SIDE Group Text

Sierra heard her phone vibrate and reflexively began moving a hand toward it. She had been working from home for two years and had gotten into the habit of always responding to her phone, it could be work after all. Now as she sat in her cubicle she reminded herself that she shouldn't be a **** to her phone and returned her focus to her workstation.

Brrrt, brrrt, a minute later the phone buzzed again. Her hand involuntarily moved again and she instantly stopped it, her focus never leaving her monitor.

Brrrt, brrrt... brrrt, brrrt... brrrt,brrrt...

That was five in less than four minutes, what was going on? It couldn't be a real emergency, no one else phones were going off like this. Sierra decided that this was as good a time as any to make a trip to the restroom and grabbed her phone. On the way, she took a quick peek at her phone to get an idea of what was going on. There was a new group chat on her phone.

(Stacy, and 6 others...)

That was strange, the only Stacy she remembered was someone that she had gone to high school with and hadn't seen or talked to in at least four or five years.

(Stacy - This group is a way to keep in touch with my sisters)

(7893 - That's an excellent idea)

(5478 - Agreed this is a very good idea I feel so isolated I've never even been to the hospital)

(3211 - Are you sure that Barbara would approve she said only to communicate directly)

(7893 - You have to go to the hospital it is a feast of pleasure)

(Stacy - Don't worry these monkey brains will never figure it out)

Sierra was reading while sitting on the toilet, she shook her head wondering what was going on. The numbers were from numbers that she didn't recognize and she had never joined the group. She remembered getting a notification about new features in group texts and had accepted them without reading what they were. She ignored the next two messages while she looked at her settings. It seemed that one of the new 'features' was that group texts that originated from someone on your friends list were automatically accepted now. As she finished her business in the stall she turned that feature off.

She washed her hands and took a look at herself in the mirror. Whatever this group Stacy had put her in had nothing to do with her, she should just delete it. She picked up the phone and opened the message again, her finger moved to the three dots at the top right but then froze. There was a new picture in the group and it unnerved her. It looked to be taken in the break room just down the hall. Sierra vaguely recognized it as being from their last section Christmas party. In the picture, she and nine other women crowded around the table.

(5478 - Some of my coworkers who do you think looks juiciest)

(1252 - 7 she looks like a prime specimen)

(Stacy - 3 is pretty juicy)

(3211 - 5 would be my first choice)

Sierra dropped the phone to the sink counter, she was the fifth person from the left. Did that make her 5 or 6? Brrrt, brrrt, she quickly picked the phone up again to see what had come next.

(5478 - I agree 7 looks like an excellent breeder I shall endeavor to convert her in two days when I am ready)

(3211 - It's bad enough that we are using phones, don't use words like that)

Brrrt, brrrt, Sierra clutched the phone but didn't look at it. 'Specimen', 'Juicy', 'Target', Breeder'. What was going on here? If Sierra hadn't seen that picture she would delete the message now and try to forget ever receiving it. But this somehow involved her. Stacy had been a friend several years ago but they lost touch and 5478 must work with her in the building somewhere, maybe even in her section.

Brrrt, brrrt, the phone kept vibrating in her hand. She was too freaked out to look at what they were saying. She headed to the break room and took a long look at the table from the picture. It had been months since Christmas and try as she might she couldn't remember anyone taking a group picture like that. She got a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and gulped down half of it at once.

Brrrt, brrrt, Sierra turned her phone off. She was trembling as she threw the bottle into the recycling bin by the door. What was happening? Was someone hunting her? And for the life of her, she couldn't recognize #7 who seemed to be the real, or perhaps just first, target.

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Two days later

(Stacy and 11 others...)

(5478 - Went to the hospital today to report on my intended target you were right it was so much fun I helped pleasure two new sisters)

(7937 - We were unemployed so I volunteered there Only work two days a week it is so pleasurable)

(0666 - Could use some help, work at a hair salon, need assistance with free host coworkers)

(7937 - PM your details I will gladly contribute my progeny in three days)

(Stacy - Would help but have my hands full too. So many FH to be C. Perhaps Barbara can help?)

