She passed by an open door and saw a small party going on. There were a few men in suits talking to each other, sipping drinks and exchanging pleasantries. Next to the men there were a number of gorgeous women in evening gowns laughing and flirting. One of the women looked at Kris briefly and then looked away, unimpressed. Suddenly Kris felt ridiculously out of place with her suitcase and unexceptional clothing. She thought about maybe going inside to ask directions, but then was at a complete loss as to what she would ask. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find a bunch of rapists to drug me and fuck me?" she joked to herself.
Then she heard her name being called from down the hallway. A woman was beckoning her. She was Indian with lustrous black hair and a long colorful sari. The woman looked very kind. Kris hurried away from the party and followed her.
"You must be Kris." She said, her voice carrying a seductive tenderness that instantly put her at her ease.
"Yes... um, can you tell me what's going on?" Kris answered, hoping for some answers.
"Oh, don't worry about all that now. Your friend wants to see you and I would hate to make her wait!"
"Tania?!" Kris's eyes lit up; "you are going to bring me to Tania?"
"Why, of course! Let's hurry this way." The girl said, smiling warmly.
The two woman hurried down more corridors, turning this way and that and descending down a few flights of stairs until finally they stopped at an ordinary looking door.
"Your friend is inside." The woman purred running her hand across Kris's shoulder. She stood between Kris and the door for a moment, staring with inexplicable tenderness into her eyes. Kris thought for a second that the girl might even try to kiss her, but after a moment she moved out of the way.
Kris opened the door quickly and looked inside. In stark contrast to the plush exterior, the room was cold and dark like a prison. Tania was huddled in a corner, curled into a ball and sobbing lightly. When she saw Kris standing outside she immediately lit up. The two girls ran and hugged each other passionately. Quietly the door closed behind them, plunging them into semi-darkness.
The two women began to exchange stories, talking at the same time, cutting each other off - crying.
"I - uh - I was waiting for you at the dance club..." Tania started.
" - I know. Something happened..." Kris interrupted.
"I was waiting and waiting and..."
"I couldn't come down, Tania. I.."
"I was waiting and then the girl, Bambi, left and.."
"Oh god, I know..."
"And then a man came and started calling for me. He knew my name and he said that you needed me - I got really worried and I hurried past him towards the bathrooms, but he told me you were outside and..."
"I - I'm so sorry Tania..."
"And then when I went outside I felt a sharp sting on my neck and the next thing I knew I was in a...in a motel and they..." She burst out crying.
"I know Tania - I know..." Kris admitted.
"Wha...What do you mean, 'you know'?"
"I saw - they had me in the next room! They showed me a video and threatened to kill you if I didn't obey them!"
"You saw me?!" Tania said, flushing deeply in embarrassment. "Then you saw..."
"They raped you."
"But - yes - but then I..." Tania stuttered.
"You were drugged Tania."
"But I..."
"You were drugged - I know - it happened to me. You lose your mind, you can't think. You..."
"I came really hard."
"I know - me too - I..."
"I couldn't stop," Tania interrupted. She was in the middle of a confession so Kris just let her speak. "There were so many of them - and they... they took me...they took me everywhere!" Tania clutched Kris close as she recalled the memory.
"It's over now.." Kris said, trying to sound strong and reassuring, but looking around the room they both knew that it wasn't.
Tania kept speaking, "I don't know how many men..."
"Shh..." Kris said, stroking her friend's hair.
"Kris...I don't know if I can do it again..."
"You won't have to..."
"No - I - I came a lot - and I..." she paused, on the verge of admitting something big, "I took them in my mouth and I - when they came I..."
"Shhh!"
"When they came I swallowed! I..."
"Shhh!"
"I swallowed- Oh GOD - I swallowed because I WANTED to!" Tania was hysterical now, "I swallowed it in my mouth. I swallowed it in my womb. I even swallowed it in my ASS!"
"Stop! Tania! Please..." Kris shook her friend hysterically, her own eyes streaked with tears.
Tania just stared at her friend with big, wide eyes, her chest heaving. "I wanted it everywhere!"
"It's not your fault!" Kris said, "It's not our fault! They drugged us - Tania, believe me! We'll get them - we'll get away and we'll get them! OK? OK?!"
Tania nodded childishly and crumpled into her friend's arms. They both
cried passionately. They were trapped in the room, plunged in semi-darkness
and completely exhausted and alone. For hours they stayed awake and tried
to make sense of what was happening, but eventually they fell into a fitful
sleep curled in each other's arms.
Kris opened her eyes slowly, peering into the darkness. With a forlorn sigh she realized she was still trapped in the room. Her friend Tania was still curled in her arms, fast asleep, but now there was a third person in the room. The Indian woman looked down on her and smiled warmly.
"Kris, are you awake?" she asked.
"Uh-uhm" Kris replied, unsure of whether to be afraid or assured.
"I'm so glad" she said, smiling, "It's time."
"Time for what?" Kris said, a little loudly.
"Shhh! Don't wake up your poor friend." The Indian girl warned, "It's time for... It's time for a bath... a bath and a massage. They are good things - trust me. Now, please, follow."
