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My New Position Part 3 ( mc, nc, mf, tf, tg )
Farleven ( farleven@yahoo.com )
October 2002
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The shower was wonderful. The feeling of water running over my
sensitive new anatomy was luxurious and I had the time to enjoy it fully
now, unlike this morning. I just let the water roll over me and helped
myself to more than a couple wonderful feminine orgasms in the process.
The day had been great, I couldn't believe just how much fun being the
star of a gangbang could be. I savored the memory of all those cocks
and the couple of pussies I got to play with. My pussy tingled at the
memory of each big cock it had served. I was actually surprised by just
how many big cocks my staff had, I never would have guessed it before,
but I'd enjoyed my introduction to the fact.
After I finally finished my shower, I decided I had to get ready to
entertain Weston for the evening. I felt myself get warmed up just at
the thought. Sure I'd been fucked wonderfully today, but not one of
those guys measured up to Weston. Sure, I knew that was only because I
was programmed to feel this way, but that didn't change the fact that I
couldn't wait to have him fuck my tight little pussy again.
I strolled over to the closet that Weston had set aside for me. I knew
this because of the little sign over the door with my name on it. I
opened it up and couldn't help but giggle at the contents. It was a
walk in closet that was just huge and I saw at least four rows of
clothes and accessories. I quickly walked down the rows and my mind
whirled at the possibilities. Weston had filled my closet with every
kind of costume I could imagine. There were costumes for nurses,
cheerleaders, and soldiers. There were serving wench dresses and French
maids uniforms. A whole row was filled just with different kinds of
sexy lingerie and swim suits. I couldn't believe the selection, and it
was all for me! I was nearly overwhelmed. It would take me months,
maybe even years to go through all of these costumes for Weston and I
could hardly wait!
It took forever to decide just what to wear for my first night as
Weston's plaything. Sure, he'd claimed me last night, but I hadn't
gotten used to the fact that I was his yet. I still knew that what I
was doing was wrong, that Weston had completely fucked with my head, but
all I really cared about know was that he fucked with my hot little
pussy. I strolled naked through that closet at least for an hour before
I finally decided what I had to do. I quickly pulled out the costume
and raced back to the bathroom so I could finish preparing. I'd be
ready for him tonight and show him just the kind of girl I was going to
be.
***
I lay on his bed nervously as I looked down at my chest through my
translucent top. I reached up, cupped my boobies, and jiggled them a
bit, giggling as I heard my nipple bells chime. My nipples were still a
little sore from the piercing, but I loved how they looked with the
little gold rings running through them and I just couldn't resist
putting the bells on. They just were so perfect for this costume. I
had decided to go for the whole harem girl ensemble. I even cinched my
long hair back into a curvy ponytail. I knew Weston would love it,
except for the piercing. I didn't know if he'd like that, although he'd
left the materials in a drawer for me. They were his boobies after all,
as much as I was his girl, and I hoped I hadn't gone over the line in
piercing my cute little nipples without his permission. Still, I hoped
that my having done so would please him as well, a sign of just how good
a girl I could be for him.
It was hard waiting for him. Until now, almost every instant of time
I'd spent in my new body had been with men around, and now I was all
alone. While I was getting ready for the evening, I'd been able to
distract myself, but now all I could do was wait. Of course my thoughts
turned to Weston and his wonderful cock and it wasn't long before I
could feel myself leaking with anticipation. It wasn't long before my
fingers were playing my little body again and I just rolled around on
the bed keeping myself nice and wet for Weston.
I waited as patiently as I could and as soon as I heard the door opening
to the room I raced over to the little platform he had on one side of
the room. I jumped up on it and quickly made sure my costume was in
place and I started doing my best impression of a harem girl's dance.
No sooner had I started then I realized just how perfectly I was
performing. I giggled at that and jiggled my boobs just enough to ring
my little bells just as I saw Weston come in the door.
"Hello, Master!" I giggled as I swayed seductively to an invisible
rhythm. I had to admit it was fun presenting myself like this, even
down to calling Weston master. I mean what else would a good little
harem girl call her owner?
