Chapter 36: The Stud, The Sluts, and The Tamer of Slaves

“The rapid repair of previously damaged cells is astronomical. Not only does Subject M appear to have lost all noticeable blemishes on the skin, but the actual dermis also seems to be constantly repairing itself when exposed to outside factors. It also seems to be repairing non biological factors too. Subject M’s tattoos now look like they have been freshly applied, to a vibrant degree. NOT ORIGINAL FACTOR. STEM CELL SOLUTION ADOPTING FACTORY CODING RAPIDLY.”

“Just because she wrote it in caps doesn’t mean you have to yell her notes out loud.”

Magnus looked up from one of Jenna’s notebooks, blinking slowly to readjust his eyes.

Nicoletta was looking at him from across Jenna’s lab with an amused look on her face, as she closed another of Jenna’s rapidly piling notebooks.

She marched him down here to talk to Jenna directly after sending Misty off to handle her business with her movie and Santana, one of the department heads in the factory that Magnus had not met yet. When they arrived at the lab she was nowhere to be found. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they began to examine the space, trying to find any kind of connection between Jenna and Mathias or his plans.

Magnus was still extremely anxious. The risk of letting anybody in on upending his uncle was always high. Mathias was obsessive about controlling the gameboard, any indication of an opponent gaining an advantage would have been corrected. Now, Nicoletta, Misty, and by extension Jenna’s other friend Tso, were now basically made his coconspirators. Yet, whenever he looked at Nicoletta, he got the impression that even if Mathias was here in the lab, she would feel not an ounce of fear.

“Sorry, **** of habit. All the notes are written like this, although I can’t understand half of the words in here, scribbled or not.” He said back as he shut the journal, turning to look over the four white boards crammed with formulas and Pepe Silvia levels of charts and connective threads.

“The little wolf is a brilliant scientist after all. One of the best I have seen here. I am surprised you don’t see the artistry here though, weren’t you a scientist yourself?” Nicoletta questioned as she walked next to him to gaze on the board as well.

“I tried. I was more into science for the large stuff, seeing humpback whales, explosions, the space shuttle. This kind of science though, goes beyond me.” Magnus said, genuinely, Jenna’s work, even those many years ago in camp, made other kids their age look like cavemen trying to clack rocks together to make fire. Her mind was…uncharted.

Nicoletta noted the genuine look of wonder in his eyes.

“Then that begs the question Magnus. According to this slut spy of your uncle, he has plans for all of this. What do you think those plans might be?” Nicoletta asked with a flourish to the entire lab. She had her own thoughts, but she wanted to hear his on the matter.

“Well. My Uncle is always trying to find the cutting edge. His selling point when he took over was that the normal was not enough. He was always asking R&D to own the ‘frontier’ if that makes sense. Now that I know he became, well, him, here. That makes more and more sense every day.”

“And Jenna’s work is on that frontier. You noticed her other friend, right? Tso?”

Magnus nodded. It was hard not to. Ever since she showed up in class in her new body, Tso has since never worn the same beautiful yet slutty outfit twice. And when the class began giving each other hand jobs, her work was noticeably masterful.

“That result was after two dips in that machine. 2 weeks. She had a battery of surgeries in between the first and second as well, and came out like she had not even been pricked by a pin let alone gone under a knife. This kind of machinery in the hands of that pedantic misogynist would be very problematic, no?”

“Of course.” The sudden thought of Mathis having a machine that could change people on a whim frightened him to his core.

“However, that is just one side of our little mystery, right?” Nicoletta said as she kept leading him down the path of her curiosity.

“I know what you are getting at. Jenna. No doubt having her by his side would help even more.”

“Your friend Wendy? Mathias’s little plaything. Constantly testing you and telling you that the next phase will commence, right? Maybe that phase involves Jenna.”

“I mean, beyond the obvious motivation of getting his dick in her mouth, I don’t see why Jenna would even be on his radar. He has an entire company of scientists that could recreate this work easily. Why focus on Jenna alone?”

Nicoletta chuckled, exhibiting a raised eyebrow from Magnus.

