Evolution Unlocked Pt. 05

"When you put it that way, no, I wouldn't have done." Justin replied, looking at the tablet, before looking back to Sam.

"Go ahead, pick it up, take a look at the application, have a play around for a few minutes and see what you think."

Sam watched as Justin picked up the tablet and started to get engrossed. For the first minute of two, he'd look up every few seconds as if to check it was ok. Then Sam could both see the focus come down on his face and also hear the mental awe and intrigue growing as Justin clearly dived deeper into the firewall. Sam didn't want to interrupt, but after about 7 or 8 minutes of Justin clearly being engrossed and also hearing the mental enthusiasm work up to a frenzy, Sam Coughed.

Justin looked up, brought out of his revery for a second.

"Does that look interesting Justin?"

Justin licked his lips nervously, totally unaware that his mind was screaming, yes, yes, yes.

"Yes." He replied flatly.

"Well that is a mere trifle, compared to what you would be working with, if you came to work for me. I know, you want to know more, but I cannot tell you more here. If you can arrange to come to a meeting at my house in a couple of weeks time, I promise I can explain more and get into specifics. Assuming that's of interest?"

Sam knew Justin had already made up his mind, however clearly the charade needed to be maintained at least for now.

"Yes, I can come." Justin said in his flat monotone, unaware that Sam could hear his mind going ten to the dozen, with all kinds of overlapping, but also somewhat random questions he wanted answers to.

"Is it ok, for Jasmine to send you a message, with more details?" Sam asked quietly?

"Yes." Justin replied.

"Is there anything else you want to ask now?" Sam asked.

"Not that I can think of." Justin replied again, flatly.

"So, you don't want to know that it would pay a lot? Six figures plus?" Sam asked, trying not to laugh at how the thought had not even occurred to Justin. He was hungry for knowledge, not money. Sam felt the flash of chagrin, run through Justin's mind as he realised he hadn't even asked that most basic question, before it occurred to him that was quite funny.

"Well that would be nice." Justin laughed.

"Could I keep the tablet?" Justin asked politely, knowing the answer would almost certainly be no, but desperate to ask anyway.

"I'm afraid not Justin. I've sold the firewall jointly to the UK and US governments and although I can use it happily for my own private and commercial purposes, I'm not allowed to let it get out there. However you can have a longer closer look if you want, when you come to the meeting?"

"Oh, Ok." Justin replied, his mind immediately leaping forward to the point where he'd be able to learn more.

"Very well, then please enjoy the rest of your coffee and I look forward to meeting you in a couple of weeks time." Sam said softly.

"Ok."

Sam, didn't exactly race back home, but knowing where they were going, did put a certain urgency into getting home in good time. As soon as he'd gotten in the car, he'd brought up the interface and set the nanites to reducing his testicular size and capacity, settling on quarter of a litre of sperm per ejaculation. The nanites prompted that this allowed further upgrades and Sam selected a further 2% increase in overall muscle mass.

He rang the jet service and confirmed that the timings they needed to follow. It was so much simpler and easier than normal airlines and he was glad that they would likely be using private jets in future, heck if things worked out well, he'd defintely consider buying a plane of his own at some point. Although he chuckled when he considered the fact that with Victoria's gravity theory, they might well end up with an anti-grav plane instead if they worked at it.

Once he got home, Sam had a quick chat with Jasmine to see how she was getting along and to let her know they would be gone for a few days. He mused for a moment as he realised he now considered the AI as her and wondered when that switch had thrown in his head, but bringing himself back to reality, he headed upstairs.

Rebecca and Victoria were clearly close to finishing packing a small case each, although Sam did have an internal smile when he realised that a significant amount of what was in the case were shoes.

"Well, the clothes we will be wearing do not take up much room master." Rebecca said teasingly, as she saw the expression on his face.

"Good." Sam laughed, before pulling out his case and starting to put a few things inside, before heading to the bathroom and grabbing the few things he wanted and popping those in the case and shutting it.

"So are you two ready?"

"Yes sir," they both answered in unison.

"Looking forward to your first trip in a private jet?"

"Oh yes sir," they both smirked. "Looking forward to joining the mile high club master?"

