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Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Part: 3
Keywords: mc nc MF FF

Disclaimer:  This story contains representations of graphic sex acts, if you
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Who Wants To Rule The World? Part 3 ( mc, nc, mf, ff )
Farleven  ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002
http://www.asstr.org/~farleven/

A loud boom awoke Sarah and Jenny from the fitful nap they had been taking.
The strange place and predicament they were in left them wholly uncertain
about what they should do. In the end they staked out a small corner of the
room and fended off advances from the other girls. They'd ended up napping on
and off for the rest of the day, wondering what was going to happen to them
next.

The boom heralded the entrance of the man, their apparent Master, as the large
doors to the harem room opened. All of the women looked up, and most rushed to
his feet, some apprehensively and some joyously. A few girls, including Jenny
and Sarah shirked into the corners, trying to avoid what new interests he had.

Holly stood at his side dutifully, still proud and naked, except for her
glasses, and shouted out into the room. "Jenny, Master awaits your service."

Jenny instantly felt her pulse quicken. She wasn't about to go to him, not if
she could help it, but it wasn't easy. Almost instantly she felt compelled to
stand up and go to him, but she fought it. Her stomach churned as she struggled
against the command. The agony spread through her, burning into every part of
her, and all the while the thought of obedience drummed in her head telling
her that going would end the pain. Jenny didn't know how long she lasted, but
in the end she couldn't continue. She stood up slowly, with Sarah following
her up.

"Jenny, don't give in, I know you can fight this." Sarah encouraged.

She didn't want to believe that Jenny could succumb to him. Sarah had to
believe that it was possible to fight him, possible to win and she knew that
Jenny was the stronger between them. If Jenny couldn't fight off her changes,
Sarah couldn't see herself escaping either.

"This slave has to serve her Master, she doesn't want to, but she needs to.
She's sorry, Sarah, please take care." Jenny chimed, her soft voice incapable
of conveying her true sadness, both at her own fate and at abandoning Sarah.
She turned and gave Sarah one last look, no more than a sexy pout, but it was
the closest Jenny could get to the despair she wanted to convey. With that she
turned away and began hoping towards the man.

Jenny bounced the whole way there, her gait reminding her of happier days as a
child. Now, though she was completely naked, and she was skipping towards the
man who was turning her into some kind of sex slave. Jenny didn't want to admit
it, but she could feel her heart getting lighter with every step closer to
this man. Even in all this, she marveled at how her new breasts didn't even
quiver, as she hopped along, they simply stood out in front of her, telling
the world that she had been made for sex. It wasn't long before she was
standing before him, and Jenny took her position. She held her hands behind
her back and thrust her chest forwards, while she smiled at him sweetly. Jenny
tried to control herself, but the compulsions were too strong to resist. She 
had to show off her body for him, since it was really his body now. Jenny tried
to stifle that thought, but she couldn't fight the compulsion to look up at
the man's face, to see if he approved of her.

"Ah, I see you turned out marvelously, Jenny. You will make a fine addition to
my collection." He smiled as he reviewed Jenny's new form.

Jenny burned inside at that, furious at him for treating her like some object,
and making her want it at the same time. His praise sent flashes of pleasure
through her, and she fought back against the sudden pride that she felt at
being an acceptable new toy for him. She managed to take a step forward of her
own free will, and then rushed to him. Jenny pulled her naked flesh to his,
grabbing onto his hands. With a determined speed, she planted them on her firm
ass, as she rubbed her hardened nipples into his chest, and nuzzled into his
neck. As she squirmed her naked body against his, she stood on the tips of her
toes and nibbled at his ear before speaking.

"This slave doesn't want to be your sex toy, Master. She liked the way that she
was, without her wonderful new breasts and most fuckable pussy, and she doesn't
want to enjoy all the pleasures of your touch. Please change her back to the
boring little girl that she was." Jenny whispered into his ear with all the
sweetness of a teasing lover. Already she could feel herself growing aroused
just from having her nipples pressed into his chest, and she could feel her
pussy leaking. She knew she had been remade specifically for sex, and her
behavior only proved to her that escaping the fate in store for her was
wishful thinking.

"Perhaps I can change your mind, my dear, but for now we must go to my
chambers. I have business to attend to, and I wish to see how you perform." He
said, giving her a healthy squeeze on her cheeks, and then let her go.

Jenny fell away instantly, not wanting to impede his freedom, and followed him
out of the harem room. She could only wonder just what laid in store for her
in his chambers. His chamber was much like the harem room, large and filled
with every amenity needed to enjoy the pleasures of flesh. She was hardly 
surprised when she saw it, but she lamented it just the same. Unlike the harem
room, this one was empty, except for one lone man, who was sitting on some
cushions, dressed in only a robe.

"So this is your new toy, she is quite impressive." the sitting man said, as
he watched Jenny sway into the room.

