Author: Farleven
Title: Cherished Memories
Keywords: mc, nc, MF, mf, inc

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Cherished Memories
Farleven
Febuary 2001


Sylvia flipped another page of her photo album.  A simple sigh passed her lips 
as she looked over the nearly memorized, fading images in the dog-eared 
collection.  It was like being there all over again, camping out with her family 
when she had just turned 13.  It was perhaps her most cherished memory, the last 
truly happy moment in Sylvia's life.  Her father had packed up the family, a 
stereotypical American ensemble with dad, mom, son and daughter.  They'd trekked 
off to the mountains for a retreat from the bustle of the city and the drudgery 
of work.  Sylvia remembered sneaking off after her father as he set out for a 
sunrise battle with the fish in a nearby river.  Her father simply smiled when 
finally she popped out of the bushes on the riverbank behind him and they sat, 
with Sylvia curled under his arm to watch the sun break over the horizon, 
perfectly set over the river and framed by the trees and mountains on each side.

Sylvia pulled the book up and hugged herself consumed in her reminiscing.  It 
hadn't been long after that that her parents had died in a car accident on their 
way to work, killed by a man paying too much attention to his cell phone as he 
raced down the highway.  After that, Sylvia and her brother bounced around the 
homes of relatives and friends until finally, she escaped off to college.  Her 
life had been a jumble and she sought out meaning and family at school.  She 
spent a few years in the sororities, but she found little solace there.  Sylvia 
eventually muddled her way through a degree in accounting and settled into a 
menial job at a large firm.  By now all that was left to her was her brother and 
the memories of the good times she had of times gone by.

Work itself was an instrument of displeasure.  Her job was boring and menial, 
not that she expected better, and her boss and male coworkers were a 
chauvinistic bunch.  Most of the other women didn't seam to mind their behavior, 
their leers and rude comments, but Sylvia's patience soon wore thin.  Her own 
sex life had been rather short, she'd experimented with a few boyfriends over 
the years, but none of her experiences were memorable.  In truth she felt a bit 
sorry for herself, wishing she could have the good times that her sorority 
sisters seamed to have.  But to top that off with being leered at by a bunch of 
self-serving and uncaring men was more than Sylvia could really stand.

Finally, she decided to approach her boss' superior and request some relief to 
the obviously worsening behavior of the men working with her.  Sylvia waited for 
only a few minutes in her outer office before being called in.

"Hello, Sylvia, what can I do for you?" Ms. Julie Verner asked as her employee 
took a seat across from her.  

"I wanted to talk to you about the working conditions in accounting, Ms. 
Verner." Sylvia said.  She looked over Julie carefully.  Sylvia knew little 
about this woman, save she was in charge of this entire office.  She was also 
had an obvious beauty that was well crafted for her short hair and business 
suits.  Sylvia was sure that such a confident and prominent women would help 
right the wrongs taking place under her.

"Oh, yes, I remember now.  I hate to say that I've received complaints about Mr. 
Graves before.  I'm sorry that he's decided to continue, and rest assured I will 
correct the problem." Julie said.  Her features took on a look of obvious 
displeasure.

"Thank you." Sylvia replied.  She was more than pleased with the result, though 
she was slightly disturbed that there had been complaints before.  Still, if the 
problem were resolved, Sylvia would be happy.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that.  I'm going to set you up with a week 
at our coporate retreat.  By the time you get back, I assure you that everything 
will be as it should be." Julie continued.

"You don't have to do that." 

"Nonsense, I can't very well having my team members frazzled like this kind of 
thing can do.  I can tell you could use a little vacation, and I assure you that 
you'll have no trouble relaxing." 

"Okay, Ms. Verner, thank you for being so kind."  Sylvia was shocked by the 
generosity of her boss, and she quickly started to look forward to some time off 
work where she could relax.

"Just doing my job, Sylvia, and I'll be happy to have you back with us in a 
week.  My secretary will give you all the details for your trip.  Enjoy." Julie 
dismissed her employee and turned back to her work as soon as Sylvia left.  It 
was another workday after all.

***


Sylvia took a moment to enjoy the view from the entrance of the resort.  The 
resort was nestled on the side of a mountain, overlooking a picturesque view of 
a tree-lined valley that descended into a mist.  The scene stirred her memories 
of her last trip with her family so long ago.  She stood there for countless 
minutes taking in the warm feelings stirred inside her before pulling herself 
together and entering the resort.

"Welcome to the Pinnacle Resort, you're Sylvia, correct?" Asked the clerk as 
Sylvia strolled in the front door.

"Yes, how did you know?" Slightly stunned that the staff would know her on 
sight.

"Ms. Verner gave us special instructions to give you our best care.  I hope 
you're ready to enjoy yourself." The clerk answered cheerfully, taking Sylvia's 
bags.

"I just want to forget about work for a few days and relax." Sylvia commented.

"Don't worry, we're a first class resort and we live to serve.  You can be sure 
you're every need will be met while you're here.  If ever you need something 
don't hesitate to call my desk.  Also, everything is covered so don't worry 
about the bill, Ms. Verner has extended you a full line of credit for your 
enjoyment.  Please follow me and I'll show you to your room."
Sylvia was stunned at the sheer helpfulness of the staff and Julie's generosity.  
Sylvia had never been one to take advantage of others, but she didn't want to 
refuse her boss' gifts.  She was quickly coming to anticipate having a good rest 
here.

The resort was fairly standard fair with pools, spas, and leisure rooms in 
addition to the staff who were skilled in nearly every art of pampering known to 
man.  By the end of her first day Sylvia was in heaven, scarcely believing just 
how wonderful it felt to be waited on hand and foot.  All the tension of the 
past several years seemed to slip away under the careful handling of a masseuse.  
Sylvia didn't even want to move for hours afterward, she was so relaxed.  After 
that, a fine meal and a long bath awaited her until finally she went to bed, 
luxuriating in the silk sheets and cloud like mattress.

In the middle of the night, Sylvia was roused by noises in her room.  She shot 
up and found herself being grabbed by both arms.  Before she had a chance to cry 
out she felt the shock of an injection on her right arm and drifted back into 
unconsciousness.

Sylvia slowly awoke again some time later.  She quickly realized that she was 
strapped to some kind of chair, and that her head seemed encased in some kind of 
helmet.  Sylvia struggled for a moment, though her efforts resulted in little 
more than a few ruffled sounds and puffs of breath from the effort.

"Hello, Sylvia, I'm glad you finally decided to wake up.  I do so hate it when 
I'm kept waiting." Replied a gruff voice from beside Sylvia.  She tried to turn 
her head, but found that it too was strapped tightly in place.

"I'm sorry, but we must get started, you've delayed me enough already.  We'll 
have plenty of time for introductions later." The voice said in response to her 
movement.

"What are you doing to me?" Sylvia whimpered.  She didn't like this at all.  

"As I said, we'll have time for that later, besides you'll understand fully in a 
few hours better than I can explain now.  Please, relax, this can be rather 
painful if you fight it." The voice answered.

