Thread: Some very pornographic literature

The time device and assosciated surgeries It was twenty-seven years between the construction of the time-device on planet object colony Z-E-X, and the inevitable onset of a number of exciting new scientific projects. Planet Z-E-X was a sexy planet, and a strange planet. The people of planet Z-E-X were a strange people, and their fetishes were wild, bizarre, and just past eccentric. The inevitable conclusion of this was a radical new program of sexual modification the perfect system of created sexual objects, enlarged semen modules, experimental penis-enlargment surgeries, a number of fascinating sex-change surgeries, and the eventual creation of the final program the perfect sex-slave protocol, which was based on a system of gene-modification, genital-surgeries, drug condition, and sub-audio sexual conditioning. Sex-object Slave-bitch, a fairly new model, was used to her new life as a girl. She recalled she had woken up in a time-portal, but at that point she was a boy. She had short blonde hair, a nice short man-part, small perfectly-shaped man-testicles, and a slightly cuddly but perfectly formed gut and chest. She had liked being a boy, she recalled, before she had been a girl. Her hair was now longer, dyed black and blonde, with small breasts and tight but shallow girly-bits. She liked being a sex-object. She missed her manly-organs, and her small but adorable man-body. Her owner, a man called Daniel, had picked her up from the labs a few days after they had implanted the final modification her perfect semen-glands, hidden within the folds of her created-parts. Daniel sat on the bed, next to Sex-object Slave-bitch. He had named her slave-bitch, and she, in the remnants of her drug-damaged mind, liked it. He had taken her two times last night, and she liked the way he pinned her down, ramming his man-cock into her former manly form, the spot that sat between her once-boy legs a tight and sensitive girl-part now. Slave-bitch had been born on an agricultural planet, she recalled, a young man named Alec who loved playing with the other boys in the fields of the colony and making passionate love to them in the night. But then he had woken up on planet Z-E-X, and he had started his new life. They had taken him, dazed and confused, from the large spherical time-device in which he had awoken perfectly nude and perfectly turned on, to the surgical centre. He had asked, when he was a boy, why they were doing this the procedure seemed exciting, but he wondered if he had a right to refuse. He had been informed that, as a clone, and a sexy little bitch, that they could do pretty much what they wanted. They drugged him, at that point, and began the slow laborious project of shaving and removing his pubic, armpit, and other bodily hair, while they prepared the simple machinery that would turn him into a sexy little sex-object. When he woke up, his short body reformed into a more feminine form, his ass still as small and pretty as always, he had been worried. He had never been a girl before, as this was not a common procedure on his home world. It was, in fact, according to the repressive laws of his home world, entirely illegal. But he was cute, they had said, so they had chosen him. The drug conditioning took a while, as they slowly eroded the barriers of his mind, leaving him sitting in the nude, playing with his new girl-bits and laughing, as he slowly became used to the potent hallucinogenic effects of the conditioning serums. They had dragged him out, a few times, and let one of the other models a sex-object designed to make passionate love to people like him, his penis enlarged to the point of giganticness, his semen glands modified to shoot enough to fill a half-pint drinking glass. Slave-bitch sometimes tried to remember if she had drunk the glass, as she played with her girl-bits, and wondered about what was going on. She understood, as the sub-audio conditioning device had explained to her, that she was a good bitch, and a dirty bitch, and that she had been created to serve her master. Daniel hadnt had a sex-object of his own before, but he had shared a boy sex-object with some friends before, and he remembered tying him down, spanking him on the ass, and carefully milking his huge gene-enhanced balls until he came, leaving his legs and gut covered in man-semen. Spunk-object had been a good lay, and he missed playing about with him. The project was a compelling one, and a fascinating one. He lay Slave-bitch down on the bed, and carefully opened her newly-formed girl-parts. She moaned slightly, as he carefully slid two fingers deep inside, and made passionate love to her small but elfin frame. Her once small but manly ass, unbranded, lay before him, ready to be taken. He pulled his tight jeans down, and gently slid his cock into her small ass-hole, as he continued to drive his fingers deep inside her tight girl-parts. It was traditional on planet Z-E-X to brand or tattoo the sex-objects on relevant body parts, usually their small but perfect asses or on the back of their legs. Daniel hadnt thought of an appropriate mark yet, Slave-bitch being the first sex- modified toy in his collection, but he was thinking of something simple maybe just a small bar-code, with Slave-bitch underneath for this one. If it didnt work