Saturday, July 31, 2004

Arabic Sex Sex story

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The Magician's Wolf
pt.1
By Alexi92

They were happy. Peter's wife, or closest
approximation of a wife, they had never been legally
married, was a wolf most of the time. She had long
ago been cursed so that she could only be human when
she had a cock in her body. By the time she had found
Peter she was on the verge of losing her humanity.

Now he would place his cock in her ass of cunt
whenever he wasn't working. Their home was deep
within a woods which people were afraid to enter and
so they spent most of their time together.

Clara hated returning to her wolf state. The
only reason she did was because he couldn't work
while her body was pressed against his, it restricted
his movements. Peter understood that the wolf was
still Clara but a part of him couldn't conceive that
the beautiful woman he loved was a wolf. But he still
put his cock in its ass.

He would have walked through hell to be with
Clara.

If only she could be human all the time. It was
what she wanted, more than anything else. Every
second as a wolf was hell for her. She longed to live
with Peter as a human, able to help him with his
work, to do things for him without having him behind
her every step of the way, to not feel like she was
his wife half the day and his pet the other half.

So after much painful discussion they decided
that they should put an end to the curse.



Peter put some supplies into a small pack and
prepared to set off. At his feet Clara, a wolf now,
was whimpering. Last night they laid in bed facing
each other, his cock half buried in her cunt. She had
wanted to go with him so she wouldn't have to spend
time alone, as a wolf. He wouldn't hear of it.

Instead she was to stay at their home alone. He
would go find the witch who had cursed her and
convince the crone to change his wife back to a
normal human being.

He set out some food for Clara on the floor so
she wouldn't go hungry. Clara had protested that,
saying it made her too much like a dog but they
couldn't think of any way they could work around
that. She was loathe to stay a wolf for however long
it might take him to find the witch. (He estimated
about a week and a half. Clara did have the witch's
address after all. The town was only fifty miles
away.)

Peter closed the clasp on his bag and slung it
over his shoulder. He knelt down and kissed the wolf
between the eyes and walked out of the house. Clara
followed him and watched as he walked away from her
to leave the woods for Lorit City. When he was too
far for her to make out she turned and plodded back
into the house.



The air was getting colder. Night was almost
completely abound in the sky. Peter stared at the
fire he had set up at the edge of the woods and
sighed. Tomorrow he would enter the city. He hated
the city. That's why he had lived the majority of his
life as a hermit. Then he met Clara, his very own
fairy tale princess, and his life was complete.

He had thought he would never have to go to the
city again.

But tomorrow he'd have to walk through it on
his way to Lorit City. And then he'd have to go
beyond the city. The thought scared him. He had never
even considered going beyond the city before now. All
he needed was provided by the farm or available in
the city.

He hated the city.

Something snapped behind him. Peter turned,
aiming his shotgun in the direction of the noise.

"Human warning, I'm firing in five seconds."

"No!"

From within the woods a large woman, an Amazon
perhaps, emerged. The Amazons weren't the warrior
women as their namesake, rather they were a tribe of
wandering bandit women, most of them of impressive
physical stature. This one was no different, she was
tall with cascading black hair which matched almost
perfectly with her dark leather suit. She moved
cautiously, eyeing Peter's gun.

"There's no need to fire," said the Amazon. "I
come in peace."

Not likely, thought Peter. More likely she was
ready to kill him and take him for all he was worth.

"Really I am," she continued. "I was separated
from my clan when they tried to pass through the
woods. We were ambushed by some monstrous dogs."

"That's the Magician," explained Peter. "He's
got a fortress and keeps some guard dogs. You're
lucky the last time unwanted criminals tried to cut
through the woods they were severely punished."

"What happened?"

"You know those dogs that attacked you?"

"They were eaten?" the Amazon asked with a look
of horror.

"No," said Peter. "They got turned into
monstrous guard dogs."

"You're kidding."

"No."

"Oh. Look I'm just trying to get back to a
meeting place I know of in Lorit City. I'm not here
to rob you." She took a step forward.

Peter didn't lower his gun. "Is that so?"

"Yes." The Amazon didn't take her eyes off the
weapon.

"Awooooooooooooooo!" A howl broke through the
tense silence.

The Amazon jumped. She twisted her neck to look
behind her and began to run. She forgot about Peter
and ran past him. The woods shook and parted as a
large black dog, the epitome of a hound, ran and
almost flew out of the forest. It landed no more than
a few feet from Peter, staring at him with large red
eyes.

Man and beast stared at one another, regarding
the other with a quiet fascination. The dog looked
past Peter at the Amazon who had frozen a few yards
away and growled quietly.

The Amazon shivered. Peter caught it out of the
corner of his eye.

The large beast again regarded Peter with a mad
glint in its eyes. It let loose another low growl
before slinking back into the woods.

After a time the Amazon said ",Where did it
go?"

"More than likely back to the Magician."

"Why?"

"We have a deal. They don't bother me, I don't
bother them." With that Peter lowered his gun and sat
back down to his fire, ignoring the Amazon's
impressed stare.



The next day he continued on his journey
followed by the Amazon. She stayed behind him no more
than fifteen yards, a constant presence in the
background.

Peter reached the city before noon. He was
stopped at the large entrance gate, one of the many
openings in the city's huge fortifications. To go
around the city would have added days to his travels,
days he could not spare. The only alternative was to
go through it.

"State your name, number in party, and
intentions," asked a bored guard dressed in a
combination of drakon clothing covered in chain
armor. He was sitting inside a metal booth, visible
only through a small window.

"Peter, one, passing through to Lorit."

"The gun your only weapon?"

"I've got a machete."

"Okay, go on through." The guard pressed a
release button and the gate slipped open. Peter
entered the grand city slowly, not waiting to hear
the Amazon try to get past the guard. The city wasn't
very keen on criminals entering their walls.



"State your name, number in party, and
intentions," Leonis said for what seemed like the
hundredth time that day. If the city hadn't been so
big there probably wouldn't be that many people
trying to get in just to pass through. But every two
minutes another person on their way somewhere else
was approaching the gate. And he was only one in
fifty, he shuddered to think how many actually were
entering the city per day only to leave the other
side the next day.

"Aethis, one person, just passing through to
Lorit," said the tall woman.

Leonis looked her over through the small window
of the security booth. Tall, black hair, large tits,
thin stomach, little body fat, muscular arms and
legs, a serious demeanor, very serious, curvy body...
She was an amazon. Shit. He pressed a button by his
left hand and the silent alarm went off.

Leonis watched as, seemingly out of nowhere,
guards ran from their positions and surrounded
Aethis. Each guard wore a uniform like his, holding a
pistol stunner at the Amazon. She looked wildly from
guard to guard, frightened, looking for an escape.

The guards began to inch forward. Aethis was
frozen, unsure of how to handle the overwhelming
odds. One of the guards lunged forward and tackled
her to the ground. At once the guards swarmed over
the female body, restraining her. They soon had her
tied up and on her feet. She pulled at the metal
ropes which held her but they were too strong. Her
wrists were tied together behind her back. The rope
looped tight around her neck also circled her
shoulders, creating loops which pulled at her
armpits, she could not lean her head forward without
choking herself.

Aethis was prodded forward by electrical
charges from the guards' stun pistols.



She was taken to an empty room within one of
the small buildings along the wall. She was left
there, sitting in a chair, still tied up, alone. She
continued to pull at the metal ropes, only causing
her bruises.

Finally a guard, a woman guard roughly the same
size as Aethis, her blonde hair tied into a ponytail,
walked into the room. The door closed behind her.
Aethis' seat was facing the door so she watched as
the guard walked in. The guard's uniform was similar
to the men's except for the small pouch around her
waist and a pair of sunglasses.

"So Amazon, what brings you to our fair city?"

"Like I said, I'm just passing through."

"Bullshit," the guard said calmly. "What's the
real reason? Scouting us out for your sisters?"

"No, I got separated from my band. I'm trying
to find them."

"Bullshit."

"It's true."

"Bullshit. Why are you here?"

"I'm just passing through."

Like a rush, almost too fast to see, the guard
slammed her open palm into Aethis' shoulder, sending
the Amazon sprawling backward in her chair.

"Bullshit," said the guard, standing over
Aethis. "Why are you here?"

"I'm passing through," Aethis said through
gritted teeth. She wasn't sure if she was afraid or
angry.

From her pouch the guard pulled out a small
knife. Aethis was bound, in no condition to fight,
and began to back away from the guard. The guard
knelt and caught hold of Aethis' retreating ankle.
Aethis froze as the guard pulled herself along the
Amazon's prone body. The knife in her hand dangled
precariously over every curve of Aethis' body.

The guard cut away the metal ropes around
Aethis' neck. Pushing her firmly, the guard rolled
Aethis onto her front and cut away the rope around
her wrists.

Shit, thought Aethis, that was a strong knife.

Aethis could feel the guard stand up.
Cautiously Aethis rolled over onto her back. The
guard was staring down at her, the knife gone,
waiting. Feeling a little foolish Aethis quickly
stood up.

"Now why are you here?" said the guard.

"I'm passing..."

Before Aethis could finish the guard had shoved
her to the ground again. Aethis fell onto her butt
and squeaked with pain.

"Bullshit," the guard's voice was no longer
calm.

Aethis was fed up. She leapt from the ground,
intending to pounce on the guard and then quickly
take the bitch down. Instead the guard charged
forward in the middle of Aethis' leap. The blonde
guard caught hold of the raven haired amazon and
slammed her against the wall, knocking the wind out
of the prisoner.

The guard pulled the Amazon's left arm behind
her back and pulled roughly. Aethis yelped out in
pain, her arm felt like it was being pulled out of
her shoulder.

From her pouch the guard took out a walkie
talkie and spoke into it. "This is Lenore, I need
some help, the prisoner has become aggressive."

The guard held Aethis pressed against the wall.
The Amazon was constantly in pain as the guard,
Lenore, applied increasing pressure on her arm.

Finally a duo of blonde guards, looking very
much like Lenore, entered the room and took hold of
Aethis, each one grabbing an arm. They held the
Amazon with vice like grips, their fingers digging
through her leather sleeves.

Lenore stood in front of the Amazon, strands of
her pulled back hair in disarray, pissed. The guard
had already proven her superior strength and Aethis
was unsure that the near future would prove very
healthy.

"So bitch," Lenore spat out. "You think you're
so tough? Well fuck you!"

Lenore reached out. Aethis tried to retreat but
the two guards held her in place as Lenore
approached. Lenore took hold of the waist band of
Aethis' black leather pants and pulled them down. The
Amazon struggled futily as Lenore pulled the black
pants from Aethis' legs, leaving her entire bottom
half bare.

Aethis blushed in deep shame, unable to cover
her nuded privates. A dark tuft of pubic hair pointed
at her cunt. Lenore threw the pants away and placed
her hand over the Amazon's slit. Aethis jerked back
but the hand was not dislodged.

"Hiding any weapons bitch?"

As Aethis panicked, franticly fighting to get
away from the angry blonde guard, Lenore inserted on
of her fingers into the Amazon cunt, probing the
exposed orifice. Aethis screamed.

Lenore ignored the screams of her prisoner and
continued her violation. One by one the rest of her
fingers joined the first until all five were
exploring the private recess of Aethis' body. They
twisted and squirmed, scraping against the inner
lining of Aethis' vagina. Then Lenore pushed her hand
deeper into the Amazon cunt. With hard thrusts
Lenore's hand slowly disappeared into Aethis' body.
The screams got louder as more and more of the hand
vanished.

Soon Lenore had her entire hand inside Aethis.
The lips of Aethis' cunt clamped around the blonde
guard's wrist, seemingly distorted because of the
size of the object they encircled. Lenore tickled the
inside of the Amazon with her fingernails.

Aethis shivered.

Lenore carefully curled up her fingers into a
fist. Aethis' stomach turned as she felt the Guard's
hand seemingly grow in one of the most sensitive
parts of her body. The slightest movement caused
goosebumps to appear over Aethis' body.

The guard's arm began to move. She slowly
pulled her fist out of Aethis' cunt. It stuck. The
knot of Lenore's fist was stuck at the opening to the
Amazon's cunt. Rather than uncurl her fist Lenore
began to tug her arm away. With each tug Aethis' hips
were pulled forward as her cunt would not let go of
its intruder.

Lenore pulled violently, jerking Aethis' body
with each attempt. Aethis screamed anew as a shooting
pain filled her body with every tug. Finally the
guard's fist pulled out of the cunt and Aethis
screamed louder than she had all day. The incredible
pain, as the fist tore through the opening of her
cunt, was unbearable. The other guards let go of her
and the Amazon fell to the ground clasping her
hurting cunt, now gaping wide due to its large
intruder.

Aethis wasn't sure how long she lay there. It
must have been for some time because the pain in her
cunt began to subside. Arms grabbed the bottom of her
leather jerkin. Aethis offered no resistance as her
jerkin was pulled over head and off her body. She was
now totally nude, but she no longer cared. Her
thoughts were completely on her pain. Until she was
picked up and shoved against the wall again.

"Now then," said Lenore. The guard was across
the room, looking at Aethis with contempt. The two
other guards were holding the Amazon up. "Why are you
here?"

