Act 8 – Capitalization
*Disclaimer. The full story will include a variety of fetishes mostly including mind control and non-consent, but also including enslavement, feminization, diaper punishment, cross dressing and gender bending. If any of this is not your thing, I ask that you keep going.
* This story, specifically, will cover body control, mind break, blow jobs, and other forced acts most male to female. As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome.
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Chapter 1 – Projections
Many of the people that Mark had reached out to on the "special" boards had shown great interest in his field of research and had pitched in their information, though understandably guarded, to put their hats in the ring. He sent the information to Crystal to start vetting and doing in depth investigations on his possible guinea pigs. It was very exciting the possibilities.
While this particular project was not yet near fruition, the early stage projections were beyond belief. This could revolutionize many areas of fetishes. Furthermore, his recruiters were having great success and were submitting to him dossiers on all the eligible additions to his future endeavors. Based on the profile pictures, he was to be very pleased by the outcome.
He submitted a few names to his recruiters to look into. They assured him they would not rest until everyone on the list was recruited. He knew they weren't exaggerating, the programming would not allow them to. With the impending growth of his Domain just around the corner, he still had quite a bit of business to take care of. He prepared to go in to work.
This time, he had Mary get him ready.
He never grew tired of her outfit, she still looked as hot as when he first began altering her. Her augmented breasts, curved hips, and plump derriere still elicited great arousal from her Master, and she reveled in it almost as much as he did.
He made eye contact with her, and she heartily accepted the invitation. She swayed closer and leant in. Her pendulous breasts hung low and presented a glorious view as she bent down. Then her head went under the sheets and between his legs, inching closer and closer to his Glory. Upon contact she was lost.
The blanket bobbed up and down with gusto, and Mark's entire body rigid with the sensation, and anticipation. Her moans mixed with the sounds of hungry slurping was an orchestra of boiling sensation. Within moments, the familiar build-up fell into a glorious climax. His cock spewed forth his seed, and her lips were fastened with conviction to take it all in. She moaned loudly as her own orgasm tore through her with ferocity, and she collapsed within, leaving Mark with pleasant sensations of nylon and satin against his leg, along with her soft and supple skin.
Crystal let loose her own sounds as Jessica finished her job, and suddenly the bed fell silent in blissful post-orgasmic bliss. Sadly, though, there was work to be done.
Chapter 2 - NRS
Kristi and Jocelyn were headed to Weston. They were going to check out these so called factories. Though they were on the books as a bottled water distributor, but some of the materials and machines in possession made no sense for this line of manufacturing.
They arrived and watched as the first crew showed up and clocked in. It was odd to them how happy the workers seemed to be. They all looked happy to be at work. Furthermore, some of them got dropped off, and their wives were absolute knock-outs. The men, in the opinions of the NRS ladies, were on average fives and sixes, yet their wives, or female partners, seemed to all be eights and nines.
It wasn't something that could be entered into a report, but definitely worth note.
They drove around and found two other factories under Crystal's name. Their final destination would be the Company.
Chapter 3 – Where's Pearl?
It had not gone past Mark's notice that the Director of the Company had been notably absent. Apparently, Pearl had heard of his exploits with the Company employees who had also been her friends. As she tended to befriend fellow mean girls and those who derived pleasure in the act of bullying, they were many of Mark's first victims. She seemed to be trying to avoid the wrath of the new CEO.
This amused Mark. She had enough sense to avoid him, and not to take further action against him, or his friends, but did not have the sense to actually leave the Company, not that she could have, even if she wanted to. Mark had seen to that.
With a thought, he was able to easily locate his next victim via his cerebral-nano transmitters. He made his way through an odd path to the eastern break room, one that was rarely used except for water and an ice machine. As he turned the corner into the little alcove he saw her leaning over the water cooler to refill her cup.
"Well hello there, Pearl."
Pearl froze in place, her breathing sped up noticeably, and she pulled all her will to compose herself, "Good morning sir. Is everything okay?"
"Oh, everything is great. I've been able to successfully update all the divisions, and many are taking positively to the new organization of the Company. I'm seeing quite a change in Company morale."
Pearl avoided eye contact, but it was obvious she was resisting rolling her eyes at him, "That's good to hear, sir. I'm glad you're having such success."
"Hey, being as to how you are the director, I would like to bounce some ideas off of you."
"Oh, I'm sure whatever you decide for these employees will be fine, sir. I don't see how I could be of much assistance. I think I'll just continue to generate reports, and ..."
"Nonsense. Stop by my office at nine, 'If You Please'."
At that he left. Knowing nothing else needed to be said. Sure enough at nine on the dot Pearl entered his office.
As usual she was dressed up in an expensive designer dress. It was royal blue, and reached down to below her knees, she was always one to rule with power, and her Type A personality, instead of with sex appeal. Her high heels, also name brand, elevated her heels six inches off the ground with stiletto spikes.
Her hair was longer, easily down to her shoulder blades, and cascaded in long brunette curls. This accented her delicate oval face that was done up tastefully in expensive makeup.
She walked in against her will, and was breathing heavy at having her body controlled without her say so. As she stood before his desk she heard a slight slurping noise. Not able to see Pam servicing the CEO under his desk she wrote it off as a trick of the acoustics.
"Have a seat Pearl, 'If You Please'."
Immediately her ass was drawn as if by magnetism to one of his office chairs. For a few brief moments she tried to stand up, but after several failed attempts she resigned to her position. She was trapped and she knew it.
Chapter 4 - Getting Started
Pearl had heard of Mark's abilities from Claire, Jenny and them, and now she was deathly afraid of what he might to do her. She knew she had been mean to him, and now that he was in such a position of authority she was at his complete mercy, and she trembled at the possible ramifications.
She had quickly realized that the sucking noise was from some poor girl that was stuck under his desk and forced to service the pervert. She thought she was going to be sick, but maybe she could use his perversion to her advantage. She began to do what she did best, brown nosing. It's what got her as far as she was now, and she thought it would surely work on such a fat, pathetic slob as Mark.
She wasn't opposed to sex, but she had very high standards. Many men that had come on to her had been epically rejected by the beautiful Pearl, and never bounced back from it. She chose who she would sleep with and her standards wouldn't lower to less than a male deity. Once in the bedroom, she demanded absolute control over every detail. The power, more than the act, is what really got her off. Now, however, to have this power so forcefully ripped from her induced a near fatal panic attack.
Her attempt at flattery fell on deaf ears, she needed to restrategize. She tried offering him money, and connections to high rollers. She tried offering to split her success and that together they could rule the world. Again, nothing. He just stayed there enjoying his blow job and staring at Pearl with utter contempt and apathy.
She tried a final attempt, a completely different angle. She parted her legs slightly, and gave him her best "come hither" look that she could muster, and offered that if released she'd make it "worth his while". He laughed.