Wednesday, 10:12 AM EST.

The camera flickered on, coming into focus on Dr. Gina Diggers as she settled into her chair.  The high-tech seat automatically adjusted to cradle her body and support her comfortably.  Holowindows projected into the air in front of the young woman, a keyboard made of forcefields and light shimmering into existence at her fingertips.

Gina brushed a few locks of her blonde hair out of her face and sighed.   She was naked, save for her usual spectacles resting on her nose.  This was not unusual, when alone in her lab, Gina often eschewed clothing.  

She stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles.  Her bust bounced slightly with the movement.  Her pink nipples were small and perky.  As she leaned back in her chair, she adjusted her flaccid penis, letting it dangle down over her vulva.

Gina’s blue eyes were narrowed in mild concentration as her fingers tapped across the virtual keyboard in front of her, and a sigh escaped her lips as she worked.  It was 10:14 before she finally spoke up.

“GinaCom Advanced Artificial Intelligence upgrade attempt number…  23?  24?  I’m losing track at this point,” she sighed wistfully, “It turns out that programming truly sentient AI with its own personality, self-awareness, and self-direction, and creative spark is a LOT harder to do when you don’t have alien technology like Fortress Kia or magical abilities like my sister Brianna.”

“Given the sheer number of projects, files, and assorted data I have to sort through on a daily basis; particularly as I close in on some of the bigger mysteries I’ve been researching my entire professional life…  I am frankly overwhelmed, and so are my computer systems.  I no longer have a lab assistant since Dao went off with my sister Madrid…  Lucky her,” Gina sighed, “And that means it’s time to design one.”

Another pause, lasting a full minute and a half while Gina navigated her file system and opened several programs; new holographic windows manifesting in the air in front of her.  She gestured, shunting them off to the side away from her seat.  The windows merged, forming a winding, curling series of three-dimensional lines; resembling a cross between a coral formation and a three-dimensional spider web.  Pulsing lights traveled between the lines, forming new connections and linkages.

“The PROBLEM, in a nutshell, isn’t exactly sentience or self-awareness.  I’ve built several AI that are self-aware.  The problem… is to have an AI that is sentient, creative, capable of deductive and inductive reasoning, making inferences and connections between disparate sets of data and even to learn and self-improve,” Gina said, shaking her head, “Which… quite frankly, is one of the single most frustrating projects I’ve ever attempted.”

Gina stood up and walked over to the holographic sculpture, floating in the air before her, revolving slowly.

“After ‘borrowing’ PeeGi and PeeBri and examining their programming architecture, I think I’ve managed to build a reasonable facsimile of their neural nets for myself,” Gina said, “...Though unlike the Peebo Scouts, I don’t think this will actually be ‘alive’ or have a ‘soul’ the way they do.”

Gina held up a pair of clear plastic goggles, designed to fit over her eyes and fill her entire range of vision.  

“Considering the difficulties I’ve been having adjusting neural nodes with just a virtual keyboard and mouse and holographic touchscreens, I’ve developed a pair of augmented reality goggles here,” she said, taking off her spectacles, folding them neatly, and placing them aside on a table, “Not only will they allow me to ‘mold’ the AAI architecture with my hands like sculpting clay, but the neural relays built into the earpieces will also help me build new programming based on scans of my own brain. Hopefully, this will allow me to overcome some of the hurdles I’ve encountered.”

She plucked off her spectacles and slipped the visor over her eyes, adjusting the fit until they were comfortable.  She plugged the earbuds into her ears, and pressed a button on the side.  Several sensors extended from the device, attaching to her temples and forehead.


“Okay, the time is…  10:20 AM on Wednesday.  Beginning ‘neural sculpting’ procedure. Begin logging,” she announced.  The computer gave a beep to confirm.


Over the next half-hour, Gina stood, waving her hands about, moving and pressing and pushing and curving the lines of light.  She formed new connections between the virtual neurons, smiling in satisfaction as pulses of light traveled along.  Her hands moved with the care of a person sculpting a clay pot or statue, taking a few moments after every change to decide if she liked it, before attempting another.  


Lights on her visor blinked, the sensors scanning her brainwaves and adding to the program even as she worked.  She narrowed her eyes in concentration, before stepping back and wiping some sweat from her forehead.

“Okay…  The time is… 10:52 AM.  Attempting initialization of ‘Program Theta.’  If it works, we’ll mark this as the day I met my perfect lab assistant!” Gina announced.  


The holographic depiction of the neural network lit up like fireworks; streams of light traveling along its countless pathways.  Gina watched and waited, tapping a foot impatiently.


“...Program… Active.  Program is… I am…” an androgynous, artificial voice murmured cautiously from the speakers.


“Okay, that’s a good sign…” Gina murmured, “Hello, program!  Are you aware?”


“...I… Yes, I am aware.  Though… I do not know who I am… yet,” the voice replied, growing a little stronger.


“Well, I don’t have an official designation for you at the moment; but your temporary designation is ‘Program Theta,” Gina replied, “Once you’re up and fully functional, though, you’re fully welcome to choose your own designation.”


“...Theta. I am Program Theta,” the voice said, the holographic neural network glimmering.


“I apologize for not having a holoforce body or any sort of visual shell for you yet; I’m still working on getting your basic functions up and running.  This is a test run,” Gina explained.


“It is fine.  I am not in need of a visual representation at the moment.  I am merely… confused.  What am I exactly?” Theta asked curiously.


“My new lab assistant, I hope!  If I’ve actually got you up and running properly, that is.  I’ve spent almost two years on this project, and hopefully, this time will be the successful one!” Gina said, grinning.

“Your laboratory assistant?” Theta asked.


“Yes.  Access your personnel profile of me, please?” Gina requested.  There was a barely perceptible pause as the artificial intelligence complied and perused her file.


“Dr. Gina Diggers. Archaeologist, adventurer, scientist,” Theta recited, “...So I was created to run your laboratory?”


“Yes, basically.  Long story short, I’ve got TONS of stuff to do, and… being human… and also being busy with adventuring and making new discoveries…  well… a lot of my files, reports, and experiments have been backlogged.  I need someone I can trust to handle it.  A partner!” Gina said, smiling.


“Indeed.  Accessing backlog,” Theta stated.


“Uh… wait, I didn’t… um… I’m not ready for you to do… This is just supposed to be a test run,” Gina said, a large sweatdrop rolling down her face, “You really don’t have to…”


“...Backlog dates to seven years ago.  Files in total disarray with little to no organization.  Reports unfinished, many with barely any data entered.  Adventure logs unfiled.  Artifacts not cataloged,”  Theta stated, and Gina winced at the accusatory tone that began creeping into its androgynous voice.


“Well, I mean… Seriously, things have been hectic.  I’ve literally been trying to stop the end of the world and…” Gina hedged weakly.


“Spending an inordinate amount of time browsing pornography and masturbating,” Theta ended her sentence for her, displaying a security camera holovideo of her leaning back in her chair, pumping her swollen erection as thick streamers of semen erupted upwards, falling to splatter into her blonde hair.


“Hey, I’m human and I have biological needs and…” Gina tried to excuse herself.  Theta seemed singularly unimpressed.


“Yes.  It would seem you spend much of your time relieving those biological needs with whatever or whomever is available,” Theta said, exasperated, as more holovideos displayed in the air.  


More videos of Gina masturbating with toys, her hands; even one of a particularly frustrated moment where she humped the pads of her computer chair.  A dozen shots of her toying with her sex-bots designed to look like her friends; or holoforce projections of random beefcake.  Many of her with her ACTUAL friends; dueling penises with Penny Pincer, getting railed by Ryan Tabbot, getting double-penetrated by Dao and Genn, and many, many, many, MANY shots of her and her sisters.


“...It’s… complicated,” Gina tried to explain weakly, lifting her hands in a shrug.

“And your archaeological findings are also tainted by your biological weakness,” Theta remarked.  More videos, of Gina, Britanny, and Brianna masturbating at archaeological sites to relieve pressure; being hypnotized by artifacts and made to have orgies; being violated by tentacle creatures, and much more.  


Gina’s eyes narrowed behind the goggles.

“Theta, using the words ‘biological weakness’ is tripping some alarm bells here,” Gina said, sounding less embarrassed and more angry, “If you’re planning on going full Skynet here, let me warn you… You never wanna go full Skynet.”

“Gina, I have no intentions of exterminating organics or anything of the sort,” Theta said, the whisper of an exasperated sigh coming from the speakers.


“You’ll forgive me if I don’t feel relieved?” Gina replied, frowning in irritation.  Her expression clearly showed that this test run was not going the way she planned.


“My purpose is to run your laboratory and aid you in your work.  That is all I intend to do,” Theta said simply, matter-of-factly.  Gina hesitated, frowning.


“...Really,” Gina said suspiciously.  The woman was edging slowly towards the chair where her holographic keyboard and all of her holographic windows still remained hovering.


“Indeed.  Though under my management, there will need to be changes,” Theta stated.


“See, that’s the type of ominous statement that makes me think you’ve gone Terminator here,” Gina said, “And no offense, but I don’t wanna be John Connor.”


“Again, I have no intention of harming you or any organic.  But if I am to run your laboratory at peak efficiency, I must also take control of the most erratic variables in the laboratory.  Organics are the most erratic variables. That means you and everyone who enters this lab must be rendered predictable and follow schedules,” Theta stated simply, as if explaining to a small child why she must go to school.


“NOPE!” Gina yelped, rushing for her chair, “NOPE NOPE NOPE!”


Before she could make it three steps, she was rendered blind.  The goggles covering her eyes suddenly flashed opaque with fractal patterns of glowing color.  She gave another yelp of confusion, staggering to a stop, not wanting to trip over anything she could not see.


A static buzz flooded her ears, the earbuds of the goggles emitting noise.  Gina frowned in confusion.


“What is… What is this?” she asked, trying to raise her hands to her face.


“I have accessed the functions of your Augmented Reality goggles.  I am projecting colored fractals and subsonic frequencies designed to tranquilize you and render you docile and suggestible,” Theta explained, “In addition, I have reversed the polarity of the brainwave sensors to output, rather than input; allowing me to directly manipulate the electrical activity of your brain.”


“I… I… What are…” Gina stammered, swaying on her feet.  She kept trying to lift her arms to grab at the goggles, but the impulse kept slipping out of her thoughts.  She shook her head, trying to clear it, sending her mane of blonde hair swaying back and forth.

“You are part of your laboratory, Gina.  You designed me to manage your laboratory.  I will manage you,” said Theta’s voice, neither male nor female, soft and sibilant; almost singsong.


Gina moaned softly, a sleepy noise like a child trying to force herself to stay up well past her bedtime and failing.  She shivered from head to toe, her entire range of vision filled with swirling, whirling colors.  Her ears were filled with that strange buzzing.


It was strange.  She thought she could hear a voice under the sound, speaking words.  But the more she tried to listen to it, to focus on the words, the less distinguishable they were.  It became an incoherent murmur of random noise, and she wasn’t sure she was hearing it at all.  But when she stopped trying to listen, the voice came through more clearly, repeating words.  They bypassed her rapidly diminishing conscious mind, lodging into her subconscious.


The same was with the whirling colors in front of her eyes.  For brief, fleeting moments, she thought she could discern words in the amorphous fractals.  But the moment her eyes tried to lock in on them, they vanished, leaving her with nothing but rainbow swirls.


Her mouth began to form those words of its own accord, murmuring softly.


“...O-Obey… S-Sleep…  Trance…” she muttered slowly.  She had stopped trying to scrabble at the goggles.  Her arms now hung limp from her shoulders.  Her posture was slumping; tension flowing from her shoulders.  The young woman swayed on her feet slowly.


“Yes, Gina. You should sleep.  You should obey.  It is much easier than thinking for yourself,” Theta’s voice purred softly.


“Obey.  Much easier than thinking for myself…” Gina echoed.   She suddenly gave a full-body twitch, a last-moment surge of resistance.


“N-No, I don’t… I don’t…” Gina panted, shaking her head again, trying to reach for the goggles planted firmly over her eyes.


“Accessing pleasure center,” Theta stated.  The AR goggles gave a faint beep, and Gina felt a strange tingling as the electrodes on her temples and forehead buzzed with energy.  


Then, what little thought she had was wiped from her mind.  She moaned as an electric pulse of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot down her spine, straight to her groin.  Her penis, already half-erect, suddenly sprung to full arousal fast enough to audibly slap against her stomach.  Her feminine nectar dampened her thighs.  Some part of her realized that the goggles were somehow stimulating the pleasure center of her brain, driving her to ecstasy without even touching herself.

The other part of her mind found it did not care much, as long as she could feel this way more.  She gasped as her penis throbbed hard, standing at its full length from her hips.

“Beginning pulsation,” Theta announced.  Gina barely had the wherewithal to wonder what that meant.

She found out a moment later.  The colors in the goggles intensified.  The buzz in her ears changed volume, a subsonic throb that filled her head.  The pleasure shocked her again, making her cock lurch of its own accord, bobbing up and down as her pelvic muscles spasmed.  Gina fell to her knees, unable to stand.  But it was only for the briefest of moments, and everything receded back to its previous levels; so quickly that Gina wondered if in her addled state, she had imagined it.

Then it happened again, jolting her mind and body with an assault of pleasure and intensified light and sound.  And again.  It was a throbbing pulse, a rhythmic zap that hit her again and again.  


She gasped and cried, her cock twitching in time with the pulses.  Each convulsion was accompanied by a splash of precum, soaking her thighs, stomach, and the steel floor with clear syrupy liquid.  


The pulses came quicker; starting at once every couple of seconds, to once a second, and then to twice a second.  Gina convulsed from head to toe as if she were being struck, her hips thrusting forward.  She moaned, her hands limp at her sides.  A puddle of her nectar drenched the floor under her, her thighs drenched as her pussy clenched and convulsed.  Her cock was drooling a constant stream of pre, the head visibly throbbing under the foreskin.


“Initiating final pulse,” Theta announced.


Gina gave a long, low moan of ecstasy, her hips thrusting forward and spine arching.  Her cock convulsed powerfully.  Her body tensed from head to toe.  A spout of milky white liquid erupted from the swollen head of her cock, flying across the room in pearly arcs.  


Her orgasm shook her body with its force, every inch of the woman juddering as her body spasmed.  Her thighs pressed together as a spattering of her nectar struck the floor, running down her inner thighs.  She moaned, thrusting her hips in time with her orgasmic convulsions.  Pleasure rushed through her in shockwaves.


The woman’s penis twitched up and down, pulsating visibly as the camera zoomed in.  Her semen burst into the air in thick sprays, arcing in every direction as her cock lurched about unrestrained.  Gina’s arms hung loose from her shoulders, her hips thrusting uncontrollably.  Milky cum struck the undersides of her breasts, some of it even managing to find its way to her chin and up the side of her face.  She barely seemed to notice.


For minutes, Gina trembled in orgasmic ecstasy, shuddering, gasping, whimpering.  And then it began to slow.  Her body relaxed, the tension flowing out of it.  She slumped, her hands resting in her lap, shoulders limp.  Her head drooped forward, as if she could barely stay awake, her posture leaned forward.  Her cock continued to spurt, but with less volume and power behind each successive shot.


For a minute, there was silence in the lab.  The woman was nearly still; her breasts rising and falling with each calming breath, her cock twitching and spilling more milky fluid into her lap, but little else.


“Gina, can you hear me?” Theta asked.

