Notes: Welcome to chapter 8. As usual, we love hearing from you sick pervs.
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The lights to laboratory three blinked on as Sugar and Asmodea entered. Their stiletto heels clicked on the steel floor panels.
Sugar Tits was still getting over the sight of Demona being fucked by Courtney a few yards away. This was completely unlike Demona. Like all who had taken Ambrosia, Demona had an amplified sex drive, Sugar had teeth marks on the inside of her thighs to attest to the doctor's libido. But, other than in the bed they shared with Ray, Demona had always been more... detached. Sex outside their bedroom was mostly just part of Demona's scientific curiosity - test runs with her 'projects'.
But, Demona wasn't testing Courtney. Her face betrayed that it was for pure enjoyment.
Sugar frowned. What of it? So what if Demona was enjoying herself?
Sugar bit her lip. Was she jealous? Was it even possible?
"Sugar? Are you all right?" Asmodea asked.
Sugar snapped out of her troubled thoughts. "What? Yes, I... I was just lost in thought." She smiled and pointed at a medical table near the back of the lab.
A woman lay there under a white sheet.
Asmodea smiled. "She's beautiful."
And, she was. The sheet was pulled up to her long, graceful neck. Raven black hair hung in a single long braid off the end of the table. Her face was beautiful with high cheek bones. The skin was almost olive color, the lips red and full.
The woman under the sheet stared straight up into the air. Her liquid blue eyes were open wide and staring up at the dark ceiling.
"I can't believe this was once a young man." Asmodea whispered.
"Her name is Hecate - all traces of the boy she was have been erased." Sugar slid the thin sheet down, exposing huge gravity defying breasts with dark, turgid nipples and a flat, hard muscled stomach.
The waist was small, cinched in like someone who had spent many hours a day in a tight corset.
"My god, how big..."
"L cups. Go on, feel them."
Asmodea reached out and caressed the huge breasts. "They look like fake breasts, but they are so soft!"
"Demona is an artist." Sugar bit her lip again. What was wrong with her? Why did the doctor's actions bother her so?
Clear milk dripped from the erect nipples.
Asmodea took a drop on her finger and transferred it to her tongue. "Ambrosia... but, I don't recognize the type."
"Futa Formula 1."
"Futa?"
"Short for Futanari..." She pulled the sheet away completely.
Asmodea staggered back.
The woman's legs were long and muscular, her hips were perfection. She was like an amazon goddess.
Except for the massive thirteen inch cock that lay limp between her shapely thighs.
"Goddamn..." Asmodea whispered.
Beyond being huge and attached to a breathtakingly beautiful woman, the cock itself was far from normal. Rather than a plum shaped head, this head was a round, thick disk like that of an animal.
"Demona... showing off." Sugar giggled.
Asmodea grasped it by the thick root and pumped gently. The member began to thicken, growing hard in her small hand. "Mmm, very nice." A single drop of liquid appeared at the tip. She licked it. "The same Ambrosia," she remarked.
"Yes. Teeming with virus."
Asmodea jumped back and released the cock. "What!?"
"Futa Formula 1 is a powerful retrovirus."
Asmodea began to spit and wipe at her lips.
Sugar laughed out loud. "No! No, darling! It's harmless to us. Anyone who has taken transformative Ambrosia is completely immune to the effects."
Asmodea stared at the softening cock. "Are... are you sure?"
Sugar hugged her. "Silly little nun. Do you think I would do anything to hurt you?"
Asmodea sighed and laughed. "You scared the fuck out of me for the second time today."
"Lift her cock," Sugar whispered.
Asmodea pulled the long cock back against the woman's flat stomach. Where the balls were supposed to be at the base of the shaft was a perfect, slick pussy. Asmodea slipped two thin fingers inside.
Hecate's eyes fluttered, and she spread her legs.
"So, is she a shemale?"
"No," Sugar whispered. "If you examined her at the DNA level, she doesn't have a single Y chromosome. 100% female... just with a long, hard cock where her clit should be."
Sugar spanked Asmodea's latex clad ass. "If you want to see the virus in action, we need to go upstairs."
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The captured women lay on the rubber floor and watched as the giant and the robot fucked on the floor in front of them. The little redhead was rubbing herself and moaning with desire as she watched as well.
Rita the Bimbot straddled Ray's massive cock as he lay on his back. Her glistening black rubber cunt lips sucked his thick shaft as she brought her body up almost to the end of his cock. She dilated then and rocked her pink polycarbonate ass down, engulfing him. "Oh, yeah, baby, gimme that thick meat!" She squealed in a voice nothing like her own.
He grabbed her hips, his cock spearing her to the base. "No. Don't do that. Either talk to me in your voice or don't talk." He reached up and tweaked a thick nipple, knowing that Rita could feel it the same as any living woman.
"Fuck you. I'm doing this because I have to." There was venom in her voice.
He reached up and brushed a pink lock of hair away from her doll's face. "I'm not."
Ray loved three women: Sugar, Demona, and this wiseass cyborg who had him close to cumming with her milking machine of a cunt.
Her movements increased in tempo.
Ray groaned and searched the plastic eyes for some spark of the love he felt for her.
There was nothing, only the cold glare of the machine.
Rita slammed down on him with a force that would have made a normal man scream in pain.
Ray's eyes bulged as she reached around behind and grasped his balls. She encircled his nuts with thumb and index finger and pulled gently.
"Cum you motherfucker." She whispered. Her voice.
Ray groaned and came. Jetting what felt like a gallon into her artificial body. He raised up and kissed her red rubber lips.
He turned and whispered in her ear. "I love you, Rita. I truly do."
She said nothing, her body milking him gently as he collapsed back.
After a while, she slid off him, his cock glistening with whatever lubricant concoction the Church engineers had filled her with. "Sanitized, for their protection." She whispered as she walked away pointing at the masturbating women surrounding them.
Ray rose up on his arm and watched as Rita left the cell without looking back.
Hands and lips caressed him. The captive women were clamoring over him, licking the lubricant from his dick. The redhead smiled and kissed him tenderly.
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Sugar Tits and Asmodea led the Futanari amazon down the corridor. Sugar had found the creature a dress. It was made of pink latex and her big breasts stretched the rubber almost to the breaking point. The dress was a loin dress with a wide strip that hung down her front and another that hung down in back. The sides were open, held in place by clasps at her waist. Her naked hips were visible, but the dress hid her long dick that hung almost to her knees. Six inch pink heels completed the look.
