Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Veronica finally decides to try one of those dating services, and they do make
her into a successful date -- several men, including her boss and ex-husband
try her out and pronounce her one hell of a hot time.
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.
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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.
Saturday morning, Veronica woke, pulled her fingers out of her butt and sat up. It worried her that the sensations of that were starting to get good to her. She didn't WANT to like that!
She hugged her knees to her chest and fretted: her pussy was STILL calling to her, even after an endless night of hot, frustrating almost-sex with her hand and her valiant purple toy. The trouble was that she never came. All night long, frantically rubbing herself and she never could cum.
It was miserable. Disparaging.
And the things the EZ cocks could make her do, could make her become, with just the utterance of a phrase ....
What was she going to do ... ?
She was going to fight, she answered herself immediately. She was not going to embrace her degradation like the pathetic, vile thing that Elsbeth had become.
Standing out of bed, she pulled on some clothes, then walked out to find Samuel eating some corn flakes. "Hi, sweetie."
"Hi, Mom," he said in between spoonfuls.
"How was Barry last night?"
"Barry?"
"Yeah, you went over to help him study?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, he did pretty good, but I think he's going to need some more help. I told him I was helping you this weekend, but I think I may have to go over and help him again Monday night."
"Barry's always been a pretty good student. What's he having trouble with?"
"I--" -- whole stunned deer and headlights thing as his mind went blank for several moments -- "ehr, geography."
Veronica put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Really?"
"Yeah, can you believe that? He can do advanced calculus, but poor little guy can't find Australia on a world map."
"But didn't his parents take him on vacation there a couple years ag--"
"I'm speaking figuratively, Mom. But he's floundering. He'll fail without my help."
"Oh, okay." She poured herself a cup of coffee, added sugar and milk, and sat at the table. "And that girl -- KC -- she hasn't tried to bother you anymore, has she?"
"No ... she's, uhm, gone back to her cheerleading friends. I haven't seen her."
"Good, because I have a bad feeling about her, Sammy. She's trouble, and I'd like you to stay away from her."
"Yes, ma'am."
Veronica blew on her coffee and took a few sips. At least that part of her life was still stable. Samuel had always been a good boy, one she could count on. If it hadn't been for him when she divorced his father .... But he had stepped right in to help -- cooking and keeping the household running while she focused on her job until she was able to support them.
The two of them had made it through the divorce and were better for it. And they would make it through this EZ Slut thing. She had a plan. Now she just needed to collect Engel speaking the words of that phrase and splice them together.
And, God-willing, she'd free herself.
"Well, I'm going to go get started in the garage," Samuel said as he carried his bowl to the sink. "I think we have a couple trash bags worth of garbage out there. Can I borrow your car keys to move the car?"
"They're in the drawer."
He grabbed them out of the drawer and headed to the garage.
Veronica took another five minutes to finish her coffee, then got started in the living room.
That girl -- Tiffany -- had been right, she thought as she polished the table. Veronica DID have a desperate whore locked up inside her. But the whore was artificial, surgically implanted.
She felt like she no longer controlled her body, or her mind. EZ had forced a slutty roommate in there with her. And the EZ cocks all had the keys to lock Veronica into a closet and free the slut to whore around and use Veronica's body. And her mind. To do degrading things.
So ... how to evict the bitch?
At least she hoped to evict her. She'd really hate to go through the rest of her life with hidden triggers that could suddenly make her whore.
Samuel finished sorting out the first two bags of garbage in the garage and set them by the curb.
But he still didn't have any better idea how to open the conversation with his mother about KC.
"Hey, Wilson!"
Samuel looked out the garage door to see Barry walking up the driveway. "So?" Barry made a rolling gesture with his hand, "How did it go last night?"
How to put this? Well, Professor 'Suzie' Mills is sexy as hell in a bra. And she's REALLY hot when she's tongue-kissing Professor 'Rosie' Martinez! And KC the sweet cheerleader pulled on my peter 'till I popped. And she had the SWEETEST look on her face as she licked my cum from the palm of her hand. How do you say that to your best friend, who keeps applying for but never receives his passport out of virginland. "It went, uhm ... well."
"Noooo!" Barry grabbed the front of Samuel's shirt and mock-shook him. "Details! I must have details! It's the only thing that I live for in this short -- and I mean stature as well as time here, Sammy -- life of mine! Did you kiss her?"
"Uhm," Samuel rolled his eyes up and thought. "No, actually, we never did kiss."
Barry released his grip on Sammy's shirt, his shoulders sagged, and his head bowed. "Oh."