Kris didn't know what else to do. She thought about waking up Tania, but the Indian girl stopped her gently by placing a hand on top of hers and shaking her head slowly. "Let your friend sleep, she's had a rough time..."
So Kris left Tania and followed the Indian girl down the corridor. Again she was led through a maze of hallways and doorways until they finally arrived at some kind of a spa. There the Indian girl left her in the hands of a new woman. The new girl was also Asian, but with sharper, more oriental features. She was tall and thin with small breasts that protruded slightly against the stiffly starched cotton bathrobe of the spa. The girl smiled briefly and took Kris by the hand, leading her towards a sun-filled atrium.
The atrium was simply beautiful. There were lush green plants reaching towards the glass skylights. There was the steady gurgling sound of a pleasant waterfall trickling down a sculpted wall. The air smelled fresh and lightly scented with flowers in bloom. The Japanese girl began to take off Kris's clothing gently, but Kris clutched her clothes in alarm.
The girl looked confused and slightly hurt. "Please," she said, "enjoy this massage and bath. It is pleasurable and it is important. You will have your answers soon."
Kris did not look convinced.
"I will talk to you - explain things - while I work." The girl said softly, leaning into Kris's ear as if to whisper. She looked around briefly as if she were making sure nobody had heard her.
Kris didn't know whether to believe her. Had she just made a new friend or was this some kind of a trick?
Kris slowly acquiesced. She turned away from the girl as she removed her clothing, covering her nudity with a bathrobe. The earthen tiles felt cool and wet on her bare feet as she stepped out of her shoes. The cotton gown felt comforting and soft against her shoulders. The Japanese girl led her to a small massage table and gestured gently for her to get on. Kris slowly complied, laying stomach first on the padded surface.
"My name is Jo." The girl said softly as she began to brush her hair back, "Please tell me if you feel discomfort." The girl ran her fingers slowly and rhythmically through Kris's hair, exposing the soft nape of her neck. Then she began to speak. "I know you must be scared." She said, massaging her fingers along her neck. "I know you must be confused. I felt the same way too."
Kris's eyes fluttered shut involuntarily as the Jo squeezed the muscles of her neck softly between her fingers, working them in small circles. She relaxed a little as she listened to the girl's words. The massage felt exquisite.
"I was once new to the organization as well. I really know how you feel..." she said, working her fingers deeply into the knotted muscles of her upper neck. Kris held her breath. She was not at all sure she should be enjoying this. She half-expected the girl to suddenly douse her with another needle.
"You are so tense!" The girl said, "but I am not going to hurt you."
She paused her massage briefly to open a bottle of oil and pour it on her palms. Kris heard the girl's sharp intake of breath as she rubbed it between her palms. Then the girl placed both hands on Kris's neck and began to work the oil in.
At first Kris felt nothing out of the ordinary, but moments later she began to feel something that she had never thought imaginable. As the oil worked into her skin her nerves began to awaken - the girl's touch became intensely clear. It was as if she could feel every line of every fingerprint on Jo's hands. She even felt the blood running through Jo's fingers as they circled her neck. Kris started in alarm.
"Shhh!" The girl said, obviously feeling the same effects through her fingers. "It's the oil..." she explained as she slightly broadened the circumference of her circling hands.
Kris groaned unexpectedly, suddenly releasing the air that she had kept bottled up in her lungs. Her mind began to race anew - should she be letting this girl apply this oil? She resolved to let herself revel in the sensation for only a few more moments before getting up.
Jo began to work her fingers tentatively down her shoulders, pushing down the cotton robe slightly to make her work easier. Kris moaned again as the woman found the hard knot of her shoulders and began to massage them.
"It feels...good?" the Japanese girl prompted, breathing heavily herself.
Kris did not respond. She clenched her hands in indecision. It was like the natural order of her reflexes was inextricable thrown into chaos. Her skin seemed to have a memory. The initial charge of stimulation did not die over time as it normally would have, but instead it lingered languidly. The press of a hand continued to press long after the hand was gone. The feathery tickle of fingers brushed lightly over her skin continued to tickle for several minutes. It was like there were dozens of hands working her shoulders all at once, each with varying degrees of intensity as the memory of their impression slowly faded out of existence. Each time the girl would press down she would leave a new fingerprint, a new pressure on top of the already existing ones. Soon thousands of delicate hands seemed to be caressing Kris's shoulders with exquisite softness. She felt her shoulders warming, buzzing with an internal heat - a deep muscular heat that began to radiate in waves.
The girl continued to work down her back, pulling away the soft, cotton robe as she went. Soon her hands were running down Kris's arms to her elbow and back up across her shoulders and swooping down towards her neck and chin. Kris moaned, her eyes falling softly shut, as Jo feathered her hands across her body. Her previous indecision began to evaporate with each passing stroke. Her hands relaxed, her shoulders sank deeply into the mat as she gave up her will to run. She would abandon herself to the sensation and see what consequences were to come. Slowly she felt her robe being worked down farther, slipping off her arms and gathering in a soft pile just above her ass. The girl began to take long, languid strokes across her whole back, starting from the bottom and sliding all the way to her neck. She could hear the girl's sharp breathing as she too derived pleasure from the palms of her hands.
