the conversation. Dave was happy that it wasn’t he that had to bring it up.
“Of course you are,” Mr. Johnson replied with a smile.
“Let me inform Tracy to hold all my calls so we can have some privacy,” Mr. McCarthy stated as he walked over to his desk to press the intercom button. “Tracy, we don’t want to be interrupted.”
“Yes, sir,” Tracy replied through the speakerphone in a crisp professional tone.
When they were all seated comfortably, Mr. Johnson started. “As you’ve undoubtedly surmised, the Agency is a very unique organization.”
“Yes, sir,” Dave responded at the pause.
“On one hand we’re a legitimate international law firm that specializes in corporate law... but on the other hand we provide a service which produces a yearly revenue of ten billion dollars.”
“Incredible,” Dave whispered.
“We have over twenty offices worldwide which include established oversea offices in Paris, London and Denmark,” Mr. McCarthy added. “Now, let me be blunt. It wasn’t by accident you were recruited. We’ve had our eyes on you for the last five years and despite those law credentials of yours, your hiring had nothing to do with them.”
“I thought as much,” Dave replied.
“You’re here because of Samuel Harrington.”
“Uncle Sam?!”
“Yes, your uncle is Vice-President of Operations and one of our original founders.”
“How long have this... operation been going on?” Dave asked with shock.
The Agency’s been around for fifteen years but our technology even longer.”
“Can I talk to my Uncle?”
“He’s overseas in a meeting at this moment but he did say he’d be flying here immediately afterwards. He will call you on his flight and fill you in on the generalities and I’m sure discuss further in person.”
“When would that call be?” Dave asked with nervous excitement.
“Late this afternoon. Anyway, we have six offices in addition to this one. There’s one in LA, Houston, St. Louis, Boston, and Boca Raton, Florida. Have you noticed how many office girls we have?”
“Twenty... not including the personal secretaries,” Dave replied.
“You’re observant, that’s good. Each office is staffed with twenty girls and spend four hours every day in training. Gradually, these girls will perform covert operations for us within various government agencies. This project was first pioneered by your Uncle. The girls make excellent spies. They use their alluring charms to become the trusted employees and sex toys for targeted senators and congressman. In every case they are programmed to respond genuinely towards their target without hesitation.”
“Blackmail sounds too simple,” Dave commented.
“Very astute. We will videotape the politicians with their pants down sort of speak, but the blackmail element is only for a story in a failed operation.”
“Has an operation failed?” Dave asked.
“No. These girls are well versed in the art of sex and can manipulate rather easily. We have always maintained that sex is by far the most powerful emotion and we make it where our targets feel they are the ones controlling their new relationship with them, but in reality, their docile subservience to their targets is all quite an act.”
“Why don’t you simply use the same methods you use on the girls to control the politicians?” Dave asked.
“Because those methods don’t work on males due to something unique in a female’s chemical makeup. Doctor Sharp, who sits on the Board of Directors, founded the majority of this technology and he has had a team of the brightest trying and failing to figure out why.”
“And yes, there are a decent amount of female politicians... and we’ll execute that option down the road,” Mr. McCarthy added.
“I’m blown away,” Dave responded. “Thank you, sir. I won’t let the Agency down.”
“We’ve been assured you won’t,” Mr. Johnson replied with a chuckle.
Tracy found herself feeling anxious for the meeting to end, so she was happy to see Mr. Johnson and Mr. Sanders exit the office. She had no idea what they had discussed but from the way they were smiling, the meeting must have went well.
Tracy was still enjoying the glow she felt from her incredible lovemaking session with Gina last night and if it hadn’t been for the damn rules, they probably would have indulged again this morning. She blushed as she recalled some of the things Gina did to her last night and she wondered if she would have to spill to Mr. McCarthy.
“Hi, Tracy. How are you feeling this morning?” Mr. McCarthy asked her from his doorway.
“Wonderful, sir,” Tracy replied with a blush.
“Are you ready for our session?” Mr. McCarthy asked her.
“Yes, sir!” Tracy exclaimed.
“Yes, it appears you are,” Mr. McCarthy replied with a chuckle. “I think today we’ll reverse the order and head straight to our bed.”
Tracy’s breasts pitched forward and felt her wet arousal beckon her.
“Why don’t you have Tina Matthews come up to cover for you.”
“Yes, Sir,” Tracy replied as she quickly hit the intercom.
“Tina?”
“Yes, Tracy,”
“I need you to cover for me,” Tracy told her.
