Chapter 29: The Shadow and The Bimbo

“Marlin I have no doubt you are worth recognition for your abilities. You had a horrible accident; it could happen to anybody. The fact you couldn’t play baseball anymore is not the end of the world.”

“I mean, it was all I known.”

“Because you were raised in regime that used your abilities as a tool for propaganda. If you were given a chance, I bet you would have found you mean more to this world then being a phenomenal fastball/cutter threat.”

Jenna watched in awe as her mother continued to interview her classmates. Even before she knew of the existence of the factory, she knew her mother always walked into a situation with all the cards in her hand. She had no doubt read and memorized the entire class’s personal files before even setting foot in California. Her eyes scanned over Carol in just a few seconds and in mere minutes after Carol now had a look of soft relief on her face, like her mother had her reach a moment of clarity.

Henry had the same kind of confident look. Marsha immediately related to his hard-working background, and the fear he had of eventually not being able to provide. The fear that was exacerbated by his many medical problems, by his partner going behind his back to steal his business, by his wife leaving him with almost nothing but an alimony payment. This same fear that made him feel inadequate as a man. She countered immediately by affirming that no man is just a body that works until he dies, and Henry clearly was a quality man held back by the outdated trappings of an old-world ideal. She eventually came to his inner stud as she called it, that Henry wanted to prove to the world that men can be more than just drones to be used, abused, and tossed aside. It made him swell up with a little pride, and he winked at Chelsea afterwards, who immediately blushed.

Marlin however was a little more tough to crack, as anyone would be after growing up in the brutal communism of Cuba and then the unforgiving rat race of American professional sports.

“How did you know what my pitch preferences were?” He said, confused by really everything that Marsha was laying out.

“Your throwing hand has musculature to suggest you favor harder thrown pitches. However, pitch selection is just one asset of you Marlin. Is baseball all you want, truly?”

“Uh…I thought…no I guess…”

“Remember back to when you first stepped foot here. What was your first thought as a free man in America?”

“That the beer could be ice cold?”

Marsha laughed a soft amused giggle at the retort. The laugh sent a jolt through everyone on the room.

Magnus shifted his legs to hide the fact that he was at about half chub. Marsha was such an enigmatic figure that she was turning him on just by proximity. If his uncle was the result of the terrors this place could bring, Marsha was the ideal paragon.

“Besides that, of course, what about freedom?”

Marlin cocked his eyebrow. He looked down at the ground for a minute.

“Yea…That I was finally making a choice for myself.”

“Of course, you finally could be free to make your own path. Sometimes obstacles can get in the way of that path. But you are free to vault around those obstacles if you remember you are free to do so! So what do you think your inner stud is?” She cocked her eyebrow at the dumbfounded Cuban.

“That my worth is decided by me and only me?”

“Bingo! I can’t wait to drag that out of you more and more, especially if that coke can dick of yours is involved.” Marsha said with a sultry stare towards Marlin’s crotch.

Marlin sat down and blushed. He may be more along the stud journey, but he still was bashful as hell when it came to American women giving him looks.

COCK. WE MUST PLAN FOR COCK. COCK? Cock. That is…the plan? YES. No?

Jenna felt herself go into tunnel vision a bit as she had the same thoughts running through her ear. Mere minutes ago, she was dead set about sucking every cock she could find in this place. Now, she was once again roiling in turmoil. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Her work was foggy. Her friends were focused on Marsha, both Tso and Misty looking at her with a still bewildered surprise. Her thoughts were now more confused than horny. She didn’t even really remember what Wendy told her last night. The only thing on her mind was her mother, being the center of the world.

“Alright, who is next? Come on don’t make me pick again!” Marsha teasingly sang as she looked out at everyone, who sheepishly looked at the remainder of people who didn’t go.

“Such quiet pupils! I have a feeling you all will be much more vocal in a few weeks though. Maybe some of you can be vocal with me too!” She winked as everyone felt another wave of arousal hit them.

“Well, guess I get to pick the next victim. Fiona! Come on up Lass!”

…

Mathias sat at his desk in his massive library, typing on his personal computer.

Despite the brutish size of his hands and fingers, they danced across the keys with a nimbleness of a more agile man. He was typing code, or more accurately rewriting code. Code that would determine how several machines would perform the procedures that would give him what he wanted.

