Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Ever been confronted by a lynch mob or a lot of twitchy peasants with torches and pitchforks? It's not pretty. Henry Ingersoll has peered into the future and glimpsed devastation, but he's a clever man, and he's doing something about it: making dynamite.
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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Author's Rambling: Note first that this contains scenes of politics as well
as sex (ain't it great when politics is more obscene than pornography?)
Please note second that neither Harry's nor Henry's politics represent those of their author.
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.
Is this a treatise on political philosophy disguised as a dirty story? Or pornography pretending to be a neo-Lockean thesis? How can we tell when the very sheep around us set upon the sleeping wolf, rending his limbs from his body?
Excuse me: ... rending his or her limbs from his or her body ....
(Dramatic music playing, then silence.)
How can we tell?
Four people entered the conference room at the law offices of O'Brian and Watershed.
James Grady was confident. He sat, leaned back and steepled his fingers, looking over them at today's victims. He could be cocky because he was good. THAT good. What do you call a thousand lawyers drowned at the bottom of the sea? That much less competition, thought James. He smiled nastily to inspire fear in his prey.
Phillip P. Dweetlemeyer took a seat opposite James and would not meet his gaze. He knew of James Grady. Everyone did. Sharks and pit bulls feared him. "Uhm ...," he began in a nasal little voice that was like a man keeping his hands in his pockets and unable to look you in the eye. "We're here today to discuss the sexual harassment suit your client has brought against Mr Kinderbaum, whom I represent."
"Yes ... we are." James maintained his stare of offense.
"Yes. Uhm. Well." Dweetlemeyer looked everywhere but at his opponent. "Let us begin, then."
David Kinderbaum sat beside Dweetlemeyer. He was scared, with good reason. But it wasn't fair. Lori Schwartz, his accuser, was a luscious blonde that signed her name with a smiley face over the "i". She had a set of D-cups hanging off her and liked to wear her blouses unbuttoned to the third button. She even gave a warm, come-hither smile to ogling sightseers when she caught them touring her cleavage with their eyes.
But ... that smiley face in her signature hid a blood-thirsty, jagged-glass snarl. On that day that David regretted so much now, he had gaped at the exposed flesh of her bosom, received one of her endearing smiles and reached over to gently cup one of those magnificent jugs.
Her shrieking had brought the other office girls running in. Half of them had glared judgment at him while the other half led the suddenly-wailing Lori out to tell her how much money she could make now in a lawsuit.
It just wasn't fair ....
"Look, Dweeblemucker, you can't pos--"
"It's Dweetlemeyer."
"Excuse me?"
"My name," he kept looking firmly at the tabletop. "It's Dweetlemeyer."
"Yes," James smiled. "It is. And you can't possibly expect to argue that ...."
David had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched this Grady guy dominate the arguments with his own timid little lawyer. This ... was it, then. He was going to lose his job. He was going to lose his wife when she found out about the lawsuit -- her and her father's wealth. It was all over. He tugged on Dweetlemeyer's jacket and leaned over to whisper to him to wrap it up -- they had lost. Everything.
But before he could say any of that, Dweetlemeyer did look up to meet and hold his gaze. "Mr Kinderbaum ... David. I must ask you to trust me," he whispered firmly.
David was speechless. Couldn't the little man see that he had lost? Why drag it out and only make everything more embarrassing?
"Trust me." Simple. Assured. Confident.
Mentally shrugging numbly, David sat back to let the scene finish playing out. He really didn't want to watch this frail pheasant be bloodily ripped apart by the gnashing attack dog across the table. But that's exactly what the pheasant had just asked him to do.
"Mr Grady," Dweetlemeyer tried the steepling gesture that his opponent had down to practiced perfection, but it felt awkward, so he abandoned it almost immediately and did a nervous little finger-fidget as he spoke, "Do you mind if I call you Jim? Jim, I think--"
"I do."
"Excuse me?"
"You have to earn the right to call me James. You haven't earned it."
