Chapter 41: Mathias and Venus Maximus

Mathias Maximus sat in the back seat of his limousine as it kept a brisk pace on the Pacific Coast highway, heading southbound to the spot in between LA and his estate where The Factory resided. He had not been to the property since he had been exiled from ever returning, back then it was still just the main cavern, they were still hollowing out the cove and engineering the artificial beach that would soon be one of the facility’s best features.

He thought back to that time. How he was caught taking newly enrolled members of the Bimbo program and slowly programming them to his vision. How his graduate privileges were stripped, and he was barred from ever coming back to The Factory again. Marsha and Bob Franklin spearheaded that movement, and the ancient fools on the Board were only too happy to oblige their prize pupils.

Pathetic.

That only made him smile wider, thinking of the look on Marsha’s face when she realizes her own daughter would be her undoing, and that soon her daughter would be his personal cock sleeve. That is, once he heard this “proposal,” she mentioned on the call that spurred him to leave the estate.

He had to admit, at first, he was just going to nod and act the part until he turned her into the obedient bimbo goddess, he had been planning the last few decades to create, but there was something about Jenna…or Venus as he recalled her preferring that stirred his sense of humor for a moment. After all, the greatest joys in life are often ones of improvisation.

“2 miles to destination.” The self-driving computer in the limo chimed in. Mathias never trusted any of his slaves to drive, nor did he trust any male drivers either, part of his deep seeded belief that all other males are rivals, and any rival could be out for what he possessed. Besides, he would need the computer to keep the car on a straight and steady path later, for when he would take Jenna into the limo and fill her pussy with the first of many loads of his perfect semen.

The car pulled past the rickety gate on the side of the highway and slowed to a stop in front of the old warehouse that hid the elevator entrance into the factory. A cliché little decoration, but admittedly one that served its purpose. The door opened automatically, and Mathias stepped out of the limo, stretching to his full height, and adjusting his custom three-piece suit. He felt a twitch in his loins as if his cock could sense the sweet feeling of victory was getting closer and closer. The feeling of the perfect mate stretching her throat to accommodate all his cock down it’s velvety embrace.

He sighed in contentment as the car pulled away to do a few laps around the area until he called for its return, and he strode into the warehouse, pushing open the rickety door. The entrance computer scanned his iris as usual, which was then met with a flashing red strobe light and a loud siren.

“UNAUTHORIZED ENTITY DETECTED. COUNTERMEASURES ACTIVATED. UNAUTHORIZED ENnnntighhhuuuuuuuur,” The computer blared for a few seconds until suddenly the recording deactivated and the subtly placed tranq turrets slid back into the wall from their locations around the warehouse. The computer dinged again, and a familiar voice chimed in.

“Sorry about that love. Luckily, I have Beth’s access passwords to deactivate the countermeasures. Let me open the elevator for you. See you soon.” Venus chimed in as the hidden door of the elevator slowly opened next to the desk.

Mathias stepped in and felt the elevator jolt and started to travel downward.

Finally, he was home, and soon this place would be the grounds for restoring the world to the proper order.

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“That was my contact in Nevada….you want the good news or the bad news?” Agent Nolan said as he hung up the phone.

“Any news is good at this point Nolan.” Bob said as he watched Junior Agent Mercado slide the two body bags of the would-be assassins into the back of a newly arrived van for the morgue at the FBI headquarters in New York. Junior Agent DuPont was busy interviewing Henry, who of course was trying his best to listen to her instead of staring at her blatantly exposed cleavage. Amy was sitting in their car, checking her laptop one more time through all the current files they had on Maximus Pharma.

“Well, the good news is that we found one of these facilities that were codenamed in the files your assistant over there provided. We got a warrant on the grounds that the apparent landlord of the property hadn’t paid back taxes in years, and the believed presence of nuclear material on the grounds from the satellite scans. The team on sight cut the phone and internet, plus scrambled any data access they had otherwise so nobody in the facility could message Mathias or anyone else that could alert him…The bad news…”

Bob looked over at where Nolan was gazing, settling on the two body bags as Mercado shut the doors of the van and tapped on the back, signaling the driver to start the trip back to New York.

“The bad news…is that your new friend was right…This facility was exclusively used as a dark site surgery facility. They found four male subjects much like your friend here described them, like they had been turned into hallowed and hunched drones. The team also encountered several female members of the facility and have them all in custody right now. They just sent me this video from an interrogation.” Nolan said as he pulled up an attachment on his phone.

