Prologue

 

'Is the integration, physical appearance and age status of your subjects completed?' asked the detached voice from their midst as, in a secret space, they stood naked in a circle.

The question rang in all their minds and Freya replied, 'Yes it is complete. We have mastered their speech except for colloquial and slang. We have taken on names familiar to them and absorbed all the basic characteristics of humans with particular emphasis on their sexual urges and the manner in which these are expressed. We have become what they would regard as young and attractive examples of their kind.' Freya raised a hand to her head, adding, 'Only human hair proved difficult to formulate so it will be employed only on our heads, as now, and is of course, removable when required. The style each of us has chosen should be perfectly acceptable in our new environment. There are some slight but unavoidable differences with our eyes but that should not elicit undue attention.'

'I will continue without any hair at all,' said Erika. 'In the position I am to occupy I consider it will not be necessary. I do not intend to employ hair, artificial or no as I do not like it. Anyway, some of the semi-active androids we have with us will also be without a wig.'

'Quite,' said Freya, 'but that is because the semi-actives are reserve figures and will feature largely as mannequins - mannequins, that is, until we need them for other duties then they will be fully activated.'

'The sexual urges of humans are very strong,' said Andrea. 'They may not be so easy to control until we are fully adapted and even then we may succumb to them. My new body is giving me strange urges I may find difficult to control.'

'Yes,' agreed Carla, 'now we have modelled ourselves in their form we find those human desires strange and compelling.'

'That is true,' agreed Freya, 'they are indeed difficult to handle but that characteristic of humanity varies so much from place to place and time to time we had to err on the higher side. The humans we have chosen to assist in our researches do, like our own adaptations, comply with what is considered attractive and sexually appealing. These individuals, however, will not be aware of our motives or the fact that they have been pre-selected and are to be manipulated by us.'

Naked as were the others, Julian said, 'I agree our urges will be very difficult to control. I possess the desire to express myself even now.' His ample erection stood flushed and proud as he added, 'I am unable to control this situation at present though I understand it will be necessary when we are among them.'

Freya, with black, grey-highlighted, swept back hair and dark green eyes, peered down at Julian's erect cock.

Blue-eyed Carla, mid-length brown hair draped loose about her shoulders, peered down at it.

Blue-green eyed Erika, her head bare, her gaze intense, peered down at it.

Carla, having chosen the same colour eyes as Erika but wearing straight, mid-length copper-brown hair, peered down at it.

Dark blue-eyed Andrea with short black, frizzy, swept-back hair and red lips, peered down at it.

'Perhaps now would be a good time to demonstrate how the problem of arousal is to be addressed,' remarked Freya. There are a number of ways to deal with this as we know from our researches.'

'Oh, there are,' enthused Carla. 'And what about the fetish attire and physical restraints we intend to use upon some of the humans?'

'You mean those items in leather, latex and other materials,' replied Freya. 'It has not been necessary to create them here, but as Andrea will explain, they will be readily available down on Earth when we feel the need to apply them to our subjects.'

'So do I have your permission to demonstrate?' asked Carla, still eyeing the distended cock.

'But of course,' replied Freya. 'And once established among them you will have no further need to ask, provided you do not exceed your remit or endanger our researches.'

But Carla was not listening. She approached Julian, stood before him and slipped her right hand about the flushed organ. Julian, gasped, closed his eyes and swept his hands over her firm breasts and down past her slim waist as she began to work the soft skin of his cock gently back and forth. The others gathered closer to observe the effect she was having on him, whilst Julian's finger stroked into the lubricated heat of her pussy.

'We should also have an oral demonstration,' Freya said.

'Yes, perhaps I might offer that,' said Andrea, placing a hand upon Carla's shoulder.

'Then he is all yours,' smiled Carla, stroking her own pussy as Andrea took her place and dropped to her knees. Julian opened his eyes to peer down at her as she slid one hand beneath to cup his testicles, the other about his behind whilst her full, soft lips closed with sensual heat about the cock head where she licked, twirled and teased with her tongue. Julian groaned and closed his eyes again as Freya remarked, 'This as we know is called a "blow job" and may be a preliminary if not a final, fulfilling act.' Andrea continued with the shaft sliding fully into her mouth and was feeling Julian's loins begin to quiver when Freya said, 'Beautifully done, but now is a final opportunity for full intercourse before we integrate with the humans so if any one of you feel a demonstration is needed then now is the time. Perhaps Julian will lie down so we may see the act terminated entirely.