"Does the oil feel good on your back?" The girl asked.
Kris was sure she could detect some measure of jealousy. "Perhaps she is not allowed to apply it on her own body?" Kris thought as she listened to Jo's voice.
"Tell me. How does it feel? Good? Does it feel like you want to die? Like you want to melt? I...feel your skin - all of the little hairs on your skin... Do you know?" the girl asked.
"Yes," Kris answered, "I feel your skin too. I - ohhh..."
Just then the girl poured more oil on to her already glistening back and began to work it over the humps of her ass. Jo's fingers slipped far down her mid thighs, pushing off the robe and exposing Kris completely. Kris gasped as Jo's fingers worked their way down between her thighs and spread her legs slightly apart. The sensation was quickly becoming overwhelming.
Although her touch could easily have been erotic Jo fought to control herself and her movements - her purpose was to relax Kris. Even so she could smell Kris's sex as it moistened and spread. She moved down her legs and began to massage Kris's feet, curling her fingers around her toes and squeezing the entire foot lovingly between her hands. Kris groaned in response.
The massage continued endlessly. Jo worked every part of Kris's body until it was completely shining in the slightly phosphorescent oil. She turned Kris over onto her back easily, smiling as she watched her breasts flatten in this new position. She worked her hands over Kris's front, standing near her head and sliding her hands across her skin, over both her breasts and down towards the valley between her legs. As she leaned over the prone woman her own breasts, barely covered in the thin robe, brushed across Kris's belly. Jo's face inched towards the triangle of hair between Kris's legs. Jo thought about it. She knew that a slight quickening in her strokes, a simple diversion into the furrow between Kris's legs would invoke a sudden rush of passion from the woman who lay prone beneath her. She fought to control herself as she imagined how easy it would be for her to seduce Kris. How easy it would be to simply part the folds of her own robes and press herself down onto Kris's mouth that even now was breathing warm air onto the fabric of her robes.
She moved over her slowly and deliberately resisting the temptation only because she was told to do so - it was not yet time for Jo to have her turn. The Organization had procedures, plans, a whole detailed program to follow - she would have to wait until Kris was truly broken - then she would be with her or not with her to her heart's content. With great self-control she continued to rub the girl's gorgeous body, working out every knot, every possible tremor of tenseness, and analyzed every inch of her skin. She knew that a single absent-minded caress could Kris into a frenzy of rapturous stimulation. Kris, of course, had no idea what her masseuse was feeling.
Looking down on Kris's face Jo saw that her eyes were closed, her breathing steady and deep. She knew exactly what Kris was feeling - caught between sleep and wakefulness, between being and non-being. Looking down on that sweet, gorgeous face she knew she could not go on without allowing herself at least one kiss. She bent down and brought her lips to Kris's, pressing gently. Kris's mouth fell open slightly; unaware of what she was doing in her dreamy state. With her eyes closed she returned the soft and dreamy kiss, arching her neck slightly as Jo pulled away. Then, slowly, Jo helped Kris to stand up.
Kris did not resist. After such a long and intense massage it seemed that she was floating - that a sudden gust of wind could easily push her over. She longed for the comfort of the massage table. She was led slowly into the next room where a Jacuzzi bubbled powerfully. The water frothed and foamed as the jets shot under the tumultuous surface. Heat rose steadily, fogging the windows and dampening the air. Jo guided Kris to the edge and slowly helped her to get in. As her toes disappeared into the water the oil on the skin of her foot erupting into a brilliant multicolored light show. Kris seized - moaning loudly - the sensation was indescribably brilliant. It felt like she was dipping her foot into a warm, inviting mouth. The strength in her legs seemed to dissipate. She collapsed back into Jo's arms, shuddering slightly. Jo smiled as she let Kris's body slip completely into the bath. Her whole body erupted in pleasure as the bubbles rippled across her incredibly sensitized skin. She could feel each bubble individually and all of their multitudes at once.
All at once Kris stopped thinking. Her world reduced to the endless barrage of bubbles that rippled against her. She knew nothing of escape. She knew nothing of where she was. Her vision turned red behind her closed eyes as blood flooded to her brain. She bobbed limply and helplessly, her mouth agape, her muscles drained of any strength. She was at their complete mercy and she didn't even care.
Slowly a soft feminine voice came over the speakers, repeating endlessly the same few sentences, "...Give in to your desires...You are ours, let us lead you...Obey the organization...Give yourself to us... Abandon hope...Abandon yourself."
Kris's mouth fell open as she let out a silent moan. The words seemed to be going straight into her brain.
Jo looked up expectantly towards the camera in the corner of the room. A woman's voice came through the loud speakers. The voice was both seductive and soft, and yet carried undeniably authority. It was the voice of her boss.
"You have done well."
Jo nodded her head, folding her hands in front of her and smiling.
"Watch her and make sure she doesn't drown. I think three hours will be enough."
