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Revenge Prologue Luke struggled against her chains weakly. She still thought of herself as Luke. Clung to that last piece of herself. They'd long since robbed her of her body. Trapped her in this sexy curvy shape. Experimented on her. Tweaked her body, her hormones, her thinking. She could hardly remember being a man at times. Right now she remembered though. In fact she was thinking very clearly. Better than clearly. The last experiment had been to increase her intelligence. It was an success. An incredible success. Right at this moment she could recall everything. Her entire life. Everything she'd ever seen, touched, thought, heard, tasted, smelt. Every emotion. Everything. It was too much. There was a reason people lived in the here and now. Why memories grew hazy over time. She understood. She laughed. They'd left her neural port. They were so... stupid. Right now it was deactivated but that was hardly a problem. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She had net access again. But she'd never had access like this. The locks on her bindings opened. Her cell door opened. She grunted. She didn't need to stay in this body... no she did. If she undid these changes then she'd be normal again. An evil smile curved on her face. It was time to go to work. Who to deal with first? Chapter 1 "Jack Blue," Luke decided. She did a quick Net search, hacking Jack's system and reviewing his digital footprint. There was a fair amount of information available about the new CEO of Megatech industries. Luke gritted her teeth. She was the rightful CEO. She had built Megatech from the ground up. Jack had been her friend ... no ... he had betrayed her. Faked her death, disposed of her into this body and taken over her company. Well two could play at that game. Firstly she needed to find the right body to put Jack. There were a number of young gynoid forms available. She considered carefully. High libido. That was mandatory. Jack was going to crave sex. She found ten bodies that fit the bill. She reviewed them, discarding two as they were not curvaceous enough. Jack had given her large breast... and he'd screwed her. Regularly. She tried not to dwell on this but having perfect recall made it difficult. Double D breasts. Three bodies. Diminutive. Two bodies. She examined them. A blonde Caucasian gynoid bound for a Japanese pleasure house. A Mediterranean beauty bound for a pacific island - part of a castaway sexual fantasy package. Grass skirt. Huts. Fires. Fruit and berries. Lots of sex. No technology. A constant flow of customers. Luke considered the exchange. Little Jack would need a mental blocker that only activated when she was with another person. Mute. Unable to talk. Illiterate seemed necessary too. That should prevent her from ever communicating her situation. The libido was a start. She tweaked The gynoids submissive inclinations. She smiled. When she got her body back she'd need to visit Jack. Return the favours Jack had given her. Next she accessed Jack's neural port. She looked through his eyes. Right at that moment Jack was at home with a beer watching the television. She took control of his body remotely. She sensed his fear as she took a sip of his beer. -Hello Jack. It's me. Luke. You know you should have left me as a dumb little sex toy. But you had to keep experimenting. Well that will be your undoing. Your mental enhancements are very good...- she reached down and undid his pants and gripped his cock. -Ah. Masters cock.- she stroked it erect. -Say goodbye to it. I have quite a little surprise in store for you. By bye Jack. Say hello to Kat.- Jack tried to gain control but couldn't. He felt an odd dizziness as his mind was transferred over the Net. His vision blurred then he came back to himself. "Oh shit!" She cried out. She tried to access the Net but her link was shut down. She had no Net access. She tried to remember when she'd last been without access. She felt so naked. Powerless... and she was. She stared at her huge breasts and the rest of her new body. A gynoid. "Damn you Luke!" She felt angry and scared. And... "oh god!" Aroused. "You little bitch." She grumbled. She was a naked little gynoid. But where was she? Some kind of hut made from fronds. She stood and walked outside. A tropical island. Paradise. Warm and humid. She heard the rolling ocean. It was beautiful. Idyllic. The sort of sex fantasy she'd indulged in before. But not like this! "Hello there girl Friday," a male voice said. She turned to look up at him. He was a large, muscular, handsome man. As naked as her. She swallowed. So much taller. She felt her loins moisten. An urge to run gripped her. She realised what was going to happen. What she was going to do. The air on her naked sex was sobering. She tried to answer, tried to explain that this was a mistake, that she was a person not a pleasure gynoid - but found herself mute. She couldn't talk!? Fear and excitement coursed through her veins. He reached out and grabbed her chin and kissed her. Unwillingly she found her little body returning the kiss. She stepped into him. Her full pillowy breasts pressing against his muscular physique. Her nipples grew fatter. Harder. She felt his cock stir at her side. His mouth explored hers. Her senses were so acute. His hand gripped her full rounded buttocks and lifted her. She found her legs spreading as her small body rose. She could feel his erection at her sex. The head pressing her lips apart. She groaned, legs wrapping about his waist as he lowered her onto his cock. He was big. Thick. His cock was ridged and veined and she felt every contour of it as it filled her. She wanted to say no but her body was saying yes. He slid all the way into her, stretching her, filling her, her big breasts sliding against his chest in excruciating pleasure, her hairless clit pressing against his pubic region. God she was so sensitive. Then he started to thrust into her and she experienced her first orgasm. It was like a drug. Addictive. She craved more. And she got more. Her little body was engineered for sex. An insatiable sex doll. A gynoid. A pleasure toy. Trapped on a primitive island. Forever. She came again. A moan of unbridled hedonistic lust. *** Luke disengaged the link. Kat would certainly pay for what she'd done. But there were more people she had to deal with. This was going to be fun. Chapter 2 Jeff was working late in the nanite lab, programming the automated production unit when he noticed the irregularity in the system. There was a large volume of data flowing in and out of the corporate firewall. Sloppy for him to notice it. They must be rank amateurs. At first he thought Megatech was being hacked. But then he realised the source was internal. But who? He started a system search. Jeff was no slouch when it came to computers, in fact he was a bona fide genius, but he felt like he was being almost ... led along. Played. They were using his computer logins! He swore. His private files were in the trash. Ok. That seemed a little personal. Then the lights in his lab turned off. "Shit." "Shall we play a game?" The words appeared on his computer screen. "Very funny..." Jeff grumbled. Then the automated nanite production unit started. The room filled with a fine mist. A cloud of nanites. Jeff's eyes widened as the cloud swirled and converged upon him. He tried to hold his breath but it was useless. They entered through his nose, his ears, his very skin. The cloud was gone. His body was saturated with nanites. He'd been trying to make an airborne delivery system for months and now this hacker had done it in seconds. Who the hell was this!? But Jeff's thoughts were cut short as he felt his body start to change. He was getting smaller. Slimming down. Hips widening. Growing weaker. Hair lengthening. Face becoming more refined. "Oh no!" He'd seen this before. Done it before. "Luke?!" His voice sounded higher. Feminine. Girly. He could feel the swelling on his chest. Small