Bob looked as Nolan pressed play, sitting in a typical interrogation room was a woman that Bob could only describe as a living sex doll. She appeared to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, but the thick lips, bolted on tits, flowing black hair and striking blue eyes only highlighted that this woman was a slut first and foremost. She was crying, moaning almost at the female agent sitting across the table.

“He will save us! You will see!”

“Who will save you?”

“The Master silly! You stole his property!”

“So, you think of yourself as property?”

“We all are, that is what he chose us for, to be his, to be owned by him. To be at his beck and call. To serve him and his holy cock.” The mystery female said, licking her lips as she sighed…just mentioning this master was turning her on.

“Don’t you find that…degrading? You are a human being; no human being is property.”

“But I am baby, I am a ****, a **** to the great Mathias Maximus…and if you play your cards right you will be too, everyone will be…I see how you are staring at my perfect titties, want to feel them? Master can get you some great looking tits so you can stroke his cock with them no problem!”

Nolan paused the video as Bob put his hands on his head. Dear God. The son of a bitch actually did it. Under everyone’s noses. He was **** people and changing them into his own harem of slaves, the females into cookie cutter idol worshipping sluts and any rival males into mindless drones to be used as menial labor or to be changed into tools.

“The head agents in Nevada are from The Factory too, I told them to keep this under wraps for now until we figure out what to do next…Bob there are at least 4 more facilities like this listed in the files, including Maximus HQ in LA.”

“Yea…I know…We need to find him.”

“Mathias? Sure, but where do you look? The man is a ghost. We know he lives somewhere in California but even when I have kept tabs on him once and a while, we can never find his home on any satellite footage or are able to trace any communications. He is only seen entering and leaving his offices, normally with some kind of female friend in tow.”

“You mean ****?” Bob said curtly. The public perception of Mathias was that he was a rich playboy, a man who would be seen with a different bodacious bombshell on his arm every other day. No doubt the public never could imagine those consorts he was with were probably transformed and brainwashed against their will to worship him like a God.

“Don’t worry Bob, this will give us more than enough to finally nail this bastard. Any Graduate with a brain will back taking him down.”

Bob shot upright, the term Graduate triggering a feeling his gut, and began to run to the car.

“Wait what did I say?” Nolan asked confused as Bob jerked open the handle of his Charger.

“I will call you later!” Bob shouted as he started the car, startling Amy as he pulled full reverse, spun the car around and started flooring it down the autumn leaf covered path.

It may be a hunch, but Bob Franklin just felt deep down that there was only one place where Mathias was most likely wanting to go.

And his daughter and wife were in the crosshairs.

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Mathias exited the elevator into the entrance lobby of The Factory, regarding the large portrait against the wall. The Founders.

Mathias smirked. It was hard to believe everything The Factory stemmed from these seven ordinary humans. Well, former ordinary humans, records indicate that the first people to be considered Graduates were the founders themselves, being the first subjects to test their revolutionary **** regimen. The first true Bimbos and Studs.

Mathias started to picture the new portrait that would occupy this space. He would be the main focus obviously, with Aphrodite on her knees, caressing the true god of the new world, the cock all slaves would seek to suck.

The heavy entrance doors opened, and Mathias turned his head to regard the woman who would sire the heirs of humanity for the first time. Jenna was wearing a sundress that had several cutouts to highlight her toned midriff and back muscles. The It was tied in a halter style and a middle window featured her braless cleavage for Mathias to behold, and her perky nipples were obvious under the fabric. The dress also was form fitting down her waist, save for a large slit up the right leg. Her hair was loose and messy, as if she had just come from a wild session in bed.

“Ah. Jenna, I presume…or was it, Venus?” Mathias asked.

Venus just smiled wickedly and ran forward, jumping into Mathias’s arms and sticking her tongue down his throat. Mathias acted on instinct and began to kiss back, exchanging a deep probing with Venus’s tongue, which he realized was already more dexterous than he expected.

“Do you always greet strange men with your tongue?” Mathias said with a dark grin.

“Only the ones I want to fuck.” Venus replied, grabbing the back of his head and continuing to make out, finishing by playfully biting Mathias bottom lip and hopping out of his grasp.

“Well. At least we don’t have to establish that for you.” Mathias responded with deep satisfaction.