“Maybe I can provide you with some clarification. In all those files you looked through after giving our wonderful librarian her daily dose of ‘yes daddy’ did you notice who lead the charge to expel your uncle from all access to this place?”

Marsha McPherson. Or really, Marsha Franklin.

“My hypothesis is that your uncle isn’t just in this for the science. That is just a secondary goal. Jenna. That is his goal. All the power in the world, all those changes made to his body, and your uncle is no different than any other simple-minded fool with a stick to swing.”

Magnus felt it come together in his head. She was right. Maybe it was all that simple. ****. Getting to Marsha through Jenna. Yet somehow, he thought that wasn’t just it. Wendy always mentioned that once Mathias took over this place then things were going to change. That Mathias would somehow come back to The Factory and craft it to his whims….

“In that case, we cannot waste too much time then.” She said as she walked over to the sample machine and began to activate the machinery. She began to craft a fresh container for the tank.

“Wait you want to go in there now?”

“Not me. You.” Nicoletta said with a direct shot as she poured a sample of Magnus’s **** cocktail into the fluid. He really needed to learn not to carry such important things in much better places than his pants pockets.

“ME? No way!” Magnus choked in surprise.

“We know how this process effects female subjects, but not males,” She continued to lecture as she loaded the smaller concentrated solution into the tank machinery, which began to froth and fill the tank with a mottled blue fluid, “If your uncle truly plans to take this for his own, would it not benefit us to know it’s fullest capabilities? This place isn’t just a Bimbo Factory you know, we do also create wonderful Studs.”

“Well, yes, but there must be another way, I didn’t want this! Any of this!”

“And yet you are here. To my eyes, you have taken to this place like a natural. You certainly don’t shrink away from experiencing the benefits of this place, pun intended. Your uncle may have sent you here as part of his plans Magnus, but hubris always leads to the fall. Male hubris especially. Anyone who thinks they hold all the cards doesn’t ever expect they are wrong or can make mistakes. Magnus, sending you here was that mistake.”

Magnus looked up at the machine, now almost full of a cloudy blue fluid. Sure, he longed for the time where he was just a VP, working away in his little office while his uncle fucked everything with a pulse in his top floor castle and didn’t acknowledge his existence. Yet, if it weren’t for him coming here, he would have never found the drive to finally stand up to him. He would never meet Jenna again, circumstances notwithstanding. Plus, she was right, as much as he thought this place a hive of absolute insanity…that didn’t stop him from having some of the best sex in his life.

“Well?” Nicoletta said as she climbed the ladder to get the cradle ready.

Magnus looked up at her from the floor and raised his hand to rest against the tank.

He sighed, and softly chuckled. The cruel irony of Mathias himself always saying a Maximus never backs down from a chance to conquer not escaping him.

“Fine.” He said as he stripped to his underwear and climbed up the ladder, laying down in the cradle as Nicolette strapped him in. She handed him the breathing scuba like apparatus to attach to his mouth.

“That’s the spirit, enjoy your bath.” She said with a coquettish whisper as Magnus felt the platform descend and the warm water begin to submerge him. He breathed out as his vision became nothing but a bluish cloud, followed by a quick fall to sleep.

A warm, familiar, sleep.

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“So. You are sure this is what you want to do?”

Misty nodded as she handed the tablet back to Dr. Williams. With Incarnal set to start shooting soon, she needed to get all the steps in place so when they reached the halt point in filming that she could facilitate her second trip into Jenna’s tank and get right back to it as…well…herself. Also, with this set to go, she could concentrate fully on helping Nicoletta, Arthur, and Tso with finding out what was up with Jenna.

“Well, it seems you are also looking for the gambit here. Even some of our experimental offerings too. Quite ambitious, don’t you agree darling?”

Beth looked over Robert’s shoulder at the display, with a fascinated air. Rumors around the factory were that Beth seemed to be making more time to work with Dr. Williams in person. Something about, “not wanting to miss out on another cutie getting a follow up dicking.”

“Definitely ambitious, and Jenna’s machine can facilitate this. You’re sure?”

“Yes, my dear, I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“And your tongue.” In a quick retort that was not even subtle, and very much laced with lust.