Aphrodite.

“Master?”

He looked up from his desk to see a curvy silhouette enter the room. It was the latest slut, sent here after her tenure at Maximus Pharma had come to an end. Amber, Ashley, or something else was her name. Mathias didn’t care about her name as much as her pussy being an excellent sheath for his cock.

“What is it?” He grunted as he went write back to the rapid typing of code. Slut be damned if she would keep him from finishing his most important work.

“The harem is ready for you Master, we are so horny. We all want your cum, but you haven’t been down in days!” She whined while fingering herself against the door-frame.

“And I told the last **** that came up here and interrupted me that I decide when I fuck, not you. You all have toys down there, use them.” He commanded as he ran the program test for the millionth time.

“But toys aren’t the same Master! We need your cock! Your God Cock! Please Master, I have been craving your seed all day long! I need it!” She begged as she crawled under his desk and placed a hand on his bulge.

In a flash Mathias left his chair and lifted the slut up by her harm, almost making her dangle precariously a foot off the ground. She yelped in pain, feeling her master’s firm grip and feeling like her shoulder would be ripped from the socket if he wished.

“Hmmm. I guess you still haven’t learned your place yet? A proper **** does not speak out of turn.” He grunted as noticed the program test was a success and closed his laptop.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry master! Please! PLEASE! I beg you! This **** is so sorry!”

There it is. He wondered when she would realize there was no more singular thoughts anymore. Once his slaves were in his home, they were as much his property as his desk or oven.

“I think you need a few more days of discipline. Rules are rules. Athena!” He barked out to the hallway.

The woman that answered him was a unit of a specimen. A thick braid of dread lock hair extended down her muscled back and stopped at the top of her ass, an ass that rippled with rock hard muscle, yet looked as juicy as any of his normal slaves. Her olive skin encased a body that was designed to be lightning fast and strong. Her yellow eyes, piercing, outfitted with the most cutting-edge cybernetics, given to her to be the best bodyguard slut for her master. Despite the rock-hard aspects of her body, she also had a massive pair of tits that projected out like a pair of bolted on orbs, an addition that gave her body a curvature unlike any other. Athena. Mathias gave her that name after he chose her to be the first of his slaves to go through one of his new programs. The Athena Protocol. Her old self was long forgotten, now replaced with a soldier, programmed to defend her master, and discipline his harem when desired.

“You called me Master?” She replied in the usual monotone, her naked body standing at attention.

“Yes. Take this one down to the basement. She still has a little independence in her.” He said as he tossed the girl to Athena who looked at the amazon standing before her with a frightened, yet horny expression.

“Yes Master. I will have her broken by nightfall. It has been a while since I had some fresh **** pussy.” Athena said with a dark look of joy on her face. Athena was originally what Mathias had envisioned for Aphrodite, but the side effects were too ****. He only had Athena as his one perfected model, other subjects couldn’t handle the enhancements required. Reverse engineering them was a very expensive process, one even Mathias thought was too extravagant. In addition, Athena relished in masochism to other slaves. She relished in sensual pain and feasted on weak pussy like a lioness on a gazelle. The only time she ever showed submissive tendency was when Mathias was fully sheathed inside of her, and even then, she bucked back on him like a bronco.

For all the flaws of the program though, she protected the grounds of his house with impeccable skill. Several investigators have vanished without a trace trying to get the real secrets of Maximus Pharma. Athena made sure they faded like dust into nothing.

“See that you do, maybe I will reward you if you get it done faster.” He said as he returned to his desk.

“Of course, Master, my cunt is always tight and ready to receive your blessing.” Athena said as she bowed, almost orgasmic just from the thought of using her torqued pussy muscles to give her master pleasure. She grabbed the slut by the arm and dragged her out of the room as she moaned in fear over what was to become of her.

Mathias picked up his laptop and walked out of the library, overlooking a grand common area in the middle of his estate. Below him, was a writhing pack of 100 or so women, all different ethnicity, and backgrounds, but all transformed and enhanced to meet Mathias’s benchmarks for a suitable cock sleeve. Some were licking each other in a massive daisy chain, others wore strap-on dildos molded to his likeness and were pounding away at others pretending it was the real thing. He looked at Samantha, his former sister-in-law and now queen brain-dead slut, sitting on a lifted platform in the middle of the room. She was getting her pussy licked by two slaves while another made out with her, and another suckled at her massive tits, which were leaking with enhanced milk.

