A short while later Josh returned holding a pair of scissors. "Here, you'll need these. It's been decided that you're to be returned to Penbrooke as soon as possible. We're going to need the space. There was a cheerleader conference scheduled at the local university, and were going to be busy processing them this week."

Cindy flinched as Josh licked his lips, taking the scissors from him. "What do I need these for?"

"You'll see."

Cindy felt the familiar tingle in her neck and found herself walking over to the pile of discarded clothes at the side of the bed. Cindy felt like a puppet, her arms and legs moving without her orders. Yesterday she had been scared and then swept away by her fucking. Now she was fully resigned to her fate and felt the odd sensation of being an observer in her own body.

While Cindy was wrapped up in thought of her new state, she reached down and picked out her pants and blouse from the pile, setting them on the bed. She picked up the scissors and quickly sliced up both garments. She cut her pants right where the pant legs met the crotch, leaving only enough cloth to cover her bush and the top of her ass. Her blouse was cut almost in half and the sleeves were removed, Cindy estimated it would leave just enough to cover her chest, if that. Once she finished she handed the scissors back to Josh and considered that she would almost rather go out naked than in these abbreviated clothes.

"Well, we do have to keep up some appearances. It wouldn't do for you to go about naked on the outside. We haven't gotten everyone yet, and most people just wouldn't understand. Now, you need to get dressed so you can get going. Don't bother with the underwear, you won't be wearing them anymore." Josh explained.

Cindy quickly complied, pulling up the pants and putting on the remains of her blouse. She found that she could only button the bottom few buttons, just enough to hold the garment together in the middle. Her cleavage clearly showed at the top and the blouse had been cut up so far that the bottom of her breasts peaked out from the below. Cindy wasn't sure if she preferred this to just going around naked. She felt like a tramp dressed like she was, and that was almost a greater indignity.

"You look wonderful, your driver's waiting." Josh waved her to the door.

Cindy walked out into the hallway and found Megan waiting there. Megan was dressed much the same as Cindy was. Megan's pants had been cut in the same style, though she wore a sheer white tank top instead of a blouse. The tank top was obviously a size too small, her C cup breasts strained against the fabric, her areola clearly showing through the white fabric, and the bottom of the tank top rested just below the crimson circles at the tips of breasts. Megan's light brown hair had been pulled back in a rough ponytail, leaving stragglers hanging around her head. Megan's skin still shimmered with sweat from the workout she had just endured, her brown eyes still clouded by the orgasm she was still recovering from. As she saw Cindy look her over, Megan blushed, embarrassed at every aspect of her appearance and the distinctive smell of sex that came from between her legs.

Josh whistled, as he looked Megan over. "It's too bad we didn't have time to have a little party." He casually lifted up Megan's shirt and fondled her breast. Megan whimpered but didn't pull back.

"You'll have to come back again. I'll be sure to get you on my schedule." Josh reached down Megan's shorts and cupped her mound, eliciting another whimper and a deeper shade of red across her skin. "Now remember, you need to tell Cindy the standard lecture. It'll be easier on her if she knows what to expect before it happens."

Megan nodded her head as Josh continued to grope her. Cindy watched the scene with surprise. Megan hadn't been exceptionally conservative in dress or conduct, but Cindy never expected her to just hold still and take this kind of treatment. This as much as anything else that had happened left Cindy wondering how long it would be before she complied regardless of a tingle from the base of her neck.

"Alright then, have a nice trip. Come back again soon, ladies." Josh reached around and grabbed hold both girls on the ass before leaving them standing in silence.

They stood in silence for a moment before Megan began sniffling. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about all this."

Cindy embraced her friend as she sobbed. "It's okay, you couldn't have done anything. Now, let's get out of here."

Megan cried for a few more minutes holding on to her friend. She sniffled again then pulled back, pulling her meager covering back over her breasts. "Okay."

They walked in silence the rest of the way out. They were met with whistles and leers by almost every man walking past. Every naked girl exchanged looks of pity with them. Several times they were stopped as they made their way out of the facility to be groped by some passerby. Megan took the encounters with as much grace as she had left, reseating her clothes after each handling. Cindy resisted the first time, slapping the attacker and pulling away. With a tingle at the back of her neck Cindy unbuttoned her blouse and presented her breasts to the staffer. He fondled her for a few minutes before letting the two girls go on their way. In return for her resistance, Cindy was forced to walk the rest of the way with her breasts thrust out and exposed, offering a feel to every man that walked by.

"The ones in charge don't like you to fight back. It's bad enough having to follow their standard program without adding to it." Megan warmed her.

Cindy's task of offering her charms to every passerby slowed their progress considerably, but at long last, they made it to the main entrance. As soon as she walked past the receptionist's desk, Cindy rebuttoned her blouse. Cindy was glad it was over, though she wondered what further humiliations she would be forced to endure. A valet brought up Megan's car and soon they were on the open road, heading for Penbrooke.

"How are you holding up?" Megan asked, placing a comforting hand on her friend's leg as she drove.

"Okay, I guess. This is a lot to take in, being turned into some kind of sex puppet." Cindy answered. "How long has it been for you?"

"It seems like forever, but it's only been about two weeks." Megan answered. "The first days are the worst. Getting used to all the changes they make to you."

"Like what?"

"First is the clothes. We dress like this all the time were out of the house, unless we're ordered to dress up for something. If we're inside a building, we strip at the front door and go naked. The worst thing is the impulses though." Megan explained.

"Impulses?" Cindy asked.

"That's what we call them anyway. It's completely random, you just get an urge to do some sex thing with someone. You'll be walking past a guy on the street and the next thing you know you're fucking him, right there in public." Megan explained, a glimmer of lust in her eyes with the last admission. "It doesn't stop at straight fucking. There isn't an act you won't do, anytime, anywhere with anyone. The only good thing is you always end with one of these great orgasms."

Cindy recoiled a bit at Megan's description of her future. She was also a bit shocked at Megan's lusty reaction to her descriptions. Cindy wondered if she would be the same way soon, wistfully waiting for her next impulse to fuck someone. "How did this happen to Penbrooke?" Cindy asked.

"Well, everything seemed to change after this free concert came to town." Megan began. The Fall of Penbrooke:

Megan had been surprised when she heard about the free concert being held by her favorite band that Friday. She regretted that Cindy was off on vacation and would miss it, but Megan wasn't about to deprive herself of the experience.

The concert itself hadn't been as good as Megan had hoped. The band seemed wooden, as if their heart wasn't into their performance. An odd sound from the speakers had also cropped up from time to time and by the time the concert was over she was slightly nauseous. On her way out, she was offered souvenir black disks with the band's name on them. They had plenty and told her to take one for each of her family. Megan did so, though she knew none of her family would care. It was still a neat souvenir.

When she reached home, Megan began feeling strange again. The concert had gotten out late, and the rest of her family was asleep when she had gotten back. Still feeling strange, she walked up the stairs to the bedrooms and placed a souvenir on the back of the neck of her parents and older sister. Megan didn't know why she did it but felt compelled to do so. As soon as she was finished, she walked over to a phone and dialed a number. When it answered, she pressed several buttons and hung up. As she let go of the receiver she sat down on the floor and slipped into unconsciousness.

The next thing Megan remembered was waking up on a bed. She tossed for a moment before realizing it wasn't her bed and bolted upright. She was greeted with the sight of thousands of people sitting in the seats of the concert hall she had been at the night before, all looking at her. She sat on the bed, wondering if she was having some kind of dream. She didn't feel like she was dreaming but still she was sitting on a stage in front of thousands of people. She looked around the stage, several cameras were pointed at her, and a Mic hovered just above the bed. As she turned to the back of the stage, she saw herself, on the projection screens that lined the end of the stage.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Penbrooke. I'm here to introduce you to your new way of life."

Megan looked to see an older man walk out onto the stage, holding a microphone. She wondered what he was talking about.

The concert hall maintained an eerie silence at the man's comment. The audience remained quiet, staring down on the stage.

"I am Brice Pearson, an associate with Human Resources International, and I am proud to announce that Penbrooke has now joined the HRI world community. At HRI, we believe in unlocking human potential, and channeling it in positive directions. To facilitate this we use technology to unlock your inhibitions and manage your capabilities for greatest effect. To demonstrate the HRI advantage in personnel management we will have a presentation with the lovely Megan Carm from Penbrooke High on the HRI evaluation process. Please enjoy the presentation. After Megan has finished we'll take you in sections for your own evaluations." Pearson explained with practiced professionalism. Once he finished, he pulled back to the side and the cameras switched back to Megan, who still sat on the edge of the bed.

Megan wondered what he could be talking about. She certainly didn't want any part of this and tried to get up. No matter how hard she tried, her legs refused to let her up and she remained seated. She was about to risk crawling away when Brice spoke again.

"First we test our control with a simple exercise."

Megan felt an odd tingling sensation at the base of her neck. Before she could reach back to find the source, she found herself standing up and walking to the edge of the stage, only a few feet in front of the bed. Fear swept through her as she wondered what had caused her to do that. She looked down at the front rows of the audience in front of her, recognizing many of her fellow classmates mixed in with neighbors and other townsfolk.

As she stopped at the edge of the stage, her hands reached down, grabbing the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing. With one long pull, she found herself standing in front of the town of Penbrooke topless, except for her bra. Megan instantly went red with embarrassment, her body, however, continued with the demonstration. As soon as her hand dropped her shirt to the stage, she found herself thrusting out her chest, her hands went between the cups of her bra and unclasped it. A moment later, her bra joined her shirt on the stage, her nipples hardening involuntarily from the slight chill in the air. She felt her upper body twist, jiggling her perky breasts for the entire town. Megan had never been so embarrassed, but only the crimson hue of her skin gave away her feelings as she gave the crowd her best school girl smile. With another casual movement, her hands unzipped her pants and pulled them down her hips, allowing them to pile up around her ankles. With that she bent over, pulled off her shoes and socks, and stepped out of her pants. Her hands traced back up her legs, until they reached the waistband of her panties. Again, her hands pulled down over her hips, letting her last garment fall to the floor.

Now nude, Megan found herself beginning a dance on stage. Her hips swayed gently, her hands coursed over her body, tracing her curves. Occasionally, she would cup her breasts as if presenting them to the audience or jiggle them invitingly. She would bend over with her legs spread, giving the audience an unencumbered view of her pussy. As she continued this lewd display, inside Megan was scared and embarrassed. She felt like a puppet as she swayed and caressed her body in front of much of the town of Penbrooke.

"Isn't she beautiful? That is stage one of our evaluation process, showing us that our members are fully compliant with any request. Next Megan will demonstrate stage two of our evaluation."

Megan felt another tingle in her neck, and gave the audience one more out-thrust jiggle of her breasts. She turned back to the bed, and lay down in the center. Her legs parted and her hands began to massage her sensitive spots. Megan felt a wave of arousal flow through her as her hands rubbed her clit and kneaded her breasts. She wondered what had been done to her to get her to act like this. Still, her fear and apprehension were quickly being washed away by her growing arousal. She had masturbated before but never had she gotten such a strong reaction. She felt the hand between her legs get damp as her juices began flowing. As she lay there writhing in passion, she wondered what would come next.

Megan didn't have long to wait. A jolt on the bed caused her to look beside her. The lead singer of the band from last night was laying beside her, completely naked with a raging erection. As he caressed her breasts, Megan swore she was dreaming again. She had fantasies about him before, especially while masturbating, and now she knew he was going to make love to her. Megan wasn't a virgin; she had lost that in the cramped back seat of her last boyfriend's car. It hadn't been a good experience, but Megan hadn't been completely turned off to sex, just more wary about it. Now in thrall by some strange force, she found solace in her fantasies and waited for him to take her.

He didn't make her wait long. He massaged her breasts for just a few moments before rolling on top of her. Megan spread her legs wide, and found her hand going between her legs to grab his member. As she did, he pushed forward slightly, and she guided him into her soft folds, parting her nether lips with the head of his member. He quickly found his mark and pushed into her with a slow steady thrust. Megan let out an extended moan as he sank into her depths, filling her completely, her passionate voice amplified by the sound system echoed through the room. With that they kissed, long and tender, joined intimately before thousands of people. Megan was on fire, locked in complete arousal, the fact that she was in front of an audience completely forgotten. As he rested inside her, she began humping against him, her hands exploring her lover's back. He moved his hands down, stilling her hips. He then began to pull back, slowly pulling out of Megan's tight depths. As he pulled out, Megan gasped, relishing the sensation of her own inner folds collapsing as he pulled out, his member rubbing her sensitive flesh as it withdrew. By the time he had pulled himself back to her gates, Megan could barely contain herself as he held her hips from moving to engulf him again. He sat at her gates, teasing her for a moment, before plunging forward again with a slow measured thrust. Megan was focused on his member as it slowly plowed into her, filling her again. So wrapped up in the sensations, Megan didn't notice her own vaginal muscles pulsing with precision around the impaling member. Her partner continued his slow steady thrusts for some time, keeping Megan burning with pleasure, moaning with each down stroke and gasping with each withdrawal.

Her lover began to pick up the pace slowly, and released Megan's hips. Megan immediately felt her hips meeting his thrusts, first casually, and then with greater urgency as the pace increased. Megan kissed him again, holding his head to her lips as they pistoned against each other. He wrapped his arms around her back, pumping hard into her. Megan felt as if they were melding into one being as she wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her hips, kissing him passionately, her breasts flattened against him. She was at the apex of sensation, engulfed by passion. Between each passionate kiss, Megan writhed in passion, grunting with animalistic lust with each deep penetration.

Megan felt the thrusts become more frantic, her hips bucked wildly, meeting her lovers frenzied motion. She knew instinctively that he was about to come and just as she realized it, she felt a spreading warmth within her. Her orgasm hit powerfully. Her head fell back, a lust filled scream passed her lips as she was overcome by the release of all the sexual tension built up within her. Her lover gradually slowed his pace as his member grew soft. Megan was beyond reach as she was washed away in pleasure. She barely noticed as her lover withdrew from her folds and left the stage. Only the booming voice of the announcer brought her back to the present.

"Isn't she wonderful? Megan will continue with the demonstration as you begin your own evaluations. Good luck in your new life as members of HRI. After your evaluations are finished you'll each receive an individual tutorial on all the benefits and responsibilities of HRI membership. Have a great day."

