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This is a work of fiction. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Any attempt to recreate these events may be construed as a violation of local, state and physical laws. Anyone reading this younger than eighteen years old, please remove your eyes at your earliest inconvenience. Anyone wishing to repost this to any free story archive is encouraged to do so. The Island of Dr. Morrack By Andy Maynard It was getting choppy - too choppy. No matter what the experts said, the Convection Engines to slow global warming were creating more clear - air turbulence. The air would seem fine - then we'd run into a sudden up or down draft, the plane would pitch, Kelly would shoot me another contemptuous look... I'd flown through calmer thunderstorms. I'd done that in a newer plane, though. My old VeryLite had a few too many thousand hours on it, and the trouble console was flashing yellow lines where the maintenance nanobots were having trouble keeping up. I knew the nanobots were past their 'Use By' date, but I'd figured on getting a fresh batch with the job I'd just failed to get... Kelly looked up at the flashing console, and the frustrated look she gave me was more than enough. The second honeymoon we'd decided to take while on Bermuda hadn't gone any better than my job interview - it was a nice hotel, a chance to be alone... but when both partners want to play the submissive, whoever has to be the Dom just can't get their heart into it... The nanobots repairing the cables in the port canard suddenly weren't putting their hearts into it - the klaxon sounded a moment before the red lines started flashing. The surrounding yellow lines gained solidity as all spare nanobots rushed to where the canard was coming loose... but machines that small and that stale just didn't "rush" fast enough. I took us into a steeper dive than I should have, keying the EMERGENCY squawker while I checked the map. A whole artificial coast of floating islands had grown up along the seaboard over the past fifty years - I banked slightly northward, hoping to get to the airstrip at New Jacksonville. "Ed - Eddie, what's wrong??" We'd just hit another burst of disagreeable air. "How bad is it??" The fear in her lovely green eyes truly cut me. The whole trip had been my fault, as had the less-than-lovely games we'd attempted the night before. Of course, it had to be worse for her; I had a myriad things to do to occupy me, and all she could do is sit there and watch the ocean coming up way too fast. "The canard's coming loose - just need the nano to keep it attached a few more minutes - I declared an emergency, we can land at the first available field. New Jax is closest," I said as I leveled her off. "The air feels smoother down he-" The canard actually _flapped_ a couple of times before tearing loose - almost loose. Instead of a clean break it was swinging and thrashing around like a huge sport fish, fighting off my attempts to regain control... or even altitude. I tried slowing as much as possible, but gravity _will_ be insistent on things like that. I saw the water zooming up just as we lurched into a roll... *** I don't normally snap right awake in the morning; it's usually more of a slow drift into consciousness. There were vague, blurry impressions of the line flowcharts and lines of code I used to dream about back when I was first studying programming - and then I was mildly surprised to suddenly be awake and conscious... And _not_ in a hospital bed. I was sitting in a plush chair, looking at a babe in another chair. A naked babe, a _fabulous_ babe - long flowing platinum blonde hair reaching past her amazingly thick, pouting lips down to an _amazing_ set of melons; she was stacked like one of those surgically-inflated porn queens - but more so... My sudden intake of breath at that vision of lust made me notice something - two things - in my peripheral vision - I looked down to find a _gigantic_ rack laying on my chest!!! Gasping, I looked back up to see the lady looking back up as her hands flew up to feel the mountainous tits on her... On me. I realized I was looking in a mirror as I heard a deep dark chuckle to my left. Looking over I saw a barrel-chested man in his late 30s or 40s, looking at me with the widest grin... I jumped to get up - and the gigantic jugs flowed forward and back, knocking me back into the chair. The man laughed out loud as I struggled to get up. On the fourth try I thought it through, realized my center of gravity was now Out There, and got my feet under me. Of course, that put these huge tits swaying unpredictably in front of me - I didn't quite fall over forward as I forced myself to stand upright. My feet _hurt_ - there was something wrong with my ankles... and these tits were such a load! I tried not to show what a strain it was - and failed when I saw there were more people in the room!! In addition to the man I first heard laughing I saw a row of people standing to one side, two men and five women... I was desperately struggling to take it all in - while the laughing man had on a very elegant dark maroon dressing robe, everyone in the line to his side were all in various fantasy - fetish lingerie. While not laughing out loud, they _were_ looking at me, snickering and blowing kisses - I realized I was naked in front of them - "Eeeeeep!!" The room broke into laughter as I grabbed my huge, bobbling rack, trying to hide it... I probably covered most of my right aureole with my arm, but as hard as I reached my fingers could barely reach my (surprisingly sensitive) left nipple. My left hand darted down to cover my pubes; the laughter picked up a notch when I couldn't avoid a little yelp escaping when my fingers met a smooth, shaved crotch with only a little wet slit. I was somewhat past frantic, looking around wildly... "You can't - you can't do this to..." I trailed off, barely noticing how high - pitched and, well, _girly_ my voice was now - not that I could have been heard over the din. It obviously _had_ happened to me, but this sort of radical surgery was impossible without major hospital facilities - meaning major paperwork before they could - The laughter died suddenly, as if cut off by a switch, and everyone except the man in the dressing robe snapped to attention - myself included!! I *really* wanted to cover myself, run away... I could only stand there, immobile, trying not to notice the predatory gleam in the man's eyes. Even as my bust jiggled from my sudden shift in posture, I realized a few of the women in line had breasts as big as mine - in fact, even the men were at least a double 'D' cup - in fact - I blinked and swallowed hard - it was, literally, all I could do. What I'd *thought* was a man in a sheer lace nightgown... was my wife Kelly!!! I hadn't recognized her - she was so much bigger now, not just taller, but literally bulging with muscles, like some Olympic wrestler. She met my eyes with an unreadable expression as the man turned to them. "All right now, girls, we've all enjoyed the little show - off to your duties now... while I play with my new toy!" He turned to look at me, with a smile I _really_ did not like... "Yes Master!!" The whole line intoned in unison, before leaving the room. Kelly walked right by me - I was amazed at having to look _up_ to see her face. Her once - long auburn hair was in a short crew cut, and the pitiful smirk she gave me as she left me there, still frozen in place, gave me a sick feeling... not that I'd notice one more... I felt a sudden burning sensation - it was the hardest blush of my life! I barely had time to wonder why I hadn't turned beet - red with embarrassment before now when I realized I could now move my head... though everything else was still frozen. Not "frozen" exactly; the man hefted my left tit, letting it drop as he smiled at me. "Why... why are you doing this??" The girly tone in my voice seemed to delight him as much as