“Help her up,” she heard Brian say and both men pulled her onto the chair. She heard the whir of the motor and the chair went back, causing her to lie nearly horizontally. But when she felt Brian's hands on her, tugging her panties down her legs, she tried to sit up.
“Whaaaa?” Her mouth didn't seem to work.
“Don't worry—the cocktail you drank will prevent you from suffering any ill effects,” he said. His voice sounded distant.
“Buuuu ... I donn wannna...”
“Shhh.”
Marti felt a whiff of fear, muted by the drug now coursing through her veins. Ben was fumbling with her bra and her breasts suddenly felt free and a light breeze tickled them. The expected pain never arrived. She found herself smiling, glad to be free of her underwear for the first time in months. Next she felt her necklace being removed and missed it. Somehow, it gave her life meaning to be a Stunners girl.
Now the two researchers were buckling her naked body down. She was in no position to stop them. She watched as the third man, the one with the tattoos, picked up some sort of tool and approached her. The tool made a whirring sound and she wanted to get away but her body wouldn't move.
“Gaaaaa,” she said before she fell into unconsciousness.
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When she awoke, she was still lying on the chair, but the straps had been removed. Ben and Brian stood to each side of her. She looked around, but she didn't see the other man. At first, she didn't know what had happened to her. Her pussy and her neck both felt prickly.
“What ... what happened?” She looked down at her body and stared. There, in inch-high letters just above her clit was a new tattoo! It was a word, in ornate script. At first she couldn't read it, for it was upside down to her, but as she focused, she could make it out:
Slut
“What the fuck?” She looked up at Brian. “What the fuck did you do?” Then she realized she had a more immediate concern. “Where are my Stunners?”
“You won't be needing them any longer. Unless, of course, you'd like to wear them,” Brian said.
She sat up. “What? What are you saying? I'm free? Free of them?” She did a quick internal survey. She didn't feel the ants on her or the burning pain whenever she was out of her underwear even for a few seconds.
“It's the tattoo,” Ben said, smirking.
“What the fuck do you mean, it's the tattoo! Why did you do that to me!”
Without another word, Brian reached out and slapped her tit. She gasped and fell back, her body buzzing, her pussy growing wet immediately.
“You see, nothing's changed. In fact, I want you to get down and bend over so I can fuck you. If you do, I'll whip your bottom until it's bright red.”
She was on her feet and bent over the chair before she could stop herself. She craved the whipping, her body hadn't changed. Only this time, she was completely naked!
“God, what has happened to me?”
“We injected nano-bots directly into your skin. It was tricky, figuring out the right dosage,” Brian said as he unzipped his pants. Ben began to fondle her breasts from the other side of the exam chair.
She turned around and watched Brian pick up a leather belt. Her body quivered in anticipation.
Whack!
She sucked in her breath and cried out. “Oh god!” It felt so good! “Yes! Again!”
He struck her again and again while Ben pinched her nipples, making her knees weak. He whipped her until she thought she might pass out before hurling the riding crop to the floor. When she felt Brian's cock slide inside her, she came at once, crying and shaking with the power of it.
“Oh my god! Oh shit!”
He fucked her hard and fast until he erupted inside her. Marti came again and collapsed against the chair.
“Okay, you're done. Now, let us know if you feel anything strange—anything at all. We think we have the right amount of nano-bots, but if you start to feel that antsy feeling, put on some Stunners and call us.”
She stood up, nodding. She looked down at herself. Now that she had been well fucked, the blue tattoo didn't seem so horrible. Still, they should've asked her. It stung a little and seemed red around the edges.
“Don't worry, the redness will fade,” Ben told her.
That wasn't the only thing that bothered her, she realized. Her neck seemed to burn as well. Her hand went there and she felt a slight tenderness with her fingers.
“What the hell is this?”
Brian smiled. “Here's a mirror.” He handed her a hand mirror and she held it up. There, just below her neck was the word “Stunners” in small script, red letters surrounded by blue chain. The chain led from the words to wrap all the way around her neck. A necklace that could never be removed. Or could it?
“What's to keep me from having someone laser this off?”
“Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you,” Ben said, that familiar smirk on his face. “That's the only thing keeping you from going crazy.”
“Ben puts too fine a point on things,” Brian said, shooting him a look. “Now you can wear or not wear whatever you want. You are no longer held hostage by your underwear. Isn't that so much better?”
She wasn't sure if it was or not. Yes, having to wear Stunners every minute of the day was annoying, but this ... Marti wasn't sure if this was better or worse.
“What happens if I wear Stunners now? Won't it be too much?”
Brian shrugged. “That's what we hope to find out. You can wear them or not, but please tell us what you experience.”
She imagined it would give her some sort of overdose so she vowed right then and there not to wear them ever again. She looked around but didn't see her clothes.
“Where's my dress? I have to get going.”
“You won't need it,” Brian said.
“What?! I can't go around naked!”
“Sure you can,” Ben put in. “No one will care. Pretty soon, all the girls will be walking around naked. Just wait.”
“But ... but I can't! It's too embarrassing!”
