"It may not be very humble, but I was smoking HOT! I looked amazing, but really the first thing I noticed was that he messed with my mind. I mean, I remember everything about being Miss Maddy, but it was like it was all a dream. I was young, free of all the aches and pains, my vision was perfect, and, of course, I was beautiful! Visions of hot, sweaty, noisy sex just filled my mind and I just absolutely KNEW that I could give great head, even though Miss Maddy had only had very limited sexual experiences and had never gone down on a guy. I slipped off the remains of the groady stuff I was wearing and just stood there for a moment before I started to touch myself.
"It was amazing! My skin was so soft, and so sensitive! I held my new big boobs, and my nipples popped right up. I played with them for a moment and I swear I could have come just from touching them. Then the doc cleared his throat and I remembered that I was not alone, had been kidnapped, and had been changed against my will. That was when I began to realize how much he had fucked with my mind—I did not care that I was naked in front of my elderly, perverted neighbor of a kidnapper. Heck, being naked felt wonderful! I sort of wondered why I would ever bother with clothes... unless, you know, they were hot, tight, revealing, and sexy.
"He began to chuckle in an evil way as he loosened his pants and dropped them to the floor. I could not take my eyes off his cock. It was probably about five inches long and all wrinkly, even though it was standing up. In my eyes, it looked incredible! My pussy gushed and before I knew it, I was on my knees taking it in. When I touched it to take it in my mouth, I felt a little jolt or buzz of sheer pleasure. I had never had such a wonderful experience as sucking his cock! Warm, tasty, filling—somehow it was just a perfect thing to have in my mouth—but I already knew I wanted it in my soaking wet pussy, too.
"He came in a small, delicious dribble but I swear I was already getting addicted to it. He fell into a nearby couch, exhausted. I was turned on, like someone had turned my dial to 11, but when I tried to cuddle and stroke him to play some more, he told me to sit down, and against my will, my body immediately obeyed.
"As he sat there, wheezing a little, he began to cackle and told me his plans. He was building himself a harem of hotties—adoring slaves who would do anything he asked. The 'Box' (and you could hear him pronounce it with the capital letters) was pretty much automated, using pre-made templates I guess he found through some weird group he belongs to. All he had to do was to dump someone in it and turn it on. It took about a week for the process, then it went into a week-long reclamation process to prepare for the next victim. He had four of the Boxes in the garage and I was the first one out.
"The Box took care of the physical and mental changes, but did not actually enslave anyone. That took three additional steps. First, he touched the victim to 'prime' them. I was primed when I felt that little shock. Priming made me want to go to the next step."
Jack had barely noticed that while she was talking, her hands were moving under the blanket—she was obviously touching herself and her heady musk was filling the room. She had slipped off the couch and crawled over to his chair. She was rubbing her hands up and down his legs and it turned the few brain cells that had finally begin to function back into mush.
"Uh..."
"Shhh... Telling you all this has me so turned on! And you have been sitting here so politely while you had this absolutely delightful woodie pointing at me the entire time. How could I resist it?" She slid her hands into his loose sweat shorts (what passed for his pajamas in warm weather) and found his raging hard on.
"Ummm... want it, need it. Please, Jack, please let me..." Without waiting for permission, which was good, because Jack's brain was locked up again, she pushed a leg of the shorts away and took his six and three-quarters cock (he knew because he measured it and was inordinately glad that it was at least a little over average—but he did cheat a bit while measuring it. Not that she cared at the moment.) in her oh-so-warm and wet mouth. Jack's eyes rolled back and his hips came off the chair. She was fantastic! Incredible! Talented! Amazing! Pretty darn good!
She played with his balls, she stroked his legs and slight belly with delicate strokes from brilliantly red long fingernails. She hummed. She corkscrewed her head and wrapped a thumb and finger around the exposed shaft. It is a good thing that orgasms do not take any real brain-power or she would have been there a really long time. After a bit, Jack came. He gushed. He exploded. He gave her his very all. Damn—it felt like he gave her some of his very soul! She sat beside his legs and began to caress him.
