Head towards the voices

You’re ready to confront whoever is up ahead, confident in the **** that comes with your new body. As you approach the next turn though, you can hear what the voices are saying and you pause to eavesdrop.

“I don’t care, it’s ‘volante’ now. She wants all of them changed,” a woman’s voice says. It sounds like Katja.

“Just because of a couple haywire slaves? How’s that going to solve anything?” another woman’s voice answers.

“It probably won’t, but these are the procedures. Sometimes it’s better to cover our own asses than actually solve the problem.”

You can hear them begin to walk away from you. You peer out and see Katja and another blonde walking away. Their steps are nearly synchronized and watching their firm round asses move side to side nearly lulls you into a trance. You wait until they disappear and then run in the opposite direction. At last you see a sign that looks like it’s pointing to some sort of exit. Your heart races from the thought of success.

It’s short lived as you hear someone running up behind you. You turn around to see Elana and she yells at you to stop.

You allow her to catch up and hear what she has to say, but you keep moving in the direction of the exit.

“You don’t remember do you?” she tries to look you in the eyes but you’re still on your escape mission.

“Our project, there was a problem with the upload, it erased you, for now at least. I’m close to a solution. You’ll know who you are again. But I need you here for that.”

You almost stop.

“Our project?” You asked shocked that you had something to do with this place.

“It was your idea,” she says, still not realizing she’s talking to a complete stranger. Should you trust her? Do you want yourself back if you were working with Elana here?

“So what am I supposed to do?” you ask, turning a corner.

As soon as you say it, an elevator pops into your field of vision. You start moving faster.

“Wait, there’s no point!” says Elana, struggling once again to keep up.

“If you escape then the first time you orgasm, you’ll be right back here. These tools were meant for orgasm control so it’s somehow acting as a switch. I’ve figured out how to track which **** you end up in, but can’t stop the jumps.”

She has a point, but there’s now potential freedom in front of you. You can go long enough without an orgasm to get to the police and shut this place down before you end up back here.

You sprint toward the elevator, now 30 meters and closing. But the doors open before you get there. Three guards, surprised at the sight of you rushing towards them , exit the elevator and start running to meet you, stun guns at the ready.

“Sleep!” they yell, almost in unison.

You’ve come too far now. You maintain speed and plow into the guard on the left, sending her flying. It’s not without cost as another is able to stun you. The jolt hits you after two steps and you trip. You’re staggered but not done; it will take a lot more than that to take down your hulking mass. When the second guard comes up to stun you again, you push off the floor and propel into her, knocking her off her feet.

The third guard moves in but you block her stungun with your hand, sending a jolt of ice up your arm. You shove her hard back overtop of the second guard, still recovering on the floor. There’s nothing between you and the elevator now. You push the button, but nothing happens. You press it again. Nothing. Elana comes up behind you. She says a word, then “I’m sorry.”

You feel an immediate rush of blood to your groin. Fully erect and pulsating, you drop to your knees. You’re trying to concentrate, but you can feel an orgasm building inside you faster and faster. You’re **** now. Elana watches you with sadness in her eyes. You must look confused and betrayed to her.

Your dick is leaking as you fumble for the elevator button one last time. Then your semen bursts forth and consciousness fades.