Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Keywords: mc nc MF FF

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Who Wants To Rule The World?  ( mc, nc, mf, ff )
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002 ( Final Chapters Added January 2003 )
http://www.asstr.org/~farleven/


It was just another Saturday afternoon for Sarah and Jenny.  With their 
classes done for the week they decided to go to the mall for a little 
shopping.  Being in their third year of college had them both very busy 
and both of them liked the small reprieve they got from work and school 
on Saturday.  Being both roommates and friends it was only natural for 
them to go out like this.

Even for their friendship there were differences between the two girls.  
Sarah was far more reserved, even shy, then Jenny who enjoyed a far 
more vigorous approach to life.  Nothing was more telling than their 
bouts of clothes shopping.  

"Come on, Sarah, I know you would look hot in this!" Jenny held up a 
tight shirt and shorts combo.  It was getting to be springtime and 
Jenny was getting ready for the freeing weather.  

"I don't think so." Sarah replied.  She did her best to keep a sweet 
smile as she turned down her roommates latest fashion suggestion.  
Sarah had long since developed a thick skin to Jenny's suggestions.  
She knew her friend tried to mean well, but Sarah just wasn't 
interested in showing herself off that way.  

Jenny just laughed and put the clothes back.  "You can't blame me for 
trying." 

Sarah just shook her head gently, some days it just didn't seem like 
there was much hope for Jenny.  Of course, Sarah knew that her roommate 
was thinking the same things about her.  

Both girls were so absorbed in their own little game that neither 
noticed the man standing near the front of the store.  There wasn't 
anything special about him really, nothing that would stand out to most 
people, but that was the way he liked it.  He watched quietly as Jenny 
and Sara played off against each other, a slight grin crossing his 
face.  He didn't come out much, it wasn't really safe on the outside, 
and he had many agents to work for him so he didn't have to take risks.  
Still, he grew bored at times and needed the pleasant diversions of the 
outside world from time to time.  Even better were the days like today 
when the outside world decided to give him a gift.

Jenny and Sarah finally decided they didn't want anything from the shop 
and strolled out of the shop.  Both were still oblivious to the man 
standing near the door.  At least until Sarah nearly ran right over him 
as he skirted out of the shop.

"Oh, my!" Sarah bellowed as the man fell to the ground.  "I'm so sorry.  
Let me help you."

The man took Sarah's offered hand, savoring the touch of her delicate 
fingers for a moment before pulling himself up.  He didn't really need 
the help but this wasn't the time to turn down a lady, especially one 
as lovely as Sarah.  For all her dislike for showing off her body, she 
was quite a beautiful young woman.  Her features were delicate, her 
figure shapely and she capped it all off with a long head of golden 
hair that seemed to sparkle in the air as it fell around her shoulders.  
This was what had drawn his attention to the two women in the first 
place.  Jenny was attractive as well, but lacked the elfish look of her 
friend.  

"Don't be absurd, I'm the one who needs to watch where I'm going." The 
man replied as he plunged the tip of a small needle on his middle 
finger into Sarah's hand.  Sarah shivered slightly but didn't mention 
the odd sting in her palm.  She was already upset about running into 
him and didn't want to bother him further.

"Well, have a nice day." Jenny interrupted, pulling Sarah out into the 
mall.  There was just something she didn't like about that man and 
wanted to get away as quickly as she could.  Sarah just looked at her 
in wonder for a moment.  As she stood up against the second floor 
railing with Sarah beside her she let out a sigh of relief.  It wasn't 
normal for Jenny to react like that but she didn't feel bad about it 
either.

"I certainly intend to, but then I rarely have a bad day." The man 
finished, stabbing another fingernail-concealed needle into Jenny's 
upper arm.  Jenny flinched and pulled away.


"Okay, fine, now please we have to be going." Jenny said, pulling a 
still rather flustered Sarah along with her.  Jenny kept looking over 
her shoulder to see if the man was still following them and dragged 
Sarah straight out of the mall.

"What was all that about?" Sarah finally asked as they walked out into 
the parking lot.  It wasn't normal for Jenny to act like this, and 
Sarah didn't like it.

"I don't know but I just got the strangest feeling from that guy." 
Jenny replied.  That was all it was too, but she still couldn't get 
over the feeling.  Jenny hadn't ever felt like that about anyone but 
she didn't think that now was the right time to argue with her 
instincts.

Sarah just went with her friends concerns.  Certainly there wasn't any 
harm in leaving now, and if Jenny was worried maybe something was 
wrong.  It was always better to be safe than sorry and Sarah wasn't 
going to challenge that idea today.

The two girls went on their way home and the incident at the mall 
quickly faded from their thoughts.  There were much better things to 
think about and plenty more relaxing to be done before this free day 
was over.


***


Jenny tossed and turned with the fragments of a strange dream.  Her 
mind was filled with images of that strange man from the mall, and with 
Sarah.  Everything was disjointed, a jumble of odd images, and strange 
impulses.  It wasn't quite a nightmare, but Jenny felt lost in a realm 
mixed with reality and the unreal, memories and fiction twisted till 
nothing made sense.  Sounds began to pull her away, lift her out of the 
realm of dreams.  It wasn't long before Jenny could hear cries of 
passion wash away the dreams as she slowly flowed to consciousness.

A cold flush of air across her nipples broke Jenny out of her waking 
trance.  She opened her eyes and looked up to see a girl bent over her 
side and blowing on her breasts.  Jenny began to move and she felt a 
hand on her shoulder holding her steady.  The girl looked to her and 
smiled.  She was rather cute with a pair of brown bookish glasses and a 
bobbed cut to her dark brown hair.  

"Hello, Jenny, I know you have a lot of questions, but there will be 
time for that later.  The Master wishes to see you now, please follow 
me." The girl instructed, pulling away from Jenny and giving her a full 
view of her naked flesh.  

Jenny just laid there for a moment taking in the fact that she found 
herself naked in a strange place being ordered around by an equally 
naked woman who wanted to take Jenny to see some master.  Images of bad 
porn movies flashed through Jenny's mind and she shuddered.  The 
continuing sounds of passion echoing from somewhere close didn't help 
Jenny feel any more comfortable either.  Still, something in the girl’s 
voice or some part of the instructions just gnawed at Jenny.  She found 
her feet sooner than she would have thought and found herself following 
the girl out of the room.

Her surroundings raised another series of worries in Jenny.  The rooms 
seemed built to some odd combination of classical and Arab styles that 
lent a feeling of age and wonder to the entire building.  The room 
where she awoke was lined with pillows and ferns in addition to the low 
bed that she had found on.  The halls she was now passing through were 
lined with ferns and with art.  Jenny glanced at a few of the paintings 
and statues, noting solemnly that each depicted naked women in some 
degree of sexual situation.  

"What's going on?  Why am I here?" Jenny finally collected her wits to 
say.  Somehow she found it difficult to form the words even though 
these were just the first things she wanted to say.  What she really 
wanted to know was why she was naked and unable to stop following this 
girl to the sounds of sexual passions just ahead.

"We will talk later." The girl replied simply, though warmly.  Jenny 
did get the sense that the girl wanted to help, but that larger 
obligations prevented her from doing more then she already had.  

Jenny wanted to ask more, and more forcefully, but the girls reply sent 
a strange block to her voice.  The girl didn't want to talk now, and 
for some reason that left Jenny unable to pursue her own questions.  
She didn't understand it, but it was little different then the force 
driving her to follow this naked girl.  

Finally, the sounds were growing louder, and were clearly only feet 
away.  It was now that Jenny felt another shiver down her spine as she 
heard not just the feminine moans but a familiar soft voice crying out 
as well.

"No, please, oh god, oh god, please stop." whimpered the voice, laced 
not with fear or anger but pure untamed lust lilting every word between 
passionate pants.  Behind it all was the steady sound of flesh meeting 
flesh in clear sexual rhythm punctuated by the fluid sounds of fucking.

Jenny rounded the final corner a moment later and saw something she 
could not believe.  Just a few feet before her was Sarah, completely 
naked on her back with her legs wrapped around the ass of a man.  Jenny 
watched as Sarah moaned and writhed under the man, her hips humping 
against his thrusts while her steaming pussy slurped with every filling 
push.  Her golden haired pussy was blushed with arousal and spread 
widely by the man's thick cock, which sparkled with Sarah's juices as 
it pumped into her.  There wasn't the slightest sign of resistance from 
Sarah except for her soft whimpers to stop between her grunts and 
moans.

"Master, I've brought Jenny as you asked." The girl stated as she stood 
beside the bed.  Jenny was trembling now, unable to move away, even 
though she feared what would come next as she watched Sarah buck 
against the man's thrusts.  Even so she couldn't turn her eyes away 
from the scene, especially the sight of her friend’s pussy lips wrapped 
tightly around the man's shaft.  Jenny couldn't help but wonder how 
good it would feel to have her own pussy so fully stuffed and felt her 
own passage begin to warm.

Without a pause to his primal rhythm the man looked up at the girl and 
smiled.  It was the same man that Jenny and Sarah had ran over at the 
mall.  "Very good, Holli, do I have any other business today?"

"Yes Master, Wendy is ready for your final inspection before she's 
sold.  The auction house would like to see her there tonight if 
possible, they have a couple of big spenders lined up who are rather 
impatient." Holli answered as if she was simply reciting the latest 
weather forecast while the man ravished Sarah right before her.  Sarah 
was no longer whimpering for him to stop now, but was nuzzling his neck 
and lighting feathery kisses wherever her lips touched his flesh.  All 
this while she continued to hump back against his thrusts.

"I assume that she passed all the performance tests then." The man 
replied as he continued to ram into Sarah's pussy.  Jenny flinched at 
the sounds of sex coming from her friend, and her own growing arousal.  
This was all horribly wrong, but Jenny couldn't turn away much less 
leave, and everything she saw only reinforced her own building passion.

"Indeed Master, with especially high marks in her vaginal control and 
strength, she will make a very good pussy slave.  Her breasts have also 
been augmented as you instructed and her mouth has been modified for 
more comfortable oral servicing.  Her programming has also been 
finished, all you have to do is assign her new owner when ready, her 
original personality is fully suppressed." Holli continued.

Again Jenny shivered with horror at the accounting of a girl being 
turned into some kind of slave.  She didn't even want to consider that 
she seemed destined for the same path or that her pussy quivered at the 
thought of such a fate.

"Wonderful, please bring her by in a bit if you have time, I think it 
will be informative to my new guests, isn't that right, Sarah?" The man 
asked as he continued to hump into Sarah's writhing flesh.

"No, please uh, please don't do uh , this to me!" Sarah whimpered as 
she humped back against the invading shaft.  Her entire body was on 
fire, burning with passion that she couldn't control.  Sarah had woken 
up as the man was fondling her breasts, and it was mere moments before 
she found herself spreading her legs for him so he could mount her.  
She didn't know what had happened to her, only that she seemed unable 
to control herself as she wildly fucked him.  All she could do was 
whimper her objections as she pumped her pussy back at his thrusts and 
squeezed herself around the invader as hard as she could.  She didn't 
want this, but it felt incredible to have her legs wrapped around the 
man's hips as he plunged into her open gates.  Her pussy had never been 
so hot or so stuffed and even her objections were half-hearted as she 
lifted her hips to meet every wondrous thrust into her depths.  

"Alright, Master, I know you will enjoy yourself in my absence." Holli 
finished, bowed slightly and walked out past Jenny with a sexy little 
gait.  

The man just smiled and turned his attention down to Sarah again.  As 
Jenny watched he bent down and kissed Sarah on the lips.  Sarah 
instantly kissed him back with all the passion she could while he 
ravished her body.  Jenny could only stand there and watch as she felt 
her own pussy begin to leak juices down her inner thighs.  Somehow she 
knew she would be next and couldn't help but ready her body to accept 
his shaft.

The man pulled away from Sarah's lips with a soft slurp and then began 
pounding into her even harder.  Jenny was transfixed by the sight of 
Sarah's lower lips as they were sucked in and out by the rapid thrusts.  
Sarah's whimpering pleas faded into pure moans of ecstasy.  Then as 
suddenly as he had sped up, the man stopped, his shaft fully impaled 
inside Sarah's passage as she exploded in orgasm.

"Ohhh GooooOOODDD!!!" Sarah screamed as she felt the huge shaft within 
her begin to pulse and fill her depths with his seed.  Sara was no 
virgin, but she had never felt a man's seed flow into her unprotected 
pussy before.  The torrent of passion that had been consuming her 
suddenly engulfed her entire being as the first blast from his shaft 
hit her.  Never before had she felt something this intense, and all she 
could do was hold him to her as she accepted his seed and rippled with 
pleasure.  Somehow she knew she wasn't going to be impregnated, and 
found the idea of having a man's seed inside her wonderfully 
fulfilling.

The man rested atop the shuddering girl for a few moments before 
pulling off.  Jenny watched as Sarah's hips lifted with his, trying to 
keep him inside for every moment possible.  Finally he was free, and 
Jenny could only gasp as she took in the sight of his shaft still 
hardened sparkling with Sarah's juices.  Her own pussy clenched at the 
sight and Jenny had to fight back thoughts of how wonderful it would be 
to have such a cock filling her up.  Her eyes drifted down to Sarah's 
cum splattered folds and found herself hoping that her pussy would look 
like that soon.
Sarah slowly came back down from her orgasmic heights to find her legs 
still spread lewdly with her pussy leaking the juices from her recent 
ravishing.  She looked up to see Jenny standing beside the bed and a 
wave of embarrassment rolled across Sarah.  She pulled herself up till 
she was sitting against a wall, but she couldn't summon the will to 
close her legs.  Something inside her kept her from doing that, the 
same need that had driven her completely until now.

"You enjoyed that didn't you, dear Sarah?" The man asked, pulled 
himself up to Sarah and cupping one of her breasts.  He squeezed it 
gently, bringing a gasp from Sarah.

"No!" Sarah whimpered.  It wasn't true, she wanted it to be true but in 
reality she had loved it from almost the first moment he was inside 
her.  For some reason the dishonesty burned into her.  Sarah didn't 
know why but the idea of lying to this man who had just raped her 
filled her with a gut wrenching guilt.  It took mere moments for her 
resistance to collapse and she blurted out the truth.  

"Oh, yes, okay, I loved having your big hard dick stretching my pussy 
and fucking me better than I've ever been fucked before."  Sarah winced 
at her own words.  "What am I saying?"

"Only the truth, my dear.  The price for disobedience is high, and even 
your own flesh will punish you when necessary.  Every time you fight 
me, you will lose a bit of yourself, remember that, and take this as 
your first lesson." The man answered.  Sarah suddenly shuddered for a 
moment and then turned to him and looked into his eyes with a wicked 
smile.

Sarah looked suddenly distraught, more so than she had only moments 
before.  She closed her eyes and shook her head gently, trying to clear 
the strange new thoughts from her mind.  Her pussy felt uncomfortably 
empty, it had been so wonderfully full only moments before and now all 
that remained was her juices and his wonderful seed.  Sarah was 
surprised that she wanted his nice thick cock up inside her again as 
soon as she could get it.

"Uh, sir, would you uh please, um use me again?" Sarah asked in the 
tone of a beggar.  She couldn't believe it, but she wanted to be fucked 
again.  She knew she had just been raped, that her friend had watched 
her and was watching her now, but it had all felt so good.  The part of 
her that had wanted to deny her enjoyment was silent, and only the cry 
of satisfaction from between her legs echoed in her mind.  There was 
still shame, not of the sex itself but of being naked, fondled and 
played with like some toy. 

Jenny suddenly found her voice again.  "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing, she did it to herself by telling me a lie about her feelings.  
Sarah has removed the part of herself that made her lie to me, so now 
she is completely honest about how much she enjoys fucking." The man 
replied, his hand rolling Sarah's soft breast tenderly.

"Really?" Sarah asked in awe.  She thought back to her actions only 
moments before and just lost herself in thought as she realized he was 
telling the truth.  She really had lied about liking the sex she'd just 
had, but she could no longer understand her reasoning for doing so.  
She still didn't like the circumstances, but the memory of her 
wonderful ravishing left her shivering with pleasure.  Sarah did glean 
one thing from this though, that this man had some kind of power over 
her mind, and could alter her thoughts at will.  This filled her with a 
new terror as she wrestled with the changes he had just made to her.

Jenny just stood there and listened to Sarah in shock.  This man was 
terribly dangerous, and had seemingly already claimed her and Sarah for 
his purposes.  She shivered again, and wondered just how much longer 
she would be standing beside his bed rather than laying on it.  Her 
pussy was already dripping in anticipation of the event, and Jenny 
could feel her nipples pointed straight out as well, attesting to her 
arousal.  There seemed nothing she could do other than stare at his 
shaft or Sarah's cum soaked pussy and wistfully think of how 
pleasurable it would be to join them.  Jenny tried to fight down the 
thoughts, but his demonstration of what resistance brought scared her 
almost as much as giving in did.

"Yes my dear, and now you will fuck me anytime I want, isn't that 
right?" The man asked still playing with his new pet.

"Yes, sir." Sarah whispered, not feeling the need to lie even though 
she blushed deeply at the admission.  She reddened more as she asked 
her own question.  "Can we right now?  Please?"

"Such a tempting offer, but I have neglected poor Jenny for too long, 
haven't I?" The man looked over to Jenny with a wicked smile.  "Please 
Jenny, come on up and sit beside me so I can explore you more easily."

Jenny stood still for only a moment, her attempt to marshal resistance 
fell away almost as quickly as it began.  Somehow she just couldn't 
fight his command and found herself pulling up and onto the bed till 
she was sitting beside him.  

"Let us go!  I don't want any part of your sick little plans!" Jenny 
barked as she thrust out her chest and spread her legs just a bit as 
she rested her back against the wall.  It was still a struggle for her 
to speak, finding the words was easy but something inside her dulled 
her resolve when she opened her mouth.  The same force had her opening 
her body for his exploration, even as Jenny tried to fight back.

"Interesting, lovely and strong willed.  I am pleased, Jenny, though I 
hope you've learned from Sarah's lesson the price of fighting me too 
fiercely." The man replied as he ran his hands over Jenny's smooth 
skin.  Jenny whimpered as she fought off the pleasure that his touch 
brought even as her body opened itself fully to his wandering hands.  

"You will make a fine addition my dear, just as I had hoped.  We may 
have to do something about these breasts of yours though."  The man 
commented as he cupped both of Jenny's plump little orbs.  "I do enjoy 
them larger, though they do match you well.  I will have to think about 
it."

His comments pulled Jenny back from the sudden pleasure filled haze she 
had descended to when he cupped her breasts.  Again she was able to 
summon up the outrage to overcome the dulling force within her.  

"I'm not some kind of toy!" Jenny squealed as she pressed her chest 
into his hands.  His touch felt so wonderful, and she found it 
increasingly difficult to fight down the pleasure.  Having both of her 
tender orbs in the hands of some strange demented man would normally 
have had her screaming and running.  Now, however Jenny found herself 
savoring the way his thick finger sank into her soft mounds and 
secretly hoping that he wouldn't forget to play with her nipples while 
he was there.

"Oh, of course not, Jenny." The man smiled as he pulled away from Jenny 
and laid himself on his back beside her.  He watched as she stared 
hungrily at his stiff cock as it stood above his crotch.  One look at 
the sparkling dampness of her pussy left no doubt how her body was 
reacting.  "Now would you be so kind as to mount yourself on me, I do 
have other business to attend to today."

"No way!" Jenny objected, but even as she spoke she felt herself 
stirring.  Her pussy's ache to be filled flared back fully as Jenny 
moved to straddle the man's waist.  Jenny's hand slipped below her and 
she felt herself wrap her fingers around his hardened shaft and felt 
the slickness of Sarah's juices still on him.  Her mind reeled at the 
thought of his virility, she found herself thankful that she would be 
used by a man who could ravish Sarah and only moments later be ready to 
ravish her as well.  Jenny tried again to resist these disturbing 
thoughts as she lowered her hips and her hand began to search for her 
entrance with his tool.  As she felt her outer lips parting for his 
shaft another rush of resolve flowed through her and she could speak 
again.

"Please let me go!  I won't tell anybody!" Jenny bellowed as she ran 
the bulbous end of his shaft through her sopping folds to fully 
lubricate his shaft before letting it enter.  She tried to fight with 
every ounce of her being but the desire to have this cock splitting 
open her pussy overwhelmed her.  She kept at it until he was slick 
enough and she finally guided the head of his shaft to her gateway.  
Jenny was nearly delirious with need now and she shifted her hips 
slightly and gasped as she felt his blunt tip slip inside her and 
reveled in even this minor penetration.  Then Jenny placed both hands 
on his chest and pressed down.  She moaned openly as she felt her pussy 
spreading to accept him.  Jenny had never taken a man so large before, 
but her pussy had been relaxing from the first moment she had seen this 
wonderful cock.  It was still a tight fit, but one that was comfortably 
tight, Jenny found herself thinking as she felt her pussy lips press 
into the base of his cock.  Her entire body shuddered as she sat there 
with his cock filling her all the way to the deepest reaches of her 
womanhood.  She tried again to summon up the strength to voice her 
objects, but the feeling of such wonder inside her broke down Jenny's 
ability to form anything but moans of pleasure from her lips.

Sarah watched in stunned silence as her friend impaled herself.  Jenny 
had never shied away from sex, but neither would she be controlled so 
easily.  Sarah knew this was another part of the man's hold on them.  
She hadn't been able to fight off his advances either, aside from 
pleading with him to stop.  The most disturbing thing for Sarah was the 
sudden twinge of jealousy she felt as she watched Jenny's pussy lips 
part and then stretch around his shaft.  Sarah wanted to be fucked, not 
to have to watch it, and her pussy clenched in agreement.  That thought 
stunned Sarah, not her desire for fucking but being jealous of Jenny 
when her friend didn't want to be so wonderfully impaled.  Sarah fought 
to look away from her friend’s crotch as she tried to sort out these 
strange new thoughts.  Of all things, she didn't want to be upset with 
Jenny right now, not when this man more rightfully deserved every ounce 
of anger she could muster.  Still, all Sarah could think of when she 
looked at him was how nice it would be to take Jenny's place and have 
her pussy filled to the brim again with his wonderful cock.

The man groaned in his own satisfaction as Jenny began rippling her 
pussy around him.  He wondered idly just how much she'd practiced that 
technique before he reached up and took hold of both of her ripe 
melons.  Jenny moaned openly again as he squeezed her flesh.  He just 
smiled, he didn't lack access to fine samples of femininity, but there 
was always something to a new catch that thrilled him.  Not only were 
they beautiful, but they could be both naive and experienced at the 
same time.  In this case he could see the amazement in Jenny's eyes.  
She knew what was happening, knew just how she was being treated, but 
yet she had been engulfed by her need to serve him and was finding 
every moment more pleasurable then any other experience in her life.  
This was the part he enjoyed most, and depending on how savvy a girl 
was she could provide this kind of entertainment for long periods of 
time.  He continued to tweak Jenny's tense little nipple and turned to 
look at Sarah.  "Sarah, why don't you crawl around and get a view of 
how Jenny's pussy looks like from behind with my cock inside her?"

Sarah felt the urge to obey him, but it wasn't the same as before.  
Only minutes before his mere look or touch was enough to get her to 
roll over and spread her legs without resistance.  But now Sarah felt 
like she could resist, that she didn't have to accede to his 
suggestion.  It was just that, a suggestion.  Sarah felt like she had a 
choice, she wasn't sure that she actually did have the ability to 
resist him but she felt like she could.  Still, she was curious, and 
honestly so.  Sarah was very reserved, but she was still human, and 
couldn't help but wonder just what it looked like.  In truth, she 
hadn't been able to take her eyes off his crotch since he'd pulled out 
of her, and had savored the sight of Jenny impaling her pussy on him.  
These circumstances were so bizarre that Sarah was freed from much of 
her self-imposed restraint.  Even if it wasn't completely true, Sarah 
told herself that she had to obey his commands as she rolled around and 
began crawling to the other side of the bed.

The man watched Sarah's plump cheeks as she crawled in front of him.  
He smiled as he looked over her still cum covered pussy, she had been a 
wonderful fuck, and he'd enjoy her plenty more in the future.  With 
Sarah taken care of for the moment he turned his attention fully to the 
lovely girl who was so nicely impaled on his shaft.  "Jenny, why don't 
you start fucking me a little so Sarah gets a nice show back there?"

Jenny instantly started fucking him.  From almost the instant she'd 
came to rest with him inside her, the urge to pump herself on top of 
him was overwhelming.  The feeling of his cock moving inside her was 
incredible, better than she would have ever believed.  The fact that 
Sarah was behind Jenny now for the single purpose of watching his cock 
sliding in and out of her cunt embarrassed her, but not nearly as much 
as the moans of abject pleasure that were coming from her lips as she 
impaled herself repeatedly on his shaft.  Even in the midst of 
everything else, Jenny remembered that Sarah had been making these same 
sounds only minutes before.  It didn't help lessen the shame, but it 
did help Jenny admit that she had no choice but to love it, no matter 
how much she might want to hate what he was doing to her.

