Mr. Thomas leaned forward from behind his large oaken desk and smiled warmly. He gestured grandly to a silver tray in front of him. Among other things there was a bottle filled with bright red, gelatin-like capsules, a taller bottle of bluish oil and several high-tech looking devices. Also on the tray were a few laminated photos of women and a large, sturdy-looking vibrator.
"The world is breathtakingly anonymous," he continued, "The link between a person and the rest of society is tenuous at best. The set of social connections that gives each of us a sense of security and a sense of connection to the larger world is fragile: a few strings cut here and there and a person is severed from the whole delicate network. It is so easy, so terribly easy for a person, a woman, to simply fall off. Cutting the strings is not as difficult as one would imagine - you see, the only thing really holding one person to another is feelings - and feelings are so easily manipulated:
For example - Give a person a good reason to be angry and he or she will be angry. It's that simple. Give a person a good reason to be jilted, to go away, and they will. It is easy, trivial even, to get rid of a pesky boyfriend, or bothersome husband. It is only marginally more difficult to turn away friends and even family. All it takes is the will to do so. These days even the nuclear family is in splinters - so many things can go wrong between mother and daughter, between brother and sister that it is hardly surprising to anyone when family members become estranged from each other. People give up on each other so readily that it is almost amusing...."
Mr. Thomas flipped through the photos on the tray and pointed towards one of them. It was a picture of an extremely innocent looking woman in her late teens. The photo was evidently taken during a sunny afternoon picnic in the tall grass of a meadow. The girl was looking into the camera and smiling brilliantly while shading her eyes with one hand to block out the sunlight. A breeze had plastered the thin material of her sundress against her thighs and torso so her lithe body was perfectly silhouetted in the light. Her breasts filled out the top of her dress enticingly. The whole scene looked idyllic.
"Take Christine for example. Would you believe her father is a minister! She was such a devoted, pious young thing - she was even hoping to be a missionary! Once we had broken her - and she hardly put up a fight really - then it was frightfully easy to unburden her of her father and brothers. Anyone can willingly loose friends if they want to. All it took was a few scandalous outbursts in Church, a few rumors about drugs and prostitution and the family wrote her off as a terrible embarrassment. They were almost grateful to see her pack her bags and leave."
Mr. Thomas chuckled lightly and picked up the remote that was sitting on his desk. He languidly pointed it towards a video monitor on the wall and pressed a button. Immediately a video started to play. The video starred Christine, but without the sundress. Instead she was completely naked and covered with sweat. Her breasts were thrusting into the air as she rode on top of a scrawny man whose face was digitally blurred out. Suddenly the room was filled with the erotic sounds of her moaning and screaming.
"GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! HARDER!!! FUUUUCK ME! CUM IN ME! YES! YES! YES!!!!!"
Her voice broke in an undeniably wild orgasm on the last "yes", but she continued to ride her man in glorious delirium. The wild, animal abandon in which she was throwing herself into the act was truly startling.
Mr. Thomas turned down the volume slightly and continued speaking, "The man she is with now was one of our clients. He is the very man who had stalked her after she had rejected and humiliated him. He is the very man that had pestered and threatened her until she had gone, hysterical and tear streaked, to the police to have a restraining order put on him. I cannot tell you how loathsome she found this man or how much she despised him. That is until he came to us to solve his problems..."
He paused for a moment - in the silence Christine's moans could still be heard - "Fill me! Take me! Splash your hot, delicious cum into me - deep into me! I want it! Yes! I'm yours! Take me!" The bed was creaking dangerously with the force of her thrusts as she rammed herself down onto the man below her.
"We create animals here. Make no mistake, the woman we produce here are animals - their every thought, every instinct and inclination revolves around sex. They live to fuck." He paused to let his point sink in.
"Most men will pretend to be shocked by this - they will pretend that it is the hunt or the challenge that they adore. Some will say, quite righteously, that it is the friendship and love that they crave. Others pretend it is the intellectual stimulation and companionship - long, stimulating conversations deep into the night, soft, tender kisses, spooning and cuddling, little unexpected gifts, help matching their socks in the morning ...But really, when you get down to it, we all know it's about power! Which of these men is really thinking about long, stimulating conversations when they are fucking - really fucking? Which of them doesn't really hope to possess his woman completely and utterly - to transform her with his body into a sex-starved and completely deviant animal like Christine?"
Mr. Thomas folded his hands in front of him and leaned forward for emphasis, "This is the service we provide. We specialize in revenge against the cheating girlfriend or the jilted lover. We specialize in the fulfillment of lust - The requitement of unrequited love. Our organization panders to the darker side of the male impulse. Our organization brings gratification - complete gratification - to the darkest of men. Actually it is the getting there - the tearing down of the will - the slow submission to another - the terrible trembling fear of giving into lust - the first mind shattering, truly mind-shattering orgasm - this is the part I like best. Mr. Angles, if you become one of our clients you shall see this all for yourself. You will not be disappointed, I assure you..."
Mr. Thomas flicked off the video of Christine and regarded the cowardly man sitting across from him for a moment. Mr. Angels was obviously worked up into a real state - a real sniveler. Mr. Thomas stared at him for a long time, as if he were trying to come to a decision, then he leaned back in his plush leather chair and smiled broadly.
"I can see that you are still, shall we say, hesitant? I'm going to do something for you, Mr. Angles Usually, at this point in an interview I would limit you to pre-recorded videos and pictures, but instead I am going to share a rather personal story with you. It is the story about how I got to be involved in the Organization... You see, Mr. Angles, you and I are not all that different from each other. In fact, I think I used to be a good deal more timid than you are now."
Mr. Angels smiled, his ego duly stoked.