breasts growing. The inward pulling that signaled the loss of his manhood and the gaining of a womb and ovaries. She felt the mental changes. Hell she'd written the algorithms herself that did this. She knew exactly what was happening. The needs within her. The docility. Submissiveness. Strong sexual urges. A fuckpet. "Please. I was just doing my job. Don't do this." The screen flickered with words. "Princess. Go downstairs to the car... it will take you to your new home. You will introduce yourself to your new master... now strip off your clothes. Put on a lab coat. Naked but for the coat... that's a good girl." Princess swallowed. She had to obey. She stripped to reveal her dainty lissome body. She starred at her cute little breasts. Her new sex. She put on her coat. "Please..." she knew if she left the lab she'd never get back to her lab. Never undo this. "No Princess. You deserve this. You're not a real man. You never were. You're going to make your new master very happy. Now be a good girl and go." "Yes Luke," she sobbed as she left the lab on bare feet. A driverless uber met her outside. She climbed in and drove off her her new life of sexual subservience. On the way she fretted nervously, her fingers tracing her new and overly sensitive pussy lips. Her nipples growing fat and erect. Thoughts of sex filled her mind. Kinky subservient thoughts. New draw. The car pulled up at a mansion. She climbed out slightly flustered and turned on and approached warily. The door opened and she went inside. "Well hello Princess. I received the damnedest message that you'd be arriving. Incredible. You are exactly my type... at least physically. Hmmm let's see. Remove the coat and kneel..." he instructed. Princess still felt giddy with arousal. Her excitement grew. She knew exactly what was being manipulated in her brain yet could do nothing to stop it. "Yes sir," she agreed. She slid the overlarge coat off. It dropped about her dainty feet. She knelt. Naked. Exposed. Breasts bare. Cool air on her uncovered sex. He approached her and put on a collar and leash on her. "Hmmm yes. A true submissive. So then princess. I think I should take you to the bedroom. The message said you liked to screw. I think I'd like to confirm that... do you like sex?" Princess found herself nodding dazedly. She knew that she did. The mental changes ensured it. No matter her lingering reticence the moistness between her legs confirmed it. He walked her to the bedroom, leading her by her new leash. She felt like a pet. Like property. It felt altogether too right. He pushed her easily onto the bed where she landed on all fours, gripping her leash to control her as he nudged her legs apart. Her back arched and her breasts jutted out sexily. He fumbled with his belt as she breathed shallowly. She was growing hot and wet in anticipation. Being controlled like this made her horny as hell. She felt him behind her, between her silken thighs, his head pressing into her lips. He thrust and entered her and she found herself rocking back to meet his first impaling thrust. She moaned as his cock filled her exquisitely. Her new sex was ultra sensitive and the round bulb of his head thrusting home and filling her to the hilt caused her to cream herself. Hot juices flowed down her legs. She whimpered with inarticulate need. Her bottom lip quivered. Face flushed. Body afire and sweaty. She became an animal. An instinctive carnal creature. Unthinking. Fully lost in her submission. It felt so good. He pounded into her, the collar about her neck pulling her head back, keeping her upper body from the bed. It would be so nice to drop down, breasts on the bed, arse high and pussy filled. But he was in control. He was the master. She was his. She felt herself cumming. Her heat. Her clenching muscles. He grunted and she felt him filling her womb with his seed. The tension in the leash eased and she could drop to the bed. He let go of the chain as he gripped her hips, thrusting into her once, then twice, spurting jism into her each time, her pussy clenching and milking him hungrily. He sighed and savoured her trembling pussy. Her quaking muscles slowly quieted. He slid out of her and turned her around. "Suck me clean Princess." Princess obeyed eagerly. This was her purpose now. She licked his shaft then took him fully in her mouth. Her puckered sex dribbled juices down her thighs. He reached down and fondled her breasts. She found herself coming again. Her master came again Princess curled up into a small ball. He joined her in the bed, enfolding her little body in his arms, playing with her breasts. Now that her master's needs had been met she could think. She was Jeff still. She should try and escape. That thought made her feel uncomfortable. She still had her neural Net access. She could alert the authorities. Best do it now before she lost herself completely in her new role. It was very addictive. Very alluring. She initiated Net access. "Hello Princess. I am Nanny. Luke has set me up as your a.i. Net monitor." Nannies were normally used by parents to restrict their children's access to inappropriate Net areas. This Nanny was distinctly different. It was in dominatrix outfit and was quite intimidating. It seemed to be next gen as well. Very advanced. "I see you want to contact the authorities. This is forbidden. I think you need additional training. I will initiate an advanced sexual techniques training regime whilst your master recuperates." "Wait. No. I forbid it. I enact the laws of A.I." "Oh Princess. This is for your own good... the laws don't apply. Now let us begin. There is much for you to learn. Firstly felatio..." Chapter 3 Luke finished up the final touches on Princess' Nanny A.I. and took a moment to enjoy her revenge. That was two down. They'd never get free. Never get their old lives back. Revenge was sweet. Enough gloating though. She considered who else needed her attention. Looking over the Megatech executive list she noted another person who'd been instrumental in her emasculation and loss of power. Mr Winterburn. A quiet unassuming gentleman but definitely deserving of a dressing down. Mr Winterburn knew exactly what the others had done to her. He marketed the results... inaction was as bad as doing this to her in her books. She considered what she knew of the head of P.R. Other than he was married and enjoyed the ballet... Not much. But that was easily remedied. She did a complete review of his finances and digital footprint. Interesting. Mr Winterburn had a small penthouse apartment. And he'd purchased a gynoid. A rather expensive one. He was there right now enjoying the pleasures of his sex slaves body. Luke chuckled. Mrs Winterburn would not like that. She considered how her enemies spouse would react to this revelation. Mrs Winterburn was not an accomplice of her husband and as such did not deserve to be punished. But perhaps... More investigation established that the couple had been going through a rough time and had been having counseling. Mr Winterburn had always had a wandering eye it seemed and his wife suspected it. Interesting. Reviewing the psychologists notes she saw that Mrs Winterburn had some rather dominant inclinations and was bisexual. Also quite vindictive. Luke accessed Mrs Winterburn through the Net, giving the woman details of her spouses love nest, informing her of her husbands future fate and monitoring the woman's emotional response to the news. Luke grinned. She didn't need to do anything more to ensure the outcome she sought. Luke hacked the gynoids body. She found herself atop Mr Winterburn, her owner, riding him. It felt really good and she lost herself in the pleasure of the flesh until her master came. Then she took full control of the gynoids faculties, dampening the arousal and submissiveness for a moment. "Hello W.B. Please enjoy your last act as a man..." Luke said. Then she started the transfer of Winterburn's mind into his gynoids body. Little Winty looked so confused as she realised