"Well, lets not assume." Sam replied laughing.

"Oh we aren't assuming master," they both almost purred. "The only way it's not happening is if we get a male prude of cabin staff." Rebecca chuckled.

It was less than two hours later that they climbed the small flight of steps onto the private jet.

"Welcome aboard Mr Northrop, I am Connie your attendant for today, if you and your companions would care to take your seats, I will let the Pilot know we are ready to go."

"Thank you Connie," Sam said, able to stand up fully after getting through the doorway.

Sam heard a mental giggle from both the girls, as they watched Connie's reaction, he guessed it a combination of the pheromones and also his size. Even he had to admit that he did look good in the Jeans, fitted shirt and Jacket he had chosen to wear.

As he stepped further into the plane and took one of the comfortable looking leather chairs he couldn't help but notice Connie's gaze had been drawn from him to the utterly gorgeous Rebecca and Victoria and with that gaze, Connie's eye's had widened a little further and the flush in her face had deepened. He couldn't help himself and he opened his mind to Connie and felt the arousal in her as she looked at the ladies, clearly Connie, had no issues appreciating the female form and the sight of his two utterly gorgeous ladies, both dressed in a sensuous and slightly, but not overly provocative way, had affected her.

As Connie's gaze returned to himself, he felt the curiosity increase in her, the wonder of how and why this admittedly magnetic man had the two most gorgeous women she'd ever seen with him and the small thought of whether they were both truly with him.

Although the girls managed to keep their faces totally impassive, he felt the mental giggles from both of them as first Rebecca, then Victoria, bent down to kiss him gently on the cheek and both gently, but loudly enough for Connie to hear, said. "Thank you Sir, this is wonderful." Before they each took their seats.

Connie's face demonstrated the slight fluster she clearly felt, as her mind worked rapidly and her eyes took in the collar's around both the girls necks and the dawning of realisation bloomed in her mind at the same time as Sam felt the arousal within her suddenly spike.

Sam was impressed though at Connie's composure as her face barely registered her own thoughts and feelings and she sat herself in the jump seat at the front of the Cabin and asked them all to fasten their seat belts for take-off.

He had thought about the concentrating effect of the pheromones and what effect it might have on the attendant, but Connie's appearance and her initial reactions to them, as well as the thoughts and feelings he could feel coming off her, had turned that into a fairly serious curiosity.

"We'd wondered the same," Rebecca thought to him, "although it does give you a chance to sit back and observe the effects." She added, with a mental laugh.

"Why, what are you two up to?" Sam thought.

"Well Sir," Rebecca placed special emphasis on the sir. "Firstly your pheromones are something you really need to understand better, how they affect people, especially women. You could consider this a test, observe her mentally and emotionally, whilst your pheromones take more and more effect, you know she's already reacted strongly to you. But now you can observe both her mental and emotional state as the concentration ramps up.

Also, given that we all want to join the mile high club, your sex pheromones are going to get wafted into the air and you've set them at higher levels than the normal ones, so again we can see how this affects someone. Who knows, maybe she'll get desperate to join in and help us tame your beast." She giggled mentally.

"Princess, you know, just as well as I do, why I've got no intention of fucking any woman, who isn't going to be mine. Are you trying to suggest you two want Connie to be mine?" he replied.

"Sam, I know why you feel that way, but given how you affect people, especially women, would it not be a good idea to get a better understanding of how you actually affect them without the nanites in the equation? Not that I would suggest you fuck the poor girl, she does need to be able to walk at some point in a couple of hours time after all.

What I'm referring to, is seeing what happens, if she wants to taste your pre cum and cum and the effect it has on her. I'm sure you'd love to see that pretty young thing licking your monstrous cock tasting you." She whispered seductively...

"You two are incorrigible." He laughed mentally.

"Yes Sir," they both replied seductively.

Sam could see the point that they were making, he really did need to know. He didn't like the potential manipulation aspect of the idea, so resolved to make sure he monitored Connie mentally and emotionally to make sure he wasn't getting her doing anything that she might not actually want to.

"Would you like anything to drink or eat sir?" Connie asked gently as she approached Sam.