"It all started about five years ago on a camping trip that my then-fiancé and I had planned. Everyone has an experience that changes him - this was mine - and hers. This is a long story so help yourself to some tea or coffee and sit back and relax. I must warn you though, at the end of my story you will be required to decide if our services are right for you and Kris... And please, Mr. Angels, do not take this decision lightly: a negative answer has certain consequences... unpleasant consequences."
Mr. Thomas paused for a moment to let the full weight of what he had said to sink in, then with inward joy he continued.
"The story I am about to relate to you is the absolute truth - as you will soon see. It began five years ago, right before the big camping trip. At that time our methods were considerably less sophisticated than they are today. And, to tell you the truth, I had no idea - literally no idea - of what I was getting myself into.
My fiancé's name was Anita and I wanted to make this trip very, very special. We had both experimented with drugs before - pot, acid, ecstasy - and all our experiences had been positive so when I heard of a new drug on the market I became very interested. The drug was rumored to be a potent aphrodisiac for women; an ecstasy pill designed specifically for females. Girls were supposed to feel absolutely, stunningly happy for several hours and it was rumored that they would feel more deeply in touch with their femininity. A friend summed it up like this: he said that I simply must try it. The incredible, frenzied sex that was sure to come was an added bonus.
So, a few days before our trip I made some inquires among my friends and connections about where I could get a hold of some. At first it seemed that none of my usual contacts had it - they had everything else, of course, and I was almost ready to simply settle for some ecstasy when I finally got a lead. It turned out that a friend of a friend of my friend knew someone who knew someone who might know someone who might have some. I spent an afternoon working up the ladder of connections and having the same nervous conversation with people who were both untrustworthy and who didn't trust me. Finally I ended up being led into a surprisingly professional looking office. At that moment I should have known that I was dealing with something much bigger than I was ready for, but, of course, I was pig-headed and obstinate, so I played along.
I was led into a small conference room, much like we are now and I was briefly interviewed - yes, can you believe it? I was interviewed before I bought the drug! At first I was sure it was some government sting operation, but then something about the type of people I was meeting told me otherwise. Twenty minutes later I was walking out with a small vial of liquid and $70 less in my pocket.
Now, of course, I was faced with another problem. I wanted the drug to be a surprise - Anita always got skittish around new things and I didn't want to spend the time it was going to take to convince her to try it. Now, in hindsight, I wonder if I suspected all along what was truly going to happen...
So I formulated a plan; I would dissolve it in her morning coffee just before she went to work. The man who I bought it from told me that the effects of the drug would last for 36 hours and peak after 12. So I figured that she would ingest it in the morning, work half a day (she had arranged to leave early to go on our trip) and meet me in the afternoon. By that time she would be so hot for me that she would be dying to do it in the car on the way to the campsite. I imagined resisting her for a few more hours until she was literally begging me for it - then I would give in and we would have the greatest sex of our lives. I figured we would fuck non-stop in a drug-enhanced daze all weekend. As it turned out, everything I had imagined went completely wrong.
To begin with she almost caught me emptying the vial into her coffee. Then she was in such a rush to go to work after being delayed with packing that she had no time for her usual routines - including coffee. I had to pour the cup into a thermos and insist that she drink it on her way to work. Then I guess she forgot about it until after she was driving home a few hours later.
The drug was a psycho-stimulant - one of our most rudimentary formulas. It turns out that the first images that a woman sees when she is on the drug is the most important - that is why the men forced the girl in room 16-D to stare at the man on the screen. A woman will fixate on the first virile man she sees much like a newborn chick will fixate on the first hen it sees as its mother.
Somehow, too, the image is best viewed impersonally and at a distance - this allows the mind to more easily construct its own rich reality. Too much real life can be a bad thing. In fact, when and if you subject Kris to the treatment you will not be in physical contact for several days, or even weeks depending on the level of her resistance and the thoroughness that you want her subjugated to you... Ironic, isn't it?
Well, anyway, we will get to that later. Anita must have sipped her
coffee on her way home from work and that is when it all started. I have
a tape for you - this was recorded on the following Monday after our camping
trip during one of her sessions at her shrink. I had to go through a lot
of trouble to get this tape, but it was well worth it - it is, in her own
words, exactly what happened to her."
A woman's voice came out of the speaker - soft and tired. Just from the voice Mr. Angles knew that Anita was a beautiful woman - sometimes you can just tell.
She took a deep breath and began to retell the events of the last few days. "It all started the day before we left, at about two in the afternoon on Friday. It was the hottest time of the day. I had taken off from work early and was driving to meet John at his apartment. The noon sun must have been beating down on the streets for nearly two hours and had turned the asphalt soft and gooey. Everywhere I looked heat was rising in columns of fume that ruffled the few dry leaves on the city trees. Traffic was backed up bumper to bumper and I was stuck in it. I remember crawling along with the rest of the cars in my little Volkswagen but the AC was out. So much for buying used cars!"
The doctor scribbled some notes and patiently urged her to continue.
"I had the windows rolled down but it didn't do any good in the stagnant air. Sweat was collecting in little drops on my nose and forehead and my shirt was clinging to my back. You know, it was one of those times when little trickles of sweat spring from your armpits and race down your side..."
The doctor hummed in agreement.
"Well, I was thinking of the camping trip and thumping my steering wheel to the music on the radio and ..."
"What kind of music were you listening to?" the doctor interrupted.
"It was Latin. I don't remember the song.."
"Ok. Continue with your story.." The doctor scribbled some notes into his pad.
"Well, I was trying to figure out if I had brought all the stuff I needed. My backpack was in the back seat. I remember reviewing the list: candles, snacks, wine, chocolate, books of erotic poetry, and other absolute necessities. I wanted to bring all the romantic stuff because I knew that John would have taken care of the more pragmatic items like the tent and mosquito repellent. I remember being very happy to be getting out of the city because everything was so ... I don't know ... urban I guess. There were piles of black garbage bags lying on the sidewalk waiting to get picked up. All the buildings had bars on their lower windows..."
