Copyright 2017 by Wayne and Ann Triskelion
All Rights Reserved.

Still with us, you demented pervs? Thought so.

Everything in this is offensive. Shit’s about to get real, so run away screaming if fantasy, non-consensual sex and BDSM frightens you. Poor Gwen is scared out of her wits, Jessica is getting freakified, David is still MIA, and Alex is being one sick, twisted fucker.

For those of you interested, there is a lot more coming. We made this little universe, and we want to play in it. We’re working on several titles in the Transformations Universe in addition to Witnesses. We also have the novels Morpheus, Dry Run, Tourists, and Lilith in various states of completion. They tell the story of those weird fuckers from the Church of Morpheus in detail from beginning to end.

In addition, we’re planning a whole series of short stories, including Transformations: The New Gym which will be available for free download in the next few days. Here’s our promise to you: short stories will always be free. Novellas and novels, first taste is free…

Once more for the reading challenged: THIS IS A WORK OF FANTASY. This ain’t real, man. Now, if you and your significant other or others want to try roleplaying some of this kinky shit? Well, damn, motherfuckers! Take pictures and send them to us, you nasty freaks!

Until next time: Stay Kinky, my Friends.

Wayne and Ann

Chapter 3

He turned off the light as he left the basement. A single dim light was left on over Jessica’s sheet draped body.
The helmet whirred and clicked. The needle positioned itself over another location on Jessica’s scalp.
Crack.
The needle shot forward and drove into Jessica’s brain.
Gwen bit her lip to keep from screaming.
The needle stopped after about an hour, and Gwen could hear the gentle sound of Jessica’s breath as the poor thing slept.
Gwen tried to pray in the darkness. There was nothing left to do.
The restraints held her fast.
There were security cameras in the corners. Occasionally, they moved on their mounts.
He’s watching us, she thought. Her pretense of prayer stopped. She couldn’t concentrate anyway.
He’s watching us and stroking that big, fat cock, she thought. She thought about the immense length of it, the clear fluid that dripped from the end. Suddenly, she was furious. She wanted to kill him.
The next time he gets close enough, I’ll bite him. Bite his dick. Bite his big cock. I’ll open my mouth wide and…
She gasped. Her body tingled all over.
“No! Oh, no!” she whispered in the dark. What was wrong with her? She tried to clear her mind of the erotic thoughts, but it was too late. She envisioned engulfing the head of his dick in her mouth, jaws complaining at the girth. He smiled down at her as she felt her lips close around the head.
He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer. Her throat expanded as it slid inside.
“No!” she mumbled, but the phantasms continued.
She imagined herself squatting above Alex, sliding inch after inch of his monstrous length into her body, ruining herself.
Back in reality, fluid leaked from her vagina and wet her asshole.
The Ambrosia, the single drop he had put on her tongue? Was it causing her to have these thoughts?
“Our Father, who art in heaven…” she tried to pray.
The words wouldn’t come. She had forgotten the words to the prayer, the first prayer she ever learned, and she panicked and sobbed. “Our Father, who art…”
“…in hell,” Jessica’s voice whispered from her bed.
Gwen almost cried out in fright. Trembling, she remembered more words, “Hallowed be Thy name…”
“Damned be thy name,” Jessica said. The voice was hard, cold – nothing like Jessica’s voice at all.
Gwen sobbed.
“He maketh me to spread my legs for thick cocks,” the voice said growing lower and more guttural. “His rod and his hard, throbbing shaft comfort my sloppy wet cunt.”
“S… Stop it!” Gwen said.
“Surely sin and depravity will consume my soul… Now, shut the fuck up, you ignorant bitch. I’m programming this useless cunt!”
Gwen cried out and sobbed. It wasn’t Jessica talking. Something else’s voice was coming from her lips.
She thought about Alex’s words from earlier. “The church – that’s who I was talking to – sometimes they can be cold. Part of their conditioning is the removal of empathy…”
The visor and headphones. Someone from the Church of Morpheus was brainwashing Jessica as she slept.
And, Gwen knew she would be next.
God, help me, she thought.

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Jessica had slipped back into unconsciousness a few minutes after their foul exchange. A little later, Gwen had fallen to sleep as well.
Sometime in the early morning hours, Jessica screamed.
Gwen’s eyes snapped open and she jerked awake. She was confused at first – this wasn’t her bed and her arms and legs were tied down.
The memory of the previous day came flooding back and, with it, the dread.
Jessica screamed again. “No! What have you done to me?”
“Jessica? Can you hear me?”
“No, I won’t do that! Stop telling me to do that!”
Whir. Click. Crack.
The needle on the robotic arm was doing its evil work again.
“Nuh!” Jessica yelled out, arguing with the voices in the helmet. “F… Fuck. No! I won’t fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Fight them, Jessica,” Gwen said out loud.
She strained her neck to see.
Jessica was trying to sit up, but the belt around her waist bent her at the middle. Her body trembled as if she were having a seizure.
“The helmet, Jessica. Take off the helmet.”
Fingers caressed Gwen’s forehead and she screamed.
Alex whispered from beside her in the dark. “She can’t hear you, and, even if she could, she can’t remove the helmet. It’s stuck fast to her skin and won’t release her till she’s complete.”
“How long have you been there?”
His face appeared beside her own. “Just a few minutes.” His face was somber, his eyes sad. “She’s struggling for nothing. They always win.”
“I’ll struggle harder than she is,” Gwen whispered.
He shook his head and caressed her face. “I hope not.”
Jessica screamed again.
Whir. Click. Crack.
She dropped back on the bed and went limp.
Alex turned away and headed for the stairs.
Jessica didn’t move.
“Is she dead?”
“No,” Alex said over his shoulder. “She’s too valuable to kill.”