Weston just stood there and watched. I think he was torn between shock
and lust. I did my best to tilt him in favor of lust. Dancing like
this and seeing Weston's manly form had me really horny all over again.
I could feel myself leaking as I swayed and jiggled with my dance. With
every move I made sure to keep my eyes locked on his as I gave him my
most seductive smile.
We stayed like that for a bit longer, then he strolled up to me as I
continued my dance. I slowly moved to the edge of the platform with my
rhythm until my perky breasts were bouncing right before his eyes. With
that, he reached up, grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me off the
platform to the ground beside him. I squealed with delight at having
his strong hands holding me. It was still strange to me that I could be
such a small thing to be handled so easily by a man. Yet as soon as I
touched the floor I pulled myself to him and pressed my needy body
against his as we kissed deeply.
"So why the sweet harem girl, Bambi?" Weston asked as he let his hands
roam free over my thinly covered flesh. I giggled and squealed as he
rolled them across my sensitive flesh and played with my bountiful
charms.
"Don't you like it?" I giggled, bouncing my chest just enough to send
chimes through the air again. I didn't really understand myself why I'd
decided to dress up like this, but right now I wanted him so much that I
didn't care either.
"Oh, I certainly do my little, Bambi. Now why don't you prepare your
Sultan for his entertainment?" Weston asked and I gratefully obliged
him. I quickly undressed him, pulling every bit of cloth off with
tender care and appreciating every length of flesh I revealed.
"Oh, you are such a handsome man." I cooed as I ran my hands over his
muscular arms, savoring the masculine bulges. I could barely wait to
have him fully undressed before me, so I could give him the pleasure he
so richly deserved. My own body was on fire just being this close to
him, and I could feel my tight little pussy drip with anticipation.
"I just love you chest, honey, so manly and firm, and you have just
great abs," I continued as I slipped off his shirt and let my hands roll
over his sculpted body. For just a moment I felt a quiver of
strangeness at my words, like I shouldn't be saying such things, but I
couldn't understand why. My thoughts quickly turned back to the task at
hand and I finished undressing Weston.
I kneeled before him as I reached for his last garment, the one covering
his god-like shaft. I wrapped my fingers around the waistband and
pulled his boxers down to his feet as I savored the sight before me.
His pillar of manhood hovered before me, released from its prison, and
now hard and thick waiting to be worshiped. I just gazed at its beauty,
letting myself take in its every bump and vein from the base to its
magnificent head. I still could scarcely believe I could fit such an
amazing shaft inside my tight passage, or that such a creature as me
would be given such an honor.
"Oh, my lord, how should I please you?" I asked, looking up reverently
to the keeper of this sacred shaft, the master of my flesh.
Weston laughed, a hideously amazing laugh, I just held myself on my
knees captivated by the way his chest heaved with every bellow of
laughter. Then before I could react, he bent down, grabbed me, and with
a speed beyond my senses I found myself tossed onto the bed. I fell on
my back, and no sooner had I found my place on the sheets than I looked
up to see Weston pull himself onto the bed and start to crawl towards
me.
"Oh, yes, master, claim me, I am yours!" I cried, spreading my legs for
him. My pussy was screaming for his touch now, and I could see my
juices staining the sheer material between my legs. I was ready for
him, and I watched as he pulled himself over me, his shaft swinging
hungrily below him.
Weston laughed again as he stopped just over my spread thighs. He
smiled for a moment and reached down, grabbing the material of my pants
at the waist. With one swift motion, I felt the material being torn
from my body and I squealed in delight as he bounded atop me. I spread
my legs as far as I could, presenting myself for him, and he claimed me.
No sooner had he came to rest above me then I felt the tip of his shaft
against my entrance. Without a pause I felt him thrust into me, filling
my tight folds to the brim in one swift motion.
"Oh, Master!" I cried, awash in the wondrous pleasure of having my pussy
filled with his glory. I couldn't help but caress the shaft as it
rested inside my depths, honoring my flesh.
"You are mine, Bambi, my little slut. Nothing but a whore for my
pleasure." Weston laughed as he started pumping inside me. I instantly
started to hump him back, fucking him in the way he deserved.