"Be that as it may," Dweetlemeyer gave a tiny defiant smile. "I wish to hear Ms Schwartz express in her own words just what she thinks my client has done wrong."
James Grady was careful to not show ALL his teeth in that smug grin. This babe was a born actress -- he had seen her at work. Give her three minutes and she could convince judge, jury or even the men in this very room that they had no choice but to castrate this Kinderbaum monster. Before he attacked again! "Go ahead, Ms Schwartz. Tell them of the horrors that you've endured at the hands of this man."
Lori was smiling distractedly. GOD, she was horny! She'd had this sexual buzz thing going on in her head since last week. It varied from a rapid simmer to a roiling boil, but she seemed unable to get the burner turned off. It just made her all ... WOW!
And it sure made it hard to think straight!
"Lori?"
The timid little man was looking at her, pushing his thick glasses back up the bridge of his nose. She wondered what his cock looked like. She just knew that some of the short guys are REALLY well hung. Sort of God's way of making it up to them for the lack of height thing.
But he was expecting her to say something.
"Gentlemen ...," she began. Shit! She just creamed herself again with all this male attention. And she didn't think she had any fresh panties to change into.
They were still staring at her, waiting. "Gentlemen ... God just wouldn't hang boobs off a woman if He didn't want them gaped at and groped!" She giggled at their stunned looks and wriggled in her seat. Shocking people seemed to make her sooo-oo-o drippy wet nowadays!
James moved immediately to minimize damage. "Ms Schwarz doesn't mean that the way it sounds. What she meant was--"
"Shut up, you little prick," Lori cut him off. "Don't be putting words in my mouth unless you do NOT want to be putting your cock in it later."
"L-Lori?! I really ... don't think ... you should ...." James seemed flustered. Good! Arrogant little bastard deserved to be off balance a bit. She wondered what HIS cock looked like. Shorter than the little guy's, she decided.
"Ms Schwartz," Dweebie-meyer asked her, "Please describe the day of the incident, if you will."
"Sure," she twirled several strands of hair around her finger. "I was strutting around the office, just a bitch in raging heat, leaving puddles on the floor whenever I stood in one place too long." She giggled. "Like I was marking sexual territory or something. Or maybe I was like a rabid pussy, foaming at the lips."
"Ms Schwartz." Dweebie asked. "Are you sure that you're not embellishing?"
"I might be," she smiled guiltily. "But I'm so HOT I'd say ANYTHING right now to get all three of you to DO me!" She noticed David Kinderbaum's mouth was hanging open. "Hi, Davy!" she gave a little wave. "Poor Davy there was just a simple victim of my raging hormones and pheromones. I was in his office and made this REALLY big wet spot on the floor -- I always thought Davy was kind of cute -- and he came around and slipped on my leaked juices and almost fell. He grabbed a boob to steady himself and that was when I pulled a nasty trick on him and screamed. I am ... so sorry, Davy!"
David shrugged dumbly, bewildered. She stood and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Uhm," James stood, his meeting coming apart in shreds now, "Lori, you mustn't--"
"Sit down," Dweetlemeyer directed him.
"But ...." James looked at Dweetlemeyer ... looked at Lori ... watched her gesture with her tongue in her cheek and her fist like she was giving a blowjob ... then slowly sat back down.
Lori removed her blouse and stood there in her bra.
"Please, Ms Schwartz, continue."
"What I shoulda done, Davy," she said, leaning forward to place her hands on the desk and jiggle her boobs from side to side, "was told you to look, look to your heart's content. Get it all out of your system. Aren't they great gazongas?"
"Y-yeah! Could you ... shake your chest ... to jiggle them again?"
Giggling, Lori complied enthusiastically.
David felt a tug on his shirt sleeve and turned to almost bump noses with Dweetlemeyer as the little man peered up at him through those thick lenses. Startled by the closeness, David jerked back.
Dweetlemeyer's eyes blinked a couple times, like a telescope refocusing, before he whispered. "Mr Kinderbaum ... I am going to suggest something, but before I do, you should realize that Ms Schwartz has been ... 'relaxed'."