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Despite her best intentions, Gwen fell in and out of sleep after Alex left the basement.
In between bouts of dozing, she called out to David who was, she believed, still unconscious somewhere on the floor behind her.
He never answered, and she wondered if he wasn’t as valuable to the people who controlled the helmet on Jessica’s head.
Was she?
She woke from a doze to Jessica’s voice, whispering. The hysteria from earlier was gone, and now she seemed to be conversing with the voice from the helmet.
Jessica giggled. “No, that’s silly.”
Gwen opened her eyes.
Jessica was still lying on her back on the bed draped in the white sheet.
However, the sheet seemed shorter – the lower half of her calves now protruded out from under the sheet.
Her feet were strapped into the most insane pair of stiletto heels Gwen had ever seen. Her feet were bent straight down from her ankles and her toes bent out at a ninety degree angle.
Eight inch black spikes descended from the heels.
Gwen squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again.
It wasn’t that the sheet was shorter. Jessica’s legs were longer.
And, something was pushing the sheet up at her chest.
No, no, that isn’t possible, Gwen thought.
Jessica was smiling, still wearing the helmet with the visor and earphones. Her hands pulled free of the sheet and she pulled the helmet off. It fell from her fingers and dangled by the thick black cables attached to the bed.
She pulled off the visor and headphones.
Jessica stretched and yawned.
She threw off the sheet.
Gwen screamed.
Jessica’s 34C bust had swollen into two basketball-sized mounds that defied gravity.
Jessica looked toward Gwen and smiled. “Look, Gwen! Big titties!”
The voice was Jessica’s but three octaves higher.
Her nipples looked like small thumbs jutting up toward the ceiling. Jessica caressed them and shuddered. “Wow!”
“Oh, God, Jessica, I’m so sorry,” Gwen whispered.
“Sorry about me getting big titties? I’m not!” She squeezed her nipples.
Twin streams of clear liquid sprayed up toward the ceiling and spattered back on her stomach.
Gwen gasped.
Jessica went into a fresh bout of giggles. “Milky titties.”
She raised her long legs into the air. “Ooo, pretty shoes. You like ‘em?”
“Jessica, what’s wrong with you? Can’t you see what they’ve done to you?”
“Yeah, they made me pretty.” She tried to get up, but the belt around her waist held her fast. “Bondage? I’m not a bondage slut.” She unbuckled the belt and rolled onto her thick hips.
She rubbed her buttocks. “Damn, Jessica got back.”
Gwen wanted to scream.
Jessica tapped the toes of her stilettos on the floor. “Well, here goes nothin’.”
She stood up and swayed slightly.
The heels made her six foot eight.
“Fuck! This is weird. I got legs for miles.” She took a tentative step forward. Her hips swiveled and her breasts swayed as she put one foot in front of the other. “I walk funny.”
She grinned and danced around on the heels. “Hey, look at me, Gwen! It’s like I was born in them.”
Jessica balanced on one foot, kicking her left leg backward and lowering her face almost to the floor. “Look at me, I’m a ballerina!”
Her naked sex glistened in the dim light.
Still balanced on her right foot, she did a squat, bending her knee and letting her thigh rest on the back of her calf. She laughed out loud.
She stood up and skipped around the room, big breasts bouncing.
Gwen cried out as Jessica lay down on top of her on the bed, her lips an inch from Gwen’s own.
“I feel so fucking hot. Do you think I’m hot?”
From the neck up, she was Jessica, but, from the neck down, she was liquid sex.
Gwen started to cry.
“What’s wrong, Gwen?” Jessica asked. She pouted her lips. “Are you sad because you’re still flat chested? Don’t worry, they’ll make you a balloon titted bimbo soon.”
Gwen bit her lip to keep from screaming.
Jessica rolled her eyes in thought. “I really need to pee.” She jumped off the bed and clicked across the tile floor. “Don’t go away!”
I’m losing my mind, Gwen thought. I’m going insane.
“Fuck!” Jessica screamed from the bathroom. “My hair! Why didn’t you tell me my hair was a wreck? Please let there be a brush in here. And, where are my damned eyebrows?”
She came out a few minutes later running a hairbrush through her long black hair. Her eyebrows had been drawn back in with thin lines.
Gwen was shaking and sobbing.
Jessica knelt behind her head and brushed Gwen’s hair. “Oh, stop crying, you big pussy. I’m the one that got jello squirted in her boobs – is that what they did?” She wiggled her chest.
“Shots. He gave you shots,” Gwen sniveled.
She frowned down at Gwen. “I hate shots. I’m glad they put me to sleep.”
“Jessica, listen to me. You have to unbuckle my straps. I can get us out of here.”
“Unbuckle you? Umm, no.” She stood up and tapped the end of Gwen’s nose with the brush.
“Jessica, we have to get out of here. Please.”
“No way. He still has to tattoo me and then he has to fuck me.”
Gwen stared at her. “Are you insane?”
Jessica tapped her lips with the hairbrush. “Maybe. But, we aren’t going anywhere, you stupid slut.”
She stood with her hands on her hips and looked behind Gwen. “Well, hi there, David.”
Jessica swayed her hips as she walked away.
Gwen strained her neck trying to see behind her, but it was no use.
“Hmm, I always wondered if you were packing like your brother.”
“Jessica! What are you doing to him?”
“Oh, pew. Fuck, he stinks. I think he pissed himself, maybe worse.”
“David, are you awake?” Gwen asked.
“Nope, he’s out,” Jessica said. “I’m so bored, Gwen.”
Her smiling face appeared above Gwen. “Let’s play.”
“What? What do you mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Gwen. You know what I mean.” She slipped the sheet off Gwen’s naked body.
“No!”
Jessica climbed onto the bed and straddled her waist. The massive breasts hung over Gwen’s face.
Jessica kneaded Gwen’s shoulders. “So tense. I can fix that.”
Jessica squeezed her big nipples and sprayed Ambrosia across Gwen’s neck and shoulders.
“Aiggh!” Gwen shrieked. The liquid felt electrically charged on her bare skin.
“Tingly, huh? The video last night taught me how to do this.” She sprayed more of the clear liquid on Gwen’s small breasts.
Gwen’s nipples went rock hard as Jessica began to massage the Ambrosia into her shoulders and breasts. “N… No. No, stop, please, Jessica.”
“Shh, I know what’s best for you.” Jessica was working her way down Gwen’s body, soaking her in the milk as she went, massaging it in.
“Oh!” Gwen whispered as the liquid poured across her groin. It touched her little nubbin and she started moving her hips.
Jessica giggled as she worked the Ambrosia into Gwen’s thighs and calves. “I’m making you my slave, Gwen.”
“No. Stop. Please.”
“Shh,” Jessica whispered.
Her mind drifted as she felt Jessica’s strong hands massaging her.
Gwen paid no notice as Jessica unbuckled the straps and rolled her onto her stomach. The Ambrosia puddled in the small of Gwen’s back and Jessica spread it over her buttocks.
“Open wide.”
Gwen obeyed, spreading her legs, letting her knees slide down the sides of the narrow bed. She arched her back exposing her ass and pussy.
Jessica laughed gently, long fingers probing Gwen’s folds. She tickled the hymen. “Want me to break this for you?”
“N… No… no don’t.”
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot, that’s for your wedding night, right?”
“Yesss,” Gwen moaned.
“Okay, I’ll just have to try a different hole, huh?”
“Okay,” Gwen whispered. She was floating on a cloud.
She felt the finger at her anus and tried to pull away. “No, not there!” She struggled to wake up.
“Shh, trust me.”
The finger became more insistent.
“Relax, Gwen. You know you want to.”
The slick finger slid inside.
“Gah,” Gwen gurgled.
The finger tip moved in and out, never past the first knuckle.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Yesss.”
Jessica giggled and pulled out her finger.
Gwen whined at the sudden empty feeling. “No, don’t stop.”
Jessica laughed. “That didn’t take long.”
A shiver went through Gwen as Jessica locked the waist restraint around her, pinning her face down to the bed.
Jessica’s weight was lifted off her.
“No! Come back!”
“Be patient. All that hair is grossing me out.”
Gwen was warm inside. She looked lazily at her left arm. It was coated in Ambrosia that had turned into a thin gel.
She had an impulse to lick her arm.
No, snap out of it, she thought.
She strained against the strap across her back. She unlocked me! She unlocked me and I could have fought. I might have gotten away!
But, she hadn’t wanted to get away. Even now, her body was craving Jessica’s touch.
She reached behind her with both hands, but the buckle was out of her reach.
She grabbed hold of the front of the bed and pulled, trying to slide her body through the loop of leather that held her down.
Even with the slick Ambrosia coating her, the belt was too tight.
Slap! Jessica swatted her right butt cheek with her open hand. “Naughty, slut!”
Gwen cried out as Jessica straddled her body. She faced Gwen’s feet, and Gwen could feel the woman’s hot sex rubbing over the small of her back.
Wetness trickled down the crack of Gwen’s ass and poured over her crotch.
“What is that?!” Gwen shrieked.
“Permanent depill… depall.. Oh, fuck it, permanent hair taker offer.”
“No!” It was the green liquid Alex had bathed Jessica in the day before. She jerked her hips trying to get away.
“Stop it,” Jessica giggled. “It’s too late, all that yellow fuzz is gone. You’re cunt is as bald as mine now.”
Gwen felt Jessica massaging the depilatory into her thighs and calves, and then she screamed as Gwen turned around and applied the liquid to the back of her neck. “Stop it!”
“Maybe I should just take it all? A different color wig for each day?”
Gwen was sobbing. “Please, Jessica, don’t.”
Jessica sighed. “Okay, fine.” She unbuckled the belt and spun Gwen onto her back. She was leaning all her weight on Gwen, pressing her mammoth tits into Gwen’s B cups.
Suddenly, Gwen hooked her fingers under Jessica’s armpits and shoved.
Jessica didn’t move. Instead, she grasped the edges of the bed and pulled herself down.
All the air whooshed out of Gwen’s lungs.
Jessica was crushing her. “Now, are you going to stop fighting me?”
Gwen gasped and nodded. She couldn’t get enough air to speak.
Jessica smiled. “What?”
Gwen felt the room growing dark. She was losing consciousness.
And then the pressure was gone.
Jessica sat beside her on the bed, her long body towering over her as Gwen gasped in lungfuls of air.
“Much better.” Jessica stood up. “Now, buckle your waist belt.”
“W… What?”
“Buckle it. Put yourself in bondage.”
Gwen didn’t dare go against her. She buckled the belt around her waist.
“Now the left wrist.” She was staring down with a cold stare that frightened Gwen worse than anything Alex had done.
She twisted around and locked her wrist into the restraint.
Jessica ran a long nail up Gwen’s right side causing her to shiver. “I guess there’s no way you can lock your other wrist restraint.”
Gwen shook her head.
“Beg me.”
“What?”
“Beg me to lock down your wrist.”
Gwen sobbed.
“Beg me!” Jessica’s eyes flashed with anger.
“Please, Jessica, lock down my wrist.”
Jessica smiled and nodded. She took Gwen’s wrist and gently guided it to the leather strap. She locked it in place.
Gwen shivered as Jessica stared down at her with a crooked smile that made it look like she might eat her.
Instead, Jessica grinned wide. Her eyes were warm. She snuggled in beside Gwen on the bed and kissed her neck. “That was fun! Maybe I am a bondage slut?” She smiled at Gwen and blinked.
A game. It was just a game for her, Gwen thought. What had been a terrifying ordeal for Gwen had just been make believe for the doe eyed Amazon who nuzzled her neck and held her tight.
Jessica dipped her finger in the depilatory and rubbed it on Gwen’s upper lip. “Not that ya got any, but might as well make sure.”
She rubbed it off with her thumb. “Want me to do your eyebrows?”
“No. Please, don’t.”
“Okay,” she said as she laid her head on Gwen’s right breast. “You won’t be scared when they talk to you. They’re super smart, and they know just what to say to make you feel better.”
“Jessica, they’re making you do this. Doesn’t that bother you?”
She twirled a lock of her raven hair in her finger. “Should it?”
“They’ve turned you into…” Gwen said.
Jessica frowned. “Turned me into what?” Her lower lip quivered.
A freak, Gwen thought. But, she couldn’t say that. There was something almost innocent in Jessica’s big gray eyes. “A… prostitute.”
Jessica stared at her blankly for a moment, and then she burst out laughing. “I’m not a prostitute, silly. A prostitute gets paid. I’m a slutty whore – I do it for free!”
“Doesn’t that bother you? Don’t you remember who you were before?”
Her drawn on brows knitted together. She bit her lower lip. “My name was Jessica,” she said, drawing the words out like she was trying to remember the Gettysburg Address. “I used to be married to… Cal! And, I used to go to the church of the false god. And, now I’m a whore!”
“What about the rest? What about your family?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Don’t remember that. I’m bored, let’s play again.” Her fingers trailed across Gwen’s chest.
“No, I don’t want to play, Jessica. I want you to remember. Remember Alex gave you a drug and made you like this? You didn’t want him to do that.”
She gently twisted Gwen’s left nipple, “No, you’re right. I didn’t! I was scared.”
“And, now?”
“I want to play with you!”
Gwen rolled her eyes. “Jessica, think! He made you do all this. We were abducted.”
Jessica shook her head and sighed. “And, before that, I was bored! And, I’m bored now. Enough talking.” She cupped her big right breast and squeezed. Ambrosia dripped from her palm.
Before Gwen could react, she pushed her wet palm against Gwen’s mouth.
A half ounce of fluid made it into Gwen’s mouth, and the world exploded in color.
Her body went stiff in an orgasm that made her bones creak.
“God!” Gwen screamed.
That was the reaction Jessica had been waiting for. She slid forward on the bed and pushed her left nipple into Gwen’s mouth.
Gwen tried to spit it out, but it was too late.
Jessica cradled Gwen’s head as she gently squeezed mouthful after mouthful of Ambrosia into her mouth. She rocked her gently. “There, that’s better. You know what to do, its hidden in your brain from when you were a baby.”
Gwen’s mouth went into autopilot. She latched on to the breast and began to suck and swallow in earnest.
And, every swallow brought an orgasm.
Jessica stopped kneading her own breast. There was no need, the Ambrosia was flowing from Gwen’s sucking alone.
She gently massaged Gwen’s left breast.
All thoughts of the past two days were gone from Gwen’s mind. All that mattered was the delicious nectar flowing from Jessica, and Jessica’s fingers that slid down from Gwen’s breast and found her newly bared pussy.
Pussy, not vagina. It was a pussy, a twat, a cunt. A wet juicy pussy, and Jessica knew exactly where to touch her.
Her orgasms were coming every few seconds.
Something was squirting out of her pussy every third or fourth orgasm. It splattered on the floor.
Jessica smiled down at her. “I know. It feels wonderful doesn’t it?”
Gwen nodded, lips firmly glued to the beautiful breast. She started straining her arms against the restraints.
Jessica unbuckled her left wrist, and Gwen grabbed Jessica’s right breast. She squeezed and drenched her face in Ambrosia.
Jessica pulled the hand from her breast and made Gwen touch her own clit.
It was standing up, and she exploded again as she rubbed it
“It’s called saturating. If I did this to you for a few hours, you’d be a whore just like me without the shots.”
A whore? Yes. That’s what she wanted. She wanted to be like Jessica with her big J cup titties filled with Ambrosia.
She wanted to fuck.
A thousand images passed through her mind. Her and Jessica servicing long lines of men and women alike, covered in girl juice and cum.
A powerful orgasm took hold of her and her whole body convulsed.
She passed out.