He moved forward and linked his finger under her dress strap, expecting his future Aphrodite to submit and want his cock inside her right here and now, only to raise his eyebrow at her removing his hand.

“Ah, ah, ah, lover. All good things in due time…but first, I want to show you what I want to offer you. I know you want Aphrodite…but I think I can do better.”

Mathias felt the immediate impulse to slap Venus with the back of his hand. No property of his would talk back to him, it was not their place to question him. However, for the first time in a while, he held back. Was it curiosity? Was it him wanting to subliminally savor his meal…he wasn’t sure.

“I doubt that…but you have my attention, show me.”

Venus gestured to Mathias to follow her down to the factory proper. Mathias walked into the grand rotunda, taking in the sight of The Factory for the first time in years. It felt good to be back, and it would feel even better when he was running the show. He heard sounds of fucking from below, and he gazed over the lip of the circular ramp to see several couples in several different coital positions in the pool below.

“No need to worry about any surprises. The daily orgy was in full swing when all the action happened. We have each other all to ourselves.” Venus assured him as she kept leading him on. They eventually made it to the science wing, and Venus led him back to her lab.

When Mathias walked through the door, he once again found himself with a wide smile on his face. Tied to a support beam near the wall, arms and legs bound together, were Marsha McPherson, Magnus Maximus, Dr. Robert Williams, Beth Scottsdale, Misty Farber, and Tso Abella. They were also gagged and seemingly ****. Tied down to two different hospital beds were Athena and another woman he did not recognize but had the same kind of musculature as Athena. Sitting on a stool near the massive tank on the opposite wall, and suddenly gasping and averting her gaze in fear, was Wendy.

“Well, well, my little bird, you have been quite the naughty little slut, haven’t you?” Mathias said coldly, immediately deciding on several scenarios to properly punish her for failing in her tasks to him.

“Don’t blame her love, if it weren’t for Wendy, I never would have finally opened my eyes to the possibilities of our union. Besides, she is superb at eating pussy.” Venus giggled as she walked over to Wendy and playfully groped her chest, which made Wendy instinctively squeak with pleasure.

“Hmmmm indeed. Now. This proposal you were mentioning…you know what I want. You know what I want you to become. This is perfection. Aphrodite is everything I have been building to and more. To suggest that you have…corrections to that plan. Well. I would have to be very much convinced to change course.” Mathias stated, standing with his arms crossed.

“Mmmmm, I knew you were a man that gets what he wants but seeing it in person. I’m already getting wet baby. Now, let me show you something we can both get wet on.”

Venus walked up to one of the white boards covered in her notes and moved it to the side, revealing a wall holo display she never used. When Jenna was in the driver’s seat, she preferred white boards to digital because it was easier to just erase away notes forever. Venus was not as picky. She activated the display and a 3D model of herself, nude, appeared and began to slowly rotate. Jenna pressed a few buttons, and the model began to morph into Aphrodite. Mathias grinned.

“Now, judging by what Wendy and these two sluts told me before I sedated them. This is your Aphrodite. A brain-dead bimbo slut. A hot hole to please and tease you, to sire your children, to wait hand and foot upon you.”

Mathias nodded, knowing the but was coming on her little presentation.

“But it seems in your plan, which to the point has worked, your nanites opened my eyes to the way the world needs to be, needs to change to to become paradise. They also did more than you expected my love…they showed me more.”

Venus clicked another few buttons and the model began to change again. Mathias frowned a little, thinking what kind of insolence would let her think his design was not enough, then he regarded the changes being made.

The model now had a long slick of shining black hair that rested at the bottom of her rear, which itself was molded to firm yet curvy delight. Her legs kept the same long and lush look of Aphrodite but were fit as well. Overall, the whole body was now the ideal mix of curvy and athletic, Mathias could see the plump areas perfectly interweaving with clearly defined muscles like the now washboard abs of a only fans starlet. The chest, before an obscene H cup sized rack, was now more toned down, but still a very much enhanced DDD, the implants however, were more bolted on than Aphrodite. They stood at attention, sticking straight out with perfect, perky, nipples. Finally, the face, it was not too modified from Aphrodite, but Mathias could tell it looked sharper, less rounded, almost intimidating.

“You see, my love, I still want to be yours. You will have my body, my ass, my mouth, my pussy. You will have it all, whenever you desire. Yet, I found myself feeling that you may have interpreted what you really need.”

