Chapter 10: Welcome to The Factory

The field of Tulips stretched out as far as the eye could see. An endless ocean of waving fronds and pedals. The sky was the shifting colors of twilight, fading from orange to red and purple. Jenna sat up in the field, overpowered by the smell of fresh cut flowers and grass. She stood, and looked around, taking in the immense plumage around her. Then, in the distance, a pinpoint of light appeared. She started walking, then jogging, then at a full sprint, going towards the light. After ages of just rushing past a collage of different colored flowers, Jenna reached the foot of a familiar hill. The light shone down from the precipice and swung in her direction like a lighthouse. As she climbed the hill, the light created a silhouette of someone, who gestured out to her. She could swear she could see a pair of eyes, cool, electric, meeting her gaze.

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Jenna shot out of her bed in a cold sweat. The smell of Tulips still fresh in her mind. It was 3:00 in the morning. The witching hour. That was not ominous at all.

It had been a month since she decided to take the jump and follow her parent’s footsteps, with Misty and Tso in tow. It took a month for all three of them to make the necessary medical appointments and gather the materials to send back to The Factory. Her mother also recommended that they start their own workout regiments to get in better shape. The ones at the factory apparently are a bit of a shock to those who come in unprepared. So, they returned to NYC and started the process. With all the requirements met and about a month of personal training in, they got the confirmation email, all three were accepted into The Factory, all that was left was to plan and pack.

Misty was ready to go, Tso was reluctantly also ready. Jenna though, kept having these dreams every other night. They all had the same theme. The tulips, the hill, the light, the figure, every time getting a little bit closer to the being calling out to her.

It was worrying, yet, also exciting. These dreams were mysterious, and unknown. Was it an omen of something to come? Was it a premonition? Was it just her brain shooting off random chemical reactions caused by stress and lack of sleep? That latter is what she would have said a month ago. Now, she is not so sure. There was also the little side effect of her waking up from these dreams insanely horny. In fact, she was overall getting more and more turned on with each passing dream. She could get herself off, that was not the issue, now it was trying to fall back asleep. The pangs of horny energy that swept through her body was making her sleep schedule worse.

She looked over at her dresser, picked up her phone, and dialed the only person she knew who she could talk to at 3:00 AM

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Back at Lustmoore, Marsha and Bob Franklin were lying in bed, naked as always, fresh off the usual nightly storm of sex. Marsha was roused from sleep by a soft vibrating sound coming from her desk.

“Must have left the vibrator on again.” She whispered as she slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake up Bob, snoozing with a big dumb I-just-got-fucked grin on his slumbering face. She walked over to find her phone lighting up with a call from Jenna. She turned around, decided not to wake Bob for this one, threw on a terrycloth bathrobe and slowly left the room.

“Jenna? What’s wrong tulip?” She said in a low tone as she shut the door and made her way downstairs.

“Hey Mom, nothing really, I just couldn’t sleep.” Jenna answered back, sitting up in bed with the covers around her.

“Must be your nerves, I know how you feel, I was so nervous right before I moved into The Factory for the first time.” She assured as she sat down in one of the plush armchairs surrounding the fireplace, the moonlight flickering off the lake and splashing into the living space.

“Maybe. I just. I just do not know how to still feel about this. On one hand I feel ready, but on the other hand I feel like I am not cut out for this.” Jenna replied.

“Why? Your test results came back with flying colors, so did your friends. Our credit line is set for them to use for the upgrades they want. When all is said and done, you are more than ready.” She said softly.

“It is not that I don’t think I am physically capable, but Beth kept saying in her letter that you guys are the greatest graduates of all time, how can I possibly hold a candle to that?” She asked as she felt the slickness between her legs return.

“Easy, become even greater. You have more tools at your disposal than your father and I had in ’88 and you are my daughter. You are going to smash this, and everybody else.” She giggled as she too started to feel a little moist between her legs.

“You make it sound so easy.”

“It won’t be easy. It might be the hardest thing you have ever done.” Marsha said back in a firm tone as she spread her legs slightly to feel the cool air on her clit and pussy.

Jenna remained silent at that. She had to get used to her Mom being this straight to the point with her, as her Graduate side came with cutting words.