Jenny found herself giggling and giving him a smile and wink. This was her
Master's domain, and here she was just a toy. She didn't doubt that they'd
make full use of her either. Of course now she was just on display, and she
couldn't help but to casually pose her naked flesh for both of the men to
enjoy, while they decided what to do with her. She was nearly overwhelmed by
the feeling of being out of control, her body seemed to know just how to
behave, and any conscious effort against those instincts, bored painfully into
her, until she just let go.

"Of course she is." Master replied, as he turned to her, "Jenny, would you
please be so kind as to entertain our guest?"

"Please Master, don't make this slave show this man all the wonders of her new
body! She doesn't want to be the perfect sex toy that Master made her!" Jenny
sang, as she fell to her knees and crawled towards the seated man.

She knew such protests wouldn't do her any good, but she wasn't going to
completely surrender to her fate just yet. Her ability to object, didn't slow
her down any however, and it was mere moments before she was kneeling before
this man and reaching for his robe. She didn't want to do this, but she
couldn't help herself, her need to serve dominated her. She quivered with
anticipation, knowing that the robe was covering the organ she had been
reshaped to pleasure.

"Not quite broken in?" the man asked, as she pulled open his robe to reveal
his already stiff shaft. He looked to Jenny and smiled, as she stared lustfully
at his waving member.

"She will serve, but I've left her mind mostly intact. She knows what she's
doing, and just how much she doesn't want to, but she can't stop herself
either, or create a disturbance." Master answered, as he watched her leaning
towards her target.

Jenny couldn't help but to pause at the awesome sight before her. She'd seen
more than a couple of cocks through all her sexual escapades, and consciously,
she knew that this one was nothing special. Now however, she was looking at it
through new eyes, through those of a pixie slave, and to a pixie slave a cock
was the manifestation of the master of all masters. It was her duty, her sole
purpose in life, to give it pleasure, and in return, it would give her pleasure
as well. She tried to shake off all of these strange notions that swelled up
inside of her, but she still couldn't take her eyes off of the stiff display
of manhood before her. All that remained was how she would go about fulfilling
her duty and she knew that she wouldn't have long to wait.

The man let her enjoy the view for a few moments. "I think we'd both enjoy a
nice sucking of my cock, don't you dear?"

As soon as she had heard the suggestion, Jenny felt a strangeness take over
her mouth. It took her a moment to realize that her teeth were receding into
her gums, and her saliva began to take on a thicker and slimier feel. Her
entire mouth seemed to swell with soft padding as well. On top of all of that,
she couldn't suppress the sudden need to suck on the cock in front of her. It
looked so hard and thick, rising from between the man's legs, like some
wonderful lollipop with a wonderful juice inside. She knew that all she had to
do was suck on it, like a good slut, and she'd be able to taste those wonderful
juices, and get to have the musky shaft inside her mouth too. She licked
her lips instinctively, to spread her thick saliva over them, and then bent 
forward and opened her lips for him. She knew what was happening to her, but
her desire to suck on the cock before her, overwhelmed her resistance. 

Jenny heard him moan, as she wrapped her lips around his shaft and lowered her 
head, taking his shaft into her new mouth in one long plunge. She didn't stop
until his entire length was inside of her mouth. She was hardly surprised that
she didn't have any problem accepting his full length. It was wonderfully
satisfying for her, when she felt her nose press into his belly. Now she had
the full length inside her mouth, and was already busy licking and sucking on
his cock, looking forward to summoning the sweet seed from his sumptuously
musky shaft. She had never really liked oral sex before, between the taste and
the mess, she had found it lacking. She savored the taste of the cock in her
mouth, and the musky smell of aroused masculinity she was engulfed by. It was
just the perfect lollipop too, long and thick, with the most exotic taste that
she couldn't even remember why she hadn't wanted to suck on it. She knew that
all of this was part of her new state of being, but that knowledge didn't slow
down her tongue, or her bobbing head, as she embraced her new goal of making
this man cum in her mouth, so that she could swallow the salty goo.

Master simply enjoyed the scene, knowing that Jenny was getting her first
taste of her life as one of his pixie slaves. They usually adapted fairly
quickly, as intense pleasure that they received from having sex, of any kind,
was something that broke down their will to resist. It's easy to fight pain,
but pleasure is alluring, seductive, and in the end, the subject asks the
question of why are they fighting against it. At that moment, they cease to be
anything but a toy. Master had rarely found much interest in his pixies for
that reason, their struggles were short and limited. However, they made
excellent entertainment for his guests, but Master personally enjoyed the 
struggle more.

Of course Jenny was simply a bonus, and he didn't mind watching her quick
descent, when he had the much more satisfying capitulation with Sarah yet to
come. Sarah had caught his eye with her sensual shyness, and he looked forward
to enjoying her. Jenny had impressed him as a girl who indulged in any pleasure
that she wished, and even without her more radical transformation she would
have been a willing slave in short order anyway. 