Jo looked back up at the camera, her eyes wetting slightly as if she were pleading for something.
"Ah yes," the voice resumed, "you deserve some compensation for your hard work, don't you?"
Jo nodded enthusiastically, smiling brightly.
"Very well. I will send down a man shortly. In the meantime you may please yourself."
With almost animal abandon Jo threw open the folds of her robe and buried
her hand between her legs. The oils on her palms flashed a brilliant red
as she immediately began to rub herself. Slowly she lowered herself to
her knees by the side of the Jacuzzi. She bent forward further, supporting
her weight with one hand and using the other to continue to stroke herself
between her legs. Her face was inches from the water as she stared at Kris
where she lay obliviously. Jo quickly brought herself to the first of a
series of orgasms as she constructed elaborate and devious fantasies of
what she would do to Kris.
"How shall we proceed with Kris after the Jacuzzi treatment?" He asked.
"Feed her and send her to room 16-D" she said offhandedly.
"And Mr. Angles?"
"Who?" she said, taking her eyes off of the video screen for the first time.
"Mr. Angles - two and a half million dollars..." Mr. Thomas prompted.
"Oh - him - yes, well, really who cares?" she said wickedly as she crawled on top of Mr. Thomas's lap, obviously turned on from the show.
"He didn't want Kris to be touched..." he continued, trying not to be distracted from business.
"Send him the video of the massage then... and the Jacuzzi - the less he knows the better." She said as she unzipped his pants and started to fish out his dick. With a feathery touch she started to stroke him to hardness, she couldn't have been less interested in talking business if she tried. "Whatever, let her rest then..." she said, her eyes widening in lust as she watched Mr. Thomas's dick grow to its full length in her expert hands, "you take care of the details."
She leapt off his lap and started to wiggle out of her pants, pulling them over her tight ass and sliding them down her long, smooth legs. Mr. Thomas watched tiredly from his chair - having a boss like this was a demanding job.
Kicking off her shoes she jumped back on, straddling Mr. Thomas with girlish delight. She swiveled the chair so that she could see the video screen over Mr. Thomas's shoulder and then she took the erect member in one hand and positioned herself over it. The thick shaft seemed dangerously large in relation to her body as it hovered below her. Holding the head firmly in her hand, her fingers barely closing around its girth, she began to rub it up and down along her pussy, coating it in wetness. Her legs dimpled in two concave indents where her legs met her hips - her muscles working just below the surface of her skin. Then, slowly, she began the long process of pushing it in -gasping loudly as the thick mass stretched her widely.
"Oh, John," she sighed, "you are so good to me..."
Mr. Thomas closed his eyes as he felt the tight warmth of her insides crushing down around the tip of his member. He guided her slowly over him by her hips. He knew his boss would ride him for hours as she watched her video screens with delight. She would languidly grind herself over him in tight, undulating swivels of her hips as she flipped through all of her channels, watching every aspect of her organization as it worked. If something were not to her pleasing she would get onto the intercom and scream at her employees, her mouth right next to Mr. Thomas's ear. If something was going particularly well - if say, for example, a new woman was being subjugated to a exceptionally erotic treatment, she would become enraptured, staring at the scene from all angles as she bucked on his lap. She might even forget that Mr. Thomas was there under her as she lost herself in her cameras, riding herself to incredible multi-orgasms, all the time screaming, "Yes. Fuck her! Fuck her harder! Yes! Break her!"
He knew he would have to remain hard all that time and resist his own orgasm or there would be hell to pay. Sometimes after coming off of a particularly intense series of orgasms she might notice, as if for the first time, that Mr. Thomas was there. At those times she would lean back, her face flushed pink and covered in sweat, and kiss him passionately on the lips, pulling his bottom lip out with a pop. Then she would forget about him again and return to her videos, screaming gleefully as if she were at a football game.
Sometimes, when it got to be too much for him, he would stand up suddenly from the chair, lifting her body with his and begin to ram her against the wall in quick, deep thrusts. She would laugh gleefully, her hands clutching his broad back, her legs locked around his hips as he drove into her with animal lust. She would goad him on with words, screeching and panting as he rammed her, until finally he would cum inside her, shooting his seed deep into her womb. His neck would be bruised and red from her teeth and his back would sting from her nails, but even then it wouldn't be over for him. She would expect more - an unending fuck, sometimes without even lunch, until it was late afternoon and he could convince her that he had other duties to perform, other business to take care of.
Then she would unstraddle him, letting his long member slid out of her, her face scrunched up in boredom as she resigned herself to another tedious afternoon. She would plop back down into the chair, her arms folded in front of her, her shoulders sunken and a pitiful pout on her lips and say, "Ok - party-pooper, do whatever it is you need to do. Spoilsport!" Then she would watch Mr. Thomas longingly as he tucked his wet and sore member back into his pants and continue to mumble something about how boring men are.
Mr. Thomas would often fantasize about how much he would like to put her through the treatment, but he knew his boss was much too strong for it. Her brains, her control, and her authority were necessary for the Organization - she was stronger than any one of its members - man or woman. Anyway, nothing could be done to her to make her anymore of a nymphomaniac than she already was.
