Author: Farleven
Title: Cindy's New Program
Keywords: mc, nc,Mf, mf, ff, inc, tf
Cindy's New Program
{mc, nc,Mf, mf, ff, inc, tf}
By Farleven
2000
It was a warm summer day in Penbrooke. School was out for the summer and
the din of children at play filled the air. With that, the smell of a hundred
barbecues foretold the onset of evening.
Cindy Stewart had just returned with her family from their summer vacation.
Having just turned 16 that spring, she had fully entered the contrary phase of
her adolescence and found the experience quite trying. Enduring her two
siblings in their cross-country trek had been bad enough, but her parents had
compounded this by treating her like a child and embarrassing her at the worst
moments. Cindy was thankful to be home again and called up her friend Megan as
soon as she had gotten home. Now she was on her way over to Megan's home.
Little changed in Penbrooke and Cindy normally alternated between
frustration and comfort at that fact. As she walked over to Megan's house,
something filled her with unease, but she wasn't able to put her finger on the
problem. Penbrooke was a small bedroom community, and Cindy's corner of town
was home to lots of families. By the time she had reached Megan's front door,
Cindy realized the problem, she hadn't seen any teenagers around, just a lot of
little kids playing. Still, it was nearing suppertime and she put away her
concerns as she knocked on Megan's door.
"Come in, Cindy." Welcomed Anne Carm, Megan's mother. "How was your
vacation?"
"It was okay." Cindy replied simply.
"Good, Megan's up in her room waiting for you."
"Thanks." Cindy quickly shot up to Megan's bedroom, barely containing
herself. She hadn't seen her friend in weeks and had plenty of things to tell
her.
Cindy entered Megan's room unannounced as only best friends can. She had
no more than entered when she got the shock of her lifetime. Megan was sitting
on the edge of her bed completely naked! Cindy had seen Megan naked before, but
only when they were changing clothes. Megan got up as soon as Cindy had came
in, and approached her friend with a forlorn look on her normally smiling face.
Cindy backed up towards the door, not expecting this kind of a welcome, and
not knowing what else to do.
"I'm sorry." Megan whispered simply as she reached around behind Cindy's
neck. Cindy felt something sticky on the base of her neck and quickly moved her
arm to check what Megan had done. Almost as quickly as Megan had pulled her
hand back, an odd tingle shot through Cindy's body and she began to loose her
balance. Megan quickly grabbed her friend and helped direct her to the floor.
The strange sensation increased and Cindy lost consciousness.
*****
The next thing Cindy knew she was being placed in a slightly inclined
chair. Her head moved cautiously about, but the rest of her body refused to
budge, the tingling continued throughout her extremities.
"Well, it looks like our little angel is going to be awake for the
procedure." commented a man in a lab coat. He quickly strapped her right arm
and leg to the chair as his assistant did the same on the other side.
Cindy tried to speak, but she let out little more than a whimper. Who were
these strange men, and what am I doing here? Cindy asked herself. Her thoughts
were still muddled by the tranquilizer Megan had used, but she was clear headed
enough for fear to begin asserting itself.
"Now don't worry your little head, my dear. You'll have all your questions
answered soon enough." The man removed the small neural blocker from the base
of Cindy's neck and replaced it with a curved neck-pad. The neck-pad's contact
surface was full of electrodes; a long cord connected it to a terminal beside
her chair.
"What are the orders for this one?" Asked the assistant as he checked all
his instruments.
"Basic program. No physical work yet. Keep the work up clean, we may have
to back out later, and I don't want to have to do too many synaptic rebuilds."
Replied the man as he took up station at the controls.
Cindy was quickly becoming disheartened, whatever kind of place this was,
she seemed to be the subject of some kind of experiment. Had she any control of
her body, she would have been kicking and screaming, and fight as she might, her
keepers had only her continued whimpering and frightened look to tell them of
her current disposition.
"All the connections check out." reported the assistant.
"Alright, you're going to wake up with a whole new outlook to the world,
little lady."
With that, a sudden spark jumped through the neckpiece, jolting Cindy
slightly. A moment later, her vision blurred and a crippling disorientation
sent her back into the void of unconsciousness.
*****
Cindy awoke with a pounding headache several hours later, lying atop a
satin covered bed, still in the clothes she had worn on her way to Megan's
house. After taking a few moments to appreciate her pounding head, she
remembered what had happened to her and quickly shot up to a sitting position.
This sudden movement quickly rewarded her with even more throbbing and she sank
back to the bad almost as fast has she had rose.
Cindy stayed curled up on the bed for several more minutes before she
braved sitting up again, this time with a more casual pace. A quickly look
around the room showed it to be devoid of anything save the bed she was sitting
on and a door. A domed light hung from the center of the ceiling; its light
bouncing off the light blue walls. Cindy quickly pulled herself together and
went over to the door, at first she put her ear to the door to listen for
people, then quietly tried the latched. It was locked, of course, and Cindy
went back to the bed and lay down.
Cindy considered her predicament. She knew she had been hooked up to some
strange machine earlier, but she was in full control of her faculties as far as
she could tell, and was none the worse for wear physically. What had they been
trying to do to me? She wondered.
Her headache cleared up after a while, but it was rapidly replaced by a
growing dread over her predicament. She was locked in a room, held by strange
men who had experimented on her, and had held some strange sway over her friend
Megan, apparently. As the hours ticked by fear took hold and Cindy fell into a
near panic as she continued to work with the little information she had.
It was just as she was beginning to break into panic that the door opened.
A new man in a lab coat came in, shut the door and unfolded a chair he had
brought with him. Cindy quickly took stock of him as she curled up on the far
end of the bed. He was in his late twenties, about six feet tall, with short
black hair. He had a very assertive posture and a trim body Cindy might have
found attractive under less trying circumstances. His face was rugged, almost
handsome, but his eyes had a penetrating almost devilish quality that caused
Cindy to curl up even tighter as she first looked into them.
"Hello, Cindy. How are you today?" asked the man with a wide smile.
Cindy held back incredulous. It took her a moment to collect herself and
articulate her condition, her panic ebbing with every word. "Who do you think
you are? You can't just kidnap people and get away with it! What kind of a
crazy place is this?"
The manned smirked at Cindy's last question, a look of such ominence
crossed his face that Cindy stopped her tirade she had just been gearing up.
"Well, it's good to see Hagel is still doing his job. I am Josh, your
evaluator. I'm here to make sure your ready for release. Are you feeling
anything unusual, dizziness, nausea?" Josh asked.
Cindy held back, still considering the little information he had just given
her. "What do you mean evaluate me?" She asked cautiously, not knowing if she
really wanted an answer.
"We'll get to that in a moment." Josh smirked again. "I take it then that
you aren't feeling any way unusual?"
Cindy stole herself back in a bundle, resolved not to help this man by
answering his questions.
"Well then, I take that for no." Josh seemed to make a silent note to
himself. "Okay, if you don't want to talk, we'll begin the evaluation now.
Strip."
"What?" Cindy blurted out, shocked by such a blatantly offensive request.
Josh made another mental note. "Good, I was hoping for a level one
evaluation."
With that Cindy felt an odd tingle at the base of her neck, she shot her
hand back and felt a small bump that she hadn't felt before.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Hagel installed it after your initial workup."
Josh commented as Cindy was gripped by a new sensation.
Just as the tingle at the base of her neck ceased her hand pulled back to
her side of it's own volition. Cindy watched in an almost detached horror as
she rose, standing on the bed, without having willed it herself.
"Oh that's nothing. Just wait and see." Josh said ominously, replying to
the silent question etched with the fear on Cindy's face.
Just as he had spoke, Cindy found her hands moving up to her blouse, and
they began unbuttoning it from the bottom up. Cindy shot a look at her captor
as her hand continued their treacherous run up her blouse, freeing more buttons
as they went. Josh sat quietly, almost thoughtfully, watching Cindy slowly
undress. Just as her hands had reached the halfway point, a new motion
surprised Cindy as her ample hips began to sway, taking up a bazaar rhythm with
her hands as they continued their journey. She realized with abject horror,
that somehow she was being controlled to do a strip show for her evaluator.
Cindy continued to undress, her hips and body moving to an unseen rhythm as
she opened up her blouse, a toss of her arms and she stood before her tormentor
in just a bra. She breathed a sigh of relief as her treacherous hands moved to
her pants, saving the indignity of baring her chest for at least another moment.
She quickly unbuckled her pants and drew down the zipper.
Cindy's hands moved to wrap around both sides of her hips, still swaying
gently. With that, she pushed out her chest, thrusting her breasts towards the
watchful eyes of her captor, jiggling them slightly side to side. She continued
this as she slowly bent down, gliding her pants down her thighs with the insides
of her hands. As she hit the bottom of her stroke, she stood hunched over,
hands just above her ankles; her breasts hanging with great cleavage between and
she looked into the eyes of her captor and gave him her sweetest smile. Her
pants fell to her feet and a few moments work at her feet soon had Cindy
standing in nothing more than her panties and bra. Still swinging to that
unseen rhythm, her hands reached behind her back to the clasp for her bra,
thrusting her breasts out still further. A simple twist of her fingers and the
clasp let loose, her arms swept forward, taking the shoulder straps down and
releasing her still perfectly round breasts from their cups. The bra slipped
down her arms and fell upon the rest of the pile of Cindy's clothes that had
accumulated on the side of the bed. She thrust her chest out again, jiggling
her breasts slightly, allowing her tormentor a moment to appreciate her ripe c
cup breasts. They stood out full, round and perky, tipped by two pink nipples
hardened by the slight chill in the air. Cindy blushed feverishly; totally
embarrassed by the wanton way her body was presenting her charms. Her hands
move back to her waist and she again thrust and jiggled her breasts, this time
feeling even more of the jiggle then she had before. Another moment passed and
Cindy's hands slid down her thighs again, this time carrying away the last of
her coverings, revealing her unkempt brown bush. She repeated her earlier show,
now with her bare breast jiggling and her sweetest smile giving way to a wink
and a lash of her tongue. With a final gesture both her hands pulled up to the
sides of her head and she ran her fingers through her hair, hips swaying, her
breasts jutted out, and her long black hair cascading over the tops of her
breasts, just above her nipples.
As her body continued it's grind, Cindy felt more scared then she had ever
been before. Not only had she been somehow compelled to do this evil man's
bidding, she had done it in a way she would never have done on her own. Till
this day, she had allowed only a casual grope from her boyfriend, and never had
she placed herself on display like this. Worse yet, she knew that even her
expression had been one of smiling complacently as she had stripped, she hadn't
even been allowed a basic expression of her wish to resist.
"Very good, you passed the first test excellently. Since we now both know
you're basic situation, do you have any questions?" Josh asked politely.
A new tingle spread down her neck and Cindy found she could control herself
again, having halted her obscene display in mid sway. She quickly sat back down
on the far end the bed, covering her breasts and crotch from her captor's gaze.
"What have you done to me?"
"Oh, just a little reprogramming. The receiver in the back of your neck
can receive orders, and you've been reprogrammed to follow them using some
knowledge we've added in some unused portions of your brain." Josh replied.
"You are quite unable to resist any order we give you, though you are only on a
level one protocol. You're programmed only to respond to an active order as
directed, you won't attempt to anticipate orders."
The now familiar tingle singled Cindy that a new order had been passed to
her. "Why?" Was all she could say as her legs spread wantonly, giving Josh an
unopposed view of her bush. Her left hand quickly snaked down between her legs
and began masturbating as her right hand began kneading her breast. She found
her hands caressing her far better than they ever had before. Her right hand
pinching and twisting her nipple, bringing an odd mix of pleasure, and her left
hand caressed her nether lips and rubbing her clit. She also began to feel the
beginnings of arousal spread through her, doubtlessly triggered by their
insidious program and aided by her own continuing ministrations. Soon her slit
was wet with her juices, embarrassing her even more as she continued her show.
"That will have to wait. First, I want to take the pleasure of one more
test of your readiness before we release you." Josh answered as he began to
remove his clothes.
Cindy watched as he undressed, her arousal continuing to grow from her now
expert self-handling. She was surprised she still had control over her speech
as she let out a protest. "No, please don't. I'm still a virgin."
"That's just what I wanted to hear."
Cindy felt another tingle and the slowly building arousal became a torrent,
emptiness was beginning to build within her that she had never felt before. She
knew that if this continued, even what remained of her free will would be
begging him to take her. Her hands continued their work, preparing the way for
her captor to rape her, and there was nothing she could do.
She watched with growing hunger as he dropped the last of his clothes,
giving Cindy her first look at a naked man. Normally, her curiosity would be
thrown to the task of studying everything but only one thing concerned her at
the moment and that was the erect member at his center. He gave her a moment to
appreciate his size before moving towards the bed. As her fingers slipped
inside her now slippery slit, she wondered how such a thing could ever fit in
such a tiny space.
As he slid himself into bed, Cindy felt another tingle and she felt herself
move up beside him. She wondered with what little of her rational mind remained
just what this new program had in store for her.
As soon as they lay side by side, Josh reached over to fondle one of her ripe
breasts. Cindy moaned as he caressed her sensitive flesh. He continued his
ministrations for a few moments, watching Cindy's reaction in her hyper-aroused
state. He then withdrew his hand, pushing Cindy onto her back. Cindy watched
as she spread her legs widely for him, and Josh quickly took up his position
between them, his member now only inches from her maidenhood. As he moved into
place Cindy found her hands move behind his neck as she pulled herself up,
embracing her captor in a most tender kiss. Josh rested himself atop her as
their tongues casually traded blows, his member resting its length across her
nether lips. The flood of sensations were beginning to overwhelm what remained
of Cindy's rational mind. The burning arousal fueled by Josh's member massaging
her nether lips with gentle thrusts, Her breasts mashed against his chest
rubbing her sensitive nipples across him as they moved. Her hips bucked against
him, splitting her nether lips with his member as they shadow fucked. Cindy's
body had betrayed her completely and her mind cried out for the emptiness
between her legs to be filled.
Josh withdrew from their kiss, smiling at the arousal in Cindy's eyes.
"Are you ready, Cindy?"
Cindy shook her head, not trusting her voice. Her mind almost ready to
give in to the sensations, to surrender completely to her captor, as her arousal
burned through her.
Josh kept silent for a moment. His hand cupped a breast, kneading it as
Cindy let out a moan of ecstasy. Their hips still moving together as he
caressed her nether lips with his member.
"Are you ready, Cindy?"
She shook her head again, the symphony of pleasure almost robbing her of
her will. She didn't want to surrender, but her arousal now burned too bright.
She felt Josh fondle her breast again, and he leaned over sucking her nipple.
She had never felt anything like it before and she found her voice reasserting
itself. "Ohhh, yessss."
"Are you ready, Cindy?" Josh asked again, both his hands caressing her
breasts as they humped against each other.
"Yes." Cindy replied meekly, her body awash in sensations beyond her
control, filling her with pleasure she had never felt before.
Then with a motion of his hips, his member pulled back, its tip now wedged
against her entrance. Cindy was beyond all resistance as she let herself fall
back down to the bed, her hands descending to help direct the invader. Josh
waited for her to grip him before he began his gentle trust. Her hands
operating under directives she had never known, moved the head of his member up
and down her slit in time to his thrusts, hunting for the right angle. With a
sudden pop, she knew it had found its mark. The wedge that had separated her
lips now began to spear itself into her, her hand still holding it steady. The
momentary pain she felt as she stretched to accept him brought her closer to
reality again, but the program was still in full force and while she could more
clearly understand the events around her she had no more ability to control them
than before.
Josh continued with his ministrations to her breasts as he began a slow
humping into his new prize catch. Cindy felt slight pangs with each hump, and
sensed him deepening his penetration each time, her hand still holding his
member as it descended into her unplowed depths. Now her hips began
experimental trusts of their own, each bringing a sharp jab, she knew he had
brought himself to her barrier, and braced herself for the inevitable. To her
surprise, her hips pulled back slightly, then thrust in time with his, their
combined force impaling her to the hilt, his hairy balls tickling the sensitive
area below her slit.
They lay for a moment like that, virtually still. Cindy lay on her back,
her breast being fondled, her lips pressed against his, her legs spread wide and
her pussy speared to the hilt, seeping with her juices. It was an odd feeling
she hadn't felt before, being filled up so full. She took this moment to
consider just how trapped she was, her body had not just surrendered it had
helped her attacker at every step of the way. Now she was about to be rode for
the first time, and she had not a thing to say about it.
The moment ended with a slow withdrawal; Josh pulled his member back to the
gateway of Cindy's sanctuary. A slow holding action by her interior muscles
slowed his withdrawal, causing him to groan with satisfaction. Her nether lips
caressing him as he pulled back until just his tip still rested within her.
With the gates broken in, he began a slow casual trust, enjoying every moment of
her nether lips passing across his member, massaging him as he made his way deep
in to her warm, tight depths. Cindy was entranced by the sensation of her
parting folds as he slipped back inside her, filling her beyond belief. Her
burning arousal provided plenty of lubrication for his thrust, her tight muscles
massaging him as he went. By his second long thrust, the pain of her
defloration had passed and Cindy moaned with pleasure as he filled her up to the
brim again. Cindy's arousal now burned it's fiercest, more powerfully than she
had ever known. As Josh began to pick up his pace, she began to thrust back,
massaging him through his entire voyage to her depths her vaginal muscles
pulsing with programmed expertise to maximize his pleasure. Their pace
quickened and soon Josh was pistoning into Cindy with great speed. Her legs now
rapped around his waist; Cindy found her hips thrusting back just as hard,
slapping against him when they met, his balls smacking against her as she was
filled to capacity again and again.
Her body was on fire, her nipples burned, now neglected as Josh held her
hips to control his rapid thrusts. Her breasts bounced with each impact,
jiggling back and forth. Cindy herself had turned inward, relishing in the
sensation as he plowed her depths again and again, squeezing him with all her
strength, her fire building hotter as they pounded away. She had never felt
this way, so completely absorbed in sensation, her entire being building towards
release.
Josh seamed unstoppable, pounding at her with practiced ease for what
seemed to Cindy to be an eternity of pleasure. They shared their thrusts
continuously pounding into each other. As each thrust bottomed out, Cindy found
herself wiggling her hips as he fully impaled her, intensifying her pleasure for
that moment before he withdrew again. From time to time, he would pull his head
down and suck on one of her nipples, extracting moans of pleasure that mixed
with her grunts. Her nipples had hardened to tight nubs and with every suckled
he was sure to pinch the nipple with his teeth eliciting from her a pain
induced, pleasurable groan.
She grunted with every thrust, a sound of wonder and animalistic pleasure.
She had been swept away by the sensations; her virgin body exploited at it's
every weakness. Her hips knew after just a few thrusts how to hit her most
pleasurable spots, and each spreading of her folds brought back these novel
sensations of pleasure. Josh alternated himself between long hard thrusts and
series of quick pistoning motions into her depths. With his every long thrust,
Cindy's tight passage let him enter with gentle resistance, and clamped down as
he exited with her programmed expertise. Even as her mind lay dormant in a sea
of pleasure, grunting like an animal in heat, her now expertly trained body
worked to give the maximum pleasure of her charms to her
attacker.
Her head thrashed side to side, spilling her dark hair across the bed. The
one part of her body over which she still had some control contorted in
pleasure, grunting and moaning between the programmed kisses which took her
breath away as her body thrust itself upon her attacks pleasure giving member.
She was at the plateau of absolute pleasure, her mind swept away, waiting for
the trigger to send her over the edge.