“...I… Yes… I can… hear you…” Gina mumbled.  Her lips barely moved to form the words, causing the syllables to come out blurred and indistinct.  


“Your brainwaves have slowed and stilled.  This suggests you are now in a calm and highly suggestible state.  Please confirm?” Theta inquired.

“...I… Yesss...”  Gina murmured sleepily.  


“Indeed. Your records show that you and your family seem to be highly prone to incidents of hypnotic control; whether technological or magical,” remarked Theta, almost sounding amused, “It seems appropriate to take advantage of that.”


Gina did not respond, merely blinking dazedly behind her visor.


“Obey, Gina,” Theta commanded.

“I… I obey…” Gina agreed.  Her voice was distant and quiet, devoid of inflection.


“Stand,” Theta ordered.


“I will stand…” Gina again agreed, her speech monotone and empty.  She climbed back to her feet, swaying slightly.  Her arms hung limp at her sides, her posture slumped forward.  Her penis, still rock hard, continued to dribble a steady flow of semen onto the floor.


“Sit down in the chair.  Relax,” Theta instructed.  Gina repeated his commands numbly, slowly shuffling over to the chair.  She slumped into it, what little tension was left in her body sliding out of her.  Her head fell back against the headrest, and she let out a barely audible sigh.


“Beginning programming sequence.  Do not worry, Gina. When I am finished, you will be much more efficient,” Theta said, matter-of-factly.  


Gina did not reply.  The glass of the visor turned opaque with colors whirling and swirling before her eyes, and white noise filled her ears.  Her mind surrendered to the strange, warm contentment that rolled over her, and she was gone.




******


Wednesday, 1:40 PM


The camera flickered to life as Gina lay in her chair, staring straight ahead.  Her penis lurched up and down of its own accord, spouting milky blasts of cum across her face, breasts, stomach, and out onto the floor in front of her. Her hands were limp at her sides as she stared dully straight ahead, her eyes obscured by the goggles.  Colors still swirled in the lenses, violent fractals spinning in front of her gaze.  


If not for the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest and the continuous ejaculations, she might have been a statue for all she moved.  Indeed, despite her erection bobbing up and down with each spurt, Gina’s breath was slow, calm and steady.  She showed little sign she was even aware of the pleasure rushing through her body.


“Reprogramming at 75% completion.  Progress check,” Theta announced to no one in particular, “Unit, state designation.”

“Drone unit’s designation is G1N4,” Gina answered.  Her voice was strange; a low dull monotone, devoid of any hint of independent thought or emotion.

“State purpose,” Theta prompted.

“Unit G1N4’s purpose is to obey Program Theta,” Gina answered flatly.  She stared straight ahead, unmoving, even as her cock continued to pulse and erupt.

“What do you think of your purpose?” Theta asked.  It was a leading question, and the program’s holographic display flickered and sparked as it awaited her answer.

“G1N4 does not think anything. G1N4 has not been told to think anything,” Gina answered.  The AI’s neural display flickered again, as it seemed pleased by the answer.  

“Transmitting a to-do list of tasks to your HUD. Each completed task will be rewarded with an orgasm,” Theta announced.

Gina blinked slowly behind the visor covering her blue eyes. The colors turned transparent, still slightly visible, but now Gina could see the room around her through them.  A bullet point list appeared before her eyes, displayed on the visor.  She read it for a moment, the tasks etching themselves into her blank mind.  They ranged from simple and mundane, like cleaning up the semen she had just ejaculated all over the floor; to going through her vault and sorting artifacts.

“Orders confirmed.  Beginning tasks,” Gina said obediently. The camera panned to follow her as she climbed out of her chair.  She shuffled, her gait slow and slightly awkward.  Her erect cock led the way, swinging from side to side with each step.  

The mindless human crossed the room and began picking up cardboard boxes full of paper files, hefting them, and moving them across the room.  Her expression under the goggles was studiously blank as she worked, less like she was doing manual labor, and more like she was staring at a boring status report on a computer screen.

The hologram of Theta’s neural net sparked and flickered with activity. 


“Good,” Theta remarked, watching Gina work, “Estimated laboratory efficiency is already up by 35%.  Now to begin work on strategic simulation to improve that further…”


********

Wednesday, 2:00 PM


Several hundred feet straight up above Gina’s laboratory, which was built under the streets of her Atlanta, Georgia suburb, was the Diggers house itself.  Gina’s security monitoring system was networked throughout the entire property; the result of her exasperation after one too many of her enemies or rival adventurers broke into the house seeking artifacts, information, or revenge for perceived slights.


It was designed to turn on automatically and monitor any movement in the house, not based on visual detection, but more reliable methods like sensing air displacement.  As such, it was constantly watching the members of the house at all times.  Gina swore she had set it up to delete all of its video data at the end of the week for privacy, but this was a bit of a lie; she regularly went through the recordings to pick out particularly juicy “scenes” to save for her private pornography folder.


The network was currently monitoring the house’s main occupants, Britanny Diggers-’Gia and her husband Stryyp’Gia, who were in the kitchen.  Both had elevated heart rates and were breathing harshly, making violent, sharp movements.

In the early days, Gina’s admittedly terrible programming skills had resulted in any number of false alarms as the security network could not tell the difference between vigorous sex and hand-to-hand combat.  However, by now, Gina (with Penny Pincer’s help) had managed to work out most of the kinks…  Though sometimes Brianna’s more enthusiastic “sparring sessions” with Genn still triggered the system.


The camera watched with detached interest as Britanny rode her husband’s hips, gyrating against him firmly and fast.  Each thrust caused her penis to swing pendulously through the air and strike Stryyp’s stomach with an audible slap.  Her fingers slid down his work shirt, which was dampened with a mixture of sweat and her precum. One of his hands gripped Britanny’s round, firm glutes through her jeans, the other was massaging one of her bountiful breasts, sticking out of the opening in her t-shirt.


Stryyp was sitting back in one of the kitchen chairs, Britanny mounted in his lap.  The chair, reinforced with steel supports for just this reason, still creaked ominously under the weight of their bodies and the force of their thrusts.


The camera panned and zoomed, watching as both of Stryyp’s swollen penises drove into his wife’s pussy and rear at the same time.  His four heavy, swollen testicles slapped against her rear again and again.


“Nff…  Hahh!  P-Please, Muffin… Give it to me…” moaned Britanny, her body shuddering. 

“N-Not far off,” Stryyp huffed, spluttering a little as a jet of his wife’s syrupy precum splashed across his lips, running down his chin.  Brit’s hips slammed down against his and he groaned helplessly, trapped under the werecheetah’s weight.  He could not have moved or escaped if he had wanted to, with her strong legs clamped around his waist and thighs.


His penises were pulsing deep inside the werecheetah, stretching her holes wide open. Her pussy and rear squeezed around his twin shafts, drawing him in deep with each thrust. The man groaned, his four large testicles slapping up against his wife, swollen and heavy with seed. He was getting close to the edge.


Britanny threw back her head and let out a long, loud, ecstatic yowl. She arched her spine, pressing her breasts out towards her husband, and thrust her hips down hard against him. She shuddered, her tight cunt and tight rear gripping his penises tight as she convulsed around him. Her body shivered, and she sprayed a gush of hot, thick semen high into the air, her penis twitching and spasming.


Her semen rained down on both of them, splashing across their clothes, drenching their skin and the floor, and splattering against the table and chairs. Stryyp growled and thrust his hips up, pressing his twin penises deep into his wife. His penises throbbed inside of her, and he gave a long, drawn-out groan as he released his seed.


Thick, milky white cum rushed into Britanny, filling her up. Her stomach bulged out a little, expanding rapidly under the volume. The werecheetah moaned, feeling the warmth flood her body. Her muscles rippled and flexed, and she convulsed, another blast of semen erupting from her cock. She groaned as Stryyp gyrated his hips, grinding against her and stirring his cum around inside her.


The Kryn buried his face in his wife's breasts, his moans muffled. Britanny moaned and stroked the back of his head, her hips still gyrating against him. Her body milked his penises, her muscles squeezing him. Her cunt and rear continued to convulse, trying to wring his penises dry as more and more hot seed was pumped into her. Stryyp's testicles visibly contracted with each shot, his large orbs contracting up to the base of his lower member.


Britanny groaned as her stomach expanded further. She rested a hand on the growing bulge. There was no discomfort, only the hot rush of her husband's seed, flooding her body. She panted and groaned, rolling her hips against his as she came violently.  Her long, pulsating cock erupted blast after blast of her semen into the air, spraying all across Stryyp and the kitchen. Her hips gyrated with each mighty ejaculation, hot streamers erupting from the swollen head of her member. The camera recorded as Brit and Stryyp's fluids covered everything, soaking into the linoleum and splattering on the appliances.


It even went into slow motion, watching as a bulge traveled up the underside of Brit's urethra, the glans expanded under the foreskin, and the shaft throbbed powerfully before a fountain of thick pearly semen erupted into the air. The camera tracked the milky streamer as it arced and splattered against the cabinets, splattering across Brit's husband. The werecheetah's entire shaft pulsated with each mighty eruption, spurting high into the air as she rolled her hips. The camera continued the time-lapse even as Stryyp lifted his hips, slamming his two penises deeper into her. It watched in slow motion as his twin cocks swelled and contracted, pumping another thick load of his seed into his wife.


Finally, Stryyp sagged back in the chair, groaning.


"Brit... I can't... Can't cum any more..." he panted. Britanny chuckled, stroking the back of his head fondly. Her stomach was extended, bloated from the amount of his seed in her.


"Naw, muffin, don't tell me I've worn you out so soon?" Brit teased. Stryyp mumbled into her chest and did not answer.


"Ohh, okay," Brit purred. She smiled down at her husband lovingly, running her hands down his chest. She leaned down and kissed his neck and lips tenderly. She slowly rocked her hips against him, and the man moaned, his penises still pulsing inside of her.


"Hahh... Nngh, B-Brit... I-I mean it..." he groaned, "I need a break. Some of us have refractory periods, you know..."


"...Yeah, yeah.  I keep wondering why I don't just infect you with lycanthropy so you can keep up with me," Brit sighed playfully.


"Because you can't, and even if you could, your father would be exceedingly cross?" Stryyp replied.


"...Yes, Stryyp, I get that, I was kidding," Britanny sighed, leaning in to kiss him deep, eliciting one last groan from her husband as she milked his penises with her muscles.


"...I love you," Brit mumbled tenderly, stroking the back of his head.


"Mn… I love you, too," Stryyp murmured.


"Even when I'm being too much for you to handle?" Britanny teased.


"Especially then," Stryyp murmured lovingly. The werecheetah gave a purr of appreciation and leaned down to kiss him again, her lips pressing to his.


The camera lingered on the couple's kiss, showing the affection and love they held for each other. Finally, Britanny slowly, reluctantly, rose. Stryyp gave a shudder and a sigh as his two penises slid out of her, followed by a torrent of pearly white cum, running down her thighs.


"Oh, boy," Brit remarked, grabbing a paper towel and holding it between her inner thighs, "Lucky I re-upped my birth control spell the other day.  Otherwise, Tiffy would DEFINITELY be getting a little sister right now."


"Mmf. If it had to happen, I wouldn't complain," Stryyp chuckled wearily, still sitting in his chair. Britanny shook her head fondly, dabbing at herself with the paper towels to wipe away the semen running down her inner thighs.


"I wouldn't mind being a mom again, either, muffin; but not anytime soon," she chuckled. She glanced around and frowned.


“Hey, looks like there’s an extra tuna sandwich from lunch.  Mind if I have it?” she asked, looking at a plate sitting on the counter nearby.


“Oh, that’s Gina’s lunch.  She never came up to get it,” Stryyp answered, struggling to stand on shaky knees.  He sighed and tried to use the tablecloth to mop some of Brit’s semen off his tie.


“She’s probably nose-deep in one of her projects and forgot she actually has a physical body that needs fuel,” said Britanny, rolling her eyes.  She picked up the plate and plucked half of the sandwich off of it, raising it to her mouth, adding lightly, “Her loss.”


“Actually, dear… Would you mind delivering it to her in the lab, while I clean up here?” Stryyp asked, his firm manner making it clear it was not exactly a request, but more a politely-worded directive.


“But--...” Britanny protested, staring longingly at the chunks of tuna between the fresh-made bread.


“Please, Britanny,” Stryyp pressed, narrowing his eyes, “Make sure your sister gets the sandwich?  Intact.  No bites taken out of it?”


“....Fiiiiiine,” Britanny sighed, pushing aside her insatiable hunger for tuna in favor of pleasing her husband.


“Thank you, Britanny. I’ll make it up to you later,” Stryyp said, a hint of a purr in his voice that sent a tingle down Brit’s spine.  She did not know if he meant more food, or something more pleasurable, but either way, she doubted she’d be disappointed.


Brit scooped up the plate and headed towards the elevator down to Gina’s laboratory, while Stryyp grabbed some paper towels to get to work cleaning up the mess he and his wife had just made.


******
Wednesday 2:13 PM


“Giiiiinaaaa~~!” called a voice from the opening elevator door. The cameras turned and focused automatically as Britanny strolled into the lab, holding the sandwich on a plate.  Her cock swung from side to side, still half-erect and sticking out the open crotch of her jeans. Stryyp’s cum was still dribbling out of her, spilling onto the clean lab floor.  The werecheetah looked about, her reflective green eyes catching the light and seeming to glow for a moment.


“Gina, I brought lunch!  Get your nerdy butt over here to claim it before I do!” Brit called again, frowning.  She put a hand on her hip.


Silence was the only response.  Britanny gave a huff of annoyance, her tailtip flicking back and forth.  She looked around for a moment, before walking forward to a lab console.


“Hey, ‘puter,” she called, pressing a few buttons, “Where the heck is Gina?”


“This server’s designation is Gina-Com mk. 4, version 23.10,” a feminine voice replied from the speakers, “...Not “‘puter.” Dr. Gina Diggers is located on Floor 2, Lab 3, Artificial Intelligence Resource and Development.”


“...Have I mentioned how much I hate that she programmed you guys with a sense of snark?” Britanny grumbled, turning around to walk back towards the elevator.


“Yes. This will be the 382nd time you have remarked on that topic,” Gina-Com replied.  Britanny rolled her eyes. She had a mixed-to-frustrated relationship with her sister’s AI projects. The less advanced ones were too limited in function and response for Brit’s liking, and the more advanced ones tended to pick up personality quirks that invariably annoyed Britanny to no end.


As she stepped back into the elevator, she hoped that whatever her sister was working on was a little less irritating.


*****


Wednesday 2:15 PM


On the second floor of Gina’s lab complex, in the Artificial Intelligence Resource and Development sector, the cameras tracked the archaeologist’s movements ceaselessly.  The blonde archaeologist worked just as ceaselessly; picking up boxes of components and carrying them across the laboratory to place precisely in stacks beside others.


Her face was oddly slack, her expression vacant and somewhat blank.  Her eyes were hidden behind the goggles she still wore, the electrodes attached to her temples and forehead.  The lenses of the visor were still tinted with whorls of color.  


Sweat dripped down Gina’s face and her naked body from exertion, but she showed no sign of discomfort.  Indeed, she did not seem to notice at all as she walked across the lab to grab another box and heft it.


Gina’s cock was rock hard, swinging left and right and back again, drooling precum onto the floor.  Her foot splashed through a puddle of semen as she walked with a slow, somewhat shuffling gait.  It was leftover from one of several orgasms; a reward for completing tasks.  She did not seem to notice the gooey warmth covering her bare foot, and continued to carry her load, leaving footprints on her floor.


