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Subject: {ASSM} New: The New Line Part 3/3 ( mc, nc, mf, tf )
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Disclaimer:  this story contains representations of graphic sex acts,
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The New Line ( mc, nc, mf, tf )
Part 3
by Farleven     farleven@yahoo.com
November 2001
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/farleven/www/

Mary sat at on the sand happily, watching the sunrise over the ocean
waters of to the east.  It was another day, and like every other, Mary
started it right here on the beach watching the surf roll in.  The view
was marvelous on the little island she now called home, and perhaps the
one thing keeping her going was the calming ocean that just seemed to
swallow up any lingering pain inside her.

Still it was morning, and Mary had to begin her day.  She struck out,
jogging along the beach, looking for the next person on the sand.  Mary
jogged along happily, long since oblivious to the fact that she was
completely naked.  In truth, she enjoyed the feeling of freedom in
these rare moments, free of worry, almost one with the world around
her.  Her waist long hair flowing behind her as she bounced across the
beach, carefree if only for a moment.

Finally, she spotted a man walking along the beach and jogged over to
him.  She noticed him appraising her and wondered just what lay in
store for her with this guest.  Mary pulled up in front of him and
smiled, doing her best to pose seductively for him.  "Good morning, how
can I serve you?"

"Well, I'm in the mood for an African, short black hair, and thin with
medium sized perky tits, classic African facial features too.  Playful
personality okay?" The man responded.

"Of course, just a moment." Mary answered.  Then she felt the shift.
Her entire body began to tingle and she could look down and see herself
changing.  It was a very sensual feeling as the nanobots inside her
rearrange her flesh to the guest's requirements.  Mary watched with the
same awe as her skin color and body form changed around her.  Her
larger breasts shrank and perked up, their nipples contracting and
darkening as the rest of her body likewise contracted.  The color
change was next, first as a few dark points across her skin and then
with a rush, her creamy white skin was dark brown.  Mary felt her scalp
tingling as well, and felt her hair being pulled up her back and neck.
Then the final change came to her face, and Mary giggled slightly as
her facial skin was tickled by the changes.

Mary had long since gotten used to the shifts, but still enjoyed them.
Now she changed her appearance many times a day to meet the desires of
the guests.  The voluptuous white teen that Mary had been this morning
was no more her real form than the dark skinned woman she was now.
Mary couldn't even remember her original form, though she knew it was
locked away within the memory of her nanobots.  Occasionally, she had
been changed back for various reasons.  The sensation of changing
always left her horny, though Mary had never figured out if it was part
of the programming or just a reaction to the stimulation.

The transformations were rather enjoyable, but the personality shifts
were more disconcerting.  Mary felt her mind warp as her body had.  A
new sense of being filling her.  As always, when in the service of a
guest her personality was geared towards meeting their desires.  It was
always different, everyone wanted something unique, though some were
more explicit in their desires than others.  Mary had no control over
these shifts of mental being though the thought that who she was could
be changed so easily always disturbed her in retrospect.  She didn't
even know who she was anymore, having simply became that which was
wanted.  Though every morning she conducted the same watch of the
rising sun, Mary didn't know just who was watching the golden fireball
escape the waves.

Through her new sense of being, Mary looked over her guest and purred.
He looked delectable, and she quickly wrapped herself around him.  He
was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks, and Mary made sure to rub
the tips of her perky breasts across his naked arms and back.  She
wrapped one arm around his shoulder and looked into his eyes.  "What
does my bad boy want me to call him?"

"Master will be fine." He smiled back.

"Okay, Master, how about I get you ready for a some loving?" Mary
purred, running her delicate fingers over his chest.  Mary felt herself
heating up, preparing to be fucked silly.  For the moment this man was
everything she found desirable and she was driven to serve him.

Without warning, the man pulled around and kissed her on the lips.
Mary didn't hesitate in meeting his lips, allowing herself to melt into
him as he wrapped his arms around her.  Her lithe form wriggled against
his as their tongues danced intimately between their lips.  Mary let
her hands roam over his back as he sent his hands over her.  She purred
again as he cupped her ass and molded her flesh while still kissing
her.  Mary could feel his erection against her thigh as they clung
together, her pussy already steaming in anticipation of its plunge.

