Power
Part VIII – Revenge Begun
After spending most of the following week exploring his new harem Mark decided it was time to get out of the house for a while, and he knew just the place he wanted to go. But before he did, he asked Betty if they had a room fitted out with the control system for body creation similar to what he had used in her lab. She said they did, and took him to a secure room the entrance to which was concealed behind a sliding wine rack in the extensive underground wine cellar. Betty said it was DNA keyed to only open if she or Mark were within a meter of the rack and they took a particular bottle off the shelf. Mark enjoyed the superhero / spy feel of it as the wine rack slid aside to reveal a room with a wall to ceiling video wall and projection unit exactly like the one he had used on the ship.
Betty’s body was extracted from Mark’s deepest subconscious to trigger all of his most primal male sexual urges, and even now he easily got hard just looking at her. So he figured her body was a damn fine starting place for the one he wanted to build. He had Betty pull up the specs used to mold her current form and was rewarded to have a exact physical duplicate of her appear next to him. Mark reached out and slapped the ass of the unmoving statue, it’s perfect round cheek jiggled just like Betty’s. “That’s a damn fine ass there” Mark said, then with a grin reached over and gave Betty’s ass a nice firm grope. “But I prefer the original model”. Betty smiled at him. “Now as much fun as it might be to have a twin of you around, I want some obvious physical differences considering the use I have in mind for this body.
So, starting with Betty’s body as a template he made a few changes. He changed the hair from her long silky black oriental looking hair to a golden blond with large loose curls, he kept the length about the same, ending just below her ass. “I want her to be sluttyer and cheaper looking then you” he said, then proceeded to grow her lips a few sizes as if they had had collagen implants. He made the already huge double D tits into DDD size. He made the nipples a little larger, almost an inch in length. He changed her skin tone from Betty’s Eurasian almond brown to more of a California suntanned bimbo look. He made her ass a little larger giving her a backside any rap video girl would have been proud of. He then instructed the computer to leave her Vagina and Anus functionally and visually the same, but to make them both structurally stronger, with more resilience, stretch and rebound capabilities. You could fuck this slut with a 2 liter pop bottle and not tear anything, and5 minutes later she would be as tight as a fresh virgin again. Last Mark had the computer connect to the Internet and track down photo’s of Mrs. Anita Gordon, the wife of his former boss Jason Gordon. After a few false leads it found the right one. It was then able to find a number of other photos, from public appearances she had made, from the DMV, and other sources fairly soon it had a nice composite of her face that it put on the body. Other then the enhanced lips the face looked exactly like her. Mark smiled and told the computer to be prepared to mold a subject he would soon provide to these exact specifications.
Mark had Angel dress up in a skin tight black latex body stocking, that fit her so tight he could clearly see her nipple rings through it, and if he looked close and hard, her labia piercings as well. Her black hair was in a french braid down her back and she put a black chauffeur’s hat to complete today’s uniform. In the week they had spent together Angel had grown to really enjoy her daily uniform assignment from her master Mark. One day she had rebuilt the carburetor on the rolls royce wearing a white latex nurses outfit complete with a butplug and strap in (like a reverse strap on). She had been so horny that she had taken three times as long to do it, but had never had so much pleasure working on a car before. Mark told her to pull the lemo around, as she was going to be his driver today.
Mark sat back in the lemo enjoying the feel of his multi-thousand dollar black french silk suit he now wore as he sipped on a rum and coke Inga had just made for him. She sat at his feet leaning against his leg contentedly as Mark absent mindedly stroked her hair like a pet, his mind was already thinking of there destination. When they got to his destination he told Angel he would be about half an hour and then told Inga to go up in the front seat and ‘keep Angel company’ while he was gone. Mark did a last check of his pre-programming on his ‘watch’ and then walked up the long walkway to the house. It was what mark thought of as a pre-fab mansion, the house itself was very large, probably had 6 or 8 bedrooms, and cost 2 or 3 million dollars, but the fact that it was part of a huge sub-division of almost identical houses took away from its appeal. Even so Mark was pleased to note, that whereas the last time he had been here he had been envious of it’s size and expense. Now he simply noted it was smaller then his guesthouse and about a quarter the size of his palatial primary estate.
