Golden Voice

As I left the office door, I could hear Nancy’s curvy body begin bouncing up and down on the Doc’s desk. A glance over the shoulder showed Doc happily plowing into her with all the energy his 60 year old cock had left. I wasn’t upset the lobby was empty, the Doc said it would be for the day, but I was a little disappointed. I wanted to try out my new gift, and it didn’t matter who was my next test subject. Through the doors and into the busy strip mall, so many new test subjects which one to pick. A soccer mom and her teenage daughter caught my eye climbing into a minivan. I walked towards them but wasn’t quick enough catch them before they began to pull away. Without the confidence I gained changing the Doc and his secretary I wouldn’t have been able to step out in the street and wave them down.
As they screeched to a halt, I walked around to the driver’s window. She rolled it down quickly; she was probably going to yell at me like some stupid child. As it lowered I got a better look at her up close. She was probably in her mid to late thirties but it was only apparent in the crows feet that had sprung up around her eyes. It was probably even more obvious with the angry—scolding—look on her face. The daughter sitting next to her was completely oblivious that they had almost hit me, or that the van had even come to a stop. She couldn’t have been out of high school, she had shoulder length blonde hair a tank top that did a great job highlighting her developing cleavage and a pair of bootie sorts that gave a great view of her slim, well tanned legs. Her face was cute, young looking with a button nose, and sweet looking blue eyes.
“What the hell were you thinking!” her mother didn’t disappoint, but she did bring me back to reality. We were still in the middle of a strip mall in the middle of the day.
“You know you could have died! Walking out into the street like that.”
Mothers sure can deliver when it comes to giving you good talking, but now it’s my turn to talk.
“Ma’am, be quiet and unlock your doors” I said in a calm voice.
She immediately shut-up as her hand moved to hit the unlock. I jumped inside once I heard the doors click, settling myself comfortably into one of the captains seats.
“Drive.” I said, after glancing into the rear mirror and seeing her frozen expression of horror at letting me into the car.
Her daughter was still oblivious. God bless mp3’s and texting, but no need to repeat myself. Leaning forward I tapped her on the shoulder—god the look on her face was priceless when she realized I was in the car.
“Mom! What the hell? Who is this kid.” She screamed at her mom as she removed the earphones.
Her mother only looked at her, before she continued driving.
“Mommmm! Why are you ignoring me!? MOM!”
“Be quiet,” I had to yell over her annoying voice. The silence that followed was golden. Now both of them were glancing over their shoulders in fear and anxiety.
“You,” I said motioning to the mother, “drive to the nearest hotel, and make it a nice one, tonight’s going to be a special night.” She nodded fearfully, and continued driving. “And, you,” I said nodding at the teenager, “what’s your name?”
“Alexa,” her once loud voice squeaked out meekly.
“Well, Alexa,” I said, unable to suppress an edge of excitement from creeping into my voice, “why don’t you join me in the back seat.”
I watched her mother’s worried eyes in the rear view mirror with enjoyment as her daughter unhooked herself and began climbing into the seat next to me.
“Ah, ah, ah Alexa. I meant why don’t you join me in this back seat.”
I’ll be damned but this control had gotten me excited and it was obvious in Alexa’s rigid posture.
“Relax babe, and listen up—you too Mommy.”
Maybe it was my sadistic streak but before I changed her mother I was going to have a little fun with Alexa.
“I’ve got some things to tell you that are going to change your lives. First off Alexa, from this moment on you are a kinky-bimbo-slut. And, as bimbo-sluts are perpetually horny, have no inhibitions, wear sexy clothes, and live to get off, you will adjust your personality accordingly. Now you should know that the best way to get off is to get others off, and you’ve got no qualms fucking anybody, got it. If it takes letting a guy piss all over you, to get him off you’ll do it. And, you’ve got to get off at least a dozen times a day. So, why don’t you tell your mother and I what you’re thinking about right now?”
“I’m feeling all funny, hot and tingly all over. I’m think about my vagina…”
“Pussy,” I interjected.
“Thinking about my pussy, and how wet it is, how hard my nipples…
“Tits,” I corrected her again. “Or boobs,” I added as an after thought. “If you’re going to be a proper slut you need to start talking dirty, because talking dirty makes you horny and it turns other people on too,” I instructed her, giving her ass a good pinch to emphasize my point.
“Oooh,” she moaned then, “Ooh god my titties are so hard, and I’m so fucking horny, please can I fuck you please, please, please. I need to get you off so bad,” she begged, rubbing her hands across her chest, down her abdomen, and into her panties.
“For a hot little cunt, you don’t seem to have too much experience, do you? I’ll bet you’re a virgin aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered embarrassedly. “I’m so sorry. I know I need to be a good slut; I will be a good slut. I’ll get my cherry popped. I know I should have done it a long time ago. Will you fuck me, please, I’ll suck your cock and get it all hard, and then you can fuck me?”
