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Celebrity Wives
by Miri574
(My first time. Reviewers, please be gentle.)
I was on my way to work when I first noticed it, a creepy feeling between my
shoulder blades. Like someone was staring at me or invading my personal
space. I just put it down to the weather but it stayed with me, even in my
climate controlled office.
I thought I'd put it out of my mind but my secretary seemed to have noticed
something amiss.
'George, are you okay? You seem awfully twitchy today.'
Marilyn was great, I couldn't organise a thing so the company gave me her to
keep me productive. It must have worked, together we'd managed to go from a
couple of cubicles on the third floor to a plush corner office on the fifth.
She was the nearest thing I had to family in the city and she'd helped me out
of a couple of tricky spots when my ostrich-like approach to life had nearly
left me homeless.
'I'm good, thankyou, Marilyn. I've just got a bad case of paranoia today. I
really should stop eating cheese before bed."
"Like someone walked over your grave, right boss?" She smiled.
"Something like that, yeah." I returned her grin and watched her turn and
walk back to the outer office. It always amazed me how she got away with
those clothes she wore, the low cut tops that showed off her pale cleavage
and the tight skirts, that clung to her beautifully curved buttocks. Strictly
speaking they were against company policy, clothing was supposed to be smart
and professional. Marilyn always contrived to look like she'd just walked off
the set of a high class porn movie. But as my trusted assistant they couldn't
afford to get rid of her, in the time it would take me to get used to a new
secretary I could have slipped months behind in my work and biotech is a fast
moving industry.
We were working on human-technology interfaces, what the boys in the lab
called 'wet-ware', and, so far, we were the market leaders. Thanks to some
fiendish little tricks I'd stumbled on we were able to plug a computer chip
directly into the human brain. It was all fascinating stuff and the reason
why i forgot to pay attention to the world around me most of the time.
The smell of perfume brought me back to my senses. I paused for a moment
staring at the screen of peptides and micro-filaments I'd been working on.
before turning in my chair to face Marilyn's cleavage. She was leaning her
elbows on my desk with her chin in her hands.
"It's seven O'clock George, don't you think it's time you stopped for the
evening?" She straightened up, her eyes taking my gaze with her.
"It is? Oh, right. I'm sorry to have kept you so long Marilyn but you know
what I'm like when I zone out"
"Don't worry about it boss, I got the chance to catch up on some filing." As
she returned to her desk she paused and bent over to close an open drawer at
the bottom of the filing cabinet. I caught a brief glimpse of her lace
stocking tops as that skirt rode up before she stood and left my office. I'd
asked her before why she always filed things in the bottom drawers, she told
me it was safer that way. There was less chance of the cabinets toppling
over, which made sense.
I rubbed my eyes and told the computer to shut down, looking at my desk I saw
three cups of coffee, all stone cold, all untouched. I couldn't even remember
asking for them.
I yawned, tiredness crashing down on me after being held at bay for so long.
The lights in the outer office went dark and I heard Marilyn shout "I'm going
now george, see you on Monday!"
"Okay Marilyn!" I shouted back. I guess that meant it was Friday, I had a
relaxing weekend to look forward to. Maybe I'd have time to read those
journals...
I packed my briefcase and switched the lights off. The office briefly
illuminated by the light from my PCs monitor before that too shut down. I
felt a shiver run down my spine before I quickly locked the door and made my
way through the darkened building. I waved at all the security guards whose
faces I didn't remember but who seemed to be on first name terms with me.
Down in the underground car park there were barely any cars left just my
battered old compact and a black van. Very butch, blacked out windows and
lots of chrome, I assumed it would belong to the security company, it was
projecting the right image anyway. I wondered why they hadn't bothered with
logos on the sides when I realised I was at my car. I briefly fumbled in my
briefcase for the keys when a hand pressed something soft against my face. I
recognised the smell of chloroform and just had time to contemplate how
professional they must have been to remain silent before my vision faded and
I dropped to the ground.