Mark rang the doorbell hoping fervently that Anita would be home alone, and was pleased when she opened the door. She was a typical upper—middle class trophy wife, she had probably been a stunner in her youth, but although she now looked about 30, he knew her to be in her early forties. She was still quite attractive in a plastic surgeon induced kind of way. Her looks had never been Mark’s problem, actually he was always a fan of a nice MILF. It had been her ‘I’m better then you because my husband is rich and your just his flunky’ attitude that he had despised. The way she seemed to think he would soil her chairs and rushed to get him a cover to sit on when he had come to repair their home network, or the way she stood watch over him like he might steal something. Just her whole attitude had struck him as condescending, haughty bitch. It didn’t help that her husband was an overbearing asshole, who Mark had only been able to stomach working for for under a year before he had quit for a much better job. But he had enjoyed many nights of dark fantasy dreams about how he would like to take his revenge on the both of them and now was his chance to actually carry out his plan.
“Yes can I help you” she said with a smile, obviously noting the stretch Mercedes lemo in her drive behind him. Mark realized she didn’t recognize him. “I’m Mark Hutchins, is Mr. Gordon at home, I have a business proposition I would like to discuss with him.” “No, he is at the office, if you would like to step in I could call him and see if he has time to meet with you”. Mark noted how much nicer she was to someone who looked rich agreed and keyed his watch to start it’s programming. “What a lovely house, are you stuck here all alone then?” Mark asked nonchalantly. “Yes, I’m afraid my son is off at state university for the semester. At least my two girls are still living at home, but both of them attend the local community college and are at class at the moment, leaving me home alone with my soaps.” Mark was pleased to see his programming was working, she would happily answer any question for him, sharing even her deepest secrets as if it was perfectly normal and acceptableto talk about them with him.
She would also do anything he told her to do as if it had been her own idea. “Sit down Anita, and please call me Mark, we can worry about calling your husband later. For now lets chat” “Sure” she said sitting down. “Now Anita, I know your pretty stupid, but even a brainless bimbo like you must be aware your no good asshole of a husband is fucking every piece of ass he can get a hold of, including most of his office staff.” She looked at him her jaw dropping and started to sputter. “What the hell, you can’t come in my house and talk to me like that, who the hell do you think you are.” Before she could continue his tirade any further Mark simply said “Sit back down and shut up” and she did it immediately. As she did a look of confusion and fear came over her. “That’s right you are completely under my control, you can’t do anything unless I let you. So now, you will only speak to answer my questions.
“So, answer my question” “Yeah, I pretty much know he is fucking all those little sluts he hires, he thinks he is so smooth and so tricky, but a child could figure it out” “Why do you put up with it” She frowned as she found herself answering truthfully. “I was stupid enough to sign a well written pre-nup, and if I leave him I have nothing. I figure its a compromise, I get the house and cars and artwork and status, and he gets his play things. Its not like he was ever very good at satisfying me in bed anyway”. “Do you cheat on him?” “I have had a few affairs over the years, mostly when I was younger and prettier. But I am better at it then he was and he never suspected” Her body language screamed her discomfort but she just answered away. “How often do you suck his cock, or let him fuck you in the pussy or your ass, do you swallow of spit. Does he have any fetishes, how about you” Mark rattled off. “I suck him about once a month which is about as frequent as he even bothersto ask me any more. He fucks me once every week or two. I let him try anal with me once when I was young and drunk, and hated it and never let him try again.” She continued on fidgeting “I haven’t swallowed sense we got married, He has a bit of a foot fetish, but I ignore it because it’s just creepy. I don’t have any fetishes, I don’t even really like sex all that much.”