With that, Josh impaled himself fully into Cindy, expending his first load.
Cindy had barely registered a warmth spreading through her pussy, his member
undulating with release, when she felt her own orgasm light off. The pleasure
overwhelmed her, she pulled her captor tighter, mauled her pelvis against his,
milking him for all he had. Her body relaxed, letting her enjoy the moment, as
her orgasm faded away. Her legs pulled back and she allowed him to withdraw,
taking his now withering member out of her slit with a smooth motion. Cindy lay
there in bliss his seed mingling with her blood as it seeped down her inner
thigh and onto the bedspread.
Josh rolled onto his side and began to explore the body of his young
captive more fully. His hands caressed her ample breast, kneading the nipples
his hands. As she lay there, breathing heavily from her exertion, his hands
traced the curve of her belly and fell upon her opened gates. He cupped her
mound, collecting their juices in his hand. After collecting enough, he brought
them up to Cindy's mouth. She eyed his sullied hand with some disdain,
wondering what her body would do. She lifted her upper body and leaned over the
offered juices, licking it from his hand until it was clean. Cindy recoiled a
bit in shock, but still could do nothing to stop the deed and she swallowed only
after letting the juices mingle in her mouth for a moment.
As she recovered from her first orgasm, she soon noticed that her arousal
had slackened only slightly after her release. Her body tormented by Josh's
continued, relaxed exploration of her body, his fingers striking fire across her
skin as he traced her body. She moaned with ecstasy with every caress of her
breasts or pussy, but the rest of her body remained locked in a resting
position, not lifting so much as a finger to help satisfy her. She began to
crave another fucking, even as her rational mind resisted such a notion, but she
suspected that her tormenter had just that in mind.
"Would you like another fuck?" Josh asked, his hand kneading her breast
again.
"Yesss." Cindy found herself replying before she could resist saying it.
Her mind still resisted, but her body had firmly surrendered to her passion.
"I hoped you were going to say that."
Cindy felt a tingle at the base of her neck and she soon found herself
rolling over, getting onto her hands and knees. Her legs spread wide, giving
Josh a full view of her mound, still dripping with their juices and her
continued arousal. It took Cindy a moment to realize the position she was now
in, that he was going to do her doggy style.
She felt him move on the bed and a moment later she felt him grab onto her
hips. She felt a smooth pressure against her nether lips and she knew he was
ready. He moved the head of his member between her folds up and down until he
found her entrance. Cindy was now wiggling her hips against her body helping to
seat him at her gates. She let out a passion filled moan as he filled her
again. She felt even more full now as he pushed into her, her internal muscles
already beginning their expert work pulsing around his buried member. Josh
began a slow withdrawal, and Cindy felt her body follow him, slowing his
withdrawal, until only his head rested within her. He then pressed forward
again, eliciting a groan of pure pleasure from his receptive captive. Josh
picked up his rhythm, and Cindy soon found her body meeting each slow thrust,
caressing him as he plowed her with a deliberate pace.
In moments, they were pounding away again. Cindy humped back against him
with each thrust, her breast bouncing wildly beneath her. Her undignified
position just throwing fuel into the fire that was consuming her. Her tightness
giving way with even more friction than before as he pistoned into her. Cindy
grunted and moaned in time with every overwhelming thrust. She no longer care
how she got to be here, all that mattered was the rhythmic motion of the ancient
dance that she was now engaged in. Her upper body now resting on her fore arms,
allowing her sensitive nipples to rub the satin bedspread, adding even more
pleasure to the torrent sweeping her away.
Having already spent himself once, Josh continued pounding into Cindy's
deliciously compliant body for half an hour. By now Cindy was beyond reach, her
mind swept away in sensation and her expertly trained body ensuring her captor
all the pleasure she could offer.
Cindy didn't even feel the tingle of the new command, only noticing when
Josh pulled himself from her pussy. Her mind, still clouded by waves of
pleasure, watched in detachment as Josh lay back down on the bed. She moved to
straddle his hips gripping his member. Cindy again found her hands spreading
her nether lips with the head of his member, seeking entrance for her rapist.
As her hands found her entrance, she sank her hips upon him, impaling herself
fully on his member, moaning as she descended upon him, parting her sensitive
flesh. She sat like that for a moment, fully stuffed again, her chest heaving
as she caught her breath from the last round of exertion. Josh reached up to
caress her breasts as she sat there, wondering when her body would begin again
to finish her journey towards another orgasm.
It took her a few minutes to catch her breath, her body patiently waiting
for it to recover enough for the next round. Cindy was in good shape, but the
she had never prepared herself for the mindless exertion she exhibited in her
programmed fucking. Her mind was beyond concern, still resting upon a sea of
arousal from her earlier fucking, reveling in the sensation of Josh's member
twitching in her depths.
Her hips lifted themselves and began a new pumping motion; she leaned
forward, placing her hands on each side of his chest, her nipples rubbing
against him with her thrusts. Her body impaling itself again and again, meeting
only occasionally with a thrust from her keeper. Cindy's mouth found Josh's and
their tongues traded blows again as she continued her thrusts against him.
Another tingle slowed Cindy's thrusts. She found herself resting on her
captor's chest, her hips slowly pulling his member in and out of her depths at a
casual pace. Her arms wrapped around him as he placed his hands on her back,
slowly stroking her hair. Cindy's arousal abated, still present but its
intensity reduced at her more cause coupling. Her mind slowly recovered from
its fog and she soon was wrapped up in studying her every move. Her hips slowly
pulled back and forth, her nether lips given a long caress by his member with
every relaxed thrust. Her internal muscles pulsed in ways Cindy had never
experienced, massaging him as she pulled him in and out.
Cindy rested as her body continued it's automated fucking, content on a
buzz of arousal. She lay there atop Josh for what seemed like hours as he took
a nap underneath her. Had she not been tamed by arousal Cindy would have cried
at being so blatantly used as a living toy. She wondered if her reaction was
part of the program, not certain if she wanted to know the answer. Rationally,
she knew she had been completely used, her body an accomplice in her rape and
continued abuse, but she couldn't bring herself to cry. She waited patiently,
calmed by her still burning arousal as she continued to impale herself on his
member, for her rapist to wake up and finish off their fucking.
Josh awoke after a few hours, and looked into Cindy's eyes. She looked
back with a pleading look, arousal burning within her as her hips continued
their measure strokes on his still hard member. He enjoyed the sensation for a
few more minutes before he collected himself and rolled Cindy onto her back.
Cindy felt the familiar tingle, and an almost simultaneous crescendo of
arousal. She now lay beneath him, her legs spread wide, massaging the member
impaled fully within her. A fire of passion consumed her, her nipples hardened,
her loins burned, waiting impatiently for her attacker to begin.
Josh allowed Cindy to writhe in sexual torment below him for a moment
before beginning his withdrawal. Cindy's hips followed his movement, her tight
interior caressing him as he went. He slammed back into her, eliciting a
pleasurable grunt from the slave beneath him. He soon picked up the pace,
beginning a repeat of Cindy's first fuck. She grunted in pleasure as her hips
drove themselves forward to meet his thrusts. He lowered himself upon her,
mashing her bouncing breasts with his chest, catching her writing head in a
passionate kiss as they humped against each other. Cindy reveled in their
renewed fucking, letting herself go as her body took her towards another orgasm.
Cindy felt Josh pull himself up into a kneeling position, pulling her hips
with him as she continued to massage his impaled member. Her legs repositioned
themselves around him, helping to support her hips as he began to pound into her
even harder. Cindy's concentration moved to her crotch, as he roughly pounded
away at her. Her hips moved to meet his thrusts and Cindy fell away in the
sensation of his member pistoning away inside her. Her hand snaked down to rub
her clit, causing another wave of passion to consume her as they continued their
coupling.
As Cindy pounded back against him, lost in the sensation, Josh clamped down
roughly on her hips, impaling her roughly as he expended himself within her.
Again, Cindy barely felt his seed splash against her insides when her orgasm
exploded. The rough pace and expert handling boiling over into a moment of
blinding pleasure. Cindy screamed in passion as the wave broke, her hips motion
ceased as she became momentarily limp as pleasure coursed through her being.
Her programming reasserted its control a moment later, holding her position,
still impaled on her rapist's member.
Josh pulled out of her with a long slow motion, causing another moan to
escape Cindy's lips as he let her fall back onto the bed. He sent her another
command and her body relaxed. Almost as soon as the program released her, Cindy
fell into a pleasurable sleep.
She lay on the bed just as Josh left her, her legs still wantonly spread,
her ripe breasts rising and falling with each deep breath, a look of complete
contentment etched on her angelic features.
*****
Cindy awoke some time later, aching in every muscle, and especially in her
crotch. She groaned as she pulled herself up. She took stock of the room
again. Josh had left, but a small meal and a washbasin were left next to the
bed. As she got up, Cindy felt the sticky dried remnants of her first fuck on
her inner thighs. She walked over to the basin and quickly washed herself down,
paying particular attention to her sore crotch. As she finished washing up, her
hunger asserted itself and she quickly devoured the meager portions left to her.
Once she finished her meal Cindy finished examining the room, finding her
clothes still laying beside the bed. She quickly reached for her bra and moved
to put it on. As soon as she tried to move her arm into the strap her hands
went slack and the garment dropped to the floor. Cindy tried again, but again
her hands ceased functioning as soon as she moved to put on the bra. She then
tried her blouse, and again, her hands refused to allow her to put it on. She
contorted wildly, seeking to have her arm seat itself in the sleeve, but at each
crucial moment, her body refused her commands, and the garment fell to the
ground. With that final confirmation of her situation, Cindy broke down and
cried, wrapping herself in a ball atop her clothes and sobbed.
As she cried, Cindy began coming to terms with her new lot in life. She
had been turned from a happy, freewheeling, teenager into some kind of sex slave
puppet. Her body's complete surrender yesterday she could accept, because of
her kidnappers programming, but she had surrendered in spirit as well. Now,
crying on the floor, she wondered what would become of her, what new
degradations she would be forced to endure at the hands of the people who had
taken her. She wanted to resist them, but she knew it was fruitless, she hadn't
even been able to put on her clothes when one of her kidnappers wasn't here to
control her. She wept, consumed by the hopelessness and uncertainty of her
situation.
She stayed curled up on the floor well after she had cried herself out, and
she was still there when the door opened and Josh emerged.
"It's always the clothes." Josh shook his head in mock sympathy. "You
girls always break down after trying to dress. Well, enough of that, I have
plenty of things to do today, and I thought you would appreciate a tour of our
facility before I release you."
Cindy sniffled and crept back into the corner between the bed and the wall.
"Now don't be like that. You know I can have you follow faithfully behind
me, and it'll be much better for you if you comply without being ordered. I
wouldn't want to have to punish you." Josh commented ominously.
Cindy considered his words for a moment. Given what she knew about these
people she didn't want to risk punishment. She resolved her will in a moment
and then cautiously rose, her hands and arm modestly covering her bush and
breasts. "Can I at least get dressed first?"
"Cindy, why would you want to hide such a beautiful body? Besides, it's
policy here that all our female guests conduct themselves in the nude. Shall we
begin?" Josh held the door in an oddly chivalrous manor, following the
reluctant Cindy out into the hallway.
Cindy looked down the hallway, seeing door after door, just like the one to
her room, curving in an arc to her left. She wondered just how many other poor
girls were enduring similar treatment to hers. A few other obvious staff
members crossed by, each taking their time to fully explore her every curve with
their eyes. Cindy blushed, and covered herself as she waited for Josh to get
moving.
"I see you have a new volunteer there. How's she adapting?" asked one of
the passing staffers. He reached out to cup one of Cindy's breasts, and she
pulled away. The staffer smiled. "Well, you got her out without triggering.
She'll get along alright."
"She still has a lot to learn though, but that's not my job. Come on,
Cindy." Josh led her away from the staffer, his eyes following her swaying hips
as she followed Josh.
Cindy followed in silence as they walked down the corridor. Though still
uncomfortable, she was slowly growing accustomed to the leers from passersby.
The cool breeze between her legs and the excessive jiggle of her unbound breasts
was a bit more disconcerting, however.
"We have almost two hundred other guests in training right now, at this
center alone. You caused us a little bit of trouble however, coming back to
Penbrooke when you did. We'd already passed through there while you were out on
vacation. Still, I can't say I regret having the pleasure of being able to
evaluate you myself. This facility is generally just for special orders at this
point." Josh explained as they strolled down the hall.
"Special orders?" Cindy asked. The scope of this organization was
beginning to dawn on her. She had assumed she was being experimented on in some
lab, not part of some greater enterprise.
"When one of our organizations top members want a specially programmed
companion, she's generally sent here. Were the oldest facility and have the
best programmers available." Josh answered proudly. "We also are complete with
a complete staff of the best cosmetic surgeons in the world."
Cindy flinched a little at his reply. "Am I going to be a special order?"
She asked with trepidation. The concept of being altered even more radically
then she already had, was a frightening notion.
"Oh, no. Our mobile training facility missed you when you were on
vacation. When your family returned they were all shipped here, since we're the
closest facility." Josh answered.
Cindy recoiled at that answer. "My families here too?"
"Yes, I had the chance to over see your older sisters evaluation as well.
I must say, of the family you're definitely the looker." Josh replied casually.
"I'm looking forward to looking in on your little sister as well."
Cindy's eyes burned with anger, and she tried to lunge at him. She took
only two angry steps towards him before her body fell limp, crumpling to the
floor. She seethed with impotent rage as she watched her captor turn back to
her. That this had been done to her, she could accept, but she couldn't contain
her anger at here the same thing had been done to her family.
Josh looked down at her with the look of a master, watching his subject
learn the limits of her freedom. "You already know we programmed you not to
wear clothes in here. Do you think we'd let you assault the staff? Come on
now, we're at the first stop of the tour." Josh waited for her to control her
anger and reassert control over her movement. After a few cautious moves of her
arms, Cindy stood back up and followed Josh into the next room.
The room was an extension of the hallway, though several times as wide,
still curving off, as though part of a big circle. Cindy took a moment to
recognize it as the same room she had first remembered here. Rows of chairs
three deep lined each side of the room, a control station set beside each chair.
Around half the chairs were filled, with technicians working at the controls.
The subjects were mostly young women, but Cindy saw several groups of what
appeared to be whole families.
"You of course remember the programming center. Right now were processing
a number of specialty orders as well as a few straggler families to local
communities, much like yours. I can't tell you how the programming is
installed, but should you need an upgrade or modification you'll be returned
here." Josh explained as they walked
through.
Cindy walked past, turning away from the muted horror in the eyes of those
unfortunate enough to have regained consciousness. She followed Josh through
another passageway of doors and then found herself being walked into an orgy.
The room was the same rough size as the programming chamber. Beds and an array
of furniture Cindy didn't recognize were strewn throughout the room. Men and
women were strewn about as well, most locked in some form of intimate embrace.
Cindy eyes turned to the floor, finding it difficult to look into the sea of
seething flesh, though she couldn't escape the passionate sounds of pleasure
that filled the air.
"This is our work out area. For guests that are being held over, this
gives them the chance to work on their technique. You'll be spending a lot of
time here, if we decide to keep you at the facility." Josh explained. "Oh, I
almost forgot, since your friend Megan delivered you she's given us a good
opportunity to study how our guests adapt after returning home."
Cindy looked up to see her friend locked in an embrace with a teenage boy.
Megan was on her back, her short legs lewdly spread, her hips moving to meet her
partners thrusts. Cindy watched as Megan moaned and grunted fully lost in the
pleasure she was feeling. Her eyes staring straight through Cindy as Megan was
lost in her own pleasure. Cindy felt a pang of envy, remembering her own
pleasure at being in a similar position just the day before.
"I'm glad she stopped in, she is certainly a lovely little number, I'll
have to see if we can't have a little get together later on." Josh commented,
then proceeded back into another door filled hallway.
Cindy had a hard time getting the image of her friend being fucked out of
her mind. She wondered how Megan had fallen into this evil crowd. Just how had
Penbrooke been so easily subdued?
Their tour continued through a surgical area and a more traditional gym,
though everyone was exercising in the nude. Cindy wondered just what kind of
people could build a place like this, and not be stopped.
"Why are you doing all this?" She asked
Josh laughed. "I'm just another pawn." He showed her his neck; a scar
showed where his own implant had been placed. "Oh, I have some authority and
responsibilities, but at the end of the day, the boss can make me do whatever he
wants. I presume this is all some method for world domination. Once everyone
is implanted with a control chip, those at the top will have complete control
over everything, allowing us free will only so long as we don't cause trouble.
I suppose they've also got a thing for sex, not that I'm complaining. Still
when it
comes to matter of grand design, I don't know what the goal is."
Cindy nodded. She wondered just what the world had become, what kind of
future she would encounter once she was allowed to leave this place. Even her
captor was no more than a pawn. Cindy was led back to her room, Josh leaving
her alone to attend to his other duties. Cindy lay back down on the bed, still
soiled with the juices from her previous coupling, resting as she awaited her
new fate.
Part 2
A short while later Josh returned holding a pair of scissors. "Here,
you'll need these. It's been decided that you're to be returned to Penbrooke as
soon as possible. We're going to need the space. There was a cheerleader
conference scheduled at the local university,
and were going to be busy processing them this week."
Cindy flinched as Josh licked his lips, taking the scissors from him.
"What do I need these for?"
"You'll see."
Cindy felt the familiar tingle in her neck and found herself walking over
to the pile of discarded clothes at the side of the bed. Cindy felt like a
puppet, her arms and legs moving without her orders. Yesterday she had been
scared and then swept away by her fucking. Now she was fully resigned to her
fate and felt the odd sensation of being an observer in her own body.
While Cindy was wrapped up in thought of her new state, she reached down
and picked out her pants and blouse from the pile, setting them on the bed. She
picked up the scissors and quickly sliced up both garments. She cut her pants
right where the pant legs met the crotch, leaving only enough cloth to cover her
bush and the top of her ass. Her blouse was cut almost in half and the sleeves
were removed, Cindy estimated it would leave just enough to cover her chest, if
that. Once she finished she handed the scissors back to Josh and considered
that she would almost rather go out naked than in these abbreviated clothes.
"Well, we do have to keep up some appearances. It wouldn't do for you to
go about naked on the outside. We haven't gotten everyone yet, and most people
just wouldn't understand. Now, you need to get dressed so you can get going.
Don't bother with the underwear, you won't be wearing them anymore." Josh
explained.
Cindy quickly complied, pulling up the pants and putting on the remains of
her blouse. She found that she could only button the bottom few buttons, just
enough to hold the garment together in the middle. Her cleavage clearly showed
at the top and the blouse had been cut up so far that the bottom of her breasts
peaked out from the below. Cindy wasn't sure if she preferred this to just
going around naked. She felt like a tramp dressed like she was, and that was
almost a greater indignity.
"You look wonderful, your driver's waiting." Josh waved her to the door.
Cindy walked out into the hallway and found Megan waiting there. Megan was
dressed much the same as Cindy was. Megan's pants had been cut in the same
style, though she wore a sheer white tank top instead of a blouse. The tank top
was obviously a size too small, her C cup breasts strained against the fabric,
her areola clearly showing through the white fabric, and the bottom of the tank
top rested just below the crimson circles at the tips of breasts. Megan's light
brown hair had been pulled back in a rough ponytail, leaving stragglers hanging
around her head. Megan's skin still shimmered with sweat from the workout she
had just endured, her brown eyes still clouded by the orgasm she was still
recovering from. As she saw Cindy look her over, Megan blushed, embarrassed at
every aspect of her appearance and the distinctive smell of sex that came from
between her legs.