"Were there other people around?"
"Yeah, some kids were playing ball on my left in a fenced-in basketball court. And just up the road there was a group of local boys hanging out on the steps."
"These were the boys in your first dream?"
Anita blushed a little and lowered her voice, "Yeah, they were the ones.."
"Describe them to me. What happened?"
"I was looking at them absentmindedly as the cars inched forward. They were dressed in the current vogue. You know, bright colors with baseball caps turned to the side and long, baggy jeans hanging just off their asses so that their brand-name boxers were plain to see. They must have been around 18 or 19 years old. They were all moving to music coming out of their boom box that was sitting on the steps between them. One of the boys looked at me: you know, one of those long, sweeping 'I'm checking you out' looks. Of course I looked away down the street, but when I glanced back he was still staring! I remember his stupid grin - the corners of his mouth were all turned up and I could see a bright gold tooth. He had a straggly little boyish mustache just off his upper lip."
"What happened next?"
"Well, I looked away again, and sent out my best 'bug off, twerp' vive. I didn't even bother looking back when the cars moved enough to bring me right up next to them. I knew they were probably talking about me but I just fixed my eyes on the cars ahead and pursed my lips. I could hear their music mixing with mine....Then it happened.
I began to feel very dizzy. It was the first of three times, as you know. Everything seemed to slow down - their music and mine mixed into one long, slow motion beat. I turn my head to look at them, but it all felt like I was moving through molasses. I saw them jeering at me. One of them was saying something but his words were coming out too slowly for me to understand. Another one was lewdly flicking his tongue - you know... and another was reaching between his legs and grabbing his groin over his shorts." Anita shuddered as she recalled all of the details.
Anita paused to choose her words carefully "Suddenly an image flashed through my mind; the first of many. It was there only for a second, but it was there as clear as day. That was the weirdest part. It was like if I was really living it."
"What was it an image of?"
Anita choked back a tear. "I was on my knees in a dark room. The kids from the street were standing all around me in a circle. They were naked and they were all stroking themselves. I could see their smooth teenage skin winking back and forth. I...I had my mouth around one of them; my hand was working another...."
"Please, Anita, be strong. Describe what happened next."
"That was it! That's all that happened the first time. I snapped out of it as suddenly as I had fallen into it. The man in the car behind me was laying on his horn and there was a gap of almost five cars left in front of me. I don't know where the time had gone. The boys were still gesturing at me but everything was back to normal speed. I stepped on the gas and squealed away. My heart was beating wildly all the way down the street. When I finally turned the corner I let out an incredible sigh of relief. I had no idea what had happened to me, but I didn't want to even think about it. I thought it was over. All I wanted to do was hurry to meet John. After that we made ourselves busy trying to find our way out of the city and to the woods."
He pressed play.
I ran wildly through the woods looking for a good spot to hide. I thought about maybe climbing a tree but then reconsidered: there would probably not be enough time and John would then find me hanging with one leg wrapped around a branch while I tried to scramble up. I had to find something better before time ran out. Then, just as I began to panic, I spied a group of big rocks that rose out of the ground. I ran towards them and slipped around the back.
It was a perfect hiding spot. The rocks rose about four feet from the soil and came together to make a sort of mini-cave that I could crouch in. There was just enough room for me to sit crunched into a ball. I sat there now listening to my own breathing and straining her ears for any sound of John. Soon enough I could hear some sticks cracking under his footsteps.
'Anita...? I'm coming to get you, Anita!' he was calling out.
I could feel the granite against my back - it felt cool - my heart skipped as I waited to be discovered. His footsteps came closer and closer. I don't know what it was, but I felt really turned-on; really, really turned on!
'Maybe you are hiding behind those rocks, huh?' he said.
I knew I was toast so I got ready to dash for it. Then, just as I was about to scramble out, the dizzy feeling came back. I fought hard to concentrate, but the world started to spin. Just like in the car, images started to form. They were blurry and distorted at first, but soon they were sharp and clear in my mind. I was back in a dark room, surrounded by teenage boys! It was as if a movie was being run in my head - a porno movie in which I was the star!"
The doctor stopped her at this point to emphasis that she should be really detailed in her description. When her voice returned it was a little shakier, a little less flowery. It was not clear whether she was recalling the memory with fear, disgust, or perhaps a little excitement.
" I was, uh, giving them oral sex. I had one of them in my mouth and then another. I could see all three boys pointing their, uh, cocks at me. They were all glistening wet...."
"Cock?" the doctor interrupted, probably raising an eyebrow.
Anita ignored the interruption and continued with her story. "My hands were stroking two of them, while my mouth bobbed over the one in front of me. I could see the kid's balls knotting up behind his shaft so I switched to the one on my left, sliding my mouth down on it until I hit my hand which was wrapped around the base. Then I switched to the one on my right. I remember sucking my cheeks in to compress around it...
I tried to snap out of it, but I really couldn't. I kept trying to get a hold of myself, but somehow there was nowhere to turn - somehow the images were flowing in and I couldn't stop them!!"
The doctor scribbled some notes on his pad.
"The cocks, um, penises, were crowding in around me. The boys were stroking themselves wildly - then with a sudden rush of lust I opened my mouth just as one of them came. I remember it all - the ropes of cum that splashed against my tongue, the really weird feeling of lust that it invoked in me... Then another came, then the other one. Even though it was just a dream I really felt in my mouth the sperm of three men!
Then, suddenly, John jumped in front of me just as my mouth was closing to swallow.