“Mommy, did you know that daughter was a virgin?” I addressed her mother’s horrified eyes staring at me through the rear view mirror.
She shook her head no quickly.
“Ah, sorry you can talk now. But you may only do so to address a direct question I ask you, understood.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Well now, Alexa, you’re mother and I are going to have a little discussion, in the mean time why don’t you go ahead and give me your best shot at a blow job. Remember, get a good rhythm going, keep it plenty wet, and absolutely no teeth! Also, I want you to play with you’re pussy while you’re doing it, but you won’t orgasm until I do, got it?”
“Yuppers,” Alexa said cheerily, as she busily worked to free my cock one handed—her other hand was already working furiously between her own legs.
“Good, now, what’s your name?”
“Kathryn.”
“Alright, Kathryn. Now you know you’re daughter is a slut, but I don’t think you know what you are yet, do you?”
“I’m Kathryn’s mother, a widow, the soccer coach at Willowcreek High, I work at Global Insurance Providers,” she said hopefully.”
“Well, you’re partially correct. But you forgot that you’re the mother of slut.”
“Oh,” she said her voice quavering.
“So, as the mother of a slut, Kathryn, you have certain duties to perform.”
“Duties?” she asked her voice sinking even lower.
“Yes, it is your responsibility to educate your slut daughter on how to be the best whore she can possibly be. You must teach her the proper ways to fuck, suck, and pleasure men and women. Ahhhh, Alexa, that’s good very good keep doing that, get as much in as you can.” I said as I pulled her head further down until I heard her gag. “Good, that’s called deep throating, guys love it, and you love it too, don’t you slut?”
Her eyes looked up from my cock, they were watering from gagging but they looked up adoringly. She hurriedly nodded and continued bobbing her head faster and faster.
“Ah, ah! Oh! Alexa! Just like that, yes! Here I come. You love cum, you’re going to slurp it all down and swallow it all. It tastes like honey to you and you’re going to be addicted to it so you’ll never be able to get enough of it and here’s your first fix babe. AHHH!” I groaned grabbing handfuls of her hair and pulling her mouth so tightly against me I could feel the muscles in her throat spasming, trying to swallow my load as I shot it straight down her throat.
She slid off my cock—licking her lips—hair disheveled, but with a satisfied look on her face.
“Did you cum, too?” I asked her.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned smiling, laying her head on my thigh, and snaking her hand back up to cup my balls.
“Good, go ahead and clean up my dick then with your tongue and keep playing with yourself I want you hot, horny and ready to go when we get to the hotel.”
“Now, Kathryn where were we?” I asked. Looking back at her I saw a different look in her eyes. Pride? “Ah, yes. You’re responsibilities, you must help Alexa refine her techniques. Especially with women, sluts have a responsibility to turn on guys and nothing gets guys harder than watching two girls go at it, right?”
“Yes,” she answered simply, still watching Alexa cleaning my hardening dick.
“Ah, it appears we’ve arrived.” I commented.
Kathryn returned her attention to parking the van and I, to getting Alexa ready to go inside. “Alright, Alexa, go ahead and put away my cock for me, babe. Now both of you will control your slut impulses until we get to the room, but until then you will of course show case your bodies for everyone to see. Also, you both lust deepily for me and aren’t afraid of expressing that lust physically in public or private so long as you don’t get us arrested. You also, lust after each other. However, you both know that incest is taboo, and won’t allow it to be public knowledge that you’re lovers. Now lets get inside and get a room ladies.”
Stepping, out the summer heat into the air-conditioned lobby of the hotel, with two skimpily clad good looking women on each arm would have been an impressive sight, had anyone been there to see it. The unfortunate truth is that hardly anyone is hanging out in a hotel at noon. I walked them over to the counter, a hand planted firmly on each ass.
“Kathryn, be a dear, and ring the bell. Lets see if there’s anyone in this place.”
It took nearly two minutes once it rang for an obese, greasy teenager (probably a high school dropout) to come tramping out of the employee lounge behind the counter. The pizza sauce surrounding his mouth and drippings on his shirt indicated he took his sweet time finishing his lunch before attending to us. Although, the bored look turned almost immediately to one of interest upon seeing the girls and I. Any hotel concierge could have probably guessed why were there, checking in so early, no baggage—and he was no different.
“Will you be staying the night, cause if you’re not I can cut you a deal for just the afternoon?” he asked looking so excited I was sure he probably jack off just to the thought of what I’d be doing with the sluts.
“We’ll be staying the night, Bob, but I think we can still ‘cut a deal’ with you. How about the executive suite for half-price?” I said reading his name from his nametag.
“Uh, dude, I don’t know if I can do that… my boss my wonder…”
“Uh, dude, first off you will address me as sir. Second, what if I threw in a blowjob from this sexy ole fox?” I said gesturing to Kathryn, who batted her eyelashes seductively at Bob.