Samuel figured that he wouldn't be a gentleman if he talked about what happened with KC. It was sort of a date, and gentlemen don't talk about what ladies do on dates. However ....
"Professor Mills and Professor Martinez were there, though."
Barry shrugged. "Okay, you're forgiven -- your fans understand. It's hard to make out when there are two professors breathing over your shoulders."
"What about when the professors are making out?"
"I know. Even then it's-- what?!"
Samuel nodded smugly.
"You lying dog!" Barry shook his head. "Don't DO that! You're giving me ... images! Wow!"
"With tongue," Samuel smiled sneakily.
"Oh, now I KNOW you're lying!" Barry continued to shake his head. "Oh, but I can SEE it! Professor Martinez would be the aggressor, wouldn't she?"
Samuel nodded.
"And Professor Mills would squeal and complain at first, but then settle down and take the tongue."
"That's about how it happened."
"Don't think for a moment that I believe you, but ... what a thing to think about!"
"Then 'Rosie' asked 'Suzie' if she had any toys at home."
"Okay, now you've gone too far. You are SO full of bullshit. You shoulda left it with Martinez seducing Mills with her tongue -- at least that was a plausible fantasy."
"Well, Rosie did end up using her tongue, because Suzie didn't know what kind of toys Rosie was talking about."
"Sammy, you are SUCH a bad liar. You need to keep them at least in the realm of possibilities -- like, say, KC let you pet her cheerleading breast or something."
"Well ... I just know that I'm going to be looking at 'Rosie' Martinez in a whole new light now."
"You are so full of it."
"Don't you know these professors are kinky?" Samuel smirked. "All that intelligence and education makes them bored and eager to try new things."
"Man, I'm going to tell your mother that you're telling tales."
"Oh, yeah. That's right: you're failing geography, and I'm helping you study."
"What are you talking about? I'm not even taking geography."
"My mother doesn't want me to see KC, so I told her I was helping you with geography."
"NOW you're telling LIES to your MOM!" Barry rolled his eyes and overplayed his part.
"It's just for a few days," Samuel sighed. "Until I can talk with her and get her to see that KC really is a nice person."
"Yeah, well, you'd better-- Hi, Ms Wilson!" Barry smiled and waved over Samuel's shoulder.
"Good morning, Barry. How are you?"
"Great, great. Well, except for geography, and Sammy here's been helping me with that."
"He was telling me. You CAN locate Australia on a world map, can't you, Barry?"
"I--" He looked to Samuel, who subtly shook his head. "I guess not. I'm just ... geographically illiterate, Ms Wilson."
"You poor, poor boy."
Barry shrugged. "I even have trouble finding my way to the grocery store and back."
"Now I know you're pulling my leg, Barry Stevenson," she crossed her arms and smiled.
"You got me, Ms Wilson. I CAN'T find my way to the grocery store -- I get my parents or friends to drive me everywhere. Why, back in high school, even making it up the hall to go to the bathroom and back ...."
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow.
"It's a sad, sad tale," Barry shook his head sadly.
"Hey, we're spring cleaning," Samuel stepped in before the lies got any bigger. "You wanna help?"
"Sure. It's not like I have a cheerleader girlfriend that I can spend time with."
Samuel widened his eyes to tell his friend to stop it, then chuckled. "Barry has some high aspirations."
Veronica took a feather duster off the wall and stepped back to the interior door. "Well, you two boys finish cleaning out here, then I'll put you to work inside."
"Yes, ma'am."
The two young men worked some 45 minutes when a green sedan parked at the street and Elsbeth Pruett stepped out.
Barry's jaw dropped.
She was wearing metallic gold shorts so short and tight that they looked like someone had painted her pelvis; a metallic gold silky half-thing over her breasts with a strap that went around her neck and another loosely around her back; and four-inch gold heels.
"How does she keep that top on?!" Samuel mused. The material flounced teasingly with every step she took.
"Adhesives. There gotta be adhesives in the cups."
"Barry, that thing doesn't have any cups. It's just ... flowing there in front of her."
"Point adhesives at the nipples, then."
"Hi, boys," she smiled.
"Hi, Ms Pruett," Samuel said. Barry just stared.
"Cleaning?"
"Yeah, we're, uhm, spring cleaning today."
"Well, that and staring at my breasts," she giggled.
Barry's eyes flicked up to be met by hers. "You look a little starved for sex, honey," she smiled. "You need to find you a bitch to mess with."
Barry raised his eyebrow and swallowed hard. "That's, uhm, just what I was telling Samuel."