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Gwen wasn’t sure how long she had been out, but she awoke to find herself alone on the bed. She was completely strapped down again. “Jessica?”
“You said it was shots, right?” Jessica asked. She was standing somewhere behind Gwen, and Gwen could hear her rummaging through a cabinet.
“What?”
“The way he made my titties big?”
“Umm, yeah… some kind of shots.” Gwen was still warm and comfortable from the lovemaking. She blinked hard. Lovemaking… it all rushed back to her.
She had done… things. With Jessica. “Oh, my God.”
“Oh, here we go,” Jessica said.
Gwen heard glass bottles tinkling together.
Jessica giggled. “Slutifier? Booty-max? Mega-sensitizer? These names are so funny.”
She stepped in front of Gwen with a bottle of red liquid in one hand a syringe in the other. “Titty Grow.” She erupted in giggles.
Gwen’s eyes grew wide as she realized Jessica’s intentions. “No!”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “We can’t play properly until you have big milky titties like mine, stop being a pussy.”
Jessica studied the bottle. “It says: increases bust size by one cup size per CC. Inject through nipple to a minimum depth of two inches. Growth rate equals one cup size per hour.” Jessica frowned. “Reduces IQ significantly in higher dosages.” She looked at Gwen quizzically, “Gee, do you think I’m dumber?”
“Jessica, please don’t…”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “Okay let’s see: you got little B cup titties, and we need to get you to a J cup.” She bit her lower lip and looked deep in thought. “Booby sizes go: A, B, C, D, DD, DDD, G, H, I, J.” She counted on her fingers at each size. “That makes ten CC’s. And, you’re already a B, so that’s A and B.” She held up two fingers. “And, ten plus two is twelve. Twelve CCs per titty!”
“No! No! Jessica, that’s not right! You counted wrong. It’s only eight CCs. You’re going to make me four sizes too big!” An N cup?! Was that even possible? Was J even possible for her?
Jessica cocked her hips and smirked. “Ha, ha, nice try, slut. But, I can still do math. I’m not that dumb.” She drew the red liquid into the syringe.
Gwen screamed.
“This is for your own good, Gushing Gash Gwen… Hmm, I like that name. Maybe that’s what he’ll name you.” She depressed the plunger and shot a tiny stream of Titty Grow into the air. “He hasn’t named me yet.”
She leaned over Gwen. “I won’t lie. I think this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker.”
“Jiggly Jugs Jessica!” Alex called from the stairs. “What are you doing?”
Jessica froze and hid the syringe behind her back. “Nothin’.”
Gwen couldn’t believe she was happy to see Alex. He was wearing his overalls but the shirt was gone. She saw his bare muscles rippling as he walked across the floor.
Her eyes immediately went to the dark stain growing down the left leg of the overalls.
“Nothing, huh? Give it to me,” Alex said. He held out his hand.
Jessica pouted like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar. “We were only playing. Weren’t we, Gwen?” She handed Alex the syringe.
Alex smiled at Gwen. “Oh, I can see you’ve been playing. Gwen is soaked in Ambrosia.”
“Gushing Gash Gwen,” Jessica said.
“No. Just Gwen. For now.”
Gwen gazed intently at the wet spot on his overalls. She licked her lips involuntarily.
Alex winked at her. “Later, darling.” He held up the syringe. “Twelve CCs? That would make you an N cup.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “We have specialty whores with N cups. They spend all their time on their backs… literally.”
Jessica bit her lower lip. “Oopsy.”
“Yes, oopsy. You almost ruined my favorite slut. We don’t have a way to reduce breast size without surgery. You’ve been very bad.”
“You want to spank me?” Jessica asked and started to wiggle her chest and ass.
“Not right now. For now,” he pointed across the room. “Go stand in the corner and think about what a bad girl you’ve been.”
Jessica lowered her eyes and walked away. “Yes, Master.”
He shook his head. “I’m not your master. Someone will claim you in Havana.”
Jessica stopped in her tracks. “Wait! Jiggly Jugs Jessica! You named me!” She came running back on the ridiculous heels. She leaped into Alex’s arms.
He caught her and pulled her close in a long soul kiss.
Gwen watched as his hand dropped to her buttocks. He slid a finger between her legs and penetrated her.
And, Gwen felt angry.
She felt jealous.
Why was this… dumb cunt getting fondled? Why was Jessica getting a name while she was still just plain old Gwen?
Alex caught her glaring at him. He nodded knowingly.
What’s wrong with me? Gwen thought. How could she be jealous of her abductor’s attention? The Ambrosia, it had to be the Ambrosia. It was all over her and clouding her thoughts. Everything was upside down and backwards.
Alex slapped Jessica’s ass. “Now, you go to that corner like I told you.”
Jessica walked backward wiggling her breasts. “Jiggly Jugs Jessica hears and obeys, Mas…”
He looked at her sharply.
“Alex. Just Alex,” Jessica corrected herself.
Alex watched her walk away.
Gwen gritted her teeth, he was staring at the slut. He wanted her.
Alex sat down on the bed beside Gwen. “Did you have fun this morning?”
She turned her head away. “I was forced against my will.”
He turned her chin to face him. “That wasn’t what I asked.”
She glared at him defiantly. “No. I did not have fun.”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I watched it all on the cameras. You loved it, you fucking slut.”
She looked at him in horror.
“And, these cameras? They feed directly to Havana. To the street in Havana. Millions of people watched you having your first lesbian experience. It got nine stars on the jerk-off meter.”
Gwen gasped. “No! No, tell me you’re lying.”
He gripped the back of her hair. “Now, listen to me. You belong to me. You belong to the church. You are property, Gwen. You’re going to come out of this on the other side as a whore. It’s up to you how much of your brain is left when you get there.” He pointed toward Jessica.
She was standing in the corner with her back turned, furiously massaging her clit.
“Jessica came out of this with about half her brain, which is pretty good all things considered.” He released her hair and caressed her face. “You could come out of this intact if you just embrace it.”
She was breathing hard, which had the unfortunate effect of drawing in his pheromones and making her want him. She was growing wetter. “Fuck you.”
Alex laughed. “Still feisty. I like that.” He held up the syringe. “Twelve CCs.” He shook his head. “Still, you did try to interfere in Jessica’s programming last night.”
“What?!”
He looked at her severely. “There are repercussions for every transgression, Gwen.”
He depressed the plunger on the syringe and sent a CC of Titty Grow into the air. “M cup. Do you agree you did something wrong by trying to interfere last night?” He put the needle against the tip of her nipple and held it there.
Gwen was hyperventilating. “Y… Yes, I shouldn’t have interfered. I won’t ever interfere again.”
He smiled and held the needle vertical again. “That’s good, Gwen. Very good.” He squeezed out another CC. “L cup. Did you enjoy what Jessica did to you this morning?” He put the needle against her nipple again.
“N… No.”
The needle pricked her skin.
“Aiggh! Please don’t. Yes! Yes! I liked it.” She burst into tears. “Oh, God help me. I loved it. I wanted it. I wanted her. Please, don’t make me say anymore. It was wrong.”
He pulled the needle away and hugged her. “It’s okay, Gwen. Shh. There’s nothing wrong with what you felt. You’ll understand soon.” He held the needle up and squeezed out another CC. He sat up.
“K cup. Tell me you love me. Tell me you wanted to scream when you saw me kiss Jessica. Tell me you’ll renounce your faith and commit yourself to the church. Tell me now.” He held the needle against her nipple.
“I… No. I can’t do…”
He drove the needle into her nipple and deep into her breast. He pressed the plunger.
“No! Please, don’t!” It burned like fire.
“Repercussions, Gwen. I warned you.”
She screamed as the syringe emptied.
“Why? Why did you do that to me?” She whispered as he pulled the needle out.
He stood up and walked out of sight. “Because you belong to me, and I wanted to.”
He returned with a second syringe of Titty Grow. “Can’t have you lopsided, now can we?”
Gwen closed her eyes.