"Very good slave. Now roll onto you back, so that I can enjoy the rest of your
charms properly." Jenny heard the man that she was sucking on say, as she
caressed his shaft.

Instantly, she pulled back with a long and sensual motion, freeing his shaft
from her mouth with one last suck. She rolled away swiftly, falling onto her
back and spreading her legs for the man that she had been attending. Her pussy
suddenly ached with the need to be filled, and Jenny found herself hoping that
he wouldn't wait too long to spear her. Her desire for the taste of his seed
fell away, only to be replaced with the need to feel his seed flowing into the
depths of her womb. She looked down from the man, and for a moment, clarity 
came to her, as she realized just how lewdly she was displaying her naked
flesh. Her hairless naked pussy was glistening proudly between her widely
spread legs, and her perfectly molded breasts were on full display for him.
She had never displayed herself so wantonly, and yet now she was glad she
could be so shameless so that she could coax this man into fucking her.

"Please, Master, this slave is so empty, and she will be a great fuck! Her
pussy is hot, and wet, and wonderfully tight, just right for the Master's
cock!" she moaned, as she rocked her hips wantonly. Already she was beyond 
thought, her need to be mounted was washing away all other concerns. She knew
that she was behaving like a slut in heat, and her only thought now was the
hope that this man would be enticed into fucking her even sooner because of it.
She already knew just how long and thick this man was, and knew just how 
wonderful it would have to feel to have him inside of her. 

When he rolled atop her, she let out another angelic groan of delight. His
hands roamed her flesh freely, and she savored the sensations. She was still
aching with the unfulfilled need of being filled with his cock, but she knew
that she didn't have long to wait before being granted her desire. He smiled
at her as he positioned himself, and she cooed, as she felt the tip of his
shaft parting her folds. Then she felt him sink into her, with one long
powerful thrust and she sang out in delight again. At the very instant that he
rested, fully impaled inside her depths, she found herself concentrating on
the shaft, and began using her pussy muscles in ways that she had never before
even considered. But now it was all so natural, the perfect way to use her 
passage to bring her current partner great pleasure. That was her duty now
after all.

The man simply moaned his approval, and turned to her Master, as he began 
thrusting into her. "She is simply wonderful Master, I don't see why you don't
indulge yourself more often."

Master simply laughed, as he pounded into Holli's pussy. She had bent over
dutifully for Master, once his guest had began enjoying Jenny. Master didn't
always wish to indulge himself, but Holli beamed, as she felt Master pull her
walking dildo from her pussy, and replace it with his much more satisfying
cock. She struggled to keep herself from crying out, and focused herself on
pleasuring her Master's shaft, as he used her perfectly sculpted passage. He
had painstakingly molded her vagina for his own enjoyment over the course of
several weeks, when he had decided to make her his assistant. Her ass and
mouth had been modified as well, for those times that he wished to use her as
such. For the moment she was simply pleased that he was making use of her, and
concentrated on showing him that she was still the perfect slut for him.

Jenny was beyond any thought at this point. Her pussy was filled with a cock
and all that mattered to her now was using her new body to pleasure the man
inside of her. She humped back at his every thrust, as she rippled the muscles
of her pussy around his shaft. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his ass,
to help him fully enjoy her pussy. Between the moans and grunts of their shared
passion, she eagerly kissed him, as energetically as she was fucking him, and
their tongues danced to the primal rhythm of their thrusting hips. 

"Oh, yes Master! Use this slave, fuck her hard!" she cried out, as she writhed
under him. Between her calls for more fucking, her voice rang with her angelic
sounds of passion. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly used, or so
fully enjoyed being fucked. There was nothing left to her except pleasuring
and enjoying the man who was using her.

The man obliged her calls willingly. She was every bit the perfect sex toy
that Master had said she'd be, and she knew just how to pleasure a man
perfectly at every turn. It wasn't long before he could feel himself wanting
to let go, and without worry, he shot his load into her quivering flesh. 

Jenny felt it coming, her instincts telling her that she had been a good pixie
slave, and she readied herself for her reward. For the second time in her life
she felt the seed of a man pour into her unprotected womb, and cried out in
her own release. Her orgasm rippled through her with an intensity that dwarfed
even her time with Master the day before. But even more important was the
honor of receiving a man's seed inside her. It was the proof of her quality
as a pixie slave, and she felt herself swell with pride, as the warm feeling
spread inside of her depths.

The man unceremoniously rolled off of her quivering form, and smiled as Jenny
pulled herself up, and immediately went about cleaning up the mess that they
had made on his crotch. She did it instinctively, just another duty that she
had to perform, to show how good she was. She didn't mind though, the taste of
pussy and cock mixed together was another exotic taste that she suddenly
couldn't get enough of.

"You do quality work, Master." the man complimented, as he rested his hand on
Jenny's head, as she licked up her mess. "I certainly look forward to seeing
the rest of your merchandise."

