Carla Thompson sat quietly in the reception area awaiting her meeting with Mr. Thorn. Mr. Thorn was the owner and CEO of Thorn Scientific Research Facility and today was the first day of her Internship. Despite this meeting being nothing more than a formality, she still found herself a tad bit nervous. Carla glanced over at the secretary again and found herself wondering how old she was. The girl still looked like she was in high school although she was exceptionally beautiful. Part of her thought she should be out modeling somewhere instead of being someone's secretary.
As Carla did from time to time, she found herself discreetly comparing herself with the girl. Where Carla possessed long dark hair and a dark Mediterranean complexion, this girl possessed lovely blonde hair and her face was both fare and angelic. The girl looked pure and innocent while she looked downright naughty, but what stood out as their major difference was the size of their breasts. This girl's boobs were huge and she wondered if she was wearing a push-up bra. There was something, though... and that was in her eyes. The girl looked like she was somewhat unsettled, as if she were hungering for something.
Carla had accepted long ago that looks played a factor in success. She remembered how easy it had been to manipulate people as early as six years of age. Her beauty especially proved beneficial during her school years, as all the boys wanted to date her… and all the girls wanted to be her best friend. She also knew her looks played heavily in solidifying this Internship.
"Ms. Thompson, Mr. Thorn will see you now," the beautiful blonde informed her.
Carla got up and followed the secretary into Mr. Thorn’s office. She blushed when she caught herself checking out the girl's ass.
Upon entering, Carla was met by a man appearing in his late twenties. "Hello, Miss Thompson. My name is Damien Thorn and it is a pleasure to meet you."
"And it’s a pleasure to meet you, too, sir," Linda replied as they shook hands, and she hoped that her surprise at the man’s age didn’t show on her face.
"That will be all, Heather," Mr. Thorn informed the secretary, and it was at that very moment when she realized what that look in Heather’s eyes was... desire.
"Was Mr. Thorn fucking the girl?" she asked herself, but then pushed that to the back of her mind. "Mr. Thorn, I would like to thank you for this amazing opportunity," she informed him as she took a seat in front of Mr. Thorn’s desk.
"You are quite welcome, Miss Thompson.”
Carla saw the water on the table beside her and poured herself a glass.
“I read your resume and I’m impressed…”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied, taking a sip.
“When I have someone intern here I'm interested as to how they'll fit in."
"Yes, sir," Carla replied, noting how refreshing the water tasted.
"So, tell me about yourself."
Carla had rehearsed this often enough, so she immediately went into her speech. She told Mr. Thorn about her fascination with chemistry at an early age, skipped over her academic accomplishments, and then talked about her dedication to physical fitness. She was just about finished when she suddenly felt strange... or at least, felt something she never ever expected to feel.
“Are you alright?” Mr. Thorn asked her with a look of concern.
“I’m…,” she started to say, but her sudden intense need for relief was making it too hard for her to respond. She took a sip of water, hoping to quell her growing arousal and that only seemed to make her condition worse. It was like someone had thrown a switch inside of her to make her want to fuck!
“Ms. Thompson?”
"I… I don’t feel too well,” she mumbled, trying and failing to understand.
“I have a private restroom in the back if you’d like to use it...”
"Please," Carla groaned as she stood up. How she managed to walk was beyond her, but she followed Mr. Thorn through an adjoining bedroom to get to the bathroom.
Carla quickly locked the door and lifted her dress. Then she stripped down her panties and entered herself. “Oh, God…,” she whimpered, finding herself soaked. Harder and faster she worked her fingers in and out of herself, and didn’t stop until she cried out in orgasm.
Carla figured she must have zoned out a bit because when she opened her eyes, she was on her knees with two of her fingers deep inside of her. What had happened to make her feel this way? Then she remembered the water and grew angry. Mr. Thorn had spiked the water!
Carla did her best to clean herself up and when she was presentable, she stepped out of the bathroom and saw Mr. Thorn stark naked and sitting on the bed. She turned beet red when she realized he was not only naked, but rock hard. "Are you ready to fuck now?" he asked with a smile.
"You… you won’t get away with this," she responded before she bolted for the door, but then she cried out and dropped to her knees.
"Oh, God… what's the matter with me?!” she asked Mr. Thorn, feeling drawn to him with such need.
“How are you feeling?”
“You did something to me!"
"Does this mean you are ready to fuck?”
Carla wanted to run out of the room but her desire to have sex with Mr. Thorn played on her... forcing her down to her knees... and she found herself crawling on all fours to him.
“You certainly are appetizing down there but I’d prefer you naked so I can get a better look at you."
