Chapter 39: Eternal Sunshine of the Hairless Crotch

Amy went over the documents again in a repeated sweep.

All her research into Maximus Pharma, all compiled at the nice sized conference table in Bob Franklin’s NYC office. Everything she could track down from public records to some hard to collect tax documents.

It felt like ages ago since she went up to Lustmoore to show Bob her findings, and for him to show her a woman should be properly fucked.

Since then, they have both been spending the workday tracking down everything they could find on Maximus pharma for the last two decades, followed by a now obligatory employee satisfaction exercise. This of course was sex. Amy had been pining for her boss for ages, and now they managed to have sex on every surface in the office! She was getting wet just thinking about his massive cock.

She did feel guilty initially, she knew Bob was married, and that Marsha made her look like a crash test dummy in terms of sexuality. Bob of course brushed that off, assuring Amy that Marsha would love her. In fact, he was sure Amy would love her too. Amy also always asked him if she was performing well enough and was taken by Bob’s assurance that his pleasure was secondary to hers. He also said that if she helped him solve this mystery with Maximus, he would make sure that she would have the opportunity to rise to the same sexual prowess as himself.

In between that thought lingering in her head, she was stumped by the puzzle in front of her. On the surface Maximus Pharma was a stand up and regularly tax paying multinational corporation. Spotless records, no employee complaints, and a product line that could be described as serviceable.

And that is what spooked Amy the most. All big corporations, especially ones in pharmaceuticals, always had some kind of dirty laundry to unearth. Faulty products, an executive paying off his secretary for the affair they were having, embezzlement, fraud, even minor petty theft. Maximus had nothing. Not a single hair out of place.

“What are you hiding from me?” Amy grumbled as she looked through the newest stack of papers one of Bob’s contacts in the IRS got to the office. It was just a normal tax spread preparing for the new filing season, and a folder containing new information about new and terminated employees. Same trend as before, Females get promoted, retire, men get demoted, stay on with the company. Either that or they leave.

Amy was about to shut the folder when she saw something on the final line. A name, with an address, a New Jersey address.

“Good morning.” Bob Franklin said as he came into the conference room with fresh coffee. He put it down on the table and bent over to kiss Amy on the lips, trading tongue with her as she sighed in surprise. Their office interactions now were more intimate, not that either of them minded that at all.

“Good morning to you too boss.” Amy said back, feeling her loins heat up just by Bob being near her.

“Anything else we can glean here? It feels like we are just running in circles.” Bob said as he looked across the stacks of folders on the table.

“Maybe…This is from the newest info your IRS friend dropped off. It is a list of recent hires and fires from Maximus, this last entry has notations next to it unlike the rest of them.” Amy said as she handed Bob the sheet of paper and pointed at the line.

“Henry Adams. 34 Wright Road, Long Valley, New Jersey. Deliver notice of termination.”

“See all of these names above his had notes on their status or position changes, but no addresses.” Amy explained as she slowly started to massage Bob’s cock through his pants. He didn’t stop her, as usual now.

“Well, it could just be delivering a pink slip, nothing too out of the ordinary there.” Bob replied, feeling his cock get harder already, and smiling as Amy unzipped his fly and reached in to stroke his cock.

“I thought that too, but this list is specifically for the Los Angeles headquarters, why would they send him a notice of termination after he moved east?”

“Well…there is one way to find out.” Bob said as he folded the paper into his jacket pocket and guided Amy’s hand away from his dick, eliciting a groan of disappointment.

“Let’s go ask the man himself…and yes, you can continue in the car.” Bob winked at Amy, who bit her bottom lip in excitement as they locked up the office and made their way down to Bob’s Dodge Charger.

The trip out to New Jersey flew by, the hustle and the bustle of the city replaced with the rolling hills and forests of Morris County, accompanied by the sounds of Amy slurping on Bob’s cock while he attempted to stay between the lines every time a police truck was in view.

The GPS indicated the last turn onto Wright Road, just as Amy brought Bob to a full orgasm, swallowing every drop of cum he shot out, and pulling up in her seat, licking her lips and fixing her now wild hair. Bob didn’t expect this fling to be as fun as it was, and Amy surprised him with her sensuality. He fully intended on offering her a shot at becoming a graduate, because lord he could not imagine how becoming a fully-fledged Bimbo would do to her.

They came to the end of the road and saw a small cottage sitting in a cul-de-sac. It was the only house there, surrounded by trees, rapidly changing with the oncoming winter.

“Nice little place,” Amy said as she got out of the charger, making sure her outfit was now business presentable and had no wayward cum stains she could have missed.

“Yea…quiet too…very quiet.” Bob said as he started walking up the pathway to the porch. He couldn’t place it, but there was something off here. He knocked on the door, Amy standing by his side.

No answer.

They both looked at each other. Bob tried again, knocking a little louder.

