Chapter 16: Wrenches, Salads, and Deja Vu

Magnus laid in bed staring at the ceiling.

How did he get here?

He often asked this question to himself a lot, but never so frequently than he had the past month.

His life was destined to be ordinary. He was just a run-of-the-mill high school student. Straight A’s, went to parties, drank a few beers, hit on girls and failed at more often than not. All of that upended in one night by a drunk driver on the PCH.

The **** of his mother and father brought his uncle into the picture. He knew Mathias was his uncle, but before the funeral he had never met the man. Whenever he brought him up at family dinners just out of natural curiosity, his father quickly shut him down. The insinuation was that Mathias was not as much a black sheep as he was a black plague.

Even with the natural alarm bells going off as the result of his Father's protectiveness, why would he turn down Mathias and his offer to adopt him? He was only 14 when his parents died. Mathias was the only family he had. It was either go with him or end up in Foster care for four years.

How was he supposed to know Mathias was an absolute lunatic? A sexual deviant whose behavior brought the term misogyny to new and frightening territory? After that first moment when Mathias **** him to watch him rail one of his many assistants at his desk, he now understood why his father tried to keep him away from the clutches of this man.

Whenever he was not fucking, he espoused Magnus on the “true nature” of manhood and how their bloodline will be the prime example of that, how everything would "fall into place thanks to my grand design."

His plan started then. To find a way to upend this madness before his uncle succeeded, both in his crazy plans and in molding him into his image. As always though, his Uncle always somehow managed to throw a wrench into his ambitions. The Factory was the biggest wrench of all so far.

Wendy had left about an hour ago. Despite the general loathing he held for his uncle’s latest toy, Magnus could not help but acknowledge her fanatical commitment to her task at hand. Every Friday for the past four weeks, she showed up at his door and submitted him to a barrage of questions.

How was his **** cocktail affecting him?

Are you performing in your workouts efficiently?

Are you sticking to your diet?

Have you had sex with any other applicants yet?

She took detailed notes. Mathias always wanted the details in full no doubt.

Then Wendy would make him strip and measure several parts of his body, noting the change in a spreadsheet app on her phone.

Magnus had to admit, the diet and workout regiments at The Factory had put him in the best shape of his life, his belly fat and love handles were almost gone, and he had the slightest hint of abs. He might had even enjoyed it, if it were not for Wendy’s reminders of what exercises he had to do so he would fit Mathias’ cookie cutter mold.

The final measurement, as always, was his cock. She would get him erect and hold up a tape measure. 9 inches. Just like Jenna, Magnus also met with Dr. Williams to discuss his **** treatments. His cocktail was the same except for his Nymphormazol, which came in a light blue pill to indicate the male formula. In addition to the similar age preventing effects of the female formula, it was designed to increase his testosterone levels over time, make his post-orgasm recovery lightning fast, and make him impervious to the creeping dread that is erectile dysfunction. Oh, and it was making his dick grow. He constantly felt a tingling sensation randomly during the days of his first month here, a sensation contributed to the **** working his way through his system, strengthening blood vessels, increasing his stimulation response, and growing his privates in length and girth. He could not help but admit that this was an incredible scientific discovery.

Dr. Williams was not warm with him, a feeling that Magnus jotted down in his own journal he kept secret from Wendy. The cocked eyebrows he got from Dr. Williams and Beth upon his initial meeting no doubt a result of seeing his last name and knowing who his uncle was. Maybe he could eventually use this to his advantage, this place may have produced his uncle but from what he had seen so far, their views on sexuality were as liberal minded as possible, nothing like Mathias and his Penis dominating the world.

That is, if he could ever get away from the nymphomaniac that monitored him 24/7.

Wendy would follow the measurement with about a half an hour of fucking. There was no pretense of romance or cooperation. Wendy would literally fuck him. She would tell him what positions to get into, what angles to penetrate her from, all leading to him filling up her pussy with an ever-evolving amount of cum due to the ****.

She would follow it with a giggle and leave him lying there, staring at the ceiling, and wondering the same question.

How did he get here?

Magnus looked down and sighed sarcastically as he was met with the sight of his fully erect cock. These **** may be a miracle of human ingenuity and science, but they made him horny as a pit bull in heat.

He swore under his breath as he stumbled over to the shower, turned on the cold water, and proceeded to jack himself off. It was the only way he could finally get his body out of overdrive; it was like it was craving sex all the time, no doubt a result of the **** and nanites working their initial magic on him.

