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Disclaimer: No one under 18 allowed should be reading this...for it is
adult entertainment.
Author's Note: If this story looks familiar, it was originally titled
"Pleasure Chips" - but I've rewritten the story to a large degree, and I'm
using it as a foundation for 'The Agency'.  This is a recent revision and
yet another title change.
   The Agency, Chapter One: "Pleasure Chips" by JR Parz
   PROLOGUE
   Doctor Sharp carried the unconscious young intern into the back room and
carefully placed her down on the examination table...  then, starting with
her blouse, then bra, slacks and black panties; he stripped off her clothes
leaving her completely naked.  He paused for a moment to drink in the sight
of her pure loveliness and then moved to a cabinet.  He pulled out a small
box...  inside were six special syringes...  each containing a
microcomputer chip.
   He set the box on the tray and took a seat next to her...  He then
reached for a melting ice cube and slowly rubbed it over the girl's right
nipple...  it hardened.  He then took one of the syringes and injected a
chip directly into her nipple.  He performed the same procedure on her
other nipple.
   Slowly, he slid the girl down to the edge of the table and opened up her
legs.  He secured her feet into stirrups and retrieved a tube of K-Y Gel.
He coated his middle finger and entered her vaginal opening.
   First, he made sure she was well lubricated and then he hooked his
finger in the shape of a 'J' and lightly rubbed it along her back wall...
eventually, he found her 'little button'.  Every girl possessed one...less
than 10% knew where their 'g' spot was located.  The girl moaned while he
stroked it.
   Then he grabbed a flexible syringe type-device and injected a chip
straight into her swollen trigger.
   He did the same procedure with her clit, inserting the fourth chip.
   Then he flipped the girl over onto her stomach and shoved pillows
underneath to elevate her rump...  stark naked and in this position she
presented quite a sight.
   He took another syringe and injected the fifth chip just inside her
anus.
   The sixth and final syringe contained the most important 'chip'...  as
it would serve a dual purpose.  Both a transmitter to the other chips and a
receiver that allowed him to link her brain to his computer.  Slowly, and
with meticulous precision, he entered the needle slightly above her right
ear, injecting the chip directly into the girl's sensory cortex.
   Phase one...  complete.
   The Doctor moved over to the computer and entered a series of numbers...
then entered the information by hitting the 'RUN' button.  The program
immediately linked to the girl's brain frequency.
   He sighed...  It had taken him three years to develop this program and
today he would see it work for the first time.  The link between the
transmitter inside the girl's brain and the receivers inside the girl's
erogenous zone enabled him complete control of the girl's libido...  but
now it was time to take this a step further by sending signals straight to
her frontal lobe.  If his hypothesis proved correct, which he had no doubt
it would, his program would allow him to control not only her sexual
desire, but her behavior traits, too.
   Then he heard the girl moan...  she was waking up.
   "How do you feel Ms.  Porter?" He asked, still taken with the girl's
beauty.
   "Stra...strange...what...  what happened?" the girl whispered, still
groggy from the sedative she was given.
   "You passed out." He replied.  Then he smiled when he saw her hands
slowly slide down along her body.
   "Wh...why am I naked?" She asked...  confused.  It was obvious she was
still too weak to get up.
   "Oh...I had to strip you...it was the only way I could...  well...  turn
you on sort of speak."
   "Please...  please tell me why I'm like this." She groaned, making a
weak effort to try and cover herself.
   "Well Miss Porter...or should I call you Linda now that I'm seeing you
in a more intimate light." He asked, chuckling.  "Anyway, you remember
Pavlov, right?"
   "Pavlov...wh...what are you talking about?"
   "Pavlov had a theory that any human could be conditioned given the
conditioner possessed the ultimate reward.  I believe I've discovered this
ultimate reward." He responded.  Then he secured the girl's wrists with
cloth straps.  "You see Linda, the ultimate reward is right there between
those pretty legs of yours."
   "I...  I don't understand."
   "There's no greater human emotion than lust...  not even love can
compare...  and through a sequence of key words, I'll be able to program
you any way I wish.  These words will not only trigger your pleasure
centers, but also be able to manipulate your thoughts and desires in any
direction I see fit." He finalized.