I remember the huge grin on his face as he screamed, "Ah hah!! I've got you!" and bent down to tag me.
At first I didn't even know where I was. For a few disorienting seconds I still had the image of the boys in my mind as I looked at John. Then he playfully kissed me and I was sure he would taste the other men. It only registered to me later that it was not real. In the meantime John reached down and grabbed my arms lightly to help me get up. As he pulled me up my face moved towards his zipper. Suddenly my mind went swimming again. I don't remember anything clearly after that..."
She pulled me towards the rock while her hand snaked into my underwear and pulled it out. It was already getting hard, but as soon as I felt her mouth descended over my entire length - that incredibly delicious warmth - I got hard instantly!
I was grinning like a schoolboy! I rested my hands on the top of the rock and looked around. Below I was getting wonderful head, and all around the birds were chirping and in the thick of the woods the trees rose tall and proud towards the sky. If anyone had walked by it would have look like I was happily humping a pile of waist-high rocks!!
I remember being in total heaven. I tried talking to her again - I said something like, 'God, honey, that feels SO good' or whatever, but the only answer I got was a slurping sound as my girlfriend continued to suck me. She was entranced. The next thing I knew her hands are working down my pants and underwear - she only let me out of her mouth for a second to get my boxers down. Soon her hands were cupping my ass and balls - you know how good that feels. I was euphoric as I felt my dick slip further and further into her mouth, much farther than ever before.
Frankly I was a little surprised that she hadn't already stopped. Usually she would do it only for a minute or two - or give it a quick kiss before rolling on the condom, but this time she was going on much longer than she ever had. I was so sure that she was going to stop at any second that I held my breath in anticipation and tried to concentrate on the last few furtive seconds that remained. But, to my great surprise, after five more minutes she hadn't even showed any signs of slowing down or tiring. In fact she started to pull at my ass with her hands, moving my hips backwards and forwards into her mouth with greater urgency.
She kept moaning into my dick, 'Mmmm, Mmm, Mmm!' as it slipped in and out. I knew the drug was working and I was so happy. Compared to the blowjobs she would give me later, this was amateur, but it was the first really good one ever. It was with all her soul, even though I didn't know at the time that she was really thinking about those kids she had seen on the steps....
I remember getting really worried when I began to tighten up; I knew that any more and I was going to cum. I knew, also, that she really, really hated the idea of a man doing that in her mouth. As she continued to slide me in and out of her mouth with tantalizing deliberateness my mind began to race. My fingers were delicately wound in her hair - and my instinct was to grab her head and jam forward full force - to bring myself off as hard and deep as I could, but I resisted.
You see, Mr. Angles, this is our true instinct - but few of us have ever really followed our natural call to dominate. This is exactly what our organization makes possible. It was the beginning of my enlightenment. I wanted to do it so bad; the temptation was so overwhelming that I could hardly resist. I rode the feeling, my fingers twitching slightly as I guided her head. Then, with gargantuan self-control, I started to pull away. I convinced myself that I wanted to save it for later. I was afraid of disappointing her because usually once I cum it takes me a very long time to be ready again. I felt that I should be able to give her something in return - especially since we were out on a romantic camping trip, and especially since I knew she was on the drug."
Mr. Thomas paused in his story, smiling deeply. Mr. Angles was enraptured.
"I pulled away gently, but guess what? Instead of letting me go she started pumping faster and faster! Suddenly she was drilling it into her mouth, shlirping loudly with every thrust! She acted as if she was actually afraid I was going to take it away from her!
The thought of letting myself cum down her throat turned me on incredibly. I wanted to do it so much, but even then, God-bless me, I considered pulling away. I even began pushing on her head lightly, trying to warn her as she drilled it deeper and deeper into her throat.
Then, all at once, it was too much for me - the sensation, the moaning, the slurping - everything. I pushed her head back stiffly as if to warn her, but her tongue started swirling and swirling around the head and she was pushing forward with all her might against my hand, trying to get it deeper. Well, I thought, 'Fuck it!" and I stopped pushing and started pulling!
I jammed forward into her face and my dick slid in all the way to the bottom. It was indescribable. Her hands immediately wrapped around my ass and clamped me there and then she moaned, 'MMMMMmmmmm!'
My whole body shook as I started cumming - the sperm literally bursting from my dick and into her throat. I felt my body pump out each spurt like out of a hose. The sound of her moaning and gurgling drove me absolutely crazy - without a doubt it was the strongest orgasm that I had ever had. My heart almost melted with pure love as I felt her take deep, heavy swallows!"
Mr. Angles looked pale - the man was breaking into a sweat as he listened to Mr. Thomas's story.
"I held her head there for a full minute - with my member buried in her mouth until every last thrill of the orgasm was over - then I let it slip out. I remember being amazed that she could even breathe considering how deep I had been in her throat. I must have had awe in my eyes when I crouched down to thank her.
Then I saw her face for the first time. Anita was panting breathlessly. Her eyes were half-closed and fluttering spasmodically. I could see the whites of her eyes as the pupils rolled back into her head. She was convulsing slightly. At the time I thought something was wrong. I was petrified because she looked like she was in the middle of a seizure. It didn't even occur to me that she was cumming - I mean I had never seen anyone cum so hard in my life! I really thought something was terribly wrong.
I screamed her name as I shook her by the shoulders. Slowly her face returned to normal. Her eyelids fluttered open and she groaned one last time then she looked at me steadily for a second and screamed in glee, "You caught me!"
At first I was confused but then I realized that she didn't remember a thing! I almost burst out laughing, but I managed to control myself. Then she noticed that I had my pants around my knees...
'Hey - what are you doing with your ding-ding hanging out?' she asked. She never used to say bad words like 'cock' or 'dick' - it was always 'ding-ding' or 'pee-pee.' Ha!"