Megan remained laying for a few minutes. Her breasts heaved as she recovered from the exertion. She felt his seed and her juices seeping from her pussy and dripping down between her widely spread legs. As she recovered from her orgasm, she gradually became aware of her surroundings again. She couldn't believe she had just fucked a guy in front of the town, She again noticed her inability to control her actions as she lay there, spread bare in front of everyone.

Her breathing slowed after a few minutes and her body turned and sat up on the bed. She crawled over to the edge and reached underneath. Megan was concerned when her hand pulled back a box of sex toys. Her hands quickly pulled back a large vibrating dildo and a hand held massager. She lay back on the bed, turned on both devices and spread her legs. She looked up to see a camera pointed down at her as she began pushing the dildo into her pussy. Her hands moved of their own volition, and soon she was heaving in the throws of passion again. Her right hand slowly worked the dildo into her, parting herself more widely then ever before. The dildo was considerably larger than either of her past experiences and she found herself in awe as she split her self open with the toy. Her pussy was on fire as she slowly impaled herself on the vibrating phallus. Her other hand spreading pleasure as she ran the massager over both her sensitive breasts.

Megan lay there, moaning in pleasure for hours as the concert hall gradually was emptied of its inhabitants. Megan continued her demonstration of self pleasuring techniques the entire time, writhing and bucking with pleasure as her body ran out its program. Her awareness of her situation faded in and out as her passion ebbed and flowed. Still, the all consuming passion parted enough for Megan to feel like a puppet only occasionally. As she moaned and squealed from her self pleasuring, Megan didn't feel another orgasm the entire time. Even as her every sense burned with passion, release never came. Only when the last of the audience left the hall did relief come. As she heard the door shut, a tidal wave of pleasure was let loose upon the writhing girl. The torrent consumed her, an impassioned scream echoed in the room till her breath was gone. Exhausted, Megan fell into a deep sleep as her orgasm fell away.

Megan awoke some time later, aching with every muscle, especially her crotch. She still felt full and sent a hand between her legs. She found the now motionless dildo still buried fully inside her. She gripped it and pulled it out with a pop. Megan gasped as she pulled its lubricated, ridged surface across her sensitive folds. After that she rested for a few more minutes before moving to get up. Her display from the day before haunted her. Megan wondered what had possessed her, and now she wondered why she had been left naked on the stage. She knew she had completely humiliated herself in front of everyone. She recalled the boys who had watched from the front row as she had stripped in front of them. She had gone to school with them, even rebuffed some of their advances, now she'd be in their wet dreams and fantasies. She shivered at the thought, which brought her back to her current predicament, that of being naked on stage.

At the least she was grateful to have control back. Her limbs weren't doing anything without her permission. She pulled herself to the edge of the bed and looked around the stage. She found her clothes sitting on a chair beside the bed. She got up and walked over and discovered a pair of scissors and a note on top of her garments. She pulled out the note and read it. Hello Megan! Welcome to the HRI family. Your wonderful demonstration helped us to more easily evaluate your fellow townsfolk. Now that the evaluation process is over, you are free to return home, and begin your new life as a member of HRI. A pair of scissors has been left to help you modify your wardrobe appropriately. Also our introduction package is included to help educate you on the benefits and responsibilities of your membership with HRI. Thanks again for your assistance. Brice Pearson p.s. Don't worry about wearing underwear, you'll find you can't and a beautiful you women like you shouldn't worry about such things anyway.

Megan put down the letter and looked at her clothes. She wondered what he meant about modifying her wardrobe. She picked up the scissors and found her hands operating of their own will again. She watched as she pulled out her pants and T-shirt and gave them several cuts. When her hands finished Megan looked down at the remains of her shirt and pants. She had removed both pant legs from her jeans and had cut her T-shirt in half, then removed the sleeves. She looked over her hands in surprise at their independent action, still not used to her limbs moving without directions from her own thoughts. Megan then tried to put on her bra. Just as the note had warned she found herself incapable of putting on the garment. At that point Megan resolved herself to getting out of the concert hall. Choosing the path of least resistance, she put on the shirt and pants, shocked by the wanton image they created. Her pants were cut so high that only her bush and the top of her ass were covered. The bottom of her breasts peaked out from below her shirt. Megan quickly put her shoes on and got herself out of the hall, being sure to take the rest of the information with her. She wanted to get home where she hoped to come to grips with the strange events that had gripped her.

Megan lived only a few blocks from the concert hall and quickly walked home. Once she was outside, everything seemed normal for a bit, then she spotted a women walking the other direction. The women was dressed in basically the same indecent way as Megan herself, and it took Megan a moment to recognize her as the Miss Finnley, one of Penbrooke's teachers. Megan was shocked that Miss Finnley would go out in public like that, normally being one to be covered from head to toe, and always chastising girls for lewd behavior. This just fueled her desire to get home and Megan speeded her pace as much as she dared, not wanting to risk her breasts bouncing free from her shirt.

As she passed through her front door, Megan breathed a sigh of relief, only to be cut short as her hands started moving again. In moments they had stripped her of her meager clothing, and she stood naked in her living room. Megan went to pick up the information packet she had been left when she heard an odd sound from upstairs. Megan ran up the stairs, forgetting her nudity for the moment. As she cleared the top, she noticed the sounds coming from every upstairs bedroom but hers. The sounds of grunting and squealing, the squeaking of bed springs and the slapping of flesh filled the air. Megan knew what that meant, and her own morbid curiosity got the better of her.

Megan walked quietly down the hallway, the carpeted floor completely masking her foot falls. Her older sister's room was first, the sounds of squeaking bedsprings coming out of the open door. Megan peaked around the corner, careful not to bring attention to herself. Her older sister Mary was laying on her back, her legs spread, meeting the thrusts of the cock that was plunging into her. Mary's breasts were being mauled by her lovers hands, as she grunted in time with his thrusts. Megan looked on in astonishment as she watched her own father give her older sister a rousing fuck. If she hadn't been standing there she would never have believed such a thing possible, but the groans and grunts accentuated by the squeaking bed told Megan it was real.

Megan stepped back in amazement, then quickly moved towards the next source of lustful sounds, her little brother Billy's room. The scene there was still shocking, but only in comparison to the way things had been, not what was going on in Mary's room. Magen's friend Sara was on her hands and knees squealing with each of Billy's thrusts. Billy's hands held onto Sara's waist as he pounded away at her, panting as he did. Sara bounced with each thrust, her hair cascading wildly, her breasts jumping forward and back. Megan watched them for a few minutes, a tingle of arousal running through her. She hadn't realized how mature her little brother had gotten, but the look of ecstasy on Sara's face told Megan he had grown up to be a man.

The sounds from the master bedroom beckoned Megan, however, and she turned away from her brother's room and peered through the open door of her parent's bedroom. Megan's mother was on her back, her legs spread wide, humping back against a strap on cock! Megan gasped as she saw Brenda, another of her friends, laying between her mother's legs humping away with a strap on. Megan's mother was moaning as she kissed Brenda, their ample breasts rubbing nipple to nipple. Megan had never imagined such a scene, and she stepped back into the hallway surrounded by the sounds of passion from every room. Her own arousal beginning to burn again. Megan began to massage her clit wondering just what had happened to the world.

Even as she stood in the hallway, watching her mother and Brenda match their thrusts, Megan felt drawn. She walked back down the hall, looking in on the lewd scenes. In Billy's room, Sara's hips beat back against Billy's thrusts. Her squeals still filling the air each time Billy plowed into her. In her sister's room, Anne was laying back grunting hard as her father holds her hips in place, pounding into his daughter's willing flesh with renewed vigor. Megan turned from these scenes, now rubbing her clit furiously as she felt herself walk downstairs.

A sudden knock from the door drew Megan's attention. With one hand still rubbing between her legs, she opened the door. Megan stood there, masturbating nude before the visitor. He gave her a strange look, then walked into the house, dropping his shorts as soon as he was through the threshold. Still stroking her clit, Megan's other hand began working on her breast as she looked over her visitor. He looked a few years older than her, with short black hair and a plain face. Normally Megan would have turned down any advances from him, but now she was drawn to him, and especially the erection he was sporting. She pulled her hands away from her body, and wrapped herself around him, kissing him as she explored his back with her hands. The visitor kissed back passionately, his own hands exploring Megan's body as they mashed against each other. Megan gasped as his hand cupped her mound from behind, his fingers parting her nether lips, teasing her and exploring her intimate folds.

Without words, they pulled apart, the strangers hand still playing between Megan's legs as they quickly navigated over to the living room couch. Megan was awash in sensation, completely pliant to every impulse she felt, moaning as her intimate flesh was caressed between her legs. She walked to the back side of the couch her companion still teasing her nether lips, resting her hands and chin on the back of the couch. She jutted her ass up into the air as best she could, spreading her legs, and leaving her pussy open. The visitor positioned himself behind her, removed his moistened fingers from Megan's pussy, and gently repositioned her hips. A moment later, Megan felt the tip of his member part her nether lips. She whimpered as he teased her lips with the tip of her member as he rubbed it up and down the sensitive flesh. With a pop she felt him find her entrance and she began humping back against him, trying to fill the void inside her. With a powerful thrust he filled her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Megan as she felt herself being impaled by his thick member. Just as he bottomed out, the withdrawal began. Megan whimpered and groaned as the stranger tried a few more practice pumps within her. With that he picked up the pace, and began thrusting into her with fast deliberate thrusts. Megan felt her breasts bounce with each thrust, grunting as he plowed into her. Her body was ablaze, her partner bent forward, grabbing her jiggling breasts and massaging them as he continued to pound into her. Megan moaned at the exquisite pleasure that came from their intimate embrace, she moved her hips to meet his thrusts as she relished in his expert handling of her breasts. One of his hands let go of her ripe orb, allowing the breast to bounce fully again as he continued pistoning in and out of her. His free hand snaked down to her crotch, tracing her nether lips as they pulled in and out with his member. Megan moaned in ecstasy at this new sensation. With a little more exploration, he found her clit and began a viscous massage of the sensitive nub. Sparks flew through Megan's nerves, her arousal spilling over. She bucked back against his impaling cock, grunting with each fulfilling trust. The new fire from her clit took her over the edge. She felt her orgasm rip through her, and screamed with ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on her partner and then he came, filling her with his seed. Already past her peak, Megan looked inward feeling her partner's member pulsing, and the warmth of his seed spread through her depths as he groaned in pleasure. They remained locked together for a moment, his seed seeping out around his cock. Megan felt him slip out of her, almost regretting that it was over. His seed ran down her thigh, but she couldn't bring herself to wipe it off as the sticky goo continued down her leg, slowly drying as it went.

Still slightly buzzed from her orgasm she turned to the stranger she had just made love to. "Hello, I'm Megan."

"Frank. Glad to meet you." He replied somewhat sheepishly.

"That was kind of intense."

"Yeah, I'm sorry for that. I was just walking by and I felt this urge to come in. And when I saw you, I lost all control."

"That's okay, I don't think we had much choice in the matter. Besides, it was kinda fun." Megan giggled. It certainly wasn't your everyday experience. Her family was getting fucked upstairs, and she got busy with a complete stranger. Still, she had just experience another wonderful orgasm, almost compensating for everything else that was going on.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to rest here and get my bearings."

"Sure, have a seat." Megan patted the couch cushion. She thought it was kind of strange how quickly she was adapting to this new reality. She wondered if she was going to get the clear head she would need to see things normally again.

"You're the girl from that meeting right?" Frank asked.

Megan blushed. "Mmm Hmm."

She could hardly believe she could still be embarrassed in front of him after what they had just done. Still, she wasn't proud of her display yesterday.

"That must have been terrible. I mean this whole experience has been weird, but to have been up there in front of everybody like that." Frank patted Megan's leg sympathetically.

They continued to talk for some time, discussing the last few days' events as well as their own histories. The sounds of lust wafting down from the upstairs. Frank pretended to ignore it as they talked, much to Megan's relief. Megan surprised herself as she quickly forgot she was naked as they talked, reminded only in passing as cool air flowed by and caused her nipples to harden.

Frank had experienced the standard evaluation, from the male side. He had been fucked silly by a lovely redhead. As with Megan, he hadn't been able to come until after his partner had, and Frank had spent many hours at the task as they rolled through multiple orgasms. He had found himself recovering far faster than normal, to keep his partner satisfied. Once he had finished, he had gone to his home and taken a long nap. After waking up he had gone for a walk, and was soon compelled to Megan's front door.

Megan and Frank continued their association over the following days, meeting with each other between their impulse driven fucks. Megan was grateful for his presence, as it brought stability to her now turbulent existence. By the time Cindy had arrived back from vacation, Megan had already fucked all the members of her family, and many of her neighbors, both male and female. She did envy that about Frank, while her impulse programming had forced her into lesbianism, Frank and all men, stayed strictly heterosexual. Even with the program induced arousal, her stomach always churned a bit when she was locked in an embrace with another women. Still, like the concept of being programmed, Megan had gotten used to it. By the time Cindy arrived, Megan began secretly wondering what their first coupling would be like.

Cindy listened to her friends story with interest and dismay. As they drove past the sign welcoming them to Penbrooke. Cindy wondered how things would play out with her return to the new Penbrooke. Cindy's welcome home:

Megan dropped Cindy off at her front door, and invited her to meet Frank later after Cindy had checked in with her family. Cindy walked up to the door with some trepidation. After hearing about Megan's first homecoming after programming, Cindy was worried about what she would find. Still, Cindy knew her fate was inevitable and let herself in. Just as she closed the door, her hands quickly disrobed herself, and Cindy shivered slightly at the cool air inside.

Cindy was welcomed by the sounds of cartoons from the living room, and walked over. Her ten year old sister Tammy was lying on the floor, her head propped up on her arms watching the TV, still fully dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. Cindy stood in the hallway surprised by the normality of the scene before her, contrasting with the lewd scene she had expected. She also felt some relief, hoping that her little sister had been spared the treatment she had received. She decided to leave Tammy undisturbed as she continue on.

A few steps down the hall brought the sounds of sex to Cindy's ears, moaning and slapping could be heard coming from the dining room. Cindy walked into the doorway and gasped at the scene before her. Her older sister Heather was bent over at the head of the table, her breasts mashed against the polished oak surface, slowly being thrust into by their father. Their mother lay in the center of the table, her legs spread wide, panting as Heather licked her pussy, one hand massaged her breast as the other held her daughters head in place as she moaned in pleasure.