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At least he sedated me for the other shots, Gwen thought.
He detailed all the modifications when she woke up. He said he had done everything to her that he had done to Jessica, with the exception of the cervix dilation and the pink goo – her hymen was in the way, and he was looking forward to deflowering her.
Her clit and her asshole were throbbing, the effects of the Mega-Sensitizer, and, no doubt, the Slutifier shot that she could almost feel reforming her ovary.
She couldn’t stop thinking about sex.
But, her mind was intact – no needles to the brain yet. And, Alex told her if she was a good little slut, there would be no need for the needles at all.
She stood naked on the floor with her back against a pipe, her wrists manacled above her head. She balanced on “Slut Trainer Heels” – six inch stilettos with a severe arch.
Her feet felt like they were locked in a vice. The shots in her legs were bending her feet, and soon she would need the crazy eight inch heels Jessica danced in so gracefully.
Alex needed her to stand because of special injections to her back.
“The injections will build up your back muscles so you can carry that beautiful rack I’m giving you,” he told her.
She breathed steadily as she watched her tits grow. She had been hanging from the manacles for three hours, and her breasts had swollen into DD cantaloupes.
They felt full as if they needed…
Milking, she thought. Young mothers at the church had told her about needing to nurse their children regularly, and now she could sympathize.
Jessica bounced by in her new costume: a skintight white latex nurse’s uniform with red stripes. The hem was about an inch below her crotch, and the top had a zipper that reached below her navel. It was unzipped to the bottom of her breasts.
Her hair was up in a bun, and a little white old fashioned nurse’s hat made of latex was pinned to her raven hair.
She had traded her black heels for thigh high white latex boots with the same stiletto spikes.
It had been a joke, of course.
Alex had said, “Jiggly Jugs, if you want to play doctor, you might as well look the part.”
She had giggled incessantly as she put on the costume.
At one point she looked at Gwen and laughed, “Don’t worry, Gwen. I’m not a real nurse. I’m a candy stripper!”
Once she was dressed, Alex handed Jessica a foot long rectal thermometer.
She had stroked the thick glass shaft and run her nail over the bulbous head. “What’s this for?”
Alex had then bent her over a bed and demonstrated for about twenty minutes while Jessica squealed and moaned and sprayed girl cum all over the floor.
Gwen was still furious: he wasn’t even paying attention to her, just Jiggly Jugs Jessica.
Jessica skipped by again.
“Jessica?”
“Uh, huh?”
“I need… help.”
She held up the thermometer with a grin. “Want me to take your temperature again?”
Gwen sighed. She had already cum three times from the anal probing. “N… No… I…”
“What’s wrong, Gwen?” There was a look of concern in her big doey eyes.
“My breasts,” Gwen whispered. “They’re full. It hurts, Jessica.” She began to sob.
Jessica stuck the thermometer in the top of her latex boot. “It’s okay, baby, Nurse Jiggly Jugs is here!” She wrapped her arm lovingly around Gwen’s back and cupped the now almost DDD monsters jutting from Gwen’s chest. “Ooo, I love your firm little titties, Gwen.”
Little? Little? Was she insane?
But, then Gwen felt the pressure of Jessica’s own enormous rack pressing against her.
To Jessica, Gwen was almost flat chested.
She felt Jessica’s hot breath against her ear. “Do you think your milk is ready to come out?” She whispered.
“Unnh,” Gwen groaned as Jessica took hold of her engorged nipples.
“Here goes,” Jessica said as she kissed Gwen’s neck.
She squeezed and pulled gently.
“Ow! Ow! Stop, Jessica. It hurts.”
“Shh, shh, relax. Just breathe, Gwen.” She pulled and squeezed again.
Twin streams of Ambrosia jetted across the room.
Jessica giggled in delight and Gwen turned her head, kissing the brunette full on her bee stung lips. Her body was on fire, and her tongue pushed into Jessica’s warm, sweet mouth.
Jessica continued to milk her, and the jets of Ambrosia became even stronger. In between pulls, the liquid dripped onto her stomach and onto her feet.
Gwen pulled back. “Nurse me! Please, Jessica. Nurse my tits!”
Jessica grinned and lowered her lips to Gwen’s right nipple. She sucked in and latched on.
“Fuck!” Gwen screamed as she came like fireworks. “Fuck, yes, you nasty fucking whore! Drink me dry, you bitch!” Gwen no longer cared about right or wrong, and why should she? She was being turned into a whore right before her very eyes. “That’s right, you nasty slut. Drink my milk!”
Jessica lifted Gwen’s heavy left breast.
Gwen’s own nipple touched her lip, and she cried out in shock.
Jessica rubbed the dripping nipple against Gwen’s lower lip, and, with a giggle, Gwen sucked it in.
She was rewarded with a mouthful of her own warm, sweet milk.
Jessica released her right nipple. “Who’s the nasty slut now? Huh? Sucking your own titty milk like a bitch in heat!” Jessica’s bubble gum high pitched voice was gone, replaced with a sultry drone.
Gwen giggled as Jessica unhooked the chain holding her wrists to the pipe. She slid Gwen down the pipe into a sitting position.
Gwen released her nipple as Jessica laid her head on her lap and went back to nursing. She caressed Jessica’s beautiful face as the woman drew in mouthful after mouthful of whore milk.
Gwen cooed to her.
And, then she realized she had the chain from the manacles near Jessica’s throat.
All I have to do is wrap the chain around her throat and pull, Gwen thought. Escape. She could escape.
Jessica gazed up at her from her bosom, nursing with a look of bliss and trust.
Gwen cried and hugged her tight. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want to hurt Jessica.
Jessica’s was masturbating, her long fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, desperate to cum.
Gwen pushed her hand away and pushed three fingers into Jessica’s warm depths.
Jessica nursed harder.
“That’s right, you cocksucker. You’re my bitch, now,” Gwen said.
The words sent Jessica over the edge and warm girl cum poured onto Gwen’s fingers.
When her body stopped spasming, Gwen raised her wet fingers to her own mouth.
They smelled wonderful, like strawberries and lemon. She licked them.
Her eyes grew wide and she sucked greedily at her fingers.
When all the wonderful cum was gone, she smiled down at Jessica’s glowing, nursing face. “You’re so delicious.”
Jessica released her nipple and licked her lips. “Wow. We could have been doing that for years if we had only known it felt so good.” The bubble gum voice was back. “You still want to get away, Gwen?”
Gwen shook her head and bit her lower lip. “No, Jiggly Jugs Jessica, I don’t want to get away.”
Jessica laughed and jostled Gwen’s boobs. “I ain’t the only jiggly slut here.”
“Mmm.”
“See, it’s fun having big titties, isn’t it?”
She reached down and hefted her boobs. “I think…”
“What?”
A high pitched giggle came out of Gwen’s mouth, and along with it, a bubble gum sweet voice. “I think I really like my big titties!”
Jessica laughed and hugged her.
“Very nice, girls,” Alex said.
Gwen glanced to her left. Alex was standing on the stairs.
Something hard and long was straining against his pants leg.
Jessica giggled.
Gwen felt her face turning red.
“My understanding is the audience in Havana really enjoyed it. You’re going to be a popular girl when you get home, Jessica.”
“Thank you,” Jessica said. She blew a kiss to the camera in the corner.
“The other audience member liked it as well, I think.”
Other audience member? Gwen asked.
Jessica stood up and took Gwen’s hand. “Now, Gwenny, don’t be mad, ‘kay?”
Gwen stood up and let Jessica turn her around.
Gwen screamed. “No. Oh, God, no!”
David was standing with his back to one of the pipes still wearing his clothes from the day before. His hands were chained above his head, and he had a red rubber ball gag in his mouth.
He was staring at her in wide-eyed horror.
“No! No! Why did you let him watch?”
Jessica whispered to Gwen gently. “He had to know, Gwen. He had to see what a whore we’ve made of you.” She hooked Gwen’s chain back high on the pipe.

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Wayne and Ann Triskelion are husband and wife, Dom and sub, erotica writers living in the United States. They are planning a series of novels in the “Transformations” universe they have created, Transformations: Witnesses is the first of many. They welcome comments from readers wayneandanntriskelion@gmail.com. Also, check Wayne and Ann out at their Tumblr blog: http://ift.tt/2whxApm. Their books, both past and future are available on Kindle, check out their Amazon Author Page.

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Copyright 2017 by Wayne and Ann Triskelion
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This is a work of fiction, erotic fiction. Frankly, it’s porn. It contains scenes of non-consensual sex. Everyone depicted is over 18 years old, and, if you aren’t old enough in your current state / province / hovel of residence to read porn, leave this page and go back to playing your XBox. Nothing we’ve written here is a) acceptable behavior in contemporary society, b) ethical, c) legal, or d) physically possible. If you have trouble discerning fantasy from reality, kindly check yourself into a hospital for loons before attempting anything you might read below.

The characters in this work are objectified against their will. They are bimbified, slutified, and stud-ified into performing evil, carnal acts against the will of others. They are brainwashed and mind controlled into lewd acts that would in reality necessitate decades of therapy and most likely criminal investigation by The Hague.

You might ask why we would write something like this? To get you off, of course! It won’t appeal to everyone, but it will appeal to: people with fantasies about dominating or transforming others and people who fantasize about giving up control and being transformed against their will.

It is fantasy. In reality, your rights end where someone else’s begins.