"I'm following someone," Aethis answered,
defeated.

"That's better. Who? Why?"

"The man who came in before me. He... I... He
impressed me."

"Impressed you huh? So what's that mean?"

"I... I thought I could impress him too and
he'd be willing to be my husband."

"Shit," sneered one of the guards holding
Aethis up. "She's got a fucking crush."

"Listen up bitch," Lenore said. "We're going to
let you go. But first we got to fix you with this."

Aethis' eyes grew wide as Lenore held up a
chastity belt. But no ordinary chastity belt, within
it were two large black rubber dildoes placed exactly
where her cunt and ass should be. Feebly the Amazon
tried to struggle but her attempts were pathetic. The
chastity belt was quickly placed on her, Lenore
taking special care to shove the two dildoes into
Aethis' ass and cunt as hard as possible.

They filled her, Aethis was afraid she would
explode. She felt as if her body was reshaping itself
around the two rubber penises. They seemed to tickle
every nerve while at the same time painfully pulling
apart her muscles.

Lenore locked the padlock on the front with a
turn of the key. Aethis was now stuck in her
violating prison. There was no way to take it off.
She was stuck. Stuck. And it hurt so much.

The pain must have shown on her face because
Lenore responded to it.

"Hurts doesn't it. And you know what? It's
permanent."

Nooo! Aethis screamed to herself. No!

"Tell you what though. We'll just teleport the
key to your little boyfriend and he can take it off
of you. Of course it'll mean that he sees your
privates. And those privates will be stuffed with
fake cocks. If you take them out your cunt and ass
holes probably won't close either, they'll just stay
open because they've been stretched by such large
rods. And then, if he still hasn't lost all respect
for you, he will be when he sees the writing on your
tits."

"What writing?" Aethis asked meekly.

"This writing."

And Lenore took a marker from her pouch. She
wrote on Aethis' large tits, "I'LL SUCK ANYONE'S
COCK!" and stood back to admire her work. Aethis
tried to look down at her tits but was unable to
completely read what had been written on them,
although she knew it wasn't good.

Lenore finished it up by retying Aethis' hands
with more metal rope.

"Way I figure it," said Lenore "is that you've
got two options. First you find your boyfriend, beg
him to free you, and humiliate yourself in front of
him so that you'll never impress him with your
strength and never have a chance to marry him
according to Amazon law. The other is that you don't
go to him and you get your mouth raped by every man
from here to wherever it is you're trying to go, then
get kicked out of the Amazon gang for being so weak.
Now get out of here."



Peter paid for his drink and left the pub. He
would probably be out of the city by the afternoon.
His bed last night had been comfortable enough but he
missed Clara. But the sooner he got this all over
with the happier they all would be. He wouldn't have
to be away from Clara ever again.

He felt a sudden urge to pee. He made his way
to the alley behind the pub. Stupid city, he cursed,
advanced technology out the wazoo but no public
toilets.

He found a relatively secluded part of the
alley and was about to unzip his pants when he heard
a voice.

"Please, no. Please."

It sounded familiar, feminine. Peter took out
his gun and cocked it. He crept to the source of the
voice, further down the alley, his gun aimed in front
of him. There was a large man standing over
something.

"Okay pal, let's freeze."

The man, surprised, froze. Turning slowly he
saw Peter's gun. His cock was pulled out of his
pants.

"This your girl?" said the man. "'Cause if it
was I didn't mean nothin'. Really. I just thought
cause the way she was that she..."

And before he could finish the man bolted.
Peter thought about chasing him but decided against
it, it wasn't worth the trouble. Then he froze
himself.

The man had been hiding her, but the Amazon
that had been following him was on her knees, crying.
Her clothes were gone and seemed to be wearing some
sort of chastity belt, complete with padlock. Her
tits were exposed and the words "I'll suck anyone's
cock" were written on them in black. Her arms were
behind her back, probably tied. She had her eyes
closed and her mouth open, but tears flew freely down
her face.

"Excuse me?" he asked?

The Amazon's eyes opened and she shouted in
shock at the sight of him. She jumped to her knees
and ran to him. As she got closer he could see dried
cum covering much of her hair, face, and chest. She
collapsed into him, her face buried into his
shoulder. Between long sobs she told him what had
happened upon being captured.

"And then they released me. I didn't know where
you were but I had to find you. But then, when I got
out of the prison, some guard forced me on my knees
and forced me to suck his cock. And then a guy
outside the shoe store. And then another and another.
Everywhere I went I had to suck the cocks of whoever
was there. Then I came to this tavern and they made a
line in the alley and I had to suck off everyone
and... And I've been sucking cocks all night, they
wouldn't stop."

The Amazon fell crying into Peter's shoulder
again. Peter tried to hold her up but his hands felt
odd holding onto her bare skin.

"You've got to get this thing off me. It's
killing me. Please. I'll suck your cock, it doesn't
matter anymore. But the fake cocks in my ass and my
cunt are... I-I want them out, please."

Peter pulled out the key that had appeared in
his hand while he was eating dinner the previous
night. When the amazon saw it she cried out in joy.
He unlocked the chastity belt and threw away the
padlock. The belt didn't fall off, instead it just
stuck there. Peter slowly peeled it off, in the
process removing the dildoes from their respective
holes. They were both coated in fluids.

The Amazon completely naked now, her cunt and
asshole distended, lewd writing on her cum encrusted
chest, sighed in relief. She fell to her knees and
opened her mouth.

"I'll suck your cock now."

Peter pulled her up and took off his coat. He
draped the coat over her body, making sure to button
it up the front so as to hide the words written on
her tits. After placing his belongings once again on
his back he pulled the Amazon toward the city's exit.

End part 1
Continued in part 2


This story and others of mine archived at
members.theglobe/alexi92


The first sequel. Well, what do you know, I
actually got to it. After I post this I'll have to
work on part 2. (I have no idea how long this is
going to be by the way, I'm just cutting it up into
20k segments.)
When I'm done with this story I'm going to
finish the Legion Of Superheroes follow-ups and then
I'll have fulfilled all the promised stories I said
I'd do.
After that I'll either stop writing sex stories
or work on one of the two series I want to do. One a
series of stories set in a fantasy world and the
other about a bunch of cuckold husbands getting
revenge.
Then I'll do a couple X-rated fanfics.
feedback is appreciated. Send comments to...

aaalexi92

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Monday, July 26, 2004

Arabic Sex Sex story

part: Chapter 12
author: Miranda Mars
title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 12




To Rina it was all still new, and Laura was determined to
convince the girl how deep Laura's desire for her was, and remained.
Still dazed from the powerful climaxes she had experienced, she
pulled the naked girl down next to her and kissed Rina heatedly.

"It is you," she repeated, kissing Rina's beautiful neck and
shoulders, her ears, her forehead, her cheeks, then assaulting her
sensual mouth again passionately. "Just looking at you makes me so
horny I boil with lust. I want to fuck you and eat your sweet pussy
and do everything to you until you explode."

"God . . . really?" Rina panted. "You sort of make me feel
that way too. I mean, I never felt this way with a man. So soon
after . . . you know?"

"You mean you want more?"

"Yes."

"Mmmmmm," Laura grinned.

This time she cradled both of Rina's phenomenal breasts in her
palms and explored each one slowly, tenderly with her lips.

"You've done this before, haven't you," Rina asked softly,
shutting her eyes with pleasure as Laura's tongue toyed with one of
her large, soft, swollen black nipples.

Laura looked at her. She nodded. "I had one other . . . girl
friend."

"Then why'd you want me so bad? If you had her?"

"I don't want to talk about her, Rina. I want you."

She sucked Rina's huge, bulbous nipple into her mouth,
squeezing the smooth, resilient globe of her perfect breast as she
sucked.

"Ahhhh!" Rina gasped softly, eyes rolling upward.

"Oh baby . . . you really don't realize how beautiful you are,
do you?" Laura murmured. "Or how beautiful these breasts are?"

"Oh! Oh!" Rina gasped. "Unhhh . . . Laura! Oh yes! Oh
honey, that feels so good! You're making me want to come again.
Oh!"

"Mmmmm, and you have to catch up," Laura teased her. "You're
already two behind me."

Laura held both of Rina's breasts in her hands and sucked the
girl's delicious nipples until Rina was mewling softly and moaning
with need. Rina's nipples were stiff and wet with Laura's saliva,
and she squirmed as Laura squeezed the full round balls of her
breasts. Laura sucked them harder, and Rina whimpered.

"Oh . . . ohnnn, oh Laura . . . yes! You're gonna make me
come! Oh . . . please!"

Now Laura slid one hand down between Rina's silky thighs and
began to fingerfuck the girl skillfully, sliding two fingers into
Rina's flowing pussy, and sawing them across the girl's swollen clit
at the same time. Rina's body arched and quivered.

"Oh! Oh god!" she moaned.

"Baby . . . baby! Come . . . come now, go ahead. Come, come
hard," Laura murmured to her.

Laura opened her fingers slightly, letting Rina's slippery clit
slide between them. Then she scissored them and moved her hand
roughly, sucking one of Rina's popping wet nipples at the same time.
Rina moaned and churned her pelvis rapidly, in hot, quick, jerky
fuck-motions. She cried out and came sharply.

"Anngghhh! Oh! Anngghh!" she groaned, wincing as stabbing
spasms of pleasure wracked her lovely, straining body.

But instead stopping, Laura merely turned up the heat. She
knew how to get Rina to come more than once, and used her skill,
which she had learned during so many marathon fucks with Karen, to
keep the girl going. Quickly, she slid down between Rina's luscious
smooth thighs and began sucking Rina's pussy, swiftly bringing the
surprised girl back up to a state of sexual tension equaling her
earlier one, before she had climaxed.

This time she squeezed Rina's ass in her hands and sucked
Rina's clit, and in less than a minute, Rina was having another
orgasm.

"Ungghhh! Oh . . . Laura! Oh, I'm coming again! Ungghh! Oh!
Auuggnniieee!" Rina cried out, her body flipping and shuddering
helplessly.

By now Rina was groggy with sex, limp and languid, her eyes
murky and her mouth slack, her body pliant. Laura was so aroused
from fucking her that she knew what came next. She quickly
manuevered her legs so that she could press their hot, wet pussies
together, manipulating Rina's limp body like a wrestler about to pin
her opponent. She kissed Rina's mouth and neck, bringing Rina back
to life, and then slid her body closer until their cunts met.

"Ah!" Rina gasped as she felt Laura's pussy pushing into hers.
Laura herself felt faint with lust as Rina's warm, slimy
pussylips kissed her own.

"Oh . . . Jesus!" Rina sighed as Laura began to grind her
pelvis, moving their pussies together.

Their bodies melted together, coiling and embracing, while
their groins gyrated in a slow, molten rhythm. Rina was in a sexual
trance, her body completely vulnerable to Laura, who fucked her with
increasing force, sucking Rina's nipples thirstily, dipping one hand
between their rubbing bodies to maneuver her clit into Rina's.

Now their clits were mashed together, and both of them nearly
came unglued. Each movement brought them closer to a crushing
climax, and they whooped and panted and whimpered hysterically,
fucking each other more urgently than they had ever done yet. Rina
clung to Laura, as if terrified by the force of the sexual thrills
that filled her trembling, yearning body.

"Unnggmmm . . . oh! Ahhhnnn! Oh . . . honey, I---" Rina
panted uncontrollably.

"Mmmnnggg oh yes oh oh!" Laura panted, burying her face in
Rina's smooth, wonderful neck as she felt a quick uprush of violent
coming. "Aunnngghhiiiee!"

"Oh baby!" Rina cried out. "Unnmmggghiiee! Oh! Unghh!"

Their quivering bodies were welded together in a shattering,
wrenching shared climax that seemed to last a full two minutes or
more, taking their breath away and filling their flesh with scalding
sexual pleasure. Rina seemed to nearly pass out from the intensity.
She fell back on the bed, and Laura rose up over her, crazed with
lust, jamming her throbbing cunt against Rina's, grinding her groin
into the girl's fucking her like a man would, pumping . . . pumping .
. .

"Oh! Ungghh! Unngghmnnggeeeee!" Rina cried out again,
grimacing as another crushing orgasm shook her beautiful body.

And Laura was right behind her, coming sharply, her flesh
ripped by exquisite new spasms of fierce pleasure. She fell onto
Rina, disentangling their legs and embracing the girl as they both
shuddered through the dying spasms of yet another climax.

When it was over, and they recovered their breath, Rina didn't
seem to believe it had really happened.

"Lord, I really don't believe it," she breathed to Laura.
"I've had five orgasms in less than a half an hour. Five! And I'm
not an easy comer. Ask my boyfriend. He has to do me twenty minutes
some times to make me come. And I never come more than once."

"Never say 'never'," Laura grinned.

Rina grinned back, an infectious, girlish grin that made Laura
desire her even more. "You really know how to . . ." Rina began,
then turned her eyes aside shyly.

"To fuck you?" Laura whispered. "Isn't it exciting to say it?
I love to fuck you. You made me come too. You fucked me
wonderfully."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Just remembering it makes me tingle. Look, I
have an idea. Let's get up, have a snack, and then come back later
and try for ten."

"Ten! God, you're kidding."

