The Pool

Is that what he thinks of us, Laura thought, just toys? What kind of a sick place is this?

"So, Janice, Laura, if you both could please step through the open door behind me. I would like a quick word with Hannah." The door behind him opened up to reveal a blank black space. Janice was caught between refusing and doing as she was told, but then suddenly that internal battle was taken from her when Henry untied and his bathrobe fell to the ground. Instantly horny, Janice did exactly as she was told like the obedient slave she suddenly knew she was, walking toward the door with an equally entranced Laura while they heard Henry talking behind them.

"Hannah, I need you to sit on your knees and take my cock in your mouth."

"Yes, master."

The last the two of them heard before they stepped through the opening was a deep sigh from Henry and they came back to their senses.

"Bastard!" Janice shouted, slamming her fist on the door before realizing where she was. In appearance, it was like some kind of high-end dentist's workplace at first, with the relaxing fume to match it. Janice felt the need to struggle fade away from her while she looked around for something to do. Each of the reclined seats looked the same, with some kind of white molding plastic and a giant glass case that could close, airtight, on top of someone. A voice came clearly through a speaker somewhere on the ceiling.

"Subjects, please lie down on any of the choice seats and wait for a doctor to come see you." Vaguely, Laura remembered Hannah was in danger somehow, but couldn't think of why. She told herself it didn't matter right now, in her state of complete tranquility, and she moved over to one of the reclined seats and sat down. She remembered beds in the commercials that were designed for absolute comfort, and actually went to a hotel where they had one at one point, but they could not possibly compare to this heaven she was in as she lie down. The strange plastic molded to her body's exact shape and supported it perfectly while the glass case closed in on top of her. She could see Janice on the other side of the room, being closed into her own space.

Hannah felt her master's fluid shoot down her welcoming throat, and she swallowed and sucked down all of it. He groaned and shoved her head further against his cock, but she'd already taken the massive thing to the hilt somehow, gagging as the whole thing reached down passed her esophagus and actually pushing her wretching organs apart wonderfully. When at last his load was pushed directly into her waiting stomach, and his thrusting into her head was over, Hannah still hadn't had enough, but she knew she could stop if it meant pleasing Henry. She loved satisfying him so much that nothing else mattered. Slowly, he pulled his dick out of her and she waited, licking her lips and looking up lovingly for her next order.

"Oh, still want more, do you?"

"I always want more from you, master." She said seductively and grabbed at her breasts, pinching her own nipples to make her moan softly. The faintest flash of reasoning went across the very back of her mind, but Hannah dismissed it.

"Alright, then turn around and bend over again." Giggling and squealing with joy, Hannah did so, bending over with her knees on the ground and her face resting on her arms. She expected his cock to start stroking her waiting clit again, but instead she felt a probing at her anus. Oh my god, she thought excitedly, I'm about to be fucked in the ass by master! All other thoughts and fears were gone from her mind, all she wanted was for him to try it. Instinctively, she pushed out with the inner muscles of her ass as she waited, and Henry wasted no time.

He shoved the first inch into her, making her breathing heavier and rasping with the new feeling, then he kept pushing. Hannah felt so full that her body's heat built for another climax just at how new it was. It was insane, and his cock never seemed to stop closing distance into her, passing almost six inches and inciting a scream out of her. She heard him speak again, and stressed herself to hear it through all the pleasure she was receiving.

"I want you to shove your back into me, and keep pushing my dick into your ass!"

"Yes, mast-ugh!" Even though her mind was having trouble turning the burning pain into more pleasure for her, Hannah braced her hands on the floor and pushed back onto her master's pole, closing another four inches and screaming the whole time. She felt so unbelievably full by the time his cock finally, completely, was engulfed in her rectum to the hilt. There was no way that just happened, Hannah thought, an entire foot of this man is shoved in my ass right now! She rested on the floor, her hips still being supported by Henry's gentle hands, and breathing hard while she contemplated how this was even possible.