David looked at Lori, who smiled a little wider and shook her chest again for him.
"But remember whom you are dealing with. This young woman pretended to be a bimbo flake, enticing you until she had you in a compromised position. Then she sprang her trap on you."
That ... was true.
"Davy, pay attention to ME!" she whined. "I'm getting all squishy for you over here!" Good God! She was running her index finger inside her bra cup, teasing him!
"David," Dweetlemeyer whispered at him, "I suggest the application of this variant of the golden rule: do unto others as they have done unto you."
"But ...." David pointed at the mewling blonde kitten with the pouty lips and the breasts on the verge of ... spilling ... out!
"Daaa-aa-aaaavy!"
"You want me to blow THIS chance?!" David communicated with his eyes.
"Mr Kinderbaum," Dweetlemeyer smiled, "Ms Schwartz's disposition has been fixed permanently. I suggest that you can have your bimbo flake and eat her too. But ... eat her later."
"Da-a-aavy! Don't you wanna see 'em?!"
David looked at her. Those breasts were so-oo-o close to ... springing forth. He looked back at Dweetlemeyer, who nodded.
It was absurd, but ... well, why not?
David opened his mouth and let loose a bloodcurdling scream.
A dozen people, four men and eight women, stormed into the conference room, jerking their heads back and forth, trying to discover who had screamed and why.
"She just ... she just ...," David bellowed, standing. "She just started coming ONTO me! I COULDN'T get AWAY!"
Lori had her arms crossed, trying to cover her bra and the flesh underneath.
"I asked her to STOP! I told her this was NOT APPROPRIATE!" David played his part to the hilt this time, past Grady's sputtering. "But she just kept SHOVING her BREASTS at me! GROPING me! I COULDN'T get her to STOP!"
The women were scowling at the blonde tramp while the men leered at her.
All eight of the women crowded around David. "I just feel so ... dirty!" he said, crossing his arms in front of himself protectively. The women ushered him outside, making soothing sounds.
"Are you okay?" a gorgeous redhead breathed and blinked widely.
"You POOR thing!" Brunette, big soft eyes.
"How COULD she?!" Blonde, pouting lips lacquered in cherry red lipstick.
David's wife Evelyn hung on his arm as she walked him back to work after lunch.
"Hi, Mrs Kinderbaum," Dana, the office intern, beamed at her. "Looking after our poor David?"
"You have THAT right. We're seeking a restraining order against that little psychopath! Stalking my David like that! Accusing HIM of harassing HER! Then desperately throwing herself at him in that conference room! I'm keeping my eyes out against any OTHER little hussies looking to make a living by lawsuits and extortion!"
"Well, we're helping to keep watch over him too, Mrs Kinderbaum."
"Thank you, Dana." Evelyn turned and kissed her husband. "I'm going to have Sonia fix your favor meal for dinner and later tonight ...," she lightly tapped him on the nose and dropped her voice to a whisper, "I'm going to thank you again for being such a strong and faithful husband!" With a naughty smile, she left.
As David walked up the hall, he overheard two of the office girls gossiping. "*I* heard she DID all fourteen of the men that ran in after the women led poor David out."
"I never suspected she was SUCH a little slut!"
David entered his office, sat behind his desk and propped his feet up on it. Life was good.
A few minutes later, Allison, the pretty office newlywed, stepped in. "You are SUCH a good husband, Mr Kinderbaum! I just HAD to tell you that."
Strange. Allison had always been one of Lori's gossip-buddies. He guessed women just turned on each other even quicker than men would. "Thank you, Allison."
"Also, we have a SURPRISE for you in the second conference room, sir."
A surprise? David guessed it was a cake or something. All of the girls had been oohing and ahing over him, vocally wishing their boyfriends and husbands were as faithful as him. He followed her to the conference room and entered.
Phillip Dweetlemeyer and Lori stood by the table.
"We snuck her in for you, sir," Allison whispered brightly, then stepped out and closed the door.