So, on this occasion, he was not surprised at all to see her flip through her channels until she got to Tania's room, her devious mind already at work at how best to enjoy the day's entertainment.
"This one's weak." She said, watching the girl in her cell. Tania was back in the corner of the room, huddling her knees to her chest and crying softly. "I don't think she'll last much longer, do you?"
"Uh-Hmmm" Mr. Thomas said, watching his member disappear slowly into his boss's gorgeous body.
"Kris's friend, Tania," she repeated, slightly annoyed at his lack of attention, "I don't think she'll last much longer..."
"No?" he asked, but she was already on the intercom, forgetting all
about him. It was going to be a long day.
Tania lifted her head and looked towards the speaker in the corner of the ceiling. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying.
"Kris abandoned you... Poor child, you're all alone now."
The voice was feminine - cold and tormenting.
"No, you took her away. Kris would never leave me!" Tania sobbed.
"No, Tania, I'm afraid we didn't...She left on her own accord. There are so many things you don't know, child."
Tania shook her head and stood up. Her whole posture seemed to gain strength, "Don't you dare call me child, you sadistic bitch. You can do whatever you want to us, but don't even patronize me with your pathetic lies."
There was a sound of laughter and then the voice resumed, "Sadistic bitch? Oh Tania! I do adore your choice in words! Believe me, child, you haven't seen the half of it! But, you know, you are wrong about one thing - I would never lie to you. In fact I'm going to tell you the absolute truth: your friend abandoned you and now you're alone with me. But don't worry, I've sent my men down to keep you company. They should be there any minute! I would hate for you to get lonely..."
"NO! Please! Just tell me what you want! What do you want from me?!" Tania screamed.
Just then she heard the lock on the door unbolting. Two large men entered the room, smiling. One was holding a something long and slender in his hand, like a pole, the other held a needle.
"Stay away from me!" Tania screamed as she backed into the corner. "Tell them to go away - I'll do anything you want!"
"I know you will..." the voice taunted.
She tried to kick out at one of the men as he approached her, but he kept a safe distance, advancing instead with his cattle prod. He reached out and touched her with it, poking her on her side. There was a loud crackling sound as an arc of electricity jumped from the tip. Tania screamed in shock. The pain lasted for only a second, but that was more than enough. She crumpled into a protective ball, screaming hysterically.
"My, but you are a screamer!" The voice continued. "And here all this time I thought you liked long, hard rods..."
The man with the needle approached closer, seizing one of Tania's hands and pulling her up. She kicked and screamed, but he quickly twisted her hand behind her back and pressed her body against the concrete wall. Tania watched in desperation as the needle approached her neck.
"NO! NO! Nnneww!" She screamed as the needle sank into her skin. She watched the clear liquid drain from the plastic cylinder as the man pressed down on the end. She could immediately feel the warmth spreading. "Why?! Oh God! Why are you doing this to me!" she cried.
The men pulled away and backed out of the room, closing the door and once again plunging Tania into semi-darkness.
"Awh, Tania, don't cry..." The voice taunted, "Everything will feel better soon."
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Tania screamed in response, already beginning to feel woozy.
"Ok, Tania, I'll shut up, but you're going to have to say 'please'..."
"...Please - just leave me alone - please!"
"That was so nice Tania. I tell you what, just because you were so nice I will let you watch one of my favorite videos while you wait."
A screen went on. Tania's heart sank as she saw herself at the motel. As clear as day she could see herself being reamed from behind as she came mindlessly.
"Turn it off! Oh please, turn it off!" She screamed, but even so she couldn't help but watch. Chills raced through her body and her skin stood in Goosebumps as she heard her own voice moaning. As much as it revolted her to consider it, she had enjoyed it - it had felt good. In spite of herself she continued to watch. She was amazed at just how crazy she had been.
Slowly she became more fascinated. As she continued to watch the drug began to take effect. Her breathing became steadier, albeit still heavy, and her eyes began to glass over. Within twenty minutes she had become completely entranced. Without even knowing it her hand began to lightly trace along the contours of her leg. She began to watch the video with a sort of vain longing. She knew it was going to happen to her again, but it no longer seemed so bad anymore. She found herself almost secretly waiting for it to begin. By the time they came to fetch her she had her hand deeply buried between her legs. She looked briefly at the two men who entered her room and then turned her head back to the video screen.
She did not resist as they hooked her arms and began to lead her away. They half carried her, half guided her down the corridors and into another room.
"Are you going to fuck me?" She asked one of the men.
"Yes." He replied.
"Hard? Are you going to fuck me hard?" Her voice was caught somewhere strangely between fear, curiosity and excitement. It was strangely clinical.
"Uh-hum... As hard as you want." He replied, smiling in amusement.
She turned her head to the other man. "You too?" she asked.
He nodded in response.
"I want it in my ass." she said matter-of-factly, surprising both men.