“Jesus, no wonder he fucks around on you, you don’t seem to be taking care of business on the wifely duties there. But then again it sounds like he’s pretty useless in taking care of his duties to you. Tell you what were gonna do, were gonna fix you right up. “You may speak freely, but keep your tone civil if you don’t want me to silence you again”. “Who are you, why are you doing this. How are you doing this”. “It’s a shame you don’t remember me, I was one of your husbands few male employees and in my short time working for him developed a strong dislike and desire for payback on both you and him, well, now its payback time. Luckily for you I hate him, I was only a little annoyed by you, so from your standpoint, your actually going to enjoy what I do a lot, whereas he will regret the day he ever met me for the rest of his life.”
“Call him up and tell him you are tired of his cheating bullshit, but that you realize that by being a frigid dried up bitch you are partly to blame for it. Tell him you are going to Sweden for some very extensive plastic surgery and that when you return you will be the slut of his dreams, he wont need or even want any other woman then you after that.” Mark said with a grin “I...I can’t do that she said” but even as she said it she was picking up her phone. “Ohh you can, and you will” Mark replied. Anita called her husband, a look of desperately wanting to do anything but make the call in her eyes, she none the less got her husband on the line and laid out her plan to him. She told him she would be back in a week ready to be his dream slut and that she was leaving immediately. “Fine, now quickly go grab a weeks worth of cloths and throw them in a suitcase and lets go before your asshole husband comes home to try to confront you.” Anita almost ran upstairs in an effort to comply with Marks order for speed, and in only 15 min returned with 2 bulging suitcases. “Alright let’s go” Mark said. They went out and put her bags in the trunk then climbed in the back of the lemo.
Mark couldn’t help but smile when he noticed that Angel had the front of her cat suit zippered open, her round tits bouncing freely, as he sat down in back he saw Inga sit up taking her glazed juice covered face out of Angel’s lap. “Take us to the community college on oak” Mark said to Angel as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary. “Inga, you come back here with us please, I think Anita could use a drink” As soon as Inga was in the back, her pvc french maid outfit back in place, the car pulled out and headed for the college. Inga asked Anita what she wanted and replied “Vodka and orange juice” a look of fear in her eyes “Why are we going to the community college” she asked. “So you can tell your daughters where you are going and why, so they won’t be worried about you.” Mark said as he had Inga bring him a nice tall glass of iced tea. When she handed it to Mark he licked her face and kissed her passionately causing her to quiver and shake in orgasm “Mmm Angel tastes yummy on you Inga, do you like her flavor” Mark asked looking directly at Anita while he talked with Inga. “Ummm Yes Master she tastes soo good, Inga loves eating her”
“Would you like to taste Anita Inga?” marked asked, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand as he did so. “Ohh yes Master, Inga would love to taste her if it would make you happy”. “Well, I’m sure I would enjoy watching, but the question is, what Anita wants”. Continuing to look directly at Anita Mark asked her “Would you like Inga to crawl over there between your legs and lick and suck your pussy for you, I assure you, I have been told she is very good at it.” Anita looked with shock back at him, taking a gulp from her drink “No! defiantly not I am not a lesbian, and I don’t even know this girl, or you for that matter”. “Aww look at poor Inga, you’ve made her sad by not even giving her a chance, but that’s your choice. Soon enough you will be a slut in heat who will beg for anyone and everyone to use your body for their pleasure, but for now it’s your loss”.
Mark has Inga resume her normal position at his feet leaning against his leg so that he could stroke her hair possessively, which always caused her to smile and come as close as a human female could to purring like a contented cat. Mark took out his cell phone and handed it to Anita. “Call your girls and arrange to have them meet us for lunch, tell them you will be picking them up in a lemo in front of the student union in 15 minutes.” After a little arguing from the girls Anita had managed to impress on them that this was important enough for them to miss a class if needed and had their assurances they would be ready when she arrived. When they pulled up Angel got out, her breasts again tightly wrapped in the clinging PVC of her catsuit, she opened the door for them.
