by Jay Aury
“Are we done for today?” Audra asked breathlessly.
Maxine beamed. “Oh! Like, totally! Sorry I milked your tits like that. But still, you look so totally hot! Show off your new bod, girl! I bet your husband will, like, totes love it!”
Audra laughed, but the thought of Alistair sent her heart racing. And what she now knew would change the face of their mission.
Reveals
“So let’s review what we know,” Alistair said.
Audra nodded. She lay on the bed, watching him pace about the front.
“So,” Alistair began again. “The trade they’re doing here is different from what we expected. They’re using this… process to turn women into these…”
“Bimbos. Yeah.”
Alistair glanced at her. Flushed and looked away. Audra wasn’t wearing a bra, or much of anything. Her new curves had defeated all but a pair of admirably elastic panties. Her breasts were open to the air and Audra was lazily massaging them, squeezing out a thin trickle of cream. It seemed the only way to get them to shrink to a more modest size.
That it caused Alistair no amount of flustered distraction was just the icing on the cake.
Alistair cleared his throat. “From what I overheard a few nights past, I think I know what they intend to do,” he continued. “They pump them full of these things and when they’re done, sell them to their husbands as little more than brain dead sluts. Any others they manage to collect are sold to others.”
Audra nodded, her breath deepening as her fingers circled towards her hard nipples. “And you said Capria has files on where they went?”
“What I heard seems to confirm it,” Alistair said. “And stands to reason. How better to get a stranglehold on your clients?”
Audra hummed, her frown dipping down. “Hmmmn. And you think you can get close enough to get those files?”
Alistair nodded. “I do. She seems to have an… interest in me.”
Audra’s brows knit. “Does she?” she said frigidly.
“I think it’s mainly because she sees me as deeply in love with you.”
A shock raced through Audra. “O-oh,” she said, circling her fingers shyly over the broad swell of her breasts. “Does she?”
“She’s a woman hater. I think that much is apparent, and a man eater. She gets her thrills from breaking up relationships and stealing affections. Her work here is just a demented conclusion of those efforts.”
“Hmmm,” Audra murmured, fingers sinking into the firm flesh of her new teats. “Is that right? And ah… what are you going to do?”
“So far she believes that I’m falling into her clutches. If I can earn enough of her trust, I think I can get at her files. There’s a door in her rooms. I think that’s where her computer is. If I can access it, I can download the files she claimed. Then we can call in the navy, and arrest her and this scientist of hers.”
Audra shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know about that last bit...”
Alistair glanced at her. “What?”
“I don’t think Maxine means to do this.”
“It’s not exactly accidental, Audra,” he noted with a meaningful look at her curves.
Audra flushed a little under his eyes. She still felt a little dizzy but the fog had cleared the more she milked herself. She gave her nipples a sharp pinch to help her focus. “I know. I know. But it’s… I think she’s kind of dumb. Like, really dumb.”
“She apparently invented this thing.”
Audra waved her hand impatiently. “Not stupid. You can be dumb but not stupid. She’s brilliant, no question. But I don’t think she really got the idea that some women didn’t want to be big titted sluts. And really, the people who come here to get this treatment don’t exactly dissuade that idea. They all come to get the curves and the breasts and the younger look. But I seriously doubt they were told they’d be turned into brain dead sluts. And do you think that Capria would tell her otherwise?”
Alistair’s frown deepened. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. And fuck didn’t he look good like that. Audra licked her lips, feeling a glow of desire for the man again. She’d been so goddam horny since getting out of that pod. And her already sensitive breasts throbbed with the treatment. Her eyes slid down, arrested on the shape of Alistair’s cock through his pants.
She realized belatedly Alistair had said something. She snapped her eyes back to his face. “Hm?”
“I said, what are you thinking?”
“About your cock.”
His eyebrows rose. “What?”
Audra flushed. “I mean… Um… Well, I’d really rather we didn’t get Maxine caught in this net.”
Alistair kept his eyebrow cocked a moment before letting her earlier comment pass. He shrugged. “I don’t really see how we can avoid it.”
Audra sighed. “I guess,” she said reluctantly.
Alistair looked at her slumped expression as she lay near naked atop the bed. He sighed. He knew he was going to regret this. He pushed himself off the wall and approached the bed, taking a seat beside her. He took her hand. “If you really think she doesn’t mean this, then… well, we’ll see what we can do. Alright?”
Audra looked up at him gratefully. Her hand tightened on his. “Thanks. Maybe you’re not such an arrogant dick.”
He scoffed. “Careful now. That sort of talk and I might think you actually liked me.”
Audra giggled, but her heart beat quickly in her chest, and the same pleasant warmth from before spread through her as she pulled him down beside her. “Hmm. Well, we can’t have that,” she purred.
Alistair smirked and leaned in closer. His lips met hers, and Audra moaned softly into his hot kiss.
Communication
Capria sighed and tossed some of her red hair behind her head. She traced a finger around the pale white of her table, kicking her heel in the air with lazy consideration. Her chair was propped back behind her desk, her office the sterile white of the rest of the facility, and near as empty. Only a pair of potted plants pleasingly trimmed down inside their vases furnished it besides her desk and computer.
