Sylvia flipped another page of her photo album. A simple sigh passed her lips as she looked over the nearly memorized, fading images in the dog-eared collection. It was like being there all over again, camping out with her family when she had just turned 16. It was perhaps her most cherished memory, the last truly happy moment in Sylvia’s life. Her father had packed up the family, a stereotypical American ensemble with dad, mom, son and daughter. They’d trekked off to the mountains for a retreat from the bustle of the city and the drudgery of work. Sylvia remembered sneaking off after her father as he set out for a sunrise battle with the fish in a nearby river. Her father simply smiled when she finally popped out of the bushes on the riverbank behind him and they sat, with Sylvia curled under his arm to watch the sun break over the horizon, perfectly set over the river and framed by the trees and mountains on each side.

Sylvia pulled the book up and hugged herself consumed in her reminiscing. It hadn’t been long after that that her parents had died in a car accident on their way to work, killed by a man paying too much attention to his cell phone as he raced down the highway. After that, Sylvia and her brother bounced around the homes of relatives and friends until finally, she escaped off to college. Her life had been a jumble and she sought out meaning and family at school. She spent a few years in the sororities, but she found little solace there. Sylvia eventually muddled her way through a degree in accounting and settled into a menial job at a large firm. By now all that was left to her was her brother and the good memories she had of times gone by.

Work itself was an instrument of displeasure. Her job was boring and menial, not that she expected better, and her boss and male coworkers were a chauvinistic bunch. Most of the other women didn’t seem to mind their behavior, their leers and rude comments, but Sylvia’s patience soon wore thin. Her own sex life had been rather short, she’d experimented with a few boyfriends over the years, but none of her experiences were memorable. In truth, she felt a bit sorry for herself, wishing she could have the good times that her sorority sisters seemed to have. But to top that off with being leered at by a bunch of self-serving and uncaring men was more than Sylvia could stand.

Finally, she decided to approach her boss’ superior and request some relief to the obviously worsening behavior of the men working with her. Sylvia waited for only a few minutes in her outer office before being called in.

“Hello, Sylvia, what can I do for you?” Ms. Julie Verner asked as her employee took a seat across from her.

“I wanted to talk to you about the working conditions in accounting, Ms. Verner.” Sylvia said. She looked over Julie carefully. Sylvia knew little about this woman, except that she was in charge of this entire office. She also had an obvious beauty that was well crafted for her short hair and business suits. Sylvia was sure that such a confident and prominent woman would help right the wrongs taking place under her.

“Oh, yes, I remember now. I hate to say that I’ve received complaints about Mr. Graves before. I’m sorry that he’s decided to continue, and rest assured I will correct the problem.” Julie said. Her features took on a look of obvious displeasure.

“Thank you.” Sylvia replied. She was more than pleased to hear that, though she was slightly disturbed that there had been complaints before. Still, if the problem were resolved, Sylvia would be happy.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I’m going to set you up with a week at our corporate retreat. By the time you get back, I assure you that everything will be as it should be.” Julie continued.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense, I can’t very well have my team members frazzled by this kind of thing. I can tell you could use a little vacation, and I assure you that you’ll have no trouble relaxing.”

“Okay, Ms. Verner, thank you for being so kind.” Sylvia was shocked by the generosity of her boss, and she quickly started to look forward to some time off work where she could relax.

“Just doing my job, Sylvia, and I’ll be happy to have you back with us in a week. My secretary will give you all the details for your trip. Enjoy.” Julie dismissed her employee and turned back to her work as soon as Sylvia left. It was still a work day after all.

Sylvia took a moment to enjoy the view from the entrance of the resort. The resort was nestled on the side of a mountain, overlooking a picturesque view of a tree-lined valley that descended into a mist. The scene stirred her memories of her last trip with her family so long ago. She stood there for countless minutes taking in the warm feelings that had been stirred inside her before pulling herself together and entering the resort.

“Welcome to the Pinnacle Resort, you’re Sylvia, correct?” Asked the clerk as Sylvia strolled in the front door.

“Yes, how did you know?” Slightly stunned that the staff would know her on sight.