"Oh, yes, Master, use me, fuck me, let me be your perfect plaything!" I
cried as he claimed my flesh. It was overwhelming, my mind dissolved
into one simple thought, to pleasure him. My body was his to use, and I
was absorbed by every moment of his use.
The rest of the night fell into a blur of near constant fucking. I was
insatiable, as was he and our bodies danced intimately together as we
enjoyed our flesh. The details fell away, and all I was left with was a
near constant pleasure driving me on until I had nothing left to give.
***
I woke up to the feeling of something pressing between my legs. I found
myself spreading them instinctively and then moaning loudly as I felt a
cock sinking into me. It felt wonderful as it split me open and finally
came to rest deeply inside me. I shuddered slightly as I realized that
all of this was not a dream, and couldn't help but squeeze down on the
brazen morning invader that had so pleasantly roused me from my sleep.
"Good morning my dear little Bambi." Weston cooed in my ear as his shaft
twitched inside me. He reached up, cupped one of my breasts, and
jiggled it a little, sending a small chiming sound into the air.
"Bastard." I muttered as I squirmed myself on his shaft in the way I
knew he loved. I was his little slut after all.
"What, sweetie?" Weston asked as he started to thrust into me until I
started making little squeaky noises. I couldn't help it, when he used
me like this he got me all excited and I couldn't help but make those
cute little sounds.
"I said you were a bastard, Weston honey." I cooed as sweetly as I could
with my school girl voice. I did my best little pussy squirm on him to
show that there were no hard feelings. I was glad that he had designed
my body so that I wouldn't stretch out much no matter how thoroughly
fucked I was. Since my little pussy was as tight as the first time I'd
been fucked I could still enjoy the feeling of every bump and vein of
Weston's cock as it rested inside me.
"Oh, why is that?" Weston asked as he worked me into a squeak toy again.
I did my best to fuck him back as he did. I'd gotten to be very adept
at pleasuring him over the last couple of days and was beginning to know
just how to use my sexy little body for best effect.
"Well, you made me into your little slut after all. I was a man and now
I'm just your devoted little whore who loves having your huge cock in
her tight little cunt. Only a bastard could rob another man of his dick
and make him into a willing slut." I cooed as I gave him another
intimate massage with my pussy. I was amazed at the control I had over
it, and glad too. I couldn't very well serve him if I couldn't use my
pussy right.
"How am I doing? Am I using my pussy right today?" I asked as I
caressed him with my tender passage. I really hoped so. Sure there
wasn't any doubt that he'd enjoyed every moment of our previous
encounters, but I didn't want him to get tired of me.
"Oh, yes, Bambi, that's wonderful." Weston replied. "Your enjoying your
new self, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah." I chimed and gave his shaft a little squeeze to prove it.
"But I can't help it, can I?"
Weston laughed at that and started to fuck me again. It wasn't long
before his pounding brought out another round of squeaking from me.
This time he didn't stop though, and I just felt myself getting more and
more worked up. I did my best to fuck him back, to give him the most
pleasure I could in our current position. It wasn't very easy, but I
could sense that he was working towards his pinnacle just as I was.
I twisted around as best as I could and found his lips with mine as he
continued to pound into my flesh. We kissed tenderly for that moment,
again locked together as man and woman. Our tongues traded blows as his
shaft pulsed inside me. It was amazing, wondrous, in some way better
than all the times that had came before. Then finally I felt him reach
his limit, and braced for my own. My flesh was linked to his, I knew
that now, and when he came so would I. I caressed him in that perfect
final way, and felt his groan of final release pass over my lips as he
seed raced into my depths. I quivered and shook with the pleasure, my
flesh racing with ecstasy as his completed his use of me.
We rested together for a moment before he pulled away, and I was treated
to the feeling of his shaft moving inside me for a moment before it
escaped my hold. I shuddered a bit at the loss, though still savoring
the warmth spreading inside me.
"Another busy day for me, my dear, let's get showered and then I'll have
to be going." Weston stated as he pulled his sculpted form from the bed.
I regretted that we wouldn't have time for more fun, aside from the
shower that is. Still, he had his business to attend to, and I wondered
if I'd get the chance to have a bit of fun like I had yesterday.
