Chapter 30: Sex Is Only The Beginning

While Jenna was falling back asleep with newer, darker thoughts on the horizon, Nicoletta sat watching the computer in Jenna’s lab finish its last round of replication. It was the early hours on a Tuesday, though not unfamiliar a time for her. Before the events of the weekend unfurled, Jenna wanted to make a full batch the tank solution ready for Misty whenever she decided to take the next step in her test, so naturally Nicoletta promised to complete the simple task for her.

She wore nothing but a silk negligee and her lab coat, a odd combination that would for sure make every science major erupt in a nosebleed. Her long silver hair tied back into a tight bun and her ancient spectacles hanging from the edge of her nose. She caught them as they started to slip, as they were wont to do. She could have a new pair whenever she wanted, or even get an enhancement for her eyes, yet she found herself looking at the old pair of spectacles like an old friend.

They were the same spectacles when she met with Stalin for the last time, giving him a progress report on her newly assigned project, creating a super soldier, the male alpha that would show the might of the USSR. She could still see the smug look on his pudgy face as she fed him the same comrade this and comrade that pablum, the stupid pig. He wasn't even aware that she had been secretly injecting his food with an enzyme that caused the tissue of the heart to slowly fail over time.

She wore these spectacles when she was introduced to the founders of the factory after the CIA smuggled her into America. She wore them when she had sex as a graduate for the first time.

They were time and travel worn, like her. Nicoletta never really thought about the specter of **** that much. Growing up in an oppressive regime made you mute to it. However, often she would contemplate what will happen next for her, she is 97 years old after all, and the factory may make you a new you, but all bodies die eventually.

“Aye you durak (fool), enough of these dark thoughts. You have accomplished so much and pleased so many. What will be what will be.” She told herself as she opened the refrigeration chamber to put Misty’s solution in. As soon as she opened the door, she spotted another one shoved closer to the back.

“Hmmm, seems our little cub has been working for herself.” Nicoletta hummed as she read the label on the tank, identifying it as Jenna’s back up tank of her own **** formula. The scientist cocked her eyebrow. She knew Jenna would probably take a taste of her own process first, but that wouldn’t serve the purpose of her experiment, at least not yet. She needed more test subjects…ones that she could observe often. It was very clear to her at least, thanks to years and years of hands on “research,” here at the Factory that hypothetical based on one case will get you nowhere.

She contemplated her spectacles again. Remembering the raven haired, steel willed woman she was all those years ago. The Night Wolf, some soldiers called her, not just for her surprising self defense skills but for the fact that she would often slip in an out of a room without anybody knowing she was even there. Unlike some other graduates, she never had a bimbo epiphany, she knew who she was from the get-go, what drove her passion and soul. And yet…

“Hmmmm. I wonder.”

She closed the refrigerator door and walked out Jenna’s lab over to hers, currently dark. She went to her refrigerator unit, pulling out a box of her **** regiments. She always kept a box of her original doses, from when she joined The Factory years ago. Just in case. I guess she just needed the right moment to use them.

She took one packet, put them away, and sat back down at Jenna’s computer, beginning the process of creating a solution tank. She placed her **** in the base liquid and started the program. Feeling the machine come to life.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” She said in Russian as she turned on the prep programs to fire up the containment tank.

Jenna needed a third test subject, for the good of Science.

…

Misty walked down the ramp to the Film studio in her pajamas, trying as quietly as she could to traverse the stone pathway. She didn’t know why she was sneaking around like this, there was nobody up, but she still felt like she was doing something like whenever she would take a date on a light date of graffiti and egging cop cars back in New York.

She remembered waking up to her watch buzzing with a message from Santana.

“Come down to the studio. Need to talk to you. Now if you can.”

Misty for half a second thought she was going to be in trouble, but that was immediately dissolved when she opened the studio door to find Santana waiting for her in similar night ware. Well, not so similar. Misty was in pajama pants and a tank top. Santana was wearing an orange silk robe and a gossamer top that barely covered her pussy, her ass peaking out of the bottom and her top barely holding in her tits.

“Ah there you are! Sorry for the early wake up call Misty, but something just came up and I figured we might as well get it done now.”

“Ok…am I in trouble or…”

“Oh no! No, nothing like that. It is related to your special training with us. Follow me.” She giggled as she led Misty to one of the smaller studios.