(Both Mr. Thomas and Mr. Angels had a good laugh at that.)
"Anyway, she didn't remember a thing, but she was quick to figure it all out - I guess the taste of semen must be pretty distinctive. 'Ewh! Did you just..? What the fuck?!" she screamed and wrinkled her nose in the funniest way I have ever seen. Then she shoved me backwards and got up. 'You Fuck! Did you just rape me?! Or drug me or something?!'
Things were going way wrong and I had to think quickly... I felt immeasurably guilty, as you can imagine. It took me a long time to get over that guilt. Getting over guilt was the hardest part of my enlightenment. Once you let go of guilt then you are free to do as you wish. You are truly free. You see, when you really analyze what motivates our actions, or our inaction you will see it is fear. Specifically, fear of consequences - of getting caught or other terrible things. Guilt is just fear in disguise; I felt guilty because I didn't want a similar thing to ever happen to me. Also I was so afraid that if she found out what I had really done then she would stop being my girlfriend - and then I would be alone and that is always scary. It's all very debilitating. But with the organization all that is gone - there is no fear of consequences and therefore no guilt."
Mr. Thomas smiled and leaned back in his thick leather chair.
"But, of course, I hadn't reached that point yet, so I just acted dumb and denied everything. I acted really confused, 'Anita, what? How could I? I mean you just gave me the best head of my life, Are you joking?'
It probably never would have worked, but she must have felt guilty herself for thinking about the teenage boys. What luck!" Mr. Thomas laughed like a kid then he continued his story, "We had the funniest conversation after that.
'I what?' she said, 'Oh my god, John...I don't remember!'
'What do you mean you don't remember? You're joking, right?'
It was really funny. We just stared at each other for a long time and she got a really serious look on her face and said, 'Um, John, maybe you should tell me what happened, exactly...' She was still staring at my wet penis that was hanging limply between my legs!
I pulled up my pants and began to retell the story. 'Well, uh, I found you hiding behind these rocks, and, um, I tagged you and tried to help you up, but then you unzipped my pants and started, you know, going down on me and..."
'And you LET me?!' Her indignation really made me feel guilty. You know how women are - they can really put a guilt trip on you, but I had no choice but to continue to play dumb.
'Well...Yeah! Of course I did... I thought you wanted to. You really don't remember?'
'No! Now just tell me what happened next.'
'Next? Well, you just kept..um..you know...and it felt really good!'
'I bet! I can't believe you! Would you fuck someone that was comatose?'
The conversation went on like that and I felt like a whimpering dog. Not at all like I felt only a few moments before, then finally she looked at me seriously for a moment and asked in a really hurt tone, 'John....did you, you know, finish?'
'Finish!' I thought, 'God, did I finish!' But, of course, all I did was flush crimson and say, 'Yeah..' really meekly.
It was terrible; she shook her head in exhaustion and kept at it, '...in my mouth?'
'Yeah..'
'You know I don't like that...'
'Yeah, but I thought that you wanted to this time' I whined, 'you were really going crazy down there. I'm so sorry, I really thought...' My euphoric feeling had turned sour - I really felt like a shit - I thought our whole weekend was ruined. I vowed not to take advantage of her again. I vowed to be the best boyfriend that I could be. I had no idea that it was only the beginning!"
"So, what happened? What did you do?" Mr. Angels prompted.
"Nothing! It was amazing - by the time we had walked the 30' from the hiding spot to the tent she had already forgiven me. She was even apologizing for being mad! She said things like, 'It's OK, John, I understand.' and 'John, did it really feel good? Because if it felt really good, then it's OK.' and 'John, I'm glad you did it, because if it really felt good for you then I think it was the right thing to do.'
She knew I felt guilty, and for some reason that made her feel terrible so she kept trying to make me feel better - 'John, don't feel guilty - I - I think I sort of liked it...'
We were preparing dinner - opening cans of tuna, boiling corn, all that
stuff and I noticed that she seemed really spaced out. Then I realized
that it had only been a few hours since she had taken the drug and it hadn't
even peaked yet. I watched her furtively for a long time; it was clear
that she was trying to fight back her own desires. There was a hunger in
even her most simple actions, a yearning in the way she opened a can, a
cavernous longing in the way she breathed. I made it worse for her by 'accidentally'
brushing against her. I watched her squirm with secret delight. I pretended
to be really busy and serious whenever she made any signals towards me.
She tried to kiss me a few times - once she even tried to drag me into
the tent with her, but I resisted. She was in turmoil - she couldn't understand
the source of her desire or even my lack of desire. She thought it was
because I was upset, so I got to listen to her apologize more and more
for having been mad at me. Believe me, it is really gratifying for a woman
to give you oral sex and then apologize for it afterwards. I sat around
with an erection for most of the evening - until finally I told her we
were going skinny-dipping in a nearby lake. She practically dragged me
all the way there!"
Eventually we found my secret hideaway - a perfect little lake nestled in a crater of rocks with a surface as still as glass. The night stars and trees were reflected serenely on its mirror like surface. Every time I had ever been there it was completely deserted, but just my luck this time there was some people already there! I could just see outline of a tent in the pale glow of a dying campfire some 300 feet away.
'Damn!' I whispered, 'Someone else is already here!' I was crestfallen, but then Anita surprised me.
'Don't worry, it's a big lake' she said, already taking off her clothes, 'Come on, let's open that wine!'
While I fished out the bottle of wine from our backpack she wiggled out of her jeans. In a moment I was treated to a flash of naked skin as she slipped into the water. Her clothing was left crumpled in a pile by the lakeside.