"Can I come with you again?" I asked with my best pouty voice. Somehow
behaving like a sweet little girl was just natural for me now. I pulled
myself up to him, looked up with my doe like eyes, and gave him my best
puppy dog look. How could he resist?
"So you enjoyed our little demonstration yesterday?" Weston asked as he
pulled away from me and trotted off to the bathroom. I followed just a
step behind him, looking forward to what was about to come next. I
could hardly believe I was about to run my hands all over his muscular
figure again, and I knew I was getting all excited again at the though.
"It was great. I always loved gang bangs, and being the star of the
show was just amazing." I answered dreamily as I remembered being
embraced by a sea of masculinity. Then I pulled myself up to Weston and
pressed my naked flesh against his side. "Though it wasn't as good as
you were last night."
"Why thank you, dear." Weston replied, giving one of my boobs a nice
squeeze. I giggled at that, amazed that it could be so much fun to be
someone's sex toy. He then stepped into the shower and I went to work.
I started the shower and went to lathering him up.
"You have a wonderful body you know." I cooed as I soaped up Weston's
body. "I just love running my hands over all your hard muscles.
Especially this one." I giggled as I soaped up his cock. He was already
nice and hard again and I couldn't help but take my time with him. I
was still amazed at how sexy my delicate little fingers looked wrapped
around his shaft. "This was all part of my programming wasn't it?"
"Yes, Bambi, how else could you perform your duties?" Weston asked as I
soaped up his chest.
"I know, it's still a little weird getting horny around men though. I
love it, but a part of me still knows it's wrong." I giggled again as my
hands slipped down to caress his shaft again. "Am I supposed to be this
rational about it all, honey?"
"Does it matter?" Weston asked while I rinsed him off.
"I guess not." I replied. "Would you mind cleaning me out?" I asked as
I turned around and bent over, presenting my pussy for him. I'd left
his cock soaped up nicely just for this.
"Not at all." Weston replied and proceeded to grab onto my hips and
impale me on his shaft with one wonderfully confident thrust. I just
swooned with how confident he was with my body.
"Mmm." I moaned as he seated himself inside me. I gave him a welcoming
squeeze and savored the twitch of his shaft in response. "You can't
believe how good that feels, you big stud."
Weston just laughed at that and started pounding into me. I braced
myself in the shower and just rode his cock like the little trollop I
was. It wasn't long before he had me squeaking with pleasure again as
he plowed his thick shaft into me with perfect thrusts. I could feel
that he was getting close himself, and I did my best to draw him out.
We both cried out in unison as our bodies lunged to our pinnacle. I
felt his seed flow into my depths as I milked his shaft and we both
stood there quivering in our mutual release.
"Thanks, that was perfect." I cooed as he slipped out of me. I still
felt that twinge of emptiness as his shaft pulled out, but I knew it
wouldn't be long before I'd get to pleasure another cock.
"And you as well. Now I think it's time for your shower." Weston
replied, and before I could stop him, he was lathering me up from top to
bottom.
"Hey, that tickles." I giggled as he soaped up my darling little rump.
I did my best to let him roam freely, although his hands felt wonderful
rolling across my naked flesh. I giggled more as he spent plenty of
time making sure my pussy and boobies were both well cleaned. He didn't
really go slowly though, and it was all to soon that he was washing the
last of the soap from my body. It was time to start the day, and with
that we toweled off and set out to get dressed.
"Today I think you can just wear your panties. I think the men can use
a little moral boost after all the hard work they've done, don't you?"
Weston commented as he started to pull on his traditional casual suit.
"Okay. Can I keep the bells then?" I giggled, jiggling my chest just
enough so my nipple bells chimed. I couldn't believe I didn't really
mind, but then I knew my tits were just the most beautiful little melons
in this facility and it couldn't hurt anything to show them off. As I
awaited Weston's answer I reach out and picked up a pair of frilling
pink panties and pulled them on. They molded against my mound
perfectly, showing off my feminine lips in silhouette.
"Of course, Bambi." Weston laughed as he watched me bouncing around and
ringing my little bells. I couldn't help myself I just felt so cute
behaving like this, and I knew Weston liked it.