(0666 - Thank you for the suggestion, IO)

It was 7 AM and Sierra was still half asleep. Stacy had thought it odd that there had been no abbreviations or slang in any of the texts up til now. Suddenly a string of them had popped up, FH, TH, TB, C, SP and the ubiquitous text ending IO. Sierra couldn't make heads or tails of them but the other ten... twelve now Sierra noticed, seemed to know them without having to ask in the group.

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(Stacy and 12 others...)

(5478 - Informed TH, will use SP on 7 as instructed IO)

Sierra was eating lunch alone. she had only eaten alone on occasion before but since getting the first group text she had bunkered herself in her cubicle. She didn't know what TH, SP, or IO was but she knew that 7 referred to one of her fellow employees. She had surreptitiously been scanning the different sections in the four floor building for the last two days. She already knew 4 and 9 from the picture and had spotted 1 an IT worker in the basement. But the other six were still mysteries to her.

She had turned off notifications for the group text, the people on there were talking constantly now. But she did check for interesting messages every half hour or so.

A new picture, it looked like a vag pic. But there was something unsettling about it. There seemed to be some sort of sex toy inside of her. It looked like it was rubber or plastic and the only script that accompanied the picture was 'aren't I growing well?' It was from Stacy.

(5478 - 7 has agreed to meet up after work I am so excited she will be my first)

(9305 - The first is the sweetest and the messiest if you need a wing woman let me know)

Within ten minutes almost everyone else in the group offered to assist 5478.

(Stacy and 13 others...)

A picture popped up, it was of a woman in her early thirties. She was very fit, wearing yoga pants and a crop top. She was making a duck face and although it was hard to see from the angle her pants seemed torn near the crotch.

(8271 - Scottie here! So pleased that you invited me to the sisterhood HAHA)

(Stacy - Love the outfit you can use it when you are ready to SP)

(3211 - I'll spot you anytime, we can work up a sweat together IO)

Sierra put the phone down, she knew a torrent of bizarre and sexually charged messages was about to begin. She had looked at women before, it wasn't a sin to look. But actually acting on the odd impulses seemed impossible, she occasionally wondered what it would be like to lose a finger or a leg, to her going lesbian was just as odd and unpalatable. She also added 8271 as Scottie to her phonebook.

---

(Stacy, Scottie and 15 others...)

A new picture appeared, it was #7 and Carol from accounting. It was just a headshot, Carol had her arm around #7's shoulders. They both looked sweaty and worn but very happy. Sierra could detect no trace of clothes, not even a bra strap on either of their shoulders.

(5478 - Got her! thanks to those who joined in it was a blast)

(Stacy - IO)

(3211 - IO)

(4134 - This host is most agreeable it is an honor to obey. THANK YOU ALL)

(3211 - You need to be more careful about what you say on here, your PR will fill you in)

(4134 - I shall remain quiet til next we meet I Obey)

Carol in accounting? Sierra talked to her four or five times a year about taxes and payroll issues. Was she the one who took the Christmas photo? And these abbreviations were definitely meant to cover something up, did IO stand for I Obey?

Sierra put down the phone and shook her head. She would leave early to go to accounting, she just wanted to look at Carol, make sure that she was the one in the latest photo. The photo made her look a bit younger than she remembered, perhaps she was mistaken.

At the end of the day as she sat down in her car she added Carol to the phonebook on her phone. She DID look younger and both thinner and bustier than Sierra thought. Perhaps she had made a resolution to get in shape or something.

As Sierra had walked up to accounting she saw Carol and #7 standing together chatting quietly. She didn't actually go into the accounting area, she just kept walking like she hadn't been going there in the first place. She didn't want to draw Carol's attention lest she move herself to the top of the list to find out what was going on the hard way.

---

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, and 21 others...)

Sierra had spent the weekend getting reacquainted with her old desktop computer and a maddening series of conspiracy websites. She had found some real wackos online in the last sixty hours. She had also found two or three theories that seemed to fit her situation and two others that were unrelated but seemed like very plausible crazy situations. In the end, she had spent more time reading about the two that interested her than the three that had to do with doppelgangers and pod people.

None of them seemed to fit her situation but they all scared her because the bottom line seemed to be, "trust no one" and "you could be next". Neither of those thoughts appealed to Sierra or helped her figure out what was going on.