He beamed with pride at his collection. Finally at their ultimate form to do what they were designed by nature to do. Serve cock. His cock. Yet, despite all these years building his collection, all the interns, CEOs, and independent women he changed to perfection, they would soon mean little to him at all. Sure, they would be good for the occasional fuck here and there, but once Phase 2 was complete, and Wendy completes her mission at the factory, he will never need **** pussy again.

He opened the laptop and looked at the model created by the program. The perfect proportions, the waves of platinum hair, the eyes that begged to be used, and yearned to be perfect.

Soon he would have Jenna Franklin. Soon, he would have Aphrodite.

…

“Chelsea, I have no doubt you will finally have that family you seek, maybe sooner than you think.” Marsha said as she gave a side eye wink at Henry who blushed deep red.

Both Fiona and Chelsea swiftly realized their inner bimbos now that Marsha had broken the ice with everyone.

Fiona was realizing that her body was her temple. A symbol of womanhood one that should be honored and respected by all. In her past, she used her body to get the nearest fix, for that next brief high off a needle. Now, she needed no ****, no chemical high could compare to how the factory made her feel every day. She could become whoever she wanted, and cum on whoever she wanted. Since sex no longer represented a tool to get **** to her anymore, she felt this urge to light her sexuality on fire. The group was a little thrown by this slutty epiphany, but it was grounded by Fiona’s other desire. She wanted to become a writer. Specifically, a romance novelist, one that traveled the world, writing debauchery and dramatic tomes based on her own sexual adventures.

Chelsea on the other hand, had no grand machinations to become the next Fitzgerald of cock and vagina. She originally wanted to come to the factory to turn back the clock. To undo years of single-minded workaholic burnout. More than anything though, she wanted to have a family, one she never had time to have before. The body improvements and libido were a welcome change for her, since she felt dull in those aspects for years. What really got her engine going though, was becoming a wife. A stay at homemaker who would keep a home clean and an eventual family well fed. She knew that wanting to be a traditional sexy housewife was a little cliché, but her greatest fantasy is having a pot roast ready when her husband walked into the door, followed by brandy next to a glowing fire, and sweet passionate sexual ecstasy every night. She would not be subordinate to her husband, rather she would be his inspiration, his muse, and her breasts would be the pillows he wanted to fall asleep on every night. Henry got more and more red as she licked her lips and made eye contact with him.

“Alright only four left…who wants…”

“Me!” Tso yelped as she raised her hand, making Misty and Jenna jump at bit.

Marsha looked at Tso with a cocked eyebrow. Tso Abella had been in her house basically from the age of 11 to present time. She was a tiny, cute girl with dreams of making dresses for princesses and movie stars. She was always over the house playing by the pool with Jenna. When they grew to womanhood, Marsha could see the artist waiting to be unleashed in her. This little sensual fox, wrapped in a gauzy sundress that Marsha just HAD to know the origin of so she could buy her own, was that same girl? They had only been at the factory for a few months after all!

“Well look who is excited! Tso it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Tso looked at Jenna with a sideways glance, noting the distant stare of her friend. She would play along for now, keying into the subtle message Mrs. Franklin was giving out. She was using her maiden name after all, maybe she didn’t want the class to know that she knew Tso and Misty and that her own daughter was in the room.

“Nice to meet you too! I love the jumpsuit by the way, it makes your bust pop in the best way.”

“Thank you, you certainly have an eye for, what do you kids call it, drip?”

The elders of the class chuckled a bit. A sight more confusing when you consider the **** of the factory now made everyone in the room look closer in age than ever before.

“Always have, but this place has made it so much clearer.”

“Oh? And what was that?”

“That I want to clad the people of the world in clothing that not only is professional and stylish but screams sexy. I want people to see one of my pieces and find the person wearing it just as sexy clothed as they are nude…and have them be easily removable so they can see both for comparison.” Tso giggled as she felt her nipples perk up.

Misty was enthralled. Tso could have given her a paper bag to wear, and she would wear her designs instantly. She couldn’t wait until she was on her level so she could feel this same surge of passion.

