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.
Barry showed up early the next morning to spring clean and to prove to the woman for him that he was for her. Veronica tried to work in a separate room from him, but he kept coming over and being gentlemanly. She deliberately walked to the kitchen to answer the phone when it rang to get out of his eagerly helpful presence.
"Hi, snookums."
Ohgod: it was Doug.
"You've already seen the tiepin I have, can you picture it in your mind, sweetie?"
"Y-yes," she whispered, frightened of what he was going to get her to do.
"How are you doing?"
"I-- I'm good, Doug."
"Well, what do you think about that El-bitch -- she really has turned out to be quite the slutty little whore, hasn't she?"
"I-- yes. Yes, she has."
"I don't know if I want you associating with such trampy people. It's not good for Samuel to see such slutty little tramps traipsing through the house. But, then, I guess he does already have one right there with him in the-- well, you know of whom I speak, don't you?"
Her. He had had the programming implanted in her and now was mocking her for having it. And threatening to expose her to her own son. "Yes, I know," she said, her voice trembly.
"Good! Well, anyway, El-bitch said that you were cleaning the house."
"Yes ... yes, I am."
"Good. Well, let's call it a late lunch date and keep it quick. Sort of a mid-afternoon poke-you-up, eh?"
Veronica was silent. She needed to get the boys out of the house.
"Is Sammy there, Veroni-whore?"
"Doug," she almost gasped. "Doug, you can't ... involve him--"
"Nah, I'm not gonna. But don't you dare send him out of the house, understand?"
"Yeah ...."
"Good! Now go put on something really sexy and I'll be over in just a few minutes." He said one more sentence to her, but she didn't catch it.
The line disconnected and, numb with dread, Veronica set the phone back in the cradle. Mind churning, she left the kitchen.
"Barry, you need to go home. Now," she ordered as she marched through the living room.
"But--?" But she had already left the room.
The excitement of being viewed by her ex-husband, of ... servicing him ... was brewing in her belly, becoming riper with anticipation. She needed to hurry.
"Samuel," she said as she walked in on her son, "I need you to finish the attic. I know it's hot up there in the afternoon, but take a couple cold drinks with you."
"Sure, as soon as I finish h--"
"No, sweetie, I need you to go do it right now."
"Why?"
"Just please?"
Samuel shrugged. "Okay."
"Thank you, honey," she said as she walked toward her bedroom. She knew she was wetting her panties already in anticipation. Soon people in the same room with her would be able to smell her excitement.
She selected an aqua thong and her new five inch silver heels. God, that would turn Doug on, and it was making her juice furiously now just thinking about how pleased he would be with her.
But she didn't WANT to want to please Doug!
For the top ... for the top ... oh, yeah! She had bought a black t-shirt two sizes too small with "Slut" across the front and cut it off to mid-tit so that it bared her underboobs below the nipples.
Slightly dizzy with horny anticipation, she retrieved a robe. Now to test the limits of her behavioral modifications -- could she bear to cover this sexy, hot outfit with this dull, drab robe?
It felt so utterly wrong and uncomfortable, but she was able to belt the robe over her fuck-me ensemble, though she noticed that she was dribbling sex-juices on the floor. She would just have to clean those up later. With her tongue, her stomach thrilled before she was able to suppress it.
"Sammy, are you up there?" she called to the attic as she stepped outside her room.
"Yeah, Mom," he called back.
"Thank you so much, honey. You stay up there and work on that if you could, please." She walked out to the living room. "Barry, you're still here."
"Yes, ma'am. I didn't want to abandon you before I finish up my task for you." Googly eyes.
Veronica sighed. She didn't know if this was a good idea, but he was still here, and he had already seen her at her worst in the gas station bathroom. "Barry ... I told you I was in a lot of trouble. I have two favors to ask of you."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, suddenly serious and determined to help.
"Something is getting ready to happen," -- she felt a surge of juices leak out her pussy and drip to the floor to confirm that -- "First, keep Samuel on the attic so that he doesn't see."
"Done!" he declared -- he had a mission to perform now to prove his true love!
"Second, don't you look either."
"Yes, ma'am," he nodded, although, if it sounded like she were in any kind of danger ... he might need to break the second part.
"Thank you," she said, and he beamed. She sure hoped she wasn't putting the young man at risk. She stepped to him and kissed him on the cheek -- he had earned at least that much for what he was about to do.