Janice looked around the inside of her casket when a man, blurred to just an outline passed the semi-clear glass, walked up to her and started speaking, his voice coming into the container through the floor of the seat. Her relaxed state was still at its maximum, but that didn't stop her being curious at what would happen now.

"Hello there. I see you've already been through surgery to get those nice tits you have, but that just means you're going to take as long as your friend over there just so we can remove them." Janice was slightly shocked at this. Fine, she thought, she could live without her implants, it's not like anyone was going to be checking her out after all of this was done. Although she did have a question.

"Aren't you going to put me under for this?" The thought of being cut open while she was awake was a little scary, but the man spoke again in a soothing voice.

"No, but don't worry, you can't feel a thing right now." That was true, Janice was barely able to tell when she was moving once she got onto the seat and was closed in. It took her a bit to realize that her entire body was rigidly locked in place, so she wasn't able to move even if her body wasn't totally numb. The man said good luck and turned to some console near him, saying something like "beginning stage one", but Janice wouldn't have known as, at a rapid pace, a number of metal protrusions came out of nowhere and poked right through the glass like it was water. She didn't have enough time to discern what these were for as she felt a number of them attach to her skin and others, to her horror, start to cut her open deftly. Some pincer-like arms dove into the flesh of her breasts with some small knife-like arms and, in moments, she saw two soft, bloody plastic objects being pulled out. Her breast implants were gone, just like that.

She continued watching, wide-eyed as the bloody objects were taken away from her to some unknown location. The arms didn't stop working, though, as the continued to attack and cut away at the flesh of her thighs, soon cutting out the plastic implants she had there much more easily than with her tender breasts. The arms then made to remove her teeth, which were all a fake white, and spent the next few minutes draining the blood she had injected in her body because of low blood sugar.

Most of her inner body was now completely exposed, but Janice's mind was still in the gutter with forced relaxation and faint horror. That was stage one! Her mind raced as she thought frantically, what the hell is stage two!?

There wasn't long before she would figure that out, as Laura was already there.

Her body was open and exposed, but other than that nothing seemed to happen besides the pincer-arms cutting out a small filament in one of her molars. The woman who oversaw her surgery explained that stage one was to remove all foreign objects from her body, which with her just amounted to the one thing in her teeth.

"Your friend over there, though, she has something taken from somewhere else in almost every corner. It's like she used her body as some kind of novelty collection or something!" The doctor laughed heartily, and Laura had less than an eighth of a mind to say something to defend her friend, but it was no use, she was too relaxed to think about her body being torn open at the seems, let alone her friend's dignity.

"Anyway," the woman said as she stopped laughing, "beginning stage two!" There were more arms to come down and cut her open again, although most of that was already done to her. Her stomach was the focus as first, being cut out and taken off to the side, simply leaving Laura without one. She watched while the rest of her organs followed suit, being cut out and taken to some unknown location. Eventually, after her entire insides were removed, she wondered how it was even possible that her brain and eyes could still be working at all until they blacked out into nothingness.

Her mind was still active, but she no longer felt the overwhelming relaxation from before. Everything was dark, and she could see nothing at all. The memory of what happened was clear to her now, and she thought about herself being cut open with a sense of mild bewilderment. All that happened to her, up until losing consciousness and reawakening wherever this place was, it was all very clear to her, but why?

She thought for a long time, suddenly able to use her thinking mind of philosophy at its best. It occurred to Laura, just as the faintest light illuminated far ahead of her, that this must be it. This was the brink of death, and that light was the one she had heard so much about. So it was real...

Laura felt unerringly calm, and wanted more than anything to walk right into that light, to let herself go. She took her first few steps forward before another realization dawned on her. I have more to do. I won't see the end of the tunnel for a very long time. It was sad, but she knew the truth and kept walking, still half intent on seeing the end, like a little girl chasing a bug.

She was overwhelmed with the blinding light, and regained herself again on the table. The woman was speaking again, but there were tears in Laura's eyes now.