She was thinking long about John Avera, and the oh so delightful meeting she’d had with him. She smiled, her breathing deepening as she lazily let her finger stroke her breast, lingering against the firm shape of her nipple. What a delight of a man! She shivered as she recalled what he had done with her rear, something she’d never thought could be done without a man being little more than a puttied bitch. She laughed softly. Oh but he hadn’t been that. He’d licked her ass, then fucked her hard, took her with an eagerness that matched her own.
Capria lingered over the idea of him. And to think he was married to that pompous slut Jane! The thought burned her more than she expected. Her finger pinched her hardened nipple through her shirt until she hissed in pain. Stupid whore.
A symbol flashed on the screen of her computer. She glanced that way and stiffened.
Oh.
She hurriedly straightened her clothes, puffed her hair and shook some locks from her face. Drawing herself up, she tapped a button, and at the far end of the room, the massive screen flicked to life.
A man’s face filled it. Stern, hard features, face sharp like it had been hacked out of a block of wood. His hair was fringed with grey giving him an air of aged authority. The gold shapes of epaulets decorated a jacket thrown over his shoulders. He might have been exactly Capria’s type, were it not for his eye. One was covered in an eyepatch, but the other was cold as steel, and with the high powered definition of the screen, the absolute best that money could buy, it was like looking into a mirror.
And then there was the fucking bird he carried around.
“Squawk!” the parrot screeched. “Pencil dick! Pencil dick! Squawk!”
“Mister Sterling,” Capria said, smiling. “How lovely to see you.”
“Miss Eisen,” Sylvester Sterling said, his voice clipped and methodical as if synthesized. “I am calling to inform you that my associates
at ARM have looked over your files and have been favourably impressed.”
She preened a little. “Thank you. I’m glad.”
“No doubt. The files you have provided and the evidence of the success of this process is very promising,” Sterling continued. “We are eager to get a look at at the process used to create these women.”
“I told you,” Capria said with a smirk. “It has the potential to make us a fortune. Naturally, I will be glad to provide you with any amount you need…”
“Your cooperation is noted,” Sterling informed her, cutting her off. “But I have spoken to my associates and they are in agreement. We will need a live sample of the device, and one of your subjects.”
Capria blinked. “Oh. That… might be difficult… And, I mean, if I had competition…”
“Miss Eisen,” Sylvester Sterling said, and Capria bit her lower lips uneasily. “You will provide a sample of both. I have spoken highly of your abilities, and my associates are in agreement. Your inclusion in ARM will be agreed upon and facilitated. You have no need to fear competition from us.”
“Squawk! Twirl it in my ass! Squawk!”
Capria’s pulse thudded with excitement. A place in ARM! She leaned in. “I’d be more than happy to, Mister Sterling.”
“Good. We will be expecting a copy of the machine and an example of its work shortly. I anticipate great things from you, Miss Eisen, and I would be very disappointed to be proven wrong.”
She swallowed. “You won’t be.”
“Agreed,” Sterling said, his one eye staring at her, through her, piercing her like a silver blade. “I won’t.”
The screen died.
Capria leaned back, clasping her hands together on her stomach. The globes of her breasts rose, her dress stretching with a light creak as she inhaled deeply, then exhaled, slowly calming herself.
By the fourth time she felt her pulse beginning to ease. But fire still burned deep inside of her. She had played the high stakes game of life and business before. But, perhaps, none quite so grand. She had a general idea of what ARM was, and what it sought to accomplish. A subtle shiver of excitement raced across her skin. To be a part of such an organization. One that dangled the world on a string. Beholden to nothing! She gripped the arms of her chair, fingers digging into the fabric.
But she wouldn’t dismiss the warning. She wasn’t stupid. An organization like ARM didn’t accept failure. So. A sample of the process Maxine pioneered and a copy of the machine. The machine itself could be easily done. But the subject…
Then, her expression eased. She slowly raised a single brow, and a smile wormed across her lips. She pressed a button on her desk. “Victor?”
“Miss Eisen?” her chief of security rumbled.
“Get me a few men. I think it’s time to… accelerate certain efforts.”
“Yes, Miss Eisen.”
Capria silenced the intercom with a touch. She leaned back in her chair, eyes burning with vicious delight. Oh yes, she thought, stroking her full breast through the tight fabric of her jacket, fingers lingering on the bulge of a stiffening nipple. She was going to enjoy this…
Taken
The chime of the bell had Audra lift her head towards the door. Alistair had left early in the morning to meet with Capria, and attempt to find a way onto the computer. Did he forget something? She swung her legs off the bed and sauntered across the room. She swung open the door and immediately regretted it.
“Jane,” Capria Eisen said, her eyes bright and lips turned up in a smile. “So glad you’re still here.”
Audra didn’t like anything about that smile. She particularly didn’t like the two massive men that flanked the shapely woman. Audra stepped back, and Capria stepped forward.
“Oh, well, I was just heading to the beach…”
“I’m sure you can try for a tan later,” Capria said as the two men in white pushed through the door behind her. “But I have excellent news for you.”