“I’ll be right there, Tracy.”
“Thanks, Tina,” Tracy replied as she noted her wetness. It was strange because as much as she wanted Gina’s pussy, at the moment, she wanted Mr. McCarthy’s cock more.
When Tina arrived, Tracy quickly briefed her on Mr. McCarthy’s status and then quickly darted into Mr. McCarthy’s office. When she entered, Mr. McCarthy was stretched out on the bed stark naked and rock hard.
“Get your clothes off,” Mr. McCarthy commanded and Tracy practically tore them off her body. Mere seconds later she found herself impaled on Mr. McCarthy’s cock and riding him, but then she was flipped over onto her back and being fucked hard.
Mr. McCarthy’s thrusts were hard and fast and soon Tracy cried out with one orgasm after another and only after Mr. McCarthy sprayed her insides with his sperm did he finally stop. Tracy lay there in a sensual daze, more exhausted than she could ever recall feeling from sex. Mr. McCarthy had literally conquered her, leaving her more satisfied than ever... and her last thought before sleep took her was never had she cum so much in her life before.
Max looked down at Tracy and grinned. He let her sleep for an hour and then allowed their talk to happen right on the bed... for really, the sight of her naked body was simply too breathtaking to resist.
Tracy was very happy as she told him about her new relationship with Gina. “I could tell from the way you were beaming this morning that you were happy,” he commented.
“Yes, sir... I...I never thought it could feel this way to be with another girl,” Tracy replied with a blush.
“And here you thought you were one hundred percent heterosexual.”
“I...I thought so, too, sir, but Gina and I... well, we kind of hit it off right from the start and our love for one another took us by surprise.”
“Well, I couldn’t be more happier for you,” Max responded as he smiled at his favorite pet. “I knew you two would become best friends... and it pleases me that you are more than that.”
“I...I’m glad it happened,” Tracy whispered.
“Enjoy it! And don’t fret about labels. This doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. I think I just proved that... didn’t I?”
For the first time since Tracy’s enslavement, she giggled.
“Now, you did read the book on intimate roommates, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Christina Trinity was looking at herself reflection critically. Looking at herself in the mirror had become a ritual as of late and she found herself frowning when she looked at her tits.
“They’re too small,” she declared out loud, but wasn’t it just last week that she was thankful they weren’t bigger? She jogged a lot and the last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself. Christina turned slightly to look at how they looked from the side and groaned when her palms grazed against her sensitive, erect nipples. She felt it all the way down deep inside her moistening pussy.
“God, I just got done playing with myself,” she complained, wondering what the hell was wrong with her.
A whole week had gone by since her strange awakening... at least that is what she called it. It was as if someone had suddenly thrown a light switch on to ignite strange new feelings inside of her. Christina was a virgin and although she knew she was hot looking, she was never really in touch with her sexuality before... but now she couldn’t get enough of herself and wanted to lose her virginity the first opportunity she got. But that was when she realized another change in her... and that was by far the strangest. Her desires had shifted... and no longer did she fantasize about some hunk fucking her... but instead she fantasized about lesbian sex.
Christina tried to deny it at first, not wanting to accept that her pussy grew wet every time she saw an attractive girl, but it was getting harder and harder to denying her growing heat for them.
It was still very much confusing to her, and then it got even more confusing when she found she had an even greater desire for girls with big tits. It seemed like the mere sight of a large pair would elicit feelings deep inside of her.
Then her rational mind came into play and she wondered how she could go through high school without once feeling anything sexual for another girl. Christina groaned when she brought her hands up to cup her small tits. Then she pressed them together to give the illusion of cleavage.
“I wish they were bigger,” she said out loud and a second later there was a tap on her bedroom door.
“Don’t come in, I’m not dressed!” she yelled out, realizing it wasn’t locked.
“You’re still not dressed?” she heard her mother comment outside her bedroom door.
“I’m getting dressed now,” she replied.
“Well, hurry up because Bobby’s here to see you,” her mother told her.
Christina thought about Bobby for a moment and wished he’d stop coming around. At first, she thought about using Bobby to quench the sudden fire she had inside of her, but then dismissed the notion when she realized it wasn’t a guy she was lusting for. Then suddenly an image of Linda appeared, eliciting a tug down under.
Linda Thorn was in her senior class when she was in high school. She was also very beautiful and looked like she belonged on the cover of Vogue instead of some dyke magazine. Christina remembered the one time that Linda had hit on her and how freaked out she had responded. She ended up avoided Linda thereafter but even back then she had to admit the girl had quite a pair of melon sized tits. Christina blushed with how wet she grew from the mere image of huge tits and she wished it was Linda downstairs waiting for her and not Bobby.