When I awoke it was only the pain in my head which told me I'd done so. I
couldn't see a thing and, after a moment of panic, realised that the room was
pitch dark; I hadn't gone blind. This, however, was my only consolation as I
soon realised that I was quite Incapable of movement. Tight leather straps
bound me to a table, even my head was restrained but I was held at a peculiar
angle, almost vertical.
"Hello!" I shouted, "is anyone there?"
"Don't worry, George, you're in safe hands" came the response. The voice was
familiar.
"Marilyn, Is that you? I think I've been in an accident." That must be it, I
had probably crashed my car and I was in a hospital. It certainly had that
medicinal smell about it.
The lights flickered on and I got a sense of a white room filled with medical
equipment before I had to close my eyes against the glare. And there,
standing opposite me, was Marilyn. As my eyes adjusted I had time to take in
the full picture. This wasn't the Marilyn that I remembered, her long red
hair was drawn back into a ponytail, accentuating her high cheekbones and her
full red lips. Her green eyes glittered with malice. And the clothes...
If I'd thought the clothes she wore to work were provocative they looked
positively demure compared to what she now wore. An long black rubber skirt
reflected the room's strong lights, a split down one side showing black,
thigh-length PVC boots with impossible heels. Her trim waist was compressed
even further by a black rubber corset, her ample D-cup bust threatening to
break free from it's strong embrace.
"Now that you've finished staring, George, I'd like to welcome you to my new
business venture, Celebrity Wives." She smiled as she indicated the various
banks of instruments. "Everyone wants to fuck a celebrity these days don't
they? And thanks to your innovations and those of a few others that dream can
become a reality for anyone who can afford my prices."
I was stunned, "What do you mean? I don't understand."
She took a step towards me and pointed to a table in the corner. Lying on it
was what appeared to be the body of the model, Sophie Dahl.
"We are able to create a life-like replica of any living person. A living
breathing facsimile, all we need is a mind to put in it. Your little wet-ware
experiments mean we can put a living brain into this shell and sell it to one
of our exclusive customers. People are willig to pay an obscene amount of
money to have an obedient model, willing to suck and fuck at a single
command."
"You're not serious, my technology was only at the prototype stage, we hadn't
even got to animal trials yet!" This was some kind of bad dream, any moment
I'd wake up. I was probably asleep on my desk right now.
"You may not have been but we don't have any FDA guidelines to conform to and
we have a very wealthy sponsor who wants the first model off the line. If
you'll pardon the pun" she waved at the body on the table and laughed.
"Now, say goodnight George, when you wake up you'll be Sophie." I watched as
she turned a dial on an IV with one of her slender hands and the world began
to go dark for the second time that day.
The rest of my memories are just snapshots, a high pitched buzzing, being
poked and prodded, flashes of erotic films, women on their knees, on all
fours, tied up. A high voice begging to be fucked. And then darkness again.
When my eyes opened again I was in bed. I could feel the cool sheets against
my skin and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I opened my eyes slowly
and let the world return to focus. I was going to have to book a holiday if
work was invading my subconscious like that. I stretched my arms and was
immediately drawn back to reality, I had just feelt the sheets sliding over
my large, erect nipples. I sat bolt upright and looked down at my chest. They
were unmistakable, two proud firm breasts jiggling as I began to
hyperventilate. My shaking hands reached to touch them, hoping this was an
illusion but when I cupped them all I could feel was my silky skin. I let one
hand reach up to my dark, puckered nipple as the other began to investigate
my crotch. The sensation as I gently squeezed my firm breast almost
distracted me from the shock of finding an empty crotch, my dainty new
fingers probing my soft labia and finding my moist pussy waiting. I slipped a
finger gently inside and heard my new voice for the first time as I gasped
out loud. I realised I had heard that voice before, the woman I had heard
begging to be fucked was me!
Marilyn's voice snapped me out of my erotic memories.