“Oh? And tell me, what would a bimbo like you know about what I need?” Mathias replied in a commanding tone, feeling the line he set in his head was about to be crossed.

“You wanted a bimbo goddess, one to lay at your feet and submit to your every whim…but you have all of that already, no? Wendy explained what our home is like after all. Your harem of slaves.”

“Yes, I do, but Aphrodite was to be the best of the best, the prime ****, I don’t see how this new version is supposed to supplant that vision.”

“I do, and it all has to do with this.” Venus said proudly, gesturing to the tank and all of her life’s work.

“You don’t need another ****. You need a queen. One who believes in your vision and carries it out to the letter. My work can speed up that process my love. This tank can change any woman into the perfect bimbo in days, not months. Imagine, no laborious psychological brainwashing, no secretive medical transformations. Just lead them to the tank, and let it bring about a new age.”

Mathias cocked an eyebrow. He was indeed a little surprised. He knew all about Jenna’s work from Wendy’s reports of course, and he planned on doing something with it once he had turned her to Aphrodite, but to apply it grand scale to his goals was something he didn’t think he would need once he had her.

“Interesting, but that still doesn’t answer my question. I can just change you to Aphrodite and then have a whole team of scientists operate this machine. You won’t need to worry about things like science or intelligence. Only this.” He seductively said while gesturing to his cock, filling the right leg of his pants.

“Why have a whole team when you can have one? Me. Leading the charge for your new world. A woman who will love you and fight for you every day, using all her wiles and new desires to fulfill yours. Why do you think I decided to call myself Venus? I will have everything Aphrodite could provide you, as well as a need to see the world set in its place, as your intellectual equal as well. You as the Alpha, and I as your Omega. The only woman in the world who will be able to sit beside you, to finger myself as you conquer each slut I change for you, before you cleanse your cock of those inferior cunts with my tongue and throat, filling my pussy with your seed so I can create the next generation of perfection.”

Mathias chuckled. His equal? No female was his equal, to admit such would be to undo his entire life of fixing his broken mind and body to the ideals he has today.

“I knew you would find that hilarious. That I wish to be your equal. But isn’t that what you always wanted? I mean, you wanted her.” Venus said, gesturing to her mother, tied up and ****.

“That was a long time ago, things have changed.”

“I can be what you wanted then. Your own Marsha McPherson. A partner, who would enrich your life and share your passion. A lover, who can submit to your every carnal whim and pleasure. A being who will never allow you to feel bored of them, to renew your lust for them every day, to ensure that you are pleased, are happy, and whole. To stimulate your mind, ensnare your senses, and provide you endless years of ecstasy.”

Mathias grunted, but it was an interesting thought. He would obviously need her to be subservient to him of course, yet, he now had himself thinking of Aphrodite as he designed her. The Prime ****. This would mean she would be everything his current slaves would be and more…but wouldn’t she basically just be like any of them, but with a little extra feature? Venus…as she described what she could be, would fulfill the sexual requirements no doubt, but to fulfill his desires unquestionably while standing by his side, the perfect woman, and the perfect man, the ideal that no other in their gender would ever have. That is what he originally saw even before he transformed, the image of himself with this version of Venus, her stroking his chest while he filled Samantha with his cock, whispering that she loved how he makes her submit, how she begs to be fucked, how she must feel jealous of her, being able to lay with him every night.

“Plus, think of the looks on my mother’s face when she watches us consummate our perfection. Me laughing and moaning as I ride your cock with my new and perfected body. The tears when I state that you were the perfect man, and I had finally done what she never could, and became the perfect woman.”

“You would betray your parents just like that?” Mathias said, raising an eyebrow at this delightful idea. Venus laughed, matching Mathias in her satisfaction.

“Jenna may not, but I am not Jenna anymore. They lied to me for years, let the world whisper about how I never looked or felt like the child of Mr. And Mrs. Factory. Your nanites helped me see their cruelty for what it was. And that your vision was the way to correct that wrong. To become perfect. To be your partner, your Queen.”

Mathias was…impressed…he would never admit that he was wrong…but the greatest kings and emperors in history always had that partner to their side who was their real consul, their sole secret keeper, their lover behind closed doors. It was a new development that he now felt curious about…and if she was wrong, he could always overpower her and change her into Aphrodite anyway.

“You surprised me my dear…and I am not often surprised…alright, I will accept your little proposal, on the condition that if I am not truly satisfied by your new form, that you will accept becoming the one I desired, becoming Aphrodite.”

