The Adjustment Facility Ch. 01

"Her skin color is better than ever. Not quite so pallid. A bit thinner but healthier looking for sure. She doesn't look mistreated. Can't see her body if they have beaten her but she doesn't have that scowling look she usually has. Almost a smile. Nah, they can't be beating her. She'd have a real nasty look for sure."

5

The next woman visitor is one in the in the video, for sure.

"Aren't you one of the women in the video?"

She just smiles as she pinches Brenda's clit harder than before with three fingers thrust into her twat. Brenda launches into an instant orgasm as she lifts up from the furs as far as the restraints allow. The women hug and caress her, kissing and fondling her all over. The door to the cell opens and a big guy with an equally big cock crawls over to her with a smile on his face.

Brenda screams in fear of being raped. As bad as she wants to get fucked the sudden reality of it has her in mortal fear.

"There Brenda .. he says softly .. belaying his size and obvious strength .. you have nothing to fear." stroking her hair and breasts softly. The two women are still there fur fondling her and helping to calm her.

"Just look." he says as he scoots up to where his cock is almost touching her soft red muff. Her labia is very swollen from all her sexual activities. In fact it has been swollen almost her entire stay. A side effect of the aphrodisiac.

"I'm just going to touch you, not penetrate ... unless you want me to. Understand?"

Brenda only nods yes looking intently at his big cock. Her resolve is melting fast as once again desire sweeps away all else. Brenda is still bound with the big soft fur ropes to the walls but she is no longer straining at them but focused on the cock between her thighs.

One more short scoot and his cock is close enough to touch her muff and labia. He slowly strokes the tip from the top of her muff to the furs between her thighs leaving a small trail of precum in her muff. Brenda gasps with the light touch and quivers. He lifts and makes one more stroke down, leaving another trail of precum and slightly parting her labia lips her girlie juices moistening the tip of his cock. Brenda lets with a monumental moan just like in the video only quite involuntarily. Her thighs move in and out like a nervous twitch with the sensations. She is gasping and panting with her moans now.

"Just say when to stop." the guy says.

Brenda's mouth is frozen open but unable to speak. Just short gasps and little high pitched moans come out. Brenda realizes she is way beyond anything she has ever experienced sexually and doesn't have a clue of what to do next. It is her good fortune the program has already been written for her.

The next stroke is up this time, his cock tip stops on her clitoris. There he lingers as Brenda is screaming for an orgasm however he wishes to get her there. Her girlie juices mixed with his precum has totally coated his cock.

Slowly he pushes his stiff cock against her clitoris and slowly lower in her labia, parting the lips just a little more. He has maybe an inch of penetration, barely the whole tip or past her clitoris. Stroking up again laying on her clit once again as he pushes. Brenda is leaving earth and fast approaching warp speed. He slides his cock down her labia once again but stops and moves it in one spot in the soft folds right at her entrance, softly stroking it up and down. Brenda's eyes are fixed unblinking on his cock in her as she shivers with anticipation. He sides it back and forth, up and down, the sensations and vision has Brenda crying and moaning with the excitement. Without warning she bursts into a monumental orgasm as her girlie juices flood over his wet cock and she is in near total collapse.

The guy pulls away from her and is out the door before she knows what has happened. The two women follow and her restraints come loose. She lay in the furs panting, moaning and crying in a mix of satisfaction and disappointment. She quickly falls to sleep. She awakes hours later? The video screen is on at a quiet level. It could have been on as she slept the thought.

There is a totally different experience on the screen now of violence and mayhem. Network, CNN, TV news on steroids. Flashes of film footage of the concentration camps and war violence from all the wars. She can't escape it by going to the next room. It runs for hours and Brenda is totally revolted. She always avoided that stuff, as she called it, at home and at school. She tried burying her head in the furs. The sound goes up to a deafening level. She finally relents as in all things here and watches.

She's still grossed out as any civilized person is but the content starts to have meaning. It as quickly switches to a Wallace and Grommet cartoon about the moon being made of green cheese. She falls asleep once again and sleeps for what seems a long time [about 15 hours].

Brenda is left alone for the rest of the week. Week two.