Josh whistled, as he looked Megan over. "It's too bad we didn't have time
to have a little party." He casually lifted up Megan's shirt and fondled her
breast. Megan whimpered but didn't pull back.
"You'll have to come back again. I'll be sure to get you on my schedule."
Josh reached down Megan's shorts and cupped her mound, eliciting another whimper
and a deeper shade of red across her skin. "Now remember, you need to tell
Cindy the standard lecture. It'll be easier on her if she knows what to expect
before it happens."
Megan nodded her head as Josh continued to grope her. Cindy watched the
scene with surprise. Megan hadn't been exceptionally conservative in dress or
conduct, but Cindy never expected her to just hold still and take this kind of
treatment. This as much as anything else that had happened left Cindy wondering
how long it would be before she complied regardless of a tingle from the base of
her neck.
"Alright then, have a nice trip. Come back again soon, ladies." Josh
reached around and grabbed hold both girls on the ass before leaving them
standing in silence.
They stood in silence for a moment before Megan began sniffling. "I'm
sorry, I'm so sorry about all this."
Cindy embraced her friend as she sobbed. "It's okay, you couldn't have
done anything. Now, let's get out of here."
Megan cried for a few more minutes holding on to her friend. She sniffled
again then pulled back, pulling her meager covering back over her breasts.
"Okay."
They walked in silence the rest of the way out. They were met with
whistles and leers by almost every man walking past. Every naked girl exchanged
looks of pity with them. Several times they were stopped as they made their way
out of the facility to be groped by some passerby. Megan took the encounters
with as much grace as she had left, reseating her clothes after each handling.
Cindy resisted the first time, slapping the attacker and pulling away. With a
tingle at the back of her neck Cindy unbuttoned her blouse and presented her
breasts to the staffer. He fondled her for a few minutes before letting the two
girls go on their way. In return for her resistance, Cindy was forced to walk
the rest of the way with her breasts thrust out and exposed, offering a feel to
every man that walked by.
"The ones in charge don't like you to fight back. It's bad enough having
to follow their standard program without adding to it." Megan warmed her.
Cindy's task of offering her charms to every passerby slowed their progress
considerably, but at long last, they made it to the main entrance. As soon as
she walked past the receptionist's desk, Cindy rebuttoned her blouse. Cindy was
glad it was over, though she wondered what further humiliations she would be
forced to endure.
A valet brought up Megan's car and soon they were on the open road,
heading for Penbrooke.
"How are you holding up?" Megan asked, placing a comforting hand on her
friend's leg as she drove.
"Okay, I guess. This is a lot to take in, being turned into some kind of
sex puppet." Cindy answered. "How long has it been for you?"
"It seems like forever, but it's only been about two weeks." Megan
answered. "The first days are the worst. Getting used to all the changes they
make to you."
"Like what?"
"First is the clothes. We dress like this all the time were out of the
house, unless we're ordered to dress up for something. If we're inside a
building, we strip at the front door and go naked. The worst thing is the
impulses though." Megan explained.
"Impulses?" Cindy asked.
"That's what we call them anyway. It's completely random, you just get an
urge to do some sex thing with someone. You'll be walking past a guy on the
street and the next thing you know you're fucking him, right there in public."
Megan explained, a glimmer of lust in her eyes with the last admission. "It
doesn't stop at straight fucking. There isn't an act you won't do, anytime,
anywhere with anyone. The only good thing is you always end with one of these
great orgasms."
Cindy recoiled a bit at Megan's description of her future. She was also a
bit shocked at Megan's lusty reaction to her descriptions. Cindy wondered if
she would be the same way soon, wistfully waiting for her next impulse to fuck
someone.
"How did this happen to Penbrooke?" Cindy asked.
"Well, everything seemed to change after this free concert came to town."
Megan began.
The Fall of Penbrooke:
Megan had been surprised when she heard about the free concert being held
by her favorite band that Friday. She regretted that Cindy was off on vacation
and would miss it, but Megan wasn't about to deprive herself of the experience.
The concert itself hadn't been as good as Megan had hoped. The band seemed
wooden, as if their heart wasn't into their performance. An odd sound from the
speakers had also cropped up from time to time and by the time the concert was
over she was slightly nauseous. On her way out, she was offered souvenir black
disks with the band's name on them. They had plenty and told her to take one
for each of her family. Megan did so, though she knew none of her family would
care. It was still a neat souvenir.
When she reached home, Megan began feeling strange again. The concert had
gotten out late, and the rest of her family was asleep when she had gotten back.
Still feeling strange, she walked up the stairs to the bedrooms and placed a
souvenir on the back of the neck of her parents and older sister. Megan didn't
know why she did it but felt compelled to do so. As soon as she was finished,
she walked over to a phone and dialed a number. When it answered, she pressed
several buttons and hung up. As she let go of the receiver she sat down on the
floor and slipped into unconsciousness.
The next thing Megan remembered was waking up on a bed. She tossed for a
moment before realizing it wasn't her bed and bolted upright. She was greeted
with the sight of thousands of people sitting in the seats of the concert hall
she had been at the night before, all looking at her. She sat on the bed,
wondering if she was having some kind of dream. She didn't feel like she was
dreaming but still she was sitting on a stage in front of thousands of people.
She looked around the stage, several cameras were pointed at her, and a Mic
hovered just above the bed. As she turned to the back of the stage, she saw
herself, on the projection screens that lined the end of the stage.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Penbrooke. I'm here to introduce
you to your new way of life."
Megan looked to see an older man walk out onto the stage, holding a
microphone. She wondered what he was talking about.
The concert hall maintained an eerie silence at the man's comment. The
audience remained quiet, staring down on the stage.
"I am Brice Pearson, an associate with Human Resources International, and I
am proud to announce that Penbrooke has now joined the HRI world community. At
HRI, we believe in unlocking human potential, and channeling it in positive
directions. To facilitate this we use technology to unlock your inhibitions and
manage your capabilities for greatest effect. To demonstrate the HRI advantage
in personnel management we will have a presentation with the lovely Megan Carm
from Penbrooke High on the HRI evaluation process. Please enjoy the
presentation. After Megan has finished we'll take you in sections for your own
evaluations." Pearson explained with practiced professionalism. Once he
finished, he pulled back to the side and the cameras switched back to Megan, who
still sat on the edge of the bed.
Megan wondered what he could be talking about. She certainly didn't want
any part of this and tried to get up. No matter how hard she tried, her legs
refused to let her up and she remained seated. She was about to risk crawling
away when Brice spoke again.
"First we test our control with a simple exercise."
Megan felt an odd tingling sensation at the base of her neck. Before she
could reach back to find the source, she found herself standing up and walking
to the edge of the stage, only a few feet in front of the bed. Fear swept
through her as she wondered what had caused her to do that. She looked down at
the front rows of the audience in front of her, recognizing many of her fellow
classmates mixed in with neighbors and other townsfolk.
As she stopped at the edge of the stage, her hands reached down, grabbing
the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing. With one long pull, she found
herself standing in front of the town of Penbrooke topless, except for her bra.
Megan instantly went red with embarrassment, her body, however, continued with
the demonstration. As soon as her hand dropped her shirt to the stage, she
found herself thrusting out her chest, her hands went between the cups of her
bra and unclasped it. A moment later, her bra joined her shirt on the stage,
her nipples hardening involuntarily from the slight chill in the air. She felt
her upper body twist, jiggling her perky breasts for the entire town. Megan had
never been so embarrassed, but only the crimson hue of her skin gave away her
feelings as she gave the crowd her best school girl smile. With another casual
movement, her hands unzipped her pants and pulled them down her hips, allowing
them to pile up around her ankles. With that she bent over, pulled off her
shoes and socks, and stepped out of her pants. Her hands traced back up her
legs, until they reached the waistband of her panties. Again, her hands pulled
down over her hips, letting her last garment fall to the floor.
Now nude, Megan found herself beginning a dance on stage. Her hips swayed
gently, her hands coursed over her body, tracing her curves. Occasionally, she
would cup her breasts as if presenting them to the audience or jiggle them
invitingly. She would bend over with her legs spread, giving the audience an
unencumbered view of her pussy. As she continued this lewd display, inside
Megan was scared and embarrassed. She felt like a puppet as she swayed and
caressed her body in front of much of the town of Penbrooke.
"Isn't she beautiful? That is stage one of our evaluation process, showing
us that our members are fully compliant with any
request. Next Megan will demonstrate stage two of our evaluation."
Megan felt another tingle in her neck, and gave the audience one more out-
thrust jiggle of her breasts. She turned back to the bed, and lay down in the
center. Her legs parted and her hands began to massage her sensitive spots.
Megan felt a wave of arousal flow through her as her hands rubbed her clit and
kneaded her breasts. She wondered what had been done to her to get her to act
like this. Still, her fear and apprehension were quickly being washed away by
her growing arousal. She had masturbated before but never had she gotten such a
strong reaction. She felt the hand between her legs get damp as her juices
began flowing. As she lay there writhing in passion, she wondered what would
come next.
Megan didn't have long to wait. A jolt on the bed caused her to look
beside her. The lead singer of the band from last night was laying beside her,
completely naked with a raging erection. As he caressed her breasts, Megan
swore she was dreaming again. She had fantasies about him before, especially
while masturbating, and now she knew he was going to make love to her. Megan
wasn't a virgin; she had lost that in the cramped back seat of her last
boyfriend's car. It hadn't been a good experience, but Megan hadn't been
completely turned off to sex, just more wary about it. Now in thrall by some
strange force, she found solace in her fantasies and waited for him to take her.
He didn't make her wait long. He massaged her breasts for just a few
moments before rolling on top of her. Megan spread her legs wide, and found her
hand going between her legs to grab his member. As she did, he pushed forward
slightly, and she guided him into her soft folds, parting her nether lips with
the head of his member. He quickly found his mark and pushed into her with a
slow steady thrust. Megan let out an extended moan as he sank into her depths,
filling her completely, her passionate voice amplified by the sound system
echoed through the room. With that they kissed, long and tender, joined
intimately before thousands of people. Megan was on fire, locked in complete
arousal, the fact that she was in front of an audience completely forgotten. As
he rested inside her, she began humping against him, her hands exploring her
lover's back. He moved his hands down, stilling her hips. He then began to
pull back, slowly pulling out of Megan's tight depths. As he pulled out, Megan
gasped, relishing the sensation of her own inner folds collapsing as he pulled
out, his member rubbing her sensitive flesh as it withdrew. By the time he had
pulled himself back to her gates, Megan could barely contain herself as he held
her hips from moving to engulf him again. He sat at her gates, teasing her for
a moment, before plunging forward again with a slow measured thrust. Megan was
focused on his member as it slowly plowed into her, filling her again. So
wrapped up in the sensations, Megan didn't notice her own vaginal muscles
pulsing with precision around the impaling member. Her partner continued his
slow steady thrusts for some time, keeping Megan burning with pleasure, moaning
with each down stroke and gasping with each withdrawal.
Her lover began to pick up the pace slowly, and released Megan's hips.
Megan immediately felt her hips meeting his thrusts, first casually, and then
with greater urgency as the pace increased. Megan kissed him again, holding his
head to her lips as they pistoned against each other. He wrapped his arms
around her back, pumping hard into her. Megan felt as if they were melding into
one being as she wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her hips,
kissing him passionately, her breasts flattened against him. She was at the
apex of sensation, engulfed by passion. Between each passionate kiss, Megan
writhed in passion, grunting with animalistic lust with each deep penetration.
Megan felt the thrusts become more frantic, her hips bucked wildly, meeting
her lovers frenzied motion. She knew instinctively that he was about to come
and just as she realized it, she felt a spreading warmth within her. Her orgasm
hit powerfully. Her head fell back, a lust filled scream passed her lips as she
was overcome by the release of all the sexual tension built up within her. Her
lover gradually slowed his pace as his member grew soft. Megan was beyond reach
as she was washed away in pleasure. She barely noticed as her lover withdrew
from her folds and left the stage. Only the booming voice of the announcer
brought her back to the present.
"Isn't she wonderful? Megan will continue with the demonstration as you
begin your own evaluations. Good luck in your new life as members of HRI.
After your evaluations are finished you'll each receive an individual tutorial
on all the benefits and responsibilities of HRI membership. Have a great day."
Megan remained laying for a few minutes. Her breasts heaved as she
recovered from the exertion. She felt his seed and her juices seeping from her
pussy and dripping down between her widely spread legs. As she recovered from
her orgasm, she gradually became aware of her surroundings again. She couldn't
believe she had just fucked a guy in front of the town, She again noticed her
inability to control her actions as she lay there, spread bare in front of
everyone.
Her breathing slowed after a few minutes and her body turned and sat up on
the bed. She crawled over to the edge and reached underneath. Megan was
concerned when her hand pulled back a box of sex toys. Her hands quickly pulled
back a large vibrating dildo and a hand held massager. She lay back on the bed,
turned on both devices and spread her legs. She looked up to see a camera
pointed down at her as she began pushing the dildo into her pussy. Her hands
moved of their own volition, and soon she was heaving in the throws of passion
again. Her right hand slowly worked the dildo into her, parting herself more
widely then ever before. The dildo was considerably larger than either of her
past experiences and she found herself in awe as she split her self open with
the toy. Her pussy was on fire as she slowly impaled herself on the vibrating
phallus. Her other hand spreading pleasure as she ran the massager over both
her sensitive breasts.
Megan lay there, moaning in pleasure for hours as the concert hall
gradually was emptied of its inhabitants. Megan continued her demonstration of
self pleasuring techniques the entire time, writhing and bucking with pleasure
as her body ran out its program. Her awareness of her situation faded in and
out as her passion ebbed and flowed. Still, the all consuming passion parted
enough for Megan to feel like a puppet only occasionally. As she moaned and
squealed from her self pleasuring, Megan didn't feel another orgasm the entire
time. Even as her every sense burned with passion, release never came. Only
when the last of the audience left the hall did relief come. As she heard the
door shut, a tidal wave of pleasure was let loose upon the writhing girl. The
torrent consumed her, an impassioned scream echoed in the room till her breath
was gone. Exhausted, Megan fell into a deep sleep as her orgasm fell away.
*****
Megan awoke some time later, aching with every muscle, especially her
crotch. She still felt full and sent a hand between her legs. She found the
now motionless dildo still buried fully inside her. She gripped it and pulled
it out with a pop. Megan gasped as she pulled its lubricated, ridged surface
across her sensitive folds. After that she rested for a few more minutes before
moving to get up. Her display from the day before haunted her. Megan wondered
what had possessed her, and now she wondered why she had been left naked on the
stage. She knew she had completely humiliated herself in front of everyone.
She recalled the boys who had watched from the front row as she had stripped in
front of them. She had gone to school with them, even rebuffed some of their
advances, now she'd be in their wet dreams and fantasies. She shivered at the
thought, which brought her back to her current predicament, that of being naked
on stage.
At the least she was grateful to have control back. Her limbs weren't
doing anything without her permission. She pulled herself to the edge of the
bed and looked around the stage. She found her clothes sitting on a chair
beside the bed. She got up and walked over and discovered a pair of scissors
and a note on top of her garments. She pulled out the note and read it.
Hello Megan!
Welcome to the HRI family. Your wonderful demonstration helped us to more
easily evaluate your fellow townsfolk. Now that the evaluation process is over,
you are free to return home, and begin your new life as a member of HRI. A pair
of scissors has been left to help you modify your wardrobe appropriately. Also
our introduction package is included to help educate you on the benefits and
responsibilities of your membership with HRI. Thanks again for your assistance.
Brice Pearson
p.s. Don't worry about wearing underwear, you'll find you can't and a beautiful
you women like you shouldn't worry about such things anyway.
Megan put down the letter and looked at her clothes. She wondered what he
meant about modifying her wardrobe. She picked up the scissors and found her
hands operating of their own will again. She watched as she pulled out her
pants and T-shirt and gave them several cuts. When her hands finished Megan
looked down at the remains of her shirt and pants. She had removed both pant
legs from her jeans and had cut her T-shirt in half, then removed the sleeves.
She looked over her hands in surprise at their independent action, still not
used to her limbs moving without directions from her own thoughts. Megan then
tried to put on her bra. Just as the note had warned she found herself
incapable of putting on the garment. At that point Megan resolved herself to
getting out of the concert hall. Choosing the path of least resistance, she put
on the shirt and pants, shocked by the wanton image they created. Her pants
were cut so high that only her bush and the top of her ass were covered. The
bottom of her breasts peaked out from below her shirt. Megan quickly put her
shoes on and got herself out of the hall, being sure to take the rest of the
information with her. She wanted to get home where she hoped to come to grips
with the strange events that had gripped her.
Megan lived only a few blocks from the concert hall and quickly walked
home. Once she was outside, everything seemed normal for a bit, then she
spotted a women walking the other direction. The women was dressed in basically
the same indecent way as Megan herself, and it took Megan a moment to recognize
her as the Miss Finnley, one of Penbrooke's teachers. Megan was shocked that
Miss Finnley would go out in public like that, normally being one to be covered
from head to toe, and always chastising girls for lewd behavior. This just
fueled her desire to get home and Megan speeded her pace as much as she dared,
not wanting to risk her breasts bouncing free from her shirt.
As she passed through her front door, Megan breathed a sigh of relief, only
to be cut short as her hands started moving again. In moments they had stripped
her of her meager clothing, and she stood naked in her living room. Megan went
to pick up the information packet she had been left when she heard an odd sound
from upstairs. Megan ran up the stairs, forgetting her nudity for the moment.
As she cleared the top, she noticed the sounds coming from every upstairs
bedroom but hers. The sounds of grunting and squealing, the squeaking of bed
springs and the slapping of flesh filled the air. Megan knew what that meant,
and her own morbid curiosity got the better of her.
Megan walked quietly down the hallway, the carpeted floor completely
masking her foot falls. Her older sister's room was first, the sounds of
squeaking bedsprings coming out of the open door. Megan peaked around the
corner, careful not to bring attention to herself. Her older sister Mary was
laying on her back, her legs spread, meeting the thrusts of the cock that was
plunging into her. Mary's breasts were being mauled by her lovers hands, as she
grunted in time with his thrusts. Megan looked on in astonishment as she
watched her own father give her older sister a rousing fuck. If she hadn't been
standing there she would never have believed such a thing possible, but the
groans and grunts accentuated by the squeaking bed told Megan it was real.
Megan stepped back in amazement, then quickly moved towards the next source
of lustful sounds, her little brother Billy's room. The scene there was still
shocking, but only in comparison to the way things had been, not what was going
on in Mary's room. Magen's friend Sara was on her hands and knees squealing
with each of Billy's thrusts. Billy's hands held onto Sara's waist as he
pounded away at her, panting as he did. Sara bounced with each thrust, her hair
cascading wildly, her breasts jumping forward and back. Megan watched them for
a few minutes, a tingle of arousal running through her. She hadn't realized how
mature her little brother had gotten, but the look of ecstasy on Sara's face
told Megan he had grown up to be a man.
The sounds from the master bedroom beckoned Megan, however, and she turned
away from her brother's room and peered through the open door of her parent's
bedroom. Megan's mother was on her back, her legs spread wide, humping back
against a strap on cock! Megan gasped as she saw Brenda, another of her
friends, laying between her mother's legs humping away with a strap on. Megan's
mother was moaning as she kissed Brenda, their ample breasts rubbing nipple to
nipple. Megan had never imagined such a scene, and she stepped back into the
hallway surrounded by the sounds of passion from every room. Her own arousal
beginning to burn again. Megan began to massage her clit wondering just what
had happened to the world.