Sylvia was little relieved by the response, though a strange tingling filled her 
head before she could form another frightened question.  The tingling gave way 
to another set of stronger shocks coursing through her skull.  In another 
moment, the pain seemed to magnify and Sylvia lost her ability to think 
straight.  Simply, she screamed, locked in the strange horror that was consuming 
her thoughts as sparks seamed to be jumping inside her head.  

The fireworks exploding within her head finally abated an unknown amount of time 
later.  Sylvia simply panted with relief, her throat dry and raspy from her 
cries.  She wondered just what was being done to her, when a strangely handsome 
man walked up in front of her and began to undo her restraints.

"Hello, Sylvia, how are you feeling?" He asked while he unbuckled the straps 
that had held her head down.

"What did you do to me?" Sylvia asked as she rubbed her wrists and pulled out of 
the chair and away from man.

"Simply what you came here for, Sylvia.  My name is Jacob by the way." He 
answered.

"What are you talking about?" Sylvia asked.  She couldn't imagine that she had 
somehow requested that she be abducted during the night and partially 
electrocuted.

"Don't you remember why you came here?" Jacob asked with a strangely knowing 
look on her face.

Sylvia answered before she'd even had a chance to consider the question.  "Of 
course, I came here to be turned into a sex toy for my coworkers."

Sylvia clasped her mouth in shock.  She couldn't believe she'd just said that.  
"No, that's not right!"

"Come on, think back to when you checked in here, Sylvia." Jacob replied to her 
stunned response.

Sylvia turned inward for a moment to examine her memories.  She couldn't believe 
her own words, but her mind was betraying her as well.  Sylvia remembered 
checking in and requesting to be turned into a first class office slut slave.  

"Why did I do that?  I don't want to become some office whore!" Sylvia balked, 
afraid more than she could remember.  How could she have ever made such a 
request?  She didn't know what could have possessed her, but she couldn't deny 
her own memory.

"I don't know, Sylvia, I'm just here to help you along, would you like to go 
back to your room and rest?" Jacob asked politely, opening the door to the room.

"Yeah," Sylvia sputtered, feeling fatigued suddenly.  She didn't even take 
notice of anything else around her until she was falling onto her bed.  Sylvia 
barely even had a stray thought before plunging into a fitful sleep.

The next day she found herself accepting a breakfast date with Jacob.  She 
didn't know what was going on but he was certainly involved.  Sylvia didn't seem 
to be able to bring herself to leave so at the very least she wanted to know 
what was happening.

"Good morning, Sylvia, how are you doing?" Jacob welcomed as she pulled up a 
chair beside him.  She was dressed in a loose blouse and slacks, and her hair 
was pulled back in a ponytail.  Sylvia hadn't felt like putting much effort into 
her appearance this morning even though she still noticed she was turning heads.

"Okay for a person who seams to have gone crazy." Sylvia replied.  It was the 
only answer she could come up with for her strange request of the resort staff.  
It was completely beyond her comprehension that she would do such a thing.  
Sylvia also was concerned that she couldn't bring herself to leave, especially 
given what she was apparently staying for.

"You're not crazy, just seeing the world differently, it's part of your 
treatments." Jacob commented as he slowly ate his breakfast.

"What treatments?  Have you people made me this way?" Sylvia yelled.  She 
certainly didn't like that idea one bit.  She remembered the chair now and the 
pain in her head.  Sylvia realized what that meant an instant later.

"In a sense, but that's our job.  Besides, you understand that you can't leave 
the program until your treatments are finished.  So, I may as well answer your 
questions honestly." Jacob answered calmly, sipping at a glass of orange juice.

"What are you people doing to me?" Sylvia sobbed.  Jacob's detached demeanor was 
just adding fuel to her inner torment.  

"We are helping you to become a perfect office sex slave.  In time you won't 
even mind.  I'll explain more as your treatments progress.  Now it's time for 
another treatment." Jacob said.  His plate was empty and he shoved it aside and 
stood up.

Sylvia found herself dutifully following him back towards the same room she had 
been in yesterday.  "Why am I following you?"

"One of the first things instilled in you is a compulsion to complete your 
treatments.  That's why you didn't pack up and leave even though you wanted to 
this morning.  Until the regimen is complete, you will willingly follow me or 
another handler to the treatment room." Jacob explained as they entered the 
room.

Sylvia quickly sat down in the chair and placed her hands and feet so they could 
be strapped down again.  Jacob strapped her down a moment later and lowered the 
helmet device back over her head.

"What does this thing do to me?" Sylvia asked, as her head was strapped in.

"Simply put, it changes you're reality, Sylvia.  You'll understand after a few 
more treatments." Jacob replied.  He pressed the activator a moment later and 
cringed as Sylvia let out another blood curdling scream.



Sylvia drifted in and out of consciousness over the next several days, barely 
aware, as she was lead into and out of the treatment room.  It was only after 
her fifth treatment that she was allowed another long rest.  She slept for half 
a day, and finally woke up feeling rested.  She donned a terry cloth robe and 
strolled down to the central court to find Jacob.  Sylvia felt different.  She 
didn't know just what had been done to her over the last few days but her mind 
seemed to be bristling with strange but fleeting thoughts.  Sylvia hadn't been 
able to catch them yet, but she kept trying as she located her trainer.

"Hello, Sylvia, sleep well?" Jacob asked casually as he studied his subject.  
Sylvia carried herself with far more confidence then in her first days her.  She 
even walked with a sexual flair that didn't even register in her mind.  Sylvia 
was a bit concerned with the leer Jacob was giving her, but found herself 
enjoying it as well.

"Yes, Jacob, I feel pretty good in fact." Sylvia replied.  It was true too.  She 
couldn't remember the last time she felt so refreshed.  She could nearly forget 
her impending fate for a moment in her current state.

"Good, then I think it's time that you visit our more specialized facilities." 
Jacob said.  He quickly led her down to the floor below and then into a large 
lounge.

"Oh, God!" Sylvia gasped as she took in the scene before her.  Dozens of men and 
women were all in some form or another of love making.  A few seemed to have 
separated off on their own to rest or recover, but everyone else was fully 
involved.

"Do you see anything you'd like to try?" Jacob asked as he surveyed the room 
himself.

"No! " Sylvia lied.  She looked around the room again, unable to deny the 
growing ache from between her thighs.  Back in college she remembered taking 
part in orgies like this.  Something seemed wrong about that, however.  Sylvia 
review her memories carefully, almost counting the obscene things she'd done at 
the sorority parties.  She remembered things so vividly, like all the times 
she'd been fucked to mind quaking orgasms.  Sylvia seemed to remember every 
thrust of every man she'd enjoyed at those parties.

Still something wasn't right.  Sylvia knew her sex life had never been that 
boisterous.  Her own long-standing count was that she had made love less than a 
dozen times, yet it didn't jive with her memories of her college years.  Finally 
the realization came over her and she nearly exploded at Jacob.  "You Bastard!  
How could you do this to me!"