fondling me. "Why??" _He_ had a deep, hearty voice, of course. "The short version is, I'm a Dom. I decided to add you to my little harem. Well - maybe 'little' isn't the exact right word..." He was on my side, patting my fanny. I could just see it in the mirror, a perfectly rounded bubble butt. "You see, when you were brought in after attempting to fly your plane under water, you were in, well, pieces. I just put you back together... my way. Actually, you're very lucky the Navy divers brought you here. You'd never have survived in any normal hospital..." He went on, examining me - _touching_ me - while I tried to mentally distance myself by a few million miles. I'd recognized him, of course. Victor Morrack was the Henry Ford of 21st Century engineers. He held most of the patents that had made nanotech a household item, was worth more than half the nations on Earth... and, I suddenly realized, he had to be at least 80 by now... "So," I tried again. I'd have to get used to my much - higher pitch sooner or later. "So, you decided to change the specs during my recuperation. I guess the term 'informed consent' means nothing to you?" He laughed, right in my face. "You're exactly right, my dear girl - it means _nothing_ to me!!" He playfully flicked my left nipple - I still wasn't used to how sensitive it was. "You see, Bambi - I've decided to call you 'Bambi.' Anyway, I can -" That was too much. "Listen, Professor Mo -" I felt the strangest _shift_ then, and kept talking - even though now I desperately wanted to shut up! "Well, of course, Master, I'd be _delighted_ to be your bouncing busty Bambi!" I even found myself rocking up on my toes, setting my tits to bobbing up and down as Morrack grinned at me. "_Never_ forget, Bambi, I'm in control here. Complete control," he added, grinning. "You see, the U.S. military very much wants me to continue my research, to keep up their competitive edge. I desire that the authorities 'overlook' some of my recreational activities." "And really, my dear girl," He came up closer, putting his arm around me and whispering conspiratorially in my ear. "It's not as if you haven't tried on women's clothes now and then - or tried to get your pretty little wife to dominate you. Just think - you'll never have to play the Dom again!" "But, but it's not like that!!!" How the _Hell_ did he... I'd never even mentioned to Kelly that I'd crossdressed during my teenage years, when Mom and Carol were out of the house. I realized, for all the things he could do - could make _me_ do, he'd have to have grown a very extensive cyber network inside my own brain. That was massively illegal, of course... and I had absolutely no doubt he wouldn't care, of course. I realized he didn't have any apparent control devices... he must have wired his _own_ head, an automatic control network - no remote control to take from him somehow... Morrack was examining my earlobes now - I wasn't surprised they already had holes. "I, well, listen, those games were one thing, but, well, I'm a man." Morrack literally roared with laughter. "A 'man,' hmmm." He reached down and stuck his finger into my cunt!! "I seem to have found a - heh heh heh - a 'hole' in your argument. However, if you need further convincing..." He whipped off his robe, draping it on the chair. I wasn't surprised he was naked underneath it, but the size of his cock was literally frightening, a huge throbbing organ. I barely had time to realize I was free to move when he grabbed my by the arm and forced me down, onto my knees - then onto my back... "Oh _God_ no -" I tried to tell my arms to _move_ to at least scuttle me back away from this madman and his giant meat torpedo he was aiming at my pussy. Instead, I felt that strange _shift_ feeling again. Suddenly my legs were moving apart, until they were almost diametrically opposed. Then all I could feel was the bloated, overloaded _tearing_ sensation as he forced his rod hard into me. I yelped from the pain and he just grinned, pushing and ramming himself deeper and deeper into me, harder and har - And then it hit - my first female orgasm. It was a full - body, life - changing, soul - uplifting thing, a torrent of sheer mind bending ecstasy that almost covered the pain of his sudden intrusion... I opened my eyes, just catching my breath when I saw him striding out the door opposite the mirror. By now I wasn't surprised to find myself getting up - struggling, my waist moved differently, and being seriously top-heavy made it tricky just getting back to my feet. I wanted to go see what was beyond either of the other two doors - I just had time to notice I was bleeding from my vagina when I found myself mincing painfully towards the door Morrack had used, arms swinging slightly, boobs swaying freely... Of course, pervert that he is, no doubt Morrack had built in a hymen for me, a cherry to pop when he first entered me. I found myself walking into a small but clean and well - furnished bathroom. I had stopped trying to fight it, as I found myself stepping into the shower. The water was lukewarm, but soothing as I cleaned myself up. I even took the chance to check out my own body (hey, I was going to have to get used to it anyway) both by touch, and after I got out, in the bathroom mirror. I was, in short, the perfect sex doll. Massive, yet perfectly formed and perky tits, an hourglass figure that shouldn't have been able to support me, face like Miss America, even though my lips were almost cartoonishly pouty. I almost had to laugh when I saw he'd even made my brown eyes blue. There was no door to this bathroom - I jerked around when I saw someone come in, and my beach balls swinging around swept a half - dozen bottles and tubes of skin - care products into the sink. My darling wife laughed at the sight - then stopped to help pick up the mess. Damn, she was _big_. Barely clearing the doorway, her hugely muscled arms were like tree trunks, and her legs - Blinking, I suddenly noticed what seemed wrong even in all this insanity... even on the massive pectoral muscles her new DD boobs stuck out... but now right next to her I saw that there was a _second_ pair of breasts, just below the "normal" ones. She saw me looking down there. "Wait, it gets better," she said sarcastically. She walked over in front of the toilet, and hitched up her nightie. I could see the bulge even before she pulled down her panties... _his_ panties... Kelly was now sporting an enormous cock - nowhere as big as Morrack's, but still over twice as big as mine had been. The smug look she - no, _he_ gave me would make any man feel inadequate. But then, I really wasn't a man anymore. Kelly even stayed to watch as I had to sit down to pee. Diagonally across the hall was a rec room for what Kelly (Or, as Morrack had named her, "Sheena") said was the Slave Wing of the mansion. It was actually rather nice, two wall TV screens, monitors for Net access... except, of course, no _outgoing_ messages were allowed. I saw three of the girls lounging in there; it turns out that Morrack's harem spent a lot of time just waiting on their master's pleasure. "Look, Kelly, we have-" She took my arm - probably not meaning to hurt me, but it felt like a vise clamping down on my arm. "It's 'Sheena' now... and you're now 'Bambi.' You _need_ to understand that the Master is really in complete control. All we can do is be his sex toys, be his obedient slaves - especially you." That didn't sound good. Kelly - okay, _Sheena_ explained it. "When the plane crashed, the frame collapsed on us... _into_ us. You were... in pieces. I overheard the Master once, he said since they didn't think you would survive he was using you for a lot of... experimental stuff. He called you his 'bag of tricks.' " I'd lost count of how many times I'd thought the day couldn't get any worse... so Morrack had loaded me with... what? I knew my back muscles had to be something special, for my tiny little wasp waist to support this superstructure. My