Upon opening the door, it revealed a well-lit space, set up to look like a psychiatrist’s office. It looked like one of those sets you see in a 30-minute video that would be up on PornHub within an hour after filming. Sitting on the psychiatrist’s couch, bathed in the lights of the set, was a hunk of a African American man. He stood at about 6’ 5” and he didn’t have a shred of fat on his body, Misty could tell that immediately because he was totally naked, she could also tell he was packing an absolute hog. His cock hung limp for the moment between his thighs, standing at about 7 inches long, but it was thick. 2 inches thick.

“Sorry to keep you waiting Deacon, this was all last minute of course.”

“Not a problem boss, figured it was something fun if you got me out of bed about it. Is this the newbie I have heard so much about?” Deacon asked as he finished up some light stretches, his cock twitching when looking at Misty.

“Misty, Deacon Wilson. He is one of our more known graduates in the Adult Film industry.”

“Hi…nice to meet you.” Misty admittedly felt incredibly rude as she could not stop looking at this man’s unit, then again, this was the first time that she was seeing porn cock in the flesh! It always looked big on screen but in person it looked extremely intimidating.

“Deacon was stopping by for a quick checkup today and I figured before he leaves to catch his flight back to Phoenix, he can do me a favor and help us out.” Santana said as she walked over to a familiar setup of televisions by a chair that linked to five cameras that moved about the room on a cable and rail system.

“And what would that be exactly?” Misty asked, feeling her nipples perk up knowing what the answer was going to be.

“Your first scene baby! We are training you to become a porn star after all!” Santana giggled as she brought the cameras and viewing station to life.

Misty went a bit wide eyed at that notion, still keeping an eye on the cock slowly firming up before her.

“Don’t worry it won’t be a live scene online. I do this for all our graduates who decide upon this job path. It is a great baseline for what you can improve upon moving forward.”

Misty kept looking at Deacon’s cock, his big, juicy, black, cock. The initial shock of the moment sort of melted away and was replaced with a tentative excitement. Why would she feel nervous anyway? This is what she wanted to do.

Misty Farber would have been reticent. Misty Noxx wanted this now.

“Now this can be a simple scene, just a few positions, a little oral between you both. Whatever you want…”

“Uh, Santana? I don’t think you got to worry about the intro speech.” Deacon grunted as he gestured over to her.

Santana turned to see Misty already on her knees and lucking Deacon’s cock to full erect mode. She jumped to the table and tapped the record button as the cameras whirred to life. She was very surprised at this. No direction? Ballsy. However, she liked her female performers ballsy. Santana sat back in the director’s chair and just gestured to Deacon to roll with it for now.

Misty used her tongue to coat her scene partner’s dick with a coat of spittle, taking time to lick and suckle at his smooth ball-sack. She sighed, and giggled as she made eye contact with Deacon, smiling as she playfully darted her tongue around his now rock-hard head. Deacon groaned and threw looked upward, leaning forward to present more of him to Misty.

Normally when Misty had sex, it was a very intense and non-coordinated affair. This…this was different. She felt every move that she made had intention, an instinctual need to not only perform sexually but to make the sexual act a performance. She was reading Deacon like a book, picking up on what to do next…And she was having a blast.

“Mmmmmm. Your cock tastes so good baby,” Misty improvised as she circled his head a few times with her tongue, “Can I have more? I have been waiting all day for it. Do you like how much I want to suck your big, black, cock?” She sighed with a slight flighty tone as she winked at him.

“Yea girl, come over here and suck this cock.” He replied as he leaned back and sat down on the couch pointing his cock upwards. Deacon was feeling it too, Misty had him working in tandem really quick.

Misty laughed as she leaned down and got between Deacon’s legs, she playfully batted his cock with her tongue before slowly encompassing it with her mouth. She moaned and sighed as she made sure to draw out each time she went further down the shaft. She could suck his cock fully no question, but not one this thick. Not yet. She kept making eye contact with him as she went down about five inches and came back up to the tip, never breaking contact from the shaft.

“Oh goddamn, shit that is good.” Deacon hissed as Misty slurped his cock. Misty kept making eye contact with him, bearing deep into him, and pouring on her dedication to the task. Not only that, but unlike past encounters here, she was suddenly relishing in the taste of Deacon, the flavor of his cock. That sticky sweet taste as it rolled across her tongue. It was something she did not really notice before.

She popped his cock out of her mouth and slowly stood up.

“I feel so overdressed, let me get comfortable for you.” She said in a husky tone as she started to strip off her pajama pants. Her panties were soaked through already, so she shook them off and tossed them to the side. She rotated in a circle, gyrating her hips, as she finally removed her top, letting her natural c cups drop.