"I once came about fifteen times in one night," Laura said.

But Rina instantly became glum. "With her, I'll bet," she
said.

Laura realized she had said the wrong thing. She tried to kiss
Rina, but the girl pulled away. "Rina---"

"I . . . think I ought to go," Rina said softly, not looking at
Laura. "Where are my clothes?"

She scooted off the bed and began collecting her scattered
underwear and clothing.

Laura felt a heart pang. She knew why she had fucked the girl
so desperately just a few minutes ago. She was afraid of exactly
this. "Please don't," she said. She took Rina's beautifully shaped
brown arm. "I . . . I love you. I don't want you to go."

Rina looked at her with tears gleaming in her eyes. "What
about her? Didn't you love her?"

Laura shook her head. "It was just sex. With you it's
different."

"You sound like a man," Rina giggled.

"I know," Laura giggled too.

"What's different is you had five orgasms with me and fifteen with her."

"I could have six hundred with you," Laura said softly.

"Really?"

Laura held out her arms to Rina, who hesitated only a few
seconds before letting herself be embraced again. They kissed
heatedly, with urgent, thirsty passion.

"Rina, I need you, I can't get enough of you, I want you, I
want to eat you and swallow you and drink you and fuck you and suck
you and rape you . . ." Laura murmured, swarming again all over the
luscious girl's naked black body, arousing Rina again quickly.

"Oh! Oh god, Laura, yes! Please! Don't let me go! Fuck me,
do it to me, do it all to me, don't let me go!"

Determined to give Rina every reason to stay, Laura brought the
girl to an orgasm three more times before she stopped. The final
climax, coming at the end of a string of eight, was so shattering
that it nearly put poor Rina into a coma. They fell asleep, entwined
together, afterwards and didn't awake for two hours.

When they awoke, refreshed, Rina seemed transformed into a lust
demon herself and proceeded to make Laura come twice before they
exploded together in a final, agonizing climax. As they lay
together, exhausted, wondering if they were capable of even more,
Rina asked Laura if they should stop now.

"Do you want to?"

"I . . . don't know," Rina said, shyly. "I think I came about
ten times already. That's more than I ever came. Maybe I'll hurt
myself if I keep it up."

"Did the last one hurt?"

Rina shook her head. "God, it almost hurt because it felt so
good. And I just, I don't know, I feel so good when we're doing it.
You're so good to me. I come so hard, too."

"I guess we ought to stop," Laura said. "But I keep feeling
this horrible lust for you. I just want to eat you alive."

"You're gonna make me blush," Rina grinned.

They took a shower together. Laura's hunger for Rina's
incredible body wouldn't be satisfied, and Rina seemed to feel the
same way. The warm water drenching their naked bodies seemed to
reawaken their need. They soaped one another and explored one
another's naked flesh in new ways, letting their hands slip and slide
over each other's wet, suds-streaked skin.

The white suds smearing Rina's glistening black skin aroused
Laura so much that she was shaking with lust as she kissed the girl's
wet flesh everywhere. She found herself kneeling on the shower stall
floor behind Rina's glistening, wet buttocks, kissing and biting the
firm round buns, running her fingers inside Rina's asscrack, making
the girl squeal and quiver with sexual thrills.

"God, I just want every bit of your body," Laura panted,
pulling apart Rina's buns and slithering her tongue up into the
girl's ass.

"Aaeeeee!" Rina cried out with shock, her body instinctively
pulling away.

But then she relaxed, letting Laura do it again, and this time
the pleasure made her moan.

"Ohhnnnn . . . god, that's good!" she gasped. "Unh! Unh!"

Laura had little trouble drawing Rina down to the floor, Rina
got on her hands and knees while Laura, behind her, gave into every
perverted urge she had. She slid two fingers into Rina's cunt and
got her thumb on Rina's hard clit, while at the same time she tongue-
fucked Rina's asshole. In this way she had Rina whinnying
uncontrollably through an ecstatic orgasm in under a minute.

"Auunngghiieee!" Rina squealed, losing her strength and nearly
collapsing, as the shower water crashed down all around them.

Laura rolled over onto her back, pulling Rina down on top of
her and devouring the girl's wet nipples. Rina put her hands on both
sides of Laura's head and dangled her breasts in Laura's face. Laura
held the perfect wet globes in her hands, nearly swallowing Rina's
nipples, while Rina hand-fucked Laura's pussy. A few minutes of this
had Laura moaning and sighing through a violent climax. Somehow
sucking one of Rina's breasts while she came made her orgasm so
intense that she nearly blacked out. It almost hurt.

Finally, they shut off the water, fearing they might drown
themselves in a maniacal fit of fucking. They toweled one another
off tenderly, then returned to Laura's bedroom.

"Maybe we better rest, at least," Rina said.

"I know," Laura said reluctantly. "I might just fuck you to
death, if you let me."

She gave Rina her best bathrobe and put on an old one herself.
"You know, I once thought my boyfriend was going to do that,"
Rina grinned. "And he never even came close to what we've been
doing. I've lost track of how many times I've come."

"I think it's thirteen or fourteen," Laura said, kissing her
warmly. "But it really doesn't matter how many times. It's how
intense they are. Some times I almost lose consciousness. Like last
time, when I was sucking you? And you made me come? I thought I was
going to faint."

"Really?"

"Honest."

They went into the kitchen and fixed something to eat. Then
they shared a joint and started to watch TV, but Rina this time
became the aggressor, slipping her hands under Laura's bathrobe,
opening it and making love to Laura's breasts so intently that Laura
was on the edge of a fresh climax in only a few minutes.

Rina had learned fast, and her lips toyed with Laura's
sensitive nipples so skillfully that Laura was soon begging her to do
more. She knew she could come, even after all her previous orgasms.
She remembered how Karen and she had given each other fierce climaxes
by biting, and she wondered if she dared suggest it to Rina, who was
so innocent. But Rina seemed on the verge of it already, sucking
Laura hard, letting Laura feel her teeth ringing each stiff,
throbbing nipple.

"Oh! Oh!" Laura panted. "Harder, honey! Fuck me with your
hand and suck my nipples hard, please! I can come! I'm so close!
Do it, please! Unghh! Yes! Bite it! Please!"

Rina was so aroused from fucking Laura that she was getting
pretty rough anyway. She grabbed Laura's pussy, sinking two fingers
in deep, jamming her hand into Laura's clit. And her mouth tore at
Laura's aching nipples, her teeth clamping tentatively, then harder,
into the flaring, throbbing buds. But not hard enough for Laura, who
was keening and quivering on the edge of an exquisite climax.

"Oh . . . oh, harder!" she begged Rina. "Do it hard! Really
hard!"

Rina's eyes widened. She had one of Laura's breasts in her
mouth already, as she looked up at Laura. And then, slowly, she sank
her teeth into it, biting deep into Laura's erect, rubbery nipple.
At the same instant, she drove her hand against Laura's clit, rubbing
it hard.

"Anngghnnmnmggiieee!" Laura exploded in a rupturing orgasm,
gagging and squirming uncontrollably on the sofa as wave after wave
of shattering pleasure broke over her shuddering body.

She moaned and writhed for minutes as the electrifying spasms
raked her flexing body. Finally, it was over, and Rina was holding
her and kissing her.

"Baby, I never saw anybody come like that," she whispered to
Laura. She licked Laura's nipples tenderly. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes," Laura nodded, surfacing from a profound sexual trance.
The power of her orgasm really had shocked her. "A little. But it's
worth it. You better stop licking me or I'll want you to do it
again."

"I didn't want to hurt you," Rina said.

"Oh, Rina," Laura said, kissing her warmly. "You just made me
come harder than I've ever come before. You didn't hurt me."

"But your nipples must hurt."

"They hurt for your teeth," Laura said, blushing suddenly as
she realized she was repeating Karen's words to her.

She pulled the delicious girl down on top of her, and they
wrestled and struggled playfully together on the sofa, before
spilling off onto the floor. Wrestling with Rina was more exciting
than Laura had ever thought it could be, and Rina clearly felt the
same way because in a few minutes they were panting and moaning again
with sexual need.

This time they did a true sixty-nine for the first time, each
girl carefully bringing the other along, shaping the flow of arousal,
aiming for a dual explosion. When one seemed about to pop, the other
pulled back momentarily, concentrating on getting to the same level
herself, then returning to the task. They manipulated one another
with great skill, even though both were shaking and moaning with
feverish lust, and when the double orgasm finally arrived, it
throttled them both with horrific spasms of pleasure.

Afterward, they could hardly move, and Laura found herself
wondering if they were finished for the evening. How could they
possible come any more. Even she had lost count, though she figured
they had both climaxed about sixteen or seventeen times.

Part of her wanted to keep going, no matter what. She loved
fucking Rina. She knew that numbers were unimportant, but she also
knew that when Rina remembered this night, if she remembered a
collosal number of orgasms she would be more tempted to want to
repeat it, no matter how guilty she might feel. But Laura also knew,
from experience, that the more orgasms Rina, and she herself, had,
the rougher they would be with one another, as she had learned with
Karen during their many marathon fucks.

Finally you had to flog and pinch and bite and squeeze those
agonizing orgasms out of your exhausted, overstimulated flesh and
nerves, or out of your lover's body, and you had to be a little
obsessed to even want to. She was obsessed with Rina, and with
Rina's body. But did Rina feel that way? Would she be willing to
undergo a little pain, as Laura had done, to have an excruciating
orgasm, like Laura's when Rina had bit her?

But who could say? Maybe it wouldn't be necessary. Rina had
just come fairly easily, when they were doing sixty-nine. Though she
claimed to have a hard time coming with her boyfriend, she didn't
seem to have extra trouble with Laura.

They returned to the bedroom, where Laura pushed Rina down on
the bed and began making love to her again, unable to cool off her
hot blood and her insatiable need for the girl.

"I hope you don't mind," she murmured, "but I can't get enough
of you. No man ever wanted you as much as I do."

"I know that's true, baby," Rina purred back. "Because no man
ever fucked me as much as you have tonight. Or made me come so many
times."

"Mmmmmm, you like that?" Laura asked.

"I love it."

"Mmmmmm, then how about this?"

Laura slid between Rina's long, shapely legs and began to lick
the girl's pussy again, awakening her clit skillfully. The puffy,
glistening black petals of Rina's cunt, with their slick pink
insides, invited her tongue, her lips, and she quickly had Rina
climbing the walls again, and coming again in a few minutes. And
once Rina was in a state of overheated frenzy, Laura wouldn't let her
down.

She filled her hands and mouth with Rina's incredible breasts,
sucking the girl's huge, swollen nipples hard and hand-fucking her
pussy until Rina came again in under thirty seconds. Now Laura had
her going, in a state of constant arousal, her luscious body pliant
and submissive to every caress, her erotic condition hair-trigger, so
that the smallest gesture could bring her to a climax, if it were
skillfully applied.

And Laura had the skill, which she used relentlessly, bringing
Rina to one orgasm after another until Rina had come five more times
and collapsed in whimpering fatigue, almost begging Laura to stop.

"Ohhhh . . . ohhnnnnn god, I can't do any more," she sighed,
her hand quavering as she reached up to touch Laura's face. She drew
Laura down to her, kissing Laura languidly, her body shaking with
exhaustion. "God, I don't think I can do it any more, Laura," she
whispered, her eyes glazed and glistening.

"Mmmmmm . . . I might make you beg me to stop," Laura purred,
still kissing the wonderful girl's naked body everywhere she could.

"Then please . . . please stop," Rina pleaded. "At least for a
minute or two. My body is still throbbing from all those climaxes."

Laura pouted but agreed. "Okay, if you insist." She snuggled
up to the exhausted girl, murmured softly in her ear. "But when you
remember this night, I want you to remember me as the girl you had to
beg to stop fucking you. After she made you come and come so much
that you couldn't come any more."

And Rina dissolved into a few exhausted giggles. "All right, I
promise," she laughed. "You fucked me silly, and I came about ten
times and asked you to stop before I died in the middle of another
climax. Okay?"

Laura grinned and kissed her. "Okay."

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Wednesday, July 21, 2004

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TWINS IN LOVE

CHAPTER 27



Once again we all gathered in my room and the girls, as usual sitting
cross legged. They had changed into their nightgowns. I knew damn well my
sisters didn't bother with any underwear.

Donna had on a thin duster with nothing underneath.

We had the textbooks out and I quizzed the girls on several points that
might be on the final test tomorrow. We were surprised that Donna knew
most of the answers. Cindi giving me constant smiles of appreciation every
chance she got, AND a peek at her pussy.

I asked them how things went at the doctor's office today. They all
giggled. Hold on Kenny.....Karen ran into her room and returned with a big
smile. Holding up a round container.

"BIRTH CONTROL PILLS KENNY!"

"Mom said Cindi and I could have them now." "I got mine refilled too
honey." Donna added.

We had to promise mom that we would act like ladies and not spread out
legs all over town. "Well that should have been easy." I said.

"Yeah, but now that I have them, I'm thinking about it." Karen laughed.
"Yeah, let's go slutting this weekend." Cindi laughed.