ruminations were stopped short when we arrived at our room... I had to admit it was nice, a huge four - poster bed big enough for my giantess wife (I really wasn't ready to think of her as my husband). I had just noticed a disturbing collection of sex toys when the door swung open. The... person in the doorway had a manly enough face - and even a fairly masculine build, if one managed not to notice the huge jugs. However, 'his' Playboy Bunny outfit - complete with ears!! - managed to diminish his faint sense of manhood. Besides, the crotch showed a very definite camel toe. I couldn't help but grin for a moment - before remembering my own state... "Hello, Bambi," she said, in a definitely feminine voice. "I'm the Master's personal secretary, my name is Vixen. Master says you are to get _only_ a pair of stiletto heels, and earrings, and to report to his office." I was about to suggest a good place for Morrack to shove his high heels when I saw the warning look in Sheena's eyes. I was still getting used to the beach balls bouncing and swaying in front of me, but at least I was able to walk now, without pain. Part of Morrack's little games; our ankles had been altered so that we _needed_ five - inch heels just to walk. We walked past the room where I'd awoken - strange to think it was barely an hour before!! - and down the hall past two doors that looked like bank vaults before we reached the office and Vixen opened the door. Morrack was sitting back, an Oriental girl stood over him, gently slapping her giant boobs against his face. As I walked in I was surprised at how natural it already felt, walking in high heels. The troubling thing was how natural it felt to have that sudden shifting feeling in my head - and then to start dancing there, my ass twisting and my tits bouncing... This went on for maybe fifteen minutes, before Morrack waved the girl away. "That's enough, Knockers. Bambi, come here and kneel." I didn't feel the shift or compulsion - but I had a bad feeling I _didn't_ want to wait that long. "Yes, Pro - Yes, Master." I sank to my knees just as his robe slipped apart - there again was the giant one - eyed monster that had almost split me apart not so long ago. I spared a moment to wonder he got it aroused again so quickly - then remembered the environment he lived in, hot and top - heavy slave girls at his beck and call... "Suck it." I should have seen it coming - I inadvertently looked up, pleadingly at him. "No!! No, please, I can't..." He glared down at me, and the shift came. I found myself chirping, "Oh _Yes_ Master, I just _love_ to suck on great big hard cocks, I _live_ for the chance to go down on a big studly god like yourself. I just always need to feel a hot hard dick in my mouth..." I had to go on like that for some minutes before I could stop saying the embarrassing lines. The thing is, I could only start kissing and licking his dick after I stopped talking. I slowly slid the shaft into my mouth, but even rearing up and putting some weight into it I could only barely get half into my mouth. My tongue looped and swirled around his throbbing manhood, and I wasn't surprised to find myself swallowing after he blew four of five hot loads into my mouth. After I was done, I had to lick him clean while moaning about how thankful I was to be allowed the honor, what a thrill it was to have him in my mouth. After a while, he seemed satisfied... but not happy. "Bambi, I didn't _ask_ if you wanted to give me a blowjob; I gave you a simple, direct order. What is your attitude problem, bitch???" He was staring at me as if _daring_ me to say anything... but he was expecting _some_ sort of answer... "I - I'm sorry, Master! Please, I beg you, I'm sorry - I'd just - I'd never sucked on a man's dick before!!" "Hmmm..." He looked lost in thought for a moment. "So, you're just not used to having a dick in your mouth, Bambi? You're in luck, girl - we can fix that!!" He motioned the Oriental girl over; she lifted her French Maid apron... and there was a set of cock and balls. By now, the only thing that surprised me is that they looked normal - sized, what I had thought of as "normal" before today... "Go ahead, Bambi - you can use the practice, and I want to see you get her balls in your mouth, too!" I blushed again at the thought of willfully, under my own volition, taking a dick in my mouth. By now I knew I _would_ suck another dick. If I tried to fight it, I would still wind up sucking it... and more, after angering Morrack. Knockers' dick started hardening as soon as I licked it. Under Morrack's watchful eye, I slurped in the stiffening rod, desperately sucking on it. Morrack seemed to approve of the pleased murmurs Knockers was making, as well as my forcing my mouth down harder, struggling to get her (his?) ball sack into my mouth. Which I did, after a number of tries. After Knockers came, I dutifully swallowed it all and carefully licked her clean. As she smoothed down the lacy apron of her French Maid outfit Morrack motioned me to get up. He led me across the room to the back of an ornate, heavy wood chair. "Bend over." I had a bad idea what was up - but I knew that openly resisting him would only make things worse. I bent down over the back as instructed - And was suddenly snapped down; this wasn't the usual _shift_ when Morrack's neural net took control of me. I actually felt a force yank my wrists down to the seat of the chair, holding me helpless against the back with my butt sticking up. I belatedly realized that simple magnets had been implanted in my wrists - part of the 'experiments' Morrack had been up to, no doubt. "My dear girl," Morrack was petting Knockers on the head like a housepet... and, to be fair, she was cooing and purring with delight over it. "We have a sassy, insolent bitch here. I know a _good_ slave girl like yourself would want to please me..." Morrack went to the cabinet in the corner and retrieved a black leather belt. Bringing it back, he pushed the ends in and then yanked them back out, filling the room with a loud unhealthy _SNAP!!!_ He handed the belt, and told her to stripe my legs. She didn't hesitate for a femtosecond but started right in slashing at the backs of my legs. The sudden sizzling pain was enormous - so bad, I lost count... I _think_ it was more than 25, but less than thirty, when Morrack said, "Okay, now, Knockers. You have a good feel for your weapon, what you can do with a single slice? Good - now polish her uppity ass cherry red!" Knockers laid into me with a vengeance. I couldn't even distinguish the individual strokes, just the overall fiery burning of my sore ass. After some time, Morrack was finished, and let Knockers go. "You might have to eat standing up for a while, Bambi." He laughed, as the force holding me in place vanished. "You know, girl, in any power struggle _I'm_ going to win. You *do* understand this, don't you?" "Yes, Master." What else could I do; he can simply take control of my own nervous system. Whatever way out I might find, it couldn't involve a direct confrontation with the local mad scientist. He pointed over at the cabinet. "Third drawer. Go get a dildo, Bambi." I steeled myself. "Yes Master." I replied as I desperately looked around for anything... a fire alarm... anything to disrupt this hideous play... There were five dildos in the drawer... hoping to avoid an even worse situation, I picked out a big thick cocoa - colored monster over a foot long. I started carrying it across the room. "In your mouth." Terrified, I gingerly opened wide and started to slip it in... _Shift_ I jammed the thing in up against the back of my mouth. I felt a sudden cold stinging all through my lips, but the gasp I couldn't make didn't even come near dislodging the intruder in my mouth. My lips were now sealed around the dildo, as if they had somehow been instantly glued... Morrack was chuckling. "There's some specialty nanofibers in those nice puffy lips of yours; they can be made super - adhesive or neutral in a twentieth of a second. I wanted to field - test that anyway, and you do need to get used to having dicks in your mouth..." He broke of laughing again before he could catch his breath. "You can spend the rest of today getting to know the house, the grounds... just play tourist; you'll need to know the layout anyway. Just don't try to leave the grounds. Don't go putting on any clothes, either. All the new slave girls have to get used to the... 