By Wayne and Ann Triskelion
Comments welcome...
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Fifteen Nautical Miles East of Latigo Key
Sailors lowered the launch down from the upper deck of the freighter. Corazon de Balboa was a medium-sized freighter flying under a Panamanian flag but the boys in Langley could tell you it was actually owned and operated by the Cuban Resistance. Long ago, she had participated in the ill-fated Bay of Pigs Invasion.
In 1989, she was used to ferry supplies from Miami to support the anti-Castro freedom fighters.
What the boys in Langley didn't know in 1989 was the freedom fighters in the Cuban jungle were under the command, or rather the
control
, of a former Catholic nun known only as Sister.
They were also no longer quite human.
On the launch, Nurse Cordelia Heron held onto the wooden bench with both hands as the launch descended toward the gentle waves. It felt wonderful to finally be in her true uniform.
For the past decade she had worn simple jungle fatigues as she tended the wounds of partisans wounded in skirmishes.
The CIA recruited her from the UCLA School of Nursing back in 1978. She was a patriot - a notion that seemed hopelessly naive now. Everything changed when Sister took over her little jungle hospital. Cordelia and the other nurses and doctors had been spirited away in the middle of the night on a speedboat.
Morpheus had taken Cordelia and the others, molding their bodies and minds - their appetites as well. They had been called to greater service than that of countries or political ideologies.
They were going to change the whole world.
They were going to change the very concept of humanity.
She had almost cried when Sister forced them to wear their fatigues again once they returned to the jungle. Cotton didn't feel right against her skin.
She smiled. There was no reason to hide any longer. They were invading the United States, not cowering in some hole in the jungle.
She wore her tight, white and red latex nurse's outfit, her nipples clearly outlined by the rubber dress.
Cordelia smiled at the sailor holding the boat's tiller.
He couldn't take his eyes off the nurses.
A huge bulge tented his fatigues.
She spread her legs, letting him see her hairless pussy. No more need for the uncomfortable panties - they soaked through in less than an hour and had to be replaced constantly in the hot jungle.
Cordelia loved the feel of the sea air blowing across her firm thighs and up her short skirt.
The sailor was staring, enthralled by her pussy.
He almost fell out of the boat when, reaching the end of the ropes, the hull finally touched the ocean waves and the launch bucked up and then down.
Cordelia laughed playfully as he blushed crimson. "Amy? Tend to the ensign."
"
Madre Dios
," he whispered as Amy, a tall redheaded nurse walked in her heels across the pitching deck of the small boat.
Amy's footing was sure. They were the next generation of Transformed, the soldiers like the man at the tiller being far from the perfection of Cordelia and her colleagues.
Amy stood a head taller than the soldier. "English," she said as she ran her finger down his uniform shirt. "If you speak Spanish? I'll stop."
"Stop... what?"
Amy laughed. "This." She lowered herself gracefully into a crouch on the heels. She reached out and unzipped his fatigues.
"Oh, my God," he moaned.
"Better," Amy said. She reached into his pants. Then she nodded and looked over her shoulder at the other nurses. "Vintage... 1986 by the girth."
The nurses began to laugh.
Amy hauled out his cock - a thirteen-inch python already dripping with precum. She lowered her lips to kiss the head.
Then she stopped. "Don't you have to... start the engine or something?"
The other nurses had already released the bow and stern lines.
The sailor jumped. "Oh,
si
!"
Amy looked up disapprovingly. "Uh, uh. Bad boy."
"Sorry! Sorry. I... have to start the engine!" He pressed a button and the engine sputtered to life.
The little boat headed west.
"Good boy," Amy whispered.
She engulfed his cock to the balls.
"Jesus! Oh, fuck!"
Amy bobbed up and down on his big dick.
Cordelia smiled. "Try to keep us on course, ensign."
"Yes, Ma'am," the man stammered.
She fingered herself gently as Amy blew the sailor.
Of course, they fucked with abandon back in the jungle as well but out here? There was a joy beyond lust. They were finally doing the job they were meant to do.
And Cordelia and the other nurses now
looked
the part.
"Fucking throat is amazing," the ensign moaned.
Amy stroked him with lips, tongue, and throat. Her hands firmly on his buttocks and not stroking his cock.
Had he ever been sucked this way?
Cordelia doubted it.
Amy slipped one hand down and pulled on the ensign's bull balls as she sucked.
Cordelia laughed. In a few minutes, Amy would shove her middle finger up his ass and hit his prostate. What would follow would be a torrent of screaming grunts and a tidal wave of cum.
She was familiar with boats. If necessary, Cordelia could put them back on course should the ensign pass out. Early generations of Transformed - prototypes - were not always able to recover from a hard cum like the newer models.