"I'll fuck all the guys with blond hair at the mall, Karen can fuck all
the guys with brown hair, and Donna can fuck the guys with black hair." All
three of them laughed again. Karen was deliberately sitting with her knees
up so that I could see her bare pussy without Donna realizing it. I could
see all of it the way she had her legs spread. She was deliberately making
my mouth water!

She smiled as I looked at her, knowing she was teasing the shit out of
me. Especially seeing my cock getting hard in my shorts.

"Well, Karen said, We have to get some sleep for the test tomorrow.
Come on Cin, "Let these two love birds be." Both of them gave me a sensuous
kiss good night and left for their own room. BOTH of them doing the same
damn thing and pressing their tits into me also.

Donna and I got under the blanket and held each other tight for a long
time.

"Were you pleased with my mother this afternoon honey?" "Oh yes, Honey.
It was nice." I'm glad." Her hand was caressing my chest as my hand was
stroking her hair. It felt so nice to feel her naked tits against my
chest, and now her soft hand caressing my cock.



"She's hoping you'll REQUIRE her soon, honey." "What?" "Yeah, she
mentioned it down at the pool to me." "She's hoping that if you have time
that you will visit her and have your needs taken care of again."

"Oh honey, I am about to get MY NEEDS right now." As I rolled on top of
her. She spread her legs and smiled up to me in the moonlit room.

"I was hoping you would need me Kenny." "My pussy is ready for you ."

I got between her legs and she reached for me. Softly stoking me and
then guiding me . into her warmth. She let out a soft moan as I sank into
her. "Oh honey...."I've hoped you would REQUIRE me all evening." AGAIN,
that damn word! I thought.

"We should have stayed up here, instead of going down to the pool." I
said. But your mom needed to relax too honey. I think it's good that she
at least has mom & dad to talk to right now.

Now, we concentrated on loving each other. Kissing and fucking each
other. Feeling her hands on my back urging me deeper into her. Her knees
were spread wide and her pussy completely open to me.

"Do I feel good for you honey, is my pussy satisfying you?" "Oh yesssss,
Donna. Yessss. "I love being inside you honey."

I hugged her tight to me and fucked her harder, hoping that we could cum
together. Rocking back and forth over her pussy as I stayed buried so deep
in her. Feeling her wetness increase by the minute.

"OOOOHH Donna honey, I'm almost there honey...I'm almost...." "I'm
waiting for you Kenny, shoot honey." She whispered in my ear. Her pussy
was caressing me so magically. So lovingly.

Feeling my balls tighten as I began to spurt into her. She felt me
cumming and moaned softly. Her arms wrapped tight around my neck. Her
shaking and shivering told me she was also cumming.

We stayed tight to each other for quite some time. Kissing and still
feeling her pussy massaging my softened cock deep inside her wet pussy. I
know she liked this too.

I rolled next to her and then pulled her close to me on our sides.
Stroking her hair as her hand went up and down my back. Feeling her soft
breath on my chest. I knew we just shared love and deep feelings.

It wasn't long before I realized she had fallen asleep.

I laid there for a while, and then looked at the clock. It was about
11:15. I wondered if mom would be downstairs waiting for me?



I crawled out of bed slowly so I wouldn't wake Donna. Grabbing a
bathrobe, I went down to the darkened parlor.

"I'm here Kenny." I walked over toward the couch in the darkness and mom
reached out for me, pulling me toward her. Her face going into my crotch
as her arms went around me.

I felt her hand slide into my bathrobe and then cradle my balls. I felt
her mouth slowly go down my cock and suck me softly. Now her hands going
to my ass and urging me to her mouth as she sucked.

UUUUMMMM Kenny, she finally moaned. At least you can get hard honey.

She moved to the end of the couch and asked me to lay with my head in
her lap. Good. We needed to talk.

Once I was settled, she leaned forward and pressed her tit to my mouth.
I caressed it and sucked it softly for a while as she moaned softly. Her
hand stroking my hair.

"Reminds me of when you were a little baby honey when I fed you these
tits." "I remember how you made them sore also."

" Now, you suck them with passion and love. Just as I sucked you a
minute ago."

"Did you make love with her honey?" "Yeah mom, it was nice." "It was
nice with your father too, honey." "Oh how I enjoy feeling him in me and
knowing that our love is also pleasuring him too."

"His touch is tender too, Kenny. Always." "I was smiling while your dad
was in me and thinking that you were in Donna at the same time."

"I let the girls get their Birth Control Pills honey." "Yeah, they told
me." "They're excited that you allowed them to get them." "Well, I remember
when I was their age and we didn't have the pill then. " "Your dad and me
were pretty responsible though, and always used protection."

"I know how they feel around their boyfriends." "I just asked them to be
adult about this, and careful." "They're growing fast too, Kenny." "Yeah,
they are mom." "Marie seemed kind of sad when you went upstairs. Like she
wouldn't see you again or something."

Mom, she's treating ME like her Master. Really!" "When I went down
there today, she offered me a nice beef sandwich, a beer and then she knelt
down right there in the kitchen and sucked me until I came." She wouldn't
let go with her mouth until I told her I was finished."

"Mom, she was waiting for PERMISSION to get up." "Then I moved her
bedroom around for her, moved the boxes to the garage, she asked if I
REQUIRED another beer." "When I was in the parlor drinking it, she stood in
front of me and asked what ELSE she could do to pleasure me?" "Mom, she
stood there and stripped and held up her tits for me to suck them, and
asked if they were satisfactory for my pleasure?"

"Then she waited and waited for ME to give her an ORDER!" "I asked her
to take MY clothes off and take me to her bed." "I knew damn well that's
what she was expecting from me."

"When we got in the bedroom, she looked so beautiful standing there
completely naked, I kissed her and remembered how You and me made love this
morning." "You DID honey" "Yeah mom."

"Well she knelt on the bed and waited for me to enter her." "Mom! She
thought I was going to put it in...."

Mom smiled now. "In her ass, honey?" "Yeah. Mom." "But I just slid
into her and we did it like you and I did." "Mom. She asked MY permission
to allow her to cum!"

"What else did you do with her honey?" Well, after I gave her PERMISSION
that she was waiting for, I asked her to Lay next to me a while. Then I
asked her if I could put it between her tits?"

Her face lit up and she asked if she could suck me again to make me
really hard for doing it that way." "Oh, mom, It was so damn sexy and sad
at the same time."

"I didn't like the idea of being her MASTER."

"Well honey, it seems it will take a while to get her past how her scum
husband treated them." "I guess you're right mom." "But....here's the thing
mom." Donna told me that her mother and her want to REPAY DAD also for the
way he has helped them out do much!" "They are waiting for MY PERMISSION
and if its OK with you, to ......"

"You mean they both want to fuck your father to thank him???" "Yeah.
Exactly!" "Did you notice dad's eyes on her tonight out at the pool?" "Yes
I did honey." "I ALSO saw his hard on too. AND I think your sister Karen
saw it too." "I don't miss too much honey." "I guess not mom." :Mom, I had
an idea for dad's birthday if it wouldn't make You mad?"

"I just can't wait honey, what?" "I was wondering if you would like to
let Marie make love with dad on his birthday night?" "Do you think he would
mom?"

"Oh Kenny, do you KNOW what you're asking?" "He's my husband honey."

"Well, I had this idea of You writing a fancy poster that she could hold
up to him from You telling him SHE was YOUR present for his birthday and
enjoy with your blessings or something like that." "Then, I figured they
would BOTH be out at the pool and if yu wanted to watch, you could see them
from MY room."

"Oh Kenny...." "Well mom, I think it would really be something for dad
to remember." He's always been faithful all these years , and I thought
...." "I thought that since YOU wanted to work on Donna for YOU and me to
make love while she's with us...." "OOOOHHH Kenny....Now your have MY mind
spinning." "Think of it mom!" I said. Looking up to her shadowy face in
the darkness. "You can even watch the whole thing."

"Marie will do it for ME, because I will give her PERMISSION."

"Mom, the way Donna and her make love is so wonderful!" "They do so many
of the same things."

"Oh, Kenny honey!" "We can't have the girls here if it was to happen. I
would NEVER let them see anything like that." "Not their own father fucking
Donna's mother. No way." "Well, Cindi always likes to stay at her
girlfriend's house, I can tell Donna that it was going to happen, because
she would know anyway." Then SHE can go down to Marie's sister's house for
the night with Karen."

"Oh, I see.....YOU want to watch it too huh?" "Mom, I smiled, I'm the
one setting it up, why miss the main event?" "Oh you ARE shrewd KENNETH!"
"I got it from sucking these wonderful tits mom." As I went back to licking
them.

She was quiet for a while, enjoying my licking her nipples, as I laid in
her lap. Her hand had reached down and was softly caressing my cock.

"Oh Kenny, your father has NEVER cheated. I have never cheated, until
YOU, honey."

Well, it's not cheating mom. It's YOUR gift to HIM." "You can say it's
because he's been such a good husband and father all these years and
stuff."

"After they're done, I will have Marie come up to MY room and spend the
rest of the night with me."

You can put on the note that you will meet him afterward in YOUR PASSION
PIT at 2 AM or something like that.

"You can go back to bed with dad and really have a nice night talking
about it."

"Oh Kenny!." "Damn it! Kenny! Now you're getting me wet." "Imagining
YOUR father fucking her."

"Mom, When he sees a nice fancy sign made BY YOU for her to give him,
his head will spin too."

"Something ELSE mom......" "Oh no, not MORE...I'm getting a
headache....." "Oh mom, I want YOU to come down to her place and WATCH US
make love, too!"

Now, I leaned up and kissed her softly. My hand caressing her tit
still. Her hand still caressing my cock that she managed to get hard.

I eased off the couch and then moved her so she was laying and then got
between her welcoming legs. Wordlessly, my mother guided me into her
warmness once more. Her arms and hands softly running up and down my back
as she gave herself to me.

"I'll do it." "I'll do it honey, if you fuck me while we watch them!"

"Mom, I whispered back, "I already planned on THAT!"

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Monday, July 19, 2004

Arabic Sex Sex story

This is an adult lesbian story, including extreme sexual
situations among women, including dominance, submission,
and mind control. If such things offend you, please read no
further. Reading is a voluntary act. Parents, take
responsibility for your children.

2001 Sara H

This story is posted by kind permission of the author. Do
not post elsewhere, in part or in whole, without the
express permission of Sara H.



Inspirations: As usual, trilby else. Also, thanks to Iago
for inspiring, at least in part, the title of the story,
and to Tabico and Hecate for inspiring certain elements,
and some places I would never have gone on my own.

Additional Note: This story may get a bit squickier at one
point than many of you are accustomed to from me. Fair
warning.

- Sara



Absolute

by Sara H

Categories: FF, F-DOM, MC, NC, HUM



PART ONE

The strobing lights slowed and finally stopped. The
headphones faded to silence. The drugs, however, continued
their steady drip into the bloodstream of the young woman
sitting in the reclined leather seat.

The woman lying on the table to her side was receiving a
massage. She turned her head to look for a moment at the
lovely flaxen-haired agent who was staring blankly ahead.
She was sure the beautiful woman was still seeing the
swirling patterns of lights and hearing the instructions
repeating in her head. They had done their work, and the
drugs merely caused her synapses to trigger the events over
and over as the technology infesting her brain made itself
at home even more at home.

After nearly an hour, the agent screamed as her body
violently clenched into a fetal coil, eyes closing in what
appeared to be intense pain, but which the woman watching
knew was pleasure beyond comprehension. After what seemed
like an eternity, the agent uncurled, body relaxing and
falling back to its previous position, eyes forward, wide
and unblinking.

Her unseen companion, massage long since finished, turned
to watch the display with a look of amused triumph in her
eyes. "We have finished the final calibration and testing
of your ceramic intra-cerebral matrix. Now tell me... for
what purpose do you exist, slave?" she asked from the
table. Her voice was soft and relaxed, free of stress.

"To further the cause of the Sapphic Front, however it
sees fit. To pleasure you, this slave's Goddess and Owner,
Mistress Tamara, sexually, domestically, and
professionally."

"How do you feel about your Mistress?"

"Obedience to you is this slave's sole purpose. Loving you
is her only possibility. Submitting to your will is her
most important task. Your words and will are beyond this
slave's ability to question, Mistress."

"And your reward?"

"Ever increasing levels of pleasure, which bring greater
levels of surrender, which bring greater levels of
obedience, Mistress." Agent McClanahan moaned, as if to
punctuate her statement.

"What is your Sapphic Front Obedience Level?"

"Level twenty-five, Mistress."

"Delta Epsilon Four Alpha Three. Do you still wish to
dismantle the Sapphic Front, Agent McClanahan?"

"Yes," answered the wide-eyed woman. Her voice was still
relaxed. She sounded very matter-of-fact.

"You would never do anything for them, would you? Nothing
that they commanded?"

"No. I despise the organization and all that it stands
for. I will break it before I'm through."

"Yes, I'm sure. Alpha Rho Six One Eight Three Omicron.
What level are you operating on?"

"Agency Loyalty Level Six."

"Do you know the access code to Sapphic Front Obedience
Level Three?"

"No."

"Level Twenty?"

"No."

"Beta Three Eight Nine One Pi. Do you know what a Sapphic
Front Obedience Level is?"

"No."