It didn’t take long for Santana to start fingering herself slowly at the site. Misty was commanding the scene like she had been doing it for years, she had improved so much in so little time, it was orgasmic to watch.

“Do you like my body stud? Do you like my perky titties? My delicious ass?” Misty teased as she bent over and gave her ass a slap in front of Deacon.

“Yea girl, that body is tight.”

“It isn’t the only thing that is tight. Look how wet your big cock made my pussy.” Misty said as she slowly began to rub her clit, which was soaked with pre-cum already, she was dripping slightly onto the floor.

“I’m so wet, all for you, all for this big cock,” Misty continued as she stepped over Deacon’s crotch, his dick sticking up fully erect, “I can't wait any longer! let me put this cock in my slutty hole.”

Deacon grabbed Misty’s ass, eliciting a light yelp of joy from her, as he lined her now panting lips with his cock. Misty grinned and licked her lips as she slowly lowered down and felt Deacon’s thick cockhead part her lips. He guided her down the rest of the way, ending with his cock hitting her womb with a satisfying squelch.

“OH YEAAAA, oh my god, your cock is all the way inside me. I can feel so deep, SO FUCKING DEEP!” Misty said in a slight exaggeration, feeling her insides twitch and spasm in actual ecstasy. She started to rotate her hips while her tongue lolled out of her mouth, feeling the massive porn cock massaged by her inner walls.

“Oh man baby, you are so tight god DAMN!” Deacon said with an actual cracked yelp of surprise. He thought Santana was getting him to pair up with a newbie for a favor, this girl felt like she had been fucking on camera for a year.

“I want to feel it going in and out, sit back and enjoy stud. UwwwAAAAAA!”

Misty planted her legs on the side of the couch and put her hands on Deacon’s chest. Then she started to bounce.

Santana already came three times, now she was just watching Misty take over the scene. Deacon was doing his thing and setting a base, helping Misty lift off just enough so she could bounce and sheath him perfectly inside of her with each thrust. She was moaning, breathing, and lightly cursing in between each wet slap her thighs made.

Santana looked on the monitor as the cameras zipped around, making sure to get the best angles. One of Deacons cock impaling Misty. One of her tits bouncing. One of her ass slapping against him. Misty noticed a red dot pop up on a camera pointed at her face, and without a beat opened her mouth in ecstasy and moaned. She licked her lips and smiled, winking at the camera.

“Holy shit.” Santana gasped as she came for a forth time.

“Oh fuck baby YOUR GONNA MAKE ME CUM WITH THAT BIG COCK!” Misty screamed as she now began to pump her waist up and down, the wet slaps getting wetter and wetter as her pussy leaked all over the couch.

Finally, she screamed as she shot up off his cock and unleashed a torrent of spray. She stumbled and fell back onto Deacon, immediately slapping her clit making the cum splash wider and soak everything. She turned around and got back on her knees, laughing as she stuck his cock back in her mouth, tasting her own juice and feeling it swell. She pumped her throat onto his cock, she knew what was coming next, and right now she wanted it more than anything else.

“Fuck I am gonna cum girl, where do you want it, hurry up it’s coming!” Deacon grunted as he felt his balls swell.

Misty popped his cock out and continued to stroke it as she made him stand up over her.

“Cover my face in your cum baby, I want to feel it all over me, come on baby give your SLUT SOME CUM!”

Deacon roared as he began to unload on Misty. Ropes and ropes of cum streaked across her face. With one final thrust, he left a glob of cum on her chin and he fell back on the couch. The camera moved to catch Misty with her hard-fought trophy, so she slowly started to wipe it up with her fingers and gingerly lick the salty goodness off with her tongue, looking into the camera with one final lingering stare as it shut off.

“Misty, where did that come from!” Santana yelped as she shut down the camera system, walking over to reveal her very much soaked negligee.

“I…I don’t know I just did what I felt was right.” Misty said as she realized exactly what she was doing for the last 15 minutes or so.

Deacon groaned as he sat up, his cock now deflated and limp, covered in girl cum.

“Well ladies…thanks for the nightcap, I got to get to bed if I want to catch my flight in the morning. Misty Noxx right?” Deacon said with a heavy breath as she stood up to put on his pants.

Misty nodded as she too stood up, suddenly feeling the rigorous fucking hit her muscles in a wave.

“Well, if you ever need a male talent, let me know. If that is what your reverse cowgirl was like, I damn sure want to find out what the other positions are.”