“I think that is a fair request…but Venus Maximus has such a better ring to it no? That’s a name that all women will desire to be, and all men will wither at the idea of never having, knowing it only belongs to you.”

She walked up to Mathias and caressed his face, planting her crotch right on his leg. Mathias smiled as he felt the entire top part of his thigh feel damp. She wasn’t lying. She was soaking wet.

“Then how shall we celebrate the future of humanity, Ms. Maximus?”

“Oh, I know exactly how. Let me show you what your little robots have done to me now and imagine what it will feel like when I am in the body that will be your one and only.”

Venus slid down to the floor, unzipping Mathias from his pants and dropping both them and his underwear to the floor, letting his tree trunk cock flop free.

She gasped, and laughed with an insane little lilt, as she grasped the two-and-a-half-inch wide girth of the 15-inch-long cock with her hand, bringing the tip to her lips. Her tongue darted out and started to tease his cock head, bringing a sinister smile to his face. Her tongue was exquisite, he could feel the control she had, one that some Graduates never achieve. He sighed with satisfaction as he felt the tip of her tongue tease, and then slightly insert itself into the tip of his penis, allowing his already gathering precum to slather her dripping tongue further. Venus moaned as she tasted him, looking at him to convey how lucky she was that this is what she would be tasting every day, afternoon, and night. She spat in her hand and began to stroke his cock with both hands, inserting the tip into her mouth and sucking while she lathered up the cock. Finally, she looked up at Mathias, winked, and began to swallow.

“Finally, Venus, see what true male perfection is supposed to be.” He said to her as he reached back to grab the back of her head and slammed her down on his cock. To his surprise, she hummed with glee and took all of him inside of her. No gag reflex, no resistance, just pulsating, warm, wet throat. She looked up at him from the base of his cock, her jaw formed in the perfect seat, giving him that look he now realized was what he always wanted, a look that said.

“Show me what your cock can do.”

Mathias grinned, he planned to do just that. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and began to throat fuck Venus, going fully out and in, accompanied by truly lurid moans and happy sloppily gushing sounds coming from his future Queen. He couldn’t believe it; her throat was better than he could have imagined. Here she was, not even 30% near what either of them wanted her to be, and he could feel her controlling her entire throat, clutching his cock, making him fight to leave it’s embraced. All with a smile on her face.

She began to massage his massive balls at the same time, which made Mathias shudder, the playful grasp of Venus milking him for what would eventually be one of many loads that she would take into herself from her King. She felt them begin to swell in her hands. That time has come.

“Are you ready Venus? Are you ready to see what the future shall be? TAKE IT VENUS. YOU SLUT. MY SLUT! TASTE PERFECTION!” Mathias bellowed as he thrust one last time, holding Venus with his cock fully inside her throat as he began ripping off right into her stomach.

Venus’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt one, two, three, four, five massive globs of cum fill her esophagus. Thick, molten, and forceful loads that made her squirt herself all over the floor beneath them. Mathias began to slide out, and laughed as he surprised her with one last cumshot, filling her mouth and covering part of her face. She didn’t skip a beat though, wiping every strip of cum with her fingers and using her tongue to corral it into her mouth, laughing and ticking her tongue out to show she swallowed all of it. She came back to the base of his cock and began to kiss his ball sack, using her tongue to massage both as she slowly stroked his cock again.

“Everything I ever wanted and more. If that is how you fuck my throat…”

“Wait a few moments, and I can make sure you know that too. This will be your existence my love, every moment you can have all of me, my cock is your god, you are its scion. The world is going to know both of us as their sovereigns. The only true man and woman. Mathias and Venus Maximus. Perfection!” He said in a loud proud proclamation, finally realizing his destiny was won.

He was so enraptured he didn’t hear the skittering of two large syringes sliding across the floor, landing in the hands of Venus, who then swiftly popped off the tops of both and inserted the needles, one each, into both of his testicles, plunging the blue liquid into them before he could react.

Mathias roared and launched Venus back making her land on the floor ten feet away. He yanked both syringes out of his balls, seeing they were now empty, and looked back at Venus with an instant violent rage, he would have stepped forward and snapped her neck, but he suddenly felt…weak.

“Sorry lover, but sometimes, you can’t always get what you want.” Jenna said defiantly, spitting out what remained of Mathias from her mouth with very much implied disgust.