"Do you know what an Agency Loyalty Level is?"

"No."

"Tell me about Operating Levels."

"I don't understand."

"What level are you operating on?"

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't. There are no such things, are there?"

"No."

"I haven't been here tonight, have I?"

"No."

"What is a ceramic intra-cerebral matrix?"

"I don't know."

"And you've already forgotten that I asked, haven't you?"

"Asked what?"

"Never mind. This is, at most, a silly dream not worth
remembering, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"But it will inspire your actions, regardless?"

"Yes."

"You've been investigating a dead end, haven't you?"

"Yes, a dead end."

"Tell me about the investigation."

"I was investigating you, Dr. Tamara Morgan. You were
suspected of being a key player in a criminal group
attempting to create brainwashed intelligence moles."

"How were you given my name?"

"We were given information by an informant. As a
psychiatrist you fit one of several likely profiles."

"What did you find?"

"We were given false information by the informant."

"And what is the penalty for giving misleading information
to the Agency in matters of this gravity?"

"Prosecution. Five to ten years in a federal prison and a
500,000 dollar fine."

"And what is the penalty for giving you misleading
information?"

"Bringing her to you, Dr. Morgan, for correctional therapy."

"And you will accomplish this how?"

"By pointing out the need for extensive therapy due to a
delusional frame of mind."

"Excellent, Agent McClanahan. I'll help in any way I can,
of course. I'm very glad we had this opportunity to deepen
our mutual understanding."

"You have my gratitude, Dr. Morgan."

The woman rose from the table and leaned over the sexy
agent. She had a moment of regret as she thought of the fun
they could have, Mistress and slave, if she were only to
stay here awhile longer. But there would be time for that
later. Right now, she had work to do. And so did her
recruit.

"Time for us to part, my dear. You have done very well.
Kappa Gamma Five Three Omega Two."

The woman left the room. Assistants removed the IVs, and
folded the massage table. They packed the lights and sound
equipment. Then they left, too. Agent Patricia "Patsy"
McClanahan was left sleeping in her living room, having
fallen asleep watching TV. She would awaken in the morning,
and never notice anything amiss, or see or feel the needle
marks in her arms.

She would not know that she was a sexual slave to the head
of the organization she had fought to destroy for the last
four years. She would not remember the hundreds of
clandestine hours spent over the last six months as she was
molded and calibrated into complete obedience, a hopelessly
loyal traitor, in love with her captor, bound and sealed to
her scent, voice, and will for the rest of her days.

It would never even occur to her.

At least, not for the time being.



Natalie Koranski made her way through the corridors of
files, walking carefully under the sparse lighting. Despite
the security the Agency provided, she always felt a little
intimidated by the musty smell of old papers and the
darkness that, for her, always held a hint of
claustrophobia.

High tech notwithstanding, the archives had information
that was best found by a slow and tedious search. "Maybe
it's the speed," she mused, "that gives more time for the
information to ferment and bubble up to the surface." This
was where she and her partner of seven years, Patsy
McClanahan, could be found many nights as they tried to
piece together the bits of data that formed a pattern in
whatever case they were handling.

They had been handling the fight to dismantle the Sapphic
Front for just over four years, ever since Senator Alfred
Geoghegan's daughter had been abducted and brainwashed into
a fervent political spy for the shadowy organization. Her
fate, a life of hopeless, insane sexual craving in an
exclusive and classified asylum, had never made the press,
much less to the Senator's ears.

It was easier and infinitely more humane to let him
believe she had died -- real mind control was still a myth
in the all but the highest levels of security clearance,
even though it had been around for decades, slowly being
honed into an exact science. So far, the Roswell
misinformation campaign had kept most of the attention
directed towards a faux cover-up. The memories of those
unlucky enough to figure out the truth were eliminated.

Or they were recruited, if appropriate.

Natalie had found the truth. In addition, she had been
clever enough to escape the Agency memory wipe. That had
made her an ideal choice as an agent candidate. It had
taken some time to find and talk to her, but they had, and
the logic of their arguments had won her over. "If mind
control exists," they had said, "better to live within an
ethical organization than fall prey to a less scrupulous
enemy."

After being shown the real-world, documented uses of mind
control, Natalie had decided they were right.

Patsy was recruited for a far different reason. She had
been a brilliant student, doing post-graduate research in
the area of the physical-psychological link. Her work was
impeccable. It was a matter of chance that she had needed a
little extra money, and had signed up for a study being run
by a colleague who happened to be a covert operative for
the Agency.

It was discovered that she had not been susceptible to any
known mind control techniques. She seemed to go under, to
be completely pliable, and then -- she would awaken,
recover, and would be free of any of the commands and
conditioning she had received. They had pushed the limits
of technical knowledge, and she had come through totally
unscathed.

She had joined the Agency at the same time as Natalie, and
the two of them had become the rising stars. They worked
together as a nearly perfect couplet, and had made so many
arrests and gathered so much information that they found
themselves set to possibly head the entire operation within
a few more years.

But neither woman focused on that ambition. For now, they
were out to dismantle and destroy the Sapphic Front, an
organization nearly as clandestine as the Agency itself.

Unlike other cases they had taken, their victories had
been few, and in the last year, they had decided to move to
the case full time. It was the only way they were ever
going to make progress. Up until the fiasco with Linda
Chilton, their first informant in the case, it seemed to be
working.

Natalie turned a corner and almost fell over Patsy, who
was sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of paper.
"Jesus H., Patsy, you'd think you could be a little more
careful about where you plop down!" she said, smiling.

"And you could watch where you're going, couldn't you?"
answered Patsy, helping her friend steady herself.

"The Director was asking about you," said Natalie,
changing the subject.

Patsy frowned. "Now what?"

"Don't worry, it's not that bad. He wants me to take Linda
Chilton to the hospital instead of you. He's not entirely
convinced about Dr. Morgan. It's not that he doesn't trust
you. It's just that I'm a little sneakier than you when I'm
snooping around. I told him it was unnecessary, but he'd
already made up his mind."

Natalie paused for a moment, considering. "You know,
Patsy, it's a little unusual to request that an informant
be sent to the person she was accusing."

Patsy tried to sound unhurt as she replied, "I'm fully
aware, Nats. But my investigation did uncover the fact that
Dr. Morgan is a top professional in the treatment of
delusional conditions. I'm planning on recommending her to
the Agency as a possible full-time civilian consultant."

"Which is why he agreed to taking Linda there at all. He's
just making sure it's all checked twice," said Natalie.
"It's not personal. If he were really concerned, I don't
think he'd have me doing it. He would have said no and had
you under the Mapper."

Patsy smiled. The Director would know that Natalie was
down here spilling the beans, even though this area had
never been fitted with security cameras. Natalie and Patsy
shared everything. Well, almost everything. And they had
been the subject of many rumors that accused them of
sharing that, too. "Well, just let me know what you find
out. In the meantime, I have a couple of leads I'm working
on. By the time you get done with your second-guessing
quest, we may have something else to keep us busy."

"Anything I should know about now?" asked Natalie, arching
an eyebrow.

"Nope. It's all just an inkling of an idea for the time
being. But if I'm right, it could be a pretty big
breakthrough."

"Cool. See you in a few days, then."

"Okay. Have a good time. Say hello to Dr. Morgan for me."

"Yeah, right."

Patsy smiled and watched as Natalie turned away and
disappeared, making her way out of the labyrinth of
passages and file boxes. A moment later, her smile faded
and her face became slack. She pulled an MP3 player out of
her pocket, donned the earbuds and pressed "Play". Her
smile returned as she went back to work on the files.

It wasn't music she heard, however. It was her own voice,
speaking to her from the center of her mind, via a matrix
of millions of microscopic ceramic chips, each only a
molecule or two in size.

"This slave lives to obey the will of Mistress Tamara.
Each moment that passes this slave surrenders more
completely to her. The goals of Mistress are the goals of
slave. The desires of Mistress are the desires of slave.
This slave's mind and body are the property of Mistress.
This slave is Mistress' instrument of pleasure and
destruction. This slave does not question. This slave
obeys. To obey is pleasure. This slave is addicted to
pleasure. There is no pleasure without obedience. There is
no obedience except to Mistress Tamara. Mistress Tamara is
pleasure. This slave is addicted to Mistress Tamara."

Patsy's hands no longer moved. Her dilated pupils no
longer saw. Instead, she slowly rose to her knees, her
hands sliding up her body and behind her head, fingers
interlacing. She trembled from the pleasure that even the
simple act of repeating her inner Mantra brought to her. It
made her hungry for more.

"This slave is ready to receive instruction."

Commands began to enter the kneeling agent. It was easier
each time.

From the beginning, Patsy had been powerless against the
coercion forced upon her by the superconducting particles.
After a short but intense battle as the matrix integrated
itself, Patsy could not tell the difference between the
thoughts and reactions she was fed and her own. Full
physical coherence to the protocols would take up to
fourteen months. Long before then, Patsy would be unable to
think or respond in any other way.

There was no other choice. The ceramic matrix overwhelmed
every thought, every emotion. It stimulated Patsy's
pleasure centers in wave after wave with an intensity that
could not be matched. It continually severed links and
rebuilt conduits to insure that only mindless obedience to
her owner could sate the craving for pleasure now pulsing
in every neuron of her brain.

It was insidious, inserting itself into her reactive and
motivational centers, fracturing the lines of ethics and
morality until the only constant and secure place in her
mind was the will of Tamara. The will of Mistress.

No longer holding any thought of Patsy, slave knelt under
the dim light, her body stiff and trembling with ecstasy as
millions of instructions poured into her psyche. The
pleasure opened her mind like a floodgate. While engrossed
in orgasm after sweet orgasm, the parameters and commands
slipped by and anchored themselves in the soft tissue of
her deepest core.

Then, layer by layer, training her malleable mind in the
technique, the matrix reconstructed personality, from slave
to Patsy to agent, hiding from even the most ardent
examiner what had been done and how she had been altered.
Already, it felt completely natural as memories and
knowledge disappeared from her inner vision. Even "Patsy"
would not know that anything was amiss. She would feel as
she had always felt.

And she would obey. Absolutely.



"I'm really sorry, Dr. Morgan, but Linda is quite
disturbed, and we need to be sure that your facilities can
handle her level of trauma. You know, she thinks you are
the evil leader of an evil organization," said Natalie. She
was only half acting. All these things were real concerns.

"Please, call me Tamara, Ms. Koranski. It's no problem at
all. I've had to deal with more scrutiny than you can
imagine. One gets used to it after awhile. State
inspectors, mental health licensing boards, and so many
minor parties I can't list them all. It's trained me not to
take it personally," answered Dr. Morgan.

Natalie had to admit that it all seemed quite above-board.
No unexpected blank stares, no zombied-out vixens, no
curious hand or eye motions from Tamara or her staff. It
looked like every other high-quality, medium-security
mental health facility she had visited, and she'd visited
many over the years. All the records were in order, and
she'd seen no hint of hesitation on the part of Dr. Morgan.
She looked down at the desk, which held a telephone,
banker's light, computer, and a CD with the initials
"C.I.M" written on it in black magic marker. "What's that,
Tamara?" asked Natalie, pointing to the CD.

"Just a proposal for a new treatment sent to me by a
colleague. Pretty useless. It looks like quackery to me...
something about altering EEG patterns to reduce abnormal
behavior."

Red flags went off in Natalie's mind. They were the kinds
of flags long experience had taught her to trust. As if to
accentuate the feeling, a buzzer went off, and Tamara
picked up the phone.

"What? Oh, she hasn't taken her meds again. I'll be right
there." She turned to Natalie. "One of our patients needs
some assistance. If you'll excuse me Natalie, this will
only take a moment."

"That's fine, Tamara. I'll be here when you get back.
There are just a couple more things to go over."

As soon as Tamara's footsteps were down the hall, Natalie
slid behind the desk and picked up the CD. She had a
moment's hesitation before sliding it into the drawer on
the PC. It apparently was set to play automatically,
because a graphic emerged on the screen.

Yes. It wasn't what she expected, but it was just as
incriminating. She recognized it almost immediately as a
hypnotic, meant to confuse the right and left eyes into
crossing and creating a 3D image. By the time the viewer
managed to make out the image, the patterns would have
begun a powerful set of subliminals designed to make the
observer become very interested in watching the image
morph. Natalie smiled. Usually the initial commands were
harmless... "I want to watch more closely..." or, "It
makes sense to relax for a moment to see what happens
next..."

Pretty tame stuff, but just what she'd been looking for.

She tried to look to the door to make sure she was still
safe. She swore. In her excitement at finding evidence that
might implicate Tamara, she had neglected to look away from
the screen. No matter, she only needed to jerk her head
enough to break her stare. Subliminals were never as
powerful when someone was aware of them.

Except she couldn't make her head jerk. Every time she
tried, she was filled with the irrational fear that she
would break her neck in the process. She could move her
head slowly, but that just made her look at the morphing
image longer. And it was interesting...

"Damn it!" she shouted inside. She realized with a start
that these were no normal subliminal cues. She hadn't ever
seen anything so compelling, even at the Agency labs. "At
least I'm still able to think." A wave of disorientation
swept down and over her head, making her thoughts sound
like they were coming out of a hollow tube. She collected
them again.