“Ms. Verner gave us special instructions to give you our best care. I hope you’re ready to enjoy yourself.” The clerk answered cheerfully, taking Sylvia’s bags.

“I just want to forget about work for a few days and relax.” Sylvia commented.

“Don’t worry, we’re a first class resort and we live to serve. You can be sure your every need will be met while you’re here. If ever you need something, don’t hesitate to call my desk. Also, everything is covered so don’t worry about the bill, Ms. Verner has extended you a full line of credit for your enjoyment. Please follow me and I’ll show you to your room.” Sylvia was stunned at the sheer helpfulness of the staff and Julie’s generosity. Sylvia had never been one to take advantage of others, but she didn’t want to refuse her boss’ gifts. She was quickly coming to anticipate having a good rest here.

The resort was fairly standard with pools, spas, and leisure rooms in addition to the staff, who were skilled in nearly every art of pampering known to man. By the end of her first day Sylvia was in heaven, scarcely believing just how wonderful it felt to be waited on hand and foot. All the tension of the past several years seemed to slip away under the careful handling of a masseuse. Sylvia didn’t even want to move for hours afterward, she was so relaxed. After that, a fine meal and a long bath awaited her until finally she went to bed, luxuriating in the silk sheets and cloud like mattress.

In the middle of the night, Sylvia was roused by noises in her room. She shot up and found herself being grabbed by both arms. Before she had a chance to cry out she felt the shock of an injection in her right arm and drifted back into unconsciousness.

Sylvia slowly awoke again some time later. She quickly realized that she was strapped to something like a chair, and that her head seemed encased in a strange looking helmet. Sylvia struggled for a moment, though her efforts resulted in little more than a few ruffled sounds and puffs of breath from the effort.

“Hello, Sylvia, I’m glad you finally decided to wake up. I do so hate it when I’m kept waiting.” Replied a gruff voice from beside Sylvia. She tried to turn her head, but found that it too was strapped tightly in place.

“I’m sorry, but we must get started, you’ve delayed me enough already. We’ll have plenty of time for introductions later.” The voice said in response to her movement.

“What are you doing to me?” Sylvia whimpered. She didn’t like this at all.

“As I said, we’ll have time for that later, besides you’ll understand fully in a few hours better than I can explain now. Please, relax, this can be rather painful if you fight it.” The voice answered.

Sylvia was not relieved by the response, though a strange tingling filled her head before she could form another frightened question. The tingling gave way to another set of stronger shocks coursing through her skull. In another moment, the pain seemed to magnify and Sylvia lost her ability to think straight. Simply, she screamed, locked in the strange horror that was consuming her thoughts as sparks seemed to be jumping inside her head.

The fireworks exploding within her head finally abated an unknown amount of time later. Sylvia simply panted with relief, her throat dry and raspy from her cries. She wondered just what was being done to her, when a strangely handsome man walked up in front of her and began to undo her restraints.

“Hello, Sylvia, how are you feeling?” He asked while he unbuckled the straps that had held her head down.

“What did you do to me?” Sylvia asked as she rubbed her wrists and pulled out of the chair and away from man.

“Simply what you came here for, Sylvia. My name is Jacob by the way.” He answered.

“What are you talking about?” Sylvia asked. She couldn’t imagine that she had somehow requested that she be abducted during the night and partially electrocuted.

“Don’t you remember why you came here?” Jacob asked with a strange knowing look on her face.

Sylvia answered before she’d even had a chance to consider the question. “Of course, I came here to be turned into a sex toy for my coworkers.”

Sylvia clasped her mouth in shock. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that. “No, that’s not right!”

“Come on, think back to when you checked in here, Sylvia.” Jacob replied to her stunned response.

Sylvia turned inward for a moment to examine her memories. She couldn’t believe her own words, but her mind was betraying her as well. Sylvia remembered checking in and requesting to be turned into a first class office slut slave.

“Why did I do that? I don’t want to become some office whore!” Sylvia balked, afraid more than she could remember. How could she have ever made such a request? She didn’t know what could have possessed her, but she couldn’t deny her own memory.