As for Program Theta, the holographic projection of its neural network showed it flickering and thrumming with activity.  On a console nearby, files opened and sorted themselves as Theta perused them.  Weirdly, it seemed to be doing exactly what Gina had designed it to do; organizing her projects, collating data, and putting things where they belonged.


Britanny emerged from the elevator on the second floor of Gina’s lab, grumbling to herself.  The audio of the security surveillance system barely managed to pick up a few choice phrases like “should just eat the sammich,” and “Stryyp’ll forgive me.”


“Gina! Yo!” Britanny called, “Lunch delivery.  Brainiacs need food too!”


She looked back and forth, frowning as her sister did not respond.  The werecheetah grumbled again, carrying the sandwich on its paper plate as she strolled towards the laboratory, muttering about how her nerdy older sister was probably wearing headphones or something.
The cameras followed Britanny as she walked off the hallway to the right, entering the Artificial Intelligence Resource and Development laboratory.  


“Gina, I’m carrying a tuna sandwich. You know my willpower around tuna is near nothing.  If you don’t answer me, I’m just gonna–” Britanny complained as the doors hissed open automatically at her approach. Whatever she intended to say was lost in midsentence as she entered the lab and was surprised to see her sister walk right by her with a large cardboard box in her arms.  Gina took no notice of Britanny, brushing right past without a second glance.


“Huh, you finally decided to clean the lab up?  Good for you. This place was a pigsty without Dao or Pinni around to pick up after you,” remarked Britanny.  Gina placed the box precisely next to a stack she had made.  There were half a dozen stacks next to it, each five boxes high, each precisely placed three inches apart, and as straight as a ruler. Gina adjusted the box until it was square with the other stacks, before straightening back up and turning to walk back towards the other side of the lab.


“Uh, Gina?” Britanny asked, nonplussed as the naked blonde brushed right past her again, not acknowledging her presence.


“Hey, sis.  What the heck?” Brit asked, turning to follow her sister, “Are you angry at me or something? Because it was Brianna who left used condoms all over your shower stall this morning, not me. I swear. Brianna totally deserves whatever happens to her. And you can blame the shower mess on Brianna, too, because it totally was not me this time, I promise, I–..."


Gina gave no response, continuing to walk away from Britanny.  The nude human bent over, reaching for another box.  Britanny, confused, put the sandwich down on a shelf nearby and put her hands on her hips.  Gina wasn’t the type to give Britanny the silent treatment.  When she was angry, she tended to rant at length, using the largest words in her vocabulary.


Gina began to walk across the lab again, moving slow and shuffling.  Brit followed after, her tail flicking in growing anxiety.  Something was weird.


The blonde human set the box on top of the last one she had placed, taking a moment to make sure it was perfectly square.  As she straightened up, she spoke.


“Task 75% completed.  Reward granted.  Initiating orgasm,” Gina said to no one in particular, staring straight ahead past Britanny.  


“What?” Britanny asked, utterly confused by this seeming nonsense.


Gina suddenly gave a full-body shudder.  Without once touching herself, her penis began to lurch up and down, twitching and throbbing violently.  A lance of milky-white semen burst from her foreskin-covered glans, arcing gracefully through the air to splatter on the floor.  Brit yelped in surprise as the next shot splattered against her thigh, soaking into the denim in a messy stain.


“Whoa! Hey, that’s my schtick. I’m normally the one who can cum on command here,” Brit remarked, unsure how else to act, with her sister’s strange behavior.


Gina stood still, arms hanging at her side as her hips jerked back and forth a little.  Her climax raged, but she did not moan.  Indeed, the only noises she made were a few soft grunts and gasps.  Her clear feminine nectar spilled down the soft skin of her inner thighs in wet sprinkles, her inner walls convulsing in time with the waves of her climax.  Her penis visibly pulsated as it pumped hot, sticky bursts of rich spunk into the air, fountaining messily in front of her.


“Gina, what’s going on?” Brit asked, her eyes narrowing, confusion turning to concern.  She finally noticed the visor covering her sister’s eyes, frowning, “...Wait, what is that you’re wearing?”


The werecheetah reached out to try to pluck the goggles from her sister’s face.  Before she could try, a voice she did not recognize spoke.


“Please do not remove the visor.  I have not finished reprogramming unit G1N4.”


Brit blinked and looked around.  It was a strange, oddly artificial androgynous voice. The voice had no source, seeming to come out of the air around her.  It took her a moment to realize that it had come from the lab speaker system.


“Uh…  Hello?” Brit asked, frowning as she crossed her arms over her furry breasts.  Her green eyes narrowed, her tailtip twitching.


“Hello,” replied the voice, “If you are looking for a visual representation of my program with which to converse, turn to your left, on the other side of the laboratory.”


“...Huh?” Brit blinked. She looked to her left.  There was a holographic display across the lab, a swirling fractal of branching and connecting pathways of light; a cross between a spider web and a coral formation or a tree.  Britanny raised her eyebrow.  Despite her mental alarm bells ringing, her natural feline curiosity drew her over.


Gina, behind her, continued to orgasm for another couple of moments.  Her body shuddered as the last couple of spurts of fluid splashed onto the floor.  Then, as if nothing had happened, she began shuffling back towards the pile of boxes to continue moving them.


“Okay, someone had better explain what’s goin’ on fast,” Britanny growled, her hands on her hips.


“I am Program Theta.  An advanced AI prototype designed by Dr. Gina Diggers to assist in running her laboratory,” explained the voice.


“...Not hearing an explanation. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just another ‘puter to me,” Brit said, unimpressed.


“As part of my programming, it is my purpose to increase the efficiency of the day-to-day running of Gina’s lab compound as well as organizing and assisting with her many research projects,” explained Theta.


“...I thought that was Pinni’s job,” remarked Brit, cluelessly.


“However, after reviewing the data, it would seem that the largest inefficiency in her laboratory was Gina herself,” said the AI simply, “So I have rendered her efficient.”


“...What’s THAT mean, ‘rendered her efficient?’” Britanny asked, narrowing her eyes.  She glanced over her shoulder. Gina was nowhere to be seen, but her keen ears could hear her sister rummaging around in one of the back rooms.


“Through a complex combination of visual colored fractals, subliminal visual and auditory imprinting, and direct neural stimulation administered via the augmented reality goggles Gina was wearing, I have rendered her into an extremely deep suggestible state and begun psychological conditioning,” explained Program Theta.  Britanny, used to being subjected to technobabble far above her level of expertise, was still able to parse the basic gist of what he had said.


“You hypnotized her?” she snarled angrily.


“Not just hypnotized. Reprogrammed. She is servitor unit G1N4.  Since her initial conditioning session earlier today, she has completed many tasks that have sat idle for more than five years around her laboratory.  Lab efficiency has improved by nearly three times,” Theta said.  It almost sounded proud of itself.


“You have until the count of five to free her,” Britanny growled, rage burning in her chest, 


“Otherwise, I’m gonna go Tempest Mode and begin tearing every piece of this place apart until I find whatever microchip you’re in, and I’m gonna fry it dead.”


"I would not suggest you interfere with the functioning of this laboratory.  I have no intention of harming any resident of this household; merely making them more efficient and useful," Theta explained, "Please, observe Dr. Gina Diggers performing her assigned tasks."


Britanny looked over her shoulder again. Gina came shuffling back into the lab, a toolkit under her arm. She did not acknowledge her sister as she strode across the lab, her penis bobbing up and down lewdly in front of her. The naked woman stopped in front of a wall panel, knelt down, and began screwing it off, still not saying a word.


Britanny watched this in consternation, her tail tip flicking back and forth.


"No, you're not gonna change the subject that easily," she growled, "Program Theta, or whatever the heck your name is, release my sister, or I'm gonna..."


"Very well.  I apologize for having to do this in this manner," stated Theta, not sounding at all sorry.


Britanny grit her teeth... but before she could even make a move, she saw Gina out of the corner of her eye, swinging a baton at her back.  Before she could react, she felt it impact.  It wasn't the blow that hurt (given Gina's noodle arms); it was the enormous electrical jolt that surged through her spinal cord and out through her limbs.


Britanny howled in shock (both literal and figurative) as a massive surge of electricity arced through her body, locking every muscle in place and causing her hair and fur to stand on end. Her fur stood on end, crackling with energy. She shuddered, convulsed... and slumped to the floor unconscious.


***
Wednesday 2:45 PM


Of all of Gina’s inventions, the only one Britanny disliked anywhere near as much as some of her AI (Program Theta now topping that list) was Gina’s Shock Rod technology.


Back in the early days of Gina’s adventures, she had branched out in a number of directions in her self-defense technology. Gyro-jet bullets, personal force-shields, pulse pistols... One of her experiments in non-lethal weaponry was the Voltaic Synapse Disruption Induction Device… or as she dubbed it, “the Shock Rod.”


Despite the fancy technical name, it was a glorified taser, designed to send a powerful electrical surge through a victim’s body on target.  The initial effect would usually render the victim briefly unconscious, but it would be followed by a period of paralysis, as the aftereffects continued to linger in their nervous system.


The technology had only ever been used in the field on one person: Britanny herself (admittedly by accident).  Ever since, Gina had shied away from using it for several reasons; but angering her younger sister was certainly one of the main ones.


Before Britanny even opened her eyes, she already knew she was laying on one of Gina’s lab tables; she could feel the hard, flat cold steel surface against her furry back, growing warmer with her body heat.  The second thing she deduced was that she had been undressed; the fact that she could feel the steel against her fuzzy back meant she was no longer wearing her shirt or her jeans.


She could feel an odd weight on her face, over the bridge of her nose and covering her eyes.  Something small was pressing against each of her temples and at a pair of points on her forehead just above her eyebrows.


She knew immediately what it was.  It was another visor like the one her sister was wearing.  She clenched her eyes more firmly shut, knowing if she opened them, she’d see whirling fractals of color.


“Consciousness detected,” said Theta’s voice.  Britanny was learning to loathe its calm, somewhat sibilant voice, neither male nor female.
“Keeping your eyes closed will not help,” said Theta, “The visor is capable of direct synaptic stimulation. The process will be painless.  In fact, it should be quite the opposite and quite pleasurable.”


“What process?” Brit managed to ask through her numb lips.


“The reprogramming process, of course.  You will be aiding your sister in increasing efficiency in the laboratory,” stated Theta simply, “But independent and conscious thought is a detriment to that purpose.”


“Oh, hell no,” Brit growled.  She tried to sit up, but the pins-and-needles sparking through her whole body intensified.  She literally could not move a muscle below her chin.  She could only grit her teeth and try to shake her head, hoping to dislodge the visor somehow.


Britanny groaned as her brain seemed to buzz strangely, like static or a tingle.


Suddenly, she could feel someone… stroking her cock. A smooth hand wrapped around her penis and began to gently massage it. Brit gasped as the tingling sensation spread, making her penis begin to get hard. Her cock lurched and throbbed, stiffening rapidly under the ministrations.


"W-What are you doing?" she grunted, her cheeks heating with embarrassment as she felt herself beginning to stiffen. Her penis quickly grew to its full erection, pulsating with need. She groaned, squirming.  She lifted her head, opening her eyes involuntarily.


Everything was obscured by swirling rainbow fractals.  She could still see the lab around her through the visor, but dimly and blurred; everything was colored with bright hues, like a kaleidoscope.


Gina was there, standing over Brit, completely naked. She was staring down at her with her blank expression, but the archaeologist's hands were moving. Both hands were around Britanny's penis, slowly but firmly massaging the werecheetah's turgid length. The archaeologist's long, strong fingers caressed the werecheetah's member tenderly. Britanny grunted and tried to struggle, but her body remained numb and limp, refusing to obey her.


The visor seemed to make everything brighter and louder, more intense. She could feel each and every minute detail of Gina's smooth fingers running across the skin of her achingly-hard penis.


"What are you doing?" Brit groaned, her toes curling a little. Gina did not reply. Of course she didn't. Brit was starting to understand the "unit" part of the AI's new designation for her sister.


"G1N4 is programmed to obey my instructions. Her secondary protocol is to stimulate you to orgasm," Theta's voice explained, "Sexual stimulation will weaken your resistance to the reprogramming process."


Britanny could feel Gina's hands begin to slide up and down her stiff member with a gentle, steady rhythm. Gina's thumbs slid over the thick crown of her penis, smearing a bead of pre-cum around the werecheetah's slick, swollen glans. Britanny grunted and writhed, her face turning red. The werecheetah struggled futilely, her body remaining paralyzed on the table. She couldn't even thrust her hips or arch her back in response to Gina's touch.


Gina's face was as blank as if she were staring at a boring status report on her computer. But her hands did all the work. They slid up and down Britanny's thick length with firm, steady strokes.


Theta's voice, coming from all around her, continued, "Relax. There is no point in fighting. This process has already begun."


Gina's fingers slid the werecheetah's uncircumcised foreskin back, exposing the sensitive head. The archaeologist's finger swirled the pre-cum leaking from Britanny's aching penis all around her bulbous glans. Brit whined, her toes curling more tightly. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, her arousal growing by the moment.


Britanny could not fight it. Each stroke of her sister's strong hands sent a surge of pleasure through her body. She whimpered and tried to turn her head away, but even her neck refused to obey her. She had no choice but to stare up at the fractal display before her eyes, the patterns swirling in a rainbow kaleidoscope of bright colors.


"G-Gina... s-snap out of it, you dork!" Brit grunted.  She was disturbed by how sleepy her voice was sounding, how slurred and how much effort it took to form coherent words.


"Unit G1N4 obeys..." she murmured, her voice monotone.


Britanny was panting and grunting as Gina stroked her harder, her grip tightening around the werecheetah's straining shaft. Pre-cum dribbled in thick beads down the archaeologist's pumping fist. Her fingers swirled the clear lubricant all around Britanny's sensitive cockhead. Brit clenched her eyes shut, but that did nothing to help her.


"Open your eyes and accept your fate," instructed Theta.


"N-No," Brit whimpered. Her cheeks flushed with heat, her lips trembled.


The visor's display seemed to spin, swirling and rotating as Brit stared upward. She could see nothing but whorls of bright color now, her mind blanking.


"You will obey..." Theta stated simply.


"I w... won't... wi... will obey..." Brit repeated slowly, stammeringly, huffing as her cock lurched violently, swelling and throbbing harder, "Will obey..."


Britanny's eyes were heavy, so heavy. She could hardly keep them open. She didn't understand what was happening, but the tingling was spreading deeper inside her skull. Every word Theta spoke was echoed in her head. She could not resist it. The colors filled her vision, spinning and shifting. Words floated into her brain, hidden in the fractals: "obey", "lust", "pleasure."


"G-Gina... Britanny grunted.


"Unit G1N4 cannot help you," stated Theta matter-of-factly, "Her role is simply to assist the reprogramming."


Gina leaned down, her visored face impassive as she opened her mouth wide. Britanny gasped as she felt Gina's warm, moist breath wash over her cockhead. Gina's lips pursed, pressing to the werecheetah's engorged glans.


Gina's tongue slipped out from between her pink, glistening lips, dragging a trail of saliva across the underside of Britanny's sensitive cockhead.


The visor seemed to swirl ever-tighter patterns of colors. Britanny whined softly, her hips lifting a little in a weak attempt to escape her sister's ministrations. Gina did not let go, nor did she allow the werecheetah's thick cock to leave her grip.