   "But why?  Why are you doing this to me?"
   The Doctor ignored the girl's question and walked over to his computer.
Then with a grin he pressed the button to start the procedure.  He turned
to watch as Linda again fell asleep...  this time a controlled one.
   The Doctor decided he first wanted to eliminate the intern's aggressive
tendencies and replaced them with a more docile and compliant nature.  He
expected Linda would recognize these new traits as alien at first but
because of the pleasure she'd reap from responding in this manner, she
wouldn't be able to resist.  The ultimate reward would be an orgasm...  and
he had his finger on the trigger.
   He finished running her through the basic programming, which would
compel obedience...  amongst other things...  and then removed her straps
and carried her lithe body over to the couch.  Her eyes fluttered open as
he was lowering her, but instead of looking at him with fear, she merely
smiled...  and giggled.
   It was obvious from her breathing and movements that she was waking up
horny and he decided not to wait any further, and stripped out of his
clothes.  He didn't spend time with any foreplay and mounted her...  she
gasped and then groaned while he rammed in and out her...  and then they
both exploded with orgasms.
   *****
   When Linda opened her eyes it took a few moments to collect her
senses... she remembered enjoying the most sexually satisfying experience
of her life but wasn't sure exactly from who or why she was presently lying
naked on a couch.  Then like a damn breaking she realized what had
happened. "Oh my God!" she cried out.
   She reached down and touched herself...  she was still 'wet' from her
ordeal and could also see dry cum all along her groin area.  Quickly, she
sprung up off the couch...  but no sooner had she taken a step the Doctor
appeared.
   "Hi gorgeous...I just love seeing you like this." He stated.
   "Doctor...I...I...what have you done to me?" She asked, reddening at
being seen naked like this but not doing anything to try covering
herself... then that feeling 'hit' her...  arousal.
   "I don't have much time and there's lots of work to do, so I need you to
get your clothes back on and go home.  I'll see you here first thing Monday
morning."
   "Yes sir." She replied automatically and turned to look for her clothes.
'Huh?' She wondered in confusion.  'Why am I responding like this?'
   "They're over there on the book case." He pointed.
   "Oh." She replied.
   She quickly slipped on her panties and just as she was about to put on
her bra he stopped her.
   "Hold on a second...what size bra do you wear?"
   "34'B' cup." She replied, smiling.  She still wondered why she was
responding in this manner.
   "Have you ever thought about getting a boob job?"
   She blushed but didn't hesitate to answer.  "My boyfriend wants me
too... but I like my boobs just the way they are."
   "Oh yes...your boyfriend...  Are you seeing him this weekend?"
   "Yes...I should be."
   "Please do...  In fact, I need to prove a point.  So, go ahead and see
him...  and make sure you fuck him real good...  okay?"
   She blushed again but nodded her head 'yes'.  She wondered why she was
being so submissive?
   "As for your bra...leave it off.  From now on you don't like wearing
bras...  in fact, you hate them."
   "Okay." She replied...  placing the bra back on the bookcase.  She
reached for her blouse and buttoned it up.  She wondered how he knew that
she didn't like wearing bras.  Then it 'hit' her.  She had liked bras... 
just not anymore.  She wanted to ask him what was going on but found it
more important that she finish dressing.
   When she finished dressing she looked back at the Doctor expectantly. 
He smiled at her and she smiled back...  what was it about him that made
him so different now...  so attractive?  She thought about her boyfriend
for a second and shuddred...  she suddenly wished that the Doctor was her
boyfriend.
   The Doctor just smiled at her in response and then opened his arms... 
she ran over to him for a hug...  the warmth, the love, the ever increasing
arousal...  washed over like a tidal wave.
   "No telling a soul." The Doctor stated.
   She nodded her head like a child to her father...  but it was safe to
say that what she was feeling between her legs at that moment had nothing
to do with being a child.  The Doctor patted her on the ass, kissed her
forehead, and sent her on her way.  She felt a mixture of 'sexual need' and
sadness as she left.
