“So, you’re clear on what to do?” I asked as Agent Fields stood on the steps of her old office, the transformation ray held firmly in her hand.
“Please… don’t make me do this… I… I…” she let the words stumble out of her mouth but my stern look forced her to answer the question.
“Yes Sir. Go in and use the ray on Agent Moon, Agent Taylor, and Director Hamilton to make them into your eager sex slaves just like me.” she finally responded.
I smiled and nodded, “Good, now get to work. Call me when it’s done.”
She nodded and then walked up the steps and towards her colleagues.
“Is that you Tara?” Agent Stephanie Taylor called from where she was seated on her office couch reviewing several field reports that she was working on without looking up. Tara was due in to the office today for a check in from her undercover work, and both wanted to catch up on the latest gossip either had heard.
She brushed a short strand of brunette hair over her ear as she pursed her thin lips and stroked her short nail across the page and under a line that she would have to change as it wasn’t quite right.
Then something in back of Stephanie’s mind tweaked, she’d heard the sound of Tara’s high heels approaching, but Tara didn’t wear heels. She pulled her eyes from the report just in time to see Tara standing in the door way, some kind of weapon outstretched and pointed right at her.
“What the…” Stephanie managed to get out before she saw the strained look on Tara’s face.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I don’t have a choice…” Tara said and then pulled the trigger, a bright blue beam arcing across the room and hitting Stephanie right in the face.
Stephi blinked several times and then giggled, “Uhm, like, whatcha sorry for? giggle” she asked as she reached up and played with her hair.
Tara seemed sad, but Stephi was nothing but giggly and she just couldn’t understand what her friend was so moppy about.
“I’m sorry Stephanie… I’m sooo sorry, he made me do it.”
“Oh my god, like, is he gonna make me do things too? Gawd, that would be sooooo hawt! giggle“
Stephi then spread her legs and started stroking her pussy through the tight blue spandex of her outfit, “Mmmmm… like, make me your horney little slut… make me suck your cock… make my big fake titties bounce when you fuck me…”
Stephi didn’t notice Tara leave, she was too busy masturbating to the idea of being made to do things like the good little sex slave she was.
Josephine Moon’s head looked up from her computer screen and scrunched into an annoyed expression, “What the fuck!” she said aloud to no one.
The sound was strange, it almost sounded like moaning, coming from the Agent Taylor’s office just down the hall, but that couldn’t be the case. Was she maybe reviewing some video evidence or something?
She was about to stand up and find out what was going on when a nock came at her door, “Josephine?” a nervous voice asked.
Which was a little strange as she’d never known Tara to be meek or nervous, the woman was a wrecking ball.
“Hey Tara, I’m here.” she said and then almost thought she’d heard Tara say “shoot” under her breath before she opened the door.
“What the fuck!” Josephine said, this time very much to the person that had just walked in. Yes it was Tara, but gone was the confident agent who only dressed in power suits and tactical gear, replaced with a small woman in latex and a corset.
“I’m sorry… sooooo sorry… I wish you hadn’t been here!” Tara said, almost blubbering.
Only then did Josephine notice the weapon in Tara’s hand, too late to avoid the arc of blue engery that emerged from the tip of it.
Josie blinked several times just as the door closed, and her staring at it.
She looked down at her top, barely covering her nipples, even though it was almost completely transparent and took it in her fingers to rearrange it just a bit.
Then she turned back to her “office” and gasped… it was a mess!
God she was a professional, there was no way she could work in such a state!
She quickly started cleaning up, remaking her bed, sliding the stuff from the nigh tables into the drawers, and getting everything perfect.
She let out a moan as she did the cleaning, got it was such a turn on for her, she wondered how she ever managed to clean an entire room without dropping down onto her ass and masturbating for hours.
She didn’t have that kind of time though, there was someone coming, someone important and she had to be ready. Be ready to suck and fuck like the best sex slave in the world.
She pulled her hand out from between her legs, where it had slipped all on it’s own, and continued to get ready.
Henneritta Hamilton watched the outline of Tara’s form through the semi-opaque glass of her office door and smiled.
“Right on time.” she thought to herself, but then again, she expected nothing less from Tara, her best Agent.