Still no answer.

“Maybe he isn’t home?” Amy reasoned.

Bob shrugged his shoulders and knocked a third time. The **** of the knock caused the door to swing open slowly. It wasn’t even latched. Revealing the front hallway, with busted up furniture, and two figures lying on the ground, motionless, in a pool of dark liquid.

Bob immediately shifted in front of Amy out of instinct.

“Get to the car, call 911.” He said as he poked his head through the door, careful not to step inside or place his hands on anything. The living room off the hallway was destroyed. One of the figures was lying on the shattered glass of a former coffee table, with a large wound in the center of their chest. By their outstretched hand, a large combat style knife lay.

Bob looked forward again to the other figure, lying face down in front of the basement door. There were holes in the wall, just around the size as if somebody was shoved into the sheetrock. The figure had a hole in its back mirroring the other fallen foe, but this one took off a chunk of the person’s shoulder, leaving a spray of red on the door behind it.

“Um, Bob?” He heard Amy behind him.

“Did you call 911?” Bob said as he spun around. He froze in his tracks.

Henry Adams was standing in front of Amy, the barrel of a large shotgun pointed in her direction. He was wearing bloodied undershirt and sweatpants, a large makeshift bandage covering a wound on his shoulder. His left eye was bloodshot, like he had been punched in the face.

Henry cocked the shotgun, expelling a shell, and wildly looking from Amy to Bob.

“I am only going to say this once. Who the fuck are you?”

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Tso moaned loudly as she mounted Amar in reverse cowgirl. She slowly allowed him to split her pussy open and be fully engulfed by her pussy. She started to grind her hips, feeling him touch every inch of her insides, as he signed in contentment and slapped her ass playfully. She smiled and looked upon the rest of her classmates, who were both watching and following their lead, making their lovemaking intimate and intense.

Marlin was standing behind Chelsea, fucking Chelsea in doggy style with long and smooth strokes. She was making out with Chole, moaning into each other’s mouths, as Henry pumped into Chloe in missionary. Fiona’s eyes were rolling in the back of her head as Klaus stretched out her asshole with his muscle cock in a spoon position. Her tongue lolling out of her mouth, panting light swearing and uttering declarations of yes, please, so good, and the like as Klaus flexed with every thrust.

Misty and Jenna were now in a 69 position, both lapping at each other’s fully soaked folds, sighing in contentment as they pleasured the other with their mouths.

Mmmmmm, I love the taste of wet pussy, not as much as a big, fat, cock, but Misty is so sweet! I can’t wait to try Tso, I bet she is even sweeter! Maybe she can eat us while her handsome friend fucks us in the ass!

HOW ARE YOU STILL HERE?! I ended you! BEGONE YOU FUCKTOY, THIS IS MY…OUR DOMAIN!

Jenna could barely hear the firm and dominating tone of Venus and the bubbly and silky laughs of the new voice in her head, she was now piloting on instinct. It was like something within her mind was pushing out the inner thoughts and telling her to just concentrate on Misty, her pleasure, and Jenna’s own pleasure. Just matching Misty’s tongue movements with her own. Giving her just as wonderful an oral experience as she was receiving in return. It felt, right? Second nature.

If she could register what Venus was saying, it was mainly pointed to the sofa to their right.

Arthur was still face first in the vagina of Marsha McPherson, and he was having the fight of his life. Marsha was unlike any of the encounters he had with graduates at the factory. Before, when he had sex Wendy, or Maria, or Misty, or even Nicoletta, sex felt like an even playing field, like his side and his partner’s side were understanding their needs in intimacy.

This, this was full barrel fucking. He felt the walls of Marsha’s pussy grip his tongue like a vice. He had to pull some oral gymnastics just to fight back the sensation of Marsha ripping it out of his mouth with her vagina.

“What’s the matter big shot? Having a little trouble down there?” He heard the sensual deep whisper of Marsha above him, glancing up into her fierce eyes. She grinned and licked her lips, softly signing in both the pleasure of being eaten out and being in total control.

“No…I am just taking my time…” Arthur tried to quip back as he pulled his tongue back from the pulsing muscles, soaked with an admirably sublime tasting moist juice.

“You still haven’t made me cum once though…just a few more minutes and you will be back on the street.” She said with confidence. It didn’t matter how he could do it; Marsha was sure she was going to put Magnus’s blood in his place.

Arthur almost believed that too, he had to get her to cum at least once. It was just that Marsha was so intense of a presence that everything he tried to do felt like it was countered by an even more willful pleasured mocking glance. He had to step up his game…and that gave him an idea.

Keeping his mouth on her pussy, he shifted up slightly to have his tongue focus on her clit, meanwhile he brought his hand up to her ass and massaged both her cheeks. Marsha sighed and closed her eyes, which allowed Arthur to take initiative and use his other hand to stick two in the pink and one in the stink. He never thought his knowledge of Dane Cook comedy specials would ever come in handy like this. However, it worked.