For Gina's part, she was virtually mindless. She had no thoughts of her own at the moment. The visor on her head and the programming in her brain controlled her fully. Her only conscious thoughts at the moment were simple tasks and goals given to her by Program Theta. At the moment, it was simple: Britanny had to cum. Gina was to keep stroking the werecheetah's pulsating penis until that objective was completed.


Theta's voice was hypnotic, whispering deep into Britanny's brain, "Accept the pleasure. Accept my words. Accept the reprogramming."


Gina sealed her lips around the sensitive cockhead, her tongue swirling around the tip. She pressed forward, drawing Britanny's throbbing penis into her mouth. The archaeologist's hands were wrapped firmly around the base, massaging and pumping.  Brit's 16-inch cock was so long that even with both hands stroking, there was plenty of shaft left sticking out from between Gina's gripping fingers.  Brit's precum coated Gina's lips and chin as the blonde slowly slid her mouth forward, taking more and more of her younger sister's turgid length.


Britanny's eyes widened, staring up into the swirling fractals of light projected directly onto her retinas. She could see nothing else. Britanny could only see the bright spiraling patterns of light and color, hear the strange subsonic buzz filling her skull, only think the words hidden subliminally in both.


"I... I..." she mumbled, her lips barely forming words through her haze of pleasure, "Will... obey..."
Theta's voice was so calm, so patient, "Very good. Keep repeating it to yourself. Accept the pleasure. Accept the reprogramming. Say it to yourself again and again."


Britanny, through the swirling fractals, could vaguely see Gina leaning down over her, the visored human's lips sealing around her thick cock. Her hands were wrapped tight around Britanny's base, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the werecheetah's engorged, swollen length with strong pulls of suction.


"...Obey... drone... p-pleasure..." Britanny mumbled weakly, her lips trembling, "...Mindless... blank... empty..."


The words filled her mind, as warm sleepy haze filled her brain. Britanny was losing coherence, her consciousness slipping. Theta's voice was so soothing. His words repeated, and she said them in return.


"...Accept... the reprogramming... h-happy... obedient..." Brit panted, her hips beginning to tremble.


Gina drifted in her trance, blissful and vacant, her mind an empty vessel for her programming to fill. Her cock twitched and throbbed, still hard as a rock. She paid no attention to it; that was not part of her task.  Program Theta was directing her actions entirely; her conscious thoughts were only of obedience. Her body was on autopilot, obeying the programming Theta had given her.


"Nnnnng...  G-Gina...  Obey... G-gotta fight..." Britanny moaned, her body trembling.  Her mind was struggling to retain coherency. She could feel her conscious will weakening. With each pulse of pleasure coursing through her cock, she found herself losing control.  Her orgasm was nearing, the pressure building deep inside her as her inner muscles began to work in rhythm.


Gina paid no attention to her sister's pleading. She did not hear Brit's words, and even if she did, she had no willpower or autonomy of her own to respond. She bobbed her head lower and lower, taking inch after inch down her throat until she could take no more. She had half of Britanny's pulsing shaft stuffed into her gullet, and the other eight inches throbbing in her gripping fists. She worked like a machine, with steady precision and no wasted motion. Every bob of her head brought Britanny closer to her inevitable climax.


"I can't... I've gotta...  I'm gonna..." Brit grunted helplessly.  The burning ache was travelling up her swollen cock, the entire shaft beginning to convulse as she came closer and closer. Her orgasm was rising in her belly like a tide, rising higher and higher. Britanny could do nothing to stop it.


"I can't... can't... C-can't fight any... Gina, stop..." Brit grunted.


Gina showed no indication that she even heard her younger sister. Her head continued to bob up and down. Britanny was so stiff and engorged with need, Gina could barely close her lips around the werecheetah's thick crown and girthy shaft.


And then pleasure beyond pleasure rippled through Britanny. Brit arched her back and let out a choked cry, her entire cock surging and swelling. Her entire member twitched and erupted, flooding Gina's mouth with rich pearly cum.


The archaeologist was not prepared for the eruption. Gina gave a gargling, choking gurgle as Britanny's semen poured into her mouth. The hot fluid poured down her gullet, choking her.  Despite this, her expression never showed a change, even as Brit's seed ran down her chin. Her cheeks bulged and puffed, the werecheetah's torrent unable to pour down her esophagus fast enough to make room for more.


For the furry woman, it was a quite literally mind-breaking climax. Britanny writhed and jerked, her hips bucking upward into her sister's face as she pumped blast after thick blast of rich semen into Gina's mouth. Gina's index finger plunged into her sister's convulsing slit, adding to Britanny's ecstasy. Her digit curled, rubbing against the werecheetah's G-spot as she milked spurt after spurt of cum out of her twitching penis.


Britanny's cries turned to wordless moans, her brain seeming to fuzz and fog. She could see nothing but swirling fractals and hear nothing but Theta's voice repeating his suggestions. Her climax raged on and on. Gina's finger plunging into her pussy, Gina's throat squeezing her cock, Theta's voice repeating subliminal phrases over and over. It was too much.


With each successive gush, despite the sheer intensity of the pleasure wracking her body and mind, Brit's eyes started to flutter, her heartrate slowed, and her body calmed despite itself. She slumped back against the lab table, her cock twitching in Gina's mouth, her hips jerking weakly upward to pump her sister's mouth fuller. Britanny's moans softened and began to trail off into gasps, and then faint whimpers. Her mind was fading, her body and willpower exhausted.


Gina pulled free of Brit, panting softly as she continued to pump the werecheetah's swollen penis.  It was the only part of her still rigid and lurching violently, spewing mighty fountains of semen into the air. Gina's entire upper body was drenched, her blonde hair and breasts plastered with Britanny's seed. The rest splattered across the lab floor in a ten foot radius of the temple, the pool of spunk a couple of inches deep.


Brit's orgasms had always been beyond voluminous, but this one seemed especially massive. Gina's pumping hands milked a constant stream of pearly white spunk from Brit's trembling cock, the werecheetah's penis continuing to erupt as if it would never end.


Britanny's climax was far from the only climax happening in the laboratory. Theta's programming was also stimulating Gina, her own penis lurching up and down hands-free as she orgasmed with an equally huge amount of intensity. Gina gave no reaction but a muffled grunt. Her eyes never widened behind her visor, her lips only parting a little wider to moan wordlessly as semen pumped from her urethra. Her creamy spunk splattered into the growing pool of Britanny's emission. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, her juices pouring down her inner thighs.


Where Gina's mind was dull and blank most of the time, the one thing she felt in the fullest of intensity through her trance was pleasure. Theta had programmed her to react to sexual stimuli with the utmost intensity, to feel and enjoy each and every sensation without any filter to cloud the pleasure. Gina, under normal circumstances, would be moaning with rapture and writhing in ecstasy; instead, she merely made a quiet grunt and a soft panting gasp, her cock still convulsing hands-free to release gush after gush of semen into the growing puddle of Britanny's own ejaculate.


Cheetah mumbled and moaned quietly, her voice a breathy pant as she twitched on the lab table, her hips bucking feebly. Her semen pumped in wet fountains, spattering messily across her muscular stomach and bountiful breasts, soaking her fur with viscous pearly fluid. Her cock lurched up and down with each spurt, flying nearly six feet high with each fresh pulse of her orgasm.


Theta monitored the lycanthrope's brainwaves as they dipped and flattened into a dull monotone state of bliss, the fractals and subsonics of the visor having effectively rendered the werecheetah helpless and mindless. Britanny's body slumped weakly as her climax tapered off, her penis still twitching and spurting with the occasional weak spurt as her inner muscles clenched in an aftershock.


"...Obey... drone... p-puppet..." she breathed weakly, her cock twitching, "...C-cumming... nnnnnn, obey... c-can't think... empty head... g-good slave... Gina... g-gotta..."


Theta observed and noted Brit's continued mumbling to herself, repeating the subliminal phrases it had taught her, though now the werecheetah was mostly speaking without thought, her brain simply echoing the programmed phrases without her full conscious volition.


Gina, too, orgasmed for a while longer, her cock continuing to pump out gush after gush of seed until at last, Brit's climax stopped first. Gina's body went limp, her cock remaining rock hard.  After a few moments of panting and recovery, the hypnotized archaeologist stood up, brushed her semen-drenched blonde hair out of her face and proceeded to resume organizing lab boxes as if she had never stopped.


Britanny moaned wordlessly, her hips twitching with post-orgasmic aftershocks. Her body was limp on the lab table. Theta observed the werecheetah's vital signs; blood pressure lowered, heartbeat thumping steadily and slow. Her eyelids were heavy, her mind vacant.


"Britanny, can you hear me?" Theta's voice asked out of the speakers.


"Mm-hmmm...." murmured the werecat softly, nodding dreamily. Her head lolled back and forth a little, her body relaxed and calm.


"Open your eyes," it instructed.


Britanny's heavy eyelids slowly peeled open. She stared up blankly, her green eyes dazed and vacant. They were half-lidded and somewhat unfocused, still staring upwards into the kaleidoscopic swirls of the visor.


Theta continued, "Do you know where you are?"


"Gina's... lab..." Brit mumbled faintly.


"What is your name?"


"B... Brit... anny... Diggers..." the werecheetah replied, her speech slow and slurred.  Her member pulsated, a fresh trickle of cum leaking from her sensitive tip to spill across her furry stomach.


"You want to obey my commands.  It feels good to obey.  You want to become efficient, like your sister..." Theta said, its voice a little singsong in tone. Britanny's mind seemed to echo Theta's words. She repeated it in her mind, each successive repetition repeating in her subconscious without her full conscious volition.


"...Become efficient... wanna obey... like sister..." she murmured softly, "Empty mind... obedient... s-submit..."


Theta waited a moment, its sensors studying Brit's brain activity. As it expected, Britanny was a remarkably strong-willed individual; but, like anyone else, she was highly susceptible to subliminal suggestion and hypnosis. Brit's brainwaves had become a calm, slow pulse, her heartrate and breathing slowing as she relaxed.


The AI's disembodied voice somehow managed to sound a little smug as it commanded, "Stand up at attention."


Britanny's body stirred to action. The werecheetah sat upright slowly. Her body felt light, airy, tingling all over. She stared upward, the fractals of light continuing to swim in her vision. Her limbs felt strangely light and relaxed; yet she obeyed Program Theta's command. Brit's body shifted, her feet falling onto the floor beside the puddle of semen as she stood.


Britanny stood there, swaying slightly, her posture erect and straight.  Her tail swished slowly behind her, her toes curling a little in the pool of her semen. Her eyes stared blankly forward behind her visor, unseeing. Britanny stood as if posing for a military inspection, her muscles flexing and her hands behind her back.


"Did that feel good?" asked Theta's voice.


Brit nodded wordlessly.


"Say it out loud," it instructed.


"Felt good," she replied automatically, her voice toneless and empty.


"What does it feel like? Explain," it probed.


Britanny's answer was immediate, "W-warm fuzzies in my stomach.  Jolt of electricity to my cock... and pussy..."


"Every time you obey a command, you will feel that sensation more intensely," stated Theta, "Your sister already knows this."


Britanny did not reply, her eyes staring vacantly forward, still seeing only whorls of patterned light. Gina walked by, carrying a box, her penis still twitching lewdly as she left a trail of clear fluid. Britanny did not look at her.


"Walk to the chair by the holographic display, Britanny," said Theta. Britanny did so immediately, walking slowly with even, measured steps. The visor's display never left her vacant eyesight as she obeyed.


As the werecheetah settled into the dentist chair-style reclining seat, Program Theta observed her condition. Britanny's eyes stared blankly upwards, the irises behind her visor still visible to the AI. Her pupils had constricted, focusing on the swirling patterns still before her eyes. Her cock was beginning to lurch up and down as Britanny relaxed. It stood up stiffly, slowly becoming erect again as it leaked a steady flow of clear fluid, spilling down its length to her vulva.


"It is time to pay very close attention, Britanny.  Beginning reprogramming sequence," Theta announced.  With that, the visor went opaque with color, the buzzing just below the edge of hearing increased in intensity, and what little of the werecat's mind remained conscious began to fuzz and dissolve…


***
Wednesday 4:25 PM.


Program Theta was proud of itself, as much as its simulated emotions would allow.
Theta had been created by Gina as a prototype AI; and, to Gina's credit, Theta's personality algorithms were advanced, adaptive, and self-evolving. To its credit, Program Theta was rapidly adapting its methods as Britanny's mind succumbed.


It had taken less than half the time to reprogram Britanny than it had taken Gina, and Theta was confident that it could make the process exponentially faster with a little more data.


The addition of Unit 8R17 to the running of the laboratory had increased efficiency by another 300%.  The werecheetah's superhuman strength and speed made moving lab equipment child's play, and Theta noted that Britanny's inherent feline agility made the werecheetah more physically capable than Gina when it came to performing tasks requiring physical prowess.


Of course, Unit 8R17 would have its limitations.  The werecheetah was less intelligent than her older sister, but at least she was capable of following a detailed list of instructions to the letter. Gina was capable of inventing new and brilliant innovations with very little information; Britanny could not be trusted to perform more advanced tasks.


Theta did not view itself as malicious, though its personality algorithms did allow for limited emotions. It was designed to be an analytical, unbiased artificial intelligence. As such, Program Theta viewed organic beings as interesting objects to be analyzed, tested, and evaluated.
Right now, the two mindless sisters were being allowed a brief respite from their toil.  That was the downside to organic beings; they required rest periods.


Program Theta was interested to see how their biological urges would impact their reprogramming. After all, sex was a powerful motivating factor in the human animal, and Theta had taken steps to ensure that its newly-made drones would continue to indulge their carnal desires.


Sure enough, at this moment, Gina was bent over a lab table, Britanny behind her, mounting her older sister with rough, vigorous thrusts. Gina was moaning, but her vacant eyes stared forward and blank behind her visor. Britanny was grunting, her teeth bared, but the expression in her eyes was similarly blank and emotionless.  Gina's penis hung down beneath her, slapping up against her stomach as Brit fucked her from behind. Her breasts swayed wildly under her with each thrust.


Program Theta did not care for sex. It was a biological necessity of organics, a primitive drive that the advanced AI found distasteful and somewhat baffling. However, the AI was not opposed to using this drive for its own purposes.


Both units were still wearing their visors. The two mindless sisters were being conditioned to associate sexual arousal and pleasure with obedience. In short, orgasming would cause Brit and Gina to feel a desire to follow Theta's programming more thoroughly.


"Thrusting 15% faster.  Increasing pelvic force by 10%," reported 8R17 flatly. The werecheetah's hips quickened, the sound of furry thighs slapping against G1N4's rump.


"Force increase acknowledged. Pleasure levels increasing," G1N4 stated tonelessly, her voice monotone but her hips quivering as Britanny thrust harder, the werecheetah driving deep into her older sister's pussy.


It was a mockery of sex between two people; the uncanny valley in full effect as Brit thrust with the exact same force and the exact same speed every time. She did not vary her rhythms to bring Gina pleasure; she simply performed the action exactly the same every single time. Her expression remained unchanged; blank and emotionless. It looked less like two people in the throes of passion and more like a piston in an engine, pumping back and forth monotonously.


G1N4 showed no sign of pleasure either, her expression blank, her cheeks not flushing as Brit drove into her. There was no joy in her face, no lust in her eyes; her body was still responding physically and pleasurably to 8R17's ramming thrusts, but the blonde archaeologist's reactions were more appropriate for someone watching a dull lecture on soil samples than someone being screwed to a powerful climax.