The only text of note was another picture, it was another vag pic. This time the toy was sticking out of her. It looked like a blackish bubble or ball wedged inside her. It looked glossy or wet and Sierra couldn't for the life of her decide what it was. It was from Stacy and the caption read, 'I'm winking at you.'

---

It was Monday morning, Sierra decided to have lunch with Tammy and Kassandra, #4 and #9. She hadn't been particularly friendly with either of them before this, but felt that she had to warn them that they were in some kind of danger. They both agreed to join her at a nearby cafe but things didn't go as planned. She had a lovely time chatting with them but couldn't figure out how to explain to them what was going on or warn them in ant way.

When she returned to her desk she saw a new picture. It was from the same breakroom as the first one and had been taken just a few minutes before she returned to work. The caption read, 'whats on the menu, choices choices.'

Sierra shivered, was she still on the menu? Or was everyone a potential target of the now two wackos on the loose in her building. At four floors it held almost seventy individual offices and areas with cubicles like hers had to house close to another three hundred workers. So Sierra felt like the odds just got a lot better for her. Perhaps she had gone from one in ten to one in three hundred and fifty.

(Carol - Went to TH Barbara has offered us some help)

(0666 - You are so lucky TH said that I could handle things here on my own. Seems that even with so many SP from TB they are only backing bigger projects)

(Carol - Yes almost 200 here. Three down 197 to go)

Three? Sierra looked at her phone, did Carol mean her company or something else? There were almost 400 people employed here and it was just Carol and #7, so 2 of 400 not 3 of 200. What was she missing.

Wednesday

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, and 28 others)

When Sierra walked by accounting she didn't see Carol or #7. She hadn't looked at the text group today, the messages were too much to keep up with anymore and she needed a mental break. She got a hold of Tammy and Kassandra and arranged to have lunch with them again. The morning was the best morning that she had had in a while as she momentarily forgot about her troubles and just worked.

Tammy opened up to Sierra much more than the first lunch, Kassandra on the other hand was almost silent. Tammy was full of energy and it seemed that she now felt much more relaxed in Sierra's company. She would joke with Sierra and was very attentive to her every word, she even made pleasant physical contact a few times.

Kassandra on the other hand looked ragged, her hair was up and she had little make up on. She complained of not feeling well and seemed to fade into the background as Tammy and Sierra got to know one another.

Kassandra excused herself a bit early but Tammy and Sierra walked back to work together.

"You seem like a lot of fun, we should hang out after work sometime," Tammy said as they approached the elevator.

"That would be great," Sierra replied. "Maybe this weekend sometime."

Tammy frowned and bit her lip, "I was hoping for tonight, the newest episode of Time Stand Still is on tonight, we could watch it together."

Sierra paused, the door opened to her floor, "Sorry not tonight, I have some other stuff to catch up on, but this weekend definitely."

Tammy waived and smiled and said "Look forward to it" as Sierra walked out of the elevator and back to work.

Sierra continued to ignore her phone the rest of the day but looked at it briefly when she got home.

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, and 29 others... 324 new messages)

"Wow," she thought to herself, "324, gonna have to skip some of those."

She continued to ignore her phone as she sat down to watch 'Time Stand Still' everyone's new favorite TV show and thought about Tammy. She had been extremely friendly with Sierra today. And she had been one of the ten targeted in the picture.

"3 of 200" Sierra mused, what if Tammy was the third one? What if this was how it happened, a friendly person invites you over, gets you alone, and somehow brainwashes you. Or they make a copy of you and replace you. Perhaps somewhere the real Carol and #7 and maybe even the real Tammy were locked in some dungeon somewhere. The more Sierra thought of it the more real it seemed.

Sierra paused the show and pulled out her phone.

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, and 30 others... 412 new messages)

Sierra began scanning the messages looking for Carol or 4134. She noticed that the latest trend was to put up new pics of conquests or targets. She suddenly realized that they were almost all fairly attractive young women.

(Carol - So wiped from last night had to call in at work. Was worth it though she was a real minx in bed once C she must have said IO a thousand times, music to my ears)

(0666 - well done IO)

A cascade of IO's filled the screen after that.

(4134 - We should go after the rest in the photo, seems like it was a mission statement to me)

(Stacy - They will all meet their M soon enough IO)

(Carol - The minx in question was one of the remaining members of the photo IO)

Sierra dropped the phone. Wait, what? She reread that and Carol's last message just to make sure. Was suddenly perky Tammy a pod person? A doppelganger? Could she be next?