"No doubt. And Jenny how did you like your first time as a pixie?" Master
asked, his cock still comfortably inside of Holli's squirming pussy.

Jenny lifted up from the man's crotch, her chin dripping with juices of all
kinds. She turned around and wiped her chin off, and hopped over to her true
Master. "It was wonderful, Master. This slave never realized how wonderful it
was to suck on a cock and her pussy loved being stuffed full with a nice big
cock. Her new body is just wonderful, Master, she can't wait for it to be used
again!"

Master smiled. He knew that Jenny would slowly recover from her post orgasmic
haze, and confront her original beliefs again. Now however, she would have the
memories of her first use as a pixie slave, to offset all of her old morals
and beliefs. She couldn't resist her new existence, and soon she would be
every bit the devoted servant that Holli was. For the moment, he simply ran
his hand over her smooth skin, and gave one of her perfectly rounded breasts a
good squeeze, as Holli received the reward that she had been waiting for. Both
girls cried out together, as their bodies served him, and he knew that both
were reveling in his attention, and their existence as his toys. It was moments
like this, when even he had to wonder why he didn't indulge himself more often.

Master pulled himself out of Holli's hungry pussy with a grunt, and waited for
her to clean him up. She was every bit as swift as Jenny had been, and happily
licked off every drop from his crotch. Master patted her head, as he waited,
pleased that she still performed skillfully. Of course he didn't expect
anything else, but even after all these years, something inside of him couldn't
get over the novelty of having willing sex slaves at his beck and call.

"Ah, now it is time for us to get down to business, Mr. Orano." Master said,
as Holli pulled away from his crotch. "Please follow me."

The party followed, all lead by Master. Jenny wondered for a moment if she
should, not sure if Master had called to her or to the man she had pleasured.
She quickly decided to follow behind Holli, and remain as quiet as she could.
If Master wanted her, she would be present, and if not, she would be careful
not to disturb him.

Master walked into the adjoining chamber, pulling his robe closed, as he went.
Inside the room stood two figures, each person almost lifelessly still, and
staring towards the coming group.

"Here are my latest models, a perfect warrior and perfect infiltrator." Master
boomed, his voice swelling with pride, as he waved his arms towards the two
figures. He walked up to the first figure and turned back to Orano. The figure
was some kind of grotesque mix of man and machine, it's skin seemed to shine
metallically in the light, and its face was cold and lifeless, staring ever
forward with two strange looking black eyes.

"As you can see, the warrior's flesh is really a thick armor, designed to
withstand any standard anti-personal weapon, and many heavy weapons as well.
It has an advanced sensor package that utilizes a full spectrum scanner, and
full range audio sensor. Because of this, the warrior can operate effectively
in any environment. The warrior has redundant backup systems, in case of
damage, and given enough time and raw materials, the unit's internal store of
nanobots can repair virtually any damage. Operationally, the warrior can run
at nearly 30 miles per hour, and has knowledge of how to use all major weapons
systems and how to improvise effective weapons from generic sources when
necessary. The warrior's skin is also capable of chameleon effects, which makes
it very difficult to spot, when motionless or at an extreme distance. Once we
are through here, you are welcome to see a demonstration of the warrior's
combat capabilities if you'd like." Master rattled off, like proud father.

Jenny could see in his eyes that he truly took pride in it, though she imagined
it was his own accomplishment that he was finding note worthy.

"And this was once a man?" Orano asked, amazed at the strange creature in
front of him.

"Yes, I used an advanced form of the technique that I used to modify Jenny into
such an enjoyable little trollop. In fact, this warrior specifically was an
intelligence agent, that tried to infiltrate my organization, and his partner
is standing next to him even now." Master answered.

"Yet, he is obedient, a perfect warrior, yes? He will not question my orders?"
Orano asked.

"As I told you, one of these warriors will never question a command. In order
to create a warrior unit, much of the original memory had to be over written
with combat training information. The estimated retention of original data is
only about 12 percent, and much of that is short-term memory and core memory.
There is still a personality there, and it can even carry on a conversation if
you wish, but the original material is completely subservient to the new
programming." Master explained.

"Excellent, and you will grant me a discount if I provide the raw material for
these warriors?" Orano asked.

"Certainly. I'm not very interested in hunting down an army's worth of men for
you. Once payment has been made, the basic equipment will be transferred to
your facility, and we can help put your little country on the map." Master
boasted. No doubt an army of these warriors would be enough to conquer all but
the largest nations on Earth.

"Perfect, and what about your other offering? While she is rather stunning, I
see little difference between her and the ripe little playthings behind us."
Orano asked, as he looked over the other figure. This one was a woman, and a
stunningly beautiful one at that, draped in a sparkling red dress that both
covered and displayed every sumptuous curve on her body.