Jacob took her punishment until she finally sputtered to a halt, panting and 
glaring at him.  "That is simply the treatment process, Sylvia.  You remember 
your college years as they should have been, and that will help you to become 
what you came here to become.  You know why you made the request now, don't 
you?"

Sylvia stumbled back a few steps in awe and horror.  Her own mind wasn't hers 
any more, her memories had been twisted, and changed to better suit the new 
Sylvia they were making.  She knew the answer to Jacob's question though she 
wouldn't admit it.  Sylvia requested to become a sex slave because she wanted to 
be more than just a common whore like she'd been in college.  She knew it was a 
lie even though her mind contained every fact needed to support that very idea.  
In that moment, Sylvia found herself locked in mortal combat for her mind, 
trying to wrest from it her true memories of her past life.  It took her looking 
before her college years to find memories that seemed proper.  Sylvia latched 
onto them for dear life, fearing that they would be twisted next and taken from 
her.  

"Come now, Sylvia, are you sure you don't want to join in?" Jacob asked again.  
He still held himself calm and reserved as Sylvia sobbed own a few steps away.

"Please don't do this to me." She pleaded.  Sylvia shook her head in denial.  
She did want to join in, her memories of those wild college parties kept coming 
back to the front of her mind.  The sheer pleasure and animal lust that had so 
wonderfully consumed her in those false memories was abounded around her as she 
whimpered and cried.  Every moan, or grunt, or slap of flesh on flesh brought 
back another flashback to Sylvia, causing her to relive a past she had never 
had.  The effect was all too real for her, her own mind telling her just how 
much she'd enjoyed her own sexuality.  The truth was something left to the 
wayside as Sylvia was overwhelmed by her own internal struggle.  Her own inner 
fires were burning, aching to join in, to be the slut she told herself she had 
been, even though she knew the lie.

"It's okay, Sylvia."  Jacob took the sobbing woman in his arms and simply held 
her as she continued to cry.  

"I don't want to lose myself." Sylvia whimpered as she sobbed against Jacob's 
chest.  His warm embrace helped sooth her, but as she relaxed, the battle within 
her gave way.  The sounds and smells around her all prodding her own memories, 
making her fully aware of the other uses for the strong man she was pressed 
against.

Jacob waited patiently as the inner turmoil of his patient abated.  He could 
feel her transformation as she slowly moved from simply being consoled to 
gingerly pressing her body into his.  Sylvia's feminine musk was already wafting 
into his nose, telling him that she had almost certainly integrated her new 
memories.  

Finally, Sylvia looked into his eyes, pleading with him.  "Please, I don't want 
to become a slave."

It was both truth and lie, her mind was still coursing with the conflicting 
thoughts.  Sylvia could remember her own conviction as she told the receptionist 
she wanted to become the office slut only a few days ago.  Still, she knew her 
true convictions and just how impossible it was that she had done that.  Her 
memories of college were no different, a conflict of greater truths with the 
details of her memories.  So she pleaded with Jacob, her eyes begging for relief 
from this agony and for a moment, Sylvia thought she saw him yield to her.

Then he leaned forward slightly and kissed her, gently on her quivering lips.  
Sylvia melted instantly at the sheer sweetness of the gesture.  She found 
herself eagerly returning the intimacy, pressing her lips back against his.  Her 
entire body melted into his, consoling herself with his presence, his warmth.  
The greater insanity of her situation melted away, leaving only her, her needs 
and this strange man.

The sounds of passion around them beat against her unconscious mind, bombarding 
her with her own memories of past times, or her own liaisons.  Sylvia's reserves 
were gone now, fiction or fact didn't matter, the immediacy of her needs were 
all consuming and her own mind remember just how to douse those flames.

She pulled back from their kiss for just a moment, whispering an undirected 
plea.  "Please."
Jacob merely smiled and pulled her back to him, again kissing her deeply.  
Sylvia wrapped her arms around him as their lips met, and their tongues danced 
as their hands each other fully.  Her body was now aching with lust as she 
pressed herself against him sensually.

Then they pulled apart, taking a brief moment to look at each other.  Sylvia was 
overwhelmed by his handsome form, the strength and security that seamed to 
radiate from him.  Her mind overflowed with images of what a man like this could 
give her, had given her.  The needs of her flesh finished off any resistance 
left within her.  Sylvia felt more aroused than she had known, that her memories 
told a different story didn't matter.  Her body called out to be soothed and 
Sylvia felt no need to fight it.

Sylvia took the flaps of her robe in both hands and pulled back, revealing her 
naked flesh.  That morning she'd felt strange when she didn't put on any 
underwear, but she remembered that she hadn’t worn any since college.  Now she 
didn't regret her decision as she let the robe fall to the floor, and she stood 
fully exposed, ready for what came next.  Her body was lovely, at only 26 she 
had kept herself in good shape, curved but not fat, and her comfortably sized 
breasts hung proudly from her chest with only the slightest droop.  Sylvia 
looked to her keeper with a full arsenal of pent up desires yearning to be 
sated.  She ran her hands through her long brown hair as she invited him to 
partake of her body.  

"Jacob, please make love to me." Sylvia radiated arousal in that moment, aching 
to sooth her primal urges.  

Jacob silently disrobed before her, his eyes never straying from hers as he shed 
every piece of clothing.  Sylvia was lost in his eyes, sensing his own needs, 
and his concern for her.  She didn't even realize he had finished his undressing 
when he closed the gap between them.  Sylvia let out a gasp as their naked flesh 
touched, and he reached down to kiss her again.  Her breasts mashed against his 
hardened chest and she could feel his ready member pressed against her stomach 
as their tongues danced again.  Sylvia couldn't help but wonder how good a lover 
he would be, and enjoying her new found memories of being wonderfully fucked.  
She only hoped that he could be as wonderful of a lover as those coeds had been.

The kiss seamed to drag on forever while their bodies melted together.  It was 
such a wondrous feeling, Sylvia thought, but her impatience for the next part of 
the joining.  She pulled back from her partner, smiling seductively as she 
tugged him over to a round mattress only a few feet away.  Sylvia centered 
herself and fell back onto the cushioned surface gently, dragging her lover with 
her.  Finally she was on her back, with her legs parted for Jacob, who was 
kneeling between her opened thighs.

No words were needed in that moment.  Sylvia reached between them to hold his 
shaft, and guide it to her eager gates.  He simply descended towards her, 
pressing forward as her hand guided his member to her waiting nether lips, 
already moist with anticipation at devouring his hardened rod.  They paused 
there for only a moment, long enough for their lips to meet, and then the two 
lovers pressed together, joining as man and woman.  Sylvia moaned with joy as 
she felt her outer lips parted and her tender flesh spread wide by his shaft.  
They stayed locked together, nearly motionless, joined lip to lip and cock to 
cunt, savoring the wonders of their shared passion.  Their hands explored their 
joined bodies, caressing and kneading the other's flesh.  

