Chapter 17: One Time. At Space Camp.

As Jenna and Magnus reeled like they just saw their perspective ghosts, door next to the large ottoman in the front of the class opened, revealing a curvaceous figure standing in the frame.

Roberta Olivares was the picture definition of the world MILF. She was a tall Los Angeles native with wavy brown hair and deep green eyes. Not to mention her dump truck booty and beautiful tits, currently covered in a short and tight wrap dress. Her skin was a healthy tan, and her figure was insanely fit from years of yoga and fucking. Before her time at The Factory, Roberta was a single mom trying to scrounge a living in Las Vegas as a waitress. Since she became a graduate, she had rose to the top of the exotic dancing industry, it put both her babies through college, and they were now thriving in Silicon Valley. She was also one of the highest earning content creators on OnlyFans, infamous for her rotating roster of 21- to 25-year-old studs that kept her ravenous libido satiated.

All 9 of her newest students stared at her with bulging eyes. Good, she thought. She liked it when they were wide eyed.

“Hola newbies!” She said with a heavenly tilt to her voice as she sat on the edge of the ottoman in front of the seating area.

“Welcome to your first real class! I know you had some of the big classes already, but these ones are where we get down into the nitty gritty. The details and techniques myself and other teachers will demonstrate will become the bedrock of your new lives. Anybody have any questions?”

Stunned silence. She noted that one of the three guys had braced himself because he almost fainted.

“Perfect! Let’s get started!” She exclaimed happily as she ripped the dress off her body to stand in front of all of them completely nude.

The one guy bracing himself finally fell out of his chair. The rest of the group had a general jaw at the floor kind of look as well.

“Well? We can’t start until you are set to go.” Roberta continued as she sat back down with her legs obviously spread, showing off a picture-perfect shaved vagina. That vagina earned her over 20 grand on OnlyFans last month, and the class making direct eye contact was all the proof in practice.

“Um. I’m sorry what do we have to do?” an African American woman said as she broke eye contact with the slowly moistening money maker before her.

“Get naked. All these classes are encouraged to be fully nude. These 8 other people are going to be your partners multiple times across your in-class work. How else are you going to learn how to suck, how to fuck, how to make your partner cum like a train?” Roberta stated in an oddly professorial manner.

The group looked around from one to the other, feeling instant tension between each other. Sexual? Not really. More like that initial tension of taking that first jump into a buffet.

“Alright, alright, I am just teasing! How about this, we each go around in a circle and say who we are, where we are from, and what brought us here to the factory? Then once you do, take off your clothing. A good old fashioned ice breaker always helps before nudity!” Roberta kindly offered.

“Ok. That seems fair,” The slightly heavyset African American woman nervously said as she stood up to face everyone, “Hello, my name is Carol Miller, 25 years old, I am from Minnesota, I was a events manager for the Vikings before I came here. I decided to take the jump to the factory after my fiancé cheated on me with an underwear model while on a trip to Las Vegas. He stayed there with her. I just want to get my confidence back.” As she finished, she stripped to fully nude, showing off a slightly heavyset figure with a head of curly dark hair. She showed signs of steady weight loss, no doubt because of Klaus.

Seemingly encouraged by the first one to go, the rest of the group slowly started to join in to introduce themselves and strip.

Chelsea Amber was 54 and from Boston. She was a data analysis input specialist. She retired from her job after her husband of 35 years died from a heart attack. She was told about the factory from a old high school friend who became a Graduate and thought it would be the best way to honor her husband’s memory and move on with her life. She had fading brown hair, and her figure was skinny yet supple for a woman of her age after she stripped.

Fiona Wellingsly was 22 and from Dublin, as evidenced with the thick accent. She was a recovering heroin addict and moved to the US from Ireland to escape the echo chamber she kept herself in while there. She became a page at NBC in New York, and after almost succumbing to heroin again, her sponsor recommended she try something that could both help her confidence and set her on the right path. Her sponsor of course was a Graduate and paid for her trip to the factory himself. She was rail thin, but looked healthy, thanks to at least a month of work at the Factory.

Henry Coops was 60 from New Jersey. He used to own a butcher shop in Passaic, but it was bought up and stolen out from under him by his former partners. After his wife left him, he felt depressed and alone. Luckily, an old army buddy called him up one night to meet for drinks. Henry was surprised to find that he looked almost the same he did when they served together in the first gulf war. He told him about the factory and hooked him up. He was apparently massively overweight when he got here, but the diet and exercise set him straight and resulted in a 100-pound drop that was still going.