Magnus found a rhythm and began to reflect on every thing he had learned so far, and what possible avenues he should chase down to continue his plan. His first classes were tomorrow, maybe that would give him a clue onto what kind of curriculum this place would lay out for him. Maybe asking the right questions would lead him to the right archives, or a former associate of his uncle, a connection.

He picked up the pace as he felt the building **** of an orgasm coming. How would he deal with the x factors of this plan? Wendy was always up his ass. He would notice her randomly during the day, watching him from afar with that bright and insipid look on her face. Could he somehow get more information out of her? Trick her in to believing he is following his uncle’s desires.

Jenna Franklin.

Magnus lurched back as he painted the shower with a huge rope of cum. The name went through his mind again like a bolt of lightning.

This other applicant and her two friends. The ones Wendy told him to eventually meet and befriend for informational purposes. What was their stance in the game? What did his uncle want with them, with Jenna specifically? Wendy had mentioned that Mathias has Jenna earmarked to join Maximus Corp, but not just in the general sense of eventually being a sleeve for his penis. There was something else about her that he was interested about and try as he might Wendy would not divulge any information beyond the vague.

And then of course, there was the now absolute certainty that he had met Jenna before.

It was too coincidental. He was certain the name was not just familiar but tied to events in his past. Would she be a potential ally or just another pawn?

As he got out and toweled off, there was a knock at his door.

It was almost 1 in the morning. The Factory usually calmed down for the night around 11:30. So, Magnus could assume who it was.

Sure enough, as he opened the door with his towel around his waist, Wendy Jensen stood there in the bikini top and daisy dukes she decided to wear earlier that night. She was still sweaty from her latest session with Magnus, her hair a frizzy and bed headed mess.

“What do you want? You claimed your pound of flesh tonight.” Magnus answered curtly.

“Magnus, you have to learn to lighten up a little. You should be on cloud 9 right now, I know I am.” She giggled as she gestured to her clearly wet crotch area.

Magnus rolled his eyes and went to shut the door, but Wendy shoved the door back open and got right into Magnus’s face.

“Don’t think I am just some whore that you can easily dismiss and forget about Magnus. I can make your life significantly difficult with just one phone call. You have all the potential to become everything Master is and more, yet I have a feeling you are not on board yet. I could tell the past three weeks you are just running through the motions.” She said with a sudden intensity that caught Magnus by surprise.

“I think you still see this place as a joke, right? Just some resort that little bimbos like me can go to, learn how to fuck and get some rocking titties.” She said as she pulled down her bikini top, letting her boobs fall free.

Magnus felt his dick twitch. He cursed under his breath as she continued to make eye contact with him.

“Well, then we have to take additional steps. All you need to do is get into a rhythm and then you will understand your potential. In addition to our usual checkup, you must have sex with two additional people a week. In private. Not during the orgy. Not during class. I will need names, and what acts you committed with them.”

Magnus grimaced. Another wrench in the plan.

“Don’t think of this as a punishment Magnus, this is an opportunity to become more. Plus, if you really like one of your partners, we can make our Friday meetings into group sessions. Nothing feels better then two bimbos slobbering all over your hard cock, fully in your control. Although, it seems you are already into that idea.” She giggled as she pointed down.

Magnus cursed as he saw his once again erect penis lifted out of the fold in his towel. He cursed again as Wendy bolted to her knees and instantly inhaled his entire dick in her throat. She maintained eye contact with him as she bobbed up and down in full strokes, pulling him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She reached around, grabbed his ass, and **** him deep into her throat. Magnus felt his body shake as he came hard into Wendy, filling her stomach with another massive load of cum. She winked at him as she slowly slid his dick from her mouth, letting the head leave her lips with a pop.

“Sorry Magnus, I really couldn’t resist. I always love having midnight snacks.” She laughed as Magnus caught the doorframe to prevent himself from collapsing. She licked her lips of any residue, gave him another wink goodbye, and sauntered back down the hall.

Magnus crawled back into the shower and turned on the water. As he sat in the stream he just kept asking the same question.

How did he get here?

….

Jenna played around with her salad at lunch, staring off into the middle distance of her plate.

Misty and Tso were devouring their spreads, no doubt famished from the multiple nightly orgasms she could hear them having from between her walls.

Jenna herself woke up with a 10-inch dildo still inside her vagina. The episode with Nicoletta the night before putting her into such a state she must have fell asleep after what was the 15th climax.

This is fine and all but why don’t we upgrade and wake up with a actual cock inside of us next time? Then we can finally start the day right!

Her thoughts were still as aggressive as ever. Today more so than in the past, as they were in the middle of their first day of classes at the factory.