Chapter 1

Gwen watched the countryside pass by through the rear window of the Oldsmobile. It was a relic of Detroit’s glory days, seemingly kept running by her fiance’s willpower alone. The cloth headliner dipped in the back making what should have been a spacious back seat feel cramped.
David drove, stealing glances at her in the rearview mirror. She felt his eyes on her and adjusted her plaid, woolen skirt to cover her knees. She looked up at him and smiled.
He smiled back.
“Keep your eyes on the road, please,” Jessica said from the front passenger seat.
She was their chaperon, though the idea of two adults in their early twenties needing a chaperon was ludicrous.
They had controlled themselves for two years. Another four months until their wedding would be a walk in the park.
Gwen had looked forward to this trip for weeks. They were going witnessing in the farmland of upstate New York.
Talking about God with total strangers was a requirement for Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Both their parents had insisted on David’s sister-in-law taking the overnight trip with them. “Lest you be tempted to sin,” her father had said.
And, she had to admit, seeing David’s green eyes smiling at her in the rearview mirror was giving her tingles ‘down there.’ She turned and looked at the hay fields to take her mind off it.
Jessica leaned forward and turned on the radio.
“…and we have to look at the happenings in Cuba over the past year as the work of Satan,” the announcer said.
Jessica rocked and nodded. “Amen.”
Gwen wished she would turn off the radio. The revolution in Cuba frightened her. It had happened overnight – Noche de las Brujas they had called it: The night of the witches. The communist leaders in Cuba had all been murdered in their sleep by their wives and mistresses. A new religion had taken over the island. The Church of Morpheus had expelled all reporters, and Cuba had gone silent.
Three months later, the island re-opened for tourism – sexual tourism. Sexcations the trip planners called it.
“This is what the elders have been telling us about,” Jessica said as she turned toward the back seat. “Satan is expanding his dominion on earth.”
She should know, Gwen thought. Jessica’s husband Cal, David’s brother, had gone to Cuba six months ago to witness to the new heathens.
Instead of witnessing, he had become one of them and refused to return.
“Church of Morpheus? They can hide behind names all they want,” Gwen said. “They’re satanists.”
Gwen felt a shiver run through her.
“Jessica, find something else,” David said. “You’re upsetting Gwen.”
“No, no, I’m okay,” Gwen said.
“We’re Jehovah’s chosen people. We have to steel ourselves for the coming Apocalypse,” Jessica said. “We can’t do that if we aren’t prepared.”
David glanced in the rearview. He said ‘I’m sorry’ with his eyes.
Gwen gave him a weak smile and nodded. Jessica had always been soft-spoken and kind, but the past six months had taken their toll.
“Oh, they’re satanists all right,” Jessica said. “Why else would they choose that inverted pentagram as their symbol? And, that horrid statue in front of their temples?”
Gwen blushed at the thought of the statue. It was a rendering of a man formed from cut crystal with sharp sides and angles.
The appendage that hung between the statue’s legs was obscene. It dangled past the knees.
Gwen had never seen a real one, but she knew that wasn’t possible.
The farm’s driveway cut off from the two lane state road. The old white farmhouse was just visible through the forest of oaks.
They drove under a canopy of trees down the narrow one lane road.
A single horse stood eating spring grass behind a white fence. The horse looked disinterested.
The fields were green with vegetation, which seemed odd to Gwen. At this time of year, the fields should have been freshly plowed.
An old Ford pickup was parked by the front porch. It sat crooked on its frame, as if it were trying to sink into the yard.
David parked beside it.
Gwen gathered her things: her purse, her Bible, and a Watchtower pamphlet. She stepped out of the car and breathed in the smells of the farm: wet grass and animals. She smiled at David over the top of the car, and he smiled back.
This was the hard part: walking to the door and knocking. She knew that most people did not welcome their presence.
She and Jessica stood on the steps as David knocked.
The door opened.
The man inside stared at them. He was well over six feet tall and dressed in faded overalls that looked too short for his body. He wore a John Deere cap on his bald head.
His eyebrows were missing, and his smooth face made him look any age from twenty to sixty.
“What do you need?” he asked. His voice was a bass rumble.
A tremor went through Gwen and she faltered on the steps. An electric current flowed through her at the sound of his voice. She blinked and shook her head, dispelling the feeling.
Glancing at Jessica, she saw the older woman trembling as well.
“Good morning, sir. I was wondering if you had time today to discuss our savior, Jesus Christ?” David said. It was a practiced line that David delivered without effort.
The man stared at David. Gwen thought she saw an amused expression pass over his smooth features. “Why not?”
Another tremor, not as strong as the first but enough to cause her to arch her back. Electricity arced from her nipples to the juncture of her legs, and her tongue felt too big for her mouth. She was looking at Jessica this time and saw her hands clench into fists.
The man stepped aside and motioned them into the foyer.
Gwen wanted to run away. Something was wrong with this man and this place. She wanted to reach out and take David’s hand, pull him away down the steps.
“Come in,” the man said.
And, her legs moved. She followed David and Jessica through the front door. Her eyes were drawn to the ice blue eyes of the man. He smiled at her – not a warm smile, but a smile like a predator just before the kill.
He shut the door behind them.
“I’m Alex Richards,” he said.
“Is there a Mrs. Richards?” Jessica asked.
His eyes dropped to the floor. “Not in some time. She died last year.”
“Very sorry for your loss,” David said.
Alex Richards pointed down the farmhouse hallway. “Please, let’s go to the kitchen. I was just brewing some coffee – you can drink coffee, can’t you?”
David laughed. “Yes, sir. It’s Mormons who can’t have caffeine. We’re Jehovah’s Witness.”
“Ahh, that’s right. Call me, Alex, please. It’s so nice to meet other religious people.” He ushered them down the hall with his wide shoulders that seemed to stretch from one side of the passage to the other.
The kitchen was bright and white like the rest of the house, and Gwen began to feel more at ease. Coffee was brewing in a coffee maker on the marble countertop and the room had the smell of eggs and bacon from a recent breakfast.
“Please sit down,” Alex said.
The three of them sat down at an antique kitchen table.
“And, what are your names?” Alex asked.
“I’m David Turner, this is my fiance, Gwen Jenkins, and my sister-in-law, Jessica.”
“Pleased to meet you all,” Alex said. “Now, how do you all take your coffee – let me guess. David, you like yours black, Jessica, cream and sugar, and Gwen, just sugar?”
Jessica laughed. “That’s amazing.”
“Exactly the way we like it,” David said.
Alex turned his broad back to them and prepared the coffee. He shrugged. “What can I say, it’s one of my only talents.”
“So, you are a religious man, Alex?” Jessica asked.
“Indeed I am. Not that I started out that way. I never gave it much thought one way or another until my wife died.” He lowered his head. “Then, I suppose I had a crisis of faith.” He turned toward them with a tray of coffee cups.
“The loss of a spouse could cause anyone to have a crisis of faith,” Jessica said. She was being more pleasant than she had been in months, Gwen noticed. And, why not? Her husband had abandoned her, and here was an available, handsome man of God.
Gwen stopped herself. Handsome? He wasn’t handsome. His lack of eyebrows made him look strange and there was something odd about his appearance beyond that.
He pushed a coffee cup in front of her.
Gwen stared at it as Alex sat down across from her.
He was smiling at her as he raised his own cup to his lips and drank. She watched the motion and observed the level of coffee both before and after.
Alex did drink some of the coffee.
Well, of course he did, she thought. Something in the back of her mind was telling her not to drink.
Both David and Jessica were drinking theirs.
“Please, drink, Gwen,” Alex said.
Her hands moved of their own volition, and she drank the steaming brew.
Coffee, just coffee. Slightly bitter but offset by the perfect amount of sugar.
“The important thing is you came back to the church,” Jessica said.
Alex smiled. “Oh, yes. It saved me. The things I’ve seen and done since I found salvation. I finally feel like my life has purpose and that there is hope.”
“Well,” Jessica said. “As much hope as you can have so near the Apocalypse.”
Alex nodded and finished his coffee. “Oh, yes, that’s right. Jehovah’s Witness believe we are in the final days. I had forgotten.”
“There is nothing to fear for the righteous in the coming tribulations,” David said.
Alex laughed out loud. “Tribulations? All tribulations are caused by man, not by deities.”
David paused as he drank the last of the coffee. “I beg your pardon?”
“You holy rollers. You see God behind every rainbow and the devil in every dark alley. You don’t like what you see in the world – you see things that frighten you or make you uncomfortable and you ascribe demonic intentions or divine will. If there is an Apocalypse, it will be the making of man.”
Jessica winced. She shook her head. “I thought… you said you were religious?”
Alex leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. “Oh, I am. Just, not your religion.”
“We should go,” Gwen said.
“Oh, I wouldn’t advise trying to stand.”
“What?” Gwen asked. Her lips felt numb.
“Your legs won’t support you. There was a very strong, fast acting sedative in your coffee. If you stand, you’re likely to fall and break something,” Alex said. “David, if you begin to feel short of breath, let me know. I’m used to dosing women, and I had to estimate your body weight. If I gave you too much, you could stop breathing.”
David’s face went slack.
“Don’t worry if you do, I used to be a veterinarian. I know how to resuscitate you if necessary.”
Gwen tried to stand, but neither her arms nor her legs would cooperate.
David leaned over in his chair and Alex sat him back upright.
Alex stood up and gathered the cups and tray. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting prey to simply walk up to my door and ring the bell. Normally, I have to venture out to the interstate to find suitable whores.” He placed the tray on the countertop.
Jessica raised her arms and looked at her hands.
“No, Jessica, I didn’t give you a sedative.”
Jessica jumped to her feet. Then she moaned out loud and grabbed the edge of the table. Her whole body shook.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed gently down her back to her buttocks. “Not that you are any condition to run away either.”
Jessica’s eyes rolled up into her head.
Alex smiled at Gwen. “In case you’re wondering, Jessica is experiencing some very intense orgasms right now.”
“Oh, God, help me!” Jessica said through clenched teeth.
He guided Jessica back into her seat. “It’s called Ambrosia, but it’s also known as whore’s milk, and Jessica had enough in her coffee to give her orgasms for the next two hours. They’re about a minute apart, and probably the strongest she’s ever had in her life.” He leaned close to Jessica’s ear. “They’ll get stronger until they become almost unbearable in about an hour.”
Jessica whined and gripped the edge of the table.
He kissed her neck. “That’s it, my little pious slut. Keep hanging onto that table to keep from touching yourself, but you will eventually. You’ll masturbate that little twat right here in front of your friends.”
Gwen strained trying to lift her arm, even her fingers. Nothing worked. Her arms and legs were lifeless. Even her head felt heavy on her neck.
As each wave of orgasms subsided in Jessica, she tried to stumble toward the door.
Each time, Alex would laugh and carry her back, clasping his huge hands around her waist and carrying her back to the table.
He spoke softly to her. “Where would you go? David has the keys to your car, and you couldn’t possibly walk to the road in your condition.”
Jessica moaned and writhed in his grasp.
“You can’t do this to us,” Gwen said. Her head hung crooked on her neck.
“Of course I can,” Alex said. “You’re drugged. I’m stronger than you are. We’re miles away from anyone who might help you.”
“It’s wrong. Can’t you see that?”
Alex laughed. “Wrong? How?”
“You’ve abducted us. You’re forcing Jessica to…” Gwen looked into Jessica’s eyes and saw that another minute had passed. Her face was red and painted with perspiration as her body convulsed.
“All your life is an illusion,” Alex said. “You believe you have will and self worth – it’s all an illusion. Your life doesn’t matter, and, really, what have you done with your will?”
“You’re insane,” Gwen whispered.
He knelt beside her. “Think about it – what was ahead for you in your life? Marry David here and pump out a few children. Live a quiet life and die. That’s all your life would have been. For all your clutching at free will, you are destined to waste it.” He stood up. “You Jehovah’s Witnesses are even worse. You don’t even believe in careers. You spend your whole life looking forward to the Apocalypse when you will be resurrected. It’s pathetic, really.”
“God… promises eternal life…”
Alex burst out laughing. “Yes, an empty promise from an invisible God.” He waved his hands in the air. “How does it go? After the Apocalypse, the righteous will live forever?”
“Yes,” Gwen whispered. “Not for you. You’ve abandoned God.”
He leaned on the table and smiled at her. “My god doesn’t make promises. He’s already made me immortal, free of disease, an image of perfection.” He caressed her face and she jerked her head away. “The things I have seen, Gwen. Oh, the things I have seen. The things I have done.”
“Your god? Who is your god?” Gwen asked.
“Morpheus. The Church of Morpheus. You’ve heard of it?” Alex asked.
Gwen whimpered. She felt her eyes grow wide.
“Yes.” He smiled. “You have heard of it.”
He turned and put his arm around Jessica’s waist, drawing her back to the table and bending her forward to grasp the edge again.
“Your God. When my Katie took ill three years ago, I prayed every day. Through chemo and radiation, and I watched her wither and die.” He rubbed Jessica’s back gently. “You think I abandoned God? He abandoned me first.”
Jessica opened her mouth and moaned out loud. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Alex wrenched her right hand free from the table and forced it down and back. He pushed it gently past the waistband of her skirt. “Stop denying yourself pleasure. You’ve put up a good fight against it, you have nothing to be ashamed of, but it’s pointless to continue.”
Jessica relaxed and hissed out breath through her teeth as her hand worked under the fabric of the skirt.
Alex nodded and smiled. “That’s right. Just like that.”
“Feels… so good,” Jessica whispered.
Alex stroked her back. “They always start out fighting it, but the milk always wins.” He entwined his long thick fingers in the collar of the white blouse.
The muscles in his arms flexed and the fabric ripped down the back.
He tossed the ribbons of fabric away and then broke the bra’s hooks.
Jessica whimpered in protest, but Alex tore the front of the bra in half. Her breasts fell free and he cupped them in his big hands. “Thirty-four C. These will require modification.”
Jessica moaned as Alex released her breasts.
Her nipples were red and engorged with arousal.
He ran his fingernail down her spine and she shuddered.
Alex looked up at Gwen. “You’re horrified by her reactions.”
“No, I’m horrified by you.”
He smiled as Gwen turned her head away.
David was just staring at Alex. His mouth hung open at an angle and drool was leaking from the corner.
“David, are you okay?” Gwen whispered.
David jerked his head slightly but seemed unable to control his mouth. He blinked at her.
“I told you I was afraid I gave him too much. He’s still breathing, so he’ll recover.” Alex had his hands wrapped around Jessica’s waist. He was rhythmically pulling her back against him, dry humping her.
To Gwen’s horror, Jessica was grinding her hips against him.
“Jessica? What are you doing?” Gwen whispered.
“Can’t stop… I just can’t…,” she said as her hand worked under her skirt.
Alex stopped thrusting and ripped her skirt in half, leaving her wearing only white cotton panties.
The cotton was soaked translucent, and Gwen could see Jessica’s fingers now as they rubbed at the little nubbin.
Alex yanked the panties down and Jessica orgasmed.
Gwen gasped.
Liquid squirted between Jessica’s fingers and spattered on the floor.
Jessica’s eyes were wide in astonishment.
“First squirting orgasm,” Alex said. He leaned over and whispered in Jessica’s ear. “It won’t be your last.”