Giggling she turned around and beckoned me. It was so sweet, so erotic. I could just see her nipples bobbing on the surface of the cool lake water. I was in such a state that I hopped on one foot as I pulled of my sneakers and tore off the rest of my clothing: pulling off my shorts and underwear in one motion. Then I waded into the water with a bottle of wine, a corkscrew and a waging and waving hard-on.
It was perfect in every way. She giggled and lay back and swam away. Her perfect breasts rose dripping from the water like two islands and the dark triangle of hair between her legs shimmered in the starlight like a flag. I held the wine above my head as I waded in chest deep. She circled around me like a fish and finally swam up against me, pressing her skin against mine and intertwining her arms and legs in mine. We started kissing romantically. Her skin felt smooth and silky against mine. I kissed her on the mouth passionately and then continued to kiss a trail down her neck and shoulders. I dipped down to kiss her breasts - my mouth half-filled with water as I took her hard nipples between my lips. With my free hand I worked the corkscrew into the cork and popped it out behind her back. My hard-on kept jabbing her in the side as we floated together.
Soon we were exchanging mouthfuls of wine as we kissed and giggled. Streaks of red wine wet our chins as the overflow dribbled into the water. She was stroking me under the water with both her hands, lightly running her fingers up and down my length and curling around my girth. I don't want to brag, but I am not small - normally I am eight inches, but I was so excited that it felt almost painfully hard. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel her pussy against my abs - it was radiating warmth under the water.
I cupped her ass in both my hands, easily supporting her weight in the water. The wonderful buoyancy helped her bob up and down across my stomach. She rested her arms across my shoulders and brought my face between her breasts. Ahh, they are beautiful breasts, Mr. Angles, beautiful. I buried my mouth between them - happily suffocating myself in their smoothness. She moaned lightly as I took her nipples back into my mouth and started to nibble and bite on them.
The constant rocking of her hips against my belly was driving us both crazy and soon I couldn't wait. Slowly I lowered her into position and pressed up against her. The tip squeezed up against her lips but the cool water was constantly washing away her lubrication, so it didn't slip in as easily as we both had expected. I let more of her weight press down onto it. As the pressure built I remember being afraid that maybe, somehow, she wasn't ready yet but then suddenly the head overcame the resistance and slipped all the way deep inside her. She groaned in gratification, sharp and long, her eyes squeezed shut as she was impaled from below. Her arms clamped around me more tightly, squeezing her breasts against my chest and neck. Compared to the lake water her inner warmth was like fire - I mean she was really, really hot inside - It felt like her body was caressing and squeezing ever millimeter me as it slid inside of her.
I moved her slowly up and down - guiding her body with both my hands on her ass. She was using her legs to help me pump up and down. The feeling was absolutely exquisite. Then she started talking.
'God, John, fuck me slowly... Make me cum like this - in your arms.' She was whispering into my ears as she kissed them. I was in heaven. This was so much better than it ever had been. Her voice was shaking with desire.
I slid my middle finger along the crack of her ass, searching for the hole. As I moved her I pressed against it lightly. Anita moaned heavily and rested her head on my shoulder. I think she was completely lost in the feeling. I was searching for cues to speed up or slow down, but the moonlight and stars provided their own silky, seductive rhythm and I had no intentions of hurrying anything.
All this time I had no idea what Anita was going through. As it turns out she was beginning to peak on the drug. Her dizziness began to come back full force - as well as her images. I think the romantic setting alone would have been enough to give any girl the time of her life, but on top of that Anita was on one of the most powerful drugs ever created - and remember this drug was in its crudest form.
She told me the story afterwards. Apparently she was trying to contain herself and focus her mind on where she was. She didn't want to ruin things for me by alarming me, but she was definitely hallucinating. All I know is that as I continued to move her up and down I felt her arms contract around me like a vice and heard her muffled squeaks against my ear. Her body was beginning to tighten up like a knot and I took it as a sign that she was close to cumming, so I began to move into her a little faster; taking deeper, longer strokes into her body. She later said that I had made it impossible for her resist the effects of the drug.
The drug works by stimulating the brain to produce a cocktail of conflicting chemicals. One of the effects is to amplify any sensation that the brain receives. But the most pronounced side effects of this, at least in the earlier versions of the drug, is to cause hallucinations. The brain dreams up stories and images in order to account for the overwhelming rush of stimulation. For example, since the pain of a pinprick is amplified a thousand times, the brain justifies it by imagining it is, in fact, the piercing stab of a knife. Poke a woman that is peaking on the drug several times with a pin and you will hear her holler and scream as if you had just stabbed her with a 8" hunting blade! Likewise, fuck a girl with even a modest sized penis and she will be certain, absolutely certain, that you are hung like an elephant - how else can her brain justify the unbelievable stimulation it is receiving?
So, now picture poor Anita floating in the cool lake water, being drilled from below, her brain flooding with potent chemicals. Imagine it, Mr. Angels, she is half-submerged in a lake! Imagine how hard her brain must have been working to account for the all-around feeling of the water. Imagine, too, the dull, probing sensation of my finger pressing against her asshole. For some reason her brain focused on that one stimulation above all the others. Slowly, the first images floated into her mind like a still shot in a movie. She must have pictured someone behind her, pressing his penis against her ass. She must have reeled at the image, forcing it from her mind, but the image must have slipped back almost as soon as it was gone. Who knows who she was thinking about - it may have been one of the boys on the steps - or maybe it was anyone - maybe me - she didn't say. But the image must have kept coming back with startling realism- a man pressing himself against her asshole.
'Oh God, John...' She started to tell me, but I thought she was just moaning.
I moved a little faster, grinding against her and sliding one arm up and down her back, curling her into a ball around me.
