Strange Queens Ch. 04

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Albert was lying in bed with his girlfriend Tiffany, panting. Sweat and other bodily fluids coated his front and he could feel the sheets sticking to his bare skin. Beside him, Tiffany snuggled against his firm and muscular chest. He could feel her soft arms on his flank, her firm and absolutely divine apple-tits pressed into his side, one leg over his and the other under him. A cool patch on his leg where her vagina was pressed against him chilled gently in the air, her slick mound leaving a lather on his thigh as she gently sighed in sleep.

Albert hadn't read the documents he'd been given from Kapplin. He hadn't even remembered the briefcase that had been given to him with Tiffany. In the short few hours after his 'upgrade', all he'd been able to think of was sex. He had been completely consumed by the overpowering, driving urge to inseminate every single female he saw, and it had only been thanks to a backhand from his own father that had stopped him from doing just that to Chelsea in the back seat of their mini-limo.

Far from a changed mind, however, Albert was all still there. Kapplin hadn't given or taken anything from him, mentally speaking. His 'upgrade' had been one of the many physical experiments undertaken at the research wing of the plant. Featuring a state of the art power system and a fully integrated biometric computing core, it was something one might expect to see in a porn video, and at that only an animated one purely due to how out-of-this-world its functions were.

Titled the Personal Electric Neutralised Insemination System, or P.E.N.I.S. by the storefront of Kapplin's sales division, the mechanical and biomedical unit is an install-only upgrade to the normal human member. It features a full pelvic reinforcement, complete with steel plates inside the pelvis and dual low-powered pistons adjoining the device itself to the steel reinforcements. Inside the penis, the majority of the original organ is removed, maintaining the blood chambers responsible for erecting the member and the outer skin, foreskin if possible. Stretched out, the space inside is converted into a strong, cylindrical chamber made of a malleable plastic and metal sheath which can actively extend to full length and retract tightly together upon command thanks to specific electrical stimulus.

Inside the chamber is a series of sacs with tubes intertwining at a single opening, around which is a mechanical membrane that actively massages each sac and tube individually depending on required fluid. The same membrane network can close of other tubes or open them specifically, acting like a muscular series of sphincters that effortlessly close and open the inner tubing as needed.

But the real magic is inside the base, or lower shaft on the more well-endowed, where a housing not unlike the chamber for a bullet in a gun resides. Accessible from the exterior when fully erect, the chamber can open at any time on command, taking a section of penile skin with it for camouflage, and can be used to administer any kind of fluid the user so wishes the appropriate proprietary vial.

Behind this chamber, inside the fleshy base of the pelvis, is housed a small cell processor inside the flesh. Networked by fibre wires into the mechanics of the device, once connected to the nervous system, this processor is supplied all the power it needs from the brain and controls the complex penile device. From when to erect to necessary size for appropriate pleasure or insemination, to when to retract, to the reactions of the manoeuvrable membrane and chamber connected to the two micro-pistons, this processor comes with a tiny on board flash memory and is the programmed centre of the patient's upgrades. Thanks to its integration with the nervous system, it can even interact and help guide the body and mind towards certain actions, as well as control the flow of hormones and natural semen from the testicles.

Albert's upgrade had been the latest version of the mechanical cock, version seven. It featured even more sacs inside, as well as a double strength, lighted membrane and twice the manoeuvrability from it. With correct concentration, one can actually make their penile upgrade actually bend one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, and is intended as a useful tool for those hard-to-reach sex targets. It can also light up, rings of multi-coloured light underneath the skin of the shaft, a lovely aesthetic touch for those that are willing to pay.

Tiffany had felt the joy of that mechanical cock and its functions. In fact she had felt it in three different places around her body, and she hadn't stopped loving it the moment she saw it. Despite the fact that she had been programmed from her evolutionary single-cell DNA roots right through to her active thoughts to love and worship her Master, regardless of whether Tiffany or Slave T. was active, she still adored it. Tiffany herself prior to her reprogramming had. She still did now.