"Exactly as it should be. She is my infiltrator, perfectly molded and
conditioned to snake her way into the confidences of your enemies. On the
outside, she is simply an attractive female, but inside her head is a litany
of seductive techniques. With only a cursory study of an individual, she will
find her best way to seduce him, and gain access to his secrets. Of course she
benefits from the same sexual training as my pixies, and is just as willing as
them, when not on a mission. Do not underestimate just how much work went into
designing her protocols, or how effective she can be. Once she has secured
access to her target, she is fully versed in computer access, assassination,
and more generic espionage methods to suit her mission." Master presented. 

"Impressive to be sure, if she is as advertised. Still, I have been very
impressed with your results so far, and will certainly have to acquire a few
of these infiltrators. If they are effective, I will likely want as many of
these as I did soldiers. I can of course supply the raw material again, but I
can not say much for the appearance of the girls I can use." Orano commented.

"No need to worry about that." Master replied, and turned to the infiltrator.
"Would you please remove your dress, dear?"

The woman smiled sweetly, and pulled the straps from her shoulders, letting
the garment slide from her body, and crumple around her feet. Both men smiled
as they took in the smooth beauty of the woman before them, as she posed
herself to show off her body. She was perfect, yet in every way appeared
natural, unlike the far more cartoonish pixie slaves. The woman looked young,
yet fully ripened. Orano would have guessed she was in her early twenties,
though he knew that if she was an agent, she had to be older than that.

"The condition of the raw material is of little concern, we can craft her
into a creature as perfect as this one here. All aspects of appearance can be
set to your specifications, including race, facial features, and measurements,
regardless of the original status. Of course the more divergent from the
original, the greater the costs and time involved." Master explained.

"And these infiltrators are just as loyal as the warriors?" Orano asked.

"Of course, though we have had some small problems with mental fatigue with
our infiltrators. Due to their more personal involvement with their targets,
we could not remove as much of their mental faculties. They are fully
programmed and obedient, but sometimes, enough of their old personalities
remain, that they eventually burn out from the conflict. This hasn't happened
often, and we are working to solve the problem, but running too many missions
with an infiltrator can risk the unit's functionality. After a burn out, they
are good for little except pleasuring you in bed." Master explained.

He wasn't afraid of explaining the defects in his merchandise. This was as
much because of the fact that no one else could offer such products, as it was
due to the danger that his clients could pose to him. Master was by no means
weak, but he was dealing with some of the nastiest and most powerful people 
of the world, and he didn't doubt they could eventually bring him down, if
they were determined to do so. It wouldn't be easy, but Master didn't yet have
the resources to fully protect himself yet, though he would soon enough.

"Wonderful, let me discuss this with my associates, and we can then negotiate
the details." Orano bowed slightly, and walked back out of the room.

Master dismissed his slaves, and went off to prepare the next round of
demonstrations for his guest. Holli lead Jenny out of the room, and back on
her way to the harem. Even now, Jenny was still reveling in her recent use,
and giggled childishly, as she felt Orano's seed trickling down from between
her legs. She had never felt so alive, or so happy, and she could hardly wait
to be used again.

***


"So what do you have for us?" Marcus asked, as he seated himself across from
Agent Holland Frist. Holli was in charge of the Bureau's Victim Recovery
section. It wasn't the easiest job, especially in cases like this. Two other
top agents were seated with them as well, and each wore the same tired look
that Holli did.

"Unfortunately, I don't have anything. Wendy has proven so far that she is
completely dominated by the programming that she received. We have tried every
standard resource, but as you know, we have never had good luck with recovering
mind control victims. With the exception of telepathic domination, all other
forms have proven far more permanent." Holli reported woefully. She'd done her
best trying to get Wendy back.

"We still haven't determined just how completely Wendy's mental landscape has
been changed. Since we are dealing with atomic level nanotech modifications,
they could have wiped her mind, and simply imprinted this fuck toy persona onto
her." Continued Agent Zaren, one of the Bureau's best nanotech agents. "As you
know, we have no way of recovering lost memories, once they've been wiped this
way, so we're hoping that her original personality is simply suppressed and
not wiped out."

"We do have good reason to believe that is the case. A team of my best
telepaths have already been in her mind. Her conscious mind was glass like,
transparent, yet solid. This is similar to the effect that most technology
derived control techniques creates. Wendy processes her programming without
any real conscious thought, there is no conflict or drive, other than to
follow her orders. Underneath all of that, we found what is giving us some
hope for recovering her. When we probed below the glass, we found the flowing
colors that come from a normal mind. They were restrained and far less vibrant
than normal, but they were there. We tried to pull them through the glass, to
break Wendy out, but all of our attempts fizzled. We believe that since this
suppression was mechanically created, the organic elements of her mind are
unable to route around the blocks." Explained Agent Vernon Poe, head of the
Bureau's local telepath division.

"So what do you need us for?" Marcus asked. Given the priority of this case,
he had better things to be doing, than simply listening to dead ends. Of
course, he knew that these people were some of the best local agents, and they
wouldn't have brought him in, if there wasn't something that he could or had
to do for them.

