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In the Blink of an Eye
by DS
Contains: mind control/hypnosis, straight sex, lesbian sex, humiliation,
babification, costumes
Chapter 1: Sanitation
"Dr. Engstrom?" Marlene watched as the slouched form of Dr.
Karl Engstrom, head of Research for GBOC, rose to attention. "I
would like a word with you after the meeting, if possible". He
nodded to her, and seemed to nervously shuffle his notes as the rest
of the staff seated for the monthly evaluation meeting. Marlene had
been dreading it too; as head of Finances she was responsible to keep
the balance in check, and as things were headed, that balance wasn't
looking good. "Miss Andersson," asked chairman Wilkins, "from
what I can tell from your report we're looking at a substantial deficit
next year, but I don't see any notion of measures you intend to take
to compensate for the deficit. What can we expect?" Marlene had
pondered that question for weeks now, the most prominent solution being
to cut back on funding for one of the departments, and at a first glance,
she hadn't been able to find any easily targetable sections. Not until
she noticed the reports from Research. "I have a few options I
would like to explore before giving you any definite recommendations,
sir. I will need a few days." She glanced at Engstrom, who seemed
blissfully unaware of her discovery, lost in a world of his own. Her
answer satisfied Wilkins for now, and he moved on to Engstrom, who snapped
out of his daydream to deliver an incohesive report on how Research
had been focussing on internal reorganization too much to get definite
research done. Marlene smirked - it was a cheap escape, but 'reorganization'
was the magic word for Wilkins, and would keep him from doubting the
validity of Research for a while. Engstrom was no fool, and Marlene
recently learned for how long he had been covering up his mismanagement
already. Research was hardly performing yet received more than adequate
funding, and her tenacity had pierced the reports that had obscured
that fact for so long. There was one obstacle: Engstrom. Due to company
policy, as head of Finances she was expected to discuss any possible
cutbacks with the head of the receiving department so as to give them
ample time to prepare a defense should the matter be discussed, and
she knew Engstrom would not give up any part of his funding without
a fight. After the meeting, she remained with Engstrom as the rest of
the staff left the room.
"What can I do for you, Marlene?" he asked in Swedish, their
native tongue. Marlene hated his familiar attitude; she was Swedish
by birth, but she was an American woman, and Engstrom knew fully well
she wanted nothing to do with him or his Swedish charm. "I prefer
you to call me Ms. Andersson, as you know. And I'd like to talk finances
with you." she replied in English. "Hmm. All business, as
usual. I hope you're not looking to Research to cover your little deficit,
are you?" Engstrom replied, complying with her English. Marlene
was prepared. "Research has been underperforming for years, Engstrom.
It may not be obvious, but the reports have enough information for someone
who knows what to look for." Engstrom leaned back, staring at her
with strange intensity. "I will turn in my recommendation in two
days, I suggest you have some more solid explanations besides 'reorganization'."
Marlene scoffed. "I really wish you'd reconsider, Marlene."
Engstrom's gaze annoyed her, there was an eerie gleam in his bright
eyes. She quickly snapped out of it. "Two days. Good afternoon."
She went out and quickly paced to the elevators, and plumped in her
seat when she finally reached her office. Across her desk her assistant
Liao Chen gazed outside, resting on her arms. Marlene leaned over and
snapped her fingers, startling Liao into action. "What's with you,
anyhow" Marlene snapped. "I'm sorry miss Andersson, I always
get a bit drowsy on rainy days.." "Hmm. I want the Sales report
done before three, I suggest you get working". Liao hurried to
correct herself, and Marlene stared out of the window herself for a
bit. She felt nervous now Engstrom knew of her decision, unsure of how
he would deal with this. He had made passes at her when she first started
working for GBOC, and ever since she had had the idea he hadn't given
up despite her brisk refusals. After leafing through various printouts
with her findings, she started typing her report. Just before five,
she finished it, checked it with Liao, saved, packed her bag and left
for home. Tonight she'd take a long, hot bath and plenty of rest - she
needed to unwind a bit, Engstrom was just a science nut and she had
seen through his best efforts when it came to accounting. Research would
have to work for their money for a change, and that was that.
At eight thirty the next day Marlene entered her office again. She had
to settle for a quick shower instead of her hot bath, she didn't get
the rest she wanted and it had put her in an absolutely foul mood. Liao
cringed as she slammed her bag down, loading up her mail client to check
for messages, but a brief knock on the door announced Victoria Duponte
entering the office. Victoria was the newest accountant in the department,
a prodigy straight from college and annoyingly aware of her skills.
"Good morning miss Andersson," Victoria beamed and halfheartedly
nodded at Liao - "I was in early this morning and finished checking
C4-C7, discrepancies have been filed and sent to the appropriate sections
for correction." Marlene gave her a calculated smile. "I'd
appreciate if you'd verify with me next time before filing, in other
words follow procedure a bit." Procedure was a word Victoria had
her own thoughts about - she knew to stay in line just enough to stay
out of trouble, but she took any chance she could get to take initiative
and show what she was worth. "Keep working on the C series, Victoria...
and could you get me some coffee, I could really use it." Victoria
gave her a mocking look. "Miss Andersson, I may be the junior employee
of this section, but that does not make me a coffee maid. I shall have
the C series done for you to check before the afternoon." and left
the office again. Marlene sent her a fierce stare and turned to her
screen; then noticed Liao getting up to get her coffee. At least Liao
knew her position in this office, and Victoria would learn to know hers
after a few more weeks just as well. No fresh-from-college Canadian
brat was going to overpower her just yet. Scrolling through her mail,
she noticed her eyes having some trouble focussing on the screen. She
shoved her seat back, and it seemed her monitor was slightly blinking
at irregular intervals - she beckoned Liao to check it as well when
she came in with her coffee, but she didn't seem to notice it much.
"Shall I call tech support for you, miss Andersson?" Liao
offered. "No, it's alright, I think it's gone already." Marlene
moved her seat back and continued on her mail. Her thoughts wandered
to the Research issue, and as she sipped her coffee she thought about
the report some more. Maybe it would be wise to check it over once more.
Line by line the report seemed to vanish. Marlene couldn't believe
the things she missed yesterday. She saw flaws in the numbers, evidence
she thought firm crumble, generally she felt she had to restart from
scratch; she had about a day and a half to work with, it would have
to suffice. Once again she went through the Research reports, and somehow
she didn't find many useful things anymore. Slowly fear crept into her
heart - could she have been so far off on the report? As she stared
at the empty remains of her document on the screen, she decided she
couldn't continue without further information. "I need to check
with Research for more reports, Liao." Liao looked up. "But
miss Andersson, I thought you finished your recommendation already?
We went over it thoroughly-" Marlene interrupted "somehow
we weren't thorough enough Liao, these numbers aren't right, they're
not enough, I need more reports so I can write a conclusive recommendation".
After Liao arranged her visit to Research, Marlene stared at her empty
report one more time. "What was I thinking..." After she headed
out, Liao crept behind her desk and checked the papers again, yet unable
to find anything wrong with the data: Research was evidently underperforming,
even she could see it while she still a few years from achieving her
degree in accountancy, yet miss Andersson seemed certain of the opposite
now. Liao sat back in her seat, glad she wasn't responsible for the
report.
Marlene quickened her pace as she stepped out of the elevator into
the research department. A mixture of fear and confusion numbed her
brain - she needed more reports, to build a solid case, even that would
mean dealing with- "Ah, miss Andersson - there you are" Engstrom
greeted her. Marlene collected her senses. "Good morning mister
Engstrom. I wouldn't have expected you to show me the reports personally,
don't you usually have some employee to do that kind of work for you?"
Engstrom scratched his chin. "I just finished them myself, please
follow me". Marlene noticed he wasn't as careless as usual: he
seemed tense, and this put her at ease somewhat; knowing the enemy was
struggling as well instilled her with confidence. "These are the
files", Engstrom said and pointed at several piles of disorganized
files scattered on the floor "but I'd really like you to reconsider
your decision". Marlene ignored his plea, and tried to make out
some sort of ordering in them. "I'd like those sorted out"
she spat - she wanted to get the files, head back to her office and
sort this out, in any case spend as little time around Engstrom as possible.
Engstrom slowly bent down to the piles and started shifting them. "Whatever
you wish, ma'am". The tone of his voice sent a chill down her spine.
When she received the stack and wanted to head out, Engstrom clasped
her arm. "Come visit me tonight, I need to talk to you about this."
She roughly pulled her arm free. "Watch it." She quickly paced
out the room towards the elevators. "Grasping at straws."
Marlene thought.
"Miss Andersson?" Marlene blinked up from her screen, seeing
Liao look at her questioningly. "I'm sorry miss, but you seemed
very distant just now - is everything alright?" Marlene realized
she had been staring at the screen for what must have been minutes.
"Y-yes, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. How is the Sales report coming
along?" Liao looked confused. "I mailed that to you yesterday
already, miss." Marlene looked back at her screen. Of course she
did, she really needed to get a grip on herself. Yet every time she
tried to go through the big stack of reports, her mind seemed to wander
off, getting more restless because of her total lack of progress."
A while later Liao started packing her bag and left the office; only
then did Marlene realize it was five already - with her report empty
as ever. Marlene sighed; this was going to be an all-nighter. As she
moved back from the screen, she noticed the blinking again, and quickly
turned off the monitor. Liao would have to call tech support for it
tomorrow.
When she came home, the first thing on Marlene's mind was the bath,
and she quickly undressed as she headed to the bathroom. This issue
was tensing her up entirely, and she needed to be relaxed if she wanted
to finish that report before tomorrow afternoon. A bath would be a good
idea. Moments later, as she sunk into the hot tub, her body finally
relaxed, and her mind seemed to clear out as the bathroom fogged up.
"Ahh, just what I needed." She needed these detailed reports
to make her recommendation solid. Her body filled with a warm glow as
she came to terms with it; she travelled her hand across her leg, enjoying
the smooth caress under water. "Mmm... it's been a while..."
Maybe these detailed documents didn't contain what she needed either.
Both her hands caressed her thighs now, and her body became restless
under her touch, her nipples hardening as they dipped in and out of
the water. Maybe she didn't have a case. She kneaded her large breasts
with her right hand while stroking her inner thigh with her left, slowly
feeding the rising warmth in her loins. Maybe she shouldn't cut the
Research budget after all. Her left hand had parted her folds and was
gently rubbing, her right hand tweaking her nipples, the water in the
tub sloshing against the sides. Maybe she should go visit Engstrom.
The rubbing and tweaking intensified, her body on fire - but suddenly
she stopped, her body still burning. "I should go visit Engstrom."
Her words echoed in the bathroom.
As Marlene drove through the hills to Engstrom's remote house north
of the city, she half-consciously began to realize what she was doing;
while her mind had been clear in the bath it was in turmoil now, and
her hands trembled on the wheel, yet she had no other choice, or at
least none that she saw - she had to face Engstrom and clear this matter
out. Her body still felt the passion she had built up earlier - the
tremors of the car made her shuffle uncomfortably in the seat, and she
was glad when Engstrom's house winked into her headlights as she entered
his terrain. On Engstrom's driveway, she inhaled the thick, musky scent
of the wet leaves of October, and shivered against the cold winds that
swept around the hills. Only two rooms were lit in the considerably
large building, which seemed unusually spacious for a man like Engstrom,
living entirely by himself. Engstrom must have heard her car approaching,
because he was standing in the doorway already. "Quite delighted
you came, Marlene." He sounded very sincere somehow. Marlene silently
followed him inside, passing piles of papers, boxes with old electronics,
books, magazines, and the clutter increased as they headed from the
hall into the living room - clothing, plates, cartons, mugs, every flat
surface in the room seemed to have been claimed. Engstrom went ahead
of her, and cleared some papers and compact disks from a couch, then
gestured at her to sit down. Marlene was entirely lost for words, her
hands shaking nervously in her lap, and it wasn't until Engstrom returned
from what appeared to be the kitchen with a cup of coffee that she regained
some of her spirit. "I-I don't even know why I'm here." Marlene
sputtered as she took the cup. Engstrom grabbed a stool from under a
table and sat down. "I do. Drink that, and stay calm - I have some
things I have to tell you which may not be to your liking." Engstrom
spoke in a determined voice. Marlene looked in her cup, now expecting
the coffee to be drugged somehow - she had to get out of here, leave
this place as quickly as possible, but somehow she was frozen in her
seat, her fingers firmly clenching the cup. There wasn't anyone living
nearby for several miles as far as she could tell. Judging the distance
from her to the door, she could throw the cup at Engstrom and dash for
the door - it would give her enough time to start her car, drive off
and alert the police, she only needed to-
-the coffee went down well, it was just coffee, warm and soothing,
and relieved some of her tension. The room was warm, the couch was soft,
and her body seemed to drift off while her mind cleared - it was best
to stay calm. "To answer your question, you are here because I
asked you to come." Engstrom started in Swedish. "I couldn't
let you take away my funding, Marlene; it was only a matter of time
before you'd find out, and I was prepared for it. We both know some
of the resources from Research aren't used for GBOC research, rather
they fund my personal research, and that research is everything to me."
