Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
There's a conspiracy afoot! Gary Moreland stumbles onto a plot most sinister
when the women in his life begin acting very ... different. He MUST get to the
bottom of this before his own sweet WIFE falls prey!
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Author's Ramblings: This is an older story -- I don't think I've worked on it in over a year. some folks think the summary sounds interesting, however, and since this is posted as draft chapters, I don't have to make sure everything in the story is consistent before posting. So ... enjoy what I currently have! I think chaps 7 and 8 were my favorites, though this draft currently peters out soon after that.
Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
This was just unbelievable! Sheer horrid fantasy!
Thoughts ran through Gary Moreland's head as the videotape rewound. He was part of the joint televideo project between Hansfield College, the Flares plant and other businesses here in town -- he was getting credit towards his degree for working on the project. But noone had ever said anything at all about anything like this!
Nothing like this!
He was sure that Ms Donovan, who headed up the project from the college side, and who was his mentor, would have nothing to do with this. There was just no way.
Just no way.
But someone on the project was using it to-- well, to do things they really should not be doing!
The televideo room was equipped with two full suites of video recording and display equipment -- a primary and a backup on the flip side of the room in case the primary was malfunctioning. Gary, as a security precaution, had programmed the backup camera to quietly begin recording in low resolution any time the room's lights were turned on. That was how he planned to prevent other students from doing inappropriate things -- for example, using it to make personal "video-calls" to their friends at other colleges with similar projects. But he certainly never expected to catch anything like this!
The tape finished rewinding. He pressed play again, then leaned forward to watch the sequence of events unfold once more.
An older man in a suit was seated, holding a package, when a younger woman, rather pretty with strawberry blonde hair, walked in.
"Hello, Mr Silverburg," she said. "I got your message to meet you here. What is this about?"
"Hello, Suzy. I was just finishing up a meeting here, using the televideo equipment, and wanted to talk with you a couple minutes.
"Yes, sir?"
"Well, Suzy, you've been working for me for what? Six months now, isn't it?"
"Please sir, it's 'Suzanne'. And, yes, it was six months last week."
"I don't think that I've ever mentioned to you that you're quite an attractive young woman."
The girl fidgeted uncomfortably. "Uhm ... uh, thank you, sir."
"I just wanted to thank you for all your good work. I bought you a gift today, Suzy. Here." He handed her the box.
"Uhm, thank you, sir, but, really, I can't."
"Oh, sure you can. It's a gift especially for you."
She started to hand the package back. "No, sir. I can't. It wouldn't be appropriate."
Mr Silverburg pushed the box back towards her. "Suzy, it's a gift. From me to you. Please, open it. I'd be insulted if you didn't."
Torn, Suzy relinquished. "Well, uhm, thank you, sir." She popped the tape on each side of the box, then lifted the lid off. She frowned, then her mouth hung open as she stared at the contents. Lifting a tiny transparent piece of black cloth out, she realized it was meant to be a lingerie top. She set it on the table and picked up the very tiny black thong that was underneath it. She had seen thread thicker than that thong.
"No," she declared, setting the thong back in the box, then laying the sheer top in with it. She covered the box with its lid and handed it back to Mr Silverburg. "No, sir. That is utterly inappropriate. I don't know what has come over you, but that is entirely unacceptable. You should take that back right now, and do not give ever me any more gifts like that."
"Suzy! Suzy, Suzy, Suzy. You're hurting my feelings."
"That may be, sir. But you've have just insulted me by thinking that I would accept a thing like that. I work very hard at my job, and I want to be appreciated for that work. Not as ... some ... PLAYTHING! No, sir! That is just outrageous! What were you THINKING?! You ARE aware that there are LAWS against sexual harassment, aren't you, sir?"
"Suzy ... it's not sexual harassment if the attention is desired."
"It most certainly is NOT desired in my case, sir! And I have not ever given you any type of signal that it ever WOULD be desired!"
"Suzy, you most certainly have. What about the time that you fixed me those ... frozen red bananas?"
The astonishment showed in Suzy's eyes. "Wh-what? Sir?"