"We all know just how important this case is. Once we discovered the extent of
the problem, we've devoted as many resources as we can spare. Unfortunately,
we have almost no direct information to go on, and right here in our lap is a
girl, who even at the least, could know enough to help us pinpoint important
locations, and may even be able to identify some of the people involved. Yet
all we can do is fend off her incessant sexual advances, and pleading for her
master." Holli stated. "This isn't an easy decision for any of us. I'm tasked
with helping the victims of some of the worst criminal minds in the world to
return to their normal lives, and so far nothing has helped Wendy. We certainly
can't return her like she is now, it would be more of a curse to her family
than if they thought that she was dead. And finally, there is the fact that
she could help lead us to clues that could help us save other victims, and
possibly help her as well."

"So, what do you have in mind?" Mel asked. She was certainly sympathetic to
the girl's plight, but Mel didn't see what good Wendy could do for the
investigation, if she was still stuck in sex toy mode.

"Our thought is, to let Marcus here try to claim Wendy as her master." Poe
said dryly. The head agents all turned their eyes down shamefully. They knew
what this entailed, at least in part, and they didn't like it at all. Still
they had discussed it for quite some time, and no other options seemed
workable.

"You've got to be kidding!" Marcus scoffed. Mel was far to busy choking to
blurt out her own surprise.

"No, were not. Wendy has information that could lead to breaking this case,
and we have no other leads that could provide us with this information. We
decided that it should be you, because you're the closest to the field side of
the nanotech division and could get the most out of the information. Also most
of our male and female Agents have already told her they are not her Master
and we don't believe that try to back track from that position would help her
to accept any of those agents. Still, there's no guarantee that she'll accept
you either, she may have imprinted in her who her master is. If that's the
case, we haven't lost anything, but if she will accept you, then we hope that
she will be willing and able to talk to you about what she does know. There is
also the possibility, that with a few chosen commands from you, and help from
our telepaths, that we can restore at least some of who she was." Zaren
explained. They all knew there were a lot of long odds and risks in this
endeavor, but the price of not acting was even higher.

"We've already had another two cases pop up in the last day relating to this
group. Every day that we wait, more lives are being destroyed, and the greater
chance for larger damage. There is no certainty that who ever is behind this
will stop at a few sex slaves. With this kind of technology, they could be
capable of threatening world security. This isn't an easy request, but you
wouldn't be here, if you couldn't make the hard choices." Holli hammered her
point home. She didn't like this any more than the rest. Still, if everything
fell their way, they had the chance to stop more harm from being done. 

Marcus just turned and looked at Mel. He didn't know what to think of this
kind of request. Certainly, part of him was reacting to the notion of having
a near perfect example of feminine sexuality at his command, but he knew as
well, just how wrong it was to take advantage of her. Marcus knew he would
have to though, or else she could never believe that he was her master. Part
of him certainly wanted to, especially knowing how willing she would be, but
she was still a victim, and he doubted that she would ever want such a fate if
given the choice before her transformation.

"We both know they're right Marcus, as much as I hate to admit it, so don't
look at me like that. You're the one who's going to get to fuck a sex toy."
Mel commented lightly, trying not to fall into the same dark mood as the other
agents around her. She knew the score just like everyone else, and there wasn't
anything to be gained from dwelling on the negatives. If there were any other
good alternatives, Mel would be the first to pursue them, but lacking that,
this was the next best option.

"Alright, when are we going to do this?" Marcus sighed. If Mel was for it,
he'd do it.

"Right away would be ideal, the sooner you can establish your status with
Wendy, the sooner you can get her to talk to us. We've shut down the
surveillance in her room, to afford you some privacy." Poe answered. There
wasn't any good to be had by delaying more then was necessary.

Marcus nodded, and went to prepare himself. He took a few minutes in the 
bathroom staring into a mirror, and trying to wash away the disbelief. This
wasn't something he'd prepared himself for, and the thing that scared him was
the part that looked forward to having Wendy as his sex slave, even if just
for a little while. The old axiom rang in his brain, power corrupts, and this
was total power over another person. He knew that he'd enjoy it, he just hoped
that he wouldn't be allowed to enjoy it too much.

"Looking sharp there lover boy." Mel teased, as Marcus walked back out of the
bathroom in a simple robe. She saw the concern on his face, the worry, and
quickly moved to arrest it. "Marcus, you can't go in there like that, you're
her Master, king of your domain and her being. Remember that, or she'll never
accept you. Don't worry about later, I'll make sure to remind you just how
much of a sexist pig you are, for the fun that you're about to have."

"Thank's Mel, it's always good to know I can count on you for letting me know
that I'm a pig." Marcus laughed.

"Just doing what good friends do, kicking you when you're down. Now, have at
it tiger, you've got work to do." Mel pushed him on. She knew he would linger
all day, to keep from doing this, and now was certainly not the time for delay.
Mel just wished she could watch, this promised to be quite a show, but she
recognized the good judgement in turning off the surveillance systems as well.
No need giving the AV department more lewd material to enjoy.