Sarah idly wondered if her pussy looked like Jenny's when she'd been 
fucked.  It looked so natural, Jenny's lower lips wrapping themselves 
tightly around the invader as it sought its proper place in her depths.  
Sarah recognized just how different these thoughts were from what they 
should have been.  It didn't matter, all she hoped was that her pussy 
looked that beautiful when it was filled with his cock.  That, and the 
hope that it wouldn't be long before she'd have that pleasure again.

"Are you enjoying the show, Sarah?" The man asked as he enjoyed Jenny's 
performance.  He could still see the twinkle in her eyes that told him 
she was still in disbelief at her current behavior.  A wide smile 
crossed his lips as he enjoyed having her tight pussy sucking him in 
with every drop of her hips.  

"Yes, sir." Came Sarah's soft reply.  Admitting to her new feelings was 
still a struggle for her.  She didn't want to face punishment again, 
but it was horribly embarrassing to have to admit to enjoying any of 
this.  

The man chuckled at that.  Sarah was going to make for fine 
entertainment in the coming days.  She'd already learned her lesson, 
but she'd paid the price too.  Now she had a new foreign desire that 
could not be fought, but Sarah would still see her actions through her 
old sense of propriety.  With that thought he looked up at the moaning 
beauty still riding him and wondered just how much entertainment he'd 
be getting from her.  She was strong willed, but that could just be 
bravado as it was for many earlier catches.  If it was, then she would 
succumb to her true nature quickly and let herself be dominated.  He 
hoped it wasn't though, since the truly spirited catches were the most 
enjoyable of all.

All the while, Jenny fucked him in earnest.  She envied Sarah's 
ravishing, at least there he had done most of the work.  The man seemed 
perfectly content to let Jenny do all the work and simply enjoy her.  
Even so, Jenny found herself enjoying the ride immensely, more so than 
she would ever have imagined.  As she pumped herself on top of him, she 
found her thoughts drifting towards their release, and Jenny began to 
anticipate her own insemination.  Sarah had so obviously loved that 
moment, and Jenny had secretly wondered what it felt like to feel a 
man's seed inside her depths.  In all her adventures she'd always used 
condoms for her own protection, but now that wasn't an issue and left 
open that interesting door.

Jenny's performance was exquisite, but then he had expected nothing 
less.  His own stamina was being well tested, but he could feel his 
release coming.  With that he grabbed onto Jenny's hips and held her 
body still.  She looked into his eyes in sudden awe as she felt the 
huge cock inside her pulse with his release.  As the first drop of his 
seed struck her depths Jenny felt the welled up passion inside her 
break free.  She fell atop his chest, her breasts pressing into his and 
she found his lips with hers.  Jenny kissed him furiously as her pussy 
was filled with his seed.  Her entire body shook with her orgasm as she 
milked every drop of cum from his cock.  

He let her rest atop him with his shaft inside for several minutes, 
much as he had with Sarah.  He had enjoyed both girls, but now he had 
to get back to his other duties.  In truth it had been a rather 
standard breaking in of new girls, though he had rarely had the 
opportunity to enjoy two so closely together.  They weren't going 
anywhere either, that was for certain, and Holli had to continue their 
processing anyway.  There would be plenty of time for more fun later.  
With little effort, he pushed Jenny off of him.  In truth, she slid off 
on her own, instinctively recognizing that he wanted her off and 
accommodating his will.  

As she pulled off of him, Jenny felt a twinge of regret at letting him 
slip out of her.  She'd never had such an amazing experience, even if 
it was all forced upon her.  Her pussy felt stretched, abused, and 
wonderfully full of his seed.  Like Sarah, Jenny knew somehow that she 
wasn't going to get pregnant right now and that let her fully enjoy the 
warm feeling of a man's seed inside her.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Jenny?" He asked.  It was purely routine, her 
still shivering body and wide smile attested to how much her flesh had 
enjoyed his handling.  The only question was whether Jenny would have 
the courage or wisdom to admit the truth.  Of course it was always 
possible that she would openly choose to defy him so that she could 
speed the process of her complete enslavement.

Jenny took a moment to compose her thoughts.  It had been a wonderful 
experience, aside from the circumstances.  Knowing the price of lying 
left Jenny with no serious options and she had no intention of making 
Sarah's mistake.  She might have enjoyed fucking herself on his cock 
but she didn't want to have the same uncontrollable desires that Sarah 
had now.

"I guess so." She whispered just loudly enough for all to hear.  Jenny 
didn't want to appear overly enthusiastic, nor could she lie, so she 
did what she could.  Of the choices it seemed the best one.

"I see, well then I will have to consider your fate more carefully." He 
said as he pulled on a robe.  He laughed as he watched both girls frown 
slightly as he hid his cock from view, they were coming along nicely.  
"I have much other business to attend to and Holli has some 
preparations to make for you as well.  While you wait for her, it would 
be rude not to be cleaned up.  Please be so kind as to lick out both of 
your pussies before Holli gets here.  I wouldn't want to see you need 
more punishment on such a nice day."

Jenny and Sarah both gasped in shock as his words sank in.  Neither was 
sure what to say, and a quick shared glance left both girls aware of 
the other's feelings.  Neither girl wanted to do this, not now if ever, 
but the thought of punishment, and just what strange thoughts would be 
forced upon them left each girl without a clear good choice.

"Well, I'll let you decide, Holli should be here in an hour or so.  
Enjoy yourselves." He said, then walked out of the room.  He was 
curious just how this would turn out, but he didn't have time to wait 
and there would be plenty of time to enjoy a reenactment later.

With the man out of the room, Sarah and Jenny exchanged another long 
look before they choose to move.  

"Um, do you mind if we?" Sarah asked, surprising them both with her 
boldness.  She'd already gone through one mind altering experience and 
didn't want to go through another.  It didn't hurt any that she was 
curious about lesbianism either, and if ever there was the time to 
experiment this was it.

Jenny thought about it for a moment, it certainly couldn't be any worse 
than anything else that had been done to her today.  With no more 
fanfare she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for Sarah, giving 
full access to her cum soaked pussy.  Jenny didn't know how this would 
go, or how she could manage to do the same for Sarah, but that would 
have to wait.  For now it was one thing at a time, and Sarah would have 
the first go.

Sarah crawled up between Jenny's legs without a word.  Neither really 
wanted to discussion about what was about to happen.  Sarah bent in and 
took her first lick.  She shivered a bit at the odd tastes before 
swallowing it down.  It tasted strange but not objectionable to Sarah's 
tongue and she silently figured it was an acquired taste.  Sarah could 
hardly believe what had happened to her so far today.  As she went back 
down for the second lick of her friend’s pussy, she both dreaded and 
looked forward to the mysteries ahead.

***


"This one you're not going to believe." Mel Fisher commented as she 
dropped a file on her partner’s desk.

"What is it this time?" Marcus Shon replied, opening up the file.  The 
first thing he saw was the snapshot of a young woman, he pulled it up 
and looked at it.  "Cute girl, so what happened to her?"

"I think you have to see this to believe it." Mel answered.  

Marcus got up and went to place the photo back in the file when Mel 
interrupted him. 

"Put it back later, you'll want to have it." Mel said.

"Alright." Marcus replied.  He had known his partner too long to doubt 
her judgement anymore.  There had been moments in the past, but that 
was long ago.  

Mel turned and walked out of their office, off towards the holding 
cells.  Marcus followed close behind, and took this rare opportunity to 
appreciate his partner.  As much as he wanted to be professional, Mel 
was a lovely woman, and he had to fight his own instincts to keep from 
ogling her.  It wasn't that she was an excellent officer, Marcus 
respected her and trusted her more than any other person he'd ever 
known.  Unfortunately, she was hot too, nicely curved and she kept her 
hair neatly at shoulder length.  It would take a man of steel with a 
wife and kids to have a chance at ignoring her charms, and Marcus was 
anything but.

Mel knew all of this of course, and forgave him.  It was the curse of 
being a beautiful woman, that even men who did respect you as a person 
had to fight to keep from ogling your body.  She'd thought about 
indulging some of her partner’s fantasies from time to time, but her 
own professionalism always won out.  In the Special Affairs Bureau 
fraternization wasn't exactly frowned upon, mostly because there wasn't 
anyone here that wasn't a true equal with the rest.  There also wasn't 
any rank aside from the Director, the job of SAB was far more important 
than these kinds of things.  The fact that agents weren't supposed to 
have outside relationships didn't leave many options either.

SAB, or the Bureau, was the last refuge for law enforcement.  Their job 
was to take on the criminals that defied normal classification, that 
and deal with anything that the general public wasn't supposed to be 
made aware of.  It wasn't an easy job, the criminals being hunted were 
the best and the most ruthless, and far beyond anything that ordinary 
legal authorities could deal with due to their inherent limitations.  
Part of the Bureau’s charm was that it wasn't tied to any specific 
nation, though most supported its operations behind the scenes.  

Marcus had seen many things in his time with the Bureau but he could 
hardly have prepared himself for what he saw as he looked in on the 
holding cell that Mel had brought them to.  Inside was a young woman, 
who looked something like the one in the photo he'd just seen, but she 
was clearly older now, among other things.  She was also completely 
naked, lying on the cell's bed furiously masturbating.  The real shock 
to Marcus was the body this girl had.  His eyes were instantly drawn to 
her chest.  Two perfect orbs jutted out from her chest, each a precise 
half-sphere slightly larger than a grapefruit and topped with a taught 
nipple rising precisely from the center.  Even as she writhed wildly on 
her back, her breasts neither sagged or bounced, but somehow still 
looked perfectly natural.  Her entire body was completely hairless, 
aside from a mane of long brown hair that flowed almost to her waist.  
The girl's pussy was the last thing Marcus took note of, and it too was 
unlike anything he'd seen.  Her outer lips were completely naked, and 
much larger than normal.  The true oddity was her clit, it rose from 
the top of her slit as a huge bulb, and Marcus could imagine just how 
sensitive it was from the girl's quaking body.

"She was discovered during a normal slave ring bust in Chicago a few 
hours ago.  We had her shipped up here immediately once we saw the tell 
tale signs of nanotech modification.  Her name is, or at least was 
Wendy Braumer.  She doesn't respond to it now, though she is rather 
talkative when she was interviewed.  That and she tried to rape all of 
the attending agents, myself included." Mel explained as she watched 
the girl.  Even her disgust at the transformation of this girl, 
couldn't suppress the awe Mel felt at the sight.  Mel had a flare of 
bisexuality in her and this girl was a testament to sex.  She hadn't 
been alone in desiring the girl either, though none of the agents were 
willing to take advantage of her.

"I take it she didn't see much need for clothing either." Marcus 
commented dryly, unable to pull his eyes from the scene before him.  
Nanotech wasn't something the wider world had been told of yet, and 
only a few people in the world had the capabilities to use it on this 
scale.  Marcus could count them on one hand.  The number of agents sent 
to get them and never returned was another matter entirely.  These 
people were dangerous, and clearly they'd taken their power tripping to 
a new level.  

"Nope, she ripped off anything we tried to put on her, not that she was 
angry about it.  She thanked us rather merrily but said it was criminal 
to hide her flesh from the eyes of her master's associates without his 
permission." Mel spat back.  Obviously the girl had been totally mind 
fucked in addition to her obvious physical conditioning.  There was 
nothing Mel hated more than mind controllers, and she'd had her 
opportunities to meet more than a few of the most notorious.  She just 
thanked fate that she'd always stayed out of their clutches.  The 
Bureau had many resources at its disposal, but tampering with a 
person’s mind was almost always permanent.

"Anything special about the slavers?" Marcus asked.  Underground 
slavers weren't uncommon throughout the world.  The times had become 
pretty rough across the US as well, making it easier both to catch new 
slaves and bribe low paid police to look the other way.  This kind of 
modification on a domestic slave was something new, and clearly 
dangerous.  Marcus seriously doubted the poor girl would know anything 
useful for the investigation, especially with that kind of mind 
fucking.  Even if she did, she probably wouldn't want to tell them 
anyway, thanks to her brain washing.

"Nope, they were just movers, taking her to her buyer in Europe.  I did 
do some checking on her case though." Mel replied.  Movers were paid to 
be ignorant, they knew the business and the risks.  They would pick up 
a shipment of slaves and haul them to a destination, no names, nothing 
special.  The drop off points were always peculiar, but with 
unobservable access ways.  The whole process had made dealing with 
slavers that much harder since catching the movers didn't do anything 
to help bust a ring.  

"She had a case?" Marcus asked.  Usually slaves were just lower class 
runaways or otherwise forgotten people.  The kind of people police 
ignore and leave to rot rather than risk themselves helping.  The odds 
of having a case for these kinds of disappearances was very rare.

"Yep, she was a freshmen at Illinois State nine months ago.  She made a 
few strange phone calls telling her family and friends she was going 
off to live with some communal group and then disappeared.  Her family 
was rather well off and they pressured the local police and FBI to look 
into it.  The group didn't exist of course, and neither did any of the 
addresses Wendy gave anyone.  The case dead ended there, until she 
popped up today." Mel explained.  It certainly wasn't normal, but then 
nothing that made it to the Bureau was ever simple.  

"Any other matches to this kind of disappearance?" The Bureau 's 
records were extensive and all contained within a massive database.  As 
soon as Wendy had turned up her old case file was pulled up and any 
similarities to other outstanding cases would be checked.  

"A frighteningly large number, and all with the same cult group name.  
The geographic and time results are all being charted now for patterns.  
The latest match was just last night.  Two girls disappeared from the 
University of Nebraska after letting all their friends and family know 
they were running off to this group.  It hasn't become a full fledged 
case since it's so recent, but the name match flagged it off the 
missing persons reports." Mel answered.  The problem with computers was 
that they only gave the answer to questions that it was programmed to 
answer.  The Bureau 's file database was unique, and until Wendy had 
popped up, nothing had given them reason to ask for such a correlation.

"Alright, you keep filtering the records and I'll go check with the 
tech department.  There must be some clues to link this back to the 
specific nano factory." Marcus was always the tech tracker, it was his 
gift, one of the few he still enjoyed.  Just like painters or writers, 
engineers had their own unique style that was crafted into every thing 
they designed.  Marcus had a knack for seeing these fingerprints, and 
associating the work back to the source.  Nano tech was still a small 
field, and one that the Bureau paid special attention to and that left 
Marcus intimately aware of the major players.  With any luck Wendy 
would have enough residual nanos left inside her to get a sample that 
Marcus could use to narrow the list of suspects.

"Good, we have two fresh victims to help if we can.  Let me know as 
soon as you find anything." Mel agreed, and quickly trotted off to 
continue her own work.  Every hour spent was one more that Jenny and 
Sarah fell further from rescue, and closer to joining the fate of the 
lust crazed woman on the other side of the glass from Mel.  She was 
determined not to let that happen, and that meant every moment was 
precious until the girls were found.

***


A rush of cold air across her chest woke Jenny from another slumber.  
After the man had left, Jenny and Sarah had each cleaned the other out, 
though Jenny had to fight down her revulsion at tonguing her friend's 
sticky slit.  They'd waited patiently for Holli to return as they'd 
been told she would, but after a while they both drifted off to sleep 
on opposite sides of the bed.  Neither was incredibly comfortable with 
the other after their shared humiliation and intimacy, and few words 
were spoken till they drifted off.  They both rested, but strange 
dreams flowed through them, and though neither girl could remember, 
they each had shivers just from the thought of them.

"Hello again, girls."  Holli smiled.  She was still naked, aside from 
her glasses, and standing off to the side of the bed.  "I'm sorry I was 
so late, but I had more important duties to attend to.  Unfortunately, 
that doesn't leave me much time right now, but I will answer whatever 
questions you have before we have to be moving again."

Jenny lifted out of her waking haze fastest and sifted out her most 
important questions.  "What is going on?  Why are we here?"

Holli grinned and sat down on the side of the bed.  "That's simple, you 
two caught Master's attention when he was out and he acquired you.  You 
are here to provide entertainment for him and I think you're already 
well aware of how he intends to use you.  Your first time is always 
under his full control, just so you know how much power he has, and how 
good he can make you feel.  After that you can choose to resist, 
sometimes he will allow it and sometimes he will punish you.  
Punishment is always the same, making you want the very thing you 
resisted, you can recognize that it isn't how you should feel but you 
won't want to feel differently."

"So he wants us as some kind of sex slaves?" Jenny continued.  It was 
just too much to believe, but her memories of her last encounter with 
him didn't give her reason to doubt it.  She winced as she thought 
about what she'd been made to do, and wondered how she could choose not 
to resist such degradation even if it was the only thing that would 
keep her from having her mind messed with like Sarah's had.

"Yes, and you will serve him one way or the other.  You'll get used to 
it, or you'll be made to love it.  Eventually he may tire of you and 
then you'll be sold to the highest bidder or given away.  Whether you 
like it or not this is your life from now on." Holli continued.  She 
leaned back a bit and spread her legs, talking about this always made 
her very horny.  Holli reached between her thighs and quickly found the 
small outer hook of her walking dildo.  She gasped openly as she pulled 
it out and began slowly fucking herself with it.  "Please excuse me, 
but all the talk of sex slaves really gets me horny and I need to 
indulge myself.  I know how weird all of this must be for you but 
that's how it is here."

Jenny just sat on the bed awestruck as Holli fucked herself as if it 
was perfectly normal to do such things openly.  "Doesn't any of this 
bother you?"

"When I think about it hard, I know that it should, but Master has 
removed all of my reservations so I can be a good assistant.  I've been 
here for almost five years now, and I've been his assistant for the 
last three.  It is strange, but I can't think of any other life for 
myself than watching over his harem and getting to feel his nice big 
cock fuck me when I do a good job." Holli answered.  She parted her 
legs some more to get better access and pumped herself even harder.  
She had a life before Master had claimed her, but Holli never really 
though about it much anymore except at times like this.  In a word she 
had been a librarian, and aside from that word, Holli didn't choose to 
further explore the dull life she led before being claimed.

"Oh, please don't say that." Sarah moaned.  Her own pussy was aching 
with need.  It had been too long since it had been wrapped around his 
shaft and Holli's talk of being fucked just reinforced the need that 
Sarah was feeling.  Sarah considered masturbating, but she somehow knew 
that only something hard and thick up her pussy would satisfy her 
craving.  It was an irresistible craving and she felt her pussy just 
drool as she watched Holli using a dildo on her own sopping pussy.

Holli turned to look at Sarah.  She smiled at the girls flushed body, 
obviously Sarah was ready to be fucked by Master like a good slave.  
Holli knew her Master enjoyed playing with shy girls, and Sarah looked 
like an excellent toy for him.  

"What?  You want me to deny just how wonderful it feels to have 
Master's cock stretching my pussy with long hard thrusts?" Holli asked, 
her tone honest.  She wasn't mocking Sarah, rather she was trying to 
bring Sarah to the brink of asking for what she needed.  Sarah's need 
would only eat at her sanity unless it was satiated, and there were 
ways aside from a good fucking to do that.  Sarah needed to know them 
since Master enjoyed his toys at his whim, not theirs.  Finally, 
forcing slaves to ask for their own humiliation was one of Master's 
favorite hobbies, and one that he'd imprinted into Holli once she 
started managing his harem.

Sarah moaned, spreading her legs instinctively as thoughts of being 
ravished again coursed through her mind.  It had been so wonderful, and 
now there was only a painful emptiness between her legs.  Sarah blushed 
at her actions, knowing just how lewdly she was displaying her need, 
but she couldn't control herself either.  

"You resisted him didn't you?  Lied to his first question?  I know just 
how much it hurts right now for you, I did the same thing after he 
claimed me.  That yearning will be with you from now on, but there is a 
way to deal with it when Master isn't ready to use you." Holli 
explained as she eyed the quivering girl before her.  She really did 
sympathize with Sarah's plight.  Holli had lied to him after he'd 
claimed her, and though his methods were far cruder back then, the 
result had been the same.  Holli stopped fucking herself for a moment 
and pulled the dildo fully from her pussy.  She regretted doing so, but 
she would be able to get another and Sarah would need the toy right 
away.

"Please, please tell me.  I feel so empty." Sarah cried.  She felt so 
utterly out of control that it scared her.  It was even worse then 
earlier since she had the full opportunity to consider her behavior 
without his intoxicating presence.  Being fucked wasn't the issue, it 
was how she needed to behave because she wanted to be fucked that 
frightened Sarah.  

"Here, it's a walking dildo for girls like us who have to have 
something in our pussies all the time.  It's nothing special but it 
will help you suppress the urges to a tolerable level." Holli handed 
Sarah her well slikened toy.  Sarah took it and looked at it for a 
moment before spreading her legs wide and sinking the toy into her 
folds.  She cried out in fulfillment, savoring the feeling of having 
her pussy wrapped around an invader just like it was supposed to.

"Thanks." Sarah whimpered, still ashamed of her behavior, but relishing 
the nicely full feeling in her pussy.  As Holli had said, the ache 
didn't disappear, but it was dulled to a tolerable level.  In the end 
it left Sarah feeling like she did whenever she'd spy a cute guy 
between classes and her pussy with heat up.  It wasn't the most 
dignified feeling, but it wasn't all consuming lust either.

Jenny just watched the whole scene in silence, hardly believing what 
was happening to her and Sarah.  It was all so unreal, and watching 
Sarah's lip turn to a big happy smile as she impaled herself on Holli's 
toy didn't help any either.

"So is this all there is?  Just sit around waiting for this guy to 
humiliate us and fuck us whenever he wants and if we fight any of it 
we'll just end up craving it?  Isn't there some way to escape?"  Jenny 
groaned.  Something in her told her that escape wasn't a likely 
possibility.  Anyone who could mess with your mind this much had to be 
able to prevent escape.

"You can walk outside anytime you like.  If you leave the grounds, you 
will automatically punish yourself.  You'll be made to love being a 
slave, and though a few girls have fought that feeling, every escapee 
returned after no more than a week.  Both of you are Master's toys, and 
he'll enjoy you however he wishes.  If you accept that or openly resist 
his commands your life will be pleasant, if not it will be a constant 
torment.  One warning, Master does enjoy challenges, and once he breaks 
a girl, he quickly looses interest.  After that happens it's only a 
matter of time before you'll be sold and there are far worse owners 
than Master." Holli explained.  A slave's existence certainly wasn't 
without it's difficulties, and this was one of the largest about being 
owned by Master.  He didn't mind tossing away toys that no longer 
interested him and their sale brought in lots of money to boot.

Both Jenny and Sarah sobbed at that, everything Holli had told them 
built up to that point of hopelessness.  They both believed her too, 
there was something about her that made them believe her.  That and the 
things they'd both done and been through left both girls with little 
hope and plenty of apprehension.  They seemed to be locked into a fate 
of utter degradation, no matter whether they resisted or not, 
eventually this man would loose interest in them and sell them.  There 
was no escape, or hope only an existence of intimate servitude or worse 
at the hands of this man or others.

Holli looked over both of the new girls and quickly surmised that there 
weren't about to be any more big questions from them for the moment.  
She got to her feet and turned back towards them.  "Alright, it's time 
to go, Jenny needs to go through processing and Master wants you to 
watch, Sarah."

Both girls found themselves following Holli out of the room.  Neither 
wanted to, but both came to their feet before Holli had walked more 
than a few steps.  Jenny stepped up her pace a bit and turned to Holli.  
"What is this processing?"

"You'll find out.  Master doesn't want you informed till the procedure 
is under way." Holli answered.  Master liked to watch and videotape 
slave processing, and enjoyed it especially when the girl didn't know 
what was being done to her.  It titillated Holli as well, watching an 
unprepared girl being made into an even better servant for Master 
always aroused her.  She truly did love her work.

Sarah looked at the decorations with the same morbid fascination that 
Jenny had earlier.  The scenes of fucking sank into her more thoroughly 
though and she found herself instinctively squeezing down on the toy 
lodged comfortably inside her.  Sarah could scarcely believe that she 
was walking around naked with a dildo stuffed between her legs, but in 
light of everything else she almost didn't mind.  Only a day before her 
life had been terribly mundane, and now she was some kind of slave, a 
toy for a sick man to use and she could do nothing to change any of it.

The trip didn't last long and Holli lead the two girls into another 
small room off the main corridor.  A slightly inclined table rested in 
the midst of a huge array of electrical coils.  Jenny and Sarah looked 
on in wonder at the sight for a moment before realizing that this was 
where Jenny was about to be processed.

"Jenny, please lay down on the table and be sure to place your feet in 
the foot rests." Holli instructed.  She walked over to a control panel 
and began entering the configuration information Master had given her 
for Jennifer's processing.  It wasn't unusual for Master to process new 
girls, especially when they were picked up in pairs or groups.  Some 
girls didn't stack up to Master's high standards and sometimes he 
simply enjoyed watching their reaction to the changes in their body 
while he played with them.  Sarah was the pure catch here, and Jenny 
just a convenient, and enjoyable addition that would be molded for more 
specific service to Master.

"Please, you don't have to do this to me!" Jenny whined as she walked 
over and stepped onto the table, being sure to place her feet 
appropriately.  Once she did she felt horribly exposed, but as earlier 
she couldn't find any will power to resist Holli's instructions.  This 
must be one case where their supposed freedom to resist wasn't granted, 
and Jenny could understand it.  There were some things that resistance 
just prolonged that weren't choices, and Holli probably didn't have all 
day to deal with unruly slaves.  None of that helped Jenny feel any 
better as she felt the table being moved into a horizontal position.  
She wondered just what was going to be done to her, she remembered him 
saying something was going to be done about her breasts and Jenny 
figured that was what the processing was going to be about.