Christina moved over to her dresser to start dressing. She quickly slipped on a pair of panties and then picked up her bra. “I should get a boob job,” she mumbled out loud, remembering an article she had read about ten high school girls that received boob jobs for their graduation present. At the time she thought it was quite ridiculous and irresponsible of the parents, but now she was wishing she could have received a gift like that herself. Christina thought she should start searching the net to find out who the best in this field was, but first she had to get rid of Bobby.
Christina quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting tee and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked a mess... but she knew it didn’t matter how she looked because the last thing she wanted to do was impress Bobby.
Tom Cyr had to hold Zoey down while he tongued her creamy, delicious slit. She tasted incredible. Then he repositioned her, replacing his tongue with his rock hard cock and easily slid into well lubricated pussy.
“Ffffuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” Zoey cried out from his penetration.
Tom moved his mouth down on top of Zoey’s mouth and began passionately kissing her while Zoey squirmed with uncontrollable lust underneath him, ramming into her over and over again until they both cried out with mind-numbing orgasms.
Twenty-year old Zoey Hurley lay there in blissful state of sexual satisfaction. She smiled, relishing her relationship with Tom and not believing life could be any better. Screw acting... and screw being a celebrity... for she wouldn’t trade this new life for anything in the world.
Zoey knew damn well that science forced her to feel this way but the more she lived it, the less she cared. Never did she ever imagine being dominated could make her feel so wet and desirable, and she that she had it a lot better than most of the other girls.
Zoey’s mind drifted back to her first few months of her new life and as she did, her right hand began playing with her wet naked pussy. She remembered how incredible she felt when Tom fucked her for the very first time, having never experienced anything like this in Hollywood. Zoey wouldn’t have ever considered herself innocent when it came to sex, given she had indulged in a variety of sexual activities long before Tom entered her life, but the feeling Tom was able to elicit from her made her previous experiences seem insignificant in comparison. Tom became an addiction, shifting her priorities completely, and it mattered little that her feeling were artificial given how incredible they felt.
Gina was in the middle of the bed on all fours while Dave fucked her hard from behind.
“Harder!” she cried, meeting each one of his thrusts passionately.
“A little different from your girlfriend’s tongue job, isn’t it?” Dave asked her with a chuckle.
“God, yes,” Gina groaned while Dave continue to move in and out of her.
This morning, Dave had come into his office and ordered her straight to his special room. Fearing that she might have done something wrong mingled with her outright desire for him and the second they were behind closed doors, Dave tore her clothes off.
“On the bed on all fours,” Dave commanded her and Gina quickly did as she was told and now she was being pounded like there was no tomorrow.
“Fuuccccccckkkkkkkkk,” she cried out again from another orgasm.
“We’re going to make our last fuck memorable,” Dave whispered into her ear, and although Gina heard the words, she wasn’t sure she understood them... but seconds later she was crying out from yet another orgasm.
Later, as she lay naked beside David, she saw Tina enter the room. Dave had every right to have a ménage a trios but seeing Tina concerned her.
“Why is Tina here?” Gina asked with trepidation.
“I thought you’d like a little female attention,” Dave replied with a smile.
“But I’m... I’m not into girls,” Gina replied.
“Tracy’s a girl.”
“But that’s different. I’m in love with Tracy and what we have is more than sex,” she argued.
“Are you afraid Tina won’t be able to get you off?”
“Look, Dave... I’m not attracted to any girl other than Tracy. Please don’t make me do this.”
“Gina, Gina, Gina... trust me... I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”
“But...” Gina started to say but Dave cut her off.
“Gina Marie Honey.”
Gina gasped as new feelings bombarded her and strangely, the sight of Tina was now turning her on.
“How is this possible?!” Gina cried as her whole body throbbed with new desire.
“Consider Tina a going away gift... and once you’re done with her, go take a shower and report to Mr. McCarthy.”
Gina suddenly sprang from the bed and backed away. “Don’t make me do this!” she cried.
“Are you saying you don’t want Tina to bring you to an orgasm?”
“God yes! Of course I do, but... but I can’t,” Gina cried in response.
“You can’t?”
“No... I... I can’t do that to Tracy.”
“You really don’t want her licking your pussy?” Dave asked her with a look of shock on her face.