Finally the two women in fur masks open the door again and she is asked to put on a small, short dark Mink vest and short dark Mink shorts exposing most of her body.

She is again walked down the sheepskin hall to the study and is standing before the camera with the two girls each side of her. She's photographed again with a newspaper to her side so her body can be fully seen. She won't see anyone else for nearly a week.

6

"Hey Grace! I have another picture of Brenda!"

Grace comes running into George's office.

"Like they knew our questions George! She is beautiful! And look at a faint but real smile. Like when she was a child she put her hand to her breast when she was happy." the vest and shorts are lined with sheared Beaver and Brenda is rubbing the soft fur to her tits.

"Two more weeks to go and it looks like things have already changed for her. They said 30 days and they must know how long it actually takes."

7

It actually is all done for the most part. Brenda kind of knows this and the "Directors" certainly know this to be true. They have much more in mind for Brenda. The rest of her life to be specific. That will take more time and a lot of Roger's effort as well. Roger is the guy Brenda has fallen in love with. Neither she nor Roger know this but they soon will.

Then there is "The Company" to be concerned about. Filling all the roles and positions within "The Family".

SD&R Enterprises are much more than the Fortune 500 Defense Dept. contractor that it appears to be on the surface. The aphrodisiac Brenda has been unwittingly taking is but one small undisclosed item in their inventory from drugs to massive weaponry.

Their own company culture and world society are Mr. Walter Redding's ultimate objectives. The R great grandson of Smuthers, Dietrick & Redding, Inc.

Walter is quietly redoing company documents and renaming the company. Society Deprogramming and Reconstruction.

Unknown to Brenda and Roger, they will play key rolls in this Deprogramming and Reconstruction.

It began with the few key men and women Walter has recruited. Roger is among those and he needs an appropriate mate. Not just any mate but the absolutely perfect mate.

Walter has divested the Company of the original Defense Contracts in spin off companies. These have been the mainstay of the company historically back to the Civil War. The only things he has kept from those Defense contracts are the pharmaceuticals and psychological programs dedicated to genetic enhancement or psychological readjustments. He has shed the Government contracts associated with them, making them wholly his.

Walter has come to realize genetic cloning or anything akin to it is a blind alley for his purposes though they do that kind of research.

Genetic enhancement and selection is another thing all together. Their branch doing studies and work in animal husbandry has yielded remarkable results in relating behavior, genetics and performance with the computer analysis to understand it all.

Roger and Brenda are the first truly complete examples of the perfect humans, somehow bred by chance to succeed in the face of all odds. Their heightened senses and awareness is subtly superior but superior none-the-less. In high stress situations it can mean the difference between life and death. Walter is bent on refining and defining those qualities and he has a group of "subjects" willing and eager to proceed and reproduce.

His short term goal is to replace all the people in his company with this new "breed". Walter never wants to see another Resume on his desk. Fill all new positions from "within".

The Stepford concept or cloning will not produce proactive and genuinely creative individuals. Recruitment and reproduction are the answer. Individuals with their own missions, working together.

His long term goal? Nothing short of improving and upgrading mankind.

8

Brenda is wondering where everyone is after a few of what seems days. She is right in the days thing, two to be exact. She has been subjected to regular TV and not able to change the channel. Boring crap her parents watch like the News, sports and home shows. Brenda hates sports.

Finally luscious lips comes in and gives her a remote. "It will be a few more days before you will see anyone else. Don't worry. It's all part of the program."

So finally there is a "Program". Her parents? The cops? The CIA? Her mind runs a muck. "At least I have a channel remote." It turns out to be 40 or so selected channels and no Playboy channel or Movies-on-demand. She settles mostly on the History, Sci-Fi, PBS and LIFE channels. Ones the "Watchers" were hoping she would choose.

After a day or so she knows all about the outside world and how no one gives a rip about her missing. So her parents have to be in on it in someway? How? CIA again? She has no idea how her mind is being shaped and how "in line" her thoughts are. Substitute SD&R for CIA and she is spot on. They will soon teach her not to talk to herself and how to control her dream life.