"Of course I do, it is Master's will.  This is going to feel strange, 
but it won't be painful." Holli told the new slave as she activated the 
processing mechanism.  She quivered with anticipation, watching a 
slave's processing always got her hot.  It was as much a display of 
Master's power as when he fucked his slaves, and Holli couldn't help 
but respond to displays of Master's power.

Jenny flinched as she felt and heard an electrical hum coming from the 
coils ringing the table.  She wondered just what was going to happen 
when she felt a tingle flow through her entire body.  If she could 
have, Jenny would have been squirming, but her body was locked in 
place.  The strange sensations quickly intensified, especially in her 
breasts, between her legs and through her waist.  Jenny also felt the 
tingle in her throat as she wondered just what was happening to her.  
Then, suddenly Jenny felt her entire body quake with a massive orgasm 
that simply consumed her entire being.  

Holli watched as Jenny's eyes rolled back in her head as the changes to 
her body started.  Holli knew from experience just how pleasurable such 
changes could be.  She had found herself on that table many times since 
she had been claimed, and each time was a wonderful experience.  
Silently, Holli wondered just how long it would be till she would be 
honored with another visit of her own.  At least until then she had the 
chance to live vicariously through all the girls she processed and that 
was a pleasure of its own.

With everything else that had happened to her in the last day, Sarah 
didn't think she could be surprised again.  Watching Jenny's flesh 
being molded right before her was enough to shock her though, and Sarah 
shuddered at the callous way such miraculous technology was being used.  
Sarah only hoped that Jenny would be all right and that she wouldn't 
have to be next any time soon.

The process didn't last very long, and Jenny found herself drifting out 
of a seemingly perpetual release.  She opened her eyes and was pleased 
that she had control of herself again.  Jenny waited until the table 
had been leaned back into a nearly standing position before she dared 
to look down at her body.  She still felt rather normal so she could 
only hope it was not very drastic.

The first things to greet her were her breasts.  Jenny had always had 
firm little breasts, they suited her frame well, but didn't grab 
attention.  The breasts that Jenny saw rising from her chest now were 
certainly not anything like the ones that used to be there.  They were 
two impossibly perfect half globes each slightly larger than a 
softball, tipped with rather large perky nipples at their peaks.  Jenny 
cupped them with her hands to confirm they were real with a gentle 
squeeze.  Her tits were perfectly smooth now, and still felt firm to 
the touch, what surprised Jenny the most was that her touch no effect 
on her libido even though she watched as the already stiff nipples 
poked out even more lewdly.  She'd always been very sensitive to having 
her breasts caressed and now she didn't feel anything as she squeezed 
into the twin orbs on her chest.

With her first obstacle down, Jenny bent over and looked down at 
between her legs.  Her old furry slit had been replaced with two 
hairless and engorged looking lips.  The real shock was the rather 
large nub at the top of her slit that Jenny knew had to be her 
clitoris.  Her apprehension already consuming her Jenny quickly ran a 
hand down between her legs to confirm her worst fears.  She ran her 
hand over her new slit, find her pussy already leaking with her juices, 
but no matter where her fingers ran or what they did Jenny could feel 
nothing more than the immediate tactile sensation of her fingers 
exploration.  Even the slick bulbous head of her new clit didn't react 
as she rubbed her fingers across it.

Jenny turned towards Holli and Sarah.  She could hardly believe just 
how radically her body had been changed, but was truly bothered that 
she couldn't feel anything from it.  She looked at Holli with her 
concern burning in her eyes.

"May this slave know why she has been denied the pleasures of her own 
flesh?" Jenny heard a light, nearly angelic, voice say from her own 
throat.  Jenny instantly threw her hands around her neck in shock both 
at the sound of her own voice and the strange words she'd spoken.  "Why 
does this slave's voice sound so wonderfully sweet and lovely and say 
things in this strange way?"

Holli smiled as she watched Jenny's reaction to her changes.  Most 
girls had much the same reaction, but it was something that Holli 
always enjoyed watching.  She knew it was another of Master's 
modifications that she loved being a part of enslaving other women, but 
she was happy she could enjoy it.  "You have been processed to be a 
pixie servant for Master.  Your new body is designed to demonstrate his 
power and his prowess for his enjoyment and that of his guests.  Your 
voice and mannerisms have been changed so that you will more ready 
fulfill your duties regardless of your willingness to resist him.  Now 
come here."

Jenny pulled herself from the table and found herself strutting sexily 
over to Holli.  She tried to walk normally, but it felt almost 
painfully wrong to do anything other than swing her hips enticingly as 
she walked.  She also was sure to jut out her breasts and smiled a sly, 
knowing smile as she walked.  Jenny knew this was all part of the 
control placed over her, but it didn't help her like it any more.  She 
didn't have to imagine much to know just what kind of entertainment she 
would be providing in her new form and dreaded what she was being made 
into.

"Don't be worried about not being able to feel pleasure, while you can 
no longer pleasure yourself, you will react even more strongly to the 
touch of another." Holli explained as she reached up and grabbed each 
of Jenny's globes in her hands and gently squeezed.  She loved the feel 
of the breasts Jenny now had, they were so firm and smooth.  Holli had 
been given a pair like them in the past, though she hadn't been 
prevented from masturbatory pleasure.  She smiled fondly as she 
explored her memories and Jenny's new bosom at the same time.

Jenny's eyes rolled back as pure pleasure flowed from her breasts.  
She'd never felt anything like that before, and she felt herself cum 
just from that one squeeze.  Her light new voice sang out with a 
heavenly melody as she quivered in orgasm.  It was an angelic melody 
more attuned to cloud tops then a woman's cry of release and it filled 
the room with a divine feeling.

"I just love these pixie breasts, and you will too.  I wish I had mine 
back almost every day." Holli stated wistfully as she pulled her hands 
away.  "Now that your ready it's time for you to go to the harem bed 
chambers where all of Master's slaves wait when he has no use for 
them." 

Holli lead the two stunned girls back out of the room.  Sarah was 
shivering in fear at what she'd seen Jenny reduced to in mere moments.  
She wondered just how much of Jenny's self was left intact after what 
had been done to her, and Sarah feared it was more than Jenny would 
really have wanted.  The fact that such a fate could befall her as well 
left Sarah all the more concerned and all the more aware of the dildo 
pressed wonderfully deep inside her at that very moment.

The sounds of an angelic choir greeted the girls’ ears as Holli opened 
the door at the end of a long hallway.  Jenny and Sarah looked in to 
the room before them and took in the sight of their new home.  It was 
lavishly ornate, built to the same standards as the rest of the 
building.  Shallow pools ran through the center dotted with statue 
fountains of stunningly beautiful naked women.  The room was filled 
with pillowed beds as well as plants and ferns.  The final content of 
the room was the women, dozens at least, all naked and laid out on the 
beds or in the pools, some relaxing and some enjoying more carnal 
delights in pairs or groups.  Several girls who had been processed as 
Jenny had ringed the room and sang out with their music of ecstasy as 
other women played with them.  Their voices played together in perfect 
harmony with that enchanting melody.  It was nearly enough for Sarah 
and Jenny both to forget their own misfortunes just to listen to such 
divine music.  

"This will be your home until Master wishes otherwise.  Feel free to do 
as you please until summoned, this is your sanctuary and there is no 
punishment for your actions within, unless it is directly against the 
commands of Master." Holli explained.  Sarah and Jenny would be allowed 
to follow their own will, aside from Jenny's more dramatic changes.  It 
was always fascinating to watch what a new pixie slave would do, as the 
exquisite pleasure they could enjoy was completely offered only at the 
hands of another.  Holli wondered how long Jenny would resist indulging 
herself, almost none of the older slaves had any objections to enjoying 
the flesh of another woman so it was only Jenny's will that mattered to 
her fate.

Sarah and Jenny stood silently just inside the doors as Holli pulled 
them close as she left.  It was a surreal moment without direction.  
Neither had any idea what they would do with themselves after all 
they'd been put through.  It was simply unreal to have a choice again.

Sarah was the first to pull herself together.  She turned to Jenny with 
obvious concern.  "Are you okay, Jenny?"

"No, this pixie slave isn't fine!" Jenny chimed merrily with her new 
singsong voice.  She reached up and cupped her breasts.  "She has these 
nice new breasts and juicy pussy and can only speak like some merry 
sprite.  She can't even refer to herself as anything other than a 
slave!" Jenny tried to sound sarcastic, but both her tone and body 
language remained inviting.  It was the most exacerbating experience in 
her life.  Nothing she tried to say came out the way she intended, 
though she could still make her point be understood.  It was all so 
horrible that Jenny simply welled up with tears, she couldn't sob, but 
tears ran down her cheeks as everything suddenly sank into her.

"I'm so sorry." Sarah cried, wrapping herself around Jenny with a big 
hug.  Her own fears were looming large inside her as well, and she 
needed to be held by a friend just as much as she wanted to comfort 
Jenny.  The whole experience was overwhelming, and this time more than 
any other Sarah needed her friend.

Jenny winced as her new flesh reacted instantly to the contact with 
Sarah's.  Every place her friend touch lit up with sensual warmth.  Her 
breasts ached with sudden pleasure as Sarah pressed her chest into 
Jenny's.  She shuddered at the strange feelings flowing through her, 
but didn't pull away from Sarah's hold.  Jenny needed to be held, to be 
comforted, and knew that Sarah needed the same right now.  Jenny 
wrapped her arms around her friend and simply enjoyed the warmth of 
compassion.

Their fate was sealed, and all they could do was wait now.  This man, 
their Master, would likely come for them soon, they realized.  They 
were new toys and for a man as fickle as he seemed, new toys would be 
enjoyed far more often and thoroughly than old.  Both girls lamented 
this, even as their roles seamed different, neither fate was appealing.  
Now, finally, there was nothing more they could do except try to draw 
strength from the other and see what new humiliation was to come.

***


"So what is this lead?" Mel asked as she drove her partner into an 
office parking lot.  It hadn't taken Marcus long to find a lead worth 
checking up on and they'd went off as soon as he had an address.

"Dr. Alex Northing.  He’s the lead developer at CyDine Nanotech.  He 
worked with Patrick Larange on an earlier nanotech project and Patrick 
is one of a handful of highly qualified Nanotech designers whose 
whereabouts aren't known.  I also need to see a sample of his work if I 
can get my hands on it.  None of the other major developers matched the 
samples taken from Wendy." Marcus explained.  It hadn't been easy 
putting everything together or doing a detailed cross comparison of the 
nanobots taken from Wendy with the far less advanced samples the Bureau 
had from known developers.  Whoever had designed the devices used to 
transform Wendy had made a leap in nanotech design, and that was a 
scary notion in its own right.

Mel just took in the information and began doing her own comparisons.  
The suspicious disappearances were all centered in the American 
Midwest, though several had occurred outside that ring, even as far as 
Europe and China but nearly all occurred in the Midwest.  The fact that 
Patrick had done his research in St. Louis and disappeared from there 
lent further credence to him being behind it, but it was still just a 
theory at this point.

Mel and Marcus flashed FBI badges and were quickly escorted up to Dr. 
Northing's office.  The Bureau always operated under the cover of the 
local national investigatory agency to help them blend in and get them 
the access they needed.  They did try to keep from identifying 
themselves when ever possible, but it made questioning people a lot 
easier to have a badge.

Northing's secretary buzzed them in as soon as they got there and the 
two agents strolled into his office.  Northing was obviously more a 
scientist than manager, as his entire office was littered with 
technical documentation.  Papers and files were stacked or scattered 
over everything including his extra chairs.  Northing had obviously not 
expected them and was bent over a couple chairs cleaning them off.

"Good Morning, good morning, please excuse the mess, I don't often have 
visitors here, but I hear you want to know about Patrick." Northing 
welcomed without turning away from his task.  

"Yes, Dr., I was interested in the work he did with you at the 
University." Marcus said.

"Of course, of course, we worked several years together.  Not much 
accomplished though, always something going wrong.  Patrick always kept 
at it though, he was very determined.  Not that I'm not mind you, but 
there was just a seriousness to him, you understand." Northing 
continued as he backed away from the now cleaned off chairs and 
beckoned for the Agents to sit down.

Mel and Marcus looked at the now doubly high pile of file folders on 
each side of the chairs and decided it was safer to remain standing.

"Yes, Dr.  just what was he serious about?" Marcus asked.  He already 
knew the basics of the project, but he didn't want to make Northing 
suspicious and sometimes-mundane questions have interesting answers.

"Well, he always had a fondness for direct genetic tinkering.  We were 
trying to determine if we could employ nano bots to conduct genetic 
repair, prevent aging and disease.  We weren't supposed to actually 
alter genes, just repair them as they were damaged, you see.  Patrick 
though, he was always tinkering in his spare time with some of the 
research animals.  Always a problem that was, I always dreaded calls 
from the directors after he stayed late." Northing explained.

"Did he ever give you any reasons for his experiments?" Mel asked.  
Half the reason for coming was to see if Patrick would have had intent 
to do anything like what had been done to Wendy.

"No, no, he never did.  I tried to ask him, but he would just get a 
look in his eyes.  I don't know just how it looked, but I always felt 
like some bug he wanted to squish.  He did good work though, and even 
for his liberal use of our equipment he did get the University a major 
grant and gave us a lot of wonderful ideas.  If it hadn't been for that 
fire we'd already have the fountain of youth mind you!" Northing 
exclaimed.

"What fire?" Marcus asked.

"It was right after Patrick left for a new position somewhere, I don't 
remember quite where he said he was going, but it destroyed the lab and 
most of the equipment and prototypes Patrick had developed.  It wasn't 
a total loss though, we still had a lot of his records on file and 
we've already gone a long way to reconstructing his work.  It's too bad 
we couldn't get him to come back, but we kind of lost track of him 
right after the fire." Northing explained.

"Do you have any of the records or work samples that I could look at?" 
Marcus asked.

"Oh, yes, some, you understand the restrictions we have around here on 
research, but I can let you look at some of my records from my project 
with Patrick.  Those aren't completely confidential.  What do you want 
such things for anyway?" Northing asked.

"Just routine research on nano technology.  We like to keep at abreast 
of the latest advances so that we can be ready to counter any possible 
criminal uses." Marcus replied.  That wasn't entirely untrue and should 
help keep him from getting too suspicious.

"I see, makes sense, I can just imagine the things I could do if I 
didn't mind the risks." Northing replied wistfully.  "I'll get those 
records right away for you."

Before Mel or Marcus could stop him, he was out of the office on his 
errand, leaving the two alone.

"So what do you think?" Markus asked.  

"I think we may have found our man, if the tech matches up." Mel 
replied.  She wasn't completely certain, but there were enough strange 
pieces and coincidences that Patrick certainly looked like a prime 
suspect.

"I agree, so that means we have to go looking for him now.  I think I 
can come up with some possibilities, assuming he still needs to get 
supplies through normal channels." Marcus concurred with his partner.  
It wasn't impossible to ship goods secretly, that was the whole slave 
trade after all, but some of the goods that Patrick would need were 
uncommon enough that it was possible to track him back that way.  That 
was presuming he still needed such materiel anymore.

Mel understood, there wasn't much doubt about the possibilities.  She 
only hoped he could be tracked down soon so he could be brought to 
heel.  That was assuming that Patrick was actually the man behind all 
of this.  If he wasn't at least it was one lead less to investigate, 
but speed was of the essence, or else more girls could fall prey to 
him.

***


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***


Sarah stayed curled up in a little ball in a recessed portion of the 
harem, trying to avoid the depravity around her.  She had anxiously 
awaited Jenny's return, but Jenny's behavior had scared Sarah as soon 
as Holli had closed the harem doors again.  Jenny was still in her 
pixie slave trance, and had put the moves on her friend.  Only after 
Sarah shirked away did Jenny stop, and in mere moments she spotted a 
group of women entwined in passionate endeavors and ran off to join 
them.  Sarah sobbed as she watched her friend give into every depravity 
two women could share.  Finally, she'd seen enough and Sarah turned 
away and hid herself off to the side of the room to avoid further 
notice as best she could.

"Hello, there, are you okay?  Well, okay for being here anyway." Piped 
up a slight but clearly concerned voice.  Sarah turned from her own 
thoughts and looked up at another naked young woman, thankfully lacking 
the obvious distortions of a pixie.  This girl looked every bit 
natural, though certainly lovely, with a shapely figure, firm breasts 
and a darling face all draped with her long brown hair.  Sarah had 
gotten somewhat used to the nudity surrounding her, but that didn't 
stop her from recognizing beauty either.  The best part was the look of 
concern and not lust in the girl's eyes, obviously she wasn't another 
of the man's sex toys who just wanted to fuck.

"I guess." Sarah replied, still curled up.  

"I'm Molly, do you mind if I sit here?" Molly asked and patiently 
hovered over a cushion.  

"No." Sarah replied simply.  She realized then how rude she was being, 
especially to someone who hadn't came over and felt her up.  "I'm 
Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Sarah." Molly smiled and sat down.  "I understand 
the first day jitters, I had them too.  I lost a girlfriend to that 
damn pixie maker too and I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry."

"Jenny's gone then, isn't she?" Sarah felt herself start to tear up.  
Jenny had been such a good friend and to be able to do nothing but 
watch as she was transformed was wreaking a terrible vengeance on 
Sarah.
"Mostly, I know Amber still knows who she is, and everything, but she's 
totally a pixie now.  Jenny will fade in and out depending on how 
aroused she gets.  Eventually she'll stop caring about anything but 
being a pixie.  I wish I didn't have to tell you that, but it's easier 
to hear then it is to watch it." Molly answered.  She'd shown up here 
under much the same circumstances as Sarah, having been kidnapped with 
a friend.  Molly had been forced to watch her friend fade away and 
become an unrestrained pixie slave.  Molly had done everything she 
could think of to slow down the process, but in the end Amber had 
simply given into the pleasure.

"How could you stand to see that?" Sarah asked.  She'd been wracked by 
grief since Jenny had first been changed, and she couldn't see herself 
feeling better any time soon.

"I broke down and cried for days.  Then Master took me to his room and 
fixed me, well he made me okay with the new Amber anyway.  I still 
haven't decided if I should be mad at him about that or not.  He'll 
probably do that to you too if he thinks he has too.  Just keep that in 
mind." Molly explained.  She could still summon up the anguish she'd 
felt at watching Amber fade, but it was hollow now.  Molly wasn't happy 
about what had been done to either her or Amber, but she didn't feel 
ripped apart about it either.

"How long have you been here?" Sarah asked, suddenly curious about her 
new friend.  Somehow, she knew that Molly was just that, and in this 
moment of need Sarah couldn't have asked for anything more than someone 
to help bare the pain.

"About three months.  It's amazing how you get used to being here, 
waiting to get fucked by some sicko and avoid the constant lesbian 
orgy.  Still, you're the first real person I've talked to except for 
Holli, and she's even more twisted than Master is." Molly said.  She 
did find it hard to believe how used to being some man's sex toy she'd 
become.  Of course she knew part of that was because of Master tweaking 
her thoughts to not mind her enslavement.  It didn't make her like it, 
though Molly was slowly coming to grips with the fact that certain 
parts of her stay had been most enjoyable.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this place.  Or this Master guy." 
Sarah grimaced just thinking of the fact that some guy had made her his 
sex slave.  She fought back the sudden surge of need from between her 
legs and the memories of pure pleasure from her first day here.  

"Well, he'll make sure of it eventually, either you get used to it or 
he kind of forces it on you.  I'm sure you know that already.  It could 
be worse though, at least he's not into bondage or torture or anything, 
just humiliation.  It sucks but at least it's pleasure." Molly replied.  
There wasn't much doubt about that.  In her first few days she'd been 
concerned that Master would be into such things, and was relieved to no 
end to find that he almost exclusively enjoyed basic pleasure inducing 
sex.  That didn't cut down on the negative aspects of being a sex 
slave, but at least it wasn't another negative.

Sarah finally started to relax a bit with Molly.  Strange as this place 
was, it was good to have someone relatively normal to talk to.  Even 
though she was still stark naked and could hear the din of a lesbian 
orgy nearby, Sarah started to feel almost normal again.

The two girls continued to chat for a while.  Molly told of how she'd 
ended up as another of Master's prisoners, which was much like Sarah's 
recollection.  Before that Molly had been a college student as well, 
though not with any real direction in her studies.  Still, that didn't 
leave her any more willing than Sarah to be turned into someone's toy.

"Hello, Molly, I see you've made a new friend." Holli chirped as she 
walked up to the two girls.  She was naked as usual, but carrying a 
shimmering white garment in her arm.  

"Bitch!" Molly grunted as she rolled onto her hands and knees and 
promptly started to lick Holli's toes.  She tried to fight against the 
waves of pleasure that rolled through her with every lick, but she had 
barely started tongue Holli's big toe when Molly snaked a hand between 
her legs to start stroking herself.  Since her first day, Molly had an 
instant dislike for Holli, strong enough that she had many outbursts in 
front of Master.  In the end, he had decided to deal with it by making 
Molly worship Holli's feet whenever Holli was near, unless she told 
Molly to stop.  Every lick Molly made would bring her nearly to orgasm, 
and she would linger on that edge as she worshiped, until Holli gave 
her permission to cum, something Holli rarely did.

Holli smiled at the naked girl at her feet then turned her attention to 
Sarah.  "Molly has always been temperamental, but Master was kind 
enough to show her who the true mistress of this harem is.  Now, Sarah, 
he wishes for your company, please put these on and I will take you to 
him."

Sarah gingerly accepted the garments from Holli and stood up solemnly.  
She knew she didn't have a real choice, but she didn't want to do this 
either.  She opened up the garments to see what she had, and whimpered.  
Sarah held out a shear white chemise that she could easily see through 
and a frilly pair of crotchless white panties.  "I can't wear this!  
It's indecent!"

"Of course, sweetie, it's just wrapping for your sexy little body to 
show it off.  Now hurry up, Master doesn't like to be kept waiting." 
Holli ordered, savoring Molly's degradation and Sarah's obvious dismay.  
Sarah was not only being dress up in revealing clothes, but she knew 
she was about to be used again and Holli loved watching her squirm.

Sarah weighed her option for only a few moments.  If she resisted, it 
wouldn't be for long and she'd loose another part of herself, her 
modesty.  Not that it was helping her much right now, she didn't want 
to think about having more of her mind messed with.  On top of 
everything else, she could feel her pussy stirring in anticipation of 
getting a real cock soon, further sapping Sarah's will to resist.  In 
the end she surrendered, pulling the top over her head and pulling on 
the panties.  Sarah frowned at how lewdly her breasts tented out the 
smooth chemise all the way from the tips of her already hard nipples.  
She had to admit that the fabric felt wonderfully enticing as it flowed 
over her skin, and if not for the current circumstances she might even 
have enjoyed it.  Sarah didn't like the fact that the top was 
essentially transparent though, or that her puffed pussy lips were 
sticking out lewdly from the hole in the panties she was now wearing.

"Oh, you look just darling, Master will love it.  Come on now." Holli 
turned back towards the harem room door.  She pushed away Molly's face 
with her feet, the long established way of telling Molly to stop 
licking at Holli's feet.  Molly looked up with a scowl, still fuming 
about being made to service Holli in such a degrading way.  Holli loved 
it, but Master had sent her on a mission, and that took precedence over 
her own indulgence.

Sarah sulked as she strolled along after Holli, dreading what was about 
to happen and how she knew she'd react.  She was already sopping with 
heat between her legs in anticipation, and that just reinforce for her 
just how terrible her situation truly was.  Not only that, but she had 
never parading around in anything this revealing especially in front of 
a man.  Even though she'd already been stark naked and thoroughly 
ravished by this man, Sarah was still thoroughly embarrassed about 
showing off her nearly naked body like this.  The jiggling of her 
unrestrained breasts against the fabric just reinforced how indecently 
dressed she felt, a final indignity against everything else.

Holli knew all of this as she walked just ahead of Master's new pet.  
Sarah was just the kind of woman that Master always enjoyed, shy, 
reserved and hiding a radiant beauty.  These kinds of girls all had the 
same flavor, and reacted in much the same way to Master's indulgences.  
With Sarah, however, Holli would get one additional pleasure before 
throwing the girl into Master's waiting arms.  As they walked up to the 
doors of Master's room, she pulled around behind Sarah and reached up 
between her legs, enjoying the silk smoothness of Sarah's inner thighs.

"Hey!" Sarah objected as Holli cupped her quivering mound.  Sarah 
squirmed as she felt fingers parting her nether lips and playing with 
her clit.  Then Sarah mewed as Holli's fingers sank into her pussy and 
pulled the walking dildo from Sarah's folds with one smooth motion.  
The feeling of movement inside her pussy sent shivers of pleasure 
through Sarah, and moments later a profound emptiness between her legs 
filled Sarah with renewed longings.

"You can't very well see Master with you're pussy plugged," Holli 
remarked as she licked Sarah's toy with a long run up the side.  "You 
taste wonderful, we'll have to play sometime and I can show you how 
much fun two girls can have."