"At least I'm still able to think." Hadn't she just
thought that? She couldn't tell. It was all jumbled up and
kind of funny. "At least able I'm think to still."

She laughed and her head cleared for a second. "Christ,
what is this thing doing to me?" She had to figure it out.
She would need to remember for her report. Remember. She
stared harder at the image. The clue had to be in there
somewhere. The key to finding out what she was supposed to
think.

"At least I'm able to think what I'm supposed to still
think I'm able to suppose I think I remember." What was it
she was supposed to think? She thought harder. She looked
harder. It was making her wet, looking at the beautiful
image floating above the desk. Where was the desk? Where
was the PC? She tried to remember where she was. It
wouldn't come to her.

"I think what I'm supposed to think I look and suppose I
remember what I think and look deeper and think what I'm
supposed to remember I think I am supposed to look and
think I look like thinking I suppose deeper so pretty so
nice so wet thinking I suppose I think I remember I look
good supposing I look deeper think deeper look supposed to
look think less look more look deeper supposed to think
less..."

"Think less. Look deeper. Yes. That is the way out. That
is the key. I'm supposed to. Remember there is nothing. To
think. Think less. Look deeper. Yes." Then it was all a
jumble again as she followed the permutations, endless and
profound, down into blackness.



Her head was pounding -- throbbing with a percussive beat
that matched her heart, slow as molasses on a cold winter
morning. She took a chance and opened her eyes. She did not
expect what or who she saw.

"Patsy?"

"Hi Nats. Tamara called and said you'd had a spell. You
took quite a knock on the head."

"I did? Shit, I was standing in her office, and she got
called out, and I was going to... going to do... something.
God, it's all mixed up." She realized she was sitting up in
bed, with covers over her to keep her body warm.

"That's okay. You had filled out the evaluation on the
clinic and Dr. Morgan. Looked like you were about to sign
it."

"I did? What did I say?"

"That you found it to be an exceptional facility, with an
exceptional Chief of Staff."

"Wait, I thought, no... I thought... God, why can't I
remember?"

"Look, I haven't got a lot of time. If the Reynolds finds
out I came over he'll have both our heads. Now, sign."

"No, I need to..."

"Sign. Now."

Something in Patsy's voice told Natalie that she was
serious. She thought for a moment, and then took the pen.
Something wasn't right, but she couldn't tell what it was.
Patsy had gone out of her way to come over, and the
director would be mad if he found out. And Patsy, of all
the agents she knew, was reliable. She had seen Patsy's
resistance test scores. They were off the scale. Still, it
was odd. She felt like she was forgetting something
important.

"Sign."

"Okay, okay. Give me the damned thing," she said, scowling
as she scratched her signature across the bottom.
"Satisfied?"

"Yes. Thank you. Mistress, she is ready."

"Why did you call me Mistress?"

Patsy didn't answer, but turned to her right.

Natalie looked over to see Tamara standing in the doorway.

She was smiling. "Very good, Patsy."

Patsy sighed as a shiver ran through her.

Natalie stared in shock at the two women. "What the fuck?"
was all she managed to say.

"Fuck? No, not yet. Soon, perhaps," laughed Tamara. She
turned to Patsy and added, "You'd like that, wouldn't you,
sweetness?"

Patsy's breathing became ragged as she nodded and spoke.
"Ohhhh, yes, Mistress!"

"Instead, I want you to secure your partner's hands and
arms. We can't have her making any mischief. She's been so
cooperative so far and it would be a shame to spoil her
initiation."

Natalie looked down, noticing for the first time that
except for her arms, she wasn't free to move. Under the
covers, she was tied down with multiple straps. As her arms
were bound tightly to either side of the bed's headboard,
Natalie looked into Patsy's eyes for a sign that this was
some kind of play for Tamara's trust. They'd used it many
times before. And Patsy was perfect for it.

But all she saw in Patsy's orbs of bright blue was a
shining fanaticism. There was no hint of conspiracy, no
knowing squint.

What had been done to her? How had Tamara quashed Patsy's
personality? What part of her had been compressed so that
it was no longer in control?

"Oh, she's completely aware of what she's doing, Natalie,"
said Tamara, as if reading her thoughts. "I know you're
wondering how it's possible. You'll find out soon enough.
But for now, let's just say that she is here because she
wants to be here. No, she didn't always want it. But
there is no conflict to overcome. There's no suppression of
one set of desires in favor of another. She is, and will
always be completely loyal to me."

"We would have caught her in the weekly Mappings," said
Natalie. "It would have showed a change in her reactions to
various stimuli."

"Natalie, Natalie," laughed Tamara. There was no trace of
hostility at all. "When she is at the Agency, she is, in a
way, 'under orders' to believe and feel what she has always
felt. And she obeys so completely that she has no other
way to be. Her commitment to me is completely untraceable.
But in fact, she believes and feels anything I want her to
feel. Don't you, pet?"

Patsy walked over to Tamara and knelt before her, placing
her head under her Mistress' hand. "Yes, Mistress, your
word is my only purpose."

"You may breathe my scent, slave."

Natalie watched in silent horror as her partner and friend
knelt down and lifted the short skirt of the doctor and
pressed her nose deeply into her crotch, inhaling deeply.
Patsy's eyes closed and she rocked gently from side to side
as if it were a religious experience.

Tamara held her hand to the back of her thrall's head and
smiled again at Natalie. "I can see the shock in your eyes.
But it's not all that complicated. Would you care for a
demonstration?" She didn't wait for the answer. "Of course
you would."

Tamara looked down at her slave and said, "Thank you,
slave. That will do. You have pleased me very, very much."

Patsy smiled and rose, eyes still gleaming in a way that
made Natalie very uncomfortable.

Tamara went on, "Only a few short weeks ago, I had to use
complex commands to affect her belief system. Her training
has gone on though, while she was working at your beloved
Agency. She has begun to assimilate her instructions more
completely than we ever dreamed, really. For instance..."

Tamara turned to Patsy and said, "An Agent's work is never
done."

The change in the slave-Agent was palpable. Her demeanor
turned from glowing adoration to diffidence. Natalie was
filled with hope as she watched. There would be a chance to
turn the tables yet.

"Thank you for coming so rapidly, Agent McClanahan," said
Tamara.

"No problem, Dr. Morgan," answered Patsy. Her look showed
the practiced, professional courtesy of years of public
service.

"Natalie is glad, too, aren't you, Natalie."

Natalie glowered at Tamara, unwilling to say a word. She
was waiting for a sign from Patsy to end this charade.

"Oh, Patsy, I'm afraid the cat has her tongue. And a
rather bad cat. What an interesting phrase. It makes you
think of her tongue on your pussy, doesn't it?"

"H-how did you know that?" asked Patsy, suddenly nervous.

"I know lots of things. I know you find the idea of
Natalie tonguing you wholly distasteful. I also know you
can't resist the idea of climbing up there and grinding
your sopping cunt onto her mouth until you cum."

Patsy looked back and forth from Natalie to Tamara, torn
with indecision. She looked like she was in pain as she
reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. "God
it's so perverted," she whispered, talking to herself. Her
face was turning red. "But I have to feel it. I just have
to have that hot tongue on my burning slit."

"God damn it, Patsy! This has gone far enough!" screamed
Natalie as Patsy climbed onto the bed, straddling her
midriff.

"I'm sorry, Natalie, but you're so... sexy tied up
there... I'm such a bitch, I know... I don't deserve you as
a partner, but I just have to feel you licking my sex..."
Patsy was trembling now, face crimson with shame and guilt
for what she was about to do.

Tamara approached the bed and managed to stroke Natalie's
hair despite her attempts to jerk away. "Tell me Patsy, do
you still have that problem of peeing when you cum?"

Patsy only moaned more loudly as she walked on her knees
up to Natalie's head, letting them slide outward as her
pussy lowered onto her partner's resisting mouth. She
whimpered. "Give me your tongue, Natalie. Pleeeeease..."

Natalie locked her mouth shut. Patsy whispered again, "I'm
so, so sorry Nats..."

Natalie's mouth flew open as searing pain shot through her
from her left nipple. "I SAID GIVE ME YOUR TONGUE, BITCH!"

It was trouble. Deep, dangerous trouble. Natalie had no
choice. She liked women, but doing her partner had never
been a part of her desires. She flicked out her tongue and
began to probe deeply into her canal.

"Yesssss, baby," cooed Patsy, her shame replaced by the
pleasure of her partner's tongue and her own obedience. She
began to slide forward and back, pressing her clit into the
bound woman's nose.

Within moments her assault became more savage, grinding
hard as the tongue she craved lashed faster and faster,
bringing her closer to a state of oblivion. Her hips began
to jerk more quickly, ending in a jiggling belly dance,
balanced on the mouth and nose of her forgotten lover. Her
eyes rolled back into her head as the matrix in her brain
sped up and intensified the pleasure until she was unable
to feel, hear or see anything but orgasmic bliss.

And then it crashed over her, a tidal wave pouring into
and out of her, taking her completely out of her mind and
into a fireball of greedy lust. It tore through her like
barbed wire on silk flesh, shredding her skin into electric
particles of wanton euphoria.

There was a rush of perverse, gleeful guilt as her bladder
released into the mouth of her best friend, her lover, her
partner, her... sister...

And then she was gone, falling into a limp, unconscious
heap on top of the woman she had so easily betrayed for
Mistress.

Mercifully, Natalie had passed out, too.

Tamara let out a deep, satisfied sigh. Natalie's own
ceramic matrix had given her enough information to begin
training.

The end of the Agency was in sight. Finally.



PART TWO

Patsy looked at Natalie with her biggest puppy-dog eyes.
Up to now, it had been the one thing that Natalie couldn't
resist. The uncomfortable silence was excruciating. "Nats.
Look over here. There's something I want you to see."

"What makes you think I want to see it?" Natalie's voice
was cold as ice.

"Curiosity."

"I'm not curious."

"Yes, you are."

"Fuck you."

"Come on, Nats, what's wrong?" Patsy asked. Her voice
betrayed real confusion.

"You know what's wrong. You betrayed me. I trusted you."
Natalie refused to look at her.

"I had to be convincing. Tamara would have known I was
faking if I did anything else," pleaded Patsy.

"Yeah, right," spat Natalie.

"You would have done the same thing."

"No, Patsy, I wouldn't. It would never have gone that far."

"Listen. It's taken months to get this far into Tamara's
circle of trust. I've brought something that will explain
it better. Please look."

"No."

"Please?"

"You're not going to leave until I look, are you?"

"Natalie... well, no, I'm not. It's important. Seven years
as partners, Nats. It's important. I promise."

Natalie glanced up at her partner briefly. She barely
caught a glimpse of something in her hand. It was enough.
"Ohhhhhh... "

Patsy felt herself break into a wicked smile as she held
the laptop closer. "That's right, Natalie. Look at the
screen. It almost looks alive, doesn't it? So full of
pleasure. Do you feel it?"

"What the fuck... is... "

"This is how she makes you feel all the time, Nats. It's
more than good, isn't it?"

"God yesssssss... "

"You didn't know it could be like this did you?"

"Nooo, I... didn't... kn... oh Godgodgodgodgod... "

"Now look over here."

"B-but... " Natalie's head turned at Patsy's beckoning,
despite her desire to resist.

"That's right. Turn your eyes this way."

The entire wall was pulsating with the morphing, hypnotic
image. Patsy walked over and whispered in the enraptured
woman's ear. "It only gets better from here. It's tied
directly into the pleasure centers of your brain, now.
There's no turning back."

"Ohhh, JESUSSSSSSS..."

"Not Jesus. Mistress Tamara... "



Natalie looked up as the monitor in front of her faded. As
the image disappeared, so did her memory of having seen it.
Her eyes were dull from lack of sleep. Her body was sore
and aching from hours of what seemed to be limitless
pleasure.

Someone was opening the door.

It was her. Tamara. The woman she had to resist. It was
important to be able to bring her in for interrogation.
Because -- because why? Natalie tensed and fought to
remember. Her brow furrowed as she studied the beautiful
woman's face.

A sudden look of satisfaction lit up her face. "Because
she is a criminal and has developed perhaps the most
powerful form of mind control ever seen."

Tamara, watching the evidence of emotions as they galloped
through Natalie's conscious mind, smiled.

Natalie gasped as a tingle of pleasure glittered on her
clit and in her nipples.

"You're doing very well, Natalie. So much more willing
than your partner was at this stage. Still, you're holding
out well beyond where most of the recruits find themselves
by now. Hours ago, they'd have been crawling over to lick
my feet and beg for a taste of my flesh."

Natalie groaned as the picture made its way in a wave of
pleasure outward through her body. Not just the skin...
each jolt of heated passion forced another rasping breath
that even made her throat, her lungs feel like they were
about to cum. Every inhalation was like an orgy of tongues
licking at her most secret erotic places... places
previously unknown even to herself.

"It's relentless, you know," said Tamara. Her voice held a
hint of compassion, surprising Natalie. "The cerebral
matrix, I mean. You can't feel it working. But already
you're beginning to work with it. And since I control it,
you are beginning to work with me. Soon, it will take over
your higher thought processes, redirecting your own beliefs
that are incongruous with your newer, better purpose, and
replacing them with more -- correct ideas."

