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Pleasure Chips is also a mind control type story. Satisfied in the
end product but far from my best work. I submitted this in the
BEarchive - given the growth of the female breasts.
Feedback will be appreciated. Thanks!
JRParz@aol.com
Disclaimer: The usual. And NO readers under 18......thanks! This
story has sex, and has a sexual theme to it. The sex is between male
- female and female - female. If this doesn't interest you, oh well.
If so, then go for it! Please, positive and negative comments. I'd
like to hear from you.
PLEASURE CHIPS by JRParz@aol.com
While Carla Thompson leafed through a magazine in the reception
area, she was surprised to find herself with a few butterflies this
morning. She was well aware that this interview with Damien Thorn was
a formality and that she had already been selected for the internship,
but the fact that her meeting was with the president of Thorn
Scientific Research, made her feel a little nervous.
Carla occasionally glanced up at the beautiful young receptionist
she met upon her arrival. Carla smiled at the girl. She had
introduced herself as Heather with a soft sweet voice. The girl
possessed a youthful innocence, long blond hair and sparkling blue
eyes. Heather was absolutely breath-taking, not looking a day over
eighteen. Carla wondered why she wasn't swooped up by some modeling
agency. Carla always appreciated the beauty in other girls, and
having been approached herself for modeling, she knew the girl could
make it in this business. Maybe she was an intern? Carla would ask
her when the time was right. As Carla waited, pretending an interest
in her magazine, she took the opportunity to compare her own beauty
with Heather's. They both sported a perfect figure, although
Heather's breasts were very large. Carla always appreciated the
effect big breasts had on a woman's figure, and how big chests always
managed to attract the opposite sex, but she preferred her small
shapely breasts. Carla had to workout to maintain all the right
curves and wondered if Heather was one of those girls that didn't have
to worry about what she ate. Carla knew that looks played a major
part in career opportunity. She also knew that she was here right now
for that very reason. Mr. Perkins, who was the career advisor at
Sterling University, had a list of several qualified candidates. Mr.
Perkins took a mere day to contact her for the position. Carla was a
little surprised when she was told of the company's physical and
mental examinations prior to starting. She remembered the Doctor
smiling at Carla; "It'll be over before you know it." Carla didn't
feel comfortable exposing herself like this, but she kept on reminding
herself that there were major advantages to landing this internship.
She had one more year before graduating with a Master's in Chemistry.
"Excuse me Ms. Thompson, Mr. Thorn will see you now." said a
soft voice to Carla. Carla couldn't help but smile at the girl, who
moved around the office with the grace of a high school cheerleader.
Carla followed her inside Mr. Thorn's office. Upon entering, Carla
noted the tremendous size of the place. Then a young man came out
from behind his desk to meet her.
"Hi Ms. Thompson, I'm Damien Thorn, very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for this opportunity."
Carla was shocked and she prayed that it didn't show on her face.
Mr. Thorn couldn't have been much older than herself. He stood about
six feet, and although his looks were pleasant, they weren't striking.
He did appear very fit, though. Mr. Thorn smiled at Carla and then
gestured towards the couch; "Please, take a seat."
Mr. Thorn went over to a table, poured two glasses of water and
handed her one of them.
"Thank you". Carla watched Mr. Thorn place himself on the couch
next to her. He purposely sat back far enough not to invade her
space, but yet close enough to give the atmosphere a hint of
friendliness. This put her at ease. She also appreciated having the
glass of water in case her current nervousness took a turn for the
worse.
"Well Ms. Thompson, I've reviewed your file and I'm very
impressed. When I take on a student for my intern program, I'm always
looking beyond their initial year, and if you perform anywhere near
expectations, I believe you could be a great asset to our company."
"Thank you sir."
"Please tell me a little about yourself."
Carla had rehearsed her response to this question countless times
in front of her mirror and knew exactly what she wanted to say. It
would be brief but informative. She told him about her aspirations to
become a chemist in a place such as this and touched lightly on her
fascination with chemistry ever since she was a little girl. She
skipped over her academic accomplishments, knowing that he already
possessed this knowledge. When she was just about to talk about her
commitment to physical fitness, she felt it. Arousal. The feeling
took Carla by surprise as a warmth grew in her lower region. Not
understanding why all of a sudden she was horny, Carla took another
sip of water, but the feeling wouldn't go away. Instead, Carla's
breathing increased and she couldn't help squeezing her legs together.