Engstrom rose from his stool and started pacing about. "I was born
thirty-four years ago in Trondheim, was a good student, graduated in
both biology and psychology, and was proposed for a research institute
here in America. Oh, that research institute was heaven to me, Marlene.
I had the most advanced equipment, enthusiastic and bright colleagues..."
his voice trailed off as he seemed to reminisce. "And I could freely
focus on the subject most dear to me, behavioral science. I learned
much there about what makes us tick, why we do those things we do...
and America is a country filled with an enormous diversity of people,
even walking in town was a field trip to me." Engstrom stopped
his pacing, and turned to her. "But research institutes are led
by managers such as yourself, Marlene. Managers who can't seem to grasp
the importance of liberty in research, who can't understand that exploring
the boundaries of our technology sometimes requires to look in... unusual
directions. I tried to do everything by the book, but you have no idea
how frustrating it can get... and for an impatient man like me, the
huge leaps I could take with more unorthodox testing methods were too
appealing to leave aside. Unethical conduct, they called it - I never
even touched the girl, but do you realize how difficult it is to get
a position anywhere after you've been fired for unethical conduct, Marlene?
After a terrible year, I met Jim Bates, and he gave me the position
at GBOC; I had a means to continue my research again, but from day one
it was people like you that meddled in my affairs, disrupting me, and
it got worse when he resigned..." Engstrom sat down again, and
gazed at her. "But that will all end now, Marlene. I finally have
developed the means to be left alone, and you're the first to witness
it. You won't cut my funding, not now, not ever."
Marlene blinked. "You expect me to just follow your orders like
that?" Engstrom smiled. "Just like with doubting your report,
coming over to Research to get the detailed reports, heading over here
and just now drinking your coffee, I think you will follow my orders.
I was quite nervous before though, I wasn't sure the methods worked;
even though you showed up at Research for the documents like I planned,
there was a chance... but anyway, like I said, you're the first to witness
it - I should say you're the first I tested my methods on." Marlene
tried to think clearly. Something inside her told her that what Engstrom
was saying was very alarming to her in some way, but she couldn't put
her finger on it. "What do y-" she tried, but Engstrom interrupted
her. "My suggestions, you can't refuse them. I bugged your monitor
feed with a filter that... well, you probably noticed some blinking.
The stroboscopic nature of the blinking is designed to have a hypnotic
effect, leaving you quite vulnerable to certain suggestions I mailed
to you, including the notes about deleting and forgetting you ever read
them. The more relaxed you are, the more suggestable you will be, and
the deeper my suggestions will sink in. The coffee could've been drugged,
you probably expected it to be, but you drank it anyway." Marlene
nodded dumbly, it was best to stay calm, even though something felt
really, really wrong. "But there's more, Marlene... besides having
my funding secured, I..." Engstrom paused, and cleared his throat.
"I'm quite attracted to you as you know. You probably still hate
me, and that's fine - I'm not interested in your personality a whole
lot either, I'm not good at seducing women, so I'll use my talents instead
to make your body mine. You won't refuse me anymore." She was adrift
on a sea of warmth, Engstrom's words droning into her mind. She didn't
want what was happening to her, but her wants seemed like a thing that
had to wait - wait for her mind to clear, for her will to return. Engstrom
took her hand and lead her out to his bedroom.
The bedroom was surprisingly barren, just a broad bed and two closets
in a spacious room, yet littered with clothes. She stood in the door
as Engstrom laid down, gazing at her, grinning like a schoolboy. Marlene
wondered what she was doing, why she was in his bedroom, but she was
horny somehow, and her hands travelled over her slender curves, seemingly
moving by themselves. Engstrom seemed to be slowly taking in her beauty;
she had a natural grace, her mature body a sight to behold. "Come
closer, Marlene." Engstrom beckoned. Marlene walked closer, her
body and mind were warm and relaxed - everything seemed only natural.
"You're still aroused from your bath, aren't you?" She was,
she really was - her nipples rubbed against her bra, her loins burn
under her skirt. She exhaled uncomfortably and nodded. "Why don't
you take off your jacket, and untie your hair." Marlene slid off
her jacket, and Engstrom admired how her breasts strained against her
white blouse; her long brown hair slid over her shoulders. Engstrom
undid his belt, and took out his erect penis - Marlene saw it twitch
in arousal, it was obvious Engstrom had been anticipating this moment.
"Caress it, Marlene." She moved to the edge of the bed, and
gingerly clasped his erection in her hand, slowly rubbing up and down
the throbbing organ. Engstrom let out a sigh of pleasure, shifing his
body to enjoy her touch to the fullest. "Kiss it." She leaned
over, and planted her lips on the purple head; her right hand continued
the massage while her left hand had sneaked out to her breasts, stroking
them through her blouse. She nipped at his penis, kissing it gently,
licking around it with her tongue, but before she could wrap her lips
around it, it began to twitch, Engstrom moaning as hot sperm shot forth
onto her mouth and face, slowly dripping down onto Engstrom's body.
"Clean it." She licked the sperm from his penis, scooped some
up with her finger from his crotch, slowly sucking it off, until he
was clean again.
Engstrom gently stroked her hair as Marlene hovered over him, dazed,
her hands feeling the sperm on her face. Engstrom's look had changed
- he had lost the hungry look in his eyes, and he was smiling evilly
now. "Take off your clothes, and get down on your knees."
Without hesitation she took of her high heels, undid her blouse, slipped
off her skirt, unclasped her bra and slid down her panties, and moved
down on her knees, her head lowered as if her conscious self managed
to show her depravity. "Move your legs apart and masturbate. Don't
come until I say your name." She slid her knees to the sides and
moved her hand down her body, where she started rubbing her slit. A
moan escaped her lips as her other hand stroked her behind, then moved
to her burning nipples. She continued stroking, pinching, rubbing -
her rapid breath mixed with whimpers and moans while Engstrom watched
her, a delighted look on his face. Soon Marlene felt her body approaching
the edge, and she looked up at Engstrom with a desperate plea in her
eyes, begging for the name that would give her release. "I bet
you're dying to come, aren't you?" Engstrom teased, lifting her
chin. She nodded, casting her eyes down in shame - her face still had
his semen on it, her eyes were wide with lust, her lips parted and dry,
her chest heaving, her hands rubbing her slit feverishly, and only after
many torturing moments, he moved to her ear and whispered "Know
that you're mine. Marlene." She screamed with passion as her orgasm
rolled over her, slumped down on her hands, her lower body shaking with
spasms. Engstrom sat up in his bed with a content smile. "Now,
I had a few things in mind for tomorrow."
Marlene woke up fully refreshed for the first time in many, many days.
She couldn't even recall at what time she went to bed - last night had
been a hectic blur, but at least she finished her recommendation. It
wasn't a very valuable recommendation, in fact the numerous light cutbacks
suggested did not hold much ground, and would make nothing more than
a temporary fix to a declining situation. Somehow she felt alright about
it, most of her cares seemed to have been swept away last night. There
was more that happened last night, but she couldn't recall, and gave
up trying to after a bit. At work she greeted Liao and put down the
stack of Research reports. "You look good today, miss" Liao
complimented. It surprised Marlene, and somehow it made her blush. "Thank
you." she smiled. "If you're not busy, could you check my
recommendation again? Turned out Research declared properly after all..."
Liao took the document from her, and started reading. "Would you
like some tea?" Marlene offered, to Liao's extreme surprise. "S-sure"
Liao managed after a bit. Liao had always brought her coffee, but Marlene
realized it wasn't right, she could help out for a change. It gave her
a good feeling, a feeling she could get used to.
Liao had finished reading when Marlene came back in with tea, and took
the cup. "Thank you" - Marlene felt a tingle of warmth - "composition
and everything seems fine miss Andersson, but are you certain about
what you propose?" Liao tried. Marlene thought for a moment, then
answered "Not really certain... but I think it will do, the document...
and please, call me Marlene..." Liao looked confused. Suddenly
a sharp knock on the door announced Victoria entering. "Good morning
miss Andersson, I just came to say I finished the D series already,
you didn't get back to me for my question on them yesterday so I went
ahead with them as they were." Marlene couldn't recall what D series
Victoria was referring to, but nodded and smiled anyway. Victoria moved
over to the desk. "Is that your funding proposition miss Andersson?
Mind if I take a look at it?" Marlene handed her the document without
hesitation. "No problem at all, Victoria." It wasn't a problem,
she was glad to help. She waited while Victoria read the document, and
smiled at Liao, who seemed to be unsure about what she should do. "Miss
Andersson, I'm wondering about the document... you've targeted several
sections for funding cuts, none too drastic - but I don't see Research
among them. I did some reading up on the department reports, miss, and
Research seems to have a surplus while their performance shows no sign
of anything being done with those resources; why didn't you target them
instead?" Marlene fidgeted with her jacket. "I-I explored
that possibility, Victoria, but there's more to it than that, it's not
just-" she struggled. "I think the document is good as it
is, and-" "-and miss Andersson has worked here for five years
already, she knows what she's doing." Liao had jumped to her aid.
Victoria gave Liao a sour smile. "Shall I start work on the E series
then, miss Andersson?" Marlene was glad Victoria had dropped the
subject, and nodded to her - Victoria went away again. Liao fumed. "I
don't like her attitude, she acts like she's more experienced than you
miss..." Marlene smiled at her. "Thank you for supporting
me, Liao, I-I don't entirely feel like myself today...".
Liao had suggested she should take the rest of the day off to recover
from the stress of the past few days, but she still had work to do -
she marked all the detailed reports from Research as approved. She wondered
why she did that - her mind was so foggy today, she could really use
that rest. She departed after mailing the recommendation to Wilkins
at lunchtime, and tried to gather her thoughts on the way home. She
looked up from the dashboard - somehow she had taken a wrong turn, she
was in an area she didn't normally drive through. Or was she going somewhere
else? She gave up trying to think her way through this, it wasn't a
good day for that. 'I was going to visit Engstrom' she thought an hour
later, as she walked up to his house. He didn't answer the doorbell,
then it struck her - he was still at work of course. She tried the door,
and strangely enough she could push it open. Oblivious to why she was
there, she gingerly walked around the messy rooms. It was nice and warm
inside, the heating still on. 'Engstrom must be a busy man' she thought
as she tried to free a place to sit in the living room. 'This place
could sure use some cleaning.' The seat was free, but she continued;
she collected the books and put them on the shelf, stacked the compact
discs that were strewn around the place, and started gathering the clothes
from the different rooms. Once she reached the bedroom she made a startling
discovery. On the bed before her was a maid's uniform.
'What on earth would Engstrom have this for?' she thought. Even
if he had had a maid, surely they didn't wear uniforms like this these
days. She felt the fabric of the uniform - it seemed traditional, soft,
almost silken to the touch, with frilled hems, white gloves and long
black stockings. It was very odd, but she couldn't take her eyes away
from it, it held a certain classic allure, and she felt a growing longing
for it, wondering how it would be to wear it, like dressing up when
she was young... Her mind seemed to drown in the warmth, she was getting
giddy by her odd ideas. She bit her lip, trying to think clearly, but
eventually picked up the uniform and held it against herself while she
posed in the mirror next to the bed, smiling naughtily at herself. Her
head swam as she decided, and after putting the costume back on the
bed she took off her clothes. Standing naked by the bed, she started
slipping on the costume piece by piece. Starting with the white cotton
panties, she noticed the uniform was a bit on the small side for her
- the panties stretched almost like a thong around her warm loins. She
had to squeeze into the bodice - although the length seemed adequate,
there was not much room for her large breasts, the skirt seemed overly
short as well, hardly covering her panties. At least the stockings and
gloves were a good fit; she even found some shiny black high heels to
complete her outfit. Gazing in the mirror, she was amazed at how sexy,
how erotic she looked. Her breasts stood out proudly, showing a generous
amount of cleavage, her panties peeked out naughtily from under her
skirt, which flared over her hips, tied with a white bow on her back,
the long stockings making her legs seem even longer. She stood there
for minutes, mesmerized - her hands softly caressing her breasts, rubbing
her moistening folds through the panties. She wasn't watching Marlene,
she was watching a cheap, slutty maid. She could smell her arousal,
and she stopped to look around. 'A slutty maid should clean', she told
herself, and there was a lot to do.
Hours later, she was still working - most of the rooms were clean now,
but there was a pile of dishes left. Her arousal had kept building,
her moist panties riding into her slit, keeping her hovering close to
orgasm, and she was trying to rub her groin against the edge of the
kitchen sink as she scrubbed the plates, but somehow she couldn't reach
her peak. "Hello Marlene" a voice behind her suddenly spoke.
She spun around, and looked at Engstrom in distress. "I-I'm sorry,
I was- it was-" Marlene stammered as her body blushed with shame.
She had entirely forgotten about where she was, and now he had seen
her grinding her hips against his sink wearing a maid uniform, her nipples
poking through the stretched fabric - she would never be able to explain
this. "You did a good job on the cleaning." Engstrom's voice
was warmth to her, and she gasped as her heart filled with a feeling
of fulfillment. "T-thank you Mr. Engstrom, I'm sorry, i-it was
a bit messy and I thought y-you might like it if it was a bit cleaner..."