   As she walked out to her car she tried to make sense of her strange
behavior...  all the way home she wondered what it was that he had done to
her to make her act this way...  she also wondered why she wasn't heading
to the police.  What was it about the Doctor now that made him so much more
important to her?
   When she got home she stripped out of her clothes...  a deep lassitude
was quickly crashing down on her and she went straight to bed.  She could
smell her sex...  and his...  and couldn't help but bask in the incredibly
erotic thought of it.
   Sometime later her phone rang, waking her.  It took a few moments for
her to get her bearings before she answered.  "Hello." She whispered.
   "Hi Linda...  you sound like I just woke you up."
   "Yeah, I guess I'm really tired.  I fell asleep."
   "Do you want some company?"
   "Yes...  No!  I mean...I don't know.  I don't think I'd make good
company tonight...ah...better make it tomorrow morning."
   "Okay honey...go back to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow.  I love you."
   "Okay...bye." She replied and hung up the phone.  Only when she slipped
back in bed did she remember that she didn't say that she loved him back.
   As she tried drifting back to sleep, she thought about how she was going
to have her boyfriend fuck her tomorrow.  Strangely, the thought of it was
making her feel sick.  Again, she took a deep whiff of her body odor and
smiled...  she could still smell the Doctor...and the smell was making her
feel horny.  She reached down to her throbbing 'wet' pussy and began to
masturbate.
   *****
   "Jack!" Linda screamed out with shock.  Her boyfriend was just about to
go down on her.
   "Hi sweetie.  I see you prepared yourself for me." He replied, referring
to her nudity.
   He knew that she never slept naked so what else would he think?  Then
she suddenly realized she smelled down there...  and just as he was about
to bury his head in her crotch, she moved her legs together and turned away
from him.
   "I have to go to the bathroom...give me a minute." She pleaded.
   "Okay...but hurry back." He replied and allowed her to get up.
   Linda rushed off to the bathroom and quickly closed the door.  She
sponged her sex and all around her thighs...doing her best to get rid of
the smell...  a smell that she still took pleasure in breathing in.  She
looked at herself in the mirror and decided she looked like hell...  but
knew that she could look like hell and still look sexy.  She sat on the
toilet and peed...  the last thing she wanted to do at this moment was make
love to her boyfriend and she just prayed she didn't get sick from it.
   Slowly, she walked back into her bedroom where Jack lay naked and hard
on her bed.  The sight of him repulsed her.  Slowly, she climbed on the bed
and straddled him...  lowering her pussy onto his cock...  fortunately, no
thanks to him, she was well lubricated and easily mounted him.  Slowly at
first, then picking up speed, she rode him up and down.  They fucked until
he came...rested...then fucked again.  But regardless how hard she humped
she couldn't cum.  When she felt she satisfied the Doctor's order by
fucking him real good, she cried out, faking her orgasm.
   Her boyfriend eventually left and then she cried.  He couldn't satisfy
her anymore...only the Doctor could.  She understood what this meant and
looked forward to Monday morning.
   *****
   Linda woke early feeling all tingly and excited.  She would be seeing
Doctor Sharp this morning and paid special attention to her makeup and
appearance.  She opted to wear a stylish dress and pumps, wanting to look
her absolute best for the Doctor.  Of course she wasn't wearing a bra and
wore her black thong panties.
   When she arrived at the facility, she anxiously went to the lab.  She
nearly swooned at the sight of him inside his office.
   "Hi Doctor Sharp." She greeted, smiling at him.
   "Oh, you beautiful minx.  You actually dressed up for me.  I like
it...but I'd like it even more if you were naked." He responded, grinning.
   Linda felt a warm rush of 'heat' as she quickly stripped...  happy that
she was getting the chance to please him and especially happy that he
wanted to see her naked.  She again realized the Doctor was responsible for
her new behavior but all that mattered at the moment was pleasing him.
   The Doctor proceeded to fuck her several times that morning and she lost
count at how many times she 'came'.  Later on, he instructed her to break
up with her boyfriend and make arrangements to move in with him.  He also
ordered her to quit college and become his personal assistant.  The thought
of refusing him anything didn't even enter her mind as she happily
complied.