Dr. Thompson, the Whoremaster prototype was a notable exception. Though no woman could take his massive cock in her pussy or ass, two to three women working together could rub him to orgasm.
Cordelia had taken part in one of those particular orgies, though she had to step away before Thompson ejaculated a fire hose blast of cum that covered the other two nurses in cream.
She had envied the heavy glazing the other two received; however, the other two nurses were
unbound
- fully transformed but bound to no one. Whoremaster cum did nothing but make them feel happy to be alive.
Cordelia's transformation was incomplete. Finishing Ambrosia directly from a Whoremaster or mixed up in a lab would bind her forever to the DNA donor.
She requested to remain incomplete until she found someone to be bound to. Some called her a hopeless romantic, and, what of it? She was one of the professionals, serving not only with sexual skills but also with medical prowess. Didn't she also deserve to find an eternal soulmate?
She hesitated to say 'love'. Love might be misconstrued as a desire for marriage.
Marriage was something strictly forbidden by Sister.
"I hear there are Whoremasters on the island," Nurse Charlotte said beside her.
She looked at the big breasted blonde and nodded. "Several."
Charlotte looked around nervously. "We might get bound."
Cordelia stroked her hair. "Maybe." Of the seven nurses on the launch, only she and Charlotte were incomplete and waiting for finishing Ambrosia.
Charlotte touched Cordelia's thigh. "We might get bound together."
Cordelia leaned in and kissed her.
Her lips were warm and coated with salty spray from the ocean.
Before Morpheus, Cordelia Heron considered Sapphic lust a disease. Now it felt perfectly normal, and she couldn't understand what ever made her think it wasn't.
Especially with Charlotte.
Charlotte laid her head on Cordelia's shoulder. "Together, okay? Please, Cordelia?"
"Then stay close to me on the island," Cordelia whispered.
"You're going to, aren't you? You're going to find a Whoremaster. We'll be part of a group forever!"
"Shh, keep your voice down," Cordelia laughed. "Stick to me like glue when we get to the island."
"I'll be joined to your hip," Charlotte laughed.
"Charlotte, honey, this is a different situation we're walking into. Morpheus isn't here to... explain... the way he was with us when we were transformed."
"I know but they'll want this when they understand..."
Cordelia smiled and kissed her. "Maybe. Maybe not. But even if we find a Whoremaster we like? He may not be willing, and you can't blame them. They've been under mind control for years and they are going to be both terrified and pissed."
Charlotte smiled. "We'll win them over."
"If anybody can? It'll be you." Though Charlotte was one of the professionals, she had emerged from transformation with an innocent outlook close to one of the street whore prototypes.
"Fuck!" The ensign screamed as he unloaded in Amy's throat, her finger lodged deep in his butt.
Cordelia looked at the ensign's face and saw it go slack. She tensed to take the tiller should he fall.
He shook his head and laughed. "You were amazing," he said to Amy.
Amy winked and stood up. She walked back over and sat down beside Charlotte as the ensign returned to his tiller.
Amy smiled and pressed her lips against Charlotte's.
Charlotte moaned as Amy filled her mouth with the ensign's cum.
Amy leaned back. "Delicious, isn't he?"
Charlotte giggled with her mouth full of cum. She leaned over and pressed her lips against Cordelia's.
Cordelia swallowed the salty cream, tasting the hint of licorice that marked the high Ambrosia content. "Mmm... very nice."
Before her transformation, would she have ever dreamed of taking part in any of these erotic games? No, she didn't think so. She couldn't be sure, though. The old her seemed like an alien being - someone she had read about or met in a dream.
Another nurse stood up and began shrugging out of her latex dress as she walked toward the sailor.
Cordelia shook her head.
"No,
por favor
!" The sailor cried. "I cannot steer..."
Cordelia walked past the laughing nurse.
She looked down at the sailor. "Service them."
"
Si
... yes, nurse!" The sailor said as Cordelia took the tiller.
He stood up and Cordelia sat down in his place.
The sailor began tearing off his fatigues.
The nurses pounced on him, dragging him down as they finished stripping him bare.
The naked nurse laughed in victory as she squatted over him, taking his cock deep in her pussy.
Animals
, Cordelia thought.
We're like animals now, sating our lusts with whomever is handy
.
But wasn't that more honest? Wasn't this more natural?
She looked down at the compass and corrected their course two degrees to port.
Cordelia smiled at the nurses as they used the more than willing sailor - had the crew drawn lots to see who would accompany them to shore? Had he laughed when he won? Had the other sailors slapped him on the back and congratulated him?
Yes,
she imagined.
Yes, they had