There was one other reason she adored the next-levelled length. The many tiny sacs inside the tubular length contained many multitudes of fluids, and amongst them one such liquid was a hypno-barbituate not unlike the fluids - indeed they had both been cultivated by the same laboratory and fashioned towards similar, but slightly different, purposes - in the dart vials used by certain private establishments of Paulo Crete's personal businesses.

emitted from the eye of his cock and able to be injected internally in concentration thanks to six extendable, armed needlets when needed, the fluid is a heady neuron suppressant that quickly and effectively submits any subject within seconds, whether inhaled as a gas or taken as a fluid. More potent for longer and faster enslavement in greater quantities, the aroma alone can subdue the will of a victim for anywhere from thirty seconds to ten minutes, and it was this - combined with Tiffany's entire body simply knowing this was its evolutionary pinnacle, and her own home-grown adoration for Albert and his meat, that had kept her riding him, taking him and sucking him throughout the night.

Among other things, it was one of these sacs that held a fluidic store of his own purified hormones, and it was this in its initial starting hours that had driven him so sex insane. Two women had been sent to the recovery wards -- a nurse in his ward who'd made the mistake of unlocking the office to check on the highest of boss's son, and the receptionist he'd been caught in the process of fucking senseless behind her counter, both for courses of aborticide and mental rehabilitation. Given that every single lower staff member is subject to smaller or localised experimental procedures, each would need to be appropriately checked, confirmed and, if necessary, reset from their unsolicited encounters.

And so he lay here, naked, his mechanical cock self-cleaning gently under the sheets, the sensation of the mechanical being inside him doing its work unbidden a somewhat giddying one. Tiffany gently sighed, her warm breath gusting against his skin, and she turned over in her sleep, baring her chest to the open air.

It was quiet in the Crete household. His father and his pet, Chelsea, had left hours before to run some night-time errands. With them out the way, Albert had rushed at break-neck speed to his room, where Tiffany was sitting, quiet and still on his chair, her naked body rising and falling gently. Her back was straight and her pussy still bore the ever-present vibrator that had been inserted into her back at the facility hours ago.

Immediately, Albert found the briefcase, which although he had been sure he hadn't left it there was sitting on the table by Tiffany's side. Tearing it open he found a throng of papers and documents, and was chucking handfuls to the floor before he realized he might need some of them. A couple landed in a still half wet puddle he'd made earlier that day receiving glorious head on command from his girlfriend, a puddle of saliva and semen in his carpet. A smaller set of drop marks resided not far behind it, though he hadn't noticed those. They were right where a girl's pussy might have been if they were kneeling before the bed, performing some oral act of joy on someone.

Finding a sheet marked with "IMPORTANT", and "INSTRUCTIONS", and more things he didn't bother to read, he tore it out and swore as he left half the page behind. It was clipped to the lavish interior of the briefcase. Extracting the second half he held them together in between Tiffany's face and his own and skimmed through them. Proper care of your toy, proper cleaning, proper use, summary of features, descriptive lists of using those features, backup options and memory wipes-

Ah, there it was! Switch instructions. A small box marked with SWITCH CONTROL: adorned the right-hand-side of the page, a corner missing from one half and visible on the other. Albert read the words in nervy, heart-pumping silence.

SWITCH CONTROL:

If you purchased this feature, (models A-101-A, A-101-B, A-101-C, A-100, A-200, AR-100, AC400, additional models) your new toy(s) includes the advanced, premium feature of a switch. In the case of most models, but on request from you or your purchase-controller, this feature will control the toggling of a mental "switch" or safeguard designed to alternate your new slave(s) between slave mode and their improved personality(s). Most switchable personalities are refurbished editions of the original subject(s) and contain the entirety of their original neuro-code, with necessary and optional upgrades.

Your model(s), if supported, will feature a default switch impregnated by our professional staff at no cost. If not opted for, all un-supporting models feature this switch as a future-proofed upgrade option available to you at the original cost you would have paid at the time of transaction.

To activate your switch, a three phase safety program provides easy activation and safety from accidental use. Ensure your toy(s) are prepared by sitting them down in an open location and facing them.