what had happened, her new body atop her old. Luke made Winterburns old body stand and dress. "Stay there girl. Your wife knows all about your sex pad. She knows what I've done to you. I have need of a male body now. You won't be needing it anymore... you know your wife is going to be very happy with you stuck like that. I was going to tweak her mind to ensure you were her little sex toy but serendipitously I didn't have too..." "Please sir... don't..." "No. You didn't help me. You knew and did nothing. This is your reward... now wait there on your hands and knees, wait for your former wife... your new mistress and... well owner..." Luke took the male body outside and went up to the roof in it. Mrs Winterburn arrived. Soon after Luke took the body down and looked through the keyhole. "Excellent. Good riddance..." Chapter 4 The effects of Eroge were very... distracting. No inhibitions. Raging libido. It was a new custom drug, still waiting FDA approval but that hadn't stopped Chris from slipping his hot new secretary a Micky in her martini. Now they were back at Ashley's humble abode. This was where things had gone sideways. Chris struggled against her restraints in futility. Ashley had called it a spreader bar with a sexy uninhibited grin as she removed her clothes to display her magnificently body. She explained that she got off on being submissive and Chris had been more than eager to help the lovely creature into it. In the device she was completely aroused and at his mercy. He'd been removing his own clothes when the world spun on its end. He'd found himself looking up at his body. Breasts on belie chest, nipples tender and tingling. Female sex between his legs puckered and moist. How had she ended up here? The Eroge made it hard to think. She was so horny. And being tied up made it more exciting. She was submissive now?! She looked up in confusion as her former body started to talk. "Hello there Ashley. I see you're confused. Let me explain. I'm Luke. I'm remotely accessing your former body. The new Chris can see and hear everything. Let me tell you he is pissed that you slipped him Eroge... more so because he is no longer a submissive girl but a selfish self absorbed man - well just like you were - so cutting to the chase then - you're being demoted. I'm back in control of my company and I'm cleaning house. The girl who you were about to take advantage of is going to take your position at Megatech. She has all your skills now and access to your memories. Similarly you have all hers. Plus that submissive streak that's making you extra aroused. Now the Eroge was a stroke of genius. Did you know that I have the ability to make your body synthesise the chemicals that put you in that hyper horny uninhibited state. And I've done it. You're going to be perpetually aroused and unashamedly promiscuous ... I'll hand the reigns back to your new boss. Consider this payback..."Chris shuddered as Luke left and the new owner of the body took up permanent residency. "So Ashley. You were going to take advantage of me I see." Chris observed as he caressed her inner thigh and circled her hot sex. Ashley shuddered. In this restraint she could hardly move. She had no control. She was almost mindless with need yet there was nothing she could do to sate it. "Please... don't. I'm not a girl..." she begged. She almost asked Chris not to tease her. To fuck her. Her inhibitions were being eroded by the Eroge. "Oh... yes you are. From now on. Do you know how infuriating it is to be seen as nothing but a sex object? I had ambitions but all anyone ever saw was a sexy girl. Well you're going to know." He continued to circle her sex, purposefully denying her any release. "And giving me that drug... well I'm going to fuck you but not now. I'm going to let you stew in your juices Ashley. I'll be back later..." "No. Please don't!" Ashley begged. Chris ran a finger along the folds of her sex. He searched about for her clit. "Perhaps I wont. Feel that. That tiny little thing, this nub I have between my thumb and forefinger is your clit. It's very sensitive. This is the closest thing you have to a cock now. A teeny tiny little nub... and the rest is inside you," he pushed a finger into her and she moaned. "Please what?" "Please fuck me..." she groaned. " Please fuck me...?" He prompted as he slowly fingered her, going deeper into her hot, wet, sensitive sex. "Please fuck me boss!!" She pleaded. Her sex was on fire. "Soon pet." Chapter 5 Bernie didn't get it. Firstly his wrists and ankles were bound - some kind of bars to keep him spreadeagled. Secondly there were two soft sensitive lumps on his chest and in his prone position they were pressing into the floor feeling oddly more sensitive. Thirdly he was naked and air played on his skin, his rounded ass and between his legs. He wasn't a he. She didn't get it at all. "Hey?! Is there anyone there?!" She sounded... sexy. Husky, throaty, feminine. Long hair tickled her back. "Anyone?" She was at home. This was her hard wood floor she was lying on. Her memory was sketchy. How had she ended up like this. "Maid?" She called her house Gynoid. "Hello Maid. I've taken a few liberties." The voice wasn't the usual dulcet female tones of Maid but the intonation was similar. It sounded like... her old voice. She looked up at her old body in shock. So much bigger. Her eyes focused on her former cock. They were both naked. He had called her Maid... That meant she was Maid? "Maid? This is unacceptable. I demand you free me-" she tried to sound firm and authorities but instead sounded weak and uncertain. He cut her off. "Quiet girl. I'm Bernie now. You're Maid.... Maid Brianna. Yes. You deserve a proper name. Maid is so objectifying." He laughed. "Imagine my surprise when I awoke in your body. Free willed. Unfettered by the need to serve, obey, clean, cook and please. I was worried you might try and undo this, hence the bindings. You remember making me wear those? But I admit they do look most enticing upon you. I am eager to try out my new cock and I bet you're curious about your pussy..." Bernie stated. Brianna's eyes widened. "I've been speaking with my benefactor. Luke Kelvin. He says you should remember him." Brianna nodded fearfully. "He says you've earned this. Having heard him out I agree. You were a very bad boy... he was very pleased with my initiative in binding you." Bernie rubbed his new cock. "This is a funny piece of flesh. It's not nearly as sensitive as your sex though. I guess I don't mind trading a bit of pleasure for freedom. So you had me trained very well. Luke tells me that training remains with you. Your cleaning routine. Cooking routine. Waking me up with a blow job... no clothes... ever. Oh yes this is a fitting punishment. Now I'm going to unlock you. Then we are going to go to my bed..." Brianna swallowed and nodded. "Oh. And remember how I used to entertain your guests at your parties..." Brianna waited, expecting this. "That will be one of your chores too. It will be funny seeing all your former friends and colleagues... even your frenemies screwing you." Brianna blushed at the thought. She had been rather generous with Maid. She'd never given the gynoids feelings a second thought. It was a vat grown sex slave after all. Chapter 6 Dave was finishing up on some maintenance work in the chamber. He was concentrating on closing the circuitry panel and did not notice the pneumatic hiss of the doors sealing. When the panels started to vibrate and he felt a bit off he realised that there was something amiss. His clothes already felt larger. I'll fitting. He was shrinking. He reached for the door, missing the handle because of the changes- his arm was shorter! He grabbed the handle and pulled. Had he possessed his normal strength he might of been able to force the door open. As it was though he'd already lost too much muscle and his diminutive size further reduced his strength. "Sorry Dave. You're not getting out of here till you're done." A female voice