“However, nobody I know was able to get three degrees in four years. So maybe this will fly by for you as well. Once you have your first big cock all that nervousness will melt away.” Marsha said as she was now slowly rubbing her clit, her cunt getting moist by the second.

“Right, first big cock.” Jenna trailed as her hand found her way down to her own nether region.

“Jenna?”

“Yea Mom?”

“Are you still thinking about our moment in the boat house?”

Jenna froze. Ever since that moment when she woke up to find herself entwined with her Mother, she dreaded confronting that fact that it happened. It was amazing, like nothing she ever felt before. It was a connection to her mother that ran deeper then their already wonderful relationship. Regardless though, it still felt a little off. That did not stop Jenna from inserting a finger into her pussy and slowly moving it in and out.

“Yea. I do. I don’t…”

“It’s ok. Don’t worry. Your father will never know, what happened will be our secret. Call it a mother – daughter pact.” Marsha reassured her as she was now two fingers into her own pussy, feeling the orgasm build within.

As if she felt her mother’s pleasure increasing, Jenna also began to pick up the pace.

“If I can give you one thing to hold on to my tulip, then let it be this. Remember how wonderful it felt when I was eating you out in the boathouse? Imagine what it will feel like when you come back as a full Graduate?” She shuddered as the thought sent her cum squirting across the living space.

Jenna came as well, falling back onto the bed with a silenced gasp, feeling the shudder in her hips as she orgasmed hard.

Marsha brought her fingers to her lips and tasted herself, giggling a bit as she heard Jenna gasp into the phone.

“That…that is something to hang on to...I’m sleepy now…I will talk to you soon.” Jenna said as she laid back under the covers, feeling the sudden lethargy of sleep take over, a little surer of herself and what was coming.

“Alright Jenna, sleep tight my tulip.” Marsha then hung up the phone and walked briskly up the stairs. She entered the bedroom, removed the robe, jumped up and landed perfectly impaling her pussy with her husband’s cock.

“zzzzzAHGKSAGEFHW HOLY CRAP!” Bob screamed as he was brought out of a dead sleep by a pulsing and pulling Graduate cunt.

“Shut up and lie there for a while baby. Mama needs some cum.” She said back as she began slamming herself down on his rod, moaning like a wild animal and getting filled with jizz until the sun started to break.

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The man looked out over the Los Angeles skyline, once again taking in the view that lay before him. All these little ants skittering around down below, they were too lost in their lives to realize what was happening at the top of the world. What powers they did not know of. What things they could not see.

He noted a soft giggle of glee as he glanced down to see Wendy Jensen lapping up another passive orgasm from him with her newly enhanced tongue. Over the course of the last two months, he spent no expense on his newest pet. She went from a normal first month graduate to a full-blown sexual vision. Long flowing hair, an extra three inches of height, a sculpted body, beautiful implants for her tits and ass, and the latest versions of the classic Factory throat, ass, and pussy surgeries. The **** cocktail from the factory, plus his own contribution, made her his perfect submissive slut and an important tool for the upcoming work.

But even the man had to admit, unlike her predecessors who sat before him, Wendy seemed to throw herself at him with the most voracious need. If she kept this up, she might just stay by his side longer than any other before.

Wendy started up again with round 7 when the man heard the executive elevator ding, and a younger man entered the office with a large pile of folders in his hands. He was around six foot, a little overweight, and had a mop of messy ginger hair. The younger man looked up and his eyes went wide.

“For the love of,” He stammered as he turned around to face away, “Uncle I told you that you need to warn me if you are, indisposed, before I come up here.”

“Nephew, you know that I don’t have the time of day to constantly make sure you know when and where I shall be fucking my assistant.” The man said with a dark tone as he felt Wendy shudder with glee upon him mentioning her.

“What if I was a business associate or a potential partner, what would they think if they saw the great Mathias Maximus in the middle of a coquette with some random woman?” the young man replied still turned away.

“Show some respect Boy. Wendy has earned her place at my side, and she has an important part to play in my plans for this company moving forward. Isn’t that right, my little bird?” Marcel said to her.