Even as she stood in the hallway, watching her mother and Brenda match
their thrusts, Megan felt drawn. She walked back down the hall, looking in on
the lewd scenes. In Billy's room, Sara's hips beat back against Billy's
thrusts. Her squeals still filling the air each time Billy plowed into her. In
her sister's room, Anne was laying back grunting hard as her father holds her
hips in place, pounding into his daughter's willing flesh with renewed vigor.
Megan turned from these scenes, now rubbing her clit furiously as she felt
herself walk downstairs.
A sudden knock from the door drew Megan's attention. With one hand still
rubbing between her legs, she opened the door. Megan stood there, masturbating
nude before the visitor. He gave her a strange look, then walked into the
house, dropping his shorts as soon as he was through the threshold. Still
stroking her clit, Megan's other hand began working on her breast as she looked
over her visitor. He looked a few years older than her, with short black hair
and a plain face. Normally Megan would have turned down any advances from him,
but now she was drawn to him, and especially the erection he was sporting. She
pulled her hands away from her body, and wrapped herself around him, kissing him
as she explored his back with her hands. The visitor kissed back passionately,
his own hands exploring Megan's body as they mashed against each other. Megan
gasped as his hand cupped her mound from behind, his fingers parting her nether
lips, teasing her and exploring her intimate folds.
Without words, they pulled apart, the strangers hand still playing between
Megan's legs as they quickly navigated over to the living room couch. Megan was
awash in sensation, completely pliant to every impulse she felt, moaning as her
intimate flesh was caressed between her legs. She walked to the back side of
the couch her companion still teasing her nether lips, resting her hands and
chin on the back of the couch. She jutted her ass up into the air as best she
could, spreading her legs, and leaving her pussy open. The visitor positioned
himself behind her, removed his moistened fingers from Megan's pussy, and gently
repositioned her hips. A moment later, Megan felt the tip of his member part
her nether lips. She whimpered as he teased her lips with the tip of her member
as he rubbed it up and down the sensitive flesh. With a pop she felt him find
her entrance and she began humping back against him, trying to fill the void
inside her. With a powerful thrust he filled her, eliciting a moan of pleasure
from Megan as she felt herself being impaled by his thick member. Just as he
bottomed out, the withdrawal began. Megan whimpered and groaned as the stranger
tried a few more practice pumps within her. With that he picked up the pace,
and began thrusting into her with fast deliberate thrusts. Megan felt her
breasts bounce with each thrust, grunting as he plowed into her. Her body was
ablaze, her partner bent forward, grabbing her jiggling breasts and massaging
them as he continued to pound into her. Megan moaned at the exquisite pleasure
that came from their intimate embrace, she moved her hips to meet his thrusts as
she relished in his expert handling of her breasts. One of his hands let go of
her ripe orb, allowing the breast to bounce fully again as he continued
pistoning in and out of her. His free hand snaked down to her crotch, tracing
her nether lips as they pulled in and out with his member. Megan moaned in
ecstasy at this new sensation. With a little more exploration, he found her
clit and began a viscous massage of the sensitive nub. Sparks flew through
Megan's nerves, her arousal spilling over. She bucked back against his impaling
cock, grunting with each fulfilling trust. The new fire from her clit took her
over the edge. She felt her orgasm rip through her, and screamed with ecstasy.
Her pussy clamped down on her partner and then he came, filling her with his
seed. Already past her peak, Megan looked inward feeling her partner's member
pulsing, and the warmth of his seed spread through her depths as he groaned in
pleasure. They remained locked together for a moment, his seed seeping out
around his cock. Megan felt him slip out of her, almost regretting that it was
over. His seed ran down her thigh, but she couldn't bring herself to wipe it
off as the sticky goo continued down her leg, slowly drying as it went.
Still slightly buzzed from her orgasm she turned to the stranger she had
just made love to. "Hello, I'm Megan."
"Frank. Glad to meet you." He replied somewhat sheepishly.
"That was kind of intense."
"Yeah, I'm sorry for that. I was just walking by and I felt this urge to
come in. And when I saw you, I lost all control."
"That's okay, I don't think we had much choice in the matter. Besides, it
was kinda fun." Megan giggled. It certainly wasn't your everyday experience.
Her family was getting fucked upstairs, and she got busy with a complete
stranger. Still, she had just experience another wonderful orgasm, almost
compensating for everything else that was going on.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to rest here and get my bearings."
"Sure, have a seat." Megan patted the couch cushion. She thought it was
kind of strange how quickly she was adapting to this new reality. She wondered
if she was going to get the clear head she would need to see things normally
again.
"You're the girl from that meeting right?" Frank asked.
Megan blushed. "Mmm Hmm."
She could hardly believe she could still be embarrassed in front of him
after what they had just done. Still, she wasn't proud of her display
yesterday.
"That must have been terrible. I mean this whole experience has been
weird, but to have been up there in front of everybody like that." Frank patted
Megan's leg sympathetically.
They continued to talk for some time, discussing the last few days' events
as well as their own histories. The sounds of lust wafting down from the
upstairs. Frank pretended to ignore it as they talked, much to Megan's relief.
Megan surprised herself as she quickly forgot she was naked as they talked,
reminded only in passing as cool air flowed by and caused her nipples to harden.
Frank had experienced the standard evaluation, from the male side. He had
been fucked silly by a lovely redhead. As with Megan, he hadn't been able to
come until after his partner had, and Frank had spent many hours at the task as
they rolled through multiple orgasms. He had found himself recovering far
faster than normal, to keep his partner satisfied. Once he had finished, he had
gone to his home and taken a long nap. After waking up he had gone for a walk,
and was soon compelled to Megan's front door.
Megan and Frank continued their association over the following days,
meeting with each other between their impulse driven fucks. Megan was grateful
for his presence, as it brought stability to her now turbulent existence. By
the time Cindy had arrived back from vacation, Megan had already fucked all the
members of her family, and many of her neighbors, both male and female. She did
envy that about Frank, while her impulse programming had forced her into
lesbianism, Frank and all men, stayed strictly heterosexual. Even with the
program induced arousal, her stomach always churned a bit when she was locked in
an embrace with another women. Still, like the concept of being programmed,
Megan had gotten used to it. By the time Cindy arrived, Megan began secretly
wondering what their first coupling would be like.
Cindy listened to her friends story with interest and dismay. As they
drove past the sign welcoming them to Penbrooke. Cindy wondered how things
would play out with her return to the new Penbrooke.
Part 3
Cindy's welcome home:
Megan dropped Cindy off at her front door, and invited her to meet Frank
later after Cindy had checked in with her family. Cindy walked up to the door
with some trepidation. After hearing about Megan's first homecoming after
programming, Cindy was worried about what she would find. Still, Cindy knew her
fate was inevitable and let herself in. Just as she closed the door, her hands
quickly disrobed herself, and Cindy shivered slightly at the cool air inside.
Cindy was welcomed by the sounds of cartoons from the living room, and
walked over. Her ten year old sister Tammy was lying on the floor, her head
propped up on her arms watching the TV, still fully dressed in a T-shirt and
shorts. Cindy stood in the hallway surprised by the normality of the scene
before her, contrasting with the lewd scene she had expected. She also felt
some relief, hoping that her little sister had been spared the treatment she had
received. She decided to leave Tammy undisturbed as she continue on.
A few steps down the hall brought the sounds of sex to Cindy's ears,
moaning and slapping could be heard coming from the dining room. Cindy walked
into the doorway and gasped at the scene before her. Her older sister Heather
was bent over at the head of the table, her breasts mashed against the polished
oak surface, slowly being thrust into by their father. Their mother lay in the
center of the table, her legs spread wide, panting as Heather licked her pussy,
one hand massaged her breast as the other held her daughters head in place as
she moaned in pleasure.
Cindy took in the scene for a moment before a wave of arousal hit her. She
knew what this meant and wondered just what was going to happen as her hands
began their work on her body. Cindy waited as her hands continued, watching her
mother pull away from Heather's mouth. Now free from that duty, Heather began
grunting loudly with each of her father's deep thrusts. Their mother pulled
herself off the table and walked over to a shopping bag that had been set beside
the doorway. Cindy watched as her mother pulled out a strap on dildo and
quickly put it on. Cindy found her self turning around and walking out into the
hallway, her mother following close behind. With that she turned around, and
embraced her mother, her hands cupping her mothers ass as her mother grabbed her
head pulling their lips together for a passionate kiss. Cindy felt her mothers
breasts mash against hers, her mothers stiff nipples poking into her soft flesh.
The rubber phallus rubbed against her abdomen as Cindy found her hands snake
down to her mothers pussy and she caressed the folds with her fingers. She felt
her mother moan with passion through their locked lips as Cindy began plunging
her fingers in and out of her mother's pussy. Her mother released her head, and
Cindy soon felt the same pleasure as her mother's hands flowed down Cindy's
back, stopping between her legs as the fingers parted her folds and sank into
her dripping pussy. They stood like that for several minutes, moaning as they
pumped their fingers into the other's pussy, their tongues trading blows as they
kissed.
Cindy pulled away from their embrace, allowing her mind to clear slightly
as she lay down on the carpeted hallway, spreading her legs for her own mother.
She was allowed to reflect on her predicament for only a moment as her mother
descended upon her. She regretted that she was about to fuck her mother and
that they had already shared such a sexual embrace, but the reflex was washed
away by programmed pleasure as her mother's mouth engulfed her pussy. Cindy
moaned as her mother's tongue parted her cleft, licking at the entrance of her
vagina. Her mother's hands cupped Cindy's breasts, her tongue circling her
daughters clit, causing Cindy to gasp in pleasure. Cindy pressed her hips back
against her mother's tongue, wracked with pleasure from her mother's expert
performance. Her mother continue to eat her out for several minutes before she
repositioned herself atop her daughter. As their nipples touched, Cindy's hand
went between them, her fingers wrapped around the strap on phallus and guided it
between her nether lips to her entrance. Cindy gasped as the rubbery head
parted her pussy lips, her hand guiding it to the entrance to her vagina. Once
in position, her mother gave a powerful thrust, and Cindy felt the dildo part
her folds as it descended, grunting as her own hips met the thrust, impaling
herself completely on the phallus. Her mother was relentless, as soon as she
had filled her daughter with the strap-on, she pulled back and quickly set up a
fast pistoning motion, eliciting moans of pleasure from her daughter as their
hips met with each thrust. Cindy lay back, enjoying the sensation as her
programmed coupling continued, her hips meeting every filling thrust of the
dildo, her breasts mashed against her mothers, both pairs bouncing in unison
with each thrust.
Cindy was awoken from her pleasure filled haze as her mother let out a loud
moan. Her mother stopped her thrusts, leaving the phallus buried deep inside
Cindy as her mothers weight seemed to increase. Cindy wondered what was going
on when she felt another pair of hands move over the top of her breasts, cupping
her mothers ample globes. Cindy looked up to see Heather licking the nape of
her mothers neck, her hips pounding away at their mother's ass. Cindy felt the
motion, knowing that her mother was now being filled with another dildo. Cindy
lay beneath them still burning with arousal, impaled on her mother's strap on.
With a carefully choreographed move, Heather and her mother rolled off Cindy,
the dildo pulling out of her depths with a pop. Their mother now lay on her
back atop Heather, her legs spread as Heather pounded into her, grunting in time
with the thrusts, her breasts bouncing in time with her daughter's hips.
Cindy's arousal abated momentarily at her new emptiness, her body resting
immobile on the hallway carpet as her mother and sister continued to grunt and
moan together as they coupled beside her. Cindy was greeted a moment later by
her father descending upon her ready form. He rested his hips between her legs,
his hands kneading her breasts as her hand moved to guide him in. A simple
movement later and Cindy was groaning as her father sank into her, stretching
her with his width. Cindy had thought the dildo was large but now she felt
stretched to the breaking point. Cindy felt as if she could feel every contour
of his member from the bulbous head to the veins across his length as it rested
within her, stretching her inner walls to their limit. As her father began
pumping into her, Cindy's arousal flared by the sensation of being so nearly
torn apart. Sparks flew with each thrust as her father pulled his member across
her clit with each withdrawal and thrust. Cindy's hips pushed back against each
fulfilling thrust, and soon she was swept away by the sensations. Moans of
pleasure flowed from her lips with every stretching thrust in her pussy and
every squeeze of her breasts. Cindy floated on sensation as they pounded
against each other, her every sense burning with passion.
Cindy lay there, her body following its program, swept up by the
experience. Her father continued his thrusts for over an hour, kept steady by
his own programmed vitality. Wrapped in pleasure, Cindy felt her father press
his lips to hers and she joined him in a passionate kiss as he gave his final
thrust. His seed spurted into to her, and Cindy was washed away by a torrent of
pleasure. She kissed her father deeply as she orgasmed, her hips thrust
forward, impaling her writhing form completely on his pulsing member. Her
breasts flattened against his hard chest as she pulled him tight against her as
the sexual high swept through her.
They stayed like that, locked together for several minutes. Cindy slowly
came down from the sexual high, feeling her muscles contract around her father's
softening member. Her mother and sister were quiet as well, having came loudly
at roughly the same time as Cindy had. Cindy looked over, and they were also
still locked in place, her mother's nether lips still wrapped lewdly around
Mary's strap on cock.
The four of them lay there, for several minutes recovering from their
exertion, the sounds of cartoons audible over their labored breaths. Cindy
began wondering how long she was going to stay like that when she felt another
wave of arousal burn its way through her. Her vaginal muscles begin to pulse
and her father's cock sprang back to life, slowly parting the intimate folds
within her as he grew in response to her expertly trained pussy milking his
member. Cindy lay there passively, allowed to take in the sensation of her
father growing inside her from a flaccid state to his pussy stretching fullness
in a matter of moments. Cindy lay pack in wonder at the sensation, still locked
in place with her father, their only movement the pulsing of her vaginal muscles
around his expanding cock. Cindy moaned as she was stretched wide again, her
pussy filled to the brim on her father's erection. Her pulsing vagina quickly
elicited reactionary jerks from her father's member, each twitch of his cock
sparking another wave of passion within her. Her mother and sister moaned as
well. Heather's fingers were massaging her pussy as her hips guided the strap
on into her mother with slow, short strokes. Cindy looked on, her eyes glazing
over as her arousal increased with every motion of her father's member within
her. In moments the sensations became too much for her and Cindy let out a
passionate moan as she orgasmed again, her pussy clamping down on her father.
Cindy felt another torrent of her father's seed fill her, her attention focused
on the sensations from her fully stretched pussy. Her sensitive folds recorded
every pulse travel through his member as it carried his seed up his length,
until it splashed against her inner walls spreading its liquid warmth within
her. Cindy reveled in the novel sensation as her passion ebbed. A drop of her
father's seed now trickled down her crotch, tickling her flesh as it went. Her
father's cock softened, and Cindy was again treated to the strange sensation of
her pussy retracting around him.
Just as her father's cock had fully returned to its flaccid state, Cindy
felt her inner folds begin pulsing again, massaging his member back to attention
within her. Cindy lay there as the full cycle repeated itself. Her passion
ebbed and flowed with every few minutes as her father rose and fell, stretching
her wide with every erection, slowly expending all of his seed within her. The
trickle of semen between her legs became a steady stream with each orgasm, a
pool of their collected juices gathered on the floor between Cindy's legs.
Cindy began to reflect on her predicament in the moments of clarity after each
orgasm before her passion was stoked again. She could almost accept the sex,
even the incest and lesbianism. The programmed arousal, and all consuming
orgasms were easy to give in to. Being a puppet was more difficult to accept,
that she could be controlled so completely by strange men or programmed impulses
was almost too much to take. Cindy had always liked her independence, and
having it taken so completely from her was eating away at her. As her body
cried out in passion impaled on her father's cock, Cindy's mind began to
surrender to her new fate.
Cindy and her father remained locked in place like that for hours, their
only motion shared inside Cindy's depths as her pussy pulsed around his member.
Her velvety folds enticing her father to orgasm over and over, milking his seed
into her. Beside them, Heather and her mother enjoyed much the same fate, their
mother orgasming on Heather's slowly humping dildo as Heather massaged herself
to orgasm in time to her mother's screams of passion.
Cindy was pulled back from her programmed arousal when she saw Tammy walk
up to their mother.
"Mom, I'm hungry, when's dinner going to be ready?" Cindy's little sister
whined, oblivious to the scene around her.
Just as Tammy asked her question, Cindy felt another orgasm course through
her. She felt herself clamp down on her father's member as it pulsed within
her. Her father joined her in one passion filled groan as his cock spurted
inside her, encased in her tight spasming folds. Heather and their mother
joined in with their own screams of passion.
Cindy was relieved as she felt her control return. Her father pushed back
off her, pulling himself out of her slick vagina. Cindy sat up, and was
rewarded with the strange sensation of all her father's seed flowing down her
channel and gushing out of from between her pussy lips as she tilted herself up.
Cindy looked between her legs to see a sizable pool of their juices on the
carpet. She idly wondered if it would leave a stain as she stood up, the
remainder of their juices running down her inner thigh. Her mother and sister
stood up as well, and quickly removed their strap on appendages with obvious
distaste etched in their expressions.
Heather and her mother stood there for a moment, looking over the rest of
the family, the smell of sweat and sex assaulting their senses. They each broke
down sobbing as they looked to Cindy, their eyes following the stream of her
father's seed snake down her inner thigh and join the pool of juices between her
feet. They hugged each other in a desperate embrace, crying openly. Cindy
moved to them, putting her arms around them, as she tried to comfort her sister
and mother. Cindy felt an odd calm at the entire event, she knew what she did
was taboo, but that was little different from everything else that had happened
to her over the past few days. Megan's stories had given her warning of the
fate before her, and Cindy was surprised when she didn't join her family as each
member broke down around her. Their father walked into the dining room, and
Cindy watched as he sobbed to himself at the dining room table.
Their sobs soon gave way to sniffles, as they held together for security,
finding the strength to go on. A good while later their mother pulled away from
her two daughters, now far more collected.
"Okay, you'd better wash up for dinner. I'll call out for pizza." Their
mother advised in an almost normal manner, her voice shaking. With that she
walked over to their father and wrapped herself over his shoulder, comforting
him.
Cindy followed her older sister into the bathroom. They each whetted down
a wash cloth and wiped away the worst of the sweat and juices as Heather drew a
bath.
Cindy watched her sister wipe away the remains of her own passionate
embrace with their father. His seed had dripped down between Heather's legs and
dried while she had been fucking her mother. Heather was two years older than
Cindy and Cindy still remembered the time she had envied her older sister's
maturing body. Cindy had passed that stage some time ago as her own breasts
grew, and now Cindy found her hands massaging those breasts with her washcloth
as she watched her sister trace her washcloth between her legs. Heather was
slightly taller than Cindy, with a more athletic build and pert B cup breasts.
She wore her auburn hair short, cut in pageboy style just below her ears.
Heather also shaved her pussy, save a small tuft just above her nether lips.
Heather gave her sister a full view of her bare pussy as she drew the washcloth
between her legs, removing the remains of her father semen from her pussy lips.