With looks of obvious shock the 2 girls climbed in the car and sat next to their mother. “Home for lunch please Angel” Mark said eyeing the 2 girls. Both were very attractive. Nancy had chestnut brown shoulder length hair, her body was lithe and lean like a runner with small but perky b-cup breasts. Her sister Mary had strawberry blond hair about half way down her back and larger c-cup sized breasts looking much like Mark imagined her mother had looked 25 years earlier. “What’s going on mom, who is this guy, and what’s with the umm, well, fetish gear on these girls” Asked Nancy. “My name is Mark, I am a good friend of your mothers. She has accepted my invitation to lunch for herself and you. As to the girls and their outfits, they are employees of my foundation the Living Urges Society Taskforce. As such they are always helping to take an active part in our studies of human sexual urges and desires.” Mark said in a straightforward way.
“Living urges... what the, mom, who is this guy!” asked Nancy, a mixture of agitation and a slight edge of fear in her voice. As Anita was struggling for an answer that would not further alarm her daughters, Mark took the opportunity to engage his watch to begin the programming of the two girls. Within a moment they both had been programmed to trust him implicitly, and to have a strong urge to please and obey him. They also both suddenly found themselves powerfully sexually attracted to him. “I’m an old employee of your dad’s girls, I made it big and thought I would stop by and show my ‘appreciation’ for all the ‘help’ he gave me when I was working my way up. I’m starting by taking you lovely ladies to lunch, and then I am sending your mother away to the finest health and beauty spa in Sweden.
“Wow, really, they gushed enthusiastically, that’s awesome, mom, your gonna love it, I hear those places really pamper and take care of you. Yeah you really deserve a nice break like this, and we know dads too much of a tightwad to spring for it, so this is an awesome opportunity for you” The two girls now seemed completely relaxed and excited for their mothers good fortune at her upcoming trip. Anita looked at them with open-mouthed amazement, she could not begin to understand how they had in the space of a moment went from natural and reasonably suspicious to completely buying into this story. Finally she looked at Mark with even greater fear, the realization dawning on her that he could have she and her daughters do absolutely anything and none of them would resist, in fact they would be as enthusiastic as the little blond sex kitten at his feet now.
Mark called ahead to the house and arraigned for lunch to be served by the pool. When they arrived the girls were suitably impressed at the grounds and the mansion. They were met at the pool house by Betty, wearing a white string bikini, which while accentuating her smooth brown skin, barley managed to contain her huge perfect breasts. “Ohh good, Mark said, pulling Betty in for a languid french kiss, only when they parted continuing. This is my executive assistant Betty. Betty this is Mrs. Anita Gordon, and her lovely daughters Nancy and Mary.” Mark was pleased to see Olga coming out of the pool house carrying a silver platter full of drinks and appetizers.
As much as Mark might have liked to go further with the three young ladies he wanted the girls on their way in time to reassure not further alarm their father regarding his wife’s sudden departure. So after a really nice lunch and some pleasant chitchat in which everyone but Anita seemed to have a great time Mark said “Well girls, your mother is going to the airport tonight, and I told her I would drop her off. She wants this to be a big surprise for your dad, so she didn’t tell him until today that she was going. I would appreciate if you let your dad know that you saw her off and everything was fine. Please leave me out of the story all together. I don’t want your dad to know I am involved until your mother gets back and he can appreciate her revitalized look.” The two girls both immediately agreed to keep the secret giggling conspiratorially. They assured their mother that they would calm dad down and have him looking forward to her return.