"Ms. Thompson, are you alright?"
"Yes...er...I mean I don't know....I....I don't feel right. Can
I use a restroom?"
Carla couldn't understand what was happening to her as she
followed Mr. Thorn. If Carla's mind wasn't distracted as much as it
was, she would have noticed that she was exiting a small door behind
Mr. Thorn's desk. The intensity of her desire was making every step
painful. Carla knew, if she didn't relieve herself immediately, she'd
be begging Mr. Thorn to take her right here in the office. Carla
didn't even notice that she passed through a bedroom to get to the
bathroom. Carla quickly stripped out of her skirt, pantyhose and
panties, and shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy. Within
seconds, her self pleasuring brought her an orgasm. Carla came all
over her hand as she floated on the intensity of her experience. This
was unbelievable! How! Carla thought hard and quickly concluded that
there must have been something in the water. The thought angered her,
but the anger was quickly swallowed up by another emotion. Desire.
Carla wanted to touch herself again, and bring herself to another
orgasm. The desire to do this was making it difficult for her to
think of anything else. She hoped, prayed, wished with all her heart
that by fingering herself until she got off, she'd regain some sanity.
She knew enough about chemistry to know that she had been slipped an
aphrodisiac. It had to be in the water. Carla cleaned herself up and
as she buttoned up her skirt, she was feeling embarrassed. Then
angry. She could still feel arousal, but now it was manageable.
Carla knew that she couldn't stay in the bathroom all day. She had to
get out of here as fast as she could. She slowly opened the bathroom
door, and stood stunned. A bedroom. She felt a little disoriented.
Sitting down on the edge of a king sized bed with a huge grin on his
face was Damien Thorn.
"How dare you! I'm going to the police and you won't get away
with it."
"Oh, I don't think so......especially after we spend the
afternoon fucking."
Carla's eyes lit up with anger. Then all of a sudden, her entire
body felt on fire with intense sexual desire. Her previous feelings
seem like teases compared to this new state she was in, and this time
the focus of her desire was centered on the very man sitting on the
bed.
"What's the matter Carla......I thought you wanted to leave."
"I.....I don't understand what you've done to me.....I....I need
you.....please..I need you to make love to me!"
"Carla......you look so sexy panting like this in front of me.
I'm not sure about this......hmmm.........maybe if you strip for me,
I'd be able to make up my mind as to whether or not you meet my
standards."
Carla was internally seething, but she couldn't help herself. The
desire was becoming unbearable, and she needed this man desperately.
Carla took but seconds to strip naked and show herself to this man.
Mr. Thorn motioned for her to pirouette in order to see her ass.
"Why Carla.......you really are a beautiful girl..........I guess
you really do meet my standards..............although your breasts are
on the small size........no need to worry though, they will be nice
and huge in no time."
Carla was having a difficult time concentrating on what Mr. Thorn
was telling her. Her breathing had increased even more. Her body was
squirming where she stood. Her nipples and clit couldn't have been
any harder than they felt right this second. Carla could feel her
juices leak down the insides of her thigh.
"Please.......Mr. Thorn......please.....I need you inside me."
"Well Carla......If you lay back on the bed, spread your legs
real wide for me and say pretty please......just maybe I'll fuck you."
Carla quickly did as instructed, hating her body for being in a
grip of passion she didn't understand, nor could resist. Her hate of
this man went beyond seething, but she assumed the position that he
wanted her in and timidly said the magic words. Carla prayed he would
fuck her.
Damien took his time stripping, letting Carla see his 7" member
standing completely at attention. He crawled between her thighs and
entered her soaking cunt. The second Carla felt him go inside her, an
orgasm shook her entire body. Damien then proceeded to fuck her
again, then again and even more, eliciting moans and whimpering from
Carla. In less than an hour, Carla passed out.
Damien smiled down at the sleeping beauty. Jack Perkins must be
commended. Carla Thompson was absolutely breath-taking. Damien
buzzed his secretary: "Heather, please contact Dr. Sanderson and tell
him I'm ready for my new toy to have her injections."
What Carla wasn't aware of, when she underwent her physical
examination a few days ago, was that she was slipped a sedative.
While she slept, Doctor Sanderson and a young nurse by the name of
Leena, stripped Carla of her clothes, leaving her stark naked on the
examination table. The naked girl, oblivious to how she looked, laid
there unconscious. Doctor Sanderson gazed at the stunning sight in
front of him.