Dr. Williams harumphed and leaned back in his chair, adjusting his glasses, and pouting like he had just been caught in a cookie jar.

“Hey, I know it sounds weird as hell, but I took a dip in that machine too, and Beth, Jenna has something you are going to flip out about when you see it.” Misty said shifting in her seat. The pang of ecstasy rang out as the butt plug gifted to her by Santana did its job of fulfilling her in more ways than one.

“No doubt, Jenna keeps surprising us all here, even though I have been seeing less and less of her each day.”

“Oh? I am sure she is just headfirst into her work; she is always like that.”

“That brings the second reason I had hoped you would come down here, Beth and I have been talking, and we would like to ask you a favor.” Dr. Williams said as he sat back forward in his chair with a sudden air of seriousness.

“We are…concerned about Jenna…other members of the faculty have chimed in as well.” Beth said, not really hiding the fact that it was Marsha she was talking about.

“Nothing major, we just need somebody to check up on her, deduce if her treatments are going ok, basic things. You and Tso are the closest people to her, you can probably accurately discern if anything was wrong and just let us know? If her cocktail is off, we must address that right away, and sometimes isolated behavior is a sign of that.”

Well. This certainly was going to speed things up a bit. Misty didn’t even get a chance to talk to Tso about Nicoletta and Arthur being involved.

“Um, yea, sure, we can do that for you no problem.”

“Excellent! And one more thing, we will need to complete some tests after your surgery to make sure you...”

“TO let me know about it so I can also see the results of Jenna’s work as well.” Beth interrupted with a very pointed reply, causing Dr. Williams to roll his eyes. Misty figured he liked this just as much as Beth did though, judging from the soft thump she heard under the doctor’s desk.

“If you are that curious, I can always provide you with a sample.” Misty Noxx said as she stood out of her chair, rotating her hips a tad, letting the plug do its work.

“Oh, I don’t think you need to do that right no…” The Doctor went to say as Beth clapped her hand over his mouth.

“What kind of sample?”

“Remember when you gave Jenna, Tso, and myself that tour on our first day? How, you offered to lick my pussy? To part my lips and shove your tongue deep inside me to show what a real Bimbo can do?”

“I do, maybe not as in depth as that, but yes. I do also recall following up on that promise that evening though.” Beth replied in a teasing tone, letting Misty walk up to her real close, maintaining her hand over Dr. William’s very much not surprised face.

“You did…but you never let me return the favor. Sure, I got to taste Santana, but after that you both left. If you really want to know what Jenna’s work can do, even with just one treatment, I can show you right here, right now.” Misty Noxx said as she put her leg in-between Beth’s, feeling the already moist patch against her thigh, their faces inches away. Observing Beth many times already, she knew what kind of moves she reacted to, what made her tick. She respected a little dominance from her female partners.

“Well, how can I turn down such an offer. Robbie, I need you to be a good doctor and observe this for…scientific purposes. You know, to full assess what Misty can do now.”

Dr. Williams rolled his eyes again. Beth had no intention of him taking notes, she just wanted him to watch. A continued “punishment,” he supposed. He would have to return it in kind as soon as Misty left. Beth loved it when he would follow up her fucking someone else in front of him by fucking her throat over his desk.

Beth turned to Misty, and on cue, Misty brought her hands to Beth’s face and pulled it in for a sapphic kiss. It was a full blown porn romance style to this one, it was sloppy. Both tongues massaging the other, saliva being shared across both, as they both started to happily moan from the contact. A loud thump as heard as Dr. Williams felt his cock surge up and strike the bottom of his desk again. Misty deftly unbuttoned Beth’s blazer, revealing the lone lace bra that she wore underneath, and continued down her toned midsection to slide her hand under her dress pants, it didn’t take long for her to feel the hot and now soaking pussy of Beth, which she playfully inserted two fingers inside, eliciting a lusty moan of happiness from her.

After a few seconds of very slow fingering, Misty broke the kiss and removed her hand from Beth’s pants, holding up her soaked middle and ring fingers, and making sure to make direct eye contact with Beth as she licked them both clean.