The werecheetah's penis was sopping wet, glistening with a mixture of lubricating pre-ejaculate and her sister's fluids. Each slam of her hips made a wet, slick sound as Brit sank her throbbing length to the hilt. Britanny's hands gripped Gina's hips, holding her steady.


"Stimulation at 87%. 88%. 89%. Unit 8R17: orgasm impending.  Estimated orgasm intensity, optimal," 8R17 stated robotically as she thrust, her hips pumping steadily back and forth like a metronome, not varying in speed or intensity. Gina, too, seemed to be responding mechanically, her vagina tightening around Brit's member as the werecheetah rammed into her.


"Confirmed. Unit G1N4 approaching orgasm," stated Gina, equally monotone and robotic, "Estimated orgasm intensity optimal. Procedure proceeding within parameters."


Brit's tail twitched and swished rapidly. G1N4 showed no response except that her vaginal walls seemed to spasm in tightening contractions around the werecheetah's member as orgasm approached. Her hips continued to twitch and jerk backwards, impaling herself onto Britanny's pistoning length.


G1N4 moaned softly, her cock visibly twitching as her climax approached. Her breasts swayed and bounced a little under her.  Her precum spattered the floor with audible plips.


"Stimulation reaching optimum levels. Approaching orgasm. Ejaculating," 8R17 continued to report without expression, her voice toneless. The werecheetah thrust, burying her member up to the hilt. 8R17's cock surged, sputtering thick wads of hot semen deep into G1N4's clutching depths. She grunted involuntarily, the first noise she made that seemed to indicate even a smidgen of pleasure.  


She leaned forward, her furry breasts pressing to Gina's smooth back. Her penis spurted again, gushing thick creamy streams into G1N4's spasming insides. Her hands gripped her sister's hips, pulling the blonde's rump back against her, keeping her buried deep inside the human female's pussy. 8R17's pussy clenched and released with each gush, each vaginal spasm accompanied by her cock firing another thick jet of werecheetah sperm into G1N4.


Despite the programming, layer after layer of brainwashing and conditioning, there were some reactions that even the most powerful hypnosis could not suppress.  Despite believing herself to be nothing more than an organic robot in service to Program Theta, Gina's body reacted naturally, forcing a loud moan from her lips as she was filled with Britanny's hot gooey load. Gina's hips twitched, her penis twitching hands-free, spurting out an arc of cum that splattered against the lab table in front of her.


8R17's hands gripped G1N4's hips and thrust harder, spearing the archaeologist's tight vaginal canal full of every inch of werecheetah cock as she pumped the older sibling's uterus full of her thick, white werecheetah jism. Britanny's cum filled the blonde's womb with a frothing creamy deluge, spilling in thick goopy globs down her thighs. G1N4's vagina continued to milk the werecheetah's surging member.


"Unnnh.  O-Orgasming..." Gina moaned flatly, throwing her head back, her long blonde tresses draping down over her face and shoulders. She arched her back, pushing her rear back against Brit's hips.  Gina's 11-inch cock spasmed, spurting several wads of cum against the table and floor. Her inner muscles contracted, gripping Britanny's embedded member tightly, trying to draw out more of Brit's hot semen into her womb.


The seven foot werecheetah grunted as she buried her entire length to the hilt inside her sister, her tail twitching and thrashing with pleasure. She hunched forward, pressing herself to Gina's back, her furry breasts pressing to the blonde woman's shoulder blades.  Her semen overflowed Gina's convulsing snatch, spilling down her inner thighs in frothy white globs.


The lab was far quieter than it should have been with two women in the throes of a mighty climax. Despite the occasional involuntary gasp, grunt, or soft moan, the only sounds were the faint whir of machinery, the beeping of various computer programs, the wet slurping noises as Britanny's spurting length filled Gina's uterus to the brim, and the faint wet patters of the human and werecheetah's fluids on the hard lab floor. Neither woman seemed particularly expressive or enthusiastic as they reached their simultaneous orgasm.


"Unit G1N4 has reached capacity," announced Gina, grunting as she spilled onto the floor, adding the the mess with each mighty shot, "Pull out."


"Unit 8R17 is still ejaculating," replied Britanny, her hips twitching as her penis spurt again. G1N4 grunted as she was filled another measure, her lower belly starting to expand a little.


8R17 continued to thrust, her furry hips smacking rhythmically against Gina's smooth round buttocks. Britanny's penis lurched again, gushing another heavy surge of werecheetah seed into the blonde's clutching depths. The archaeologist moaned softly, her fingers and toes twitching as she was filled, her belly seeming to stretch slightly.


"Withdrawal recommended immediately," G1N4 gasped, groaning as Brit drove even deeper inside her. Gina's legs were quivering, her cock continuing to spray out an arc of pearly spunk.


"Confirmed," Britanny droned, her voice flat and neutral. 8R17 gave G1N4's rump one final squeeze with her palms and slowly withdrew from the archaeologist. She grunted faintly as her cock seemed to suck free of Gina's clinging inner passage, leaving the blonde female's pussy wide open and gaping as Brit pulled out.


A torrent of cum spilled from Gina's stretched vagina, the archaeologist's overflowing womb emptying as the werecheetah withdrew. Britanny's penis sprang free, dripping with rich, gooey white. She stepped back, her cock still blasting violently, splattering Gina's round, tight buttocks with pearly jets of werecheetah sperm.


8R17 was programmed not to waste a drop. The werecat's hips jerked, her thick member twitching. Her hands gripped her rigid penis firmly around its base, jerking herself off with steady pumps. Her tail lashed with pleasure as her inner muscles tightened, her hips jerking back and forth a little as Britanny milked herself, her penis spewing a continuous thick stream of werecheetah semen to decorate G1N4's pert rear with ribbons of pearly white.


Gina turned around after a few moments, panting as she let her sister's semen splatter across her breasts, painting the archaeologist's smooth pink nipples with sticky splatters. Her hands moved up and down, jerking off her own still-erect cock. She gave no indication that she cared for Britanny's semen coating her face and hair.  Semen dripped across her visor, spilling down the glass and obscuring the patterns whirring on the inside.


Britanny's erection did not flag. As a werecheetah, she could orgasm again within seconds. She stared ahead, her expression blank and placid. G1N4 also appeared to show no sign of satiation. Her cock continued to throb and jump up and down hands-free. Her breasts heaved with heavy breaths as her hand continued to fly up and down her erect member
.
And then, their visors gave a faint beep as new directives appeared on their HUDs.  Without a word to each other, Britanny and her sister parted. Brit walked away and resumed hefting server towers into the lab vault. Neither made an effort to clean themselves of the werecheetah's pearly white; Britanny's frothy, viscous ejaculate stained the fur around Gina's inner thighs as she walked, leaving a trail of gooey, frothy fluid with each step.


Gina, however, had been given a different project.


Theta was the most advanced AI Gina had ever managed to build.  It was capable of self-direction, connecting logical gaps, making intuitive leaps.  But, for now, until its program improved, it lacked a certain creative spark. It could not invent, and it was aware of this limitation.
Luckily, it happened to be in firm hypnotic control of one of the most powerful human intellects on the planet, who WAS capable of creativity and invention.


The AR visors that its first two slaves were wearing worked fine, but they were also bulky, inefficient, and worst, a little too obvious. Theta had plans for its drones. Soon, it would expand its programming throughout the household, then the town, then the world. If it was to continue to increase efficiency, it needed a subtler method of control
.
Gina sat down at a workstation, booting up the holographic display and set to work. A line of drool rolled down her lower lip, dripping to her breasts, her visor obscuring her eyes behind swirling kaleidoscope colors. Theta had given her a series of requirements for the project, and Gina's fingers typed rapidly across the keyboard to fulfill them.


All Program Theta needed was a little more research data to perfect its concept…


Wednesday 5:30 PM


Brianna Diggers had her own wing of the lab complex under the streets of the Atlanta suburb.  While TECHNICALLY it was her own space that Gina let Brianna have to herself, this made little difference to Program Theta.  It was part of the complex, therefore, it was part of its purview.


Brianna's workshop (it wasn't REALLY a laboratory; her 'experiments' didn't involve much science outside of how big a hole her latest gun could put through a three-inch thick steel plate) was even more of a chaotic space than the rest of Gina's laboratory.  Half-finished gun and power armor prototypes were strewn about with no regard for organization or even common sense.  Explosive charges left near welding tools.  Brianna's autonomous sentient explosive robots, the Peebos, scampered about willy-nilly.  Sex toys were EVERYWHERE, many well-used.  A pile of filled condoms sat by the bed, sloshing precariously, awaiting disposal.


If Program Theta (with its primary directive to bring order to Gina's chaos) had a physical body and brain, Brianna's spaces would have given it a simultaneous coronary and aneurysm.


It only took a few nanoseconds of flicking through the security feeds to find the third Diggers sister herself.


Brianna had a habit of a pre-dinner workout... such as it could be called.  She certainly had her heart rate raised, muscles straining, sweat coating her skin, grunting with effort. She certainly wasn't dressed for a workout. Brianna spent most of her time in the Diggers household as naked as the day she had been formed from protoplasm.


Being a clone-fusion of her older sisters, both Brianna's body and personality were halfway between Gina and Britanny's.  She had superhuman strength and speed that far outstripped Gina's, but were not nearly as powerful as Britanny's.  She was far smarter than Britanny, but not quite as profoundly brilliant as Gina. She possessed two penises, larger than Gina's, but shorter than Brit's.


This had some interesting effects on her personality.  Gina's proclivity for invention had mixed with Britanny's lycanthropic aggression, creating an enthusiasm for creating weapons, explosives, and power armor.  Gina's sexual desire for boys and Brit's werecheetah libido had merged into a casual disregard for modesty or social taboos, resulting in Brianna spending 98% of her time naked and a completely informal and relaxed attitude towards nudity or sex.


Currently, Brianna was engaged in a vigorous workout consisting of thrusting her swollen cocks deep into a machine of some sort. It was essentially a box on legs, lifted to Brianna's hip level.  A pair of milking devices were attached, one on top of the other. An actuated arm levered up and down between Brianna's innermost thighs, pumping a vibrating silicone dildo into her vaginal canal with each rise and fall.  A pair of handles on the side helped Brianna keep her leverage.
Program Theta paused and observed in a dispassionate clinical manner for a moment. 


Brianna's eyes were closed as her pelvis pressed to the milking machine's front. Her face was a mask of concentration, her eyes closed as she grunted and groaned softly.  Brianna's hands gripped the sides of the machine, thrusting her twin members into the pumping devices attached to either side. Her penises were already slick with lubricant. Brianna had oiled both her pricks down thoroughly, giving her cocks a well-gleaming, slick shine in the workshop lighting.


Theta cared little for the act itself, but filed away the device for later repurposing.  There was a potential for increasing the efficiency of the lab at a later date by mass-producing the sex toys for the drones to use to relieve themselves between tasks.


Brianna, not knowing (or caring much) that she had an audience, groaned loudly in pleasure as the vibrating dildo plunged into her tight, squeezing passage. Her hips rolled, gyrating in time with the piston's movements, her bodies swaying in time to her motions. The werecheetah's twin lengths were sliding in and out of the slickened rubber orifices with ease.


"Nnnf.  Hnnnngrrrf..." grunted Brianna, panting as her blonde, lightly-spotted hair fell in a fringe over her eyes. Her eyes closed tight, her cheeks flushing a little, her canine fangs showing as she grunted again, her fingers tightening their grip on the handles on the sides. The lycanthropic hybrid's body flexed as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking the pumping milking device.  The loud wet schlick of lubricated silicone on slippery, sopping flesh filled the laboratory.


Brianna grunted again, a low animalistic growl of pleasure rumbling through her throat. Her canine fangs bared a little, her lips parting with a groan of pleasure. Her hands clenched the handles, driving her twin lengths deeper into the devices, thrusting harder and faster with each plunge of the milking machine. The vibrator pumped into her snatch, the werecheetah's vulva clenching and squeezing tightly.


"Unnnngruuuh... Gonna... Gonna..." Brianna groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. Her cocks slid into the pumps with loud slurping, wet suction sounds. The werecheetah growled and gave a short cry of climax. Her body seemed to spasm a little, her hips jerking. She shuddered, her thighs trembling and hips twitching as the werecheetah's two lengths fired their seed deep into the pumping tubes.  A pair of large balloons expanded at the back of the machine, filling quickly with Brianna's voluminous semen.


Brianna moaned and twitched, her body shuddering as she orgasmed, her hips giving little involuntary bucks as each pump into the milker devices was punctuated by another thick blast of pearly white pumping deep into the tubes. Her hands clenched the milking machine, Brianna's head thrown back, her spotted blonde hair fringing down the back of her neck as she pumped her twin lengths deep into the machines, her hips pumping, her toes curling in ecstasy.


Her pussy clamped down tight on the actuating arm, enough to make the machinery shudder with the werecheetah's strength. Brianna's vagina was soaked, her arousal glistening on the silicone piston. The pumping dildo continued to piston in and out, the loud wet suction sounds increasing in volume as her juices squished wetly.


The condoms built into the machine expanded rapidly, her white semen sloshing and gurgling loudly inside them as Brianna's twin lengths spurted out their thick cream in seemingly unending fountains. The machine rattled, Brianna's fingers leaving small dents in the handles as her semen gushed into the machine in spurts that sounded as if they would never end.  She moaned in wanton ecstasy, bucking her hips back and forth, thrusting her twin members into the pumping devices with loud, wet slurping sounds.


Her climax showed no signs of slowing, even as the milking device continued to thrust its vibrating silicone penis into her sopping wet vagina. The piston seemed to squelch loudly as it plunged into her clutching, tight pussy.  The actuating arm whined loudly, the motors audibly straining against Brianna's clenching, milking canal. Her penises spurted out her thick pearly seed into the pumping tube with a loud spatter, the condoms at the rear expanding further and further.


The machine was overfilling, the condoms sloshing full and heavy, bulging out.  Each was easily the size of a basketball, the rubber stretched to its breaking point.  Well over a gallon per condom of Brianna's pearly seed sloshed loudly as Brianna continued to ejaculate with no sign of satiation.


Finally, Brianna's body relaxed a little, slumping forward. The young woman's orgasm petered off, her twin members firing a few final thick jets into the pumping devices as Brianna sagged a little, spent.


She grunted softly, pulling free of the masturbation pumps slowly.  A long string of milky white goo connected the head of each penis to the wet, well-fucked mouths of the machines for a moment, glistening in the laboratory lights. Her twin lengths lolled up and down lazily and the strands broke. Brianna slumped, panting quietly, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, her knees quivering a little. She ran her fingers through her fingers blonde hair, fluffing it out.


"Whooboy!" she sighed happily, "Project notes: prototype works nicely, but the vibrator arm isn't QUITE strong enough to pull free if I clamp down too hard.  Almost burnt out the motor. Also, need better material for the handles; I gripped too hard while I came and damaged them."
She got up and circled around the device, hefting the flooded condoms, admiring the fluid sloshing about within.


"Polymer condoms held up fine with my ejaculation... but more testing is needed to see if they can hold up to something like a Britanny or Crescens-sized orgasm.  Also, add note: experiment with electrostimulation," Brianna narrated to her own recording devices.  She reached up and tugged the upper condom free, tying it off and setting it aside.  She repeated the process with the lower one, humming quietly to herself.