Chapter 2

Gwen dangled helplessly over Alex’s left shoulder as Jessica squirmed and moaned over his right. He was carrying them down the wide steps to the basement.
“I was in a state after Katie died,” Alex said as he descended. “All I wanted to do was drink. Then one night, I saw the ad on late night TV for a Cuban Sexcation.” He laughed. “And, I thought, why not? Why the fuck not?”
The basement was brightly lit and didn’t smell like a farmhouse basement at all. It smelled of antiseptic.
Looking down over his strong back, Gwen could see clean, shining tile covering the floor.
“The plane ride itself was unreal. Adults only. The plane had two levels. The bottom floor was a brothel and the top floor was just an open orgy. The drinks were complimentary and spiked with Ambrosia, of course. You can’t imagine what it was like.”
He leaned over and sat Gwen down gently with her back against a pipe in the floor.
She looked around the room. It ran the length of the house, and it had been recently renovated with freshly painted dry wall and gleaming white tiles. There were several hospital gurneys, and each of the structural support pipes that led from the floor to the ceiling was equipped with gleaming silver manacles. There were also examining tables with stirrups like those found in a gynecologist’s office – only these also had manacles and leg restraints.
The walls were covered in posters of women in sexual poses, but the women were distorted, exaggerated. They were all incredibly tall with ovesized hips and breasts too large for a human body. And, all of them were tattooed – pornographic images including large murals on their backs. Their names were tattooed above these murals in Gothic or cartoonish lettering: Sinful Sindy, Luscious Lana, Cunt Lickin’ Cathy.
What troubled Gwen more than the images were the tattoo machines and inks arrayed on a corner table.
“In Havana, the street was crowded with whores. You just took the nearest one and had her right there on the sidewalk,” Alex said as he laid Jessica in a clawfoot bathtub on the tile floor. “The nuns, the Sisters of Morpheus, they were running everywhere, greeting you, encouraging you to indulge.”
Alex poured a large bottle of green liquid into the tub, and then he reached in and began massaging it into Jessica’s legs as she moaned in yet another climax.
“What are you doing to her?” Gwen asked. She was getting the feeling back in her hands, and she raised them a few inches off her lap.
“What? This? It’s a depilatory. Body hair is repugnant. This removes it permanently. I’ll save her lashes, and this beautiful black hair,” Alex said. He turned and smiled, taking off his cap and showing his smooth scalp. “Unlike the job they did on me. They want Whoremasters to have a uniform look.”
Gwen closed her right hand into a fist. “Whoremaster?”
“Yes. There are castes in the new order to come. Morpheus, the living god is at the top. His acolytes and the Sisters of Morpheus come next. Whoremasters, like myself are the third caste, followed by the professional caste, and the whores. Then of course, there are the worker classes.” Alex took Jessica’s face in his hands. “Now, don’t fall asleep and slide into the tub. Otherwise, you’ll be wearing wigs for eternity.”
Alex stood up and walked to Gwen. He wiped his hands on a white towel. He took her left wrist gently in his hand. “I know you think I didn’t notice you moving, but I did. What did you think? Did you think you could stand up and fight your way out of here?”
Gwen whined as he raised her wrist over her head. There was a set of manacles attached to a silver chain and hooked to the pipe she leaned against. He locked her wrist in place and then repeated the motion with her other arm.
“Is that comfortable? Not too tight?”
“You’re a monster.” Tears were snaking down her cheeks.
He wiped her tears away. “I know it seems like that now. You’ll change your mind soon. You’ll be happier than you’ve ever been in your entire life.” He stood up and turned toward the stairs. “If you’re moving, your former fiance is most likely moving as well. I’d better bring him down. It’s a pity you and Jessica hadn’t come alone. He’s a complication.”
When she heard the door to the basement close, Gwen called out to Jessica. “Can you move?”
“Wha… ?” Jessica answered in a sleepy voice.
“Jessica? Can you get out of the tub and help me?”
“Help with what?”
“Help me get loose! We have to get out of here.”
She moaned in the tub. “No… feels soooo good. You go.”
“Jessica! I’m chained up. You have to help me get loose.”
“Feels soooo nice. Like when Cal used to… you know… put his big, thick… cock! His big, thick cock in me. But, this feels even better.”
“Jessica, he’s drugged you. You have to snap out of it and help me.”
Jessica raised up in the tub and sat on the edge. The green liquid slid with gel like slowness down her smooth legs. She looked down at her crotch. “All my hair is gone!” She reached down and rubbed her clit in small circles. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Jessica!”
Her eyes snapped open and she stopped masturbating. “I’m sorry, Gwen. It’s just so hard to think straight.” She stepped out of the tub, the green gel still sliding off her skin.
She left green footprints across the floor.
Jessica knelt and touched the manacles. “How do I…”
“A key. You have to find a key.”
Jessica looked at her with sleepy eyes. “Gwen, you’re so pretty. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.” She nuzzled Gwen’s neck and whispered, “You smell so nice.”
Gwen drew in a sharp breath as the naked, dripping woman ran her tongue up the side of her neck and licked her earlobe.
“Your skin is salty but sweet at the same time.” She reached out and cupped Gwen’s right breast through her white blouse. “So soft.”
“Jessica, don’t do that,” Gwen whined. “Please. Whatever he gave you is making you do that.”
Deep laughter filled the room.
Jessica stood up.
Alex was standing by the tub holding David in the crook of his arm. He seemed to be exerting no more effort than he would carrying a toddler. “Let me guess: you asked her to help you escape? Oh, Gwen. That was pointless.”
Jessica shuddered and orgasmed, squirting on Gwen’s feet.
Gwen jerked away and mewled in disgust.
Alex caught Jessica in his other arm as she fell forward. “See what you almost did? She could have fallen and hurt herself.” He drew Jessica closer and kissed her. She returned the kiss and rubbed her crotch against his overall covered leg. “Well, we’ll have to punish Gwen for that later.”
Jessica leaned her head back and passed out.
“Poor thing. I doubt if she’s had more than a handful of orgasms in her life and now she’s having one every minute. She’ll pass out a lot over the next hour.” He sat David against a support post a few yards from Gwen. His eyelids flickered as Alex locked the manacles in place.
He placed a hypodermic against David’s neck. “I actually measured it this time. This will keep him out for a day or so. He injected the contents into David’s neck.
Then, he took Jessica back to the tub and sat her down. He picked up a hand shower and turned on the water.
Jessica jolted upright.
“Too cold?”
“No,” she whispered.
He scooped her up then and rinsed the green liquid from her body. He turned her around and bent her forward, parting her buttocks. She arched her back.
He laughed. “Good girl, can’t have any stray hairs.” He swatted her backside and turned off the water.
He helped her step out of the tub and led her toward one of the examination beds.
Jessica stopped and Gwen saw her eyelids flicker. “Wait… wait… where am I?”
“Shh, it’s going to be okay.”
“No. No, wait. You. You did something to me.” She tried to pull away, but Alex scooped her up and laid her on the bed.
“Relax, Jessica. I’m doing something that’s going to make you happy. Just trust me.”
Jessica screamed. “Let me go! Gwen! Help me, please!”
Gwen closed her eyes and shook her head. She rocked in place.
She opened her eyes and watched as Alex hung an IV bag of clear fluid on a pole attached to the bed.
“Jessica. Be calm.” He clamped his huge left hand on her right arm and pressed it down. He uncapped the IV needle with his teeth. “Stop struggling, Jessica. I don’t want to hurt you with the needle.”
Jessica thrashed and cried, but he held her arm steady. He guided the needle into her arm.
“Ow! No, it hurts. Don’t!”
“Shh, now. Relax. There, now.” He opened the IV line.
Jessica whimpered. “Cold. It’s cold.”
“Shh, be still.”
Her eyes fluttered and closed.
“What did you do to her?” Gwen asked.
“A sedative drip. Some of the things I’m going to do to her are painful. I want her asleep.”
“Goddamn you,” Gwen said.
Alex laughed. “Such language from a Jehovah’s Witness! I’m shocked.”
“You’re a cocksucker.”
“Tsk-tsk,” Alex said as he locked restraints around Jessica’s wrists and ankles. He laid the bed out flat. “Just for that, I’m going to let you watch what I’m going to do to her in gory detail – so you’ll know what you have to look forward to.”
The table had wheels on the bottom and he rolled it over beside Gwen.
“But, before I get started.” He pulled a cellphone from his pocket and took Jessica’s picture, then he turned and snapped pictures of Gwen and David. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some cards.
They were driver’s licenses, and Gwen saw her face on the first one.
He took pictures of the licenses and then dropped them in a wastebasket.
“What are you doing?” Gwen asked.
He held up his finger to silence her as he put the phone to his ear. “Hello, you got the information? Yes. I’ll need pickup for Jessica, the brunette, and passage to Havana. No, I’m keeping the blonde slut.” He smiled at Gwen and winked.
“Help me!” Gwen shrieked.
He put his hand over the microphone and looked into Gwen’s eyes. “Really? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I work for these people, they’re not going to help you.”
He took his hand away from the microphone. “My question is about the man, David.”
Alex listened for a moment. Then he turned and looked sideways at David. “No, about one-hundred eighty, and his features are far too masculine. Yes, I’ll wait.”
He smiled at Gwen. “They want to know if we could make him a woman, but I think he’d be too homely, don’t you?”
“Oh, my God.”
He snickered and shook his head. He turned his attention back to the phone. His expression turned grave. “No, I don’t think there’s call for that.” He paused. “Well, professional caste, I think.” He looked at Gwen. “What does he do other than annoy people at home about his God?”
“He’s… he’s an accountant.”
“Did you hear that?” Alex asked the person on the phone. “You can always use people who move money, right?” He smiled. “Excellent. I’ll need transportation for him as well.” He hung up.
“What’s going to happen?” Gwen asked.
“Well, between the two of us, we managed to save both his cock and balls and his intellect.”
“What did you mean, his intellect?” Gwen asked.
Alex wheeled a metal cart covered in a sheet around to the side of Jessica’s table. “After they agreed he wasn’t a candidate for a sex change, they considered making him laborer caste.”
“What does that mean?”
He knelt in front of her. “Morpheus is taking over the world. The church is everywhere – you think it is only in Cuba, but you’re wrong. We’ve penetrated every facet of human existence.”