Then in amazing unison, they pulled back together.  Sylvia gasped into Jacob's 
lips as she felt her pussy collapse behind his retreating fullness.  She moaned 
again as the trust together again, wonderfully filling her tender interior.  
Sylvia could scarcely believe it could be this spectacular, her memories told 
her of great orgies and the pleasures of the flesh, but her flesh had never 
known those pleasures till now.  She eagerly joined her lover as he set up a 
rhythm of thrusts into her inflamed flesh.  Their rhythm was slow, methodical, 
allowing Sylvia to savor every sensation of the shaft moving in and out of her.  
It was just like old times, she thought, reflecting on the many hours she'd 
spent like this in college, enjoy the pleasures of any man who would have her.  
Sylvia couldn't understand how she could have considered turning down this kind 
of pleasure, then or now.  

Then suddenly, Jacob paused, his shaft impaling her fully, and he rolled onto 
his side, pulling Sylvia's hips with him so he wouldn't slip out of her.  He 
casually cupped one of her quivering breasts.  "Are you enjoying yourself, 
Sylvia?"

Sylvia quaked with pent up passion.  Her inner flesh magnifying every twitch of 
the member resting inside her.  She even enjoyed the feeling of his strong hand 
enjoying her offered breast.  Sylvia felt so wonderfully feminine in that 
moment, not even believing it could be so greatly fulfilling.  "I'm in heaven, 
Jacob, you're so wonderful."

Jacob then rolled onto his back, pulling Sylvia with him.  He didn't let her 
have a moment to consider her new position, grabbing her hips and resumed 
thrusting into her.

Sylvia simply moaned as he assaulted her flesh, reveling in the sensations.  She 
was straddling him now, her legs resting on each side of his waist.  Her breasts 
bounced with every one of his sensuous thrusts, tickling Sylvia's senses with 
the feelings of her hardened nipples running forward and back across her lover’s 
chest.  It was oddly novel to her, even as it complemented so many experiences 
that she remembered.  For a strange moment, Sylvia even giggled, laughing at the 
notion that a woman who had slept around so much could find such awe and novelty 
in the act of making love still.

Her mood slowly shifted, savoring the memories of her past escapades as Jacob 
continued his leisurely pace.  Sylvia began to push back with even greater 
energy, letting her passion flare with each new thrust.  Jacob asceeded to her 
will, thrusting into her with even greater speed.  Sylvia lowered herself again 
as she continued to move with her lover.  She kissed him passionately again, 
moaning into his lips as his pace increased.

With a sudden motion, Jacob rolled over again, expertly guiding Sylvia onto her 
back without leaving her writhing pussy.  Sylvia spread her legs as widely as 
she could for the final assault, positioning her hips to accept him.  He 
rewarded her a moment later as he pounded into her with a passion enhance fury 
that astounded Sylvia.  She cried out with joy, her entire body bouncing with 
each rapid trust.  Her body was exploding with sensation, each moment drawing 
her closer to some pinnacle she still couldn't fully appreciate.  Her tender 
nether lips clasped and seethed around the invading shaft, devouring Jacob's 
member with every thrust.  Sylvia clamped down against the wonderful invader, 
helping flair the sensation of every plunging motion.  

Their motions blurred each moving towards the mutual release they were seeking.  
Sylvia was awash in passion, rocked to the core of her being.  Then, as if 
sensing the right moment, Jacob descended upon his partner, kissing her just as 
the pinnacle was reached.  Just as their lips touched, Sylvia felt a wave of 
pleasure course through her.  She wrapped herself around him as the flood hit 
her.  Her body quaked with ecstasy while her lips parted for an awe filled cry 
of pleasure.  Even her memories of orgasms past were no comparison to this 
moment, her flesh bristling with pleasure, still wonderfully impaled on Jacob's 
twitching cock.  Sylvia even reveled in the strange sensation of warmth 
spreading within her depths, knowing it was her lover’s seed.  

As she rested in the afterglow of their passion, still joined at each pair of 
her lips, Sylvia reflected on their coupling.  It had been more stunning that 
even her memories had told her.  Her inner conflicts long past, the simple 
natural feeling of those memories brushed aside any concern she had for their 
reality. She savored the feeling of Jacob's receding cock, a strange sensation 
that brushed her with a now familiar novelty.  Finally, she was ready to move 
on.  

"Thank you, Jacob, that was wonderful." She chimed.  "Would you mind if I 
enjoyed the rest of the party?"

"Of course not, Sylvia, please have fun." Jacob replied, rolling off Sylvia and 
letting her assemble herself.

Sylvia stood up, unconcerned for her nudity and surveyed the room.  There were 
so many possibilities, so many memories to affirm.  She quickly spied a handsome 
young man who looked eager to join in and trotted over to him.  Sylvia looked 
forward to a full night of fun just like in her old sorority days.  She'd fucked 
men all night long in those days, and now she was willing to see if she still 
had what it takes.

***


Sylvia woke up late the next day.  Her body ached from the previous night’s 
exertions, though she didn't regret it one bit.  She'd made love to every man in 
the room and some she even did twice.  Jacob had left soon after she had left 
him, which Sylvia regretted.  Of all the night's partners she'd enjoyed him the 
most.

After a quick shower she sauntered down to the lounge for food, as she felt 
pretty hungry.  She found Jacob sitting at a table enjoying his breakfast, and 
she sat down beside him.

"Good Morning, Sylvia, you look like you enjoyed yourself last night." Jacob 
remarked.

Sylvia giggled.  "Yeah, it was fun, takes me back to my sorority dawn.  We'd 
throw parties just like that and I'd fuck around till dawn.  Boy, was it great."

"And I see you didn't decide to dress today." Jacob commented.  

Sylvia blushed a little at that.  She hadn't even noticed that she'd left her 
room without even so much as a robe.  She felt a bit self-conscious for a moment 
but then decided not to worry about it.  "This is a resort designed to meet my 
needs right?  Well, I don't need clothes today, all right?  Besides, if you're 
still planning on turning me into some kind of sex slave I deserve a few 
indulgences, don't I?"

"Certainly, and I'm glad you've chosen such an alluring way to indulge yourself.  
You are quite the fetching young woman, so I hope you won’t mind if I appreciate 
you're lovely body." Jacob smiled.

"Of course not."  Sylvia giggled, enjoying his comments.  "Now, isn't there some 
kind of arrangement we can come to about this whole sex slave thing?  I'm not 
really fond of the idea."

"I'm afraid that once you've signed your contract, you're committed to the whole 
treatment." Jacob replied.

Sylvia huffed at that.  She really was averse to becoming someone's pet, and a 
nagging part of her mind didn't let her forget just how warped her memories had 
become.  Still, the unreality seamed to have drifted from her memories to her 
previous appraisals of them.  She knew her mind had been tampered with, but it 
was just as true that she had been a college slut and that she had signed 
herself in for this devilish treatment.  Even though she knew her reasoning for 
doing so, Sylvia still didn't believe she could have actually done it, except 
for the fact that she was sitting her naked after a rousing night of wild sex.

"Don't be so worried, Sylvia, by the time we're finished you won't even remember 
your current concerns.  Let me give you a brief tour and then well get on with 
your next series of treatments." Jacob let her finish another few bites of her 
meal and then led her off to a hallway of open-faced rooms.