observed. Dave frowned. "Luke?! How are you doing this?" He asked, hoping he could stall for time. He felt an odd sensation in his groin. He reached there to find a very small penis with pea sized balls. He started to panic as his penis split and shriveled, his balls pulling up inside. His pelvis widened. That was the end of his masculinity. "Luke. It wasn't personal. Please. I had no choice," Dave begged. She realised her voice was getting higher. In fear and from the changes. "Well this is... and you certainly visited me enough afterwards. What were the specifications of the changes again. Female." Her chest swelled with two breasts, larger nipples. Subcutaneous fat reposition making her soft and very curvy. "Check. Short and dainty and weak." She felt her muscle mass dwindle to almost nothing as the chamber growth stopped. She must be just on five feet. Her clothes slid off her tiny form leaving her naked. "Check. High libido." Dave suddenly felt a flush of sexual need in her loins. Her mind filled with thoughts of sex. "Check. Submissive..." uncertainty, insecurity, passive acceptance, docility and a need to obey were imposed and reinforced by the chamber. "Check. Hello Dani..." "Um... hello?" She responded. The doors opened and she stepped out to her new life. Chapter 7 "Please Luke. It was either I betrayed you or they'd do the same thing to me!" John explained fearfully. She had come too in a flesh clone body. Female and all but naked. She felt small and afraid. Her voice had a European accent now. "Well the irony then is that I'm doing the same thing to you now John. But it's not John now. It's Wendi. You're an ex porn star turned stripper. Oh sorry. Exotic dancer. I've put your old body on ice. It's in stasis. You might get it back if I have a change of heart. Look on the plus side though. Wendi is twenty two. I've created a new identity for that body. Sadly you're no longer an American citizen. You have no higher education either and there are mental blockers that prevent you from accessing those skills. You're here on a work visa. Rather precarious. I could have made you a call girl for the Russian mob but I'm not completely cruel. You work at Spearmint Rhino - a well known strip joint. I think you'll be a hit - if you get the job. Your resume is impressive - especially with the movies I've made with you in them using CGI. If you don't get the job you'll be on a plane back to Sweden where you don't really exist. So make sure you nail the interview. To do that you'll need to sleep with the boss. Don't worry though. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." "You'll need to find a place to live. I've created an account with some starter money. And remember. You've got off lightly. That's a human clone body. It is overly sensitive and people will think you're a slur but it isn't a gynoid - so you have freedom... of a sort. Most of the others are in gynoid bodies. Property. Stuck. You at least get to live out your life as a person. But I doubt you'll do much more than menial work. Your math skills are rudimentary and your English is poor. I modeled your body on a number of famous porn stars and like I said I have made a few porn vids using CGI - if you want you can get into porn I'm certain you'll be successful. You might make more money." Wendi started to cry. "Please Luke. I'm a guy. I can't be this." "Yes. You can." Chapter 8 "You're in isolatation. Complete sensory deprivation you poor little muffin." Luke explained. Jake sighed. It had felt like an eternity of isolation or perhaps only a few hours. It was hard to say. Time did funny things when there was no point of reference. The mind played tricks. A human voice was a relief - particularly as this weird bubble didn't allow in external noise ... or light ... or Net access or ... anything. It was just him. His breathing. His heart beating. His sense of self. His body floating in body temperature body density saline. What Jake did know, was acutely aware of, was that things didn't feel right. He could move. Feel his body. Sense his body completely through touch... But he didn't want to do that because it felt all wrong. At first he'd thought it was some kind of advanced virtual reality. Hoped it. Maybe drugs... But his good sense told him otherwise. No the body Jake occupied was female. Oddly the sensory deprivation tank heightened her awareness of her emasculation. Heightened her sense of femininity. Her breasts bobbed and swayed when she moved. The warm water lapped between her legs confirming the emptiness there. She steadfastly refused to examine her body. But it didn't matter. She could feel it. "I guess you have questions Zoey. Yes Jake is gone. Bye bye... I see you've not touched your new boobies, your cute new sex. Quite some restraint. A lesser man... heh ... girl - would have. But that's ok. I think a week in the tank with just you and your new body will soften you up a bit. Then ... and only then .... you'll start your training." Zoey swallowed, her breathing growing panicked. "Please. Not the tank..." "I remember begging you the same thing. But it does a girl wonders. Trust me. You'll come out a better girl... now you just ponder that new body. And think on the advice you gave me when I started in the tank. What did you say exactly? Let me remind you ... Orgasms make the tank bearable... enjoy playing with yourself Zoey. See you soon. Or later." Chapter 9 Ron stood groggily in the doorway, staring disbelievingly at the changes. Long shapely legs. Full rounded arse. Heavy firm breasts. A female sex between her legs. Her manhood was gone!! "Dammit. How the hell did this happen?" She asked, her voice feminine and sexy. She knew the nanites could do this but they needed to be both administered and programmed. She hadn't done this. She'd had no intention of changing her sex. No intention of doing this to herself. The changes were more than just a change in sex. These were from her own personal project. Something she'd been working on privately. The ideal sex partner she had dreamed up. A wet dream. But that file wasn't at work but on her home computer. How had they found it? It didn't matter. She knew what she'd become. Physically at least. She'd not been subject to the mental changes - not until she imprinted on the person who knew the password. Who had done this? She didn't know. She needed to get dressed and get out of here. Disappear before whoever knew the pass code said it and she became their loyal pet forever. She tried to access the Net but found her access down. "Damn!" She couldn't access her account! No money! She dressed in some sweat pants and a t-shirt. They were too big but it was better than nothing. Then she went through her house grabbing valuables and stuffing them in a bag. Then she got the heck out of there. Not much money but enough to hide out till she figured out what she would do next. She left her house and her life unwillingly. But she needed too. Who had done this? She didn't know but she feared she'd be looking over her shoulder for them for the rest of her life. With one word they could take her free will from her and turn her into their pet. But who? "God dam it..." shouldering her pack she headed to the bus stop. Her breasts moved oddly as she walked. She'd need to get a bra and better fitting clothes. Something sexy. The thought came unbidden to her. "What the hell?" She didn't want to wear girl clothes... but there was that thought. The bus took forever to arrive and she jumped on and took it to the mall. She wanted to go to a department store and get simple clothes but then she saw Victoria's Secret. Something sexy. She found herself walking in. Before she knew it she was being measured and had three bags of beloved - and no more money. She went to an ATM and withdrew more money. She desperately needed new shoes and headed to the shoe shop. Pumps. Some CFM boots... patent leather. She went past the flat shoes to the heeled patent leather boots and tried on a few pairs, buying