Sarah was too humiliated to respond, totally overwhelmed by the whole 
notion that she was being used and she could do nothing to save 
herself.  In fact, she feared that she would end up begging for it 
because of the new need she now had to be fucked.

Holli saw the look of overwhelming despair on Sarah's face and quickly 
embraced the girl in an almost tender way.  "Don't worry, you'll do 
fine and Master will love you, you're just his type.  Play along and 
you'll have the ride of your life, believe me."

Sarah wanted to cry at that, but fought it back, she didn't want to 
show Holli just how despondent she truly was.  Later there would be 
plenty of time to cry, and hopefully Molly would be there to help her.  
Now all that was left was to endure this horror and hope beyond all 
reason that she could find a way out of this terrible place.

"Alright, honey, time to go, you've kept Master waiting long enough." 
Holli pulled open the door to his room and quickly shoved Sarah inside.  

Sarah felt the rush of airflow over her as Holli closed the door.  
Instantly, Sarah felt her vulnerability again, and moved to cover 
herself with her hand and arm.  No sooner had she done so than she 
heard him howl with laughter.

"Hello, Sarah, feeling a little self conscious today?" He smiled as he 
surveyed her shivering form.  He could tell from just looking at her 
that she was bouncing between passion, fear and humiliation.  This was 
perfect for him, he loved his girls like this.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Sarah whined, regretting it almost 
instantly.  She just felt so utterly overwhelmed that she didn't know 
what to do.  This wasn't what she wanted, yet she could feel the 
growing need from between her legs taking its toll on her will.  She 
didn't want to fight that, but the thought of being a toy for someone 
else, aside from the fucking, still fueled her resistance.

"Oh, Sarah, please, come here." Master bowed his head and looked 
genuinely concerned.  He was too, in a way.  He certainly didn't want 
Sarah to be upset, not this way at least.  He was used to it though, as 
most girls took a few sessions to work past the core of their old 
moralities.

Sarah stood still for a moment, weighing her options.  She knew he 
still held the ultimate trump card, the ability to change her thoughts 
at his whim.  So, she moved to him, though she still kept strategically 
covering herself.

"You don't have to cover yourself like that, Sarah.  You have a lovely 
body and you should allow others to enjoy it." Master prodded.  He 
didn't prefer to be very direct with his own girls.  If Sarah resisted 
enough, he would force her, but he knew that the punishment he could 
offer was good enough to convince most girls easily, at least at this 
point in their use.

Sarah let his words sink in, knowing exactly what he wanted.  She again 
ran over the potential punishments he could offer, wondering if it 
wouldn't almost be better to have her fears and embarrassment washed 
away.  Then she remembered what Holli had said about girls that he no 
longer had interest in, and Sarah didn't want to speed along the 
process of being sold into even more remote slavery.

Master smiled as Sarah's arms crept to her sides, slowly uncovering her 
charms.  She blushed deeply as he took in the site of her nearly naked 
form, nicely displayed through sheer material.  He motioned for her to 
come to his side.  She hesitated for a moment, but then walked up 
beside where he was sitting on a bed of pillows.  

This was the moment that Sarah realized he was completely naked, as she 
found her place beside him.  She couldn't keep her pussy from clenching 
in need as she saw his erect member standing out.  Sarah knew just how 
good it would be to have it's thick length fully inside her and the 
part of her that had forgotten her modesty was already looking forward 
to being fucked again.  

Master smiled as he saw Sarah's face contort with lust and despair as 
she stared between his legs.  No doubt her unrestrained views on being 
fucked were conflicting with the rest of her mores that were still in 
place.  He enjoyed the conflict, but he also had a beautiful and nearly 
naked young woman standing at his side, and he wanted very much to give 
her a far more personal experience.

Sarah squealed in surprise as he wrapped his hands around her waist and 
pulled her down beside him.  He seated her at his side and reached up 
to cup her rounded breasts through her top.  Sarah failed to fight down 
moans of pleasure as he gently fondled her.  Her arousal had been 
unleashed from the moment Holli had unplugged her and now Sarah 
couldn't suppress her body’s reaction to the tender attention she was 
receiving.

"You should be proud of your body, Sarah.  There isn't a man alive that 
wouldn't want to enjoy your beauty." Master whispered into her ear as 
he continued playing with her soft mounds.  He enjoyed the feeling of 
real breasts far more than the perfectly molded orbs on his pixies and 
Sarah's were perfect, still firm and perky with youth.  He could spend 
all day enjoying them, and he was in no hurry today.

Sarah just sat there and endured, trying not to let him think she was 
enjoying his massage as much as she truly was.  Most of the boys she'd 
been with had appreciated her breasts, but getting her in the sack was 
their true interest.  Master was different, she noted as he took his 
time caressing her twin orbs.  He was slow, patient, and seemed to 
savor her pert pair.  Before today, Sarah wouldn't have believed she 
could be brought to orgasm just from having her breasts played with, 
but he was teaching her a lesson today.  His fingers seemed to know 
just how to squeeze and rub and press her tender flesh, and 
occasionally she would gasp as he tweaked or rubbed one of her hardened 
little nipples.

"Do you like this?" He whispered again as he continued.  He'd already 
noticed Sarah had ceased to shrink from his touch and was actually 
pressing her chest into his hands openly and wiggling into his fingers.  
Fucking a girl to orgasm was easy, especially in the state Sarah was 
in, but breasts were a far more challenging avenue, and Master enjoyed 
the challenge.  

"Mmm hmm" Sarah hummed, not wanting to put her true feelings into 
words.  Somehow, expressing how much she was enjoying his touch in 
words would violate her honor more than any other way.  She'd never 
been stimulated this way before, and her breasts were simply sparkling 
with energy with his every caress.  

Master could feel his new pet quivering on the verge of release and 
continued molding her flesh with his hands.  With just one orgasm like 
this, Sarah would be putty in his hands for the rest of the day, 
regardless of her previous misgivings.  With any luck she might even 
become enthusiastic over their coupling, but Master wasn't expecting 
that from Sarah quite yet.  A few more sessions with her and she might 
become that pliable.  Still, he was more than willing to enjoy her just 
as she was now and let her progress as she would.

By now Sarah was no longer repressing any of the moans boiling up 
through her throat.  She was in heaven, and for the moment everything 
else around her fell away.  Even the empty need from between her legs 
was dwarfed by the fires being lit on her chest.  

Then he took both of her quaking orbs in his hands and squeezed the 
firmly.  Sarah cried out as she felt her body explode in a mass of 
pleasure all coming from her chest.  She fell back onto him as a wave 
of raw energy crashed through her wiping all remaining thought from her 
mind.

Master held her comfortably against himself as Sarah enjoyed the 
feeling he had stirred within her.  He enjoyed playing with tigers, and 
enjoyed taming them just as much.  He was already slipping his hand 
between her legs and parting them so he could explore her mound.  He 
smiled when Sarah opened herself for him with no more than a casual 
touch at the top of her mound.  She would be tame for his pleasures 
tonight, he thought as he slipped his fingers between her damp folds.

Sarah mewed at his explorations, still too awash in pleasure to object 
to his indecent advancing.  In fact she found herself enjoying his 
touch between her lower lips.  He had just primed her body for sex, and 
Sarah didn't want to stop now.  Her pussy was aching to be filled and 
her body was still rippling with the pleasure his touch had stirred.  
Sarah knew her inhibitions dropped once she was aroused, and she was 
burning with heat now.

"Did you enjoy that, Sarah?  Are you ready to serve me?" Master asked 
as his fingers ruffled the engorged petals between her legs.  

His question brought Sarah a little bit of clarity back to her against 
the backdrop of passion.  Still, while she now remembered how she came 
to be in this man's arms, she couldn't deny the pleasures she'd just 
enjoyed or the needs she now had.  Even if she was not under the cloud 
of soul robbing punishment, Sarah wouldn't have been able to stop 
herself from doing just what he wanted her to.  She turned to look up 
at him shyly while she sent a hand between his legs to take hold of the 
hard shaft resting there.

"I liked it, sir," Sarah whispered meekly as she wrapped her fingers 
around him, "And you can do whatever you want to me."

Master looked down into her sheepishly lustful eyes, and broke out 
laughing.  The sight of such lust and shyness combined was more than he 
could fight.  Sarah looked up at him in surprise at his rather 
unexpected roars of laughter, but he didn't give her long to consider 
it.  He fell back into the pillows and picked Sarah up by the waist and 
deposited her on his stomach with her legs straddling his sides.  He 
took a moment to enjoy the sight of this lovely girl, lost to the 
ravages of lust resting for a moment atop him, her breasts still 
proudly tenting out the shear fabric of her top.  He didn't regret 
choosing her for a moment.

He looked up into her eyes and smiled.  She nodded warmly in response 
and lifted her hips and moved to ride him just as Jenny had done only 
days before.  Sarah wasn't thinking of that now, rather her entire 
attention was on the man beneath her, and the wonderful cock that was 
about to satisfy the horrible emptiness in her pussy.  Master watched 
Sarah position herself with merrily, looking forward to a very 
enjoyable afternoon with his latest toy.

***


"Master?"  Wendy asked draping herself seductively against Marcus's 
side and looking up at him with her best-lost puppy pout.

"Yes?" Marcus prompted as he tried to walk with her clinging to him.

"Do I really have to wear these clothes, Master?  They're so itchy and 
I know I look much better without them!" Wendy whimpered.  She was 
dressed in a simple silk dress, the smoothest, most comfortable fabric 
that could be found.  It showed off Wendy's form nicely as well, 
hanging from her spherical breasts and slinking against her legs.  
Marcus had tried to get her into more conservative clothes, but she 
came as close to outright refusal as a slave could get.  In the end he 
didn't have the strength to force it on her, and instead made her wear 
this dress.  Wendy wasn't pleased exactly, but after looking in the 
mirror she ceased her more severe resistance.  Marcus figured that this 
was part of her slave training, not to dress decently.  It would cut 
down on the chance that she could easily escape if she somehow regained 
the will to do so.  Aside from that, she did have a stunning body, and 
if it wasn't for the other agents, Marcus would have been content to 
let her exhibitionist streak rule her.

"I told you, that is not appropriate when we're out like this.  If you 
don't want to wear the dress you can go back to your room." Marcus 
replied calmly.  He hadn't even wanted to take her out of her room 
given her behavior, but after a few hours by herself, Wendy had started 
crying to see him.  Finally it was decided that she could tag along 
with him so long as she behaved, and part of that was wearing clothes.

"Okay, Master." Wendy smiled, snuggling into him even more fiercely.  
She only wanted to be naked because she knew he would enjoy her sexy 
body all the more that way.  Wendy knew girls didn't normally go around 
in the nude, but she didn't mind, anything she could do to please her 
master was acceptable to her.  

Marcus just shook his head in frustration, not knowing what to do with 
his new sex slave.  That was something he never thought he'd have to 
deal with.  Through all the cases he'd dealt with, he'd wistfully 
thought about the good side of having a sex slave.  That was all 
fantasy however, and even though Wendy certainly fit the mold in terms 
of performance in bed, Marcus had never considered the ramifications of 
having a clinging, adoring girl latched onto his side while trying to 
do his work.

"You haven't had her surgically attached have you?" Mel quizzed as she 
saw her partner's predicament.  She wanted to break out laughing, but 
she'd already done enough of that in the last day watching the pair 
going all over the Bureau together.  

"Of course not.  She just likes my company." Marcus tried to put a good 
spin on having his new companion latched to him at the hip.

Wendy suddenly pulled away from him and stepped in front of Marcus, 
thrusting out both her chest and her hand to Mel.  "Hi!  I'm Wendy 
Braumer, and I am Master's new slave girl."

Mel looked at the perky girl in front of her with an odd wonderment.  
She'd seen mind control work before, yet she couldn't recall ever 
seeing something this outwardly entrenched.  Mel had to fight off the 
notion that this girl truly wanted this existence, Wendy was that 
convincing.  "Yeah, I know, we met earlier.  I'm Mel, Marcus's 
partner."

"I guess, but that was before.  I've only really been alive for two 
days, since Master claimed me." Wendy chimed back, smiling fully as she 
shook Mel's hand.

Marcus rolled his eyes again.  This wasn't anything knew to him, Wendy 
had been going on like that since he'd freed her tongue.  After he'd 
recovered from their first coupling, Marcus had done what he could to 
free Wendy from her programming.  He gave her back her name, and gave 
her free rein over her actions.  Still, Wendy had been fully 
conditioned to be a sex slave, and even when given the choice, she 
would submit joyously to Marcus.  He learned that she remembered 
everything about her old life, but she didn't care, nothing mattered 
except for Marcus.  

"So, how is she?" Mel asked her partner.  She didn't want to be rude, 
but something about Wendy just sent shivers up her spine.  Mel knew 
what it was, the fact that a girl could be so completely subverted, and 
that notion scared her.  Mel carried a deep hatred for mind controllers 
from all the damage they'd done, but Wendy was a sick work of art 
compared to the rest, a testament to the depths of evil in the world.

"We have a couple more sessions with the telepaths later today.  They 
think they're making progress, but I haven't really noticed.  Otherwise 
we've about pumped Wendy out of all the information she knows." Marcus 
replied.

"Yeah, and I knew a lot of good stuff didn't I, Master?" Wendy beamed.  
She didn't understand it, but her master had almost been happier when 
she told them of all the details of her trainer’s facilities then he'd 
been after she'd pleasured him.  Wendy didn't worry herself about it, 
anything that made him happy was good to her.

"You certainly did." Marcus patted Wendy on the head like she had been 
a good puppy then looked up to Mel.  "We don't have a precise location 
yet, but we got positive ID's on several of the people there, though 
not the man in charge.  Unfortunately all of them were other slaves, 
but it confirms our earlier data on who's been taken in.  There was one 
woman who was flagged though."

"Holli Chapel.  She was kidnapped about six years ago.  She wandered 
back into a town in western Nebraska about a year later, seemingly none 
the worse for wear.  Since then she's distanced herself from her family 
and taken a personal assistant job for an unknown employer somewhere in 
northern Kansas.  She shows up in the local towns to pick up supplies, 
do deliveries and such every few days." Mel rattled off.  She'd watched 
the interview as well and had already done the legwork.  It wasn't 
common practice to keep track of recovered kidnap victims, but Holli's 
case had been tracked since no one had ever been caught for the crime, 
and the fact that Holli herself discouraged the investigation.  The 
local law enforcement had figured Holli had just eloped or something, 
but her case had wound up at the Bureau and though they didn't find 
anything they were not so quick to close a case.

"Holli was nice, and very pretty but I have better boobies." Wendy 
piped up, somehow hoping to contribute as she thrust her chest out to 
show off her own globes.  

Marcus shook his head and tried to ignore her.  "And that area 
corresponds to the Nanotech supplies and equipment we traced was 
shipped to that we couldn't find in use.  And the two agents that 
disappeared in the Nebraska area a few weeks ago.  An awful lot of 
coincidences."

Mel nodded.  "That's what we thought.  We've got agents moving into the 
area to try and track down Holli and see if she leads us back to 
anything.  An assault team is being readied right now to go in as soon 
as we have a something.  We've been asked to go with them.  They need a 
pair of experts on the equipment to make sure nothing is damaged so we 
have a chance at helping the victims."

"I'll get myself ready to go.  How long before a staging area is 
ready?" Marcus asked.

"We'll have a place west of Lincoln set up in less than six hours.  
They'll need us there as soon as we can get there." Mel replied.  It 
would take them about three hours to travel there, so they still had a 
bit of time to get their stuff.  Operations like this weren't uncommon, 
and both partners were well prepared to go with such little notice.

"Alright, I'll see you on the runway in two hours." Marcus said, head 
on his way.  He didn't have too much time to assemble his gear, and he 
had to deal with he new tag along.

"Where are we going, Master?" Wendy chirped as she swayed behind him, 
doing her best to keep up with his determined pace while still 
appearing graceful.

"You can't come with me, Wendy.  It's not safe for you.  I'll leave you 
with Agent Poe.  You'll do everything he tells you to do, alright?" 
Marcus instructed.  He only hoped she wouldn't object too much.

"Yes, Master, but I really don't want to stay behind.  Who's going to 
fuck you if I'm not around?" Wendy whimpered, hoping to convince him 
that he really did want to take her along.

"I'll be fine, I just don't want to put you in danger.  We'll have 
plenty of time for sex when I get back." Marcus answered.  He laughed 
at himself for the kind of promises he had to make.  In truth, this was 
the one thing about have Wendy around that he did enjoy, the fact that 
she would never turn down his advances.  It did take away the thrill of 
conquest, but she did make up for it by raw determination.

"Okay, Master, I can't wait then!" Wendy squealed, already looking 
forward to getting to fuck her master again.  "Do you have time for a 
quickie before you go, Master?  I'd really like to send you off in 
style."

"I wish I did, but I barely have enough time to get my equipment ready 
as it is.  I'll make it up to you, later." Marcus replied.  The notion 
was tempting, and if he pushed it, he could make the time.  Still, he 
had far more important things to worry about right now than the 
extremely tempting little vixen swaying behind him.

"Alright, Master." Wendy finished her attempts.  For now she simply 
accepted that her master didn't want her attentions until he returned 
from his trip.  Wendy wished she would have the chance to please him 
one more time, but she was learning when to cut her invitations short.  
Her master would use her when he wished, and was fully aware of her 
willingness and desire to please him at his whim.

Marcus noted as Wendy ceased her appeals, and realized that she was 
learning to accept his style of domination.  She had obviously been 
programmed for someone far more intent on using her constantly, but she 
was adapting to his preferences quickly.  Marcus figured that within a 
few more days, she would settle into being his faithful slave so well 
that he might not even find her role distracting, aside from the sex of 
course.  He wasn't sure whether the idea of getting used to having a 
sex slave was good or bad.

Now there were far more important concerns.  He had to prepare himself 
for his next test, unsure of what he was going to be walking into 
within the next few days.  His standard field lab would already be on 
the plane along with most of his gear.  Only his personal kit would 
need to be put together and there wasn't too much to worry about there.  
This wasn't a vacation, clothes and basic hygenics where all he needed 
in addition to the case background information.  There was no doubt 
this organization was dangerous, Marcus only hoped they weren't ready 
for the Bureau.

***


Holli walked into Master's chambers without knocking, not that it would 
have been hard over Molly's cries of pleasure.  Being his personal 
assistant did give her some privileges, including the discretion to 
interrupt him when something important was happening.  Holli was hardly 
surprised to see Molly stark naked and hard at work pumping her pussy 
on Master's hard shaft while he laid beneath her, obviously enjoying 
her performance.  Nor was she shocked to find Sarah equally naked with 
her mouth sucking on Master's balls and shaft as well as Molly's pussy.  
Master certainly did enjoy having multiple slaves attending to him, and 
these two had obviously been busy judging by the sheen of sweat on them 
and the thick musk of feminine arousal in the air.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Master." Holli chirped from the side of his 
bed, enjoying the sight of his cock at work in Molly's pussy.  The next 
best thing to being fucked by him was knowing that his cock was being 
properly pleasured by another slave and not her.  She wasn't even 
jealous of the other slaves, one of Master's gifts, but Holli was 
envious, and she wanted more chances to pleasure him herself.  Still, 
she knew he enjoy the attention of new slaves better than her, and that 
made up some for her own need to pleasure him, since she was the 
mistress of the harem and she had some part in preparing slaves that he 
would enjoy

Molly instantly quieted her unrestrained moans of passion to mere 
whimpers so that Holli and Master could converse.  She didn't shift her 
pace any though, being sure to give Master the fucking he desired.  For 
a fleeting moment Molly realized just what she had done and why, 
recognizing just how much a plaything she'd become.  That though drift 
away in mere moments however, as she focused on the wonderful shaft she 
was pumping herself on.

"Yes, what do you need, Holli?" Master asked, his attention still 
focused mostly on the lovely girl humping his shaft and the equally 
beautiful girl busy sucking and licking his balls.  Sarah had came far 
for being a new slave, but today he hadn't been in the mood for playing 
with her.  She'd initially resisted his commands to pleasure his sack 
while he fucked Molly, and now she had a new need to do just that.  
Master smiled at the thought, Sarah was certainly much better with her 
tongue when she wanted to be licking him.

"Our sentries have reported a number of government agents inquiring 
about me in the surrounding towns.  The agents have not said why, but 
they have been tracked, and it appears that a staging area for an 
assault team is being prepared." Holli reported.  The notion that 
anyone could have tied her back to Master concerned Holli.  That she 
could be the one to bring danger to him made her nearly nauseous, but 
for now she had to serve him.  Hopefully she could make up for her 
failings.

"I see, this is not unexpected.  Have you finished making the 
preparations we discussed?" Master asked.  After he'd taken the two 
agents who had been sneaking around his compound a few weeks before 
he'd been expecting their controlling agency to come.  He was surprised 
that it was Holli that proved to be the draw, but that was of no 
concern now.  After initially converting the two agents he probed them 
for their secrets and beyond the volume of general data about the 
organization, he was able to develop a defensive strategy for his 
facility.

"Yes, Master, everything has been done as you ordered.  Should I 
prepare for your relocation?" Holli asked.  Once the Bureau 's forces 
found his compound it would no longer be safe.  This was something he'd 
known for some time, and had long since constructed other compounds to 
retreat to, all maintained by other slaves.  

"Yes, but I won't be leaving until I've had a chance to greet our 
guests.  Do send the Harem off as soon as you leave.  Prepare a space 
for these two on my personal transport, they'll leave with us." Master 
ordered.  He'd miss his harem for a few days, but Sarah and Molly would 
keep him entertained, he had no doubt.  He looked forward to doling out 
his next move with the Bureau.  Since the moment he'd learned of it, he 
knew he'd have to deal with them, show them just how much of a threat 
he was.  It was a gamble, they might not be willing to back down, but 
he had plans for that as well.

"Of course Master, are there any other instructions you have for me?" 
Holli asked.  She'd have plenty to do just looking over the relocation, 
but this was a crucial time and she could not allow something important 
to be overlooked.  The defenses were in order, now all that was left 
was plotting the escape.

"No, Holli.  Just keep me informed of any developments and any visitors 
to our compound no matter how expected.  Now, attend to you duties." 
Master dismissed his assistant.  He had no doubt that Holli would get 
things organized in ideal fashion.  She'd shined in that role since he 
loosened up on his control of her several years ago.  Sometimes he'd 
idly wonder about just what she'd been in her old life, but it didn't 
really interest him that much.  

"Of course, Master, enjoy yourself." Holli chimed and then trotted out 
of the room.  She smiled as she heard Molly's cries of passion fill the 
air again as she closed the door on Master's chambers.  Holli didn't 
doubt that he Master was going to have a pleasurable afternoon.


***


Marcus shot back to consciousness as he felt a needle pull out of his 
neck.  The operation had not gone well, the team had no more then 
entered the top level of the compound than they had been ambushed.  
Marcus did his best to cover for the team, but the robot like defenders 
didn't flinch.  It was only moments before he noticed that the team was 
being taken down with some kind of tranquilizers.  No sooner had he 
ordered a retreat then he felt something pinch his leg and he drifted 
off.

"Hello, Mr. Shon, or should I say Felix Horner.  It is amazing the 
lengths your Bureau will go to hide its agents.  I must admit that I am 
impressed, but I have certain persuasive capabilities that allow me to 
sift through such deceptions.  I hope you don't mind you 
accommodations." Master smiled as he looked on his catch from across 
his desk.  His ambush had worked perfectly, the entire team had been 
captured and as he'd hoped Marcus had been part of the team.

"I'm honored, why the interest in me, Larange?" Marcus asked.  Just 
like any of the other agents his past had been cleaned to prevent him 
from being tied back to anyone or anything in the regular world.  Given 
what he knew about this man none of that would matter, he had the 
capabilities to pull whatever information he needed from others.

"I see you do your research well, but that's why I expected you to be 
part of this team.  I'm interested in you only because I know you can 
appreciate the quality of my work.  You see I need a messenger, and I 
know you can understand the message." Larange replied.  He wasn't 
surprised by Marcus's knowledge of his identity.  It had only been by 
luck that he'd been able to disappear as well as he had, and Larange 
knew a determined search would likely turn him up.  Of course, he 
expected it and knew that he would have to meet with anyone who would 
go to the trouble.

"I'm not a messenger." Marcus replied curtly.  He looked to his sides 
and noticed a seductively clad woman to each side pointing a gun at 
him.  This certainly wasn't a social call, that much he knew, and he 
was not the man in control of the situation.

"I'm sure you would prefer this fate to the one I have chosen for the 
other members of your team." Larange replied, waving his hand towards a 
large monitor on the wall beside him.

Marcus gasped as he saw it come to life.  The scene was panning across 
an open room filled with pillowed beds, ferns, and the Bureau assault 
team.  Each one of them was naked and in the midst of a very involved 
orgy.  The camera zoomed in for a moment on one group and Marcus 
quickly saw that the females of the team had received the same 
treatment as Wendy had, and the men had been modified in an equivalent 
fashion.  The thing that truly scared him though was the blank look in 
their faces as they fucked each other.  Marcus couldn't suppress the 
notion that they'd all been mind wiped and were now nothing more than 
toys for this demented man.