“Well, that was fast. Your inner bimbo is strong Ms. Abella. Maybe it can design me a few pieces if you are up to the challenge.”

“What do you think I have been scribbling this whole time? I hope you like bikinis with cutouts!” Tso cheered as she sat down feeling the buzz of excitement and arousal.

Marsha knew she had to sit down with the three girls in private soon. This was definitely a development she didn’t expect.

“Why don’t I pick who goes next. You.” Martha said quickly before Misty could raise her hand.

Magnus felt the class staring at him. He wanted to fall into the earth. Marsha was now staring directly at him, awaiting his reply. He really wanted his first interaction with her to be in private, not a cross examination.

“Yes?” He finally replied, feeling sweat drip down his back.

“Magnus Maximus, right? Quite a name. You don’t normally see names like that outside of a Roman tragedy. Your parents must have had exorbitant tastes.”

“Well…they passed away a long time ago. I was raised by family…”

“Your Uncle you mean?”

Shit. He was in for it now.

“Yes. He did adopt me.”

“Believe it or not, I know him. He graduated around the same time I did. Quite the character old Mathias Maximus.”

That got some looks from the others. Maximus Pharma was a well-known brand, especially in generic pharmaceuticals. Magnus had been cagey about his background for a reason, the less people who asked questions the more room he had to investigate Mathias himself.

“Yes. Quite.”

“Definitely somebody who pulled a full 180 and left the factory a changed man. I wonder, are you looking for the same journey of…personal evolution?”

Oh. She is good. Magnus clearly was being out maneuvered. She was trying to angle him into saying that his inner stud was in line with his uncle, expose him in front of the class as a brutish tyrant who wanted the women in this room to himself. Magnus only had one play here. Honesty.

“Well, to tell you the truth. I didn’t know this place even existed until I was in my late 20’s. My Uncle and I were only close in name, not in a family sense. Yea he fed me and put a roof over my head, but he was as distant as they come.”

“Well, you are here now. You have been for a few months. I can tell by your progress you are benefiting from being here, in all aspects,” She said pointedly at the bulge forming from his crotch, “You have to admit it gives you a sense of power, no?”

Jenna was on the verge of a screaming orgasm. Her mother had been commanding the room like a general at war, and now she was cutting to the quick on Magnus, making him shake.

HOLY SHIT! Look at her, the way she walks, she talks, the bravado…

COCK. WE ONLY CARE ABOUT…COCK?

It is just electricity! You feel it don’t you? In our chest. In our tits. In our CUNT.

NO! THE COCK MUST BE OUR SALVATION!

SHE COMMANDS THE COCK! She gets whatever cock she wants!

SHE. COCK…CONTROL…NO THE COCK CONTROLS…US?

“I mean, sure, I see the physical improvements of the ****, but I am still just me. It doesn’t really matter what body I am in.” Magnus continued as he tried to quell his other brain from exposing him further.

“Sure. But come on, the sex is much more sensational, no? I remember the first time I experienced sex when my **** regiment took hold. I don’t think my pussy ever came so hard and so long then that night. Just endless convulsions, ripping my mind apart and placing it back together. That must be powerful to you right? A power you can wield.”

OH GOD PLEASE, LICK OUR PUSSY.

CO..CO…CUM!! WE MUST CUM!!!!

Jenna began to snake her hand down her waist, about to plunge her fingers into her pussy.

The clock went off, indicating an hour had passed.

“Oh damn! Time flies, I guess. Well kiddos, this is just the beginning! I think we are going to have so much fun together, I can’t wait to have you all having mountain crumbling orgasms every day! I will be available for some office time if you need it, just look me up on your apps!” Marsha chimed as she broke from Magnus and walked around the desk to grab a legal pad that was FULL of notes, no doubt her notes on all of them.

Jenna shot up and ran out. She didn’t even make eye contact with anybody. She had to leave.

SHE. HAD. TO. MUST. NEEDED. TO…

“Cum…” She moaned under her breath as she bolted out.

Tso and Misty looked at each other and jumped up after her. Something was wrong. Now it was plain to see.

The rest of the class watched them leave with arched eyebrows. Marsha watched Jenna bolt out with a pang of urgency to chase after her. Not yet though, she had to be careful here. The rest of the class began to pack up and leave. Magnus, now free of the interrogation, went to go bolt out.