Carla Thompson would be the third girl to receive a set of Doctor
Sanderson's Pleasure Chips. While the Doctor studied his subject, he
reflected on his invention. It took him three years to develop them,
but it was well worth the time. Mr. Thorn had provided all the money.
Six, highly sophisticated computer chips. Inserted into four specific
areas of the woman's body. Each chip's primary function was to act as
a receiver. A transmitter, either by a computer or a mobile
activation devise, sent specific frequency waves to the receivers.
The receivers picked up the signal and initiated the micro-computer
chips program. The specific frequency waves were determined by the
individual's own brain waves, which would then be loaded into the main
frame computer.
Doctor Sanderson looked down at the young beauty and could
understand Mr. Thorn's decision to own her. The girl reminded him of
his lovely nurse, Leena. Leena Porter had been a young college
intern during a project he had been working on. She was beautiful and
full of energy. In addition to graduating college this year, she was
also marrying her college sweetheart. Doctor Sanderson decided she
was far to pretty not to make her his first test subject. That was
only one year ago.
He picked a Saturday, given that she was scheduled to work a full
ten hour shift. He slipped her a sedative in her morning coffee and
Leena was soon sleeping like a baby. He carried her over to a table,
slowly stripped off her clothes and found it hard to control his
breathing at the sight of her nudity and sexiness. His erection was
uncomfortable inside his pants and his desire to fuck this girl now
was making it hard to concentrate on his task. He first inserted a
chip in each nipple. Then spread her legs and inserted a chip in the
tip of her clitoris. Flipping the naked lovely over on her stomach
wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, but he finally managed, then
moving her up onto her knees so her behind was upthrust. He inserted
a chip right inside her anus. The procedure was complete.
When Leena woke, she found herself strapped down on a table and
completely naked. The Doctor turned on the transmitter and watched
for a reaction. The shock of her situation quickly gave way to a new
sensation flooding her body. Acute sexual arousal. So intense, that
Leena squirmed against the straps. She no longer cared about her
nudity. She only cared about relieving the sudden sexual desire
overriding every other emotion. Doctor Sanderson spent the next hour
putting Leena through a Pavlov Theory of conditioning, training her
body to respond not only to his touch, the sound of his voice, and the
sight of him, but also to certain words that would trigger the right
responses. By the time Doctor Sanderson was finished, Carla was
painfully in lust with him.
Doctor Sanderson unstrapped Leena and led her to a couch in his
office. Leena whimpered and begged for him to take her. Waves and
waves of arousal rattled her body. Doctor Sanderson quickly stripped
and proceeded to shove his dick deep inside her cunt. Leena cried out
in pleasure while the Doctor moved in and out of her in rapid
movements. When the Doctor was done, Leena laid motionless, sexily
sprawled out on the couch. She smelled of sex and had a dreamy spaced
out look on her face.
Doctor Sanderson instructed her to get dressed and provided her a
set of instructions. The first order was that she had to be quiet
about their new relationship. Leena wanted to go to the police, but
found herself craving his body and presence with intense hunger. If
she went to the police, would this mean that she wouldn't be able to
be with him anymore? Her need to be with him was making her painfully
uncomfortable. She decided to do what he instructed. She mustn't
upset him.
The next day, Leena was told to document every feeling she
was experiencing since yesterday's awakening. Leena knew that he had
done something to make her feel this way, but knowing her feelings
were generated through science or whatever didn't seem to change her
condition. Leena wrote down how her first night without the Doctor
was the most difficult night of her life. Despite her session with
the Doctor that day, and the soreness of her cunt, she couldn't stand
the intense horniness she felt, and masturbation didn't alleviate the
feeling, but instead increased her desire. In a desperate move, she
called her fiancee' over. As soon as he walked into her apartment,
she attacked him and they ended up screwing on the living room floor.
They fucked for hours! Her fiancee' couldn't get over his lover's
unsatiable passion, and wondered what brought it on. When Leena's
fiancee' left the next morning, Leena cried in frustration. Not one
orgasm. No relief at all. It was the longest night of her life.
When the Doctor called her later on that morning, she trembled at his
voice and her desire for him pitched forward to even greater heights.
She drove over to his house, and the second she saw him standing at
the door, her feelings of lust soaked her panties. Her only thought
centered between her legs. She begged for him to fuck her and for the
next couple of hours, they did just that.
