Genetic Influences Part I
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Slave to Genetics
By Bloodhand
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction, all characters are inventions of the authors
own mind and if you think this plot is real, go check into a psych
place.
This work is not aimed at people under the age of 18, and they
probably shouldn't be reading it. If you want to share this, please let
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I make no apology for my artistic interpretation of biology here, it
isn't a real science anyway :P
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Introduction
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The dawn of the 24th century, technology had advanced to the point that
humans could be tailored for the jobs they did before birth, rich people
would have their kids engineered to be successful, the poor couldn't buy
as much, but they were still forced to be engineered.
A class system quickly developed and children's intellect and beauty
soon decided their class for the rest of their lives. The class-A
citizens were born beautiful, intelligent and aged more slowly than the
lower classes. They were guaranteed positions on the boards of major
corporations or governmental jobs from birth.
By contrast, a class-F citizen was born ugly and unintelligent, they had
no prospects in life, and no rights. They were slaves in all but name,
registered to a supervisor at birth, they never got to choose anything.
Their supervisor, a member of a higher class, could order them to do
anything, and punish them however they saw fit without repercussions,
even killing the Class-F citizen if they so desired.
Everything was nicely defined, people knew where they stood, then
genetic re-engineering became viable. All of a sudden a class-A citizen
could be re-assigned to become class-F, people in the lower classes
gained hope, as they could be promoted, though it was rare, and class-F
citizens were almost never promoted.
With the invention of devices that allowed peoples brains to be
reprogrammed, a new, even lower class developed. Class-G citizens had
all earned their class as a form of punishment. A class-G citizen was
often beautiful, though it was an inhuman beauty, though they were also
often modified to better perform certain unsavoury jobs. All class-G
citizens had unusual colouration on large parts of their body, often
their skin would bear stripes though it could be one solid, yet
unnatural colour.
Chapter 1 - Design ----
It was my first day at my new job in charge of R&D at Biochange Inc.
Head of R&D was a cushy job, outlining plans for genetic designs for my
subordinates to manufacture and then add to our line up.
We did everything from custom built genetic upgrades for people being
promoted to class-A down to mass produced class-G downgrades with barely
any genetic variation between them.
I'd decided to work on a new line of class-G citizens, entirely female
and designed for sexual use. I was taking my inspiration from an obscure
300 year old game called Dungeons and Dragons. The idea of "drow" had
really caught my attention.
I decided to set the genetic parameters to give them a height ranging
between 150 and 162cm, curvy figures, eyes that ranged between purple
and red, pointed ears ranging between 12 and 15cm in length with the
obsidian skin colour and pure white hair displayed by the drow in the
ancient game.
I wasn't sure what colour to make the lips, so booted up my other
computer and began to experiment with colour schemes, before eventually
deciding to make a drow's lips, nipples and the inside of their vaginal
cavities hot pink.
I also coded so that they wouldn't be able to grow hair anywhere except
on the top of their heads, their eyebrows and eyelashes, all the better
for pleasure.
I then began to design their more "special" features. I started by
making their saliva and vaginal secretions taste like chocolate and have
an effect on human males similar to that of Viagra. I increased their
sexual sensitivity greatly and made them infertile, completely removing
any menstrual cycle.
I then added an increased the relative sensitivity of a few erogenous
zones, making their long ears as sensitive as their nipples, I set their
feet so that they were sensitive enough that walking would get the drow
aroused, yet foot play would never bring them to orgasm and ramped up
the lips to the point where kissing, or even eating would be able to get
them off.
I then increased the size and efficiency of the cerebellum, increasing
the co-ordination and grace that the women would possess. Watching drow
walk would be simply magical.
I wanted the drow to be creative and intelligent lovers, capable of
holding conversation and making any man feel special, so I figured an IQ
of around 130, putting them on par with class-C citizens was sensible.
These girls would make even the worst lover feel like a god in the
bedroom by helping him go all night and orgasming regularly. Now it was
time to note down standard brain programming for these girls, the basic
stuff that would be included when you purchased one.
I figured that the obvious inclusions of an inability to disobey their
supervisor and an urge to bow whenever said supervisor entered to room
where definitely going in, though I made it so that the drow would touch
her forehead to the floor whilst getting down on her knees.