“You do?” Audra said warily.
“That’s right. We’ve decided to accelerate the treatment we’ve proposed. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it extremely.”
“Oh, that’s very kind of you, but I don’t think the treatment is for me,” Audra said tightly as she took a few more steps back.
“I think it is. And this,” Capria said, her green eyes hardening. “Is an offer you can’t refuse.”
Shit.
Audra turned and bounded over the bed. The two men ran for her. She spun, sending a kick into the first man’s face. He flew back, smashing one of the lovely bamboo dressers with a crash, blood spurting from his broken nose. She grabbed a drawer and yanked it open, revealing the pistol within. Her fingers just brushed the handle when the other man grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back. Audra snatched a lamp off the bedside table and swung it, breaking it over his head. He went down with a groan.
Audra flung herself back to the drawer and grabbed the pistol. As she pulled it free, she heard a zipping sound. She gasped at a sudden pain in her neck. She slapped a hand there, pulling out a feather tufted dart.
“Oh,” Audra said, her eyes sliding to Capria and the dart gun the woman held. “You… bitch…” Audra staggered. The room reeled around her. She took an unsteady step forward, and the world swung. She never even felt the bed as she crashed onto it.
“Grab her,” Capria said, her voice coming from very far away. “And be quick about it.”
Audra’s eyes fluttered, the edges of her vision dimming. She found herself looking into the trash can, where the remains of the plumb still were. Cheap bastards, she thought numbly. They never even… took out… the trash…
The Pod
Audra woke slowly from her daze. Muffled voices echoed in the distance, and as her vision slowly cleared, she found herself looking at the glaring white of the labs.
“It just doesn’t feel right…”
“Maxine. This is your job. And I expect you to do it.”
“But Cappie…”
“No buts!”
Audra blinked slowly and tilted down her head. She was lying at an angle in a soft embrace of fabric. There was an extremely angry red blur in front of a yellow one. She blinked again, and the angry red shape resolved into Capria.
“Mnnn,” Audra groaned.
Capria and Maxine looked her way. The busty blonde was looking extremely nervous. Capria merely grimaced. “Well done, Maxine. Now she’s awake. Hurry up and seal the pod.”
Maxine bit her lower lip, blue eyes shining with uncertain tears. “But Cappie. This really seems…”
“…B-bitch,” Audra managed.
Capria gave her an annoyed look.
“You… bitch…” Audra muttered. “You’re just… a pimp… for these poor women. Selling them… when they’re too stupid to say anything…”
Capria’s eyes narrowed. She stalked up to the pod, glaring into Audra’s blue eyes. “I’m not just some pimp,” she said darkly. “I am an entrepreneur. I’m one of the richest, most powerful people on the planet. People, you stupid whore. Not just women.” She smiled coldly. “You’re just another big titted bitch who can’t think past the next cock to stuff your cunt. I’m just letting you finally get what you really want.”
Audra glared back. The words came up from somewhere deep inside her, spoken without a thought. “He doesn’t love you. Who could love someone like you.”
Capria’s smile fell like it had been slapped off. Her lips writhed as she grabbed the headphones and rammed them over Audra’s head. “Start the procedure!” she ordered Maxine. “I have work to do. And when I get back, I expect to see her with tits big as a fucking balloon and a head as empty as one too!”
Audra glared at the woman’s retreating back. Maxine looked to her, chewing her lower lip as the lid of the pod slowly slid shut. Audra grit her teeth as the darkness of the pod embraced her. She tried to move, but then the pod began to glow, and all her thoughts bled away to the sweet hum of the headphones.
Final
Date
Alistair tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. Where was Capria? He checked his watch again and sighed, pushing back from the table and rising to his feet.
“John!”
Alistair turned as Capria hurried through the dining room of the island’s restaurant, smiling brilliantly. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said, slinking into her chair with a sunny smile. “Had a few little things to take care of.”
Instantly Alistair was on guard. A woman like Capria wasn’t satisfied over just anything. “No problem,” Alistair said, hiding his unease. “I only got here recently.”
Capria laughed musically, elbows on the table, chin propped in her palms. “Good to hear.”
“What was it you were doing?” Alistair said as he sat back into his chair.
“Nothing important,” she said idly, her smile deepening, her green eyes gleaming with pleased malice.
“Anything I should know about?”
Capria smirked. Oh, Alistair thought uneasily. That boded very ill. “Oh,” she purred, her fingers stroking his hand atop the table. “There will be time for that. But first, I was hoping to make you an offer.”
“Oh? What kind of offer.”
“A very lucrative one,” Capria said, pushing out her chest a little so Alistair got a fuller view of her mouthwatering breasts, straining the fabric of her jacket to the utter limits. “The men on my board are all idiots, John. I need a man I can have beside me going into the future. And I think you could be that man.
“I’m in the process of making some very powerful friends, John. My projects on this island are just the surface of what we could do.”
Alistair’s heart thudded at her words. Here it was. He leaned in, and didn’t need to hide the interest he showed. “Tell me more,” he said.