Beth smiled as she shed her jacket and slipped her pants and panties off in a fell swoop. She removed her bra and sunk to lay down on the coffee table in front of Robert’s desk, spreading her legs wide and using her enhanced muscles to flex her labia, making strands of her precum drip from her lower lips.

“Well now that you had an appetizer, come and get the main course.” Beth said with a deep and commanding tone.

Misty wasted no time and sunk to her knees, coming in between Beth’s legs. She didn’t want to spare any expense, so she grasped Beth’s waist with both her hands and dragged her ass right to the edge of the table. She began to kiss down her thigh, maintaining her eye contact as she got closer and closer to the glistening goal.

Robert felt his cock thump the desk again. As much as he wanted to jump up from the chair and immediately shove his cock deep down Beth’s throat while Misty ate her out, but he respected Beth’s guidelines during love as much as during administration meetings. It would be rude to just insert himself in there without it being agreed upon. But lord, it was so very hard not to.

Misty reached Beth’s pussy, getting a huge whiff of the same sweet aroma she just tasted off her fingers. Her clit, peaking out like a mischievous little pink button, almost begged to be touched. Misty noticed in most of her interactions with women here that those who are further along in their graduation process had clits that were more pronounced, sensitive, and eye-catching in the best way. Was this a choice of making it easier for a clumsy partner to find the clitoris? Maybe. In any case, it was a choice that Misty looked forward to exploring once she fully finished becoming what she saw in her dream.

Beth sighed as Misty brought her thumb in contact with her clit, softly rubbing in a circle, never stopping the connection as she kissed around Beth’s now soaked labia. She made first contact with the inner walls of Beth’s vagina with her tongue, the taste alone nearly made her violently cum.

Beth removed Misty’s hand from her clit and started rubbing it herself. Misty looked up with her tongue still barely gracing the glistening hole in front of her, reading Beth’s mind with an intuition made even more razor sharp by this place.

I will take care of this, feast.

Misty did not hold back, and fully dove onto Beth’s mound, beginning to explore every solitary inch of her with her tongue. Beth’s head reared backwards as her eyes rolled into her head, letting a very loud moan escape her lips. Misty felt Beth’s muscles react and grasp at her tongue, trying to drag her deeper in. She relished the challenge, and only increased her rigorous exploration.

Robert felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple. On one hand, Misty was taking this cunnalingus into expert territory. Without any modifications or upgrades, what he was seeing was graduate level play. Even those who came through the doors of the factory having given oral sex before were always a tad clumsy, maybe overenthusiastic. Misty was operating in complete cooperation with Beth, giving in all ways for her to receive. On the other, well, the now rhythmic thumping under his desk and the sounds of Misty dining on his lover's lower eros made him eager to test another hypothesis.

Beth was now panting and writhing as Misty kept lapping away at her lips, she was getting close. Misty could tell, as the twitching of Beth’s pussy began to become closer and closer in intervals. Time to introduce a trigger. Misty began to massage Beth’s ass cheeks, sneakily moving closer and closer to her asshole. In a smooth motion, Misty switched from pussy to ass, playfully tonguing her butthole to make it nice and wet. She then switched back to the surprised Beth’s cunt, while simultaneously inserting her right thumb into her anus.

Beth went cross-eyed and screamed in joy as she began to cum. Misty felt her mouth get hit with a wave of liquid. Beth was a squirter, a powerful one. Misty formed a tight seal to catch as much as possible, feeling it drip from her lower lip as she lapped up her reward. With a final twitch, the flow ceased. Misty leaned up on her knees, gulping down the last of Beth’s cum, and licking the remainder from her lips.

“HOLY. OH. FUCK. That was the BURHKF.” Beth tried to answer as she sat up, not finishing as Dr. Williams, who had come from around the desk with his cock bursting out of his pants, fully buried his member in her mouth, open and panting from Misty’s display.

“I think I can take it from here darling.” He said as he began to slowly deepthroat Beth, who was so lust drunk that she instinctually began to move her head back and forward to fully engulf the doctor’s penis.