   From time to time she reflected on her previous life...  all her
memories were there but it was as if they happened to someone else.  She
was constantly horny for the Doctor and loved being with him...  in fact;
the Doctor became her sole reason for living.  She recognized that this
made her his slave but even that didn't faze her.
   I.  Three months later at Thorn Scientific Research Facility
   Carla Thompson leafed through a magazine in the reception area and
couldn't get over how nervous she felt.  This surprised her, especially
since she had already been selected for the Internship Program.  This
meeting with the president was merely a formality.
   For the umpteenth time she glanced up at the beautiful young
receptionist and couldn't help but smile at the girl.  She had introduced
herself as Heather and she wondered why Heather hadn't been swooped up by
some modeling agency.  Her long blonde hair fell lovingly down her
shoulders...  she possessed sparkling sea blue eyes and she sported a very
healthy set of tits...  breathtaking was an understatement.
   Like she did with every girl she found attractive she compared their
looks...  they both sported slim figures but Heather's breast were much,
much larger.  Heather was also blonde and oozed sweet innocence.  Carla, on
the other hand, possessed long dark hair and possessed a dark Mediterranean
complexion.  The only flaw she could detect in Heather was in her
expression...  she almost looked unsatisfied...  frustrated...  like she
was hungering something but couldn't have it.  She wondered what unsettled
her.
   Carla wasn't naive as to how important 'good looks' played on ones
career, knowing damn well that if she didn't look the way she looked, that
she wouldn't have landed this internship.  Mr.  Perkins, the career
advisor, had plenty of qualified candidates...  but it was her that he
selected...  and it was only after he interviewed her personally.
   "Excuse me Ms.  Thompson, Mr.  Thorn will see you now." Heather stated
while getting up from her seat to escort her.
   The moment Carla entered the office she was met by a young man who
appeared in his mid twenties.
   "Hello Miss Thompson, I'm Damien Thorn." The young man spoke.
   Carla was stunned, expecting someone much older.  "Hi Mr.  Thorn...it is
very nice to meet you." She stammered, hoping he hadn't noticed her look of
surprise.
   Mr.  Thorn turned to look at Heather.  "That will be all, Miss Crass."
   Carla looked over at Heather and was slightly taken by surprise...  her
eyes had changed.  Was that it?  Did Heather have a crush on Mr.  Thorn? 
There was no mistaking that look...  was there?  Then she stopped herself
and quickly refocused on her present situation.
   "I want to thank you for this opportunity." She beamed.
   "You are quite welcome Miss Thompson, please...please take a seat." He
smiled while gesturing towards the couch.  Then he walked over to a table
and poured two glasses of water.  After handing her a glass, he sat down on
the couch next to her.  Carla noted that he sat far enough away so he
wouldn't be perceived as invading her space...  yet close enough to create
a friendlier atmosphere.
   "Well Ms.  Thompson, I've reviewed your file and I'm very impressed. 
When I take on a student for my Intern Program, I'm always looking beyond
their internship."
   "Yes sir." She replied, smiling.
   "Please...tell me about yourself."
   Carla had rehearsed her response countless of times and knew exactly
what she wanted to say...it would be brief, yet informative.  She started
off by telling him about having always been fascinated with chemistry... 
even at an early age.  She then skipped over her academic accomplishments
given he obviously had reviewed her file and instead touched on her
dedication to physical fitness...  and that was when she felt a searing
flash of wet heat.
   Her eyes closed for a second and then she gasped...what was happening?
She wasn't oblivious to what she was feeling but she just couldn't
understand 'why' and 'why now'?  Sexual arousal coursed through every inch
of her prompting her to squeeze her vaginal muscles.
   "Ms.  Thompson...  Are you alright?" Mr.  Thorn asked, looking confused.
   "Yes...ah...I mean no...I don't know.  I...I don't feel good...may I use
a restroom?"
   "Sure...I have a private one...follow me."
   Carla was too distraught over her current state of arousal to notice
that Mr.  Thorn was leading her through a private bedroom before getting to
the bathroom.  Once inside, she frantically locked the door, lifted her
dress, and slid down her panties.
   "Take your time Carla...I'll be at my desk." she heard Mr.  Thorn
through the door.