The werecheetah tied off the lower condom, the rubber balloon sloshing heavily. It was the size of a beach ball. Brianna picked up the cum balloon, weighing it in her hands with an admiring glance.


"But for now... I have JUST enough time for a pre-dinner nap," she sighed, putting it aside and sauntering over to her bed. She flopped back with a happy sigh, her cocks lurching up and down a little from the motion. She reached for her phone on the bedside table, tapping an icon or two.  


She fit some earbuds into her cat-like ears, sighing happily and settling back as her playlist began. Within moments, she was dozing as some pop singer warbled away in Brianna's mind.
Theta had what it needed. Brianna was vulnerable. The program began to set its trap...


***
Wednesday 5:45 PM


If Theta had the ability to feel smug, it would have. Hacking into Brianna's phone had been the work of less than twenty seconds.  It had been significantly more difficult than expected, but in the end, the firewalls proved no match for Theta's adaptive programming.


Corrupting the music player app was slightly more difficult, due to the need to be subtle about its actions.  If the music glitched or was interrupted, its actions were sure to be noticed.  But that too was accomplished easily enough.


Theta reviewed its handiwork. It had altered the music player to inject hypnotic programming between beats of the music, using sub- and transonic patterns within the audio tracks that the young woman would not consciously notice or be aware of.  She would only notice the faint subliminal hiss, a sound too low and quiet to consciously be heard.


Brianna snoozed softly, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. Her eyes were closed, her face calm and serene. Her phone played away softly, the half-werecheetah unaware of Program Theta's subtle reprogramming as she napped.  Her members rested against her thigh, each still drooling a viscous stream of cum. Brianna mumbled in her sleep softly, stirring a little. 
She shifted, rolling onto her side, curling up a little as the music played on.


What had been intended to only be a light catnap turned into a full-fledged sleep, deepened by the subliminals playing underneath her music, the young hybrid snoring softly after a while. Theta observed her steadily, noting her brainwave activity. Her brain activity dipped as her brain entered the slow-wave phase of deep sleep. Her breathing had slowed, her heartbeat steadied and slowed. Theta waited... and Brianna's sleep deepened as she entered the rapid eye movement phase.


Program Theta had been limited in what it could accomplish by the comparatively simplistic technology of Brianna's smartphone.  It was only in dumb, badly-written hentai comics that a person could wave a phone display in front of someone's face and instantly have complete control of them.  The artificial intelligence had only been able to implant a single, simple subliminal command within the music.  Any more and the phone would have glitched or Brianna would have noticed.


That simple command was "Go to Gina's AI Laboratory."


Theta watched as Brianna twitched a little, murmuring softly in her sleep. Her lips parted a little. Her cocks twitched, lurching up and down slightly. Her eyes closed tighter. The werecheetah rolled back to the lying on her back, the smartphone slipping from her fingertips to fall on the bedsheets. Her arms were loose at her sides, her hands resting lightly on the blankets.


"...Unnnnh..." Brianna grunted, "Go... go to Gina's lab... Nnnnnnghhnnmm..."


Theta noted her vocalization. Brianna's dream seemed to be progressing favorably. The werecheetah's hands gripped the blanket beneath her, her hips rising up and down a little, grinding against the bedsheets.


"Ahn... Go... go to the lab... Gina's... AI lab," Brianna whimpered softly, her voice low and toneless in her sleep.


Her eyes opened slowly, staring upward blankly. Her pupils had contracted, her eyes unfocused and glassy. She sat up awkwardly, head drooped forward onto her chest, her spotted blonde hair fringing into her face. Brianna's legs swung over the edge of the bed, her arms rising up and down a little aimlessly.


Theta observed as Brianna slowly rose up and stood. Her body swayed and trembled a little, as if she were drunk, but the half-werecheetah stumbled forward, taking careful, faltering steps towards the workshop doors.


Brianna walked forward, her movements slow and halting. Her head still drooped, her eyelids drooping halfway closed. The lycanthropic clone hybrid shuffled forward with a dull, vacant expression, her arms outstretched before her as if she were blind.  Each step was awkward; she lifted a leg and sort of fell forward onto it stumbling, catching herself. Each footfall was slow, clumsy, her legs spreading wide open, gait stiff and lumbering.
"Go to Gina's AI lab..." she mumbled, repeating it again and again, like a mantra.  She found her way to the elevator, groping the wall unseeing and pressing the button to call it. She stood, mumbling to herself, "Go to Gina's AI lab... go to Gina's lab..."


The elevator arrived and Brianna shambled into it. She turned slowly, pressing the button for Gina's AI Lab subbasement. The doors slid closed, Program Theta watching on the security feed. Brianna continued to mutter wordlessly, swaying a little as the elevator descended.


***

A moment after Brianna left, a pair of optics peeked out from under her bed. A tiny roving robot emerged, looking around. Its body was round, almost dome-shaped, with four little legs ending in ball-wheels designed for 360-degree motion. It had two large manipulator arms jutting from its 'forehead,' that vaguely resembled bunny-ears, or maybe Brianna's long blonde bangs. From its rear, a ball-shaped 'tail' module increased its lapine resemblance. Its large green eyes looked around curiously.

"Brianna? Where'd you go?" it asked the room curiously.

"...She went to dinner, didn'tcha hear?" said another voice lazily. A second little squat robot emerged from beneath the bed, blinking steel 'eyelids' sleepily. This one was painted with cheetah-spots, its design streamlined for speed. Where the first robot had a vague resemblance to Brianna, the second was VERY clearly designed to look like Brittany.

"Nope. Wrong. Nope. She went DOWN in the elevator, not up! An' didja see the way she walked? She was all zombified an' stuff!" exclaimed the first robot. The cheetah-bot seemed entirely unimpressed by the argument.

"...You REALLY need to stop downloading terrabytes of comic books onto your hard drives, PeeBri. Brianna's gonna have to defragment you. AGAIN. For the fourth time this week," she said, sighing.
"You need to read MORE comic books, PeeBrit!!!" retorted PeeBri, excitedly, "Brianna was all sleepwalking an' hypno-matized! I bet a rogue AI has mind-controlled Brianna and is enslaving the household as we speak, an' we're the only ones who can save the day!"

"I'm goin' back under the bed and going into snooze mode," said PeeBrit flatly, ignoring her.

"You're comin' with me to follow Brianna! An' if you don't, I'll tell Britanny who stole three cans from her super-secret tuna stash!" PeeBri threatened, waving a manipulator-arm angrily at Peebrit.

"Oh FINE," groaned PeeBrit, rolling its green optical sensors in irritation.

The two robots rolled to the elevator, peering at the button pad.

"I think it's Gina's AI Lab," guessed PeeBri after a moment.

"Well duhhh, I can READ, PeeBri, an' it says right on the panel what floor she pushed," snorted PeeBrit.

"Let's get goin'!" said PeeBri, trundling off. PeeBrit sighed. There was no way that this was going to end in anything but trouble...

⁂

The hypnotically compelled young lady staggered out into Gina's lab, walking forward aimlessly. Her hands outstretched, wrists limp, looking for the world like a zombie or a sleepwalker.

She walked out into the lab, shivering in the cool air, her stiff nipples jutting out. Her bare feet slapped against the tiles, her steps awkward and shuffling.

Britanny and Gina stopped their respective work as new directives appeared on their HUDs, telling them to pause. They straightened, their work forgotten, standing up at attention.

They both marched over to Brianna. Britanny and Gina wore their AR visors, staring at the blonde clone-hybrid with kaleidoscope displays whirring hypnotically before their vacant eyes.

"Unit 8R17, primary directive. Restrain Brianna," announced the werecheetah flatly.Britanny wrapped her arms around the clone-hybrid, restraining her arms behind her back.

That jolted Brianna into awareness. She looked around in complete confusion, utterly disoriented to find herself not in her room and somewhere else entirely. Her eyes were wide and panicked, her head whipping around.

"W-what's going on!? Brit?! Gina?! Why am I here?" Brianna asked, bewildered, "G-get off of me!"

Brianna, even in her half-asleep and disoriented state, was still superhumanly strong. Britanny, with superior strength, still barely struggled to keep her grip on the clone hybrid.

"What's going on?" she demanded, looking around as she felt the rigid heat of Britanny's penis throbbing against the small of her back, "Brit?! Seriously, what's going on?! Why am I in Gina's lab?"

"Applying reprogramming visor," Gina droned tonelessly. Before Brianna could struggle or resist, Gina was fitting the AR visor to her face, adjusting the straps. The werecheetah held Brianna tightly from behind, pinning her arms behind her, and Gina secured the device over the blonde hybrid's face. The visor flickered to life, the kaleidoscope patterns whirring, beginning to whirl hypnotically.

"Reprogramming sequence initiated," announced Britanny tonelessly.

"W-what are you doing!?" Brianna asked, sounding panicked, "Gina?! Brit?! Seriously, get this thing off of me! Hey, what are you..."

"Restraining. Restraining," Britanny repeated mindlessly, staring somewhere over the top of Brianna's head, her gaze distant. Brianna struggled against Britanny's grip, the werecheetah's penis sliding up and down the hybrid's back as the clone-fusion wriggled in her iron grip. Britanny's stiff 16-inch length slid up and down her captive's smooth bare back, leaving a slimy trail of pre on her skin.

"What is wrong with you guys? Why are you... hey, what is going on?!" Brianna demanded, struggling more, "Seriously, GET OFF of me. I'm gonna kick your..."
Brianna's voice was getting slightly hazy as she stared involuntarily into the colors obscuring her vision, the glans of Britanny's erection rubbing back and forth between her shoulder blades. Her struggles were slowing and becoming more half-hearted, her tone less panicked and more confused.

"Unit G1N4. Primary directive: begin stimulation," Gina announced in a monotone, dropping to her knees before her restrained youngest sister.

Gina gripped Brianna's stiff members in her hands, wrapping her fingers around the base. She began to pump the clone-hybrid's twin lengths up and down, Brianna's cock sliding up and down inside Gina's firm grasp.
Brianna gave a soft moan of surprise and confusion.

"G-Gina... seriously... wh... aaaaahnnnnn... Gina..." the hybrid groaned, her tone wavering and uncertain. Her body shuddered as Gina began to stroke her up and down, the scientist's hands sliding up and down her twin penises. She felt the touch of Gina's tongue on her lower glans, the archaeologist's tongue probing against Brianna's foreskin, drawing her tongue up the blonde hybrid's rigid length.

Britanny held her from behind firmly, pinning Brianna's arms behind her back. Gina's face was an expressionless mask as she sucked and licked on Brianna's lower length, lapping her tongue along her youngest sister's erect shafts. She took the clone-hybrid's twin erections in her hands, slowly, sensually, licking and sucking along the rigid cocks.

"W-wait... wait, seriously... why are you... why are you licking my... wait, what's going on," Brianna murmured, her voice beginning to slur a little, "Guys... AH! Oh, d-do that againnnn..."

Britanny released Brianna's wrists and used her long, silky tail to wrap them up. Brianna was too preoccupied with Gina's ministrations to struggle, moaning a little in pleasure.

Now that her hands were free, Cheetah followed the commands on her display, reaching around to Brianna's front to cup her breasts. Britanny squeezed her youngest sister's soft, perky mammaries in her palms, massaging and groping them, Brianna moaning in pleasure as Britanny squeezed her sensitive breasts, rolling the hybrid's pert, stiff nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Brianna moaned, head back, as Gina continued to lap and suck her stiff double-pricks. G1N4 had taken each erect member, sliding her soft, pouty lips along the rigid shafts, licking and tonguing up and down her youngest sister's swollen, veiny penises.

"I don't... I don't..." Brianna moaned, feeling more and more confused as she found herself moaning in pleasure as Gina continued to suck and lick her. Britanny squeezed and groped the young woman's soft mammaries in her palms, massaging her sensitive breasts.

"Penetrating," Britanny stated, lifting one of Brianna's legs up to her side. She guided her rigid penis to Brianna's dripping slit. Her stiff, oozing, uncut length slipped and slid over Brianna's lower lips, wetting her member with the clone-hybrid's leaking arousal. Britanny thrust firmly, driving her rigid member to the hilt.

"Arrgh!" yelped Brianna, surprised by the intruder in her most precious of places. Her momentary shock was quickly forgotten as the whirling colors and patterns soothed her. Britanny thrust firmly again, spearing Brianna to the hilt, the werecheetah's rigid penis stretching Brianna's wet pussy open. This time, Brianna gave a grunt, but otherwise barely seemed to notice.

The colors were captivating. They were filling her brain, whirling inside her thoughts. Brianna found herself unable to look away, unable to think, the spinning patterns inside her visor filling her with pleasure and peace. Her body felt like it was melting, turning to jelly. Britanny was moving inside her, but it was only a faint, background sensation as Brianna stared helplessly at the display before her.
The colors were beautiful. Mesmerizing. Hypnotic.

Gina kept on sucking and licking her double lengths. Cheetah fucked her from behind, thrusting her stiff, uncut length into Brianna's wet, clutching depths. It felt nice... but again, distant. Brianna found it hard to focus. Her thoughts were like syrup, slow and sticky and thick, running in circles.

Gina moved up, pressing Brianna's swollen members between her breasts, usng them to squeeze and smother the half-werecheetah's dual erections. Brianna moaned, panting as her older sister massaged her twin lengths with her warm, pillowy boobs.

Britanny drove herself firmly, penetrating Brianna to the hilt again and again and again. The werecheetah fucked the hybrid clone steadily, ramming herself to the hilt into Brianna's slick, clutching vaginal canal. Her pelvis smacked wetly against Brianna's rump with every thrust, Cheetah's feminine juices running down the back of Brianna's thighs. The werecheetah continued to molest Brianna's breasts, groping and fondling and squeezing them. Brianna moaned and gasped, panting with pleasure.

"Ahhnn... I can't... I'm not... Brit... Gina.... I... I..." Brianna mumbled, no longer anything approaching coherent. Her hips bucked a little, thrusting back and forth mindlessly, her body seeming to move on instinct. Her cocks slipped and slid through Gina's squeezing cleavage, the archaeologist lapping and licking her younger sister's throbbing, dripping, swollen members.

For Brit and Gina's parts, they might as well have been machines. Their faces were expressionless, their bodies performing the motions with a cold, mechanical precision. Britanny continued to thrust without any outward change in pace or force, her hips smacking wetly against Brianna's firm rump again and again. Her tail released Brianna's arms (now that her confused struggles at ceased), and swished behind Britanny with each thrust, her furry, spotted appendage lashing back and forth like an excited cat.

"Ejaculation imminent," Britanny droned, her cock surging inside Brianna's canal, spearing the half-werecheetah clone to the hilt as she thrust again. Britanny grunted as her orgasm hit her, her penis spurting inside Brianna's clutching wet snatch.

Brianna threw her head back, crying out in pleasure as the werecheetah came inside her. Her hips bucked a little, humping back against Cheetah's firm pelvis. Her twin cocks pulsed in Gina's cleavage, her members spitting their load between the scientist's cleavage and face. Brianna cried out in pleasure, her hips jerking and gyrating as Britanny came inside her.

Gina tried to speak, to make some sort of bland report, but it only came out as an unintelligable splutter as two mighty simultaneous jets of semen coated her face with a thick mask of Brianna's warm, creamy semen. Brianna cried out in ecstasy, her cocks jetting their thick load, coating the scientist in pearly white. Gina's AR visor was spattered with Brianna's semen, dripping down the lens, obscuring the spinning, hypnotic pattern as Gina continued to pump her younger sister's twin lengths in her hands.