Marsha lurched forward, eyes wide, as she felt Arthur begin to finger her in both her pussy and ass as he continued to stimulate her clit. She hissed on a sharp inhale as she felt a pang shoot through her loins.

“Oh SHIT,” She sighed, as she felt a ripple go down the inner walls of her vagina and unleash a sharp spray onto the tongue and hands of Arthur. One down. Four to go.

“Not bad…I’ll give you that one Magnus, you surprised me with the hand play there, but it takes a lot more than a shocker to get me to cum for real.” Marsha said as she attempted to win back the balance.

Arthur surged upward and laid Marsha on her back, placing his now fully erect cock between her legs and slowly gliding it along her clit and outer walls.

“Then what are we waiting for Marsha? May I?” He asked as he placed the head of his cock just at her lower lips. Marsha cocked her eyebrow and gave a nod. Arthur began to insert himself into Marsha. Only three inches in, he gasped as he felt her vagina drag his cock inside on its own, he almost tripped forward because it was taking him in like a piston. Marsha breathed out softly as she felt the entire length and girth of Arthur hit the back of her womb. The only man who could go that far inside of her was Bob.

“How does it feel to be in the pussy of a seasoned Graduate Magnus? Don’t you just want to fill me up with that powerful cum of yours? Claim my womb as your own?”

Arthur grimaced, she was good, very good, but he would not give in.

“It feels fantastic, I can’t wait to do that, but not after you get four times that pleasure…and please Marsha…” He said as he drew himself back out and then quickly sheathed himself again inside Marsha, eliciting a sharp and high-pitched yelp from her.

“My name is Arthur.” He said into her eyes, not breaking contact as he began to fuck Marsha with full strokes, fighting the tempest level of inner wall strength along the way.

LOOK AT HER. So smug! Claiming the best cock here as her own, making us do nothing but lick this whore. It never fails mother, you always had to take the spotlight while we had to be thrown to the side! I…we…I CAN FUCK THAT COCK SO MUCH BETTER THAN HER!

How about we fuck that cock WITH mommy?! OH MY GAWD that would be so fucking hot! Just the both of us licking up and down his shaft, tasting our cum all over him, our tongues meeting while we make sure he is all nice and lubed up for our tight booty holes! Remember when she went down on us back at home!!! It was so dirty and hawt!

Jenna twitched as she felt Misty cum on her face, her friend moaning in satisfaction. The voices were getting louder, and the pull to look over to Arthur and Mom was getting stronger with each declaration from the Black and Blonde voices emanating in her mind.

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Nicoletta sat at the microscope in her own lab, switching the two samples back and forth again and again. It was frustrating the hell out of her but there was something here.

She wondered if Jenna even noticed, or cared, that she had been observing her every single day since she agreed to assist her in her work. During work, after work, even when she would return to her room. One could say that it was boarding on obsession, but Nicoletta felt drawn to Jenna in way she had not felt to another being since…well…since she was back in the USSR.

The Russian was not one to admit she would have feelings for any individual person, but in Jenna she saw somebody of her intellectual level, who strove to understand how her science could change lives no matter the wall in her way.

She cursed as she felt her legs get slick with wetness. Even thinking of Jenna made her horny. That is why she started to notice a few months ago, some erratic behaviors began surfacing. At first, she deduced it may be her dosage going off kilter and made a note to ask her about it. Then she started to see Mag…Arthur’s little friend Wendy taking a new man every other day up to the same floor Jenna lived on, and Wendy bringing that man back down a few hours later, stumbling in a stupor.

Jenna was also more impulsive, a new trait that seemed to happen overnight. She would often shush Nicoletta mid-sentence to pivot to her own calculations, opting to do all the work herself. She would speak to her in a more dominant tone, like a completely different person.

Yet, she could not make a connection, this after all could be her adjusting to how the factory was bringing out her inner confidence. It took Arthur Mathis to bring the pieces together. The connection to his uncle…and her familiarity to what he tried to do here after he graduated, set off alarms in her head.

After she sent Arthur off to class, gifting him a fresh set of clothing she always had on hand for her assistants in private, she beelined straight for Jenna’s lab and gathered up a pile of her notes from before and after she noted these changes started to occur, and then a sample of the solution Jenna recently made of her own, and a control solution she found in Jenna’s fridges.

She switched the samples again. Still no perceivable differences.

“What are you hiding? What angle do I need to see?” She said to herself as she tapped her desk.

See…maybe she can’t see enough…

Nicoletta rolled over to the wall and shut the lights, flipping another switch that turned the lab a shade of deep purple. She invented a practical use for ultraviolet light back in the cold war, using it to identify when soldiers were at their peak physical productivity via glowing sweat achieved by taking a certain ****. In the factory, she co-opted it to use to catalogue what the male and female bodies go through in sex, and how the Factory effects sexual fluids as well.