They had spent the morning doing their usual workouts with Klaus, his barely concealed hog now getting more attention from the three than in previous weeks, and Beth delivered their personal smartwatches complete with The Factory app. It contained their full curriculum, mapped out over the next year a half. Their first two classes were surprisingly more like actual classes then Jenna expected, covering Sexual Biology and Flirting 101. Of course, the main difference being that the biology class featured live models who posed and caressed their fully enhanced forms as the professor gestured at them with a pointer. The Flirting class was actually run by Beth, who showed up with tousled hair and a unbuttoned blouse, no doubt getting her own daily regiment in beforehand.

The group of thirty students were tasked with successfully flirting with members of both sexes and run through the do’s and don't of flirtation. Tso was still way too timid, barely squeaking out a reply to her partners advances and froze when trying to offer her own. Jenna was more formal, which Beth approved of, but reminded her that the goal is to eventually end up fucking your object of desire, so formality should always have that implied subtle sexuality. Misty, however, was way more direct, she just blatantly asked her partners if they wanted to skip class have oral out on the beach.

“Misty, I appreciate the candor, and that line of questioning may work within the walls of The Factory, but when you are out in the wild you have to take it back a notch! You will scare off anybody who would be interested by propositioning so adamantly!”

“I get that, but I was actually legit asking Roddy and Maria over here if they wanted to fuck later.” Misty replied while winking at the blushing pair she was working with.

Jenna noticed that Misty was taking to this place like a duck in water. She already told Jenna over breakfast she started to have sex with more than just their dildo gift baskets. She was starting slow with just blowjobs for now, but after making eye contact with Santana in her post cum bath glory, Misty now felt a sense of drive to meet that level of pure sexuality.

As the class let out, Jenna noticed that their remaining class of the day was Kissing. This class, along with the other physical classes, were all designed to be small groups. Six men. Six women. The goal being that with the group providing consistent practice with each other, both for heterosexual and homosexual relations (with consent of course). Jenna continued to stare at her salad.

Kissing is fun and all but why don’t we just skip the formalities and go straight to oral? Think about it, making out with a stiff cock or a nice wet pussy will be way better than just tongue.

“Jenna? You listening to me?”

Jenna shook herself out of her tunnel vision to see Misty and Tso looking at her.

“Oh, no sorry, kind of zoned out.”

“Misty and I were talking about…well…going to the big event for the first time tonight.”

It was almost an afterthought in the past month, but Jenna realized the trio have not ventured down to the lower floors for the longest running Factory tradition. Beth even commented on this after their class today, saying that it was normal for new applicants to stay away from the gang bang until they had their sea legs…sex legs…whatever.

That may have legitimately been the case with Misty and Tso, Jenna however, had fought the urge to run down there every night so far. Her errant thoughts practically screamed at her to go down there and dive in headfirst, but this stay was more than just sex for her. Her research also took priority.

Yet, the lab is set up, all ready to go, and now we have a slutty Russian amazon assisting us with our work. No excuses! We NEED to get dick drunk tonight!

“Well…I am still not sure.” Jenna said as she ignored the growing warmth from her crotch.

“I am! I have been looking forward to this. I mean why come to a place that offers so much sexual opportunity and ignore it?” Misty said with an eager grin.

Tso nodded in agreement. She may have been nervous as hell, but she had to get over this hill once, even if she just started by watching.

“I’ll think about it, let’s see how this first class goes.” Jenna replied as she got up from the table.

The trio walked up the ramp to the class space of the factory, a ring of rooms with massive windows opened to the center of the Factory. They ranged in size from big lecture halls to smaller classrooms, one of which Jenna opened the door to walk inside.

They were the last of the class to arrive it seems, as the other six members of their group looked back to see who had walked in. These six people would be the closest partners that Jenna, Misty, and Tso would have for their stays, the ones where they would hone them soon to develop carnal mastery.

Jenna skimmed over each of them them until she stopped on the last Man in the room. Her eyes went wide as a sudden pang of recognition went through her mind.

“Arthur!?! Arthur Mathis!?!”

….

Magnus began **** on his own spit.

Nobody called him Arthur Mathis since a judge made his name change official. It was the name he preferred to have, but years of firm reminders by Mathias made him reluctantly take on his new moniker. He turned to look at the new arrivals, the last three of the class of 9 that would serve as his sexual partners for class purposes. One was a fit Italian woman with several tattoos, another a shorter Asian woman with a golden tan, and in the middle stood a fair haired and tall woman with striking eyes.

He recognized her immediately. Though the last time she was shorter, with a muddy blonde ponytail, wearing thick glasses and a NASA camp t-shirt

Jenna Franklin.

A wrench in his plans?

This was a whole fucking toolbox.