From the front, tap the forehead of your subject(s). One tap is necessary but up to four can be used. By default, only one switch is programmed, but should your customised model feature more than one, refer to the Advanced Switching guide on page 701.

Next, ascertain that your model is watching you, or has their eyes open. Bring your hands level to their gaze, such that your entire palm should be fully visible from their field of view. With one open palm facing them, ball your second into a fist, then raise two fingers. Lower the hand with the open palm, leaving the second in place.

Albert put the paper down for a moment and looked at Tiffany. She was watching him, emotionless, simple curiosity the only feature adorning her flawless face. He repeated the steps and she made no movements to show that she was reacting, or even that she had seen them. Reaching awkwardly under his arm so that he didn't lower his two raised digits from her line of sight, he grabbed the paper again.

Next, ensure your unit's chest is bare. Tap twice on the navel. Some pressure may help in this step if the switch fails to activate, however we have safety measures in place to ensure as little confusion as possible is experienced.

Next, lower your hand. Grasp your device's hand with your own, and place your other on their head. You can touch their cheek, but we recommend placing the hand on top of the scalp.

Finally, look at your unit and ensure eye contact. Clearly speak "NINE, NINE, ONE, TRIP, ULTRA, FLAP" to them, spacing out your words. These words are default and chosen for their unlikely chance of being spoken in a sentence successively, which, combined with the other physical interactions, makes flipping your unit(s) switch almost impossible without knowing.

Your unit's switch should now be toggled successfully.

As soon as he uttered the words, a second time since he'd forgotten the fifth one the first time around, Tiffany had come alive in his hands. As soon as his lips closed around the "p" in "flap", Tiffany had blinked twice and tried to stand. Almost as quickly she realised she couldn't, and then felt the warm touch of Albert's hand on her head. She warmed to it instantly, raising her hand instinctively to draw it to her cheek and nuzzle it. As she did so she felt her other hand grasped in his, and she looked up to see him standing before her, his eyes wide, his face flushed. He seemed excited, and Tiffany had never felt herself more in love in her life. Before she had thought a clear, conscious thought, she was pressing herself into him in a tender, tight embrace, her lips firmly against his. Even her vibrator, which she had no idea was there, touched the front of his pants as she pulled into him, but she didn't notice.

Sixty seconds later they were on the bed, and Albert's mechanical upgrade was springing to life, pushing up and around his pants and forcing them down for him. Already he was at full mast, and rings of glowing light like the light of ecstatic joy in the lovers' hearts and fire in their loins burned along its length, and the tiny hand-like needlets were reaching out to open Tiffany for him to enter her. Albert unconsciously realised she still had a vibrator in and he reached down, never breaking their passionate kiss, extracting it from her. The sensation elicited a hushed sigh from Tiffany as the sensual vibrating tip parted and left her outer labia, and she momentarily broke away to glance at it. A question seemed to flicker between her eyes and his as she locked gaze with him again, but it died before it was passed as they both disregarded the tool and locked together once more. Albert didn't even bother to switch it off, just tossed it to the floor and pulled the sheets over his ass as he began to slide inside Tiffany's waiting, virgin entrance.

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Dawn broke as Rachel lay, slumped in her seat. All was peaceful inside the small, inconspicuous car, the three girls each fast asleep. The day began to start for the myriad of day-to-day people, and the young couple across the road from where they were parked said their farewells at the door. Maybe they were newlyweds, or perhaps just very, very fond of each other, because as the well-dressed, handsome gentleman stepped into his clean car and backed away, his partner in her thick, long pyjamas jumped little hops in the air as she waved to him. She watched him go long after he'd left her line of sight, and then glanced around the yard, taking in the air and the light. After a few moments, she went back inside.

Eventually the sun began to flow into the car through the windscreen and coat Rachel and Jordan in golden light, their crisp skin glinting in their rest. Rachel began to stir, and she sat up, blinking. She looked about and saw where she'd left the car. Bugger... she thought to herself. Must have let myself fall asleep in the car. I wasn't meant to do that, still have to get them home.