When she turned from the wall, her eyebrow went up. The sample slide of Jenna’s solution was faintly glowing. Not enough to light up the room, but Nicoletta could see a faint flicker as if something was sparked.

She walked over and investigated the microscope, gasping as she immediately saw them.

Too small to see in their fullest form, but the now glowing blue specs in the solution, mixing with the enzymes of the **** compound, were as clear as day.

Nanites.

She of course has seen versions before; the factory uses them in surgery and as part of the **** regimen. However, that nanite colony dissolves into the blood stream after they work to correct the physical ailments of any incoming graduate. These were of a different breed.

Nicoletta increased the magnification to its maximum, peered back in, and caught another glimpse. The nanites were still extremely small, you would need an electron microscope to see them in detail. Nicoletta could make out their form, that of a small four-legged circle with an amoeba like body. Highly advanced, their main mass was squiggling like a live cell, nothing like the straightforward tiny robots that the Factory use.

Nicoletta yanked the samples out of the microscope and put them in her deep freeze storage. That would be enough to kill off the nanites but leave them intact for testing. One thing was clear, they were in Jenna’s **** formula, which means Jenna is currently a walking colony for whoever created those nanites.

She grabbed the sample of control solution she created with Jenna’s original **** formula and walked right into Jenna’s lab and set to work. Priority was to get this ready to dunk Jenna in the tank. Those nanites had to go, and with a few adjustments to the control formula, she could at least subdue them before they do any more damage to Jenna. She then sent a message to Beth and Dr. Williams to come down to Jenna’s lab, she needed to warn them.

Mathias wasn't making his first move; he was already going for the kill.

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Beth looked down at her watch and saw the message from Nicoletta, already in the elevator traveling up to the welcome foyer of the factory. She got the email this morning that a pair of older graduates would be returning to the factory for vacation, and she always made sure to invite them back home properly in person. She would have to go down to the lab once they were both situated in their private apartment.

Beth strode down the hall, the click clacks of her strappy heels echoing off the halls as her legs flexed in her tight pencil skirt. She elected for the sexy administrator look today, as the older graduates would always appreciate a tad more formality in their welcomes.

She arrived at the big doors and pushed them open as she always would, and smiled brightly as she entered the Foyer.

“Welcome back Graduates! Always a pleasure to have you retu….”

Beth stopped talking. Guess the two guests got bored.

A tall athletic woman with thick braided hair had her hand down the pants of another athletic woman with a scarlet red undercut, her pulsing fingers making a repetitive bulge in her companion’s pants as she plunged in and out of the audibly wet pussy of her companion. They were both lip-locked as well, and Beth could see both of their tongues folding and dancing over each other in their mouths. Both were moaning loudly, filling the room with their lust.

Beth wasn’t one to feel awkward around such things, just this morning she had Robbie eat her out on the beach front while a crowd gathered to watch. Yet, here, she felt an odd sense of unease. She shook her head a bit and let out a light cough.

The woman with the braided hair looked in her direction, making direct eye contact with Beth, and smiled as she continued to finger her companion. Beth felt a shiver go up her spine.

“Well, glad to see you two are already in the spirit of things. I am Beth Scottsdale, head of…”

“Oh, I know who you are.” Athena said back in a voice she normally only used to lull certain bimbos that Mathias deemed in needing of correction. She continued to pump her fingers in and out of Artemis, relishing in the mad-like gasping laugh escaping from her lover.

“Oh? Apologies for the surprise on my part, but since you are from a time before my graduation here at The Factory, I assumed introductions were in order. A lot has changed since you have left here Alice.”

Athena grinned. It was hilarious to her. Mathias worked so hard to craft a suitable profile to be loaded via a backdoor channel into The Factory computer system, all for her to have the perfect cover to topple him and take what he desired so much. She knew he was probably so tickled to use the name of the…being…she used to be, probably thought it as a sick joke. So preoccupied with the twisted humor of course, that he didn’t think the profile could be easily copied and edited to give Artemis a solid cover too.

“I can see that, when I was here it was just a compound resort in the middle of Mexico. What can change in a few years is truly astounding…We didn’t have a program director as hot as you are back then.”

Beth felt herself blush. Throughout all of this she was still fingerbanging Artemis, who was whispering babbling pleas for Athena to keep going.

“Flattery will get you everywhere Alice, all you have to do is ask!” Beth replied with a wink.

Athena chuckled as she felt Artemis finally clench down on her hand as she came for the third time, with which she removed her hand from her lover’s pants, leaving behind sticky strands of cum.

“Well, I definitely will keep that in mind…Want a taste?” Athena said as she walked up to Beth, holding out her cum coated hand to her.

