Chapter 7: The Man In The Dark Tower

Wendy babbled incoherently as she felt his cock penetrate her ass repeatedly. The anal enhancement truly was one of the best enhancements yet, as her muscles were so in key with her master’s strokes in and out, that there was never a moment where her nerves were not on sexual fire.

Usually, she did not go for anal twice in one day, she could take cock in her pussy anytime sure, but today was a special exemption. Earlier in the day she remembered showing up to the guest apartments after getting a graduate request notification and how she almost came immediately when she walked in to see Bob Franklin, completely nude and hard.

He was a man of his word. She got to take a full graduate fuck session with one of the most known graduates ever. His cock opened parts of her that she never thought of opening before. She agreed immediately when he offered to fuck her in the ass, she was so cum drunk that it was almost a nonstarter. They went at it for the whole night, her olive skin and currently c-cup natural tits soaked with sweat and love, feeling his cum fill her to the brim with each passing hour. He let her stay overnight when they were done, a true gentleman.

He also was a talker. He liked to share a connection with the woman he fucked. A sure sign of a prime grade graduate. He told Wanda about his wife Marsha and how Wanda was sharing a similar progression with her deepthroating. He talked about how great the app was, and promised her to give her glowing recommendations, a surefire way of getting her to the top of the list for her desired upgrades. He also talked about his daughter, Jenna, and how she could soon join as a Graduate, and how he thought Wanda and her would get along wonderful.

The next morning came, and after a fantastic blowjob and cum, Bob Franklin got dressed, packed his bags, wished Wendy a good day and best of luck on her remaining education and left to catch his flight back east. Wanda then called in for a PTO day, as any would expect after riding one of the most memorable cocks ever and caught an Uber outside the gates of The Factory.

Normally, no Graduate can leave the property of The Factory until they graduate, to ensure secrecy and to focus completely on building that Graduate into pinnacle class studs and sluts without distraction. Wanda was also technically an employee of The Factory, so she could make trips outside of the facility to make deliveries, pick up mail, etc. Normally she would do that and go right back, but today, the Uber stopped in front of a tall skyscraper, completely covered in black glass. Wendy, in an old-fashioned trench coat, walked into the Lobby and straight to the executive elevator. The guard did not even look up, as if he recognized her immediately.

Wanda rode the elevator all the way to the top of the skyscraper, which housed a single office that looked over the vast Los Angeles skyline. She walked over to the large black desk right under those windows to a single chair that was turned with its back to her.

“Stop.” A deep voice commanded

Wendy stopped in her tracks. The voice reverberated off the walls as she waited for her next command. A large hand reached over from beyond the chair and pressed a button. Large automatic shutters began to scroll down and cover the big windows, partially shadowing the massive room with sharp patterns.

“Strip.” The voice continued.

Wendy removed the trench coat and threw it onto the ground. Other than that, she wore nothing else.

“Good, you are learning. Come here.” The voice continued as she saw the other hand make a gesture.

Wendy walked around the chair to see him. A mountain of a man, completely nude, sat in the executive chair. He was halfway in shadow, so she could not see most of his face as usual, but she could see his cock hard and standing erect.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He growled as he grabbed the back of her head and impaled her mouth on his cock, guiding her head up and down. She let it happen. Ever since he came to The Factory for a checkup a year ago, she was devoted to him. She was his ****. His toy. To be used and fucked to his heart’s content. And she loved it. Wendy always had a master kink, and she had finally found one worthy enough to claim her. She happily volunteered to be broken by him. He bankrolled her upcoming enhancements; thanks to him she was becoming more and more perfect. Soon she would be his ultra slut, his prime concubine at his right hand.

“So, my little bird, tell me of this news you have for me?” He asked as he pulled her off his dick.

“Bob Franklin came to the factory yesterday. He visited Beth and Dr. Williams. It was about his daughter, Jenna. She is being considered as a potential candidate for the Graduation program. She also might be working on a project for them while attending. Something that could help The Factory. He didn’t give specifics but was leaving today to fly back with her welcome package to try and get her on board.” Wendy panted as she stroked his now lubricated cock.

He smiled and turned her around to sit on his lap.

“This is most interesting news, good work.” He whispered in her ear as he licked her face, eliciting a shudder of orgasm and glee.

He picked her up from the chair and pressed her against the window, placing the tip of his cock-head against her asshole and shoved it straight into her. Wendy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her conscious was replaced with jello as he shoved himself in and out of her.

“I want you to keep your ear to the ground about what is going on with the dear Franklins and if their daughter decides to follow in her parents footsteps. To keep suspicion down, correspond with just coded text for now.”