Blushing, Barry beamed twice as bright.
"Now go hide on the attic with--"
There was a knock at the door.
"Go!" she whispered and gestured toward the hall.
Barry stepped back into the hall, but hung around the end where he might be able to be her hero if it sounded like she were in danger.
Alone, Veronica unbelted the robe and shrugged it off, then answered the door.
"Ohgod, Doug," she found her mouth sighing, "I've leaked a QUART of juices just ANTICIPATING your COCK! I am just weak in the knees!"
"Yeah, yeah, I just have that effect on women," he said as he stepped inside with Elsbeth.
"Oh, Veronica! You look YUMMY! You gonna let me feel them and suck on 'em today?"
Veronica tried not to pass out with pleasure. "Let's, uhm ... go to the ... kitchen ... and (siiiiigh...) ... you know ...."
"I know what, Ronnie?"
"You can ... DO me!"
"Where's Sammy?"
"Oh, come on, Doug," she shook her head, took his hand and tugged him toward the kitchen.
"Where is he? He's still here, isn't he?"
"Oh, Doug," Veronica continued shaking her head, "I'm too wet to think. Come do me. I'll gleefully bend over for you, baby!"
"Well, you'd better start trying to think. Where is he?"
"He's ... he's on the attic, but please, Doug ...."
"What? You don't want him to see his mother whore?"
"Naw, I don' ... I don't wanna let him see me whore ...."
"Why not?"
"'Cause he ... 'cause he won' respect me if he sees me whore ...."
"Gosh. Ronnie, don't you think he suspects by now? That his mom is a slut?"
"Doo-ou-uug!" she stamped her high-heeled foot."
"Awwight, to make my widdle snookums happy," Doug let himself be led to the kitchen, and Elsbeth followed.
Barry was getting quite an earful. Veronica was talking like a tramp, and it didn't sound like it was entirely put on. This had something to do with the trouble she was in.
He had peeked around the corner and -- zing! zing! wow! Veronica was out of her robe and wearing a cut off t-shirt. And you could see the bottom of her -- wow! And that other lady that was in the garage yesterday and then felt Veronica up yesterday afternoon was there too.
He had been just ready to step two-fisted into the room to take care of this Doug guy -- that would be Samuel's ex-father -- when Doug let Veronica lead him to the kitchen. Samuel had talked a couple times about his ex-father, and the guy was a real shitheel!
The entranceway was clear now, and Barry "stealthed" across the room to listen at the kitchen doorway, ready to rush to the defense of his true love when she needed.
That Doug guy was saying something about frozen red bananas when Barry got to the kitchen doorway.
Barry risked a peek. Both women were topless and the woman from yesterday was groping Veronica's boobs again.
"Ohgod, Doug," Veronica sighed, "both boys are here ... don't make me ... DO ... things ...."
"Snookums," Doug said as he leaned back in his chair and wagged his erection at her, "I'm not going to MAKE you do ANYTHING. But don't it look purdy? And tasty?"
"Doug?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I need ...," she sank out of her chair onto her knees and knee-walked to him, "... your cock ...." Her face descended to his crotch and began bouncing there.
"Yeah," he patted her head. "I know. The divorce was a big mistake on your part."
"Oh, Doug," she came off his dick, then licked the length of it, "I never should have been so foolish."
Barry sat back around from the doorway. The things they were making his Veronica do! How could they?!
"Up here, sweetie-slut," he heard Doug's voice, then a single slap and Veronica's moan.
They were ... forcing her to do these things. But ... it didn't seem to be entirely involuntary ... ?!
What to do? If he stormed in there, would he be rescuing her, or just complicating things further for her trying to get out of this mess?
"Oh, Doug, no! Not there!" Veronica squealed.
That clenched it. Barry grabbed what looked like a sturdy vase by its neck and stepped into the doorway. "Hey! You! Leave her alone!"
Veronica was bent over the table, wet thong discarded on the floor; Doug was standing behind her, pants off, his pelvis pressed to hers. "Hiya, squirt!" he grinned.
"Ohgod, Barry! He's fingering my asshole!" Veronica's eyes fluttered as she wriggled her pelvis.
"Quit fingering her asshole!" Barry raised the vase threateningly. "Gah!" he jumped as his ass was goosed from behind. He jumped around and backed to the wall.
It was the woman from the garage yesterday. "Hi, Barry," she smiled. "My name is El. I'll be your lay today." She stepped to him and pressed her body to his like a sheet over a mattress.