"Stage four complete, subject Laura is now ready." The glass container opened slowly, but Laura continued to lie there, crying softly to herself. It was so close, she could have ended it all. The doctor walked around to her, wearing a kind look. She really was beautiful. It was then that Laura realized her own body was whole again, not red and torn open. The doctor spoke in a quiet, calming voice.

"Did you enjoy it, sweetie?" Laura wasn't sure if the doctor was talking about the surgery or what she saw, but it didn't matter. Her mind was still in shock from all that had just happened to her.

Janice sat up slowly from her seat, guided with one hand by the doctor while she felt her new body. Her hands glided around the smooth, perfect curves of her body, but felt no sign of any implants that she had before. Her hand moved up to her breasts, which were bigger, fuller, and more natural than they had ever been in her life. She felt her ass and thighs, too, admiring their complete development. Her waist and hips flared out, too, and she even ventured to touch her lower abdomen and even her clit, finding out with a bit of shock that her pubic hair was completely gone, leaving her skin where it was totally bare and lush. Her clit was sensitive to the touch, as though each time she stroked it was the first time.

"Could I get a mirror?" The doctor nodded and pressed a button on the computer. A screen suddenly appeared in front of Janice, making her jump both because of its sudden arrival and when she saw in it. It was, by all appearances, a very thin, extremely accurate mirror. In it, she could see that her face was still hers, but with every last imperfection gone while it demonstrated naturally dark eyelids and crimson red lips. Her face was baby-smooth, like the rest of her skin, and her whole body was as pale as snow. The green of her eyes was now a deep shade of emerald rather than the faint lime she had before. The last touch of absolute perfection was her hair, falling down to her waist in unyielding, elegant black curls. Janice touched and played with her hair, almost forgetting how she got here until it came back to her with a bit of depression. The beauty was staggering, but it seemed like a pretty unfair trade to have to trade the ability to share it with the world.

"I don't get it." She said suddenly, voicing her thoughts to the surgeon next to her, "Why would you guys care to make me look like a beauty model if I'm just going to be stuck here for the rest of my life?" She looked at the man, crossing her arms under her breasts and unintentionally pushing them out. He seemed unperturbed, speaking calmly as though he explained this a lot.

"It's not for me to say, but I can tell you that we're required to make all regular workers look their best." He didn't lie, as he and the other surgeon in the room also looked absolutely phenomenal. It was then that Janice's eyes came on another woman getting out of a casket on the other side of the room.

Even from behind, it was hard not to say that this woman didn't outright radiate an air of pure sexiness. Her body was small and petite, with an ass and breasts that framed her body flawlessly. The doctor beside her let out a quiet "wow" as the woman, with perfect waves of shimmering blonde hair shielding her face, stepped uneasily off the seat being supported by the other surgeon. Janice gasped and her jaw dropped when she saw the silver-lidded, lavender-lipped face of Laura turn to face her, her ultra-blue eyes wide and blinking quickly.

Laura had barely a few seconds to realize the woman running at her, her massive breasts jumping with each step, was Janice. She threw her arms around Laura and started to sob quietly, but she wasn't sure if they were tears of joy or sadness anymore. Her own crying turned to absolute joy when she first felt her smaller body, barely able to balance herself with the extremely drastic change that came over her. She cried even harder when she saw herself in the mirror. Nevermind that they had been captured and brought here for testing, she looked absolutely fantastic! Her yellow-based white hair falling to her upper back in a giant shield, waving around like water. She couldn't have asked for more when she looked at her tiny body, lighter than a feather and curved in all the right places. It was like she was a fantasy version of herself, taken right out of her own head, and she had to convince herself that she wasn't dead and in heaven or in some kind of dream.

They could never guess what would happen next, if it was good or bad, and they didn't care.

Hannah yelped as she climaxed again just at the feeling of Henry's fluid shooting directly into her womb as it had done before, but his thrusts into her slowed as he pushed her repeatedly against the wall, her arms wrapped around his neck while her penetrated her so fully. She was exhausted herself, but every single time she came to and tried to rip herself from him, he "reminded" her how much she was enjoying herself by continuing to thrust into her until he brought his penis up and shot it into her face.