The man broke the kiss gently and bent down, guiding Mary onto her
back.  He kneeled above her as she rested atop the sand, taking in the
beauty of her form.  He gently caressed one of her perky breasts,
bringing a gasp of appreciation from Mary's lips.

"Like them, Master, are they just like you wanted?" Mary asked while
pressing her bust into his hands.  Mary had gotten used to mid session
changes, sometimes almost prodding her guest on.  The sensations of
change only heightened her pleasure, and giving a guest what they
desired was her driving force as well.

"They're delicious, perfect." The man replied, still gently kneading
the soft mounds.

"Then why don't you come down and suck on them, Master?  I'd just love
having your lips wrapped around my nipples." Mary coaxed.  She didn't
have to wait long for an answer, the man almost instantly leaned down
and suckled on her teat.  The feeling of his wet lips and darting
tongue over her sensitive nip drove groan after groan from Mary's lips.
Her breasts were very sensitive this time, and she reveled in it.  Her
body's responses changed with each new form, a kind of randomness
designed to keep each experience unique.

"Oh, Master." Mary moaned as he slipped a hand between her legs and ran
a finger between her engorged outer lips.  He took special care to dip
a finger deeply into her slick wet inner folds, and Mary couldn't stop
from bucking her hips up to meet the probe.  "Oh, god, Master, I'm
ready for you.  My pussy is all hot and aching just for your big cock
to fill it up."

"Okay, slut, I want a really tight pussy, let me know when its ready."
The man commanded, having taken his lips away from her breast just long
enough to make the request.

Mary cried out with pleasure as her pussy shifted as desired.  She
could feel it clamping down on his finger, tighter and tighter as her
flesh became just what he wanted.  The feeling of her inner chamber
shifting was exquisite, almost as good as being fucked, and more than
an adequate preparation for such use.  After a few moments of this
wondrous sensation Mary knew she was ready.  "My pussy's ready for you,
Master, all tight and hot just the way you like it."

The man didn't waste any time dropping his shorts and falling between
Mary's legs.  Mary looked on with anticipation at the hardened shaft
descending towards her gates.  She felt her pussy quiver in
anticipation with being filled again, and with such a wonderful shaft.
Mary couldn't help but purr as she felt him press the head of his shaft
against her outer lips.  She bucked her hips slightly to kiss his
shaft, helping to part the way into her depths.

Then with one long thrust, he was inside her.  Mary's eyes flew back at
the flood of sensation from the plunging shaft, her mouth gaping open
in awe for a moment.  She stayed like that for only a moment before
wiggling her hips against her lover and look up into his eyes.

"Am I tight enough for you, Master?" Mary giggled as she brought a
groan from his lips with a squeeze of her pussy.

The man didn't answer, he descended upon Mary, kissing her passionately
as he began to fuck her.  Mary kissed him back, and humped back against
the plunging shaft with all her strength.  Her tight interior was a
furnace by now, stoked with every thrust.  It was the most natural
movement in creation, man in woman, and Mary took full pleasure in the
act.

They fucked like that on the beach for a long time.  Mary was an expert
in technique and her guest was certainly practiced as well.  As they
both neared exhaustion, Mary felt her guest spur one last furious fuck
out of her well used pussy.  She bucked back just as furiously, and
finally she felt his release.  He impaled himself in her and held
there, squirting into her.  Mary laid back and enjoy the feeling,
milking his spurting shaft with her inner walls while she moaned in her
own release.

Mary and her guest rested, still entwined for a few hours, and then he
departed without a word.  Mary rested for a few minutes more, waiting
as her nanobots repaired any minor damage and cleaned her pussy for
later use.  As she rested, Mary considered her life again.  So much of
herself was lost now, she didn't remember anything much beyond her
name.  What she could remember was being a perfect fuck toy here at the
resort.