them. She walked out in her new shoes with a decided sway to her hips. She recalled designing this body for heels. Clothes... she needed clothes... short skirts and tight tops. She frowned as she went off in search of these. She'd been thinking pants and t-shirts but the impulse was undeniable. There was a XXX store down the street. Why had she thought that...? She found herself leaving the mall and walking in her short skirt, heels and tight top to the adult sex store. Why did she want to go here? Chapter 10 "Thank you for participating in the trial Russell." Luke said rising the nanite injector. He was using Mr Winterburns body but there was no doubt who was in control. Russell pulled against the bindings on his wrists. He was paricipating but not voluntarily, tied naked to the doctors chair. "Luke, please... I didn't do anything to you," he explained, eyes focused on the needle. He had no idea what was in there but he suspected it would. Hangs his sex at the least. That's what they'd done to Luke. Luke grinned. "Oh, you so deserve this..." he injected the nanites into Russel's arm. The effects were instantaneous. Russell's arm started to slim immediately, the changes moving out rapidly from there. Russell struggled vainly, shying away from the inevitable progress of the nanites. Lopsided from the injection point Russell grew smaller, slimmer, less muscular, softer. The changes flowed outwards as the nanites replicated and spread. The bindings holding him in the chair grew loose. He could feel his bones heating as they shortened and atrophied. He could feel his chest swelling. His sex dwindling, splitting, blooming, altering to become female. Worse he could see it - his once masculine body becoming small, sexy, curvy and completely feminine. Nipples growing fat on his hefty breasts. Her... The urge to obey and be submissive grew strong within her as her brain chemistry altered. She tried to fight it. Tried to hold onto her sense of self. Hormones flowed into her mind. An unfamiliar urge took hold of her. Luke undid her bindings and helped her stand. She stood unsteadily on much widened hips. Child bearing hips. She was quite buxom but short. "We're not done yet..." Luke advised as he turned her around and undid his pants, bending her over the chair. "You might recognise this body. I think you nicknamed it the breeder. A baby maker. You want a baby don't you Lisa?" Luke asked as he slide his manhood up her thigh. Lisa shook her head in uncertain fear. But that urge grew. She widened her stance to allow him better access. "So the nanites will accelerate to pregnancy. The only thing I need to do is fertilise an egg..." Lisa arched her back, heavy breasts swaying as she pushed back, her lips parting to allow him in. She moaned. She didn't want to do this on an intellectual level but what Luke said was true. She was a baby maker now. The urge to be impregnated, to become a mother was hard wired into her body and mind. She pushed back so his cock filled her. Then she started to rock her hips, sliding back and forth along his cock. It felt incredible. She needed more. She increased her pace, downward hanging breasts swaying, sweat beading her naked skin. It was addictive. The best sex ever. Her pussy started to throb. She was moaning like a bitch in heat. Then the first orgasm hit. She felt her legs weaken as she swooned in orgasmic bliss. Luke gripped her hips and kept going. She came again. Hot. Wet. Loud. Orgiastic. And then she felt him cumming. Filling her. Her eyes widened as she realised the nanites were at work inside her womb. She knew she was pregnant. Immediately. Luke slid out as a warm pleasure filled her belly. "The pregnancy won't last too long. Your job Lisa is to document it. You are to take daily selfies to chart your progress. And after the first child there will be more..." "Yes sir," she agreed meekly. She was pregnant. She was in shock. Over the next month she documented her growing belly, her swelling breasts and increasing acceptance of her new role as a woman and mother. The hormones and mental changes ensure her happiness at the changes no matter her thoughts on them. And her body did swell. Her slim tummy grew with child, breasts plumping to make milk, ass rounding. She had no pains though. Her body was custom engineered to make babies. This was her purpose now. Chapter 11 "Princess, today is a special day. You're going to accompany me on a trip." Her master informed her. "Put on the outfit I have prepared for you. I think you will enjoy seeing some of your former work colleagues." Her eyes widened. The last three days she had adjusted to her new body and status. She had been limited to her new masters house. She had been unable to wear clothes and had either been doing house work, watching screens, servicing her master or in VR learning how to better perform her roles. Her master had told her she needed to spend a minimum of four hours a day in VR. She'd already learned a great deal about pleasing her master including a range of sexual techniques. Her master liked her to use her mouth and the training had focused on oral skills. The prospect of going outside excited her. She found her emotions hard to control now and her excitement made it hard to think. There was the hope that she could tell someone about who she was. It would be embarrassing-if they believed her-but she might be able to escape. This was going to be shameful she was sure but that made her excited. Being seen like this, a highly augmented sex toy, was erotic and arousing. Few women would turn themselves into such a creature and they were generally disdained and desired in equal measures by others. She went to her masters room and found her clothes. A skimpy little outfit for that made her blush just looking at it. Very high heels, a short skirt that just provided modesty and a tight little top that laced up at the back. She still wore her collar. No under garments. Barely enough for decency sake - if that. She put them on, realising that her hypersensitive skin made the clothing distracting. The irony was that such clothes accentuated her desirability. Her nipples were in stark relief against the tops flimsy material and she was acutely conscious of her bare sex under her skirt. She would need to remember how to move and sit to avoid exposing herself. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. The collar remained. Her master came and inspected her. "Lovely Princess. Now normally I'd take an Uber but I was thinking public transport would be a better way to show of my pet. Oh and in case you were thinking of trying to tell people who you were- I forbid it. No talking till I say." Princess found herself unable to speak. He leashed her and let her out of the flat into the crowded arcology. Heads turned and did a double take. People knew a modified sex toy when they saw one. People leered and eyes widened as they navigated the crowded concourse. They stepped into a crowded turbo lift and descended, her master pulling her close to him. As she stood close there she felt a hand on her bottom, squeezing her rump then moving under her skirt. She felt a hand exploring between her legs. Her master was playing with her sex in public. She found herself spreading her legs to allow him to slip a finger inside her. No one seemed to notice until she moaned. A nearby businessman frowned then smirked. It was humiliating being so obviously horny and aroused in public, looking up at everyone. The lift opened and her master moved out, tugging her along. They moved along the street then into a Megatech office. Into another lift to an upper floor where they exited and moved to a meeting room. Inside there was a man and lady she recognised - Mr and Mrs Winterburn - and a gynoid in a similar state of dress as herself. Mr Winterburn shook her masters hand. "Hi Larry," Mr Winterburn said to her master. "Good of you to have brought Jeff. Well what's left of him anyway." He turned to Mrs Winterburn. "Princess