Monica was in her Heaven.
Seemingly every one of the big cocked bastards had been upto her challenge, every one of them now packed in tight around her, jockeying for their turn, cocks hard and ready JUST for her.
She had one in each fist, one pounding her pussy, another vigorously ploughing her ass and was repeatedly impaling her throat on a fifth.
And throughout it all the wonderful drug was singing through her blood, like the voices of electric angles.
There could be nothing more perfect...nothing more desirable...nothing more totally natural...than this.
Sorry Momma...Sorry Grandma...Sorry Daddy...the girl you raised to be decent...strong...MORAL...is dead and all that’s left is this dirty,drug addled whore....what was the name they’d agreed on...she’d barely thought of it till now...but if Monica was dead,who was she...Oh...Oh, yes that was it...
Goodbye Monica...sleep well...now there is only Nevaeh Night...and she’ll never raise herself up out of this gutter...this pit of sin...and that’s right...that’s how it SHOULD be...this was her home...
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Natasha looked in the mirror and had to admit they’d done agood job with her...while she still held a very similar kind of aristocratic,yet sensuous, beauty her features had been subtly shifted to suggest more Central Europe than Eastern...any changes made...any “enhancements” either looked all natural...or like the subtle, expensive cosmetic surgery that was almost impossible to tell...in short she looked expensive.
A fall of almost liquid black hair softly caressed her pale shoulders, her ever so slightly fuller lips highlighted with dark red lipstick, her eyebrows as a thin perfectly sculpted arc framing the extraordinary eyes below. Her figure was displayed in a classic Little Black Dress, her hips just a touch wider, her buttocks fuller, her breasts swollen from her normal 32DD to 34F...in short what she saw in the mirror was a beautiful stranger.
The Door behind her opened and in walked “Jan Darke”; the large woman floated across the room, her wide hips rolling in an unconscious sensual strut.
“I just remembered something dear, and thought we shouldhave a word” purred the Lady Pimp, her voice thick and sweet like smokey honey.
Natasha gave her a careful look, and nodded “You’d only have remembered, if you’d accepted the necessity of the situation” Jan nodded and smiled...and then stabbed the Black Widow in the chest with a hypodermic, unloading its contents into her body. Nate had the chance for only one shocked look before collapsing bonelessly to the floor.
Jan squatted casually next to her, watching her friend loosing conciseness she plucked the needle from her chest and began to explain “I remembered not so much because I ACCEPTED what was going on...more that I was getting OFF on it so much...you set all our friends up to become dirty little whores...to essentially DIE and become new people...people who’d have utterly horrified the oldthem...and you kept the truth from them...you set me up to, knowingly or unknowingly, give them whatever push they needed to fall...but YOU little Miss Superspy and expert deep cover operative...you set yourself up as the Control...you won’t REALLY become a whore...you trusted yourself to simply play the part...unlike the rest...so you’d sit back and make sure that the MISSION was completed even as they fell...then you’d decide if Luke and Jessica even got to keep their baby...after all, can’t trust a couple of whores raise a child...”
Jan raised herself effortlessly back to her feet, and looked down at the brunette “Well that didn’t seem fair to me...and thanks to you I now enjoy making my friends and loved ones into whores SO MUCH...that I thought I’d do something about it...”
Turing around, Jan began to strut to the door, but kept talking to over her shoulder “Do you know what makes my Hannah such a good assistant?The same thing that made Hank such a good scientist...attention to detail and an almost obsessive need for contingences...what I just injected you with was one of those...a little formula just in case one of the girls just couldn’t cooperate with your master plan...right now it is almost literally burning its way through various sections of your brain; removing barriers, exaggerating traits, minimising others...you can still be the expensive courtesan... Loredana...but My, Oh My by the time you wake you’re going to be one sex hungry little slut...and you’ll never be anything else...
So saying Jan closed the door and left her employee to her mental metamorphosis...