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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 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 signal, 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 on 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 housed 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 on 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 their 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 her 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 bucked 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
humped 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 continues orgasm 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 locked 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.
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