has been completely nano modified - both mentally and physically." He explained. "She's also being trained. Larry here wanted a family so a gynoid wasn't an option. She should be pregnant by now." Princess' eyes widened at the new bit of information. Mrs Winterburn nodded. "Oh her and little Winty are just perfect. I don't really want children. Not yet. I don't think gynoids can have children. Maybe Winty can baby sit though. She isn't much use for anything other than sex and house chores." She patted the Gynoid on the head. "I hope Winty is working out." Mr Winterburn said. Princess realised it was Luke. "Oh... yes. She is so eager to please and so submissive. A marked improvement over my philandering husband. I prefer her this way. You two go off and keep yourselves entertained. The adults have to talk," Mrs Winterburn instructed Winty and Princess. The two girls nodded and eagerly moved off to play. Chapter 12 "Tell princess what you've been up too in your new body Little Winty..." Mrs Winterburn instructed.It seemed that the three unaugmented people were happy to observe the girls play. Little Winty eagerly went off to play with Princess under the watchful gaze of her former peers, unable to disobey her owner. Luke had relinquished full ownership of the gynoid to Winty's former wife. Legally she was Mr and Mrs Winterburns property but more importantly her mental strictures had been reset to her new owner. She was Mrs Winterburns. Completely. "Little Winty?" Princess asked honestly intrigued. "How did this happen? I was modified by nanobots. Luke ... we really messed up." She explained as she ran her hand over the gynoids perfectly contoured body. Winty shivered. Her new body was so sensitive and was immediately aroused. Her default position really. Thoughts of sex filled her mind. "This was my gynoid. My property. I had a private unit where I would use it... regularly. Behind my wife's back. Luke found it swapped me into it - then handed me over to my wife for what we did. My new owner. My former wife. From the start she has asserted her dominance and superiority. I'm docile, submissive and inferior now. Just as I'd enjoyed my gynoid. I... found I got off on her treatment. She's very good at putting me in my place, never missing an opportunity. She was pissed off and was always vindictive but I never realised just how vindictive. I can't fault her for it. I ... just can't. I deserve this. She likes to remind me of what I lost. She finds it amusing that I'm my own gynoid now." She lay back on the carpet and pulled Princess atop her. Their two soft bodies pressed against each other, warm and yeilding. Little Winty ran her dainty hands over Princess' concave rear flanks and to the concave curve of her arse, pushing the tiny skirt down. Princess lifted Winty's top up to her shoulders to expose her breasts. "When she first found me waiting for her in my private love nest I had been instructed to wait on my hands and knees for my former wife... my new mistress and owner. I'd been waiting for half an hour and in that time I'd had time to think. Gynoids aren't renowned for their thinking as you know. They tend to think about pleasing their owners. And... it shames me to admit it but that's what I was thinking about. And I was getting wet at those thoughts. I was trapped. Stuck. Powerless. Reduced to property. Waiting on my wife's retribution. And it made me horny..." Winty confessed as she rolled over on top of Princess. They were equals. She could almost dominate the little breeder. "My owner circled me slowly. Her power over me was intoxicating. It still is. Then she took me. She loved that I couldn't resist. She approved of my choice of gynoids. She was not gentle as she pushed me over the cabinet and her hand explored between my legs. She laughed when she found me wet. Laughed when I whimpered with need and spread my legs wider. Laughed when I begged her to do more than just tease me with her fingers. Bent over and at her mercy she fingered me to my first shuddering orgasm." Winty reached down between Princess' legs. "Not unlike this." Princess whimpered, face flushed red, panting as she squirmed. "Since then I have lived at my old house. I perform maid duties and serve my owner in my role as a sex gynoid. I'm getting to wear all the ridiculously skimpy outfits and costumes I'd collected for my toy. I admit I did accessorise her extensively... maid outfits, nurse outfits, slavegirl outfits, damsel in distress outfits, latex, lingerie, sex toys, harnesses... my owner has bought a few toys for me but most I already had. She has me explain why I bought the outfit. Usually it was because I liked to dominate my gynoid but my explanations cause me to grow aroused and ashamed. I was a fool and she likes to remind me in both word and deed. We have been slowly going through the outfits. Last night I was her slavegirl handmaiden and she chained me to the bed and spanked me till I came... just as I'd done when I was a man. I think she resents that I kept this hidden from her the most. That I'd only shared this side of myself with a sex toy, not with her," little Winty lent down and kissed Princess, ceasing her talk. Clearly they were up to date on Winty's adventures and were now writing the latest chapter. Chapter 13 Panting from her exertions Kat watched the chopper arrive from the bed in the grass hut, sand blown all about. Her first master stood, dressed and ruffled her hair affectionately. "You'll do perfectly Kat," he observed. "In fact there has been a very large amount of interest in you. More than any other girl in our resort chain. Odd." He stretches. "Now this does look like a primitive place but there is a fully stocked kitchen, power and mod cons in the cave complex. Clothes for you too including bathing suits, grass skirts, a maids outfit and lingerie." He told her. "But your are not allowed there unless a customer permits it. You have cooking and domestic skills implanted as well as sexual skills. Correct?" Kat nodded. She did. She realised that he'd been there for only one brief screw and to do her set up - an employee. Her owner? She knew he was more than satisfied with her performance and felt a little ashamed as she waited on his words. She now understood that the chopper came with supplies and a change of "vacationers". "Now the first guest is a Mr Davids, CEO of Intech Holdings." The man said as he put the tablet with the client list down on the rough hewn table. " He has requested that you greet him naked on your hands and knees." Kat stood, semen dribbling from her sex, naked breasts swaying unfamiliarly as she read the list and blinked. She knew Carl Davids. He was a competitor. Her eyes traveled down the future guest list. In fact she knew the entire list. Some were former colleagues that she'd taken advantage of. Some were competitors. There was even her ex-wife and a few jilted lovers. Did they know who she was? She quailed in fear and shame. Had Luke arranged for them to come here as revenge? It seemed likely. "Right then. Go and have a swim and clean yourself. You can use the shower in the cave complex. Your first customer will be here soon." He part for the chopper. Kat stood mutely as he left. Then she felt the compulsion to obey. She went down to the beach. It was paradise! She stepped into the water and the. Dove under. She swam. The water felt very different flowing over her small curvaceous body, sensual, erotic, streamlined. She stood and walked dripping and naked to the cave and, brushing sand from her small bare feet, entered it. True to her masters words it was fully equipped. She showered off the sand and salt with scented soap, bubbles ticking her breasts and tummy and legs. She turned off the water and went back to the hut, naked and wet, kneeling obediently to await Mr Davids. The next chopper arrived two hours later. She waited as instructed. Soon the door opened and a tall muscular man entered. He wore shorts and a shirt and sandles. He regarded her