Marlene tingled all over, her warm body making thinking difficult. She
didn't like Engstrom, but somehow his compliment made her feel so valuable,
appreciated... so hot. She thought about the perverted fantasies that
probably tormented the poor guy seeing her like this, he probably thought
he might even get laid, but she wasn't that easy... yet oddly enough,
the thought of turning him on gave her a proud feeling, a feeling of
purpose. Could it be that she was attracted to him after all? She stumbled
back against the sink, brushing her hand against her breasts and exhaled.
She could tell by the lump in his pants that he liked what he saw, but
why was he just smiling at her? Her hand stroked her thigh, and she
licked her lips. She couldn't take this much longer, she was so hot,
she felt so empty, she needed to be taken, even if it had to be him,
and she hesitantly spread out her legs, stroking invitingly with her
gloves alongside her wet slit. But Engstrom didn't move one bit, and
she bit her lip, her passion growing desperate.
"S-sir, would you like to take me?" She blushed furiously
as she realized what she had said, but she needed him, she would accept
him if only she could find release. Engstrom's smile widened into a
grin. "Why Marlene, why do you ask?" Marlene swallowed hard,
words swivelling into her mind as she presented herself. "I'm hot
and moist, sir... I-I thought you might want to..." "I think
I will, Marlene." He slowly moved towards her, clasped her behind
under her skirt and kissed her on her lips. She put one arm around him
and frantically returned the kiss while her other hand stroked her loins
- she felt her moisture trickle down her legs. Engstrom lowered her
panties onto her knees and slid his fingers across her slit, causing
her to moan thankfully - she hurriedly undid his belt and lowered his
pants, his penis springing free against her skirt. Engstrom turned her
around, and she bent over the sink, her breath now in gasps. "Thank
you sir" she moaned as he penetrated her from behind, slowly starting
to thrust in and out. Marlene was no longer in a conscious state of
mind as she rhythmically bumped against the sink. "Oh mister Engstrom-mmmm
thank you sir-ahh". Her aching emptiness was finally filled, and
her pent up arousal erupted in a shuddering orgasm, her knees trembling,
her vagina clamping down on his penis, triggering Engstrom as well;
she felt his seed exploding inside her, gasping at the sensation. Engstrom
kissed her hair, and Marlene moved down on her knees to suck and lick
his penis clean, his sperm slowly seeping down her thighs. "That
was heaven, Marlene" Engstrom gasped, his penis rising under her
care again. and his praise filled her with happiness and renewed arousal.
She sat back before him, feeling the uniform, no, her uniform, cling
to her every curve, it felt so right, and her mind became very clear
as she realized what the uniform meant to her, as if stepping from cold
darkness into the radiant warmth of the sun, her purpose was before
her. "I-I would like to serve you from now on, mister Engstrom."
Engstrom held up her chin and looked into her eyes. "I know you
do, and you will serve me well." Marlene smiled blissfully, and
for the first time in her life she felt complete.
Chapter 2: Junior Staff
Earlier that day.
Victoria sat at her desk in deep thought. Miss Andersson's recommendation
was a mistake, a very unprofessional mistake, and no one would know
if they didn't carefully examine the Research papers like she had. She
lighted a cigarette. She hadn't worked at GBOC long enough yet to officially
contest the recommendation, but there had to be a way, some way, to
work her discovery to her advantage. Miss Andersson's reaction to her
suggestion told her she was not the person to approach for it, especially
not with that uneducated nothing she called her assistant sitting there
all day. Andersson might have worked here for five years, she might
have had many more years of work experience, but her decision on the
recommendation screamed incompetence. She took a long drag from the
cigarette, wondering what had happened to the enthusiasm with which
they had taken her in. Graduated cum laude, best of her class - if that
didn't prove she had what it takes, what would... and yet, she was given
no opportunity to show her talents, she was given the same assignments
the rest of the team. And miss Andersson refused to show any appreciation
for all the effort she put into it: her work had been flawless, she
had shown initiative, and the only thanks she'd received came this morning,
for a routine assignment, and seemingly only because Andersson was overworked,
or whatever excuse that Liao Chen had made up for her absence. She tapped
ashes off her cigarette. Perhaps the recommendation wasn't a mistake
after all - perhaps miss Andersson knew very well about Research, and
deliberately exempted them from the cuts for some reason; it would explain
a lot. She grinned as she put her cigarette out. If this was true, the
opportunity she had been waiting for had finally arrived.
The next morning, Victoria waited on the parking lot for Engstrom to
arrive, and to her content he was early as well. "Good morning,
Dr. Engstrom" Victoria greeted as he came out of his car. "Well,
miss Duponte, of the Finances department if I'm not mistaken. What can
I do for you?" Engstrom replied. Victoria was surprised he knew
her, she wouldn't expect some boring scientist to know much if anything
about other departments. Probably her reputation preceding her. "I'd
like to discuss something with you, Dr. Engstrom." Victoria looked
around. "In private, if possible." Engstrom gestured to one
of the fire escapes, and sat down on the second step. Victoria lit a
cigarette and looked across the parking lot, basking in the early Autumn
sun. Engstrom shivered - the wind made it quite cold in the shade still,
but he was also nervous about this sudden appearance of miss Duponte;
then again believing the funding mess to be over would probably have
been too naive. "I'd like to talk to you about the recommendation
my boss Andersson made to Wilkins, I assume you're familiar with both?"
Victoria exhaled, sending a cloud of smoke to drift by Engstrom. "Yes,
ofcourse." Engstrom was getting annoyed with her attitude. Victoria
give a thin smile and continued. "If you didn't know yet, Research
is not on her list of targeted departments. But I assume you do, since
I believe she visited your department the day before yesterday, and
knowing miss Andersson it wasn't for chitchat." Engstrom frowned.
"That's correct, and I'm glad of course. And you wanted to tell
me this for just what reason?". Victoria grinned. "Let's see.
First, Research has been performing at the same level as ten years ago,
but at almost twice the cost, making it an excellent target for budget
cuts to force the department to increase its efficiency. Secondly, I
assume Andersson knows about this, since she came over here to speak
with you about it. Third, Andersson has not included any note of this
situation in her recommendation, which she rewrote entirely after meeting
with you here according to what I heard. Those three things tell me
that you've struck some sort of deal with her, Dr. Engstrom."
---
Engstrom looked at Victoria in shock. He had expected complications,
but to hear this from a young accountant, fresh from college - it was
completely unexpected. He'd play dumb to see what exactly she thought
she had. "I have no idea what you're talking about, miss Duponte."
He strained to remain calm, this was not a good time for rash words.
Victoria laughed. "Oh please, do you think I'm some stupid kid
you can lie to? I'm going to inform Wilkins about where the cuts should
really take place, and about how Andersson knowingly misinformed him
about it. And I want your support for it, I want you to confirm my own
recommendation; in return I won't mention you struck a bargain with
Andersson to keep your funding. Andersson gets sacked, you get to keep
your job, and you learn to work with a more realistic budget."
Victoria took a long drag from her cigarette and exhaled. Engstrom fumed,
but managed to stay in control of his anger. "Well well, miss Duponte
is planning to take over the throne of the Finance department. But if
you think I'll help you discredit miss Andersson, you're sadly mistaken."
Victoria smiled coldly and shook her head. "I'm not naive enough
to consider myself the new head of Finances. But Andersson's replacement
may be more appreciative of my talents, and as the person who single-handedly
saved GBOC a few hundred thousand dollars on a yearly basis, I do believe
I will gain a certain amount of influence through Wilkins. I've looked
at your developments here at GBOC Dr. Engstrom, and you may be content
not achieving anything noticeable your entire life, but I plan to make
something out of myself. I have the talent, I have the energy-"
"Aren't you a little young for such a huge ego?" Engstrom
interrupted, and had just lost every last bit of calmth he had had left.
Victoria smirked. "Can't stand realizing a widdle guwl like me
poked through your little scheme, Engstrom? Let me put the question
a bit more directly: support me on this, and I'll do my part to let
you keep your job. Refuse, and you'll go down with Andersson."
Engstrom got up and stared down angrily at Victoria. "Well?"
she asked impatiently, but unphased. "I think you picked the wrong
scientist to blackmail." Engstrom spat, and walked off. Victoria
flicked away her cigarette and smiled. She could handle both of them,
and she had a lot of preparations to do; Engstrom would have until Monday
morning to switch to the winning team. If he didn't, she'd teach him
never to underestimate Victoria Duponte ever again.
That night, while Marlene bathed him, Engstrom's mind was racing. Victoria
had mailed him a last warning - she had given him until Monday morning
to change his mind; her overconfidence was his escape, and it would
be her downfall. And he wanted that downfall to be a living hell for
her, and he had just the means of achieving that. He could have her
walk naked through the company if he wanted, have her beg every male
she saw to screw her. But that would be too wild, people would start
asking too many questions. Turning her into a stupid bimbo wouldn't
work either - he needed something that wouldn't overly draw attention
to her being influenced, but would definitely get her fired... and she
had to be stripped of every bit of dignity she possessed. That little
girl, trying to play hardball like an experienced businesswoman... he
had to attack her ego head-on. If she felt so incredibly mature... a
vile plan formed in Engstrom's mind. He sank into the tub a bit, a big
grin on his face. "Is something wrong, sir?" Marlene asked.
He had almost forgotten Marlene, even when she had been washing him...
Engstrom looked at Marlene, her ample cleavage in his face as she bent
over the bath, her short just dipping over her panties - she was irresistible
in that outfit. Engstrom felt his penis getting erect again, even though
he had taken her just before; she was going to be the death of him at
this rate, but what was he to do...
"Why don't you join me, Marlene." Engstrom fingered her gently.
Marlene smiled and bowed, then stripped off her uniform and entered
the bath as well. He noticed her nipples were hard - it made him wonder
if maybe the real Marlene underneath the maid was somehow still present,
and how she'd feel... he laughed at his strange thoughts. The new Marlene
had almost let him forget who she really was, an uncaring accountant
that couldn't give a damn about the odd scientist from Trondheim. That
Marlene was gone for him, and the new Marlene was here only to serve
him. He gasped with pleasure as Marlene wrapped her legs around his
waist and started rubbing his penis with the sponge. And she served
so damn well. He kissed her lips and fondled her breasts, eliciting
a whimper from her, and she took his penis in her hand now, rubbing
it harder, the warm water around her hand rhythmically sloshing in the
bath. Engstrom teased her slit with his fingers, finally lifting her
behind towards him. Marlene wrapped her arms around Engstrom and leaned
against him, and he gently inserted his hard penis into her, her shivering
folds filled with his throbbing member. They spent a moment like that,
kissing, then Marlene started slowly rocking on top of him, rubbing
her breasts against Engstrom's chest. "Mmm Marlene, you feel so
good..." Engstrom leaned back against the edge of the bath with
his head and let her ride him - her pace was increasing, the water turned
wild, and she moaned in steady gasps as she held the side of the bath
with one hand and fondled her breasts with the other, her muscles clamping
down while she slid up and down. Engstrom closed his eyes as he felt
his orgasm approach. Marlene was close as well, biting her lip as she
furiously rode his penis, her breasts swaying from her movements, her
wet hair in her face, slowly losing control... "mister Engstrom...
I-I'm going to come..." she moaned, and felt Engstrom shift underneath
her, his sperm shooting into her, and her loins trembled, her body was
ablaze, and she cried out in bliss, slowing down her gyrating hips until
she slumped down and kissed him, slowly washing him with her hands.
As Marlene toweled him down, he made quick calculations. He had the
entire weekend to make preparations, that would be ample time. Another
mouth to feed wouldn't be a problem either. As Marlene helped him into
his evening gown, he gave her an amused look. "Marlene, have you
ever considered a child of your own?"
---
Victoria arrived early as usual, a knot in her stomach over what was
before her today. It was too late to go back on her plan, too late for
herself. 'To get ahead in this world you must work hard, set aside your
emotions and dare to take risks' was what her father had always told
her - going back now would be admitting she didn't have the guts to
make it big. She popped on her computer to check if Engstrom had caved
in like she hoped - she had prepared a report which would get her what
she wanted with or without Engstrom's support, but she liked playing
safe. Her screen blinked a bit, and she turned her monitor off and on
to correct it, but it didn't seem to help much. Ignoring it, she opened
her mail client, and she felt her heart pounding as she saw she had
received a mail from Engstrom. She took a deep breath and opened the
message. "Dear Vicky, go to hell. Best wishes for the day, Dr.
Karl Engstrom." it read, and she slammed her fist on her desk in
fury, startling the co-workers which had come in the meanwhile. Engstrom
was going DOWN. Victoria laughed evilly to herself as she practiced
the incriminating speech she'd give along with the compiled evidence
she'd prepared - she knew exactly how to turn his resistance to her
favor. She deleted the mail and sat back, biting her nails in excitement.
Another 15 minutes, then Wilkins would be in for sure. She stopped biting
her nails and took a cigarette.
After ten minutes she called Wilkins' secretary, still biting her nails
as she waited for it to be answered, and finally his secretary picked
up the phone. Wilkins was in, and she would be connected right away;
she clenched her fist and tried to contain her nerves. 'Dare to take
risks, Victoria' she told herself, then spotted the cigarette still
next to her purse, wondering why she didn't light it earlier. "Wilkins."