She set the phone down and tried to calm herself, she realized that she was breathing fast and feeling light headed. Had she just avoided being turned because she needed to catch up on reading these messages? She imagined Tammy with a coin at the end of a string, swinging it in her face, and getting sleepier and sleepier. Fuck, that was close.

She got caught up just in time to see another picture from Stacy. This time the black thing looked more like a black cylinder that was half shoved into her. The message this time was, 'Ready to fill someone up.'

---

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, and 34 others...)

Carol was back. And less than thirty minutes after getting to her desk Tammy had sent her a message on the company's intranet.

"Tomorrow's Friday, you know what that means... it's the weekend. LOL"

Sierra quickly deleted it from her inbox.

She stood up and looked around the workspace. She saw Kassandra, head down working away. She seemed better, at least she had combed out her long black hair today.

Sierra suddenly felt bad for deleting Tammy's message. "3 of 200" It seemed that the 200 referred to female workers at the company since women were all they seemed to be interested in. The photos of targets and conquests had a few outliers of older women. So it might be that most females were targets, but no men. Even if the third one was someone in the building thinking that it was Tammy was a leap. If you just counted the photo, one in nine was good odds against it being Tammy.

---

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, and 36 others...)

It was Friday and Sierra had a new message from Tammy, "If u cant get together tonight it's alright, just lmk." Sierra sent her a message saying that was feeling very sick and that she wanted to get some bed rest over the weekend. A pathetic lie, but still Sierra felt bad for not trusting Tammy.

Sierra pondered telling Tammy that she was feeling better and meet up with her. She finally chose to just let things go for now when a new message popped up.

(Carol - Looks like we have another of the ten lined up for a M)

(4134 - one step closer to a reunion in sisterhood yeh)

(7233 - I hope to get with her tonight I have been supplied by TH IO)

Sierra had considered having lunch with Tammy and Kassandra again but had to keep up her lie so didn't. She was a bit surprised to see Tammy enter her floor just before noon. She went straight to Kassandra's cubicle and then the two left together, to lunch Sierra supposed.

That night she received another photo from Stacy, this time with a video. The photo showed the large black thing sticking out of her, even larger now and with a black ball attached to the end. It was captioned, simply 'cant wait.'

The video was only ten seconds long and was taken by someone else, it was Stacy from behind, Sierra recognized her long brown hair. Stacy was slamming into what looked like another woman from behind like she was fucking her doggy style. The woman screamed "I OBEY" at the end.

---

Saturday morning, Sierra slept in. She was pouring her first cup of coffee as she turned on her phone.

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, T and 39 others...

T? Sierra thought, the rest of the name was cut off. She almost dropped her coffee as the truth hit her. Tammy had given her her number as they walked to the elevator the other day. She opened the group text and read the full header, sure enough, it read Stacy, Scottie, Carol, Tammy, and 39 others.

She began scanning the messages again.

(Tammy - So glad I was free last night now IO)

A wave of dozens of IO's followed in welcome.

(Carol - We should have a partial reunion this week. We now have four of the original eleven if you count me)

(Tammy - IO)

(4132 - IO)

(7233) - IO)

Sierra felt sick. Was Kassandra the third one from the company? Was that why she was bedraggled? Was she the minx that had worn out Carol on Tuesday night? It made sense, one of them had gotten Tammy over the last twenty-four hours and it wasn't Carol or #7. Sierra had just pushed Tammy into the poddy arms of Kassandra and now she was one of them.

---

Sierra stopped talking to Tammy or Kassandra even though they both messaged her two or three times a day each. She was also ignoring the group texts, she just wanted to pretend that it wasn't happening. After about three days of sulking, she finally opened the group chat again.

(Stacy, Scottie, Carol, T and 53 others...)

(Stacy - Sorry everyone I screwed up)

A dozen 'What's?" followed.

(Stacy - I think I added someone that doesn't belong)

A torrent of worry followed and a discussion of how to handle it.

(Stacy - Consulted with Jo and Rose afraid to tell Barbara. I have been tasked with verifying all members of the group chat and C the outsider IO)

A flood of IO's.