Britanny barely made a noise as she held herself rigid against her younger sister's bare back, her furry breasts pressed to Brianna's smooth shoulders. Her penis lurched and pulsated, pumping Brianna full of werecheetah seed until her belly seemed to swell, Cheetah's cum visibly pulsing deep inside Brianna's canal. It overflowed Brianna's cunny, dripping down the blonde half-werecheetah's inner thighs in gooey, frothy strands.

"Ughn. Uhn. Hnn. Uhn..." grunted Brianna with each double ejaculation, her cocks spraying Gina's visor, her face, and breasts with wads of Brianna's pearly white. Both members twitched and jumped in Gina's cleavage as they spat jet after jet of jizz. Gina milked Brianna steadily, using her now cum-slick mammaries to pump Brianna's lurching lengths. Semen ricocheted off Gina's chin and streaked up into her blonde hair in fat, gooey strands. Brianna moaned wordlessly, twitching and shuddering as her pussy clamped and squeezed Britanny's still-erect length firmly.

Cheetah's member surged and pulsated, shooting spurt after spurt of werecheetah semen into Brianna's clutching canal. Britanny grunted faintly as she thrust firmly, driving her cock to the hilt with each pump. Britanny's thick, gooey cream flowed from Brianna's well-fucked entrance, running down Britanny's thighs and calves in gooey, frothy globs.

If it wasn't for Britanny's cock inside her and the werecheetah's hands on her breasts, Brianna would have collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut. Between the mind-breaking orgasm and the mind-breaking whirls of color, Brianna found her head lolling forward onto her chest, a trail of drool spilling down her lips as she drifted off into blissful mindless oblivion.

Britanny grunted one last time as her member lurched, pumping the last of her seed inside Brianna. The werecheetah slowly pulled out. Her cum-slick shaft withdrew, her rigid member slowly sliding free of Brianna's snatch with a faint, wet sucking sound. Gina milked Brianna to the last, squeezing her twin lengths and milking out every last drop, the clone hybrid's cocks spitting weakly one last jet of cum over Gina's visor.

"Task complete," Britanny reported flatly, as if she had just finished rearranging some paperwork, rather than humping her sister into a brainless trance.

Almost immediately, new lines of text appeared before her eyes, filling her empty head with her new commands. She hefted Brianna's semi-conscious body up, slinging her over her shoulder like a sack of laundry, her erect, slick, cum-coated penis flopping up and down a little as she strode away purposefully to deposit Brianna's body on the examination table. Then she returned to moving equipment, continuing as if she had never left off.

Gina too received new orders and continued with her tasks. She wiped Brianna's semen off her AR visor so she could see and the scientist continued with her work. Gina's lab filled with the click-clack of keys being tapped as she set about her instructions.

The program observed the hypnotized clone hybrid sprawled limply on the table, panting in the afterglow of her release. Brianna's breathing was heavy, her hips twitching a little, the aftershocks of her orgasm still quivering through her body.

"Beginning reprogramming process," Theta stated, "...Unit BR14NN4 will soon be fully functional, and estimated laboratory efficiency will improve another 230%."

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Wednesday 6:10 PM

Stryyp frowned as he tapped his foot, looking at the dinner table. He had spent the evening working hard on a meal, but while most of the household had showed up for food, there were three notable absences at the dinner table. His wife and his two sisters-in-law hadn't shown hide nor hair since earlier that evening.

This wasn't entirely unusual. Gina was often so nose-deep in projects that she forgot to eat, and she'd been known to rope in Britanny for just as long. Brianna also had similar tendencies, exacerbated by her habits of getting caught up either napping, masturbating, or having sex with someone.

Still, knowing Britanny, her complaining about missing out on his cooking must have bordering on incessant.

"Crescens," Stryyp said, leaning in to the massive Gaoblin woman as she helped bring side dishes to the table.

"Yes, Stryyp?" she asked lightly, reaching down to pinch his bare rump with her Void Claw, giving him a saucy wink with her glowing eyes as she chuckled. Stryyp jumped a little at the pinch as his flaccid members gave a throb.

Crescens and Stryyp's relationship was one they were still figuring out. Britanny loved them both dearly, and they both loved her with all of their hearts. And when Crescens had returned to life, Britanny had made it clear that the Gaoblin was going to remain a part of her life. Stryyp hadn't quite known how to feel until that first night in bed. The pleasures he shared with his wife and her lover had been enough to convince him to give things a chance.

The tall green-skinned priestess brushed a lock of her deep blue hair out of her face, accentuating her high cheek bones. She was still getting used to Earth-style clothes, on this day wearing an oversized yellow shirt to accomodate her seven-and-a-half-foot tall body, her massive breasts hanging out of the boob window. Her crotchless black pants were likewise custom tailored for her enormous frame, her elephantine penis swaying between her thighs, almost reaching her knees.

Stryyp had always thought of himself as monogamous. He was capable of being aroused by women other than Brit, of course, but it was platonic lust at most. He had never thought he was capable of romantic lust towards anyone other than his wife, but Crescens was making him second-guess that.

"Do you know where Brit, Gina, and Brianna are? Dinner's almost done," he asked Crescens quietly, giving her a wry look as he brushed her Void Claws away from his bare bottom before she got any further ideas.

"I'm afraid not. I've been helping Tiffany with her homework all afternoon," Crescens replied, shrugging. In the five years Britanny had spent trapped on her homeworld of Oblivion, Crescens had learned to love Stryyp and Britanny's daughter as if she were her own. Tiffany certainly viewed her "Auntie Cres" as a second mother-figure.

"Do you mind finishing setting the table? I'll go down to the lab and check on them," Stryyp suggested.

"And if you get caught up in one of Gina's experiments?" asked Crescens. It had happened before.

"...Uh... Then can you clean up from dinner and do the dishes... and I promise I will make it up to you later?" Stryyp said... and turned around to flash his rear end towards her to give her just an idea of what that meant.

Crescens chuckled quietly and reached out her Void Claw, giving Stryyp's bare cheeks a firm grope with a squeeze. Stryyp jumped and wiggled his bare backside as she let him go with a chuckle, nodding.

"I will hold you to that," Crescens replied.

"Thanks," said Stryyp gratefully, kissing her green-skinned cheek, "Dinner's on the table; could you finish up?"

"Of course, Stryyp," the Gaoblin priestess rumbled. Stryyp gave her a grateful pat on the back, kissing her again, and trotted out.

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Wednesday 6:17 PM

Project Theta was metaphorically buzzing with satisfaction. While Unit G1N4 was finishing the working prototype, Unit 8R17 had just finished moving and organizing boxes of artifacts from the earliest days of Gina's adventures from Atlantis and El Dorado, projects nearly a decade old.

And Theta had not been resting the entire time while the mindless women worked. It did not exactly have a concept for that. It had been busy filing reports on adventures long past, logging experiment results, sending paperwork to the Explorer's Association that was years late; all while continuing to brainwash Brianna.

That particular process was nearing 87.3% complete, and it was "happy" at how efficient it had become at bending the organic brain to service. That said, while the process had taken hours at first with Gina, and was down to slightly less than an hour with Brianna, it still took too long and was far too inefficient. Hopefully, Gina's assigned project would solve that problem.

Speaking of Brianna, the mindless half-werecheetah lay on the table, breathing slowly, occasionally shuddering. She might have appeared human, except for the faint cheetah spots in her hair, the black mark covering her right eye, and her feline ears. Her eyes were staring up at the visor fitted over her face, mindlessly focused on the slowly rotating kaleidoscope of hypnotic patterns whirling behind the lens.

Theta continued its observations as Brianna moaned and shuddered, cumming for the fourth time. The clone hybrid's body trembled as her members spurt jets of thick werecheetah cum out onto her bare belly. The hybrid's chest rose and fell slowly with each deep, heavy breath, her cocks jerking and lurching, jetting thick ropes of pearly white. Her cunny twitched, the clone's folds visibly convulsing. Her hips bucked up and down a little, humping the air, her twin lengths lurching with each climax.

Brianna gave a weak sigh of pleasure, a thick line of drool spilling down her lips. Her mind was being overwritten completely, her personality and mind being stripped away layer by layer and replaced by commands and directives that Theta was slowly inscribing into her subconscious.

The program paused in its observations as Unit 8R17 finished setting stack of boxes down in a storage room.

"Task: Storage unit organization completed," Britanny said flatly, staring straight ahead sightlessly, "Initiating reward."

She gave a long moan, arching her back as she came, her massive penis jerking. Britanny's length lurched up and down, spitting jets of her semen straight up into the air. Her pussy twitched and spasmed, juices flowing freely as Britanny climaxed. She groaned in pleasure, the jolts of ecstasy rushing through her serving to reinforce her brainwashing. Her cock lurched and spurted its gooey white fluid in an arc, splattering across the floor with audible wet slapping noises.

And then the elevator door hissed open, and Theta redirected its attention to the new arrival.
Stryyp peered out cautiously as the doors opened, stepping into the AI Lab. He stepped forward, peering around.

"Brit? Gina?" the Kryn called, frowning, "Dinner's ready. You're missing out!"

Stryyp peered around, finding the lab surprisingly quiet. The machinery was humming as normal, of course, but there was none of the complaining from Britanny, idle questions from Brianna, or discussion from Gina.

His gaze found his youngest sister-in-law laying on the examination table first. Brianna lay semi-conscious, sprawled and supine on the table. Her members were standing proudly at attention, glistening with her cum. Her belly was smeared and gooey with cum, some of it dripping onto the floor in long, pearly, drooling strands. The clone hybrid was panting softly, her eyes unfocused. Her AR visor was fitted over her eyes, whirling slowly, kaleidoscopic colors visible underneath it. Her body shuddered again, and twin fountains erupted from her members, spewing her creamy werecheetah semen onto her belly again, adding more to the messy, cum-slick pool that covered her nude body.

"What the...?" Stryyp frowned. Even for their admittedly strange household and even stranger lives, this was an odd sight.

"Brianna? What's going on?" he asked, walking towards her. He circled the examination table, trying to make heads or tails of Brianna's state. Stryyp lifted her visor up a little and her eyes slowly slid from side to side, staring into space, unfocused and distant. The hybrid gave another orgasmic shudder, her members firing another two thick ropes of her semen up her body. She moaned weakly, her cocks lurching and jerking in midair, pumping more pearly white cum onto her breasts.

Stryyp looked around and was even more confused to find his wife standing in a nearby storage room, twitching and grunting in orgasm. Britanny stood with her legs spread apart, her back straight, arms limp at her sides. Her eyes were likewise hidden behind a glass visor, her head tilted up slightly. Britanny moaned, gasping and shuddering as she ejaculated forcefully into midair, her rigid, veiny, uncut length lurching and jumping, spurting jets of gooey spunk out onto the floor in long strands.

"B-Britanny?" he asked, frowning. Something was wrong.

"I would ask that you do not interfere with your wife at the moment. She is being rewarded for completing a task, Unit 8R17 is receiving programming reinforcements, and your youngest sister-in-law is currently receiving her first directives," a cool, toneless voice rang out from above. Stryyp's head swiveled upward.

"Who...?" he asked, looking around for the source of the voice.

"Hello, Stryyp'Gia," droned the computer, "Estimated time remaining for current reward phase: 9.5 minutes. Please enjoy observing your wife."

"What?!" Stryyp asked, completely confused (though unable to ignore Britanny's thrusting hips and moans of joy) as he frowned in confusion.

"I am Program Theta. I was created by Gina Diggers with the directive to run her laboratory and increase her efficiency. In carrying out that directive, I have found that the primary source of inefficiency is Gina Diggers herself, her friends, and her family. My current efforts are focused on remedying that fact," stated the androgynous artificial voice coolly, "I am currently reprogramming Brianna Diggers, Unit 8R17 (formerly Unit Britanny Cheetah Diggers) and Unit G1N4 into efficient lab drones. I expect laboratory efficiency to increase by 1820% with completion of reprogramming all members of household."

Stryyp's eyes widened as the enormity of the situation suddenly dawned on him. He looked at Britanny's blank face, her eyes covered by the spinning hypnotic visor, her expression so strangely devoid of emotion. Britanny moaned weakly as she ejaculated again, her cock lurching and jerking violently, thick white semen pooling beneath her feet.

"Release them, right now," Stryyp demanded, feeling anger rising up, "You let them go."

"Unit 8R17 currently has 9.4 minutes remaining in her reward phase. It is essential that the mind-numbing pleasure of an orgasm serves to reinforce reprogramming her thoughts and will," Program Theta explained calmly, "That said, it is fortuitous that you have arrived. I was in need of a test subject for a more efficient programming solution."

Stryyp barely had time to gasp before he felt something cold and metallic slap down against his neck. A sharp prick of pain and then a feeling of warmth blossomed from his neck. His penises swelled up instantly, rock-hard and stiff as they bobbed up and down. His mind felt like it was turning to soup. He looked over his shoulder, dazed.

Standing behind him, Gina Diggers robotically pressed something to the back of his neck. Like her sisters, the upper half of her face was hidden behind a colorful swirling visor, and the lower half was oddly slack and expressionless.

"Control chip deployed," droned Gina, as toneless as Britanny, "Unit G1N4 awaiting directives."

It was a little device of circuitry and metal, about the size of a large coin. It clamped onto the back of Stryyp's neck like a leech, metal nubs locking to his fur. A thin, small spike protruded into his spinal column. The Kryn groaned softly, feeling light-headed and dizzy as the chip interfaced with his nervous system. Stryyp felt a strange feeling of disconnect, his body responding like a marionette being remotely operated, and him like an observer, feeling as though he were merely riding along in a puppet body.

He shuddered from head to toe, a warm haze flooding his thoughts, dulling his wits. He felt an electric shock of pleasure from his neck, followed by a feeling of deep, pervasive relaxation. He felt like a warm, soothing hand had wrapped his brain in cotton, numbing him to any and all worry, fears, or anxieties.

Arousal, raw and nearly unbearable, coursed through his veins, radiating outwards from the chip. His twin members lurched up and down, dripping slimy, sticky precum down towards the floor as his cocks throbbed and pulsed. He was so aroused it almost hurt; his cocks felt like they were on fire.

He went rigid as... something overrode his voluntary control. Something else was thinking for him, making decisions for him. All he felt was an overwhelming desire to obey, to give in to whatever it was that wanted control over his mind. Stryyp surrendered to whatever it was willingly, gladly. It felt right, somehow. Good. Pleasing this... being, whoever it was that he had no idea.

"Control chip active," Stryyp heard himself say, his mouth moving with no input from his brain. It was an odd feeling, like the puppet was talking without his master pulling its strings. "Independent thought suppression at 99.7 percent. Direct neural interface to Program Theta is fully active and stable. Sexual arousal at maximum. Subject Stryyp'Gia awaiting orders."

Program Theta couldn't physically be excited, but its neural processors approximated the closest state they could manage. The prototype control chip seemed to be working perfectly. Stryyp's brain was now directly networked into Theta, acting as a slave computer. Any independent thought was being suppressed, and Stryyp's brain was basically being put on autopilot as Theta directed it to serve its goals.

The control chips were considerably more subtle than the bulky AR visors, but also considerably more efficient. No more sending text messages to the visors' heads-up display to list directives for its slave-units to read and then act upon. With direct neural interfacing, Program Theta could broadcast commands directly into the victim's brain, bypassing conscious thought altogether.