This was it. "Good morning Mr. Wilkins, this is Victoria Duponte
from Finances, I wondered if I could speak with you today about an important
issue?" Victoria waited. "That depends on what you want to
discuss" Wilkins said, hesitatingly. Victoria looked around, she
wanted to keep her scheme from her coworkers for the time being. "It's
a delicate matter sir, but I assure you it is worth your time."
She could almost hear Wilkins think. "Victoria Duponte... you're
that bright college kid right?" She swallowed back her pride and
confirmed - she wouldn't just be the 'bright college kid' anymore when
all this was over. Wilkins thought again. "Alright then, come see
me at ten." Victoria cheered inwardly - the first fight had been
won. "Thank you sir, I'll be there". She hung up, sat back
and stretched with a victorious smile. The game was on.
Time passed painstakingly slow. Victoria nervously bit on her thumb
as she read through the reports again, comparing with the notes she
made on her computer - she couldn't afford even one mistake, her credibility
had to be unblemished for this to work. She was the new kid, the bright
college kid, and she was concerned her chef miss Andersson might be
committing fraude, and she could not stay silent about it, despite her
loyalty to Andersson. Acting class was going to pay off fully, she imagined
- she then spotted Liao getting tea from the machine. "Hey Liao,
is miss Andersson in today?" she called out. Liao glanced in her
direction, and shook her head. Victoria knew Andersson wasn't in, she
would have seen her enter, but she needed some distraction from her
big plans, and Liao would be a fine plaything. "She's still overstressed
at home then, the poor thing." Liao approached her, visibly ticked
off. "Miss Andersson is a hardworking woman, you know she is. I'd
almost think you're enjoying the fact she pushed herself too hard."
Victoria pulled a hurt face. "Aww Liao, you think so poorly of
me". Liao glanced at the papers on Victoria's desk, and looked
back at Victoria with an angry look. "Why are you working on the
Research reports still? Miss Andersson has already filed her recommendation
you kn-" "That's none of your damn business chink" Victoria
snapped at her, distraught Liao had spotted the papers. "We can't
afford incompetence here, or we'll all lose our jobs. Now don't you
have miss Andersson's desk to clean or something? Or get someone to
fix this goddamn blinking monitor" Victoria hissed, and gave the
monitor a firm smack on the side. Liao looked at her with seething anger
and disbelief, but couldn't say a thing, and paced back to Andersson's
office. Victoria stared at her notes on the screen and bit her thumb
again, annoyed her fun distraction had thrown her off guard like that.
Where was that damn cigarette!
At five to ten she started walking to the elevators, but decided to
take a quick bathroom break first - her nerves were getting to her.
Entering the bathroom, she spotted herself in the mirror and made sure
she looked as impeccable as her story would be. She was quite small
of stature, and a bit flat-chested, but she considered both traits to
emphasize her professional attitude. Her beige business suit was flawless,
her skirt had no wrinkles, the jacket was perfect, and her half-long
blonde hair was silky smooth. Courage welled up inside her, she gave
herself a thumbs-up and paced out towards the elevators. Arriving at
Wilkins' office his secretary showed her in, and Wilkins greeted her,
gesturing for her to take a seat. "So what was the issue you wanted
to discuss with me, miss Duponte?" Victoria took the seat to sit
down while starting her story. "Well..." she paused with the
chair still in her hand. She couldn't remember why she was here - in
sudden fright she bit her thumb. "Miss Duponte?" asked Wilkins
expectantly. A shiver went down her spine, and her body flushed with
shame. "I..." suddenly she felt a stab from her bladder, and
she grabbed her crotch. "I-oh!" she stammered, as urine ran
down her legs. Wilkins rode his chair back. "What the hell...!"
he muttered, as a dark spot appeared in Victoria's skirt. Victoria was
in shock, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry
sir, I'm terribly sorry, I d-don't know what came over me, I..."
she sniffled, blushing furiously. Wilkins clasped his balding head.
"Look, err.. just... go clean yourself up, geez... come back when
you're alright again, okay?". Victoria sniffled and nodded, apologized
again and ran out to the bathroom.
'Shit shit shit shit shit' Victoria screamed in her mind as she dappled
her skirt with the towel. She had lost it just now - how could she have
been so stupid to forget going to the toilet, her chances with Wilkins
had just been shot down quite close to zero. 'Calm down Victoria. Calm
down. There was still hope; she could play it off as a medical condition,
or come a bit closer to the truth and blame it on sheer nerves, Wilkins
might be distracted enough by what she had to say. Another employee
entered the bathroom, and she hurriedly hid her washed panties, and
started fixing her makeup. Wilkins was a professional man, she hoped
he would keep her accident to himself, biting her nails nervously as
she thought about the gossiping that would start if word came out. She
needed to relax, relax. She felt her pockets for her cigarettes, but
despite being certain she packed them, she couldn't find them. She looked
at her skirt as she dried her panties in the towel, it was still a bit
dark, but not too noticeable - she hoped there wouldn't be any odd smells
noticeable. She headed into the toilet to put her panties back on, but
deciding to play safe, she sat down on the toilet. She sucked the tip
of her trembling thumb as she waited, and wondered why she was reverting
to her old habits. She briefly played with the thought of taking some
time off herself after this, she didn't like how all this was affecting
her, but shook her head after thinking a bit - this wasn't too much
for her to handle, most of the stress would be over after she did her
talk. She put on her panties and skirt again - the panties were cold
and uncomfortable, something she would have to bear for now, but things
were safe. 'You're in control Victoria. Let's get this over with.' she
told herself, and headed out to Wilkins' office again.
Wilkins looked uncomfortable as she entered again. "Miss Duponte,
let's forget that accident earlier and get to business." She nodded
nervously and stepped forward. The room was warm, she felt warm and
woozy. She was here to tell something, something about... tears sprang
up as she realized she forgot again. Wilkins' gaze filled her with shame.
"Victoria, you did have something to discuss, right?" She
didn't know what to say, and started to sob, sucking her thumb, rubbing
her crotch as she felt her bladder empty, her urine splashing on the
carpet, the wetness spreading across her skirt. "Goddammit Victoria,
what is the meaning of this?" Wilkins had jumped up and looked
at her furiously, and she broke out in uncontrollable tears, her urine
still streaming down her legs. Wilkins seethed and pointed at the door.
"I don't ever want to see you here again - pack your things and
leave, and don't come back until you're old enough to control yourself."
She wailed as she walked out, dripping a trail behind her, her face
red with humiliation as people looked at her in amazement. She headed
back to Finances, causing quite a commotion as she packed her bag, tears
rolling down her face. Her coworkers gathered around her, unsure of
what to say. "What's wrong Victoria?" one of them tried, and
she sniffled and tried to swallow her tears. "I peed my panties,
and Wilkins fired me" and broke out in tears again. Liao looked
on from a distance. What the heck was going on here?
Victoria still sobbed as she headed out to the bus stop, the wind freezing
her in her wet clothes, her mind in shock over what just happened. Miss
Andersson came down the parking lot, and she hoped she could pass her
without having to explain, but Andersson seemed to head straight for
her. "You look terrible, Victoria, what happened?" Andersson
asked with a gentle voice. Victoria halted and blushed. "I wet
myself in front of Wilkins" she whispered. Andersson put an arm
around her. "Come, I have some dry clothes in the car." Victoria
was in doubt - this was the woman she was planning to destroy this morning,
and now she was offering her help. Her comforting voice quickly won
her over, and she let Andersson lead her to her car, where she changed
into the cotton panties and pants she was offered. Andersson smiled
as she looked at Victoria. "You poor thing... want me to drive
you home?" Victoria felt better back in dry clothes, and dried
her eyes. "That would be wonderful miss Andersson, I-I don't know
what's wrong with me today.". Andersson started the car, driving
into the main street. Victoria sat silently, trying to gather her thoughts,
and at a stop sign Andersson took a bottle of mineral water out of the
glove compartment and offered it to her. "Drink a bit, it'll make
you feel better." Victoria unscrewed the bottle and drank a bit,
the crying had made her throat very dry, and the carbonated water was
pleasant, if a bit bitter. "If it's alright with you, I need to
pick something up at home" Andersson said. Victoria nodded, even
though she wanted nothing more than to go her own place - Andersson
was being so nice to her, she might have misjudged her personal side.
Her mind drifted to what would become of her now, she should be able
to find a new job relatively easily, but she hated herself for doing
something so shameful; she shuddered remembering the mocking stares
she got on the way back to Finances. After she finished the bottle she
felt tired, and stared blankly at the rolling hills they were passing
- she thought Andersson lived in the city, but it was hard to think,
and she had almost dozed off when finally the car turned into a driveway
and stopped at a medium-sized house. Andersson got out and opened her
door. "Why don't you come inside for a bit, I'll make you some
coffee." Victoria blushed as she took her thumb from her mouth,
unaware when it had slipped in, nodded and stepped out, still a bit
dizzy from her sleepiness. Something felt odd, and she stared in shock
at her soaked crotch, her blush intensifying. "Looks like you had
another accident" Andersson smiled. "Let's get you cleaned
up." Victoria was almost desperate, but at least Andersson took
it well, and she followed demurely.
It was nice and warm inside the house, and Victoria had to fight her
sleep as she toweled off her legs. Andersson had gone to get something
for her to wear again, and she took a moment to look around. It didn't
look like the sort of place she'd imagined Andersson to live in, but
the place looked quite clean at least. The couch was so comfortable,
and she felt her heavy eyelids slowly close, but a stumble in the hallway
managed to keep her alert - the maid came into the room. Victoria realized
she was sitting naked from the waist down, and hurriedly covered her
privates, blushing with a warm head. The maid approached, and to her
shock Victoria noticed it was Andersson, wearing a uniform straight
from a fetish party. She clasped her mouth. "Miss Andersson, what-"
Andersson moved towards her, holding a disposable diaper in her gloved
hand. "Let's get you changed, Vicky." Victoria tried to get
up, but slumped back into the couch as her head spun. "Get away
from me" she slurred, having trouble forming words, and when Andersson
moved in she tried to push away the diaper, but her strength failed
her. "I'm not a baby... I don't need to wear a diaper..."
Victoria sputtered, tears of shame and fear rolling down her face. "Little
girls who wet their panties need to wear diapers, dear" Andersson
persisted, and easily slipped the diaper underneath her as she lifted
Victoria's behind, and snugly taped it shut. Victoria cried as she looked
down, her crotch encased in soft padding, but she felt so weak, so sleepy,
and when Andersson sat down next to her and patted her head, she felt
her sleep overpower her, and resting her head against Andersson's bosom,
sobbing silently, she passed out.
Victoria woke up with bleary eyes, her throat dry, her chin covered
in drool. Around her everything was pink, and she took a while to realize
she was lying in an oversized crib, wearing a short pink T-shirt that
left her waist bare, and a diaper snugly taped around her crotch. She
immediately tried to take her diaper off, but noticed her hands were
encased in fluffy thumbless mittens, rendering them useless. She moved
to get up, but sank back to her knees as the room spun around her. This
had to be a dream, a very bad dream, and she wanted to wake up and see
everything alright again. But things remained as they were. It was dark
outside, and she sat and pondered. Andersson had done this to her, slipped
her some drugs or something - she cursed as had entirely fallen for
her sweet lady act - still, she would have never guessed Andersson would
go this far. She checked the crib - her mittened hands couldn't operate
the lock, and the bars were surprisingly strong, kicking them with her
feet had no effect; she'd have to wait for her head to stop spinning
so she could climb out and escape. Suddenly the door opened, and to
her surprise Engstrom walked in, followed by Andersson in her uniform.
Victoria fumed. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Andersson?
This is abduction, I'll get you sent to jail for-" Engstrom interrupted
her. "Don't blame Marlene for this, I just used her to get you
here. I hope you enjoyed your day at work, Vicky, rumours are you gave
quite a show to Wilkins." Engstrom's eyes taunted her. "Don't
get smug with me bastard" Victoria spat. "They'll come looking
for me, and arrest you for this. You can't do this to a Duponte, my
father is a very influential man and he'll make sure you burn for doing
this to me. I can't believe you'd actually think that-" Victoria
was interrupted by Marlene putting a pacifier in her mouth, and for
a moment Victoria was stunned. She tried to spit the pacifier out, but
somehow she sucked on it instead of spitting, and couldn't stop sucking.
"Ah, much better" Engstrom smiled, and approached the crib.
"Victoria Duponte, the confident businesswoman who would pave
her way to success with the people she destroys. So young, so brutal.
I'll admit you have guts trying to pull off what you did, in normal
circumstances you probably would have succeeded as well. But like I
told you, you picked the wrong scientist to blackmail. What I did to
you and what I did to Marlene is only possible thanks to my research,
and yes, it's quite unnoticeable indeed, that's why it's so practical.
I don't need my name in papers, or more money than I know what to do
with. I just want to be left alone, but you had to push the budget issue,
couldn't resist taking a shot at the top." Engstrom paused for
a bit, and only the sound of suckling could be heard. "You're finished
at GBOC, you're the laughing stock of the employees and Wilkins thinks
you're some emotionally unstable kid. You're no threat to me anymore,
Vicky. But you should have watched your tongue, you had to make it personal.