Cindy took in the scene for a moment before a wave of arousal hit her. She knew what this meant and wondered just what was going to happen as her hands began their work on her body. Cindy waited as her hands continued, watching her mother pull away from Heather's mouth. Now free from that duty, Heather began grunting loudly with each of her father's deep thrusts. Their mother pulled herself off the table and walked over to a shopping bag that had been set beside the doorway. Cindy watched as her mother pulled out a strap on dildo and quickly put it on. Cindy found her self turning around and walking out into the hallway, her mother following close behind. With that she turned around, and embraced her mother, her hands cupping her mothers ass as her mother grabbed her head pulling their lips together for a passionate kiss. Cindy felt her mothers breasts mash against hers, her mothers stiff nipples poking into her soft flesh. The rubber phallus rubbed against her abdomen as Cindy found her hands snake down to her mothers pussy and she caressed the folds with her fingers. She felt her mother moan with passion through their locked lips as Cindy began plunging her fingers in and out of her mother's pussy. Her mother released her head, and Cindy soon felt the same pleasure as her mother's hands flowed down Cindy's back, stopping between her legs as the fingers parted her folds and sank into her dripping pussy. They stood like that for several minutes, moaning as they pumped their fingers into the other's pussy, their tongues trading blows as they kissed.

Cindy pulled away from their embrace, allowing her mind to clear slightly as she lay down on the carpeted hallway, spreading her legs for her own mother. She was allowed to reflect on her predicament for only a moment as her mother descended upon her. She regretted that she was about to fuck her mother and that they had already shared such a sexual embrace, but the reflex was washed away by programmed pleasure as her mother's mouth engulfed her pussy. Cindy moaned as her mother's tongue parted her cleft, licking at the entrance of her vagina. Her mother's hands cupped Cindy's breasts, her tongue circling her daughters clit, causing Cindy to gasp in pleasure. Cindy pressed her hips back against her mother's tongue, wracked with pleasure from her mother's expert performance. Her mother continue to eat her out for several minutes before she repositioned herself atop her daughter. As their nipples touched, Cindy's hand went between them, her fingers wrapped around the strap on phallus and guided it between her nether lips to her entrance. Cindy gasped as the rubbery head parted her pussy lips, her hand guiding it to the entrance to her vagina. Once in position, her mother gave a powerful thrust, and Cindy felt the dildo part her folds as it descended, grunting as her own hips met the thrust, impaling herself completely on the phallus. Her mother was relentless, as soon as she had filled her daughter with the strap-on, she pulled back and quickly set up a fast pistoning motion, eliciting moans of pleasure from her daughter as their hips met with each thrust. Cindy lay back, enjoying the sensation as her programmed coupling continued, her hips meeting every filling thrust of the dildo, her breasts mashed against her mothers, both pairs bouncing in unison with each thrust.

Cindy was awoken from her pleasure filled haze as her mother let out a loud moan. Her mother stopped her thrusts, leaving the phallus buried deep inside Cindy as her mothers weight seemed to increase. Cindy wondered what was going on when she felt another pair of hands move over the top of her breasts, cupping her mothers ample globes. Cindy looked up to see Heather licking the nape of her mothers neck, her hips pounding away at their mother's ass. Cindy felt the motion, knowing that her mother was now being filled with another dildo. Cindy lay beneath them still burning with arousal, impaled on her mother's strap on. With a carefully choreographed move, Heather and her mother rolled off Cindy, the dildo pulling out of her depths with a pop. Their mother now lay on her back atop Heather, her legs spread as Heather pounded into her, grunting in time with the thrusts, her breasts bouncing in time with her daughter's hips.

Cindy's arousal abated momentarily at her new emptiness, her body resting immobile on the hallway carpet as her mother and sister continued to grunt and moan together as they coupled beside her. Cindy was greeted a moment later by her father descending upon her ready form. He rested his hips between her legs, his hands kneading her breasts as her hand moved to guide him in. A simple movement later and Cindy was groaning as her father sank into her, stretching her with his width. Cindy had thought the dildo was large but now she felt stretched to the breaking point. Cindy felt as if she could feel every contour of his member from the bulbous head to the veins across his length as it rested within her, stretching her inner walls to their limit. As her father began pumping into her, Cindy's arousal flared by the sensation of being so nearly torn apart. Sparks flew with each thrust as her father pulled his member across her clit with each withdrawal and thrust. Cindy's hips pushed back against each fulfilling thrust, and soon she was swept away by the sensations. Moans of pleasure flowed from her lips with every stretching thrust in her pussy and every squeeze of her breasts. Cindy floated on sensation as they pounded against each other, her every sense burning with passion.

Cindy lay there, her body following its program, swept up by the experience. Her father continued his thrusts for over an hour, kept steady by his own programmed vitality. Wrapped in pleasure, Cindy felt her father press his lips to hers and she joined him in a passionate kiss as he gave his final thrust. His seed spurted into to her, and Cindy was washed away by a torrent of pleasure. She kissed her father deeply as she orgasmed, her hips thrust forward, impaling her writhing form completely on his pulsing member. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest as she pulled him tight against her as the sexual high swept through her.

They stayed like that, locked together for several minutes. Cindy slowly came down from the sexual high, feeling her muscles contract around her father's softening member. Her mother and sister were quiet as well, having came loudly at roughly the same time as Cindy had. Cindy looked over, and they were also still locked in place, her mother's nether lips still wrapped lewdly around Mary's strap on cock.

The four of them lay there, for several minutes recovering from their exertion, the sounds of cartoons audible over their labored breaths. Cindy began wondering how long she was going to stay like that when she felt another wave of arousal burn its way through her. Her vaginal muscles begin to pulse and her father's cock sprang back to life, slowly parting the intimate folds within her as he grew in response to her expertly trained pussy milking his member. Cindy lay there passively, allowed to take in the sensation of her father growing inside her from a flaccid state to his pussy stretching fullness in a matter of moments. Cindy lay pack in wonder at the sensation, still locked in place with her father, their only movement the pulsing of her vaginal muscles around his expanding cock. Cindy moaned as she was stretched wide again, her pussy filled to the brim on her father's erection. Her pulsing vagina quickly elicited reactionary jerks from her father's member, each twitch of his cock sparking another wave of passion within her. Her mother and sister moaned as well. Heather's fingers were massaging her pussy as her hips guided the strap on into her mother with slow, short strokes. Cindy looked on, her eyes glazing over as her arousal increased with every motion of her father's member within her. In moments the sensations became too much for her and Cindy let out a passionate moan as she orgasmed again, her pussy clamping down on her father. Cindy felt another torrent of her father's seed fill her, her attention focused on the sensations from her fully stretched pussy. Her sensitive folds recorded every pulse travel through his member as it carried his seed up his length, until it splashed against her inner walls spreading its liquid warmth within her. Cindy reveled in the novel sensation as her passion ebbed. A drop of her father's seed now trickled down her crotch, tickling her flesh as it went. Her father's cock softened, and Cindy was again treated to the strange sensation of her pussy retracting around him.

Just as her father's cock had fully returned to its flaccid state, Cindy felt her inner folds begin pulsing again, massaging his member back to attention within her. Cindy lay there as the full cycle repeated itself. Her passion ebbed and flowed with every few minutes as her father rose and fell, stretching her wide with every erection, slowly expending all of his seed within her. The trickle of semen between her legs became a steady stream with each orgasm, a pool of their collected juices gathered on the floor between Cindy's legs. Cindy began to reflect on her predicament in the moments of clarity after each orgasm before her passion was stoked again. She could almost accept the sex, even the incest and lesbianism. The programmed arousal, and all consuming orgasms were easy to give in to. Being a puppet was more difficult to accept, that she could be controlled so completely by strange men or programmed impulses was almost too much to take. Cindy had always liked her independence, and having it taken so completely from her was eating away at her. As her body cried out in passion impaled on her father's cock, Cindy's mind began to surrender to her new fate.

Cindy and her father remained locked in place like that for hours, their only motion shared inside Cindy's depths as her pussy pulsed around his member. Her velvety folds enticing her father to orgasm over and over, milking his seed into her. Beside them, Heather and her mother enjoyed much the same fate, their mother orgasming on Heather's slowly humping dildo as Heather massaged herself to orgasm in time to her mother's screams of passion.

Cindy was pulled back from her programmed arousal when she saw Tammy walk up to their mother.

"Mom, I'm hungry, when's dinner going to be ready?" Cindy's little sister whined, oblivious to the scene around her.

Just as Tammy asked her question, Cindy felt another orgasm course through her. She felt herself clamp down on her father's member as it pulsed within her. Her father joined her in one passion filled groan as his cock spurted inside her, encased in her tight spasming folds. Heather and their mother joined in with their own screams of passion.

Cindy was relieved as she felt her control return. Her father pushed back off her, pulling himself out of her slick vagina. Cindy sat up, and was rewarded with the strange sensation of all her father's seed flowing down her channel and gushing out of from between her pussy lips as she tilted herself up. Cindy looked between her legs to see a sizable pool of their juices on the carpet. She idly wondered if it would leave a stain as she stood up, the remainder of their juices running down her inner thigh. Her mother and sister stood up as well, and quickly removed their strap on appendages with obvious distaste etched in their expressions.

Heather and her mother stood there for a moment, looking over the rest of the family, the smell of sweat and sex assaulting their senses. They each broke down sobbing as they looked to Cindy, their eyes following the stream of her father's seed snake down her inner thigh and join the pool of juices between her feet. They hugged each other in a desperate embrace, crying openly. Cindy moved to them, putting her arms around them, as she tried to comfort her sister and mother. Cindy felt an odd calm at the entire event, she knew what she did was taboo, but that was little different from everything else that had happened to her over the past few days. Megan's stories had given her warning of the fate before her, and Cindy was surprised when she didn't join her family as each member broke down around her. Their father walked into the dining room, and Cindy watched as he sobbed to himself at the dining room table.

Their sobs soon gave way to sniffles, as they held together for security, finding the strength to go on. A good while later their mother pulled away from her two daughters, now far more collected.

"Okay, you'd better wash up for dinner. I'll call out for pizza." Their mother advised in an almost normal manner, her voice shaking. With that she walked over to their father and wrapped herself over his shoulder, comforting him.

Cindy followed her older sister into the bathroom. They each whetted down a wash cloth and wiped away the worst of the sweat and juices as Heather drew a bath.

Cindy watched her sister wipe away the remains of her own passionate embrace with their father. His seed had dripped down between Heather's legs and dried while she had been fucking her mother. Heather was two years older than Cindy and Cindy still remembered the time she had envied her older sister's maturing body. Cindy had passed that stage some time ago as her own breasts grew, and now Cindy found her hands massaging those breasts with her washcloth as she watched her sister trace her washcloth between her legs. Heather was slightly taller than Cindy, with a more athletic build and pert B cup breasts. She wore her auburn hair short, cut in pageboy style just below her ears. Heather also shaved her pussy, save a small tuft just above her nether lips. Heather gave her sister a full view of her bare pussy as she drew the washcloth between her legs, removing the remains of her father semen from her pussy lips.

Cindy felt a new wave of arousal wash through her as her sister dropped the washcloth, openly masturbating in front of Cindy. They embraced a moment later, their hands exploring the other's body, kissing passionately. Cindy felt Heather's soft hands cup her breasts and tweak her nipples, sparking passion with each new gesture. Cindy's hands reciprocated, and Cindy cupped her sister's breasts. She had never felt another girls breasts before, and Cindy was surprised by the differences. Heather's breasts seemed firmer than her own and her nipples were smaller. The sisters continued fondling the others breasts for a few moments before Heather pulled herself back. Cindy watched as her sister pulled back, sitting down on the toilet lid, spreading her legs and giving Cindy a full view of her shaved pussy lips. Cindy fell to her knees and found her head moving between her sisters thighs. Cindy's tongue emerged and Cindy leaned forward, licking the whole of Heather's slit with one motion. Cindy reflected on the strange taste of her sisters pussy, musky yet with a salty kick which she figured was the remains of her father's seed. Heather moaned with pleasure at the intimate caress, her hands wrapped around Cindy's head, pressing her sister's lips against her own nether lips in an incestuous kiss. Cindy felt her lips press into her sisters folds as passionately as if kissing the lips beneath her nose. Cindy's tongue darted between her lips, parting her sisters folds, and trading blows with Heather's clit. Cindy's tongue continued it's exploration of her sister's pussy as Heather moaned and bucked around her, gasping every time Cindy's tongue passed an exceptionally sensitive spot. As she continued to eat out her sister, Cindy felt one of her hands snake between her legs and caress her own intimate folds. Her tongue found the entrance to her sister's vagina and Cindy found herself wrapping her mouth around her sister's pussy, pushing her tongue into her sister as far as she could. The strange taste of her sister's pussy almost overwhelmed Cindy, but her programming kept her tongue on mission. Heather was soon screaming with passion from her sister's expertly trained performance, and Cindy felt her sister's pussy clamp down on her invading tongue as Heather cascaded into orgasm. Cindy felt her own orgasm travel through her a moment later, and she moaned against her sister's pussy lips.

Cindy fell back on her knees, panting as she recovered from another programmed orgasm. She wondered idly just what lay in store for her next. Her eyes looked over Heather's panting form, still lewdly spread upon the toilet. Another twinge of arousal flared within her as she took in the beautiful young woman before her. Cindy recoiled a bit at that stray thought, fearing that it was her own opinion, not one programmed into her.

Cindy was pulled away by the sound of rushing water and realized that they had left the bathtub faucet on as they coupled. She was shocked to see the bathtub only half full. Cindy looked to the clock hanging beside the sink and realized that they had only been distracted for a few minutes. Heather turned to the faucet and turned it off. She lifted herself off the toilet and dipped herself into the water, her features relaxed as she descended into the warm pool of water.

"Why don't you get in on the other side, there's room for two." Heather offered. There was plenty of room, the bathtub could easily fit two people. They had always wondered why their parents had such a large bathtub when they were younger, and Cindy discovered the reason by accident one night. She had heard strange sounds from the bathroom late one night. She had peaked in through the keyhole, and saw their parents making love beneath the water. Cindy had been just old enough to realize what her parents were doing, and had quickly told her sister their parent's secret.

Cindy dipped herself into the bathtub, feeling her tension wash away as the water engulfed her. Her leg rubbed against Heather's arm as she finished submerging. The two sisters sat quietly for awhile, letting their troubles melt away in the water, the sweat and juices of their fucking dissolving into the warm liquid.