It was a rather large resort too, occupying the entire island and
catering to only the most elite of clientele.  Mary had recognized and
serviced many famous people here through her stay.  Her existence
consisted almost entirely of moving from guest to guest, becoming the
woman they requested.  Mary knew her body swam with little micro
machines, enabling her transformations of mind and body.  It was at
times like this that Mary especially reflected on this state, on her
life as a perfectly programmable sex slave.  Part of her was disturbed,
but the nanobots responsible for her mental state swept away any edge
to that feeling, leaving it a hollow shell with no real power.

A special tingle in her head alerted Mary that she was being requested
in the central lobby of the resort.  She quickly rose and brushed
herself off, then bounced off to see what was needed of her now.

The central building wasn't very large, most of the resort was spread
across the island in little huts that afforded the guests a measure of
privacy when needed.  The central lobby was generally only used for
special events, displays or mixers for the less exclusive guests.

Mary walked in the side door, near the main platform and looked over a
large crowd gathered there.  She wondered idly what was going on while
she looked for a controller.

"There she is, ladies and gentlemen.  Our latest model, the C7
conversion.  She's been under testing for the last few months while our
guests and we explored her every feature.  Mary, please come up here."
Thorne reported from a podium atop the platform.  "As you can see,
she's very lovely.  Her internal database is complete with hundreds of
base features that can be combined to create any effect desired with a
random flare built in to keep her every transformation unique.  She can
also receive personality configurations that are limited only by the
laws of physics and your imagination.  And as a special bonus we even
have a copy of her base form and identity for a bit of authentic flare.
Please revert to base for us Mary."

Mary giggled as she felt her body shift again.  This time her breasts
grew a bit, though remained firm and perky.  Her nipples tightened up a
bit and turned pink as her skin washed over as a light cream color.
Her features took on a more soft european air as thick auburn hair
coursed over her shoulders.  Her body filled out a bit more, leaving
her nicely rounded but not fat.

The mental shift followed a moment later and Mary suddenly became aware
of herself again.  She didn't know what was going on, but the slight
chill over her flesh alerted her to the fact that she was completely
naked.  Mary squealed in embarrassment and quickly covered her self as
best she could.  She didn't know how she came to be here, standing
naked in front of a crowd of gawking people and she certainly didn't
like it.

"With a full reversion, Mary becomes the same girl who woke up in our
labs six months ago, with no memory of her conversion and none of the
obvious personality modifications.  She will still respond to commands,
but they will only be followed if proceeded by the phrase 'Master says'
that way her base state can be enjoyed without accidental
modification." Thorne continued.

"Oh, God, what's going on?" Mary cried out.

"We're just giving a demonstration of your features, Mary.  These fine
people are very interested in the details of the C7 conversion process,
and you're our latest display model." Thorne baited his young subject.

"What are you talking about?" Mary whined, her hands still squirming
over her naked flesh, trying vainly to cover her ample and lovely form.
She was scared, and humiliated.  The leering eyes from the crowd burned
into her flesh and Thorne's strange comments left Mary very worried.

"Now, with the C7 conversion you can selectively modify personality and
memory, both adding and removing any information you choose.  The
subject can also be allowed to remember the change or integrate it
fully into her personality." Thorne turned to Mary.  "Master says that
you will be unable to remember your name is Mary, but you will remember
that you have a name.  Also Master says that you will not try to hide
your body, rather you will show off your assets to the crowd, but not
know why you are doing this.  Finally, Master says that you will forget
receiving this direct command.  Okay, Mary?"
Mary shuddered for a moment, thinking that Thorne had said something
but not remembered what it was.  Before she could reply, her hands fell
away from her body and she felt herself taking up a very revealing
pose.  She pressed out her ample breasts and held both her hands under
her breasts, palms up, as if directing the entire crowd to take in her
jiggling mounds.

"What's happening to me?" Mary bellowed as she jiggled her tits for the
crowd, blushing deep red all the way to the top of her nipples.  She
didn't understand why she was doing this, but couldn't stop posing like
some porn queen actress auditioning for a new part.

"You're just showing your lovely form off for our guests.  Now, would
you be so kind as to tell us your name?" Throne prodded, enjoying the
display Mary was putting on.  She was now standing towards him, giving
the audience a profile of her seductive form.  Mary looked up to him in
horror as she posed for a moment, breasts thrust out, and crouching
slightly so she could stick out her ass.