"You bastard!" Marcus screamed and tried to lunge at Larange.  He was 
stopped by someone holding onto his shoulders and the two women stepped 
clearly into his vision to remind him of his position.  

"Where's Mel?" Marcus demanded as he sat back down.  He hadn't noticed 
her on the screen and only hoped that she hadn't become another fuck 
toy.  He was incensed about the fate of the team, but Mel was his 
partner and that was a bond that would demand revenge before any other.

"No need to worry, she was not part of that conversion.  I only 
converted the rest of your team because I couldn't very well have them 
harass me again.  You would have joined them if I didn't need a message 
delivered.  Of course, I understand the bonds that partners share, and 
I would have neglected my purpose if I'd done anything severe to dear 
Mel." Larange replied.  He had enjoyed watching the agents as they were 
converted, realizing what they were being turned into.  He wished he 
could have joined in the fun more personally, but he didn't have much 
time to finish his business and leave.  Doubtlessly another assault was 
being planned and he didn't have any need to be present for that.

Larange bent over his intercom and pressed a button.  "Holli, would you 
please show Miss Fisher in?" 

The door behind Larange's desk opened a moment later and Holli led Mel 
out into the room.  Marcus looked on in shock as he saw his partner 
walk in.  Mel was dressed in a lacy white teddy and nothing else.  Not 
only that, but she was standing so that her well-rounded breasts were 
thrust out while she blushed furiously.  Marcus couldn't remember a 
time when Mel had ever been embarrassed, and he'd walked in on her in 
more than one compromising position.  Finally Marcus could swear that 
the crotch was wet and her nipples were erect beneath the teddy's cups.

"What did you do to her?" Marcus asked as he regained his focus.

Larange simply smiled for a moment and let the question hang in the 
air.  

Mel shivered as she stood there, trying to make sense of the new 
feelings coursing through her.  She had woken up naked, confused and 
oddly calm.  Mel knew the mission had failed and she'd been hit with a 
tranquilizer and for a moment feared the worst.  She hadn't been able 
to keep focused on that however, in fact she found it hard to think at 
all, like she was fighting some kind of fog in her head.  Even so, Mel 
couldn't summon any concern about it.  Soon she found herself simply 
staring up at the ceiling, content in thoughtlessness.  Some time later 
Holli had came to her and told her to put on the teddy.  Mel did so 
without complaint, though internally she tried to figure out why she 
was doing so and why she liked putting it on so much.  Holli told Mel 
that she was going to be taken to see Marcus and Mel suddenly felt 
herself flutter.  She wasn't sure where that came from, but quickly 
followed Holli to see her partner.

Now she was standing nearly naked in front of him, presenting herself 
like some kind of lamb to the slaughter.  Mel knew this wasn't like her 
at all, but the most she could summon was a deep blush as she presented 
herself.

"Marcus, I think they did something to me." Mel chirped meekly.  She'd 
never felt so small before.  Mel had always tried to control her 
situation but now she could feel it controlling her.  She was engulfed 
by a powerless feeling, that her fate wasn't her own.  It disturbed her 
that she found the feeling so wonderfully natural that she had to fight 
hard not to just give into it.  The urge to bare herself in front of 
these men surged through her as well and she had to catch herself more 
than once to keep from pulling down the shoulder straps of her teddy.  
It was so unreal, Mel thought, that she both wanted to show off her 
body and knew that she shouldn't want to at the same time.  Below that 
maelstrom was another brewing desire that she noticed every time she 
looked at her partner, and she couldn't deny the strength of that 
passion either as she felt her pussy quiver.

"Are you feeling a bit uncomfortable, dear?" Larange asked as he eyed 
Mel again fiddling with the straps of her teddy.  He enjoyed seeing her 
like this, and considered the possibilities for future conversions.  "I 
don't think anyone would mind if you made yourself more comfortable."

"You fucked with my head didn't you, sir?" Mel whimpered as she finally 
grabbed onto the straps and pulled down.  It felt so good as she pulled 
the garment down with a long smooth motion slowly uncovering herself.  
First she noticed her breasts pop free of the confining cups and smiled 
happily as she thrust them out in front of her proudly.  

"Oh yes that feels much better!" Mel cried out as she jiggled her chest 
a little, for the moment not caring just how out of character her 
actions were.  Having her breasts jiggling freely in the open air was 
just so wonderfully natural that she couldn't help herself.  With that 
wonderful feeling of freedom driving her, Mel pulled down the rest of 
her teddy, and peeled its crotch away from hers, and gasped as she 
looked between her legs to see that she was completely hairless between 
her legs.  She thought about it for a moment as she stepped out of the 
teddy, and couldn't think of a reason why it wasn't better to be 
hairless down there.  Mel knew that wasn't right, but she couldn't 
summon up any good reason to support that feeling, especially in the 
light of how nice her naked pussy looked without any hair.  Her 
thoughts quickly drifted to other more important things to do with her 
newly hairless pussy and Mel's attention fell on her partner sitting 
before her.  She'd flirted with the idea of coupling with him before, 
but now the notion was wrapped in need and somehow she knew only Marcus 
could fill it.

"Better?" Larange asked as he looked at Mel's smiling face and the rest 
of her lovely form.  She certainly had a nice body and those years of 
agency training had left her nicely toned.  He wished for a moment that 
he could indulge, but this prize wasn't for him.  She had other 
responsibilities.

"Much, thank you, sir." Mel chimed.  In her reply she found focus 
again.  "This isn't right, sir, I shouldn't like being naked so much or 
want Marcus like this.  Why did you do this to me?"

Larange was enjoying the game, and doing his best to play Marcus as 
best he could.  "I need you as an example my dear.  You were infected 
with my latest work, a viral nanobot.  It behaves much like any 
virulent infectious disease except that it's effects are related to 
your personality rather then your general health.  Don't worry, I've 
deactivated and cleaned the infection from your system so you aren't 
contagious."

Mel shivered as she heard his explanation.  She knew it was all true 
given her current behavior, and even knowing she was under his control, 
she couldn't find the will to fight these feelings.  Now that she was 
naked, her focus was quickly turning from her own predicament to her 
partner and the more interesting parts of his anatomy rather than how 
she ended up in this predicament.

"What do you want?" Marcus demanded, still struggling with his own fury 
to keep from trying to rip this man apart.  He had little doubt the 
women guarding him would shoot him dead if he tried it though.  The 
thought that Mel had been messed with like this simply infuriated him 
though, and for a moment he considered it might be worth the risk if he 
could actually manage to kill Larange.

"This is simply a demonstration that I wish your Bureau to see.  I have 
readied agents of my own to distribute the viral agent into major 
population centers around the world if I should suddenly disappear or 
order them to do so.  Insurance, I would say, against what you 
attempted to do to me yesterday.  I want nothing more than to be left 
alone, I am willing to keep a low profile and to release my pets when I 
am finished enjoying them.  All I require is that the Bureau leave me 
to my indulgences.  I will give your people a week to consider my 
proposal and to weigh the consequences." Larange explained.  He'd 
planned for this day almost since he started.  He knew someone would 
come for him eventually, and he only hoped that he was hold a trump 
card that even the most foolhardy wouldn't risk letting him play.  He 
really didn't want to rule the world, it was far too much trouble 
simply maintaining a small harem.  Everything he'd done aside from 
enjoying his toys was to acquire the resources necessary to head off 
his potential adversaries and he was more than pleased that they seemed 
to have given him enough time to put all his pieces in place.

Marcus mulled Larange's words as he thought about his partner.  She was 
obviously in the midst of Larange's influence, naked, clearly aroused 
and devoutly attentive to Marcus.  He'd seen a look similar to that in 
Wendy in her time with him, the only difference was that Mel still held 
on with a small sparkle in her eye and a confident if alluring pose.  
He had no idea what the Bureau chiefs would say about this, but if this 
madman could do what he did to Mel across the globe, there didn't seem 
to be much choice.

Mel had tried to pay attention to the words being exchanged around her, 
but she'd lost the fight to more important drives.  As the two men 
talked she couldn't help but walk slowly closer to Marcus, and she 
swore she could smell him in the air somehow.  Mel's mind was in 
turmoil, still trying to regain control, but these needs she felt were 
all so overwhelming that it was a struggle simply for her to recognize 
that she shouldn't want this much less actually do anything.  As she 
heard Larange finish his explanation Mel was kneeling in front of 
Marcus and reaching for his belt.

Marcus jumped back in his seat as he felt Mel between his legs.  He 
reached down and grabbed her by the arms and forced her to look up.  
"Mel, get a hold of yourself, you can fight this!"

Mel shuddered in ecstasy at his touch, astonished that anything could 
feel this good.  It took a moment for his words to sink in and though 
she knew why he said such things, she couldn't find it in herself to 
fight this.  She looking into his eyes and pleaded with her partner.  
"Please, Marcus, I need to taste you so bad, I know how wrong it is, 
but I just have to have your cock in my mouth.  Please, Marcus, let me, 
I know you'll enjoy it."

Marcus pulled away from her in shock at her words.  Mel had always been 
the tough one, and to see her reduced to this scared him.  He certainly 
didn't want to let her give in like this, but he didn't know what he 
could do.

"Please, Marcus, enjoy her.  I can imagine you've had your eye on her 
for some time.  Her needs will only grow more intense the longer they 
go unfulfilled.  Eventually she will burn out with pent up desire, and 
I'm sure you wouldn't want to see that happen to you sweet little 
partner, would you?" Larange laughed as he watched Marcus fend off 
Mel's incessant assault on his crotch.  If nothing else, Larange was 
pleased to get this much of a show.  He knew that Mel would adjust to 
her new needs in a few days, and he diligently made sure that her 
original personality was left intact and functional except when her new 
desires would take over.  He hoped that the Bureau would take her as 
the warning he meant her to be, and do the right thing, if not he'd 
have the responsibility for caring for the whole world and not just a 
small harem.

"Please, Marcus?  Don't you care about me, partner?  All I need is to 
suck on your cock, can't you do that for me after all we've been 
through?" Mel begged.  She was blushing furiously the whole time as she 
tried to open up his jeans and free his cock.  She could already see 
that he was hard by the outline in his crotch and Mel could barely 
contain her anxiety to wrap her lips around it as quickly as possible.

Marcus surrendered, not knowing what else to do.  It took Mel only a 
moment to tear open his pants and extract his cock.  She stared at it 
dreamily for a moment as she caressed it with her fingers then bent in 
and engulfed it in one gulp.  Marcus groaned, amazed that Mel seemed as 
adept at oral sex as Wendy had been before realizing where that 
knowledge must have come from.

Mel was in heaven as she savored the taste and feel of Marcus's cock 
inside her mouth.  She'd never really given oral sex before but from 
noises Marcus was making she had little doubt that she was doing it 
right.  Mel was happy about that and turned her full focus to giving 
her partner the best blowjob she could.

Larange watched the two agents and considered just how convincing an 
example Mel would be.  Once she regained her composure, she'd probably 
express the danger herself and that alone should prove his case.  
Larange already had a helicopter waiting to take them back to their 
base and his own escape was ready as well.  It wouldn't be long and 
he'd have his answer, he only hoped that the Bureau made the right 
choice.

***


"Oh god, Marcus that was so good!" Mel cooed as she felt her partner’s 
shaft softening inside her.  She pulled his hands back up to her naked 
breasts as she sat on his lap.  "You know I'm going to have to tease 
you for taking advantage of me like this, don't you?"

"You're the one who can't stop!  Are you sure you're alright?" Marcus 
asked, doing his best not to enjoy his partner’s attention too much as 
the chopper they were on flew towards the Bureau 's staging area.  This 
was one of Larange's helicopters, but it didn't matter, there wasn't 
anyone left at the staging area that could do anything to stop it from 
going back to his base.  Mel was his current concern, she was simply 
insatiable right at the moment, and he worried about just how much 
Larange had affected her. 

"Aside from not being able to stop acting like a nymphomaniac?  Other 
than that I'm fine, and with your nice hard cock inside me, I'm great." 
Mel giggled another bizarre sound to come from her.  She couldn't help 
herself, which surprised Mel as much as anything else.  It was like her 
impulse control was gone, and even Marcus's attempts to stop her didn't 
do anything to slow down her advances.  Mel knew her mind had been 
toyed with, that she wasn't really herself but none of that helped her 
regain enough control to do anything other than try to get Marcus hard 
again so they could keep playing.

"What are we going to do?  That maniac wants to fuck up the whole 
planet just like he did to you and I don't see how we can stop him." 
Marcus lamented as he felt Mel's pussy rippling on him, getting his 
shaft hard again.

"I don't know, Marcus, I really can't keep my attention on anything 
except your sexy bod." Mel replied as she started to hump herself on 
his hardening cock.  She was worried about Larange's plans as well, but 
she couldn't keep her focus on it.  Not enough to help Marcus anyway.  
The only thing she could help him with was another orgasm.

"Please Mel, can you be quiet, I need to think." Marcus asked, 
caressing his partner’s cheek as he did so.

"Sure, so long as you don't make me stop humping you." Mel giggled 
again.  She quieted herself down after that and worked on pumping 
herself on her partner with long slow strokes so he could think.

If having Wendy following around and calling him master was strange, 
having Mel behaving like a complete slut was scary.  He didn't know 
what to do, and every attempt he'd made to slow her down just reduced 
her to begging until he gave in.  If this was what Larange's virus 
could do to the world, there wouldn't be much of civilization left 
after it was done.  He didn't like the idea of letting a mad man like 
that run free, but letting him destroy civilization wasn't very 
appealing either.  He was glad he didn't have to make the final 
decision, and as soon as he gave his report, he'd turn his focus back 
to helping Mel and Wendy.  Marcus simply hoped things would work out, 
he didn't know how just yet, but he couldn't believe that everything 
around him could fall apart.

***

"Hello, um, Ladies and Gentlemen." Mel stammered as she gripped the 
podium.  She closed her eyes for a moment to focus again, or rather to 
get her focus off of thoughts of her partner.  She breathed in and out 
with several labored breaths, and felt the silky fabric of her dress 
run over her sensitive breasts as her chest heaved.  Mel knew everyone 
in the room could see her hardened little nipples through the soft 
fabric.  In fact, she was happy about it, both because it showed off 
how cute her nipples were and just how thoroughly her mind had been 
fucked with.  

It hadn't even been a week since she'd been captured and infected with 
the Bimbo Virus as it was being affectionately called around the 
Bureau.  Mel had barely been able to think straight her first few days, 
except in a few moments of wonderful clarity after her partner Marcus 
had thoroughly fucked her.  Every cell of her body was focused on sex, 
and all of that energy was focused on Marcus.  Mel knew just how 
screwed up she was, just how wrong she was behaving, but she couldn't 
control herself.  If she was around Marcus, all she could do was paw 
and plead until she could pleasure him, and if she was away from him 
all she could think of was how to seduce him next.

The Bureau’s telepaths worked with Mel after she and Marcus had spent a 
couple of days in quarantine.  No one was willing to trust the word of 
a mad man that Mel wasn't contagious.  Mel remembered the days fondly, 
or at least the new part of her that was a completely unashamed slut 
did.  She'd spent the entire time fucking Marcus in full view of the 
staff on the other side of the isolation chamber.  The dual thrill of 
pleasuring Marcus and showing off her sexy body could still send 
ripples of heat through her.  The telepaths had helped her gain some 
ability to suppress her new desires, not completely but enough for her 
to do some work, and enough for this very important presentation.

All of the heads of the Bureau were in the room, along with several 
representatives of other top-level government agencies from around the 
world.  The threat that Larange represented was one that everyone would 
have to deal with, and as such, all responsible parties had been 
gathered for a conference on the matter.  They had already been 
presented with information regarding the threat Larange represented.  
Mel's job was simple, to further detail the events of the virus and 
demonstrate its effectiveness.  It hadn't been easy for Mel to pull 
herself together for the presentation.  With only days to prepare, she 
didn't have very much information to present, aside from her 
affliction, and she was barely in control of herself.  Even her dress 
had proven to be a problem, just like Wendy, Mel was terribly 
uncomfortable in anything except the most sheer and light fabrics.  The 
long silky dress Mel was wearing now was something more akin to 
sleeping wear than anything else, but it was the most Mel could 
tolerate putting on.  The truth was it didn't really matter, the very 
fact that she couldn't wear anything more modest was part of the 
presentation.

The crowd was quiet now.  Mel didn't know just how long she'd been 
standing there regaining her focus, but she knew she had to do her job 
before she succumbed again.  "Sorry about that, I'm here because I'm 
the only person who's been exposed to the Larange Nano Virus, or the 
Bimbo Virus as our sexually repressed lab staff call it.  Of course it 
is a fair description, given its effects."

Mel turned on a screen showing a picture of her from the Bureau’s 
archives.  She was modestly dressed and looked every bit the 
professional agent.  "I am one of the Bureau’s investigative agents, 
and was recently put on the trail of a slave ring operating in North 
America.  In the course of our investigation we tracked the source of 
this ring to Patrick Larange, and I was captured during a raid on one 
of his facilities.  My partner Marcus," Mel suddenly stopped and 
started doing her breathing exercises again.  Just the fleeting though 
of him had her reeling in lust.  She felt her entire body flush and she 
wanted nothing more than to feel him ravaging her willing flesh right 
that instant.  It wasn't easy but Mel refocused on her current task.  
Marcus had fucked her furiously right before her presentation and had 
promised her a good fucking afterwards.

"Sorry about that, I got kind of distracted." Mel smiled weakly.  She 
could see the look of concern on the faces of the people watching her.  
They'd all read the reports, but seeing a nearly naked woman who had an 
established agent record nearly collapse with lust right before them 
was jarring.  Mel only hoped it would spur on a decisive decision.  

"My partner and I were captured as were the rest of our team.  My 
partner and I were allowed to return, after I was infected, to deliver 
Larange’s ultimatum.  He kept the rest of our team as slaves, 
transforming their minds and bodies much as he did with Wendy Braumer.  
We don't know their fate beyond that."

"The virus is very effective, if my demeanor hasn't made that point 
clear.  In fact I'm barely keeping myself together right now and this 
is the hardest part of my presentation.  As far as we can discern, all 
the effects of the Larange Virus are mental, aside from an increased 
sensitivity to the sense of touch.  The mental effects are significant.  
I am in a nearly constant state of arousal, and it is only with the 
help of the Bureau’s trained telepath staff have I been able to keep 
myself coherent this long.  I am constantly horny, and I dearly want to 
tear this dress off so that my body can breath properly.  My sexual 
attention is fully locked on my partner, though we believe that the 
virus was modified slightly in my case to create this effect rather 
than have my affections turn to any available sex partner.  I could go 
on, but I think you all get the idea.  Are there any questions?" Mel 
huffed, trying to retain control after rambling over her current state.  
Just thinking about her condition made her horny, and as she waited for 
questions she couldn't help but reach up and squeeze on one of her 
breasts and pinch a nipple.  It was horribly immodest, but she found it 
somewhat calming, as an act of masturbatory foreplay to the main event 
that Marcus would be beginning shortly.

Her sudden display of inappropriate behavior seemed to silence the 
crowd.  They all just looked up rather stunned as Mel openly fondled 
herself.  It wasn't until Mel realized what she was doing and jerked 
her hand away that anyone stood to ask her a question.  She blushed in 
embarrassment, but felt herself quiver with renewed lust as well.  Mel 
was well aware that humiliation now made her even more aroused than 
before, and it made it very hard for her not to do even more 
embarrassing things.  Even so she knew she was standing there with her 
nipples poking out from her dress as her chest heaved with each deep 
breath she took.

"Do you believe Larange will carry though with his threat?" Director 
Carol McConnel from MI-5, British intelligence.  

"I didn't really have a chance to interact with him, but given his 
general behavior, I believe he will try to carry out his threat if his 
demands are not met.  Knowing just how completely he can control 
people, his agents likely don't even know their mission until they have 
to execute it." Mel replied.  This was the toughest question of the 
whole operation.  Was Larange really a threat, and could he be stopped.  
Even more important, would he keep his promise not to release the virus 
if he was left alone?  No one could answer that question.  He would 
almost certainly release it if he could, but would he not try to take 
over the world if simply left to his own devices?  


The chief presenter walked up and grabbed Mel by the shoulders, and the 
started agent let out a moan at the unexpected contact.  Even if her 
primary focus was her partner, she was still a woman, and with her 
heightened sensitivity, close proximity to any man was enough to spark 
a reaction.  At least she knew this ordeal was over, she was happy to 
have done it, but now Mel was drawn to her reward.

"Thanks, Mel, Marcus has been waiting for you outside." The presenting 
agent informed her.  She bowed slightly to the crowd and excused 
herself, only half trying not to race out of the room and into her 
partner's arms.  

"Hey there, you did great!" Marcus congratulated Mel as she raced 
towards him.  No sooner had he gotten the words out than she had 
wrapped herself around him.  Anything else he wanted to say was 
smothered by her lips as she ground her entire body against him.

"Hurry," Mel huffed, pulling herself away just long enough to say it.  
Marcus took the hint and pulled away before bolting towards their 
quarters.  Mel raced after him, knowing this was both a game and 
necessary, if he hadn't broke away she would have fucked him right out 
in the open.  Mel didn't really care, but she knew it would get Marcus 
in trouble, and she didn't want that to happen.

"Hi Master!" Wendy squealed as Marcus ran into the room, with Mel right 
behind him.  Wendy giggled and bounced gleefully over to her master and 
started to undress him quickly.  She did her best to rub her naked 
flesh against his as she did so, but her duty was most pressing, she 
had to get him ready to give Mel a good fucking, then she would have 
her turn.  As she pulled down his shorts she took a brief moment to 
wrap her delicate little fingers around his shaft.  Wendy cooed, 
relishing the hardness she held in her hand and wishing she didn't have 
to wait to service it more fully.

While Wendy was stripping her master, Mel was doing her own job on her 
dress.  She was so horny she tried to just rip herself out of the shear 
garment the moment she had the door closed behind her.  It didn't work 
out so easily though, and she found herself struggling a bit to get 
herself out of the torn up rags of her dress.  Finally Mel looked down 
at the remains of her clothes on the ground around her feet and 
stretched out, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being naked.  It was 
amazingly refreshing, no more constraining cloth hugging her chest and 
the tickle of cool air against her womanhood.  Her revelry at being 
naked again melted away as she looked up at Marcus and his little slave 
girl.  Mel was still a bit unnerved by the girl, even if they were both 
in much the same place now.  Still, the sight of Marcus's hard cock 
standing up from between his legs quickly gained her full attention.  
She could feel her inner fires glowing brighter with just a glance, and 
now all she wanted to do was feel it inside her.

Marcus shuddered as Wendy expertly fondled him, yet another example of 
her perfect programming as a sex toy.  He still couldn't help but wince 
a bit at that thought.  Certainly, he loved the sensual pleasure of 
having a sex slave, but he knew deep down that Wendy couldn't have 
wanted this life for herself.  It was the same for Mel, she didn't want 
to be driven by lust.  At least with Mel she was still herself aside 
from her uncontrollable urges.

Mel looked up at his partner and his cock twitched in appreciation of 
the ravishing woman before him.  Her body was well toned and well 
rounded.  Marcus couldn't even count the number of times he'd had lewd 
thoughts about his partner.  Until her infection, he'd never acted on 
them.  Now though, he hardly had a choice, Mel was almost physically 
dependent on his attentions, and Marcus had to admit that he didn't 
really mind all that much.

"Oh, God you look so nice and hard!" Mel giggled as she took in the 
sight of her naked and very much-aroused partner.  She'd never been 
greatly attracted to Marcus, he was pretty average after all.  Now 
though, she couldn't get enough of him, every bulge and line on his 
body just sent quakes to the core of her being.  She knew it was all 
part of her reprogramming, but it still felt so real, so absolute that 
she couldn't even consider fighting it.  Instead, Mel found herself 
uncontrollably horny and willing to do anything to fill the empty space 
between her legs.

Marcus simply nodded as Mel threw her naked form against his.  He held 
her close as she ground her body into his, pressing her breasts into 
his chest.  Without another word Mel reached up and grabbed his head 
and guided her lips to his.  She couldn't believe just how wonderful it 
was just to kiss him, to have his lips pressed against hers.  Mel 
needed more though, her body crying out for fulfillment.

They fell onto the bed a moment later, each having propelled the other.  
The couple tumbled for a moment before coming to rest.  Mel smiled as 
she found herself on her back and wantonly spread her legs for the man 
resting atop her.  Marcus didn't need any more encouragement and each 
of them moaned in ecstasy as he drove his shaft into Mel's ready folds.  
Mel cooed as she felt her lower lips part and let the invader in again, 
letting it claim her most intimate flesh and prove once more that she 
was now owned.  Mel hadn't told Marcus that yet, she didn't know if 
he'd understand, but she was every bit as much his willing slave as 
Wendy was, and right now she was absorbed by her need to serve.  She 
could hardly have been happier then she was right at the moment, 
submitting to Marcus and filled with his cock.