'ornamental' part of your job description. Now shoo, girl, run along. I have work to do." He didn't have to tell me twice - I scooted out of their with all the dignity a naked, top - heavy bimbo with a dildo in her mouth could muster. It actually gave me a physical feeling of safety, almost pleasure to be out of eyesight of that - that _lunatic_. I wandered back through the foyer, into the kitchen and a small dining area to one side. There was a much larger dining room there, but it was dark, apparently used when Morrack was entertaining guests. A couple of the girls I passed smirked or chuckled a bit, but a naked woman wandering around with a dildo in her mouth didn't seem out of the ordinary. That, I realized, is probably not a good thing. I stopped at the front porch. It was a warm enough morning, and I saw one girl heading over to a pool near the corner in just a pair of fishnet panties, so I figured a nude girl wouldn't be any great distraction. Buildings on artificial islands are either one or two stories, or else many many tens of stories, to spread around the cost of sinking the foundation shaft down through the ocean and into the rock below. Morrack's place was mostly single - story, though there was a small second - story addition in the back. I realized the ground was just painted green - this was indeed part of the string of artificial islands. Just as well, as stiletto heels appeared to be the standard footwear - aside from Morrack's bedroom slippers, of course. I caught up to the girl, a brown - skinned babe who introduced herself as Honey. Her tits weren't as massive as mine, but she had three of them. Large gold hoops pierced each erect nipple, and lighter gold chains linked the hoops. She set down a bucket of wieners, as I saw a commotion in the far end of the pool. I had a flash of a strong green scaled tail, and recalled the old mermaid shows I saw as a kid... as she swam closer, though, I could see her tail was stroking side to side, like a fish, as opposed to the up - and - down movements of the girls in the mermaid costumes... As she came up to the side of the pool to feed, I saw she had wide, stubby flippers instead of arms... and her mouth and face was elongated, like a seahorse, but ending in a round, toothless circle that Honey explained Morrack had designed to make it safe to put a dick into... which is why the wieners were the only food she could still eat. As she fed the poor transformed thing, Honey explained that she had once been in the Navy, a CPO in charge of a guardhouse on the back access road. After accepting a bribe from an investigative reporter to get inside one of their advanced - research projects, a court - martial had sentenced him to life in Leavenworth, but the Admiral in command at the base was an associate of Morrack's, and saw the chance to treat him to another 'subject.' I realized that Morrack's contacts must run high enough to make him virtually untouchable, while Honey continued. "Of course, I got off easy... the Master was researching using living systems to produce some of his micro machines, so in a way the reporter from Newsweek _did_ get to the bottom of his story; he spends most of the day attached to the milking machines at the bottom of the other end of the pool." I left Honey there, feeding the pitiful thing. There was a hedge separating this pool from one where a couple of normal - or at least, still humanoid - girls were playing and splashing in the water. From the size of their boobs I realized they also had to be part of Morrack's harem. I walked through the artificial forest - my stilettos would have sunk through normal ground, but these were man - made, usually smooth concrete, with the occasional gap for hydroponic bushes or even trees. The fence was well - marked; I headed West, idly wondering if Morrack's grounds extended to the shore. It wasn't outright impossible to swim to the mainland - I looked down, realizing I was even equipped with pontoons for the journey. The fence curved back to the South before I ever saw a glimpse of the Inland Sea the chain had formed between here and the mainland... but before I got back, I saw an abandoned guard shack where a long - abandoned access road had once come through. Ducking inside, I saw the power was still on - there was some decidedly newer equipment on the far bench, no doubt monitoring one or more of Morrack's experiments. What caught my eye was the old, weathered Optidyne 4000 machine in the corner. It was a real museum piece... but it had only been superceded by the incredibly faster fullerene processors that Morrack had made his first two fortunes with. One of the beauty features of the Optidyne was that they survived the elements very well - no moving parts to wear, all the metal elements were encased in durable composites... I barely breathed as I plugged in the power cable and turned it on... and mercifully, the old familiar start - up screen came up. I looked around carefully - the guardhouse couldn't even be seen from Morrack's mansion. I was very careful to put the antique back _exactly_ where it had been. I know had access to a machine that could contact the outer world... but what do I say? I could E - mail the police - even the FBI... who would contact the local authorities, which here on New Duval was the Navy. They assure them that everything is on the up and up... and I'm left at the mercy of an enraged - and perverted - mad scientist. I hardly noticed the rest of the walk back to the mansion. I had to assume that making contact would be a one - time - only opportunity... and that I'd have to be ready and able, somehow, to scram once I called... who _could_ I call...? Morrack unsealed the dildo from my lips a few hours after I returned, but my jaw was so sore from being propped open, I missed supper, too. Sheena brought me a protein drink while we were in the rec room, watching TV. A couple of the other girls were on the Net; I tried not looking over, still wondering how I was going to use my (hopefully!!) escape ticket. I was wondering how to tell Sheena - actually, wondering *if* I should tell her. I had to assume the mansion was bugged, that Morrack would hear of anything we talked about - but how could I leave my wife of ten years (and husband for one day) behind? It didn't help that I was debating that very question when Vixen popped in and said the master wanted me. My heart pounded as I walked down the hall to his office... if he knew about the computer, I reasoned, he would never have let it be left where a slave girl could find it... still, what if I had been monitored, and he went out to find out why I'd stopped there in the building for so long... I was actually relieved when he pointed me to a small bed in the corner and said he wanted to fuck my tits! I quickly strutted over, keeping the excitement out of my voice as I replied "Yes, Master!" I couldn't stop a small wince when my still - sore bottom landed on the mattress. For his part, he was all smiles as he strode over to me, his enormous dick swelling and throbbing above me. "You don't _object_ to tit - fucking me, do you, Bambi?" He reached down, viciously twisting and yanking on my right nipple. "Do you feel like arguing the point?" I knew that the only way I'd have any chance at all would be to just fit in, be one of the girls... I looked up, smiling as earnestly as I could. "Oh no, Master. You're most certainly entitled to play with your toys in any way you please... and I most