Cindy felt a new wave of arousal wash through her as her sister dropped the
washcloth, openly masturbating in front of Cindy. They embraced a moment later,
their hands exploring the other's body, kissing passionately. Cindy felt
Heather's soft hands cup her breasts and tweak her nipples, sparking passion
with each new gesture. Cindy's hands reciprocated, and Cindy cupped her
sister's breasts. She had never felt another girls breasts before, and Cindy
was surprised by the differences. Heather's breasts seemed firmer than her own
and her nipples were smaller. The sisters continued fondling the others breasts
for a few moments before Heather pulled herself back. Cindy watched as her
sister pulled back, sitting down on the toilet lid, spreading her legs and
giving Cindy a full view of her shaved pussy lips. Cindy fell to her knees and
found her head moving between her sisters thighs. Cindy's tongue emerged and
Cindy leaned forward, licking the whole of Heather's slit with one motion.
Cindy reflected on the strange taste of her sisters pussy, musky yet with a
salty kick which she figured was the remains of her father's seed. Heather
moaned with pleasure at the intimate caress, her hands wrapped around Cindy's
head, pressing her sister's lips against her own nether lips in an incestuous
kiss. Cindy felt her lips press into her sisters folds as passionately as if
kissing the lips beneath her nose. Cindy's tongue darted between her lips,
parting her sisters folds, and trading blows with Heather's clit. Cindy's
tongue continued it's exploration of her sister's pussy as Heather moaned and
bucked around her, gasping every time Cindy's tongue passed an exceptionally
sensitive spot. As she continued to eat out her sister, Cindy felt one of her
hands snake between her legs and caress her own intimate folds. Her tongue
found the entrance to her sister's vagina and Cindy found herself wrapping her
mouth around her sister's pussy, pushing her tongue into her sister as far as
she could. The strange taste of her sister's pussy almost overwhelmed Cindy,
but her programming kept her tongue on mission. Heather was soon screaming with
passion from her sister's expertly trained performance, and Cindy felt her
sister's pussy clamp down on her invading tongue as Heather cascaded into
orgasm. Cindy felt her own orgasm travel through her a moment later, and she
moaned against her sister's pussy lips.
Cindy fell back on her knees, panting as she recovered from another
programmed orgasm. She wondered idly just what lay in store for her next. Her
eyes looked over Heather's panting form, still lewdly spread upon the toilet.
Another twinge of arousal flared within her as she took in the beautiful young
woman before her. Cindy recoiled a bit at that stray thought, fearing that it
was her own opinion, not one programmed into her.
Cindy was pulled away by the sound of rushing water and realized that they
had left the bathtub faucet on as they coupled. She was shocked to see the
bathtub only half full. Cindy looked to the clock hanging beside the sink and
realized that they had only been distracted for a few minutes. Heather turned
to the faucet and turned it off. She lifted herself off the toilet and dipped
herself into the water, her features relaxed as she descended into the warm pool
of water.
"Why don't you get in on the other side, there's room for two." Heather
offered. There was plenty of room, the bathtub could easily fit two people.
They had always wondered why their parents had such a large bathtub when they
were younger, and Cindy discovered the reason by accident one night. She had
heard strange sounds from the bathroom late one night. She had peaked in
through the keyhole, and saw their parents making love beneath the water. Cindy
had been just old enough to realize what her parents were doing, and had quickly
told her sister their parent's secret.
Cindy dipped herself into the bathtub, feeling her tension wash away as the
water engulfed her. Her leg rubbed against Heather's arm as she finished
submerging. The two sisters sat quietly for awhile, letting their troubles melt
away in the water, the sweat and juices of their fucking dissolving into the
warm liquid.
"Do you know what they did to Tammy?" Cindy asked, not yet ready to discuss
the other events of the day quite yet.
"They said she was programmed to just behave normally and ignore our new
behavior, until she hits puberty. Then she'll become like us." Heather
sniffled.
"It could be worse, she could have been made to act like us now. At least
she'll have a somewhat normal childhood still." Cindy commented. She was glad
that their tormentors had at least that much of a soul left to them.
"But what kind of a future is this?"
"Megan told me it gets better, you get used to the sex, and the impulses
come less frequently after the first couple days. They're just trying to break
us right now, beat down our resistance. It won't be normal again, but we'll be
able to have some of our life back." Cindy replied. She knew she was already
well along that path. Just as Megan had, Cindy was already growing used to her
new status in life. The impulses were so complete that Cindy was only aware of
how completely she had been controlled after it was over. The sensation of
being a puppet, trapped in her own body, was still disconcerting, but the
burning arousal she felt with every impulse had swept that sensation from her
mind with each coupling. Cindy still resented being turned into a sex toy, even
as deep down she was beginning to crave her next impulse.
"I guess its not all bad, maybe now I'll get a look at some of those cute
guys in my class." Heather said wistfully.
Cindy was a little surprised at the change in Heather's tone, but was
relieved her sister was beginning to accept her new fate. "Just remember you
don't get to keep one all to yourself anymore."
"But now I'll get to sample all the flavors." Heather giggled.
They continued talking for another half hour, slowly washing themselves
down as they drew on the bright side of their new fate. Cindy wasn't completely
surprised by Heather's quick change in attitude. Heather was always an
optimist, and more than anything else, she hated to focus on the negatives
around her. Even though she hated her new fate, its inevitability forced
Heather to embrace it, and look for the silver lining in the dark cloud.
"Girls, the pizza just arrived. You better get some before it cools off."
Their mother warned, standing in the open bathroom door. Cindy was surprised
that she hadn't even been concerned that the door
had been open the entire time.
The two girls finished washing themselves off and got out of the bathtub,
drying themselves off as they headed back to the dining room. As they passed
back into the hallway of their earlier coupling they found their mother
passionately embracing the pizza delivery boy. Their mother was going on forty,
but she had kept herself in good shape, and her daughters watched as the
delivery boy enjoyed her trim body as he pumped between her legs. Their mother
was laying on her back, panting as she fucked him back. Her hands cupping his
ass as his cupped her breasts.
Cindy and Heather watched for only a moment before stepping into the dining
room, not wanting to witness the act. The sounds of passion grew over the next
few minutes and their ears soon registered their mother's orgasm as she cried
out in passion. A minute later, their mother walked into the dining room
without a word, and joined the rest of the family for dinner, the delivery boys
seed coursing down her thigh.
They ate in silence, no one wanting to risk starting another emotional
breakdown. They finished the pizza quickly and went straight to bed. Cindy was
both relieved and secretly disappointed that she hadn't been swept away by
another impulse as she lay down to sleep. As she drifted off, her mind quietly
reflected on her new life and the possibilities it held for her.
*****
Cindy awoke the next morning as she felt someone's weight press down on
her. Her arousal was already blooming and Cindy enjoyed the feeling of hands
coursing over her body, leaving trails of fire across her skin as they passed.
Her lover's lips pressed against hers and she found herself kissing back. Her
own hands traced their own path across her lovers body, slowly revealing the
body of an athlete. Her hands continued down between their legs and caressed
the erect member she found there. By now Cindy could feel her own juices
flowing between her legs and running down her nether lips. Her lover pressed
forward and Cindy's hands guided him between her folds, positioning the tip of
his member against her entrance. Cindy's eyes opened as her lover sank into
her, looking into the eyes of her highschool's star quarterback, Neal Muelo.
They quickly set up a casual rhythm and Cindy was soon moaning in pleasure as
the star athlete plowed into her pussy with slow measured strokes. Her new
lover caressed her soft breasts, teasing her nipples as they coupled. Cindy
drifted away on the pleasure his skilled treatment brought with every caress and
thrust. Her body did its part as well, caressing her lovers upper body, her
lips meeting his in passionate kisses before her mouth traced its way down his
neck and chest until she was nibbling on his own small nipples.
The couple continued for almost an hour, panting and moaning on Cindy's
bed, a cool morning breeze tickling their seething flesh. The pleasure built up
within her with each measured thrust and casual caress. Then suddenly the dam
broke, and Cindy slipped into orgasm. She pulled the young stud to her, kissing
him wildly as her pussy clamped down on his impaling member. He joined her in a
satisfied groan as Cindy felt his seed pass into her spasming folds, spreading
warmth as it spurted from his member.
They lay there, still intimately embraced for another moment before her
lover pushed himself up onto one arm, and swept the loose hair from Cindy's
face. "Good morning. Welcome back to Penbrooke."
"Thanks." Cindy replied sheepishly, not quite sure what to say. She had
admired Neal from a distance back in school, even talked to him a few times.
Now, laying beneath him, his member still within her, she didn't quite know how
to deal with him.
"No, thank you." He replied, his fingers tracing her right arm as his eyes
traced down her lovely body.
"You do this often?" Cindy grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on his own
thigh. She may be programmed to be a slut, but that didn't mean she was going
to give freebies when she had a choice.
"Sure, though sometimes a cute little thing wakes me up in the morning.
Maybe it'll be you tomorrow." He gave her hips a casual caress.
Cindy sincerely hoped not. She realized that not everyone was considering
this new way of life to be a bad thing. Neal had likely gotten himself more
women in the last few weeks then he had as a football star, and with none of the
relationship baggage to boot. With that realization Cindy pulled herself out
from under him as best she could. She had liked the good morning fuck, but was
in no mood to deal with the company it left her with. "I hope not. Now get out
of here."
"Have it you're way. I can't wait to see you beggin' for it tomorrow."
Neal got up from the bed and stormed his way out of the house.
What a jerk, Cindy thought, and quickly walked down for breakfast. She
felt the tickle of his seed run down between her legs and regretted lacking the
capacity to wash it away. As she passed Heather's room, she saw another of
Penbrooke's star athletes giving Heather her own good morning fuck. Cindy hoped
he was less conceited then her own morning companion and continued down to the
dining room. By the time she had made it to the dining room she was nearly
overwhelmed by the smell of her mother's delicious cooking mixing with the
smells of sex. Cindy was surprised to see Megan sitting beside the table with
the sheen of sweat on her skin. Cindy's father sat at the head of the table
quietly enjoying his own breakfast.
"Good morning, honey. Megan was just visiting and I invited her for
breakfast." Her father remarked trying to keep a relaxed demeanor.
Cindy nodded and sat down beside her friend, having already figured out the
obvious fact that her best friend had dropped in to give her father an intimate
good morning coupling. Megan shot her a confirming look, and a surprisingly
smug smile.
Cindy's mother came out of the kitchen a moment later carrying a plate of
scrambled eggs and sausage for Cindy. Cindy was surprised to see her wearing an
apron, given the general nudity that prevailed thanks to the program. She
realized however, that it was probably allowed for protective reasons, no sense
allowing one of their pets to get burned.
"Good morning, Cindy. I hope you slept well." Her mother greeted before
turning back to the kitchen. Cindy watched her mother walk away, wondering who
had left the trail of semen traveling down between her legs.
Cindy ate her breakfast as she grappled with the strange situation. Her
family had a tendency to adapt through its many trials over the years, but Cindy
was surprised at how quickly everyone was to bring a face of normality to the
situation. Still, Cindy knew she was no more willing than any of the rest of
the family to breach the subject, and added the normal causal banter to their
breakfast discussion.
Heather walked down a few minutes later, with her lover beating his way out
of the house behind her. Cindy recoiled inside as she found her eyes admiring
Heather's trim body as it still showed the signs of her arousal, complete with
the trickle of her lovers juices twinkling between her legs. Cindy was
beginning to wonder about her sexuality with every new reaction she felt to the
nude forms around her.
Their mother brought out another plate for Heather and joined her family
for breakfast. The small talk faded quickly away, leaving only silence as they
finished their plates.
"Mrs. Stewart, do you mind if Cindy goes out with me today?" Megan asked
as everyone was finished with breakfast.
"That's fine, just be sure both of you put on some suntan lotion if you're
going to be outside long. Those new outfits won't protect you that much."
Cindy's mother warned.
"We will, Mom." Cindy replied as she followed Megan to the bathroom.
Megan pulled out the suntan lotion and quickly began spreading it around
her naked body with a seductive caress of her hands. Cindy turned away, ashamed
of her own reaction as she watched her friend rub the lotion over her body.
Cindy found her own hands do a similar performance as she began rubbing the
lotion over her own body. Her hands massaged the lotion into her breasts, and
traced her waist and legs. She continued until her entire body was covered
except for her back. Megan helped Cindy rub lotion onto her back and Cindy
returned the favor with a bit of apprehension. She felt her pussy begin to warm
with natural arousal as she caressed Megan's back. Cindy was ashamed of the
reaction, but grateful that she hadn't been forced into another lesbian act by
her programming just then.
The pair quickly donned their abbreviated clothes and went out into the new
Penbrooke.
As they walked down the sidewalk, Megan cupped her hand between her legs.
"You dad is really big. It felt like I was going to bust
taking him in. Have you had him yet?"
Cindy was a little shocked by the question but she guessed that a lot of
conversations were going to be about sex given the new way of things. She
cupped her own pussy as she remembered the feeling of her father's cock
stretching her wide.
"Yeah, for most of yesterday afternoon." Cindy replied. She soon found
herself telling Megan of her homecoming experience in intimate detail. Cindy
was slightly surprised as Megan probed for every lewd detail right down to the
sensations she had felt when first impaled on her father's member.
Megan giggled as she listened, casually groping herself as they walked down
the street. "The good morning fuck is cool too. Billy woke me up my first
morning home. He's pretty big too, not like your dad, but he sure used it
well."
Cindy slowly got used to Megan's public display as they walked over to
Frank's house. She listened with some interest to Megan's sexual stories,
wondering just how long it would be before she had as many varied experiences to
talk about. Megan had already fucked most of her neighbors and friends, along
with a smattering of others. Cindy listened as Megan rattled off a litany of
sexual acts, a list of perversions that would have appalled Cindy a few days
ago, but now elicited curiosity and arousal. She was surprised to find the lack
of control she felt from the impulses was oddly liberating. She knew it was
only a matter of time before she did everything Megan had and more, whether she
resisted or not. The fact that she couldn't resist gave her the freedom to
enjoy the experiences and slowly Cindy found herself impatient for her next
impulse to introduce her to a new round of sex.
Cindy was also enthralled by the people walking past. All of the women
wore much the same outfit as her and Megan. A few women ran past, seemingly
oblivious to the fact that their breasts were exposed and bouncing freely, their
shirts having ridden up their chest. The men walked around in nothing more than
shorts, mostly boxers, and Cindy noticed that almost every guy she passed had a
boner tenting his shorts. Occasionally, a couple would be fucking on a lawn or
sidewalk. By the time they had made it to Frank's house, Cindy was already well
aroused, stimulated by the new behavior of Penbrooke's citizens.
As they entered the house, Cindy and Megan removed their meager coverings,
and greeted Frank with two visions of teenage beauty. Frank had came up to
check on who had stopped by, and was obviously pleased by his guests. He
wrapped his arms around Megan's waist and reached his head around for a
welcoming kiss.
"Hello, you must be Cindy. I'm Frank. Megan's told me a lot about you."
Frank greeted as his eyes did a quick appraisal of Cindy's nude form.
Cindy forgave the indiscretion as she had given Frank a good looking over
herself. "She's told me a lot about you too."
Frank blushed slightly at that. "Well, I'm sure she was just giving you
fair warning. I'm glad you stopped by I have something to show you."
"Like what?" Megan asked as Frank led them down into his basement.
Cindy looked around as they descended the stairs. Frank's basement was
filled with electronics, parts and pieces littered the floor and several
benches. Several computers and test equipment sat around one end of the work
area. Cindy also noted the bed in the side of the basement, guessing that it
had been well used in the last few weeks.
"I was doing another test this morning and I think I found the signal link
between our implants." Frank replied as he sat down at one of the computers.
"What does that mean?" Cindy asked.
"Well, after being implanted, I've been trying to discover how they work.
After a couple of impulses I guessed that they might be networked together,
that's how your program knows just how to have you behave in each encounter.
I've been doing a sweep of radio frequencies since then, and I found this signal
this morning, when I had my good morning fuck." Frank explained as he showed
then the signal he had recorded. "With a few more impulse triggers, I should be
able to figure out the basic protocols. Maybe even figure out a way to
interface with the implants."
"Really? You mean we could go back to normal?" Megan asked excitedly.
"I don't know. I might be able to control the impulses, but you have to
admit there's a lot more to our programming than just the impulses. I don't
think you girls would normally go around naked in a guys house." Frank pointed
out. "There is another series of tests I wanted to ask you about, Megan. I was
reading through the information pamphlet and it says that men can give limited
commands directly into women's implants. Would you mind if I tried it out?
That will give me another avenue into the implant to study, but I don't want to
force you."
"I'll do it." Cindy found herself saying. She surprised herself a little,
but helping Frank could be the first step back to a normal existence. Even
though she was beginning to adapt to this new way of life, she still longed for
her old existence. If she could help achieve that, she was willing to make some
sacrifices, and she didn't find Frank that unattractive.
Megan was oddly a bit more reluctant but chimed in as well.
"Just don't make me do anything too embarrassing." She warned.
Cindy wondered just what could still embarrass her friend after the list of
things she admitted to doing. Cindy figured Megan could accept the impulses,
but didn't want her boyfriend to mistreat her in the same way.
Frank laughed at that. "Don't worry, I won't have you do anything you
haven't already enjoyed. I'll set up the equipment."
Megan giggled at that. "How long do you think it'll be before you can do
anything with our implants?"
"If everything goes well, I should be able to interface with them in
another day or two. The problem is I will only be able to mimic commands I know
until I decode the interface language. That's not going to be very useful and
there's the chance that they placed security features to keep us from trying
this sort of thing." Frank replied as he began setting up his sensing equipment.
Just then Cindy felt the wave of arousal that marked the beginning of a new
impulse. Her hands began the work of self preparation, massaging her breasts
and rubbing her nether lips, as she walked over to the bed. As she sat on the
edge of the bed, she was greeted by the sight of Frank walking up to her,
stroking his hard cock. Cindy lay back, pulling her legs to her chest as her
hands continued masturbating, her fingers plunging into her own rapidly
slickening vagina. Cindy was able to steal a glance over at Megan as Frank was
positioning himself. Megan was slowly masturbating as she watched her boyfriend
descend on her best friend. Cindy felt her hand pull away from her pussy and
pull her legs back further against her upper body. She watched as Frank stepped
up to her open bottom, directing his stiff member between her legs. She gasped
as he parted her nether lips with the head of his cock, parting her intimate
flesh as he rubbed it up and down, sparking pleasure as he teased Cindy at her
most intimate spot.
Cindy gasped as he continued his torture. She bucked her hips back against
him, trying to force his member inside. Frank continued his teasing, forcing
cries of passion from Cindy as he batted her clit with the head of his member.
With that he pulled back slightly, drawing his cock down to her entrance. Cindy
moaned in relief as he filled her to the balls in one full thrust. Cindy
relished the sensation for a moment as Frank pulled her legs to his chest and
resting her calves on his shoulders. Cindy cried out again as Frank began
pumping himself in and out of her with long hard thrusts. Frank leaned forward
slightly, resting his weight on Cindy's thighs as he reach down to caress her
pert, bouncing globes. Cindy found herself virtually unable to move as he
pounded into her. The stillness of her hips allowed her to be more fully aware
of the pistoning movement of Franks member within her. He certainly wasn't the
largest she'd had in the last few days, but her programming didn't care, and
Cindy felt her passion grow with each delicious thrust into her. Cindy began
grunting in time with his thrusts, enjoying the almost casual way he was
kneading her breasts as his member plowed into her. They coupled like that for
quite some time, and Cindy was again sailing away on the pleasure that flowed
through her body. She was pulled back to reality for only a moment by Franks
groan of satisfaction, as she was whisked away by her orgasm when she felt his
seed spread warmly within her. She cried out in passion, her legs dropping from
Frank's shoulders as her body relaxed. Frank fell on top of her and gave her a
passionate kiss as she rode the torrent of her unleashed orgasm.