Also included would be bisexuality, along with a touch of hedonism.
These girls would do anything, or anyone if they thought it would get
them off.
I then figured, that with the short stature of drow, I could get away
with making them uncomfortable having their head above any males, though
they would be physically able to do so.
Of course, just like any other class-G citizens, the recipients of a
drow downgrade would be able to be brought in for additional mental
programming if their supervisor decided.
After lunch, I went down to the resequencing chambers to receive a
patient I'd helped make the sale for before I got my promotion. I'd
spent hours designing the tall, muscular and very handsome man I was
about to meet.
Jack was indeed my height of 6'2" as he emerged from the tank, his frame
was slightly more muscled though. His blonde hair was in need of a comb
and his large penis was semi-erect, though it was quickly helped to full
erection by the sight of a bright red woman with enormous breasts being
helped from the chamber opposite.
I handed him a bathrobe and showed him to a mirror. "Well Mr. Robinson,
what do you think?"
"Physically, everything seems to be in order and my thoughts are
definitely clearer than before the re-engineering, though I assume you
have some form of testing?"
"Indeed, we do, if you'll follow me, we can have you sit an IQ test."
We quickly entered a private meeting room and I began explaining the
test to him.
Our conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. I quickly stood
and answered it, only to find two policemen standing there with the CEO
of Biochange Inc.
"Mr. Roland Garfunkel, you are under arrest on charges of embezzlement
and fraud. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and
will be used against you in court."
I just looked at them confused, then I burst out laughing. "This is a
joke right?"
"I'm afraid not sir, we have here a valid warrant for your arrest,
you're coming with us."
What could I do? I figured I could go with the police and easily beat
the fraud charges, after all, I was innocent.
Chapter 2 - Trial ----
Justice works quickly in the 24th century and after a single night in a
luxurious class-A prison cell, complete with a busty, blue skinned slave
girl to attend to my needs, I was escorted to the court room to find out
my fate.
Court rooms really hadn't changed at all in centuries, the only
difference to what you would have gotten 5 or 600 years prior was the
holo-projector in the middle of the room, for when there was recorded
evidence of crimes being committed.
That holo-projector wasn't going to be used today though, electronic
records would be used, and they would be conclusive.
The evidence was presented and it quickly became clear that somebody had
been using my company ID to transfer money to an anonymous Swiss bank
account before my most recent promotion, I had to prove that I hadn't
used my account. There was no way I could succeed but I had to try.
"Your honour, the evidence against me seems very compelling, but it
appears that I have been framed. I do not know who would do such a thing
but many have motive for stealing the money. In a large company such as
Biochange Incorporated, many people have opportunity to commit such a
crime but I swear that is wasn't me."
Not long after I gave my hopefully compelling speech, the jury returned
their verdict and my world came crashing down around me. The word
"guilty" echoed around the inside of my skull. I was going to have to
pay back the company and I knew how I would do it.
The judge spoke and my sentence was read out. "Roland Alexander
Garfunkel, you are hereby sentenced to demotion to Class-G citizenship,
your properties and supervisory rights will be given to Biochange
Incorporated, who will also be given responsibility for your genetic re-
engineering."
My trial had taken less than half and hour, and it would take less than
five minutes for my new status to be officially on record.
Because the crime with which I had been found guilty was against a
company owned by Class-A citizens, only a Class-A citizen would have the
right of appeal against the sentence, and I was no longer a Class-A
citizen. There would be no appeal for me.
I didn't even get the feeling of being walked out of the courtroom,
instead, I was shot with a sleeping agent and I slumped over my chair.
Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis ----
I awoke nude, strapped into a chair, wires obscuring my vision. I
instantly knew where I was and began to struggle. I had to get out of
this chair before they reprogrammed my brain.
Even as I started struggling, I heard a deep, compelling voice speak,
"Sit still."
Without even thinking about it, I obeyed, dropping my head demurely and
saying, "Yes master."
My unthinking response told me that I must already have been
reprogrammed. My new supervisor however, refused to reveal his face, but
rather ordered me not to face him and instead wait until I was
disconnected from the reprogramming computer then follow the
technicians' instructions.