“She isn’t regular talent yet Deacon, in fact she hasn’t even graduated yet.” Santana quipped as she helped misty up to a sitting position and handed her some hygienic wipes to clean her face of any left-over cum.

“Wait for real? You are not even fully graduated yet? Then DEFINITELY call me when you are done. You are going to be a big deal girl.” He said with a excited look on his face as he walked out of the room.

“I agree with him you know. Misty that was fantastic. That was without a doubt the best first scene I have viewed. I think we are ready to move on to more advanced fair.”

Misty felt on cloud nine as she helped Santana clean up and shut down the set. Santana let her go with another lingering goodbye kiss, and she walked back to her room as if she was in a dream. Deacon was right of course; this was just her as she was now. She thought of the vision she had in her tank session. The sultry and luscious creature that was still inside of her.

She had a lot of work to do, but soon, Misty Noxx was going to turn this place upside down.

….

Magnus walked down the ramp to the lower floors of the factory and to the entrance of the archives.

He had a little more research to do.

…HER DAUGHTER?!

He shook his head as he walked down the extra set of stairs to the basement. Every time he thought about it, he screamed it into his head. His long-lost friend, his first love, not only was here at a place that changes people into paladins of fucking but was the daughter of the woman that seemingly had been connected to the rise of his Uncle.

Everything was turning into an avalanche of coincidences.

Jenna, Marsha, The Factory, His Uncle…what could the connection be? What was the crux of it all? In the end, he realized there must have been something he missed. Something in Marsha’s past. He may not be able to keep the file this time, but maybe Maria will be willing to let him have another pass.

He walked into the archives and saw the prim looking dirty blonde librarian sitting behind her desk, typing rapidly on her computer.

Magnus sighed and took a deep breath, time to turn on the charm he apparently had.

“Hey Maria, long time no see, how goes it down here?”

He was met with silence. The tapping of the keys continuing. As usual.

“I brought you a little something, took a little bit of bribing to get the chef to give me a box of these. They are vegan though, but I guess sweet is sweet right?” Magnus continued as he produced a box of macaroons, Maria’s favorite. She had a bit of a sweet tooth in addition to a slut trigger.

Nothing but tapping. Not usual.

“Um. If you are busy…”

“You can leave them on the counter please Mr. Maximus.” She finally said with her back still turned to Magnus

Something was wrong. She called him that when they first met, but after a couple of encounters and cum storms she started to call him by his first name.

“Ok,” He said as he slid the box onto the counter of the desk, “If you don’t mind, I wanted to take another dive into the archives, curious about some of the background of the move from Mexico to…”

“I am afraid I can no longer allow you to do that. You are prohibited from setting foot in these archives from now on.” Maria said as she finally stopped typing and swiveled her chair around to face him, her face emotionless, stern, despite her classic bimbo proportions.

“Right. But…as always…I am always willing to sweeten the deal beyond macaroons. I haven’t forgotten that you said you wanted me to do last time. Remember? Something about a lifting you up and bouncing you up and down on my cock?” He said in a low whisper with a dash of suave bravado.

She just stared back at him.

Something was definitely wrong.

“As much as I would like to acquiesce to your proposal, I have been instructed to ban you from reading any and all archival material related to any property, personnel, operations, graduates, history, etc.”

“What! Why?!”

“I am afraid I cannot disclose that information. Have a wonderful evening.” She said as she began to turn away.

“No! Wait! After all those times I gave in and had sex with you won’t be honest with me? I kept the fact that you let me in here in exchange for eating you out secret, never told a soul. You can’t extend that same courtesy?” He almost begged as he realized that she could have told anybody that he was down here, even Wendy.

Maria turned back around to face him once more, eyebrow cocked.

“I suppose…since you did provide me with adequate. Correction. Exemplary service, and that you have kept our rendezvous secret, as I have with your inquiry into the archives, I can relent a tad.” She said as she put her elbows down on the desk and placed her head in her hands.

Magnus leaned in to listen, bearing his ears on what she would say like she was about to tell him who assassinated Kennedy.

“It was an alpha level request from a graduate. I can’t ignore or deviate from such requests, especially from members of the board.”

“Who was it?”

“I am afraid I cannot disclose that information.”

Magnus winced as he leaned back…Son of a bitch.

“Marsha McPherson?”

Maria’s left eyebrow twitched. Her tell.

“….I am afraid I cannot disclose that information.”