The two men looked at each other briefly: wordlessly conveying their endless thanks to the Organization for making it all possible. Then they led the incredibly beautiful woman through an open doorway and into a large square room with a huge padded mat in the center. The mat was raised a few feet off the floor like a bed: blue-green like a wrestling mat, but thicker and more stylistic. It was the kind of thing that just ached to be jumped on. Against the walls there were several cabinets and shelves with various sexual toys of all types and sizes and colors. On the ceiling there was a whole array of lights and cameras like out of a studio. Then there was a large mirror right over the center of the mat and, of course, there were large video screens built into the center of each wall. The room looked like the central playroom of a truly deranged intellect.
Tania jumped onto the mat without any encouragement, rolling playfully around on its expanse. She giggled drunkenly as she pressed the soft skin of her cheek against the cool surface of the mat. In her aroused state any stimulation felt wonderful. The two men took off their shoes and jumped on the mat as well, crawling on their hands and knees to catch her. Tania giggled and bolted towards the center where both men dove on her playfully, wrestling her down onto her stomach. She laughed dizzily, pinned under the two men and continued to try to wiggle out from beneath them. Both men were smiling boyishly, thrilled by flirtatious way Tania was playing. They began to run their hands all over her body.
Tania felt their weight on her back as she was pressed gently into the mat. She felt their hands squeezing and sliding over her body. One of the men reached between her legs and began to stroke her from behind. Her hips moved in response, pivoting up and down at the waist against his hand. She curled her arms up against her chest and turned her head to the side, pressing her ear flat onto the mat. From this sideways angle she could see one of the men smiling and staring down on her as he touched her.
"At least he's cute." She thought as he began to slide one hand between her arm and her ribs, reaching for her full breast. She moved her arm slightly out of the way to give him easier access. His hand slid between the mat and her chest and cupped her breast in his palm.
"You guys are bad you know... " She said as she continued to look at him. Her hips never stopped moving against the other man's hand. Her cotton panties were soaked through.
"Uh-hum.." the cute man agreed.
"I really hate you, you know..."
"Uh-hum." The man said again, bending down to kiss her on the mouth. Her lips parted as she returned the kiss. He began to work her shirt up over her breasts. She lifted her upper body slightly to accommodate.
"Am I ever going to get free?" She asked. She felt the other man reach his hands up her skirt and loop his fingers around the straps of her panties.
"Do you want to?" The cute man replied
There was no answer. Tania lifted her hips slightly as her panties were rolled down from under her skirt. She continued to stare at the cute man.
"Am I always going to feel like this when you drug me?" she asked.
"How do you feel?"
"Good.... Horny." She replied, her eyes set evenly on his. The man behind her slid off her soaked panties and moved back up her body, sliding both his hands along her legs until they slid over her ass, pushing up her skirt around her hips. She was totally exposed to him.
"Yes - always." The cute man answered, "Soon you will feel this way without the drugs." He began to pull off her shirt and bra, wiggling it over her head. She extended her arms out in front of her to help.
"Is this what you did to my friend?" she asked through her shirt as it was being pulled over her head.
"No, your friend just left you." He pointed up at one of the video screens, "See?"
Tania looked up at the video and saw Kris getting a massage, on the other wall she could see Kris relaxing in the Jacuzzi. She seemed to have no reaction. "Oh" she said, simply.
One of the men slid his hand back between her legs, stroking her slowly. She was already very, very wet. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second and she spread her legs apart slightly to give better access. He easily slipped a finger inside.
"Why did she leave me?" she asked matter of factly.
"I don't know," the cute man shrugged, "I guess she's a bitch." He began to kiss her neck and back, following the light trail of soft brown hair down between her shoulder blades. The other man slid two, then three fingers into her body, pushing them in and out slowly and drawing the wetness up along the crack of her ass.
"How do you feel?" he asked as he nibbled on her neck and ears, his hands were busy removing his own clothing.
Tania's hips rocked back against the other man's fingers slightly faster. When she answered her voice was a little less composed, "Scared."
"Scared? What are you scared of?"
"Myself..." she said, spreading her knees slightly farther apart. "I don't think I can go through this again."
"Why? What's going to happen?"
The man behind her let his fingers slide out with a feathery softness. He lowered his face between her legs, nestling his face into her pink opening from behind and began to lick softly.
"I - Oh God..." She didn't finish her sentence.
He knew exactly what she was scared of. He knew she was afraid of losing herself completely. He could sense that she was close. She felt isolated and vulnerable and her body was betraying her. Psychologically she was in the perfect state to switch allegiances, all she needed was a little encouragement.
"Give in to the feeling," he said softly, whispering into her ear. "Don't be scared of it. Your friend abandoned you - you are alone now - there is nothing left but the three of us. Let go. Let it happen."
Tania continued to stare at him, her breathing growing a little deeper. She touched his face with the fingers of one hand. Her eyes softened in tenderness. "If I...give in, will you be the one to take me?"
"Me?" he asked surprised. "Why me?"
"Because I am alone."
"But I am part of the Organization..."
"I want someone to protect me. I will give myself to you. Will you be the one?"
The cute man smiled. "Sure."