“Magnus.”

He stopped…he knew it wouldn’t be that easy to escape.

“Hold up for a minute, I need to talk to you.”

Magnus felt the silence fill the room as the last of the class left. Now it was just him and her. He turned around and walked back down to the center desk where Marsha stood arms crossed, still scanning him. He went up to the desk and faced her directly.

“Look, I know what you might think of me because of Mathias, but I actually waaAAAAHAAHH.”

Magnus screamed as Marsha walked up to him and grabbed both of his testicles through his pants and squeezed like she was trying to draw lemonade from a rock. He almost passed out from the sudden blinding and excruciating pain.

“Good. Now that I have your undivided attention. I don’t now what game you and your uncle are playing but consider this a warning. If I sense one wrong move, even feel one eyelash twitch, I will bring a rude awakening so severe on top him, it will make revelations look like preschool.”

“Graaaaack.” Magnus croaked out as Marsha continued to grip his balls. He wanted so badly to tell her everything that he knew that he wanted the same thing she apparently wanted. That thought however was dulled by every alarm in his brain saying BALLS, DEAR GOD BALLS, LET GO OF MY BALLS!

“As for you. I have never realized Mathias had a nephew. He never had children that is for sure, so you can understand my reservations about a mystery relative suddenly right in the heart of The Factory. Beth and Robert know you are here. They are watching you too. And now you have me. So, you better behave…or else.” She said with a sweet venom as she pulsed her grip.

“But…I…need to…ask…” Magnus gasped as she came closer.

“Quiet. Now you go and be a good little graduate and get your bench presses in, maybe find a soon to be Instagram whore to kiss your balls and make them feel better. And remember…I will know any move you make, Magnus Maximus.”

Marsha started to release her grip, making Magnus gasp relief, only to feel her grab them even tighter. He saw white light as she grabbed his neck and pulled his head down so her mouth was next to his ear.

“Oh, one more thing. Jenna Franklin. You go near her, you even breath in her direction, then things around here will get a lot harder for you.”

What?! How? Mathias willed himself through the pain to let one question slip through.

“Why? AAAACH!” Mathias groaned as she squeezed even harder.

“Deaf huh? Go near my daughter, and I will make your life hell. Clear?”

DAUGHTER?!?!

Magnus only gave her a wide-eyed nod, and gasped as she released his jewels, letting him collapse against the desk.

“Now Mr. Maximus, if you wish to ask me any more questions, I do have office time open. Until then, I suggest you go find something to better yourself. I have pristine expectations. See you tomorrow.” Marsha finished with a chipper voice as she strode out of the class.

Magnus sat on the lip of the step leading up to the desk. The pain of his swelling testicles now dulling to a sensitive numbness.

Daughter. She is HER daughter.

Things just keep getting better and better.

…

The field of tulips blew in the violent wind. The petals of the flowers whipping around in the tumbling gusts creating almost a slow cyclone of flower petals. The hill, the hill with the figure on top, shone with it’s light as Jenna awoke in the same spot she always did. It was not calm anymore. It was chaos. Ordered chaos. Jenna rose. She was no longer dressed, completely nude. There at the base of the hill, where the lit figure frantically tried to shout out to her.

Was him.

The Shadow. The figure. The…

COCK.

There it was, thick and turgid, sticking out at least a foot and a half from the shadowy beast.

Its eyes followed Jenna as she walked towards it, like she was supposed to of course.

After all, how else would she learn?

It…no…trap…stop…NOT…

The lit figure, now contained in her pantheon by some unknown ****, struggled to break free as the shadow beckoned her closer.

YOU SEE. THE COCK IS GOD. IT IS ALL THAT MATTERS. IT IS ALL THAT WILL MATTER

Jenna got down on her knees and looked up at the immense penis that rose above her. It was leaking black ichor, pre cum that smelled of musky ambrosia. She began to drool.

NO…this…we…not meant…to

YOU WILL SEEK OUT COCK. LEARN WITH IT. COCK WILL BE YOUR SALVATION.

“Cock will be my salvation.” She repeated in a monotone voice as she began stroking the immense member.

BEGIN. TASTE YOUR DESTINY. YOUR PURPOSE!