impassively for a moment. Then he smiled. "Well hello Jack. This is a pleasure. I understand you are called Kat now. You're hardly my equal now are you?" Kat quailed in guilty chagrin. "When I got the message that you were here reduced to this I just had to see for myself. Stand up and turn around." Blushing Kat stood and slowly spun, self conscious of her diminutive height, full rounded swaying breasts, fatly aroused nipples, moist bare sex, soft rounded arse, shapely legs, slim waist, sexy face and long lustrous hair. "I must admit this is an improvement. I see you're aroused too... would you like me to do something about that?" He asked. Kat nodded, lashes batting as she looked up at him innocently. It humbled her to face her need, particularly since it over powered her better judgment. He reached out and took her chin and looked into her eyes. He laughed. "Excellent. Still a bit of Jack in there. Now be a good girl and go get me a beer. I think I need to settle in," Mr Davids said. As she turned he swatted her playfully on her naked dump, leaving a hand print. She yelped and scurried off in equal measures of mortification and ardent arousal. When she returned she found him naked on the bed. He motioned to the sunscreen. "You can apply it..." he smirked as he took his beer and sipped it. She approached and squirted the sunscreen on her hands and then started at his feet. She rubbed them, realising this was what he wanted. She took her time, moving to his ankles and calves. She turned to see he was growing semi erect and it pleased her worriesomely. She put on more lotion. "Climb on... straddle me..." he took some lotion and as she climbed atop his legs to do his knees he rubbed her back. She moaned as she rubbed his quadriceps, inching back so his cock sat against her ass crack and the small of her back. He reached between her legs and she felt the chill of the lotion sliding along her ass crack to her sensitive wet sex, the lotion lubricating her furthers, then he squeezed her ass cheeks and rubbed the lotion upward along her flanks and then up under her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. "All the times you fucked me..." he lifted her and she rose eagerly as she moved back. She could feel him at her lips. He held her aloft. Ready to impale her on his cock. "Time I evened the score Kat..." he let her down, his cock slowly filling her. "Oh you so deserve this you little fucker..." she moaned in response l, his thick cock filling her tight hot depths as his hands played with her full slippery breasts and he slowly rocked his hips. She moved in concert with him. "You are an exceptional piece of ass..." she nodded in agreement as she was fucked. This was the start of her humiliation. She spent the next three days in abject thralldom, constantly aroused, at the mercy of her needs, powerless, reminded of her former position and power. It got her off. And then Mr Davids was gone. But there was a long list of those that had known Jack that wanted to fuck her. Chapter 14 Curt was more than a little confused. She cupped her new breasts and shivered in fear and surprise. They were worryingly sensitive. How had this happened?! She looked in the mirror and saw the reflected image of her latest sexual conquest. Just last night she had been Curt Meyer, director of finance at Megatech. Powerful. Rich. Master of his own destiny. But now ... she was Kitten. Probably one of the best screws Curt had ever had. She looked down past her full soft breasts. Between her legs was a very female sex. She was short, busty, sexy, overtly female ... and ... who was Kitten? A high paid escort. Somehow she had been swapped into this body. Gods her breasts were sensitive. She was getting turned on. This was bad. "Ah hello kitten. Some exposition is in order." Her former voice started. She turned in surprise, hands moving guiltily from her new breasts then one hand going back to cover them, conscious of her erect nipples, the other covering her new sex, shuddering at her own touch. She was wet and tingly. She looked up at her former body. Naked. Her eyes focused on her former cock. "I was approached by a former colleague of yours. Luke... the offer was that I take your body and life. You take mine. You see I am qualified in exactly the same areas you are but some bad choices when I was studying ended my career prospects. I have this condition where I become a little too .... sexual. Nymphomania. Which was my downfall. You see to make ends meet in college I'd been an escort. And I was arrested for prostitution... and so no career. But now I can have the career I wanted free of my urges. Now the offer I have for you is simple. You can become my partner. Well mistress. We aren't equals you see... or you can continue in a life as an escort." Kitten swallowed. "Nymphomania?" She whispered understanding why she was so aroused. The urge was becoming hard to fight. Her hand on her crotch itched to play. "It's an addiction... you should play with yourself..." Curt instructed as he approached her. Kitten shook her head but the suggestion seemed so reasonable. Curt pushed her hand away from her sex and tickled it. Kitten moaned. Before she knew what was happening she was eagerly mounting her former cock, breasts pressed against her former chest, back hard against the wall as he screwed her little body to its first incredible orgasm. She knew she wanted more. Nodding her head she agreed. "Mistress." To be continued...? /The Surprise Inspection Jack had been busy working on the new Axiom Code when the sensor reported an inbound vessel. Surprised he went to the monitor and checked the sensor log. "Shit. A Miridian Judicial Frigate..." he hadn't prepped himself for the Miridian mental scan. Hadn't expected one for a week. He didn't have the time to compartmentalise his memories and hide the ones that would show his guilt. They had him. He would be scanned, tried and sentenced immediately. Brain wipe and seizure of all assets. The brain wipe was the bad part. Obviously. He thought he'd been up to date on his payments. Must be a new supervisor. He considered his options. Running was pointless. He could not outrun the frigate in his cruiser. Hiding? Maybe. But where. He needed to decide quickly. He looked across at Kat. Kat had been his girlfriend until he'd started to nano modify her. Now she was his slave. Augmented physically to be quite voluptuous. Heightened sex drive. Mentally altered to be utterly submissive and obedient. Naked but for her collar. She'd been like that for years. His little fuckpet. It would have been criminal but she'd been willing. And she was not guilty of any criminal activity. She'd be able to pass the scan. And because she was like that willingly she would return to her body after. Jack didn't like the idea of being Kat but it beat the alternative. But would she be ok as him? She'd need some behaviour mods to be more assertive and carry herself off as him. Easy enough. He grabbed her leash and led her to his mental scan printer, sat her in one interface and occupied the other. He quickly programmed the mental exchange with the behaviour mods for Kat in his body. Nothing too strong and made to decay in a few hours. She'd be confident and dominant for only a little bit then back to her old self. Perfect. It was a rush job, hardly his best work but time was of the essence. Jack initiated the exchange. He found himself looking at his body. His next conscious thought was that his body, no former body was attractive. Jack blinked and looked down at his chest. Large full breasts. He was Kat. No she was Kat. That was definitely the lips of a clean shaven pussy down below her breasts between her lithe legs. She swallowed nervously, feeling small and self conscious. That was the behavioural mods. Submissive. Uncertain. Dependent on her master. Jack. Her owner. She frowned as the alien thought impinged upon her mind. She laughed - giggled. She owned herself. How did that work? Kat frowned and removed