“Sir, in that case, I’m sure I can make it work actually.”
“Great, Kathryn pay for the room.”
Bing, bing. The lobby elevator opened at that point to show a lady in her middle to late forties. It was obvious at once from her strut, and the degrading-haughty way she leered at us that she was an upper class bitch. An idea immediately formed in my mind, (gosh, how quickly power can get away from you) to take this bitch off her high pedestal.
“Stop! I called, just before she reached the doors. “Come here.” I said calmly now that I had her attention.
She refused to look confused or surprised at obeying me, but instead kept her rigid demeanor. “What,” she said in a bitchy mood.
“Shut-up.” I said with authority. Now, she looked better, fearful, confused, properly alarmed... as she should be. “You,” said looking at her, “are now going to be addicted to his,” I said motioning towards Bob, “sex puppet. You are now addicted to his slimy-greasy-cock. His obese body makes your nipples hard, his pimply face makes your pussy leak. He makes you want to be a slut for him. I don’t care if you’re married, if you have kids, if you live in China, you will always come back for his cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said lustily appraising Bob’s huge waistline, his sagging man-boobs, the pimples that dotted his face like pepperoni on pizza, and his greasy hair. She couldn’t help shifting her legs, rubbing her hot pussy in the motion.
“And, you,” I said to Bob, “will no longer need that blowjob from Kathryn, infact all you’ll ever need to get off from now on is to put this bitch back in her place. Enjoy!” I said grabbing the room key from the counter and walking to the elevator with my hot babes. “Entertain me,” I told them stepping into the elevator. As I pressed the button for the top floor I could hear the sounds of Bob’s fat slapping against the bitch’s slick cunt.
As we rose, I enjoyed groping mother and daughter even as they kissed and humped each other with passion. Their hands roamed each others bodies, Alexa’s slender hands drifted around her mother’s ass and gripped it tightly pulling her mothers body even closer grinding their squishy pussies together. Kathryn’s hands slid from her daughter’s back and head around to grope her tits, twisting the hard nipples through even through her tank top. Alexa’s tongue slid out from her lips, and Kathryn began bobbing her head back and forth sucking on it like as if it were a tiny cock. As the elevator climbed to the pinnacle of the building to the executive suite, Kathryn and Alexa reached their climax as well. Humping their pussies in-between each others legs with increased intensity and mashing their mouths together, saliva slobbering over each others faces.
The elevator opened to reveal a huge room filled with the best furnishings and a huge king sized bed. The room was covered in white furniture, drapes, sheets, all trimmed in gold. As the sluts practically fell out of the elevator behind me, I stepped into the master bathroom. Turning to them, standing in the doorway of the bathroom I said, “Get naked and make a bubble bath, clean each other up and I want you both to frig each other until I wake up from my little nap. While you’re doing pleasuring your daughter Kathryn I want you to tell your daughter all about being a good little slut, and everything she’ll need to know to please me.”
I stepped out of the bathroom, stripped my own clothes off and lay down in the center of the bed. Though I was tired from the nearly sleepless night before the operation it still took me quite awhile to drift off to sleep. Watching Kathryn and Alexa set the bath running and slowly stripping each other may have had something to do with keeping me awake as well. Getting a better look at their naked forms I couldn’t believe Alexa wasn’t a total slut before I met her. She had a slim waist, with a busty chest that must still be developing, well tanned skin and an ass so tight I had to restrain myself from getting out and taking her right there in the tub. Kathryn was no less beautiful, though her hips were broader, likely from childbirth, and her breasts were larger though only slightly saggy.
I slowly drifted to sleep, stroking my cock, as I watched the two of them up to their chests in bubbles, hands busy between each others legs, sharing sensuous kisses, as Kathryn told her daughter all the secrets to being a complete whore.
As I woke nearly two hours later to the feeling of two smooth—warm—bodies on top of me, and amazing sensation of a mouth slowly but strongly sucking down my cock, while another equally wet, mouth gently massaged my balls, occasionally sliding lower to rim my ass, I couldn’t help thinking back to how it had all began. How I had gotten the power to take control of an ordinary mother and daughter and transform them into my willing sluts.
It all began six months before, with the accident. A drunk driver on a late night—the usual story—luckily I made it out with only a bruise, a big bruise across my chest and neck from the air bag. Unfortunately, despite surviving without a scratch, the impact crushed my voice box. After weeks of trying to learn sign language, unsuccessfully, and I was finally put me in touch with Doctor Weston. He was working on an experimental prosthetic voice box.