“Oh yes Master Mathias, I will do anything for you. Anything to keep coming back to this wonderful cock, those stupid bimbos at The Factory do not know a thing about me. I have been keeping it super-secret! I can’t wait until they find out about the wonderful plans you have for them.” Wendy said in a chipper voice as she continued to stroke Marcel’s massive dong.

The young man rolled his eyes. He always abhorred his Uncle’s lifestyle choices. Ever since he returned from a “extended vacation,” from this place called The Factory, and taking over his Grandfather’s company after his father passed away, it has been nothing but predatory capitalism and a revolving door of more and more insanely buxom “assistants,” all of them graduates of this Factory. Wendy was the latest, and he was sure she would not be the last. However, for all his flaws, his uncle did turn around the company and made it into a global pharmaceutical powerhouse. In short, he held everybody’s leash around here, so the young man had to keep his mouth shut despite his disdain.

“I got you all the paperwork you asked for. Blood tests, transcripts, credit score, all of it” The young man said, averting his eyes while he set the bundle of files down on the desk.

“Oh, good, exceptionally good. Congratulations Magnus.” Marcel said with a proud and sinister smile.

Magnus. He hated that name. It was the name Mathias gave when he adopted him after his parents passed away when he was a child. Magnus Maximus. It sounded like a name given to a rookie porn actor on his first day. Maximus wasn’t even their real last name; it was his that he took on after becoming a “Graduate.”

“Congratulations? On what?” Magnus asked as he continued to ignore Wanda and her noisy slobbering.

“For becoming the latest approved applicant for the Graduate program at The Factory. I am enormously proud of you.” Marcel said back in a very deep sing song kind of way.

“What?! You are mad Uncle; I have no desire to go to whatever place produced you and your assistants. You have no right to just sign me up for this and expect me to go through with it!” He snapped, he never snapped at Mathias before, but this was line crossed. Mathias smirked, still being tended to by Wendy as he lit a cigar.

“Originally I would not have sent you at all. However, Times have changed. You are Magnus Maximus, my sole heir to all of this,” He said as he gestured to the huge office space that occupied the top of the company skyscraper, “No ordinary men will ever run this company again, we will always have a Maximus, a Maximus of Graduate stock at the head of the table. That means you. Plus, I have a task for you when you are on the inside.” He puffed his cigar as he casually came all over Wendy’s tits, her squeals of delight echoing around the chamber.

“I want no part of this! I refuse!” He now shouted. Mathias removed his cock from Wendy’s hands, making her whine in sadness. He walked around to the front of the desk and loomed over Magnus, putting it back into his perspective how impressively terrifying his Uncle was.

“May I remind you of some, indiscretions, that I pulled several strings to make disappear? It would be a shame if the federal government were to bust down somebody’s door for tax evasion, fraud, and counterfeit checks, if you get my point.” He leered with unblinking eyes that almost appeared to glow in the dark room.

Magnus looked down at his feet. Tt was true he got caught in a scheme he had no way out of, and his Uncle had to bail him out. For all his supposed freedom at the company, he was always reminded that Mathias had him squarely under his thumb.

“Now, you will go to The Factory. You will attend classes. You will be enhanced into the image this company needs. Don’t think of trying to fool me there either. Wendy will track your progress, right my little bird?”

Wendy hopped up from behind the desk and sauntered over to Magnus. Her body was covered in cum, her hair askew from the hours of fornication.

“That’s right little Magnus. I am going to be your fuck guide!” She giggled as she purposefully leaned into his space, getting dangerously close to dripping his Uncle’s jizz onto his suit jacket. Magnus jerked back from her.

“Awwwww, is poor little Magnus afraid of a little cum? That will change in time, before you know it you will be sticking your cock in my pussy and filling me with that Maximus seed.” She moaned as she spread her pussy lips right in front of him. She blew him a kiss as she skipped back to his Uncle and drew him into a slovenly kiss.

“Just to show you that this is for your own good and that I genuinely care for your well-being Magnus, if you go through the program and succeed, all will be forgiven. You have my word.” Mathias said with a grandiose gesture as he groped Wendy in front of him.