Andrea slowly withdrew the glistening cock, stood up and backed away to join Carla where, gazing eye to eye, each reached down and began to masturbate the other. Julian lowered himself to the floor and now Erika stepped forward to straddle him. Erika would have to be on top. It was Erika's intention to always be on top. Julian lay flat and she lowered herself until the cock head twitched against her groin. Julian sighed in anticipation as she reached down to hold the shaft in her fingers, sliding the head back and forth between her sex lips until her own arousal demanded she let it go further. Erika placed both hands on the floor either side of Julian, lowering herself to take him fully and gratefully inside the ravishing heat of her very human body. Eyes closed, she stayed for some moments than tightened her pussy muscles before working slowly up and down. Julian grasped her thighs and was groaning once more, but louder now as Erika quickened her pace. Freya watched the coupled pair, peering in turn at their expressions of blissful abandon and the manner in which they were so intimately joined. Erika quickened further, her breath shortening. Sharp cries arose from her throat, increasing with each thrust until she set rigid as glass and wailed aloud in the grip of orgasm. Julian's groans became almost a shout as grasping her thighs harder still he writhed frantically under her in the discharge of his own pleasure. Moments later, Carla and Andrea, kissing passionately, gasping loudly, achieved climax together, each at the hand of the other.

'Excellent and thoroughly human,' declared Freya as Erika lifted slowly to withdraw the florid cock then stepped aside to say, 'Yes, that was most satisfactory but I feel considerably more practise may be needed.'

Julian remained prostrate, mouth ajar and needing to recover his all too human senses.

'Taking it that we have fine-tuned our emotions, our speech and our behaviour to closely match those of humans,' Freya continued, 'I will reiterate briefly and finally the roles we are all to pursue. The businesses we are to occupy, the town based fetish fashion and equipment shop will be a normal functioning business, until we decide otherwise. The other will operate as a more discreet clinic, a sanctuary for those with unusual sexual tastes or excessive urges - or so those few people dealing with us from outside will think. Our first operation, the shop, will encourage selected subjects to investigate the latter. Our properties are already prepared via the work of human contractors and await only our full occupation. For help in setting up the clinic we have appointed Cheryl, an experienced fetish scene nurse recruited from another novel. Our own dear Calypso is already established there as receptionist and establishing the office. She will make herself irresistible to those of her choosing for she has certain additional but discreet abilities. Andrea will maintain overall charge of the shop and from candidates I have specified, I believe staff acquisition will not be a problem.'

'A most suitable assistant is already selected from them by myself,' confirmed Andrea.

Freya reached up to touch both small gold sun-faced disks at her ears, saying, 'The earrings will enable us to share experiences when necessary. They will also serve to facilitate our control, albeit in a subtle manner, over other people from a short distance provided they also wear them. Humans have various means of exercising control over one another and these we will exploit to the full.'

 

Chapter One - Temptations

 

'I'm bored,' yawned Olivia. Her abundant honey-blond hair was spread in disarray about the pillow as she stared up at the ceiling. I was dreaming someone offered me a better job.'

'Bored - what, with me or with our nice flat?' asked foxy, brown-eyed Della, propping up on the bed to peer into Olivia's soft blue eyes.

'No, not you. Of course not you. Not even this flat. In fact I like it here because it's light and modern, we have a good view across the park and easy walk to the shops.'

'It's not light at the moment with those big heavy curtains draped over the window,' smiled Della, running a finger over the sheer pink nylon of Olivia's lace-frilled negligee then meandering down between her breasts to describe a circle about the soft flesh of her stomach.

Olivia tingled, caught her breath, gazed unto Della's eyes and raised a hand to touch her cheek. Della's bobbed hair was artificially blond and somewhat paler than Olivia's. It was full and curved about her head and cheeks with a fringe that swept down to brush her left eye. As always Olivia admired the way Della's hair remained so neat as she said, 'It's my job I'm bored with. We're both in our late teens; the town council office where I work isn't my idea of fun anymore and you're stuck in a stuffy old office with that randy old solicitor.'

'Quite,' responded Della, 'the loose-fingered old sod tried to reach up my skirt and grope me twice last week so I've had my fill of that little number. But never mind, dearest, today is Sunday so once we're up and about we can go on line and see what if anything shows up in the local jobs market.' Della's finger ceased circling and paused to raise the negligee before spreading a splayed hand across the firm, smooth flesh above her sex. Olivia sighed then caught her breath, this time sharply as a finger slipped down to stroke with practised delicacy between her pussy lips. 'Oh, you're already wet,' breathed Della, kissing her cheek. Olivia closed her eyes, spread her legs to allow Della easier access to the focus of her pleasures and raised her arms over her head to grip the carved wooden rails of the headboard. Della worked her with exquisite touch, stroking gently until Olivia, her mouth ajar, her head rocking from side to side, began to moan. Della paused her actions but only for a moment, only for time enough slip down the bed where she eased Olivia's legs further apart, ran lips down her stomach and engaged with her tongue that which her finger had moments before vacated. Della's tongue flickered, teased and tasted Olivia's passion. Olivia's breath shortened, she quivered, grasped harder on the rails, stiffened and cried out as the orgasm seized.