Jenna was about to place the tip of the cock into her mouth, about to cum just from the sight of it…when something caught her eye…

A single tulip, off to the side of her. A crimson red Tulip.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SUCK. FUCK. SUCK. FUCK!

Jenna crawled over to the tulip, seeing that it was indeed different than all the others. A recent bloom? How could it be?

THE COCK COMMANDS YOU TO AGHIEWGHA!

The shadow went forward to grab Jenna when a vine shot up from the earth and tangled it’s leg in a thorny grasp, followed by an arm, and then the other side of it’s body, until it was tied down to the ground, penis erect and pointed skyward, as it struggled against it’s bonds.

NO! SHE IS HIS! SHE IS TO BELONG TO THE COCK!

This…is…not…me…

The shadow and the lit figure looked at Jenna. She held in her hand the Red Tulip. Now that she had it in her hand it wasn’t a tulip at all. It was a rose. A deep crimson red rose, with sharp and black bramble. Jenna looked up at the two figures when a flash of paper went past her eyes. It was a photo, the photo of her mother in the board room. Commanding. Sexual. Naked. Powerful. The figure that dogged her for years. The photo whipped away, carried off by the wind. Jenna felt that pang of need. Deep in her stomach. The need she always wanted…but never realized she needed…she needed…

Control

Jenna shoved the rose into her mouth, chomping down on the petals and shoving the stem in. She groaned in pain as she felt the bramble rip at her throat, felt each thorn tear into her as it went down her gullet. Yet as soon as the pain was present, it disappeared. She felt calm. Cool.

And Horny.

Jenna smiled wickedly as she sauntered over to the tied down shadow, still struggling against it’s bonds.

YOU IMPUDENT SLUT! HOW DARE YOU! YOU WILL SURRENDER TO THE COCK! YOU MPPPPH

The shadow tried to speak further but a thorn covered bramble engulfed it’s head, leaving nothing exposed but the ever-hard cock pointed up.

Jenna laughed deeply, as she slid a finger inside her pussy. She was already gushing wet. She sighed as she felt the shadow looking at her through a slit in the vines, enraged.

“Oh, I will have this cock alright. But you have it all twisted around baby. You see, I don’t belong to this cock,” She said in a husky voice as she lined up the prick with her slit, “This cock, all cock, BELONGS TO ME!”

Jenna slammed herself down on the infernal prick, engulfing the entire thing inside her and immediately bouncing up and down. She laughed maniacally as she felt every inch squelch around in her insides. This was it. This is what she was missing. This is what her mother hid from her all those years. Control. Power. COCK.

The shadow bellowed from its’ prison as Jenna continued to ride it with reckless abandon, her tongue now lolling out of her mouth with an insane smile cracked across her face. She felt the shadow swell as she realized it was about to cum. She hopped off the shadow and shoved the tip of the cock into her mouth just as the being erupted cum.

Jenna came. HARD. She felt the warm and black goo fill her from the inside out, yet she continued to suck it down. She could have drowned in this before, but now she relished it, felt the rush from taking the cum for herself. Rope after rope after rope of cum, sliding into her body. Finally the shadow finished and Jenna popped the tip out of her mouth, licking any access off with her tongue. The vines enclosed further on the now subdued shadow, which notably looked smaller than he did before. Jenna felt the power of the cum mix within her. Instead of an addiction to it, she felt energy, like it would make her even more powerful and not subservient, unless she wanted to play that game.

Spreading out around her, all the tulips started to morph and form into crimson roses, all with a dark sheath of thorns.

“Mmmmmmmmm so good, so delicious...Finally everything will come into my grasp. Don’t you agree, Jenna?”

Suddenly Jenna was sitting in the field again, clothed, looking at this new version of herself. Lithe, sensual, dripping black cum from her mouth…and with a pair of crimson red eyes.

Jenna shot forward out of bed with a scream.

She was in her room at the Factory. She ran in and told Tso and Misty to leave her alone. She came hard and fell asleep soon after. Another dream. Another voice. What did it all mean? What was happening to her?

Sleep.

She needed to sleep. She couldn’t do anything half dead. As she felt her head hit the pillow and darkness once again fill her sight, she could have sworn she heard a distant musky chuckle.

Everything. Mine.

Note from Ted here: Well. That was a thing. Sorry for the delay but I knew this chapter was going to be chunky to begin with. The Part 3 finale is next!