“So…are we good to go?” Misty said, wiping the remainder of cum from her face as she stood up, reminding herself not to jump back in to help the Doctor in his new endeavor.

“Yes, your surgery is all scheduled to go on the date you specified, even if it is after you finish filming a scene for this movie you are doing. Just remember to let us now on Jenna’s personal situation as well.” He said in-between thrusting his cock into Beth’s mouth, eliciting a guttural gluck as her throat grasped on each entry.

“Of course, now, I guess I will leave you be. I need to go get some workout time in before I hit the gang bang tonight.” Misty said as she stood to leave, turning her back on both to not further tempt herself to make this into another threesome.

She shut the door behind her and thought to herself that this was going to happen. She was going to become what this place was training her to be. A sexual goddess, an adult film savant, a battery of human erotic culture. Before any of that though, she needed to find Tso and fill her in on the Doctor and Beth’s sudden interest in Jenna as well, and how to incorporate that into her plans.

She then realized as she walked away from the slowly increasing sounds of Dr. Williams and Beth having a surprise physical.

Where was Tso?

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Tso walked up the inner spiral of the Factory with nervous excitement. Mere hours before, while she was working on a brand-new piece of evening ware in the fashion studio, she got an update on her factory supplied watch. It was an alumni request.

She was initially perplexed by the notification but then remembered what Beth explained to the three of them when they arrived here, that if you gain enough attention in your process of becoming a graduate, you may gain the attention of alumni who visit the factory. An alumni request could go a long way in your journey, affording you some perks or even connections you can leverage in the outside world once you are out. Of course, that probably would be on the back of having some wild sex, but with an alumnus that would be something extraordinary.

Expecting such, Tso dove into her latest creations to pick out the perfect outfit. She wore a black tube top underneath a matching black blouse that she tied off at the middle to expose her midriff. The tube top featured a silver zipper up the middle, that she unzipped just enough to expose the top part of her cleavage. She completed the look with black skintight leather pants, low rise, so the straps of a red thong could clearly be seen clutching her hips while the pants left no doubt to the sculpture of her lower half. She matched the thong with a pair of red seven-inch heels. She teased her hair to fall down her back and added a simple black choker to top it all off. This was one of the outfits she bookmarked for what she would wear at one of her first potential fashion shows. An outfit that screams professional and sexual fashion.

She also knew that she had to meet Misty down by Jenna’s lab near dinner time, so it would also be an acceptable outfit to wear post sex to discuss the next step in how to solve the mystery of her friend’s weird behavior.

Maybe she will wear it tomorrow. For Amar.

It had only been hours ago that Marsha let her know that she was now to be part of the class educational presentation to intro intercourse along with Amar, who had asked for her directly. After wearing out another dildo in the Fashion studio shower, she finally could focus and deal with the fact he was going to be here. The last time they met she was a nervous and shy woman, one that could not fully appreciate the experience a man like him could offer. Now? Well. To say she was excited was an understatement.

She drew some long looks from others as she swayed her hips in the direction of the visitor’s apartments, located next to the small dorms that housed all the current students. The outfit is a winner, making a mental footnote to put it in her personal rotation. Although Marsha did say wear something light…this one was not as easy access.

She put the thought out of her mind as she arrived at the front door of the apartment listed on her notification. She felt a tickle of nervousness as she did a final check of herself. A little trickle of fear, over having sex with somebody from outside the current group of humans in the Factory. That tickle subsided, replaced by the ever-brimming confidence in that was the whole point, right? The reason she pulled the trigger, jumped in Jenna’s tank, and transformed her body into this. To realize her fullest potential, grasp her dreams, and achieve ultimate satisfaction…and to ensure whoever she fucked along the way would not forget her. Before she even knocked on the door, it swung open like it sensed her presence.

“My word. You certainly took my advice. Look at you now.”

Tso nearly toppled over on her heels, momentarily losing balance, and feeling an armada of butterflies inside her stomach.

“Amar!” She squealed as she left forward and kissed him on the mouth, letting her tongue swirl with his as he shut the door behind them.