Carla rose to her feet and stripped off her clothes despite wishing she could tell Mr. Thorn to go to hell.
“Turn around and let me see that fine ass of yours,” he commanded her and she groaned as she did as she was told.
“Now, face me...”
Carla did so, beet red with embarrassment.
"Your tits are on the small side but we’ll fatten them up later."
“Please, Mr. Thorn,” she mumbled, needing to have sex with him.
"What is it you want?”
“Please, fuck me,” she cried.
Damien pushed Carla down onto her back and took a moment to appreciate the sight of her. She really was a beautiful girl... not to mention incredibly sexy. Without a moment’s hesitation, he lined himself up and then thrust into her.
Carla cried out as Damien proceeded to hammer her with deep thrusts, and as he did he found himself reflecting a week ago when he had Carla fitted with the chips. On the pretence of the company physical, Carla was unconscious and lay naked on the examination table while Doctor Sharp did his thing. Damien thrust into Carla one final time causing them both to cry out in orgasm, and Carla lay there in a sexual daze as he climbed on the bed and called Heather.
“Yes, Mr. Thorn,” Heather answered in her usual sweet voice.
"Contact Dr. Sharp and tell him I want to see him immediately. Then get someone to cover for you and then see me in my private bedroom."
“Yes, sir,” Heather replied with obvious excitement.
As Damien waited for Doctor Sharp, he made it a point to commend Jack Perkins. Perkins headed the Intern program at the university and his taste proved delectable. Then his thoughts went back to the day he met Doctor Sharp. Had it already been three months? The doctor contacted him about heading up his scientific research department. What struck Damien about the doctor was his lovely assistant. The girl appeared subservient towards the doctor in every way, and when the doctor ordered the girl to strip naked, she did so without batting her eyes. Damien asked the naked girl how she felt about being naked in front of him, and although she admitted to being embarrassed, she told him that she was honored that she could please the doctor. It was then that he learned all about Doctor Sharp’s microcomputer chips.
Then the doctor told him to select any girl he wanted to become his personal sex toy. He assured him that the girl would still be able to function quite normally in her life but in addition, she would be totally devoted to pleasing and pleasuring him. Damien wrestled with the ethics of such a procedure, but it didn’t stop him from feeding the doctor the pretty blonde summer hire named Heather. The girl was incredibly beautiful and had just graduated Beverly Hills High School. She was also scheduled to attend a college in London in the fall, but after the doctor fitted her with his pleasure chips, all those plans disappeared.
Heather had to admit she felt a tinge of jealousy knowing Carla was inside Mr. Thorn's private bedroom. It hadn’t been that long ago when she found herself in pretty much the same predicament. She still blushed when she recalled waking up naked with Mr. Thorn staring down at her. Never before in her life had she felt hornier and she literally begged him to fuck her. All she remembered afterwards was coming real hard.
Then her life changed. There was no way she could go off to London when she was obsessed over Mr. Thorn, so she cancelled her plans and chose instead to work full time as Mr. Thorn’s secretary. Her parents were livid and gave her a hard time, but that didn't stop her - for all she cared about was satisfying Mr. Thorn.
Mr. Thorn proceeded to treat her like his own personal sex toy, but all that did was make her want to be the best sex toy Mr. Thorn could ever own. Then as time went on she learned exactly what had happened to her, and why she was compelled to do everything Mr. Thorn told her to do.
Heather paused for a moment outside Mr. Thorn’s bedroom door before she entered. The first sight that greeted her was Carla, completely naked and sprawled out on the bed. From the smell of things, Mr. Thorn had fucked her real hard.
"Get undressed and join Carla on the bed," Mr. Thorn told her.
Heather wasn’t into girls so she didn’t relish the idea of being naked with Carla but then she thought that Mr. Thorn might want a threesome.
"Cuddle real close…”
“Huh? I… Aren’t you…?” Heather asked in confusion.
“Do as you are told and when you are in a comfortable position, go to sleep," Mr. Thorn instructed.
Heather undressed, climbed on the bed and pressed her naked body up against Carla’s. As soon as she felt she would be as comfortable as she possibly could be, she found herself quickly falling asleep.
Damien always got aroused at the thought of two beautiful girls together and the sight of Carla and Heather was doing a number on him. He knew he could always command them to have sex with one another, but there was no way they'd truly enjoy it. What he wanted was for Carla and Heather to be horny for each other, and unless there was some latent lesbianism in them that probably wouldn't happen.
"Hello, Mr. Thorn," the doctor greeted him when he entered the room. “Now, aren't they a beautiful sight… do you have something special in mind?"