"Could we have some Champagne please Connie." He replied, monitoring her reactions and surface thoughts.

He could feel her desire to remain professional, and that she was trying to resist the arousal she could feel within herself, as well as her own confusion about why she felt that way. But likewise he could also feel the fact that a significant part of her just wanted to go with it and let things happen. He had to stifle a laugh, when the thought "Get a grip girl!" flashed through her head.

Sam got up and went to the back of the plane to use the facilities.

Connie came back with a bottle and three glasses and Rebecca could see and feel the clear and momentary confusion, coupled with disappointment, that Sam wasn't there.

She turned and offered the glasses to Rebecca and Victoria after putting one down on Sam's table. Rebecca couldn't help but notice the self-conscious and almost embarrassed glances Connie made at both of them and also the collars they were wearing.

She was wondering if they meant what she thought they did, but was trying to stifle the question that kept wanting to come out, because of how unprofessional it would be. Her embarrassment was rising by the second at the thought she might blurt it out.

As Connie poured her Champagne, Rebecca sent some reassurance at her, feeling the poor girl start to feel slightly less self-conscious.

"Your curious about these aren't you?" Rebecca said gently, touching her collar.

She had to truly tamp down the urge to laugh as her question caused a whole swift raft of emotions to flood through Connie and make her want to run, from mortification, through curiosity, arousal, the whole gamut and range.

Rebecca reached out gently touched Connie's hand. "It's totally fine Connie, you don't need to be embarrassed." She said softly, sending more waves of emotional reassurance to calm the girl.

"I'd be curious too, there's honestly nothing wrong with it." She added, as Connie glanced over at Victoria, who smiled in reassurance.

She could feel the tension slowly start to ebb away, as the curiosity burned more brightly in Connie.

"The answer to your question is yes, these do mean we are both his." She said softly still holding Connie's hand gently.

Connie swallowed and Rebecca could hear the questions start to flit around in her head.

"I've read about such things." Connie whispered, her eyes rivetted to the collar around Rebecca's neck, "but I never...." She slowly tailed off.

"Thought, you'd meet not just one, but two women, claimed by the same man?" Rebecca said gently, saying the words, Connie's mouth was clearly struggling to let out.

Connie's eyes rose and she gently nodded.

"What's it like?" she almost whispered.

Rebecca could feel the curiosity was still there, but she could also feel the pangs of yearning rising up within Connie, the wonder of what it would be like, the desire to experience it, coupled with the fear, fear of other people's responses, what if the man was a monster and a myriad of other things. But the curiosity and desire to know burned brightest.

"Sit down, Connie." Rebecca said softly. "Honestly, it's truly ok, to ask, I can see how badly you want to know more, so ask away. Total honesty, no judgement I promise." She said, sending further waves of reassurance to Connie, glad to see the tension slowly ease inside the poor girl.

Sam had felt and heard what was going on and elected to stay at the back of the plane and give Rebecca time.

"So you wanted to know what it's like?" Rebecca asked and Connie nodded.

"Well, I can only tell you what it's like for me.... But that's not really the question is it.." she said softly.

"But the answer from mine and Victoria here's perspective, is wonderful. It's hard to describe, but all at once I feel utterly safe, secure, truly loved and all the worries I previously had are gone. I get to spend my time with the best man I've ever met, as well as with my best friend, who knows exactly how I feel.

I feel content, loved, appreciated and most importantly able to be myself... and let's not forget the most amazing sex and orgasms I suspect any woman has ever known." She added with a laugh.

Connie, looked up, her eyes showing the disbelief warring with her desire to believe the last part.

"Connie, I know us ladies, all like to think that. I know we love to brag to each other about how fantastic our man is, how big his cock is and how badly he fucks the shit out of us, at least when we think that." She laughed

"But this is not a competition for me or Victoria, it's a simple statement of fact. Sam is special, I know you've felt that, I know how wet he's made your panties already." Connie couldn't help but look guilty.

"It's totally and utterly fine Connie, honestly. You'd need to be a rock not to get wet for Sam. Does it look like either of us are even slightly jealous?"

Connie, looked possibly even more confused and Rebecca could feel her emotions were struggling to deal with the situation.