He laughed as he broke the kiss and looked down at her, her chest pressed up against his. He felt the instantly hard nipples on her tits press into his pecs. He went to speak but Tso did not give him the time, as she undid his pants and retrieved his cock from within. Tso sunk to her knees and started to slurp up and down his beautiful cock. She dreamed of this cock. She remembered when they laid out in that cabana so many months ago, she was scared then, not even able to think about taking such a large cock in her mouth.

Ancient history, she thought, and giggled as she took his head into her mouth and winked as she sank all the way to his crotch, taking Amar all the way in. He cursed as he felt her throat pulse and grasped up and down his shaft, a hot and wet tunnel that did not let up in the need to please. He also felt her tongue sneak under his scrotum and begin to move side to side, making sure his balls were not left behind. She kept this position for a minute or two, before coming up on his cock, bringing the tip back to her lips. She laughed and used her tongue to playfully circle his head, using her tip to lick the precum from his urethra.

“Never given a blow job before?” He said teasingly.

“Hmmmm, well, let’s say I have had plenty of practice now.” Tso whispered as she replaced his cock inside her mouth and started to pump up and down his shaft. Amar smiled and laid his head back against the wall, letting Tso finish this wonderful hello of hers. He watched her bob her head up and down, not even hesitating to take all twelve inches and two inches of girth, repeatedly, humming with sexual energy. She began to piston now, reaching behind Amar and grabbing his ass, using the leverage to go even faster. Amar grunted and grabbed the back of Tso’s head, keeping her down on his cock and roaring as he came hard. Tso came as well, feeling Amar’s cock pulse in her throat and the molten hot release of his cum shoot down inside of her. He let go as she slowly came up on his shaft, sucking softly, making sure every drop of cum was not wasted. She let the tip come out with a comical pop, swirling the cum on her tongue before swallowing.

“You know. When Marsha said you had progressed in finding your inner self, I did not expect something like this.” He breathlessly said as he put his cock back into his pants.

Tso stood up, licking her lips, smiling with pride. She clocked his eyes surveying her body up and down, lingering on her ass, her tits, her face, gazing into her eyes.

“Well, this is all on you Amar. You said to embrace this place, find your inner self. I let all my fear go and lo and behold, it kinda found me.” She said honestly as she leaned in for another kiss.

“I am glad to hear it, even though I am shocked at how quickly you reached this point. Come, I made tea. Honestly, that was what I was going to open with, but you skipped a few steps.” He chuckled as he took her hand and led her to the kitchen table, fully dressed, a fresh tea pot and plate of small sandwiches on top of it.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. I knew you were coming but I didn’t expect you to send me an alumni request.” She admitted as she sat in the chair, embracing the aroma of the tea…or was that the musk of Amar’s cock still on her lips? Either way, it was a smell that put her at ease.

“I wanted to surprise you and imagine my surprise when you turned that on me!” He exclaimed as he poured two cups of tea, offering honey which Tso nodded to add.

“Yea…not the same girl you met I know.”

“No, I know it is you, your eyes are the same. Little sparkling windows to the creativity beneath. Now, the inner soul has crafted a vessel worthy of that potential. And what a vessel you have crafted.”

Tso blushed, her nipples tenting both her tube top and blouse.

“I have also heard you have been hard at work on your collection. I am happy to hear that your spark is ignited for what brings you joy as well as pleasure.”

Tso sat up suddenly in her chair, remembering Amar’s shared joy in fashion with her.

“YES! Amar you don’t understand, my brain has been firing off designs at a rate I can’t stop. I mean look at all of this!” She said rapidly as she turned on her watch and swiped through several of her designs.

They spent the next few hours going through her designs, showing off the pieces she intended to connect in her show.

Amar laughed and sipped his tea. Her enthusiasm was electric. She went a mile a minute showing him dresses, lingerie, bathing suits, business attire, shoes, and beyond. He knew what she was capable of from her designs he saw before they met, but this was a visionary at play.

She queued in on his amusement and stopped, shutting down the projection and blushing once again.

“It is wonderful, isn’t it? The inspiration, the freedom? Like opening the faucet on full for the first time.”

“No doubt. I haven’t been this productive since I first started design.”