Marlin Ignacio, the young man who was roused awake from the floor, was 29 and from Cuba. He defected from his homeland and signed to play for the Seattle Mariners on a large signing bonus. Unfortunately, a freak car accident resulted in his early retirement. Marlin was anxious as his whole life was baseball, he struggled to think of what else he could do, when his agent mentioned a program that he himself was a Graduate of. Marlin had enough saved from his guaranteed money that it was a no brainier.

That left Jenna, Tso, and Magnus. Misty couldn’t wait to go and just stripped at the start of her introduction.

“Misty Farber, 25, Brooklyn born and raised, Anthropology master graduate, and I came here to expand my understanding on how this institution is raising new frontier to improve the whole of humanity…oh, and to fuck!” She said with a laugh as she hopped down on the couch next to a now nude Marlin, who almost fainted again from the sudden excitement.

Tso rolled her eyes, but reluctantly also stripped before nervously introducing herself.

“Hi. Tso Abella, 23, also from New York, I am a recent graduate of the NYTS Fashion Institute, and I came here with my friends, but also to find my inner confidence again.” She sheepishly said as she sat down, getting a slow nod from Carol on the confidence connection.

The rest of the class, now nude, looked at the only clothed members left. Jenna stared at Magnus, and Magnus stared right back.

He is so fucking hot. We are getting horny. You feel it. I feel it. Let’s get that cum inside us NOW!

Jenna flinched a bit, but it was enough of a pause for Magnus to give up as he stood.

“Hi, Magnus Maximus, 25, I was a vCIO of a pharma company here in California. And I am here…on a work required training.” Magnus said as he also stripped all while desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Jenna.

The month of workouts did Magnus well. He was the fittest of the three men in the class, even Marlin who was a professional athlete. He was also the most hung by far, his dick now reaching nine inches.

OH SHIT, look at that dong! That is just from one month!? Imagine what that will look like in a year! That will fit inside us so perfectly when we finally become the Bimbo within. We need to keep an eye on…Magnus? Wait…That is not his name?

Jenna felt the inner voice finally match up with her own thoughts. She remembered that day like it was yesterday.

…

“Come on Arthur! Just a little farther!” Jenna said assuredly back as she climbed up the large rock facing the camp’s pond.

Arthur Mathis wheezed as he trundled up the rock face. Why did he agree to go out on this adventure with Jenna? They could have just hung out back in the air-conditioned cabins or played cards. But no, he had to follow her up this rock. He was 14 and overweight, his chubby cheeks under a mountain of unkempt ginger hair. He did not really do physical activity well, but Jenna just gave him a look and he had to say yes.

They were kind of the misfits at NASA camp. The two most dorky kids in a sea of nerds. Jenna was a skinny and tall 13-year-old with massive coke bottle glasses and braces that constantly got the ire of the other kids in camp. Arthur quickly formed a camaraderie with her after defending her from a group of girls who taunted her, and they were inseparable for that entire summer.

Arthur finally reached the top of the large rock and rolled over onto his back freshly drenched in his own sweat.

“Ok. I think. That I want. You to tell me. Why you just. Made me climb up Everest.” He slowly panted as he turned his head to meet Jenna’s gaze.

She presented in a very Ta-Da kind of manner; a small blanket placed on the rock facing the lake. The view was spectacular, as the sun was just starting to set and refracted the amber sky across the decently clean water. Next to it was a small cooler, filled with sandwiches and two coke bottles.

“I just wanted to hang out away from the camp! It is our last day after all, I’d rather admire the view then sit with the rest of the kids waiting for their parents.” Jenna said as she pat the blanket next to her.

Arthur crawled over and sat down, really taking in the beauty of the Adirondacks. Jenna handed him a shoddily prepared sandwich and a bottle of coke, which they both devoured quickly.

“You know, if it weren’t for you sticking up for me that first day, this summer would have been really lousy.” Jenna said as she closed the trash in the cooler.

“Well, those girls were assholes. They were just jealous of your rocket launch models blowing theirs into dust.” Arthur chuckled as he wiped the mayo from his upper lip.