And look at you now." Engstrom chuckled. "I'll enjoy seeing
you wet your diaper each day like a little baby, and I'll make sure
you'll never get used to it.". Victoria had tears in her eyes,
still quietly sucking on the pacifier, until Marlene took it out and
wiped her chin with a towel. Victoria found words again, and whispered
"You can drug me up with anything you want Engstrom, but you won't
ever break my will, and I'll find a way out." Engstrom leaned over.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, Vicky." He unhinged the crib,
and swung it open. Victoria made quick estimates. What trick did Engstrom
try to play on her? She would never be able to dash past him, and she
had only a vague idea where she was in the first place - escaping now
was impossible. She sat back against the side of the crib, her diaper
rustling as she rested her behind. She wasn't going to play along with
Engstrom's games; he grinned and said something in Swedish to Marlene.
"Come here, Vicky." Marlene spoke softly. Victoria looked
over to her - she had sat down on a stool and was pulling down her top,
her large breasts springing free from the tight bodice. She looked away
blushing, unsure of what Marlene was doing - she hoped she didn't think
she was a lesbian, and she wondered what this was all about. "I'm
not going to..." she spoke softly, a warm feeling rising inside
her, and she swallowed her dry throat. Marlene did have beautiful breasts...
her mind was fogging, and she couldn't resist looking at Marlene again,
who was rubbing her erect nipples. "I..." Victoria felt a
strange sensation, a longing building inside of her, and she gazed at
the breasts, mesmerized. "Come here, Vicky." Marlene spoke
again. Victoria tried to get up, but her knees were felt weak, and she
slumped down on her hands. The breasts were full and around, her surroundings
blended out of existence, she only felt her hunger, and she clumsily
crawled out of the crib, towards Marlene, not taking her eyes off the
big, beautiful breasts. Marlene patted her diapered behind and pulled
her on her lap, putting her arm around her; Victoria basked in Marlene's
warmth, slowly leaning her mouth to the puffy nipple in front of her,
giving it a probing lick. She swooned as her body filled with arousal,
and took the nipple in her mouth, suckling gently. Marlene sighed with
delight, and rubbed Victoria's crotch through her diaper. "Does
baby like miss Marlene's breasts?" she cooed, and Victoria nodded
dumbly while she suckled, squirming in Marlene's lap - the soft padding
of her diaper was rubbing against her moist loins, and she moaned into
Marlene's breast. Her mind fluttered as the rubbing continued for minutes;
she was humping against Marlene's hand, breathing heavily through her
nose as her suckling intensified, her arousal starting to overcome her,
approaching her peak - then suddenly she felt her bladder stab and hot
urine gushed into her diaper, making sloshing sounds as Marlene continued
rubbing it. Victoria looked up at Marlene with wide eyes, realizing
what she was did in front of Engstrom and her, suckling drool on her
chin and shirt. Marlene smiled and kissed her cheek, while rubbing continuously.
"What's wrong Vicky?" Victoria sniffled and looked at Marlene.
"I peed my diaper" she blurted shamefully through her drool,
her wet diaper still grinding into her burning slit, and then it hit
her - her body shivered with an intense orgasm, and she moaned loudly
as her spasms caused last spurts of urine to splash into her diaper.
Engstrom leaned over to her. "And that will happen every time you're
close to orgasm. I already broke your will, Vicky." She broke out
in tears while her body glowed, her cooling loins soaked and uncomfortable,
and Engstrom laughed - her humiliation was complete.
Chapter 3: Concerns and Complications
Liao sat in thought as she ate her breakfast. Miss Andersson had announced
her retirement yesterday, without even telling her personally. Finances
was in turmoil with both miss Andersson and Victoria gone - she had
tried to take care of miss Andersson's business as decently as she could,
but it was going to be difficult until a new head of Finances was appointed.
Sipping her tea, she recalled how much miss Andersson had changed when
dealing with the recommendation - and shortly after Victoria snapped
when she had plans to contest the new recommendation. Could it be Engstorm
or Engstrom or whatever his name was had something to do with this?
She couldn't care about Victoria, but she held miss Andersson in great
respect, she had learned so much from her. If Engstorm had somehow forced
her to change her recommendation, she owed it to miss Andersson to help
her if that was the case. But what was a shy girl like her going to
do... 'Hi Dr. Engstorm, I was wondering if you could sign this paper
saying you forced miss Andersson into exempting Research from her budget
cuts please'. She laughed at herself - she'd never have the guts to
go near him. But Natalie did... Natalie Swansson, her old roommate from
business college, had been her support for years, had shown her she
could make her own decisions, had helped her refuse her parents' demand
for her to return to Hong Kong, letting her to stay in the U.S. to study
- and she'd have the guts to handle this as well. Liao didn't like the
idea of bothering her with this, but she couldn't let miss Andersson
down. Natalie was thrilled to hear from her again, and after Liao explained
the situation, she promised to come over that night.
Liao spent a busy day at work, trying to answer all the incoming calls
for Andersson, sorting and relaying her mail, but also getting as much
information as she could about Engstrom. After work, she sorted the
printouts she had about him: data from the employee database, bits of
information from webpages, nothing really noteworthy, but perhaps Natalie
could do something with it. Her doorbell buzzed, and she let Natalie
in, who jumped at her and gave her a big hug. That was Natalie - impulsive,
cheerful, energetic and didn't give a damn about what people thought
of her - she was like a big sister to Liao, and they spent the first
hour on the couch catching up on how they had been. Liao then gave a
detailed report of the past week. "So you think this Engstrom might
be behind Andersson quitting her job, and that bitch Victoria's thing?"
Natalie asked, and Liao nodded, passing her the information she collected
that day. Natalie quickly leafed through the printouts. "Great
work gal, I'll go check this stuff out first thing in the morning. Exciting
stuff though if he did do it, we'll be the clever investigators that
bust his ass like those murder mysteries on TV!" Liao cringed.
"I hope it stays a business mystery Nal, it's scaring me enough
as it is." Natalie laughed and ruffled Liao's hair. "Sorry
sorry, didn't mean it that way... I'm sure that miss Andersson is fine,
she sounds like a tough lady". Liao smiled and nodded. Natalie
looked at her, and stroked her hair. "I missed you gal... I'm always
worried you're not happy at GBOC." Liao leaned over and kissed
her on her cheek. "Thanks for being there for me, Nal... it means
a lot to me." Natalie smiled and stroked Liao's chest. "Want
to have a go, for old times' sake?" Liao took her hand, but shook
her head. "Sorry Natalie, I have too much on my mind..." Natalie
sat back and laughed. "I still love it when you say no, Liao. I
remember a certain Chinese girl that had trouble with that when I first
met her". Liao laughed as well and gave Natalie a playful push.
Natalie got up. "Ah well, guess I'll call Robert or Jason or something,
they're usually in the mood for it, but damn you for making me all hot
again you sexy thing. And don't worry about Andersson, I'll call you
tomorrow about every last detail on Engstrom, save the color of his
underwear." Liao laughed again and threw a couch pillow at Natalie
while she put on her coat and waved.
The next day, Liao promptly received a call at work from Natalie. "Morning
gal, say that Engstrom guy is turning out to be a real creep, I called
the research institute he was previously employed, and it turns out
he got fired for what they called unethical conduct - supposedly couldn't
keep his hands off one of the female volunteers. I'm on my way to do
a little spying on his house now, to see if I can find anything interesting".
"Nal... are you sure you want to do this?" Liao asked - she
was getting worried, even if it was Natalie, there was no telling what
someone like Engstrom would do. Natalie sounded confident as ever. "Course
I'm sure, besides, I won't be long... I'll just slip in, go through
his papers, perhaps check his computer a bit and head back again, so
don't worry." Liao did worry, what Natalie was going to do for
her was probably very illegal. "Just be careful Nal". "One
thing Liao. If I don't call in before six, I want you to call the police
to come to his house." Natalie suddenly sounded quite serious,
and fear entered Liao's mind. "Natalie, never mind then, I don't
want you to-" but Natalie was laughing. "Just kidding, just
kidding. Sorry, couldn't resist. Don't worry about ol' Nally. See ya!"
Liao sighed at Natalie's careless sense of humor, she was evil for teasing
her even now. She wished she had had the guts to do that kind of investigating
herself... then suddenly she thought of something she could do. "Ken
Powell, research" Liao nervously scratched her nose. "Good
morning, this is Hsu from Personnel, is Dr. Engstrom in today?"
"Yeah he is, want me to go fetch him?" Powell replied. "Ah
wait, that's alright, I think we've already solved it, thanks though."
Liao hung up as quickly as possible, her heart racing, but glad she
knew Engstrom would be at a safe distance from Natalie for many hours
still.
Natalie pulled over and checked her notes. She had followed the route
accurately, but she was in the middle of nowhere right now - just hills
around her, and the road was getting sandy. She decided to keep driving
for a bit longer - and thankfully she finally saw a house above the
treetops after a while. She drove past the driveway, parking her car
a bit beyond a couple of trees, hoping to hide it from passing vehicles,
not that Engstrom was likely to have many watchful neighbors in this
desolate place. Approaching the driveway, she saw a car parked, and
thought. If Engstrom was at home, she'd be at a considerably greater
risk, but perhaps he had a maid to clean for him or something - in any
case she wouldn't let this stop her. She sneaked around the building,
arriving at a largely unkempt garden, trailing off into forest uphill.
She peered in through the kitchen windows, saw no one and quietly tried
the door. Luck was with her, for the door gave. Inside she listened
for sounds, but all was quiet, and she looked around the kitchen. A
pack of diapers was on the sink, and Natalie wondered if Engstrom was
married - records from Personnel indicated he wasn't, but then again,
you didn't have to be married to have children. She sneaked on into
the living room, looking around for papers of sorts, but saw only books.
The sound of a closing door came from upstairs, and Natalie heard a
woman's voice. Probably his wife, or girlfriend, or whatever it was
- chances were good this meant Engstrom wasn't at home. His bedroom
didn't have what she was looking for either, so it had to be upstairs,
and that meant some professional sneaking if his wife was there. She
gingerly climbed up the subtly winding stairway to the upper hallway,
and she could make out the voice now. "There you go Vicky, all
clean again. Now, let's get rid of these ugly hairs here, shall we?
Little girls don't have hair there yet, after all." The voice came
from a half-opened door, and Natalie, unable to contain her curiosity,
peeked in. In the room was a woman with brown hair in a braid wearing
a sexy maid uniform sitting on her knees, her skirt hardly covering
her panties, which were small enough not not to leave anything to imagination.
On the ground, on a linoleum mat, was a small but mature woman with
blonde hair in pigtails sucking on a pacifier. What the hell was going
on here?
---
Engstrom drove home humming to the radio. He couldn't wait to be home
again, he had some new humiliation in store for Victoria and longed
to enjoy Marlene's expert lovemaking again. He smiled - for a dry accountant,
that woman knew quite some moves - and all her skills and beauty were
his to command. It had been a difficult day for him, he could hardly
concentrate, his mind plagued by constant guilty visions of last night's
activities. Wasn't getting much work done that way, and he had taken
the afternoon off - it was Friday anyway. He parked his car, and as
he approached the door he couldn't find his doorkey, and walked around
the house. The kitchen door was already open - Marlene was probably
venting the rooms again. He left it opened as he went inside, and unbuttoned
his coat, then noticed a trail of muddy footprint on the floor, and
he wondered why Marlene didn't clean them yet. But he realized the tracks
were fresh - Marlene wore high heels, and Victoria was left barefoot.
Was someone else here?
---
Natalie sat in trance, watching from the hallway as Marlene lathered
up Victoria's crotch. "Stay still now Vicky, you don't want miss
Marlene to cut you, now do you?" Natalie's eyes widened. Marlene?
That was Marlene Andersson?? Then Vicky... she swallowed hard. Liao
wasn't going to believe this. Victoria had tears in her eyes, but silently
sucked her pacifier, resting her mittened hands on her chest. Marlene
expertly ran a razor across her pubes, leaving not a hair in place,
then toweled off the shaving cream. "There, all smooth again, doesn't
that feel better?" Marlene cooed. Sliding off her gloves, she opened
a bottle of baby oil and began massaging Victoria's crotch and behind
until they gleamed. She lingered at her slit, carefully rubbing in the
folds, and Victoria gave a muffled moan behind her pacifier. Natalie
couldn't stop her rising arousal, and she slowly rubbed her crotch,
her other hand in her mouth to stay silent. Victoria was rubbing her
petite breasts with her mittened hands now, while Marlene slid two fingers
in and out of her. Victoria's moans intensified, but then Marlene stopped,
grabbed a diaper, slid it underneath Victoria and taped it shut. "If
you're a good girl tonight Mr. Engstrom might let you have a little
fun, Vicky. Now let's get you back in your crib, it's time for your
afternoon nap. Natalie knew she had to move, tell Liao about this before
someone noticed her, but she couldn't take her eyes from the erotic
scene before her. Then the ceiling crashed down on her, and everything
went black.