"Do you know what they did to Tammy?" Cindy asked, not yet ready to discuss the other events of the day quite yet.

"They said she was programmed to just behave normally and ignore our new behavior, until she hits puberty. Then she'll become like us." Heather sniffled.

"It could be worse, she could have been made to act like us now. At least she'll have a somewhat normal childhood still." Cindy commented. She was glad that their tormentors had at least that much of a soul left to them.

"But what kind of a future is this?"

"Megan told me it gets better, you get used to the sex, and the impulses come less frequently after the first couple days. They're just trying to break us right now, beat down our resistance. It won't be normal again, but we'll be able to have some of our life back." Cindy replied. She knew she was already well along that path. Just as Megan had, Cindy was already growing used to her new status in life. The impulses were so complete that Cindy was only aware of how completely she had been controlled after it was over. The sensation of being a puppet, trapped in her own body, was still disconcerting, but the burning arousal she felt with every impulse had swept that sensation from her mind with each coupling. Cindy still resented being turned into a sex toy, even as deep down she was beginning to crave her next impulse. "I guess its not all bad, maybe now I'll get a look at some of those cute guys in my class." Heather said wistfully.

Cindy was a little surprised at the change in Heather's tone, but was relieved her sister was beginning to accept her new fate. "Just remember you don't get to keep one all to yourself anymore."

"But now I'll get to sample all the flavors." Heather giggled.

They continued talking for another half hour, slowly washing themselves down as they drew on the bright side of their new fate. Cindy wasn't completely surprised by Heather's quick change in attitude. Heather was always an optimist, and more than anything else, she hated to focus on the negatives around her. Even though she hated her new fate, its inevitability forced Heather to embrace it, and look for the silver lining in the dark cloud.

"Girls, the pizza just arrived. You better get some before it cools off." Their mother warned, standing in the open bathroom door. Cindy was surprised that she hadn't even been concerned that the door had been open the entire time.

The two girls finished washing themselves off and got out of the bathtub, drying themselves off as they headed back to the dining room. As they passed back into the hallway of their earlier coupling they found their mother passionately embracing the pizza delivery boy. Their mother was going on forty, but she had kept herself in good shape, and her daughters watched as the delivery boy enjoyed her trim body as he pumped between her legs. Their mother was laying on her back, panting as she fucked him back. Her hands cupping his ass as his cupped her breasts.

Cindy and Heather watched for only a moment before stepping into the dining room, not wanting to witness the act. The sounds of passion grew over the next few minutes and their ears soon registered their mother's orgasm as she cried out in passion. A minute later, their mother walked into the dining room without a word, and joined the rest of the family for dinner, the delivery boys seed coursing down her thigh.

They ate in silence, no one wanting to risk starting another emotional breakdown. They finished the pizza quickly and went straight to bed. Cindy was both relieved and secretly disappointed that she hadn't been swept away by another impulse as she lay down to sleep. As she drifted off, her mind quietly reflected on her new life and the possibilities it held for her.

Cindy awoke the next morning as she felt someone's weight press down on her. Her arousal was already blooming and Cindy enjoyed the feeling of hands coursing over her body, leaving trails of fire across her skin as they passed. Her lover's lips pressed against hers and she found herself kissing back. Her own hands traced their own path across her lovers body, slowly revealing the body of an athlete. Her hands continued down between their legs and caressed the erect member she found there. By now Cindy could feel her own juices flowing between her legs and running down her nether lips. Her lover pressed forward and Cindy's hands guided him between her folds, positioning the tip of his member against her entrance. Cindy's eyes opened as her lover sank into her, looking into the eyes of her highschool's star quarterback, Neal Muelo. They quickly set up a casual rhythm and Cindy was soon moaning in pleasure as the star athlete plowed into her pussy with slow measured strokes. Her new lover caressed her soft breasts, teasing her nipples as they coupled. Cindy drifted away on the pleasure his skilled treatment brought with every caress and thrust. Her body did its part as well, caressing her lovers upper body, her lips meeting his in passionate kisses before her mouth traced its way down his neck and chest until she was nibbling on his own small nipples.

The couple continued for almost an hour, panting and moaning on Cindy's bed, a cool morning breeze tickling their seething flesh. The pleasure built up within her with each measured thrust and casual caress. Then suddenly the dam broke, and Cindy slipped into orgasm. She pulled the young stud to her, kissing him wildly as her pussy clamped down on his impaling member. He joined her in a satisfied groan as Cindy felt his seed pass into her spasming folds, spreading warmth as it spurted from his member.

They lay there, still intimately embraced for another moment before her lover pushed himself up onto one arm, and swept the loose hair from Cindy's face. "Good morning. Welcome back to Penbrooke."

"Thanks." Cindy replied sheepishly, not quite sure what to say. She had admired Neal from a distance back in school, even talked to him a few times. Now, laying beneath him, his member still within her, she didn't quite know how to deal with him.

"No, thank you." He replied, his fingers tracing her right arm as his eyes traced down her lovely body.

"You do this often?" Cindy grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on his own thigh. She may be programmed to be a slut, but that didn't mean she was going to give freebies when she had a choice.

"Sure, though sometimes a cute little thing wakes me up in the morning. Maybe it'll be you tomorrow." He gave her hips a casual caress.

Cindy sincerely hoped not. She realized that not everyone was considering this new way of life to be a bad thing. Neal had likely gotten himself more women in the last few weeks then he had as a football star, and with none of the relationship baggage to boot. With that realization Cindy pulled herself out from under him as best she could. She had liked the good morning fuck, but was in no mood to deal with the company it left her with. "I hope not. Now get out of here."

"Have it you're way. I can't wait to see you beggin' for it tomorrow." Neal got up from the bed and stormed his way out of the house.

What a jerk, Cindy thought, and quickly walked down for breakfast. She felt the tickle of his seed run down between her legs and regretted lacking the capacity to wash it away. As she passed Heather's room, she saw another of Penbrooke's star athletes giving Heather her own good morning fuck. Cindy hoped he was less conceited then her own morning companion and continued down to the dining room. By the time she had made it to the dining room she was nearly overwhelmed by the smell of her mother's delicious cooking mixing with the smells of sex. Cindy was surprised to see Megan sitting beside the table with the sheen of sweat on her skin. Cindy's father sat at the head of the table quietly enjoying his own breakfast.

"Good morning, honey. Megan was just visiting and I invited her for breakfast." Her father remarked trying to keep a relaxed demeanor.

Cindy nodded and sat down beside her friend, having already figured out the obvious fact that her best friend had dropped in to give her father an intimate good morning coupling. Megan shot her a confirming look, and a surprisingly smug smile.

Cindy's mother came out of the kitchen a moment later carrying a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage for Cindy. Cindy was surprised to see her wearing an apron, given the general nudity that prevailed thanks to the program. She realized however, that it was probably allowed for protective reasons, no sense allowing one of their pets to get burned.

"Good morning, Cindy. I hope you slept well." Her mother greeted before turning back to the kitchen. Cindy watched her mother walk away, wondering who had left the trail of semen traveling down between her legs.

Cindy ate her breakfast as she grappled with the strange situation. Her family had a tendency to adapt through its many trials over the years, but Cindy was surprised at how quickly everyone was to bring a face of normality to the situation. Still, Cindy knew she was no more willing than any of the rest of the family to breach the subject, and added the normal causal banter to their breakfast discussion.

Heather walked down a few minutes later, with her lover beating his way out of the house behind her. Cindy recoiled inside as she found her eyes admiring Heather's trim body as it still showed the signs of her arousal, complete with the trickle of her lovers juices twinkling between her legs. Cindy was beginning to wonder about her sexuality with every new reaction she felt to the nude forms around her.

Their mother brought out another plate for Heather and joined her family for breakfast. The small talk faded quickly away, leaving only silence as they finished their plates.

"Mrs. Stewart, do you mind if Cindy goes out with me today?" Megan asked as everyone was finished with breakfast.

"That's fine, just be sure both of you put on some suntan lotion if you're going to be outside long. Those new outfits won't protect you that much." Cindy's mother warned.

"We will, Mom." Cindy replied as she followed Megan to the bathroom.

Megan pulled out the suntan lotion and quickly began spreading it around her naked body with a seductive caress of her hands. Cindy turned away, ashamed of her own reaction as she watched her friend rub the lotion over her body. Cindy found her own hands do a similar performance as she began rubbing the lotion over her own body. Her hands massaged the lotion into her breasts, and traced her waist and legs. She continued until her entire body was covered except for her back. Megan helped Cindy rub lotion onto her back and Cindy returned the favor with a bit of apprehension. She felt her pussy begin to warm with natural arousal as she caressed Megan's back. Cindy was ashamed of the reaction, but grateful that she hadn't been forced into another lesbian act by her programming just then.

The pair quickly donned their abbreviated clothes and went out into the new Penbrooke.

As they walked down the sidewalk, Megan cupped her hand between her legs. "You dad is really big. It felt like I was going to bust taking him in. Have you had him yet?"

Cindy was a little shocked by the question but she guessed that a lot of conversations were going to be about sex given the new way of things. She cupped her own pussy as she remembered the feeling of her father's cock stretching her wide.

"Yeah, for most of yesterday afternoon." Cindy replied. She soon found herself telling Megan of her homecoming experience in intimate detail. Cindy was slightly surprised as Megan probed for every lewd detail right down to the sensations she had felt when first impaled on her father's member.

Megan giggled as she listened, casually groping herself as they walked down the street. "The good morning fuck is cool too. Billy woke me up my first morning home. He's pretty big too, not like your dad, but he sure used it well."

Cindy slowly got used to Megan's public display as they walked over to Frank's house. She listened with some interest to Megan's sexual stories, wondering just how long it would be before she had as many varied experiences to talk about. Megan had already fucked most of her neighbors and friends, along with a smattering of others. Cindy listened as Megan rattled off a litany of sexual acts, a list of perversions that would have appalled Cindy a few days ago, but now elicited curiosity and arousal. She was surprised to find the lack of control she felt from the impulses was oddly liberating. She knew it was only a matter of time before she did everything Megan had and more, whether she resisted or not. The fact that she couldn't resist gave her the freedom to enjoy the experiences and slowly Cindy found herself impatient for her next impulse to introduce her to a new round of sex.

Cindy was also enthralled by the people walking past. All of the women wore much the same outfit as her and Megan. A few women ran past, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their breasts were exposed and bouncing freely, their shirts having ridden up their chest. The men walked around in nothing more than shorts, mostly boxers, and Cindy noticed that almost every guy she passed had a boner tenting his shorts. Occasionally, a couple would be fucking on a lawn or sidewalk. By the time they had made it to Frank's house, Cindy was already well aroused, stimulated by the new behavior of Penbrooke's citizens.

As they entered the house, Cindy and Megan removed their meager coverings, and greeted Frank with two visions of teenage beauty. Frank had came up to check on who had stopped by, and was obviously pleased by his guests. He wrapped his arms around Megan's waist and reached his head around for a welcoming kiss.

"Hello, you must be Cindy. I'm Frank. Megan's told me a lot about you." Frank greeted as his eyes did a quick appraisal of Cindy's nude form.

Cindy forgave the indiscretion as she had given Frank a good looking over herself. "She's told me a lot about you too."

Frank blushed slightly at that. "Well, I'm sure she was just giving you fair warning. I'm glad you stopped by I have something to show you."

"Like what?" Megan asked as Frank led them down into his basement.

Cindy looked around as they descended the stairs. Frank's basement was filled with electronics, parts and pieces littered the floor and several benches. Several computers and test equipment sat around one end of the work area. Cindy also noted the bed in the side of the basement, guessing that it had been well used in the last few weeks.

"I was doing another test this morning and I think I found the signal link between our implants." Frank replied as he sat down at one of the computers.

"What does that mean?" Cindy asked.

"Well, after being implanted, I've been trying to discover how they work. After a couple of impulses I guessed that they might be networked together, that's how your program knows just how to have you behave in each encounter. I've been doing a sweep of radio frequencies since then, and I found this signal this morning, when I had my good morning fuck." Frank explained as he showed then the signal he had recorded. "With a few more impulse triggers, I should be able to figure out the basic protocols. Maybe even figure out a way to interface with the implants."

"Really? You mean we could go back to normal?" Megan asked excitedly.

"I don't know. I might be able to control the impulses, but you have to admit there's a lot more to our programming than just the impulses. I don't think you girls would normally go around naked in a guys house." Frank pointed out. "There is another series of tests I wanted to ask you about, Megan. I was reading through the information pamphlet and it says that men can give limited commands directly into women's implants. Would you mind if I tried it out? That will give me another avenue into the implant to study, but I don't want to force you."

"I'll do it." Cindy found herself saying. She surprised herself a little, but helping Frank could be the first step back to a normal existence. Even though she was beginning to adapt to this new way of life, she still longed for her old existence. If she could help achieve that, she was willing to make some sacrifices, and she didn't find Frank that unattractive.

Megan was oddly a bit more reluctant but chimed in as well.

"Just don't make me do anything too embarrassing." She warned.

Cindy wondered just what could still embarrass her friend after the list of things she admitted to doing. Cindy figured Megan could accept the impulses, but didn't want her boyfriend to mistreat her in the same way.

Frank laughed at that. "Don't worry, I won't have you do anything you haven't already enjoyed. I'll set up the equipment."

Megan giggled at that. "How long do you think it'll be before you can do anything with our implants?"

"If everything goes well, I should be able to interface with them in another day or two. The problem is I will only be able to mimic commands I know until I decode the interface language. That's not going to be very useful and there's the chance that they placed security features to keep us from trying this sort of thing." Frank replied as he began setting up his sensing equipment.

Just then Cindy felt the wave of arousal that marked the beginning of a new impulse. Her hands began the work of self preparation, massaging her breasts and rubbing her nether lips, as she walked over to the bed. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she was greeted by the sight of Frank walking up to her, stroking his hard cock. Cindy lay back, pulling her legs to her chest as her hands continued masturbating, her fingers plunging into her own rapidly slickening vagina. Cindy was able to steal a glance over at Megan as Frank was positioning himself. Megan was slowly masturbating as she watched her boyfriend descend on her best friend. Cindy felt her hand pull away from her pussy and pull her legs back further against her upper body. She watched as Frank stepped up to her open bottom, directing his stiff member between her legs. She gasped as he parted her nether lips with the head of his cock, parting her intimate flesh as he rubbed it up and down, sparking pleasure as he teased Cindy at her most intimate spot.