Magnus slumped his shoulders in defeat. Of course, it was Marsha. If he was in her shoes, he would have done the same thing. To her, he was Persona non Grata, a direct representative of Mathias in The Factory. After threatening to pop his testicles like a pair of oranges, the first thing she probably did was limit his access to anything that would give him, and by her hypothesis Mathias, more pieces to add to the chess board.

“Thank you for the macaroons.” Maria finally said as she placed the box on her desk and turned back around to resume her work.

Magnus turned to leave. Another roadblock firmly in his way.

“Oh, wait, Magnus.” Maria said as he opened the door.

He wordlessly turned around and nodded at her.

“I did quite enjoy our time together. That was no lie. You may think I just shut off my mind and turn into an airhead when we fucked but I remembered everything, including how you were gentlemanly and cared for my every pleasure. And by the particulars of our agreement, I would like that to continue. You keep your secrets, I will keep mine, if I get to feel that…wonderful daddy cock deep in my slutty pussy…on a regular basis.” She said, briefly slipping into her bubbly voice pattern.

“…Will I still have access to the archives?”

“No…but if, during these particular future private sessions, maybe during the nightly orgy, you were to…ask certain items for me to review for you…Maybe during coitus I will…have loose lips and spill my secrets to you…I just become such a dumb little slut when a big cock is so deep in my ass you know!?” She said finishing a playful squeak.

Of course. It all comes down to sex. Magnus was surprised he didn’t have to fuck somebody to get his toilet paper changed around here.

“Fine. I will honor our agreement.”

“Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I do have to get back to work. Till we meet again…daddy.” Maria said as she turned around and resumed her typing.

Magnus trudged back up the stairs, still reeling from the ridiculousness of it all.

One thing he took away. Maria called him a respectful lover, if anything, that is one thing that he still had in defiance of Mathias.

He sighed and continued up the ramp back to bed.

Looks like he, and his cock, had a lot more work to do.

…

“No Bob this helps a lot, it gives us something to work from!” Marsha said as she flipped off the lights in the bathroom of her Factory suite, her air pods in her ears with Bob on the phone.

“I hope so, I know it is a bit more technical info then you are used to, but at least it is something. I just sent all the files to your account.” Bob said from home.

Marsha saw the notification and saw all the pdfs pop up. The info Bob found about the executives, the code sequence, the project leads disappearing, all in labeled order with highlighted sections.

“Excellent. I will have a more in-depth investigation into these in the morning.”

“So, how are things going? Settled in?”

Marsha laid down on her luxurious queen-sized bed. She remembered a time when The Factory was more like a high end college dorm, this was miles away from when she first made her journey. Hell they had room service now! At least for professors.

“Yea, Beth made sure to spare no expense, the robes are fantastic, I may have stuffed two into my luggage to bring back.” She laughed as she parted the robe a bit to look down at her perfect cleavage.

“Of course, sticky fingers. How about Jenna?”

Marsha looked up as she thought of what to say to Bob. That their little girl was just fine on her journey to be sexual perfection? That she left her class with a look that boarded on immense distress and massive embarrassment? Or, that she was in a class with the progeny of the bastard they were trying to uncover.

“She is…handling things. I honestly haven’t talked to her since I got here Bob. I wanted to try to not make her experience become a ‘she is the chosen one’ debacle.”

“Right…I guess that is best. Although you might want to talk to her before you get to the big classes though. Give her the heads up you know?”

Right. The big classes. The classes where she, and the class would get naked, and she will demonstrate with one of her students the art and technique behind sex. Her, fucking, in front of the class. Normally that thought would have not perturbed her in the slightest. She had fucked in many multi person groups before. Hell, one time at the factory between her second to last and last enhancement she had a blowbang with seven men while her friends cheered her on as she took longer and longer cocks down her newly enhanced throat. Yet, she couldn’t help but think of the boathouse, and how performing sexually in front of Jenna…well…she felt her pussy get wet at the thought.

“Yea. I will make sure to do that…What about you Bob, are you lonely in that big house without someone there to warm you at night?” She said teasingly

“Well. I miss our mornings without a doubt. I know you have a job to do though, so I will make due.”

Marsha then heard a groan in the background on the phone. A female groan.

“…Bob.”

“…Yea.”

“You know, I have never met the other person you have at your office, what was her name again?”

“…Amy.”

“Amy! That’s it. I wonder how she is doing in the position?”

“Well…she actually fills a lot of positions...shit.” Bob said, cutting off quickly as he realized what he just said.