I was quickly disconnected and lead to a resequencing chamber, though I
found myself walking hunched over, trying to reduce my height as much as
possible, in contrast to my previous proud walk.
I entered the chamber and laid down on the bed as instructed. I was soon
given a shot and the technician exited the chamber, sealing the door
behind him and turning on the pumps to change the atmosphere to one that
would work with my upcoming conversion.
A drip automatically connected itself to my arm, providing the nutrients
I would need for my change, which take place over the next twelve to
twenty hours, depending on how drastic the changes were.
The first sign of my change that I noticed was my skin darkening. Within
an hour of entering the chamber, patches of my skin were significantly
darker than they had been originally.
Not long after that, I noticed that my eyes were level with a different
horizontal stripe on the wall, the one an inch lower than my original
eye line, I was shrinking, though looking down, my best friend appeared
to be shrinking faster than the rest of me. I quickly concluded that
whatever I was being changed into would have no need for that particular
piece of anatomy, presumably I was going to work a mine or something.
I was getting quite fatigued from the physical stress of my
transformation so I decided I'd try and sleep the rest of my change off.
It took a while to fall asleep but I eventually did.
The last thing I expected was to was up to find that my upper body
seemed disproportionately heavy. The lights in the room made it quite
easy to see what about me had changed.
The most noticeable thing, or things really, were the large looking
breasts on my chest, though my obsidian black skin was also quite
striking. Rising to look at the mirror in the chamber, a feature only
found in Class-G chambers, I knew exactly what I'd become. I was clearly
the first of the drow.
I suppose it's fitting that I was a creature of my own design, and I was
quite a good specimen of my master work. I appeared to be quite tall for
a drow, probably 5'2" or 5'3" with quite large mammaries and violet
eyes.
I noticed that my movements seemed sure and sturdy, despite my new
centre of gravity, I assumed that this was related to my enlarged
cerebellum. I also felt an amazing heat in my damp groin.
I was startled as the door to my chamber opened and a technician walked
in, ordered me to sit down and quickly removed my drip, the skin quickly
healing as I was still under the effects of the resequencing drugs,
there would soon be no trace of the wound at all.
I was lead out of the chamber and found myself face to chest with Jack
Robinson. I instinctively bowed before his awesome might, bending my
knees just enough that I could touch my head to the floor, whilst doing
most of my bending at the hip.
I felt a hand on my arse and a finger slipping into my new, delicate
folds. That voice, the one that held all the authority in the world and
could only belong to my master, Jack, told me to rise and I looked up to
see Him putting a finger into His mouth.
"You got that chocolate taste perfect."
Great, He was taste testing me in front of my former subordinates, and
it made me even hornier. He reached out and grabbed my head, pulling me
in for a kiss. As He kissed me, He stroked my elongated ears with his
thumbs, the sensory overload from my modified form causing me to shudder
through the best orgasm of my life, as I felt his large penis against my
stomach, the tip almost reaching my breasts.
My humiliation was total, but I was lost in the enduring pleasure of His
kiss, never wanting it to end, the humiliation just adding to my
enjoyment of the situation.
Eventually, He broke the kiss, leaving me gasping for more as I wrapped
myself around His body, almost worshipping Him.
My master lowered me to the floor, and leading me by the hand, took me
to the exact same meeting room that I'd once attempted to test Him in.
Hanging on a rack were two white dresses, if you could call the second
slip of fabric a dress.
Jack turned to me and said, your measurements should be 30DD-22-30 and
you're 160cm tall if you've been wondering. That means that both of
these dresses should fit you perfectly. I'm going to be gracious and let
you choose which dress you want to wear, I won't however, be providing
underwear for you.
The still male part of my mind wasn't quite comfortable with everybody
perving on me everywhere I went, so I decided to go with the classy,
high necked formal gown. My master provided me with a pair of heels so I
wouldn't keep stepping on the ends of the long skirt.
It took less than 30 seconds for me to start to feel uncomfortable
though, So I respectfully bowed before my master before asking for
permission to speak. He made a show of considering denying me, and every
second made the discomfort worse.
Finally He nodded his head, and I asked, "Master, this dress is
uncomfortable, is it okay if I wear the other one instead?