Cindy gasped as he continued his torture. She bucked her hips back against him, trying to force his member inside. Frank continued his teasing, forcing cries of passion from Cindy as he batted her clit with the head of his member. With that he pulled back slightly, drawing his cock down to her entrance. Cindy moaned in relief as he filled her to the balls in one full thrust. Cindy relished the sensation for a moment as Frank pulled her legs to his chest and resting her calves on his shoulders. Cindy cried out again as Frank began pumping himself in and out of her with long hard thrusts. Frank leaned forward slightly, resting his weight on Cindy's thighs as he reach down to caress her pert, bouncing globes. Cindy found herself virtually unable to move as he pounded into her. The stillness of her hips allowed her to be more fully aware of the pistoning movement of Franks member within her. He certainly wasn't the largest she'd had in the last few days, but her programming didn't care, and Cindy felt her passion grow with each delicious thrust into her. Cindy began grunting in time with his thrusts, enjoying the almost casual way he was kneading her breasts as his member plowed into her. They coupled like that for quite some time, and Cindy was again sailing away on the pleasure that flowed through her body. She was pulled back to reality for only a moment by Franks groan of satisfaction, as she was whisked away by her orgasm when she felt his seed spread warmly within her. She cried out in passion, her legs dropping from Frank's shoulders as her body relaxed. Frank fell on top of her and gave her a passionate kiss as she rode the torrent of her unleashed orgasm.

Cindy stayed entangled beneath Frank for another couple minutes as they both recovered from their own climax. She felt Frank lift her up and drop her farther back on the bed before he pulled back from her. Frank withdrew his still partially erect member from Cindy with a pop and lay down beside her. Cindy rested beside Megan's boyfriend. She felt a twinge of guilt course through her at their last act. Cindy knew she couldn't help it, and that Megan had likely witnessed Frank coupling with other girls before. Even as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm, she regretted the direction her impulse had driven her this time.

Megan lay down beside Cindy, giving her friend a hug. "It's okay, you couldn't help it. Besides, I know you enjoyed it." Megan smiled deviously at her friend.

Cindy relaxed, hugging her friend as Frank moved up behind her. He rested himself on her back, draping his arm over her waist as he reached over and caressed Megan's raised hip. The trio lay their like that for some time before regaining the willpower to move again. Cindy secretly enjoyed the sensation, sandwiched between Megan and her boyfriend. Her nipples rubbed against Megan's breasts as she breathed. Their hips all merged together, and Cindy felt both Franks limp member and the tufts of Megan's pussy hairs.

"That was a slight change of plans." Frank smiled, pulling himself away from the two lovely young ladies beside him.

Cindy sat up, cupping her semen slickened mound. A disturbing though crossing her mind. "I wonder how long it'll be before I get pregnant."

Megan giggled. "I though you knew. The implant keeps you from ovulating and menstruating. You can't get pregnant until they want you to."

Cindy was relieved by that. She was surprised the thought hadn't crossed her mind before, but there had been a lot happening to her over the last couple days. The thought that she could get turned into breeding stock was a bit disturbing, though.

Frank finished setting up his equipment then turned back to the two naked girls on his bed. "Are you ready for some tests? With the data I just received from our last impulse and a few tests of my implants control over you, I should have enough information to begin a building a test interface."

"Sure." They said in unison, siting side by side on the edge of bed.

"Okay, let's try something simple first. I'm going to send the commands, and not speak them, just to be sure it works. Here goes." Frank warned.

Cindy felt the familiar tingle at the base of her neck and found herself laying back onto the bed. Her hands flowed across her body, resting between her legs and on her breasts. A casual arousal began to build up within her at her hands expert ministrations, but she wasn't swept away by the now familiar programmed passion. Cindy wasn't in the mood however, and though her hands massaged her intimately with programmed skill, Cindy mentally rested.

Cindy looked beside her to see Megan in a far more excited state. Megan was resting on her knees, her hand driving a large dildo in and out of her pussy with a feverish pace, moaning passionately as she pushed the toy into her intimate flesh. Her other hand was busy rubbing her clit with equal fervor. Cindy felt her own fires flare as she watched Megan drive the ribbed rubber phallus between her nether lips till it was nearly engulfed by Megan's nether lips. Cindy watched in awe as her friend filled herself completely with the toy, till the base of the dildo was flush with her pussy lips. Now fully impaled, Megan's hands cupped her breast and rubbed her clit. Megan bent forward, giving Cindy an unobstructed view of her impaled pussy, moaning from her self stimulation. Cindy burned inside from the lewd scene of her friend flesh so fully parted around the toy, her nether lips wrapped in an 'o' around the dildo's base. Even more stimulating was the sound of Megan's cries when she dug her fingers into her pussy to grip the base of the toy and remove its length from within her. Cindy watched her friend writhe in passion as she slowly removed the toy from her passage, it's rubber surface sparkling with Megan's juices. The scene of Megan's self impalement was only inches from her face, and Cindy's latent attraction for her beautiful friend was brought to the surface as Cindy succumbed to her own masturbation. Cindy began fantasizing about Megan, remembering the stimulating scene only hours before when they had put on their suntan lotion. Her hands continued sparking passion within her as she watched her friend piston the well lubricated dildo into her pussy. Cindy watched in fascination, her passion over flowing, and then the flood gates parted. Cindy felt her own orgasm grip her as Megan screamed out passionately beside her. Her vaginal muscles pulsed against her impaled fingers as her other hand roughly squeezed her breast. Cindy lay back as her orgasm washed away, casually fondling herself as she enjoyed the afterglow. Megan fell beside her, panting from her own exertion. Cindy looked over to see her friend's pert, round breasts rise and fall with Megan's labored breaths, the dildo still wedged deeply in Megan's pussy. Cindy admired her friends beauty for a moment before drifting off in a nap.

Frank awoke the girls a short time later, and ran further tests on them. Cindy let herself enjoy Frank's orders, but advised him of turning on the programmed arousal as well. Frank smiled at that, clearly enjoying the fact that Cindy had aroused herself for the first test. By the end of the day, all three were exhausted from the tests, Frank having joined in for some of the later experiments. He was satisfied with the results and led the two tired girls up to a guest bedroom where he put them down for the night.

Cindy wrapped her arms around Megan as they lay there on Franks guest bed. Cindy pressed her breasts into her friends back, and they soon fell asleep in that comfortable position. Cindy idly wondered what tomorrow would bring as she rubber her hands lightly across her best friends soft stomach, drifting off into a pleasant sleep..

Over the next several days, the trio continued their testing of the implants. Cindy was a bit surprised that Frank hadn't made her and Megan go at each other, and was even more surprised and secretly frustrated that the impulses and driven them into each other's arms. Still, Cindy wasn't ready to admit her attraction just yet, and endured the disappointment. Between Frank's experiments all three succumbed to impulses several times a day.

Each morning they were either woken with an arousing good morning fuck or found themselves waking up someone in their bed. Cindy had found herself under Megan's brother Billy one morning, and descending on the ready cock of one of her teachers the next morning. The few days she returned home, Cindy found herself embracing her family as well. The most peculiar thing she had done so far was riding her sister Heather with a strap on for most of an afternoon. Cindy found herself unable to remove the dildo fully from her sister the entire time. She pounded away between Heather's legs for hours, from almost every position imaginable. Heather screamed with passion the entire time, her orgasms triggered at the slightest movement of Cindy's strap on. Every few minutes they would have to change positions, and Cindy would feel like she was being wrapped in a human pretzel. The entire time, Cindy only felt her own building passion, never once orgasming, until her sister cried out for the last time. As her sister moaned with her final orgasm, the dam within Cindy broke and she cried out as the strongest orgasm she remember coursed through her.

Cindy had grown to accept her new life, but she was always waiting for Frank to find the answers he was seeking and unlock the control to the implants. Cindy had wondered for a while if Frank hadn't just been stringing them along to get them to willing cooperate, but once she fully realized that they wouldn't have had a choice if he wanted to force the issue, she didn't worry about that anymore. Frank wasn't that varied with his experiments, and Cindy usually found herself masturbating or fucking through most of Frank's tests. She enjoyed the experiences on a carnal level, but grew bored of it. In an odd way she looked forward to the unpredictable randomness of an impulse driving her to some peculiar new assortment of sexual predicaments and partners.

After the first couple days, Frank had built an interface with the implants that could mimic his own commands, and those of the impulses. After a few experiments confirmed that it worked, Frank hit a brick wall.

"I can't decode the language they're using. It's some kind of binary code, and I only have a small part of the command set and protocols. I can make us all fuck like bunnies till we pass out, but I can't really link into the system. I need a higher level access and some interface protocols before I can go any farther." Frank explained with dismay. All the work they had done so far didn't really bring them any closer to being free of the implant's control. Frank set up a system to manage the impulses in his own lab, but once outside, they were all susceptible to random impulses again. Besides that, even inside they had to run out a program to release themselves from an impulse. The only good thing was that they got to choose the nature of the sex the impulse drove them to.

Frank set up his equipment to scan for new signals, with the hope that someday someone would pass by who held the keys to unlocking the rest of the implants controls. Until then, the trio resigned itself to the fate the rest of Penbrooke had already came to accept.

It was a few weeks later when Frank's system alerted them to new, high level protocols being sent. They gathered around Frank's equipment as he looked over the new data.

"This is it. Some high level command is being bounced around, it's only going through female links, though. Brace yourselves." Frank warned. Just as he spoke, Megan and Cindy felt the odd tingle of an incoming command. Frank watched, concerned as the two young ladies turned around and ran up the stairs.

Cindy wondered just where they were going. They stopped briefly at the door to put on their standard attire, and were soon running down the street. Cindy felt her breasts bounce freely as she ran, knowing that her blouse top wasn't going to cover her under these conditions. She watched as countless other women raced out of the houses on either side of the street, running towards some unknown destination. Cindy idly computed what lay ahead, and quickly guessed they must be heading towards Penbrooke's high school.

She wasn't relieved when her suspicions were confirmed, and she joined the growing throng of Penbrooke women filing into her school. She wondered why they were all being gathered together like that, and feared the possibilities. As they passed through the doors, every woman stripped and continued on. By the time Megan and Cindy had passed through the doors a large pile of discarded clothes had accumulated inside. Several men dressed in sharp black suits and wearing black sunglasses stood watch over the scene, unmoving as countless women stripped before them. Their very presence and demeanor scared Cindy even more, but she had no choice but follow her program as her legs carried her into the gymnasium. As she entered, another man in a black suit gave her a quick review and she felt another tingle pass through her neck. Cindy walked across the auditorium, looking over a growing formation of women across the floor. As she looked over the naked women before her, Cindy realized they were being sorted, and she found herself taking a place amongst a formation of young attractive girls, like herself.

Cindy watched the formations fill up slowly. Megan had been placed right beside her, but Cindy couldn't turn her head to see her friend. She stood a attention, as did all the girls around her, waiting to see why she had been brought here.

After the flow of women entering the gymnasium ended, Cindy watched as Brice Pearson walked out before the assembled women.

"Good afternoon, ladies. I'm here to conduct a follow up evaluation of the HRI program. My associates are also looking to fill several positions at our head office, and we will be reviewing candidates momentarily. Please feel free to relax as we begin our evaluation and continue to enjoy your membership with HRI." Brice explained.

Cindy felt a tingle at the base of her neck, and her senses dissolved into a flow of orgasms. She stood there, silent and unmoving as her mind dissolved into pure ecstasy. Her eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing, but giving her keepers two windows into the sea of pleasure that was consumed her.

Cindy was swept away by the programmed orgasm until she felt a tap upon her forehead. Her mind instantly cleared, and she felt her body start moving again, heading for the exits. The cool air in the school chilling her inner thighs as her orgasm generated juices dried between her legs. Cindy wondered what she had been selected for, as most of the women around her remained in place. She remembered Brice's comments about position's at their head office, and worried that she was going to fill one.

Cindy heard footfalls behind her, and figured that she was part of a group but couldn't turn to see who they were as she walked back out of the school. Her legs carried her outside, and Cindy was surprised that she hadn't stopped to get dressed. She wasn't concerned by her nudity anymore, but the fact that her program hadn't made sure she was clothed was a worrisome development to Cindy. She saw a long black limousine siting at the curb in front of her. Another black suited man walked up to the door and opened it just in time for Cindy to climb into the back row of seats. She slid over to far window, and felt two more people slide up beside her, though she still wasn't free to move her head and look. Her eyes were free to move, however, and she looked over to see an elderly man of perhaps sixty siting in a seat in front of her. He sat there, his eyes traveling across Cindy and her other companions, a pleased smile fixed across his wrinkled face. As he reviewed his latest catch, Brice got in beside him and sat down. Everyone sat in silence for a few moments as the limo began moving.

"Very nice, Brice. I can see you did a good job, who do we have here?" Asked the old man, as he gave Brice a cheerful pat on his shoulder.

Brice handed him a palm computer and the old man reviewed his new charges out load. "Cindy Stewart, Megan Carm and Susan Trent."

Cindy winced as he read of Megan's name, it was bad enough to be here herself, but she certainly didn't want Megan to share her fate. She didn't really know Susan well, she was a year older than Cindy and they hadn't had anything but a passing acquaintance.

"All came highly recommended from their evaluators and Megan gave a stunning performance as an introductory evaluation for Penbrooke." Brice beamed, clearly glad to have gained favor with his associate.

"I see. Well, I suppose you young ladies are wondering why you're here." The old man turned to the three naked girls in front of him. "First, I'll introduce myself. I'm Alan Zoran, President of HRI. Since HRI was founded two years ago, we've been slowly expanding our membership. To keep up with the demands place on us by our clients and our expanding member base, we've had to establish special positions for remarkable members. You've all been selected, as well as several other of our Penbrooke members. Brice selected you three specifically for a special opening, but I'll tell you more about that later. For now, I'll just let you enjoy the rest of the trip."

Cindy had barely internalized his comments before she felt a tingle at the base of her neck, and her concerns and fear drifted away in another continuous orgasm.

Cindy drifted down from the programmed pleasure some time later, noting sullenly that the limo had stopped and their captors were already on their way out. She felt her control had returned, and quickly looked over to Megan and Susan to see if they were alright. Both looked back with the same concern and fear Cindy felt. Cindy tried to speak, but found that ability had been cut for the time being.

"You'll speak only when spoken to directly. Now, follow us." Brice explained after watching Cindy grab at her throat.