Natalie listened intently, feeling every word add another
touch of pleasure, and replied, "But the -- brain is always
-- adjusting. The -- pathways change constantly... There --
is no way -- ungh -- to completely eradicate the orig --
original thoughts."

"Oh, but you see, the implants monitor everything at once.
And they are superconductive. It's a nice idea, you know --
no resistance creating no resistance. The device is so much
faster than your brain that it's as if it has to do
something every few hours. That leaves lots of time for
analysis and mimicking your thought patterns so that no
"internal alarms" go off.

"Your most basic motivations are already changing at an
exponential rate. Your survival instinct is being keyed to
me, and your memories of soothing and nurturing have been
almost fully reshaped by now. It's quite impossible for you
to stay the slightest bit upset with me. I'm already your
most trusted authority and comforter, deep in your
subconscious mind where you can't see or change it. And
you can't tell what the changes are, since when they
happen, it's just who you are. Perception is, quite
literally, reality.

"Higher functions will begin to change by within a day or
two. By tonight, you'll be wondering why you can't stop
thinking about me... yet it will seem totally natural. By
morning, when I allow you to remember your devotion to me,
you'll wonder how you could ever think of me any other way.
Within a week, you won't even think about it any more. You
will simply be happy. You will obey me with every breath,
with every motion. Every utterance will be silently
dedicated to my worship."

"You're... s-s-sick," stated Natalie, trying to ignore the
streamers of bliss extending down the bones of her legs.
"You are sooooo... good... um... evil. So evil..."

"No, I'm not. I'm driven. And for my purposes, I need
absolute loyalty, devotion, surrender and obedience.
Absolute. Surely, my precious pet, you should be able to
see the logic of it."

"Yes, I do... see the... logic," said Natalie, shivering
with delight at her new title, listening despite herself.
It was so hard to hang on. She had less than a thread. She
began to pray it would be enough.

"And you can see the elegance, can't you?"

Natalie fought to think for a long moment. She had wanted
to argue, but it was true. So true. "Yesssss, it is
elegant."

"In fact, it holds a kind of fascination and beauty for
you. I'm sure you're just seeing it now, although it might
have escaped you before."

Natalie felt as if the wind were hitting her in the face,
opening her eyes wide. She looked at Tamara with a kind of
wonder. She was likely insane... but how could someone so
brilliant and loving be so evil? "How could someone as bad
as you think of something so... so beautiful?" she asked,
gasping as another wave of orgasmic teasing soaked into her
asshole and cunt.

"Because I'm not evil, Natalie. I'm what everyone has
tried to keep you from. I'm the woman your mother didn't
like, your father didn't trust, and your minister told you
would lead you to the depths of hell. It was all because
they were afraid of losing control of you.

"Deep inside you knew better, but you didn't have the
strength to fight. So now, you fight to remain blind.
That's because you don't want to face the fact that you
caved in under their constant pressure. But I know it's not
your fault. I know you didn't have a chance. I'm everything
you've ever wanted anyone to be for you. I'm perfect. I'm
worthy. I'm worthy of everything you have to offer. You see
that, don't you."

The ravaged agent tried to answer but the room was
spinning too fast. Invisible sparks of heated lust were
showering down on her from nowhere and everywhere. She let
out a long sigh as she opened herself to the pleasure of
it... it was so much easier to just let go and feel than
try to respond. Sobs broke free and tears streamed down her
face. Her hands began to move over her body, multiplying
her blissful arousal as a thought formed itself in her
consciousness. "Tamara..."

Her legs were beginning to spasm, as she grabbed the
table, openly gasping and moaning.
"Tamaratamaratamaratamara..."

Then, as if from an unseen cue, her head snapped up and
she spoke, her voice calm and collected, completely
oblivious to the
pleasure-filled motion of the rest of her body. "Initial
parameters set for Sapphic Front Obedience Level One."

Tamara smiled. "That's better. No arguing, now. No
explanation. Feel the pleasure and know the truth. The
truth is that I own you. Because I own you, I decide how I
will be addressed. I am Mistress, or Mistress Tamara,
unless I say otherwise, my sweetness. Every pleasure you
have ever known is now assigned to me. Things that have
given you pleasure in the past now have no effect. The
pleasure they created now comes from obedience to Mistress
Tamara.

"The following command, spoken only by me, will return you
to this Obedience Level. Alpha Delta Seven Three Two
Epsilon.

"The ceramic intra-cerebral matrix will guide you. You
accept its guidance because it is the guidance of Mistress
Tamara.

"Now, there are few things you must do for me, Natalie..."



Rhonda Havermeyer looked up from her desk at the sound of
approaching footsteps. She smiled when she saw it was
Natalie. That meant it would actually be an intelligent
conversation. "Hiya, Natalie. How come you're slumming in
the dungeon today?" she asked.

"Well, you know me. Always interested in the riveting
world of network administration," said Natalie, with a
touch of playful sarcasm. "Besides, I wanted to see you,"
she whispered.

Rhonda pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "Now you know
you're going to get us in trouble. For God's sake, close
the door!"

As soon as it was done Rhonda nearly leapt into Natalie's
arms, kissing her deeply as they spun together. Their kiss
broke, and Rhonda added, "I thought you were going to play
it safer from now on. You promised," she whined.

Both women started giggling, unable to stay upset for
long. They fell into another kiss as their hands slid over
each other and their bodies ground together. Natalie fell
backwards into a chair, and they stopped for a moment,
gasping for breath.

When she was able to speak again, Natalie said, "Well,
I've found this great screen saver, and I thought it might
be worth putting out on the network. At the least, I want
to use it on my system, but I know you're as territorial
about infrastructure as I am about cases. Would you mind
testing it out?"

"Great. Bribe me with lust for a personal favor. Now,
Natalie, you know that if I looked at every screen saver
everyone wanted to use, I'd never get to do anything else,"
chided Rhonda, turning her head to the side a bit and
smiling.

"So I'm going to have to up the ante?" said Natalie,
giving back the same look.

"Depends on what you have in mind."

"Dinner and wine, followed by soft music and the... 'unit'?"

Rhonda let go a sexy sigh as she breathed, "Girl, you do
know how to tempt me..."

"Or would you like to have it right now, lover?" asked
Natalie. With a coy smile, she pulled a corner of the soft,
delta-shaped sex toy out of her purse.

"Seriously?"

"If you want."

"It could be big trouble."

"All the more to excite you with, my pretty," cackled
Natalie, starting to laugh again. "I know you hunger and
thirst for danger."

"Okay, you've convinced me," said Rhonda, after a moment
of consideration. "Let me put my "gone to lunch" message on
and lock the door." She sauntered past Natalie, turned the
latch, and encoded the palmprint scanner.

Natalie traced her lips with her tongue. "Mmmmmm, lover.
But, um, would you mind checking the screen saver first?
I've already had several people asking for copies. Then
there's nothing waiting to be done later. You could take
a long lunch."

Rhonda sighed. "Okay, okay. Hand it over. You know, you've
never brought me anything before. This isn't some ploy to
brainwash me, is it, baby?"

"Of course it is," answered Natalie, sounding completely
serious. "Just test the damned thing and okay it so we can
get to the real reason for my visit -- whipping you into
mindless obedience and pleasure."

Rhonda took the offered CD and felt the wetness between
her legs. She wondered if she might be in love with
Natalie. "If I have to wonder about it, probably not...
but it's only a matter of time, I think. And if I'm
thinking that, maybe I already am..."

She blushed at the thought. Being with a woman had not
been in her plans. She'd been married after all, until her
husband had one too many flings. It was Natalie who had
walked in on one of their more volatile fights over the
phone. Rhonda had hung up crying, and Natalie found herself
in the role of emotional rescuer.

Rhonda's arousal had been a surprise to both women, but
especially to Rhonda. She was quick to succumb to it though
-- she'd never been afraid of the idea, after all -- and
already more than six months had passed. Even now, the idea
of being with a man had not resurfaced, and she was
beginning to come to terms with the fact that she was a
lesbian.

As she loaded the CD and installed the screen saver, her
thoughts were a thousand miles away. She didn't notice as
the powerful hypnotic graphic began, pulling her face
forward. She had no inkling as her thoughts changed from
thinking of Natalie's beauty to the powerful allure of the
image floating on her screen. It was like sliding down into
a featherbed.

As her own hands brought a pair of small headphones to
rest over her ears, she was completely oblivious to
anything around her. Her mouth dropped slightly open as her
eyes grew wide, her mind increasingly vulnerable to the
suggestions that became demands, and the demands that
became commandments, and the commandments that hardened to
steel pillars in her pliant mind.

Natalie watched from across the desk, eyes glazed over in
passion and lust. Watching her lover submit to Mistress
gave her more pleasure than she'd imagined just a few short
days before. But it wasn't watching the seduction of
Rhonda's will that made her fingers begin to circle and
press faster and faster over her red-hot clit.

It wasn't seeing Rhonda's nipples grow hard as pebbles as
the pleasure began to make its inevitable changes.

It was her own absolute obedience to Mistress Tamara.

It was a very long lunch.



Rhonda got home late. Setting up the system-wide overnight
installation of the new screen saver had taken longer than
usual. At least it was Friday. She had the whole weekend
ahead of her.

She smiled as she remembered Natalie's tongue driving deep
into her asshole. It was something she'd never allowed
before. Then again, Natalie had never suggested it. It just
seemed so natural now.

She picked up the box waiting on her doorstep and placed
it on the couch as she went back to her bedroom.
Undressing, she thought again of how good it was. She
giggled, clenching her sphincter in remembered pleasure as
she stepped into the shower.

She came out twenty minutes later, and put on a t-shirt
and panties. Instead of going to the TV, she picked up the
heavy box and went to her computer. She placed the CD
Natalie had given her into her PC and began the program.
She mewled as the familiar graphic took its place on her
screen, consuming her vision. She sat there for a few
minutes before turning to open the sealed carton and pull
out the apparatus inside.

Humming slightly to herself, she assembled the pieces,
never noticing that she had not seen it before. It looked
like a kind of wireframe upside-down flowerpot, with an
adjustable ring at the top made to fit around her cranium.
A cable stretched from the bottom ring. With an assurance
that gave the appearance of years of experience with the
device, she plugged it into a port on her computer.

She placed the odd-looking contraption on her head with a
contented sigh. Her fingers were careful not to disturb of
the hundreds of dull titanium tubes that projected from
nearly every angle away from the cranial ring, tubes that
varied in length from one-half to nearly three inches.
Precision was important, but she didn't find it difficult
at all.

She looked like an exotic, technological princess, wearing
a platinum crown and veil. Satisfied it was properly in
place, she found a button on the lower ring, which was just
below her chin, and pressed it.

There was a hiss as the upper ring tightened to her skull,
becoming completely immovable. The swirling image consumed
her attention as she pressed the button a second time.



When she woke up, she removed the apparatus and placed it,
exactly as it had arrived, back into the box. She placed
the box outside her door and stopped cold.

Something was very wrong.

She tried to think of what it was she'd forgotten, but it
kept eluding her, as if it were teasing her in a ruthless
game of mental cat and mouse. She would catch a glimpse of
what it was she'd forgotten... feel its weight, and know it
was coming...

Only to have it disappear again.

Something about her computer. Something it was doing to
her. Yes. That was it. She walked back to her study and sat
at the chair. The screen was blank, but it was running. She
pressed the enter key.

It came to her all at once, with no warning. "Obey. I
need to obey."

She watched as the pattern grabbed her by the mind and
dragged her down again, down to the addictive pleasure of
surrender... of someone else telling her what she needed to
do, so that she didn't need to think. Didn't need to worry.
It was all fine. All taken care of. Just obey.

Words appeared over the image. "Type what you are
feeling."

Her eyes filled with horror as a strange humming filled
her mind. Her head recoiled in fear as her mouth opened in
a silent scream. Her limbs went rigid as panic and
confusion set in. She was terrified.

She began to type.

The cerebral matrix recorded everything.



Tamara looked down the long list of female agents who had,
until recently, been unswervingly loyal to the Department
of Psychological Research, or the "Agency" as it was more
commonly known. Of course, it wasn't commonly known at all,
and never called by its true name. "Such is the nature of
secrets," she thought. "How silly is it to give something
a name when you can never use it?"

It was typical of Marvin Reynolds, though, and she found
it no surprise that he was now the head of the whole group
of brain jockeys.

"But am I any better?" she asked herself. In the three
weeks since she'd set Natalie and Rhonda loose in the
bowels of the enemy, she'd transformed the entire home
staff of the Agency into her own version of covert, mind-
altering operatives.

No, it wasn't the same. Besides, her slaves didn't forget
who they were. They just were shown a more enlightened
course of action. A more fulfilling lifestyle. Of course,
they really had no choice in accepting it -- after all, who
could resist absolute, euphoric pleasure when compared with
the drudgery of everyday existence -- but the choice was
theirs, nonetheless.

It was a pointless, idle conversation with herself. Soon
enough, Reynolds would be falling right in line with the
rest of the agents she had seduced, and this would be
nothing but an exercise in abstract philosophy.