“I don’t know, Sylvia, I’m just here to help you along, would you like to go back to your room and rest?” Jacob asked politely, opening the door to the room.

“Yeah,” Sylvia sputtered, feeling fatigued suddenly. She didn’t even take notice of anything else around her until she was falling onto her bed. Sylvia barely even had a stray thought before plunging into a fitful sleep.

The next day she found herself accepting a breakfast date with Jacob. She didn’t know what was going on but he was certainly involved. Sylvia didn’t seem to be able to bring herself to leave the resort so at the very least, she wanted to know what was happening.

“Good morning, Sylvia, how are you doing?” Jacob welcomed as she pulled up a chair beside him. She was dressed in a loose blouse and slacks, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Sylvia hadn’t felt like putting much effort into her appearance this morning, even though she still noticed she was turning heads.

“Okay for a person who seems to have gone crazy.” Sylvia replied. It was the only answer she could come up with for her strange request of the resort staff. It was completely beyond her comprehension that she would do such a thing. Sylvia also was concerned that she couldn’t bring herself to leave, especially given what she was apparently staying for.

“You’re not crazy, just seeing the world differently, it’s part of your treatment.” Jacob commented as he slowly ate his breakfast.

“What treatment? Have you people made me this way?” Sylvia yelled. She certainly didn’t like that idea one bit. She remembered the chair now and the pain in her head. Sylvia realized what that meant an instant later.

“In a sense, but that’s our job. Besides, you understand that you can’t leave the program until your treatment are finished. So, I may as well answer your questions honestly.” Jacob answered calmly, sipping at a glass of orange juice.

“What are you people doing to me?” Sylvia sobbed. Jacob’s detached demeanor was just adding fuel to her inner torment.

“We are helping you to become a perfect office sex slave. In time you won’t even mind. I’ll explain more as your treatment progress. Now it’s time for another treatment.” Jacob said. His plate was empty and he shoved it aside and stood up.

Sylvia found herself dutifully following him back towards the same room she had been in yesterday. “Why am I following you?”

“One of the first things instilled in you is a compulsion to complete your treatment. That’s why you didn’t pack up and leave even though you wanted to this morning. Until the regimen is complete, you will willingly follow me or another handler to the treatment room.” Jacob explained as they entered the room.

Sylvia quickly sat down in the chair and placed her hands and feet so they could be strapped down again. Jacob strapped her down a moment later and lowered the helmet device back over her head.

“What does this thing do to me?” Sylvia asked, as her head was strapped in.

“Simply put, it changes your reality, Sylvia. You’ll understand after a few more treatments.” Jacob replied. He pressed the activator a moment later and cringed as Sylvia let out another blood curdling scream.

Sylvia drifted in and out of consciousness over the next several days, barely aware, as she was led into and out of the treatment room. It was only after her fifth treatment that she was allowed another long rest. She slept for half a day, and finally woke up feeling rested. She donned a terry cloth robe and strolled down to the central court to find Jacob. Sylvia felt different. She didn’t know just what had been done to her over the last few days, but her mind seemed to be bristling with strange but fleeting thoughts. Sylvia hadn’t been able to catch them yet, but she kept trying as she located her trainer.

“Hello, Sylvia, sleep well?” Jacob asked casually as he studied his subject. Sylvia carried herself with far more confidence than in her first days here. She even walked with a sexual flair that didn’t even register in her mind. Sylvia was a bit concerned with the leer Jacob was giving her, but found herself enjoying it as well.

“Yes, Jacob, I feel pretty good in fact.” Sylvia replied. It was true too. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so refreshed. She could nearly forget her impending fate for a moment in her current state.

“Good, then I think it’s time that you visit our more specialized facilities.” Jacob said. He quickly led her down to the floor below and then into a large lounge.

“Oh, God!” Sylvia gasped as she took in the scene before her. Dozens of men and women were all in some form or another of love making. A few seemed to have separated off on their own to rest or recover, but everyone else was fully involved.

“Do you see anything you’d like to try?” Jacob asked as he surveyed the room himself.