Cindy thought about resisting for a moment, but decided it was better to still be in control. She was in their lair, and her body had already been bent to their will. There wasn't much chance of getting away at this point. She resigned herself, and followed the other two girls out of the limo.

As she stepped out onto the pavement, she looked up to see the HRI headquarters. It looked like an Aztec stone pyramid, several stories tall, reliefs caved along its surface. A glass covered garden ringed its base. The only modern touch was a small entrance at the base of the pyramid. The headquarters stood in a few acres of well cut grass, the clearing completely surrounded by tall dark trees. Cindy was awed by the power of the scene before her, but only took a moment before returning her attention to the strange men who held her captive.

Alan and Brice talked quietly as they strolled up to the entrance, their entourage in tow. Besides the three girls, six black suited men followed behind, ensuring that the girls didn't decide to make a break for it.

As they passed through the entrance, Alan turned back to the girls. "Don't worry, this is your new home for now. I'm sure you'll come to like it. But first let me show you our proudest creations."

Alan waved the girls through the main door and into a long hallway. A row of pedestals, each roughly six feet around and a foot above the floor, lined each side, and atop each platform was one or two people. Cindy looked over the display. Atop the first several platforms stood visions of human perfection. Women and men of every human race were found, each a perfect specimen of their people. Each woman was the vision of a man's wet dream, with shapely form, round, firm breasts, and sculpted, seductive features. Each one molded to the standards of her race. The men were the ultimate representations of masculinity, their form chiseled and features handsome. Most were paired, locked in displays of their sexuality, silently coupling for the passing visitors. Some sat alone, presenting their bodies for inspection by passing guests. Cindy watched entranced by a beautiful Asian woman who seemed to be conducting herself in a slow sensual dance. Cindy felt her own internal fires begin to spark at the examples of human beauty surrounding her.

"These are our finest work in the human form. We have surpassed normal surgery, and each of these examples is the living proof of our techniques. These members each came to us as ugly ducklings, and we molded them in to the perfect swans before you. To prove our methods were beyond the normal boundaries of medical science, each of these members had both their sex and race changed. With our new techniques, there is nothing our technicians can't do. Come and see our more exotic works." Alan beamed, clearly proud at the work displayed around him.

Cindy was shocked by the revelation. She looked into the eyes of a Indian woman who was silently moaning as her African companion moved between her legs. Cindy could hardly believe that the woman before her had once been a man, and wondered what lay in store for her own group as they followed Alan down to the next gallery.

Cindy recoiled a bit at the next gallery. Displayed before her was a collection of people who could have won world records for their various dimensions. The least shocking were the women with mammoth breasts, and the men with enormous cocks. Some of the displays seamed almost normal, though Cindy soon learned they likely hid their special features after witnessing one woman pull a dildo from her pussy that was almost two feet long and six inches wide. Cindy looked to the floor, nauseated by not just the display but the thought that she might join them.

"These are some of our more special requests. Several of our clients have very developed fetishes, and we do our best to help meet their requests. Our technicians have developed methods that allow our members to adapt easily to even the most extreme of enhancements." Alan explained as they passed through.

Cindy followed along through many more such galleries, each displaying a particular aspect of HRI's capabilities, from body modifications to programming features. Cindy had looked on in awe and fear at the sexual displays presented. HRI had everything from bondage to masseuse training. As they passed each display, Cindy worried about her future.

"And here is our final display. Some of our clients began making requests for a melding of nature with our members. With the help of our technicians we have already finished developing the new techniques. These are our proudest accomplishments, the fusion of man and beast." Alan waved his arms over the final gallery, presenting his latest masterpieces for the now sincerely frightened girls.

On each pedestal stood a lone figure, a perfectly melding of human and animal features. Cindy reviewed the displays with dismay, seeing almost the entire compliment of mammal life melded to human form. On the right side, water tanks displayed creatures of the sea. Each melding was done to the features of a human. Cindy took a moment to closely look over the cat woman who slowly turned to display every facet of her form. A black coat of shiny fir covered her head to toe, save a white patch over her breasts and abdomen. Her breasts were still human shaped, two perfectly round globes covered in fir, her nipples, pink and erect, pointing out at the tips. A long tail flicked casually behind her, perfectly melded to the base of her spine. Her hands and feet now resembled paws, and Cindy noted that the cat woman no longer had a thumb, and her palm had cat-like pads. her face was a melding of feminine and feline features, her nose was pushed up, forming a cat like nostril, her face was slightly elongated into a muzzle, with whiskers on both sides. Her eyes were classically feline, and she stared down at Cindy through the slits. The cat woman had a human like head of hair, cut just above her neck. Finally two pointed feline ears peaked through her hair on each side of her head. Most of the remaining displays were similarly melded with other species. A few though stood out as classical creatures. Cindy looked over many creatures of myth, centaurs and mermaids, as well as more fiendish looking werewolves.

After allowing his charges to review the masterpieces Alan chimed in again. "Not only are these creatures beautiful, they are wholly what you see before you. Their children will be as they are, and all are also designed to breed with humans as well. The offspring of mixed parentage will be fully of one species however."

Cindy was now quite worried. She had been shown the wonders possible within this building, and didn't find any of the propositions to her liking. At least in Penbrooke, she was allowed to be herself, here she didn't even know what she would become.

Alan led the group past the end of the gallery hall and down a row of offices. He led them into one of the rooms, and Cindy found it contained one large bed. Alan ushered in all three girls and then closed the door.

"Well, ladies, we won't be ready for you for a little while. One of our clients has made a very special request and were still working out the bugs. Until then, enjoy yourselves. The technicians will be here when they're ready. I'm sorry I can't join in, but I really do have more pressing concerns at the moment. I look forward to seeing you when your finished." Alan then left the room and the three girls succumbed to new programmed urges.

Cindy felt the tingle just as he left, and a moment later she was awash in passion. She felt her hands begin to fondle herself as she watched both Megan and Susan pull boxes from under the bed. Cindy walked over and lay down on the bed as the two other girls each buckled on a strap on cock. Megan's new rubber appendage was as large as Cindy's father's cock, Susan sported a considerably smaller dildo, waving it gently as she climbed onto the bed. Megan lay down beside Cindy, and Cindy quickly straddle her hips over her friends abdomen. As her damp pussy lips slid on her friends soft belly, her hands moved down, cupping Megan's ample breasts for the first time. Cindy was already swept away by her own passion, and she embraced her love for Megan as she caressed and molded her friends soft globes with her hands. She reveled in the taste of Megan's nipples as she slowly suckled at her friends teat, bring out cries of pleasure from Megan's lips. As she massaged her friend's breasts, Cindy heard the sound of vibrators and looked over to see Susan handling several of the toys. Cindy watched as Susan pushed a huge vibrating dildo into her pussy and then another smaller toy into her ass. Susan moaned as she impaled herself twice, and slowly humped the air with her rubber cock. Susan moved between Megan's legs a moment later, and Cindy heard her friend gasp as Susan slowly pushed another monster dildo into Megan's slit and another smaller phallus was pushed past Megan's rectum. Cindy felt Megan writhe beneath her, moaning as the two toys vibrated within her stretched holes. With that done, Cindy lifted herself up and slowly impaled herself on Megan's huge strap on. Cindy had not felt so full since her last time with her father. Her pussy was stretched to the limit, and Cindy felt herself tracing every contour of the dildo her intimate flesh was slowly engulfing. Once she had filled herself completely, Cindy's finger moved between her legs again, tracing across her nether lips where they met with the dildo within her. She whimpered at the strange sensation of her finger moving across her stretched pussy lips. She was allowed to enjoy being so fully stretch for only a moment before she descend on her friend again. Her lips met Megan's and they kissed passionately, their breasts jiggling together, their erect nipples poking into the other's soft flesh. As she lay there, finally embracing her friend, Cindy felt Susan's hands caress her ass. Cindy's hands moved back, and pulled her cheeks apart, giving Susan full access to her anal passage. Cindy had experience anal sex before on one of her impulses. After the initial adjustment, she found herself enjoying the experience. Now she was treated to the experience of having both her holes filled at once. Susan guided her strap on between Cindy's ass cheeks, and sank the full length of her dildo into Cindy. Susan's dildo had been perfectly selected to fill Cindy to the breaking point, and Cindy moaned as it sank into her.

Soon, Cindy found herself washed away by the unique stimulation of having both pussy and rectum filled to the brim. She lay between Megan and Susan as both girls pumped their dildos into Cindy's receptive folds. As they filled Cindy, the vibrating dildo's within them stimulated their own burning passions, and they moaned in pleasure humping at Cindy. Cindy felt the two dildos pound within her, Susan and Megan varied their trusts, sometimes alternating and sometimes thrusting together. Each variation stirred Cindy's passion, her hands exploring Megan's body beneath her as each new filling thrust brought her closer to the edge. Finally she felt her pussy clamp down around the invading dildo and she screamed out in passion as an orgasm gripped her.

Over several hours the three girls continued. Orgasming every few minutes as they caressed and fondled each others bodies. Cindy was awash in feminine sensation, she ate out both Megan and Susan, and they did the same for her. She lay back to enjoy the intimate sensation of both girls licking her over her entire body. Their tongues assaulted her senses as they caressed her every tender spot, prodding her to multiple orgasms. Soon the roles reversed, and Cindy reveled in the intimate exploration of Megan's every intimate and sensitive spot, pleased as she watched her friend writhe in near continuous orgasms from her ministrations.

Finally the trio collapsed in ecstasy, having fully expended themselves. Cindy smiled warmly as she drifted off to sleep, her arms wrapped around her best friend, the most happy she had been since her programming.

Cindy awoke, her body ached from her previous exertions. She quickly forgot about the pain as she realized she was strapped in a chair. Her eyes flew open and she looked around, unlike her first experience at HRI, she saw herself surrounded by lab equipment, and a large staff buzzed around her, busy with their work.

"Finally, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. Unfortunately we need you awake for the next session, and Alan insisted you be given a full rest." Commented a technician beside her.

Cindy tried to speak, but found her voice still not responding. She watched in mute horror as she felt the programming interface on her neck. Cindy sobbed inside, wondering just what was going to be done to her.

"Okay, we're going to begin the session. I'm going to ask you questions as we go, respond as well as you can to each question."

Cindy felt sparks fly through her head. Her thoughts muddled, and she felt her apprehension retreat. As she lay there, she found herself unable to keep a line of thought together. After a few moments, she felt herself fall into a pliant, nearly unthinking state.

"What is you name?"

"Cindy Stewart." She answered automatically. As she did her head exploded in a million points of pain. She lay their panting for a moment as she recovered from the shock.

"What is your name?"

"Cindy Stewart." Cindy replied again, this time with very little confidence in her voice. Again the pain shot threw her head.

"What is your name?"

Cindy lay there confused, her clouded mind searched desperately for the answer. Final she conceded, scared by the revelation. "I don't know"

A new sensation washed through her mind, a slight stinging coursed through her head.

"What is your name?"

"Kitten." Cindy answered. Her mind revolted for a moment, but try as she might she couldn't contradict the statement. She knew it was wrong, that they had stolen her real name, but now Cindy thought of herself as Kitten.

The questioning continued, each time ripping away a part of her identity, and replacing it with their own reality. Cindy was helpless, and could only watch as slowly she became a new creation, one her tormentors called Kitten. She felt her new identity take shape, but a small part of Cindy remained, resisting the changes and reminding Kitten of what she really was.

Finally the process was complete and the technicians removed Kitten's unconscious form from the chair, moving her to a lab table.

Kitten was strapped down, and probes attached to her nude form. A doctor attached an IV to her arm, and checked the rest of the probes. He attached another IV to her other arm, and left Kitten alone as strange fluids slowly flowed through her veins.

Kitten awoke some time later as she noticed a strange sensation from her ass. Her hands moved down to check and she was soon shocked by finding both fur and a tail. She bolted upright and looked down at her body. Her entire body was now covered in a light brown fur, except for a patch of white fur that covered her chest and stomach, following the curves of her pelvis to a v shape at the top of her pussy. Her pussy lips and areola were bare, though now several shades darker than she seemed to remember. Her hands had been turned into paws, and she turned them over, looking at the pads of her forward paws. She rubbed them across her body, finding them just as sensitive as her fingers had been. Her feet had suffered a similar fate, though a bit larger in size. Kitten saw a mirror on the wall and got up to look at her new self. She felt a strange sensation at the reflection. Kitten still had Cindy's face, her human features rested atop her feline form, her fur gradually receding as it went up her neck. As she looked at her face and body she recognized herself, but she felt as if it wasn't really her. The sensation faded after a moment and she began modeling in front of the full length mirror admiring her pert young form. As she did, she found her thoughts turning to sex, and wondered how long it would be before she would have someone to service. She felt herself recoil again at the thought, though not knowing why. Something told her that such thoughts were wrong, but she didn't understand why anymore. Kitten pondered the thought for only a moment before she turned back to modeling herself in the mirror impatiently waiting for someone to model for.

The door opened some time later and Kitten watched Josh and Brice walk in. Kitten recognized Josh, remembering the pleasure he had brought her though the memories seemed strangely disjointed. That didn't matter right now however, and Kitten felt her passions burn. She strutted over to the two men, seductively caressing herself and wiggling her hips. Kitten wrapped her body around Josh, massaging her fur covered breasts into his side as her paw snaked down inside his shorts and began stroking his member. She let out a seductive purr as she rested her head on his shoulder, slowly wagging her tail.

"Oh, man, you guys did a great job. I can hardly believe this is the same Cindy I evaluated." Josh commented as Kitten continued to play with him.

Kitten ignored the conversation as she pressed herself against Josh. She wondered how long she had to wait before they'd get to play in bed. She felt something scream inside her, but ignored the distraction.

"Yes, the process is improving. We're still working on the programming however. Kitten here is our first fully autonomous test. Be careful about using her old name." Brice warned.

Kitten felt Josh get hard beneath her paw's caresses. She snaked her way down his body, pulling down his shorts. As he continued his boring conversation, Kitten wrapped her mouth around his member and slowly suck on it. She felt her own juices flow as she tasted his delicious cock. Kitten's tongue massaged his member tracing every contour as she worked to explore every crevice, compelled to memorize every feature of his cock. Josh moaned with pleasure from her caresses and Kitten smiled inside pleased that she was doing a good job.

"You'll also find her insatiable. Logan plans on having her very busy up at his corporate office."