The next day, she broke off her engagement and became the
Doctor's live-in lover. She finished up her final year of college,
but only because the Doctor told her to. She turned down career
opportunities to become his personal assistant, and quickly adjusted
to her new role in life as Doctor Sanderson's personal servant.
Nothing mattered other than the Doctor satisfying the constant
cravings of her body. Leena quite literally became the Doctor's sex
slave and had no ambition to do otherwise. When Leena assisted him
with Heather's turning three months ago, she had confessed in her
journal that knowing how she became the way she did still didn't
change anything.
The Doctor had kept Leena's level of her arousal at a five
setting throughout the first few months of her enslavement. Using
Pavlov's Theory, the Doctor hypothesized that Leena's body was to far
in her conditioning to resist, so, he reset the level to a two
setting. He was correct, and the lower setting had no bearing on
Leena's dependence for his touch. She would do everything and
anything to have it.
Doctor Sanderson did a final inspection on Carla and began the
procedure. Carla Thompson would be Damien Thorn's new sex toy. The
doctor inserting the needles into her most private and treasured
anatomy, methodically embedding his newly improved micro-computer
chips in the girl's nipples, her groin, and her anus. Unlike Leena,
who completely understood the whole procedure and the effects of these
chips on girls. Carla would never know why her body reacted the way
it did. Damien Thorn had already made him a multi millionaire,
bringing a smile to the doctor's face as he meticulously but quickly
worked his magic. The doctor then went over to the computer, punched
in a sequence of numbers and activated the designated frequencies.
The doctor punched in Mr. Thorn's brain waves, a far more
sophisticated procedure than his Leena received. The new procedures
allowed for Mr. Thorn's brain waves to act as a transmitter,
eliminating the need of any devise or manual computer entries. Carla,
just like Heather, would find her body responding to his brain wave
signals directly.
Damien grinned down at Carla, soaking in her nakedness. Although
her breasts were shapely, they were way to small for his preference.
A knock on the door told him the Doctor had arrived.
Thorn Scientific Research had discovered a way to enlarge female
breasts with a simple chemical injection. No surgery and no side
effects. The procedure was simple, painless, precise and took less
than twenty-four hours to reach their desired size. Mr. Thorn had no
desire to make this procedure public. Especially given his new
business relationship with Doctor Sanderson. The Doctor opened a box
containing a couple of syringes, and reconfirmed Mr. Thorn's
specifications.
"You still want her to have 38DDs?" The Doctor asked.
"Yes, Heather's are 36D and look wonderful on her, but I'd like
Carla's to even be bigger. I want her to know that her tits are for
my pleasure. Every time she walks, I want her to jiggle. Every time
she looks at herself in the mirror, I want her to be reminded of who's
property she is."
The Doctor performed the procedure quickly and left. The
injections would work like magic and the transformation would be
completed by tomorrow morning. He remembered Heather's happy reaction
when her's grew, but seriously doubted the same reaction from Carla.
Damien smiled at the thought of transforming Carla's body for his
pleasure. Damien wanted to compare Carla with his other sex toy, so,
he paged Heather to come to his bedroom. Heather looked down at the
sleeping beauty, and couldn't help feeling a touch of jealousy.
"Heather, I'd like you to strip for me.....and lay along side of
Carla on the bed."
Heather didn't like the idea of being naked along side the pretty
girl, but she knew that she had no choice. Damien was everything to
her, and if this is what he wanted, she would do it. Heather quickly
stripped then crawled on the bed beside Heather. While Damien watched
he sent Heather a jolt of arousal, making the young blond beauty
groan. He also sent the sleeping Carla a jolt, and chuckled as the
girl moaned in her sleep, shifting her legs provocatively.
The sight of these two together like this was highly erotic. He
wanted them to make love to one another, and although he knew he could
order it, their natural heterosexual ways wouldn't allow them to
really truly enjoy one another. He wasn't mean, he wanted them to
desire and enjoy each other.
"Heather.......I want you to stay here so Carla sees you when she
wakes up. She's going to be very confused and probably angry. She
will also have a tough time with the fact that you and her are naked
in bed together. Tell her you made love to one another after I left.
She won't remember anything, but she will probably believe you given
her memory of me and her condition."
Heather placed her arm around Carla, sliding up close in a spoon
fashion. Heather wasn't tired, but she closed her eyes, in hopes that
she could fall asleep.
Damien called Doctor Sanderson on the phone.