Still tired, Rachel turned to the others and gently roused them, one by one. Jordan was first. She gave her a little shake by the shoulder and the girl groaned as she turned over. She must have felt the car seat, and raised her head to look at what she was sleeping on. Calling gently, Rachel woke Katrina on the back seat, who had stretched out somewhat, one leg tucked under her and the other bent reaching towards the floor. Her golden hair was strewn in thin, gleaming strands across the car seat and fabric furnishings on the door. She woke up and sat up, holding a hand over her eyes in the cutest way Rachel had ever seen.

'What happened after I fell asleep?' Jordan asked, her voice low and hoarse from her sleep. It was a sexy sound from the dark haired vixen.

'I drove around some more, hoping you'd find her in your sleep. I guess you didn't. I only meant to pull up here for a minute and rest, but I guess I was more tired than I'd thought.'

'It's alright. I guess this was all for nought... I'm sorry I dragged you both out here all night just to drive around uselessly.' Jordan said, dejectedly. Katrina made a sound from the back seat.

'Don't even mention it,' Rachel said. 'You don't need to apologize for a second. We wouldn't have said we'd come out with you if we didn't want to, or if we couldn't. You had a feeling and it didn't come through, that's all there is to that. We'll try again next time, and that time we'll find her. I promise.'

Jordan looked to her and she smiled sympathetically. Katrina also smiled her warm, absolutely melting smile. They both genuinely meant her words with full vigour.

'Thanks, guys. You're the best.' She mumbled. Rachel ruffled her shoulder and glanced at her girlfriend.

'Alright, how about we head home then?'

'Actually,' Katrina interjected. 'I have an hour and a half before class. Jordan's is still a while away, but we're only twenty minutes from my class. Can you drop me there? I'll get a coffee and wake up with some reading.' Rachel smiled at her and Jordan did up her seatbelt in acknowledgement. 'Righto,' Rachel said. 'To town!'

The car pulled a U-turn in the driveway of the young couple who had said goodbye a while earlier and headed towards the city, where Katrina's classes awaited her.

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Paulo and Chelsea stepped back into the car after Paulo's meeting with a prospective business partner in a dirty, slimy part of town. The young entrepreneur had a half a million dollars and a fetish for domination and he wanted to sink his chips on the best investment he could buy to settle both those worlds. A few deal proposals had been passed, some numbers chucked around, and Paulo had left. Nothing more to it.

His half a million was baby's change. In Paulo's game, the Crete line had stores upon stores of gold that went back tens of centuries, and in more recent times, more than two dozen off-shore accounts with a combined total wealth of nearly seven hundred trillion U.S. dollars. His disgraced late relatives had pissed and fucked the money away, losing it to drug cartels, middle-eastern weapons smugglers, under-the-radar military renegades and slave shippers the world over. It had been thanks to him, or more to his money, that the Russian threat on the world had mysteriously lifted. Thanks to his money, Al Qaeda had happily settled back on its haunches, supposedly allowing their leader to be killed as a face for defeat. It had been thanks to his family's money that two million slaves had been cultivated, auctioned and sold around the world in the past ten years alone.

But worst of all, it had all been money that could have been used elsewhere. Money that shouldn't have been lost to begin with, the lost amounts thrown away like toilet paper by people so blinded by wealth they couldn't see their own hands in it.

It was Paulo's diligent, lifelong desire to return that wealth to his family's name by all means possible, and to clear that name in the history books. He had made a very substantial amount of that back in legitimate, business-like ways, buying retailers, shares in brands and funding events with those brands. But much also had come from his private ventures, ventures like his slave trades, his research facility, his traffickers and his dealers. He wasn't entirely proud of putting money back into the dark side of the law; it was his goal to take his wealth back from those that had stolen it, not from the legal working industry. But, sometimes, to make headway one had no room to be picky.

The kid was going to send him a new offer when he could afford Paulo's price tag. The deal was simple; start off with a basic, basement-run operation. He could even pick his poison, drugs, slaves, counterfeit printing, weapons. Each came with their own price tag. Paulo would set him up and then it was up to him to do the rest. Get caught and your choices are on your own head. Paulo was never there.