Sylvia looked in the rooms, and felt her own arousal flare as she looked in on 
couples in various stages of coupling.  Even though she realized that the women 
in the rooms were probably just like her, or worse, she couldn't help but wish 
she were in their place.  "So, are these all examples of your treatment?"

"Yes, of course.  Take this young lady for example." Jacob pointed to a cute 
little teenager who was currently giving an older man an obviously passionate 
kiss as his hands ran over her naked flesh.  "She's sixteen, and a virgin, until 
beginning our treatment she'd never so much as thought about having sex with a 
man before.  Now watch."

The girl pulled back, her features masked with pure lust, her arousal obviously 
at the edge of tolerance.  "Oh, daddy, it's been too long, please use your 
little slut again.  I haven't had your hard cock up my cunny for days and you 
know how I need it."

The old man simply nodded and laid the girl on her back, pulling himself between 
her legs.

"That's it, daddy, fill me up, use my cunt just like mommy and Katie." the girl 
cried out as the man's shaft touched her outer lips.  She cried out in pleasure 
and pain as her virginity was taken.  Her pleas didn't end though.  "Oh, god, 
daddy, fuck me, fuck your little slut good!"

Jacob turned to Sylvia as she watched the young woman make love to the man.  
"Enjoying the show are we?"

Sylvia blushed as she realized where her hands had been as she watched the two 
fuck.

"Well, in case you're wondering, that man is her step father.  He's been an 
associate of ours for some time and he recently remarried.  We've been 
processing his wife and his two stepdaughters, and they're all nearly complete.  
Little Mary now remembers the last few years of her life as being the willing 
sex pet of her stepfather, who she seduced, with the help of her sister and 
mother.  If you ask her, she's been happily fucking him since, at least once a 
day.  Her sister and mother are all receiving complementary treatments as well, 
and by the time they're all finished they'll be all one happy family."

"Why are you telling me this?  I'll be damned if I let you do anything more to 
me now." Sylvia huffed, folding her hands as she stared angrily at her keeper.

"If you say so, but I think I'll let you have a little perspective on your 
situation." Jacob turned to another room, this one holding only a naked woman in 
her mid thirties.  "Heather, would you please come out here, I'd like you to 
meet some one."

"Sure," came the reply.  Heather trotted sexily out to the hallway to meet the 
waiting pair.  She was a raven hared beauty with larger breasts and a shapely 
body.  She also didn't seem worried about showing it off either.

"Heather, this is Sylvia a new guest here.  Why don't you tell her about 
yourself." Jacob commanded as casually walked up behind her and began to explore 
her body.

"Hi, Sylvia, I'm Heather Stockton, I'm sure you’ve heard of me.  I run the 
largest accounting firm in Boston." Heather explained.  She gasped slightly as 
Jacob ran a hand between her legs and cupped her mound.  She parted her legs in 
response and Sylvia soon sensed the familiar smell of feminine musk coming from 
the former executive.

"Aren't you a bit concerned that you're in a resort that turns women into sex 
slaves?" Sylvia asked warily as she watched Jacob pull down his pants and reveal 
his ready shaft.  Her own inner fires stoked a bit at seeing his hard cock, 
almost regretting that it wasn't her pussy that was going to receive it.

"What are you talking about?  This is a corporate retreat my VP's all got me as 
a gift.  I'm not being turned into some kind of wanton slut!" Heather scoffed 
then turned to Jacob as he positioned himself between her legs, grabbing his 
cock.  "Here let me help you, Jacob dear."

Heather grunted as Jacob slid home.  "Do you mind if I finish with Sylvia, 
Jacob?"

"No, please." Jacob replied as he started to casually thrust in and out of the 
executives steaming cunt.

"As I was, uh, saying, I'm not uh sex slave, It's not like, uh, I'm walking 
around, uh, naked fingering myself in, uh, public.  Have you no, uh, self 
respect, girl?" Heather panted in time with Jacob's full thrusts.  She turned 
back to him.  "Am I wet enough for you, Jacob, and don't forget about my titties 
I didn't get boob jobs just so they could be looked at."

"And what are you doing?" Sylvia asked with some trepidation and a certain 
degree of awe.

"Simply practicing ways to improve moral, and Jacob here has been kind enough to 
help me out.  It's important to keep moral high in an office.  I'm even planning 
on having the rest of my girls sent here so they can help too, I'm not the only 
one keeping my company on the path to riches."  Heather answered as she 
continued to hump back against Jacob and now had her breasts cupped by his 
hands.  "Men are such fickle workers you know.  And you they can hardly 
concentrate until they've had they're first pussy for the day.  But that doesn't 
excuse slut like behavior one bit, Sylvia.  If you want to make it as a women, 
you're going to have to hold you head up high and stand proud."

Heather turned back to Jacob.  "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"On your hands and knees and please bark like a dog each time I thrust into 
you." Jacob replied.  He followed her down to the floor, helping her so that he 
didn't even have to exit her pussy.

"Now, Sylvia, if Jacob, bark, doesn't have anything, bark, too tedious for, 
bark, you today, we'll, bark, have to meet and bark, finish this." Heather 
barked, bouncing with every thrust from her partner.

Sylvia simply watched in silence as this otherwise proud woman debased herself.  
Sylvia could hardly believe what she was seeing or hearing.  It filled her with 
a sense of dread that she couldn't escape.

"Yes, Heather here is a good little executive, her veeps understand her great 
business sense, but who won't want a piece of this lovely woman.  They don't 
want the company to go down the drain either, so they decided to make the best 
of both worlds, and now Heather understands the responsibilities of a woman to 
her male employees." Jacob explained as he continued to fuck the barking woman.

Sylvia was fingering herself again, the sounds of lovemaking were all around her 
as was the smell.  She scarcely believed what she was seeing, or that she was 
already part of it.  Her inner mind told her that all wasn't well even inside 
her, but she couldn't figure out exactly what that was any more.

The barking went steadily increased until Heather was left doing little more 
than growling as Jacob pounded into her.  Finally, Jacob tensed and Heather let 
out a satisfied howl of pleasure.  Jacob pulled out of her a moment later, his 
withering cock still shining with her juices.

"Would you like me to clean you off?" Heather asked, turning around and kneeling 
before him.

"Of course, Heather." Jacob replied, and let her descend upon his crotch.

Sylvia watched in silence as Heather licked the remains of her encounter from 
his withering shaft.  Heather diligently sought out every drop of sexual juices 
with her tongue, and suckled his cock for the last remnants of his semen still 
inside.  With her job done, she got back up and turned to Sylvia.  "Good god, 
Sylvia, haven't you finished embarrassing yourself yet?  Get you're hands away 
from your pussy!"

Sylvia blushed again, though she couldn't control her need to find relief.  The 
scenes she'd just witnessed were more horrifying and arousing than she'd ever 
encountered.  It took all of her strength to do as Heather asked.