out, he could always sell the dirty little thing, and buy a new one. He said this to slave-bitch, as he made passionate love to her tight perfect ass, her tight once-manly back arched as she orgasmed, leaving the bed coated with a layer of synthetic semen-substance. She was a boy once. Daniel kept making love to her, until she came three more times, and then he finshed himself off, his boy-semen mixing with the thick layer of synthetic-semen that coated her and his legs. After he was done, he pulled out, leaving her on the bed, and went downstairs to get himself some vat-grown beer, which he drank straight from the synthetic-plastic-material carton. He drank the strong beer, before walking upstairs to see what slave-bitch was doing. She was sitting there, playing with her new girl-parts, her synthetic-ejaculatory material soaking the perfect white sheets of Daniels bed. A few days later, at a friends house, slave-bitch wearing very little sat with spunk object, trying to regain her sanity as she played with his huge gene-modified sex organ. She tried to fit it in her mouth, but she couldnt it was far too large. He was sat against the bed, as erect as he had ever been, his massive boy-thing reaching up past his nipples. His training-regimen was different, and he sat there looking adorable, wondering idly if he could finish himself off with his mouth. Slave-bitch missed being a boy already. She had tried to ask if the surgery was reversible, but she had still not recovered from her drug-conditioning. Daniel had said that it wasnt, and if it was he wouldnt let his sex-object do it. He was trying to break her in with the guides he had received when he bought her. Tranny slaves, it said, liked playing with other sex-objects boy parts, as it reminded them of their own. Slave-bitch hadnt wanted to be a girl before the surgery, but she liked it now she was a dirty tranny pet, and she was having fun. Spunk object had been a short red-haired boy called Sam, before he had woken up within the time portal, ready to be used, abused, and slowly modified with gene modifications and surgery until he was a perfect sex-toy. He had liked boys before, and he was entirely gay when he had woken up, but now he was a sex-crazed sex-object, and he would do anything. He had regained his senses a few months after they had prepared his conditioning, and now he could talk again for a while he just sat there, playing with his giant manhood and his perfect giant man-testicles while he waited for someone to pick him up. He had a small registry-code tattooed on his ass, with the name Spunk-object written in ink beneath it. He was a sexy sex toy, he knew, and he wondered about Slave-bitchs tranny mental state. Slave-bitch was a dirty slave, and he wondered if he could fit in her girl-parts. He tried, pinning slave-bitch down and ramming the tip of his hot hard spunk-object man-object into the edge of her tight new girl-parts, and trying futilely to enter her vaginal-cavity. But, to his great dismay, his massively-enlarged member could not make it into her tranny-parts. Daniel laughed, and spanked spunk-object, who was once a small red-haired boy called Sam, hard on the ass, in just the right place to make him cum. He pulled out, shooting a huge load across slave-bitchs tight pale-skinned back, and wondered if his constant hard-on would pass. Slave-bitch moaned, and lay flat on the floor, trying to remember her life before the sex-conditioning. The conditioning drugs would not wear off for a few more weeks, she knew, but she would never stop being an adorable sex-conditioned tranny bitch. She loved it when Daniel made love to her hot tranny parts, and when the guys at the centre had tested her out she had ejaculated her hot tranny-spunk for the first time since they had given her the surgery, and she thought about that as she lay on the floor, her legs spread. She had not, before the surgery, when she was a boy, wanted to be a sex-object, but now the conditioning was over she was happy as a dirty tranny bitch. Spunk-object lay back on the floor, his gigantic member dripping spunk gently from the tip. He was still turned on, but he could stop for a while, despite the major sexual excitement that was shooting through his gene-enhanced genitalia. He didnt, however, and instead he started power-driving the base of his enhanced boy-part with both hands, carefully leaning forwards and licking the tip. Daniel sat back and watched, playing with his dominant and erect penis through his jeans as slave-bitch lay passed out on the floor, her tranny fingers playing with her new sex-organ. Daniel was excited at the thought of owning his new sex-object, and he knew he needed a friend for slave-bitch. Spunk-object was cool, but he wanted another sex-pet of his own. They were expensive, but he could afford another one, if he borrowed some personal credits from a friend and made sure to get a cheaper model the older ones were just the same, but they were slightly less perfect, less hyper-ecstatic and sexually vivacious. Some sex objects with dead-zombie like eyes sat in their rooms in the centre for over a year before anyone picked one up. There was a dead-eyed slave object, an older but more reliable class, called Sex-thing, which he thought he would pick up. Sex-thing had been left in the evaluation stages