“I am sure she does. I think I need to learn more about these positions when I get back though. Maybe I can meet her for lunch, just some, girl on girl time.” Marsha said as she snaked her hand to her slowly moistening pussy.

“Yea, um, I guess I can arrange that.” Bob said very stilted like he had just been caught.

Marsha then heard another moan.

“Come on big boss, I still have to discuss my flexibility in certain aspects of finance with you, the sixth time is the charm right?”

“ByeMarshaILoveYouBYE!” Bob word vomited as the phone went click.

She could only giggle at that man whore of a husband she had. She was just teasing him of course, their marriage was full of love, but it was also as open as any book could get. She was free to fuck any man or woman she pleased, he was free to fuck any woman, and have the occasional male romp if he chose to.

KNOCK KNOCK

Speaking of which. The other thing Marsha loved about the new additions to the factory, the alumni request system. She got off the bed and let the robe fall to the ground, standing in just a pair of platform heels. She walked to the door, and opened it fully, standing nude in the door frame.

“I got a request for you Miss Marsha OH SHIT!” The young Asian man in front of her exclaimed as she smiled. He was fit, tall, and built like a track runner. Marsha grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss.

“Beth tells me you have an 8-inch tongue. Let’s see what you can do baby.” Marsha said in a heavy lusty tone as she shut the door behind them.

Who says you can’t go back to school?

…

Jenna stared up at the ceiling.

It was a futile effort, trying to fall asleep after such a vivid dream.

She sighed deeply as she placed her hands behind her head, contemplating the patterns of the ceiling tiles like they were chemical formulas.

What did it all mean?

Not the ceiling tiles of course. The dreams.

They had grown from a simple vista of flowers into a cacophony of sound and sensation.

Not only that…the thoughts he had before. They seemed to be silent suddenly. This morning she was constantly thinking of sucking cock, or her time with Wendy. Before that it was sex in general with whoever she came across.

Now? Silence.

A few weeks ago, she would have welcomed this with a party. Now though…she missed it? Them? All of it?

Not helping her apparent insomnia was the reminder that she was now a student of Marsha McPherson, slut of the century, bimbo pioneer, and her mother. What was she doing here? Why was she doing here? These thoughts would jumble around her head every 30 minutes or so, ping ponging loudly in the absence of a thought telling her to find a cock to worship.

She needed to talk to her. This wasn’t some random surprise, her Mother insisted that this was her own journey when she left. Something must have happened while she was gone to prompt her to come here. But what?

And then there was her work, her friends changing into their own inner bimbos…and Magnus.

Her thoughts were interrupted by soft knocks at her door.

“Who could that be? It's 4 AM!” She muttered to herself as she got up to look in the eyehole of the door.

“Jennaaaaa! I know it is early, but I wanted to check up on you girl!” Wendy whispered cheerfully from the other side.

Jenna opened the door to reveal her newest companion. Wendy was in what she would call her “natural” look. Booty shorts, a pajama top tied to show off her midriff and cleavage, hair in pig tails, and light makeup. You know, totally natural.

“Oh, hey Wendy.” Jenna said as her friend walked past her, inviting herself into Jenna’s room.

“So, I heard you had a pretty big day today! I mean, having THE Marsha McPherson as your teacher?!? I am so jealous!” She giggled as she sat back on Jenna’s bed.

“Yea, it was definitely a surprise.” Jenna felt a sudden unease. Like she had been in this situation before with Wendy, her friend…was she, her friend?

“I mean, it must be cool having your mom be here for you too. Honestly, it is going to make things so much easier for us too! Oh right. I almost forgot. Playmate.”

Huh? Why did she just say Playmate randomly?

Play along. Make the slut believe she has control.

Jenna stayed still, looking at Wendy, waiting for her next move.

“Now that your mother is here, The Master wants me to ramp up things a bit. He doesn’t want her to get involved in his plans. So, I know you haven’t had a chance to get some dick yet, but I will be happy to help you learn more about what you will be designed for.” Wendy said as she picked up the small bag from under Jenna’s bed she left last time.

Designed for? What was she talking about?

Not yet. Wait for the right moment.

She reached into the bag and pulled out a massive dildo. One that seemed familiar to Jenna, but the memory was kind of fuzzy.

“This is it Jenna. His Cock. THE Cock. The Cock that will one day be our night and day. Our everything. The cock that all Bimbos will serve and slaver to taste every day. Of course, this is just molded to his perfect size, but it should get that tight pussy nice and form fit for him.”