"Do you mind if I have a go right now? It'd be a shame if I missed a chance like this." Josh groaned again as Kitten licked his cock.

"Sure, I don't think she'd let you leave anyway. I'll come back when her ride is ready to go." Brice replied, leaving Josh alone with the transformed Cindy Stewart.

"Stand up, let me get a look at you." Josh ordered.

Kitten replied without question, giving his cock one last lick. She began a seductive modeling dance for him, glad to be displaying her charms for him. Josh traced her every curve, Kitten hadn't been modified in terms of dimensions, and Josh was pleased by that. He moved up to kiss her and Kitten wrapped her arms around him pressing her body to him as she joined him in a sensuous kiss.

Kitten pulled away from him, surprising Josh at her independence. "You like what you see tiger?" She purred, as she coursed her hands down both sides, seductively wiggling her hips. Kitten was burning with passion, aching to be filled with his cock, hoping her display would entice him into bed.

Josh was taken aback, Cindy had been well programmed. The standard program didn't allow for the subject to talk while under control. Josh realized that Kitten was more than just a program, that HRI's programmers had replaced Cindy's personality, turning the teenager into a feline slut.

"Of course." Josh replied, grabbing the girl by the hips and pulling her back to him. She embraced him again, kissing him passionately as she felt his cock rub up against her belly. Kitten enjoyed the feeling of his hands as Josh caressed her through her fur, purring as he cupped her tender breasts.

Kitten was growing frustrated by his patience and pulled back again, this time grabbing his cock with both paws. She wanted him inside, and quickly pulled him to the bed. Kitten lay back on the bed pulling Josh between her legs as she went.

"Come on lover boy, show me your stuff." Kitten teased, rubbing his cock head between her pussy lips. Josh pushed forward and Kitten growled as he sank into her tight folds. Kitten wasted no time in beginning her internal caress of Josh's member, pleased with every moan that came from between his lips. Kitten reached up and took his hands, pulling them to her breasts, gratified when he gave her breasts a good squeeze.

She growled again as Josh began to fuck her, welcoming the pistoning motion. His pace left her a bit disappointed however.

"Come on, fuck me." Kitten growled. She was rewarded as he began pounding into her faster.

"Harder, harder." She cried as he pounded into her soft folds with even greater fervor.

Kitten dissolved into pleasure as he plowed into her with increasing speed. She thrust her hips back, sure to meet every thrust, to fill herself up as much as possible with his stiff cock. His every moan of pleasure increasing the fire within her.

After only a few minutes of this, Kitten felt Josh's seed flow into her. As he did, she pulled away again, pulling his still spasming member from inside. She climbed off the bed and crawled up to his crotch, taking his shrinking member in her mouth. As she licked their juices from him she sent a paw to her pussy to catch the remains of their lovemaking in her paw. Josh soon found his erection return under Kitten's skillful assault, as he did, Kitten pulled back and licked her paw clean of their juices, thoroughly enjoying the unique taste of their combined fluids.

"Ready for more?" She purred, stroking his cock. Kitten felt her need still burning within her, driving her. Before Josh had a chance to respond she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips.

Josh watched in awe as Kitten moved between his legs, pulling his cock to her pussy. She leaned back and descended upon him. Kitten growled again, her face clenched in pleasure as she felt him move inside her. She quickly set up a rhythm on top of him, happily taking him deep within her. She leaned forward, pulling his head to breast with one paw. She cried out in pleasure as he suckled on one breast while slowly kneading the other. Kitten pistoned atop him happily for some time, pleased that he was staying up. Her passion slowly building each time she impaled herself upon him. Finally the tension snapped and Kitten cried out in orgasm, her pussy clamping down on Josh's member. She felt his seed fill her a moment later, and quickly pulled herself from him, not wanting to miss the opportunity to suck the last of the seed from his cock. As she did, she enjoyed the taste, though dissatisfied with the portions.

Josh had fallen asleep as she sucked on him, and Kitten wrapped herself against him purring gently as she watched his chest rise and fall. As her orgasm drifted away, a thought nagged at the back of Kitten's mind, that something wasn't right. She tried to figure out what was wrong as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Kitten was woken up by Brice some time later. Brice had made her put on a robe and walked her out to a limo. Kitten didn't like the robe, since it hid her body. On the way out, Kitten flashed several passersby only to get rudely corrected by Brice. He told her she would have to wait until they got where they were going. Kitten whined a little but did as she was told. The trip was boring, Kitten tried to seduce her companion but he rebuffed her every attempt. After giving up, Kitten began playing with herself instead, but found it generally unsatisfying.

She was feeling a bit dejected by the time they made it to their destination. Kitten wondered if she wasn't pretty enough for Brice. Her concerns quickly left her when she met Logan. As they stood in the lobby, she traced his every feature with her eyes, marvelling at the man before her.

"Hi, I'm Kitten, I'm happy to meet you." Kitten opened, dropping her robe with one quick move. She presented herself openly for the handsome man before her.

"She's conditioned to be sexually aggressive, but will submit to any command. Kitten's purpose in life is to sexually please anyone around her, and she is insatiable in that task. Her intelligence is intact, but she's constantly driven by sex, and should ignore anything not sexually related unless asked to pay attention. Otherwise, put down a litter box and some food, and she's self maintaining, though you may prefer if she showers." Brice described, watching as the cat woman adoringly explored Logan's body with her lust filled eyes, oblivious to the discussion about her.

"I'm impressed, she's just what I ordered. How is the other one coming along?" Logan asked as he fondled his new pet. Kitten purred as he cupped her breasts and ran a finger between her nether lips. She gave Brice a quick look of disgust, this man knew how to treat a lady.

"Not so well, the personality hasn't fully taken yet. We should be able to deliver her in a couple days though." Brice replied.

Kitten knelt before Logan, determined to give him a proper greeting. She quickly pulled out his ready cock and began sucking on his ample member, wetting herself with the thought of filling her pussy with it later.

Logan groaned. "Good girl, enjoy it, you don't have to rush."

Kitten agreed and slowed her pace to a casual caress, savoring his musky taste.

"I don't mind, I think Kitten will enjoy the extra workout anyway. Just make sure she's as good as this one. If you'll excuse me, I think Kitten would like play." Logan replied, petting Kitten's head as she continued working on his member.

"Alright, I'll inform you of any developments. Enjoy." Brice replied, leaving the former Cindy Stewart at her new home.

Kitten continued sucking on Logan's thick shaft for another couple minutes when she felt his member begin pulsing. She pulled back, wrapping her lips around the bulbous head of his cock as it spurted his seed into her mouth. She savored every drop, she swished it around her mouth, enjoying it's warm, salty taste before finally swallowing it. Kitten then descended upon his shriveling member, making sure she had captured every drop

"Come on, Kitten, let's introduce you to the staff." Logan ordered, taking the sleek young cat woman in hand. Kitten purred as Logan's hands explored her fur covered body as they made it into the elevator. As they ascended, Kitten took the opportunity to explore him as well, being sure to rub her breasts and pussy into him as she did so.

Once he arrived at the executive level, Logan called a staff meeting. Kitten continued to caress him as she watched other executives file into the board room.

After everyone had arrived Logan introduced their new pet. "Everyone meet Kitten, she'll be our new head of office moral from now on. She's fully versed in our favorite techniques, and will willing give us all lots of personal attention. I'm sorry that her partner hasn't been prepared yet, but I'm sure Kitten will be more than happy to take up the slack." Logan explained. "Why don't you introduce yourself to the board, Kitten."

"Hi, I'm, Kitten." She said as she climbed up onto the board room table. She slowly strutted up and down the table, being sure to give each board member a sultry smile and a full view of her charms. She shivered with passion as each member enjoyed her show.

"I can't wait to introduce myself to each of you personally." Kitten purred. She really couldn't, already her pussy ached with the need to be filled again. Kitten wanted nothing more than a good long fuck.

"Now, I'm sure you're all anxious for Kitten to visit you, but first I'm going to take our lovely new pet for a spin. She'll stop in for each of you later." Logan smiled.

Kitten couldn't wait, looking forward to all of the cock and pussy she was going to get. First though, she had an appointment with Logan, and she already ached for him to fill her. She waited impatiently for the board room to clear before she made her move.

"Come on big boy, I'm ready for you." Kitten draped herself over the head of the boardroom table, spreading her legs right in front of Logan's face giving him full view of her pussy. Kitten growled with excitement as he descended upon her, devouring her sensitive flesh.

"Oh, thank you!" She screamed as his tongue parted her nether lips and teased the entrance to her pussy. Her senses burned as he licked her, driving her mad with pleasure.

"Fuck me!" She cried as the empty ache within her became too much to bare. Logan complied as quickly as he could. Kitten felt him lift her legs onto his shoulders. Then moaned as her flesh parted around the tip of his member.

"Fill me up!" Kitten moaned as Logan teased her with his member, caressing her nether lips with his rubbery tip. Kitten cried out in passion as he pushed his way inside her, filling her up beyond belief.

As she sat their, luxuriating in the sensations of her stretched pussy her mind battled a new thought. As he plowed into her, Kitten's memory told her that this was the biggest cock that ever rested inside her, but something told her that wasn't right. Kitten was distracted for only a moment as she was brought back to their coupling as Logan pulled his cock slowly back down her channel. For now she didn't care, all that mattered was the cock she had between her legs this very moment. She moaned as Logan filled her again. Her inner folds pulsed around him caressing the cock she was so happy to have inside her. Logan began a slow steady pace, and Kitten writhed passionately under him.

"Oh, fuck your so big! Fuck me, fuck your kitten!" She cried egging him on with Cindy's melodious school girl voice, but to no avail. Logan knew his own limits and was determined to get the most out of his first time with his own little pussy cat. Kitten cried in frustration and pleasure as he kept up his steady pace within her. Her mind shifted however, determined to prove her worth to him, concentrating on her pussy muscles, being certain to give him every bit of pleasure she could. If she could please him, maybe he would fuck her like she needed it. Even at his slow pace, Kitten enjoyed the sensation of being so fully plowed with each thrust.

Kitten felt her lover reach up and caress her fur covered breasts. She let out a cat like hiss as his lips descended on her nipples, suckling her. Kitten enjoyed the treatment, thrusting her breasts into her lover's mouth and hand, humping back against his filling thrusts. With his every moan of pleasure Kitten felt her purpose in life fulfilled. As she lay there, Logan's cock plowing her velvety folds, Kitten reflected on the meaning of life. Surely there could be nothing more important than using her body for the pleasure of others, she thought. Kitten lay back, content in this revelation as she again concentrated on caressing the cock moving within her.

Logan began to pick up the pace, pumping harder and faster into his lovely pet. Kitten beamed inside, happy that he was now moving like she wanted, filling her with passion with every furious stroke.

"Oh yes, just like that, fuck your kitten, fill me up!" Kitten screamed with pleasure as he pounded harder into her willing flesh. Kitten thrust back against his every filling push, her passions building as she felt her lover pistoning his thick shaft inside her. Kitten felt her orgasm overtake her as Logan screamed in passion, filling her with his seed. Kitten milked his member with her pussy, working to extract every drop from him before he left her. She gasped as he withdrew, and quickly began catching their juices as they leaked from her, barely waiting to taste his sweet seed again.

"How soon can you ready again?" Logan asked as he pulled his pants back on.

Kitten wondered at the strange question.

"I'm always ready." She replied as if there was no other possible answer.

"Good, the rest of the board members are each expecting a personal meeting before the end of the day. Don't disappoint me."

"I won't. I'm always happy to serve." Kitten replied cheerfully, she had plenty of cock to enjoy now. She looked forward to the rest of the day as she finished licking his seed from her paw.

"I'll check in with you again after work. Have a good day." Logan replied as he went back to his office, taking one last look at the company's new pet cheerfully licking his seed from her paw.

Kitten spent the rest of the day pleasuring the rest other board members. She fondly counted each one, tallying the number of cocks that has plumbed her and pussy she had licked. Kitten enjoyed the men the most, the women just couldn't compete with a big thick cock. Still, Kitten enjoyed pleasing everyone, pleased that her efforts were making people happy. She fondly remember the looks of joy on the board members faces as each of them orgasmed because of her. Kitten licked her lips with every thought of the seed she had eaten, constantly craving more.

When Logan returned at the end of the day, Kitten was anxious, hoping that she had pleased everyone as much as expected.

"I hear you're a little hell cat. How would you like a reward?" Logan asked.

Kitten beamed at the praise. "If it pleases you." She chimed in her school girl voice. Kitten purred, presenting her body to Logan. When she wasn't pleasing someone, Kitten was always certain to present herself to those around, so they could always have a good look at the charms she had to offer.

"Oh, it will." Logan dropped his pants, reveling his erect member.

"Oh thank you!" Kitten smiled, quickly descending on his member, sucking it for all she was worth. Kitten worked passionately for his seed, sucking and licking his cock. She was soon rewarded, and happily savored every drop of his seed as it squirted into her mouth. Before she was finished, she was sure to lick every drop from him. She looked into Logan's eyes as she got back up, pleased that he enjoyed her reward.

"Now it's time for your evening workout. Follow me." Logan ordered. Kitten followed obediently, strutting behind him with her chest pushed out and a lust filled smile on her lips.

Logan led his pet down stairs to a small club on the second level. Kitten looked around as she entered, purring at the site of sex all around her. Kitten recognized many faces in the crowd. Each of the board member's secretaries was here, either fucking a guest or lewdly dancing on stage. Kitten was pleased, they had all seemed so disinterested to her advances during the day as she walked by to service their bosses.

"Our secretarial pool has been instructed to keep their sexual activities to the evening hours, so it don't interfere with their work." Logan explained. In fact they had all been programmed to act normally during business hours, unless directed otherwise. After hours they became unwilling entertainers in the corporate lounge for the rest of the companies managers.

Kitten looked over the scene before her, already aroused and ready to join in.

"Feel free to join in, you can come here every evening in fact. Just be sure to get a good nights sleep so you're well rested for the next day. There's bed and bath in my office for you when you need it." Logan offered, patting his Kitten on the cheek.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to get enough sleep so I can please you tomorrow." Kitten purred, descending on the sea of writhing flesh before her. She decided to introduce herself first and climbed atop the runway where several other secretaries were dancing invitingly for the crowd. Kitten climbed up on stage, happy that Logan was giving her this opportunity to enjoy herself.