“Not to mention your design now.”

Tso cocked her head at him and bit her lip, of course, her body was also by design as well.

“You have shown me your line, and may I say I love what you have put together. If I may ask, what is this one made of?” Amar asked playfully as he sat back in his chair.

“Well, if you really must know…” Tso said as she stood up and removed her blouse and laid it on the table. She stood in front of Amar and directed his attention towards her fit abdominals.

“Liposuction and fat cell reversal therapy.”

She then flexed in a faux strong woman pose.

“Nanite muscle infusion.”

She then unzipped her tube top, letting her girls fall free. Her nipples rocked hard, making Amar raise an eyebrow.

“Perma-Gel, 500CC. Nipple surgery to implant new nerve endings.”

She rotated in place and unbuckled her pants, letting them slide slowly down her ass. She reached back and grasped her right cheek.

“Perma-Gel, also expandable.”

She unzipped the lower leg portion of her pants to step through without removing her heels, and turned around to face Amar, who was watching her with the intense eye of a fashion week critic on the runway. Tso massaged her tits and brought one up to her mouth, licking her nipple with her tongue.

“Oral surgery, nanite nerve infusions to increase throat control, and tongue surgery to improve dexterity and length…but you know that already.”

Amar chuckled as Tso continued to turn and tease him. She was excited, and he felt that more than anything else.

“My hair and skin maintain their vibrant color, laser removal for all body hair, and last but not least…”

Tso snaked her thumb under the drawstring of her thong and let it fall to the floor turning again and presenting her pussy in all its glory.

“Vaginal rejuvenation and nerve infusions to increase control, as well as clitoral enhancements.”

Amar began to clap. He felt he had to.

Tso blushed and smiled, giving a very theatrical bow, coming back up and placing her hands on her hips. She no longer felt anxiety being fully nude, especially here in this moment.

“Incredible.” Amar uttered

“This is it, the inner me made flesh. Is it what you predicted?” She said, letting the flirtation drip from her voice.

“That and more. Which brings me to the other reason I sent you the request.” He said, putting down his tea and leaning back in his chair.

“Oh?” Tso replied, feigning confusion of course, she knew exactly what he meant.

“Well simply put, tomorrow, in front of your classmates and Marsha McPherson herself, we must provide the first example of what true sex should be. What sex will mean for all of you for the rest of your lives when you become a graduate.”

“I know, certainly seems to be a big event.” She said, massaging her tits and playing along.

“Precisely. Therefore, I feel that I would be doing all of you a disservice not to give the best performance I can give…and that means, I need to know my partner inside and out. I have experienced the out…but now…”

“Getting straight to the point, aren’t we?” Tso said with a smirk.

“Well. You did kickstart that process right in my doorway.” He retorted.

Tso laughed, it felt so natural to just joust back and forth. Conversation with Amar felt like nothing, easy as breathing.

“I agree then, I would not want to let Marsha down after all. And in that case…” She said as she walked forward and sat in Amar’s lap. He smiled as she leaned into his ear and licked his earlobe.

“Take me to your bed Amar. Lay me down and see for yourself. My body is yours to experience. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. And trust me, I can take more than seven inches now.” She whispered into his ear.

Amar scooped her up in his arms, and Tso wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, leaning in for another deep kiss. He walked them in the direction to his bedroom, kicking down the door and laying her on the bed.

“I think with this proper intro to each other, we can assess what to bring to your class tomorrow.” He said as he removed his shirt and pants, joining Tso in nudity, letting his cock flop to attention. He leaned down and kissed Tso again, letting his cock rub up and down her vagina, teasing her.

“Of course, Amar, and I think we need to start with some vanilla faire.” Grasping his cock with her hands and guiding it to her slit.

Amar did not wait; he tilted his hips forward and thrust inside of Tso. She shouted in glee. All twelve inches. Her body hummed. She felt her clit rub up against his pubic bone, her lips spread wide for Amar to finally fill her needs. This was it. Her dream cock. All for her, her body made to make it hers.

“Are you ready?”