"You leave her alone!" Barry called to Doug, raising he vase again, just before El gently eased it out of his hand and set it on the floor while smothering him with kisses.
It's okay," Doug called, "I'm not hurting her. Am I, baby?"
"Not as long ... as you finish ... fucking me, Doug! DO me!" Her hips were grinding back against his.
Bring him over here, El. I want to meet the boy."
Naked, Elsbeth led Barry across the room by tugging on his arm.
"Hi, my name is Doug. Doug Howard." He extended his hand while Veronica continued to grind back against his crotch.
Barry refused to greet him with a handshake. "If you hurt her ...," he pointed his forefinger at the man.
"Does she LOOK like she's in pain, kid?"
Elsbeth took Barry's hand and gently teased the fingers out into a spread hand, gently tugging it across the table where she closed the fingers again around Veronica's boob.
"Ohgod, Barry!" Veronica gasped, her eyes fluttering, "Don't ... don't squeeze .. don't squeeze my boob unless ... unless you stick your stiff cock down my whoring throat too!"
"Veronica?"
"Ungh! Fuck me!" she told Doug.
Barry found his hand pulled back from Veronica's breast by El, then placed at her own pussy. Her very wet, very warm pussy.
"So, anyway," Doug said as he began pumping his dick in and out of Veronica's pussy, causing her to moan and claw at the table, "I'm Sammy's dad. You may have heard of me? Big ugly monstrous bastard?"
"I--" He stared at Veronica as her moaning tempo increased. "Why is she doing this? How are you making her do this?" This just HAD to be involuntary, but Veronica sure did look like she was enjoying it ....
"Dja ever have one of those tootsie pops, kid? You know, how many licks does it take to get to the center?"
"I--"
"This is kind of like that. Soft, juicy, whoring center surrounded by hard, rigid, teasing shell. Now, how many dick-licks DOES it take to get to the whore at the center of the floozie-pop? Let's ask Ms Bitch." He slapped Veronica's behind. "Ms Bitch, how many dick-licks does it take to--"
"Ohgod, fuck me, Doug!" her voice quivered, the edges ripe with the approaching orgasm.
"You just ... leave ...," Barry started, but El's hand sank into his pants to squeeze his hard-on, making him lose his train of thought.
"Let's ask Mr Owl. Mr Owl, how many dick-licks does it take to get to the whore at the center of the floozie-pop. Well, I don't know, Mr Owl said. Let's-uh find-uh out-uh. Uh-one ... uh-two ... uh-three.
"Ohgod! Ohgod! Oh, FUCK! O-FUUUUUUCK!" Veronica gasped as she bucked, scraping her fingernails on the tabletop, Over the next thirty seconds, her bucking intensified, then abated, turning into wriggling, then exhausted, sated contentment.
"Doug looked at Barry, meeting his eyes. "Uh-three," he said authoritatively. He smacked Veronica's buttcheek. "Let's see if that holds true for the OTHER hole too. Would you like that, baby?"
"Ohgod, Doug ...," Veronica sighed, "Yeah ... do my ass ... do my ass too ...."
Doug shrugged to Barr. "Well, what the lady requests ...."
"No," Barry declared, pulling the clinging El off himself. "No, something is really wrong here. And I think that Veronica really DOESN'T want these things." He stepped to the counter, grabbed the rolling pin and held it up to emphasize his words. "You need to leave. Now."
"You have a propensity for clubbing instruments, dontcha, kid?"
"I said you need to get going now." He held up his hand to ward off El, who was approaching him again.
"Naw, El, our job here is done." He smacked Veronica's ass a little harder than he had been earlier. "We've hosed down the whore, wet her lips with cum, laid her out in a sexual coma." He pulled his pants back on while Elsbeth dressed too. "Wouldn't want to blow her little brain cells out with pleasure." When they were both dressed, Doug leaned over to whisper something in Veronica's ear, and she stiffened.
Barry saw them to the door, keeping his rolling pin at ready. He got them out the door, shut and locked it, then stepped back into the kitchen.
Veronica was sitting in a chair, still nude, eyes downcast, her legs crossed at the knee, her arms crossed at her lap, hunched over to cover as much in privacy as she could. Looking on the verge of tears.
Barry stepped back out of the kitchen to the entranceway, grabbed her discarded robe and took it back to the kitchen, spreading it over her shoulders.