Beth cocked an eyebrow at her. She was of course used to anything in the realm of sexual activity, but personally she was used to a bit of foreplay before engaging in any cum swapping.

“Maybe later,” She replied, remembering Nicoletta’s email, she never wanted to keep her waiting, and she was pretty sure if she licked the fingers of this new guest then they would end up licking every inch of her body in response, “I do have other duties to attend to at the moment, but once you are all settled in, all you need to do is let us know of any requests and we would be happy to fulfill them.”

Athena grinned and brought her hand up to her face, using her cybernetic tongue to lick every morsel of cum from her hand, making sure Beth saw how it could curve around her fingers with dexterous undulations.

“Of course. Rebecca…we can continue in our room if you like.”

Artemis sighed happily and hopped up off the couch, surprising Beth with how quickly she recovered from an earth-shattering orgasm. She also internally giggled at the thought of taking on her former name. That shy flight attendant was long since gone, a more suitable being emerging from the cocoon.

“Lead on my love, they already took our luggage down there. So much easier to access our toys.”

Athena licked her lips, of course, they didn’t need toys, but Artemis was already rapidly adapting to the situation, taking on the guise of a normal graduate easily. She felt a twitch in her loins, her member itching to have Artemis dine on it.

“Follow me, after I drop you off, I can explain how to use the request system. From there you can have any current program member visit your room for light conversation…or…whatever you desire.” Beth said with a light laugh as she guided Artemis and Athena down the hall towards the elevator.

Athena looked at Artemis and winked. Once they established the room they would be operating from, they needed a warmup…and they already had a suitable plaything in mind.

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Arthur felt his muscles ache as Marsha grasped his cock with her vice like vagina. He felt lightheaded, like he had just run a marathon. Across broken glass.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, that was number 3. Impressive.” Marsha whispered in his ear as she bounced up and down on his cock.

The rest of the class had descended into a full out orgy. There was no constructive learning going on now. Tso and Amar were off in their own world, the latter spooning the former with slow and steady strokes as she locked eyes with him, not wanting to lose the deep connection they had formed. Franz and Fiona transitioned from exploring Fiona’s fullest capabilities in anal sex to joining Marlin, Henry, Carol, and Chelsea in a six some, the muscle-bound Austrian exchanging his trademark workout boosting phrases as fast as he switched between the three woman’s orifices, guiding Marlin and Henry to follow his motions in a spirited bout of tantric circuit training.

That left Misty and Jenna on their own, with Misty sitting on Jenna’s face as her best friend greedily lapped at her vagina. Fully zoned out as her mind was broiling over.

ENOUGH, you stupid fucking bimbo bitch!

Oh come on Veenee, I know you love the taste of some good ass pussy! We are each other after all!

We are nothing alike! I am perfection! You are some sex doll fantasy from a twisted inferior mind. AND MY NAME IS VENUS!

I know silly, you only yelled it, like, a gazillion times in the last five minutes. Maybe if you stopped yelling your name and just enjoy eating out Misty, you can calm down and stop being so lame!

Jenna herself was fully committed to making sure Misty came multiple times. The drive to please her partner overriding everything else, even her own mother fucking Arthur not 4 feet away from her.

Arthur grimaced as Marsha now rotated her hips, rotating his cock in a figure 8 motion. He had to fully embrace his willpower to stop himself from unleashing a torrent of semen all over Marsha. She was pulling out every trick in the book, talking to him in a velvet rich and sensual tone as she just performed sexual decathlons on him. Goading him to cum, saying she wouldn’t be surprised if he did. He persisted though, he wasn’t going to keep hiding anymore, and he needed Marsha to see his uncle held no sway over his soul.

“You like that Magnus? You like how I can twist your cock inside me, so you touch every. Single. Part of me? Don’t you want to claim it? Come on, you can coat every part of my womb with your seed. Claim it like your uncle wanted.”

“That sounds amazing Marsha, but we still have two more to go for you, and I am a man of my word. So, why don’t we get to the main event now?” He wrapped his hands around Marsha and stood up. Arthur grabbed Marsha by the Ass and began to thrust up into her, bounding her off his hips with wet slaps.

Marsha gasped as she wrapped her hands around Arthur’s shoulders. She gasped as she felt the tip of his cock reach all the way on each upward thrust, tapping her G-spot just enough to cause her eyes to lose focus.

“Oh. Fuck. Mag. Fuck. Ar. Thur. That. JUST. RIGHT!” She gasped in rhythm with each thrust.

The longer you let us lay here with this whore on top of us, the more mother takes away! Don’t you see how she is claiming him?!? HE SHOULD BE OUR COCK TO FUCK. We are so much better than her! We are nothing like her!

Oh calm down Veenee, that yummy cock will be there when we are done making Misty a puddle of cum!

ENOUGH OF THIS.

Jenna’s eyes twitched as she felt the dripping flow of Misty’s cum on her face. Focusing on Arthur and Marsha.