'There we are, dear one,' smiled Della, easing up from the bed, 'don't you feel better now? I think next time I'll tie your hands to that headboard, fix your legs wide apart then make you come while you're helpless. I've a good idea you'd like that quite a lot. Yes, I'm sure you would.'

Olivia relaxed, lowered her arms then looked up at Della. 'Oh, you're better at doing what you just did than some of the blokes I've known. Oh, yes you are. Lie down and I'll give you a treat as well.'

'Maybe later,' responded Della, slipping from the bed. 'Time's getting on and I rather think the sun might be shining out there.'

'Okay, you go and shower and while you're in there I'll take a look at the jobs on line.'

Della vanished into the bathroom and Olivia, pulling on her fluffily, cosy dressing gown, stepped through to the lounge. There she opened the slatted blind, peered across to the sunlit trees of the park then moved to the shaded corner where the computer waited. When some twenty-five minutes later Della reappeared in close fitting jeans and t-shirt, Olivia turned away from the computer and said, 'I've been trawling through the jobs on offer. There are not all that many and most of them are rubbish but there's a new one not far from here. You wouldn't believe what it is - you just wouldn't.' She hesitated then stood up to add, 'Take a look at it tell me if you think it's at all genuine.'

Della took her place and studied at the screen closely. 'God, I don't believe it either!'

'Are you looking at what I was looking at?' queried Olivia, no longer able to see the screen.

'Yes, someone's opening a sex shop! And here of all places. It's called Through The Looking Glass.'

'Yes, that's the one, and they're advertising for people, aren't they.'

Della peered back at the screen. 'Er, yes but not actually shop staff from the looks of it. It says they want a couple of girls to model for their website. Weekend or evening work is what it says. Hmm, I wonder if they'd consider us. We could do with a bit of extra money.'

Have you looked at some of the stuff they sell?' queried Olivia. 'I mean, d'you think we'd be right for that sort of thing?'

Della stared again at the screen. 'Of course we would, dear; we're both utterly gorgeous. I'd say it's a foregone conclusion unless someone else gets in there first.'

'In that case,' said Olivia, 'we'd have to look our glamorous best though I don't suppose that would be too difficult. One of us could phone for an interview if we get a break on Monday.'

'Why not this morning? It says they're open on Sundays until four for interviews and I know exactly where they are because last time I walked past the place it was the Christian Truth bookshop.'

'Right then,' grinned Olivia, 'why don't you phone them while I get myself showered and dressed? But careful you don't let us in for anything dodgy.'

'Now would I do that,' grinned Della. Having waited until she heard the shower turn on, Della picked up the phone and keyed in the number. It was answered almost at once by a woman's voice with a bright and reassuringly cheerful, 'Good morning, you are through to the Looking Glass shop. How may I help?'

'Er, yes, hello - my name is Della and, em, my friend and I'm looking at your on-line advert for models - I mean for your website you know, for the things in your shop. We could be interested and we live only fifteen or so minutes' walk from the main town.'

'Well thank you for calling us, Della. You are speaking to Andrea.' The voice now was calm and reassuring as she continued, 'Actually we have only just opened so you are the first to contact us. Would you care to tell me a little about yourself and your friend before we go any further?'

The questions were as Della might have expected; their ages, previous experience, of which they had none, present occupations and attitudes to the nature of the products on sale at the shop. While they were occupied in discussion Della noticed an icon labelled, "See also our Captivation Range. Over 18s only." She hovered the cursor over this and clicked. The screen changed. Her eyes widened. Her speech faltered then she muttered, 'Bloody hell.'

'Are you all right?' came the voice from the telephone, 'Can you still hear me?'

'Oh, er, yes,' replied Della. 'I just opened your other - I mean I looked at -.'

'Ah, you must mean our Captivation Range. Take no notice of that, dear, unless it appeals to you. It is not to everyone's taste so do not worry because the modelling work is only for our selection of glamorous clothing and fetish wear. Do you wish to continue?'

'Yes, em, yes please. I'm sorry if I sounded a bit put off; I was only surprised. I'm not much into that kind of thing myself, you know, bondage and all that, but my friend Olivia certainly is - though I wouldn't normally mention it.'

'That is fine, so shall we make an appointment for you both as you live close by? This afternoon, perhaps?'

Della had a distinct impression the woman at the other end was smiling as she replied, 'This afternoon, yes, that's great. About what time?'