Gina saw the hurt Tina felt from her rejection and it was true she would have loved Tina licking her pussy, but she shook her head no. “Can I be excused to take a shower?” she asked with downcast eyes.
“Yes, so shower and report to Mr. McCarthy.”
“Yes, sir,” Gina replied and without giving Tina another glance she wqas quickly out the door.
Sam Harrington smiled as pleasure radiated down below. The meeting had gone well and his cock was being well attended to by an adorable young woman from down under. He was looking forward to opening up an Agency office in Australia.
Sam was on his way to the States to meet with the Board of Directors. Although he had already secured the votes, he would officially present his proposal to run the Australian office and train his nephew to take over. Getting the official approval from the Board was a mere formality.
Sam gazed down at the girl’s bobbing head as she pleasuring him. She worked so hard in performing her very best blowjob. The sight of her reminded him of his first wife from fifteen years ago.
Suzanne Snow was just as adorable... and extremely sexy. She still was for that matter. She had been a student of his when he taught Law at Western New England. The first thing he did upon becoming a member of the Agency was get a line on her. He remembered having to travel cross country just to see her. She was an assistant DA at the time and making a name for herself and he had enticed her to join him for lunch. He told her about the Law Firm he belonged to and made a pitch for her, but she declined.
Sam had Suzanne fitted with a set of Pleasure Chips, as they were fondly called back then, and the next time they met for lunch, Suzanne found herself feeling very differently towards him. The look on her face was he commanded her to climb down underneath their restaurant table and give him head was priceless.
Suzanne became the first of four trophy wives, and before letting her go, he had her sexual orientation altered. He just couldn’t accept another guy fucking her after him. He incorporated this practice with each of his wives and all his harem girls over the years. He knew the majority of them knew what he had done to them but it didn’t change anything. He did make it a point to keep in contact with them and keep their relationship pleasant.
Sam reflected on his earlier conversation with his nephew. That was when he learned of his nephew’s dilemma regarding Gina. He knew Max and he knew that Max would be a great ally, so he encouraged his nephew to cut his losses with Gina and turn her over to Max on a silver platter.
“Make sure you swallow every drop,” Sam told the adorable girl sucking on him. Without missing a beat, she nodded her head yes and sucked harder... and seconds later she was swallowing every drop of him.
Sam patted Kara on top of her head as she licked the last remnants of him. She was his newest trinket and he loved her accent. She had been a hostess at the restaurant he ate at the very first night he had arrived. Her priority had been college, but now it was pleasing him.
“Good girl, Kara, now get cleaned up and rejoin me when you’re dressed.”
“Yes, sir,” Kara replied as she quickly moved away to do as she was told.
Gina sat in the chair in front of Mr. McCarthy’s desk waiting anxiously for Mr. McCarthy and Tracy to return. They had been discussing her behind closed doors now for nearly twenty minutes.
When they emerged, she glanced over at Tracy in hopes of seeing some sort of positive sign, but Tracy avoided eye contact, making her nervous.
“Okay, I’ve heard your thoughts and now I heard Tracy’s and I have come to a decision.” Gina sat there in silence. “I’ve decided that you and Tracy will work best as a team.”
“Yes, sir!” Gina cried out with undisguised excitement.
“Although I understand the love you two have for one another is special, I trust you both to follow the rules governing such relationships, and not allow your relationship to bleed into the professional environment around here.”
“No, sir. We will be very professional,” Gina assured her new boss with happiness. She glanced over at Tracy and saw her smiling back at her.
“Tomorrow morning, you are to report to Doctor Cyr. Among other things, we need to transfer ownership from Mr. Sanderson to me.”
“Thank you, sir,” Gina replied with a smile. At the moment she didn’t feel the least bit attracted to Mr. McCarthy, but she knew she would once she underwent her new conditioning.
Tracy got up and walked over to Mr. McCarthy. Then she hugged him hard, tearing up in the process.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Gina watched her lover with a smile, pleased that this made Tracy truly happy. Then after their hug ended, she walked over to her and took her hand. “Come on, Gina. Time to go home.”
Gina glanced at Mr. McCarthy, who nodded his permission, and with that they headed for the door.
“Gina?”
“Yes, sir,” Gina replied, twirling around.
“I know Tracy is the natural sub in your sexual relationship... but in the work environment you are to differ to her.”
“Yes, sir,” Gina replied, blushing. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Tracy would spill information like this. Tracy smiled at her... squeezed her hand... and then led her out of the office.