"Aww, Mel, you are such a whore!  Now hurry up so I can play with 
Master!  My pussy hasn't gotten to play with him all day!"  Wendy 
pouted as she shamelessly pumped a dildo into her pussy and watched her 
Master and Mel begin their latest fucking.  Since Mel and Marcus's 
return Wendy had felt somewhat deprived, though she rarely spoke of it.  
Before she'd had Marcus all to herself, but now she had to share, and 
like any teenager, she hated to share.  It didn't help any that Mel was 
more aggressive about her needs than Wendy could be.  Mel asked, 
pressed, pleaded, while Wendy couldn't be as forceful, her slave 
submissiveness keeping her desire to mimic Mel at bay.  

"You heard her!  Fuck me Marcus, hammer that wonderful cock of yours 
into me!" Mel cried out as she squirmed against the hardness inside her 
depths.  She couldn't get over just how wonderful it felt with Marcus 
insider her.  Certainly, she'd enjoyed sex and all it's wonders for 
most of her adult life, but nothing came close to the feelings stirred 
within her since her change.  Now she was savoring the cock inside her, 
focusing her whole being on caressing that wonderful organ within her 
pussy.  

Marcus didn't have to be told twice and he started thrusting into his 
partners writhing flesh.  In moments like this he could hardly believe 
his luck.  Mel was a pure tiger in bed, and she knew just how to use 
her sexy little body to full effect.  If he didn't know her better he 
would have thought she'd gotten some of Wendy's sex ed programming, but 
he'd known a couple of Mel's past lovers and with her now a simpering 
sex toy they weren't shy about sharing tales of her past behavior.  

Wendy moaned in time with her master's thrusts.  She couldn't take her 
eyes off of his cock as she watched it pump in and out of Mel's pussy.  
Wendy was thrusting her dildo with his rhythm as well, though it wasn't 
even close to the same feeling as being under her master's muscular 
body, but for now it was all she could do.  It was practice too, 
matching her lover's rhythm and studying his actions to clue her in to 
how close to cumming he was.  Wendy had never been much for classrooms 
before, but she was a very devoted student when it came to learning 
about her Master and how best to please him.

Mel thrashed beneath Marcus, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts.  
Her legs were wrapped around his thighs, Her breasts squished against 
his chest and her lips mashed against his.  Every fuck was like this, 
amazing beyond any experience Mel could remember, including the last 
time Marcus had his flesh pressed into her.  This was heaven, she mused 
between passion swept breaths, nothing had ever been this good, and she 
knew every time was better than the last.  How she got here didn't 
matter, only the fact that she was being so wonderfully, perfectly 
fucked by the hottest man she had ever known.

The couple continued like this for some time.  Marcus had gotten plenty 
of practice in the art of sex during the last few weeks.  Wendy had 
been an excellent teacher, and now Mel was reinforcing all he had 
learned.  His stamina was substantial now, but he had to be careful not 
to think too much about how he was fucking his partner or he'd loose 
control prematurely.  Mel had been forbidden fruit for so long that 
just the thought of her change in status was enough to get Marcus off.  
When he had her bucking and moaning passionately beneath him, it took 
great control not to give in to his cock and just shoot off into her 
welcoming flesh.  

Pleasure could not last forever though, and the passion of their 
embrace was also bringing both partners to their climax.  Mel could 
sense the increased urgency in Marcus's thrusts, and he could hear her 
pants getting shorter and harsher as she climbed closer to her peak.  
Each of them tried to hold back, working to savor every passion filled 
moment locked together like this.  They couldn't hold it forever 
though, Mel's warm, tight depths only grew tighter as she ascended, 
just as Marcus's shaft only grew harder at her intimate grip.  The 
cycle drew them ever closer until the final moment.  They cried out as 
one when Marcus rammed himself fully into Mel's depths and began to 
fill her with his seed.  The sudden full penetration and warm spurts 
within her sent Mel over the edge and she descended into her own 
glorious orgasm.  Her body milked his shaft as she quaked with 
pleasure.  Nothing could be better than this, she thought as she felt 
her insides filling with manly warmth.  Mel pressed her lips to his 
again and they shared a long passionate kiss as they finished their 
latest wondrous coupling.

"That was wonderful." Marcus smiled as he rubbed the side of Mel's 
face.  They were still locked together, sharing this moment of gentle 
intimacy while they could.  It was the one problem Marcus faced with 
having his own harem, there was always another horny woman wanting his 
attention.

"My turn! My turn!" Wendy giggled and started bouncing a bit on the 
bed.  She'd gotten a small orgasm off of watching her master enjoy Mel, 
but now Wendy wanted her own fucking.  She gave the pair a few minutes 
to savor their coupling, but now it was her turn to pleasure their 
master.

"I guess we can't keep her waiting." Marcus smiled and rolled off of 
Mel.  

"I know you just want some slave girl action you pig!" Mel giggled.  As 
soon as he rolled onto his back she got up and bent down over his soft 
cock.  Mel licked her lips looking at the pussy slickened shaft hanging 
limply before her.  She'd acquired quite a taste for cock since her 
change, especially one dripping in pussy juice.  "Well, let's get you 
all tuned up so you can be a good pervert."

Marcus groaned as Mel wrapped her mouth around his cock and started 
sucking.  He was glad she could still laugh about her new position 
though occasionally her comments did spawn a bit of guilt in him.  
Marcus knew he didn't have much choice.  Wendy had been forced on him 
due to the investigation and Mel was his because of Larange's plans.  
If he stopped it would only hurt the two women more, since they were 
almost physically dependent on his attentions.  Still, he knew that 
this wasn't right, that he shouldn't have two women as programmed sex 
slaves, not that he didn't enjoy it.  Rather he wished they were free 
from control but since they weren't Marcus wasn't about to make them 
suffer for his own morals.

It didn't take long for Mel to bring Marcus back to life.  She was 
quite the adept cocksucker, and she loved teasing a cock back to 
hardness with her mouth.  While Mel was busy getting his cock ready, 
Marcus was enjoying the flesh of his other slave girl.

"Oh, Master!" Wendy cried as Marcus fondled one of her slave tits.  He 
still couldn't believe just how soft Wendy's impossibly round globes 
were.  They didn't sag or even bounce really, but they were perfectly 
soft and pliant to the touch.  He could roll them in his hands for 
hours, savoring Wendy's silky smooth skin and tender nipples.  Of 
course Wendy loved every second of his attention, her body had been 
made for her master's pleasure, and his every caress sent shock waves 
of ecstasy through her.

"What position would you like today, Wendy?" Marcus asked as he brought 
another joyous moan of pleasure from Wendy's lips with a squeeze of her 
breast.  

"Hmmm." Wendy thought for a moment, working to keep her mind on her 
choice and not on Marcus's wonderfully powerful hands as they roamed 
her flesh.  Still, it took only a few moments for her to decide.  
"Doggy!  I feel like a bitch in heat today!"

"Doggy it is then." Marcus smiled.  He still found it hard to believe a 
woman could act like such a sex-crazed creature.  He knew why it was 
this way, but that didn't suppress his bewilderment.  Now he had a job 
to do, or rather a sex slave to enjoy, and he was quite up to the job 
now.  Mel sensed he was ready and pulled back so he could get up.  

"Okay, Wendy, get in position like a good puppy." Marcus instructed.  
He watched as the naked teenager got onto her hands and knees in front 
of him.  She spread out her legs and shifted her hips, presenting her 
shaved and dripping pussy for her Master.  Wendy loved being like this, 
and she swooned at the notion that her master was ogling her flesh 
right now and could see just how wet and horny she was.  

"Okay, Mel, why don't you do the honors." Marcus instructed again.  He 
positioned himself behind Wendy and let his hard cock just dangle 
between them.  

"What a pig!" Mel barked as she crawled up to Marcus's crotch.  She 
reached up and cupped Wendy's pussy and started stroking the girl’s 
clit.  Mel smiled as she felt the slave girl's pussy gush with fresh 
arousal as Wendy's squirmed against the probing hand.  Wendy was just a 
wonderful slut, Mel mused, somewhat envious of the girls factory made 
pussy, perfectly built for pleasuring her Master.  Mel let her fingers 
explore that perfect passage for a moment, letting Wendy practice 
gripping her fingers as Mel parted the girl's smooth outer lips and 
sank them into her depths.  

"Oh, Mel!" Wendy cooed.  She just loved it when Mel played with her 
like this.  Being a woman, Mel knew just how to caress Wendy for the 
most pleasure.  They didn't get to play that often though, since master 
was the true center of their affections.  Now was no different, Wendy 
enjoyed the feeling of Mel's delicate fingers toying with her sensitive 
folds, but they both knew Wendy was simply being prepared for her 
greater duty.

"So you like fucking helpless little teenage girls, don't you Marcus?" 
Mel barked as she stroked Marcus's shaft fondly.  Her saliva still left 
him slick and so she had no trouble running her fingers over him, 
keeping him hard and allowing her to savor every ripple on his cock 
from it's base to it's cute little head.

Marcus nearly groaned from her treatment and waited for her to 
continue.  If he hadn't already came once he'd have probably shot off 
just from Mel's expert handling.  Still, he had more to enjoy, and he 
kept his control as Mel guided him towards his target.  He watched as 
Mel pulled him down and started to rub his shaft against Wendy's 
shining lips, gently parting the fleshy folds with his tip.

"I bet you want to sink all the way into her don't you?  Oh, you're 
twitching now, you pervert, having you're big hard cock parting a sweet 
innocent little girl's pussy lips.  Just look at her, she's just a 
helpless slut, spreading for her master, and it's your big hard shaft 
that's splitting her open." Mel teased as she guided Marcus to Wendy's 
entrance.  She loved doing this, every part of it, from picking on 
Marcus to watching the excruciatingly sexy sight of Wendy's feminine 
lips parting for his shaft.  

Wendy was merrily cooing as she felt her Master's cock parting her 
outer lips and finding it's way to her entrance.  Mel liked her games, 
but Wendy loved fucking, and did everything she could not to simply 
push back and impale herself on his shaft before he was ready.  

Marcus felt Mel guide him into Wendy's gateway.  She stroked his shaft 
twice more and pulled her hand away.  It was time to watch and Marcus 
didn't make her wait.  He pushed forward and all three moaned as he 
impaled Wendy with one long thrust.  Marcus savored the warm soft 
depths of his pleasure slave as she rippled her passage around him.  As 
he did, Mel pulled up behind him and pressed her naked flesh against 
his back.  Marcus was in heaven, sandwiched between two wonderfully 
sexy women.  Nothing except the pure passion swirling around him even 
passed his mind as he took his first stroke inside Wendy's welcoming 
passage.  For now the only thing that mattered to Marcus was enjoying 
himself to the fullest.

***


Sarah hummed gently as she sucked diligently at a man's cock.  She was 
kneeling between his legs with her mouth wrapped lovingly around the 
organ.  She caressed it with her tongue and sucked at it gently, 
working not to bring him to his release but to allow him to savor her 
ministration.  Of course, that let her enjoy the taste and texture of 
him fully as well.  She never knew the musky taste of a man's cock 
could be so good or just how much fun it could be running her tongue 
and lips over it's veined hardness.  She also loved playing gently with 
his sack as she sucked on his manhood.  Sarah found herself in the 
throughs of passion just casually pleasuring a man.  Her free hand was 
far more vigorously stroking her pussy and clit through her crotchless 
teddy outfit.  Holli had removed Sarah's dildo before she was sent in 
to entertain Master's guest, and she could feel the emptiness tearing 
away at her soul.

Sarah was still gripped by the unreality of her new life.  She was a 
sex slave, and had been for some time.  She knew that her love for 
sucking cock was a new change Master had placed in her so she could 
entertain guests.  She hated that, she hated that she actually enjoyed 
putting on the frilly white croctchless teddy she now wore.  Sarah 
couldn't help it though, it made her look so sexy and she loved to look 
sexy now.  She'd even made Holli get her a different teddy after the 
first one didn't show off her nipples enough.  This one was sheer 
enough that Sarah could clearly see her nipples through the material, 
and Sarah swooned at the sight, unable to suppress her joy at how hard 
she was going to make the men who saw her.  She'd even shaved her 
pussy, so she would be even sexier.  Even as she did all this, Sarah 
knew just how wrong her behavior was, but it all felt perfectly natural 
to her at the same time.  Her identity was being washed away, and 
though she savored the new pleasures being unleashed Sarah ached for 
control over herself again and escape from this new existence.

"These women of yours are a marvel, Master." Trevor Phillips smiled as 
he petted Sarah's bobbing blond head.  He'd rarely had a woman as 
enthusiastic about giving him oral sex, and certainly none who could 
drag out the pleasure like Sarah was.  "So what can I do for you?"

"You are likely aware of my recent relocation." Larange began as he 
petted Molly's brown locks.  She was busy mimicking Sarah, and enjoying 
it just as much.  He stifled a groan as Molly gave him an especially 
pleasing caress in response.  She had definitely gotten over her 
dislike for oral sex, Larange smiled as his pet continued her diligent 
service.

Trevor nodded his awareness and Larange continued.  "I am currently 
working to spread out my resources.  I do have room at my new facility, 
but there is no need to keep all my eggs in one basket.  I'm offering 
you three of my pixies to do with as you please until I need to call on 
them.  If I don't call on them you can keep them as long as you like 
and I promise to leave you with one of your choice once this whole 
affair is complete."

"Ah, and what do I have to do in exchange for this wonderful gift?" 
Trevor asked.  No one ever gave anything away for free, not when they 
could get something out of it.  Trevor didn't especially need women, or 
rather he could get as many whores as he wanted, willing and luscious 
but not loyal.  That was something he could appreciate about Larange's 
pets, they literally couldn't disobey.  Still, Trevor knew their first 
loyalty would be to Larange.  Trevor's safety at that point would rely 
on his allegiance to Larange.  The reality was Trevor knew he couldn't 
back out now anyway, too much had already happened.  Larange would just 
turn Trevor into a mindless stud for one of his female associates if 
Trevor crossed him now.

"Aside from keeping my fine stock in good condition?" Larange chuckled.  
"The Bureau likely suspects you are aware of my operation.  I want you 
to convey to them my determination if ever they talk to you.  I have 
offered them my terms, and I want them to accept them."

"I don't understand you really, do you think you can keep them at bay 
forever?" Trevor asked.  He'd had his contacts get him as much 
information on the showdown as he could.  Trevor still wasn't sure of 
Larange's motives.  The man had power most would dream of, and all he 
wanted was a cottage in the country with a rotating assortment of naked 
coed slave girls waiting on him.  

"If they believe the threat, I actually think they'll protect me, to 
keep my vengeance from accidentally transforming all of civilization 
into a massive orgy until everything falls apart." Larange smiled.  

"But why not just release it, take over.  You would rule the world!" 
Trevor replied.  He'd dreamed of this kind of power all his life.  Now 
all he had was a rather large smuggling operation.  Certainly, he had 
power, and many people feared and respected him, but there were limits 
and those limits always annoyed Trevor.  Now here was a man in front of 
him that had no limits.  If Larange wanted to, he would be undisputed 
ruler of the world in days, and he was fighting not to take the reins.  
Trevor envied his associates position again, and if he could he would 
have grabbed Larange’s power for himself, but he very well knew the 
consequences for failure in that fight and even given the prize it was 
too high a risk.

"And have that responsibility on my shoulders.  No, Trevor, I'm nothing 
more than a slothful pervert.  I enjoy corrupting innocent young women 
like these two right here.  If I take over the world, it will be the 
end of civilization, everything will fall to stagnation since every 
slave will dream only of freedom.  Mankind can achieve great things if 
left to itself, and I don't want to ruin that just for my own 
enjoyment.  I don't want to give up my pleasures either though, and 
it's a small price to pay for the future of humanity." Larange 
explained.  It had been on his mind since the moment he'd discovered 
the capabilities of his nanotechnology.  He could rule the world, but 
he didn't want that, all he wanted was a carefree, pampered, and sex 
filled life.

"Indeed, but you are such a short sighted man, it's too bad really.  I 
can understand the appeal of a harem filled with women like this." 
Trevor smiled and patted Sarah's head again.  She gave him a special 
suck in appreciation of his recognition.  Sarah only wished they would 
stop talking so she could get something harder and longer than her 
fingers into her aching pussy.  She shuddered just thinking about how 
wonderful the nice thick cock she was sucking on would feel plunging 
into her depths.  Sarah could hardly wait.  She started humming again 
around him to let him know just how much she loved what she was doing.

"Well, I can tell that little Molly here is ready for a little more 
intimate action and I am sure that Sarah is as well.  Why don't we 
retire to the bedroom and negotiate the rest of our deal later?" 
Larange suggested, pulling Molly's head off of his cock and coaxing her 
to stand before him.  

Molly gave one last fond lick of his shaft and stood up slowly, careful 
to give Master a full view of his property.  She knew it was wrong, 
that she wasn't anyone's property, but the thought of being owned sent 
shudders of pure arousal through her body.  She could feel her nipples 
get hard just at the thought, and she made sure to jiggle her ample 
breasts in front of Master so he could see.  Her mind might know she 
wasn't property, but her body was fully convinced it was owned and it 
knew exactly who the owner was.

"Nice and horny today, aren't we Molly?" Master asked as he reached up 
and cupped her breasts and fondled them through her teddy.  Molly 
moaned joyously, she couldn't get enough of his hands, especially when 
they were fondling her so intimately.  She pressed her breasts into his 
hands and just let herself enjoy his touch.

"Master wouldn't have me any other way." Molly shot back, her voice 
torn between sarcasm and passionate joy.  A part of her still resisted 
the changes and still fought to express herself, even if she was almost 
completely a nymphomaniac sex slave now.  Part of Molly was still 
there, and she reveled in the fact that on a few occasions she could 
actually express herself again, before descending into mindless ecstasy 
filled rutting.  Of course, it was just words.  She couldn't control 
her actions anymore, especially in Master's presence.  Even as she 
sniped at him, she was pressing herself wantonly against him and 
savoring the sensation of his flesh against hers.

"No, my dear I don't think I would." Larange smiled and pinched her 
nipple.  Her slightly terse expression faded to unrestrained joy as she 
had a mini orgasm.  He liked her spirit.  Molly had always been one of 
his favorite girls, no matter how far she fell she always fought back.  
Larange wondered just how far he would have to push to actually break 
her spirit, but he was reluctant to find out.  He enjoyed her struggle 
far more than he would another broken girl.  After the immediate 
troubles were through, he planned on returning her to a more normal 
state just so he could play with her more fully again.

Larange wondered about Sarah though.  She didn't seem to have Molly's 
inner strength, and he was afraid that the requirements of the next few 
days would break her will, turn her mind as well as her body into 
nothing more than a pleasure slave.  Larange regretted that, he 
couldn't rebuild a woman after she was broken, she just wouldn't have 
that fire to resist her treatment that he savored.  Sarah was so lovely 
and sweet that he hated to think that she could break and he would have 
little choice other than to turn her into yet another pixie slave.

Sarah, pulled herself away from Trevor's crotch reluctantly, she didn't 
want to let his wonderful cock out of her mouth.  Sarah didn't want to 
show Trevor just how much of a whore she'd become either, but she 
couldn't help herself.  As she stood before her current master she 
grabbed his hands and pulled them to her breasts.  He smiled and gently 
squeezed them while Sarah moaned shamelessly.  She couldn't believe 
this was really who she had become, but his hands felt so good, so 
strong.  Sarah couldn't help but let him fondle her and play with her 
lust hardened nipples while she cried out in ecstasy.

"You are quite the slut aren't you?" Trevor teased as he pulled down 
the straps of her teddy and exposed her delicious creamy orbs.  They 
were just perfect, Trevor smiled as he gazed upon them.  He knew they 
were natural too, since this was one of Larange's personal girls.  
Larange never did prefer to augment his own slaves much.  In this 
instance, Trevor didn't mind.  Sarah was just so perfect she didn't 
need any help to be perfectly stunning.

"Yes, Master!" Sarah squealed back instinctively.  Another change, she 
knew, she just loved being called dirty names now.  It made her even 
more aroused.  Sarah also felt a wave of satisfaction at his 
recognition of her new state of being.  What good was being a slut if 
no one knew?  As he freed her breasts from their confinement she thrust 
them out, making sure he could appreciate them fully.  They were round 
and soft, and her nipples were taught with arousal, the perfect toys 
for a man's lust.  Sarah giggled as the man ran his hands over her 
seething flesh, sparking fire inside her.

"I bet you would just love to fuck me right now, wouldn't you whore?" 
Trevor prodded as he cupped Sarah's exposed and shaved mound.  She was 
very smooth, and very slick with her own juices.  Larange certainly 
knew how to treat a lady, Trevor laughed.

"Oh, yes, Master.  Can we?  Please?" Sarah moaned as she felt her 
womanhood being assaulted again.  A small flash inside her said that 
she shouldn't let this happen to her, but she couldn't help but enjoy 
having a strong masculine hand cupping and fondling her pussy mound.  
Sarah thrust herself wantonly at his hand, seeking out even more 
pleasure as his thick fingers played with her nether lips.  She writhed 
as he parted her intimate folds and probed at the gates of her passage.  

"Incredible, Master.  I just can't believe these women of yours.  Will 
you have time to let me try out your other filly today after I'm trough 
with this one?" Trevor asked as he pulled Sarah to him and let her 
press her wanton flesh against his.  

"What do you think, Molly?  Are you going to let Sarah have this man 
all to herself?" Master asked while he rubbed his hands over Molly's 
silk covered stomach.  He did so love dressing up his girls, he mused 
as he reached up and pulled her straps back over her shoulders.

"Oh, Master, you are such a pig!" Molly twisted around and pulled 
Larange's lips down to hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss.  She 
seethed for just a moment before being lost in an intimate duel of 
tongues.  She hated the thought of being passed around like some cheap 
slut.  But she was a cheap slut, just the thought of fucking Master's 
associate got her even hotter.  Part of her new conditioning had been 
to channel her rage into lust, and Molly was quite nearly overwhelmed 
by new passion now.  

After a few wonderfully long moments, Molly pulled away and smiled up 
at Master again.  "I can't let Sarah have all the fun, Master!  You 
will let me pleasure him too, right?  Though, you are my first 
priority, Master.  You are the one who turned made me a cock hungry 
slave girl."

Molly pressed herself against him again and let her hands roll across 
his back.  She didn't want him to think for a second that she didn't 
want to pleasure him first and foremost.  Molly seethed a bit at her 
subservience again, and felt her pussy just quake in response.  She was 
really horny now, and could hardly wait to actually get to the bedroom 
and satisfy some of her deep aches.  The raw hardness pressed up 
against her belly was calling to her, and Molly wanted nothing more 
than to serve it like a good slut.

"I think the girls are ready.  Let's retire to the bed room and enjoy 
ourselves." Larange suggested as he grabbed Molly's writhing ass and 
lifted her off the floor.  While he waited for Trevor to follow him, he 
carried Molly into the bedroom.  She had locked her legs around his 
waist and gently nibbled on his neck as he moved her.  He could feel 
the heat boiling inside her, and could hardly wait to indulge.

"Indeed." Trevor replied.  He pulled away from Sarah and gave her a 
playful slap on her plump ass.  "Hurry up, slut, I want to see you 
spread and ready for me on that bed."

"Yes, Master!" Sarah squealed and bounced into the bedroom.  She just 
wished that he could watch her naked titties bounce as she ran, but she 
had his orders.  She quickly plopped onto the bed and rolled onto her 
back.  Sarah spread her legs wantonly as she watched him walk into the 
room.  She could feel her pussy getting even wetter as she leered at 
the hard shaft waving between his legs.  It felt like an eternity since 
the last time she'd had her wanton pussy filled and the cock 
approaching her looked perfect.

A pair of load moans from the other bed briefly tore Sarah's attention 
away from her fate.  She turned her head just in time to see Master's 
shaft sink fully into Molly's depths.  Sarah winced at the sight.  It 
was both incredibly erotic and horribly disturbing.  They were just 
fuck toys now, Sarah shuddered even as she slipped a hand between her 
legs to keep her arousal at its peak.  She knew she didn't want this 
fate, but as she looked up at the man climbing on top of her, Sarah was 
overwhelmed by the need to have his hard shaft spearing her.

"You are such a perfect slut." Trevor moaned as Sarah's delicate 
fingers wrapped around his shaft and helped guide him to her entrance. 
She cooed slightly as she parted her nether lips with the tip of his 
shaft, gently sliding him up and down to find her entrance.  They both 
gasped as he slipped inside and then Sarah cried out as she felt 
herself being impaled by his cock.

She was in heaven again, being split open by a man.  Sarah squirmed 
back against the invader and caressed the shaft inside her in just the 
way that Master always enjoyed.  The squeals of joy from Molly told 
Sarah that much the same was happening on the other bed.  Master's 
business was done for the day, now all that was left was for his sluts 
to do their work.  Sarah lifted herself up and kissed Trevor wantonly 
as their hips ground together.  All her doubt was gone, she was for now 
a slut, a sex toy and she was going to let him know it every was 
possible.

***


“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Marcus bellowed as he heard the 
director.  After everything that had happened, he couldn’t believe he 
would have to accept this as well.

“There’s no choice, you know the facts as well as I do.  If we risk 
calling his bluff the whole world will end up just like your little 
slave girls, and we can’t risk that.” The director replied.  He wasn’t 
any happier about the decision than Marcus.  