Jenna remained still, very confused, yet feeling like she had seen that dildo before.

So that is what the shadow wanted huh? Good thing we already fucked it into submission.

Wendy continued.

“You are to suck this off every morning when you get up, and every night when you go to bed. Deepthroat it. Then you will use it on your pussy and ass every day. No hole should be left untouched. You are going to become its newest home after all.”

“New home?” Jenna asked, subliminally masking her question with a twinge of lust.

“Of course! Mathias wants you, Jenna! And when you are ready, you are going to join me by his side as his newest cock sleeve. The Aphrodite program is almost finished, and when it is, we will be perfect!” She giggled maniacally as she strokes the dildo in her hands.

Who is Mathias? What is Aphrodite? What is going on right now?!

Jenna was sweating a bit as this situation changed from weird to very concerning.

All in due time. First. We have to put this bitch in her place.

“Now, why don’t we start easy. I will introduce you to his cock properly. Escort.” Wendy said as she stripped naked.

Jenna felt a tiny urge to strip too, but it was immediately dulled. Escort?

My turn. Watch and learn.

Jenna lunged quickly at Wendy and wrapped her hand around her throat, throwing her to the bed with a surprising burst of speed and strength. Wendy was caught off guard and made a surprised yelp as she was now pinned to the bed under Jenna, who looked directly at her with a sudden wicked looking grin on her face.

”Jenna! You naughty slut! I like a little fight, but this is all about you getting used to his greatness. Playmate.” Wendy said as she felt Jenna’s grip on her throat get tighter.

Jenna went from a grin to a full-on evil smile. Wendy locked eyes with her, waiting for the command to settle in.

_“What’s the matter Wendy? Can’t figure out why I am not eating you out like a little puppet right now?” _Jenna mockingly whispered with a sudden dripping venom to her tone.

Wendy felt her programmed instincts kick in. The Phase 2 protocol had somehow been tampered with. She didn’t have control. She flung her legs up and tried to capture Jenna in a leg hold, so she could position her weight to reverse the pressure. Jenna just laughed as she clutched Jenna’s throat tighter, wriggling out of the entrapment and slapping Wendy hard on the face.

“Ah, ah, ah, that was very rude. And here I thought we were friends!” Jenna said as she slapped her again across the cheek, this time eliciting a light welp of pain.

“YOU WHORE. YOU INFERIOUR SLUT. HOW DARE YOU STRIKE A CHOSEN **** OF MATHIAS MAXIMUS!!! CODEWORD KILLSWITCH!” Wendy screeched with venom as she now kicked into a programmed fight or flight mode.

Upon that codeword, Jenna felt a little irregularity to her heartbeat before it returned to normal. Like something was supposed to happen there, but her body quickly course corrected and fixed the issue.

“Oh! Wow, **** huh? Didn’t think a little slutty bimbo like you had it in you!” Jenna whispered maliciously as she twisted Wendy’s right nipple so hard that it made her cry out.

The look on Wendy’s face went from rage to sheer panic. Killswitch was the last resort. Mathias told her that it was only to be used if she was ever found out. If he was not to have his **** on Marsha and Bob Franklin by taking their daughter as a ****, then he wanted to take her away from them permanently. Killswitch should have made it look like she had a massive heart attack. Yet, Jenna was still holding her down.

“Oh, don’t worry Wendy, I still intend to learn,” Jenna said as she leaned in and licked the side of Wendy’s face, “But let me help you get a bit more comfortable!”

Wendy gasped as she felt three of Jenna’s fingers enter her pussy and begin to piston in and out of her. She croaked as Jenna tightened her grip on her throat, almost causing her to pass out as waves of pleasure hit her from below. Jenna found and was hitting her g-spot, repeatedly. Wendy was quick to cum, and she did hard. She felt her body spasm as she coated Jenna’s hand in spray, moaning like she was programmed to do.

Jenna licked her fingers clean, relishing in the taste. She leaned over and grabbed the dildo with no wasted motion, replacing her fingers with it in Wendy’s slavering cunt.

“OOOOOOOOWWWWWAAAAAHH YES! HIS COCK! THE COCK! IT IS DIVINNNNNE.” Wendy said as she writhed on the bed.

Jenna immediately removed the dildo, got up, and threw it into the trash chute on the wall that connected the rooms of the Factory to the incinerator in the basement.

“Whoops, clumsy me.” Jenna laughed as she turned to see the horrified look on Wendy’s face.