After something like that, she would go right back to calling him master and obediently fucking him. Now, though, she didn't think she could keep it up any longer and was starting to lose lucidity.

"Oh, I'm sorry, love." He said, finally realizing by the concern in his voice that she was completely exhausted. Hannah felt herself being set on the floor and crumpled to the ground, slowly coming to and sobbing to herself. It wasn't about what he did anymore, it was how she was helpless to keep herself from loving it and falling under his spell. Every. Single. Time. She tried to think of her friends, wondering vaguely what was happening to them when she felt his dick prod her mouth again, sending her fires of lust out of control again.

"You didn't finish." He said in his extremely hot voice, making her reach willingly for the shaft and shove the length of it into her sore throat and suck like the wanton whore she knew she was. I am a slave, she told herself, I live only to pleasure the master. The length of the man's dick closed in and stretched her lips wonderfully and painfully, but she kept shoving it in. She did this until, again, she felt his semen shooting down her throat, the load as massive and globbing as the last. She wasn't sure how long she could keep this up, but she felt she could relax for a few seconds while his dick was pulled out of her gaping mouth.

"Let me go!" She begged, sobbing, crawling against the floor and keeping her face pointed decisively away from him, but knew that she was totally helpless to what Henry wanted from her. The powerlessness frightened her to no end, making her crumple out of sheer misery. How many times, she thought, have I been filled with his cum. No matter how many times it happened, it still disturbed her immensely that she had absolutely no say in what happened to her. With how much he'd pushed into her, there was no way of getting out of this without a pregnancy as it was, but that was the least of her worries.

"Oooh, would you look at that!" He said excitedly, and she heard the sound of the knot on a robe being pulled. Risking letting herself see what was happening for the sake of knowledge, Hannah turned to look, sighing thankfully when she saw Henry's naked body was covered with the robe.

"Your friends are done! I would love to see which of them is hotter now, I bet it's Laura." He said it like they were cookies coming fresh out of the oven, and looking toward a random point on the wall. Hotter now? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Hannah watched the same point on the wall, half thinking about pushing her sore body to run toward the door when it opened in a bid for freedom. Before she could build up the courage, though, the door opened and two women stepped through.

Hannah's jaw dropped at the sight. Each of them looked like the friends she knew, but their bodies were like pinnacles of pure lust. Even looking at them was distracting for her. They both started to run to her, and she stood up, intent on embracing them, but her legs were too sore and she was forced to lean against the wall. Laura threw her arms around Hannah, crying happily, and she cried back, suddenly aware that this was probably an amazing change for both of her friends. Janice hugged her next, and Laura turned on Henry, her voice livid.

"You monster! You fucked her the entire time we were gone? That had to have been hours!" She couldn't understand what was wrong with him, even if she had sounded dramatic and misjudged the time. He seemed to at least be kind on the surface, but what was so difficult about leaving their friend alone for a few seconds? In response, he sighed, and a large bottle full of some thick white fluid suddenly rose to the surface of the room like their meals had. He bent down and picked it up, downing its entire contents in just a few short moments of chugging. When he finished, he responded to Laura and the rest.

"Hannah, go through the door that will appear to your left. Now, Laura, it's your turn, I suppose. That is if you must demand it so soon." She barely had a moment to think of what that could possibly mean when he grabbed her face and his lips touched hers, warm and enticing. She moaned and kissed back ardently, suddenly wanting more. Her hand moved down to the knot of his robes and undid it, and he let it fall to the floor and reveal his perfect body. Their tongues danced and circled each-other with talent that Laura didn't even know she had. One of Henry's hands found her wet cunt and her body writhed at the tender softness. Fuck the boy at the college, she thought, nothing could ever compare to this. It was like his hand was some kind of nerve-stimulator in the way it made her pussy yearn and twitch uncontrollably even as his hand only gently caressed.