She looked up at him dazedly, then pulled the robe closed in front, holding it that way with her fingers.
"You, uhm, weren't ever supposed to see any of this," she sighed.
"It's okay ... Ms Wilson, It's okay. I will never tell anyone of this."
"Just ... I can't ... I can't help it ...," the tears started leaking out now with her blinks. "I-- I don't know how-- ohgod, if I could--"
"It's okay," he whispered.
They sat in silence a couple minutes.
Veronica tried to adjust to the idea that her son's best friend had just seen her whore.
"This is ... part of the trouble you said you were in."
Veronica swallowed. "Yeah," she said quietly without looking up.
"It's him? Your ex-husband? He's doing this to you?"
"He's part of it. There are others."
"How many others?"
"I don't know ... several ...."
Barry nodded. He didn't know how to make people "disappear", but it sounded like too many to make disappear anyway.
"Thank you ...," she sighed. "Thank you for helping, Barry. I didn't mean to get you involved."
"Well, they shouldn't'a messed with ... with someone that's important to me."
She looked up to meet his gaze. The tears had stopped. But her eyes still looked weak. "You may ... be in danger now, Barry."
"If a man doesn't stand up for what he believes in, he's got no right to keep taking up space down here on the planet."
Brave words, spoken during a time of no immediate danger. Many people's words -- and actions -- did not hold up reliably during times of crisis, though.
"What kind of danger ... Veronica?"
Smart boy to ask.
"I don't know," she sighed. The boy had stood up for her. He had a right to know what dangers he may have coming now. "They've ... brainwashed ... me. They can make me do things -- be things -- just by saying key phrases to me now. But they just see me as a victim, not as a threat. You interfered with them. You know about them. I don't know what lengths they'll go to to keep all this a secret." She shook her head. "I don't even know how widespread this is. It could be just three guys with a powerful drug, taking advantage of the people around them. Or it could be worldwide. I just ... don't know."
"But you said you were trying to get out of this. You have a plan?"
Several seconds passed. "NO ... just ... trying to find a plan." Barry may have stood up for her and she was grateful for that, but she didn't trust him with her plan, didn't trust anyone with it. If they should get their hands on Barry, make him talk -- well, what he didn't know, he couldn't reveal. And if her plan were compromised, she couldn't free herself and come back to help Barry. Couldn't even free herself.
"You think ... they might ... try to ... kill ... us?" Barry asked. His face was a little white.
"I ... don't know," she shook her head.
"Yes ...," he flicked his eyes down and swallowed. "Well ... they, ehr ... they'll have one pissed off genius on their hands if they try something like that." He nodded. "And I think they'll be surprised at just how pissed off I can get."
"Barry?" She reached to him to touch his shoulder and he looked up. "We're going to get out of this, Barry. I have ... some ideas. We WILL get out of this."
He looked ... ready to cry. So much ... so fast ...
So scary.
"And thank you ...for being my hero ...," she whispered with a faint, grateful, tired smile.
He wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged her, a little desperate. She hugged him back. "It's going to be all right," she whispered.
After a minute, he relaxed his grip and sat back, trying to discreetly wipe his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah, we're going to be just fine," he declared. "But THEY'RE going to be sorry they MESSED with us."
"Mom? Barry?" Samuel called from the other room.
Veronica's clothes were back in her bedroom; her slut clothes were in the entranceway and here in the kitchen; right now she only had her robe draped over her shoulders and her heels on her feet.
Barry sprang to his feet, wiped his eyes one last time with the heel of his palm and stepped out of the kitchen. "Hey, Sammy, you were just on the attic, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Man, I lost my wallet here somewhere today. I've been looking for it. Could you help me look on the attic in case I dropped it up there?"
"Sure. When was--"
"Hey, could you check behind the sofa there while I check here?"
"Yeah. When was the last time you remember having it?"
Barry grabbed the black cutoff t-shirt that read "Slut", turned it inside out to hide the writing, then tucked the lip in his back pocket like a cleaning rag until he could better dispose of it.
"Not here," Samuel declared.
"Not here either. Would you mind helping me check on the attic?"
"Sure ...."
Veronica heard the voices recede to the other side of the house. She tucked her arms in the sleeves of the robe and belted it, grabbed her soggy thong off the floor and stuffed it in the large robe pocket, then set to removing her heels.
Thank you, Barry, she thought again.