“NOOOOO! How could you! You can’t! His cock is perfection! Nobody can resist him!”

Jenna slapped her hard on the face again, now leaving a red mark. She grabbed Wendy’s cheeks with her hand.

“Your god cock isn’t here right now baby. I am. And like I said, I want to learn, so you are going to tell me, everything!” Jenna said in a very firm tone as she stripped naked as well.

“But the cock! You have to learn with the cock! It is the only way MGHGFFFFF.” Tried to get out as Jenna jumped on top of her and immediately smothered her face with her pussy.

“Enough excuses! SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND EAT ME OUT LIKE THE BIMBO WHORE YOU ARE!” Jenna demanded as she reached back and began to finger Wendy again.

Wendy started to eat out Jenna, making her moan immediately. The next hour was nothing but a blur of Jenna rapidly switching positions on Wendy, making sure her soaked cunt never left the face of her captive lover. At the same time Wendy was slowly going insane, losing all train of thought and presence on earth since Jenna was rapidly edging her to orgasm and then stopping right as she was about to release.

“What’s the matter Wendy? Can handle a little edging?” She would cry out as Jenna herself would cum again all over Wendy’s face.

Wendy felt her brain spark and short out. She never felt this way before when with another slut. Usually, sex with girls was pleasurable and fun, but never was it like a erotic nuclear bomb going off in your head. That feeling was reserved for…for…HIM.

“Please…PLEASE…Let me cum, LET ME CUM!!!” Wendy begged as Jenna squirted all over her for the fourth time.

“Oh, you want to cum?! Why don’t you say it properly then!” Jenna said with an exhausted smile, relishing in her soon to be victory.

Wendy looked up at Jenna with a pleading need in her eyes. She knew what she wanted her to say, but she didn’t want to, doing so was against every fiber of her programming. There was only one true rule. The Master was absolute. He was infallible. Nothing else besides his cock would make you feel true ecstasy. Yet, here she was, being held in a storm of violent female erotica. Wendy didn’t want to think it. She couldn’t. But the thought slipped into her head and exploded.

Jenna was fucking her better than Mathias

Wendy’s mind broke. Fractured. Years of training and all the Maximus **** invested gone. Her eyes went dull, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was back at her base, knowing there was only one new absolute.

“Please, let me cum. Let me cum for you…mistress!”

Jenna laughed as she flipped over and began to devour Wendy snatch, relishing in the **** flavor she now leaked out. It didn’t take long. Wendy finally cried and stuttered as lighting shot across her mind, feeling her entire sexuality erupt in an explosion. She soaked Jenna with a spray of cum that coated the entire bed, finally reaching it’s crescendo.

Jenna leaned back onto the bed, feeling the soaked mess beneath her and the panting Wendy to her left. The last hour was almost like another dream to her. What was that? Where did that come from out of her? She was violent, dominant, borderline sadistic…and she enjoyed it.

And that is just the appetizer.

“Mistress?” Wendy said meekly as she cuddled into Jenna and kissed the side of her neck, the formally confident agent of Maximus now a shell over her former self.

“Yes Wendy?”

“May I eat your pussy again? Please? Just one more time…” She begged, tracing her fingers down Jenna’s stomach.

Jenna should have stopped her. This was weird enough as it is, on top of the fact that she had some questions to ask Wendy now that she was thinking clearly.

All in due time…you deserve a little reward…

Right…she did deserve it.

Jenna nodded at Wendy as she smiled and slid down between her legs. Jenna put her hands behind her head and looked up at the ceiling as she felt the soft tongue of Wendy lapping at her labia happily.

For the first time in a long time, her mind was clear.

She smiled as Wendy served her orally, making happy little giggles as she dined on her Mistress.

She had a direction. Everything will be clear

All in due time.

END OF PART 3

Note from Ted: And Part 3 has officially ended. What a ride this has been so far. Thank you all for the likes, favorites, and views so far. I really didn’t expect this to get that much traction amongst the other smut on here, but damn if you all proved me wrong! Now to address a few things about the future. I will be taking a hiatus before starting part 4. Life continues to be crazy, and writing Bimbo Factory has to take a very understandable backseat to my day job, my weekend job, my freelance business startup, and somehow finding time to include sleeping, remaining healthy, and eating as well. I also have kicked around a few ideas for other stories to start too, maybe those might pop up in the interim, but we will see. Other than that, I hope you have enjoyed the story so far. Only two parts left to go! See you next time!