"And that was step two. The DNA in semen begins the bonding process when taken orally. Something about it getting into the bloodstream in the mucous tissues of the mouth. It amped up my sex drive, and made me really, really horny. He just kept rambling on about it, how long it took to develop the process, how brilliant he was for figuring out the brain/blood barrier issues, creating a new type of nanite, and on and on and on. All the while, I just sat there playing with myself. I got REALLY familiar with my new cunny, and it is delightful!
"He was talking about pheromones I exuded that were designed to help him get hard and keep it up so he would not need Viagra or anything, and it must have been working because he was beginning to get hard again and moaning a little. He asked me how I felt and I admitted that I wanted to fuck him really, really badly and I was sure I could do it really, really well. He cackled and told me that my body was trying hard to get to the third step. If he did not fuck me in the next several hours, I would go through withdrawal and have to start over again—that I really could not live without having the process completed.
"By then, he was hard again and told me to come over and fuck him. I pushed him back on the couch he was on and straddled him and began to ride him like a cowgirl at the rodeo!
"Then he up and died! The motherfucker had a fucking heart attack on me, and worse yet, did not ejaculate! Fucking SOB! I was so keyed up that I tried a bit longer, then went into his house and found a nice big cucumber. I went to the bedroom and fucked myself silly—but then the cravings began to hit. Jack, the next couple days were horrible! I was sick, weak, crying, desperate. I could barely leave the bedroom except for the times I was in the bathroom or trying to find something to eat, or shove in myself.
"Yesterday, I felt better. I struggled back to Miss Maddy's... er, my house. I took a shower, had a good meal, even watched some TV for a while. For a while I felt almost normal. Yes, I was nude and when I was not doing anything else I tended to play with myself, but I could think for myself and began to make some plans. My identity was shot—no one would believe I was Miss Maddy or anyone related to her. I couldn't access any accounts other than an ATM unless I could do it online or by mail. I dressed up in what I could force myself to wear—I mean, seriously! I know she was an old woman, but she had absolutely NO fashion sense and I just could not bear most of the stuff on my skin. I drove to an ATM them to a mini-mall that had some nice stuff at low prices. I got some things I could wear and started to feel sick again—tired, weak, feverish. I barely got back home before I collapsed on my bed."
Jack was enthralled with the story, and with the fact that she was slowly jacking him off. He barely noticed that his fingers were tangling in her hair, feeling the silky strands slide sexily through his digits. He felt a gentle craving to touch her, to caress her delicate cheeks, run his finger over her shapely Cupid's bow lips, stroke her perfect shoulders.
"I woke up about an hour ago with a desperate need. I saw your lights on and remembered that you were always nice to Miss Maddy, um. to me, and that you were single. I slipped this on and came over. When I touched you, I was primed, and then I got the oral dose of semen. Now my body craves the second dose, the vaginal dose, to complete the process.
"Please, dear Jack, won't you fuck me and make me yours? I want to be your perfect lover and perfect slave. I will do anything you want—cook, clean, take care of your garden, have sex in any way you want. I... well, Miss Maddy has money, and we can sell my old house for more! I bet we could even manage to get the doc's stuff if we work at it. I don't think he had anyone else."
She was rubbing her face and delightful breasts on his cock. Slave? He did not want a slave—but dear God, how could anyone say no to this woman, especially in this situation. He nodded his head and she squealed in delight.
She pulled him to the edge of his chair and turned to sit on his cock, guiding it in with a perfectly manicured hand. She began to buck and thrash almost immediately. "Oh, God, Jack! Yes! Deeper! Oh, yes! Harder... f... f... faster! Fuck me, you wonderful stud! fuck your slave, Master!"
He may not have wanted a slave, but something about her saying that triggered something primordial in him and he convulsed in orgasm, blasting a load deep inside her as she began to explode in her own very wet finish. They slumped back on the chair, panting, as she began to coo and stroke him lightly.