“So ready!” She moaned as he started to thrust in and out of her pussy, pinning her legs behind her, making Tso smile wide with joy.

Misty would have to wait. This was going to take all night. She had to show Amar how his lotus had bloomed.

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“Mistress Athena, the subject is stable. The Athena nanites are working perfectly.”

Athena looked through the observation window at the former flight attendant, strapped to a desk, and covered in bandages. They concealed different cybernetic augmentations implanted into her body, making her just as much of a machine as she was a woman. Not to mention the cosmetic upgrades to make her a proper match for Athena.

To the leadership of the factory, they would be nothing more than two super fit sluts, taking a small vacation to the place they met. The place where they fell in love, body, and soul. What a crock of shit.

“Excellent ****. Right on schedule. Mathias will be pleased.”

The **** before her nodded…but Athena immediately sensed an air of unease. The slaves that Mathias tasked with running the lab in Los Angeles were reprogrammed to always run at top efficiency, to always believe in their experiments. That is what made the Master happy. That is what they shall do. So, a moment of pause, however slight, was alarming.

“If you have something to say ****, then out with it.”

The **** gulped. Athena was not one to show any kind of weakness towards, she would pounce on you and before you knew it be part of the dungeon sluts in Mathias Manor, getting your slit licked for what felt like ages while being held up in chains.

“Well. I would agree Mistress…but why have you ordered that all updates on the upgrade of this subject be delivered to you directly and not cc’d to Master? I insist that we lift this and let him know at on…”

She didn’t even get to finish as she felt a prick at the base of her neck. Athena had moved so fast she didn’t even leave a mark at first. A thin red line appeared below the ****’s collar bone, right above her comically mushed cleavage in a porn parody nurse outfit. Her pupils went wide, and her tongue lolled out.

“Just a little prick of neurotoxin is all it takes. Amazing stuff really. Mathias didn’t even know his company had the stuff hidden away. Something about being too poisonous for proper application. Men, always thinking about big doses, but never ever do they think they only need a subtle touch.”

The **** drooled on the floor. Athena laughed deeply as she caressed her face, pinching it between her thumb and pointer finger. She could squash her head like a melon right now. But then again that would be too violent. Too rash. Too erratic.

“We didn’t send any updates to Mathias. In fact, the both of us were never here. It was the most normal week and a half that you could experience here ****. In fact, you can barely remember because you are going to join your sister Slaves who are currently in your office right now. They are all wet and horny, and you need to lick all of their wet holes.”

The **** slobbered, made a happy little gargling noise, and licked her lips like a hungry animal. Athena nodded and let her go, slapping her on the ass as she mumbled how wet this orgy would be.

Finally, just her and her protégé. Future protégé that is. She of course told Mathias that she picked up the flight attendant but found her too much of a hassle to have with her. He originally was not pleased but agreed that Athena working with her assigned identity would be enough. Her alibi was air tight, all of the lab female staff who would be capable of telling Mathias the truth are currently trapped in a small office head first in each other cunt's, thought to have fallen for another weekly orgy as Mathias programmed his slaves to do often.

That fool. How complacent he was. How sure of his control.

He probably thought it a joke when he sent the data file on who she was to be to infiltrate the factory. His loyal right hand, his assassin, his buff clock sleeve, and tamer of slaves. She could hear his dark chuckle as he thought how amusing it would be as she would go to the factory and call herself this name, live this person’s life.

There was no way she would remember who that name belonged to. Who that name had become. No way that his very first experiment on bending the female form to his ideal could remember.

Athena remembered. She remembered everything.

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Note from Ted: *hand emerges from loose soil covering a grave* I LIVE, BITCHES! Yea, I know I said there wouldn’t be as long a gap to this chapter. But. Well. Here we are. As life tends to do, curveballs are thrown. In this case those curveballs are new developments at my day job, increasing hours at my second job, complications taking a small business off the ground and lovely little health developments (note the sarcasm). I am going to try to get this next one out, which goes into Athena’s backstory a bit, by the end of August. Subject to change of course. Thank you all for supporting the story so far, and welcome to those who I noticed were adding the story to their favorites even without the regular updates! Till next time!