"I’d like you to merge their frequencies."
"Really…?”
“Can it be done?”
“I… yeah… I don’t see any scientific reason why not, but I must warn you that in doing so, we will bond them forever."
“Will I be able to override their desire?”
“No. Their desires for each other will not only be very powerful but it will also be permanent. But you will still have subjugation power over them and they will still find themselves lusting after you as well.”
"Excellent," Damien replied with a smile.
“Do you have a preference as to who you would like to be the dominant one in their new relationship?”
Damien paused for a moment to consider. Heather was no doubt a natural sub, whereas Carla was aggressive and confident. He then remembered that Heather would be turning eighteen in a couple of weeks and he thought how perfect. “I want Carla to be extremely submissive when it comes to their specific relationship but is there any way we can trigger these feelings a couple of weeks from now?”
“I can’t delay their desire for one another but I can place Carla’s submissiveness on hold. Incidentally, they'll also find other beautiful girls attractive as well... just not as powerful as they'll be drawn to each other.”
“So, they'll wake up feeling lesbian desires for one another, right?"
"Correct."
"Great, because I want a threesome with them."
"No problem," the doctor replied as he sat down at the computer terminal. He proceeded to merge their frequencies and then entered Carla’s new personality traits. “Any particular trigger…?”
“Surprise me,” Damien replied with a smile.
Carla woke very horny and then was startled to find the pretty secretary's warm soft naked body close against hers. With alarm she sat up and that was when she saw Mr. Thorn.
"This is so going to get you in trouble," Carla informed him while she glanced around the room for her clothes.
"You know… I never realized how breathtakingly erotic two beautiful young women could look together on a bed naked.”
"How can you think you’ll get away with this?" she replied as she started to get up.
"Stay on the bed, Carla.”
Carla had no intentions of staying on the bed so she was stunned when she complied.
“I think now is a good time to discuss your new reality."
"You're sick," Carla fumed.
"And I think we’ll start with those tits of yours...”
"Fuck you," Carla responded with a glare.
“Not that those perky B cups aren't nice and all, but I simply prefer bigger."
“How are you doing this?” Carla asked as she gave up trying to get off the bed.
“You should be happy to know that we here at Thorn have a brand new state-of-the-art procedure when it comes to Breast Augmentation… and you are going to be our third subject.”
“You wouldn’t!” Carla cried.
“No need to be concerned, for there is no surgery. The procedure takes a few minutes and within forty-eight hours you’ll be sporting brand new boobs."
"Oh, God…" Carla cried, fearing this was real.
"Come now, haven’t you noticed how breathtaking beautiful Heather’s new boobs are?”
Carla glanced over at Heather with shock.
“She didn't have tits any bigger than yours before we enlarged them.”
“You’re a monster!”
“Are you trying to tell me you don't find Heather’s boobs arousing?"
"Huh? Never mind! Please, you can’t do this to me! I… I jog and workout a lot," Carla argued.
"You’ll love how they bounce and sway with every movement."
Carla was about to argue further when she heard Heather groan. As she looked down at the blonde teenager, she suddenly felt something she didn't expect to feel and when she saw the look in Heather’s eyes, she wondered if Heather might be feeling the same. Then suddenly, they leaned over and kissed... passionately!
Carla broke off the kiss for a second to look over at Mr. Thorn. “You… you did something to make us feel this way, didn’t you?!”
Carla had just stripped out of her pink spandex jogging outfit as she stood in front of her locker. She had just finished jogging six miles on the company treadmill and it was safe to say she was beat… although, strangely... she wasn't sore. Was this due to her specially designed sports bra? Or because of something Thorn did to her? It couldn't have been because of the sports bra because her new boobs had bounced all over the place. Anyway, she stripped her pink bra and pink panties and stood there naked. She turned red with embarrassment at having to dress this way in public. She hated pink but Mr. Thorn insisted. Carla glanced around to see if anyone was looking, and then quickly brought her hands up and cupped her huge boobs. She was still amazed at how big they had grown. She thought that they would stop at D cups like Heather's had, but here she was sporting a very healthy set of Double Ds. In thinking of Heather, she could feel herself grow wetter.
"No, I won't think of her," she told herself as she grabbed her pink towel and headed off to the showers. On her way, she caught a few glances from some of the girls and she couldn't say as she could blame them. With her new voluptuous curves, she had no doubt she could grace the centerfold of Penthouse.
