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Demona cuffed the last of the captive women into surgical chairs. "There. Man, lot of work to do."
"Can I help?" Courtney said. She was staring wide eyed at the women strapped to the chairs.
Fuck, I didn't think about
... Demona stood up straight. "Courtney, honey, I know this must be confusing, what we're doing?" What was wrong with her? To Courtney, this was supposed to be some kind of hospital, not some mad scientist's sex slave factory.
"You're fixing them," Courtney said. "They're not right. You're making them right."
"You understand what that means?"
"Sure. Everyone has their place. Some people have to become whores to keep people happy. That's Morpheus's plan - no more wars because everyone will have their wildest fantasies come true. It's going to be utopia."
Sugar. She must have indoctrinated her, among other things.
"I want to help," Courtney said with a smile.
"Why?"
"Well, I want to be a doctor, like you. I don't want to be a whore - I want to contribute. I mean, more than just being a stupid cum dump like these sluts are going to be."
"Fuck me," Demona whispered.
Courtney was smiling at her. A true believer and complete sociopath. "Where do I start?"
"You might want ear plugs. The aphrodisiac spiked water is wearing off. When they come out of it, they're going to be wailing like banshees."
Courtney laughed. "I don't mind screaming. What can I do to help?"
Demona bit her lip. "Okay. There's a medical cart in the other lab. Get me syringes, lots of them. And, bottles from the cabinets labeled Titty Grow, Booty Max, Slutifier, and Gam Grow."
"Got it, anything else?"
Demona's eyes narrowed. Was she really this brainwashed? "Yeah. There's an instrument back there, it looks like a dildo with a pistol grip. We use it to dilate their cervixes and open their wombs to accept bigger cocks. It also sterilizes them - you okay with that?"
Courtney laughed. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" She turned and ran to get the cart.
Demona watched her run off. Then she blinked and shook her head. "Oh, I have got to have a long talk with Sugar."
Ray was on the other side of the room with a redhead. He had laid her on a gurney and now stood stroking her hair.
"Who's your friend?" Demona asked.
"I call her Rose. Not sure what her name actually is... was."
Demona examined the girl's eyes. "She's under your control - didn't know you had it in you."
"Yeah, day's full of surprises."
"So, what are we doing with her?" She took a step back and estimated Rose's height. "Too short for street whore. You know what that means..."
"She's mine. I'm taking her."
"What?!" Demona took a step back. This was way out of character for Ray - he only had eight spots in his harem left for all eternity. "Jesus, did you tell Sugar?"
"No. It's my decision, not Sugar's." He looked up at Demona. "And not yours."
"Okay, okay, don't get all alpha male on me."
The redhead laid her head on Ray's bear paw of a right hand. "Sorry, Demona. I'm just... it's been a long day."
Demona took his other hand and squeezed. "It's okay, big guy. I'm yours too, remember?"
Ray smiled. "Yeah, I know."
"She must be awfully special."
Ray laughed. "I tried to take her to level nine..."
"Are you crazy? You went to nine alone?"
"Church said to lobotomize her. I just couldn't, Demona."
Demona nodded. Despite the monsters they had become, Ray still had a heart. "What do you want done?"
"No height mods. Give her DDDs and slutify her. Don't change anything else."
***
"Unnh, I think I'm going to..." Emily moaned.
"No, no. Asmodea stop sucking," Sugar said.
Sam was straining his neck to see the tangle of bodies on the floor. He couldn't get a good view.
Emily had to be drugged. She was talking about having a cock for God's sake!
The big amazon bitch was standing with her back to Sam.
His cock had shrunk after the humiliating hand job, and the cum was dried on his stomach.
Why had Emily betrayed him? If the woman called Sugar was telling the truth, Emily could have gotten them released.
Instead, she had made love to a woman! Actually had sex with her.
"You disgust me,"
she had said.
Sam was ashamed of his small cock that had retreated into his body after cumming.
"Please, Sugar, I need to..." Emily pleaded from somewhere on the floor.
"No. I know you need to, but this needs to be special," Sugar said. She stood up.
Sam felt lust stir inside him - it was a normal reaction. The woman was impossibly tall, at least six and a half feet with tits like fucking watermelons.
She stood with her back to him, fists on her latex clad hips. "Stand up, honey."
The nun stood up first and helped Emily to her feet.
Sam screamed. What she had said... he had thought she was high on some drug.
His wife stood in front of him, huge fake tits bobbing, nipples leaking clear fluid onto the floor below.
At her crotch, an eight inch cock with a wide head curved up toward the ceiling.
Sam shook his head.
Oh, God, what have they done to her?
The amazon turned, displaying a flacid cock at least five inches longer than Emily's.
Sam screamed again. This was a nightmare.
Sugar and Asmodea looked at him with mischievous grins.