Cindy stayed entangled beneath Frank for another couple minutes as they
both recovered from their own climax. She felt Frank lift her up and drop her
farther back on the bed before he pulled back from her. Frank withdrew his
still partially erect member from Cindy with a pop and lay down beside her.
Cindy rested beside Megan's boyfriend. She felt a twinge of guilt course
through her at their last act. Cindy knew she couldn't help it, and that Megan
had likely witnessed Frank coupling with other girls before. Even as she
enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm, she regretted the direction her impulse had
driven her this time.
Megan lay down beside Cindy, giving her friend a hug. "It's okay, you
couldn't help it. Besides, I know you enjoyed it." Megan smiled deviously at
her friend.
Cindy relaxed, hugging her friend as Frank moved up behind her. He rested
himself on her back, draping his arm over her waist as he reached over and
caressed Megan's raised hip. The trio lay their like that for some time before
regaining the willpower to move again. Cindy secretly enjoyed the sensation,
sandwiched between Megan and her boyfriend. Her nipples rubbed against Megan's
breasts as she breathed. Their hips all merged together, and Cindy felt both
Franks limp member and the tufts of Megan's pussy hairs.
"That was a slight change of plans." Frank smiled, pulling himself away
from the two lovely young ladies beside him.
Cindy sat up, cupping her semen slickened mound. A disturbing though
crossing her mind. "I wonder how long it'll be before I get pregnant."
Megan giggled. "I though you knew. The implant keeps you from
ovulating and menstruating. You can't get pregnant until they want you to."
Cindy was relieved by that. She was surprised the thought hadn't crossed
her mind before, but there had been a lot happening to her over the last couple
days. The thought that she could get turned into breeding stock was a bit
disturbing, though.
Frank finished setting up his equipment then turned back to the two naked
girls on his bed. "Are you ready for some tests? With the data I just received
from our last impulse and a few tests of my implants control over you, I should
have enough information to begin a building a test interface."
"Sure." They said in unison, siting side by side on the edge of bed.
"Okay, let's try something simple first. I'm going to send the commands,
and not speak them, just to be sure it works. Here goes."
Frank warned.
Cindy felt the familiar tingle at the base of her neck and found herself
laying back onto the bed. Her hands flowed across her body, resting between her
legs and on her breasts. A casual arousal began to build up within her at her
hands expert ministrations, but she wasn't swept away by the now familiar
programmed passion. Cindy wasn't in the mood however, and though her hands
massaged her intimately with programmed skill, Cindy mentally rested.
Cindy looked beside her to see Megan in a far more excited state. Megan
was resting on her knees, her hand driving a large dildo in and out of her pussy
with a feverish pace, moaning passionately as she pushed the toy into her
intimate flesh. Her other hand was busy rubbing her clit with equal fervor.
Cindy felt her own fires flare as she watched Megan drive the ribbed rubber
phallus between her nether lips till it was nearly engulfed by Megan's nether
lips. Cindy watched in awe as her friend filled herself completely with the
toy, till the base of the dildo was flush with her pussy lips. Now fully
impaled, Megan's hands cupped her breast and rubbed her clit. Megan bent
forward, giving Cindy an unobstructed view of her impaled pussy, moaning from
her self stimulation. Cindy burned inside from the lewd scene of her friend
flesh so fully parted around the toy, her nether lips wrapped in an 'o' around
the dildo's base. Even more stimulating was the sound of Megan's cries when she
dug her fingers into her pussy to grip the base of the toy and remove its length
from within her. Cindy watched her friend writhe in passion as she slowly
removed the toy from her passage, it's rubber surface sparkling with Megan's
juices. The scene of Megan's self impalement was only inches from her face, and
Cindy's latent attraction for her beautiful friend was brought to the surface as
Cindy succumbed to her own masturbation. Cindy began fantasizing about Megan,
remembering the stimulating scene only hours before when they had put on their
suntan lotion. Her hands continued sparking passion within her as she watched
her friend piston the well lubricated dildo into her pussy. Cindy watched in
fascination, her passion over flowing, and then the flood gates parted. Cindy
felt her own orgasm grip her as Megan screamed out passionately beside her. Her
vaginal muscles pulsed against her impaled fingers as her other hand roughly
squeezed her breast. Cindy lay back as her orgasm washed away, casually
fondling herself as she enjoyed the afterglow. Megan fell beside her, panting
from her own exertion. Cindy looked over to see her friend's pert, round
breasts rise and fall with Megan's labored breaths, the dildo still wedged
deeply in Megan's pussy. Cindy admired her friends beauty for a moment before
drifting off in a nap.
Frank awoke the girls a short time later, and ran further tests on them.
Cindy let herself enjoy Frank's orders, but advised him of turning on the
programmed arousal as well. Frank smiled at that, clearly enjoying the fact
that Cindy had aroused herself for the first test. By the end of the day, all
three were exhausted from the tests, Frank having joined in for some of the
later experiments. He was satisfied with the results and led the two tired
girls up to a guest bedroom where he put them down for the night.
Cindy wrapped her arms around Megan as they lay there on Franks guest bed.
Cindy pressed her breasts into her friends back, and they soon fell asleep in
that comfortable position. Cindy idly wondered what tomorrow would bring as she
rubber her hands lightly across her best friends soft stomach, drifting off into
a pleasant sleep..
Part 4
*****
Over the next several days, the trio continued their testing of the
implants. Cindy was a bit surprised that Frank hadn't made her and Megan go at
each other, and was even more surprised and secretly frustrated that the
impulses and driven them into each other's arms. Still, Cindy wasn't ready to
admit her attraction just yet, and endured the disappointment. Between Frank's
experiments all three succumbed to impulses several times a day.
Each morning they were either woken with an arousing good morning fuck or
found themselves waking up someone in their bed. Cindy had found herself under
Megan's brother Billy one morning, and descending on the ready cock of one of
her teachers the next morning. The few days she returned home, Cindy found
herself embracing her family as well. The most peculiar thing she had done so
far was riding her sister Heather with a strap on for most of an afternoon.
Cindy found herself unable to remove the dildo fully from her sister the entire
time. She pounded away between Heather's legs for hours, from almost every
position imaginable. Heather screamed with passion the entire time, her orgasms
triggered at the slightest movement of Cindy's strap on. Every few minutes they
would have to change positions, and Cindy would feel like she was being wrapped
in a human pretzel. The entire time, Cindy only felt her own building passion,
never once orgasming, until her sister cried out for the last time. As her
sister moaned with her final orgasm, the dam within Cindy broke and she cried
out as the strongest orgasm she remember coursed through her.
Cindy had grown to accept her new life, but she was always waiting for
Frank to find the answers he was seeking and unlock the control to the implants.
Cindy had wondered for a while if Frank hadn't just been stringing them along to
get them to willing cooperate, but once she fully realized that they wouldn't
have had a choice if he wanted to force the issue, she didn't worry about that
anymore. Frank wasn't that varied with his experiments, and Cindy usually found
herself masturbating or fucking through most of Frank's tests. She enjoyed the
experiences on a carnal level, but grew bored of it. In an odd way she looked
forward to the unpredictable randomness of an impulse driving her to some
peculiar new assortment of sexual predicaments and
partners.
After the first couple days, Frank had built an interface with the implants
that could mimic his own commands, and those of the impulses. After a few
experiments confirmed that it worked, Frank hit a brick wall.
"I can't decode the language they're using. It's some kind of binary code,
and I only have a small part of the command set and protocols. I can make us
all fuck like bunnies till we pass out, but I can't really link into the system.
I need a higher level access and some interface protocols before I can go any
farther." Frank explained with dismay. All the work they had done so far didn't
really bring them any closer to being free of the implant's control. Frank set
up a system to manage the impulses in his own lab, but once outside, they were
all susceptible to random impulses again. Besides that, even inside they had to
run out a program to release themselves from an impulse. The only good thing
was that they got to choose the nature of the sex the impulse drove them to.
Frank set up his equipment to scan for new signals, with the hope that
someday someone would pass by who held the keys to unlocking the rest of the
implants controls. Until then, the trio resigned itself to the fate the rest of
Penbrooke had already came to accept.
It was a few weeks later when Frank's system alerted them to new, high
level protocols being sent. They gathered around Frank's equipment as he looked
over the new data.
"This is it. Some high level command is being bounced around, it's only
going through female links, though. Brace yourselves." Frank warned. Just as
he spoke, Megan and Cindy felt the odd tingle of an incoming command. Frank
watched, concerned as the two young ladies turned around and ran up the stairs.
Cindy wondered just where they were going. They stopped briefly at the
door to put on their standard attire, and were soon running down the street.
Cindy felt her breasts bounce freely as she ran, knowing that her blouse top
wasn't going to cover her under these conditions. She watched as countless
other women raced out of the houses on either side of the street, running
towards some unknown destination. Cindy idly computed what lay ahead, and
quickly guessed they must be heading towards Penbrooke's high school.
She wasn't relieved when her suspicions were confirmed, and she joined the
growing throng of Penbrooke women filing into her school. She wondered why they
were all being gathered together like that, and feared the possibilities. As
they passed through the doors, every woman stripped and continued on. By the
time Megan and Cindy had passed through the doors a large pile of discarded
clothes had accumulated inside. Several men dressed in sharp black suits and
wearing black sunglasses stood watch over the scene, unmoving as countless women
stripped before them. Their very presence and demeanor scared Cindy even more,
but she had no choice but follow her program as her legs carried her into the
gymnasium. As she entered, another man in a black suit gave her a quick review
and she felt another tingle pass through her neck. Cindy walked across the
auditorium, looking over a growing formation of women across the floor. As she
looked over the naked women before her, Cindy realized they were being sorted,
and she found herself taking a place amongst a formation of young attractive
girls, like herself.
Cindy watched the formations fill up slowly. Megan had been placed right
beside her, but Cindy couldn't turn her head to see her friend. She stood a
attention, as did all the girls around her, waiting to see why she had been
brought here.
After the flow of women entering the gymnasium ended, Cindy watched as
Brice Pearson walked out before the assembled women.
"Good afternoon, ladies. I'm here to conduct a follow up evaluation of the
HRI program. My associates are also looking to fill several positions at our
head office, and we will be reviewing candidates momentarily. Please feel free
to relax as we begin our evaluation and continue to enjoy your membership with
HRI." Brice explained.
Cindy felt a tingle at the base of her neck, and her senses dissolved into
a flow of orgasms. She stood there, silent and unmoving as her mind dissolved
into pure ecstasy. Her eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing, but giving her
keepers two windows into the sea of pleasure that was consumed her.
Cindy was swept away by the programmed orgasm until she felt a tap upon her
forehead. Her mind instantly cleared, and she felt her body start moving again,
heading for the exits. The cool air in the school chilling her inner thighs as
her orgasm generated juices dried between her legs. Cindy wondered what she had
been selected for, as most of the women around her remained in place. She
remembered Brice's comments about position's at their head office, and worried
that she was going to fill one.
Cindy heard footfalls behind her, and figured that she was part of a group
but couldn't turn to see who they were as she walked back out of the school.
Her legs carried her outside, and Cindy was surprised that she hadn't stopped to
get dressed. She wasn't concerned by her nudity anymore, but the fact that her
program hadn't made sure she was clothed was a worrisome development to Cindy.
She saw a long black limousine siting at the curb in front of her. Another
black suited man walked up to the door and opened it just in time for Cindy to
climb into the back row of seats. She slid over to far window, and felt two
more people slide up beside her, though she still wasn't free to move her head
and look. Her eyes were free to move, however, and she looked over to see an
elderly man of perhaps sixty siting in a seat in front of her. He sat there,
his eyes traveling across Cindy and her other companions, a pleased smile fixed
across his wrinkled face. As he reviewed his latest catch, Brice got in beside
him and sat down. Everyone sat in silence for a few moments as the limo began
moving.
"Very nice, Brice. I can see you did a good job, who do we have here?"
Asked the old man, as he gave Brice a cheerful pat on his shoulder.
Brice handed him a palm computer and the old man reviewed his new charges
out load. "Cindy Stewart, Megan Carm and Susan Trent."
Cindy winced as he read of Megan's name, it was bad enough to be here
herself, but she certainly didn't want Megan to share her fate. She didn't
really know Susan well, she was a year older than Cindy and they hadn't had
anything but a passing acquaintance.
"All came highly recommended from their evaluators and Megan gave a
stunning performance as an introductory evaluation for Penbrooke." Brice beamed,
clearly glad to have gained favor with his associate.
"I see. Well, I suppose you young ladies are wondering why you're here."
The old man turned to the three naked girls in front of him. "First, I'll
introduce myself. I'm Alan Zoran, President of HRI. Since HRI was founded two
years ago, we've been slowly expanding our membership. To keep up with the
demands place on us by our clients and our expanding member base, we've had to
establish special positions for remarkable members. You've all been selected,
as well as several other of our Penbrooke members. Brice selected you three
specifically for a special opening, but I'll tell you more about that later.
For now, I'll just let you enjoy the rest of the trip."
Cindy had barely internalized his comments before she felt a tingle at the
base of her neck, and her concerns and fear drifted away in another continuous
orgasm.
Cindy drifted down from the programmed pleasure some time later, noting
sullenly that the limo had stopped and their captors were already on their way
out. She felt her control had returned, and quickly looked over to Megan and
Susan to see if they were alright. Both looked back with the same concern and
fear Cindy felt. Cindy tried to speak, but found that ability had been cut for
the time being.
"You'll speak only when spoken to directly. Now, follow us." Brice
explained after watching Cindy grab at her throat.
Cindy thought about resisting for a moment, but decided it was better to
still be in control. She was in their lair, and her body had already been bent
to their will. There wasn't much chance of getting away at this point. She
resigned herself, and followed the other two girls out of the limo.
As she stepped out onto the pavement, she looked up to see the HRI
headquarters. It looked like an Aztec stone pyramid, several stories tall,
reliefs caved along its surface. A glass covered garden ringed its base. The
only modern touch was a small entrance at the base of the pyramid. The
headquarters stood in a few acres of well cut grass, the clearing completely
surrounded by tall dark trees. Cindy was awed by the power of the scene before
her, but only took a moment before returning her attention to the strange men
who held her captive.
Alan and Brice talked quietly as they strolled up to the entrance, their
entourage in tow. Besides the three girls, six black suited men followed
behind, ensuring that the girls didn't decide to make a break for it.
As they passed through the entrance, Alan turned back to the girls. "Don't
worry, this is your new home for now. I'm sure you'll come to like it. But
first let me show you our proudest creations."
Alan waved the girls through the main door and into a long hallway. A row
of pedestals, each roughly six feet around and a foot above the floor, lined
each side, and atop each platform was one or two people. Cindy looked over the
display. Atop the first several platforms stood visions of human perfection.
Women and men of every human race were found, each a perfect specimen of their
people. Each woman was the vision of a man's wet dream, with shapely form,
round, firm breasts, and sculpted, seductive features. Each one molded to the
standards of her race. The men were the ultimate representations of
masculinity, their form chiseled and features handsome. Most were paired,
locked in displays of their sexuality, silently coupling for the passing
visitors. Some sat alone, presenting their bodies for inspection by passing
guests. Cindy watched entranced by a beautiful Asian woman who seemed to be
conducting herself in a slow sensual dance. Cindy felt her own internal fires
begin to spark at the examples of human beauty surrounding her.
"These are our finest work in the human form. We have surpassed normal
surgery, and each of these examples is the living proof of our techniques.
These members each came to us as ugly ducklings, and we molded them in to the
perfect swans before you. To prove our methods were beyond the normal
boundaries of medical science, each of these members had both their sex and race
changed. With our new techniques, there is nothing our technicians can't do.
Come and see our more exotic works." Alan beamed, clearly proud at the work
displayed around him.
Cindy was shocked by the revelation. She looked into the eyes of a Indian
woman who was silently moaning as her African companion moved between her legs.
Cindy could hardly believe that the woman before her had once been a man, and
wondered what lay in store for her own group as they followed Alan down to the
next gallery.
Cindy recoiled a bit at the next gallery. Displayed before her was a
collection of people who could have won world records for their various
dimensions. The least shocking were the women with mammoth breasts, and the men
with enormous cocks. Some of the displays seamed almost normal, though Cindy
soon learned they likely hid their special features after witnessing one woman
pull a dildo from her pussy that was almost two feet long and six inches wide.
Cindy looked to the floor, nauseated by not just the display but the thought
that she might join them.
"These are some of our more special requests. Several of our clients have
very developed fetishes, and we do our best to help meet their requests. Our
technicians have developed methods that allow our members to adapt easily to
even the most extreme of enhancements." Alan explained as they passed through.
Cindy followed along through many more such galleries, each displaying a
particular aspect of HRI's capabilities, from body modifications to programming
features. Cindy had looked on in awe and fear at the sexual displays presented.
HRI had everything from bondage to masseuse training. As they passed each
display, Cindy worried about her future.
"And here is our final display. Some of our clients began making requests
for a melding of nature with our members. With the help of our technicians we
have already finished developing the new techniques. These are our proudest
accomplishments, the fusion of man and beast." Alan waved his arms over the
final gallery, presenting his latest masterpieces for the now sincerely
frightened girls.
On each pedestal stood a lone figure, a perfectly melding of human and
animal features. Cindy reviewed the displays with dismay, seeing almost the
entire compliment of mammal life melded to human form. On the right side, water
tanks displayed creatures of the sea. Each melding was done to the features of
a human. Cindy took a moment to closely look over the cat woman who slowly
turned to display every facet of her form. A black coat of shiny fir covered
her head to toe, save a white patch over her breasts and abdomen. Her breasts
were still human shaped, two perfectly round globes covered in fir, her nipples,
pink and erect, pointing out at the tips. A long tail flicked casually behind
her, perfectly melded to the base of her spine. Her hands and feet now
resembled paws, and Cindy noted that the cat woman no longer had a thumb, and
her palm had cat-like pads. her face was a melding of feminine and feline
features, her nose was pushed up, forming a cat like nostril, her face was
slightly elongated into a muzzle, with whiskers on both sides. Her eyes were
classically feline, and she stared down at Cindy through the slits. The cat
woman had a human like head of hair, cut just above her neck. Finally two
pointed feline ears peaked through her hair on each side of her head. Most of
the remaining displays were similarly melded with other species. A few though
stood out as classical creatures. Cindy looked over many creatures of myth,
centaurs and mermaids, as well as more fiendish looking werewolves.
After allowing his charges to review the masterpieces Alan chimed in again.
"Not only are these creatures beautiful, they are wholly what you see before
you. Their children will be as they are, and all are also designed to breed
with humans as well. The offspring of mixed parentage will be fully of one
species however."
Cindy was now quite worried. She had been shown the wonders possible
within this building, and didn't find any of the propositions to her liking. At
least in Penbrooke, she was allowed to be herself, here she didn't even know
what she would become.
Alan led the group past the end of the gallery hall and down a row of
offices. He led them into one of the rooms, and Cindy found it contained one
large bed. Alan ushered in all three girls and then closed the door.
"Well, ladies, we won't be ready for you for a little while. One of our
clients has made a very special request and were still working out the bugs.
Until then, enjoy yourselves. The technicians will be here when they're ready.