Misty didn’t notice that Jenna stopped licking her clit, as she was now fully cum drunk. She might as well have been in Cleveland as far as her focus right now. Jenna had done nothing but ensure that she felt orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until she felt her brain melt. Even the scene she felt today was nothing like what Jenna just made her feel. It was another level.

Jenna pushed Misty backwards as she flopped onto the couch, still trapped in the buzz of pleasure that came from within, from beyond the two voices fighting in her head. She lazily turned her head as her mother cried out.

Arthur grimaced as Marsha’s nails dug into his back, orgasm number four rocketing through her body. She panted and yelped as Arthur didn’t let a moment pass, laying her down on the couch and beginning to rapidly pump into her.

“Marsha, I am not going to lie, I can’t hold back for much longer.” He grunted.

“Oh oooooOOOH! Feeling the urge ARE we?” Marsha panted, trying not to give away that she was now fully enjoying the shit out of this sex session.

“Yes, but, I want to feel you cum with me…what do you want me to do to make you cum at the same time? You want proof I am a better man then Mathias, tell me what you need.”

Marsha looked Arthur right in the eyes…She saw the truth in them…the need to meet and match a partner in pleasure. An equity and equality that only the best lovers could have.

“Kiss me, and go slow, long strokes, let me feel you fill me.” She whispered into his ear.

He gladly leaned in and met Marsha’s lips, stopping his rapid thrusts, and slowing down to sensual strokes, feeling the deep moan enter his own mouth from within Marsha. They were close.

Jenna watched and automatically began to masturbate. The sight of the bliss before her triggering her own desires.

No, NO, NOOOOOO! HIS CUM IS OURS!

Venus finally lurched forward, returning to control, and shoved Arthur off Marsha, right as both orgasms were about to commence.

Arthur yelped in surprise as he hit the floor hard, feeling the pain go up and down his side as he rolled onto his back. His eyes finally refocused in time to see Jenna leap forward and fully inhale his cock to the hilt, rage in her eyes.

“Jenna! What the hell are you doing!” Marsha exclaimed in shock as she watched her daughter slurp on Arthur’s cock with no sensuality at all. Any attempt by Arthur to stop her was met with a forceful slap and an even more aggressive motion.

Arthur, finally placed his hand on her forehead and shoved back forcing his cock out of Jenna’s mouth and allowing him to scramble backwards.

“Where do you think you are going fuck boy? We are not finished, not by a long shot.” Venus growled.

“Jenna! Please listen to me, you can’t just interrupt partners like that, there must be consent…”

“SHUT UP. SHUT. THE FUCK. UP. You think you are so high and mighty, don’t you? Taking the best cock all for yourself? Always had to have the best, always had to be the best, didn’t you? All our lives you flaunted yourself to everyone you could see, you and dad, living idols, to be worshiped. Well, Mother, things have changed around here, and soon I will be the one who makes you look inferior!”

Whoaaaaa Veenee ok, way to harsh the fuckin vibe.

“Jenna…I…I don’t…Why?” Marsha stammered, her cool and calm exterior melting in the heat of her daughter’s anger. For the first time in years, Marsha McPherson felt like that Dartmouth grad. Like she was nothing.

“JUST STAY OUT OF MY WAY. I have a cock to fuck! And for the last time, MY NAME. IS VEN…” She began to exclaim, interrupted by Misty who strode over and cocked back, slapping Jenna in the face, hard.

Arthur and Marsha looked at Misty bug eyed. Jenna stumbled back, tripped over one of the chairs and landed on the floor on her ass. Her she began to gingerly rub her face, a red handprint appearing.

“Wha…Misty?” Jenna murmured.

The class stopped in their tracks at the sound of the slap, an awkward silence falling on everyone. Tso looked at Amar with apologetic eyes as she got up to join Misty.

“Jenna, we want to help you! We promised each other to stick together here, but you have been hiding in your lab, insisting everything is fine…clearly it isn’t.” Misty said as Jenna sat slowly on one of the couches.

“But, everything is…” Jenna stammered. She was about to say fine…but couldn’t find the word. She felt alone. The arguing voices of Venus and the bubbly one conspicuously absent, maybe rocked silent by the sudden slap.

“It isn’t fine Jenna,” Tso whispered as she sat next to her, “Ever since you helped me finish my ideal self you have been acting erratically. I know you have been going to your room every night with Beth’s assistant Wendy, and the late nights in your lab, the insane notes all over the walls?”

Jenna was staring into space, the empty feeling inside growing larger and larger. She then looked up and saw Arthur slowly getting to his feet. Arthur Mathis, the first boy who would really talk to her without calling her a nerd or saying she was adopted by her parents. He had a look of concern on his face as well, as well as a look of consternation.