certainly want to please my all - powerful Master!" It was close enough to the truth; he smiled and said "_Good_ girl... and now, put these on!" He tossed me two very pretty, iridescent blue butterfly nipple clamps. My sensitive nipples hurt like roaring hell, but I somehow managed to get them on. His monster dong slapped between my boobs like a huge hot salami. "Get going, Bambi!!" I smooshed my tits together, blinking back the tears as the slight movements seared my nipples under the clamps. I rubbed my boobs hard against his cock as he looked down at me, smirking. "Do you like wearing the clamps, little girl?" "They _hurt!!" I blurted out as he playfully flicked at one. "But - but that's nothing, Master!! As long as you enjoy seeing me wear them, I'm just glad it pleases you." That seemed to satisfy him; he just kneeled there over me as I rubbed my tits on his dick. Occasionally he'd flick, or twist, or yank on one of the clamps. Finally he pulled up, took his cock in hand and aimed his load all over my face. This time I felt the _shift_ go on... "Oh thank you for coming on my face, Master!! I just adore your jism and I can never get enough of it! I hope I get the honor of your wad in my face soon..." I couldn't stop from going on that way for some time, my tongue straining to reach out and lick it from around my mouth. I was finally allowed to get up, and clean off all the various toys he'd used that day. I had to wait and remove and clean my nipple clamps last, but I was at least free to go back to the slaves wing to shower and go to bed. And even _then_ it wasn't over. Sheena was feeling horny... and was insisting on a blow job. She had come to enjoy them in the two months she had swung a dick, and she insisted I needed the practice. "Master is going to expect you to learn to do it properly. He expects his girls to be able to play with it for at least an hour before making a man come." "Look, Ke - Sheena, I have already had one _hell_ of a day, and all MMMRRRUUMMPPHH!!!!!" She grabbed my hair and forced my head down onto her hardened rod. It seemed to excite her, being so much bigger and stronger than I was. She vigorously pumped my head on her dick, and when I started trying to complain when the bed sheet was rubbing roughly on my poor tortured nipples she pushed harder and faster. At least I was able to swallow almost all her load cleanly, with just a little dribble running down my chin. "Think of that making up for missing supper, Sweetie." She chuckled softly and drifted off to sleep, spent. *** Strange vague dreams... lines of code and logic charts and other diagrams I couldn't quite... I was gradually drifting to wakefulness... rolling over to look at the time, I felt these two huge boobs on my chest swinging over... Gasping, I jerked awake; my first attempt at sitting up foiled by these two massive tits. I lay back and closed my eyes; realizing it _wasn't_ all some bizarre nightmare, thinking it _had_ to be... "Hey you." My delicate, aching nipple was suddenly grabbed and twisted, all in one agonizing motion. Sheena was relentless. She wouldn't let go until I was on my feet, joining the crowd of slave girls going to breakfast. Oddly, it still felt strange to be totally nude while all the other girls at least had scraps of lingerie. Breakfast was good - but then I turned out to be assigned the KP duties. I had *finally* finished when I got another bunch in from the Master's room. Not surprisingly, one slave is designated each morning to carry him breakfast in bed; that girl then gives the Master his wake - up blowjob. I remember getting a wake - up blowjob before... of course, that was back when I had a dick... once I _finally_ finished the dishes I was summoned back to one of the bedrooms. The Master was there, with a girl dressed in skintight spandex pants and a peek - a - boo bra. The Master looked at me as I came in - and I got a funny crawling feeling on my boobs - as well as my crotch and inside my ass cheeks... it only lasted a few seconds, but looking down I saw my tan fading on the fronts of my tits, leaving me with sharp, very well - defined - and _very_ skimpy - bikini lines!! The Master chuckled as I had to hold my jugs up and apart to see the tiny thong - sized triangle that appeared around my cunt. The Master explained it was a new, "experimental" system he first tested on me - all the girls would have it soon. "And now, Pussy." He tweaked the girl's nipple to get her attention. "I want you to help our new girl here, Bambi. You always manage to make your make - up look nice and slutty - so you'll teach Bambi how to do hers." "Get to it, girls!" He strode out of the room, giving me a pat on my rear as he left. I noticed this girl Pussy only had a single bed... and, in those tight pants, I could see she also had a - "Hi Bambi." Her accent was _so_ Deep South, I could almost smell the magnolias. She saw me steal a quick glance at her crotch. "Yeah, I got 'maidenformed' - just like you." It should have been obvious... if I hadn't spent my first day seriously freaked out. All the guys the Master gets to 'play' with wind up as girls; and any arriving girls are made into she - males. As she showed me how to layer on the makeup thick and garish, Pussy explained she had been a smuggler. A freak storm destroyed his boat, and he washed up on the Eastern shore. Seeing a couple of the girls cavorting in the pool, he had decided this was the perfect place to stop and ask for help. "That was almost eight years ago - no, you have a wide choice in red, but pink lipstick is too subtle unless it's hot pink, electric pink... yeah, the Navy almost certainly had my prints on file. I'm sure the Master had them checking me out before he even opened the door. They work _real_ close... I doubt they ever even reported finding the crash site for your plane. Yeah, like that - paint your lips to say 'Fuck me!' " After the Master approved my makeup as sufficiently whorish, I got to wipe my lipstick off on his dick. He made a big production out of it with me on my knees for almost fifteen minutes begging for the supreme honor of taking my wonderful Master's glorious dick into my mouth. Sheena and Knockers were there to watch me beg and to critique my performance, offering suggestions, comments and generally enjoying the show. I made sure to gently tease him, slowly rolling my tongue over it and slowing down when he seemed to be anywhere near close. When he finally came, he was gracious enough to give me another chance to practice my makeup, pulling out and spraying his sperm all over my face again. The Master had business to attend to, so after fixing my makeup Sheena and Knockers both went over my performance, my technique. I had to demonstrate everything on a dildo before they would let me go down and take their dicks in my mouth. Training aside, Sheena was enjoying it *way* too much, being able to order me to kiss and suck on a dildo. That night I was assigned to maid duty, under Honey's direction. As per orders I was still kept nude. Honey's French Maid lingerie used a bra top that left her middle boob exposed. I cleaned the kitchen and the bathrooms as she ordered; the rugs were always vacuumed when the Master was away. The next day started out the same, blowjobs and beauty tips. It occurred to me that by now, I had given more blowjobs than I had received, back during my old life as a male. I only realized later that I had accepted this as my new life. I had to find a way out soon, before all I even _could_ be was a bimbo sex toy... Tonight wasn't going to be the night; the main dining room was open and being set up for something - and whoever the Master was entertaining, of course, we girls would be the entertainment. Late in the afternoon I was called out in back; a truck was sitting on the small access road and a number of sailors were carrying boxes and various pieces of equipment into what could only be Morrack's laboratory. I felt genuinely curious, and