“No! “ Sylvia lied. She looked around the room again, unable to deny the growing ache from between her thighs. Back in college, she remembered taking part in orgies like this. Something seemed wrong about that, however. Sylvia review her memories carefully, almost counting the obscene things she’d done at the sorority parties. She remembered things so vividly, like all the times she’d been fucked to mind quaking orgasms. Sylvia seemed to remember every thrust of every man she’d enjoyed at those parties.

Still, something wasn’t right. Sylvia knew her sex life had never been that boisterous. Her own long-standing count was that she had made love less than a dozen times, yet it didn’t jive with her memories of her college years. Finally the realization came over her and she nearly exploded at Jacob. “You Bastard! How could you do this to me!”

Jacob took her punishment until she finally sputtered to a halt, panting and glaring at him. “That is simply the treatment process, Sylvia. You remember your college years as they should have been, and that will help you to become what you came here to become. You know why you made the request now, don’t you?”

Sylvia stumbled back a few steps in awe and horror. Her own mind wasn’t hers any more, her memories had been twisted, and changed to better suit the new Sylvia they were making. She knew the answer to Jacob’s question though she wouldn’t admit it. Sylvia requested to become a sex slave because she wanted to be more than just a common whore like she’d been in college. She knew it was a lie even though her mind contained every fact needed to support that very idea. At that moment, Sylvia found herself locked in mortal combat for her mind, trying to wrest from it her true memories of her past life. It took her looking before her college years to find memories that seemed proper. Sylvia latched onto them for dear life, fearing that they would be twisted next and taken from her.

“Come now, Sylvia, are you sure you don’t want to join in?” Jacob asked again. He still held himself calm and reserved as Sylvia sobbed own a few steps away.

“Please don’t do this to me.” She pleaded. Sylvia shook her head in denial. She did want to join in, her memories of those wild college parties kept coming back to the front of her mind. The sheer pleasure and animal lust that had so wonderfully consumed her in those false memories was abounded around her as she whimpered and cried. Every moan, or grunt, or slap of flesh on flesh brought back another flashback to Sylvia, causing her to relive a past she had never had. The effect was all too real for her, her own mind telling her just how much she’d enjoyed her own sexuality. The truth was something left to the wayside as Sylvia was overwhelmed by her own internal struggle. Her own inner fires were burning, aching to join in, to be the slut she told herself she had been, even though she knew it was a lie.

“It’s okay, Sylvia.” Jacob took the sobbing woman in his arms and simply held her as she continued to cry.

“I don’t want to lose myself.” Sylvia whimpered as she sobbed against Jacob’s chest. His warm embrace helped soothe her, but as she relaxed, the battle within her gave way. The sounds and smells around her all prodding from her memories, making her fully aware of the other uses for the strong man she was pressed against.

Jacob waited patiently as the inner turmoil of his patient abated. He could feel her transformation as she slowly moved from simply being consoled to gingerly pressing her body into his. Sylvia’s feminine musk was already wafting into his nose, telling him that she had almost certainly integrated her new memories.

Finally, Sylvia looked into his eyes, pleading with him. “Please, I don’t want to become a slave.”

It was both truth and lie, her mind was still coursing with the conflicting thoughts. Sylvia could remember her own conviction as she told the receptionist, she wanted to become the office slut only a few days ago. Still, she knew her true convictions and just how impossible it was that she had done that. Her memories of college were no different, a conflict of greater truths with the details of her memories. So she pleaded with Jacob, her eyes begging for relief from this agony and for a moment, Sylvia thought she saw him yield to her.

Then he leaned forward slightly and kissed her, gently on her quivering lips. Sylvia melted instantly at the sheer sweetness of the gesture. She found herself eagerly returning the intimacy, pressing her lips back against his. Her entire body melted into his, consoling herself with his presence, his warmth. The greater insanity of her situation melted away, leaving only her, her needs and this strange man.

The sounds of passion around them beat against her unconscious mind, bombarding her with her own memories of past times, or her own liaisons. Sylvia’s reserves were gone now, fiction or fact didn’t matter, the immediacy of her needs were all consuming and her own mind remembered just how to douse those flames.