Magnus winced. As perverted as his Uncle was, when he gave you his word, that was his genuine promise. He rarely said that to anybody. Magnus thought that it was something he held onto from his previous life. Before Maximus. Before The Factory. He was backed into a corner, Magnus had no other choice.

“Fine. I’ll play your game Uncle.” He relented.

“Good, now go home. I am putting you on extended leave as of this moment. A personal trainer will also be showing up to your door, we must have you in shape before you get there. Wendy will relay all information about my plans when you arrive. Now, go.” He finished as he waved him off.

Magnus turned and briskly walked to the executive elevator, unsure of what was to come.

“He is certainly a rambunctious young man, don’t you think Wendy?” Mathias asked as he glanced down at her.

“Uh Huh Master, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure that he is all settled, cozy, and nicely fucked. He will come around to your way of thinking in no time.” She dutifully recited to him.

“Excellent, now, it is almost time to send you back. We can’t have those idiots suspecting you now do we, but, before I send you down to the car,” He said as he pulled Wendy up and laid her down onto his desk into a Missionary position, “Let us test out this new pussy of yours.”

Marcel then bottomed out inside of her, feeling her pussy walls ripple and pull while she screamed incoherently. He smiled wickedly as his pet moaned and called out his name.

Soon they all would call out his name

Soon they would all belong to Mathias Maximus.

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“Jenna, are you sure this is the place?” Misty asked as she removed the last suitcase from the trunk of the Uber.

“This was the address in the confirmation email.” Jenna replied as she too looked on with a puzzled look.

Jenna, Misty, and Tso finally arrived in Los Angeles after two months of dieting and physical therapy. They toned up a little more then they thought and felt fitter than they had in a while. Bob and Marsha drove them to Newark Liberty, gave them each a wrapped gift (not to be opened until they are in your rooms), and sent them off. The Uber driver picked them up and dropped them off at their destination.

Their destination though, did not exactly pop the “life altering sex university” vibe.

It was more of the abandoned warehouse vibe. As in it was literally an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere on the coast outside of LA.

“Are you sure this is right?” Tso asked the Uber driver as he shut the trunk.

“Yea, it is. You guys are not the first people I dropped off here. All you got to do is go up to that door over there,” he said as he gestured to the red door on the right side of the warehouse nearest to the gate, “Open it up and go inside. I waited here a few times while people checked it out and it all seemed legit.”

“People walking into a warehouse in the middle of nowhere and not coming out is legit to you?” Misty snapped back and shot a look of disdain back at the driver.

“They came back out and told me it is the right place, plus I know other drivers who give people rides back from here so obviously it is OK, relax and have a nice day.” He said as he pulled a u-turn and drove off back down the dirt road to the highway.

“Asshole, no five stars for you.” Misty said as she tapped a sternly worded complaint into the app.

Jenna turned and looked at the red door, of all the roadblocks that had come up so far, she was not about to let a door stop her now. She grabbed her bag and marched forward. Misty and Tso shared a look as they fell in behind. They reached the door and peered through the dusty window. It was just an empty warehouse, with light shining in from the upper windows and the occasional seagull cawing from the rafters, save for something stationed on the far wall of the building. It looked like another door, with a desk situated next to it. Jenna pushed it open, and the door swung in with a loud creaking noise.

“See, this is the part where we call the Uber back and we don’t get hacked into pieces by a meat hook wielding hillbilly.” Tso said, obviously nervous.

“Oh relax you scaredy cat, besides you got me here to protect you!” Misty bragged as she flexed in a bodybuilder pose.

Jenna had already stepped inside the warehouse, with the other two walking in and closing the door behind them.

They looked around at the open space within the building, the smell of old metal meeting their noses. For a minute they were lost in what to do next, but then Jenna looked at the other door she saw and the desk. Sitting on top of it was a large touchscreen computer, completely new, of this year, and unlike its surroundings free of dust.

“Well, that looks out of place don’t you think?” Jenna said as she approached the computer. Misty and Tso cautiously followed as Jenna gave the electronic a once over. As she reached out to touch it, the screen immediately lit up, causing all three to jump back.

“IDENTIFICATION PLEASE” A robotic voice chimed as an outline of a hand appeared on the screen.