While in a dream she has a wonderful fantasy of her and big cock [Roger] living together and screwing like minks every night and day. The thought of his big cock plunging into her vagina sends orgasmic shivers through her.

When she wakes up the guy that made her orgasm so wonderfully, Roger, is sitting cross legged at her feet with a huge double sided Shadow Fox cape draped over his shoulders, staring at her, his big cock standing erect and sticking up through the furs.

"You are a very beautiful woman and it's a shame to waste it on a worthless life."

Brenda had been dreaming that very same thing. "Piping it into my room?" she thinks. They were indeed. She realizes that even though the door is closed she's not restrained.

She leans forward, throwing her arms around him .. "OK big boy let's get it on." and falls on top of him, pining him in the furs. An extreme statement since he could simply bench press her into the air but Brenda is feeling very frisky and extremely horny.

He wraps his powerful arms around her fully fur encased and gives her the heterosexual kiss of her life. He rolls over on top and fur fondles her as never before.

"Oh god .. please fuck me hard!!"

"You don't have to if you don't really want to." he admonishes.

"Quit warning and threatening me! Screw me!"

He sits her up and approaches her as before with her legs spread wide and his as well. Her thighs over his. His cock coming up into her labia as they both watched it like a TV show. His huge cock stops with just its tip penetrating. She is clearly too tight for his girth.

"Damn you" as she rolls him on his back and comes down on his cock full force, splitting her wide open. She/he thought she would truly split open but she stretches, wrapping and sucks his entire cock up into her tight vagina, cock hairs to her muff. Just as she had imagined and seen in the videos.

She stays frozen on his swelling cock inside her as she adjusts to its size. She no sooner moves than she orgasms as never in her life. She's twitching and wringing around his trunk of a cock as she shakes in the most violent orgasm of her life, screaming and moaning. The twisting and writhing just enhances and prolongs the orgasm to her delight as she flails about, flinging her beautiful hair about. Roger is mesmerized and astonished at her kinetic beauty as he shoots his first hot load of cum deep into Brenda.

He grabs her by the waist and pumps her light body on his well lubricated post with his powerful arms. Using her like a masturbation toy. Brenda is screaming with pleasure as her deepest desires are being filled .. literally filled as he pumps her full with more of his hot jizzum. Brenda is in warp drive as she pumps on his cock, slick with their mixed juices driving them both into deeper orgasms and frenetic fucking.

He rolls them over into the furs, Brenda panting and gasping "Oh god you're wonderful."

"Is that the first time you have complimented someone?" he asks.

"Probably. But I still want you to make love to me. No one has actually done that with me before. I'm willing and eager to make love to you now."

"So you understand the difference between screwing and love making?"

"I do now!" as she smothers him with kisses and fur fondling.

They make love for hours and fall asleep in each others arms.

When she awakes he is still there, still in her. Even soft he fills her to her delight.

With a slight nudge and twinge of her vagina muscles his cock springs to full size and shoots his seed deep in her well. Kissing and more fondling, finally awake and very hungry.

"Put on your Red Fox coat and let's go eat in the dining room. You can go to a real toilet."

"But we are otherwise nude!"

"So is everyone else. This is a kind of modern day Corporate Harem. By-the-way, you have been chosen by Mr Redding himself to go to the symphony with him tomorrow night."

"What? What? What on earth are you talking about?"

"You are at the recovery facilities of SD&R for recovery from LCT. A Life Condition Trauma as they call it. I underwent the same procedure several months ago as everyone else here that is in furs and not in a white lab coat."

"So we're locked up?"

"Not out here. Only in your cell while undergoing conditioning. You could walk out right now if you want."

Brenda freezes on the spot. "You mean NOW?"

"Yes. Why do you think Walter would have you go to the symphony tomorrow if he suspected you would bolt in the middle of the performance?"

"What am I to do? .. say? .. wear?"

"You will be provided clothes, probably very nice designer clothes with furs and additional escorts."

"What? To keep me from running away?"

"Hardly! To keep someone from killing Walter. He's second only to the President as a target."

"Were you abducted too?"