Mark had Angel take the girls back to school so they could recover their cars and go home to keep their father from doing anything while he waited for his wife’s return from ‘Sweden’. As soon as they were gone Mark looked at Anita and with a devilish smile said “Follow me, its time for you to become your husbands wet dream.” Anita obediently followed, but responded “I thought you hated my husband, why in the world would you want to make me into his wet dream?” As they reached the guestroom where Mark had been heading he just smiled as he told her to lie down on the bed. Anita couldn’t help but obey, but the look of fear in her eyes made it apparent she assumed she was about to be raped. “Close your eyes and try to relax, I am not going to do anything to you without your permission” As he said this Betty entered the room with the hypo filled with nano bots designed to transform Anita’s body. Anita jumped a little as Betty injected her arm, then started almost immediately to drift off to sleep. When she was almost completely under she wasn’t sure if she heard or only dreamed she heard Mark finally answer her question from earlier. “Only by driving your husband into a drooling frothing unquenchable desire for you will I truly enjoy what is to follow”
Anita awoke in a strange bed in a large unfamiliar room, she sat up a bit too fast and swooned and flopped back down. When she did so she became immediately aware of a big change, actually two huge changes. She had these massive melon sized tits that although they felt real and very firm and also very responsive were definitely not her normal breasts. As she felt them to ascertain their reality three additional things became clear to her. One, they were incredibly sensitive, their large nipples hardening rapidly. Two, those very large, now very rigid nipples were pierced with large gold rings, with a delicate gold chain going from one to the other. And third, she was getting extremely turned on playing with them. In fact she couldn’t help but slip a hand down to her pussy and was startled to feel her clit and both lips were also now pierced and fitted with smaller metal rings.
Her surprise at feeling the metal rings was quickly overcome by the incredible amount of additional sensitivity they lent to her already steaming pussy. Without even being aware of it she was, within moments of her awaking, completely absorbed in pleasuring herself. By the time she became aware of another person in the room she had been masturbating herself furiously for long enough to be covered from head to toe in sweat. She had kicked all the covers off of the bed leaving her laying on top of a bare mattress, saturated in her pussy juices from the uncounted orgasms she had brought herself to sense she awoke. She looked up to see a woman who she vaguely remembered was named Betty. She was wearing a skintight red PVC cat suit with holes cut in it allowing her tits to show through as well as a slit in the crotch. She had a chrome collar with large spikes all around it on her neck.
But what immediately caught her eye was the huge 12″ black strap on dildo that Betty wore over the top of the PVC suit. As soon as Anita saw it she began to drool, and her pussy began to pulse with even more enthusiasm, lust flared in her eyes. As she lay there caught with both hands in her crotch it occurred to her she should be embarrassed, but the only thing she felt was lust for the rubber cock displayed in front of her. Betty looked down on her with a feral grin and lit a long brown cigarette, and after taking a deep languid drag spoke to her “What a naughty little whore you are, getting yourself off without permission from your mistress. You will need to be punished for this.” As she said it she picked up a long black riding crop from a nearby table that Anita noticed also had a lot of other things on it, some of which she recognized as sex toys, others of which she had never seen before.
Betty smacked her left hand with the riding crop, causing a loud popping noise, which for inexplicable reasons made Anita quiver in excitement. “Assume the punishment position whore” Betty ordered her. Even the sound of Betty’s commanding voice was turning Anita on, as she got up and walked around the end of the bed. She found herself kneeling on a low bench at the foot of the bed and bent over the footboard with her torso resting on the bed with her arms stretched out above her before she even realized she knew what “the punishment position’ was. Betty took a piece of black satin rope and tied first one wrist and then the other to the opposite head posts of the bed leaving Anita spread out her ass in the air and her face in the wet spot she had so recently created.