"Doctor, activate the transmitters in both Carla and Heather's
chips. I will continue being the dominant frequency, but I'd like
these two to have a real feeling for one another. Damien specified
that he wanted Carla to respond sexually to Heather and vice versa.
It didn't matter that the subjects were completely heterosexual, once
the commands were entered into their program, they became real, and
their body would be a slave to it.
"Do you wish for one to be more dominant in their relationship?"
asked the doctor.
Damien thought about it for a moment. Heather's personality was
naturally passive while Carla's was much more aggressive. It would be
a kicker if he had these two switch roles when it came to their sexual
play. Damien knew that Heather didn't indulge in sex with other
females, and doubted Carla did either.
"Make Carla the more submissive of the two."
"Not a problem, sir. I'll activate their frequencies and modify
their trigger responses. They'll immediately have a real passion for
one another, but their role in their own sexual relationship will take
a little while before they understand them."
Damien knew in time, that Carla would bask in her submissiveness.
She would ultimately turn into Heather's pleasure slave, unable to
resist the feelings that her submission would give her. Of course,
Damien could override these emotions through a simple mind push. But
why would he want to do that, he thought. He pictured Carla
performing as Heather's slave and looked forward to it.
When Carla woke, the first thing she felt was arousal. 'I can't
believe how horny I am.' she thought to herself. The second thing was
the memory of her fuck session with Mr. Thorn. The third came when
she turned her head to see the pretty young receptionist laying next
to her. And she was stark naked!
"Your breathtaking Carla." Said a voice across the room.
Carla sat up, turning towards the voice. She quickly crossed one
of her arms over her breasts, and the other hand covered her thick
forest below; "How could you do this? Why is Heather
here.................and why is she naked!"
Heather had fallen asleep, but woke up at the sound of Damien and
Carla talking; "Oh......hi everyone................Carla, I really
enjoyed you earlier.....you are so passionate.....I just loved making
it with you." Blushed the young girl. Carla joined her in the blush.
While both girls gazed at each other, not able to help take in their
nudity, Carla's eyes lit up, shocked. She was turned on. The sight
of Heather's body was getting her aroused all over again. She turned
back to Damien, in a defeated tone; "Wha...What are you doing to me?"
Carla couldn't stop her body from reacting to Heather's
closeness. Her desire for the girl continued to grow. Carla gasped
when Heather reached over to caress her right breast. Her mind
acknowledged a slight soreness. Her breasts. She momentarily ignored
the lovely blond beside her to cup her breasts. They felt different.
They felt fuller, and she wondered why? Heather reached over to
spread Carla's legs. Carla let her, feeling a desire to let Heather
take control. The second Heather's soft tongue touched her wet lips,
sparks of pleasure flooded her groin. Carla felt delicious letting
this girl seduce her. The thought confused her. Everything that was
happening to her was confusing, but the pleasure swallowed that
feeling up, and it faded away.
Damien was really turned on with the two girls, and then directed
another comment to Carla, who was basking in the pleasure her new
lover was giving her; "Your breasts are going through a
transformation, Carla. Just like we did with Heather. Lets see now."
Damien reached over to the floor, picking up her old bra; "You were
wearing a............34B cup."
"Yeeeeeeesssssssss." Carla replied without really focusing on
what was being said.
"Well, this bra is no good to you anymore. When you finally
leave here, you will have to go purchase 38DD's cups."
Carla again was stunned, momentarily breaking the spell. She
didn't want bigger breasts, she liked hers just fine. She giggled
while remembering how one of her earlier boy friends suggested breast
enlargements to her. She dropped him from her life in a heart beat.
This had to be some sort of nightmare. Quickly these memories became
a blur, and she only cared about Heather.
Heather was surprised at her own feelings for this girl. She was
shocked to find herself turned on by her, knowing that she hadn't felt
the slightest bit aroused earlier. Somehow she knew that Mr. Thorn had
done this to her. Carla also seemed to be in this grip of passion for
her. She was very pretty. Heather turned her body around,
positioning herself in a '69'; ""Lick me, Carla. Lick me real good."
Whispered the young innocent blond while lowering her pussy on Carla's
face.
Carla responded by passively doing just as Heather commanded.
She didn't question her reasoning. She just wanted to please this
girl and the thought of pleasuring her was making her hornier and
hornier. Carla loved the taste of the blond girl's pussy, and hoped
that her pussy tasted as sweet as Heather's. She wanted to please
Heather. Both girls moaned in response, and both girls found their
body responding to each other in the most erotic way imaginable.
