Madeline's breathing quickened as her lover thrust in and out, in and out, while playing with her entire body. Tits, ass, clit, if his cock wasn't moving in it, his fingers were stroking it to further arousal or his tongue was doing the same thing. Her red hair whipped back, revealing her elegant neck and the fire in her green eyes as she moaned out an orgasm.
And... while the two lovers were enjoying their lovemaking, someone else was watching them enjoy it. A dark-haired, tall man, in a black business suit. He was Randall Williams, owner of the Williams Business Union, a group of businesses devoted to improving life... well, for the elite, anyway. The rest of humanity were playthings for the elite, as they saw it... and Williams' group agreed. Whatever his customers wanted, they got.
And he'd recently received a very unusual order, from an unexpected client. She had requested a very rare creature, indeed. She wanted a velvet-furred, multi-breasted female creature as a sex partner. And so, the Williams Business Union had to provide one. He knew no such creature existed naturally... and so he'd had scientists working for weeks to create a process that would create just what this client wanted.
They'd perfected their treatment, at last... and he himself had personally decided to select the human subject. He looked at the screen, at this woman, at this Madeline O'Connor, as the sensors identified her, with her wild red hair, fiery green eyes, DD-cup breasts, as close to perfect body as humanly possible, and more than seeming to desire and enjoy sex just for itself... Yes, she would be perfect...
As Randall continued to watch from far away, he had a new idea. With that, he hit a button on the paneling of his desk. It had a direct line to the one person who could help him with this idea... and if this idea worked, it would gain more money from his client than the original asking price. Quickly, eagerly almost, he pressed it.
"Yes?" The voice was high-pitched, almost a squeal, but still masculine... the voice of Dr. Ervin Thomson, head of Transportation Sciences.
"Dr. Thomson," he began, in the half-growl that he always used with Transportation Sciences personnel... just because he enjoyed it. "I have a special assignment for you... if you can complete it."
"Um... probably if anyone can in this division, sir, I can. What is it?"
"You have the file on Madeline O'Connor I sent to your boys last week?"
"Um... yes, sir, we do... but we were told we had one week to retrieve her. We do have the machine completed early, but we wanted to test it first..."
The growl further entered Randall's voice...and this time I was real. "You have 4 minutes... and one question, Dr. Can you remake someone with this machine?"
"Um... um... sir? Remake someone? How... and isn't that immoral?"
"Immoral? I fail to see your point, Dr. And I mean genetically... for instance, could you combine human and animal DNA?"
"Well, it's possible, sir, but we'd have to transport an animal on the same beam as Ms. O'Connor, and turn off all the filters, and we'd have no way of knowing how it'd turn out... no, safer to do that sort of stuff here. I'll have Reardon show you the technique once we transport her. After all, everyone knows this is a project you wanted to handle the final steps of yourself... to really "seem the giver," we figured. And better that than, if you're thinking what I guess you're thinking for something like this, winding up with a human-headed cat."
Blast. That kind of risk definitely wasn't worth it. "All right, Dr... four minutes."
And thus, so it was that as she was about to go into the throes of another orgasm, Madeline O'Connor disappeared...
...and one hour later, awoke in a place she most certainly didn't recognize. But it was cold... not so cold as to freeze her, but cold enough that her nipples were hard. Her wavy red hair, so carefully styled for that date, now surrounded her like a fiery halo. Her arms and legs rested flat at her sides and off to her left, as little as she could turn her head, she could see, behind a panel of glass and a control panel with microphone attached, a tall, dark-haired man with dark eyes and a young-looking blonde woman who may dress for the power she carried herself with in a great amount, but was still aroused enough looking at her that two buttons on her blouse were open, revealing a hint of uncovered C-cup breasts.
The dark-haired man bent the microphone down and began to speak in a rich, deep, soothing voice: "Ms. O'Connor, I know... this is seeming like a situation from bad pornography. And most of the times, you'd be right. Fortunately, I've been trained to handle this technique by its creator. Ah, yes, I nearly forgot. This is Ms. Clarke, a lawyer who did want to sue my company for illicit practices until she needed our help, and...," he continued, indicating the blonde woman with a sweep of his hands, "your new owner, if you will give us your permission."
"You're crazy," Madeline replied, in what was almost a growl, "Why should I give you permission to make me a slave?"
"Correction," he snapped back at her. "A sex slave. And why is simplicity itself. You, my dear, enjoy sex for itself. And don't deny it, we have a file on you long enough to prove it if you claim otherwise. Sexual slavery is paradise for one such as you... guaranteed sex often enough to satisfy even your appetites, and all you need do is serve the whims of another. No thinking for yourself, no need to worry about mundane concerns, all you need do is worry about pleasing your mistress."
Hmmm... he was weird, creepy, and crazy... that he had that type of file on her said enough about that. But what he said about being a sex slave...made some sort of sense. She'd stopped enjoying the sex she had for
more than just the feel of sex years ago. In fact, she'd considered several times quitting her job and becoming a prostitute, just for more sex. The psychiatrist she'd started seeing had called it nymphomania and she'd begun regular therapy, but the man's offer... felt like a better deal than therapy for the rest of her life. And the blonde was attractive... and she had wanted to try out sex with another woman, just to see what it was like. "All right," she relented, "I'll do it. What do I do?"
"Just lie back, relax, and go to sleep," he nearly purred soothingly, "we'll do the rest. When you awake, you may not recognize yourself for a few seconds... and you may feel some urges that at first seem strange, but after about a minute or so, it'll seem as if you've never been any other way."
Sleep... now there was a word that sounded. Calmly, Madeline shut her eyes... and had the strangest sensation of breaking apart, but that passed, and then there was a blue light that wouldn't stay out of her eyes.