---
Engstrom stood over the girl, his hands shivering as he put down the
heavy book he had hit her unconscious with. At least, he hoped she was
just unconscious, and his panic increased - he bent down and checked;
she was still breathing, fortunately. He recollected the different forms
of brain damage people could receive, and he broke out in sweat. 'Please
just let it be a bruise' he prayed, feeling the growing lump on the
girl's head; he couldn't possibly take this girl to a hospital. Marlene
stood in the door, unsure of what was required of her. Engstrom searched
her pockets, and found a wallet. 'Natalie Swansson'. Who the hell was
Natalie Swansson. More importantly, what was this Natalie Swansson doing
in his house? He flipped through her cards - driver license, college
of two years back, fitness club, pool. Just some small change in the
compartment - nothing that told him anything conclusive about her reasons
for being here, except that maybe she was a burglar trying to steal
some money. He found a new flap, and had to use some force to open the
button. Several pictures dropped to the floor - Marlene quickly bent
down and started to pick them up for him. Engstrom checked the pictures
that were still in the wallet - healthy looking girl, cute friends,
never seen any of them before. This was getting frustrating. "Liao..."
he heard Marlene say. He turned to her, as she stared at the picture
on top of the pile she made, showing Natalie with some Asian girl. "Liao?"
he asked. "Who is Liao?"
---
Liao stared at her lunch. It was one 'o clock already, and still no
word from Natalie. She was taking her sweet time probably - not concerned
how much she might worry about her. But if she didn't call in before
six she would call the police - Natalie could have been joking about
that but Engstrom was a very serious concern for her. She nibbled her
donut again, she couldn't eat for her nerves. Finally her cellphone
rang, and after dropping the donut she quickly checked the display.
It wasn't Natalie - it was miss Andersson. "Hello?" she answered.
"Hello Liao, how are you today?" Marlene's voice was gentle
and calm. "I'm fine miss, it's hectic around here without you though..."
Liao spoke, glad to hear miss Andersson's voice, but she wanted to know
why she had quit her job without even telling her. "That's good
to hear. Liao, I would like to talk to you for a bit in person about
what happened the past days." Marlene continued. Liao nodded with
her phone. "Ofcourse miss Andersson, would tonight be possible?"
"Actually, I'm at GBOC now, shall we meet at the north side? The
weather is nice, we can take a short walk." Marlene suggested.
"I'll be right there miss." Liao hurried, put her phone in
her bag, and headed to the elevators. At the southside miss Andersson
waited, squinting against the sun reflecting off the shutters, and Liao
quickly walked to her. "Good to see you again, Liao" Marlene
greeted. "Good to see you as well, miss." Miss Andersson looked
well, she had her hair braided today, and Liao spotted black stockings
underneath her long coat - since when did miss Andersson... "Shall
we, then?" Marlene gestured. Liao nodded, unable to shake the feeling
something was amiss.
---
Natalie woke with a headache, finding herself lying on an old blanket
in a dusty cellar. Trying to get to her feet, a rattling sound revealed
she had been chained to the wall - a sturdy chain was locked to a thick
metal brace around her neck. Engstrom... how could she have been so
stupid to stay there, why didn't she hear him coming... Her head pounded;
she felt nauseous with fear, and she sank back down on the blanket.
Atfer a while footsteps approached, and she tried to sit up again. Keys
rattled, and Engstrom entered - Natalie jumped at him in anger, but
the chain didn't allow her to go far, and the metal brace quickly choked
her to a stop; she coughed and dizzily slumped down on the ground again.
"Look, I'm terribly sorry about all this" Engstrom apologized
- "I'm glad to see you're alright, I was worried I seriously damaged
you... it's best if you don't move too much for now, I fear you might
have a concussion and it's really best if you-" "Get the fuck
away from me" she yelled, crawling back to the blanket. Engstrom
seemed to think for a moment, and put down a beaker near her. "Here's
some water, it should help." Natalie moved to the plastic beaker
- she was thirsty, but she had quite other plans with it, quickly hurling
it at him; the water splashed across his face, the beaker hitting the
wall next to his head, rattling as it hit the floor. "It doesn't
help if you're going to be a bitch about this" Engstrom warned.
She smirked. "Sorry if I don't feel very helpful right now, asshole."
Engstrom seemed to give up and walked off, locking the door behind him;
she lay down on the blanket again and hoped Liao would send help soon.
Natalie heard the rain clatter on the terrace outside. She had been
conscious for about an hour now, and it was still quiet. Her watch and
wallet were gone, she noticed - Engstrom had taken off her shoes as
well. Footsteps approached again, and Engstrom entered; Natalie resisted
her strong urge to give him a firm piece of her mind, it just wouldn't
help right now. "Feeling better?" Engstrom asked; Natalie
scoffed at his concern, she felt like a fly that was asked if the webbing
around it wasn't too tight. "I'd feel a lot better if I was at
home calling the cops to come arrest you, but my friend will do that
for me. I'd let me go as fast as possible Engstrom, you're only making
this worse." Engstrom shook his head. "Your friend won't call
the police, I'm afraid. Marlene?" He opened the door a bit further,
and Marlene entered, leading a girl in on a leash attached to a leather
collar around her neck: it was Liao, gagged and her hands bound between
her back, tears in her face. Natalie exploded. "You fucking bastard!!
What did you do to Liao!! I'm going to fucking kill you for this!"
she screamed, yanking her chain with her hands to no avail. Marlene
locked the leash to the place where Natalie was chained to, and stepped
back as Natalie hurried to remove the gag and ropes tying Liao's arms,
unable to remove the padlocked collar and leash. "I was quite stumped
when I discovered muddy footprints in the house, and after I knocked
you out I had quite some trouble understanding why a completely unknown
girl would sneak into my house." Engstrom sighed. "Fortunately
Marlene recognized Liao from the picture in your wallet, and she went
to GBOC right away to take her here. I'm honestly sorry you two got
involved in this mess, I didn't plan it and I don't like having to do
this to you, but you left me no choice; I can't let you go now"
he softly continued. "Marlene will bring you some food and water,
while I think about what to do with you." "You're fucking
sick" Natalie spat - "guys like you should be fucking shot".
Engstrom frowned at her, and walked out.
Natalie held Liao as she slowly came out of her shock a while later.
"M-miss Andersson was wearing a maid uniform under her coat"
Liao stammered; Natalie hugged her tightly. "Yeah I know... it's
all so weird. How did she get you?" "She called me, asking
to take a walk with her to discuss her resignation, but some way outside
she suddenly grabbed me, I was so confused and afraid..." Natalie
comforted her. "At least you didn't go without a fight gal, I saw
the scratches on her face and arms. There was no way you could know
she was working with Engstrom." Liao shook her head. "I don't
think she's working with him of free will, Engstrom did something to
her, changed her somehow, she was miss Andersson, but she was saying
such strange things, like she was a completely different person."
Natalie thought. "That's creepy, maybe he did the same to that
Victoria." Liao looked at her questioningly. "I saw Marlene
putting a diaper on her before Engstrom knocked me out, I think you
were right about him being behind her scene at the office." Natalie
explained. Natalie felt Liao shiver. "What is he going to do with
us?" Liao asked, and Natalie was silent - she should have kept
her mouth when Engstrom left, as much as she hated him she wasn't in
a good position to anger him, and she hoped he would at least leave
Liao alone. Rhythmic clicks approached, and Marlene entered with a bucket
with water and a plastic bag containing a variety of wrapped snacks,
then put a caged lamp in the opposite corner of the room and plugged
it in. "Miss Andersson, please get us out of here" Liao asked
softly. The uniform rustled as Marlene bent down to Liao, smiling as
she stroked her cheek; she then left without a word. They left the water
and food untouched, and time passed silently, the evening slowly setting
in; the cellar was lit only by the flickering lamp, and Liao and Natalie
slowly drifted off, trying to ignore the light.
Chapter 4: Family Matters
Natalie had a restless night, the dodgy lamp annoyed her immensely
and did a great job in keeping her awake, allowing her only brief periods
of rest. Liao seemed to be sound asleep, and that comforted Natalie
somewhat - she hoped the sleep would let her forget about the past day
a bit. Someone had apparently emptied the bucket and taken the bag away,
and placed two bowls near them, one with water, the other with what
seemed to be leftovers - Engstrom had apparently not forgiven her for
her outburst. Her stomach rumbled, but she refused to touch the bowls
- hunger and thirst were things she would have to deal with for now,
she hoped someone would track them down here soon, but wondered at the
same time who'd miss her enough to alert someone. Engstrom and Marlene
entered after a bit, and Natalie decided to be quiet this time - Liao
slowly awoke as well. Marlene crouched, and smiled at Natalie. "Come
here, Natalie?" she said, extending one hand invitingly. Natalie
wondered what she was up to. "What do you want?" she asked,
trying to move back. Marlene turned to Liao. "Come here, Liao?"
To Natalie's surprise, Liao got up and walked to Marlene. "Careful
Liao" Natalie warned. Did she have something in mind? Marlene got
up and unlocked Liao's leash. "What are you going to do?"
Natalie asked worriedly. Engstrom's silence spooked her, she could hardly
tell emotion on his face. Marlene led Liao out, and Engstrom left as
well, leaving Natalie all alone in the cellar. Was Engstrom going to
do something to Liao? She bit her lip in anger and frustration. After
a long while the door opened again, and Marlene led Liao in. She was
only wearing a black bathing suit, and walked on her hands and knees
- Natalie gasped and hugged Liao as Marlene reattached the leash to
the wall, and left the room after that. "What did they do to you
Liao?" Natalie asked. Liao looked at her and opened her mouth,
but she only produced a faint whimper, then she lowered her eyes. "Liao?
What did they do to you?" Natalie started to shiver. Liao shook
her head sadly, and Natalie hugged her tightly. They would get through
this, they had to get through this. Liao broke their embrace and looked
at the bowls, then crawled to them and started lapping at the water
with her tongue. Natalie clasped her mouth, and tears sprang to her
eyes. What in the world had they done to her?
---
Victoria startled awake in her crib as she heard voices down the stairs.
"...and I was wondering if I could talk to miss Andersson for a
bit, I thought as miss Duponte's superior she might know where she could
have gone, perhaps mentioned something. I found out miss Andersson called
the office from here a few days ago, I hope you don't mind-" a
middle-aged man seemed to inquire. "No, no... it's alright, come
in; she'll be right down." Engstrom's voice replied, and Victoria
looked up to see Andersson hurriedly taking off her heels, stockings
and gloves, putting on a bathrobe and quickly walking out, closing the
door behind her. "I'm sorry, I was just going to take a bath, shall
we go to the living room?" Victoria heard her ask. Someone had
come looking for her! She noticed her pacifier next to her, and the
crib door opened a bit - if she could get to the upper hallway, the
man would be sure to hear her. Her heart raced as she crawled out of
the crib, her thick diaper making it uncomfortable to move around, forcing
her legs apart. The doorknob was high, but she could reach it; however
her mittened hands couldn't get enough grip on the round knob to turn
it, and reaching up made her dizzy. She fell back on her padded behind
and panicked. This was her chance, maybe the only chance she'd get,
if only she could get that damned door to open! Then her eyes lit up,
and she hurriedly crawled to Marlene's gloves on the floor. She took
them back to the door, then put her hands into the sleeves, and reached
up - she felt friction, the knob turned, and the door clicked open!
She crawled into the hallway, her heart pounding. "I don't recall
her mentioning any place at work, unfortunately I was not in my office
the day she left. Maybe a friend's place, if something awful like that
happened to her?" she heard Marlene say, just able to make out
her voice. And if she could hear Marlene, then... she crawled forward
and opened her mouth. Victoria suddenly felt her bowels move, and she
froze with fear. She couldn't be... gingerly crawling forward again,
her bowels cramped, and despite her trying to hold it back she felt
the hot mush filling her diaper, her crawl slowly coming to a halt while
her bladder followed, hot urine rushing into the padding. In horror,
she reached back and felt her behind - the thick warmth spread over
her cheeks as her mitten pressed, a foul smell rising around her, confirming
what she had done, and she burst out in uncontrollable tears. Engstrom
looked at the hallway as the wailing started, and gestured to Marlene
to go check it. He nervously gazed back at the investigator, who was
sitting back sipping his coffee. "Got to love 'em kids, especially
at five in the morning, right sir?" Engstrom blinked, then picked
up his coffee as well, and smiled at the man. "Yes, they're quite
a handful."
Victoria sobbed in her pacifier as she lay over Marlene's lap. She
had cleaned her up, but hadn't diapered her yet, and she dreaded the
reason for it. Engstrom was standing across the room, a stern look on
his face, his arms folded. "Vicky, you've been a bad, bad girl
today." Marlene spoke, rubbing her hand over Victoria's behind.
"I have to punish you, and you have to promise to be good from
now on." Victoria tried to turn her head to Marlene, but suddenly
the bare hand started to swat her behind, and she yelped behind her
pacifier. The spanking continued, and Victoria felt her behind burn
as Marlene smacked it again and again. "This is what happens to
girls who want to call for help and mess their diaper." Marlene
lectured, pausing to rub her sore cheeks now and then, and slowly Victoria's
pained behind began to feel warm and tingly, her hard nipples rubbing
in her tight shirt at each smack, and her cries slowly became moans
as she sucked her pacifier. Her humiliation was intense, but arousing
at the same time, and she felt her bare slit oozing as Marlene kept
spanking. Her mind numbed, she needed release, it was too much for her.