Kitten began dancing on stage, enjoying the whistles and cat calls coming from the crowd. She ran her hands seductively down her fur, wiggling her hips and flicking her tail as she strutted up and down the runway. Occasionally she wrapped herself around a pole, gliding her body across it, riding it between her legs. She continued this display for several minutes, hoping that everyone's eyes were given the chance to explore her every curve.

The need to be filled again burned within her, and Kitten began to review the selection of men before her. She slowly crawled down the stage, looking into the eyes of every man as they followed her every movement. Finally the ache began to intense and Kitten pounced on one gentleman who was enjoying the casual sway of her breasts as she crawled to him.

"Would you like to give Kitten a ride?" She purred, sitting on her knees before him, displaying her feminine charms for him. He answered her with a passionate kiss, pulling her mouth to his. Kitten felt her pussy burn, and quickly climbed off the stage, careful not to interrupt their embrace. He pulled by her arm, dragging her from the orgy all around them and down a small hallway at the back of the club. Kitten realized that he had wanted more privacy as he directed her into a small room with a bed.

"Lay down." He ordered, and Kitten instantly complied. She fell back onto the bed spreading her legs wide and giving her best fuck me look. She ached with the need to be filled, hoping that he wouldn't keep her waiting long.

"How old are you?" He asked.

Kitten wondered at the strange question, and wracked her brain for the answer. She hadn't thought about it before, and was curious as to why it matter. Still, her memory eventually gave her the information. "Sixteen"

"What high school did you go to?" He asked.

Kitten burned with arousal, growing impatient with the unusual questions, but again she found the answer. "Penbrooke High."

"I thought I recognized you. You wouldn't happen to be Wendy Stewart's daughter?" He asked, seeming genuinely curious about the companies new pet.

Kitten felt something snap within her, but she ignored it as she tried to find an answer. Her thoughts were jumbling together. She was Kitten, but a nagging voice within her told her something else. A confused look crossed her face as she answered. "Yes, no, I'm Kitten."

"Wow, they really did a number on you." He seemed satisfied with the answer lowering himself between her legs. Kitten purred as he began to fondle her breasts. Her earlier confusion dissolved into lust as she felt him rest his cock lengthwise across her nether lips. She moaned, bucking her hips against him, parting her folds with the edge of his cock.

"You probably don't even know what they did to you, do you?" He asked as her continued to caress her fur covered body enticing purrs from the girl beneath him. Kitten writhed beneath him, the aching emptiness between her legs washing away her every thought with the need to be filled.

"Please fuck me. I need you inside me." Kitten moaned beneath him, rubbing her burning sex against him, wanting desperately for him to quit talking and fuck her.

He complied a moment later and Kitten moaned in ecstasy as he plowed into her. He quickly set up a rhythm inside her, and Kitten growled with satisfaction, bucking her hips to meet each thrust. Arousal consumed her as his cock pounded with her. Kitten embraced her lover, kissing him passionately as he gave her body the fucking she so dearly wanted.

Kitten cried out in ecstasy as she felt his seed fill her with the now familiar warmth. She tried to move, to begin licking away his seed, but her lover remained still holding her in place, his cock still lodged deeply inside her. Kitten turned her attention back to her lover and slowly caressed his body with her paws as they rested, still intimately locked together.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Her lover asked, casually massaging one of her ample breasts.

"Oh yes." Kitten purred, her voice ringing with sexual satisfaction. Kitten lay beneath him, enjoying his slow petting motions, as she felt her internal fires burning anew. She began milking the cock within her again, hoping that he would give her another ride. Her efforts were soon rewarded, and Kitten enjoyed the sensation of her lover's cock growing within her. Once he reached his full size, Kitten moaned as he began pumping within her with slow steady strokes.

"Fuck me harder, harder!" She cried, and he granted her request, pounding into her ready flesh. Kitten cried out in pleasure as he pistoned within her. She had already been fucked almost two dozen times that day, but she couldn't get enough. The feeling of a cock pounding away inside her was too wonderful, she just had to have another one inside her, filling her.

Having already came once within her, her lover had far more stamina then before. Kitten wrapped her legs around him as they fucked, ecstasy carved into her soft features. With every hard thrust, Kitten relaxed, enjoying the filling sensation of his cock as it sank into her. With every withdrawal she clamped down on him, intensifying the sensation of his movement and bringing cries of pleasure from his lips. Kitten continued like that as he moved within her, enjoying his body fully and ensuring that he enjoyed hers. Kitten had several more orgasms as he moved within her, each time screaming out in passion as he continued to plow into her tender flesh. Finally, Kitten felt the warmth of his seed spread within her again, releasing another earth shattering torrent of pleasure within her.

This time, he withdrew, and Kitten moved a paw between her legs as she repositioned herself to suck his remaining juices from his cock. Kitten again reveled in the taste, certain to find every drop of his seed. As he got up, Kitten lay back, slowly licking his seed from her paws, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss that coursed through her.

"Well, I'm sure your services will be wanted elsewhere, no sense letting them wait." He smiled as he watched the former girl, continue licking his seed from her paw, her face locked in an expression of pure bliss.

Kitten rested for another moment, realizing he was right, she had plenty more people to entertain. She quickly rose, and strutted back out to the orgy on the main floor. She quickly found a new target and was soon locked in another passionate embrace, this time surrounded by the sounds of passion all around her. Kitten was washed away in a sea of passion, slowly passed from one willing cock to another. She quickly lost count of how many cocks had filled one of her willing holes, but she didn't care. Her body rode a wave of pure pleasure for hours as hands and cocks explored her every curve. Kitten purred and moaned, as she was filled with cocks, her body caressed by countless hands and mouths. She was swept away on a torrent of pleasure, orgasms crashing down upon her with every new sensation.

The orgy lasted for hours, though Kitten had no way of telling time. With one passionate cry from the gathered flock, it was over. Kitten felt cocks pull out of every hole trailing their seed as they went. She licked herself clean as the crowd parted and went on their way. As the last people left, Kitten began to feel tired, and quickly set off to bed.

As she lay down for sleep, her arousal abated and her mind cleared for a moment. She felt something within her try to reach her again, but sleep came too soon, and Kitten drifted off cheerfully on the bed in her master's office. She felt satisfied, and looked forward to another day of sex, another day of fulfilling her purpose in life.

As she slept, Kitten was assaulted by nightmares, jumbled images of terror that stirred through her soul, terrifying her. She fought the images, the terror all night, unable to escape the screams coursing through her mind. Her body awoke as she sensed Logan enter his office. She bolted upright, still locked in the terror of her dreams. She sat there for a moment panting in terror, but the musky smell of Logan pulled her away, and Kitten quickly forgot her bad dreams. She watched as Logan walked into her small bedroom, quickly stripping off his clothes. Kitten felt her folds begin to dampen in anticipation, and quickly prepared her body for a morning romp in bed.

Kitten's existence continued like this over the following days. Each day, she played with the board members, and each night she joined the orgies in the company lounge. Kitten was satisfied with her existence, pleased at how much pleasure she was bringing to those around her and reveling in the ecstasy she enjoyed as she pleasured them. The dreams continued, though each morning they were washed away by her morning fucks, completely forgotten as she sought out cocks to fill her and pussies to lick.

Everything changed one day as she was sucking on Logan's cock, working for another tasty package of his seed. His normal moans of pleasure suddenly cut short by a scream of pain. Kitten looked up in surprise, unwilling to release his member from her mouth. Logan's hand grabbed at the back of his neck, his face twisted in agony. Kitten wondered what was going on for only a moment before she felt herself fall into a deep sleep, her masters cock still filling her mouth.

Kitten awoke some time later, feeling very strange. Her head hurt with a slight pounding sensation coming in time with her heart beat. Her arms and legs were restrained, and she felt like she was in some kind of hospital bed. Her senses seamed wrong as well, she felt her fur rub up against the bed-sheets, but found the sensation strange, as if she shouldn't have fur. Her wagging tail also seamed strange, familiar but wrong somehow.

She opened her eyes, quickly confirming that she was in a hospital, strapped to the bed. Almost as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face look down at her. Kitten looked into the girls sad eyes, unable to place who it was, but knowing the girl was an old friend somehow.

"What happened to me?" Kitten asked softly.

"That's a big question, lets start small. How do you feel?" Megan replied, stroking her friends furry arm.

"Strange, like I shouldn't have fur and a tail, but I do. My head hurts a little too. Who are you?" Kitten answered purring slightly at being petted.

"You don't remember me?" Megan asked, Frank holding her close.

Kitten shook her head. "I feel like I should know you but I don't."

"I'm Megan, I'm your friend. Do you know your name?" She gripped Kitten's paw.

"I'm Kitten." She replied, feeling suddenly unsure about her answer. "I think I'm Kitten anyway."

"No, you're Cindy, Cindy Stewart, don't you remember?" Megan asked.

Kitten shook her head again. She wasn't sure if her name was Kitten, but Cindy didn't seem right either.

"That's okay. Everything is going to be alright." Megan reassured the confused cat woman before her that had once been her friend.

"What's going on?" Kitten asked meekly, wanting to understand what was happening.

Megan thought for a moment, deciding how to begin. "A few weeks ago, you and I were taken to HRI headquarters. You were turned into Kitten, a sexually insatiable cat woman, to be a pet for some company. They tried to turn me into your companion, but their methods didn't take for some reason and I spent the next few weeks fucking the staff at HRI." Megan began, disgust ringing in her voice. "After we left, Frank found out how to interface with our implants and took control of the system. He tried to simply put everyone asleep, but some of the higher ups in the organization had anti tampering protection. As he hacked into the system, their implants killed them, everyone responsible for the implants were killed. No one knows how they work now, or how to remove them, but we have disabled them."

"Unfortunately, not everything was so simple. In addition to the implant's direct control ability, we were all slightly conditioned when they implanted us. We haven't been able to reverse that yet, so everyone is still walking around in our skimpy outfits or naked depending on whether were indoors or not. We haven't been able to remove the implants either, so some of their core programming is still active, though that seems limited to hormone and disease control, so it's not all bad." Megan explained.

Kitten sat there, taking it all in. "So what about me?"

"We don't know, they conditioned you into becoming Kitten, blocking out as much of Cindy's memory and personality as they needed to successfully transform you. Frank wants to try to unblock your memories, but we don't know what will happen when we do. Your physical condition is harder to deal with, though. No one knows how they changed you. It's not just plastic surgery, they changed your genetic makeup somehow, the doctors say that you'll likely be like this for the rest of your life." Megan answered, giving another reassuring stroke down Kitten's arm.

Kitten listened, not sure how to take the answers she was given. She felt strange in her body, but still it was her, fur and all. A strange duel feeling was still inside her, and she now figured it was the remains of Cindy trying to reassert control. Kitten didn't know how to feel, and simply rested as she awaited her fate.

Megan continued to stroke her friends arm as Kitten drifted back to sleep. Frank had already unleashed the program into Cindy's implant. As Kitten lay there, her memories were gradually being relinked, and integrated into Kitten's reality. The technicians had programmed Kitten without concern for her past, Kitten wouldn't care about yesterday, only getting another cock within her. Frank and Megan hoped that with her memories restored, Cindy would reemerge inside Kitten, and hopefully the two personalities would meld together and she would be whole again.

They waited silently, patiently at Kitten's bedside as the program did it's work. Kitten lay perfectly still, sleeping dreamlessly as her implant send thousands of little sparks through her brain, doing it's work. Slowly, Kitten and Cindy came to coexist within her and slowly the two personalities merged.

Kitten woke up a day later, her head still pounded, but the strange duality that had been within her was gone. She looked over to her friends, sleeping lightly in the hospital chairs beside her, grateful for their presence. As she lay there, she remembered what Megan had told her, and she took inventory of herself. Oddly everything seem normal, her fur, paws and tail all felt as they should be. Her memories seamed whole as well, and she looked back over her life, sensing nothing was wrong or missing. She remember being programmed and then later transformed into Kitten and while she could objectively reflect on her previous behavior, even her actions in each state of existence didn't disturb her. She knew she should be disturbed by being turned into a sexual pet, but could only look back fondly on the memories of existing in constant arousal, fucked by everyone she met. She didn't feel that same passion now though, she was content to relax and had no desire for sex, something she knew was unthinkable while Kitten had been firmly in control.

Megan noticed Kitten turn in the hospital bed and raced to her side, waiting impatiently to see if her friend emerged.

Kitten looked up into Megan's concerned eyes and smiled. "Hi there."

Megan smiled back. "Hi yourself. How do you feel?"

"Good, whole. I'm me, or the new me I guess. It's kind of strange, I know I'm not who I was before, but I don't feel the nagging sensation of something being wrong." Kitten answered, purring as her friend stroked her arm and held her paw.

"What's your name?" Megan asked, desperate for the final answer.

Kitten lay there for a moment, considering her answer. She remembered that Megan had told her that she was Cindy, but that still didn't feel like her name. Finally she accepted her new self, the melding of what had been Cindy and Kitten. "I'm Kitten, Kitten Stewart."

Megan felt Frank move his arms around her, holding her at Kitten's side.

"Okay, do you remember us? Your family? Penbrooke?" Frank asked, trying to discover what her answer meant.

"Of course, you're Megan and Frank. I remember my parents and sisters, and Penbrooke. I just don't remember my name being Cindy like you said before. They must have taken that from me, but it doesn't change who I am." Kitten replied, reassuring her friends that she wasn't changed radically. The old Kitten had existed just for sex, but the merging of personalities with the old Cindy left Kitten feeling much like she did as Cindy, though she could still feel the old Kitten's passion pulsing within her. It was tempered by Cindy's self control, however, and that had kept her from begging for sex.

After being satisfied with her response, Frank left to find a doctor. Megan stayed at Kitten's side, talking about their experiences. A doctor arrived shortly and removed Kitten's restraints, allowing her to get up. She felt a little stiff, apparently from being in bed for so long, but was glad to be free again. She coursed her paws down her sides as she stood there, stretching in a most seductive fashion.

She looked down over her fur covered body, still finding her form beautiful. Megan and Frank quickly lead her out of the hospital, taking Kitten back into the world. The world had changed considerably over the past few days as everyone adapted to the effects of HRI's conditioning and programming. Society had been fundamentally altered by HRI's control, and no one knew just what new direction it would take.

Kitten stood out looking over this new world as if through new eyes. She saw the opportunities and perils that lay ahead for her, knowing that she was now a freak of HRI's design, but ready to face the challenges before her. She had already survived too much to let the world beat her now.