Heather took a moment to look over Sylvia.  "You could really use a boob job, 
Sylvia, and I hope you've been working on your pussy training.  I can't believe 
that colleges are so deficient in preparing girls for the working world now 
days.  How can you expect to have any kind of career with out a nice set of tits 
and a well trained pussy?"

"Can't you see what they've done to you?" Sylvia asked Heather as the older 
woman continued her harsh appraisal of Sylvia's condition.  

"What are you talking about?  Jacob, don't you have to be taking her for 
treatment or something? I've got to get over to the gym and do some vaginal grip 
exercises and work on my oral suction." Heather prodded.

"Of course, you can go.  I was just giving Sylvia the five cent tour." Jacob 
answered.

"Good, and if there's time I'll be more than willing to give you some career 
advice later, Sylvia." Heather said as she walked off towards her next 
appointment.

Sylvia watched her sway her naked hips all the way down the hall, scarcely 
believing what she'd just witnessed.  "Jacob, have you changed me that much 
too?"

"Not yet, but you still have several treatments left.  Speaking of which, we 
need to be getting down to the treatment room." Jacob answered.

"I don't feel any different." Sylvia remarked in awe as she strutted down the 
hall naked just behind her trainer.  She wistfully cupped her breasts in her 
hands as she followed him.  "Do you think I need a boob job, Jacob?"

"Oh, no, Sylvia, these two are just perfect and you don't feel any different 
because that's the way you're supposed to feel.  Really, what fun is a sex slave 
that isn't an eager and willing participant, ready to use her own creativity to 
maximize the pleasure for her master or mistress?" Jacob explained as he took 
position beside her and casually took her closest breast in hand for a gentle 
caress.

Sylvia didn't have an answer for that, afraid of what her own tongue would say 
in response.  Still, even in her wild college days, she hadn't been a slave to 
anyone, nor did she have any desire to be one.  Yet, as she looked back again, 
Sylvia remembered a strange yearning for something else, after the ruckus 
parties were over and everyone had cleared out.  Her bodies needs had been 
sated, but something else in her wasn't so lucky, though she didn't know just 
what it was that she was yearning for then.

As she sat down in the treatment chair she wondered what was going to happen to 
her next.  Sylvia no longer fully remembered what had changed inside her, but 
she still felt the loss.  She was losing herself and she knew it, but still she 
couldn't resist.  Sylvia sat patiently to be strapped in, wishing more than 
anything that she could leave that awful room.

"Okay, Sylvia, enjoy." Jacob activated the device again, and Sylvia cried out.  
She quickly fell away into unconsciousness under the duress of the machine.

***


Sylvia awoke sometime later on a new bed.  She realized where she was a moment 
later, in a room just off the same hall that she had met Heather on.  Her mind 
was awash in strange sensations as she tried to assess what had been done to 
her.  She sat there and considered her past again, trying to find the point 
where things seemed wrong.  Looking back, Sylvia found herself reliving the 
years before college after her parents' deaths.  She had been the family toy, 
passed from relative to relative to serve her uncles, aunts and cousins until 
they tired of her.  Sylvia cried as she remembered being fucked over and over 
again.  At first she'd been reluctant, but over time she'd became a good little 
slut, putting out any time a man asked for her.  After a while, her brother even 
started to rent her out to his friends. Sylvia whimpered as she remembered being 
used as a party favor, a precursor to her college days of wild sex parties.

Sylvia simply sobbed as she studied her memories.  She knew that none of that 
had really happened, that her time after her parent's death had been one of 
mourning but not of sexual servitude.  Her memories were lying to her that she 
knew, but Sylvia was fully aware of just how little it mattered.  She had 
already accepted her memories of college, she knew logically that they were all 
lies, but it didn't matter.  Her own mind was unable to ignore her memories, 
even if she knew they were wrong.  She could only keep check over them for so 
long and then she'd succumb to them, accepting the lies and fully discarding her 
true past.  

Sylvia sat there and considered her fate, the memories she now had pointed her 
towards one immutable result.  Almost her whole life had been twisted, and the 
new memories were those of a slut in preparation for slavery.  Her knew memories 
of her pre college days only forced the point home.  In college she had used her 
sorority to find sex, to try and fill a void within her through her own choices.  
Now, she could remember being used, nearly raped by her family and friends.  It 
was in those moments that she found peace and happiness, not in independence but 
when under the domain of her uncles or cousins or brother.  Her brother seemed 
to be the strongest emphasis, beyond all the rest.  Sylvia remembered vividly 
the first time he had fucked her.  He had caught their uncle fucking her and the 
two men reached an agreement, allowing her brother to fuck her too.  Sylvia had 
resisted at first, but she found herself embracing her fate.  A desire for 
independence finally allowed her to escape to college, but at school she was 
outside her brother’s control, and she couldn't find another man to fill that 
void.  

Sylvia realized how perfectly everything was meshing together, her memories all 
pointed to this moment.  She now understood why she'd accepted Julie Vernon's 
offer to be turned into an office sex slave.  Her life was devoid without a 
master or mistress, but her own deep-seated needs for independence clashed with 
her need to be controlled.  It was only perfect that she destroy that need for 
independence, and she knew Jacob would help her complete the task.

As before, Sylvia knew her memories were false, a lie implanted within her from 
the insidious treatment she was receiving.  That wasn't important now, though, 
she knew her fate was sealed the moment she stepped into this resort.  The real 
reason she was here had already been wiped from her mind, but Sylvia knew 
exactly how she'd be leaving.  Her mind was awash in the torment of her reality, 
and Sylvia knew there was only one way to relieve the pain.  

She pulled herself off the bed, and began a search for Jacob.  As she walked 
down the hall, she nearly ran over little Mary as the girl walked out of her own 
room.  Mary's face was full of fear and anguish and Sylvia couldn't help but 
stop.

"Oh, please help me!" Mary sobbed, wrapping herself around Sylvia for comfort.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked, both knowing and fearing the response.  Mary had 
seemed so transformed the day before, but now she was a wreck.  Sylvia simply 
held the naked girl to her.

"I'm being changed, turned into a slut for my step father.  Please, you have to 
help me, I don't want to be his little pussy slave!" Mary said, unaware of her 
own language in her pleas.  

Sylvia held the girl for a few more minutes, letting her cry herself out.  
Finally, Sylvia decided what had to be done.  She knew she hated to do it, but 
it made a perverted kind of sense.  There wasn't any need for Mary to suffer, 
and more than Sylvia wanted to suffer herself.  "Follow me, I think Jacob can 
help us both."

"But he's the one who's turning me into a slut!" Mary exclaimed.

"I know, but he's the only one who can set things right, you'll see." Sylvia 
comforted the girl.  She pulled Mary up and set off again, more determine than 
ever to find Jacob.

It was only a few minutes before the reached the lounge and found Jacob relaxing 
on a reclining chair.  Sylvia noted the surprise in his eyes at being confronted 
with two naked young women.  "Jacob, can I ask you for something?"

"Certainly, Sylvia." He responded, pulling himself up in his chair.