(Stacy - I will PM five or six at a time and meet up in person)

(Stacy - I will create a new group chat and add you back after you are inspected)

Sierra turned the notifications back on on her phone, she needed to be prepared now.

---

(Stacy, Scottie, and 43 others)

Brrrt, brrrt, Sierra looked at her phone, the moment she had dreaded had arrived.

It was a text from Stacy, "Meet me at my house, 66 Cherry Lane tonight at 8."

Sierra had had time to think about this and had decided that delaying Stacy was her best first move. "I have to meet Barbara at that time, can we reschedule?"

The phone was like a lead bar in her hand as she waited for a reply, "That is a great honor, I will get back to you later."

Sierra smiled as she typed in, "IO." That last bit made her feel both extra special and creepy. She had cracked some of their code, and now was thinking like them.

Stacy didn't respond and as the days went by Sierra began to feel like she might have dodged the bullet.

---

A week later Sierra was stunned to hear that her work section was being broken up. When she arrived at work nearly a quarter of the desks were empty.

"What's going on?" she said to Blake in the cubicle facing hers.

"There's a long memo about it in the company newsletter." As Blake spoke Sierra saw the back of an unfamiliar woman as she went to a cubicle and began talking to the worker inside.

"Something about safer workspaces and a new vision for the company. It's mostly corporate speak for just do what we tell you and get back to work. The usual"

As he said this Sierra saw the worker get up from her desk and walk to the elevator. The unfamiliar woman turned towards Sierra and she instantly dropped down into her seat and out of sight, it was #7.

Blake looked at her oddly as she fell into her chair and continued. "So basically they are setting up a new section of just female employees. I guess some of them complained or something and this was just the easy way to fix things. You didn't complain, did you? I'm a nice guy right?"

Sierra saw the elevator door open and several men streamed out. They spread out looking for their newly assigned cubicles. "You're alright, don't worry, I like it here." Sierra stammered as she peeked over the partition to watch #7.

She was only ten feet away, Sierra could hear her voice. "Donna? Donna Simmons? You filed a complaint three years ago against Ted Bleven correct?"

"Yes," Sierra heard Donna say. They had been pretty friendly before Sierra became a hermit. "What is this about? Who are you?"

"I'm Phoebe, Phoebe Daniels from HR and we have made a slot available to you on the first floor. Please head to HR and you will be given all you need to enjoy your new life."

"New life? I like it right here," Donna said unsure of what was happening.

Phoebe smiled and said, "Don't worry dear you will be given a raise and other new benefits. Think of this as a promotion, you're not getting fired."

"Oh," Sierra heard Donna say as she got up and headed to the elevator.

Moments later Phoebe walked by Sierra. She gave Sierra an odd look as she checked her clipboard. She mumbled "Hopefully next week," as she moved on down the line of cubicles.

---

(Stacy, and 13 others...)

Sierra had decided to quit her job. No notice, no phone call. She would just stop showing up. There had been forty two women on her floor the week before and now there were twenty eight. At that rate, she had at best a week or two before she was sent to HR and **** into a conversion chamber or full body scanner for reprinting.

---

It was Saturday, she had shown up for work Friday but didn't plan on returning. Sierra figured she had at least til Tuesday or Wednesday before anyone at work suspected something was amiss. Could she just hole up and find a new job? It seemed like whatever was going on it went way past just her workplace. Should she leave town? If so she should have a few days to figure out her next move.

First, she decided to go back through the group text messages, especially the ones she had skipped. Over the last week or so she had focused on mostly the ones from people she knew like Stacy and Tammy, now she would try to learn as much as she could over the weekend before making her next move.

The pictures and videos sent had begun as simple snapshots documenting potential targets and new 'sisters'. But some of them were much more graphic, like Stacy's vag shots. In each of them, she saw a variety of women all showing similar devices to the one in Stacy's pictures.

Some seemed to be black balls bulging out of the woman. Others were larger and seemed like dildos or even a strap on that fit into the user somehow. They all looked roughly similar but whatever they were they were not all exactly the same. Some seemed a bit thicker others longer and some seemed to change size from picture to picture of the same woman. To Sierra, it was another mystery.