It was by a stroke of luck that I was a perfect fit for his latest prototype. Though, my parents and I couldn’t help thinking there was catch when he offered to front the bill for the entire procedure. But, he came highly recommended and I was desperate for a chance at my previous life. I entered the operation room just hopeful that I would have a voice. I didn’t care that it would probably sound like a gravely perverse version of my previous voice, or even the computerized synthetic voice usually associated with robots. When I woke up, I alarmed at first, when I could make no more sound, than before the accident, but then Doctor Weston arrived to explain everything.
“Don’t strain yourself Mike.” He said genially. “You still can’t talk just yet, there’s a few things we have to make sure are okay before I can activate the box. It all went very routine and there’s no reason to suspect that anything went wrong with the surgery. I’d just like to give you’re throat a couple of days to mend before we try stressing your vocal cords. Take it easy for the next few hours, the nurses will check you out when once the anesthesia has completely left your system and I’ll see you in a four days at my personal office in Willow’s Corporate Square.”
Well I’d rested and waited as he’d said and reported alone at 9am sharp on the day I’d waited nearly six months to see. Stepping into the lobby I waved a hello to Nancy, Doctor Weston’s personal assistant/secretary. She waved to the open door behind her desk, indicating I should proceed directly inside to see the Doc. I noted as I walked past her that the lobby had been completely empty, something I’d never seen, Doctor Weston was a specialist in a rather unique field so he always had at least someone seeking a consult.
Entering his private office, I assumed my usual chair in front of his desk, and waited politely for him to finish a conversation I assumed was with his wife.
“Alright dear. Yes…Yes…No. I really must go. My 9 o’clock is here… Really, I must insist… Yes dear, love you too… Thank you honey but I don’t require luck I’m sure it will work…Bye.”
“Ah, Mike. Right on time. Frankly, as excited as you’ve been to get your voice back I’m abit surprised you weren’t here at 8 o’clock.”
I forced myself to wait in the car at least half an hour, I wrote on the pad my disability had forced me rely on.
“Ha, ha, ha, Well lets get started then. No sense prolonging your agony.”
The doc started typing on his computer, then looked up to say, “Alright I’m uploading the start command via Bluetooth now. You should feel a slight tingle then you should ideally be able to talk completely normally.”
Even as he said it, I felt an odd sensation in my throat opened my mouth to say, “Did it work?” Sounds stupid but it was the most important thing I could think of at the time.
Of course it did, and it sounded exactly like my voice had before the accident.
“Great,” said the Doc, “And now try the sentence: ‘The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog’ to see if the phonetic programming works with every letter in the alphabet.”
“The quick brown… fox jumps over… the lazy dog. Yes! This is amazing Doctor Weston! Thank you so much.” I said jumping up and down all over the room.
“Alright, alright, now calm down. There’s something else I wanted to ask you about. The reason, that is, that I fronted all the costs for the operation. Don’t worry,” he said seeing the expression on my face, “I’m not going to scam you Mike. I’ve been working on a synthesized voice that will sound perfect to anyone who hears it. The frequency it uses is based on a relationship between the waves called the golden ratio. I’ve worked years on it, and I’ve cleared the entire day just so we can test it in its entirety. So, I’m going to activate it now and we’ll see if it works.” He said as he typed the additional commands into the computer.
I had no problem seeing if his little private experiment worked, so I immediately nodded ready to try it out. I soon felt the familiar tingly feeling in my throat. “What should I say?” The voice sounded no different to me, but I could tell by the look on his face there was a major change.
“Nancy! Nancy! Get in here come listen to this, its amazing!”
She came running in quickly, looking alarmed, clearly she wasn’t aware of Doctor Weston’s private little experiment.
“What? What do I have to? What’s gone wrong?”
“Nothing! Nothing! Its all gone right, just listen to him say something.” He said to sooth her.
“Just sit down Nancy.” I said simply, trying to relax her, she still looked worried.
We all looked surprised when she sat down immediately—cross-legged—on the floor.
“My god, tell her to do something else, something she wouldn’t normally do,” the doctor said excitedly.
“Nancy take off your clothes.”
She began stripping even as she looked up at me alarmed. I was finally catching up with the doc had put together immediately. The voice apparently sounded so perfect that people that if I gave them commands they were forced to accept them.
“Doctor, step away from the computer. Doctor, you’re experiment was a complete failure, in your anger over this you’re going to delete all your data on it and give up the project entirely.” His face immediately changed colors to a puce red, and his wrinkles tightened into a deep scowl. I couldn’t bear to see him crushed that way though, especially since he was the reason I had this amazing gift.
“Nancy, as a secretary you have responsibilities to your boss to provide for his needs. Doc as a boss you have rights to use your secretary to provide for all your pleasures.” I watched as boss and secretary regarded each other and I could see in the Doc’s face how he was going to get over his experiments failure.
“Sorry the experiment didn’t work, but thanks for everything Doc,” I said as I made my way out of the office. Just imagining what my new life had in store for me, I glanced over my shoulder as I reached the door to the office.