Sylvia leaned forward and whispered into his ear.  "Mary is very distraught, I 
was wondering if you couldn't finish her treatments so she can find peace of 
mind.  If you're going to do this to her at least don't torture her.  I want you 
to do the same for me, if I have to be a sex slave, please just let me forget my 
old life."

"Alright, are you sure you want this, Sylvia?  This is your last moments of 
freedom.  I was going to give you another day before finishing your treatments." 
Jacob asked, seeming to be truly concerned for her choices.

"Yes, just end this nightmare, if I won't be me any longer at least let me 
forget who I was." Sylvia answered, more sure of herself with every moment.  She 
didn't even worry about it, knowing that she was nearly gone now, but the simple 
knowledge that her mind was being taken from her was grating on her even now.  
There was only one route to inner peace, and they all knew it.  Now all that 
remained was to take the final treatment and become who they wanted her to be.

"Alright then, let's go." Jacob got up and led the pair off to the treatment 
room.  

There was a momentary struggled once they reached the room.  Both girls were 
compelled by their early treatments to sit in the chair, and there was only one 
chair.  Finally, Jacob held Sylvia back, allowing the frightened girl to take 
her place.

"Please, let me go, I don't want to be daddy's little slut." Mary sobbed as 
Jacob strapped her down.  She turned to Sylvia.  "How could you do this?"

"It's alright, when Jacob's done, you won't be so unhappy.  I know they're doing 
a terrible thing to you, but there is only one path for us to take.  We're going 
to be sex slaves no matter what happens, Mary, there's no sense living in agony 
any longer than you have to when you can't avoid your fate." Sylvia tried to 
explain to the girl just why she'd done this.  It wasn't easy for Sylvia to have 
done this, but she didn't want to see Mary suffer any more.  Soon, she would be 
happy as well, though she'd no longer be the Sylvia she was before.

"Okay, Mary, brace yourself." Jacob warned the girl as he activated the device.  
Mary didn't even scream, though her entire body clenched as the machine began to 
rewrite her memories again.  

Sylvia stood there and marveled at the device, amazed that something so simple 
had been the source of all this turmoil.  "Why are you here, Jacob.  Do you 
enjoy turning women into objects?"

"Yes, Sylvia, I like my work, but I don't know if I always did.  I don't 
remember my life before working here, so I very much suspect we're both puppets.  
Don't worry, though, because I know you'll enjoy your new life as much as I 
enjoy mine.  It is the one thing that keeps me from going crazy here is that I 
know that none of my patients are unsatisfied with their new lives, even though 
I know they resisted the treatments like anyone would.  You may be a corporate 
sex slave, Sylvia, but I guarantee that you'll find more happiness, pride and 
feeling of accomplishment in your new life than in your old." Jacob answered 
while Mary continued on her own path to becoming a willing sex pet for her 
stepfather.

Sylvia let the rest of their time pass in silence.  Eventually, Mary was 
finished and Sylvia took her place.  

"Good bye, Jacob." Sylvia said as she saw him activate the controls.  The pain 
engulfed her a moment later, washing away her old self and releasing the new 
Sylvia.  Even as the pain coursed through her mind, Sylvia relaxed, knowing 
finally that the torment of her fate was finished that she would be gone in only 
a moment.

***


The sky was overcast, lending even more gloom to the skyscraper paths Sylvia 
follow to work.  Even the air held the noxious odor of trash waiting to be taken 
away.  In all it was a miserable morning, perfectly setting the mood for the 
beginning of the workweek.  Still, Sylvia was whistling when she walked into the 
ground level lobby of her office building.  She'd been anticipating this moment 
from the time she'd left the treatment room for the last time at the resort.  
Certainly, there had been other things to concern herself with at the time, but 
everything focused on this moment.

"Good morning, Jack!" Sylvia said as she strutted up to the guard’s desk.  
Casually unbuttoning her blouse while her braless breasts bounced in time with 
her gait.

"How are you today, Sylvia, did you enjoy your vacation?" The guard responded 
merrily.

"It was wonderful." Sylvia replied, pulling back her blouse to show the Jack her 
bare tits.  "The treatments were wonderful.  If you'd like to come up after your 
shift, I'll make sure to squeeze you in for a little play time."

"I think I will, Sylvia." The guard reached out and caressed one of the offered 
orbs, bring a squeal of pleasure from Sylvia.  "Oh, Ms. Vernon wants you to 
check in with her first thing this morning before you stop back at your desk."

"Thanks, Jack, and I look forward to seeing you later." Sylvia replied, pulling 
gently away from the guard and continuing into the inner lobby.  As soon as 
she'd passed the restricted doors, she shucked the rest of her clothes 
unceremoniously and placed them into one of the provided lockers.  She stood 
there for a moment admiring her body in one of the provided full-length mirrors.  
She was going to make a great office slut, Sylvia thought as she twisted and 
turned for the mirror, practicing alluring and lustful looks.  Her body was 
still youthful, and Jocob's brief training on sexual technique gave Sylvia every 
confidence that she'd succeed.

Sylvia didn't want to keep Julie waiting, and sped off to the elevators.  As she 
ascended, a man got on at the third floor, and quickly took stock of her.

"Hello, I'm Slut Sylvia, corporate sex slave.  I'm currently on my way to see my 
Mistress, but feel free to enjoy me while you wait." Sylvia offered the man, 
smiling her best happy smile.

"Thank you, slut.  I have to admit I like this new moral boosting policy, I look 
forward to receiving a more extended encounter later." The man replied as he 
took liberties with Sylvia's offered body.

"Please be sure to make an appointment, I'll be happy to stop by and give you a 
good time." Sylvia said as she helped guide the man's hands over her naked 
flesh.  It was so wonderful to be used like this Sylvia thought, wondering just 
how she could have stood her previous independence.  Here there wasn't any 
question of purpose or goals, everything was so simple.  She was here to serve, 
to be enjoyed and to give all the pleasure she could to anyone who asked.

The man continued to caress her willing body until finally he reached his stop.  

"Don't forget to make an appointment if you want to enjoy me some more later." 
Sylvia told him as he went about his business.  The elevator doors closed again, 
and Sylvia was left with her thoughts and a still aroused body.  She only hoped 
that Julie would choose to use her or let her begin her new duties quickly.

Sylvia walked up to the door of Julie's office, surprised to hear the sounds of 
passion on the other side.  Her own instructions precluded worrying about such 
things, and she simply walked in on her Mistress and another man.  Sylvia gasped 
slightly at the site before her.  Julie was dressed in a black leather form-
fitting suit with holes for her breasts and pussy, which were all being well 
attended to.  She was leaning over her desk as a completely naked man thrust 
into her sopping hole and held both her ample breasts.  Sylvia simply stood 
there silently, waiting to be addressed as she enjoyed the site of feminine 
submission before her.

Julie stared into Sylvia's eyes for a few moments, conveying the pleasure and 
fulfillment she was feeling to her new slave.  Julie let Sylvia wait for a few 
minutes, allowing herself to be used before the young woman before addressing 
her partner.  "Master, may I address the new sex slave?"