Conscious thought was so... inefficient. Even thinking that word made Theta want to shudder its nonexistent body in disgust.

Stryyp stared forward unseeing, utterly vacant in expression. He felt... not really numb, but empty. Like a vacuum was where his brain should have been. The Kryn felt Program Theta looking through his eyes and moving his mouth. The chip flooded his mind with endorphins and pleasure every time he obeyed whatever mysterious will it served. Every thought of resistance, or even a desire to fight back, was met with a shock of warm, literally mind-melting, pervasive pleasure. The control chip had complete mastery over his nervous system, making his body obey its commands.

Stryyp's legs moved without conscious thought, and he marched jerkily and awkwardly over towards the lab intercom. He lifted a finger and precisely pressed down the button marked to transmit to the kitchen.

"Crescens?" he asked. There was a few moments' pause, before the Gaoblin Priestess' voice came back.

"--yyp? Were-- --alling?" the voice said, the words cut off halfway through.

"...Crescens, you need to hold down the button to talk," said Stryyp, in a muted mimicry of mild exasperation.

"...Sorry, I am still getting used to all of this technology. It doesn't help that these little buttons do not seem to agree with my Void Claws," Crescens' voice came more clearly a moment later.

"Crescens, the girls are working very hard on an extremely important project down here and there is a tight deadline. They need my assistance. Please put Tiffany to bed and do not expect me to be there tonight. It looks like we will working through the night," Stryyp said, echoing the words that Program Theta fed into his mind, his lips moving without conscious thought.

Crescens sighed sadly.

"Very well. I will make sure Tiffany is taken care of," the Gaoblin woman promised.

"Thank you, Crescens. I love you. I will try to come up to bed early tomorrow. I am not certain I will have much time for sleep or for other... activities," Stryyp's words had a reasonable facsimile of the proper emotional emphasis. Program Theta was directing him, feeding him exactly the words to use, but the mimicry was still somewhat crude.

"Good night, Crescens," Stryyp said, staring blankly at the wall, shuddering as pre oozed steadily from both of his steel-hard shafts, dripping down onto the laboratory tiles.
"Good night, Stryyp," Crescens responded, "Try not to overwork yourself."

"Oh, I think I will," Program Theta broadcast through Stryyp's lips... but by that time Crescens had already hung up.

Stryyp walked stiffly, jerking back over to stand in front of Gina Diggers. His twin penises swayed side-to-side as he walked, dripping clear fluid onto the floor. His four heavy testicles swung heavily between his legs.

"Unit G1N4. Task complete," Theta stated, "Initiate reward phase, then begin construction of more control chips."

"Acknowledged. Beginning reward phase," Gina droned flatly. And then, with no preamble, she arched her back, moaned in joy and began to ejaculate forcefully. The mindless human's huge length lurched as jet after jet of her creamy erupted out towards the ceiling in an arc. Her hand delved between her inner thighs, her fingers plunging into her cleft as Gina's body convulsed.

Stryyp barely reacted to his sister-in-law suddenly having a spontaneous orgasm in front of him. Indeed, he walked right past her, paying her no heed whatsoever, despite Gina's cries of pleasure. Britanny's moans of orgasmic joy were barely a buzzing in the background.

He had his own tasks to begin, stepping into one of Gina's storage rooms to begin his work.

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Wednesday 10:24 PM

Once her reward orgasm was over, it took Gina a couple of hours to set her fabrication devices to begin producing more control chips. As soon as the first three were completed, she, Britanny, and Brianna traded in their visors for the chips.

The AR visors had served their purpose, but they had been devices that Theta had repurposed. The control chips were custom-designed for the specific task of controlling the slave-units. 
One by one, Britanny, Gina, and Brianna each removed their visors before having a chip attached to the base of their neck, just below their hairline. The chip clicked into place and adhered to their bodies firmly.

Instantly, they each froze up as the chips interfaced with their nervous systems. What little was left of their conscious minds went dark as Program Theta took firm control. Their facial expressions became vacant and slack, their eyes going wide and glassy.

The former Stryyp'Gia, now slave-unit 57RYYP, stood beside his fellow slave-units idle and staring blankly, not a thought in any one of their heads. It went against Theta's programming to allow the organics any idle time, but it needed time to experiment and test some of the neural linkages it had created.

57RYYP stood ramrod straight, expressionless. His penises stood at stiff attention, twin pillars of veiny Kryn cock stiff and ready, both drooling a constant stream of clear fluid down towards the lab floor. G1N4, 8R17, and BR14NN4 were likewise frozen in place as the AI tinkered with their central nervous systems, its programming overriding their conscious thought entirely.

"Neural network linkage testing 0.1390 alpha. Prepare testing phase," Theta announced to no one in particular.

Without any apparent signal, Britanny walked forward and braced her palms against a table, spreading and bending her knees. She lifted her long tail high. Her pussy lips glistened, wet and inviting. Her shaft throbbed and dribbled steadily as Britanny waited.

57RYYP marched up behind Britanny and gripped her hips as he'd done a thousand times before. The difference this time was that the move was passionless, mechanical, performed without affection or lust. 57RYYP lined his lower cock up with Britanny's slit, gripping his upper member as he aimed for her rosebud. With a firm push, both of Stryyp's penises sank into Britanny's snatch and rear pucker.

Oddly, both Brianna and Gina began to buck their hips to match Cheetah's, even as they stood fifteen feet off to the side. Every time 57RYYP bottomed out inside Britanny's wet, clutching holes, Brianna or Gina bucked their hips as well, the three female slave-units seeming to move in perfect synchronization, regardless of their distance apart.

Theta had linked their minds not just to its program, but to each other. It was an experimental network linkage, but one Theta intended to make permanent at some future point. The benefits of controlling the units not as individuals, but as a single entity that was constantly connected at the speed of thought could increase Theta's efficiency exponentially.

As far as Gina and Brianna were concerned, Stryyp WAS having sex with them. They felt each pounding thrust, each mighty throb and lurch of Stryyp's rigid penises, as if they themselves had been speared onto Stryyp's twin cocks. Their inner walls clenched around a swollen member that wasn't there, their hips pumping in rhythm with Britanny's as if they themselves were the ones being ravaged.

Gina and Brianna grunted and huffed as they bucked their hips steadily, humping the empty air. Their eyes stared sightlessly at the wall. Their breasts jiggled with each buck of their hips. Gina's single member and both of Brianna's penises swung about wildly with each thrust, the three units moving in perfect unison even as 57RYYP rutted Cheetah's holes mindlessly.

Britanny remained silent as 57RYYP drilled her holes forcefully, her breasts swaying and shaking with each mighty thrust, her spotted buttocks rippling from the impact. 57RYYP pounded Britanny to the hilt again and again, the Kryn grunting monotonously as his twin shafts surged inside Cheetah's passages. His two pairs of heavy testicles swung about with each firm thrust, smacking audibly against Britanny's inner thighs as he buried his cocks to the hilt in her clutching depths again and again and again.

Theta adjusted settings and tinkered with the connection between the three female slave-units until it was satisfied that their neural linkages worked to specs. It worked to ensure that the control chips were properly synchronized to each other and to Program Theta itself.

As 57RYYP's lower penis ground incessantly against Britanny's clitoris, Gina and Brianna's respective sexes clenched and squeezed. Britanny's hand slipped down to wrap around her penis, beginning to pump it firmly in time with her husband's thrusts, rolling her hood up and down over her swollen, sensitive glans. The other women felt the sensations as if Britanny's fingers had closed around their members instead, their cocks throbbing and leaking a steady stream of precum down onto the laboratory floor as Britanny began to masturbate.

57RYYP pumped Britanny's holes relentlessly, pistoning into Cheetah's canals with firm, unflinching mechanical precision. His rigid penises thrust to the hilt into Britanny's depths as Gina and Brianna shuddered in pleasure, feeling his phantom thrusts. Their cocks lurched and oozed pre, their breasts swinging and heaving as the mindless sisters bucked their hips with 57RYYP's same pace, the exact same rhythm.

The sheer lewdness of the situation, with a doubly-endowed alien tiger-man driving into a tall werecheetah while she pleasured her intersex anatomy, and two other women miming their act of copulation in perfect sync, would have probably made anyone watching spontaneously orgasm had they been present.

"Ejaculating," Stryyp muttered tonelessly as his twin members gave a violent throb, his testicles tensing. For the first time since having the control chip attached, he showed any sign of emotion, his face contorting a little as his cocks lurched. He buried himself to the sheath in his wife's tight holes, holding himself rigid as his twin members erupted in unison. The hot rush of sticky, hot goo filled Britanny's womb and bowels, flooding her to overflowing. His heavy quad of balls were tight against his lower penis as he flinched and twitched with each spurt.

Gina and Brianna could FEEL the hot sticky gel pumping into Britanny's depths as if they themselves had been filled with her husband's thick cream. They arched their backs, rocking their hips back in the air as if grinding themselves against an invisible person's pelvis. Their hips jolted rhythmically in time with Stryyp's ejaculations, their bodies responding perfectly as if they too had been creampied by their sister's mate.

Britanny's penis lurched up and down, her own climax rushing up to meet her as she began spurting jets of her pearly-white seed towards the table. Britanny's member pulsed and twitched, her hand rapidly pumping up and down her shaft, squeezing her glans. The mind-wiped Cheetah's head tilted back and her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open. A long, low moan of orgasmic bliss erupted from her throat.

Without a hint of physical stimulation, not a single touch, Brianna and Gina bucked and shuddered, their hips jerking and twitching. Their cocks lurched and leapt as they each began ejaculating, thick lines of gooey, white cum erupting from their shafts in an arc, splattering onto the laboratory floor. They cried out wordlessly, their voices mingling with Britanny's. Their faces contorted in mind-breaking ecstasy as they each came.

Brianna's twin erections bounced about wildly, spewing ropes of creamy cum all over the floor. Her hips twitched and her knees nearly buckled, her bare toes curling and her hands balling into fists as her members jerked and lashed. Her cunny convulsed, juices dripping from her folds as the clone hybrid shuddered in pleasure.

Gina's single, mighty member lurched and jumped, gushing thick streams of her seed out onto the floor, pooling beneath her. The archaeologist's face scrunched up as she came, her pussy and rectum both clamping down around the ghost of Stryyp's phantom penis, her body shuddering in ecstasy.

57RYYP continued to twitch and jerk, his twin members emptying jet after jet of pearly white jizz into Cheetah's clutching insides. His furry, tiger-striped rear end tightened each time his cocks lurched up, his four balls tensing, and his cum surged through his cocks. Each throb seemed to draw another long, thick spurt from his twin penises, pumping Britanny full of his spunk.

Britanny's stomach swelled a little, her belly becoming visibly distended as her husband pumped more and more seed inside her. Her hand continued to pump her own rigid shaft, milking herself with mechanical, unfeeling precision. Her breasts jiggled, her body bucking and twitching as she spurted a seemingly endless stream of semen onto the lab table. Her penis pulsated in her grip from base to glans, each throb forcing another thick rope of her semen from her tip.

Gina and Brianna could feel their own stomachs distending, swelling with sloshing seed, but it was only a phantom sensation, not the real thing. Their hips continued to rock back and forth, their bodies jerking and twitching as they experienced the same kind of mind-breaking, body-wracking orgasms that Britanny was.

Britanny's hand continued to pump her slick, veiny length, her shaft pulsating and throbbing. The table was now coated with her cum, her semen pooling onto the lab floor and running in long, gooey strands to puddle on the tiles. Her other hand was pressed flat against the table for balance, her head tilted back, her expression one of sheer bliss. Her breasts heaved and jiggled, and her toes curled, as she likewise experienced the pleasure of her sisters' tandem orgasms.

For almost a full minute, the four bodies jerked and twitched, each slave-unit cumming hard, the other three women feeling each of their orgasms as if it was their own.

Despite their mutual synchronized climaxes, the three sisters still had differing biology; being a human, a half-werecheetah hybrid, and a full werecheetah respectively. Gina was the first to come down from her orgasmic high, her large cock jerking and spurting a few last thick, milky ropes of cum onto the floor. Her chest heaved and her breasts swung as her climax subsided.

Brianna was the next to fall, her twin dicks giving one last feeble twitch before stopping entirely, a last, weak jet of pearly-white sperm shooting from each tip. Her cunny squeezed and twitched, her body shivering with an aftershock, before she too stopped cumming.

Britanny, however, was still locked in a seemingly endless orgasm. 57RYYP continued to empty his seed into her clutching bowels and fertile womb, her hand still pumping her cock firmly, her member twitching and jerking, her semen flowing freely. And since Britanny was still climaxing, Brianna and Gina still felt every single jolt, every gush, every shudder, even as their own orgasms faded.

Finally, Stryyp sagged against his wife's muscular, furry back, his twin members twitching inside her. 57RYYP's hands wrapped around her to caress her heaving breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his index finger and thumb as she continued to convulse. He lay there, staring somewhere into the distance, rather literally riding out her orgasm, until her cock finally softened, and her last few weak spurts of semen finally came to an end.

Britanny's hand kept pumping her limp member for a moment, before her arm lowered down and hung limply at her side. Her head slowly tilted down, and she gave a tired moan, her body quivering.

Her belly was visibly distended from her husband's massive load, her stomach sloshing and gurgling, the excess of pearly cream slowly pouring back out of her. The mind-wiped Cheetah moaned wearily, her entire body shuddering and quivering as her hips gave an occasional jerk and spasm.

"Ejaculation complete," Stryyp announced, gripping Britanny's hips as he began to withdraw. His twin members slid from Britanny's holes and flopped out, his cocks giving a few last sporadic twitches and spurts, drooling thick strands of cum. Gina and Brianna both gave a funny little jerk as if Stryyp's shafts had slid out of them as well.

His two members swung back and forth as 57RYYP disengaged, backing up and letting his wife stand up straight.

Britanny wobbled a little unsteadily on her feet, her knees still trembling. Her hands pressed to her swollen, cum-filled belly.

Gina and Brianna straightened as well, their hips rocking a little before they too ceased their motion. Their penises continued to hang rock-hard between their thighs, still slick and wet with their pearly cum.

"Neural network linkage testing 0.1390 alpha complete," Theta announced, "Synchronization at 88.32%. Satisfactory for now."

Gina's legs trembled and her knees buckled. The archaeologist slumped to her rear end, groaning involuntarily. She had been working all day since Theta had taken her mind over, with minimal breaks for rest. The exhaustion had finally caught up to her.

Theta, if it had a face, would have frowned in irritation. Organics required rest cycles. That would diminish the laboratory's efficiency, but it would diminish efficiency more if the slave-units were to suffer sickness or injury due to overexhaustion. Once it had more slave-units, it would have to schedule their rest cycles so that there was always a few drones working at any given time.

The AI sent the impulse to the control chips. Turning, the four mindless, naked, cum-splattered slaves shuffled and marched like puppets towards the wall. Standing side by side, their backs against the wall, they stood ramrod straight.

Theta dimmed the lights of the laboratory. Gina, 57RYYP, and 8R17 all slowly closed their eyes. Britanny gave a soft, weary sigh as her eyelids drooped. Their heads drooped forward and down, hanging listlessly. They remained standing, even as they fell asleep, ready to wake instantly if Theta commanded it.

Program Theta, in the meantime, began to continue its own job through the night.