What urine she had left trickled down her legs, dripping down onto the
mat, and she moaned feverishly as each slap drove her further. "Will
you be a good girl from now on, Vicky?" Marlene cooed, keeping
her steady rhythm. Victoria nodded demurely, tears in her eyes, frantic
for release. Marlene stopped spanking, and slid her fingers into Victoria's
quivering slit, the small body trembling on her lap in blissful orgasm.
Marlene lowered her on the linoleum mat and diapered her, then moved
to Engstrom. "Good work Marlene." he complimented, and she
smiled, blushing from his praise. "Come here, Vicky" Engstrom
commanded sternly, and Victoria cringed. Engstrom moved behind Marlene,
and stroked her crotch. "Show miss Marlene what a good girl you
are." Victoria hesitantly crawled closer, and Engstrom slid down
Marlene's panties, exposing her moist folds. Engstrom then reached down
and removed Victoria's pacifier, guiding her head underneath Marlene's
skirt. Victoria inhaled the musky scent, and pressed her nose into Marlene's
slit. She licked hesitantly, eliciting a gasp from Marlene, and Engstrom
pushed her head deeper into Marlene's loins, the juices smearing over
her nose and mouth. "Better make her come Vicky, or I'll let you
mess your diaper and force you to crawl around with it for a day."
Victoria's eyes widened with fear, and she started probing Marlene's
slit, lapping forcefully into the folds, rubbing over her clitoris,
and Marlene felt her knees weaken with the erotic sensations flowing
through her. "Ahhhh... that's my baby...mmm..." she moaned,
and Engstrom smiled as Victoria's diapered behind bobbed up and down
with her licking. He moved back behind Marlene, massaging her breasts
through the cloth, tweaking her nipples. Marlene moaned thankfully and
turned her head to kiss Engstrom, grinding her hips into Victoria's
face, closing her eyes as her loins spasmed and her climax hit her.
Victoria looked up at Marlene, catching her breath, her face a sticky
mess; Engstrom patted her head and forced the pacifier back into her
mouth. "That's a good girl".
---
Natalie awoke the next day, her stomach aching with hunger, her throat
parched. Liao was nibbling on the remaining bits in the food bowl -
she hadn't said a word since Marlene had brought her in, and had moved
around only on her hands and feet, hardly more than an animal; probably
what Engstrom had planned for her. Natalie clenched her fists; she never
felt more powerless in her life, but she refused to give in to Engstrom,
whatever he had used to change Liao hadn't worked on her so far somehow.
She tried to swallow as she looked at the water - it seemed it hadn't
been that, since Liao didn't drink any of it before either, or maybe
she was just trying to make up excuses to convince herself the water
was alright to drink, maybe she was going slowly mad in her depravity.
She dipped her finger in the water bowl and tasted it - it wasn't fresh
anymore, but there was no odd taste or anything, and she decided to
give in, cupping some of the leftover water in her hands and drinking
- the water refreshed her, and at the end she put the bowl to her mouth
and drank it to the last drop. Back on the blanket Liao hugged her,
still with the same sad look in her eyes. "Don't worry gal, we'll
get out of here somehow..." Natalie comforted, but her faith was
waivering. Marlene entered, and crouched before Natalie again. "Come
here, Natalie?" she asked. Natalie cringed again. "What did
you do to Liao? Why doesn't she talk or stand anymore?" she asked.
Marlene got up without a word, and took the empty bowls out. 'I guess
they're waiting for me to break as well' Natalie thought. Marlene entered
again, placing fresh bowls nearby, and unlocked Liao's leash again,
leading the girl out on all fours. Natalie feared what they'd change
in her this time, she couldn't stand the thought of Liao having to go
through all this. Still thirsty, she drank a bit from the new bowl,
and the smell of the food in the other bowl was too much for her to
withstand now, and she started wolfing down the food, licking off her
fingers when it was finished. Her stomach finally full and her thirst
sated, she lay down on the blanket again, her body slowly becoming heavy
with warmth, so tired of all the sleep she missed because of the lamp...
---
Marlene showered and washed Liao, sitting naked on hands and knees
in the bathtub, scrubbing her delicate body until she was entirely clean.
It was time for her transformation, and Marlene would do her best to
make Engstrom content with the result. After toweling her down on the
bathroom mat, she shaved off Liao's pubic hair, admiring the innocent
smoothness of her slit, took a bottle of lubricant and started rubbing
it into her body, until she was slick and shining. She spent extra attention
on her anus, rubbing her lubricated finger in and out, slowly rocking
her back and forth; Liao whimpered as Marlene used more fingers, shuffling
uncomfortably on the mat. Finally, Marlene produced a pair of crotchless
black latex panties, slipping them up Liao's slick legs, and Liao felt
a strange bulge in the back - she cringed and cried out silently as
Marlene inserted the plug deep into her anus, then slid the rest of
the panties in place. Liao lacked the will to do anything to stop Marlene
- she looked over her shoulder, and saw a shiny black tube stick out
of her behind and bend down onto the floor; Marlene then lifted her
feet into some sort of outfit, and after a lot of pulling, she was up
to her neck in a skintight latex bodysuit, leaving only her head, feet,
hands and slit exposed. She felt boots being slid onto her feet, and
gloves followed - they had no digits, and Marlene clenched Liao's fingers
into a fist, then slid it into the end. She locked the boots and gloves
with thin belts, and Liao looked at her hand in distress; the glove
was shaped like a paw. But Marlene wasn't finished yet. She shaved Liao's
eyebrows with the razor, then told her to stay still while she inserted
two contact lenses - Liao's eyes stung, and everything was a green blur
for a while. Marlene then took some latex-based paint and rubbed it
into her face; Liao felt nauseous as the paint burned in her nose, the
chemical smell making her dizzy. Marlene had moved to her backside,
rubbing the paint into her exposed crotch, and Liao flushed with arousal
as she carefully spread it around her folds, leaving only a pink strip
bare. Liao looked with sudden dread as Marlene took some scissors, and
started snipping off locks. As her beautiful black hair fell in heaps
around her, tears rolled down across the hardening latex paint on Liao's
face. Marlene finished with a razor, leaving her head entirely smooth
- then took the lubricant and rubbed it into her skull, following with
a cowl over her head, locking it around her neck with another thin belt.
Marlene smiled and put a leather collar around Liao's neck - the bell
hanging from it tingled as she fastened it. Finally, she took the leash
and led Liao to a mirror. Liao was perplexed; as she suspected, Marlene
had fully dressed her up as a black cat, with tail, paws and ears. The
latex hardly rippled around her as she moved, slowly stretching the
suit into comfort - then she felt a tug on the leash, and her bell tinkled.
---
Engstrom sat in the living room and pondered. Natalie had been in that
lamp's light for almost two full days now, and still showed little sign
of conditioning. She had been quiet enough just now as he had changed
her clothes, but that was only because she was firmly knocked out by
the three sleeping pills he ground into the food this time. With her
stubbornness it was amazing she had touched the food in the first place.
Her resistance was admireable, but it didn't make sense - his method
worked through logic loops, blocking out negative responses to certain
suggestion made, there should be no way to get around that. The longer
someone would try to ignore or move against the suggestion, the more
tangled up their minds would become, and eventually they would follow
the suggestion, unable to resist any further. But this Natalie... she
still had a blaze in her eyes everytime she looked at him - what was
with her that held back his influence? First time he spoke with her,
she said some things a person in her position had better not have said.
She was rash, impulsive, rude, proud... quite the same as Victoria,
and she had offered little resistance. Engstrom's eyes lit up. Except
that clever Victoria carefully thought things through. Natalie acted
without much thought, giving her mind no time to get caught up in the
loops! What an extraordinary concept, Engstrom beamed, the scientist
in him euphoric he had solved the puzzle. Now, how would he get around
her resistance? "Mr. Engstrom, Liao is ready." he heard Marlene
announce - he hadn't even noticed she entered. He looked up, and swallowed
hard at what he saw. Natalie had looked quite appealing in her bathing
suit, but Liao... Liao was a work of art. Her every curve was highlighted,
the soft light dancing off her suit as she crawled through the room,
dragging her tail behind her. She was irresistable, and Engstrom had
to fight his instincts to take her right there. Simply irresistable.
He clasped his mouth as he realized Liao was the solution, the key to
Natalie. He walked over, his erection uncomfortably straining against
his pants, and stroked her head. "Hello, Liao" he smiled.
Even her name was fitting for her already.
---
Natalie woke up groggily, unable to recall when or why she had gone
to sleep. She felt naked, and quickly noticed she had been stripped
down and put into a brown bathing suit, like Liao had been. Her metal
collar had been replaced by a thick studded leather collar, but she
was still firmly chained to the wall. "What the fuck is the meaning
of this??" she yelled. "Engstrom!!" It remained silent.
He wanted to break her as well, but he could dress her up in anything
he liked, she would never give up her will, she would never give up
fighting. A faint tinkling approached, and Natalie perked up - she was
hoping Engstrom would enter; regardless of the consequences, she had
a few fine words for him right now. It was Marlene with a leash, bringing
back Liao - Natalie startled in amazement as she saw her shiny black
form crawl in. Marlene detached the leash from Liao's collar, giving
her a rub on her back, and Liao crawled to Natalie, tears and bewilderment
in her emerald eyes. Marlene left and locked the door behind her, and
Natalie cuddled Liao, lost for words, her tears dripping down the black
smoothness. She noticed Liao's pink folds were glistening with juice,
and she burned with anger - holding Liao against her will apparently
wasn't enough for Engstrom, he was making her into his cat - having
her enjoy it as well, turning her into some sort of sex pet; If Marlene
was an example of what his tricks could do, the Liao she knew would
disappear... "Seems this was a little more serious than we guessed,
eh gal..." Natalie whispered hoarsely. "I'm so sorry I let
that creep get me, I'm the reason he did this to you... I hope you-"
but Liao interrupted her, kissing her on her cheek. Natalie smiled at
her - at least they were together, somehow. Liao rested her head in
her lap, and Natalie rested her head on the blanket. Something brushed
against her chest, and she noticed Liao nuzzling her large breasts,
getting more comfortable in her position, and her nipples hardened.
"E-err, Liao... might want to stop doing that, you're making me
hot that way..." Natalie whispered.
Liao perked up, moved her face Natalie's, giving her a sensual lick
on her lips. "Liao..." Natalie softly spoke, her body flushing
with arousal, and she guiltily got up on her knees to return Liao's
kiss, trailing her hand across Liao's smooth chest, circling around
the gentle slopes of her breasts, feeling the nipples rising against
the latex - she had never been good at resisting Liao; her other hand
was gingerly rubbing her crotch, and she moaned as Liao slid her body
against her, licking down her neck. She was so incredibly sexy in that
outfit... Natalie raised her behind when Liao nuzzled at her back, leaning
forward on her hands, her head swimming with arousal, and Liao positioned
herself behind her, rubbing her head against her thighs, giving gentle
licks to her crotch, then started lapping at her slit through the fabric.
"Mmmmm gal that feels so good" she moaned, moving the bathing
suit aside and gently rocking back and forth as Liao went deep, going
straight for her sensitive spots. It had been so long since she had
been with a woman, and Liao was a very good lover. Her moans intensified
as she watched Liao lick, her black ears poking out above her own behind,
her curved body softly shining in the light, her black tail waggling
softly, and Natalie's body was on fire - her slit was burning, her breath
came in ragged gasps, her moans were getting thin, and her orgasm slowly
approached. "Oh mmm your tongue feels so good on my clit"
she gasped, and Liao put her paws on her hips, her bell tinkling, and
started licking with even greater tenacity - Natalie slumped down her
arms, her muscles tensing up, then screamed as her body was wracked
by her climax. Liao lapped up her juices, and slid along her body, the
sensation sending more spasms through her. Liao licked her face and
pressed her body against hers. "That was... amazing..." Natalie
said when she found her breath again. "Now it's your turn, pussycat"
she grinned, and started kissing all over Liao's body, slowly moving
towards her loins, her own arousal building again. It was dark when
Natalie finally fell asleep, exhausted.
Natalie had a strange dream that night. She was in a cosy room with
a crackling fireplace, filled with warmth and delightful smells. She
was lying in front of the fire, basking in the heat, and someone was
stroking her hair. It was Liao, lying next to her, a naughty grin on
her face, whispering into her ear. She understood what she said, but
she was too comfortable to really follow what that crazy girl was telling
her. The fireplace crackled and popped, and she slowly drifted off,
Liao still whispering into her ear. A door opened behind her, and she
got up on her hands to see who it was - Engstrom stood in the door,
smiling warmly. A great happiness came over her, and she crawled to
him on all fours as fast as she could, her heart racing with excitement,
and put her hands on his hips, giving him a thankful smile. Natalie
startled awake. 'That was some freaky dream' she thought with a shiver,
blinking against the light that came through the small window, the lamp
dim in comparisment. Maybe Engstrom was getting to her, but she couldn't
let that happen, she would resist him to the end. Liao was curled up
against her, sleeping soundly - she smiled as she remembered their intimate
lovemaking last night, unsure of how long they continued - that little
vixen just wouldn't stop. Her throat was parched, and she crawled over
to the bowls, lapping at the water with her tongue. She startled as
she realized what she was doing - Engstrom did get a hold on her somehow.