Damien stood watching this display of love, and all due to some
micro pleasure chips........how many more girls should he collect he
wondered. Damien stripped naked again, while watching his two
pleasure toys make love with one another. The sight was intensely
erotic as he climbed on the bed. Damien shoved his dick into the
closest pussy near him...........it didn't matter which one, as his
mind pushed their desire up another level. Both girls moaned.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Damien Thorn leafed through the report provided him by a Doctor
Sanderson. Carla had taken to the pleasure chips perfectly, and
further more, he was not only able to use her as his own personal sex
toy, but he was able to use her in her professional capacity as a
chemist. He remembered with fondness, her reaction when she woke up
the next morning with her new breasts. Thanks to his company's own
discovery, he could insert a chemical straight inside a girl's
breasts, which over a twenty-four hour period, would enlarge the
breasts to the owner's specifications. The most pleasant memory he
had of Carla's transition from career oriented lady to sex toy was her
breasts growing from small perky apple size to her current 38DDs. At
first Carla screamed, cupping her new heavy knockers in front of her.
As time went on, she learned to manage. Damien especially enjoyed
watching Carla and Heather squish their huge breasts together when
they were making out. Carla was instructed to drop by Mr. Perkins
office to drop out of college. Damien was planning on using Carla's
knowledge in the Chemistry Lab, but before he told her this, he toyed
with her, telling her that he was going to release her. The beautiful
girl's huge breasts shook with every sob. Carla's fear that Damien
wouldn't use her, given her constant desire for him was real. Once a
girl was inserted with his pleasure chips, her body absolutely needed
the benefactor's touch, caress, and most of all, penetration.
Damien had debated several different options regarding what
direction Thorn Scientific Research should take with this proven
technology. The one direction he wouldn't take it, was to go public
with it. The effects were far to dangerous to package on the open
market. Excluding the doctor and himself, the only others to know of
the operation were the subjects themselves. One of the most
appealing options was to run an elite slave trade operation. The idea
of showcasing the loveliest girls in America was giving Damien an
erection. He pressed the intercom; "Heather, step in my office." He
heard a soft voice reply; "Yes, Mr. Thorn, right away." Heather was
only eighteen. Her youthful high school face and dynamite playboy
figure, led to her transformation nearly six months ago. The only
physical attribute he had to alter were her breasts, and this was only
due to his fetish for huge knockers on gorgeous girls. Heather was
his first sex toy and he kept her nearby.....specifically for times
like this. When Damien didn't have time for Heather, he allowed her
to use Carla. Both girls were passionate lovers ever since Carla came
here two months ago.
If he went with a Slave Trade, he could offer the client the
flexibility for any girl he or she chose. Abducting a girl would be
easy enough. Then insertion of the pleasure chips. Setting the
frequencies. Adding the trigger words and the girl would be the
owner's pleasure slave for as long as he or she desired her. The
owner could also trade her in, simply by changing the frequency. Once
a girl was under the full affects of the pleasure chips and trained
with the appropriate trigger words, they would be totally obedient and
desire only to please.
Heather now stood patiently in front of Damien's desk. Her eyes
and the little things she did with her body gave her away. Damien saw
the same look in Carla and in Leena. The girl was under the full
effects of his chips. Sexual desire as strong as what Heather was
experiencing, rendered her a slave to his sex. Damien hadn't fucked
Heather for nearly five hours and the girl was definitely in need.
Heather stood expectantly in front of Mr. Thorn. Heather would
have never, in her wildest dreams, thought that her life would turn
out this way. She looked at Mr. Thorn expectantly and could feel
herself dripping wet, soaking her panties. She was always wet thanks
to this constant state of arousal she felt. Heather remembered her
past life, her family, her friends, her goals, but she did so
dispassionately. The memories were there but no longer held the
emotional strings. She rarely thought back to her previous life
these days. Now, her only thought and desire was to pleasure Mr.
Thorn. She prayed that he would use her. Of course, if Mr. Thorn
didn't want her, Heather would call Carla up for a quick lick. Damien
gave Heather permission to call Carla anytime during the day. Heather
never thought she'd feel pleasure for her own sex, but ever since
Carla arrived a couple of months ago, she and her constantly took
their favorite position with one another. Of course, she preferred
Mr. Thorn, but Carla was able to alleviate some of the ache when Mr.