"Good morning, Sophie. I see you're enjoying your new urges" I quickly
brought my hands back over the sheets and looked towards her voice. There
stood Marilyn in a black latex catsuit, her long hair free of the ponytail. I
stared as I saw her caressing a long black dildo that jutted from the crotch
of the suit. "I've just been dying to try out your new body, boss. I want to
see if all the special requests I made have been put into your new bimbo
brain."
"Leave me alone Mistress, I dont..." Had I just called her mistress? Judging
by the look on her face I had. "Mistress, I..." There it was again, what was
wrong with me? "Please Mistress, I... I want to suck your cock" Oh my God,
what was I saying? Not just that but I could feel my mouth watering at the
prospect. Images came into my mind of hard cocks stroking in and out between
my lips, fountains of cum spraying in my mouth, on my face and on my big
tits. I wanted, no needed, to suck her cock and yet I couldn't do it without
a direct order from her.
"Beg me." She wrapped both of her hands around the thick shaft, pointing it
towards me. "Get on your knees and beg me" I crawled from the bed and knelt
at her feet.
"Please Mistress, let me suck it, I need to suck on your juicy cock. I want
to feel it in my mouth."
"Tell me what your name is slut"
"My name is Sophie Dahl Mistress, I am your slave, your slut do what you want
to me."
"Oh, don't worry Sophie, I will... Now you may suck me" I greedily slipped
the dildo into my mouth, my lips stretched tight around the shaft but I slid
it all the way in, only realising when I had reached it's artificial balls
that I was deep throating 12 inches without any trouble. Another one of
Mistresses little surprises.
Her hands tangled in my long blonde hair as she held my head then, slowly at
first, she began to pump the dildo in and out of my mouth. I felt my firm
breasts shake with every thrust my right hand slipped between her legs to rub
her crotch through the latex. I could feel the heat of her pussy and felt my
left hand move to my own.
"stop right there, Sophie!" Commanded Marilyn. "I want to see you play with
those big titties first!"
I couldn't help myself, my hands flew to my breasts and I began to knead
them, the soft flesh pressed between my fingers as I twisted and pulled at my
sensitive nipples. Soon I heard another voice join with Marilyn's, moaning
and panting, it was making me even hornier until I realised it was my own. I
wasn't just a horny slut, I knew now that I was a screamer.
Marilyn's face-fucking grew more insistent until I felt her shuddering
through a series of orgasms. As she cried out and gave one last thrust into
my eager mouth I felt my own orgasm hit me, my knees gave way as wave after
wave of intense pleasure passed over me. My nipples were on fire and I could
feel my juices dripping down my plump thighs. The dildo slipped from my mouth
with a wet pop and I lay on the floor, panting and luxuriating in my first
taste of femininity.
"Good girl, now we have to get you all packaged up for your new master.
Sleep, Sophie..."
At her command my world went black again. I don't know how much time passed
before I heard the words.
"Wake up Sophie!"
I opened my eyes, I was standing looking at a voluptuous blonde dressed in a
French maid's uniform, the short skirt held aloft by layers of white silk
petticoats. Her garters were clearly visible, holding up black silk
stockings. She was perched on black stilletoes, which had a six inch heel,
forcing her to stand on the tips of her toes. Her soft, round breasts heaved
with every breath she took, pushed up and together by the unforgiving bodice
of the dress.
She was checking me out, our eyes met and I reached out to touch her. As I
raised my arm so did she, it was only when my fingers met cold glass that I
realised I was looking into a mirror. I was stunned, this was the first time
I had seen the extent of my change. I saw my big blue eyes open wide with
surprise as an involuntary gasp escaped my full, red lips.
"You're quite a picture Sophie. You turned out better than I could have
hoped." It was a man's voice, somehow I knew it was my master. I turned to
face him but found myself kneeling with my head bowed.
"How may I serve you master?" My soft, high voice was dripping with sexual
intent.
"You can look at me, Sophie, I want you to see who you belong to now." I
raised my eyes to view my master and caught my breath as i realised who it
was. This was the big boss, Jack Rayne, he owned the whole company! Why was
he doing this to me, I was a good employee wasn't I?