The question hit Mary like a brick, even more so than her uninterrupted
posing.  As she started to kneel down with her back to the audience,
she racked her brain for an answer.  Nothing came to her though, but
her seriously wounded pride demanded that she say something even as she
stuck her ass into the air and spread her legs to give the crowd a fine
view of her nicely trimmed pussy.

"Molly!" Mary squealed as she felt her fingers pull open her lower lips
and display her pink interior.  "No, it's Megan...  Oh, God, I don't
know who I am!  Oh, please stop this!"

While Mary sobbed Thorne looked on at the still posing young woman.
"Alright, Master says, you remember you name and no longer have to show
off your body.  However, Master says you will masturbate every time you
feel embarrassed and get more aroused as you do so until I say
otherwise."

Mary immediately pulled herself off the floor, and her hands flew back
over her privates as she turned back to the crowd.  The only difference
was that this time, her right hand was kneading one of her pillowy tits
and the other snaked between her legs and quickly started working on
her clit.  Her embarrassment magnified as she felt her body responding
to the attention, getting hornier as she openly masturbated.

"That's a good girl.  Now Master says you will remember all of your
product specifications and testing and will answer all my questions
like a professional show girl.  Okay, Mary?" Throne asked.

Mary's eyes bulged as the memories came flooding into her head.  She
could scarcely believe what had happened to her, or what she had done
over the past six months.  So great was her surprise that Mary's hands
fell away from her body, too shocked by her predicament to be
embarrassed.

"Oh, god, no." Mary moaned.

"No time for that now.  Please give the fine ladies and gentlemen in
the audience an over view of the C7 conversion features." Thorne
prompted.

"I'll be happy to, Mr. Thorne." Mary chimed, surprising herself with
her suddenly cheery disposition.  She knew where it was coming from but
it was still disturbing to be acting without conscious will.  "I'm
Mary, prototype model one of the C7 conversion process.  What you see
now is my base form, the lovely woman I was before receiving my first
treatment at the processing center."  Mary did a quick, seductive twirl
to show off her naked body.  "I'm sure you're all thinking that I'm a
beautiful young woman, and you're right.  Before processing, I had to
beat boys and older men off with a stick."  Mary cupped her breasts and
held them out to the crowd.  "I mean, who could resist a body like
this?  Still before processing, only a limited number of men had access
to this beauty.  C7 processing allowed me to change that and to exceed
even this level of physical perfection to provide something totally
unique in autonomous love toys."

"With the simplest voice command from my Master, I can become the exact
partner desired for any encounter.  My body can be reshaped to almost
infinite dimensions.  If you don't like my bust size, say these tits
are too small."  Mary thrust out her chest again.  "With a quick
command, they can grow three cup sizes."  Mary gasped slightly as she
felt her breasts expand from their already ample size to porn star
proportions in only moments.  "Now, isn't that better?"  Mary jiggled
her breasts to a round of applause.

"Minor cosmetic changes aren't all that C7 processing offers.  Not only
can you change my basic dimensions, you can change any other feature
instantly.  Say you're interested in a little asian cutie for a night."
Mary stood up and let a whole body shift roll over her.  Her chest
contracted, as did her general form until a teen aged asian girl with
perfectly round little breasts and the most innocent doe eyes stared
out at the crowd.  "With no more than that I'm ready to fuck long
time." Mary smiled and wiggled her hips playfully for the crowd.

"I can also take on more exotic forms for the more adventurous.  Say a
sexy fox girl." Mary felt her ears pull up along her head and her skin
tickle.  She looked down and saw entire body covered in a light red
fur, save her belly and chest, which were covered in a dusty gray.  She
did a quick turn for the audience and then with her profile to them she
stuck her ass out and wagged a big fluffy foxtail back and forth.
"Even complete with a real tail.  Any one want to go for a little fox
hunt?"  Mary taunted with a wiggle of her ass, much to the approval of
the audience.