"Well, I was sent over to aggravate you mother, Samuel," she giggled. "Guess I'd better get to it." She stepped to the door and then inside.
"Do people dress like that over at your house a lot?" Barry asked.
"Not really, no."
"Still, I'm spending more time over here in case it happens again."
Veronica scowled. "The boys didn't see you dressed like that, did they, El?"
"Oh, they might have caught a glimpse of me," she giggled. "And your son's friend made a drool spot on the floor, but they'll clean it up."
Veronica shook her head. "What have they done to you, El? And what did you help them do to me? Who's behind it? Is Doug doing all this?"
"Oh, silly," Elsbeth slicked her hand, "I was a tightass about it too at first. But the sex gets good to you. God, I'm so hot and horny right now that I could just CUM!"
The memory of this morning flashed through Veronica's mind, of her fingers up her butt, feeling ... really ... good ....
"So loosen up. There's no use fighting it." She reached for Veronica's ass.
Veronica took a step back and slapped her friend's hand away. "Cut it out. Is Doug behind all this?"
"He's ...."
"Yes?"
"He's ...." She reached toward her friend's boob.
Veronica slapped her hand away. "Stop that. Is he behind this?"
"He's ...."
"Yes?"
She gestured toward Veronica's breast again. "Let me touch it and I'll tell you."
"El, we're ... friends. That would be ... too weird."
"Still, I wanna do it! And I already touched them the other day!" She bounced on her toes.
Sighing, Veronica lowered her hands. "Is it Doug doing this? Or is someone else helping? And who?" The more information she had, the better she could fight.
Elsbeth cupped her friend's breast and squeezed softly a few times. "Oh, this is heaven!" she sighed.
"El, focus. This EZ Dating Service -- is it something that Doug set up?"
Elsbeth brought her other hand up to squeeze the other breast. But Veronica blocked her.
"No, he's just purchasing services from them," she said, then pushed past her friend's hand to squeeze both of them.
Veronica let both breasts be fondled through her t-shirt. "Who set up the dating service, El? Who's behind it? ... Did Doug have me done?"
"Oh, these are nice, Veronica!"
"Focus, El. Did he have me done?"
"Yeeeaaaah. And he also ...."
"Yes?"
"He also had ...."
"Yes?"
"Hungh-ungh," she shook her head. "You're gonna have to take off your bra and let me feel the real deal for that answer."
"El, you're already feeling them now." Elsbeth was continuing to squeeze while waiting for Veronica to give in.
Several groped moments passed.
"El? He also had-- ?"
"You know what you have to do for that," Elsbeth smiled, still squeezing.
"You are a pest," Veronica sighed, pulling her friend's paws off her boobs. Without taking her t-shirt off, she reached up to unsnap her bra, slid the shoulder-straps off her arms and tossed the bra on the chair behind her. "Go ahead," she pressed her chest forward, "But tell me what else he did."
Elsbeth's hands eagerly came up to squeeze the mounds through the thin material.
"El?" Veronica prompted when several moments of fondled silence passed.
"He had me done too. God! I never knew my best friend had such nice tits! And he said that ...."
"Yes?"
"Your nipples are erect, Ronnie!"
"Well, you're feeling me up, El. That's what they're supposed to do. What did he say?"
"He said that ...," she slid her hand off a boob and down to Veronica's abdomen.
"Yes? He said-- ?"
"He said that ...," she slipped her hand under the hem of Veronica's t-shirt to feel bare belly.
"Yes? He said-- ?"
Elsbeth just silently rubbed tit and tummy.
Veronica sighed. "Go ahead." She couldn't believe she was letting her best friend do this, but she needed to get as much information about EZ as possible.
With a delighted squeal, Elsbeth snaked both hands up the front of Veronica's t-shirt to squeeze bare boob. "Oh, Veronica!" she sighed, eyes half-lidded. "These are perfectly delightful!"
"What did he say, El?"
"He said ... that ... that I had helped you screw him during the divorce, so ... I could help him screw you now. He said ... that he was going to use me like the whore that I am. Can I lick them? Please?"
"No. What did you do?"
She began pinching and flicking her friend's erect little nipples under the t-shirt. "At first I was pissed as hell! But the sex gets ... really good to you and soon ... you don't mind anymore ...."
Veronica pressed Elsbeth's hands flat to stop what she was doing to her nipples. "So you betrayed me because you were hot between the legs?!" she frowned.