Meanwhile, Randall Williams looked at she who might have sued him and grinned the grin of one who knows he's escaped justice again as he saw that Madeline's biological pattern was in the computer in binary code. "All right, Sarah," he said to Clarke with an evil chuckle as he indicated a list of long strings of binary codes with the appropriate characteristics defined next to them, "the rest is as easy as typing in those numbers and hitting the enter button. The pattern will rearrange itself to your specifications then."
A half-hour of keystrokes, backspacing to delete any errors and watching binary scroll by, and it was finished. With a definitive tap, the enter key was pressed and what was Madeline O'Connor reappeared. But it was nothing like what had been, as the former woman saw as she strolled over to the provided mirror.
Her wavy red hair was now a coat of velvety red fur. Her body had become sleeker and a long red tail curled around from her ass to wrap around her leg. Her eyes, ears and face had taken on a most... feline appearance. And there, on her body, were nine... firm... perfctly rounded... velvet-fur covered DD-cup breasts, in three rows of threes. And she could see the nipples... all erect, even though she could tell by lack of a desire to shiver that the room was normal temperature now, which meant...
Yes, there she was. Mmmm... how hot that blonde looked now as she stood within the room, off to the side. If she didn't feel so... submissive, somehow... she'd have jumped her, because even if her mind thought it a bit strange that she was suddenly a lesbian, her body was definitely responding.
The blonde smiled as she removed her blouse and bra and strode to just within reach of "Madeline's" fur-covered hands. "Perfect...," the blonde smiled, desire obviously in her eyes. She ran one teasing finger down all of "Madeline's" nipples, causing a purr of pleasure from the cat-woman. "Oh, don't worry, kitten... hmm, that's what I'll call you, yes... anyway, don't worry, Kitten, you'll be feeling a lot of that. It's a... side effect I programmed in. The nipples on that beautiful new rack of yours have been remade to be in a permanent state of great arousal... and so very sensitive. In other words, Kitten, your nipples are always hard... just so you're always ready to make love.
"Now... as proof that you are everything I was promised," she continued with a smile on her face, as she removed every last stitch of fabric from the lower half of her body, "why don't you lick my clit?"
Kitten (she had to admit, she liked her new name, it fit her) lowered herself to a kneeling position and stuck her tongue just perfectly within her mistress' pussy, noting as she did that it looked just like a cat's tongue. Her mistress moaned in pleasure as she licked, though, so either it must not feel like a cat's tongue or her new mistress liked that feel. And soon, she felt something else on her mistress' tongue... her mistress was cumming, and cumming hard. And, so, to add to that pleasure, Kitten drew out every bit of that cum with her tongue and swallowed it.
"Mmmmmmmmm," her mistress moaned in pleasure as Kitten's tongue drew back into her feline mouth for the last time. "Perfect. But I imagine, Kitten, that you must be so frustrated by now. You'd like me to make love to you right now, wouldn't you?"
"More than anything," Kitten purred.
"Well," her mistress replied with a teasing smile on her face. "That's for when we get home. As for now...?" The woman known as Sarah Clarke looked over her new slave and reached out to stroke and tease Kitten's nine new breasts, giving each nipple a slight tweak as they did so. Nine separate long, loud purrs of pleasure erupted from the cat-woman as she did so. As Clarke finally removed her hands, Kitten gave her new mistress a look that was almost hurt.
Clarke simply smiled at the hybrid. "Some of the characteristics of a cat, some of a nine-breasted lesbian woman. You are perfect. And, yes, I know, Kitten, you're aroused right now and nobody's dealing with that. Don't worry... you'll be taken care of when you get home, and we'll be home soon." Quickly, she dressed up in the outfit she had come here in. "I just have some things to talk over with Mr. Williams before we go, all right?"
Collecting her dignified air, she scowled at Williams as she saw his superior smirk. "You did a good job, Williams. You saved your ass from a major lawsuit. She's everything I asked for and more. But your gifts usually come with a price, and somehow, I doubt dropping the suit is the only one."
Williams shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "Come on, now, don't pretend with me. You didn't ask for money... or for me... and you even let me program the computer with what characteristics I wanted. There had to have been more than one catch."
Williams chuckled evilly. "Well, all right. I'll tell you. I'm sure you know the old story about cats drinking milk. Well, I'll have you know that although she certainly was sexually pleasured by it, you were also feeding Kitten."
Clarke stood there, torn, but it was the anger that showed on her face. "What? You mean that if I'm not sexually aroused at least three times a day..."
Williams simply laughed. "Yes, exactly that. It will be, for her, just like going without a meal would be for a normal human. Puts a whole new twist on the sexual slavery part of it, doesn't it? Your own appetite for sex gave you a being which would be a slave to those appetites, yes... but only as long as you remained a slave to hers. Enjoy each other, Ms. Clarke. I'll be watching."
Clarke raised an eyebrow at that as she left. Could Williams really look in on their lives? He was evil, yes, but was he that evil? The thought of someone...watching her in her most private moments... it made her skin crawl. He'd set up the perfect situation for himself. She'd dropped the suit, so he wasn't under any threat, and whatever kind of perverted pleasures were in his mind, he would have plenty of images to watch to give him ideas, if he really wanted them. And...she could do nothing about it. Altering life for her own pleasure, that she had no problem with, but taking it... that she drew the line at...which brought things around to Williams setting up the perfect situation for himself. He'd won. Was this loss worth it?
She re-entered the chamber where Kitten stood, multiple-breasted, feline, and beautiful enough to be something out of her wet dreams. Yes, she had to admit. It was worth it, after all. She swept Kitten into a long, deep, passionate kiss that felt like it should last an eternity. It probably truly lasted more like 30 seconds.
"Come on, Kitten." A loving smile spread over her face as she linked arms with... her cat-woman. "Let's go home."