for a year before they gave him the surgery, while they conditioned him with drugs and sub-audio methods designed specifically for his object-class. He was a dirty bitch, and they had found that his low-level bondage fetish could be enhanced to a severe degree with the correct methods. By the end of it, he was ready to be transformed into his current form. He hadnt felt into him, with his large member, his perfect testicles, and his short shaved blonde pubes, body hair, and shaved head. They had fused a semi-computer device to a collar in his neck, for some reason with his own consent, and re-written most of his neurological systems to make him the perfect subservient beast. He was a total bondage-sub, and while the papers he had read said he was the perfect man-slave, he hadnt bought him directly. He had pale, almost white skin, and blonde eyebrows. He decided to take the short walk to the purchase centre in a few days, and pick him up. Sex Thing Sex-thing sat alone in his cell, the clear glass dividing wall exposing his naked form. He thought sadly about his loneliness, just sitting alone, playing with his boy-parts, and wondering about why he had been alone for so long. He still remembered his life, in the urban centres of the large and ancient colony which he had called home so long ago. He rubbed his naked ass, and wondered why nobody cared. There was no brand on his ass, nothing to signify that he was owned, and as such loved. He just wanted to be happy. He sat there and made love to his hand, which he found he could do six or seven times a day. He spent most of his time practising, until he could cum on command, and he could do that easily enough. He hadnt made love to anybody since his collar was attached and his conditioning was complete, at which point he was declared a finished model and moved to the purchasing wing of the centre, to wait to be purchased. He felt lonely when he was alone, which was most of the time. Sometimes people stopped by and watched, but he didnt care. Because he didnt know them. He was nice, and small, and pretty, and well built. Sometimes he tried to break his neurological conditioning, he didnt know why, but he always found he was sitting there playing with his boy-bits or lying face down on the bed, his ass spread to show his perfect asshole. It was late in the day, when two of the scientists of the centre, their dark grey suits under long white coats escorted Daniel to Sex-things cell. They opened the door with a key-card, and invited him to stand. He stood up, and Daniel thanked the two scientists. He took Sex-thing by the arm, and slowly led his naked form from the cell. Sex-thing and Daniel walked together, Sex-things collar showing up dark against his naked pale skin. Daniel led the dead-eyed sex-object through the corridors of the centre, completely naked, until he reached the door of the facility, and walked him home to hang out with Slave-bitch, who he imagined was still sore after the sex-party last night with spunk-object and some of Daniels friends. As Sex-thing got used to his new surrounds, having left the small cell in the centre for the more open home of Daniels modest colony-house and surrounding area, he tried to remember his old life. But, as he tried to think under the effects of his neurological conditioning, he felt more and more turned on, until he found himself sitting on the floor, playing with his boy-parts and thinking longingly of his new owner, Daniel. Daniel was trying to arrange for a branding kit, so he could leave his mark on Sex-thing and Slave-bitch. Slave-bitch he had left on her own in the bath, as she tried to make her tranny-parts feel clean under the effects of the strong residual effects of the conditioning drugs they gave her. Daniel was talking loudly on the tele-communications-system, as Slave-bitch played with her new body, and, much like Sex-thing, tried to remember her life before she was a sex-object. Sex-thing sat on the small bed that he was expected to share with Slave-bitch there was a small bracket on the wall, large enough to firmly anchor two long chains, and he knew that Daniel was planning some bondage sex. He normally only liked boys, but Slave-bitch was a tranny sex-object, and he felt more turned on than he usually would. He tried to think again about his life, before falling back on the bed, one hand playing with his hard-on while the other furiously frigged his ass-hole until he shot a load across his gut. His orgasms could last for up to ten minutes, and he liked to stretch them out. Sex-thing, Daniel said, Stand. Sex thing stood up, hard and erect, as his manly master Daniel looked over his short but pretty form. Daniel gently stroked the tip of his cock, causing it to jump up and down in arousal. He wondered if Sex-thing remembered much about his life, before they turned him into a sex-object. He asked, and Sex-thing just nodded, before falling to his knees, his hands pressed gently against his legs. Daniel opened his sex-objects mouth, and pulled his jeans down, his hard, natural cock standing erect. Sex-thing opened his mouth, before slowly taking his owner in his mouth, blowing him and making passionate love to his cock with his mouth. Sex-thing worked him until he came, and then he pulled away, letting Daniels hard cock shoot his white load across