"In addition to the physical configuring, C7 processing allows
unprecedented controls over mental configuration.  With the latest in
adaptive artificial intelligence and mental conditioning, I can take a
simple directive and translate it into a meaningful mental
configuration.  Over time, the adaptive intelligence in my nanobots
will even compensate for unclear commands, based on the past desires of
my Master.  Not only can my personality be shaped but my memories can
be programmed as well.  Say you're interested in conquering an innocent
schoolgirl for the evening.  With a simple adjustment, I can not only
look like a sexy teen, I can be left with the memories of an innocent
schoolgirl and the personality to match.  To aid in this process, my
nanobots retain massive quantities of fake memories that can be quickly
and easily selected either explicitly by my master or by my nanobots to
create a new persona.  This allows my Master the freedom to be vague
and let my nanobots program me in accordance with past commands."

"Finally, I'm sure the most popular feature is my advanced sexuality
programming.  Thanks to the vast memory capacity of my nanobots, I can
be quickly adapted to serve in any sexual capacity with exquisite
skill.  In addition to my personal skills, I can also be used to train
unaltered human slaves to serve my Master.  I am programmed with many
different training techniques and can easily serve in this capacity
with raw determination that can be hard to find in other trainers."

"In short, C7 processing turned me into a perfect love toy, ready and
able to service any desire my Master wishes to indulge in.  I look
forward to serving you in the future, and am proud to be the vanguard
of a new line of autonomous love toys from Thorne Industries" Mary
finished.  She took position, standing attentively on the stage,
waiting for her next command.  Mary was still in her fox girl
configuration and as Thorne continued on with his presentation, Mary
took a moment to examine herself.  She had changed back to pretty much
her base form except for the soft fur, pointed ears and fluffy tail.
Mary ran her hands down her sides and couldn't suppress a slight growl
of pleasure escaping her lips as she luxuriated in the feel of her
current form.  She stood there and rubbed her soft fur for a while,
just letting her tail flutter behind her as the speech continued.

After her initial exploration of her body, Mary let herself consider
the fate that awaited her.  She was some kind of sex toy, made to
behave on command.  From her earlier performance, Mary had little doubt
that she wouldn't have a choice, as she hadn't for months.  She
realized that this was the first time she could really remember
anything and she shuddered at the things she had done.  Still, Mary
felt these memories being integrated into her being, including the
unthinking obedience she had shown through her testing.  She sifted
through the memories of countless encounters, an endless stream of male
wet dreams being satisfied, to her initial programming.

This was all that was left for her, a life of passionate servitude.
She remembered that Thorne had once commented about keeping prototypes,
and Mary wondered what that would be like.  Being sold off to some rich
pervert would leave likely mean any remnants of her old self would be
washed away.  Thorne had allowed her to retain part of herself through
some of testing.  Mary knew there wasn't any choice, she would do
whatever Thorne told her to do.  She only hoped that part of her would
have a chance to survive as something other than the raw material for a
sex toy.

While Thorne wound down his introductory speech, he summoned up a dozen
naked woman.  Everyone was exquisitely beautiful and all beaming.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here are the first production units of the C7
process.  For the rest of the evening, they will be free for your
enjoyment in the main room.  Tomorrow, we will start the bidding for
these first units and take orders for our next batch." Thorne boomed.
Then he waved Mary over to the podium.

"Now for my final official act of the evening, I want to thank Mr.
Ridge for the fox girl suggestion, and award him a night with this
lovely little lady, compliments of the house.  Now everyone, enjoy the
party!" Thorne threw up his hands to the cheering crowd.

Mary felt her inner processes shifting again, in accordance with
Thorne's announcement.  With lightning speed, Mary found her partner
for the evening, and began rewiring herself to be his slave.  She
growled with arousal and hoped he'd take at least one romp with her in
her current form, she always liked fucking with fur on.

"Now, go on girl, Mr. Ridge is waiting for a piece of tail." Thorne
slapped his little fox on the behind and sent her off to a night of
pleasure.

Mary bounced across the room to her master.  For now her fate was left
hanging in the wind, unimportant compared to the night to come.  Deep
down, Mary realized this was her reality from now on.  It didn't matter
what happened to her, she was already past that point.  Now all that
remained was pleasure, service, and convincing Ridge to let her keep
her fur coat.

The End

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