The three friends stared at the thing for a moment, caught in the initial shock.

“IDENTIFICATION PLEASE” The voice chimed again.

Jenna looked at her friends, shrugged her shoulders, and placed her hand in the outline on the panel.

“SCANNING.” The voice said as a light bar rolled across the outline.

“APPLICANT: JENNA FRANKLIN, CONFIRMED. REMAINING TWO INDIVIDUALS. IDENTIFICATION PLEASE.” The voice continued to chime.

Misty and Tso placed their hands on the panel to similar results.

“APPLICANT STATUS CONFIRMED” The voice said as the screen went dark. The door next to the desk split open, to reveal the inside of an elevator.

The three friends gathered up their things and entered the elevator, the doors closing behind them. They felt the lift engage and the cart start to travel downward.

“Of course, the warehouse is a ruse, classic bond villain shit right there!” Misty remarked as the elevator chugged along.

“How about we do not bring up evil lairs as we descend the mystery elevator to what feels like a lair?” Tso replied as she leaned against the wall.

“Relax guys, we know we are in the right place, we just have to be prepared.” Jenna said, herself completely unsure of what was to come next. After what felt like 5 minutes, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.

Before them was an elegantly furnished and designed waiting room, with plush couches and two massive carved wooden doors on the opposite wall. To their right were two huge bay windows that showed the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The facility must be built into the coastline itself. To their left was a portrait of five men and two women, dressed in medical garb typical of the early 1960’s. The plaque underneath read, “Founders” in elegant script.

“So…what now?” Tso said as a slow silence fell in the room.

Jenna then heard a distant noise, like the click clacking of heels against tile. Suddenly the two wood doors were thrown open. Standing there was a woman, with vibrant and glossy red hair that fell to the middle of her back. On her lower body, she was wearing white dress slacks with flared legs and matching six-inch heels which made her impressive ass and waist pop. While on her upper body she wore a Calvin Kline bralette that allowed her to show off her insane midriff and barely contained what Jenna assumed to be a pair of DDD breasts at least, nipples poking through the fabric and a very impressive valley of cleavage. The look was completed with a women’s blazer, that was cut tight to hug her curves even when opened. She looked at the three and began to smile.

“Ah there you are! I was expecting you to arrive a little later, excuse the hasty outfit.” She said in a chipper tone as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

If this look was hasty then all three of them looked like garbage people by comparison.

“Um, Yes, our flight came in a little earlier than usual.” Jenna stammered as she caught herself looking at their host’s erect nipples and beautiful face.

“Well, that is just perfect, no matter though, I will still be able to give you the tour anyway,” She giggled as she strut into the room.

“That is all and good, but um, who are you exactly?” Jenna finally asked, that should have been question number one.

“Oh shit, how rude of me, I got caught up in the excitement I forgot to introduce myself!” She said as she walked over to Jenna and reached out her hand, “Jenna, Misty, Tso, I am Beth Scottsdale, Head of Curriculum.”

“Oh, yes you sent me that wonderful letter, thank you!” Jenna said as she reached out to clasp Beth’s finely manicured hand.

With a sudden gentle quickness, Beth pulled Jenna into her and gave her a very wet kiss. Jenna’s eyes went wide as she felt an awfully familiar probing sensation as Beth used a suspiciously longer tongue to roll around with her own.

CLUNK.

Beth and Jenna looked over as Misty and Tso both dropped their suitcases, their mouth’s agape.

Beth giggled as she lifted up Jenna’s chin so her eyes met Beth’s own lively hazel ones and simply whispered to her.

“Welcome to The Factory.”

END OF PART 1

Quick note from Ted here. From here on out, I am going to be publishing this on a one to two chapter a week basis. I am finding the frantic pace I was trying to write this at was affecting other priorities in life and I do not want that to end up tainting the work or distracting me from other things. Unfortunately horny time takes a backseat to career time and second job time. Not to fret, I have an outline in place and I already know what the next arc in Jenna’s journey is going to be. I hope you all enjoy what is to come! Again, thank you so much for liking the story, it blows my mind that this thing has 5,500 plus views, I know that pales in comparison to some stories on this, but it is a lot to me!