His reply caught me by surprise, "what you are experiencing is another
part of the mental programming that I chose for you. I thought you might
not really want to display that beautiful body for me, so I had you
programmed to feel discomfort when you are wearing clothing that covers
the tops of your breasts or doesn't end above your knees.
"The longer you leave the clothes on, the more discomfort you'll feel, I
could even make you wear modest clothes as a punishment if I wanted. I'm
sure after 10 minutes in a nuns habit, you'd never displease me the same
way again.
"Now get changed, but leave the heels on, they should raise you up so
you'll want to duck your head to stay lower than some of the men we'll
see on our trip out of here."
Chapter 4 - Arrival ----
I found the way the seatbelt in my masters aircar sat between my breasts
more than slightly uncomfortable, and walking was even worse. My breasts
were firm, but they still bounced significantly with every step.
Walking also had another problem, the sensitivity in my feat left me
very aroused, and as soon as I tried rubbing my ears, my master banned
me from masturbating without first getting his permission.
This meant that I spent much of the ride back to His mansion, squirming
in my seat, needing to get off. He didn't help be occasionally reaching
over to stroke my ear or tweak one of my nipples.
My Master pulled into his driveway and my jaw dropped. "Master, may I
ask you a question?" At His nod, I continued, "Is there anything of mine
you didn't buy?"
"No, you see, I wanted to humiliate you. I picked you at random a while
ago. I was a Class-C citizen who worked in computing. I was a very
skilled hacker. I wanted money and prestige though, the easiest way to
do that was to find a young Class-A citizen and ruin them.
"But I didn't want to just ruin them, I wanted to take their job and
gloat. Your job only required creativity, the heavy lifting and
specialist knowledge all came from your underlings. My underlings now.
"I stole money from your company, then framed you. I organised it so
that I would have just reached Class-A when you got caught, I then
changed the records so that I'd get your job.
"I purchased you and all your property for a little less and what the
law says you stole. Biochange were happy to do a deal.
"Of course, you aren't allowed to tell anybody what I did, I just want
you to know that it was pure chance that I picked your life to ruin."
I was fuming as my master lead me through a front door that had once
been mine. By this stage I was unsurprised to see a 5'8" woman with
crimson skin and breasts that made mine look small standing there. 4
inches of her height came from the spiked bones protruding from the
bottoms of her heels, giving her inbuilt stiletto shoes.
Her tail, an erogenous zone, was swishing down near her ankles whilst
her pitch black hair went down to the small of her back. She also had
two horns poking out of the top of her head.
Eve had been my bed warmer for the past two years, and the sight of her
would probably have left new new slit dripping if it hadn't been
already.
"As I'm sure you already know, this is Eve. You are hers to command when
I'm not present. Every day, you'll do the cleaning then you'll serve Eve
however she wants you to. I'm sure that with her physiology, you'll be
getting plenty of sex."
Great, I had been demoted, from master of the house, to the sex slaves
sex slave. The worst bit was, that with my re-engineered body, even that
thought was enough to make me even hornier than I already was.
Chapter 5 - Dinner ----
I was reclining on my Masters dinner table, with my head on a pillow,
but the rest of my naked body touching the cold marble directly. A pool
of my vaginal juices sat between my slightly spread legs and my Masters
personal chef was carefully arranging food items on or around my body.
It appeared that I was going to be a sushi plate for the evening, I had
a cold prawn around each nipple, a salmon ngiri on each of my ribs, and
the chef was carefully placing a strawberry in my warm, wet slit,
obviously having decided that it would complement my own chocolate
flavour.
I sincerely hoped that my Master intended to have more than just that
for dessert, perhaps some of my juices by themselves?
He walked through the door as the chef placed just a small amount of
whipped cream around my slit, presumably framing it. The Chef turned and
said, "Dinner is served, sir."
My Master ate His meal in silence, though I couldn't help moaning as He
brushed His hands across my sensitive breasts or stroked my ears. I
finally orgasmed as He removed the strawberry from my inner folds.
As I suffered through that excruciatingly awesome orgasm, I realised
that even if I did find some way of getting back to my old life, I
didn't really want to. The pleasure that this body gave me was just too
much. My Master was my life, and would be until one of us died. For now,
I'd live to please Him.
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