She slowly began to replay what led to this in her head. Seeing her mom and dad in their room fucking other people. Her mother telling her about the factory. Getting Tso and Misty to come with her. Wendy. Venus. Aphrodite. Her mother sucking Arthur’s cock. On that thought, Jenna made eye contact with Marsha, who had her hands over her mouth, eyes tearing up. Venus and her rant came to her memory, the thoughts ones she herself had when she was younger, thoughts that she thought could be erased by coming here.

Uhhhhhhh why has everybody stopped fuckin?

HOW…How did I lose control?!

“Shut up…” Jenna said quietly under her breath.

“Jenna. Please. If you need help just talk to us.” Tso said as Misty sat down on the other side of her.

“We are worried about you. Arthur is worried about you. Your m…Marsha is worried.”

WHO CARES! A goddess does not take opinions from rutting animals in the gutter! The only thing that matters is becoming the most desired thing on the planet. A **** of nature for all of you to kneel to! My gaze should make you cum!!! You should beg to feel love from me! To serve me! I will be PERFECTION.

Blah blah blaaaaaaah. Veenee you are such a drag. All we need to be is the sexiest, sluttiest…ummmm…what’s that word…OH…most FUCKTASTIC bimbo ever! Empty our heads and let all the cock and pussy come to us! Use us and cover us in yummy cum!

“Shut. UP!” Jenna said a little louder.

“Jenna please. Listen to them. I don’t know what is going through your head right now, and I know I am not really one to insist on anything, but Wendy can’t be trusted. She is in service of somebody who only wants to hurt you. If you are feeling any different then we need to talk to Dr. Robbie and Nicoletta right away.” Arthur insisted as he started to get dressed. If he had to take her to the docs himself, he would.

Hurt me?! What your uncle did RENEWED ME! Once I change my body and mind into my proper image, I should thank him by having HIM be my first conquest. Show him that I can’t be controlled! HAVE HIM CALL ME MASTER!

His cock is probably the bomb too. We can definitely fuck that, but one cock forever and ever. Blegh. BOOOOOORING! I do agree we need to upgrade a bit though, maybe some nice titties, plump lips, a nice juicy ass, get some of your little robo thingies to make us some rocking abs and legs! MMMMMMMN yea! Then we can finally be what the world always wanted us to be, just like mommy!

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!!!” Jenna screamed as she clutched her head, pushed Misty and Tso aside and ran up the row and out of the classroom, still fully nude.

“Damn it! Well, don’t just stand there meathead, go after her!” Misty cursed at Arthur as she scrambled to get her clothing on and chucked Tso’s clothing at her after shoving aside a stunned Amar.

Arthur nodded and charged up and out the door. He didn’t know what was going on in Jenna’s head, but it had Mathias written all over it. It was time to bring everything out in the open, he had to help Jenna before it was too late.

“Marsha? MARSHA!” Misty yelled at the still stunned woman sitting with her face in her hands.

“Wha…Misty? I…I don’t know what…”

“Come with us, please, we can explain later, but right now we need you to be that boss ass bitch we knew growing up. We need Marsha fucking Franklin.” Misty said as Tso grabbed her heels and began to run barefoot out of the classroom.

She didn’t know if it was Misty’s sudden assertiveness that brought her back to the moment, or just the sheer will of motherhood throwing all her alarm bells on at the same time, but Marsha snapped out of her shock and shot up.

“Go, I will be right behind you.” Marsha said, making Misty wince with the sudden energy she displayed.

Misty turned and sprinted out. Marsha threw on her clothing and followed suit.

“Well…was that…part of the lesson?” A stunned Henry uttered finally as the rest of the group sat in silence for a moment.

“I don’t know…but I do know one thing, we need to find out what Tso did to look like that, because I want in!” Fiona exclaimed, stretching her cum covered body, satisfied.

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Wendy fast walked up to the private apartments, adjusting her quickly put together tank top and cloth booty shorts. She was in the middle of packing her things when she got the alumni request on her watch. She cursed as she finished sitting on top of a bulging suitcase full of sex toys and slutty outfits, the worst time to get one of these was when you were prepping to run.

Once she was done, she was planning on finding her Mistress and convincing her to come with her. If Athena was on her way here, then they needed to be as far away from here as possible. Wendy never met Mathias’s right hand beyond seeing her in passing glances when she would accompany him from place to place, but Wendy was aware of her function in Master’s world, and what happened to the slaves she “corrected.”

She knew what she would do to her, but she shuddered to think what she would do to her Mistress if they met. However, she could not rouse suspicion. One quick fuck session and then right back to escaping.

She arrived at the apartment and knocked on the door, adjusting her tits to pop out, getting into the zone. She was at base level a graduate after all, she had to make sure she was ready to share pleasure.