After she was tied Betty grabbed the back of her hair (which she now noticed was blonder and longer and much more full then it had been) and shoved her face into the mattress. Grinding her nose and face into the moisture she had dripped there from her pussy “Smell that Bitch! See what you did! No one gave you permission to touch yourself you little slut” Although her face was smashed against the wet mattress and it was hard to breath and Betty was really pulling her hair hard, Anita was amazed that all this also made her more horny. Betty let go of her hair and went around behind her. Anita never even heard the first lash of the riding crop on her exposed ass coming before it landed. But when it did she let out a howl, which much to her own amazement was as much from pleasure as pain. The lash was quickly followed by a dozen or more others alternating ass cheeks. As stroke after stroke fell on her ass she noticed they seemed to be somewhat dampened by the large amount of natural cushion she now had back there. After the third or fourth she had ceased to think, and after the sixth she found herself cuming harder and deeper then she had ever managed before in her life. All the while Betty was telling her what a filthy little whore she was, which if anything added to her pleasure.
Anita knew that Betty was right, she was a filthy little slut. The only thing that mattered to her in the world at the moment was the wave after wave of pleasure washing over her body. Anita woke up for the second time in the same bed, but she was still strapped down in the “punishment position’. Just as she began to realize she must have passed out from the pleasure she heard Betty coming around the side of the bed. She felt Betty again grab hold of her hair and pull back her head as she said “You scream like a fucking siamese cat in heat bitch, if you hadn’t passed out we would all probably be deaf by now.” Anita felt her mouth pop open as if it had a mind of its own as soon as something touched her lips. She looked down to see that she was being strapped into a large red rubber ball gag. “There that will keep you quiet while I show you what your new body was built for” said Betty, again walking around out of site behind her.
“Now whore, I am going to show you what you were born to do, and what the whole purpose of your future life will be.” As Betty said that she let out a cruel laugh as she started to force the 12″ long rubber strap on into Anita’s plush ass. Anita’s ass felt like it was on fire as the large dildo penetrated it without lube, but even as the fiery pain was starting to feel good she felt an incredible cool and slippery sensation as she heard Betty spit on her, obviously providing some lubrication. The combination of stimulus was too much and Anita began to quake and moan in ecstasy, her nostrils flaring like a racehorse as she gasped for breath through her nose. Betty started pounding further and faster into Anita. As it happened the strap on she wore also had a smaller dildo on the inside that went into Betty’s sopping wet pussy and with each thrust it pushed against her own clit causing her almost as much pleasure as she was giving to Anita.
After both girls were finally on the verge of collapse from the large number of orgasms they had each experienced Betty flopped down onto Anita’s back, completely satiated. After a unknown amount of time Anita felt Betty’s weight lifted from her and heard a vaguely familiar voice say. “You girls take your mistress back to our room, give her a nice relaxing bath and them tuck her into bed” Followed by the unmistakable sound of a hand slapping flesh followed by a squeal of pleasure and giggling. She then felt someone taking off her ball gag gently, allowing her to finally breath easily. Next her wrists were untied and a pair of strong arms slid under her. Immediately she found herself cradled like a baby in a pair of strong masculine arms and she looked up into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. As soon as she saw it she became entranced by every detail, from the strong masculine jaw to the fine tapered nose, but the eyes, deeper blue then any ocean, when she looked into them she became lost. Never before had she felt so profoundly in love. She wanted nothing more in life then to forever stay in his arms and look into those eyes. Mark, that was his name, the name that was now indelibly forged in her soul as the one man she would ever love, she would do anything for him, anything at all. If it brought him pleasure she would gladly die for him.
As he carried her out of the room into another Mark asked her “Did mistress Betty show you what you are now?” Anita marveled at how sexy his voice was and how warm it made her feel inside that he cared enough about her to ask her a question finally managed to answer, somewhat tentatively. “I am a whore, who was born to be fucked.” Mark leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead, then said “Not just any whore Anita, you are MY whore, I own you, how, does that make you feel?” Anita felt like she had just won the lotto, been elected prom queen and given birth all at the same time at Marks pronouncement that she belonged to him. It was as if everything she had ever dreamed of was given to her on a platter. All she could say was “Ohh Mark, I love you so much, I belong to you, I am your whore, I am your slave, use me any way you want, I’ll do anything for you, anything”.