"Connie," she continued. "This collar is not for show. Sam owns me. I'm his. This isn't slavery or something, although I freely admit I do love being his princess sex slave. There is something deep within me and lots of women, a need for want of a better word. The need to be truly and completely claimed. We both offered ourselves to him, to be his, completely and utterly, with nothing held back. I think you know that feeling.

He accepted that gift, took me, claimed me and loves me and made damn certain I've not regretted that decision for even the slightest moment.

I'd spent my life making decisions that I came to regret, ignoring urges that I felt, but didn't understand. I was confused, repressed and not being who I truly was. I understand why I made those choices, why I ignored my own feelings and desires. But I got lucky, so fucking lucky I cannot even begin to describe how lucky. I met Sam and he gave me a chance to start over, to not regret my choices before him.

Now, instead of being stuck in a miserable life, with so many regrets you couldn't possibly understand. I love wearing Sam's collar around my neck, calling him master, loving him, having his babies growing inside me and to getting to spend every single day of the rest of my life with him."

Connie's expression and her emotions still warred within her, but Rebecca could see which side was winning, as she glanced at Victoria.

"I feel almost exactly the same way Connie, although I suspect that I'm more submissive than Rebecca. I adore knowing I'm his utterly, that his marks are on my body and that I'm growing his babies inside me. When he bred me." She moaned gently remembering her breeding. "It was the most amazing experience of my life."

Connie's eyes widened a little. "You're both pregnant, with his babies?"

They both nodded.

Rebecca could feel the urges within Connie and smiled internally to herself.

"Now Connie, don't you think it would be a good idea to get our pilots some coffee or something?"

"Oh god yes." Connie jumped up and rushed off as Sam came back to his seat.

"Come here Princess." He said softly, pointing to his lap.

"Yes Master." She whispered reverently, as she climbed into his lap facing him.

"Have I ever told you, how amazing you are and how much I love you?" he said softly, holding her face gently as he lost himself in her eyes.

Her eyes told him everything as they connected and he pulled her firmly against him, kissing her and pouring everything he felt into the connection and the kiss.

"I'm yours, always yours," she whispered as his thoughts and feelings made her cum spontaneously.

"Now, now, Princess, you'll soak my trousers if you keep doing that." He chided gently.

"Please sir, may we please you." She whispered hungrily, lovingly as she slowly rubbed his rapidly hardening cock through his trousers.

"And what do you think poor Connie is going to do if you do that?" he whispered, fully aware that Connie could see what was happening and was getting both incredibly aroused and also more than a little conflicted as she filled the coffee pot for the pilots. He could feel the need within Connie, she desperately wanted to see him take Rebecca, but was also worried about her ability to control herself.

"Well, I'm hoping that she will lose that control and give into the feelings she has within her and maybe get a small taste of my wonderful masters cum?" Rebecca whispered seductively in his ear.

"Are you going to corrupt every poor girl we come across?" Sam whispered teasingly back.

"Only those that want it and those that you want?" She giggled.

"I'm not corrupting her anyway, just helping her release the true person she is inside. Have you felt it?" she whispered mentally.

Sam slowly drew back a little and nodded. "She's beautiful inside and out." He projected, before feeling guilty about desiring another yet another woman.

"Stop that, right now." Rebecca said softly, looking in his eyes. "Don't you dare feel guilty for appreciating true beauty, or desiring it... Stop denying yourself Sam. Are any of those thoughts selfish? No, they damn well aren't, you want to protect them, give them what they want, make them happy. Would you fuck a woman, simply because you could? Well?"

"No." Sam replied wistfully.

"So stop fucking beating yourself up about it! It's a little endearing at times, but could you please stop the "I'm not worthy" thinking, it's getting tiring. You know how we feel, so, just stop with it ok."

Sam looked in her eyes and nodded gently.

"I promise to try Princess." He whispered.

"Good, now, we are going to please you and if Connie wishes to join in, then you will not only let her, but you will encourage her, is that clear? I want you to show her what you've shown us, that being submissive and wanting to be claimed and owned by an amazing man is nothing to be even slightly ashamed of." she whispered mentally.