"Oh thank you!" I giggle again and gave him a nice big wet kiss.
Weston pulled away and smiled at me. "Alright, we have to be going.
Now you have to behave yourself or I won't be able to take you out like
this in the future, okay?"
"Okay," I sighed. I would be the best little girl I could, he could
count on that.
Weston strolled off then and I followed right behind him. I marveled at
just how comfortable I was like this, walking around in just a pair of
frilly panties. I didn't feel exposed at all, rather I felt like this
was just the perfect way to go strutting around the facility. The
appreciative stares my body received helped perk me up too, reinforcing
my pride in my sexy little body.
"Okay this is our first stop. I want to get you checked out quick. The
procedure you went through is very experimental, and I want to see if
there are any adverse reactions." Weston told me as we walked into an
examination room.
"Still enjoying your new toy I see." Dr. Samantha Voss commented dryly
as we entered. I realized she was talking about me and giggled.
"What good is power if you can't enjoy it?" Weston asked as he reached
over and gave my nearest boob a nice squeeze.
"Indeed." Voss rasped. I don't think she was very pleased by my
condition, but I didn't let myself worry about it. She looked over to
me for a moment and then pointed over to an examination chair. "Please
sit down in the chair."
I smiled and skipped over to the chair, enjoying the momentary jiggle
from my chest. I went to get into the chair when I noticed the stirrups
and turned back to the doctor. "Do you want me to take my panties off
too?"
The doctor looked at me and nodded her head. She didn't look very
happy. I just shrugged and quickly pulled my panties off. I made sure
to bend over nicely as I did and gave Weston and the doctor a wonderful
view of my naked little mound. I even wiggled my rear a bit for them
before I pulled myself up and got into the chair. I laid back and
placed my legs into the stirrups. For a moment I felt somewhat exposed,
lying there with my legs spread like that, but I was enjoying the
feeling and hoped that either Weston or the doctor would do a little
exploring of my unprotected flesh.
"Alright, what's your name?" The doctor asked as she walked back up to
me and started pulling some kind of scanner equipment over me.
"Bambi!" I giggled. I wondered what exactly I was being checked out
for. I felt perfectly all right, especially considering everything that
had been done to me in the last few days. Still, I guess I can only be
happy that Weston is so concerned with me that he would make sure I was
all right.
"Really," Voss shot Weston another angry look before turning back to me.
"Alright, Bambi, how are you feeling."
"Just fine, no problems." I chimed.
"So you find being a sex craving slut to be perfectly normal?" She asked
harshly.
"Yeah, I mean I was a guy a few days ago, but I just can't help myself
now. Besides, with a body like this what else could I want?" I giggled
again. I couldn't tell what her problem was, but she was really
beginning to bother me.
The doctor studied her readouts for several quiet minutes after that.
It didn't take me long to get bored and my fingers started roaming. It
wasn't long before I'd found the interesting parts of my anatomy and
started playing with myself casually. I squeezed on my boob and gently
massaged my clit. I decided to try getting myself nice and wet so that
I could try to seduce Weston again.
I was kind of lost in my own world of pleasure when I felt the hand
between my legs being swatted away and something cold and hard being
pressed against my pussy. I barely registered this before I felt it
being pushed deep inside me in one hard thrust.
"Oh, God that's cold!" I squealed as whatever it was came to a rest
inside me. It was like some cold metal dildo had been rammed up inside
me and the sensation was strange and somewhat uncomfortable.
"You'll get it nice and hot in a minute." Voss snapped as she attached
some wires to the thing that was now impaling me. I was about to say
something when I realized she was right, it was already a lot less cold
inside me, and I easily concluded that it would match my internal heat
soon.
"What's this thing for?" I asked, marveling again at the wonderful
sensation of being impaled on something. It was easier to concentrate
on it now that I wasn't in the middle of a love making session. No
naked horny guy to try to enjoy me or for me to try enjoying. Instead I
enjoyed the feeling of having my pussy spread open by this strange
device.
"It's just a probe, now be quiet." The doctor snapped at me again. I
frowned, but went back to pleasuring myself. It was a lot easier now
that I had something nice and hard in me.
