The world of Transformations is one very much like our own, but in this reality, the Church of Morpheus, a shadowy, perverse organization has taken power in Cuba. Now, they are extending their tentacles of depravity into the rest of the world.
Their aim is simple: to control the world by driving humanity into specific roles, with a class of brainwashed whores to keep the masses entertained.
The church is devious, and it will stop at nothing to draw its victims into a world of mind-controlled lust and perversion.
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Gwen screamed and squirted another load of girl juice into Alex's waiting mouth. "Hard Fucking Alex," only he hadn't fucked her yet. He had eaten her out for the last half hour, taking three squirting orgasms and drinking her juices down.
She couldn't take any more. "Fuck me. Alex, please, do it."
Alex laughed and slid up her body.
She felt the immense cock as big as her arm slide up her thighs. "The Cunt Tamer," that's what they had tattooed on his beautiful cock. She wanted to be tamed. She wanted the hymen gone, destroyed.
She wanted to be his.
She pushed him back and he let her. Her mouth found the broad head of his cock, the fingertip width urethra. She stuck her tongue inside and he groaned.
Precum flooded her mouth and she orgasmed. Ambrosia! Ambrosia was pouring out of his cock! She sucked it down and stretched her mouth open wide. She had an image of herself taking his immense girth into her throat.
He pushed her away gently, whispering softly to her.
He drew her up into his arms.
She whined, stroking his cock.
"Not yet. Shh."
She cried and slapped at his chest. "Stop torturing me! You made me like this and now you won't satisfy me. You're psychotic."
He wrapped his arms tight around her. "I promised you thirty-six hours. They're almost up."
"Fuck me and then I'll decide." The thing in her abdomen was working double time, making her speak in vulgarities that she would never have dreamed of using a few hours before.
He chuckled. "If I cum in you or on you, the decision will be made, Gwen."
She let herself be drawn against his broad hairless chest. "What is that supposed to mean?"
He kissed her lips gently. "My cum is super concentrated Ambrosia."
"I don't understand..."
"My cum will make you fall in love with me, deeply. It will make you younger, immortal. You won't grow old and you won't ever get sick."
"That's..."
"Ridiculous? You mean like shots that make you taller or your titties grow? Shots that turn you into a complete whore?"
She rubbed back against him. "So, I'm going to live forever?"
He kissed her neck. "If you choose. Or, you can go back to your world - for as long as it lasts. The church is going to take over the world without firing a shot. Eventually, everyone will join us."
"Do I look like her?"
He was silent.
"Your wife. Do I look like her?"
He kissed her hair. "No. But, she would have liked you. You are both strong willed."
"Did you choose this life? It's okay if you did."
"No. They chose me. I went through the same terrifying experiences as you. There's a basement room under the Temple of Morpheus in Havana. It makes my little laboratory look like a fun park." He whispered in her ear. "They experiment there."
"Experiment?"
"They're always looking for new modifications, new perversions. It's the most frightening place I've ever seen."
She shivered in his arms. "How can they be so monstrous?"
"That's the reason I don't want you to take my cum until you decide. It also turns you dark, taints you with evil. Part of you will turn cruel, not all, but part."
"Like you?" she whispered.
He kissed her neck. "Yes."
***
Sugar Tits paced back and forth in the alley. She had given Kimiko and Melanie about a gallon of breast milk each, and now they were locked in a sixty-nine in the van. She had changed into a fresh black latex halter and micro mini.
The boys stood a few feet away, still displaying hard-ons in their tight jeans.
"So, boys we have a problem," she said as she pointed to the two women contentedly slurping sperm from each other's pussies in the van. "I can't dose them with booby milk forever - sooner or later they're going to come to their senses. And, then we're all fucked."
"What do you mean?" Hank said. He looked nervous.
Donny rolled his eyes. "They were on the aphrodisiac milk when we had them. We all were."
Sugar Tits laughed. "You think the cops are going to believe that?"
Donny shook his head.
"What are we going to do?" Anonymous boy whined. "I can't go to jail."
"Nobody's going to jail, dipshit," Jimmy growled.
"No, we're not," Sugar Tits said. "I'm going to take them back to the people who did this to me. Maybe they can make them like me."
Donny turned to leave. "Good luck."
"I'll need one of you to go with me. Melanie will beat me to death if she comes out of the sex fog," Sugar Tits said.
Jimmy grinned. "Let's go."
"No, not you."
Jimmy frowned. "Huh?"
"You're a great lay, Jimmy, but I need Donny."
"Fuck you," Donny said as he turned away again and headed out of the alley.
"Then everybody goes to jail," Sugar Tits said.
Donny spun around. "You did this to her! Whatever the fuck you gave her, whatever you gave all of us, you ruined us."
"Your little bitch loved deep throating my dick," Jimmy said.
Donny threw a right hook that connected with Jimmy's jaw and sent him face down on the asphalt.
Jimmy staggered onto his hands and knees. He sat up and rubbed his jaw.
"Go ahead, get up. I'll break your fucking neck," Donny said.
Jimmy crawled away and then stood with the other two boys.
Sugar Tits took Donny's hand.
He tried to pull away but she held it firm.
"Just help me get them there, then you can leave."
Donny sighed and climbed into the back of the van.
"What are we supposed to do?" Jimmy asked.
Sugar Tits shrugged. "Finish your shift making pizzas. When you come back to work tomorrow, wait until about closing time and call the cops. Tell them you haven't seen Kimiko or Melanie."