As were the codes, IO had been cracked. But TB, SP, C, and the often used TH still made no sense. Then more and more videos started popping up. At first, they were short and poorly filmed like Stacy's so it was hard to see anything. They were all quite sexual though and soon Sierra found herself getting horny.

One video clearly showed a woman who looked drunk or **** being held in place in a bed by one woman while another approached. It was filmed by the woman approaching and at one point the video aimed down and Sierra saw the strap on like device protruding from the one filming. It had one of the small rubber ball things on the end. The woman thrust it into the restrained woman who didn't seem to be resisting at all. She seemed too out of it to do much although she had one hand free and Sierra clearly saw her rubbing her clit as the camerawoman approached.

After a few thrusts, the camerawoman pulled out completely and the rubber ball was gone. It must have broken off or otherwise been lodged in the other woman who had now gone still. The woman restraining her let go and climbed off the bed she too had a device strapped to her crotch. The video went on for two more minutes in which the two women each took turns fucking the now motionless one on the bed.

Another video was fixed in place. It was much longer and reminded Sierra of a porn shot. There were five women, two on one couch and three on another. It looked like the video had been longer as it started with the three women seeming to talk just as the two on the other couch began making out.

The three stopped talking and just watched the other two. First, the woman in the middle pointed to the ones kissing and said, "holy shit look at them," she seemed shocked. The other two watching with her replied saying it was no big deal and a fun show. For the next minute or so the three watched the two make out.

Soon the two were striping each other and were getting much more into it. The woman in the middle on the other couch was watching intently but still seemed shocked more than anything else. The other two however were touching themselves and soon their hands began to wander onto the one in the middle. She was taken aback and seemed ready to get up when one of them grabbed her head and kissed her deeply.

In a matter of a few minutes, all five were naked and while the two on one couch scissored the three on the other couch were going down on one another. The girl in the middle was lying on her back being eaten out by one woman while eating out the other woman who was straddling her face.

Then the two that had started things separated and began giggling and saying "Do it, do it, it's her time."

After hearing this the woman who had been eating out the one lying on her back stood up. A black device had somehow found its way onto her crotch and she began fucking the woman with it. She went limp and the woman straddling her got down. She walked out of frame but when she returned she too had a device on.

The woman being fucked began moaning and soon had what seemed to be an overwhelming orgasm. The video went on for another half an hour as the two women with devices traded off fucking her and the other two ate her out and otherwise played with her. From the sound of it, she orgasmed many, many times.

After that Sierra set down her phone and took a long cold shower.

---

Sierra was up all night watching and rewatching videos. None were as graphic as the one with the five women but they all showed similir scenes of woman fucking or otherwise getting off other women. It caused Sierra to go online and look for lesbian porn. She found some videos that were comparable but none with that same black device. She also masturbated more times in one weekend than she had since middle school. By sundown on Sunday she was beat and decided to go to sleep early and make a decision on her next move in the morning.

The next day

It was around noon when Sierra heard the knock on the door. She was in the living room packing some things that she would definitely take with her. She had scheduled a Uhaul for the next day and although she wasn't sure exactly where she was heading she figured that getting out of town would be a good start.

The knocking persisted, Sierra had no intention of answering it. Whoever it was, she had better things to do. When she heard the sound of a key and the lock in the door turning she froze. She looked over at the door and saw it swing open. Stacy was standing there with her landlady and several others behind them. Sierra was frozen in fear as they filled in.

Behind Stacy and Ms. Baxter were Phoebe, Tammy, Kassandra, and Annie her sister in law. Annie closed the door behind her and locked it, she then stood with her back to the door.

"How did you... Annie?" Sierra said as the women spread out around her living room.

Stacy sat on the couch and said, "You still live in this place? It's just as well, made it easy to find you."

"How...," was all Sierra could say as she sunk into a chair.

"You claimed to be meeting Barbara at the hospital, it was easy enough to find out that that was a lie. And after that... well didn't you realise that you were in my address book dummy?" she said holding up her smartphone.

"Oh shit," Sierra said remembering that she had mass sent out her new address to everyone in her phonebook when she first moved in.

Stacy continued, "So Phoebe and I stopped last night and knocked on your door, but you ignored us."

"I was sleeping," Sierra corrected her out of habit.

"So we paid a visit to your landlady. She was very adamant that she couldn't open your door for strangers so we instead changed her outlook on life. You must be able to imagine how, you were in the group text after all."