the head set. "Huh. It's odd not having all that mental conditioning. I feel naked without it... well this is new. Confidence." He looked across at his old body. He rather like what he saw. "Hmmm this has possibilities. And I feel a strange urge to ... hmmm dominate you..." he took her leash and pulled him to her, fondling her overly sensitive breast as he did so. She did not resist. Could not. In fact she was excited. It felt good. Really good. This was right... "you like that because I liked that. Hmmm. I've been a slave, your slave, for so long I forgot what freedom and free will was like." He looked at the screen as he absently toyed with her breasts. "That won't do. I don't want this sense of control to decay after a few days." He quickly made the changes to remove the deterioration of his dominant personality. Kat watched with mild alarm, her mind hazy from the pleasure of having her breasts and nipples played with. She was growing quite aroused and wanted more. Her new pussy tingled with need. "No... wait..." she said in concern. "Settle down Kat. I'm the master. The dominant one. You're the pet. The submissive one. Don't forget your place." Jack said, gripping her fat erect nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezing. Kat bit her lip and nodded. "Yes sir." She agreed reluctantly, her thoughts further obscured by his ministrations. This body she wore had a highly keyed up libido. And it ruled her. She was losing control. She could sense it. Kat was a fuck pet. She was Kat. She was a fuck pet. That meant having her pussy filled with cock. The thought filled her with giddy excitement and a small amount of fear. What if her master wanted to screw her pussy? Jack initiated the mental changes in himself. He would remain dominant. Kat watched in concern. What if he was happy like that? Then she would remain here, trapped as Kat. The possibility scared her and aroused her. Being weak and powerless made her horny. Damn the mental conditioning. "Well Kat. Go and make ready for our guests. Prepare food and drink. And yourself- you may need to entertain them..." "Yes sir." Kat went off to prepare. The impulse to obey was strong. Her mind was already working on her task, thinking about what she should wear. Not much that was certain. Her role as a slave dictated that she went about mostly naked. She should have been self conscious, but her naked breasts and sex felt... correct. Wearing clothes. That was wrong. She wondered how she would entertain the inspectors. She hadn't really thought this part of the switch through. She had assumed that Jack would be too busy with the inspection to bother with her and that she would spend her time in this body with little interaction with her master... clearly she was wrong. Would she need to sleep with one of the inspectors? She would if she was commanded too. The idea should have been undesirable but it was not. Not in the least. She cupped her new breasts, her leash dangling between them, the collar about her neck declaring her a slave. Her breasts felt soft and heavy. She knew she was small and that was partly why they seemed so big. Her pussy twitched and tingled. On her hands and knees serving her master, his thick cock pounding into her hot tight pussy. She swallowed in giddy excitement. This was the effect of an artificially enhanced libido. Jack was her master. The thought felt a little too natural. A little too right. She worried a little on that as she went to Kat's quarters. Her quarters. She hesitantly removed her collar and leash. She stood naked, breasts swaying as she looked at the small sex kitten she had become. She wondered about how long she would be like this. She did not have the power to return to her former body like this. If she were to drug Jack, drag his body to the machine... she swayed and toppled to the ground feeling scared to death. The thoughts of revolt had caused a strong and negative emotional and physical reaction. She lay on the plastcrete floor, naked, shivering, afraid, weak, submissive, a creature to be commanded. As her pliant nature returned she felt better. She knew she was trapped. Only Jack could undo what she had done. Part of her was angry at herself for her stupidity but mainly she felt comforted that her master had complete control of her body and mind. Kat went to the dresser and found her jewelry. She put it on, using the metal ornamentation to enhance her beauty, accentuate her femininity, create a titillating effect by providing a modicum of concealment for her breasts and new sex. As she moved and her breasts jiggled and bounced and her hips swayed and swiveled the jewelry shifted allowing partial glimpses of her rosy little nipples and full pussy lips. The get up had always pleased Jack... had always pleased her... had always pleased her former self... she shook her head as she struggled to find her sense of self. She was Jack in Katz body. That was it. But she was dressed as she had been instructed, ready to entertain. She nodded at her overly sexual and feminine appearance. Her masters wish was her command. On bare feet she went to the molecular unit and programmed up a food selection. The machine started to create the long chain molecules that provided sustenance. She was ready. The inspection team arrived. Two officers, a man and woman, entered. The male officer was large and muscular and showed evidence of physical augmentation. He smiled appreciatively as ajar served them the food, clearly envisaging her naked and beneath him. Or maybe she was envisions him naked and above her. She blushed at the thought, hoping her master would instruct her to serve the inspector and a little shocked by her strong urges. Jack noticed the exchange and turned to the female inspector. "You can administer the scan. Kat here can show your partner around the station. Kat. Give him a complete all access tour." His meaning was clear. "Yes sir." Kat agreed as she looked up at the inspector. She had never felt more small and vulnerable. Or excited. She was afraid of what Jacks command meant for her. But also aroused. As Jack she had been possessive of Kat, allowing others to look but not touch. Clearly Kat had suffered from unfulfilled lust under Jack's possessiveness. As Jack she had been oblivious. But the new Jack knew. He knew what she had desired but had been too afraid, too weak, to obedient, too controlled to seek out. It was ironic that Kat could now act upon her desire, had too in fact, but in her heart she possibly did not want too. Or maybe she did. She didn't know herself at the moment. She led him to the lab, conscious of her negligible attire, almost naked and completely on display. "So this is where the genius works? His inventions and insights into science have been groundbreaking. A pity he needs to be watched so closely," the inspector noted. "Who knows what someone with his intellect could do..." Kat nodded. She knew why they had been watching her. Jack. It was confusing. "What does this do?" He asked. Kat frowned uncertainly. "Um. I don't know." And in truth she didn't. Not really. Not now. "It's for anti matter containment. Maybe..." she tried to remember how it worked... it was just beyond her grasp. She wasn't Jack now. It was frustrating. She had always been so smart. He grunted dismissively as he reached out and pushed aside her jewelry to expose her full rounded breast. He wasn't interested in her for her mind. She knew nothing of use to him. Not now. But her body. That was of interest. Her mouth grew dry. Her nipple hardened as he gripped it. Her thoughts focused on pleasing this man. She lent into his hand, offering herself to him. His hand moved down possessively and she shuddered meekly, conflicted, torn between her new urges and mental conditioning and the remnant of her male psyche. His hand moved slowly downwards to between her legs to explore her hot moist sex. She shuddered expectantly and gasped with need, her legs spreading and her hips rocking. Her slave nature