hurried on over to at least sneak a peek inside. There were rows of tanks and several free - standing consoles - and then I felt that usual _shift_... At that moment, I didn't care about the lab, about Sheena or escaping or what sick games Morrack had planned for tonight. _All_ I could think of, the _only_ thing that mattered was getting cocks into my mouth. I needed them - I was desperate - and all these strong hunky sailors had them!!! I rushed to my knees in front of a big black Ensign, pawing at his growing package and literally begging to suck his dick. The response was predictable, and I lunged down on it so fast he almost flinched, my tongue running over it like I was starving. I _felt_ like I was starving, like an army of four - foot cocks shooting jism into me by the gallon wouldn't be near enough. I crawled from man to man, begging for more and more dick in my mouth. It was only as I was watching all those fine hot young hard cocks driving away, tears streaming down my face, that I was suddenly in my own mind again. "Quite a show you put on for them, Bambi." The Master was standing over by the main door, watching the whole thing - and no doubt enjoying every minute of it. "I am very glad it pleased you, Master. I hope you enjoyed seeing me go down on all those men." "What _pleases_ me is being in control. What pleases me is obedience - especially by pretty little slave girls." I was sent to quickly shower and help set up the decorations for the night. That, and to give blowjobs to Knockers and another she - male, Candy, a lovely redhead with tits at least as big as mine and a rod at least as big as Sheena's. I had to struggle to take it in. Even her sack was enormous - she had trouble walking from the size of her balls, like oversized grapefruit. When she came it seemed to take forever as she throbbed in my mouth and I had to gulp down wad after wad after warm salty wad. When I finally had a chance to lick her clean, her only comment was "I hope I didn't spoil your dinner, Bambi!" The whole room laughed, and Knockers remarked that Candy had just _served_ me my dinner. Just when we normally had dinner the Master marched me back to the room I shared with Sheena. I was strapped into an insanely tight waist - cincher corset, a frilly satin pink number that only pulled in my waist to the point I looked like an adolescent sex cartoon - especially since it did nothing to cover my giant tits. The lacy pink fringe underneath stopped short of my pussy. My ensemble was completed by matching black lace garter belt, stockings and elbow - length gloves, as well as pink heart - shaped earrings, dangling from tiny diamond chains. Once the last earring was in the Master marched me in to meet with an Admiral and an older civilian who looked me over as I strutted in. The Master left me with them as the civilian asked me who I was - and before I even realized he had asked in German I replied "Ich heisse Bambi, mein Herr." He then asked me if I usually dressed so provocatively in Russian, if I had ever served in the military in Arabic, if I had ever born children in Chinese... I could answer them all, automatically. I didn't even feel the expected _shift_. I could simply understand any given language. The two of them were chatting excitedly about what a breakthrough my linguistic skills were in however many fields... when the Master returned. He was riding Sheena like a horse; she was wrapped in a saddle that left her four breasts exposed, a bit in her mouth - the works. When he got up and had her stand so they could see how tall she was, we could also see the red leather jockstrap that wasn't able to conceal her package. The party moved outside where Sheena lifted some prodigious weights - she could curl 450 lbs with one arm!! She lifted the side of the car the visitors came in, and pried one nut off the front wheel, barehanded, before putting it back. Once back inside the Master was going on about some kind of tissue simulation - I felt the _shift_ and was suddenly at attention in front of them. I felt a strange pinching on my nipples, and half - way expected the nipple clamps were somehow materializing... Instead, my nipples were growing, pointing out like rounded pink fingers. In less than a minute they were over four inches long, an inch thick at the base. Of course everyone had to touch and grab and play with and bend and flick and pinch and squeeze and pull on my extremely sensitive nipples. The Master was going on about nested buckey tubing and information linkage and how he could revert them to normal at any time - even withdraw them into my boobs to make secret compartments, which gave everyone a good laugh... well, _almost_ everyone. Golden tassels were pasted onto the tips of my nips, and I had to dance for the distinguished visitors, spinning them one way, the other, spinning them in opposite directions as the Master proudly went on about adaptive algorithms driving the growths of networks... "Even with a corset on, she learns the moves instantly, almost automatically, as her body is learning how to even predict how those free - swinging masses will move to a given vector..." I lost the conversation as I had to concentrate on speeding one boob up while slowing down the other. When I could finally stop, I found myself on my knees unzipping the Admiral's pants with my teeth. I was sucking him when the Master did his trick, making my lips super - adhesive. The Admiral was suitably impressed by how non - irritating the process was even to the most sensitive skin. I was in no position to point out that the initial process stung my lips, what with them being stuck around the Admiral's dick. As the Admiral looked down at me, smiling, I suddenly found I _was_ in a position to be a urinal!!! He was satisfied for the Master to keep me stuck on him as he watched the night's festivities. They must have been great; the Admiral got hard and came twice more during the night. He also used my mouth for a urinal again shortly before leaving. He did stop to write "CAPTAIN OLYMPIC BLOWJOB TEAM" on my chest, in indelible magic marker - I knew I'd be wearing that for a few days. Finally, I was one of the girls assigned to help carry their cases back to their cars. It was then that I suddenly saw... The road. My walk that first day had been _behind_ the mansion. Of course, here in front was a two - lane road... with a strip of asphalt leading right up to the Master's garage. It was _so_ simple... once I saw it. I had taken the required Drivers' Ed courses way back in grade school, but of course had never driven in actual traffic. I had never lived anywhere where public transport wasn't faster and cheaper than looking for one of the increasingly - rare urban parking lots. Out here, in the veritable middle of nowhere, a car was a logical luxury - a necessity, even... My mind was spinning - I had a way out!!! I also had to find a chance to use it... The Master was more than a bit unsteady on his feet walking back up the stairs to the foyer. They'd been toasting his successes all evening, and now he was pouring himself yet another congratulatory drink. He had at least one more while we girls cleaned up the dining room and went off to our quarters. Just in case, I lay in bed for several hours after giving Sheena her good - night blowjob. I couldn't sleep - not now, not when I was *so* close... At 3:30am I decided it was "Go" time; give me time to put my plan into action while it was dark enough to cover my escape. Of course, as soon as I swung out of bed, I remembered: I was naked, again, after stripping off for the shower. I quietly checked my closet and drawers: empty, apparently we were only issued clothing as the Master desired to see us parade around in it. Sheena's was all fantasy lingerie, too sheer to wear out in public even if it wasn't so big it would have fallen right off me. It occurred to me that being under arrest would still be infinitely preferable - when