   Carla couldn't help it and shoved two of her fingers deep inside of
herself...  she couldn't believe how 'wet' she'd become!  She had to bite
down on her lower lip to stop herself from crying out while feelings of
intense pleasure overwhelmed her.  Unable to stop herself, she continued to
finger herself until she cried out with an orgasm!
   She ended up bringing herself off two more times before she finally
collected herself.  Then it 'hit' her...  he must have slipped some sort of
aphrodisiac inside her water.  There was no way that she would suddenly
feel like this...  it wasn't natural.  She fumed while she cleaned herself
up.
   When She was dressed again she opened the door.  That was when she
noticed that she now stood inside a bedroom...  and sitting on the edge of
a king-sized bed was Damien Thorn...  wearing a huge grin.
   "YOU!  How dare you!  I'm going straight to the police!  How could you
think that you could get away with this?!?" She exclaimed.
   "Police?  I don't think so...  especially after we spend the afternoon
together."
   Then like before, it 'hit' her again...  but this time more powerfully!
Every sensation...craving...  and feeling she felt before, paled in
comparison!  Raw desire...so sexually intense that it sliced through her
entire being...  and unlike before, when she could relieve herself through
masturbation, it was now directed on the person before her...Damien Thorn.
   "What's the matter Carla?  I thought you wanted to leave." He asked,
still smiling.
   "I...I don't understand what you've done to me.  I...I need
you...please...I need you to make love to me!"
   "Why Carla, after being so rude to me?  Although I must admit you do
look sexy 'panting' like that...  Hmmm.  Maybe if you strip, it might help
me make up my mind...  I do have standards, you know."
   Carla seethed inside, but with every second that ticked by, her need
grew stronger and stronger.  Moments later she was hurrying out of her
clothes until she stood before him...  stark naked and 'dripping'.  Mr. 
Thorn made a motion for her to pirouette...wanting to see her backside...
she blushed but this didn't stop her from complying.
   "You really are a beautiful girl...but I'm sure you already know this,
don't you?"
   "Ah...I...do...do I meet...ah...meet your standards?" She stammered in
trepidation.  Shocked at how docile her response had been.
   "Well, your breasts are rather on the small size...but overall...  yes,
you do.  Let me also add that you need not worry about your small tits
because they'll be big and full in no time."
   Carla was having a difficult time concentrating, squirming with 'need'.
Her nipples and clit felt hard and she could actually feel herself leaking.
   "Please...Mr.  Thorn...please...I need you."
   "Need me to what, Carla?  I'll tell you what...lay back on the bed for
me...spread those beautiful legs...  and spread apart those 'wet' lips for
me and ask me again."
   Carla quickly moved to the bed and assumed the position, hating how her
body responded to him...  hating herself for not having the will power to
stop herself.  More embarrassed than she'd ever been in her life before...
she pleaded.  "Please Mr.  Thorn...  please make love to me."
   "Nope, not yet anyway.  I will fuck you though...just say the magic
words."
   "Please...please fuck me...please Mr.  Thorn...please Mr.  Thorn...FUCK
ME!" She begged in desperation.
   *****
   Damien drank in the sight of Carla...spread eagle and delirious with
desire.  He crawled between her legs and in one fluid motion, rammed into
her.  The girl cried out with every thrust and by the time he shot his load
deep down her love canal, she had long since passed out from multiple
orgasms.
   What Carla hadn't known was that during her physical examination last
week, she'd been administered a mild sedative and fitted with six
microcomputer chips.  It was because of these chips that she was no longer
in control of her body.
   Damien got off the bed and looked down at Carla.  Jack Perkins had to be
commended...she was beauty personified.  He went over and pressed an
intercom.  "Heather, contact Dr.  Sharp and tell him that I want to see
him...and then come directly to my private bedroom."
   Doctor Sharp was head of his Scientific Research Department and he'd
always remember their historic meeting a few months ago.  Was it really a
few months ago?  He remembered the day like it was yesterday...
   Accompanying the Doctor was his personal assistant, the very beautiful
ex-college intern, Linda Porter.  What struck him first was how strange the
girl acted around the Doctor.  Strange in the fact that she acted very
submissive and subservient to him.  The full impact of this didn't 'hit'
him until the Doctor ordered Linda to strip.  Soon she stood before him,
naked, blushing.  The Doctor told him that disobedience wasn't an option.