"She really is a horny little slut, isn't she?" Voss commented dryly as
I caressed myself shamelessly.
"Yes, just as I asked for. Are there any problems?" Weston asked.
"No, her mental fluctuations are normal now. It appears that her
programming has meshed with her original self. She's stable now, which
is a lot faster transition than we anticipated." Voss replied.
"Good, then we can begin the next round of conversions. Thank you
doctor, consider your position carefully and then we will discuss your
reward. You have done well." Weston said. Although I was plenty busy
working myself up to a nice orgasm I wondered just what they were
talking about. I hadn't really considered that what happened to me
would be done to others. I'd been too busy getting fucked silly to
worry about such things.
"Alright, Bambi, it's time for us to be going. You've checked out as a
perfect little slut and I think you deserve a reward." Weston commanded.
He came up to me, pulled that metal probe out of me, and lifted me up
out of the chair and back down to the ground.
I quickly pulled my panties back on and checked to make sure that the
material rode up perfectly to show off my pussy and then I snuggled up
to Weston and looked up at him. "Oh, goody, what do I get?"
"You'll see." Weston smiled back. I giggled at his devilish look,
knowing that I was going to get a good fucking and probably a lot more.
He headed out of the room and I followed longingly, not even trying to
hold back my anticipation for my reward.
"Put this on, Bambi." Weston smiled as he pulled a costume off of one of
the office coat racks. We were at one of the large display halls
normally used for showing off the facilities latest creations. I
shuddered for a moment as I realized that Weston was about to do just
that.
"Oh, my." I cooed as I looked at the dress he was holding. I quickly
slipped my panties off, knowing that I wouldn't need them. I pulled the
costume from him and pulled it on. It fit me perfectly and I looked
into the mirror to see the image of a lewdly dressed French maid smiling
back. The outfit was just perfectly cute, a satiny black frilly maids
outfit with the customary plunging neck line. The skirt was wonderfully
short, and I had only to bend a bit and my naked little pussy would be
visible. I looked just like the perfect cleaning slut.
"Now it's time to do some spring cleaning, dear." Weston laughed and
pushed open the doors to the hall. Before me was another group of
facility staff, mostly male, and all completely naked. I couldn't wait
to get to work.
***
It was a couple of days later that Weston took me on a tour of his
conversion room. I hadn't been to keen on the idea when he suggested
it, but he told me I really should see his latest work so I could
understand how much my own conversion had taught them. In truth, I
didn't even want to think about my own transformation any more, I was a
horny little slut now and so long as Weston kept using my sexy little
body I didn't care about anything else. To even think that I had a life
before now, especially as a man, was only a distraction to my new joyous
life.
"Isn't it marvelous?" Weston boomed as we looked out from a small
balcony over a converted show room. It had been another of our halls
designed to show off our latest technological advances. Now it was
filled with rows of conversion matrixes, each one filled with a human
form in transition. Some were already fully female, while most were
still clearly male, at least for now.
"How long does it take?" I asked momentarily interested in the process
that had made the new me. I surveyed the room, and was surprised to see
many of the eyes open, and twitching on the subjects.
"The physical conversion takes about three days, the mental programming
can take longer depending on the program. Yours for instance took about
two weeks." Weston explained.
"Why so long?" I asked.
"Partly we weren't sure just how effective the process would be and
partly because I wanted to be sure you would be perfectly crafted for
your new existence." Weston grinned and fondled one of my bare breasts.
"Oh, thanks, Weston." I giggled and reached up and helped him squeeze
me. "I'm so happy you took the time to make me your perfect toy."
Weston laughed at that. "Alright, then shall we see the process up
close then?"
I nodded with a big smile and skipped along happily after him as we went
down to the main floor. Weston led me down the rows, pointing out who
the new girls had been as we walked by. Not all of them were complete,
some had only just begun the process, but they would all be girls when
they left. Most of them had been loyal underlings of mine, the kind of
people who would never have gone along with Weston's plans. Of course,
now they were set to enjoy something of the same fate as I did.