his face. Daniel laughed. Good sex-thing, he said, lay down and let me see your ass. Slave-bitch will be ready soon. Sex-thing did exactly as Daniel wanted him to, bending over the bed and spreading his ass, so that he could see his small, tight asshole. Daniel knelt down and looked closely at Sex-things tight, pale asshole. He gently leaned over and stroked his sex-objects ass, and tried to find the right spot on his ass to slap to make him cum. It took a while, but eventually found the spot beneath his right ass-cheek, and sex-thing moaned and shot his load across the bed. Slave-bitch finished her bath, feeling as clean as a space-tranny-bitch could be. She stood, entirely naked, and watched as Daniel toyed with Sex-things asshole. Daniel looked up, and Slave-bitch sat down next to him, her legs crossed and her tranny-bitch hands covering her tranny-girl-parts. Slave-bitch was still thinking about her life. She vaguely remembered what she had looked like when she was a boy, but she didnt think it was relevant. Sex-thing laid face down on the bed for a while, until Daniel said, Get up. Sex-thing stood up, and then sat down facing Daniel and Slave-bitch, while Daniel, his cock hard and ready to go again, looked sex-thing up and down across his smooth, hairless white skin. He told slave-bitch to kneel, and told sex-thing to begin making love to her tight tranny-mouth. Slave-bitch blew his small, perfect sex-thing cock, his pale shaven crotch sitting there before her small re-shaped tranny nose. Slave-bitch stood there obediently, his hand placed on the exact spot on her back which Daniel had instructed him to place it. Daniel watched for a while, playing with his perfect man-parts, unenhanced except for a small piercing where the base of his cock met his balls. He waited until he was about to cum, before slapping sex-thing on the right spot on his ass, causing him to shoot creamy white cum down slave-bitchs throat. Sit down, Daniel said to sex-thing, who obediently pulled out of the other sex-objects mouth, before sitting cross-legged on the floor, his boy-parts still standing erect. Sex-thing tried to break his neurological conditioning again, as he did sometimes, and found himself laying face-down on the floor, his hand spreading his perfect small ass, his fingers gently brushing his tight ass-hole. Slave-bitch sat down next to him, frigging her tranny-parts, and watched as he played with his tight boy-ass. Clothes were not a necessity for sex-objects on planet Z-E-X, but sometimes their owners liked to take them out about the place in a small skirt and shirt or a pair of shorts and a shirt or vest. Daniel didnt have any clothes for his two new sex-objects, but there was a small open-air pool on the corner, so he dressed sex-bitch up in a pair of his boxers and a shirt, and let sex-thing wear a pair of swimming shorts that he hadnt used for a while. Get up, he said to his sexual playthings, who obediently did so. He escorted the two of them from his modest home along the tiled street of the colony, to the small but quiet pool which was entirely empty. The sky above planet Z-E-X was black night and day, and speckled with small pinpricks of starlight, but the air was warm and humid. Daniel stripped to the nude and slowly let himself fall into the warm water. Slave-bitch followed him, the strong psychoactive conditioning drugs still clouding her once-genius tranny mind. Sex-thing sat at the edge of the pool, his legs falling gently into the water. He looked so hurt, and so Daniel said, Pretty much do what you want, sex-thing. Sex-thing lay back, as his neurologically sexually reconditioned mind slowly acclimated to the warm water. Daniel pulled slave-bitch close, and gently put his soft manly hands under her arms, and pulled her close. Slave-bitch pulled herself in, as Daniel playfully pushed Slave-bitchs genetically modified head under the water. Slave bitch struggled to the surface, and as she came up, her head broke the surface of the warm pool-water. She seemed elated and high, for a moment, feeling refreshed and enlightened. Daniel pulled Slave-bitch close, as she leaned against his shoulder. She seemed alright for a minute, but Daniel noted that as she leant on his shoulder, she began to panic. He pulled her away from himself, and worried about what was wrong. Was slave-bitch the tranny slave alright? He looked her deep in the eyes, and could tell something was wrong. She was struggling in his arms, trying to pull away from himself, but she didnt seem to be alright. Tears were flowing across her face. Inside, Daniel knew, with a worried mind, slave-bitch was having issues. The drugs were wearing off, maybe, maybe they had messed up. He pulled her out of the water, and sat her next to sex-thing. He told sex-thing to wait there while he took slave-bitch home, and quickly walked along to his perfect house, dragging her behind him. He put her to sleep in her bed, letting her perfect manly hand rest across her chest and gut, and made a quick call on his comms-device to a qualified sex-object scientist. He left sex-thing on the bed, under a warm thick blanket, and ran back to the pool to pick up sex-thing. He found him laid against the side of the pool, his perfect sexy pale ass spread between his hands, his finger gently toying with his tight perfect ass.