   Damien looked at the naked Ms.  Porter and asked her if she appreciated
the Doctor treating her this way.
   "I...I'm embarrassed...but I want...I want to please Doctor Sharp in any
way I can."
   Then the Doctor told him about the 'Pleasure Chips'...  and to prove
that they worked on anyone, he told him to pick someone.
   "Okay Doctor...  I'm game.  Did you notice the pretty blonde girl on
your way in?"
   "Very beautiful and very young.  How could I not notice her?" The Doctor
replied with a smile.
   "Her name is Heather Crass, and she's the niece of one of my Board
Members."
   "Are you sure you want to do this to someone so close to home?"
   "Yes, simply because it would prove beyond a doubt that what you
have...works.  Heather is a sweet, innocent girl who just graduated from
Beverly Hills High School and next week she'll be leaving town to join a
national modeling agency."
   "Not any more she won't be...  something tells me she's going to have a
change of heart." The Doctor replied, chuckling.
   When Damien thought back to this exchange...it always got him hard.
   ******
   Heather felt a little jealous, knowing that Carla was in Mr.  Thorn's
private room.  Carla was being 'turned' and the thought of that elicited
some memories of her own 'turning'.  She remembered it wasn't that long ago
when she woke up naked and horny and strapped down on a table.  She
remembered moaning a lot and wishing that someone would fuck her...  but
she didn't remember much else until Mr.  Thorn showed up.
   He didn't waste time and released her from her bonds.  Then he carried
her over to a bed and fucked her over and over again.  She couldn't
remember how many times she came.
   Now she was his personal secretary.  Nothing in her life was more
important than pleasing Mr.  Thorn.
   Once she reached Mr.  Thorn's private bedroom, the first sight she saw
was Carla, completely naked and sleeping on Mr.  Thorn's bed.
   "Heather, strip for me...  I want you to join Carla on the bed." Mr. 
Thorn commanded.
   Heather didn't like the idea of being naked in bed with Carla, but like
everything Damien asked of her she complied without hesitation.  Once she
was naked she joined Carla on the bed.
   "Cuddle up close to her and go to sleep." He commanded.
   Again Heather complied, sliding her naked body up real close to her...
within seconds she was fast asleep.
   *****
   Damien couldn't get over how erotic these two looked together and knew
right then and there that he wanted them to be lovers.  He could command
them to have sex...even make them horny for it, but their natural
heterosexual ways would eventually get in the way.  He wanted them to truly
love one another.
   Just then there was a knock at the door.
   "Come in."
   "Hello Mr.  Thorn."
   "Hi Doctor Sharp."
   "Now that's quite a sight!  Do you have something special in mind?"
   "Yes Doctor, I'd like you to interlope their frequencies, binding them
together."
   "Interesting concept...we haven't done this yet."
   "Do you think it can be done?"
   "They'd be bonded both sexually and emotionally...  and yes, I have no
doubt that it could be done."
   "Great!  I still want to continue my dominant control over them, but I'd
like these two to have real feelings for one another."
   "Not an option once I interlope their frequencies.  Do you wish for one
to be more dominant in their relationship?" The Doctor asked with a grin.
   Damien thought about it for a moment.  Heather's personality was
naturally passive while Carla appeared much more aggressive.  It would be a
kicker if he had these two switch roles.  Damien knew Heather hadn't had
sex with another female before, and seriously doubted Carla had either. 
Still, once the programming interloped their frequencies, they wouldn't be
able to keep their hands off one another.
   "Make Carla submissive towards Heather and make Heather feel slightly
more dominant with her."
   The Doctor smiled and sat down at the computer.  Immediately he began to
feed in these new traits into their frequencies...  bonding them to each
other's program.  He adjusted their trigger responses and set their
programs to start working the second they awoke.  Now, they'd have a real
desire for one another...  a very powerful desire.
   "Would you like Carla to go through the next phase of her conditioning?"