Mark gently sat her down on the patio. She barely even noticed the warm breeze blowing across her sweat covered body as her whole attention turned to looking at Marks naked body and became fixated on the massive hard cock swinging between his superb muscular legs and below his rippled abdomen. It was the single most beautiful thing she had ever seen, it made her mouth and pussy water and drove all other thoughts from her mind other then a unfathomably powerful desire to have it in her, on her, to service it. It was her God and she wanted nothing more then to worship it in any way she could. Mark smiled down at her, he was very pleased that her mental rearrangement had progressed as smoothly as her physical one. “After all that exertion you must be thirsty, show your master how thirsty you are whore” Mark said in a calm but commanding tone.
Anita immediately realized what Mark had in mind and her pussy juices flowed even faster at the thought of it, to be blessed by her master with his water would be as if she was being anointed by the blessing of her new God. She rose to her knees, and sat back on her heals. She opened her mouth as wide as she could while cupping her breasts upward. She was not sure how she knew it, but she knew this was the appropriate stance to receive her master’s blessings. Mark smiled and began to piss all over his willing slave but mostly in her open mouth. Anita gulped down as much of her master’s sweet nectar as she could but it came down in a golden torrent covering her in his slick musky smelling urine. Unable to control herself Anita exploded into an earthshaking orgasm at the foot of her master. “When the time is right, you will give me everything I want, and then I will reward you with my touch and my seed. Until then this is all you will receive from me, be thankful I am a kindmaster or I would not even give you this.” It was not until Mark ordered her to stop that Anita could stop herself from kissing his feet and thanking him for his kindness to his worthless slave”
Anita was lead back to her room, where she spent the next few days in an almost constant state of sexual activity. Mistress Betty was so kind, teaching her all she would need to know to be a good fuck toy for master. When she was bad mistress would punish her, when she was good mistress would reward her. When she was very good mistress would bring in Inga and Olga to help reward her. She slowly realized she loved her mistress more then she had ever loved anyone other then her Master. Her love for him rose beyond love to the level of worship. And at the end of each days training, if her mistress reported she had been a good student she would be anointed by her master with his golden love. She worked very hard every day to make sure she never missed out on her reward. Each day it was harder and harder to sleep because she could not stop thinking of the day that she would be worthy of her master’s touch.
One day after only a week had passed in her new life Anita was brought a new outfit by Inga and Olga who said it was from her master as a reward for her progress towards becoming a worthwhile fuck toy. Anita cried in pleasure at the kindness and generosity of her master as she began to get dressed with the twin’s help. When she was done she looked at herself in a full-length mirror in the dressing room she had never been in before. She was surprised when she saw a complete stranger. The woman in the mirror had her face, although it was made up like a whore with heavily rouged cheeks, dark mascara and her lips coated in dark red glossy lipstick, but everything else was different. The woman in the mirror had huge tits now barely concealed by a sheer black silk body stocking, which clearly allowed the nipple rings and adjoining chain to be seen through it. Below that she had a red satin corset cinched up tight pushing her boobs even more prominently out then they might otherwise have been. The woman’s long curvy blond hair was pulled back into 2 pigtails that cascaded down to her ass in length. As she turned she noticed the woman’s ass was huge and round and barely covered by a micro mini length red latex skirt that molded itself to the form of her plush ass perfectly. Below that she had a pair of white silk thigh high stockings which were topped with red satin bows on the outside of each leg. Her feet were encased in a strappy pair of shiny red patent leather 6″ spike heal shoes. It was when her eyes caught sight of the shiny sterling silver collar that she knew the woman was her, it was engraved in fancy script ‘Fuck Toy’.