The door opened and Wendy was stunned. The woman in front of her was tall, athletic, and gorgeous. She wore nothing but a yellow silk robe that was barely containing her protruding chest, her nipples the only holding the fabric on her yoked-out curves. She had a perfect face, framed by a main of red hair, styled with a shaved undercut on one side.

Wendy snapped back as the amazon in the door smirked at her stunned reaction.

“Oh, where are my manners, you must be Rebecca?”

“The one and only, come on in.” Artemis said invitingly as she let Rebecca walk through the door, shutting it and subtly closing the dead bolt behind her.

“So, I would be happy to fulfill any of your needs, we always want to make sure our past graduates are treated to the highest degree…and it looks like you have already gotten comfortable, you are gorgeous by the way.”

“Oh stop, I just like to be as…natural as possible.” Artemis said as she let the robe slide off her body onto the floor, standing fully nude in front of Rebecca.

“Naughty too…we can work with that…so, where would you like to start?” Rebecca said as she also stripped off her tank top, letting her own breasts fall free.

“Well, I was thinking a little oral sex is in some order. I am so pent up and frankly I just need to release.”

“Alright, lay down on the bed and I will make sure your pussy is taken care of baby.” Rebecca said, feeling the chemistry of the room, taking this moment to have a nice sex session while she had it.

“Oh…sorry, my mistake, I wasn’t talking about that. Hold on, let me get more, comfortable.”

Artemis engaged her core and thrust forward with her hips, letting out a moan of joy as her cock shot from her privates to full erect status, glistening with precum and throbbing with each pulse. Rebecca went from horny to horrified instantly, screaming in terror at the sight before her and falling backwards.

“What’s the matter Wendy? Don’t you love a nice thick cock? Bimbo slut slaves like you can’t turn it down, right? That is who you were made to be. A tight wet sleeve for a thick. Long. Cock!” Rebecca maniacally growled at her while stroking herself, letting droplets of precum leak from her tip and using it to lubricate her member.

“YOU. WHAT…GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!” Wendy screamed as she attempted to bolt for the door. She failed though, as she felt a hand wrap around her neck from behind and pull her into a **** hold. She felt another pair of massive breasts on her back, and a very sensual chuckle before a voice whispered into her ear.

“How rude, to address your superior as a freak. Perfection stands before you and you insult her? How very naughty of you. ****.”

Wendy’s eyes went wide, trying to gasp for air so she could scream. That voice. Athena.

“I told you she would react like this my love. These common sluts aren’t ready for the gift you gave me.” Artemis said as she walked closer to the two, relishing in Wendy’s panicked eyes as she looked down at Artemis’s still engorged cock.

“Oh, don’t worry. She will fall in line, they all do. Wont you, Cheshire?” Athena whispered again into Wendy’s ear.

In an instant, Wendy stopped struggling. Her body went limp in Athena’s arms. A mental fog rushed forth, a subliminal trigger, one programmed into every **** of Mathias, known only by Mathias and Athena herself. One that serves as a soft reset of sorts.

“So, what now?” Artemis said as Athena sat Wendy down on the bed, who now only stared blankly at the wall.

“What now? Well, we are going to let her sit for a while so her tiny little **** brain remembers who is in charge here, should only take an hour or so. Then we find this Jenna girl and leave.”

“So soon though? You saw the people here, right? So many delectable little sluts to fuck.” Artemis said, accompanied by a twitch of her cock.

“You are adorable my love, there will be plenty of time to have some fun on the trip to my little secret hideaway. No better time to introduce Jenna and Wendy to their future, to the cocks they soon will sport themselves.”

“But I am horny nooooooow.” Artemis whined as she arched her back. Athena chuckled as she grabbed Artemis and brought her up to the edge of the bed, she winked at her mate and swallowed her entire cock in a single swoop, pumping up and down her perfect member in a rapid rhythm.

"Darling, I did say we had an hour before Wendy here comes back to reality. Plus, why do you think I made her pliable?" Athena said as she snapped her fingers, making Wendy turn her head to the two amazons.

"Wendy, my friend and I are going to play for a while, and then we are going to spit roast you. Fill you with our cum. Make sure you feel every single pulse of our perfect forms. What you are going to feel today is the new human, one that you will do anything to achieve as well. Now just sit back and watch." She sighed as she went back to letting Artemis fuck her throat.

Artemis laughed and relished in the sensation of her cock being slathered in spit and enveloped in Athena’s pulsating mouth and throat. Wendy on the other hand, just continued to stare into space. In her head, she was panicking.

She was too late, Athena was here, and even her mistress might not be enough to stop her.

Note From Ted: Ok I am closing up part 4 with the next chapter. Then part five which will be wrapping up the story and writing some short epilogues for all the characters. In all honesty I didn’t expect this many people to be invested in the story, this whole thing just started out as a way for me to vent some imagination while watching some porn one night. I want to do this right though, and I hope the ending (or endings) I have in mind are up to your expectations. Have a great holiday season everyone!