   "Yes...but with modifications.  I want to have a little fun with
her...allow her to feel like she has some control by only manipulating her
physical reactions...  not her mental ones."
   *****
   Carla woke with her fingers inside her pussy...masturbating...coming
long and hard before she realized where she was and who lay beside her,
naked and sleeping.  She tried sliding out of the bed but Mr.  Thorn
re-entered the room and told her to stay put.
   "How dare you!" She exclaimed.
   "Do you realize how beautiful you two look together?" He asked with a
smile, ignoring her anger.
   "YOU Fuck!" Carla exclaimed while crossing one arm over her breasts...
and the other over her groin area.  "How could you do this?  Why is Heather
here...and why is she naked!" She asked...  very angry.
   Mr.  Thorn merely smiled at her, making her even angrier...but she could
also feel arousal and this scared her.  "How dare you...I...I can't believe
you think that you're going to get away with this!"
   "Relax Carla...and really, there is nothing you can do.  Now, if you
recall from our earlier conversation, I touched on the topic of your tits."
   "Fuck off, asshole!"
   "Oh stop that.  You certainly are a feisty one.  Now, don't get me
wrong, your tits are nice and perky and all...but I want more than a mouth
full."
   Carla couldn't believe she was listening to this...  should she make a
run for it?
   "You see Carla, Thorn Scientific Research has the very best doctors...
this includes in the field of Breast Augmentation.  The procedure from
start to finish takes less than forty-eight hours...  and guess what?  No
surgery!  We use chemical injections and the subject has the pleasure of
seeing them grow right before their eyes."
   "You're not touching me!"
   "Oh, knock it off.  Now, the procedure is quite painless and I assure
you quite successful.  Look at Heather's healthy set." (Carla turned to
look at Heather's breasts).  "Heather was no more than a 'B' cup...just
like yours, but now she's a beautiful 36'D'."
   "I...I don't want breasts that big." She whispered...wishing she could
wake up from this nightmare.
   "I do...in fact, I want them slightly bigger...say 'Double Ds'.  I want
them to be big, round, and bouncy...  and I want you to know that your tits
are for my pleasure, not yours...  this means that every time you jiggle or
look at them that you'll be reminded of why you have them and who they
please.  I bet the thought of that will eventually make you cum."
   Carla was about to snap back with something sarcastic when she felt
Heather stir beside her.
   "Oh...hi everyone." Heather said as she slowly sat up.
   Carla felt embarrassment at being naked beside her...but as embarrassing
as it was she started to feel something else...and the feelings shocked
her.
   Carla didn't have time to ponder this new feeling as Heather suddenly
leaned over and kissed her.  Her body lit up on fire and she found herself
kissing back!  After Heather broke the kiss off, she heard the blonde teen
ask Damien what he had done to her.  Damien didn't respond.  Then she felt
Heather 'cup' her right tit with one hand while teasing her 'wet petals'
with the other.  She moaned, feeling deliciously helpless.  Heather lowered
herself down to her pussy...  making her 'blush'...  then she cried out
when her tongue entered her, making her cum.
   *****
   Heather was surprised at her feelings for Carla...and even more shocked
at her aggressive behavior.  Mr.  Thorn had undoubtedly done something to
her again, but like always...it didn't matter.  "Switch positions Carla. 
Move around so you can lick me...lick me real good." She whispered to her
new lover...  then gasped when she felt her tongue enter her.
   *****
   Carla felt compelled to do as Heather wanted...feeling an overwhelming
desire to please her.  She loved being eaten out by Heather but she loved
licking her better.
   *****
   Damien had already stripped out of his clothes and stood there sporting
a huge erection.  It was amazing what 6 microcomputer chips, a computer
program and some minor conditioning could do.  He then climbed on the bed
to join the girls and moved towards the pussy closest to him...a second
later he entered a wet hole and heard Carla squeal out.
   II.  (One Month Later)
   Damien Thorn leafed through the report provided to him by Doctor Sharp.
Carla had taken to the pleasure chips perfectly.  Not only was she
insatiable for him...and Heather, but she also worked 9 to 5 as a company
chemist.  Damien, of course, had her drop out of college.