"No. I walked in off the street after a key person told me about this place. I was sick of my life and was looking for more, better direction and I knew the Army wasn't it. I did go through a lot of what you did but I was looking forward to a goal and objective. You are having to find that after being transformed."

"I don't feel any different."

"Wait 'till you get back to your former friends. If you choose to that is."

"Why do you say former?"

"They won't know or recognize you. Oh yeah, they will see your face and say 'Hi Brenda' but it will all go down hill quickly from there. It will be you and not them at first but they'll very soon reject you. That's what happened to me. You'll see the other side of that when you go to the symphony. It's your last test."

"How do I do it? How do I prepare?"

"You ARE prepared. You are now the real YOU. That's who Walter selected."

"Who is this Walter guy anyway?"

"One of the richest men in the world and one of the half dozen most powerful and influential. You will know much more and very soon. After symphony."

"What is so important about SYMPHONY? You say that like it is a great event or battle."

"It is your first true battle and water shed. Your life will be irrevocably different. Mine was only it wasn't 'symphony', it was 'car race'. I'll tell you about it some other time and no I didn't win but I won. All in how you fight the fight."

"Like when we made love?"

"Yes. We both won, didn't we?"

"Oh yes we did!"

Dinner is wonderful. Much of the same food Brenda has had in her cell but much more variety and of course eating while sitting at a real table with other folks is .. well .. living again. Social. She begins to chat with the others. Seems most know she's here and a few were like herself. It's a celebration banquet of sorts after all.

Roger returns to her cell with her.

"Aren't you going to your cell now?"

"I have been delaying telling you this, not sure how you would react. We have been chosen."

"What do you mean chosen? What I think it means?"

"Yes."

Brenda takes his hand and they enter the cell together.

Their passions for each other is off the chart, if there is one. Roger's blond head is between her thighs more than once that evening and his monster cock gets sucked royally more than once. It's between her thighs the rest of the time, even as they slept. Seems she has no problem anymore accommodating him.

Walter is very pleased.

9

Saturday evening and Brenda is the center of attraction as several other women, the same ones who abducted and seduced her, helped her to get ready. She's provided the most magnificent dark green silk taffeta dress she has ever seen. After getting dressed they wrap her in a hooded, full length dark Sable coat that nearly swallows her. Brenda is Red Cinderella.

Walter comes in to see her.

"Well my dear. You are magnificent. Couldn't ask for a more beautiful escort."

Brenda almost feels like a curtsy is in order but she knows better. "Thank you sir. I hope I won't disappoint you."

"You only have yourself to disappoint. This is your evening that I am providing for you."

The import of the evening is becoming clear to Brenda. This is her coming out event, not something Walter is the center of. He, no doubt, will be but she realizes she will be made the focus. She is suddenly terrified as she walks out on Walter's arm for the limousine ride.

The trip to the symphony is uneventful aside from Walter giving her a little nip of Scotch to calm her nerves. Breath mints and she is calm and level headed.

It is a lot like she has seen on TV shows with the wealthy in their furs, silk gowns and tuxedo's. At first Brenda is feeling self conscious until she realizes she is the best dressed and most beautiful woman there and on the arm of one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. She's sure she's going to faint, screw up or mess up in the grandest of manner. This is totally beyond anything she has even dreamed of let alone experienced.

They walk through the crowd with many greeting Walter. She knows she is a fixture on his arm at best. Walter always has a beautiful young woman on his arm wherever he goes. Is she one of the chosen to do this? Brenda's head is spinning with the options. Walter leans to her and whispers .. "Don't let too many of the possible options crowd your mind at once. None will make sense if you do."

Is he reading my mind now. "I'm not reading your mind it's just the obvious thing. Always go with the obvious. You're smart and very intelligent. Not a piece of meat. Always remember that."

"This is my last test!" she thinks to herself.

"I am important? am I not Mr. Redding?"

"Indeed, you are one of the most important persons ever in my life but not for the reasons on the face of it. You are too smart to fall for that."

This all transpires as they greet and say hello to folks on their way to the SD&R box seats.

Brenda begins to more acutely focus on those around her. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of interest in others and partly out of suspicion. Suddenly one man catches her eye for no specific reason other than the intensity he seems to be radiating.