"I said, frozen red bananas."
"B-but I've n-never fixed you ... any such th-thing, sir."
"That doesn't really matter, now, does it, Suzy? Lean in, let me give you the rest of the sequence, sweetie."
Numb, Suzy leaned forward, and Mr Silverburg whispered in her ear.
Suzy leaned back, still numb.
"Here," Mr Silverburg said, handing the young woman the box he had tried to give her earlier. He reached behind his chair and pulled up a bag that he set on top of the box. "Go get changed, honey-tits. I want to see what you've been hiding under those heavy clothes all this time."
"Honey-tits?" Suzy whispered, still dazed, "But-- but ... that is ... sexual ... harassm ..." Numbly, she took the box and bag, and slowly walked out of the room.
Silverburg leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the table.
Gary pressed the scan-forward button to speed through the next couple minutes of tape, where Silverburg lit and started to smoke a cigar. Gary stopped when he saw the door to the televideo room swing open.
"Mr Silverburg?"
"Yes, my little Suzy?"
"I have been SUCH a BAAAAAAD girl, sir! Hiding my big soft pretty tits from you." She wriggled in the hallway and pulled the tiny sheer top taut against her boobs. "I am SOOOOO sorry, sir. Shame on ME."
Silverburg smiled and leaned his head back. "It's quite all right, Suzy. You young girls get confused with these ideas of 'sexual harassment' and 'independent thought' and such nonsense. Just go with your feelings. What is it that you feel right now, Suzy?"
"OHGOD! My pussy is DROOLING! It wants your cock SO BAD that my thighs are SOAKED to my knees!"
"Well, come in here, girl. Show yourself."
And show herself she did. Suzy stepped inside wearing the outfit that Silverburg had purchased for her, along with four-inch black heels that had been in the bag. The top was sheer enough that Gary had no trouble telling that her nipples had to be at least two inches in diameter. And her cunt lips hung down on either side of her excuse for a thong.
She walked towards Silverburg. "Do you like, sir?"
Silverburg smiled broadly. "I like very much, my little cock tease."
Suzy turned around and cocked her ass out. "And my ass, sir? Do these heels help show off my goddam ... fucking ... hot ass?"
"You don't need heels to show it off, Suzy. But they're nice anyway."
"Please..." Suzy sighed as she sank to her knees in front of Silverburg. "Please .. may I suck your cock, sir?"
"Suzy, Suzy, Suzy -- what about all that talk of sexual harassment that you were gibbering on about just a few minutes ago?"
"Please, sir, those were the nonsense words of an uptight, stuck-up, tightass bitch! I know better, now, sir. So much better!"
"So if we were to, you know ... fuck -- it would be desired by you?"
"Oh, yes, sir! Very much! I want your cock inside me so bad I don't know what to DO! PLEASE!" She pleaded with her large blue eyes.
"Suzy ... I don't really know if I desire it now. You've gotten me somewhat ... out of the mood with all that sexual harassment talk, my soft, warm little cockhole."
Suzy's eyes widened in concern. Then she stood and interlaced her fingers behind her head, thrusting her ample chest out. "Please, sir. Let me convince you ... otherwise." She began dancing, slowly gyrating -- looking most enticing, Gary thought! She reached beneath her tiny transparent top and began pulling on her nipples. "My soft ... warm ... wet ... little cunny is so tight that I'm going to make you blow in the first dozen strokes ... sir." She smiled naughtily.
"Yes ... I imagine that you will, Suzy," Silverburg mused.
She turned around and began wriggling her ass at her boss. "And my tight little asshole, sir. It wants you. It needs you. Please ... let it just kiss your BIG ... FUCKING ... hard dick, sir! Just one little kiss."
Her eyes lit up when she heard a zipper unzip.
"Oh, all right, Suzy. If you insist. But just one kiss."
Suzy wiggled on her heels over to stand in front of Silverburg and his erection. She wet her right hand in her own juices, then pulled on Silverburg's peter to lubricate him (and give him a jolt of pleasure, Gary could tell by the surprised look in his eyes). She rewet her hand and slid a finger up her asshole to lubricate there. Then she sat her ass on Silverburg's cock and slowly sank, gasping and shivering as she did so. Very slowly, she rose up part-way, held there while Silverburg's eyes twitched, then stood.