“And how do we know he won’t do something worse?  Give him a little 
time and security and he might do worse than he’s threatening now.  We 
can’t just let him be!” Marcus screamed.  He couldn’t accept that 
Larange could be let off the hook, even given the threat he 
represented.

“We can’t guarantee that and you know it.  Still, we know he can turn 
the world population into mindless sex crazed idiots.  Civilization 
would fall, and countless millions would die since the only concern of 
the survivors will be humping anyone they can find.  He will be 
contained, on an island, and his victims won’t even know what happened 
to them after their year on his sanctuary.  They will also be quite 
well paid for their service.  I don’t like it, but if this satisfies 
that bastard than it will be a small price to pay.” The director 
explained.  The arrangement hadn’t been easily arrived at.  The Bureau 
had wanted every assurance it could get that Larange would not be able 
to threaten the world, but in the end he held the cards.  He was 
willing to give them much of their desires, but in the end there was no 
doubt that he had gotten everything he wanted.  The tropical island was 
paradise, and a first rate mansion and small village would be built to 
support Larange in exile.  He would also take in servants, women and 
men that he would be able to play with for a year before returning 
their mind and body to them and allowing them to return to their old 
lives after their lucrative service was complete.  Their wages would be 
in the hundreds of thousands dollars each, and they would remember the 
time spent as servants in his employ but not the perversions they would 
likely endure.  Larange would not be allowed off the island, and the 
Bureau would maintain a military blockade around the island with the 
promise to sink any ship that sailed without permission.  Boats were 
the only transportation allowed as well, to keep Larange properly 
caged, and long range surveillance with infrared and telescopes would 
assure that he didn’t leave the island.

“And what about Mel?  Is she going to be left like this forever?” 
Marcus asked.  He had to admit a part of him wanted her to.  She was 
just a perfect sex slave in her current state.  He did care about her 
though, and no matter how much he enjoyed her, he wanted the old Mel 
back, or at least allow her to again choose her own fate.  Marcus hoped 
something could be done for Wendy as well, though he didn’t have a 
connection to the real Wendy to draw up any deep sympathy for her, 
beyond that of anyone subjected to such a fate.  The Wendy he knew had 
no complaints, in fact she seemed totally devoted to her life at his 
feet, and it wasn’t always easy for Marcus to truly absorb the thought 
that all this was just an imposed personality, not one of her choosing.  
It didn’t help any that he wanted to believe she wanted to be his slave 
as much as she said she did.  Still, he had to try to get them back to 
normal.  There just wasn’t any other choice he could live with.

“Larange mentioned that.  He’s willing to reverse the conditioning on 
Mel and any other of the girls we have that have undergone his 
treatments.  It will have to be done on his island once he is 
established there.” The director answered.  This at least he was happy 
about.  He had known Mel for much of her time in the Bureau and to see 
her reduced to her current state sent shivers down his spine.  At times 
the director even wondered about Marcus’s true motives.  Just looking 
in Marcus’ eyes told the director everything he needed to know.  Marcus 
wanted the old Mel back, and that pleased the director more than he 
would have guessed. 

“How long will that be?” Marcus asked.  He was still fuming over 
Larange’s fate, but at least Mel and Wendy would be helped.  There 
wasn’t much he could do, the Bureau had decided, and Marcus understood.  
They didn’t have a choice.  He didn’t like it, but he couldn’t offer an 
alternative that didn’t jeopardize everyone.  That didn’t keep him from 
wanting to strangle Larange with his own hands, but in the end he 
didn’t have a choice either.

“A month.  I’m sure you’ll make do.  You’ll be on leave until then, and 
we’ll inform you of all the arrangements as soon as we have them made.  
Now please go, I have to finish making the arrangements for the 
construction projects.  I want to finish this business as soon as I 
can.” The director finished.  He had plenty more unpleasant business to 
attend to this day and Marcus had taken up enough time.  There wasn’t 
anything more he could do, but that was enough for now.

“Okay, a month then.” Marcus grumbled and walked out of the office.  
There wasn’t anything more he could do here.  Larange was being let 
off, and Marcus would have to accept that in time.  He also knew he had 
two very naked and horny women to attend to.  In some ways it was a 
chore, wonderful and sexual, but their needs were so intense that he 
didn’t want them to suffer too long.  Marcus could hardly believe that 
he felt this way about it, that having two willing sex slaves wasn’t a 
joy, but a responsibility.  

“Oh, Marcus!  You look so troubled, let me help.” Mel cooed as Marcus 
stumbled into their suite.  She was naked, as had become the custom of 
the two girls when in his quarters.  Wendy gave him a cheerful wave as 
he walked in and came out to help Mel comfort him.

“Now just lay down on the bed here and tell us all about it.” Mel 
guided him to the bed and began to give him a very skillful massage on 
his shoulders.  As she did, Wendy moved to his feet and began her own 
massage there.  As with their sexual skills, both women had the art of 
massage imprinted on their minds and Marcus appreciated every bit of 
their skill.

“Mmm.” Marcus groaned as their delicate hands did their work.  “Larange 
is going to be let off, they’re giving him his own little island 
kingdom and a steady stream of victims to play with.”

“I’m sorry, honey.  I know how much you wanted him, but I’m sure it’s 
better this way.  We wouldn’t want everyone to turn into little whores 
like me and Wendy, would we?” Mel replied.

“Yeah, then we’d have to much competition for your nice big cock, 
Master!” Wendy giggled.  That was the only downside of such a thing to 
her, aside from her master’s displeasure with it happening.  Being a 
sex slave was a natural, wonderful life, but she didn’t want to have to 
share her Master with any more women then she had to.  Mel was enough 
competition for his attentions, and Wendy didn’t want to expand the 
pool even further.

“Wendy, you just don’t understand, people don’t want to be sex slaves 
like you, and everything would fall apart if all we did was think about 
sex all the time.  Just look at me!  I used to be a top field agent 
here, and now I can’t do anything except figure out how to get this big 
hunk’s cock inside me again.  If everybody did that we wouldn’t have 
food, or electricity or anything.  So even if we have to let that evil 
man enjoy himself in a small way, it’s better than loosing our 
civilization.” Mel explained as she continued her careful massage.  She 
skillfully used her hands and body to help Marcus relax that and slowly 
bring him to a sexual boil that she could exploit.

“I guess, but I don’t care so long as Master is happy.  So do you want 
to fuck me now, Master?” Wendy giggled.  She was always offering 
herself like that, no shame, no embarrassment.  Wendy was a sex toy, 
and she didn’t want him to forget that for a moment.

“Wendy!” Mel chastised her fellow slave with a giggle.  

“It’s all right, Mel.  She’s been a good girl today, she deserves it.” 
Marcus laughed and rolled onto his back.  Just one look at Wendy’s 
alluring and eager form had him hard again.  Marcus smiled as he 
watched Wendy’s lip turn up in a wide, happy smile at the sight of his 
naked and hard cock.  “Okay, Wendy, jump on.”

Wendy squealed with joy and jumped onto the bed straddling him with a 
swiftness that impressed even Mel.  “Thank you, Master!” Wendy cooed as 
she wrapped her delicate little fingers around his shaft and guided it 
to her entrance.  Marcus moaned a bit as Wendy rubbed the tip of his 
shaft along her dripping slit to lubricate him before she slipped the 
tip of his shaft into her boiling folds.  Then with a smooth, very 
tempered motion she sank onto her master’s cock, splitting her 
perfectly tailored folds even as those folds began their working their 
magic, milking the shaft that was filling her.  

Finally Wendy giggled again and squirmed her very full pussy against 
him.  Then she bent over and pulled his hands to her quaking breasts 
and moaned shamelessly as he kneaded her tender flesh.

“Oh, that feels so good!” Wendy cooed as Marcus played with her taught 
nipples.  She always loved it when he did that, especially when she had 
her pussy stuffed full.  This was certainly the best of both worlds.

“In a month you’ll be going home, Wendy.  Larange has agreed to change 
you back to normal, you and Mel both.” Marcus stated idly as he 
squeezed her breasts longingly.  He knew he’d miss her.  In a way Wendy 
was a lot like a puppy.  She was cute, energetic and eager to please.  
Marcus knew that he’d fallen for her, not really love exactly, but he 
cared for her deeply, almost in the same way anyone cares for their 
pet.  Of course it wasn’t exactly like that, since most people didn’t 
spend hours locked in sexual embrace with the family pets.  

“I am home, Master.  I don’t ever want to leave you.” Wendy replied.  
Her words were forceful and certain.  Marcus simply nodded.  He knew 
she couldn’t understand now, her very condition prevented it.  Still, 
in a month it would be over.  He wondered if she would remember any of 
this, and he wondered if she could ever forgive him for it.  

“Don’t worry, Master, just enjoy.” Wendy cooed.  With that she started 
milking his cock in that wonderfully skillful way that only she could 
do.  Mel had all the lust to be a passionate lover, but Wendy’s very 
flesh had been rebuilt to her role as slave.  Her vagina was infinitely 
controllable, Wendy had given him a demonstration once, showing him how 
she could control each of the muscles that lined her inner walls at the 
same time.  It was nearly inhuman, but it allowed her to ripple her 
folds in a wonderfully pleasurable way, and she’d had the time to learn 
just how Marcus liked her to work.  

That was all that he needed, and Marcus drifted off into a pleasurable 
haze.  It hadn’t taken him long to reach his first release, but his two 
girls weren’t about to let him stop there.  The night slipped away so 
many others, with the three locked intimately together and climbing to 
the peak of ecstasy.

***


Larange sat back on his new beach and smiled.  He’d only been here for 
a few days and already he could see how easy it would be to make a life 
here.  It was a tropical paradise, sunny and warm, with the salt taste 
of fresh sea air enveloping him.  His mansion was everything he could 
have wanted, and he had plenty of suggestions for the remaining 
additions.  The small town of support staff was a tempting morsel as 
well, after the construction was complete it would be house his own 
people, or rather the short term victims he would be allowed to hold in 
his sway for a year at a time.  With that he would have enough variety 
to keep himself entertained forever.  

For the moment, he was enjoying the sight of the ocean slapping against 
the beach and his current assortment of slaves frolicking along the 
sandy beach.  All of them were appropriately nude, and Larange was in 
full awe of the beauty.  Even after all the carnal indulgences he’d 
taken in the last few years, he was in no way jaded.  The nude female 
was the height of art and he was fully the connoisseur.  

He was still assembling his flock.  They’d been driven to the forest 
after the raid on his main complex, and Larange was wary about bringing 
them back.  Of course, any he brought to the island would have to be 
freed in time, as with all slaves that was part of the deal.  He didn’t 
regret it, most of them were simply fodder for sale anyway, and he’d 
long since gotten his enjoyment from them.  He had no concern about 
seeing them return to their lives, with an altered perception of what 
they’d truly done in their time away.

Larange regretted that he wouldn’t be free to make up the stories 
himself.  The Bureau had final approval, since they wanted to make sure 
that his victims return to society was a smooth as possible.  

“What bother’s you, Master?” Holli asked as he handed him another 
drink.  She was also completely naked, aside from her dark rimmed 
glasses.  She was worried about him, he’d been less amorous since 
they’d reached the island.  That wasn’t very much like him, and Holli 
was concerned.

“Many things, my dear.” Larange replied and patted her ass to reassure 
her.  “I feel I’ve made a deal with the devil, placing myself on this 
island.  I know I can leave if I want, their security is no match for 
my nanotechnology.  Still, if they decide I’m bluffing or think they’ve 
gotten a way to beat my tech, I’ll be hopelessly vulnerable.”

“That could never happen, Master, you’re too well prepared.” Holli 
replied.  

“No, I’ve overlooked something.  That’s the flaw of man, you know, 
missing things.  There is somewhere a gapping whole in this plan and 
one day a smart agent at the Bureau will figure it out.  Oh I’ll find 
some of the leaks as time goes on, but in the end I’m left with just 
faith.  Faith that the Bureau will keep its word and faith that my 
contingencies will be enough to keep them at bay until I’m on my death 
bed.” Larange replied.  He laughed at himself a bit, being so serious.  
It was just like how he felt when he traveled, he always felt like he 
was forgetting something, even if he didn’t.  At least for the moment, 
he had time, and that he could enjoy.

“I have faith in you, Master.  You won’t let us down.” Holli tried to 
further bolster his confidence.  A part of her found it funny that she, 
a mere slave, could be in a position of reassuring her master, but it 
didn’t bother her.  She was here to serve, and the capacity didn’t 
really matter.

“At least you will stay at my side, Holli, if nothing else.”  Larange 
ran his hands down her thigh.  That was almost the hardest thing to 
negotiate, but in the end the Bureau folded.  Holli would stay his, 
even as he had to return all his other slaves.  In truth she’d been the 
one to return to him so many years ago, and asked him to take her back.  
He wasn’t about to go back on that now, after all she’d helped him do.  
The Bureau wasn’t about to believe him though, and so he had to insist 
in the severest terms, and thankfully they’d relented.  

“Of course, Master, I would never want to leave you again.” She cooed.  
It had been so lonely and meaningless without him.  Holli never even 
tried to turn her thoughts to those times.  Being at her Master’s side 
in the present was more then enough for her.

“I will miss the hunt though.  Just strolling through a mall or down 
the street and finding a cute smile.  That will be the hardest part 
about being stuck on this island.” Larange remarked.  He knew it too.  
Certainly he hardly went out often in the last few years, given the 
risk.  Still, it was the most fun he could remember having, the thrill 
of conquest with the risk of capture.  There wasn’t anything more 
exciting, but now it was gone.  The Bureau had insisted he not leave 
the island, since not only would it be hard to control him but he could 
have an unfortunate accident that would end civilization.  

That wasn’t quite true, but he didn’t want to diminish their fear of 
his untimely death.  That very fear protected him.  In fact, he had his 
slaves programmed to recognize the difference between an untimely and a 
timely passing.  Nanomachines inside him prevented something natural 
looking from being mistaken as such in the case of poisons or such.  He 
wasn’t bluffing though, that was for certain, if he did die an untimely 
death there would be a revenge asserted.  The depth of it wouldn’t be 
as severe as they believed, but again that belief helped him.  He 
didn’t want to end civilization, but having his enemies believe he was 
prepared to do so would keep them at bay and allow him to do what he 
really wanted to.

“There are advantages though, my sweet little slave, like being able to 
do this on an open beach.” Larange laughed and pounced out of his 
chair, grabbing Holli as he went.  With a rush he pulled her to the 
ground and rolled on top of her.  Holli squealed with delight and 
spread her legs open for him.  Her natural arousal in his presence was 
fully unleashed, and she could feel her pussy dripping with eagerness.  
She swooned at his boldness, and moaned merrily as she felt the bulge 
of his shaft pressing into her dripping folds.

“Oh, Master!” Holli cried out as he pressed into her with practiced 
ease, claiming her in high fashion.  He smiled down at her as he thrust 
into her willing flesh.  He reveled in the moment, enjoying the warmth 
of the sun, the smell of salty sea air, and the pleasures of the young 
woman spread out beneath him.

Soon they were writhing together, locked together intimately.  The 
other slave girls who had been frolicking on beach were now turned to 
the scene, absorbed by the sight of their master claiming a woman.  It 
was rare to have this view, to watch as he thrust his cock into 
feminine flesh.  Certainly every girl there had known his attentions, 
but only a few had seen him in action when they were not servicing him.  
It was a sight that struck at their very core, and every girl was soon 
stroking her fingers between her legs and across her bosom as she 
watched.  

Holli was in heaven.  All the pleasure she had ever known was engulfing 
her now.  Her master’s shaft was plowing her fields, and it was a 
wondrous feeling being split open by him.  Holli reveled in the control 
she had thanks to the changes made within her, her writhing passage 
rippled with her instructions, bring her master pleasure and keeping 
him from his ultimate release.  She thanked him again for making her a 
slave as she bucked her hips back against him.  This was all she ever 
wanted, and it was everything she could have hoped for.

Larange enjoyed himself as well.  He didn’t have the benefit of a 
slaves modified sexual ecstasy, however.  Holli was a perfect slave 
though, and Larange savored every moment spent with her.  Her breasts 
jiggled against his chest as he hammered into her tight passage.  It 
was too easy though, he lamented while he pounded his willing slave.  
Holli didn’t fight, she had no true will of her own, and that was what 
he always remembered at the end of every romp with her.  He had tried 
to instill these things in her again, but he had came to realize 
something about her in the process.  Holli had always wanted to be a 
slave, which was why she’d returned to him after being released.  He 
had taken pity on her then, and accepted, but she was a happy slave, a 
willing slave and that lacked the power Larange sought.  

In the end it was his thoughts of all the cute unsuspecting girls who 
would soon be coming to his island to work at his resort that sent him 
over the edge, not the expertly writhing form of his head slave.  In a 
way he felt sorry to Holli for that, knowing that she found so much 
value in her quality as a sex slave.  She was good, he knew, and if 
he’d wanted to he could have fetched an amazing price for her long ago, 
but she’d placed her fate in his hands.  Somehow, that alone made it 
impossible for him to let her go.  Larange contemplated that as he gave 
her a very heartfelt kiss.  In the end, he wondered if he didn’t 
honestly love her, but that was a thought for another time.

“Thank you, Master.” Holli cooed after she finished cleaning their 
shared juices from his withered shaft.  She had managed to bring him to 
another release with just her tongue and mouth, and she licked her lips 
at the thought.  

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a boat approaching the guest 
dock.  The island had two docks set up.  One was for the support 
village, and looked like any working dock in the world.  The other dock 
was one set up for guests and granted immediate access to the mansion 
and to Larange himself.  He wondered sometimes just how many guests 
would need to be entertained, but it seemed like a good idea.

He considered for a moment the state of undress of himself and his 
slaves, and decided that at least he needed to wear something.  He 
quickly pulled on his robe, and found his sandals.  This was his 
island, and he had a certain image to maintain, especially to people he 
didn’t know.  The girls could remain as they were, in fact it was an 
excellent show of exactly who was in control here, after all.  As 
Larange set off for the dock, he noticed that Holli was dutifully in 
tow behind him.  She was always good for that, he noted she did make a 
wonderful administrator for his harem and most of his affairs.  Again 
he was thankful for her presence, and was sure she’d find a way to make 
herself useful.


***

Marcus looked around him both awed and upset.  This was a 
paradise, a perfect little island, the kind of place people dreamed 
they could visit, much less live at.  All this was Larange’s and all 
for being a human monster.  Even worse it was all at the Bureau’s 
expense as well, from the island itself to the massive mansion 
overlooking the beach, to the throngs of workers who would be Larange’s 
playthings for their stay.  He was also worried, he was on his own 
here, and the only agents still on the island were overseeing the last 
of the construction on the worker village on the other side of the 
island.  From his visit to Larange’s lair, Marcus had little doubt that 
he was at Larange’s mercy for the duration of his stay.

Wendy and Mel clung to each of his sides respectively.  Each clad 
in nothing more than a sheer sundress.  As always, neither woman was 
inclined to wear much of anything, but Marcus wasn’t about to let them 
run around naked here.

“Oh, look at how pretty it is here, Master!” Wendy coed, pressing 
her ample breasts into his arm.  “Isn’t it just a shame that we girls 
can’t help improve the scenery?” She giggled.  Clearly there wouldn’t 
be a better place for her to show off her well-formed body than in such 
a perfect beachfront.  Wendy giggled again as she though of playing 
castaway with her master, three little naked castaways with nothing but 
each other to keep entertained with till someone found them, if someone 
found them.

“Maybe later, Wendy.” Marcus replied.  In truth he wouldn’t have 
minded seeing her romp along the beach without a stitch on, but this 
certainly wasn’t the time.  Of course, he was well aware if all went 
well, there might never be a time for it, but he was quite willing to 
live with that fact.

“Oh, my, it’s him!” Mel gasped as they watched Larange and Holli 
approach from the beach.  Marcus instantly noted that Holli wasn’t 
wearing a thing, aside from her glasses, and was quite aware of just 
how good she looked like that.  Mel was feeling her stomach twist as 
she looked on the man who’d done this to her.  This was the man who’d 
taken her life away and molded her into a sexual plaything, and the 
very thought of being in his hands again made her nauseous.

“Ah, such lovely women, and of course Mr. Horner.  I am so glad 
that my message was well received.  I hope that you three haven’t been 
too troubled.” Larange smiled, welcoming them to his island.  “Of 
course I must thank you.  None of this would have been possible without 
you.  Now, come let us retire to more comfortable accommodations and we 
can take care of you needs.”

Marcus simply nodded and followed, not really wanting to converse 
with this man.  Wendy and Mel followed close behind him each content 
and concerned.  Their future was in doubt in a way that their twisted 
minds found hard to understand.  They were going to be free again, but 
such a notion was contrary to their current state, to be Marcus’s 
playthings.  Each girl found the idea troubling, and neither knew quite 
what to do about it.

“Now, ladies, I see no reason to keep covered like that.  Please, 
make yourselves comfortable, I’m sure Marcus won’t mind.” Larange 
offered as they strolled along.  Both girls sighed with relief and 
threw off their dresses.  The sun fell upon them warmly, and each 
absorbed the environment around them.

Marcus grumbled to himself.  He wasn’t at all surprised that 
Larange’s word carried more weight than his, but it wasn’t a nice thing 
to know.  He did have to admit that he enjoyed the sight of the two 
women, naked and happy.  He just wished it was their real personalities 
at work.

Larange pulled up beside Mel, and gave her a casual looking over.  
“So, my dear, how have you been?  Was being a sexual plaything as bad 
as you thought?”

Mel quaked with emotion at his words.  She hated this man 
passionately, and yet she could feel herself unable to deny him his 
reply.  “No, sir, it was a lot of fun actually.  I never knew it could 
be so good to be horny all the time.  Marcus is a great lover too, and 
Wendy is so much fun to work with.  I still wish you hadn’t changed me 
though, sir.”

“I’m glad, and soon you’ll be back to your old self so enjoy your 
freedom while you still have it.  I bet you feel wonderful standing out 
here completely naked, am I right?” Larange pulled up beside her.  “And 
your beauty certainly complements our surroundings.”

Mel blushed at his comments and his roaming eyes.  He was looking 
her over like some prize animal and she was getting aroused by his 
attention.  She could feel her nipples getting harder and that familiar 
warmth began spreading between her legs.  Mel still had some control 
though, and she turned away from him, tearing herself away from his 
eyes.  “Please, don’t look at me like that.” Mel whimpered.

“Leave her be!  It’s bad enough what you’ve already done to her, 
do you need to taunt her some more?” Marcus challenged.  He was barely 
containing his anger, and Larange wasn’t helping him any.

“Oh, my, where are my manners.  I’m sorry my dear.  We’ll have to 
discuss all of this later, once everyone is comfortable.” Larange 
smiled and bowed gently to Mel.  He took up position at the head of the 
group again and they walked the rest of the way to the mansion in 
silence.  The fun would begin soon enough.  He had a few things that 
needed to be done first, but there would be plenty of time.  

Mel quaked as she followed the group.  She was still wracked by 
the needs his eyes had stirred in her.  Mel was strutting as she went, 
knowing that it emphasized her assets, and though she hated the 
thought, she couldn’t help herself.  She stole a look over at Wendy and 
saw the girl smiling.  Mel wondered just what was going through her 
mind. Knowing Wendy the only thing in her head was her latest plan to 
get Marcus in bed.

Mel wasn’t far off.  Wendy could hardly keep herself from 
planning her next encounter with her master.  She was always plotting 
that, always giggling at herself on her latest ideas.  Beyond that, she 
was quite pleased to be free of her dress, and happy to be strolling 
across the shore of an island with the sun shining down on her.  After 
that she’d get to sit around in a mansion, and if she was lucky, Marcus 
would play with her some more.  The thought that she would lose her 
devotion to him, to everything that mattered to a slave was still 
beyond her honest comprehension.  That it was his will was enough to 
satisfy any concerns, but she had no idea what that really meant for 
her.  In the end she trusted her master, and that was enough.

Marcus was grinding his teeth.  He wanted to rip Larange apart 
with his bare hands, and he knew he could.  Of course that would leave 
Mel and Wendy under his posthumous control, doomed to a life as simple-
minded sex slaves.  And after that, the whole world would fall apart, 
thanks to Larange’s well-planned revenge.  That didn’t improve his mood 
any, but he fought down his rage.  He only had to deal with this for 
another couple of days at most and then he’d be away from here, and at 
least his two girls would be themselves again.

“Please sit wherever you like.  Holli will fix us all a drink and 
then check on the machine for you girls.” Larange motioned to the seats 
scattered around the room.  He didn’t waste any time himself.  He 
rested in his favorite chair and looked around the room.  Here was 
perhaps his greatest enemy, Felix Horner, Marcus to the Bureau, the man 
who’d found him in the first place.  Mel had done her part as well, but 
she was under his control now, no longer a real threat.  Her 
programming forbid her to defy Larange, or do him direct harm.  He had 
considered placing her under full Asimov constraints, but Larange had 
thought it too likely to raise suspicions and he didn’t want that.  He 
was in full control here, and it was time for him to deal with his last 
and greatest threat.

Holli scampered around the room giving everyone their drinks.  
She had done as instructed, and soon each of the guests would be under.  
Then the next part of the work would begin.

