The operation on Ororo was under way. Trask worked to remove Ororo's infamous X-gene and frowned to himself. He had brought in the genius-level geneticists, McCoy and Rao, to do these kinds of things for him and yet, here he was working on the mutant Weather Witch. Being the control-freak that he was, however, Trask had insisted that he observe surgical procedure after surgical procedure Rao had performed on various mutants since she was brought to Stepford nearly half a year ago. So by the time McCoy had arrived and had been converted into a Stepford man through and through, Trask was well-versed in the genetics of homo superior. Still, Trask had more important things to do than this at the moment and yet, here he was doing their work!
Trask then glanced over at Muffy, his head nurse, who was busily assisting him. Even through she looked and acted like an air-headed sexpot, her skintight spandex nurse's dress disgusuised the highly-intelligent woman behind the sex object. Muffy had been a head doctor at one of the top hospitals in the country, making her a prime candidate in the eyes of Stepford's elite to oversee the health and safety of patients in the Clinic. Unlike Kavita Rao, however, Muffy's medical knowledge did not separate her out from her male piers and she was chosen primarily to lead the Stepfordized nurse force by example. As such, her body and mind had also been reshaped to the Stepford ideal with her intellect and knowledge re-purposed as a tool of the lustful and obedient sex slave she had become.
Now, as the head nurse of the Stepford Clinic, Muffy's duties ranged from managing nurse schedules and caring standards to providing informed assistance in surgeries. Trask would say he was pleased with her consistent high level of performance. Thanks to hours and hours of subliminals, her programming meant that turning strong and independent women into the slutty sexpots and full-blown air-headed bimbos that populated the town made her extremely horny. This was evident at this stage of the surgery, as her huge, diamond-hard nipples presently poking through her uniform. However, not once had Muffy ever allowed her arousal to distract her from her duties, only waiting until after all her immediate responsibilities were met would she relieve her aching desire. Victor Trask had to admit he respected the professionalism, even if it was his own methods that had driven this attitude into her.
"The implant has been connected to her nervous system, Doctor," Muffy breathed, batting her long, curled eyelashes at him, "Everything is ready to remove Ororo's mutant X-gene."
"Is the patient properly anesthetized?" Trask asked, worried about what would happen if Ororo wasn't.
Muffy quickly checked Ororo over physically, her enjoyment of the process plain as day. Her bright blue eyes looked over the life readings on the monitor. She turned to Trask, batted her long lashed and murmured, "She's fast asleep, sir. Soon, sweet Ororo here won't have to worry about her silly mutant power and will be free to take her place as a true Stepford woman..." The nurse trailed off briefly, arousal rising in her voice, "It will be truly divine!"
Trask ignored Muffy's euphoric shuddering, the once dignified medical expert clearly taking a few seconds to imagine Ororo as a full-fledged Stepford woman. Trask had to admit he was looking forward to seeing and sampling the once strong-willed female X-Man, possibly in tandem with his beloved Kitten, but there would be plenty of time for that later. Now was not the time to anticipate future sexual exploits. Now was the time to focus and perform the surgery.
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"Ahhhhh! That's it, Henry!" Kavita Rao moaned, as Henry McCoy fucked her from behind in the control room. "Harder, you magnificent beast! Fuck me hard!" She gasped and cooed, and when she wasn't calling out to her oh so masculine lover, she was whispering over and over again to herself in a low, velvety voice, "You are the Hammer, we are the nail!"
They could see everything that was going on through a two-way mirror. When the nurse had made the announcement that the special implant that would forever remove Ororo's mutant X-gene had been connected to her nervous system, Kavita arched her back and screamed in rapture, a dazzling smile on her pretty face. Henry's hands were on her hips, his stiff cock fucking her for all she was worth. Her tight pussy welcomed each manly thrust light a warm, welcoming glove.
Henry so in control now. Not only of his wanton lover beneath him, bucking her rounded ass back into him, but of all of Stepford. He watched through lust-filled, conniving eyes, as Trask started to perform the surgery, and grabbed a large clump of Kavita's thick raven hair. He gave it a strong yank, and the Indian geneticist arched her back, letting out a loud moan of pleasure at the unabashed show of domineering force. It made her body quiver for more!
"Kavi, my dear, soon this town will be ours! In our hands it will become a paradise that fool Trask could not even begin to dream of. With you by my side, My Love, I can do no wrong!" Henry growled into Kavita's ear, before nibbling on the lobe. Rao, meanwhile, could only moan like a common street walker, as her heightened capacity for pleasure overwhelmed her reason. All he could focus on was the feel of her huge, Stepford-augmented tits bounce up and down in rhythm with her man's feverish thrusts into her tight, well-slicked pussy. However, the dazzling smile never left her face as she became aware of her one true mate pledging himself to her, and she could feel her climax building in response. She knew it would be coming soon, and with it, Trask's demise. Just the notion of the little worm getting his long-awaited comeuppance was sending her over the edge.
Finally, it was too much for the corrupted couple. Kavita felt Henry's cock stiffen in her pussy and she screamed as the orgasm tore through her own slutty body. The blissful sensation of her lover's white-hot seed filling her was almost too much for the slutty genius of a woman. Although she had retained her individualism and intelligence, her body had been remade into the Stepford ideal and that meant that her pussy contracted its muscles to milk each and every drop of cum into her all-too receptive womb. A stray thought popped into her mind that she could become pregnant and, a for a second, her eyes grew big and a wide, mindless grin graced her face.
Kavita barely felt the slow trickle of her own sex juices sliding down her dark thighs, nor Henry taking her hand in his. She just stood there, leaning against the chair Henry had fucked her over, and tried to collect herself. It was only when Henry's voice called to her, like a glow from a lighthouse to a ship lost at sea did she look up into his handsome face.
"It is time, Kavi," Henry spoke, his brown eyes looking directly into her own. She blinked her long eyelashes, and thought how she must look at the moment. She smiled up at him and straightened herself, thrusting her tits out. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and smiled wickedly over at what was going on in the surgical suite. Together, they pressed down on the button and watched what unfolded inside the surgical room.
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