I saw the little matchbox on my dresser. It was, I realized, the costume the Master intended for me tomorrow. It was an electric pink bikini, if one was liberal enough with the definition. The thong bottom only just barely covered my little slit, and the top... The top was a bunch of very open, concentric strings connected by other strings like a *very* open fishnet. The very tip was solid material, forming triangles big enough to poke outside my areolas... _and_ there were little sleeves for my distended nipples; they would be _very_ obvious sticking out, but at least covered. The whole alleged bikini was so small I realized there was a _second_ one in the same matchbox, only black - but the material for the "solid" parts were missing the sleeves; they would leave my distended nipples bare. The total effect of the bikini was a lot sluttier than most lingerie... but it also was the only opaque clothing available to me. I could argue, in a pinch, that I wasn't actually violating the public nudity laws. "What are you doing??" Sheena was sitting up, looking at me. I explained in outline what I was up to, why I thought it could work... why I wanted her to come with me. She was doubtful - she had the same problems of covering herself, and even had twice as many boobs to conceal. She finally found a rather tight leotard, with a leather micro skirt over it. I thought I could hear our hearts beating as we slipped out the back door. All was dark, quiet... even the pool was silent. I wasted a second wondering if that poor mermaid dreamed... or _what_ she dreamed... Once in the guard building the Optidyne's screen gave us all the light I needed. Our Master's home was concealed on the Naval Reservation on New Fernandina. It should just be a straight shot up the highway to New Jacksonville. I knew a doctor there; I'd grown up with Irene Taylor. She was one of the most respected psychotherapists in the industry - and she'd been a key voice in the laws allowing contractual submissives to challenge overly bizarre modifications done to them by wealthy, perverted, jaded Doms... The software in the machine was almost as old as I am, but there is always a direct and simple pattern with computer logic. Less than ten minutes after plugging it in came the confirmation that I had an emergency appointment with the good doctor. Now to get there... we walked as carefully and quietly as possible. There's no underbrush in these artificial islands, no dry twigs and leaves to snap and rustle. Our stilettos made a steady insistent clicking - but the way the Master had warped our heels, we _needed_ them, just to walk. We had pulled the garage door open as quietly as possible - and the light blazed on. I looked around in a panic as Pussy stepped into the garage. "Hello?" She asked. "Who is -" We were in a dire, panic situation. I grabbed the first thing I could find - an axe - and swung the handle as hard as I could. It hit Pussy just above one eye and she collapsed as I lurched over her, my boobs swinging so wildly I was afraid I'd burst my top, to turn the goddamned lights off!! I dragged Pussy over to a cart full of auto supplies. I was desperate to get out, but was glad she was still breathing... but she _was_ still breathing... I spent several long minutes looking for some wire before I recognized the logical solution. The wads of duct tape I used to bind Pussy in the corner was an ungodly mess - but as long as it would hold for a few hours... I reached the car when I realized Sheena wasn't there. "I - I can't go." In all the hubbub she had split her top. Bad enough for me to be out as a blonde bimbo, but Sheena just couldn't go out into the city to be seen as a freak, her four huge jugs revealed. I promised I'd get help back as soon as I could blow the whistle, and she assured me she could get back to our quarters quietly... I had to go. I kissed her good - bye, and again, and slipped into the car. It had been some years, but I knew there should be pedals - of course. As short as I am, I had to pull the seat forward to reach them. A few frantic moments groping and I found the lever, worked the seat up... Okay, my feet reached the pedals now. I would, however, have to turn the steering wheel, which would be a problem with the beach balls swinging from my chest. I almost hit the gate on the way out, and spent the first few miles weaving from one lane to the next, desperately trying to stabilize the wheel with one hand while pulling one tit out with the other hand _while_ pulling the other tit out with... I never would have gotten away if that hadn't been a barely used back road. Steering is tricky work on its own, but when your boobs keep getting caught up in the wheel... when I got to the main highway, even after learning to control it, it took almost a whole minute to turn the wheel enough to get on the highway. Lucky there was almost no traffic that time of morning. I managed to keep it steady for a good ten miles. Unfortunately, when I hit the railing hard enough to kill the engine I wasn't even one - quarter of the way... I got out, unsteadily but unhurt, wondering how to get up to New Jacksonville. For a blonde with a bust line bigger than her height and a bikini that's only barely there, getting a ride turned out to be ridiculously easy. The very first bus that came along stopped in a sudden skid. Of course it was a bus full of boys heading for Spring Break, and of course they were all fascinated with me - they found it impossible to keep their hands off me, off my giant tits, off my long bouncy nipples... my OLYMPIC BLOWJOB TEAM caption on my chest... And, as I found out on the drive into New Jax, the Master's programming was still in effect. Even though I had to be out of his broadcast range to still be heading on my own way, the 'programming' had already been downloaded. If anyone wanted sex from me, I would be unable to refuse. I lost count of the blowjobs I gave them as the driver, Stan, negotiated the already - crowded streets here. We finally reached my destination, and I stepped out and blew them a kiss, wishing them the very best of everything. Quite a bit of traffic screeched to a halt as I strutted up the sidewalk, but I only heard three actual crashes. I could feel the eyes on my as I walked through the lobby, "dressed" only in the most liberal conceivable sense of the word. I had to stop briefly at the security station, where the guards on duty triple - verified my story... while they stood there for a good eyeful. When they did finally okay me to enter, I turned for the elevators and my swinging jugs swept two stacks of visitor's pamphlets onto the floor... Finally I was able to get to the elevators. I was heading up when the other man in the car stopped it between the 2nd and 3rd floors, turned to me and said, "Okay, Hon... how _about_ a blowjob?" All I could do was get back on my knees and service him... and the man who stopped between the 3rd and 4th floor... and the three men who got on at the 6th floor... Irene's office was on the 137th floor. I was oddly grateful to the Master - no, to Victor Morrack, for engineering my knees to take the punishment. I was late enough, though, I was seriously worried they'd close before I could get up there. In fact, the secretary was just picking up her purse when I came rushing in. She took one look at me and said "I'm sorry, but there's no bachelor party here to call out for a whore." "No - no, you don't - see, I have an appointment today -" "Well! Not doubting you might _need_ to see a specialist, we're already closed for -" She was interrupted by the buzz from her desk phone. "Yes? Oh, Doctor - yes, of course." She set the phone down and pointed to the door in the left corner. "Go right in, the Doctor will see you tonight." _Finally_!!!!!!! I was starting to see the end of this nightmare - thank you Irene Taylor for going into... I stopped short barely one step into the office. The man sitting there tried (and