“Oh, I think you'll get used to it pretty quickly,” Brian said. “Oh, one more thing.” He picked up the riding crop and handed it to her. “Always carry one of these around.”
Marti took it, feeling the hard leather and the soft flap and felt her loins quiver. She swallowed. “Why?” she asked, but she already knew the answer.
“Because you will need it,” Ben said.
“Now go.” Brian pointed at the door.
Marti didn't want to go out into the corridor. What if someone saw her? She looked up at Brian for some sort of reprieve but his face was stone. She dropped her eyes to the floor and headed for the door. Walking out into the main lab, there were four other researchers who seemed to be waiting for her.
“Hey, you look great, Marti!” one said and came over to her, a big smile on his face.
She paused, wanting to run and hide. She could picture how she must look, naked and trembling with a big “Slut” on her pussy, the company tattoo around her neck and carrying a riding crop.
The man gently took the crop from her hands and gave her a slap on her left tit. She shivered and felt arousal well up inside her. He struck her again and again and she swooned. Another man approached and fondled her hips and she moaned, low in her throat. His hand stole around to her clit and rubbed it and she came at once and sagged against him.
Slap!
Another blow to her breasts. She opened her eyes to see all four men now surrounding her, fondling her, telling her how beautiful she was. A wave of pleasure coursed through her.
When she left the lab forty minutes later, she was well fucked and had sucked off two of them. Her breasts and ass were fairly buzzing from the red marks of her crop. She carried it loosely, trying not to think about being naked in the hallway. As she headed down to the stairs, a man passed by and told her how good she looked. He reached out and pinched a nipple. She smiled at him and moved on.
She reached the stairs and walked
“Hi, Marti—you look great!” said Martin Landers, a tall, fifty-something man with steel-gray hair.
She smiled, feeling that tiny flutter of embarrassment fading. Everyone was being so nice to her!
“You sure do, Marti! I'm sure Dave is really proud of you,” said the other man, Bob Evanston. He was shorter and thicker around the waist than Martin. He approached her and rubbed her breasts. “Looks like you've already gotten quite a workout.”
“Yes, sir.” She would not have minded more. Already she could feel the researchers’ seed leaking from her pussy. Reaching down, she scooped up a dollop and put it into her mouth. It tasted so good!
“Looks like you've already been well fucked,” Martin said, “but how about a quick BJ?”
She nodded and dropped to her knees. She felt Bob take the riding crop from her hands. While she sucked off Martin, he spanked her bottom with it, sending new shivers of delight through her body.
When Martin came, they switched positions. When she looked past them, she spotted two more board members waiting for her. By the time Marti made it down to Dave’ office, she had sucked off or fucked five of the ten board members. Her pussy was fairly dripping with seed and she was constantly licking it from her fingers. Her face was also sticky with semen. No one had offered her a handkerchief to clean herself up so she was hurrying to check in with Dave before she went to the restroom.
She reached her desk and picked up the phone. “Hi, Dave. I'm back. Uh, I need to go to the restroom, okay?”
“No,” he said. “Come in and see me first.”
Sighing and grabbing a tissue to wipe herself, Marti tossed it into the trash and opened the door. She stepped through and found Dave rising from his chair, a big smile on his face.
“Well, look at you! Your tattoos are beautiful!”
She looked down at herself and was almost surprised to see she was still naked. In just a few minutes, it had become second nature to her. More benefits from her nano-bots, she assumed.
“Uh, thanks.”
“Come closer.”
As she did, she felt more seed leaking from her pussy. She felt suddenly embarrassed, as if it were her fault.
Dave noticed when she scooped up more seed and licked her fingers. “Ohh, a bit too much action?”
“There were a lot of board members—and researchers,” she said. “Uh, can I have a tissue?”
“Sure.” He handed one over. She wiped herself and tossed it away.
“Let me look at you.”
Marti stood erect and waited. Her body buzzed with pleasure.
“Wow. You're my first true Stunners gal. Makes me so proud!”
She didn't know what to say to that so she said nothing.
“During the day, you'll be naked from now on,” he continued. “But when you go home, you will be given something to wear. We wouldn't want you to get arrested, now would we?”
She offered him a thin smile, trying to visualize herself walking down the corridors of Stunners naked. Despite the nano-bots coursing through her system, it still seemed bizarre to imagine that everyone would come to accept it, including her.
“Uh, sir—will I be the only one naked?”
“Don't worry, you won't be for long. We want to monitor you for a couple of weeks, but eventually, our plan is for all Stunners women to be naked here. Then it won't seem strange at all, will it?”
Marti had to admit that it probably would not. But that wasn't her main concern at the moment.
“But sir, my breasts—if they don't have support, they will begin to sag. I need a good bra!”
Dave raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. That's a good point. And here I've been a bra designer for twenty years! I should've thought more about it. Well, maybe you can wear your Stunners now and then, okay? And I'll work on something for you. Can't have our girls flopping around like the women you see in National Geographic, huh?” He chuckled at his own joke.
He dismissed Marti and she went to her desk to sit, breasts exposed, wondering what the hell happened to her young life. But there didn't seem to be anything to do about it, so she placed her riding crop on the edge of the desk, turned to her computer and began writing up another report.
THE END
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