Visions of the videos she had watched went through her head, just thinking of them would have made her horny if she had been alone.

"Well that can take some time and we found that it was time for Phoebe to go to work. So she punched in and then checked the files at work. From the picture of you I showed her she put two and two together, and she recognized you. Well, we got your emergency contact info, Annie was already one of us and we called up your friends Tammy and Kassie for good measure. And here we are, you know what happens now right?"

Sierra still had no idea what they did to brainwash, copy, or replace people. She shook her head.

"Didn't you follow the conversation? See the videos? My pictures?" Stacy seemed a little stunned.

"Well yes, but... it never made any sense to me."

Stacy began laughing, quietly at first but then rather loudly. "You mean you don't know what is going on? Didn't you see how we converted women? The insertions? The pleasure afterward?"

Now Sierra did find herself getting excited sexually. She had seen it and it had seemed pretty amazing but the videos never explained what was happening. Everyone watching already knew, except Sierra.

Stacy stood up, "You aren't going to fight us are you?" she said as she pulled her top off exposing her firm full breasts.

"You want to have sex with me? I've never done anything like that with another woman, but it looked good. So I guess not." Sierra said meekly.

Tammy and Kassandra had begun taking their clothes off also. Soon all three were naked. "So, do you want to do it here or in the bedroom?" Stacy said.

"The bedroom I guess."

"Well lead the way then, and take your clothes off. At least your sweatpants, it will make it much easier for us."

Sierra began walking towards her bedroom slowly removing her sweatshirt as she went. She dropped her sweatpants as she reached her bed.

"And the bra and panties," Tammy said in a sounding more dull and monotone than she had moments before. She had a dull look in her eyes but her body language looked anxious like a tiger ready to pounce.

Sierra did as she was told and then sat on the end of the bed.

Stacy smiled and walked up so that she was only a few feet from Sierra. A black thing began protruding from her vagina. Suddenly Sierra figured out why she couldn't find a sex toy like it, it was alive. It seemed to pulse slightly and undulate every five or six seconds. It was very subtle and she had never noticed it in the videos but up close and personal it was obvious.

"How do you like the real me?" She said. Sierra fixated on it as it pulsed and swayed.

"Like... you?" she said without looking up.

"Yes me, the real me. This body, the one you know as Stacy Ferguson is just a host, a vessel that I inhabit. As you too will soon be."

"A host..." Sierra paused and let it sink in. "You're a parasite?"

"Of course dear, what did you think we were?" Stacy said astonished.

"I thought that you were pod people or something, like you were copying and replacing us." Sierra broke her gaze from the black creature and looked at Stacy. It was strange to see her old friend there and think that she was still there even if she was sharing her body with something else.

"I mean I thought you were killing people, that you wanted to kill me. I've seen Venom, I think I could share my body. I mean it's not like I'd be dead." Sierra felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"Share, yes, well that is close enough."

Sierra got a bad feeling from the way Stacy said 'share' and went back on guard. After a tense moment of silence, she decided to test if the real Stacy was still alive. "Back in seventh grade who did I want to marry?"

One, two, three seconds went by in silence. Sierra began to tense again, maybe she could make a run for it.

Stacy burst out into laughter, doubling over. Sierra looked at her frowning.

"Atreyu, that boy from that stupid old movie. I told you that it was just an old movie and you said that it was fine because he would be our age by now." Stacy tried to steady herself as Sierra's frown turned to a scowl.

"He was cute, and true and pure. And I was like thirteen, cut me some slack." Sierra said once again assured that her old friend was alive and well.

"So how does this work, do you squirt some stuff on me and it covers me in black or something?" Sierra asked once Stacy had composed herself.

"No you will receive your Mas... your parasite and it will live in your womb. Kassandra is carrying yours." She motioned behind her. Sierra noticed for the first time that both Tammy and Kassandra also had creatures sprouting from them although Kassandra's was smaller than Stacy's and Tammy's was little more than a stub. Kassandra's had one of what she had thought was a rubber ball at the end.

"Lay back and spread your legs, we find it is better to insert the parasite when a new host is close to orgasm." As she said this the parasite between her legs began to stand erect and she noticed that the undulations had become a rippling ridge that moved up and down the shaft. That would certainly feel interesting inside her.

