Chapter 31: Scapegoat
Over the next five days, Alex's odor became stronger and more disgusting, almost to the point where Ayla was forced to plug her nose. She didn't however, because the stench was proof of her dominion over the new body. Alex was now covered with dried, crusty layers of the new Mistress's semen so heavily, that it flaked off from time to time and a crunching sound was quite evident wherever the young woman went.
Alex had opted to stay inside her dorm, far too embarrassed of the harassment and jibes she would garner if she went to work. The first day was probably the most difficult, because Ayla had been monitoring her activity via different sensors that were equipped in the rooms. Not outright spying on the workers, but HOPE did have other methods of determining activity within, and now with the recent upgrades, the AI was actively seeking out those who may pose a threat to the island. It was this method that the Mistress had figured out that Alex wasn't keeping her word. The young woman thought she could pass it off, but was soon mistaken.
That was a mistake that wasn't repeated. That night when she went to see her employer, she had been drenched with a couple loads of thick, gooey, cum before being paraded around for the last researchers to gawk and stare at, and of course humiliated. After that Alex had become incredibly submissive, carrying out Ayla's requests to the letter. She had stayed in her room the next day, rubbing herself and playing with her toys until she was raw, not daring to go against the sadist.
And now, after five days, Alex's eyes showed utter defeat. When she made her way to the large office, the insults and laughter only rolled off her. In her mind, there was no way it could get any worse.
She was wrong.
When Alex reached the office, she noticed the twins were back, but the looks on their faces showed that they were half out of it, were drooling out of the corner of their mouths, and their eyes glassy. When one of them did see Alex, she almost immediately pounced on her.
"Oh Mistress Alex!" She cooed, "I see Mistress Ayla has given you quite a nice look! Please wait a little bit while I let her know."
As the one girl buzzed her superior, the other began masturbating, quickly lost in her own moans and lusts. Both of her hands were busy on her body, from playing with her nipples, to disappearing under the desk to play with her sensitive clit.
A few minutes passed before the one girl let Alex into the office. The room was much darker than the previous nights, the only light coming from the large glass backing that overlooked the training chamber. Silhouettes were cast across the far side of the office as some chatter could be heard, indiscernible from where Alex stood.
The sound of the door closing made the talking stop, as Ayla addressed her.
"Just in time, my pet. I have some friends for you to meet." Some giggles came from the other silhouettes.
Sudden light caused Alex to shield her brown eyes for a moment before they adjusted. When they did, she saw seven others, three on one side four on the other, watching her.
"Is this the one you were telling us about Aiya?" A mousy voice commented.
"Of course it is! You can see her fine handiwork all over her."
More giggling.
The one to Ayla's left had long blond hair and large blue eyes while the one directly on Ayla's other side had long black hair with green eyes. It was the former that had asked about her. There was a third girl that was a little shorter than the previous two with red hair, that seemed a little shy. The other four though, sported dicks almost as big as her captor's, who remained quiet.
"Alex, I would like you to meet my best slut, Tasha." She gestured to the blond haired one. "And Jessica." She gestured to the raven-haired beauty. "There's also Rebecca here too, but she's a little shy, so don't mind her." The redhead said nothing.
Alex bowed her head towards each one as they were introduced.
"Enjoying it yet?"
"Yes Mistress."
More giggles at the reply. The staring was making her feel hot and very self-conscious, even though she didn't mind her co-workers.
"I can smell her from here!" Jessica said, disdain evident in her voice. "Did she not bathe at all?"
Tasha licked her lips. "Mistress, is this a new toy for us to play with?"
Ayla patted Tasha's hand.
"Now, now, my little bitch, there will be plenty of time for that." She turned her attention towards Alex. "I was in great luck. I found quite a few of my friends here. Tasha was busy being a juicer, Jessica was quite the distiller, and Rebecca's milk is probably the finest I've tasted."
There was something about Ayla's piercing gaze that unnerved Alex as she swallowed hard.
"But I bet you're wondering what you have to do with all of this, right?" The hermaphrodite stood up from the chair and walked around the desk to approach the rancid one. "You're so pathetic, you know that? Now I know why Ezenia hated you all so much."
She put a hand on the older girl's face and licked a crusty, cum-coated nipple.
"You taste as bad as you smell."
Ayla began stroking herself slowly as she circled the woman. She was like a vulture, preparing to strike on her prey, licking her lips a little.
"I was going to be nice, but the rabbit hole just keeps getting deeper and deeper."
"What do you mean, Mistress?" Alex tried to play confusion, but her heart was hammering so hard that she choked on the words.
"HOPE filled me in. Of course, I have no proof, but I'm sure you'll admit it soon enough. Ezenia was stupid not to notice it earlier, but I guess with her short-sightedness, she wouldn't upgrade her AI to the point of figuring it out. But I do commend you on how much you're able to cum. Five days of masturbating that much would leave anyone sore." Ayla slapped a hand on Alex's cum-coated crotch. "That underwear you're wearing is stained white now, isn't it? I can't even tell where it ends and my cum begins. It's just so thick..."
Reaching behind Alex's head, the sadist kissed her hard, wrenching the girl's lips apart with her own before assailing the mouth with her tongue. Alex didn't fight it. When Ayla did pull back, there were a few strings of saliva connecting their lips.
"A faint hint of pussy on your tongue? Come now, you can't have wanted a woman that badly?"
Alex couldn't reply. She was horny. She licked her fingers to add more lubrication to her rubbing session and tasted some of her juices.
"Do you like the taste of pussy? Does the sight of these lovely three girls make you want to swallow their cum? I bet you'd rather have theirs than mine. But I don't mind." Ayla was circling again, stroking herself, Alex's eyes watching the giant member the whole time. Ayla snapped her fingers and Jessica approached her with what looked like a sewing needle.
"M-Mistress...?" Alex stammered.
Ayla gave the needle to her new toy, who took it and stared at it curiously. Jessica then proceeded to lead Alex over to one of the chairs and bind her too it, except for her hands.
"I was kind enough to save your pretty little face from my seed. But I think my tenderness was misplaced." Ayla sat on the desk, and Tasha took up position between her legs, nurturing the huge cock. Jessica remained behind Alex.
"What do you mean, Mistress?"
"HOPE has informed me that you're leading a double life."
"I don't understand..." Alex began shaking, a chill ran through her that touched her bones.
Ayla grinned as she placed her hands on the back of Tasha's head, throat-fucking the girl slowly, enjoying the moment. "That's lie number one. For each lie you tell me, you will be reprimanded. But not by my hand. By your own." She closed her eyes a moment as Tasha took the whole length in again. "Pierce your left nipple."
The knot in the pit of Alex's stomach turned into a stone, the weight pressing her down into the chair. She whipped her head around, seeing all the girls watching her, waiting. Shaky hands nearly dropped the needle.
"First lie, left nipple. Second lie, right nipple. Third lie, clitoral hood. Fourth lie, your clitoris. Do you really want to find out what happens after that?" Ayla slowly opened her eyes as her cock slipped from the tight mouth.
The stripper grabbed Alex's hands from behind to steady them and brushed off the caked cum from the nipple. As Jessica's hands guided Alex's toward her breast, the woman began struggling.
Licking her lips, the Mistress continued, "I wouldn't struggle if I were you. It'll only cause you to miss and have to try again until you get it. I would like to prevent you from becoming a pin-cushion, but I honestly don't care if you do."