I'm sorry I can't join in, but I really do have more pressing concerns at the
moment. I look forward to seeing you when your finished." Alan then left the
room and the three girls succumbed to new programmed urges.
Cindy felt the tingle just as he left, and a moment later she was awash in
passion. She felt her hands begin to fondle herself as she watched both Megan
and Susan pull boxes from under the bed. Cindy walked over and lay down on the
bed as the two other girls each buckled on a strap on cock. Megan's new rubber
appendage was as large as Cindy's father's cock, Susan sported a considerably
smaller dildo, waving it gently as she climbed onto the bed. Megan lay down
beside Cindy, and Cindy quickly straddle her hips over her friends abdomen. As
her damp pussy lips slid on her friends soft belly, her hands moved down,
cupping Megan's ample breasts for the first time. Cindy was already swept away
by her own passion, and she embraced her love for Megan as she caressed and
molded her friends soft globes with her hands. She reveled in the taste of
Megan's nipples as she slowly suckled at her friends teat, bring out cries of
pleasure from Megan's lips. As she massaged her friend's breasts, Cindy heard
the sound of vibrators and looked over to see Susan handling several of the
toys. Cindy watched as Susan pushed a huge vibrating dildo into her pussy and
then another smaller toy into her ass. Susan moaned as she impaled herself
twice, and slowly humped the air with her rubber cock. Susan moved between
Megan's legs a moment later, and Cindy heard her friend gasp as Susan slowly
pushed another monster dildo into Megan's slit and another smaller phallus was
pushed past Megan's rectum. Cindy felt Megan writhe beneath her, moaning as the
two toys vibrated within her stretched holes. With that done, Cindy lifted
herself up and slowly impaled herself on Megan's huge strap on. Cindy had not
felt so full since her last time with her father. Her pussy was stretched to
the limit, and Cindy felt herself tracing every contour of the dildo her
intimate flesh was slowly engulfing. Once she had filled herself completely,
Cindy's finger moved between her legs again, tracing across her nether lips
where they met with the dildo within her. She whimpered at the strange
sensation of her finger moving across her stretched pussy lips. She was allowed
to enjoy being so fully stretch for only a moment before she descend on her
friend again. Her lips met Megan's and they kissed passionately, their breasts
jiggling together, their erect nipples poking into the other's soft flesh. As
she lay there, finally embracing her friend, Cindy felt Susan's hands caress her
ass. Cindy's hands moved back, and pulled her cheeks apart, giving Susan full
access to her anal passage. Cindy had experience anal sex before on one of her
impulses. After the initial adjustment, she found herself enjoying the
experience. Now she was treated to the experience of having both her holes
filled at once. Susan guided her strap on between Cindy's ass cheeks, and sank
the full length of her dildo into Cindy. Susan's dildo had been perfectly
selected to fill Cindy to the breaking point, and Cindy moaned as it sank into
her.
Soon, Cindy found herself washed away by the unique stimulation of having
both pussy and rectum filled to the brim. She lay between Megan and Susan as
both girls pumped their dildos into Cindy's receptive folds. As they filled
Cindy, the vibrating dildo's within them stimulated their own burning passions,
and they moaned in pleasure humping at Cindy. Cindy felt the two dildos pound
within her, Susan and Megan varied their trusts, sometimes alternating and
sometimes thrusting together. Each variation stirred Cindy's passion, her hands
exploring Megan's body beneath her as each new filling thrust brought her closer
to the edge. Finally she felt her pussy clamp down around the invading dildo
and she screamed out in passion as an orgasm gripped her.
Over several hours the three girls continued. Orgasming every few minutes
as they caressed and fondled each others bodies. Cindy was awash in feminine
sensation, she ate out both Megan and Susan, and they did the same for her. She
lay back to enjoy the intimate sensation of both girls licking her over her
entire body. Their tongues assaulted her senses as they caressed her every
tender spot, prodding her to multiple orgasms. Soon the roles reversed, and
Cindy reveled in the intimate exploration of Megan's every intimate and
sensitive spot, pleased as she watched her friend writhe in near continuous
orgasms from her ministrations.
Finally the trio collapsed in ecstasy, having fully expended themselves.
Cindy smiled warmly as she drifted off to sleep, her arms wrapped around her
best friend, the most happy she had been since her programming.
*****
Cindy awoke, her body ached from her previous exertions. She quickly
forgot about the pain as she realized she was strapped in a chair. Her eyes
flew open and she looked around, unlike her first experience at HRI, she saw
herself surrounded by lab equipment, and a large staff buzzed around her, busy
with their work.
"Finally, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up.
Unfortunately we need you awake for the next session, and Alan insisted you be
given a full rest." Commented a technician beside her.
Cindy tried to speak, but found her voice still not responding. She
watched in mute horror as she felt the programming interface on her neck. Cindy
sobbed inside, wondering just what was going to be done to her.
"Okay, we're going to begin the session. I'm going to ask you questions as
we go, respond as well as you can to each question."
Cindy felt sparks fly through her head. Her thoughts muddled, and she felt
her apprehension retreat. As she lay there, she found herself unable to keep a
line of thought together. After a few moments, she felt herself fall into a
pliant, nearly unthinking state.
"What is you name?"
"Cindy Stewart." She answered automatically. As she did her head exploded
in a million points of pain. She lay their panting for a moment as she
recovered from the shock.
"What is your name?"
"Cindy Stewart." Cindy replied again, this time with very little confidence
in her voice. Again the pain shot threw her head.
"What is your name?"
Cindy lay there confused, her clouded mind searched desperately for the
answer. Final she conceded, scared by the revelation. "I don't know"
A new sensation washed through her mind, a slight stinging coursed through
her head.
"What is your name?"
"Kitten." Cindy answered. Her mind revolted for a moment, but try as she
might she couldn't contradict the statement. She knew it was wrong, that they
had stolen her real name, but now Cindy thought of herself as Kitten.
The questioning continued, each time ripping away a part of her identity,
and replacing it with their own reality. Cindy was helpless, and could only
watch as slowly she became a new creation, one her tormentors called Kitten.
She felt her new identity take shape, but a small part of Cindy remained,
resisting the changes and reminding Kitten of what she really was.
Finally the process was complete and the technicians removed Kitten's
unconscious form from the chair, moving her to a lab table.
Kitten was strapped down, and probes attached to her nude form. A doctor
attached an IV to her arm, and checked the rest of the probes. He attached
another IV to her other arm, and left Kitten alone as strange fluids slowly
flowed through her veins.
Part 5
Kitten awoke some time later as she noticed a strange sensation from her
ass. Her hands moved down to check and she was soon shocked by finding both fur
and a tail. She bolted upright and looked down at her body. Her entire body
was now covered in a light brown fur, except for a patch of white fur that
covered her chest and stomach, following the curves of her pelvis to a v shape
at the top of her pussy. Her pussy lips and areola were bare, though now
several shades darker than she seemed to remember. Her hands had been turned
into paws, and she turned them over, looking at the pads of her forward paws.
She rubbed them across her body, finding them just as sensitive as her fingers
had been. Her feet had suffered a similar fate, though a bit larger in size.
Kitten saw a mirror on the wall and got up to look at her new self. She felt a
strange sensation at the reflection. Kitten still had Cindy's face, her human
features rested atop her feline form, her fur gradually receding as it went up
her neck. As she looked at her face and body she recognized herself, but she
felt as if it wasn't really her. The sensation faded after a moment and she
began modeling in front of the full length mirror admiring her pert young form.
As she did, she found her thoughts turning to sex, and wondered how long it
would be before she would have someone to service. She felt herself recoil
again at the thought, though not knowing why. Something told her that such
thoughts were wrong, but she didn't understand why anymore. Kitten pondered the
thought for only a moment before she turned back to modeling herself in the
mirror impatiently waiting for someone to model for.
The door opened some time later and Kitten watched Josh and Brice walk in.
Kitten recognized Josh, remembering the pleasure he had brought her though the
memories seemed strangely disjointed. That didn't matter right now however, and
Kitten felt her passions burn. She strutted over to the two men, seductively
caressing herself and wiggling her hips. Kitten wrapped her body around Josh,
massaging her fur covered breasts into his side as her paw snaked down inside
his shorts and began stroking his member. She let out a seductive purr as she
rested her head on his shoulder, slowly wagging her tail.
"Oh, man, you guys did a great job. I can hardly believe this is the same
Cindy I evaluated." Josh commented as Kitten continued to play with him.
Kitten ignored the conversation as she pressed herself against Josh. She
wondered how long she had to wait before they'd get to play in bed. She felt
something scream inside her, but ignored the distraction.
"Yes, the process is improving. We're still working on the programming
however. Kitten here is our first fully autonomous test. Be careful about
using her old name." Brice warned.
Kitten felt Josh get hard beneath her paw's caresses. She snaked her way
down his body, pulling down his shorts. As he continued his boring
conversation, Kitten wrapped her mouth around his member and slowly suck on it.
She felt her own juices flow as she tasted his delicious cock. Kitten's tongue
massaged his member tracing every contour as she worked to explore every
crevice, compelled to memorize every feature of his cock. Josh moaned with
pleasure from her caresses and Kitten smiled inside pleased that she was doing a
good job.
"You'll also find her insatiable. Logan plans on having her very busy up
at his corporate office."
"Do you mind if I have a go right now? It'd be a shame if I missed a
chance like this." Josh groaned again as Kitten licked his cock.
"Sure, I don't think she'd let you leave anyway. I'll come back when her
ride is ready to go." Brice replied, leaving Josh alone with the transformed
Cindy Stewart.
"Stand up, let me get a look at you." Josh ordered.
Kitten replied without question, giving his cock one last lick. She began
a seductive modeling dance for him, glad to be displaying her charms for him.
Josh traced her every curve, Kitten hadn't been modified in terms of dimensions,
and Josh was pleased by that. He moved up to kiss her and Kitten wrapped her
arms around him pressing her body to him as she joined him in a sensuous kiss.
Kitten pulled away from him, surprising Josh at her independence.
"You like what you see tiger?" She purred, as she coursed her hands down both
sides, seductively wiggling her hips. Kitten was burning with passion, aching
to be filled with his cock, hoping her display would entice him into bed.
Josh was taken aback, Cindy had been well programmed. The standard program
didn't allow for the subject to talk while under control. Josh realized that
Kitten was more than just a program, that HRI's programmers had replaced Cindy's
personality, turning the teenager into a feline slut.
"Of course." Josh replied, grabbing the girl by the hips and pulling her
back to him. She embraced him again, kissing him passionately as she felt his
cock rub up against her belly. Kitten enjoyed the feeling of his hands as Josh
caressed her through her fur, purring as he cupped her tender breasts.
Kitten was growing frustrated by his patience and pulled back again, this
time grabbing his cock with both paws. She wanted him inside, and quickly
pulled him to the bed. Kitten lay back on the bed pulling Josh between her legs
as she went.
"Come on lover boy, show me your stuff." Kitten teased, rubbing his cock
head between her pussy lips. Josh pushed forward and Kitten growled as he sank
into her tight folds. Kitten wasted no time in beginning her internal caress of
Josh's member, pleased with every moan that came from between his lips. Kitten
reached up and took his hands, pulling them to her breasts, gratified when he
gave her breasts a good squeeze.
She growled again as Josh began to fuck her, welcoming the pistoning
motion. His pace left her a bit disappointed however.
"Come on, fuck me." Kitten growled. She was rewarded as he began pounding
into her faster.
"Harder, harder." She cried as he pounded into her soft folds with even
greater fervor.
Kitten dissolved into pleasure as he plowed into her with increasing speed.
She thrust her hips back, sure to meet every thrust, to fill herself up as much
as possible with his stiff cock. His every moan of pleasure increasing the fire
within her.
After only a few minutes of this, Kitten felt Josh's seed flow into her.
As he did, she pulled away again, pulling his still spasming member from inside.
She climbed off the bed and crawled up to his crotch, taking his shrinking
member in her mouth. As she licked their juices from him she sent a paw to her
pussy to catch the remains of their lovemaking in her paw. Josh soon found his
erection return under Kitten's skillful assault, as he did, Kitten pulled back
and licked her paw clean of their juices, thoroughly enjoying the unique taste
of their combined fluids.
"Ready for more?" She purred, stroking his cock. Kitten felt her need
still burning within her, driving her. Before Josh had a chance to respond she
pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips.
Josh watched in awe as Kitten moved between his legs, pulling his cock to
her pussy. She leaned back and descended upon him. Kitten growled again, her
face clenched in pleasure as she felt him move inside her. She quickly set up a
rhythm on top of him, happily taking him deep within her. She leaned forward,
pulling his head to breast with one paw. She cried out in pleasure as he
suckled on one breast while slowly kneading the other. Kitten pistoned atop him
happily for some time, pleased that he was staying up. Her passion slowly
building each time she impaled herself upon him. Finally the tension snapped
and Kitten cried out in orgasm, her pussy clamping down on Josh's member. She
felt his seed fill her a moment later, and quickly pulled herself from him, not
wanting to miss the opportunity to suck the last of the seed from his cock. As
she did, she enjoyed the taste, though dissatisfied with the portions.
Josh had fallen asleep as she sucked on him, and Kitten wrapped herself
against him purring gently as she watched his chest rise and fall. As her
orgasm drifted away, a thought nagged at the back of Kitten's mind, that
something wasn't right. She tried to figure out what was wrong as she slowly
drifted off to sleep.
Kitten was woken up by Brice some time later. Brice had made her put on a
robe and walked her out to a limo. Kitten didn't like the robe, since it hid
her body. On the way out, Kitten flashed several passersby only to get rudely
corrected by Brice. He told her she would have to wait until they got where
they were going. Kitten whined a little but did as she was told. The trip was
boring, Kitten tried to seduce her companion but he rebuffed her every attempt.
After giving up, Kitten began playing with herself instead, but found it
generally unsatisfying.
She was feeling a bit dejected by the time they made it to their
destination. Kitten wondered if she wasn't pretty enough for Brice. Her
concerns quickly left her when she met Logan. As they stood in the lobby, she
traced his every feature with her eyes, marvelling at the man before her.
"Hi, I'm Kitten, I'm happy to meet you." Kitten opened, dropping her robe
with one quick move. She presented herself openly for the handsome man before
her.
"She's conditioned to be sexually aggressive, but will submit to any
command. Kitten's purpose in life is to sexually please anyone around her, and
she is insatiable in that task. Her intelligence is intact, but she's
constantly driven by sex, and should ignore anything not sexually related unless
asked to pay attention. Otherwise, put down a litter box and some food, and
she's self maintaining, though you may prefer if she showers." Brice described,
watching as the cat woman adoringly explored Logan's body with her lust filled
eyes, oblivious to the discussion about her.
"I'm impressed, she's just what I ordered. How is the other one coming
along?" Logan asked as he fondled his new pet. Kitten purred as he cupped her
breasts and ran a finger between her nether lips. She gave Brice a quick look
of disgust, this man knew how to treat a lady.
"Not so well, the personality hasn't fully taken yet. We should be able to
deliver her in a couple days though." Brice replied.
Kitten knelt before Logan, determined to give him a proper greeting. She
quickly pulled out his ready cock and began sucking on his ample member, wetting
herself with the thought of filling her pussy with it later.
Logan groaned. "Good girl, enjoy it, you don't have to rush."
Kitten agreed and slowed her pace to a casual caress, savoring his musky
taste.
"I don't mind, I think Kitten will enjoy the extra workout anyway. Just
make sure she's as good as this one. If you'll excuse me, I think Kitten would
like play." Logan replied, petting Kitten's head as she continued working on his
member.
"Alright, I'll inform you of any developments. Enjoy." Brice replied,
leaving the former Cindy Stewart at her new home.
Kitten continued sucking on Logan's thick shaft for another couple minutes
when she felt his member begin pulsing. She pulled back, wrapping her lips
around the bulbous head of his cock as it spurted his seed into her mouth. She
savored every drop, she swished it around her mouth, enjoying it's warm, salty
taste before finally swallowing it. Kitten then descended upon his shriveling
member, making sure she had captured every drop
"Come on, Kitten, let's introduce you to the staff." Logan ordered, taking
the sleek young cat woman in hand. Kitten purred as Logan's hands explored her
fur covered body as they made it into the elevator. As they ascended, Kitten
took the opportunity to explore him as well, being sure to rub her breasts and
pussy into him as she did so.
Once he arrived at the executive level, Logan called a staff meeting.
Kitten continued to caress him as she watched other executives file into the
board room.
After everyone had arrived Logan introduced their new pet. "Everyone meet
Kitten, she'll be our new head of office moral from now on. She's fully versed
in our favorite techniques, and will willing give us all lots of personal
attention. I'm sorry that her partner hasn't been prepared yet, but I'm sure
Kitten will be more than happy to take up the slack." Logan explained. "Why
don't you introduce yourself to the board, Kitten."
"Hi, I'm, Kitten." She said as she climbed up onto the board room table.
She slowly strutted up and down the table, being sure to give each board member
a sultry smile and a full view of her charms. She shivered with passion as each
member enjoyed her show.
"I can't wait to introduce myself to each of you personally." Kitten
purred. She really couldn't, already her pussy ached with the need to be filled
again. Kitten wanted nothing more than a good long fuck.
"Now, I'm sure you're all anxious for Kitten to visit you, but first I'm
going to take our lovely new pet for a spin. She'll stop in for each of you
later." Logan smiled.
Kitten couldn't wait, looking forward to all of the cock and pussy she was
going to get. First though, she had an appointment with Logan, and she already
ached for him to fill her. She waited impatiently for the board room to clear
before she made her move.
"Come on big boy, I'm ready for you." Kitten draped herself over the head
of the boardroom table, spreading her legs right in front of Logan's face giving
him full view of her pussy. Kitten growled with excitement as he descended upon
her, devouring her sensitive flesh.
"Oh, thank you!" She screamed as his tongue parted her nether lips and
teased the entrance to her pussy. Her senses burned as he licked her, driving
her mad with pleasure.
"Fuck me!" She cried as the empty ache within her became too much to bare.
Logan complied as quickly as he could. Kitten felt him lift her legs onto his
shoulders. Then moaned as her flesh parted around the tip of his member.
"Fill me up!" Kitten moaned as Logan teased her with his member, caressing
her nether lips with his rubbery tip. Kitten cried out in passion as he pushed
his way inside her, filling her up beyond belief.
As she sat their, luxuriating in the sensations of her stretched pussy her
mind battled a new thought. As he plowed into her, Kitten's memory told her
that this was the biggest cock that ever rested inside her, but something told
her that wasn't right. Kitten was distracted for only a moment as she was
brought back to their coupling as Logan pulled his cock slowly back down her
channel. For now she didn't care, all that mattered was the cock she had
between her legs this very moment. She moaned as Logan filled her again. Her
inner folds pulsed around him caressing the cock she was so happy to have inside
her. Logan began a slow steady pace, and Kitten writhed passionately under him.
"Oh, fuck your so big! Fuck me, fuck your kitten!" She cried egging him on
with Cindy's melodious school girl voice, but to no avail. Logan knew his own
limits and was determined to get the most out of his first time with his own
little pussy cat. Kitten cried in frustration and pleasure as he kept up his
steady pace within her. Her mind shifted however, determined to prove her worth
to him, concentrating on her pussy muscles, being certain to give him every bit
of pleasure she could. If she could please him, maybe he would fuck her like
she needed it. Even at his slow pace, Kitten enjoyed the sensation of being so
fully plowed with each thrust.