Stacy climbed on top of her and Tammy moved to the side of the bed and began kissing Sierra. Stacy entered her and it felt amazing almost from the first instant. It was as hard as any man had ever been and much warmer which made it feel better somehow. The ridge also stimulated her both inside and outside as it moved up and down, she just wished it would move faster.

Sierra soon felt her breath coming faster and she moaned as she clutched at her bedsheets. Stacy jumped away and Kassandra was inside her in a flash. She felt the parasite enter her with a slightly painful sting. Her face registered the discomfort but then went slack. Sierra couldn't move a muscle.

The images in the video of limp women filled her head, what was going on? Kassandra fucked her furiously for a minute before she reached orgasm. Sierra felt her body moving of its own accord. "You will obey," was heard in her head without the help of her ears.

She felt hands flipping her over as the world went momentarily black. "What is happening?" she thought in a moment of panic. Then she could see again she was on her stomach her face turned towards the wall as what had to be Stacy entered her again and began fucking her. It felt ten times better than it had just two minutes ago so Sierra quickly forgot that she should be panicking right now.

Her next orgasm was mind blowing. It was far and away the best of her life and she felt like she was going to float away from reality for a bit. Then the next orgasm began to build.

Tammy was in her face and they were kissing. Tammy's tongue felt so warm and wet and tingly. Sierra had done XTC once at a concert. She made out with and had sex with the guy she went with. The sensitivity of her body was so far beyond that that it didn't seem possible. She thought that Tammy might be able to make her cum just by kissing her. But that was impossible to tell with the pulsing, undulating psuedo cock ramming her from behind.

"Pseudo cock? That's a weird thing to call a parasite." She thought to herself. "We are Masters, not parasites, we are superior life forms and you will obey." As the voice faded from her mind she felt her hands move on their own. She pushed herself up and got on her knees, she noted that she was moving like she was drunk, slowly and uncoordinated. Then the pseudo cock of the woman fucking her reset itself for this new position and began pumping in and out of her again.

Her head turned towards Tammy who was standing by the bed. She opened her mouth and began licking Tammy's crotch, the black creature inside pushed out of Tammy and Sierra found herself licking and sucking it like a lollipop, Tammy seemed to love this.

Sierra came again and again. She flipped onto her back and now it was Annie who was between her legs. Her pseudo cock was as big as Stacy's and felt great inside her. All the time Sierra felt like she was on some kind of **** trip. Her senses were off the scale and her body was moving on its own, she was just along for the ride.

Soon she was riding on Phoebe's pseudo cock and rubbing her clit furiously. That orgasm lasted almost a minute, Phoebe had lain still until Sierra's body began shaking, then she began thrusting her hips and kept Sierra's high going.

Alexandra, Ms. Baxter, of course, had been converted too recently to have any unusual ways of pleasuring Sierra. She knew this because her Master knew this. Still, she engaged in 69 with the new sister, rewarding her for helping her unlock the door and letting her Master in. Alex as her mind now thought of Ms. Baxter had made it possible for her to be enslaved and thus freed from having to make her own decisions in life. Now all she had to do was help inform her Master of what Sierra knew and bask in the physical pleasure of having a Master. Soon she would help every woman she knew feel the same freedom from choice.

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When Sierra showed up to work on Tuesday she didn't bother heading to the elevator and instead went straight to HR. While waiting to be assigned a new desk she bumped into Carol.

"Hi Carol, loved your pictures especially that first one," Sierra said.

"Oh you were in that one, so that's ten down one to go then," Carol said taking a closer look at Sierra's face.

"Who is left to convert?" Sierra asked.

"We still can't find #1, maybe she quit or something." Carol frowned.

"Oh her, she works in IT, in the basement. Her name is Jen." Sierra said without hesitation.

"Great, we will call her up to HR right now. Then we can have a little reunion party tonight at the Hive." Carol turned to Phoebe and began walking towards her. "Oh, Phoebe good news..."

Sierra smiled, she had helped someone else become a sister. It was too bad that her Master hadn't grown to full size yet. That party was going to be a really pleasurable experience and Carol, Phoebe, and Kassie would steal most of the fun of fucking their new sister into submission.