Tania closed her eyes again and straightened her head, lifting it up slightly and pressing the top of her forehead into the mat. The man behind her buried his face in deeper. She stopped asking questions and began to concentrate on the stimulation. "Then tell him to lick a little faster." She finally said.
Slowly Tania stopped fighting against the effects of the drugs. With a sense of abandonment she let herself go. She began to concentrate on the touch of the men. It was so much easier that way. Everything began to float. She could feel her body open up like a flower. The tongue kept lapping at her, wetting her and pushing her further. She knew they were going to fuck her soon and the inevitability was turning her on immensely. The urge to give into it, to let herself be used completely, was overwhelming. It just felt so good and it was just so hard to think.
Her hips began to rock up and down against the face behind her. She was lying on her stomach, her ass in the air, her neck bent so that she was breathing into her own cleavage. The second man, the cute one she had chosen to fuck her was kissing her back and neck. He had taken his clothes off and she could see his erection jutting out between his legs as he moved. The man behind her slid his hands around to the front of her waist and pulled her hips upwards and backwards, opening her further to his tongue. Her hips began to gyrate faster, her eyes fluttering closed.
"I... I think I'm..." she began to say, but already she could feel him straddling her, his naked legs brushing against her own. It was not the man she asked to take her, it was the other man - not half as cute - fat really, but she didn't care anymore. She felt his head at the entrance to her pussy, rubbing in small circles, then it moved slightly up and circled against her ass.
"I think I'm ready," she said, "... do it."
Suddenly she felt it slip in. Her body melted all at once, a warm gushing of blood to her brain, turning all her thoughts to mush. She felt it sliding steadily inside her ass, his fat hands clamping her around her waist.
"God...you. I wanted it to be you." She said to the cute one. Her insides began knotting up, crunching down on the thing inside her. The man behind her continued to move inside her steadily.
The cute man continued to whisper in her ear, "Give in... Let it happen...It doesn't matter who it is me - or him - it's all of us - anyone of us. "
Her insides began clamping down harder and harder. Her eyes squeezed shut. "I wanted it to be you."
"Open to him - open." He said in her ear.
Her insides began to knot up like a vice. "He is so deep," she said, her eyes closed, "It's so deep."
The fat man moved in steady strokes, rocking her. Her world began to turn red.
"I can't think, I can't breath." She gasped softly, "- please. I..."
The fat man pressed himself down further into her body - moving steadily, insistently. She felt tremors tickle her from deep within. Biting her lower lip she arched her back slightly, letting them ride through her. She groaned softly as the first orgasm stole through her.
"Oh god, I'm cumming." She said as she collapsed softly back onto the mat, the man still in her ass. She felt the cute man's hands in her hair, lifting her up gently. She saw his lips descend onto hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. The steady rocking in her ass continued as she returned the soft, luscious kiss. Her breath went straight into his - she knew there was no hope - her ass melted open, another orgasm quickly approaching.
They fucked her like that for hours.
"Jo is that you?" Kris asked softly, straining her neck backwards to see who it was. But, to her surprise, it was the nice Indian girl that she had met when she had first come into the Organization.
"Jo is busy right now." The soft voice replied, "I am here to take care of you now."
"Where are you taking me?" Kris asked. "Are we going back to see Tania?"
"No, honey, not yet. First we have to get you cleaned up of all this oil, don't we?" She replied.
Kris looked down at her naked body and realized it was still glistening with oil. Apparently the water in the Jacuzzi did nothing to wash it off. "How are we going to get it off?" she asked.
The Indian woman didn't answer. Somehow Kris could tell that she was hiding something.
They stopped just outside a large iron door with a huge metal bolt across the middle. The door looked thick enough to be part of a bank vault. There was a small cot next to the door onto which Kris was briefly put. The Indian woman took a deep breath and slowly turned the bolt on the door. There was a loud click as some internal mechanism slid open. The Indian woman looked at Kris for a long moment before she opened the door. For a moment Kris was sure that she saw fear in her eyes. Then she picked Kris up and hurried her into the room.
The room was small and circular with a large iron "X" shaped table bolted in the center. On the ground and across all the walls there were organic, balloon shaped pods sticking to the metal walls with some kind of yellow-green slime. The air was thick and humid, like out of some tropical rain forest. The Indian girl, tense outside the door, was now obviously petrified with fear. She hurriedly led Kris to the center of the room and laid her back onto the table. She kept looking over her shoulder and all around her at the veiny pods as if expecting one to reach out and grab her. Kris tried meekly to resist, but the strength was sapped out of her muscles. The Indian girl quickly looped a leather strap over Kris's left wrist and pulled it tight, pinning her arm to the table. She almost ran around to the other side and secured her other wrist and both her legs. In a few moments Kris was tied, spread eagle and naked to the iron table. Kris lifted her head to watch the other woman run out of the room and shut the door with an well-engineered thud. Soon the strain on her neck was too much and she let her head fall back onto the table and began to wait.
Nothing seemed to happen for a very long time as Kris kept slipping in and out of consciousness. For a moment she thought she heard a very wet, gurgling sound, but then it was gone. Another time she thought she was something move, or slither, but it was just out of her sight and when she strained her neck to see she couldn't make out anything but the greenish pods.