Thorn wasn't around. Not all of it, though, part of her wanted to be
with Mr. Thorn even when she was in the throes of an orgasm with
Carla. She always had the constant tug to be with Mr. Thorn. Heather
just thanked her lucky stars that she was pretty enough to be Mr.
Thorn's secretary.
The memory of Heather's abduction and eventual transformation no
longer felt real to Heather. She remembered being at the mall. They
must have drugged her because one second she was walking and the next
moment she woke up totally naked. The room was bare and she was
laying down on some sort of operating table. The memories that
followed were muddled. Waking up naked embarrassed her, but when she
tried to move, she found that her hands and legs were tied by some
sort of cloth. When Mr. Thorn entered the room, of course at the time
she didn't know it was Mr. Thorn, she tugged against her restraints in
an attempt to cover herself. She had no idea that this man was to
become her sole reason for living.
The man stepped over to the table and smiled at Heather. That
was when she felt her body do some strange things. Within seconds,
she was so turned on that instead of trying to cover herself up with
her hands, she wanted her hands free to touch herself. A throbbing
heat enveloped her groin and Heather was now begging the man to fuck
her. The man merely smiled, and placed his palm against her wet
throbbing vagina. Heather groaned while her body thrashed against her
bonds. The man then shoved three fingers deep inside her while she
cried out climaxing, coming all over his hand. When the man untied
her, she cried for him to fuck her. The man simply unzipped his
zipper, freed his huge erection from his trousers, and proceeded to
fuck the hell out of her. Heather experienced multiple mind
shattering climaxes. Even when the man left her, Heather continued to
feel the need and found herself fingering herself until exhaustion
finally knocked her out. The next morning, Heather couldn't fathom
what happened to her, but she knew that she would give or do anything
to be with him again.
Now, nearly six months later, Heather stood still in front of Mr.
Thorn.
"Heather.........why are your clothes on?"
"I.....I'm sorry sir." Heather rushed, stripping off her
clothes. She couldn't help her ear to ear grin, finally stepping out
of her panties. Heather stood now anticipating what came next. He
would make her perform orally on him, and then he was going to fuck
her. The mere thought alone was enough to make her wet.
"Come here, Heather.....you beautiful bitch, you."
Heather rushed over to Mr. Thorn, assuming the position. Carla
was going to be so jealous.
Damien looked down at Heather as she position herself between his
legs. She was breath-taking. He didn't think he could ever tire of
her. As nice as Heather and Carla were, he had already selected
another toy for his collection. Her name was Tiffany, and she was
being sent over by Jack Perkins. Jack promised him that Tiffany's
beauty eclipsed even Carla's. With Carla dropping out of college, a
new intern was needed. He remembered the conversation on the phone;
"Jack.....you've been loyal and I'm very pleased with Carla. I have
no doubt Tiffany will please me, also."
"Thank you sir. I aim to please my very best client."
"You do Jack, and for that, I want you to go out and select
another girl. This time, you will be selecting one for you."
"Really! Thank you Mr. Thorn!"
"Jack. Be very selective. Just like you are for me. Whomever
you choose will be your very own slave. Make sure you pick your dream
girl."
"Thank you sir! I will."
Jack Perkins hung up the phone. He never questioned Mr. Thorn.
He had no idea how he was able to transform these career driven girls
into sex slaves, and he didn't want to. He just wanted to own one.
His mind wandered to the student teacher, that would be starting this
Fall. Theresa Barnes. Theresa oozed sensuality. Every guy in
college would be hitting on her. She was stopping by from time to
time at the college, assisting the summer program with any help they
needed. Theresa had herself a beautiful tan, so he imagined that she
spent a lot of time at the beach. Her breasts were her only flaw, as
they barely pushed against the blouses she wore. Jack knew that this
flaw would be temporary, remembering what Carla looked like when she
stopped by his office to drop out of college. When he had commented
to Mr. Thorn about her new attributes, Mr. Thorn laughed and told him
that regardless how small they were, their breasts would be enlarged
to his specific desire.
Epilogue:
Heather smiled at the girl. She couldn't be much older than
herself. She was certainly lovely and wondered if Mr. Thorn would
give her the same attraction as he had given Carla. Heather also
noted her small boobies and giggled to herself; 'Not for long'. The
intercom buzzed and she picked up the phone. She listened, then
responded; "yes sir." Heather turned to the girl, smiling; "Tiffany,
Mr. Thorn is ready to see you now." Tiffany looked so pretty when she
smiled.
The end....
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