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Standard disclaimers aply:
Don't read if you're underage, or offended by sexual content, don't try
any of this at home, and remember it's all make believe.
Comments and criticism are always welcome. I apologize in advance for
any grammer or spelling errors. Enjoy.
Cindy's New Program
By Farleven
2000
Part 1
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 know 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 angle 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 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 took her time to consider 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 cause 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 there 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 resisting, 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 filled her up, 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 again 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 could 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
fell 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 even 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 allot 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 into 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 tot he floor, finding it difficult to look into the see 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.
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