The disturbing thing was that they were all awake, their voices were
muted by sound barriers but all were crying out for help. I couldn't do
anything for them, but I still felt a twinge of guilt. I held back the
feeling though, by thinking of how much better they would feel once it
was all over.
"There is one subject I want you to see, Bambi, before we go. Her
physical transformation is complete now and we are beginning to program
her." Weston motioned me over to the last transformation matrix in the
room. I looked in at a ravishingly beautiful young woman. She was
strapped to the device just like all the others, and she looked up with
burning anger in her eyes as we approached.
She was an Asian goddess, with emerald green eyes and waist length raven
hair. Her body was lusciously curved and accented by two wonderfully
round and perky breasts. It wasn't hard to notice that she'd been given
a few extraordinary features as well. Both of her breasts were tipped
with large pointed nipples that stood out lewdly from the top of each
mammary. Her hairless pussy wasn't the delicate feminine mound that
mine was either, it was a horny red pair of lips topped by a monstrous
clit that just screamed for attention.
"Oh, god damn you bastard! I'm going to rip off you head as soon as I
get free from here!" The girl screeched as soon as we walked up beside
her. She thrashed against bonds, but did little other than give her
ample chest a comfortable jiggle.
"No, you'll be too busy in the guard house to bother me I think." Weston
replied. He reached down, grabbed onto one of the girl's breasts, and
started to play with a nipple.
"Oh, God!" The girl moaned, an instant sound of complete sexual
surrender bellowing form her
lips. Slowly she regained control. "Oh, please stop! Don't do this to
me!"
"You betrayed me, Roger, and I do not suffer traitors lightly." Weston
stated coldly. He ran he hand down between her spread legs and started
to fondle her mound.
"Oh, please, please stop!" She whined as her hips ground back against
his touch. "I don't want to be a girl!"
"Really, are you sure that's what you're thinking right now?" Weston
asked. I could smell the musk of female arousal in the room, and it
wasn't just mine. The girl's nipples were both rock hard and I could
see that Weston's fingers were covered in her juices. I knew I was easy
to get going but this was amazing.
"So empty." She cried. "Oh, god, I feel so empty!"
"And?" Weston prompted, fingering her clit wildly. The poor girl didn't
stand a chance.
"No, I don't want to be a whore, please, Weston, don't leave me like
this!" She begged, her hips locking in time against the motion of his
fingers.
Weston just stood there and waited, letting his fingers play the girl as
I watched. I realized finally just who this was, or had been. Roger
Langley, one of my top agents, a man who's job it was to spy on the
other scientists in the facility and report back on disturbing behavior.
Obviously he hadn't done his job right, since I never got a report on
Weston, but he hadn't done well by Weston either. There was something
about Weston's treatment of her that suggested that her life would not
be as well adjusted as mine was.
"Fuck me! Oh, please, I need it, please." She begged anew. This was
different though, she was still desperate, humiliated, but now the
purest lust was shining through her words as well.
"No, not today, but I will be your first Roger, just remember that as
your mind is filled with the full knowledge of how to use your body to
please a man. You're going to be an insatiable slut, my dear Roger, no
matter how much you try to resist." Weston smiled, a pure darkness
encompassed him though as he pulled his hands away from the girl's
writhing flesh.
"No, please, come back! Please Weston, I'm so horny!" She cried as we
walked away. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, not being able to
enjoy a good fuck when she was in such desperate need.
"Unlike you, dear Bambi, she will never forget who and what she was.
Her body will rule her though, it's been designed for sex, perfectly
attractive and always in heat. She won't be able to stop herself, no
matter how degrading the act, and all the while she will still be Roger
with all his beliefs and preferences buried under a whore." Weston
explained as we walked away. I shuddered at the shear sadism in
Weston's plan. At least I enjoyed my new existence and all it entailed,
but to be forced to judge it by my old self would be a torment worse
than death. For this moment I was scared of him, more than I'd been
since this had began. Nothing was changed, I was still his girl, and I
couldn't leave him, but now there was fear of who he hid beneath the
surface and what he could become. I only hoped in the days ahead that
he would never come to think I deserved such a horrible fate. Still, I
was at his mercy, and so was the rest of humanity.
The End.
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