Imagine what absolutely erotic thoughts her over-sexed mind must have conceived in its drugged reverie! She must have fought to retain control as the image flooded back to her - perhaps a man's hands were around her waist, pressing into the soft flesh. Perhaps she imaged my thumb was his dick beginning to slide inside her. The feelings must have been overwhelming.
'John...I...' She started to stammer, but then she moaned suddenly and didn't finish the sentence.
I felt her body seizing up. "Oh Baby - cum for me! Cum for me!" I urged as I started to ram into her. With one hand I held her head pressed against my shoulder, with the other I worked her body up and down, pressing my finger lightly into her ass.
'Fuck me! Fuck me!' Anita moaned.
I felt my balls boil with sperm - I only hoped I could hold out long enough for Anita to cum. She seemed so close.
'Fuck me harder! Oh God! Deeper....Deeper in my ass!' She moaned.
I froze. Her voice seemed somewhere else. At the time I had no idea what she was talking about. I pulled back to look at her face, but she continued to pump up and down over my body with her legs - she seemed ready to explode. Her breath was coming in short, shallow pants as she rocked herself on my shaft. I could see her synapses popping just behind her eyeballs. Her pupils were darting back and forth feverishly. I don't think she had even the faintest clue of where she was. I pressed my finger slightly harder into her ass as I moved her over me.
'Yes! In my ass! Deeper in my ass!! Oh God, You're splitting me in half!' She screamed, her mouth falling open softly as she visualized it.
She tipped her body away from mine and wrapped her hands around the back of my neck - then she drove herself onto me with her legs. The lake water splashed and foamed as her body slapped against mine. Her face was beet red and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her pussy started milking me in heavy contractions. Her breasts sloshed up and down as she bucked against me. She was moaning so loudly that I was sure the other campers were listening to it. The scene was so erotic that I knew I was going to cum in seconds - only I wasn't sure what she was talking about.
'Take me! I'm yours! I'm YOURS!' She screamed. 'I'm going to cum! Oh God! Oh God! Oh GOD!' Her voice was rising in pitch as she neared the peak. I even tried to peel open one eyelid as she jammed herself over me, but now all I saw was the white of her eyes.
Suddenly she tipped her whole body back until her hair was in the water down to her scalp, her nails dug into the back of my neck and her mouth fell open in utter ecstasy. I felt her pussy contract like a vice around my dick and her ass clamped open and closed around my finger.
'ARRRGGGG!' She screamed at the top of her lungs.
I had never seen a woman cum like this.
'AAAHHHHH!!' she screamed again as her pussy milked the first spurt of semen from my loins.
'GGGGOD! YES!!!! MMMMMnnnn!' she screamed, tipping her head back farther until her head dipped underwater and her scream were muffled by bubbles of air.
I came as hard as I could as I watched my girlfriend thrash in the water. Her insides were sucking me dry as her body convulsed. I had no idea what she was thinking about, but the vision of her so unbelievably overwhelmed made me crazy. My eyes clouded over with lust as I drove into her again and again and shot my sperm into her.
When I was finished I looked down on my girlfriend. She was lying limply in the water with her legs still wrapped around me. Her breasts were pointing straight up into the moonlight and her head was still underwater. She seemed to be convulsing slightly.
'Oh my God!' I whispered to myself as I pulled her head out of the water. It lolled to one side, as water came pouring out of her mouth. I freaked! She looked completely drowned! I pulled out of her in a hurry and swam her back to the shore. I could see a cloud of my sperm floating where we had just been. When I got her to the lakeside I started to pump on her chest with both hands and breathe into her mouth. I pinched her nose shut and breathed as hard as I could and then resumed pumping frantically.
Of course I imagined the worst. I wanted to kill myself for being so profoundly stupid and promised myself and God that I would never, NEVER to do this again if she lived.
Suddenly Anita coughed up a huge mouthful of lakewater. She gasped for breath as she coughed and retched violently.
'Anita! Anita! You're OK!' I cheered, overwhelmed with happiness.
After half an hour of coughing she finally rolled to one side and cried. Her skin was pale, her eyes were puffy, her lips were blue and colorless, her skin was wrinkled from being in the water, her hair was wet and knotty. She looked totally waterlogged and fucked.
'John...' she finally said, 'I think I need professional help.'
I burst right in through the main doors and stormed blithely past the security guards - of course they must have seen me well in advance on the cameras. Someone must have decided to let me past. I ended up going straight to Mr. Sweat himself and demanding an explanation.
As I remember it, he simply raised an eyebrow and repeated my words exactly like I spoke them, 'an explanation?' he asked, 'what, exactly, would you have me explain Mr. Thomas?'
To this day I still try to recapture the exact intonation that he used when he said my last name - it was the perfect mix of benevolent concern, humor and powerful threat. Just the way he said my name was enough to deflate me totally. I tried to hold on to my sense of indignation, but instantly I found I was on the defensive.
'What exactly happened, Mr. Thomas, that you come here in such an anxious state? Was our product somehow unsatisfactory for you?'
I stuttered and stammered and pleaded, 'No, it was great but...'
'But what, Mr. Thomas, but what? Did you do something that you shouldn't have?'
'Uh, I guess, but..'
'You guess? Have you come to me then to confess a sin or is it to fuss about my products?'
'I, uh,..'
'Mr. Thomas - is your little Anita all right?'
I was momentarily taken aback that he knew my girlfriend's name, but then I remembered the brief interview I had before I bought the drugs - perhaps I had mentioned her name then. I proceeded to tell Mr. Sweat a brief summary of what had happened. He listened with benign interest - all the time I felt I was taking him away from more important matters.
The more I talked to him, the more I realized how much I had enjoyed fucking Anita like I had. I realized that I was there only to allay my guilt. I realized that I would do it again if I could. Mr. Sweat was the perfect psychoanalyst: he listened to me quietly as I worked things out in my mind - commenting only when I started to veer off track from what we both knew was the truth.