Gwen shrank away from him as best she could with her hands secured to the pipe above her head.
Alex smiled at her. “His plan is to bring order to this chaos that permeates society. People are going to be put into the positions they are most suited for.”
“Can’t you see how wrong that is? People should have freedom.”
Alex shook his head. “It doesn’t work. There are ten billion people on this planet, and everyone wants to be in charge. Morpheus is going to change that. The church is going to rule with Morpheus’s guidance. Whoremasters like myself are going to choose perfect sex toys, like you and Jessica, to please the masses: the professional caste. Think about it, no more sexual frustration or famine or disease or war. We’ll accomplish more in the first ten years under Morpheus than in the last one-thousand years of human existence.”
Gwen shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
He touched her face and she jerked away. “You’ll understand soon, I promise.”
He sighed. “But, there is a problem with the plan.”
“You mean besides the fact that it is insane?”
He sat down beside her. “The worker castes. There are people on this earth who are violent. They rebel, they rob, they cheat, they kill. They have to be made into productive members of society. So, we have the worker castes.”
“How do you make them… behave?”
He looked away. “We have a device. It’s a long needle attached to a pistol grip with a trigger. We push the needle into the corner of their eye, into their brain. You pull the trigger and it lobotomizes them, destroys all rational thought processes. They can perform manual tasks – lifting, carrying, that sort of thing. They do as they’re told. And, we de-sex them and pump them full of steroids to make them strong.”
Gwen felt like she was going to be sick. “How could you?”
“We only do it when there’s no other choice. Truly bad people with no place in society.”
“They wanted you to do that to David!”
He nodded. “I know. The church – that’s who I was talking to – sometimes they can be cold. Part of their conditioning is the removal of empathy. But, they will listen to us if we’re adamant.” He smiled at her. “He’s going to be all right. Better, he’ll be happy. You’ll see.”
“Please let us go. I know I can’t save Jessica,” she said as she squeezed her eyes shut and more tears fell. “But, if you’ll just let David and me go, we won’t say anything. I promise.”
He brushed her hair out of her eyes. “You know, for you, I would almost do that. I’m drawn to you, and I want to make you happy.”
“Then…”
“But,” he said as he grasped her long hair and pulled her head back. “You see, the problem is, I want you. And, I can have you. I’m going to fuck your virgin pussy until you pass out, and I’m going to make you love me for it.”
It’s a mad scientist’s chamber of horrors, Gwen thought as she watched Alex working on the unconscious Jessica.
He had made Gwen stand and hooked her chains higher on the pipe. She hung from the manacles.
Alex wanted her to watch everything he did, but he wanted David asleep.
Alex pulled the sheet off the rolling cart. The cart was covered in frightening bottles of brightly colored liquids: emerald green, elecric blue, and a red that almost seemed to glow. Beside the bottles was an array of hypodermic needles of varying lengths and gauges.
But, what terrified Gwen the most was a large glass bottle of pink fluid. There was a heavy cap on top with a black rubber hose attached. The hose was connected to a pistol grip that turned into a gleaming steel dildo.
The “head” of the fake penis had five short hypodermic needles arrayed around it attached to tiny syringes of pink liquid. A thin, rigid tube extended from the tip of the dildo.
A single drop of pink fluid clung to the end of the tube.
Alex used a tape and measured Jessica from her heel to the top of her head. “Five feet eight inches.” He punched some numbers into a calculator on the cart. He picked up a syringe with a long, thick needle and drew fluid from a red bottle. “Uniform height. Street whores are to be six feet tall, six foot eight in heels.”
“You can’t make someone taller.”
Alex laughed as he checked the amount of fluid in the needle. “Four inches of height, six and a half CC’s total. Three inches in the thighs and another one inch in the calves. I like them to be proportional. Most Whoremasters just jam it in their thighs and don’t worry about them having short calves.”
He spoke as if he were a craftsman instead of a monster.
Gwen cried out and turned away as he drove the needle down hard into Jessica’s thigh. She heard the needle squeal as it pierced the bone.
Jessica didn’t make a sound. She was completely unconscious.
He repeated the procedure on her calf and then did the other leg. He rubbed Jessica’s forehead afterward. “She’s beautiful. I almost want to keep her for myself, but I have to be choosy. I can only have a dozen whores in my harem.”
“Is she going to die?” Gwen whimpered. “Did you poison her?”
Alex looked at her in horror. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m transforming her body for her new life.”
“It’s impossible. You’re just a sick man injecting her with God knows what. You’re killing her.”
Alex sighed. “Gwen. Jessica is going to be fine. Tomorrow morning, she will six feet tall with 42J breasts, a twenty-eight inch waist, and forty inch hips.”
“You’re crazy!” Gwen screamed loud enough to reverberate off the white basement walls.
Alex reached under the cart and held up a black rubber strap with a red ball attached to the middle. “Gwen, I want you to watch this and understand what I’m doing to her; however, if you continue to scream, I’m going to put this ball gag in your mouth. It’s very uncomfortable. Do you want me to do that?”
Gwen shook her head slowly. “N… No.”
“Good. Now I want you to watch and be calm. No more screaming. You can ask me questions, but no more ridiculous accusations. I am not killing her.”
Gwen hung from the restraints and wept.
“Now for the breasts,” he said. He took a syringe with red liquid and pushed a frighteningly long needle through Jessica’s right nipple and into her breast.
Gwen wanted to look away, but she watched as the woman’s poor breast began to swell from the volume of liquid being forced into it.
“It stimulates growth, of course. But it also changes the glands to produce Ambrosia,” he looked up at Gwen and smiled. “That’s the wonderful liquid I spiked her coffee with. The most powerful aphrodisiac ever known. A pint of this can keep a man hard for an entire day.” He stroked Jessica’s face and smiled down at her. “It takes even less to turn a little Bible thumping shrew into a raging nymphomaniac.”
Other needles followed. Injections in her buttocks and waist, her lips. At one point, he took a small needle and injected something into the little nubbin above her vagina.
Gwen crossed her legs and whined in sympathy, then whined louder as Alex injected something into Jessica’s anal ring.
Jessica slept through it all, and, for that, Gwen thanked God.
Alex picked up a device that looked like a cell phone. There was a metal barrel in the end and he inserted a syringe in it. He spread green gel on Jessica’s lower abdomen and ran the device over it.
“What are you doing?” Gwen asked. Her curiosity was piqued even though she was horrified.
“There they are. Two healthy ovaries.”
“What are you going to do?”
He pressed a button and the syringe slid forward in the tube. The needle pierced the flesh in her lower abdomen. It was very long.
“Right ovary gets preserved – Morpheus wants zero population growth; however, at some point in the future, there might be a desire to breed Jessica. So we just put one ovary to sleep.”
He was talking about Jessica as if she were livestock or a possession. “She’s a person, not a thing!” Gwen said, though she was careful not to raise her voice.
The needle was empty and it withdrew gently.
Alex removed it from the tube and dropped it in the trash. “Back to this debate, are we?”
“What gives you the right?”
“Morpheus is trying to save the world, make everyone happy, give everyone eternal life…”
“You mean make men happy – not women, we’re just objects for your amusement.”
Alex shook his head. “You understand nothing. Do you think I wanted this?”
He laid the medical device on the cart and walked toward her. “I never even made it to the hotel when I got off the plane in Havana. I was with a whore, right there on the street. She was on all fours on the concrete, and I was pounding into her from behind.”
He stopped a few feet in front of Gwen and started undoing the straps on his overalls. He turned around as they fell.
A long t-shirt covered his hard muscled back and buttocks, but his legs were bare.
They were the legs of a bodybuilder, covered in tattoos depicting pornographic scenes and invert pentagrams and crosses.
He lifted the shirt over his head.
His buttocks were bare and muscled like his legs. His skin was brown as if he were made of bronze.
A mural had been tattooed on his back. It was him, naked with a woman lying on her back in front of him, her long legs pulled back to her ears. Alex’s tattooed image was driving an impossible long and thick cock into the woman’s anus. Her eyes were rolled back in her head from ecstasy.
Gothic letters across his shoulder read: Hard Fucking Alex.
He turned around.
An inverted pentagram was inscribed in red tattoo ink on his lower abdomen.
Gwen stared at the black silk bag tied around his waist. It hung down from his crotch to his knees.
The bag looked full.
“I felt someone looking at me. You know that feeling you get when the hairs stand up on the back of your neck? I turned around and there was a nun standing behind me. Her eyes were black – there was no white to them at all. Just black liquid orbs, and, in the center of each was a glowing red pentagram. She looked at me and smiled and said: “He will do.”
Alex pulled a string on the bag and it fell off.
Gwen cried out.
His penis hung down to his knees. It was thicker than her wrist, and the head was as large as her fist. The testicles hung down behind like two peaches in a bag of bronze flesh.
A long string of clear liquid dripped steadily onto the tile floor from the tip of his penis.
There was a tattoo on his penis, gothic letters down the length of it an inch high: The Cunt Tamer.
“There were needles for me as well. We all serve Morpheus.”
“You didn’t want this?” Gwen asked. It took her several minutes to speak, during which time Alex returned to his work on Jessica.
He remained nude.
“I did not. You have to understand, Gwen. This is the end of free will, the end of independence. We all belong to Morpheus now,” Alex said. He picked up the medical instrument again and placed another syringe in the barrel.
“You don’t have to do what they want, Alex. There’s good in you.”
Alex nodded. “You like me better now, don’t you?”
“No. No, I…” she stammered. Did she? She felt her thoughts on him softening. She was staring at him, wondering what he felt like. Wondering what he tasted like.
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
“Pheromones. My body produces a smell you can’t resist.” He nodded toward Jessica. “She felt it immediately. If she had been alone, she would have stripped naked and thrown herself at me within a half hour even without the Ambrosia. If you hadn’t been in love with David there, you would have eventually done the same.”