Marcus stood at the door to Wendy's suite for a moment, composing himself. Mel
was right, he was about to play at being this girl's master, and he had to act
the part to a "T", or else all of this would be for nothing. He shoved aside
his final thoughts of hoping that she'd reject him out of hand, and strode
confidently into the room.

Wendy was sitting on her bed, casually rubbing her pussy and kneading one of
her firm tit globes, as she smiled towards the ceiling. As she heard the door
close, she jumped up and looked up to see Marcus striding towards her. Wendy
instantly fell from the bed, and knelt before him, the strong aura that she
felt from him was unlike all of the other men she had seen, since being placed
here. She quivered with hope that her waiting might finally be over, and she
could be claimed.

"Do you know who I am?" Marcus asked, being careful not to say her name.
Somehow he knew that she wouldn't react well to it, at least not right now. He
fought back the doubt that he was feeling, and simply let the lust at seeing a
stunning naked girl kneeling before him take over. For once in his dealings
with women, letting his cock control his actions would actually be helpful.

Wendy looked up at Marcus anxiously. He was so commanding, so strong, she
thought, but still she wavered. Honest fear ran through her, she couldn't make
a mistake here, or she would offend her true Master. This could be just a test
to prove her worthy, or her true lord was standing before her, waiting for her
to acknowledge him. Wendy trembled, not knowing what answer to give.

Marcus realized his mistake, as he saw fear drift into Wendy's eyes, he'd
given her a choice, and that wasn't something that a new slave would have. He
only hoped a quick reply would keep her from breaking down. "I am your,
Master."

Wendy immediately averted her eyes, fearing that she offended him by looking
up at him.

"This slave is sorry, Master." she whimpered, looking down at his feet. She
hadn't recognized him, had let her own fear cloud her mind. Wendy trembled
again, this time wondering how she would be punished.

Marcus fretted again, how should he reply? It took him a moment to even
consider just what she had to be sorry for, before he latched onto a few more
of the eccentricities of master/slave relations. "Of course, you should be.
Now stand, so that I may see my new slave."

Wendy instantly jumped from the floor and presented herself for him. She
pushed out her chest, and spread her legs, as much as she could comfortably do.
She dutifully kept her face sullen and her eyes on his feet. Now, her fear
was melting. Her Master had came, and was now claiming her. Even his
punishments would be wondrous, compared to the emptiness and longing that she
had been subjected to for so long. Wendy's only concern now was that he found
her acceptable, and not turn her away.

Marcus walked around her, taking care to study every curve of the sexy woman
before him. He did his best to act like he'd seen judges act at dog shows,
playing the part of an aloof master, with another fine bitch to be claimed. He
let his hands roam over her silky smooth flesh as he walked, and found himself
enjoying her feminine gasps as he did so. The slow approach definitely let him
snuff out his own qualms, while taking advantage of this little vixen. She had
been transformed for sex, there was not doubt about it, and he was nearly as
enthralled with her form, as she was to her programming.

Pleasure rippled through her, as she felt her master's touch roll across her.
It had been so long since she'd been touched in this way, and she had to fight
not to let the wonderful sensations completely overwhelm her. She also fought
to stifle her response, she was here to pleasure him, not the other way around,
though she knew she'd very much enjoy pleasuring him. Even so, when she felt
his hand reach between her legs and cup her mound, she lost control, and let
out a very sensual moan.

"Nice and wet for me already slut?" Marcus laughed, letting his fingers toy
with her nether lips, as he reached under her chin with his other hand. He
lifted her head until he was staring into her lust filled brown eyes, and
smiled. Marcus parted her tender folds with his index finger, and enjoyed the
unrestrained sight of wonder, from her face.

Wendy simply smiled sheepishly, through her lust filled haze, as she gazed
into her Master's eyes. He was so kind to let her look at him so, she thought,
as she savored the wonder of his touch on her most intimate flesh. Finally,
she felt open to answer his question. "Of course, Master, this slave exists to
please you. Do you like her?"

Marcus nearly melted himself from the sweetness of her comment and the absolute
adoration that flowed from her. There wasn't any doubt that she'd accept him
as her master, and he was quickly getting accustomed to the role. "Very much,
slave, you are simply perfect."

Wendy cooed at the compliment. Nothing could have made her happier than his
praise, and he gave it so freely. She pulled away from him slightly, hoping to
enamor him even more with her quality. She turned slightly away from him,
enough to give him a profile of her voluptuous form, and then turned her head
back towards him, with her best doe eyes.

"Would you like to use this slave, Master. She has waited so long to give
herself to you." Wendy said sheepishly, doing her best to show herself as
alluring.