Liao woke as well, and Natalie crawled back to her, giving her a warm
kiss. Liao smiled back at her, then got up and gave long licks on her
black arm, cleaning some dried juices off. Natalie worried about her
as well - she was acting more and more like a cat; whatever Engstrom
did to her seemed to be starting to dominate her personality. If she
wanted to get them out of this, she was going to have to act while she
still had her own will. She heard heel-clicks - Marlene was approaching.
The woman entered, and Liao crawled over to her, rubbing up against
her stockings. She smiled and rubbed Liao's cowl, then crouched before
Natalie. "Come here, Natalie?" she asked, and Natalie moved
closer. Marlene locked a leash to her collar, unhooked the chain, and
led her out. There was a large basket for Natalie in the kitchen, accompanied
by two bowls that read 'Nally'. Marlene nudged her to sit in the basket,
and tied her leash to the radiator, then walked to the hallway to prepare
the bathroom for Natalie's transformation. Victoria was lying on her
back on the carpet in the living room, softly sucking her pacifier as
she watched the muted television, and Marlene patted her head as she
passed. Liao had snuck into the living room with her, brushing up against
her legs. She crouched and stroked her back, Liao arching into her caress.
She sat there for a while stroking Liao, who was soon panting, her painted
crotch glistening with her juice. "My, you're quite a horny kitten"
Marlene smiled, and started rubbing Liao's thighs and crotch. Victoria
was crawling closer, blushing with arousal, rubbing her diaper with
her mitten. To Marlene's delight, Liao started making soft mewling sounds
as she fingered the wet slit. "I'm glad we can work together again,
Liao, and I'm sure you'll make mister Engstrom very happy." Marlene
softly spoke while she fingered, and Liao mewed in delight. Victoria
rubbed hard, drool trailing down her pacifier and chin while she moaned,
biting down on the rubber. Liao was rocking into Marlene's fingers now,
mewing at each stroke. "Kitty going to cream?" she whispered,
using her other hand to rub Liao's chest, and soon she felt Liao's body
quiver while she mewed loudly, crawling around Marlene as her orgasm
lingered, licking Marlene's face. Victoria felt her own orgasm approach,
her entire body ablaze - she rubbed frantically while gazing underneath
Liao's tail, where her pink lips dribbled quim down her shiny black
legs. "Baby can't orgasm by herself yet, little Vicky" Marlene
spoke and patted Victoria's head, getting up to walk out to the hallway.
Victoria tried to crawl after her, but as she did a few steps her bladder
emptied into her diaper, tears of frustration appearing in her eyes.
Liao turned around, looking at Victoria. Victoria rubbed her wet diaper,
sucking noisily on the pacifier, pleading with her eyes - even a lick
on her breasts would probably be enough; but Liao looked away, stuck
her nose into the air and crawled onto the couch, where she curled up
to nap, her tail hanging over the armrest, ignoring Victoria's sniffles
and sloshing rubbing behind her.
Natalie watched as Marlene bent down to pet Liao, and quickly assessed
her situation. The back door was probably unlocked, she just needed
to get her leash free; she tugged at the knot with her fingers, and
slowly the knot started to give. With her leash in her hand she tried
to stand up, but she was dizzy; slumping back on all fours, she moved
to the door and gently lowered the handle, trying to be as silent as
possible, and with an inaudible click the door gave, and she sneaked
out. The outside air was cold and moist, her heart was racing, the ground
under her bare feet was hard and uncomfortable, but as she ran clumsily
into the forest, she knew she was free. Now she needed to get help.
First step would be to move to a hillpeak and get some idea of where
she was - she vaguely recalled the map she checked before going here,
she knew she had to go south for the city, but with all the cloudcover
it was hard to tell where south was. She decided to follow the road
from a distance - at least she wouldn't get lost that way, and perhaps
a car would come that she could pull over, she figured getting attention
wouldn't require much of her hitchhiking skills in her bathing suit.
Her only concern was Engstrom - he shouldn't be able to spot her or
it would all be over. She had given up on walking - her head seemed
to swoon whenever she got up, and she was crawling, dragging her leash
between her legs. At least the required effort kept her warm in the
cold weather, and she was glad to be in good condition from all her
fitnessing; her pace might be slower but she'd crawl all day to reach
a house if she had to. It was still early in the day, and even if Engstrom
came home in the afternoon she'd have made quite some distance already.
After a while she arrived at a brook, where she lowered her head down
to the water to drink, too tired to care anymore - the fresh water she
lapped up refreshed her, but sitting still chilled her to the bone,
and she quickly moved on, taking a bit of road as she crossed the bridge.
---
Engstrom peered down his microscope. He cared little for the tests,
but he had to get at least some research done here, or his own department
would start to get suspicious as well. If all had gone according to
plan, Liao had whispered his suggestions to Natalie overnight; even
a simple line about trusting the evil Dr. Engstrom might have worked
already. Soon most of his worries about his girls would be over, he
would live like a king - his maid at his beck and call, his pets at
his feet, his jester wetting her diaper in shame. "Karl?"
his assistant alerted upon entering his lab, and he snapped out of his
daydream. "Sorry to bother, but there's a crying woman on the phone
for you, I think it's urgent." Moments later Engstrom was in his
car, driving home as fast as he could. How the hell did Natalie resist
even Liao's suggestions, and how come Marlene didn't notice? Dark clouds
were coming in, and as the rain started clashing down he looked at the
hills ahead. Natalie was out there somewhere now, probably not wearing
more than a bathing suit and a leashed collar, and if he wouldn't find
her soon there was a chance she'd die. As much as she had resisted him,
her capture still wasn't more than a necessary evil; breaking her will
was one thing, but he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if she died
because of him. Besides the rain it was getting dark - he had to slow
down, peering through the streaming rain on his windshield for any sign
of her, furiously hoping she stayed close to the road. The last light
was failing when his headlights shortly lit up something in a turn,
and the breaks screeched to a halt as he jumped out and peered into
the rain, trying to find what he saw. "Nally!!" he screamed
at the top of his lungs, and moved up the hill, his feet slipping away
in the mud, trying to guard his face from the slashes of rain. "Nally!!"
---
Natalie shivered in the cold, her limbs were aching, her fingers, knees
and feet were covered in ice cold mud, her hair was wet and wild from
the dirt, rain and wind and her strength was leaving her. She had tried
to find shelter, but the last bridge was a long way back, and the ferns
in the pine forest offered little protection from the elements; she
had no choice but to stumble on, praying for a car, a house, any sign
of life. Her stomach churned - she hadn't eaten since yesterday, and
she had no idea when she would see food again. A warm basket in the
kitchen with a nice bowl of food and a dry blanket would be heaven to
her right now, and through her pained tears she laughed at herself.
No one was going to show up for her, she wasn't going to reach any house,
she'd just die here, alongside the road. She slipped and stumbled in
the dim light, and at last she slumped down into the mud, the rain whipping
her back, waiting for the end. A faint shimmer flashed across her closed
eyelids, and she tried to open them - on a distance was a light. She
grimaced in the mud - as much as she would want to, she'd never reach
the road in time for the car to notice her, not in this weather. "Nally!"
she heard faintly, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her,
but somehow she felt strength enter her, her mind numbed, and she slowly
crawled to where she heard it from. "Nally!!" she heard Engstrom
call in the rain, and his voice filled her with warmth and happiness;
through her messy hair she could make out his silhouette against the
light, and she crawled with all her might, a weak but blissful smile
on her face as she moved into his hands, her trembling tongue giving
a faint lick on his cheek, then she sank away. Engstrom held her tight,
lifting her into the passenger's seat, draping his warm coat over her,
and quickly driving home. She was trembling underneath her coat, and
Engstrom felt her head - she was burning up with fever. "Hang on
Natalie, we're almost there" he softly spoke, even though she could
not hear it; after finally arriving he carried her inside in his arms,
Marlene waiting in the doorway with a blanket.
Natalie woke up, her world a warm blur. She was naked underneath a
blanket, something soft was brushing against her head and against her
was something warm and smooth. Her eyes slowly recovered, and she realized
she was in Engstrom's living room, Victoria had been stroking her hair,
sucking on her pacifier - in the back she saw Engstrom with a towel
around his neck, his hair a wet mess, sleeping on the couch. Curled
up against her was Liao, keeping her warm, and Marlene approached with
a bowl of bouillon; she gestured Victoria to move, and spoonfed Natalie;
she swallowed weakly as she was spoonfed, drifting down as her dizziness
overcame her. Natalie was happy she was warm, she was happy she was
in such a nice, soft place, her head thick and weary, her body so weak...
but she was alive, falling asleep again with a smile on her face as
they tended her.
---
Engstrom didn't wake until the afternoon the next day, groggily calling
work to inform he'd take the day off. Natalie had his blanket, and he
had slept underneath some old ones from the attic. He had stayed up
to take care of Natalie until Marlene was awake again; she wouldn't
have gone to bed if he hadn't told her to do so, and he smiled as he
recalled Natalie lying there with Liao - so tender, vulnerable... so
beautiful. Her fever was gone when he left her; it was fortunate she
was so healthy and strong, she'd be up and about today already. There
was a brief knock on his door, and he answered - his door opened slowly,
Liao slipped in and jumped on his bed, rubbing her body against him.
Marlene entered with a proud smile, and on a leash behind her was Natalie,
softly panting. Engstrom admired her new form - she was wearing a shiny
brown spandex bodysuit, similar to Liao's in shape, dog paws on her
hands and feet, a cowl with floppy dog ears over her head, her behind
moving from side to side, wagging the hairy tail in her rear. She carried
a white bone-shaped object in her mouth, dropping it to the floor as
she approached the bed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she looked
up at Engstrom with big brown eyes. She was his pet as well now, an
impressive net of suggestions detailing her behavior; the way she would
respond to his caress, how she ate, walked, sleeped, the compulsions
that made her pant, wag her fake tail, even the noises she could make
came from his mind. And yet, she was more than just a program - Natalie's
personality underneath would direct her behavior in its guided path,
interpret the rough suggestions and give them shape. Both Natalie and
Liao were living works of art this way - his personal sexual pets, devoted
to pleasing him, and that was exactly what he required of them now.
---
Engstrom smiled and patted Nathalie's head, and she closed her eyes
in comfort, sitting down on hands and knees, her tail softly brushing
the floor, her large breasts straining against the spandex, her nipples
hardening as her body warmed up to his caress. Marlene moved in behind
her, crouching as she massaged Natalie's breasts, eliciting a soft whine.
Engstrom felt Liao nuzzle his erection through the blanket while she
purred softly, and he moved them aside, rubbing her cowl as she crawled
to give tender licks on his penis. Natalie brought her head to the floor,
sinking low on her arms, raising her behind at Marlene, presenting her
wet slit and wagging tail as she wiggled her hips, whining over her
shoulder. Marlene took the white latex dildo and teased her folds, running
her other hand across Natalie's spandex thigh, making her gasp with
desire, her panting intensifying. Engstrom sighed with pleasure as Liao
licked firmly, her paws resting in his crotch, her body gently squirming
across his legs. Natalie panted with delight as her vagina rippled around
the thick dildo, rocking her hips as Marlene started pistoning it in
and out. She breathed heavily, giving soft whines of pleasure on occasion
- the dildo filled her to her depths, slick with her juices, rubbing
inside of her, and she yelped as her orgasm rolled over her, Marlene
gently slowing her thrusts as Natalie spasmed at her feet.
"Why don't you go join your friend, Nally" Marlene whispered,
and Natalie slowly crawled onto Engstrom's bed, joining in the licking
- Marlene moved behind them and fingered their dripping slits underneath
their tails while they lapped, and Engstrom relaxed, planning to enjoy
this to the fullest. His new pets were showing their affection; their
unplanned presence hadn't worked out so bad after all, they were a full
family of mother, child, cat and dog now. He would continue working
at GBOC, his salary would easily be able to support them, and he would
live out his fantasies in his free time. He realized he could let them
go, eventually - have them forget their time with him, believing some
fake past; even Victoria could go, although he would make sure she'd
have to wear diapers for the rest of her life, as a lesson for her to
respect other people. He would not be able to part with Marlene however...
he loved her, unsure if it was the old Marlene or the new Marlene that
had his heart, but it didn't matter - he could see himself grow old
with her. Perhaps other people would try to cross him, and he would
have new playthings around - with the ideas he had to improve his methods,
not even someone like Natalie could resist him anymore. Marlene had
moved inbetween Liao and Natalie and was sucking on his penis now, his
pets licking his shaft and balls, and Engstrom let his body take over
- his loins quaked, and his sperm dribbled from Marlene's mouth as he
came with a moan, and he smiled in bliss as the three cleaned him with
their tongues. There wasn't a happier man alive.
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