Anita would have cried with joy if the twins had not warned her about messing up her makeup, but it was all she could do to contain herself. She looked amazing, surely when her master saw her he would find her worthy of his touch she prayed silently to herself. She was giddy with excitement when her master came in a few minutes later with mistress Betty on his arm. He looked like a movie star in his fancy high-class dark blue Italian suit and dark sunglasses. Betty looked stunning wearing a form fitting black latex dress that accentuated all her curves as it molded itself to her voluptuous form. A pair of elbow length black latex gloves with the fingers cut out to allow her long red nails to stick out completed her simple yet amazingly sexy outfit. Anita felt an amazing sense of warmth and happiness as her master looked her over and said “Yeah, you like you could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch, this is going to be a lot of fun”. She felt a familiar tingling in her pussy as he stepped close to her that got stronger as a snapped a leash on to a ring on the back side of her collar.
Mark led Anita out to the waiting lemo and as he and Betty sat together on one seat he had her sit on the seat across from them. Olga knelt by his feet as usual. As they pulled away Mark said “We are taking you home now Anita” which was the key phrase he had programmed her with to remind her of her past and everything that had occurred before her transformation. But it did nothing to alter or dampen the programming that had been in place sense she was transformed. Her expression went blank as she assimilated it all then she immediately fell to her knees in front of Mark crying “Please no, master, don’t make me go back there, please, Ill do anything, I swear Ill be a good little fuck toy. I promise ill be so good you will never want me to leave. Please don’t send me away master, please.” She was rapidly becoming hysterical gulping for breath between pleading sobs. Now as much as Mark enjoyed playing master and servant and got off on being dominant, he was not heartless and the sight of this gorgeous fucking sex slut on her knees begging him not to send her away melted his heart. He leaned over and took her in his arms smoothing her hair and pulling her into his embrace. “Shhh, hush now Anita, I told you, you are mine, I would never send you away, now settle down” he said to her as he rocked her in his arms.
Slowly her sobbing subsided as the message got through to her combined with the fact that her master was holding her in his arms and talking sweetly to her. Her emotions took a roller coaster ride as she started to be elated that he wasn’t going to send her away and that he was being so kind to her. “Now sit back and have some water and collect yourself while I tell you what we are doing” Mark said, while he himself sat back into his seat. Anita sat back and drank slowly the water that Olga handed her. “Now you remember your former life correct Anita?” “Yes, master” “good, now there were some things you liked about your life that you wouldn’t want to lose right?” Mark asked in a soothing tone of voice. “Yes, I love my children, <sniff> and my cat whiskers.” She replied. “And there were some things you didn’t like so much, right?” Anita frowned as she answered “Yes, master, my no good cheating husband, he treated me like a floor mat and I let him. I will never let him touch me ever again, no matter what.” She said the last with a vehemence that surprised Mark. He had not programmed her with any special or additional hatred for her husband, so he could only surmise that now that she liked herself her additional self esteem was allowing her to express how she truly felt about him.
“Now your daughters are pretty sophisticated, but from what I gather your son is pretty blind to his dads bad side?” “Yeah, his father always doted on him and he never got to see the bad side of his dad”. Mark continued “So you see, If you were to simply leave your husband not only would that be far too little a punishment for all he has done to you and me, it would punish your son who is innocent.” Anita seemed to consider this and after a moment nodded in agreement. “What I have in mind will allow you and I to get revenge on you worthless husband in a way more severe and nasty then your simply leaving him ever would. And at the same time your son will not need to know what is going on and can finish his education without the strife of a broken home. So, Anita, what do you say, will you help me destroy your husband for what he has done?” Anita’s response pleased Mark to no end “Will I get to stay with you then Master?” she asked biting her bottom lip and looking at him longingly. “Of course, as long as you obey me and give me everything I ask, you will be my fuck toy” Mark replied. “Ill do anything you say master as long as I can be with you and hurt that prick Jason” she said. Mark smiled at what was to come. He sat back and ordered Olga to fix up Anita’s make up so she would look her best for her reunion with her beloved husband.