Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

[BennyQ]

Anton gave a short chuckle when Olivia thanked him and asked if she pleased him. Of course she did. Everything he had done to her was designed to meet that end. What he was truly pleased about was the fact that his alterations and experimentation actually worked. A profitable business could be had by turning relatively ordinary women like Olivia into raging bimbos, hungry for cock. The look in her eye was evident enough of that. “You’ve done very well pet.” Anton said, moving to rise to his feet and buckle up his pants again. “But you aren’t quite done yet. Another day or two, then you’ll be perfect.”

“Play time is over now. Back to your pen to rest and wait for another day.” Anton said, moving to reattach her leash and collar around her neck. He personally led her back to her cell, where he thrust her inside. Once more her toy was inserted within her before she was left alone, the hatch closing to signal her alone time. It would be some time before she encountered another living person and the following morning is when Dahlia was sent to retrieve her once more. Today was to be her final day of genetic alterations, when her body would form an excellent hour glass figure. That day, Anton was waiting for both women to return in order to give him his daily treat before the process began. They should know the drill by now, or at least Dahlia understood. Whether the drugs were taking a permanent effect on Olivia by now or not remained to be seen.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Brought back to her cell, Olivia found herself back on the cold floor, surrounded by the hard walls, she was given no respite from being such a good pet...as she tried to go to sleep, her small movements were clear reminders of the evil Dr. Radke, with a huge, thick anal plug up her ass...as she slowly came of the "orgasmic high" that was thrust upon her, what with that awful machine and the fuck session with the doctor, Olivia's mind was coming back to some sort of reality...but it was becoming very, very difficult to see that old reality...Olivia was very confused....her night was tormented with the thought of cock and the thought of escaping...moments of clarity would seep in and Olivia would cry herself to sleep, but then her dreams were filled with cock and servitude...such torture....again she would cry herself to sleep....there was an odd solace in her new body, already quite curvaceous....even her face, when Olivia touched it was different, her cheekbones much higher, her lips so full, her nose narrower and pointier....again, she was at odds with herself, not quite sure which realty was her true reality....

When the morning came and Dahlia came to the cell and removed the leash from the wall, Olivia was in a moment of clarity, her old reality was set in her mind....without thinking, Olivia gave a solid punch square into Dahlia's face...Dahlia hit the floor and Olivia was on the run....she closed the door to the cell and locked it and ran down the hall, her chain dangling from her neck....she made it to one of the double doors and tried to open it....to no avail it was locked...panicked, she went down another hall and then to another pair of double doors....locked again....Olivia ran into an adjacent room....where could she go? Where? She then looks up and sees a metal grill to an air vent...how can she open it? How? Onto the bed she goes and tries to pull on it, but then.....

Being drugged and brainwashed as an odd effect on people....it becomes a mental prison that makes the boundaries of a jail cell endless....Olivia slips back into Dr. Radke's world and obsessively thinks about him....she slowly gets off the bed, walks back into the hall, and walks and walks and walks until she finds Dr. Radke.....

She drops to her knees and unzips his pants, she pulls out his cock and starts to suck on it....she seems so relieved to have it in her mouth - like a drug, she needs it... in between sucks she speaks...

"I punched Dahlia ~suck, suck suck~ in the face Master. I ~lick lick lick~ locked her in my cell. I ~suck, suck suck~ I, I don't know what I ~lick, lick lick~

Olivia has forgotten that she had tried to escape and continues to suck Dr. Radke's cock with a great fervor and delight, as if he is the only reason of her existence....

 

[BennyQ]

Anton began to worry when the two girls didn’t arrive as he had desired, his precious scheduling thrown into disarray by this simple delay. He swerved in his chair to a nearby security monitor and flicked it to life, switching through various channels as he scanned them for any sight of the two ladies. They were nowhere to be seen and as he finally flipped towards Olivia’s cell, he was shocked by what he saw. Dahlia was there on the ground, inside the cell by herself with a brutal looking sore on her face. The explanation of it was simple to Anton; Olivia had subdued her jailor and escaped.

A sudden flash of rage built within him, directed at both Dahlia and Olivia. Dahlia for being so incompetent, and Olivia for thinking she could dare escape at the height of her alterations. When the girl was recaptured, for he knew there was no easy way out of the lab, he would make sure she was severely punished for her actions. He kept Dahlia locked in the cell, serving as punishment for her failure as he flipped through the channels once more to locate Olivia. He couldn’t find her anywhere, but he froze solid when he heard the doors to the current room slid apart.

Moving in his seat, he is even more surprised that it was Olivia coming to him. He hurried over as if it was urgent, though her movements didn’t seem at all threatening. Anton was confused but curious at the same time, desiring to know exactly what Olivia intended to do. He had the worst punishments imaginable flowing through his mind as he regarded her, though it quickly fell to the back of his mind as he suddenly knelt before him and went searching for his cock. It didn’t take the slut very long to have it in her mouth, licking and sucking as she confessed her crime.

Anton gave a laugh, placing a hand on Oliva’s crimson hair as he regarded the humorous situation. She had escaped her cell not to find freedom, but his cock. She must truly be an addict now and he felt a rush of excitement as his process had finally been perfected. Here was living testimony that any woman could be turned into a cock-craving bimbo. “Very good pet, I’m impressed. But that is not how we do things around here. Remember that next time, and ask permission if you desire anything.” Anton explained, curling up her hair in his fist as he began to throatfuck her painfully. Perhaps they could forgo today’s alteration and he could take her straight into her new duties as a maid. Just fantasizing about it put him to the edge of orgasm, spewing his seed into her mouth with great intensity as he groaned loudly. Today was turning out to be a wonderful time.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Before she could even answer Dr. Radke as to asking permission and such, he proceeded to grab her hair and began jamming his incredibly long, thick, hard member down her throat...it caught her a little by surprise and she had to quickly try to open her throat as she was taught. But even with that, he was quite forceful, and his actions said much more than mere words to her. Olivia knew that he was unhappy with what she did. As he kept fucking her like this, by the time it was over she had forgotten what she had done and wondered why she was being punished in the first place....

As he unloaded his orgasm, the amount of cum that filled her mouth was for the ages. It seem like it was at least a pint to her as she was all consumed by the liquid and had such a hard time swallowing it, as her throat was in some pain from the throat fucking. She gagged a bit and eventually swallowed the whole mass of that salty viscous seed of his. The taste was becoming something she desired to have. Was there something in his cum, something like a drug that made her love the taste and want more? Olivia shrug such a thought off and her mind was blank again. That vapid look as she sat there, still kneeling and then looked up at him and uttered the words he probably would want to hear most....

In a hoarse voice Olivia was thankful and then asked...
"Master, thank you. (...for being mouth fucked....) Now, how can I be of help to you today?"