She pulled back from their kiss for just a moment, whispering an undirected plea. “Please.” Jacob merely smiled and pulled her back to him, again kissing her deeply. Sylvia wrapped her arms around him as their lips met, and their tongues danced as their hands each other fully. Her body was now aching with lust as she pressed herself against him sensually.

Then they pulled apart, taking a brief moment to look at each other. Sylvia was overwhelmed by his handsome form, the strength and security that seemed to radiate from him. Her mind overflowed with images of what a man like this could give her, had given her. The needs of her flesh finished off any resistance left within her. Sylvia felt more aroused than she had known, that her memories told a different story didn’t matter. Her body called out to be soothed and Sylvia felt no need to fight it.

Sylvia took the flaps of her robe in both hands and pulled back, revealing her naked flesh. That morning she’d felt strange when she didn’t put on any underwear, but she remembered that she hadn’t worn any since college. Now she didn’t regret her decision as she let the robe fall to the floor, and she stood fully exposed, ready for what came next. Her body was lovely, at only 26 she had kept herself in good shape, curved, but not fat, and her comfortably sized breasts hung proudly from her chest with only the slightest droop. Sylvia looked to her keeper with a full arsenal of pent up desires yearning to be sated. She ran her hands through her long brown hair as she invited him to partake of her body.

“Jacob, please make love to me.” Sylvia radiated arousal in that moment, aching to soothe her primal urges.

Jacob silently disrobed before her, his eyes never straying from her as he shed every piece of clothing. Sylvia was lost in his eyes, sensing his own needs, and his concern for her. She didn’t even realize he had finished his undressing when he closed the gap between them. Sylvia let out a gasp as their naked flesh touched, and he reached down to kiss her again. Her breasts mashed against his hardened chest and she could feel his ready member pressed against her stomach as their tongues danced again. Sylvia couldn’t help but wonder how good a lover he would be, and enjoying her new found memories of being wonderfully fucked. She only hoped that he could be as wonderful of a lover as those guys in college had been.

The kiss seemed to drag on forever while their bodies melted together. It was such a wondrous feeling, Sylvia thought, but she was impatient for the next part of the joining. She pulled back from her partner, smiling seductively as she tugged him over to a round mattress only a few feet away. Sylvia centered herself and fell back onto the cushioned surface gently, dragging her lover with her. Finally, she was on her back, with her legs parted for Jacob, who was kneeling between her opened thighs.

No words were needed in that moment. Sylvia reached between them to hold his shaft, and guide it to her eager gates. He simply descended towards her, pressing forward as her hand guided his member to her waiting nether lips, already moist with anticipation at devouring his hardened rod. They paused there for only a moment, long enough for their lips to meet, and then the two lovers pressed together, joining as man and woman. Sylvia moaned with joy as she felt her outer lips parted and her tender flesh spread wide by his shaft. They stayed locked together, nearly motionless, joined lip to lip and cock to cunt, savoring the wonders of their shared passion. Their hands explored their joined bodies, caressing and kneading the other’s flesh.

Then in amazing unison, they pulled back together. Sylvia gasped into Jacob’s lips as she felt her pussy collapse behind his retreating fullness. She moaned again as the trust together again, wonderfully filling her tender interior. Sylvia could scarcely believe it could be this spectacular, her memories told her of great orgies and the pleasures of the flesh, but her flesh had never known those pleasures till now. She eagerly joined her lover as he set up a rhythm of thrusts into her inflamed flesh. Their rhythm was slow, methodical, allowing Sylvia to savor every sensation of the shaft moving in and out of her. It was just like old times, she thought, reflecting on the many hours she’d spent like this in college, enjoy the pleasures of any man who would have her. Sylvia couldn’t understand how she could have considered turning down this kind of pleasure, then or now.

Then suddenly, Jacob paused, his shaft impaling her fully, and he rolled onto his side, pulling Sylvia’s hips with him so he wouldn’t slip out of her. He casually cupped one of her quivering breasts. “Are you enjoying yourself, Sylvia?”