"This is a wonderful situation Sophie. My most precious asset hidden from
those who want to steal him away from me, a perfect test run for your
wet-ware and for the manufacturers of your new body. They'll be joining you
very soon... I've always wanted a harem of willing fuck toys." He grinned at
me and I saw a bulge forming in the crotch of his suit. "Yes, I'd like to see
Lucy Liu fuck your sweet little pussy with a fat strap-on cock or, maybe, I'd
let her have a real one." He loked me in the eyes and and said "The best part
is that your intelligence has been stored on the company mainframe where it's
still working for us. All you are now is a stupid bimbo, only good for
fucking and sucking."
His erection was getting harder now, the fabric of his pants straining to
keep it in. I found myself licking my lips and wondering what a real cock
would feel like in my mouth, in my pussy, even in my ass. I couldn't help it,
no matter how hard i tried to fight it, I couldn't resist the urges that were
programmed into my new body.
I found my hands shaking as they reached for his zipper. He took a step
forward and I freed his cock from it's confinement. My, God, it was huge! I
leant forward and let the end of my tongue brush against the tip. It pulsed
in my hand as the thick shaft stiffened and I opened wide to let the head
into my warm wet mouth. My plump lips closed around it as I savoured the
musky taste of my first real blow job. I gently began to suck as I ran my
tongue along the underside and tasted the first few drops of his salty
pre-cum. His strong hand ran through my hair to the back of my head and he
began to, gently but forcefully, push my mouth further onto his manhood. I
began to stroke the shaft back and forth as my tongue swirled expertly around
the top of his cock. My other hand reached up to cup his heavy balls and
stroke their velvet sack. He groaned as i squeezed softly and I realised my
performance was turning me on, my pussy was feeling hot and slippery beneath
my silken petticoats. I squirmed and rubbed my creamy thighs together trying
to find relief from this need but I knew now my only option.
I let his cock slip from my lips and carried on masturbating him as i began
to beg. "Please, I want you to fuck me now. I need it in my pussy, I'm so hot
for you. Oh, God please, I'll do anything for you, be anyone you want me to
be, fuck anyone or anything just, please, fill my cunt with your hard cock!"
"I love to see a woman beg, stand in front of the mirror and bend over."
I leapt to my feet and stood facing the mirror. As I bent forward my dress
raised up to expose my plump ass, the cool air on my pussy providing a little
relief from my burning desire. I watched in the mirror as this horny slut
bent forward, wiggling her ass at her master. I saw her big tits slip from
the bodice of her dress and felt their weight as they swayed below me,
tugging on my chest. My stiff nipples pointing towards the floor.
As Jack approached me, holding his cock, I realised the purpose of my high
heels, my pussy was at just the right height for him. He reached out and
grasped me by the hips, his rough hands felt so strong against my soft flesh.
Gently he pressed his cock against my virgin pussy and began to push forward.
The feeling was incredible, I felt myself open up for him, my lips spreading
apart as he slid further in to me. I felt his heat moving further inside me
until I was completely filled, the slut in the mirror was smiling, her eyes
half closed with pleasure. Until Jack began to thrust, then I saw her mouth
form an 'O' of surprise as her eyes opened wide.
My heavy tits swayed with every thrust of his thick cock, I couldn't even
speak, I was concentrating on staying standing so I could prolong this
feeling. He fucked me roughly, gripping my hips and slamming his meat into my
tight cunt, but I didn't care. In fact, I loved it, craved it, this was how i
needed to be fucked. Like a slut, a whore, a bitch in heat. That's all I was
now, a mindless bimbo and, as I realised, it I felt him tense up inside me,
if anything I felt him grow a little bigger as he came deep inside me, hot
cum filling my insides. I would never get pregnant, never grow old, I would
always be a willing submissive fuck-toy for him and while a part of me
screamed in horror it was drowned out by my own cries as I came again and
again...
To be continued?
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