By the end of the interview I was relating to him in great detail exactly what had happened to Anita. His unabashed fascination was heartening - it made me feel less guilty. Finally Mr. Sweat put the cards on the table - he suggested that I bring Anita into the organization for further 'treatment'. I really didn't know what that meant, but I knew it was not going to be good for Anita - at least the Anita I knew - and it was going to be very good for me. I also knew, with a growing sense of alarm, that there was no going back for me - I was not dealing with amateurs. I knew I would never leave the building unless I conceded to do everything that Mr. Sweat 'suggested'. Within an hour of storming into the building I was on the phone to Anita inviting her 'to see some really great art work at this new gallery I found." She had already gone to the psychoanalyst whose tape I let you listen to.
The minute she walked through those doors, Mr. Angles, I knew she was not going to come out again the same. I remember it still - how strong and independent she looked walking briskly down the hall to meet me. Her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor and her legs swooshing seductively in her professional clothing, a briefcase held under one arm. A few hours later I would see her covered in sweat, mounted at both ends by strange men and screaming in ecstasy. It took her only a few days to break - she was one of our easiest cases, but it took me a lot longer to get used to what I had done. Two people broke that day, Mr. Angles, two lives were irrevocably changed - hers and mine. And you know what? I don't regret it one bit - every time I wake up to her suckling my penis in her mouth - her or any number of other women that I have broken - I don't regret it one bit!"
Mr. Thomas sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mind run through the memories, then he pressed a button on his console and addressed Mr. Angels.
"It felt so good, Mr. Angles, it felt so good to see her like that - to see her break. I've seen it many times since, but nothing beats that first time - when you see your loved one give herself up to you - when you see it in her eyes. When she is so totally yours that you are released from any responsibility or any mutual dependency. When you know, finally, that you are a bad man. When you know that you have her forever to fuck - to use or abuse without remorse. It is terribly flattering, even years later, to have her fall to her knees at your slightest command and throw all her being into pleasing you without even the slightest hesitation or thought of reprisal.
The scale of power is irreversibly tipped - thrown over really - to your side. You win. Game's over. You are God. Your whim is her command. Mr. Angels, why don't you see for yourself..."
Just then the door swished open and an absolutely gorgeous woman stepped inside. She was tall and incredibly luscious looking, with full, shiny lips and sparkling eyes and a curvy, seductive figure. Her hair fell lightly around her shoulders and bare arms. She was wearing loose-fitting linen pants and a tank top. Besides for a small gold bracelet her only adornment was a small tattoo on her right arm.
She looked at Mr. Thomas and waited.
"Anita, please this man." he commanded.
Anita smiled seductively as she approached the startled-looking man. Mr. Angles hardly knew what to do with himself as the incredibly tall woman knelt before him and lightly spread his knees apart. She had a dreamy, pleasant look on her face as her delicate fingers pulled on his zipper and worked open his button.
Mr. Angels kept looking back and forth between Mr. Thomas and Anita, unsure of what to say or do. Anita worked down his underwear, letting his member spring free. Giggling, she stared at it, and then began to lick the very tip. Mr. Angles groaned in response.
Mr. Thomas arranged the papers on his desk and got up to leave, turning back to address the enraptured Mr. Angels only as an afterthought. "Oh, Mr. Angels, I presume your decision with Kris is a 'yes'?"
Mr. Angels only groaned an affirmative as Anita expertly dove down on his erect member.
"My secretaries will prepare all the paperwork - our fee, as we discussed, is two and a half million dollars - and, of course, our men will not touch Kris in anyway. She will be yours - completely yours."
The poor firecracker was so pent-up that he evidently popped even before Mr. Thomas was out of earshot. The last thing he heard of Mr. Angles before he stepped out of the room was a heartfelt and totally shaky sigh, "fu - that will be so - fu - oh my god - so fu-cking - wonderfully - perfectly - oh my GOD - ohh - so fucking wonderfully FINE!!!"
"Always a satisfied customer," Mr. Thomas thought as he shook his head
and smiled wryly.
"Mr. Richard Sweat, 'Dick' Sweat for short?" she said jokingly, "you told him I was a man?!"
"I thought it was safer for you if anything goes wrong.." Mr. Thomas replied, still chuckling.
"A man?! A man could never possibly conceive of the organization that I have built." She said, her eyes narrowing, "They are too soft!"
They kissed affectionately and then continued down the corridor towards another conference room.
"Still," she said jokingly, "I liked the bit about the lake - I never knew you were so sensitive and caring! You used to be such a nice man! It was disgusting! Thank God I saved you from a life of unending, uneventful tedium."
Mr. Thomas winced slightly as his boss made fun of him. He tried to change the subject, "So, the plan is as usual - we subdue Kris, milk Mr. Angels for his money, and then get rid of him?"
"But of course!" the tall blond woman retorted, "and I'm quite looking forward to Kris! Have you seen her?"
"No."
"She's just your type John; a real head-turner - and she looks like she'll be a real screamer too when you take her in her pert - little - ass!"
The svelte blonde repeatedly swooshed her own ass against the front of Mr. Thomas's trousers as she said the last three words. Then she smiled and continued to look over her shoulder playfully. Mr. Thomas growled in response and grabbed the scientist around pelvis with both his hands, holding her against him.
The scientist did nothing to avoid his grip; instead she locked her eyes on his for a long sizzling moment. Then she ever so slowly bent over at the waist, grabbing a nearby desk. Her blond hair fell in a soft splash to the side as she pressed her ass up against his groin and smiled slowly and brilliantly. "Maybe you should practice..." She said, lightly sliding her ass along the outline of his already stiffened member.
The end of chapters 1 through 5.