   Damien also reflected on how Carla reacted to her new boobs.  At first,
she didn't like them...and hated the way they looked on her.  "I look like
I belong in some guy's wet dream!" she screamed.  Eventually, though, she
learned that her new boobs pleased him and because of this...they began to
please her.  Damien loved watching her and Heather thrash around together
while they licked each other's pussy.
   Damien pondered on several different directions to take this new
invention.  Secrecy was paramount, and with the exception of himself, the
Doctor, and the very subjects themselves...  not a soul knew about it.  He
had to be careful whom he added to the list.
   Damien pressed the intercom.  "Heather, step into my office."
   "Yes Mr.  Thorn...right away."
   Heather was only eighteen years old and looked like a high school
cheerleader...  pretty face, dynamite playboy figure and a set of huge
knockers...and there she stood, waiting for him to command her.  She was
nothing more than a functional pleasure slave.  What was it about her eyes,
though...  she wore the same intense look that Linda Porter and Carla wore?
Almost like she was constantly 'craving' something.
   *****
   Heather gazed expectantly at Mr.  Thorn, praying that he would make use
of her.  She didn't think that she could get any 'wetter'...and if Mr. 
Thorn didn't fuck her, then she would have to call Carla.  She still
couldn't get over how much she loved having a female love slave.
   Sometimes, during the throes of an orgasm with Carla, She'd be thinking
of Mr.  Thorn...and wished that it were his cock that filled her...instead
of Carla's tongue.  She always felt that constant tug to be with him and
thanked god that she was pretty enough to be his secretary.
   "Heather...why are your clothes on?"
   "I...I'm sorry sir." Heather replied, giggling.  She quickly stripped
and seconds later stood before him naked.
   "Come here Heather, you beautiful bitch you."
   Heather giggled as she rushed over him...  then quickly dropped to her
knees.  Wait till she told Carla about this...  she was going to be so
jealous.  Maybe she could trap some of his cum inside her mouth and
surprise her with it when they kissed.
   *****
   Damien looked down at Heather as she wrapped her lips around his tool...
she proceeded to please him orally.  As she serviced him, he thought about
the new girl that would be joining them.  Her name was Tiffany and she was
being sent over by Jack Perkins.  Jack promised him that Tiffany was as
every bit as beautiful as Carla.
   With Carla dropping out of college, a new intern was needed and he
remembered an earlier phone conversation he had with Jack...
   "Jack...you've been a loyal friend and employee and I'm very pleased
with Carla.  I have no doubt I'll be just as pleased with Tiffany."
   "Thank you sir." He replied, respectfully.
   "I want you to go out and select another girl...this time for yourself."
   "Really!  Thank you Mr.  Thorn!"
   "Jack.  Be very selective...just like you are for me.  Whomever you
choose will be your very own.  Make sure she's your ultimate dream girl."
   "Thank you sir!  I will."
   *****
   Jack Perkins hung up the phone and smiled.  He had never questioned why
Carla, who was so career-driven before would suddenly drop out of college
and go to work for Mr.  Thorn.  He also wasn't going to question this
latest conversation.
   Jack let his mind wander to the student teacher that was starting this
fall.  Theresa Barnes was her name and she oozed sensuality.  Every guy in
college would undoubtedly be hitting on her, but he wanted to get to her
before that happened.  At the present time, she was assisting with the
summer help program...  yet, still managed to work in a beautiful tan.  She
certainly had a body for the beach...  although her breasts could be a bit
larger.
   *****
   Heather smiled at the girl.  She didn't look much older than she was! 
But given her college credentials, she knew that she must be.  She
certainly was lovely and wondered what Mr.  Thorn had in mind for her? 
Heather also noted her small boobies and she couldn't help stifle a giggle.
'Not for long'.  She thought to herself.
   When the intercom buzzed, Heather picked up the phone and
listened...then responded; "Yes sir." Heather turned to the girl and
smiled. "Ms.  Barnes, Mr.  Thorn is ready to see you now." The girl beamed
and stood up, following her into the office.  Heather then went back to the
phone and buzzed the lab.  "Carla...I need you...now."
   "Yesss...I'm on my way." She heard Carla gasp in response.
   The end of chapter one.
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