She watched Tara’s hand raise up to knock on the door and the instant it hit, she replied, “Come in Tara.”
Henneritta was the director of the small group of agents that specialized in “unusual” cases, cases that no one else could handle, and she’d personally trained all three of her agents. She’d spent years working her way up through the system, but even so she’d become the youngest director in agency history and even now, approaching forty, she was in great shape.
“Hey Director Hamilton…” Tara’s voice spoke and Henneritta instantly knew something was wrong.
Henneritta reached for her service weapon that was in her drawer, never taking her eyes off of Tara as she stepped inside.
Tara had obviously been compromised, she wore a ridiculous getup and held a weapon of some kind that was obviously very technically advanced.
“I’m sorry… so sorry…” Tara said as she raised the weapon towards Henneritta.
She’d managed to get the desk drawer open, but not take hold of her weapon yet, “Tara… wait… we can talk this out…” she said, trying to stall for time.
It was too late though, a flash of blue light lit up the room and then everything changed.
Henneritta leaned against the pedestal, her hand behind her head, her massive tits protruding from her chest, and watched four people walk into her “office”, or what was left of it anyway.
On the left was Agent Moon, dressed in a parody anime outfit, her hand seeming to slip towards her pussy, only to be pulled away at the last moment.
On the right was Agent Taylor, giggling like a school girl, hanging off the arm of a man while pushing her tits up against him.
Between the man and Agent Moon was Agent Fields. The woman looked absolutely demolished. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast, and her lower lip still quivering on the edge of blubbering.
The man on the other hand was smiling, with his left hand firmly on Tara’s ass, while his right hand held the weapon that had done all the damage she surveyed.
“So Director Double H, what do you think of the changes?” he asked and she knew the question was directed at her.
She wanted to scream at him, shout at the top of her lungs, but instead her hands came down from her head, grabbed the sides of her tits and jiggled them.
“Mmmm… Rita loves the changes baby… Rita loves her big fake double H’s… mmmmm.”
The words came out without any guidance from her, but she knew they would, she could “feel” Rita swimming around in her head, eager to come to the surface.
The man chuckled and nodded, “That’s what I thought. Well, come on, let’s go. You four have places to be, isn’t that right Tara?” he asked and gave Tara’s ass a slap as Henneritta stood up and took her place beside Agent Taylor.
“Please… no… I don’t want to be… to be…” Tara stuttered out.
“You don’t want to be the Madam? But you’re going to be so good at it. And these three are going to be your best whore’s too! Just look at them… so eager to be on display, so eager to be used, so eager to please… your brothel will be the most popular in the city in no time.”
“Please…” was all Tara could get out.
“Well, I guess we could always use another whore… I mean we do have the big titty slut, the dumb blonde bimbo, and the cosplay wretch… there is one more spot I could put you in…” he said and Henneritta desperately want to tell Tara no.
That no matter how bad she thought being the Madam to her colleagues, watching them be fucked day and night, that whatever the man might offer would only be worse.
But Henneritta knew Tara wasn’t thinking straight, that the old Tara would easily have seen through the ploy, but the current Tara was broken. Broken from being changed, broken from changing her friends, broken from all that had happened.
“Yes! Yes, make me the fourth whore! Make me just like my friends so I can be with them!” she almost shouted as tears came down her face.
“As you wish.” the man said and then stepped away from the group, waved the weapon at Tara to move away as well, and then fired.
Tara sat on the edge of her couch and tried to hide her disappointment, “Well, ok, sure.”
The man smiled and nodded before she stood up and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her tits into his chest and kissing him passionately.
He wanted to fuck her, and that was fine and all, but he just wanted to fuck her tits and pussy. Sure, that was great and all, but she was an anal slut, not some low class whore like her old “friends” were.
Those three sluts came every time someone stuck a dick in their pussies and couldn’t stop gushing about how great it was. And sure, she’d cum too when this guy fucked her pussy in a little while, but it wasn’t like when she had a cock in her ass.
A cock in her ass made her cum so hard, and it was only better the harder and deeper it was.
She suppressed a sigh and managed a smile, at least one of her regulars was scheduled for later, he’d fuck her ass good and hard, so there was that at least.