"Was it a nice kiss, sir?"
"Ooooh ... very nice, Suzy. Would you like to do it again?"
Suzy clapped her hands together. "OH! YES, SIR!" She sat back down, then pulled Silverburg's hands up to her breasts. "But pull on my boobs some, sir. I know that you've --"
Silverburg began some light kneading of her boobs.
"That you've-- OHGOD! YES! -- stared at -- OOOH! -- them be- OFUCKINGYES! before! YES! YES! OHGODYESSSSS!"
The pretty strawberry blonde began convulsing in orgasms as she bounced on Silverburg's dick and his hands pumped at her chest.
"Oh, thank ..." she said finally, "... thank you, sir! Now, please, let me pleasure you!" She popped her ass off his cock, then turned around and sank to her knees. Her mouth engulfed his member, and she sank down until his pubic hair was up her nose. Then she bobbed again and again.
"Mmmm ... that's quite ... MMM! ... good, Suzy."
"Mmmphthkkkmmssmph!"
He patted her head. "Easy, dear. Don't strain yourself trying to speak. Just do what you do best."
When she felt Silverburg nearing, she popped her mouth off his cock. "Oh, sir! May I?! Please!"
"Yes, Suzy, you may."
Delighted, Suzy sprang up and impaled her pussy on Silverburg's cock, then bounced a few times until he squirted juice up into her womb.
"Oh, yes, sir! YES! THANK you! YES!"
She sat, hugging and holding him a couple minutes, then stood. "Oh, sir! I can feel your juices squishing around inside me! Oh, THANK you, sir!"
"You're welcome, Suzy. Do you want to clean off the head?"
"Yes, sir!" Suzy clapped her hands and sank back down, then licked the remaining juices off Silverburg's cock. "Mmmm, the juice feels good in my tummy, sir!"
"That's good, Suzy. Now why don't you go get changed." The girl stood and turned. "Oh, and Suzy?"
Suzy turned back around. "Yes, sir?"
"Suzy, are you going to be a little nicer to me in the future?"
"Oh, YES, sir! And I am so sorry about that NONSENSE I was spouting earlier! I was just being an IDIOT!" She rolled her eyes guiltily. "JUST like a WOMAN! If you want to grab a boob, or rub your big fat hard-on up and down between my butt cheeks while I'm bent over picking up something, something that I pretended to drop but really just wanted to show off my hot ass for you, sir, or if you want to--"
"I get the picture, Suzy."
Suzy blushed that her excitement had been getting away with her. She had already cum more times this morning than she usually did in two or three months, and here she was ready to go again. "Yes, sir. Well, if you want to do any of those things, I certainly wouldn't mind, sir. Not at all."
Silverburg smiled indulgently. "Thank you, Suzy."
"Yes, sir," she smiled, then whirled around and exited the room.
A few minutes later, she returned in her normal clothes, carrying the box and bag. "I'm sorry, sir. I just can't accept these gifts. You understand?"
"I understand, Suzy. It would make the other girls in the office jealous."
"Yes, sir, exactly."
"Well, we'll just have to get them all outfits of their own. And then you can wear the pretty things that I buy you."
"Oh, yes, sir!" Suzy smiled. "That's what we need to do."
"Hold on a moment, Suzy," Silverburg told her as he groped her ass cheeks, then reached beneath her skirt to feel her panties. They were soaked again already.
"Thanks, Suzy."
"Anytime, sir," she said, looking slightly flushed. "Anytime at all."
Both left the room.
Gary pressed the STOP button. There was no more action on the tape after that. It was just insane. This perfectly fit young female employee was somehow turned into some lustful slut that let herself be groped and used by a chubby balding businessman in ways that no clear-headed woman would ever permit!
How had they done that to her? Who did that to her? Who else had they so "treated" -- deformed, really -- as well?
Gary needed to find out.