Wendy whined incoherently, the thought of being without his dick inside of her for a long period of time made her terribly sad.

“Oh don’t worry my dear,” He reassured her, “I am very proud of you, this is something I have been waiting a long time for. You are going to play an integral part in what is to come, and if you keep succeeding, maybe next time we meet it will be in my bed at home and not in my office, and you will be transformed into the best slut The Factory has ever made.”

Wendy came. Hard. She just nodded her head over and over as she kept quaking out of pleasure.

Continuing to thrust, the man looked out over the skyline before him, and a dark smile appeared on his face.

“Bob Franklin. Marsha McPherson. At last, I have found a way to make you pay. I can’t wait to meet this darling daughter of yours.” He chuckled maniacally as he filled Wendy with a soul shattering blast of cum.

Bob Franklin parked his 1969 Dodge Challenger in his bay of the garage. He was wiped, plane travel always took a lot out of him, even before his training at The Factory. He knew that Marsha was planning on going out to get some groceries to cook Sunday dinner and Jenna was most likely to join her, so maybe he would have the bed and shower to himself for a while.

He grabbed his suitcase and the welcome package from the trunk and turned to walk into the house.

“Babe, Jenna? I am back.” He called out as he walked into the kitchen. No response.

He shrugged his shoulders as he walked up the stairs, really looking forward to the nice hot shower and nap that was awaiting him. In his grogginess, he failed to notice the sweatshirt lying on the ground next to the kitchen island, or the large dildo that lay in the sink, and the boathouse lights being on in the distance, he was only thinking about bed. He dropped the suitcase and package in his room, where he noticed a lone dildo laying on the ground.

“Marsha, my dear, how many times do I have to remind you to put your toys away.” He chuckled as he picked it up. It was sticky.

“And to clean them too.” He groaned as he walked into the bathroom, tossing the dildo into the shower so he could clean it off for her. He stripped and stepped under the water, the warmth hitting his plane weary bones exactly right. It was not long before he felt a bump and looked down to see his cock was now erect and pressed against the wall of the shower. Without even a second thought, he started to stroke. He didn’t remember the last time he jacked off himself, Marsha and her need to be filled kept that aspect at bay. Yet he almost found himself falling into a little state of serenity in the soft strokes up and down his dick.

He remembered the times when he did not have this gift. Before the Factory. Average sized is what he would call it. That feels like it was almost a lifetime ago, hell, he got his blood valve removed 2 years ago and that felt like a lifetime ago. Now he could just activate his erections on command, and that still felt weird to say, yet was just another thought now. He then had a sudden flash to Marsha. Even by himself he could not get her out of his mind. He imagined coming up behind her while she was making a meal and thrusting inside her from behind with just one go. Her mouth would gasp in and form an open smile as he would pull in and out, repeating the graceful copulation that they craved so many times before. She would pull back and kiss him deeply, as she came again and again from his touch.

SPLORCH!

His eyes shot open as his dick just cascaded ejaculate across the wall of the shower, rope after rope of cum just flying everywhere. Dammit, he forgot just how much he could spray, usually he just ends up inside Marsha, so he surprised himself with the Pollock amount of material he just painted his shower door with. Sighing, he cleaned up his mess, knowing that Marsha would give him shit for it if a single drop of loose cum stained her shower, dried off and laid down on the bed. He looked over at the welcome package sitting on the floor. Marsha would not like that, but Bob always liked to be prepared and it would be better to have a welcome plan in place then not. Knowing that he also shouldn't be half asleep when he sat down with Marsha and Jenna, he felt his eyelids get heavier and close and fell into a deep sleep.

Jenna felt herself rouse from a wonderful sleep. Her eyes slowly opened to the slowly setting sun hitting the ship-lap walls of the boathouse with a wash of amber and orange shades. She sat up in bed and was met with the smell of fresh cut flowers. She got up and opened the door of the room to find a sprawling field of Tulips stretching out as far as the eye could see. The wind carried their sweet fragrance across, it made the different colored flowers blow and sway like waves. Jenna, moved by some **** began to walk into the field, feeling the brush of the petals against her bare legs. Eventually she came upon a hill, covered in pink and violet flowers. On top of this hill stood a woman, she could not tell from here, but she could swear that she seemed familiar to her. She saw a hand reach out, and beckon her to come closer…

Jenna felt herself rouse from a wonderful sleep, for real this time. She blinked, trying to shake the after-effects of such a vivid dream. Who was that woman there on the hill? Why did she seem so familiar? Her thoughts were interrupted by slow movement next to her in the bed.

Her mother. Still Nude, was hugging her in an intertwined position under the covers.

Jenna, as she suddenly realized, was also nude as well.

And wet.