Then there was a loud clang as a light switched on. A bright red heat lamp went on above Kris's prone body and sent a warm spotlight down over the table. Kris could feel the oil begin to heat up, shining brightly in the new light. Suddenly, too, she could see things slithering between the pods at the floor. In horror she watched one of the pods fastened onto the wall across from her begin to pulse. The pod began to shift and strain as something squirmed inside of it, then the top curled opened and a long, thick, snake-like thing fell out of it and plopped onto the floor where countless other things already were writhing.
Then Kris felt something on her foot. She lifted her head in terror and screamed as saw another small, snake-like thing hover over her skin. The thing swayed back and forth for a moment, smelling her skin, then it darted forward and brought its wet maw flat against the skin of her ankle.
Kris yelped in terror as she saw it dart forward and felt it make contact with her oil soaked skin. She shook her foot to try to throw it off, but the tight bonds made it impossible. The mouth clamped down on her skin like a suction cup, pulling the skin up slightly in a small circle around the maw. Then a raspy, needle-like tongue flicked over the upraised skin, cleaning it of the oil. Kris screamed again as she felt the same thing happen on one of her arms, just below her hand at the wrist. She realized that countless numbers of these worms were scaling the table along the rods anchoring it into the floor at each of the four extremities of the "X". She could see a mass of them fighting each other, crawling over each other and slipping back down to the floor where a countless number of others squirmed and slithered. It was like a Darwinian struggle of survival as the multitudes of sizes and shapes struggled to reach their food source. Soon dozens of them succeeded in scaling the table and latching onto the skin of her arms and legs, each maw sucking up a tiny circle of skin and incessantly flicking its tongue over the surface. The feeling was somewhere between intense ticklishness and slight pain. The sensitizing oil intensified each flick of their raspy tongues, so like in the Jacuzzi she could feel each one separately and all of them at once.
Covered to her elbows on each arm and half way to her knees on each leg Kris began to sob. Nothing in her wildest imagination could have prepared her for this. A few days ago she had been living her life contently and free and now she was living in some perverse sexual nightmare. Sexual was the right word, because despite her revulsion at the sight of the worms, the feeling was undeniably erotic. Every inch of her skin was being licked. Every inch of her skin tingled. Every inch of her skin glowed from the heat of the lamp. She was bound tight against the table and the eroticism of the bondage worked into her deepest and most hidden fantasies. The fight for her skin, for the oil on her skin, continued and intensified. The whole room squirmed with life. Some worms slid along and under the ledge of the table and found the skin of her neck, just under the ears. Some found the skin of her sides. Some found the skin of her thighs, both on the inside and out.
Kris started hyperventilating. It was like being eaten alive. She was waiting for her whole body to be covered with the undulating mass. The sensation growing on her like if she was being drowned. Then she heard a high-pitched screech and looking between her legs she saw something that made her heart stop: a worm, ten times the size of the others hovered on its own accord like a king cobra. She saw its maw open, moist and wet, and a thick red tongue flicking in and out. Then it plunged forward between her legs and over the soft folds of her exposed pussy. She threw her hips from side to side trying to shake the thing off of her, but the flexible worm easily kept time with her shifts. Soon she felt its tongue flicking over her sensitive skin wildly. The suction in its maw pulled her open, she felt all the folds of her vagina opening and distending into its maw and then she felt its tongue shoot inside of her. She arched her back and groaned, actually throwing off a half dozen smaller worms attached to her skin. She kept her back arched, straining all the muscles in her neck and legs as she clenched her teeth and tried to fight the effects of the large, exploratory tongue. Before even half her body was covered with the worms she had her first orgasm. It shook her to the core as her legs fluttered open, spreading to give the huge snake-like thing better access.
An hour later the heat lamp flicked off and the vault door swung open. The Indian girl stepped inside and looked down at Kris. The worms were gone. They had licked off every remnant of the oil from every fold and every curve of Kris's skin and then they had returned to their pods to lie dormant. Kris lay completely still. She was still griping the sides of the table, staring up at the ceiling with wide blue eyes and breathing softly. Her skin shone like new - the massage, the Jacuzzi, hydrolyzing oil, the incredible organic, orgasmic cleaning all worked together to revitalize her skin like no spa treatment could ever approach.
"Did you enjoy that?" The Indian girl asked as she unfastened her bounds.
"Oh God, help me get out of here." Kris moaned as she leaned on the other woman for support. They both hurried out of the room. Kris's heart jumped with gladness as she saw the bolt seal the door tightly closed. Wordlessly she walked back to her cell lost in her own feelings of shame and humiliation. She vowed never, never to be put inside there again. She had never felt so violated in her life. She felt like if she had just been made to fuck a dog, but the worms weren't even mammals! The thought that she had cum humiliated her.
Back in her cell Kris realized that Tania had not yet returned. With a great deal of worry she lay on the bunk bed and waited. In another hour, exhausted and confused and beaten she fell into a fitful sleep.
The end of chapters 11 through 15.