Marcus was glad that there was a chair nearby, that he could grab to support 
himself, as Wendy offered herself to him. Even knowing that it was coming, he
hadn't been prepared for a goddess like this to be standing before him, and
offer everything that she was offering, so simply. All he could do was to gaze
at her, and take in the sight of her shimmering hair, flowing around her
sumptuous curves, and her adoring lust filled eyes staring at him, with a kind
of raw sexual energy that Marcus had never seen before on any woman.

It took him more than a few moments to regain his composure, but this was
certainly not the time to blow it. He was only happy that he'd masturbated a
few times in the bathroom, before coming into her room. Even so, he already
had a raging erection, just from looking at the testament to sexuality standing
before him, and the thought that she was about to freely give herself to him.
His last lingering doubts fled from his mind, as he opened his robe, and let
it fall to the ground.

He smiled as he watched her gasp, as she looked down at his stiff shaft. She
took her time looking at him, before turning her eyes back to his and giggling
girlishly. She turned back towards him with a sexy twist, and hopped the few
steps between them, until she had pressed her own fully naked body to his.
Marcus immediately wrapped his arms around her, and bent down to kiss her.
She wasn't shy about returning the affection, and in moments they were writhing
against each other, and kissing like two long lost lovers.

He hadn't been with a woman in several months. His life as an agent, and his
partner's professionalism, kept him away from many good chances to enjoy the
pleasures of the flesh. Now he was wrapped around a nubile young woman, who
had been reshaped into being an ideal sexual plaything, and he simply lost all
restraint. He reached down to her thighs and cupped them, somehow knowing that
she would be just as swift to recognize that he wanted to carry her. She did,
wrapping her legs around his waist, as he held her up by her ample rear. He
quickly carried her over to her bed, and somehow managed to drop her onto the
center of the bed, while still keeping her wrapped around him.

Wendy squealed with delight, knowing that she was about to be used in just the
way she had been dreaming about, for almost as long as she could remember. Her
pussy was quaking in anticipation of being filled with her Master's shaft, and
her juices were already running down her thighs. She was ready to have her
life as a slave consummated.

He didn't make her wait. Almost as soon as her flowing hair settled around her,
he was pressing his hard shaft into her lower lips. She mewled against his
mouth, as she felt her pussy opening up to accept him into her depths, and he
felt his cock descending into the haven of her passage. Just as her outer
curves had been molded to perfection, Wendy's vaginal passage had been crafted
to be the ideal receptacle of her Master's attention, and Marcus was lost in
the amazing sensation of being inside such a wondrous place.

Both master and slave, victim and protector, were lost to the energy flowing 
around them. Marcus forgot all about his duties, his career, everything except
the sex charged young woman with whom he was entangled with. Wendy had 
surrendered herself as well, her thoughts of duty or service, simply washed
away under the assault of her Master's thrusts, and the pleasure that each
stroke sparked within her. Just like two animals in heat, they pumped away at
each other, lost in the wonders and sensations of their joining. 

Time simply lost all meaning, and both of them found the stamina that would
have shocked them before they had begun. Marcus came more times than he could
count, and still the pure raw sexual energy coming from Wendy kept him from
going soft. And she was enjoying herself as well, rolling through a stream of
minor orgasms, punctuated by a release of pure ecstasy, every time she felt
her Master's seed flowing into her depths. For both of them, this was the
perfect moment, strung through countless hours, and ended only by their
complete exhaustion.

If he could have spared the energy, he would have laughed himself silly at the
end. Even exhausted from hours of fucking, he was still hard, and if he had
the energy to move, he would have kept ravishing her. Now, though all that was
left was for his equally worn partner to suck on him, as he tried to recover.
Never before had he ever had a marathon session like that, and he marveled
that even with Wendy's wonderfully tight passage, that he hadn't actually
given himself a rug burned cock, from the constant fucking. He would have been
shocked if Wendy wasn't in fine condition as well, her juices just seemed to
be a perfect lubricant, and idly, he realized that was likely another
modification to her.

Wendy was as expert in sucking, as she was every other art of love making, and
it wasn't long before he found his seed flowing again. She sucked on him until
every drop had been pulled, and he finally began to get soft. She licked her
lips and smiled, as she pulled herself along his side, until she was resting
beside him. She pressed her perfect orbs into his side and smiled.

"Did Master enjoy his slave?" she asked sweetly, leaving no doubt that she had
enjoyed herself, as she snuggled into his side.

Marcus let his hands roam casually over her soft skin, as he considered his
reply. "Of course, you were perfect."

"Thank you, Master!" she giggled at the compliment. She couldn't remember a
time when she had even enjoyed herself this much, or felt this satisfied. The
thought that this was just the beginning, filled her with joy for her future.

Marcus merely smiled, his final burst of energy exhausted. As he drifted off
to sleep, with a sexy little mink cuddled up against him. He could understand
the lengths that some men would go to for such pleasure. When he woke up, he'd
have to begin working to free her again, but for now he just let himself savor
the afterglow, with his well used slave, and let his dreams fill with might
have-beens.

End Part 3

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