“I mean it Arthur. You are wonderful. I just wish we had more time to hang out.” She said with a slightly sad smile as she looked back out over the lake.

“Well, we will always have socials, you can message me!” He tried to offer to steer the conversation away from the friends parting ways.

“It wouldn’t be the same though, besides my parents don’t let me use socials. Something about how they make you feel bad about yourself.” Jenna said as she scooched over to Arthur.

He sighed in agreement. They both sat and watched over the changing skyline, shifting from the amber color of early evening into the slowly darkening hues of encroaching night. Finally, the peaceful silence was cut short by both of their cell phones chiming in. Their parents were here. The time had come.

“Well, looks like it is time to land the shuttle.” Arthur chuckled at his own joke as she stood up and stretched.

Jenna folded up the blanket and stood with a long groan of a stretch.

“Well…I guess this is it. Come here gingerbread!” She laughed as she opened her arms for a hug.

“Right back at your scarecrow!” He also laughed as he embraced his newfound friend, using the names that their bullies at the camp tried to **** them with.

As they pulled back out of the hug, they both looked at each other for a bit more.

They did not pull free. They just looked at each other. The faint spark of human chemistry between two youths kicking in.

They kissed. It was both their first.

They abruptly backed away from each other in stunned silence. The silence leading to a nervous laughter that echoed off the trees and disappeared into the sky beyond. They shared one last hug and made their way back to camp, saddened and happy that they had found each other in that moment.

…

“Jenna? Jennaaaaaa? You okay?”

Jenna snapped out of her quick flashback to find the whole class staring at her. Roberta was standing next to her, with her arm on her shoulder in a calming presence.

“Oh! Shit, sorry I was just caught up in the moment everyone!” She nervously laughed as she started to strip as well.

“Take your time baby, we got all year to work out the kinks! Or work them in!” The sinfully curvy teacher laughed as Jenna now stood naked in front of her peers.

“Hi everyone, um, I am Jenna Franklin, 23, I am a doctor of biological chemistry by trade but I have doctorates in other fields as well. I came to the Factory to…to…”

To get our pussy filled with the most hung cocks, to lick the finest pussy, to finally have our body become the object of visionary lust it was meant to be!

“…to continue my work and become a better person.” Jenna finally blurted out, immediately screaming how stupid that answer was in her head.

“Well, alrighty then! Now that we are all acquainted, let us jump right into it! I am going to put you all in pairs for this first class, these will be your initial pairings for now, we will rotate out so different pupils get different experience.”

Jenna continued to look at Arthur, well, Magnus as he was now called. He continued to avoid eye contact like he was in witness protection.

“How about Henry and Chelsea, Carol and Marlin, Misty and Fiona, Magnus and Jenna!”

Jenna and Magnus cursed themselves under their breath, of course they would be partnered together.

“Um. What about me?” Tso nervously chimed in

“You get to work with me baby! Somebody has to work with me to show the rest of the class the lessons for today!” Roberta replied with a smile to a now severely shocked Tso.

Everyone paired off on their individual love seats. Jenna sat down next to Magnus, both feeling like a concrete wall was brought down between them even though they were right next to each other.

“Now everybody, kissing is often the most overlooked and under appreciated part of sexual interaction. This is a VASTLY awful error. The art of kissing is the most refined form of human sexual interaction, nothing is more romantic or more erotic than a perfect kiss. Yes, you will learn how to fuck in every position while here, you will train your throats and assholes to take larger cocks, you will learn how to make a woman cum just by mastering the clitoris, but the best of the best here at the Factory can make their partner explode just by a simple and lust charged kiss.” Roberta continued as she gestured to a diagram on the board of the human mouth.

“It has to be the perfect balance. Too little contact and you are just giving a peck on the cheek, too much tongue and you are sloppily trying to devour the esophagus. Now, watch me and Tso carefully.” She said as she sat next to Tso.

Tso was clearly on the verge of a breakdown. She was naked, and now she was apparently the teacher’s aid in the gentle art of swapping spit. She would have run if Roberta didn’t turn her chin to meet her gaze, and plant her with a soft kiss.

The rest of the group watched as Roberta and Tso shared a long and loving kiss. Misty and Jenna raised their eyebrows in surprise as after the initial nervousness of it all, Tso was kissing Roberta back. It was slow, deliberate, you could see the give and take, the exchange of their tongues lightly playing with each other until they finally slowly separated.