failed) to burst out laughing when he saw me. "Oh yes, please - come in, 'Bambi.' " Neal Brown was also someone I remembered from high school. Not as bright as he thought he was, he and I had words on too many occasions to remember. "Enemies" was too strong a word, but we certainly had always been antagonistic towards each other. Which was why the smirk on his face was so very unpleasant; I knew he was enjoying this _way_ more than any professional should. He sat back, still grinning. "Let's see... from your e - mail, I'm guessing you're having some sort of... delusions of masculinity?" I waited for him to stop laughing. "No, look - I've been _violated_, changed against my will. I want this reversed!" "So, you went and bound yourself over to a B/D enthusiast, and now you want a psychological pass to break the contract?" _Contract_?????? "Look, Neal, I don't know -" "You may call me 'Dr. Brown,' Bambi - or just leave now. Whatever." He went back to scrolling through the monitor turned away from me. Damn it, he was just _loving_ seeing me reduced to this... and he was my one and only hope. "Ummm - I'm sorry, Dr. Brown, but there was no contract - this was done without my permission, without my knowledge." "Yes, there is." Neal swung the monitor around for me to see the copy - dated just over three months ago, notarized and perfectly legal... I had signed over all my civil, legal and personal rights to one Victor Morrack - at least, according to the world's officially recognized database... "Neal - Dr. Brown, that was a _forgery_! I never _ever_ would have -" Neal pushed another button, and I saw my face - my old face - light up the monitor. "I, Edward Prendick being of sound mind and body do hereby renounce all control of my life, fate and fortune and do give Professor Victor Morrack absolute, final and complete authority to order any non - lethal surgery, alteration or any other -" "It's a _fake_!!!" I jumped up and stabbed at the STOP button, and my swinging boobs knocked the monitor back face - up. "Look, Edwina - sorry, 'Bambi,' but this just isn't going to fly. That recording was made _in the Notary's office_. It has the authorization and time - stamp... it's official. The only way you can do anything is to show some _serious_ physical or psychological harm done by this Morrack." "Okay - Okay, look. He implanted these nanotube processors in my brain, to make me go down on..." Neal was laughing out loud. Again. "Oh come _on_, Bambi!! No court anywhere in the world will buy that crap about 'robot implants.' It's all well and good for the B & D sitcoms on TV, but here in the real world that technology is simply not advanced enough!" "But it is - I have the _proof_ right here in my skull! I have these -" The door opened just then, and Irene stepped in. A tall strawberry blonde, she looked at me half - unbelieving, half - amused. Looking over to Neal, "So, is this our escaped sex slave? I was wondering if she was going to show." "She got... _involved_ on the way up. Here..." Neal pushed a button and an image came on - I almost didn't recognize it from the angle... but it was me, in the elevator, going down on someone - then another - and another... "Note how the penis addict struggles to get the whole shaft into her mouth," Neal was providing some less - than - welcome color commentary. "As soon as she's finished with one man she's desperately struggling to get another dick in her..." Neal had only edited together two - second segments of everyone I sucked coming up... at the end of the first minute Irene said "Okaaaay that's enough. Night Neal, have fun. Night, Bambi. Enjoy your... life." "Irene, wait!!" I tried to jump up behind her, but the soft chair and my heavy rack just made it look like I was flapping my boobs at her. "Look at me, what's happened -" "What's happened is that you wanted to sign up for your big sexual adventure and then bail when the reality didn't match whatever fantasy you had of being some ornamental slave girl. Well, _Bambi_, the reality is that you don't get to decide these things anymore." I stared at the door where she left, until I heard Neal say "So, Bambi, it's been, heh... Look, I gotta go myself, the office is closed... Hey, wait a minute!" I turned to look at the surprise in his voice. "Now that I'm off the clock, it wouldn't be any sort of ethics violation if you suck my dick, Bambi." Oh great, just great... "One thing, though," Neal continued. "I want you to beg to give me a blowjob." Thankful that at least Morrack hadn't implanted any such compulsion. "Drop dead, Neal. I'm never going to -" "Hey, look, Edwina - there *is* some pertinent, relevant advice I can give you..." I looked up, expectantly. "Beg for it." Oh hell. Well, it wasn't as if begging to suck his dick was anything like the most humiliating thing I'd done this week... though it was certainly up in the Top Ten. I kneeled before Neal. "Oh please, _please_ let me suck on your big wonderful manly dick!! I just _love_ to feel it coming in through my lips and I _need_ your hot throbbing manhood pulsing in my mouth..." He had me go on for a bit before unzipping his pants and letting his erection out. I tried to take some little comfort in the fact that he _was_ smaller than me - than I _was_ - "Oh Bambi, suck on it niiiiice and slooooowww." I couldn't help but use the cocksucking training I'd been given to play with his dick in my mouth, going fast enough to keep him up but slow enough to excite him any further. It was dark outside, over an hour and a quarter later when Neal finally came in my mouth. He certainly enjoyed seeing me swallow his cum. "Okay, Bambi - the office _is_ closed now. Let's go." "But N - Dr. Brown, you said you had some useful advice!!" We were heading out across the darkened reception room now. We stepped out into the corridor and he turned and locked the door. "Oh yes, Bambi. This may or may not be the answer you were looking for, but there _is_ one thing you should know." "What's that?" "That bikini makes you look _really_ slutty." I just stood there for several long minutes after he'd left. So my one last chance... I couldn't even go back home. I had no money, nothing but this barely - even - there bikini. I couldn't even get a job - with that forged document, any money I could even earn would go straight to the Master. Straight to... they'd have called up the records in time for my _scheduled_ appointment in the morning. They'd have to have everything prepared and loaded on the Internet well before my 9:30 appointment - even if - Hell, even _if_ Sheena had ran straight to the Master as soon as I left - that wasn't a problem for me right now. I couldn't make any money, do _anything_ with my current legal identity and status. If I could only have ten minutes in a public cyber - cafe... but no money, to get the new identity I would need to earn any money... I knew I'd have to leave the building soon... if I only had twenty lousy dollars... and the very next man who saw me would want me to suck his dick... That late, I was only stopped eight times going down. I left the building with over two hundred dollars. *** I pulled on the little sash and my g - string fell away. I was now wearing only earrings, stiletto heels and a smear of makeup. It was a nice apartment; the mayoral candidate I was doing the table - dance for was paying a lot extra for discretion. Discretion was the very watchword of the highly - prized but elusive exotic dancer Consuella Casabas. I swung one leg down from the table, gently brushing his knee and saw his package bulk up that little bit more... It was a perfect plan; I kept thinking about it as I waved my pussy in his sweating, eager face. I'd invented a lady from Paraguay up in the States on a student visa. Passing - even for a blue - eyed blonde like me - was no problem; guys _wanted_ to believe us. Also, thanks to the Master's one brilliant experiment, the invading networks in my skull allowed me to speak perfe