"No! No, I would never do that to you, Veronica!" Her hands squeezed slightly, pleading to continue fondling, and Veronica finally relented and dropped her hands to let El's continue. "He said he would make me whore for dogs, Veronica. He said he'd make me get down on all fours and bring in the great danes and the big poodles and make me kneel there while they humped me. And he said ... he said ... he'd make me LIKE it, Veronica. I don't WANT to like something like that! But they can make you. They can make you like anything."
Veronica thought of her ass. She didn't want to like the way things were feeling down there, either.
"So you betrayed me to avoid bestiality?"
"Yeah, that and he promised to let me fondle your tits some too. And I LIKE girls now!"
Movement at the corner of Veronica's eye caught her attention. Barry was standing there! ... watching! ... El's hands up the front of Veronica's t-shirt! ... obviously squeezing! ... and flicking nipple!
"Cut! That! Out!" Veronica slapped her friend's forearms, making a good show of indignation for Barry, until the hands came down from the front of her t-shirt. "Don't DO that, Elsbeth! What are you DOING HERE, Barry?!"
Elsbeth spun around, surprised, then slowly a smile spread across her face.
"Uh ... uh ...," Barry swallowed hard. "Enjoying the view" simply wouldn't fly here. "I ... uh ... bathroom ... hadda pee ... but ... you ...."
"Barry," Veronica spoke clearly and directly, "this is not what you think it is. You walked in on something that--"
"Oh, come on, Ronnie, let's give the boy a good show, right, Barry?" She reached for Veronica's boob, but was slapped sway.
"Be QUIET!" Veronica hissed at her, then to Barry, "Go pee, Barry, while I get rid of Elsbeth. And then I want to talk to you a moment when you're done."
"Yes, ma'am."
He just stood there. "So ... go pee," Veronica gestured. Barry numbly stumbled off to the bathroom.
"You're going to THROW me OUT?!" Elsbeth mock complained as she reached for breast. Veronica slapped her hand away again and ushered her to the door. "Don't fight it, Ronnie. You can't anyway, and it feels SO GOOD when you give in."
"Out!" Veronica pushed her out the front door and closed it on her. Then she stepped to the table and leaned against it to wait for Barry. God, what was she going to tell him?! He'd walked in on his best friend's mom getting groped by another woman. How do you explain that away?!
You don't ....
Although ... maybe ....
A couple minutes later, Barry walked back out.
"I'll bet you jumped to conclusions, didn't you, young man?"
Barry was silent.
"Well, you saw ... Elsbeth just lost a close relative to breast cancer, and she's on this kick now about early detection, and she was just showing me how to do a self-examination. See? That's all."
"There, uhm, wasn't much 'self' about that examination, Ms Wilson."
"Barry, we were in here discussing a serious medical procedure that saves millions of lives every year and you walked through and all you can do is think lewd thoughts! I am disappointed in you, young man! I thought you were better than that! I guess now I know." If you're going to play it, play it to the hilt ....
"Uhm ... is there normally so much nipple flicking during a breast exam, Ms Wilson?"
Silence.
"How much did you, uhm, see, Barry?"
"Doing what she was doing is the goal of my short existence, Ms Wilson."
"You just whacked off back there in the bathroom, didn't you?"
"And you just let yourself be felt up by another woman, didn't you?"
Veronica sighed. "Barry, I'm going to ask you a favor." He just looked at her, so she continued. "Barry, I am in real trouble. I can't tell you any details, and I'm in the process of getting out of it, but I haven't told Samuel about it yet. I'm going to ask you to keep quiet about what you saw. Please. Samuel already thinks I'm acting strangely enough without having to hear about this from you. Is it a deal?"
"She was-- she was squeezing your breasts, Ms Wilson!"
Veronica sighed. "You want a feel too?"
His eyes lit up. "Oh, man! Could I?!"
Veronica stepped in front of him. "Ten seconds and you keep your mouth shut. Deal?"
"Deal!"
Veronica held the front of her t-shirt forward and Barry reached up and ... cupped and felt ... breast! Oh, man! An actual woman's breasts!
He was on the verge of hyperventilating when she pulled his hands off her and out from under her shirt. "Now you won't say anything, right?"
"You have my word, Ms Wilson. But I gotta go back to the bathroom for a few more minutes."
"You go do your business, Barry. Just don't you say anything to Samuel." Or get jism on the toilet seat.
Barry shuffled up the hall and closed the bathroom door. He fired three times in ten minutes. An actual woman's breasts! Wow!
When he walked back out, he was drained enough to speak coherently. "Thank you, Ms Wilson," he said, then stepped into the garage.
It was hard to focus on spring cleaning now that he was NO LONGER A PETTING VIRGIN!