"Yes, my dear, please do.  I wouldn't want to keep her from her duties, I'm sure 
she's eager to get started." The man replied as he continued to pound into 
Julie's eager pussy.

"Did you enjoy your time at the resort, Slut Sylvia?  I had wonderful time there 
myself only a few months ago.  Master was so kind to let me go and find the 
direction I'd been looking for." Julie replied as she continued to fuck back 
against her Master's plunging shaft.  She looked back on her own time at the 
resort for a moment, remembering all the joy of finding herself and her true 
path there under Jacob's careful direction.  

"Yes, Mistress.  My entire life was leading to this conversion, and I am so 
thankful that you let me go there.  Jacob was so wonderful, he helped me 
understand that I've always been a slave in search of a Mistress and Master." 
Sylvia answered happily.  It was so true, her entire life had been spent 
searching for this, and Sylvia was grateful for the help in forcing her to 
accept her proper place in life.

"Oh, yes, Jacob was a wonderful trainer."  Julie moaned wistfully both from the 
pleasure from her loins and the memories of Jacob's wondrous training sessions.  
"Please, slut, tell me your when you first knew you were a slave."

Sylvia blushed slightly at that, being forced to pull up old memories.  "Yes, 
Mistress.  It was the summer while I was fourteen.  My family had gone up to the 
mountains for a camping trip.  One morning, my father decided to go off for some 
early morning fishing and I decided to follow him..."

Sylvia stumbled out of the brush behind her father as he was setting down his 
gear at the riverbank.  The locked eyes for a moment, and Sylvia felt something 
strange stir inside her as her father looked back with hawk like attention to 
her.  She had followed him wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts and a 
blouse that was tied up under her budding breasts.

Her father didn't give her a moment to consider the issue, descending upon her 
in a moment.  His hands wrapped around her, flagrantly exploring her body.  Then 
he bent down and kissed the shocked girl passionately.  Sylvia's initial 
resistance melted with that kiss, her own passions beginning to flare.  She felt 
her body responding to her father's touch, but it was all so strange and new to 
her, she didn't know how to react.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Sylvia asked, more curious then anything.  Her tone 
was more of wonder than anger.  Odd feelings were coursing through her, and 
Sylvia was simply looking for direction.

Her father simply continued, more slowly now, and more bold as well.  Sylvia 
gasped as she felt her father’s hand unbuttoning her shorts but she didn't 
object either.  She trusted him, and she felt it was only right to submit to 
him.  His hand moved under her panties a moment later, reaching down to her 
nether lips.  Sylvia's pussy was already aching with unfamiliar arousal and she 
felt her father's fingers slide over her tender folds and smear her own pussy 
juices as they went.

"I know you like this, Sylvia, just relax.  I always knew you'd be a good little 
slut when you grew up, and now you're ready." Her father said, his voice a mix 
of wonder and pride.  He pulled his daughter to him again, kissing her even more 
deeply, and letting his tongue slip between her lips.

Sylvia melted into to her father, unconsciously pressing against the hand still 
cupping her dripping mound.  Their tongues traded blows for another moment 
before he pulled back again.  Sylvia felt herself being lifted up and then 
pulled to the ground.  Her father knelt down over her, his hands at her waist 
for a moment, looking into her eyes with a combination of love and lust.

Sylvia simply laid back and relaxed as her father pulled open her shirt and 
revealed her naked breasts.  As he reached down to her shorts, she lifted her 
hips to help him pull them down and her panties as well.  Sylvia didn't know why 
she was letting him undress her, but it was so natural an act that she didn't 
let herself worry.  She rested, and waited for the next event, not knowing what 
was to come next as her father renewed his caress of her body, focusing on her 
now exposed breasts.

"Do you want to be daddy's slut?  I know you'll like it." Her father asked as he 
continued his gentle exploration of her body.  His hands were bringing many 
pleasurable gasps and moans from his daughter.

Sylvia was barely coherent now, but the offer was simple, even if she really 
didn't know what it meant.  "Yes, Daddy, please let me be your slut." 

"Good, now spread you legs wide for me, my good little slut." Her father said 
sweetly.  Sylvia did so without a moments thought, placing her dripping pussy on 
full display.  She didn't know just what was happening to her, but it was too 
exciting to stop.

Sylvia rested like that for the few moments it took for her father to shed his 
clothing, then she felt the unique sensation of naked flesh against her as her 
father moved between her legs.  She felt something blunt press against her pussy 
lips, parting them slightly.  Sylvia realized that it must be his cock, poised 
to make her a woman, and his slut.  "Please, Daddy, make me your slut."

Her father replied with a plunging thrust of his cock into her untraveled 
channel.  Sylvia cried out in pain and pleasure, feeling the fullness of her 
father within her.  Her father kissed her again, letting himself rest unmoving 
inside her.  Sylvia gingerly kissed back, her pussy slowly accustoming itself to 
being full of cock.  It was so unique a sensation and as the pain quickly fell 
away, she slowly began to move her hips, to better feel the shaft that was 
inside her once virgin passage.

What followed was a blur to Sylvia, it happened so quickly that she was simply 
swept away by the sensations.  Her father began to thrust into her, slowly at 
first and quickly increasing the pace as Sylvia reacted with passion every time.  
Soon the passion building inside her washed away conscious thought, and Sylvia 
simply floated on a layer of sexual bliss as she made love to her father.

She didn't know how long it lasted but finally, Sylvia felt herself reach the 
pinnacle of orgasm, and she cried out in passionate release as her father 
finished his enjoyment of her flesh.  Sylvia felt her father's seed flow into 
her spasming depths, and she kissed him deeply in thanks even as his shaft was 
still spurting inside her.

Her father rolled onto his side, taking her with him, still joined together.  
"Look, honey, isn't it beautiful."

Sylvia looked up to see the sun peaking over the river, framed by the trees.  
The morning dew sparkling all around them, and the sounds and feelings of a 
world awaking surrounded the still intimately joined couple.  Sylvia pulled 
herself to him, hugging her father warmly as she took in the scene, made 
complete by the feeling of his cock still resting inside her.  It was such a 
perfect moment, one that she could only hope would be repeated many times.


***

Julie listened attentively to the story, as much as she could while still 
pleasuring her Master.  "That was so sweet, Sylvia.  I'm glad that I've been 
able to help you find the joys of being a slut again.  Now I'm sure you'd like 
to get to work, so please go off to your office and check in with Master Graves.  
He will break you in and let you know about your morning appointments."

"Thank you, Mistress, for everything." Sylvia replied and slipped out as Julie 
turned her full attention back to her Master.  Sylvia skipped off to her office 
and the meeting with her immediate master, barely holding back her anticipation.  
As she went, she looked back on that moment, wrapped in her father's arms as the 
sun rose on her new life.  She hugged her self happily as she thought about the 
wonderful feeling she'd had being used by her father, and happily looking 
forward to her future as a company sex slave.  She'd been so lost since her 
parents death, and though she regretted not having spent her days as her 
father's slut, she could only hope he'd be happy that she was going to be a good 
slut to her new Masters.

The End

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