“See? That is how you do it! Great job Tso!”

Tso nodded quickly. A glance down showed that both Roberta and Tso were now insanely turned on, the ottoman below them was soaked.

“Now! Everybody start making out. I will walk around and give adjustments, but I want you to continue until the end of class today!” Roberta gestured to the rest of them as she returned to Tso and pulled her into another kiss.

Slowly, the rest of the groups leaned into their assignments. Henry and Carol were sharing a mild and polite session. Same with Carol and Marlin, who stopped periodically as he started to faint. Misty immediately took the dominant stance with Fiona, as they quickly forgot that they were in a class environment and just fell back onto the ottoman fully in the throes of excellent French kissing. Everyone seemed to fall into their motions.

Except Magnus and Jenna. They both still stared straight ahead like gargoyles. Finally, Jenna took a deep breath, and turned to face him.

“Why don't we just get this over with. Then, we need to talk.” She said very straight forward.

“Right. Um. Yea. Definitely.” He said very curtly as they finally met each other’s gaze. They locked into place. The gaze was different, yet familiar in some way. It felt like they shared a gaze like this before, somewhere, long ago, in a backdrop of mottled amber sky.

They did not speak as Jenna leaned in and initiated the kiss. Her lips meeting his, and slowly massaging each other. The rest of the class seemed to melt away, only Magnus and Jenna remained. Time slowed down. Their tongues came into play, finally meeting each other and caressing in a **** yet calculated dance. Yet oddly, it felt all familiar, like two nervous teens on a big rock, the kiss felt like it was designed to be.

Jenna did not even notice that subconsciously her left hand had begun to trace down Magnus chest towards his crotch, meanwhile Magus was slowly starting to grope her breast, kneading the nipple between his thumb and finger. Jenna sighed into the kiss as her hand went further and further, until finally it met the base of Magnus’s now erect cock.

So close. SO CLOSE. Come on Jenna, you can do it! Get on your knees and up our game by putting that thick dick in our mouth! I bet Magnus and us can put on a…I mean…Arthur and us? I mean…Why is his name Magnus!

Jenna’s eyes flew open at her inner voice’s sudden confusion and saw the rest of the class now staring at them again, Magnus slowly followed suit. They both looked down and saw that Jenna’s hand was firmly wrapped around the base of his cock. They both lurched back.

“Now, now you two! I know we are all excited but that does not come up till foreplay 101! You two were doing an excellent job though, I stopped everybody else to watch.”

Jenna suddenly felt very panicked, Magnus on the other hand was deep in a shocked thought.

“Well, that does it for today! I hope you all enjoyed this first class, from here it is only going to get even more interesting.” Roberta giggled as she put on her wrap dress and began to leave.

Jenna on the other hand, bolted to her clothing, hastily put them on, and ran out the door.

“Wait Jenna where are you going?!” Misty yelled as she ran after her, with Tso lagging with a dazed yet happy look on her face

“Ah fuck.” Magnus cursed as he now had to adjust his plans, again.

He needed to talk to Jenna, if not to reconnect, further, but to figure out why his Uncle was so interested in her work. He would be damned if Mathias got his claws into her too. He secretly wanted a second chance to get to know Jenna better ever since they left that camp, and now he had it.

And he was ready to do anything to ensure it paid off.

…

Wendy Jensen finished her report to Mathias over the video chat. He was incredibly pleased with her progress and was sure that Magnus would fall in line eventually. He ended the chat giving her permission to cum.

She moaned as the vibrator still fully encased in her pussy caused her to orgasm again, feeling the full surge of ecstasy into her brain.

She could not wait for Jenna to feel this too. To feel her master’s voice caressing the inside of another mind. Molding that mind to worship only one man, and penis.

She looked over at the box of pills Mathias sent her, each bottle contained a neatly made grey pill.

Phase two was ready to go, all she needed was for Magnus to befriend Jenna Franklin, and then she would belong to Mathias Maximus, they would all belong to Mathias Maximus.

Quick note from Ted here. Real life is a bitch. and it is eating up most of my time again since I returned to work in an office. I will try to make these more regular, but don't be surprised if large gaps happen. Thank you all for the support so far, hope you liked the new chapter!