Sylvia quaked with pent up passion. Her inner flesh magnifying every twitch of the member resting inside her. She even enjoyed the feeling of his strong hand enjoying her offered breast. Sylvia felt so wonderfully feminine in that moment, not even believing it could be so greatly fulfilling. “I’m in heaven, Jacob, you’re so wonderful.”

Jacob then rolled onto his back, pulling Sylvia with him. He didn’t let her have a moment to consider her new position, grabbing her hips and resumed thrusting into her.

Sylvia simply moaned as he assaulted her flesh, reveling in the sensations. She was straddling him now, her legs resting on each side of his waist. Her breasts bounced with every one of his sensuous thrusts, tickling Sylvia’s senses with the feelings of her hardened nipples running forward and back across her lover’s chest. It was oddly novel to her, even as it complemented so many experiences that she remembered. For a strange moment, Sylvia even giggled, laughing at the notion that a woman who had slept around so much could find such awe and novelty in the act of making love still.

Her mood slowly shifted, savoring the memories of her past escapades as Jacob continued his leisurely pace. Sylvia began to push back with even greater energy, letting her passion flare with each new thrust. Jacob acceded to her will, thrusting into her with even greater speed. Sylvia lowered herself again as she continued to move with her lover. She kissed him passionately again, moaning into his lips as his pace increased.

With a sudden motion, Jacob rolled over again, expertly guiding Sylvia onto her back without leaving her writhing pussy. Sylvia spread her legs as widely as she could for the final assault, positioning her hips to accept him. He rewarded her a moment later as he pounded into her with a passion enhance fury that astounded Sylvia. She cried out with joy, her entire body bouncing with each rapid thrust. Her body was exploding with sensation, each moment, drawing her closer to some pinnacle she still couldn’t fully appreciate. Her tender nether lips clasped and seethed around the invading shaft, devouring Jacob’s member with every thrust. Sylvia clamped down against the wonderful invader, helping flair the sensation of every plunging motion.

Their motions blurred as each moved towards the mutual release they were seeking. Sylvia was awash in passion, rocked to the core of her being. Then, as if sensing the right moment, Jacob descended upon his partner, kissing her just as the pinnacle was reached. Just as their lips touched, Sylvia felt a wave of pleasure course through her. She wrapped herself around him as the flood hit her. Her body quaked with ecstasy while her lips parted for an awe filled cry of pleasure. Even her memories of orgasms past were no comparison to this moment, her flesh bristling with pleasure, still wonderfully impaled on Jacob’s twitching cock. Sylvia even reveled in the strange sensation of warmth spreading within her depths, knowing it was her lover’s seed.

As she rested in the afterglow of their passion, still joined at each pair of her lips, Sylvia reflected on their coupling. It had been more stunning that even her memories had told her. Her inner conflicts long past, the simple natural feeling of those memories brushed aside any concern she had for their reality. She savored the feeling of Jacob’s receding cock, a strange sensation that brushed her with a now familiar novelty. Finally, she was ready to move on.

“Thank you, Jacob, that was wonderful.” She chimed. “Would you mind if I enjoyed the rest of the party?”

“Of course not, Sylvia, please have fun.” Jacob replied, rolling off Sylvia and letting her assemble herself.

Sylvia stood up, unconcerned for her nudity and surveyed the room. There were so many possibilities, so many memories to affirm. She quickly spied a handsome young man who looked eager to join in and trotted over to him. Sylvia looked forward to a full night of fun just like in her old sorority days. She’d fucked men all night long in those days, and now she was willing to see if she still had what it takes.

Sylvia woke up late the next day. Her body ached from the previous night’s exertions, though she didn’t regret it one bit. She’d made love to every man in the room and some she even did twice. Jacob had left soon after she had left him, which Sylvia regretted. Of all the night’s partners she’d enjoyed him the most.

After a quick shower, she sauntered down to the lounge for food, as she felt pretty hungry. She found Jacob sitting at a table enjoying his breakfast, and she sat down beside him.

“Good Morning, Sylvia, you look like you enjoyed yourself last night.” Jacob remarked.

Sylvia giggled. “Yeah, it was fun, takes me back to my sorority dawn. We’d throw parties just like that and I’d fuck around till dawn. Boy, was it great.”