Carla began her shower and immediately soaped her large sensitive boobs. She was so tempted to finger herself and considered rubbing herself one off before seeing Mr. Thorn. But the one thing she couldn't be was late, and once she started, there was no telling how long she'd be... and there was always that possibility that she would be caught. Carla turned off the shower, wrapped herself in her pink towel and headed back to her locker. It was the strangest thing. Intellectually, she understood that Mr. Thorn was an evil man and had basically turned her into his sex slave. The man lacked ethics, and here she was constantly trying to please him. All he had to do was tell her something and she would do his bidding.
Carla often pondered her future. She figured Mr. Thorn would force her to drop out of college and work full time for him. He had even hinted that she should look for a closer apartment.
Damien Thorn closed the door with a smile.
Carla looked absolutely gorgeous and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Heather’s birthday, he would have fucked her right there on the spot.
Damien sat down at his desk and looked down at the two folders. The first folder contained a report from Doctor Sharp regarding Carla. He really didn’t need to read it, knowing fully well how great she responded to the pleasure chips. Not only was Carla tied to him sexually, but she would be forever obedient. In a few moments, Carla would also be forever submissive towards Heather as well.
The great thing about all of this was that the girls never lost who they were. Carla was smart enough to be on his payroll and he would take full advantage of her. She was also sexy enough to be one of his permanent fucks and he especially loved her new cantaloupe-sized breasts. Carla sported the same exact disposition she had prior to the chips, except her sexual afflictions. Although she was bisexual now, she had managed to ignore those feelings and focus primarily on him. Even despite her initial tryst with Heather, she still managed to avoid her. Of course all that would change now.
Damien opened the other folder and read an update regarding his old friend Owen Marshal. He trusted Owen more than anybody else in the world and wanted to recruit him to head his new operation. He was all set to take the pleasure chips to the next level and his trust in his friend was absolute. Damien leaned back in his chair as he pondered the possibilities, but then first things first and he reached over and hit his intercom.
“Yes, sir,” Heather responded on the first ring.
“Did you get someone to cover for you?”
“Yes, sir,” Heather responded with excitement.
"Then get that sweet ass of yours in here…"
"Yes, sir… right away, sir," Heather replied with a giggle.
Seconds later, Heather entered his office beaming. The young hottie knew perfectly well that she was inside his office because it was her eighteenth birthday.
“Come over here so I can give my birthday girl a kiss,” Damien commanded her.
The former high school cheerleader moved into his waiting arms and they kissed each other passionately.
By the time Mr. Thorn had got done kissing her, Heather was out of breath.
"Would you like your present now?"
Heather shook her head yes with a huge grin on her face.
"It’s on the bed in my private bedroom… go take a look."
Heather looked confused for a moment and then rushed to the door. She was floored when she opened it…
“Carla…?”
Carla Thompson kneeled submissively in the middle of the bed. She was naked with the exception of a pink ribbon tied around her in a bowtie. She also looked like she was hypnotized.
“What’s wrong with her?” Heather asked, nervously.
“She’s in a trance until you activate her,” Mr. Thorn responded.
Heather was growing wetter by the second. The sight of Carla was turning her on and eliciting memories of their one time together. As it was, Carla outright avoided her afterwards while she would have loved to get together again. This was also the first time she got to really appreciate the beauty of Carla’s new boobs.
“Carla is your birthday present.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“She's yours forever…”
“Forever…? Oh my God! But wait… I don’t think Carla is going to be too happy about this…”
“I’m sure there might be some adjustment for her but if you put your foot down, I’m sure you'll be able to control her. Anyway, go ahead and strip so I can instruct you as to how to trigger her.”
Heather quickly did as she was told and when she was naked she joined Carla on the bed.
“Now, go ahead and kiss her on the lips,” Mr. Thorn instructed.
"Which ones?" Heather asked with a giggle.
“Her lower ones of course…”
Heather moved down between Carla’s legs and kissed her wet vulva, causing Carla to cry out in orgasm.
Damien had just entered his office when he saw Carla coming out of his private bedroom.
“You two are still here?” he asked in surprise.
“Yes, sir,” Carla replied, blushing.
“Where're you going?”
“Heather asked me to go to the cafeteria and get us some breakfast,” Carla responded with downcast eyes.
“Then I don’t suppose you should keep her waiting.”
“No, sir,” Carla whispered as she hurried out of his office.
Damien peaked into his private bedroom and saw his naked secretary sprawled out on top of his bed and he took a moment to appreciate her incredibly fine ass.
“Heather?”
Heather turned slightly and upon seeing him, smiled.
“Come on out here and give me a blowjob,” he told her.
Heather quickly sprang out of bed and followed him out to his office. Damien sat down on his chair and made room for Heather to crawl underneath his desk and a few seconds later she had him unzipped and inside her mouth.