“Cheers!” Larange smiled and downed his drink.

Marcus swished the liquid before him for a moment.  He knew it 
might be drugged, and that worried him a bit.  Of course, there wasn’t 
anything he could really do about it.  If Larange meant him ill, there 
wasn’t any way he was going to be able to get off the island safely.  
The very controls that were meant to keep Larange at bay would keep him 
trapped as well.  The boat he rode in on wouldn’t be back for five 
days, and not even the agents still on the island would risk helping 
him.  There wasn’t anything he could do, so he lifted the glass to his 
lips and drank it down.  Marcus felt the effects as soon as he’d placed 
the glass back on the table.  He cursed at Larange one more time as he 
swooned and watched everything blurred around him before he slumped 
into his chair.

Mel and Wendy hadn’t been nearly as suspicious but they were just 
as unconscious.  Larange took in the sight and laughed.  The last piece 
of the puzzle for now, and Holli had already summoned the girls to take 
care of their guests.  Two each for an unconscious form and they hauled 
them off to the programming chamber.  Larange went over the plan one 
more time, trying to find that missing piece of it.  It wouldn’t come 
though, and he only hoped he’d find it tomorrow.

***

Marcus groaned and sat up in his chair.  He didn’t feel too 
badly, but he shouldn’t have been unconscious.  It didn’t take him long 
at all to figure out that something had gone wrong.  He pulled himself 
up to see Larange’s smiling face.  It was not something Marcus was very 
happy to see.

“Good morning, my friend.  I hope you’re doing well.” Larange sat 
back in his chair and watched as Marcus recovered himself.

“What did you do to me?” Marcus barked.  He took a moment to look 
around and noticed that both Wendy and Mel weren’t in the room.  “And 
what did you do with Wendy and Mel?”

“Don’t worry, their reconditioning is a far more involved process 
than you were subjected to.  They will be in treatment for another two 
days.  As for your treatment, well I’m sorry about that, but I doubt 
you would keep yourself out of my business for very long.  Simply put, 
I placed a few controls on your behavior to prevent you from troubling 
me.  Don’t worry though, you won’t remember that fact, or that you were 
treated at all, cognitive dissonance generally has a negative effect on 
treatments.  This will just fade away in a minute.” Larange explained.  
It was a simple process, Marcus just wouldn’t be able to keep the 
knowledge of his conditioning in his mind.  It was a problem Larange 
had encountered with his infiltration units.  To make them effective 
they had to retain as much of their natural personalities as possible, 
but that often conflicted with their duties and tasks, and in the end 
the conflict rendered them basically insane.  For all the trouble 
Marcus had caused, Larange still had a degree of respect for him, and 
didn’t want to harm him unduly.  As much as Larange would gain some 
satisfaction from knowing that Marcus was aware of his state, Larange 
didn’t want to risk the damage to Marcus’ mind.

Marcus was about to yell at Larange again when he felt a sudden 
wash of fuzziness in his head.  The anger still lingered, but suddenly 
he didn’t know why he was so upset.  Certainly Larange was the target 
of a lot of his legitimate hostility, but none of the standing reasons 
seemed right for his current fury.  Marcus let it go, with everything 
going on there wasn’t much more that he could hope to accomplish by 
further outbursts, especially while Mel and Wendy were still under his 
direct control.

Larange fought not to laugh out loud as he watched Marcus go 
through the stages of confusion that his new conditioning subjected him 
too.  At least now Marcus would be easier to deal with.  He’d still be 
hostile, but he wouldn’t be able to carry through with any threat now.  
Another enemy diverted, Larange smiled.

“Now there’s no reason for us to simply wait in boredom while we 
await the completion of your friend’s reconditioning.  I have plenty of 
entertainment possibilities.  Girls, please come in.” Larange boomed.  
He sat back and waited for the show to commence.

Marcus was about to bark at him when he turned to see Sarah and 
Molly strutting into the room, each dressed only in a frilly white pair 
of panties.  Both women looked ravishing, and Marcus couldn’t deny a 
sudden surge of desire just looking at them, especially Molly.  Her 
long brown hair flowing over her perfect curves sent Marcus reeling.  
In fact, he couldn’t think straight, sexual attraction was always 
distracting, but this was far more potent.  Without even thinking, 
Marcus tore off his clothes and jumped over to Molly.  

Molly squealed as Marcus grabbed her and threw her on top of a 
bed of pillows.  She was already aching with need as well, a 
conditioned response that Master had not yet removed.  Her mind barely 
even processed her state any more, she had slipped so fully into the 
role of a sex slave that she no longer felt overwhelmed by it.  As her 
back hit the pillows, she pulled open her legs, eager for this new man 
to plow into her, to give her another release.  Somewhere inside, a 
part of her raged impotently against her needs, but it was a voice lost 
in the background of her overwhelming desire.

Marcus was out of control and he knew it.  He’d never been so 
animalistic before, even with two completely willing sex slaves at his 
beck and call.  He didn’t know what had came over him, but he needed to 
claim this woman now, and he reached down and ripped her panties from 
her waist with one violent pull.  He smiled at the welcome scent of 
aroused female and the sight of Molly’s eager form spread before him.  
He tossed the shredded remains of her panties over his shoulder and 
then moved to mount her.  Marcus wrapped a hand over each of her firm 
mounds and squeezed them possessively as he positioned himself atop her 
expertly.  Then with a howl of pleasure he thrust firmly into her 
claiming her flesh and enjoying the tight heat of the eager slut 
beneath writhing beneath him.

Molly moaned as she was manhandled.  She spread herself wantonly 
and cried out shamelessly as Marcus shoved his cock into her depths.  
He was savage, almost beastly as he fucked her mercilessly, and Molly 
fucked him back with equal passion.  Her breasts ached wonderfully as 
he squeezed them mercilessly.  In her whole life she’d never been taken 
like this, treated as nothing more than an animal in heat.  Even Master 
held beck, but not this man, he was claiming her completely.  It was 
riveting, powerful, and Molly was lost to the magnificent energy of 
this man as he took her.  

Marcus was lost as well, absorbed by his own drive.  He didn’t 
know what he was doing, but he couldn’t control himself.  The woman 
under him was just so perfect, so passionate, that he was absorbed in 
the act.  Their bodies merged together, writhing and pounding with 
untamed lust.  Their voices echoed the animal power coursing through 
them, grunting and moaning as they savored their union.

 Larange watched all of this happily, knowing that he was 
witnessing the passion that Marcus would unleash on his future 
partners.  Larange’s hand slipped down and patted Sarah’s head as she 
worked her own magic tongue over his shaft.  One more enemy was taken 
care of, and soon he’d have his island empty of guests again, and he 
could enjoy himself.  He’d already taken a few tours of the support 
village and picked out his first new subjects for enjoyment.  Once this 
business was taken care of, he’d be able to enjoy that pleasure again.  
In the meanwhile, Larange was perfectly content to let his enemy 
indulge his new animal passions in one of the island’s slave girls.

***

Marcus looked over his two charges with a bit of relief.  It had 
been a long week, and he hadn’t seen either Mel or Wendy in that time.  
Larange had said it was part of the process, but that hadn’t allayed 
Marcus’ concern for them.  He was pleased to see both of them dress 
normally, and not squirming to get out of the clothes.  Mel was wearing 
a simple blouse and slacks, nothing fancy, and certainly not very 
showy.  In fact, it was something that Mel would have worn before her 
programming.  Wendy was wearing a simple blouse as well along with a 
skirt that just hid her knees from view.  Both women held themselves 
together in a very dignified way, and neither went out of her way to 
submit herself before Marcus.  He smiled at that, relieved that they’d 
came this far, and he hoped he’d find out how much they had fully 
returned later.

“Are you two all right?” Marcus asked as they came out into the 
room.  Both were smiling, another welcome sign to him.

“I feel a lot better now, no strange impulses or anything.” Mel 
replied.  “It’s almost strange.  I can remember everything, what we 
did, how it felt, and it was all exactly as it should have been, but I 
don’t feel the insatiable need to do them again, Partner.”

“Um, can you tell me what’s going on?” Wendy asked.  She looked 
very confused.  “Who are you and what am I doing here?”

“You don’t remember us honey?” Mel asked.  She placed her hand on 
Wendy’s arm to comfort her.  

Wendy shook her head.  “Not really, the last thing I remember was 
walking home from soccer practice and then waking up in that room.  
What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry, my dear, you’ve just recovered from a long ordeal.  
You have been in a coma for some time now, but you’ve just recently 
recovered.  I’m not surprised you’ve forgotten much of what’s happened 
in the last few days.  Marcus and Mel are here to escort you on the 
first leg of your trip home.  Once you awoke we were able to contact 
your family and let them know you were all right.  Now it is time to 
catch the boat to the airport.  I’m sorry I couldn’t get to know you 
better but it is time for you three to be going.” Larange explained.  
He’d watched the scene from the side of the room.  He didn’t have much 
of a stake in the rest of this exchange, and honestly wanted them off 
his island.  He couldn’t have any more fun with them so there wasn’t 
any reason to keep them around any longer then necessary.  He was 
pleased to see the reversal program work so well, even after the depth 
of immersion both women had been subjected to.  

“Really?  I guess that’s why I feel so odd.  My whole body is 
tingling like it’s been asleep.” Wendy remarked.  She definitely felt 
weird, but it was more than just tingling.  Somehow it didn’t feel like 
her body was the same as it should have been.  She supposed she’d grown 
some while in a coma, but that didn’t seem like a sufficient 
explanation for just how weird everything felt.  Even the clothing she 
wore felt strange, like she wasn’t used to wearing it, but that was 
just too bizarre a notion to even consider.

“I don’t want to rush you, but we really need to be going.  Our 
bags have already been loaded, so they’re just waiting on us.” Marcus 
pushed.  He didn’t want to wait here any longer then necessary.  The 
sooner he got these girls off the island the sooner they’d get a full 
and proper checkup.  There wasn’t anything more that would be done for 
them here, of that Marcus had no doubt.

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t follow you out, I do have my own 
business to attend to.  Have a pleasant trip.” Larange helped move the 
group along.  Wendy was still somewhat dazed and disoriented, and Mel 
wasn’t in a lot better condition.  Finally, though they began to move, 
and he watched with some satisfaction as they left his mansion and 
headed off to the boat.  Now he could get back to his own pursuits in 
full, without these distractions.

Marcus led the girls out and turned to Mel as they walked down 
the wooden path to the dock.  “You really remember everything?”

“Yes, Master.” Mel giggled as she whispered the last word.  
“Don’t worry, I forgive you, it’s not like I gave you much of a choice.  
It was a lot of fun too, in a twisted kind of way.  I am going to have 
to think about our relationship though.  After I’ve had a few days on 
my own, then we’ll have to talk.  Okay?”

“Yes, thanks.  It’s kind of weird for me too, all of this has 
been like some crazy dream.  I don’t even know what to think anymore.  
At least Wendy will be going home now.” Marcus replied.  He really 
didn’t know what to say.  He’d been taking advantage of Mel and Wendy 
for so long, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.  He did believe in Mel’s 
forgiveness, but he also knew he could never ask for it from Wendy.  
That was even more true since she didn’t seem to remember him at all, 
much less his role in her life for the last few months.
They boarded the boat without further conversation and were soon 
off to the local island with the airport to home.  Even being local it 
was still a several hour voyage, and Marcus had taken to sitting on the 
deck and watching the waves roll by.  He had a lot on his mind, and 
rolled over the issues as he rested.  There was so much that he’d done.  
Marcus felt so guilty about it.  Not so much because of his deeds 
exactly, since he’d had little choice at each juncture, but because 
he’d enjoyed it so much.  He couldn’t deny just how wonderful having 
two gorgeous slave girls had been, even given the headaches of their 
insatiable needs and lewd behavior.  It was that enjoyment that haunted 
him now, he’d had his taste of power, and sure he’d done everything he 
could to restore them.  Yet he still let himself indulge in the 
pleasures they offered so freely.  Marcus didn’t know just what he 
could do about it now, just how to atone, but at least both women had 
been restored, and he could be thankful for that.

“Hi there!” Wendy giggled, looking down at Marcus with a wide and 
wicked smile on her face.

“Hello, Wendy, how are you doing?” Marcus asked.  He was a little 
surprised to see her now, since she’d kept away from him so far this 
trip.  Her grin worried him as well, she didn’t look like she was just 
coming over to visit.

“Okay, I’ve just been a little lonely and I though you’d be good 
company.” Wendy giggled again and sat down on the edge of his chair.  
“And I wanted to thank you for helping me.”

“Oh, there’s no need, I’m just doing my job.” Marcus said, hoping 
to cut her off.  He wasn’t sure where she was going, but the tone of 
her voice was very alluring.  Marcus certainly didn’t want to encourage 
her.

“Don’t be silly, it’s only right that a woman reward her hero.” 
Wendy grabbed his hand and pulled it to her chest.  She helped him 
squeeze her breast through her blouse and moaned.

“Wendy, you shouldn’t do this.” Marcus pulled his hand away.  
He’d been tempted though, her flesh was still tempting, and he was 
curious as well.  All of his encounters had been with the slave girl 
Wendy in her greatly augmented body, and now she was back to normal.  
Now he knew how her smaller, perky breasts felt to his touch, and he 
couldn’t help but wonder just how much the rest of her had changed.

“I know you want me.” Wendy smiled, running a hand over his 
crotch and rubbing against the outline of his hard shaft.  “And I want 
you.”

Marcus was about to object again when Wendy fell upon him and 
kissed him fully on the lips.  She pressed her body against him 
longingly as her tongue darted into his mouth.  His resistance just 
melted at that point, he couldn’t control himself anymore.  He wrapped 
his arms around her and kissed her back just as passionately.  

After a minute Wendy pulled back, breaking their kiss.  She 
smiled seductively and sat back as her fingers began their work on the 
buttons of her blouse.  Marcus watched as Wendy slowly pulled her top 
open, one button at a time, until a perfect pair of brazier encased 
adolescent breasts came fully into view.  Marcus didn’t wait for her to 
continue before he reached up and cupped her lovely orbs.  Wendy moaned 
as he kneaded her flesh through the silky fabric of her bra.  While 
Marcus played, she reached behind her back and unclasped the 
restraining garment.  Marcus pulled it away smoothly and savored the 
sight of Wendy’s now naked bosom.  Her breasts were round and perky, 
and her little pink nipples were poking out proudly into the air, both 
hard with arousal.

“You are so beautiful.” Marcus said as he reached up and cupped 
the perfect bosom before him.  Her breasts were wonderfully firm, and 
Marcus loved how she moaned when he played with the hardened tips of 
her nipples.  

Wendy blushed a little at his words, but smiled wickedly again.  
“It’s your turn now!”

With that she pulled herself off of Marcus and fell upon his 
shorts.  With skillful speed Wendy had pulled his shorts and briefs 
free, leaving his shaft rising freely into the air.  With a look of 
reverence in her eyes she knelt beside him and took his cock into her 
hands.  Marcus moaned as her delicate little fingers ran over his eager 
flesh.  He was beyond control now, and he grabbed Wendy and lifted her 
over his waist.  She understood what he wanted and parted her legs to 
straddle him.

Wendy hiked up her skirt as she knelt over his waist, and smiled 
as she revealed her naked crotch.  “I bet you didn’t know that I woke 
up without any panties on today!”

Marcus simply laughed as he watched Wendy grab hold of his cock 
and guide it to her entrance.  They both moaned as he slipped inside 
and Wendy impaled herself.  She wiggled her hips as the last inch of 
his shaft sank into her then looked up into his eyes.  “Master wanted 
you to have me one more time as a gift.  I won’t remember this after 
we’re done, except maybe in my dreams.  He wanted to thank you for 
everything that you’ve done for him.  Isn’t that great?  And I get the 
chance to enjoy you one more time too.  I was something of a little 
vixen back at my high school, and Master let me keep some of my sexual 
technique programming so I could have fun with the boys back home.  So 
give me one last fuck to remember you by!”

Marcus was beyond words now.  Even Wendy’s ominous speech barely 
registered in his mind.  He was aroused, and that pressure kept him 
from fully thinking things through.  Marcus knew this was all wrong, 
but his mind wasn’t in control.  His lust was in charge, and having a 
lovely young woman impaled on his shaft was enough to keep any 
resistance at bay.  He rutted into her savagely, and she responded in 
kind, writhing against him shamelessly.  It was completely animalistic, 
an absolute merging of flesh without thought.

Time lost all meaning as they became one.  The pleasure was 
immense, almost overwhelming, and their shared stamina would have been 
surprising if not for their long experience together.  Finally it was 
enough, and they came together in a marvelous cry of ecstasy.

Marcus held Wendy’s snoozing form to his side as he looked out at 
the stars.  Her words sent chills through him now.  She was still under 
Larange’s control, even if no longer a sex starved puppet.  Any notion 
of his own possible corruption slipped from his thoughts before it 
could fully form, but he was still concerned.  He’d gone through all of 
this and Larange was still a threat, still capable of destroying the 
world on a whim.  Marcus wished he could do more, but at the least he’d 
brought these two women back as far as he could.  He wished he could 
say that they were restored fully, but he already knew that wasn’t 
true, and he was left wondering what Mel had retained of her 
transformation.  It didn’t matter though, Marcus knew, they’d work 
through it together just as they had so far.  From here on he’d worry 
about Mel, he couldn’t save the rest of the world, but at least he 
could do his best to save her.  From here it was all he could do.

***


Larange watched cheerfully as the boat steamed away.  It would be 
another week before the next boat, and soon the boats would only come 
once a month.  Then he would be alone with his pets, and free to fully 
indulge his tastes.  

Now he had to attend to rather unpleasant business.  He frowned at the 
two girls standing dutifully in front of him, each naked as was the 
custom for the women in his mansion who were under his control.  Sarah 
and Molly both looked forward, wantonly at their master.  The sights 
and smells of their arousal were evident, and Larange let his hands 
roam their eager flesh with a light touch.  He stared at them, each a 
living goddess.  Their minds had been molded, but their flesh was the 
same as the day they’d arrived.  Their innate charm had diminished with 
the strength of their own will.  They were slaves now, reduced to mere 
objects, only a step removed from his pixie slaves.  

Pixie slaves, now those were something he hadn’t thought about in some 
time.  Larange was happy for his new circumstances for that at least.  
The pixies had always been the rejects or the castoffs, the women who 
didn’t ever or no longer interested him.  Since he couldn’t let them 
go, he molded them into a form perfect for entertaining his guests or 
selling on the slave market.  Now that he had to return his pets he 
would no longer have need to make more pixies.  When he tired of them, 
he’d simply revert them back to their original selves and let them go.  
His old pixies had slowly been returning over the last few weeks, most 
had been scattered after the raid on his old facility.  They were being 
returned to normal and let go with an acceptable back-story.

The pixies weren’t the only girls that had to be returned though, and 
it was time for Sarah and Molly to undergo their own deprogramming.  In 
truth, Larange was tired of them now.  He looked back fondly on their 
first days in his care, their slow realization of their subjugation.  
Larange regretted that he had been forced to accelerate his control 
over them in the past few months, but that had been necessary to 
position allies on the outside.  Now they were merely willing fuck toys 
and that held very little interest for him any more.

“Thank you girls.  You can go to the programming chamber now.” Larange 
nodded and watched as their perfect rears swayed out of the room.  He 
had to admit their elegant forms still held all of their original 
allure.  He wondered idly about how they would look on the deck of the 
ship as they sailed away dressed and free of his control.  There was 
something enticing in that image, but he had little choice, their 
agreement had to be honored.

“Master, I just brought your new maid to the mansion.  She’s waiting 
for you in the sitting room.” Holli chimed, doing her part to keep her 
master on pleasant thoughts rather than depressed ones.  Larange turned 
to look at her.  She was dressed now, in a simple blouse and short 
skirt, a very appealing look for her, he mused.  Since the workers at 
the village weren’t all permanent staff he couldn’t just convert them 
so that Holli could walk around naked.  

“Good, why don’t you get us some drinks and get more comfortable while 
I introduce myself.  She has been given the initial treatment, 
correct?” Larange asked as he straightened his shirt.  He always loved 
introductions, and this was the first one he’d been able to do in his 
mansion.  This would also be his first new girl in some time and he 
wanted to savor the moment.

“Of course, Master, she’s been prepared for you.  Now please, go, I’ll 
be along in a minute.” Holli prodded as she pulled off her blouse.  She 
didn’t like to see him beating himself up, he needed to enjoy himself, 
and she knew his next pleasures would come from the girl in that room.

Larange nodded his thanks and walked into the room.  He was always 
thankful for her aid, and her attention to his needs.  The rest of his 
world could be just his plaything, but Holli he did truly care for.

He walked out into the sitting room a moment later and was pleased with 
what he saw.  The girl before him couldn’t have been over twenty, she 
was nicely curved and her main of light brown hair flowed around her 
magically.  She looked nervous and shy, a combination that was just 
darling on her sweetly rounded face.  Holli had chose well, Larange 
smiled as he took a seat across from her.

“Hello, my lady, I am Doctor Larange, I hear that you are to be my new 
maid.  May I ask your name?” 

“I’m Ashley Parner, sir, thank you for meeting me like this.  I never 
would have expected someone as important as you to meet me personally.” 
Ashley squeaked sheepishly.  It was obvious she was the quiet reserved 
type, and Larange was almost drooling at the pleasure her service would 
bring.

“Oh, it isn’t a bother, I make it a point to always deal personally 
with all my staff, so that we can always enjoy a pleasant environment 
here.” Larange paused as he heard the door open behind him.  “Ah, Holli 
must be here with our drinks.”

Larange watched as Ashley’s eyes bulged and her mouth dropped.  Holli 
was of course completely bare, except for her glasses, as she carried 
in the tray of drinks.  

“What?  Why is she naked?” Ashley whimpered, unable to look away from 
Holli as she walked over to Larange.  Her fear and horror etched deeply 
into her face.

“Why it is just the uniform here, Ashley.  I’m sure it’s strange now, 
but you’ll get used to it, won’t she Holli?” Larange asked as he 
reached out and squeezed her naked rear.  

“Oh yes.  I mean if a slave isn’t naked how else can she serve her 
master’s whims?” Holli wiggled back against his caress, enjoying his 
firm hand on her ass.

“No!  You’re crazy, I’m supposed to be a maid!” Ashley whined, clearly 
wanting to bolt from the room, but just a certainly locked in place on 
the couch.  Holli had administered an initial dose of nanobots into 
Ashley before bringing her to the mansion, and now the girl was firmly 
leashed.

“Oh, you will be a maid, Ashley, but you will also have other duties.  
Actually, I see no reason for you to delay your proper introduction to 
my household.  Please, disrobe so I can see just what kind of a new 
slave girl I have.  Then perhaps Holli and I can introduce you fully to 
your new duties.” Larange smiled and savored every moment of confused 
anguish on Ashley’s face.  She didn’t know what was happening, and this 
was all so completely overwhelming.  This was supposed to be a simple 
maid job for one year for an eccentric millionaire on his own island.  

Even more bizarre, Ashley couldn’t help herself.  She found herself on 
her feet at his command with her hands unbuttoning her blouse.  It was 
so strange, she knew she shouldn’t be listening to him, but at the 
moment, his suggestion that she introduce herself in the nude seemed 
like a good idea.  Ashley didn’t know where that notion came from, in 
fact she new she shouldn’t disrobe for any job.  Still she felt very 
satisfied when she unhooked her bra and slipped it off exposing her 
pert little breasts.  Even better still was the rush she got when she 
slipped off her slacks and panties and finally stood naked in front of 
her new employer.  Certainly there could be no better introduction than 
one in the nude, there wouldn’t be any secrets between them that way.  
Still she couldn’t help but blush as he looked her over, his eyes 
travelling over her firm breasts, her slender waist and finally her 
well-trimmed bush.  Ashley had never stood in front of a man like this 
before, but she felt compelled to thrust out her breasts and spread her 
legs for him so he could see just how lovely she was.

“Oh, my dear Ashley, you are a find.  I know we’ll all enjoy every 
moment of your stay with us, and every pleasure your sexy little body 
can give.  Now, let’s retire to my bed room and I can complete our 
introductions.” Larange smiled and led the girls on to his chamber.  
The spell Ashley was under would fade soon and her true resistance 
would begin.  Larange looked forward to it, subjugating such an 
innocent and lovely creature was so compelling he was nearly giddy.  He 
turned around and let his new maid walk up to him.  Then he reached out 
and cupped her breasts, enjoying their softness and Ashley’s throaty 
moan as he molded her flesh and pinched her nipples.  His thoughts 
drifted back over the troubles of the last few months, the necessary 
threats and dangerous moments.  He didn’t want that kind of 
responsibility, all he wanted was to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, 
like the perfect young woman pressed against him now.  Certainly there 
could be no better joy than this, he thought.  With such pleasure at 
his fingertips, he mused, why would I want to rule the world?

The End

Well that's it, took me long enough didn't it?  :)  Well I hope you 
enjoyed it, but either way please feel free to drop me your comments at 
farleven@yahoo.com.  I do read them all, and will eventually reply, 
though I can't promise a very timely response.  :)  Until next time, 
have fun.