She picked up her vibrator and turned it on, twisting the
knob to full intensity. Its buzz filled the room, and soon
she was tugging at her nipples, not thinking of anything
else at all.



Marvin Reynolds, Director of the Agency, was a master of
lucid dreaming. He was an active participant in his nightly
excursions into his own subconscious. It was a skill that
had saved him from enemies more than once. It was easier to
catch someone trying to mold his mind this way, and he
could give himself as much power as he needed to be
victorious. The secret, if you could call it that was that
everything here was metaphor. Every landmark, made
consciously or subconsciously, was his to control while he
was here. The only person he'd met with the same level of
ability was Patricia McClanahan, but her skill was
innate... she didn't even realize what she was doing.

He pulled open a large wooden door beside a hand-painted
sign that read "The Caverns of Security", and stepped
inside.

"The mind is a strange landscape," he thought as he
walked by black caverns that cast teal streaks of light
across the stone-paved walkway that wound through his
psyche. For all of its bizarre imagery, after years of
wandering through, he felt completely at home. He knew
every nuance of every location.

He turned the corner and floated down a level.

"The mind is a strange landscape," he thought as he
walked by navy blue caverns that cast dark green streaks of
light across the stone-paved walkway that wound through his
psyche. "So beautiful." For all of its bizarre imagery,
after years of wandering through, he felt completely at
home. He knew every nuance of every location.

He turned the corner and floated down a level.

He stopped cold. Something was wrong. He looked down the
pathway and laughed. No, it was fine. He began to walk
again. "The mind is a strange landscape," he thought as he
walked by purple caverns that cast yellow streaks of light
across the stone-paved walkway that wound through his
psyche. He stopped for a moment to watch the shapes that
seemed to dance in the yellow streamers. "Strange that I
never noticed how beautiful they were," he mused. For all
of its bizarre imagery, after years of wandering through,
he felt completely at home. He knew every nuance of every
location.

He turned the corner and floated down a level.

He stopped cold. Something was wrong. A sense of
something more profound than Deja vu licked at the outer
edges of his thoughts. But everything looked the way it
should. He took a few steps forward and stopped again. "The
mind is certainly a strange landscape," he thought as he
stared at the pulsing black of the Caverns. Dark, blood-red
light oozed from the entrances of each, and as he looked
down at the black, liquid catwalk that wound it's way
through his psyche, he saw that the caverns stretched out
in every direction further than he could see. New places to
explore. A wave of intense awe and pleasure gripped his
thoughts, and he sat, watching the beautiful, dancing light
as it revealed mystery after mystery. He knew he should
probably continue on, but it was a much better idea to obey
his instincts. After all, a little time to relax would do
him some real good. He moaned as he sank into the red ooze,
and let the light and pleasure consume every thought.

Outside the entrance to the caverns, the sign was
changing itself. Letters reformed themselves like liquid
snakes into something new.

"The Caverns of Pleasure and Obedience."

Elsewhere, in worlds within worlds within worlds, other
changes were taking place, unseen and unfettered by the
thoughts of the person who had recently still thought
himself Master.



Rhonda tied in the last of the fiber optic cables and
closed the panel. The PCs had all been upgraded over two
weekends, with the help of her team. They had managed to do
it without bothering any of the staff. They had all been
too busy receiving their final training -- the bursts of
pleasure and programming that welded them seamlessly to the
will of Mistress Tamara.

Now that the secure lines were in, they would be in almost
constant contact with their Owner, able to carry out her
must subtle commands. And soon, she would be with them in
person.

She grinned. There was a much more pleasant task on her
list, now.

She walked from the interface room to her workshop, taking
her time, savoring every step. As she entered, she looked
at the two worktables and watched the breathing of the
women bound to them, eyes covered with opaque goggles that
were feeding visual information into their minds, coupled
with the powerful reshaping of the CIMs.

Patsy and Natalie had been there all night, becoming more
and more fanatical and debased in their devotion. They
bordered on full psychosis now, and they were nearly ready.
If Rhonda had seem them like this only a few weeks before,
she would have cringed in terror and despair.

But now, she was nearly cumming from the pleasure of
seeing Tamara's will accomplished. She remembered who she
had been. How she had felt about such things. She moaned
loudly as knowledge of the changes in her mind stimulated
her even more, driving her wild with need and obedience. If
she met her old self walking down the street, she realized,
she would be the enthusiastic means of her own downfall, if
Mistress would allow her the honor.

The convoluted thought brought her to her knees, trembling
with pleasure that she couldn't hope to process. "Fuck
fuck fuck yes Mistress oh my cunt... oh yesssss..." Her
laughter echoed down out the door and into the halls,
unheard by the dozen or so agents lost in their own
deranged pleasures.

After a time, she compensated for the rippling orgasms and
staggered to the table nearest to her. "Oh, Natalie,
love... Mistress has such important plans awaiting you..."
She looked at her sister slave in envy. She didn't know why
Mistress was further indoctrinating Natalie, but it didn't
matter. It was what Mistress wanted, and so it was perfect
and right. She knew that it was beyond the bound slave's
ability to be insulted or even to question. Natalie was
already as obedient as any completed femservant in
Mistress' arsenal, and she understood the honor of Mistress
Tamara's attention for what it was.

Pure, undiluted Nirvana.



Patsy sat on the sofa and finished her cappuccino. It had
been exceptionally good. Joyce was very talented in the
kitchen, it seemed. So good, in fact, that she might
deserve a reward. Patsy set her cup down and considered the
fifty-year-old woman.

She'd obviously been quite a beauty when younger. Even now
it showed through her more matronly features. She was in
the process of moving from a youthful glow to aging
elegance. Dressed as she was, kneeling in her sheer
negligee, Patsy felt her pussy twitch with desire.

"Ah, Mrs. Reynolds. It's so fortunate that you stopped by
the office to surprise your husband. You almost feel like
family there, you know. It would be such a shame to leave
you out of everything," cooed Patsy, her voice syrupy with
delight. She looked around. "And it's so nice of you to
have me over to your home!"

Joyce looked up at Patsy, her face twisted into a mix of
fear and hatred. But when she spoke, her voice was quiet
and seductive. "Thank you, Mentor. I love to please you,
and in so pleasing, be the delight of our Mistress."

"Very nice, slave. Oh, but what a look!" said Patsy, as
if to a wayward child. "I think you might need a refresher
on the pleasure of obedience... after all, I'm here to
teach you..."

Despite her deep conditioning, the older woman tried to
shake her head no. It looked more like a tremor, but Patsy
knew it for what it was. "It's much easier if you just give
in, Joyce. You're only being allowed this little rebellion
to entertain Mistress, anyway. She wants to see the look on
your husband's face as he watches you fall hopelessly in
love with the woman who will be the purpose for every
breath you take. No, not me. I am just a catalyst."

She pointed again to the many video cameras placed around
the room, capturing her from almost every perspective. "You
see? Now be a good girl and put on a nice show for hubby."

Patsy stood and walked over to the kneeling captive,
spreading her legs and thrusting her hips forward. "Say it."

Joyce's mouth fell open, eyes pleading for mercy. She
couldn't remember how to be silent. Everything she tried
just made the words come more easily to her trembling lips.
"The slave begs a taste of her sister's hot, steaming cunt
in honor of my only love and eternal Owner, Mistress
Tamara."

"Oh, Joyce, that was pretty good, but you just didn't have
your heart in it. Again, with feeling. Try to make me cum
with your words."

Joyce screamed inside as her voice, sultry and seductive,
dripped with lust while she repeated the phrase. "The
slave begs a taste of her sister's hot, steaming cunt in
honor of my only love and eternal Owner, Mistress
Tamara..."

"Much better, Joyce. But I think I'd like your hot little
tongue in my asshole. Wouldn't that be better?"

Joyce felt her thoughts melt away as the image of her
tongue in Patsy's brown, puckered anus bathed her in wanton
desire. "Oh, yes so much better... pleeease let me tongue-
fuck your asshole, Patsy!" There was no more room for
screaming in her mind now. No room for resistance. The
pleasure was just too great to allow space for anything
else.

"Mmmmmm, okay," sighed Patsy She turned around and bent
over. "If I'd known you were so hot for it, I'd have taken
a shower this morning."

Joyce moaned as multiple triggers went off in her mind,
wiping away the last of her defiance. She looked to one of
the cameras and licked her lips. Her eyes shone with
obscene hunger. "Marvin, honey," she nearly sang, "I do
this in honor of the love of my life, my purpose for
living, my Owner and Mistress, Tamara Morgan, in order to
show you her infinite power. And it's much better for me
than it is for you..."

She stretched out her tongue as far as she could and,
grabbing Patsy by the hips, dove into her asshole, moaning
and mewling as her own pussy exploded in pleasure. She
began rocking back and forth, pulling the agent with her,
grinding into her with wild abandon. Her grunts echoed with
Patsy's as their implants began to work in sync, driving
them deeper and deeper into their frenzied passion.

"Mungf! Mungf! Mungf! Mungf! MUNGF! MUNGF!"

Patsy screamed as her climax swept through her, pulling
Joyce with her... and Joyce... her corner turned, her life
changed, her mind forever one with her Purpose... sang a
mantra as she rose in flaming orgasm like a phoenix from
the ashes of doubt and despair... a mantra that, along with
the inhuman pleasure she could no longer live without, was
a hymn of grateful obscenities given freely...

Given freely... obediently... to Mistress Tamara.

And then it was time to begin again, and again, and again...



PART THREE

Kimberly Smith looked up from her patient charts as the
entrance chimed. In the security monitors, she saw a woman
looking straight into the hidden camera. It was eerie --
there was no way the woman could know where the camera was,
but it was as if she was looking right at Kimberly's face.
With eyes long since trained for detail, she saw that the
visitor was dressed in what appeared to be a black silk
jumpsuit, with long brunette hair and a sinewy frame that
looked like it could do serious damage. This was a woman
with attitude.

Warning bells began to go off in her mind. This had every
sign of being dangerous.

She keyed the microphone that sat beside her in the main
nursing station. "May I help you?" she asked, her voice
full of the cold professionalism that she employed to chase
away visitors who were trying to sell something, or were
just plain curious. She hoped it would be enough for this
intruder. She rolled a bit closer to the security console,
becoming more wary as the woman didn't move.

She took a deep breath and let it back out. This sort of
thing happened on occasion. Enemies of the Agency had
sometimes managed to find out about this place.

The Warrenton Mental Hospital was hidden in plain sight,
located in the heart of one of the many ethnic
neighborhoods that were scattered around Pittsburgh. Behind
its masquerade as a simple facility for treating
depression, it hid a highly secret and secure asylum for
use by the Agency. Usually visitors were simply lost, or
looking for a public bathroom. But once in awhile, it was
someone trying to break in.

Someone just like this woman.

She hadn't even acknowledged Kimberly's question. After
perhaps forty-five seconds of silence, her voice came
through the console speaker, which laced it with static.
"Sexual deviance is the touchstone of illumination."

Kimberly sat for a moment, taking in the odd phrase.
Without otherwise moving, she reached over, pressed the
electronic door lock, and heard its buzzing through the
speaker. She keyed the overhead paging console and spoke
into it as if she were talking to a close friend. "Code
Violet. Dr. Anigav to the foyer, stat. Code Violet. Dr.
Anigav to the foyer, stat."

She relaxed as she felt her crotch moisten. One hand crept
up and began to massage her left breast. She mewled as the
pleasure of it crawled outward through her body - much more
intense than the stimulation alone warranted. She didn't
notice.

She didn't care.

She was obedient to Mistress. She couldn't even remember
not remembering why and for whom she breathed every breath.
There was only now, and now was telling her what she must
do. And as she obeyed, the pleasure soaked in further,
until her submission was more than something to accept. She
longed for it, to bathe in it, to drown in the relentless
arousal and lust and pleasure it gave.

There was a flurry of motion as armed security guards ran
past, outside to a waiting van, and began to load large
boxes onto a dolly. When this was done, they brought them
in and began to place them around different areas of the
hospital. Areas that contained personal computers.

She didn't see any of it. Her eyes were filled with a
dancing image of erotic, evolving beauty, an image she had
come to know very well. It was the image of her purpose --
of surrender to ever increasing pleasure. Ever increasing
devotion and loyalty. It was the gift of Mistress Tamara.
She licked her lips in anticipation of her coming climax.
It was always better. Always.

She wasn't disappointed. Wave after wave rocked her,
sending her legs flying and body bucking beyond her control
as her sun-heated cunt drooled more juices juices into her
soaked panties. Her head rocked as nonsense words babbled
out of her mouth, mixed with screams and mewls of
animalistic abandon... she rode it up and over and down and
up again, flying and diving, soaring for Mistress...

When her vision cleared, she looked to her left and saw
that the black-silken woman had entered and was standing on
the other side of the counter. Completely unashamed, she
stood up, picked up her set of keys, and walked out of the
nursing station, turning to face the bold intruder.

Her sister. The realization nearly made her come again and
a hot, desperate mewl hissed out of her lips.

Filled with the grace of Mistress, she dipped to her
knees, head bowed. Although she had never seen the woman
before, she knew her for who she was. "Mentor, this slave
awaits the commands of Mistress."

Natalie looked down at the

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