As Damien leaned back to enjoy the blowjob, he started thinking about a new Intern to replace Carla come fall. Then he winced for a moment when he felt Heather’s teeth, and he would have thought by now that she would have improved her skill. Then something suddenly occurred to him. Carla gave incredible head and he felt he should make use of this. Then, speaking of Carla, she returned carrying two large bags.
“Go ahead and put the food in the bedroom and then come back here,” Damien told her.
“Yes, sir,” Carla replied as she hurried off to do as she was told, and when she returned, she had a confused look on her face.
Damien gestured underneath his desk causing Carla to smile. Then when he shot his load into Heather’s mouth and allowed her time to clean him up, he had her compose herself and go stand next to Carla. Heather might not have been the greatest when it came to giving a blowjob, but she certainly performed well when it came to swallowing.
“Carla, I want you to do me a favor.”
“Yes, sir,” Carla quickly replied.
“I want you to school Heather on the proper way to give a blowjob.”
Heather’s eyes lit up with shock, and then she turned beet red.
“No offense, Heather… but Carla is much better at it than you and I believe you can learn a lot from her. Don't be upset, you know that she has had a lot more practice at it than you.”
“Yes, sir,” Heather responded with downcast eyes.
“Now, you two go have your breakfast and I’ll give you the rest of the morning inside my bedroom to enjoy yourself... then I kick you out.”
“Yes, sir,” Heather replied as she ushered Carla back into the room.
Damien shifted his attention to the new girl Jack Perkins promised him to be Carla's replacement. The girl's name was Tiffany Sterling, and Jack promised him that Tiffany was every bit as beautiful as Carla. He had confidence in Jack’s taste, so he decided the next girl Jack selected would be for his very own.
Carla opened the door to an empty apartment and sighed. Despite having just left Heather and having cum more than ever, she already missed her… and to make matters worse, Mr. Thorn cancelled his session with her for tonight. He did say he would make it up to her, but it didn’t help her now.
Carla still couldn’t get over the love and desire she felt for the delicious blonde teenager. She knew that Mr. Thorn had done something to her, but she wasn’t sure when it happened. She knew that Mr. Thorn had turned her bi, and made her desire Heather specifically, but she had been able to resist those feelings until last week. When she talked to Heather about it, her new lover told her that she was her birthday present and not to worry about it… and just like she reflected, but no longer worried. It was so strange to be a submissive when she had always been the one in charge.
Carla then reflected on her new career. She was ordered to drop out of college and work full time in September. Part of her was saddened that she wouldn’t be returning to the University, while another part of her knew this solved a lot of logistical problems. She just wondered how she would explain all this to her parents.
Carla could feel herself growing increasingly horny during her shower. The lust she felt was never ending - even with Heather in the mix. She still couldn’t get over her huge her boobs were but knowing that they pleased Mr. Thorn and Heather made her happy knowing she possessed them.
Jack Perkins sat at his desk in amazement. Carla Thompson informed him that she was dropping out of college. She was going to go work for Thorn full time. He knew Mr. Thorn had done something to the feisty career driven hottie to make her want this but yet when he talked to her, she seemed perfectly normal.
Jack picked up the folder on the new student teacher who would be starting in September. Her name was Theresa Barnes; she was twenty-six years old and stunningly beautiful. Damien told him that this next girl he selected would be for his own personal pleasure. Theresa would be arriving next week to look for an apartment and although she didn’t know it just yet, he had her dwellings already picked out for her.
Heather smiled as she glanced over at Tiffany. The girl was certainly a hottie… but then again why wouldn’t they be? She had no doubt Mr. Thorn would be pleased with Tifffany.
According to her file, Tiffany would be starting her sophomore year at college and replacing Carla in the Internship program. She just hoped that Mr. Thorn would turn the girl bi so she and Carla could indulge.
Heather smiled as her eyes lowered to Tiffany’s cute tits. They were even smaller than hers had been and she wondered how long it would take before she was sporting D cups.
Suddenly, her intercom buzzed…
"Yes, Mr. Thorn," Heather responded before she finished with, “Yes, sir.”
Heather stood up and smiled at Tiffany. "Mr. Thorn will see you now."
Heather escorted the girl into his office and moments later returned to her desk. She called Carla who was working in the lab.
“Do you have time for a quickie?”
"I'll make time," Carla replied eliciting a smile.
Heather quickly buzzed Marci to cover for her and then rushed over to the elevators. It had been so nice of Mr. Thorn to give Carla to her for her birthday. She certainly came in handy when Mr. Thorn wasn’t available.