“No. That’s not true.”
“I took off my clothes. My scent is stronger now. That’s why you keep staring at my cock.”
“I am not!”
But, she was. God help her she was. It was getting harder to form coherent thoughts. Her mouth was full of saliva and she had to keep swallowing to keep from drooling.
“It’s not your fault…”
“Stop it! Please!”
He turned away from her and knelt over Jessica. “Now, for the left ovary. We only need to keep one. We have use for the spare one.” The needle moved in the barrel and disappeared into her skin. “This contains a virus that will rewrite the DNA in her ovary, converting it into a hormone factory. This will keep her hyper sexual twenty-four hours a day.”
The syringe emptied and the needle withdrew.
He put the device away. “It only takes a few minutes. When Morpheus first came up with this process, it could take months. Now, it can be done in hours.” He sat down on the edge of Jessica’s narrow bed.
He put his lips close to her ear and whispered.
Gwen could see the woman’s eyes moving beneath her lids. Her breathing increased.
Were her breasts… larger? They couldn’t be. This was all just Alex’s sick fantasy. Wasn’t it? These things he was saying weren’t possible. Were they?
Alex smiled and kissed Jessica’s cheek. “The Ambrosia has worn off, but her own body is taking over now. It’s beautiful, don’t you think?”
Gwen said nothing. Instead, she watched Jessica’s nipples turn blood red and swell until they were as long as a fingertip.
Alex reached out and gently squeezed a nipple.
A jet of clear liquid shot into the air and splattered back onto her bare stomach.
Alex turned and looked at a clock on the far wall. “Ambrosia production in eighteen minutes. You can almost time these effects to the second. Another twelve minutes and her hormone levels will start to rise from the ovary procedure.”
He dipped his finger in the clear liquid puddled on Jessica’s stomach. He held up the finger and smiled as he walked across to Gwen. “Are you curious?”
Gwen’s eyes went wide as the dripping wet finger paused a half inch from her lips. She shook her head and closed her lips tight.
Alex pinched her side with his free hand and she cried out.
The finger went in her mouth.
The liquid touched her tongue and fireworks went off in her head.
She closed her teeth on his finger.
Alex swatted her backside through her skirt with his free hand. “Hey! Don’t you bite me!” He was smiling.
Gwen felt stunned. Her mouth opened.
“Much more powerful directly from the source. The Ambrosia I gave Jessica in her coffee was watered down.”
Gwen felt warm all over. She started to tremble and her groin tingled.
She barely noticed as he reached under the hem of her skirt and slid her cotton panties down her thighs. Her focus was on the growing sensations in her vagina.
However, when his fingers found her now soaking vulva, she looked deep into his eyes in shock. “Don’t… touch me.”
He smiled. “You’ll beg me to in a moment.”
She gritted her teeth and tried to squirm away from the fingers that gently spread her open.
He laughed. “So much hair. What? Is personal grooming a sin for you?”
His fingers seemed to know every place to touch, and she hated him for that.
Alex touched the little nubbin near the top and she jerked her hips involuntarily.
“Don’t fight, Gwen.”
She opened her mouth to scream at him, but what came out was not a scream of anger – the Ambrosia had triggered her orgasm.
Her body went rigid and she arched her back, driving her mound against his hand. When the spasm subsided, she jerked her legs and hips away.
Alex grabbed her waist with his other hand and held her in place. His thick finger penetrated a half inch into her.
And, then he stopped.
He looked at her in wonder, and, tinged with it, a look of tenderness that made her want to kill him.
“A hymen? I knew you were a virgin, but to still have a cherry at what? Twenty-three?”
He stepped away and licked her juices from his fingers.
She wanted to vomit.
“If I had told them you actually have a hymen, they would have taken you away from me,” he said as he walked back to stand over Jessica.
“That would have been a pity!” Gwen growled. She felt vulnerable and exposed with the panties hanging from her ankles, even though her skirt had fallen back to mid-thigh.
“Yes, it would have. A virgin blonde like you would be used as a bribe for a fat senator. Most of them have fetishes, a lot of them like inflicting pain. Or, they might have given you to some sheik – they have a tendency to remove their women’s clitorises.”
Gwen looked away. Did he actually expect her to be grateful for him?
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pick up the last medical device: the bottle of pink liquid attached to the penis shaped pistol grip.
He pressed a button on the bed and the stirrups holding Jessica’s legs moved apart and rose, spreading her legs open wide.
“Oh, God, what are you going to do to her?”
He looked up and then knelt down between Jessica’s thighs. “Sex with me, or anyone modified like me, could kill Jessica. She’s too small inside to accept one of us.”
He pressed a button and the needles in the tip retracted into the steel head of the device.
Alex rubbed her vagina gently with his free hand.
Jessica frowned in her sleep. Her hips began to grind against the fondling.
“That’s right, Jessica. Nice and wet for me.” He spread her vaginal lips open and eased the steel phallus inside.
Her back arched as inch after inch of the device disappeared into her.
A light on the handle turned green and Alex pressed a button on the pistol grip.
Jessica’s eyes snapped open.
“First, an injection to loosen and dilate her cervix, and then her womb becomes accessible – more room for a super cock.”
Jessica’s eyelids fluttered and she went back to sleep.
He pulled the trigger.
The level of pink liquid in the bottle began to drop as it was forced through the dildo and into Jessica.
“The polymer coats her womb and fills the tubes leading to her ovaries, shielding her from infection.”
He withdrew the device slowly and laid it on the cart.
Alex caressed Jessica’s stomach. “There, now she’s a proper whore, aren’t you, darling?”
He pulled a sheet over her legs as the stirrups moved back into place allowing her to lie flat. He unbuckled her ankles and wrists from the restraints, but then buckled a belt loosely around her middle. “Just so she doesn’t roll off the bed.”
He checked the IV drip. “This should hold her for the night.”
Alex reached under the cart and pulled out a pair of shiny black heels. He put them on her feet and buckled them in place. “She’ll need these when she wakes up.”
He then opened a side door and pulled out a bizarre looking helmet. It looked almost like a plastic crown. It had an articulated arm attached to it holding a gleaming steel needle. He placed it over her head and plugged it in to a cable on the bed. The helmet had earphones that covered Jessica’s ears and a visor that covered her face.
The robot arm whirred and clicked. It moved through several gyrations, then it angled the needle toward a spot on Jessica’s scalp.
The needle drove into her skull.
Gwen screamed.
“I know,” Alex whispered as he walked to Gwen and wrapped an arm around her waist. “It’s terrifying, but she doesn’t feel a thing.”
“What is it doing to her?!”
He leaned her head on his shoulder and kissed her ear even as she tried to pull away. “Changes have to be made to make her more accepting. Certain areas of her brain have to be stimulated and others deadened. And, she’s getting quite an education through the visor and head phones. She’ll be very happy tomorrow morning – you’ll see.”
Alex reached up and unhooked her manacles from the pipe.
Gwen fell into his arms.
He held her close and swept her up in his embrace. “I know you’re frightened, but it is for the best, Gwen. You’ll understand soon.”
Gwen sobbed as he carried her across the floor.
“Do you need a toilet?”
She cried louder.
“Gwen, it’s okay. Do you need a toilet?”
She nodded.
He carried her to a small bathroom, lifted her skirt and sat her on the toilet.
She looked up at him in horror.
“It’s okay.”
“I can’t… not with you watching.”
He smiled and held up two fingers. He reached down and poked the fingers into her lower abdomen.
Her urine rushed into the bowl.
“They taught us a lot of things,” he said.
She could feel the blush on her cheeks. The urine stopped.
She launched herself off the toilet and tried to drive her shoulder into his chest.
He spun around and laughed, catching her waist in his thick left arm. “Naughty girl! Just for that, you’re sleeping naked tonight!”
The skirt material shredded in his strong fingers and fell onto the tile floor. He ripped off her blouse like it was made of kleenex, and then broke the front of her bra with one hand.
He carried her naked and dripping urine across the tile floor as she flailed.
She thought he was taking her back to the pipe in the floor, but, instead he was carrying her back to another rolling bed like Jessica’s.
“No!” she screamed. Gwen kicked and flailed, but he was far too strong.
“No, Gwen, stop. I’m not going to do anything to you tonight.”
“Yes, you are! Please, let me go! I won’t tell. I won’t.”
“Shh,” he soothed as he laid her on the bed. He buckled her wrists down and then her ankles.
She was crying and hyperventilating. “Please, don’t hurt me!”
“No, no. I won’t hurt you. You can sleep now.” He fastened the strap across her middle.
She heaved and sobbed as he rubbed her hair. “I promise you, Gwen. Nothing is going to happen to you tonight. You can sleep.” He caressed her face. “I promise. I promise you.”
She looked at him through tear stained eyes. “Why are you being nice to me?”
He smiled at her and kissed her cheek before she could pull away. “We’re going to be together for eternity, Gwen. Partners, not master and slave.” He pointed at Jessica. “You’re going to be different from Jessica in a lot of ways. Ways you’ll like.”
She broke into sobs again.
“I’ll make a deal with you.”
She turned her head away.
He put his fingers on her chin and turned her to face him. “I said, I’ll make a deal with you.”
“What?” she whispered.
“Thirty-six hours from now, I will ask you if you want to leave. If you still do, I’ll let you go home. Deal?”
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not. I have a way to make you forget everything that’s happened to you in the last few days. I’ll take you home and leave you on your doorstep. You can go back to being virginal Gwen – just taller and sporting a rack to make you every man’s wet dream. And, more than a few women’s wet dream as well. Deal?”
She looked at him, not wanting to believe him, but needing to believe him.
Gwen nodded.

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Wayne and Ann Triskelion are husband and wife, Dom and sub, erotica writers living in the United States. They are planning a series of novels in the “Transformations” universe they have created, Transformations: Witnesses is the first of many. They welcome comments from readers wayneandanntriskelion@gmail.com. Also, check Wayne and Ann out at their Tumblr blog: http://ift.tt/2whxApm. Their books, both past and future are available on Kindle, check out their Amazon Author Page.

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