Kitten felt her lover reach up and caress her fur covered breasts. She let
out a cat like hiss as his lips descended on her nipples, suckling her. Kitten
enjoyed the treatment, thrusting her breasts into her lover's mouth and hand,
humping back against his filling thrusts. With his every moan of pleasure
Kitten felt her purpose in life fulfilled. As she lay there, Logan's cock
plowing her velvety folds, Kitten reflected on the meaning of life. Surely
there could be nothing more important than using her body for the pleasure of
others, she thought. Kitten lay back, content in this revelation as she again
concentrated on caressing the cock moving within her.
Logan began to pick up the pace, pumping harder and faster into his lovely
pet. Kitten beamed inside, happy that he was now moving like she wanted,
filling her with passion with every furious stroke.
"Oh yes, just like that, fuck your kitten, fill me up!" Kitten screamed
with pleasure as he pounded harder into her willing flesh. Kitten thrust back
against his every filling push, her passions building as she felt her lover
pistoning his thick shaft inside her. Kitten felt her orgasm overtake her as
Logan screamed in passion, filling her with his seed. Kitten milked his member
with her pussy, working to extract every drop from him before he left her. She
gasped as he withdrew, and quickly began catching their juices as they leaked
from her, barely waiting to taste his sweet seed again.
"How soon can you ready again?" Logan asked as he pulled his pants back on.
Kitten wondered at the strange question.
"I'm always ready." She replied as if there was no other possible answer.
"Good, the rest of the board members are each expecting a personal meeting
before the end of the day. Don't disappoint me."
"I won't. I'm always happy to serve." Kitten replied cheerfully, she had
plenty of cock to enjoy now. She looked forward to the rest of the day as she
finished licking his seed from her paw.
"I'll check in with you again after work. Have a good day." Logan replied
as he went back to his office, taking one last look at the company's new pet
cheerfully licking his seed from her paw.
*****
Kitten spent the rest of the day pleasuring the rest other board members.
She fondly counted each one, tallying the number of cocks that has plumbed her
and pussy she had licked. Kitten enjoyed the men the most, the women just
couldn't compete with a big thick cock. Still, Kitten enjoyed pleasing
everyone, pleased that her efforts were making people happy. She fondly
remember the looks of joy on the board members faces as each of them orgasmed
because of her. Kitten licked her lips with every thought of the seed she had
eaten, constantly craving more.
When Logan returned at the end of the day, Kitten was anxious, hoping that
she had pleased everyone as much as expected.
"I hear you're a little hell cat. How would you like a reward?" Logan
asked.
Kitten beamed at the praise. "If it pleases you." She chimed in her
school girl voice. Kitten purred, presenting her body to Logan. When she
wasn't pleasing someone, Kitten was always certain to present herself to those
around, so they could always have a good look at the charms she had to offer.
"Oh, it will." Logan dropped his pants, reveling his erect member.
"Oh thank you!" Kitten smiled, quickly descending on his member, sucking it
for all she was worth. Kitten worked passionately for his seed, sucking and
licking his cock. She was soon rewarded, and happily savored every drop of his
seed as it squirted into her mouth. Before she was finished, she was sure to
lick every drop from him. She looked into Logan's eyes as she got back up,
pleased that he enjoyed her reward.
"Now it's time for your evening workout. Follow me." Logan ordered.
Kitten followed obediently, strutting behind him with her chest pushed out and a
lust filled smile on her lips.
Logan led his pet down stairs to a small club on the second level. Kitten
looked around as she entered, purring at the site of sex all around her. Kitten
recognized many faces in the crowd. Each of the board member's secretaries was
here, either fucking a guest or lewdly dancing on stage. Kitten was pleased,
they had all seemed so disinterested to her advances during the day as she
walked by to service their bosses.
"Our secretarial pool has been instructed to keep their sexual activities
to the evening hours, so it don't interfere with their work." Logan explained.
In fact they had all been programmed to act normally during business hours,
unless directed otherwise. After hours they became unwilling entertainers in
the corporate lounge for the rest of the companies managers.
Kitten looked over the scene before her, already aroused and ready to join
in.
"Feel free to join in, you can come here every evening in fact. Just be
sure to get a good nights sleep so you're well rested for the next day. There's
bed and bath in my office for you when you need it." Logan offered, patting his
Kitten on the cheek.
"Thank you, I'll be sure to get enough sleep so I can please you tomorrow."
Kitten purred, descending on the sea of writhing flesh before her. She decided
to introduce herself first and climbed atop the runway where several other
secretaries were dancing invitingly for the crowd. Kitten climbed up on stage,
happy that Logan was giving her this opportunity to enjoy herself.
Kitten began dancing on stage, enjoying the whistles and cat calls coming
from the crowd. She ran her hands seductively down her fur, wiggling her hips
and flicking her tail as she strutted up and down the runway. Occasionally she
wrapped herself around a pole, gliding her body across it, riding it between her
legs. She continued this display for several minutes, hoping that everyone's
eyes were given the chance to explore her every curve.
The need to be filled again burned within her, and Kitten began to review
the selection of men before her. She slowly crawled down the stage, looking
into the eyes of every man as they followed her every movement. Finally the
ache began to intense and Kitten pounced on one gentleman who was enjoying the
casual sway of her breasts as she crawled to him.
"Would you like to give Kitten a ride?" She purred, sitting on her knees
before him, displaying her feminine charms for him. He answered her with a
passionate kiss, pulling her mouth to his. Kitten felt her pussy burn, and
quickly climbed off the stage, careful not to interrupt their embrace. He
pulled by her arm, dragging her from the orgy all around them and down a small
hallway at the back of the club. Kitten realized that he had wanted more
privacy as he directed her into a small room with a bed.
"Lay down." He ordered, and Kitten instantly complied. She fell back onto
the bed spreading her legs wide and giving her best fuck me look. She ached
with the need to be filled, hoping that he wouldn't keep her waiting long.
"How old are you?" He asked.
Kitten wondered at the strange question, and wracked her brain for the
answer. She hadn't thought about it before, and was curious as to why it
matter. Still, her memory eventually gave her the information. "Sixteen"
"What high school did you go to?" He asked.
Kitten burned with arousal, growing impatient with the unusual questions,
but again she found the answer. "Penbrooke High."
"I thought I recognized you. You wouldn't happen to be Wendy Stewart's
daughter?" He asked, seeming genuinely curious about the companies new pet.
Kitten felt something snap within her, but she ignored it as she tried to
find an answer. Her thoughts were jumbling together. She was Kitten, but a
nagging voice within her told her something else. A confused look crossed her
face as she answered. "Yes, no, I'm Kitten."
"Wow, they really did a number on you." He seemed satisfied with the answer
lowering himself between her legs. Kitten purred as he began to fondle her
breasts. Her earlier confusion dissolved into lust as she felt him rest his
cock lengthwise across her nether lips. She moaned, bucking her hips against
him, parting her folds with the edge of his cock.
"You probably don't even know what they did to you, do you?" He asked as
her continued to caress her fur covered body enticing purrs from the girl
beneath him. Kitten writhed beneath him, the aching emptiness between her legs
washing away her every thought with the need to be filled.
"Please fuck me. I need you inside me." Kitten moaned beneath him, rubbing
her burning sex against him, wanting desperately for him to quit talking and
fuck her.
He complied a moment later and Kitten moaned in ecstasy as he plowed into
her. He quickly set up a rhythm inside her, and Kitten growled with
satisfaction, bucking her hips to meet each thrust. Arousal consumed her as his
cock pounded with her. Kitten embraced her lover, kissing him passionately as
he gave her body the fucking she so dearly wanted.
Kitten cried out in ecstasy as she felt his seed fill her with the now
familiar warmth. She tried to move, to begin licking away his seed, but her
lover remained still holding her in place, his cock still lodged deeply inside
her. Kitten turned her attention back to her lover and slowly caressed his body
with her paws as they rested, still
intimately locked together.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Her lover asked, casually massaging one of
her ample breasts.
"Oh yes." Kitten purred, her voice ringing with sexual satisfaction.
Kitten lay beneath him, enjoying his slow petting motions, as she felt her
internal fires burning anew. She began milking the cock within her again,
hoping that he would give her another ride. Her efforts were soon rewarded, and
Kitten enjoyed the sensation of her lover's cock growing within her. Once he
reached his full size, Kitten moaned as he began pumping within her with slow
steady strokes.
"Fuck me harder, harder!" She cried, and he granted her request, pounding
into her ready flesh. Kitten cried out in pleasure as he pistoned within her.
She had already been fucked almost two dozen times that day, but she couldn't
get enough. The feeling of a cock pounding away inside her was too wonderful,
she just had to have another one inside her, filling her.
Having already came once within her, her lover had far more stamina then
before. Kitten wrapped her legs around him as they fucked, ecstasy carved into
her soft features. With every hard thrust, Kitten relaxed, enjoying the filling
sensation of his cock as it sank into her. With every withdrawal she clamped
down on him, intensifying the sensation of his movement and bringing cries of
pleasure from his lips. Kitten continued like that as he moved within her,
enjoying his body fully and ensuring that he enjoyed hers. Kitten had several
more orgasms as he moved within her, each time screaming out in passion as he
continued to plow into her tender flesh. Finally, Kitten felt the warmth of his
seed spread within her again, releasing another earth shattering torrent of
pleasure within her.
This time, he withdrew, and Kitten moved a paw between her legs as she
repositioned herself to suck his remaining juices from his cock. Kitten again
reveled in the taste, certain to find every drop of his seed. As he got up,
Kitten lay back, slowly licking his seed from her paws, enjoying the post
orgasmic bliss that coursed through her.
"Well, I'm sure your services will be wanted elsewhere, no sense letting
them wait." He smiled as he watched the former girl, continue licking his seed
from her paw, her face locked in an expression of pure bliss.
Kitten rested for another moment, realizing he was right, she had plenty
more people to entertain. She quickly rose, and strutted back out to the orgy
on the main floor. She quickly found a new target and was soon locked in
another passionate embrace, this time surrounded by the sounds of passion all
around her. Kitten was washed away in a sea of passion, slowly passed from one
willing cock to another. She quickly lost count of how many cocks had filled
one of her willing holes, but she didn't care. Her body rode a wave of pure
pleasure for hours as hands and cocks explored her every curve. Kitten purred
and moaned, as she was filled with cocks, her body caressed by countless hands
and mouths. She was swept away on a torrent of pleasure, orgasms crashing down
upon her with every new sensation.
The orgy lasted for hours, though Kitten had no way of telling time. With
one passionate cry from the gathered flock, it was over. Kitten felt cocks pull
out of every hole trailing their seed as they went. She licked herself clean as
the crowd parted and went on their way. As the last people left, Kitten began
to feel tired, and quickly set off to bed.
As she lay down for sleep, her arousal abated and her mind cleared for a
moment. She felt something within her try to reach her again, but sleep came
too soon, and Kitten drifted off cheerfully on the bed in her master's office.
She felt satisfied, and looked forward to another day of sex, another day of
fulfilling her purpose in life.
*****
As she slept, Kitten was assaulted by nightmares, jumbled images of terror
that stirred through her soul, terrifying her. She fought the images, the
terror all night, unable to escape the screams coursing through her mind. Her
body awoke as she sensed Logan enter his office. She bolted upright, still
locked in the terror of her dreams. She sat there for a moment panting in
terror, but the musky smell of Logan pulled her away, and Kitten quickly forgot
her bad dreams. She watched as Logan walked into her small bedroom, quickly
stripping off his clothes. Kitten felt her folds begin to dampen in
anticipation, and quickly prepared her body for a morning romp in bed.
Kitten's existence continued like this over the following days. Each day,
she played with the board members, and each night she joined the orgies in the
company lounge. Kitten was satisfied with her existence, pleased at how much
pleasure she was bringing to those around her and reveling in the ecstasy she
enjoyed as she pleasured them. The dreams continued, though each morning they
were washed away by her morning fucks, completely forgotten as she sought out
cocks to fill her and pussies to lick.
Everything changed one day as she was sucking on Logan's cock, working for
another tasty package of his seed. His normal moans of pleasure suddenly cut
short by a scream of pain. Kitten looked up in surprise, unwilling to release
his member from her mouth. Logan's hand grabbed at the back of his neck, his
face twisted in agony. Kitten wondered what was going on for only a moment
before she felt herself fall into a deep sleep, her masters cock still filling
her mouth.
Kitten awoke some time later, feeling very strange. Her head hurt with a
slight pounding sensation coming in time with her heart beat. Her arms and legs
were restrained, and she felt like she was in some kind of hospital bed. Her
senses seamed wrong as well, she felt her fur rub up against the bed-sheets, but
found the sensation strange, as if she shouldn't have fur. Her wagging tail
also seamed strange, familiar but wrong somehow.
She opened her eyes, quickly confirming that she was in a hospital,
strapped to the bed. Almost as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar
face look down at her. Kitten looked into the girls sad eyes, unable to place
who it was, but knowing the girl was an old friend somehow.
"What happened to me?" Kitten asked softly.
"That's a big question, lets start small. How do you feel?" Megan replied,
stroking her friends furry arm.
"Strange, like I shouldn't have fur and a tail, but I do. My head hurts a
little too. Who are you?" Kitten answered purring slightly at being petted.
"You don't remember me?" Megan asked, Frank holding her close.
Kitten shook her head. "I feel like I should know you but I don't."
"I'm Megan, I'm your friend. Do you know your name?" She gripped Kitten's
paw.
"I'm Kitten." She replied, feeling suddenly unsure about her answer. "I
think I'm Kitten anyway."
"No, you're Cindy, Cindy Stewart, don't you remember?" Megan asked.
Kitten shook her head again. She wasn't sure if her name was Kitten, but
Cindy didn't seem right either.
"That's okay. Everything is going to be alright." Megan reassured the
confused cat woman before her that had once been her friend.
"What's going on?" Kitten asked meekly, wanting to understand what was
happening.
Megan thought for a moment, deciding how to begin. "A few weeks ago, you
and I were taken to HRI headquarters. You were turned into Kitten, a sexually
insatiable cat woman, to be a pet for some company. They tried to turn me into
your companion, but their methods didn't take for some reason and I spent the
next few weeks fucking the staff at HRI." Megan began, disgust ringing in her
voice. "After we left, Frank found out how to interface with our implants and
took control of the system. He tried to simply put everyone asleep, but some of
the higher ups in the organization had anti tampering protection. As he hacked
into the system, their implants killed them, everyone responsible for the
implants were killed. No one knows how they work now, or how to remove them,
but we have disabled them."
"Unfortunately, not everything was so simple. In addition to the implant's
direct control ability, we were all slightly conditioned when they implanted us.
We haven't been able to reverse that yet, so everyone is still walking around in
our skimpy outfits or naked depending on whether were indoors or not. We
haven't been able to remove the implants either, so some of their core
programming is still active, though that seems limited to hormone and disease
control, so it's not all bad." Megan explained.
Kitten sat there, taking it all in. "So what about me?"
"We don't know, they conditioned you into becoming Kitten, blocking out as
much of Cindy's memory and personality as they needed to successfully transform
you. Frank wants to try to unblock your memories, but we don't know what will
happen when we do. Your physical condition is harder to deal with, though. No
one knows how they changed you. It's not just plastic surgery, they changed
your genetic makeup somehow, the doctors say that you'll likely be like this for
the rest of your life." Megan answered, giving another reassuring stroke down
Kitten's arm.
Kitten listened, not sure how to take the answers she was given. She felt
strange in her body, but still it was her, fur and all. A strange duel feeling
was still inside her, and she now figured it was the remains of Cindy trying to
reassert control. Kitten didn't know how to feel, and simply rested as she
awaited her fate.
Megan continued to stroke her friends arm as Kitten drifted back to sleep.
Frank had already unleashed the program into Cindy's implant. As Kitten lay
there, her memories were gradually being relinked, and integrated into Kitten's
reality. The technicians had programmed Kitten without concern for her past,
Kitten wouldn't care about yesterday, only getting another cock within her.
Frank and Megan hoped that with her memories restored, Cindy would reemerge
inside Kitten, and hopefully the two personalities would meld together and she
would be whole again.
They waited silently, patiently at Kitten's bedside as the program did it's
work. Kitten lay perfectly still, sleeping dreamlessly as her implant send
thousands of little sparks through her brain, doing it's work. Slowly, Kitten
and Cindy came to coexist within her and slowly the two personalities merged.
Kitten woke up a day later, her head still pounded, but the strange duality
that had been within her was gone. She looked over to her friends, sleeping
lightly in the hospital chairs beside her, grateful for their presence. As she
lay there, she remembered what Megan had told her, and she took inventory of
herself. Oddly everything seem normal, her fur, paws and tail all felt as they
should be. Her memories seamed whole as well, and she looked back over her
life, sensing nothing was wrong or missing. She remember being programmed and
then later transformed into Kitten and while she could objectively reflect on
her previous behavior, even her actions in each state of existence didn't
disturb her. She knew she should be disturbed by being turned into a sexual
pet, but could only look back fondly on the memories of existing in constant
arousal, fucked by everyone she met. She didn't feel that same passion now
though, she was content to relax and had no desire for sex, something she knew
was unthinkable while Kitten had been firmly in control.
Megan noticed Kitten turn in the hospital bed and raced to her side,
waiting impatiently to see if her friend emerged.
Kitten looked up into Megan's concerned eyes and smiled. "Hi there."
Megan smiled back. "Hi yourself. How do you feel?"
"Good, whole. I'm me, or the new me I guess. It's kind of strange, I know
I'm not who I was before, but I don't feel the nagging sensation of something
being wrong." Kitten answered, purring as her friend stroked her arm and held
her paw.
"What's your name?" Megan asked, desperate for the final answer.
Kitten lay there for a moment, considering her answer. She remembered that
Megan had told her that she was Cindy, but that still didn't feel like her name.
Finally she accepted her new self, the melding of what had been Cindy and
Kitten. "I'm Kitten, Kitten Stewart."
Megan felt Frank move his arms around her, holding her at Kitten's side.
"Okay, do you remember us? Your family? Penbrooke?" Frank asked, trying
to discover what her answer meant.
"Of course, you're Megan and Frank. I remember my parents and sisters, and
Penbrooke. I just don't remember my name being Cindy like you said before.
They must have taken that from me, but it doesn't change who I am." Kitten
replied, reassuring her friends that she wasn't changed radically. The old
Kitten had existed just for sex, but the merging of personalities with the old
Cindy left Kitten feeling much like she did as Cindy, though she could still
feel the old Kitten's passion pulsing within her. It was tempered by Cindy's
self control, however, and that had kept her from begging for sex.
After being satisfied with her response, Frank left to find a doctor.
Megan stayed at Kitten's side, talking about their experiences. A doctor
arrived shortly and removed Kitten's restraints, allowing her to get up. She
felt a little stiff, apparently from being in bed for so long, but was glad to
be free again. She coursed her paws down her sides as she stood there,
stretching in a most seductive fashion.
She looked down over her fur covered body, still finding her form
beautiful. Megan and Frank quickly lead her out of the hospital, taking Kitten
back into the world. The world had changed considerably over the past few days
as everyone adapted to the effects of HRI's conditioning and programming.
Society had been fundamentally altered by HRI's control, and no one knew just
what new direction it would take.
Kitten stood out looking over this new world as if through new eyes. She
saw the opportunities and perils that lay ahead for her, knowing that she was
now a freak of HRI's design, but ready to face the challenges before her. She
had already survived too much to let the world beat her now.
The End
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