"Have a seat, David," Dweetlemeyer said in his bottled, nasal voice. "I told you that you could eat your flake later."
"Oh, David!" Lori held her hands to her cheeks. "I am SO sorry! I NEVER meant to HARASS you! You DON'T have to get any silly restraining order! I ONLY ever wanted to make you feel GOOD! I am SO sorry! Is there ANY way I can make it up to you? Hmmm?"
David looked at Dweetlemeyer, who grinned and nodded.
"Come sit on my lap," David sat and patted his knee, "and tell me all about it."
Lori sat on his knee and put her arms around his neck.
"What do you think about sexual harassment nowadays, Lori?" Dweetlemeyer prompted her.
Lori looked with wide eyes at David. "Oh, sir, women just get their heinie hairs wound up too tight about that stuff." She rolled her eyes. "I was just twisted in the head. JUST like a WOMAN! We simply mix up what's really important." David cupped her tit with his hand and began squeezing. "Ohgod, sir! That feels ... just ... WONDERFUL!"
Lori shut her eyes and had begun mewling when the door opened.
David startled as Allison poked her head in the room. Shit! Not another lawsuit?!
But she was wearing a white bridal veil. She stepped the rest of the way in and stood there in the veil, a white garter, white hose, white heels, nothing else, holding a bouquet of white flowers. Smiling, she closed the door behind her.
"I want to play too!"
"The things it takes to keep these girls happy, hungh, Kinderbaum?," Dweetlemeyer said as he unzipped and pulled out fourteen inches.
Lori's eyes grew. She KNEW it! She had KNOWN the little guy would be stallion-hung like a character out of some unrealistic porno story!
The bride sank to her knees and began performing her honeymoonal duties on Dweetlemeyer's scepter.
David paused his grope while Lori removed her shirt and reached behind herself to her bra snap. "Let me unfetter these kittens for you, sir," she breathed as she let the bra drop to the floor and the kittens bounced around playfully.
Dweetlemeyer was smiling when David glanced over at the bride's bouncing head. "You're probably wondering," he sighed, his whole prick slicked with spit.
"You GOTTA tell me how you did this!" David said as he let Lori undo his pants.
"Seems that Lori was already starting to pussy-whip her fiance, dictating where they would spend his money, when they would have sex, who he would have as friends. He liked the sex -- when he got some, anyway -- but the rest of the time, she was just trying to deform him into a male version of herself. Typical manipulative girlfriend syndrome. He was trying to figure out how to leave her without getting sued for possession of a penis when I stepped in. I offered to refer him to this place that specializes in helping women with ... behavioral problems. After his initial skepticism, he came up with seven women he'd like to sponsor, including this little newlywed tart that he thought prematurely bound her pussy forevermore to some geek. Not that there's anything wrong with geeks, of course!"
By this time, Lori was grinding her naked ass in David's naked lap. "Oooh!" she squealed as she slid back to juicily impale herself. Dweetlemeyer pulled his bride up and bent her over the table, entering her from behind as she cooed.
"He was so pleased with how Lori turned out that he was only too grateful to loan me these two sex-vixens for the afternoon."
The two men lapsed into silence as they humped their honeys.
Dweetlemeyer finally pulled out of his sex-bride and she turned and dropped to take it on the face. "Leave it down!" he barked as she started to lift her veil. Pumping himself, he fired load after load, getting the front of her veil gummed up with goo.
Within moments, the newlywed had her veil partially pulled down and was stuffing it in her mouth, licking and sucking the jism through the lace. After a couple minutes, she sat back on her butt and spread her legs. "Wow! What a gusher! You made, like, a RIVER of cum, Mr Dweetlemeyer!"
"With this spring, I thee fed," the lawyer muttered.
About that time, Kinderbaum tensed and unloaded into the woman that was going to destroy his life only four days ago. Now she just purred, a kitten contented with cock's milk.
"Never thought I'd be doing that," David said as he lightly smacked her on the butt.
"THANK you, Davy," Lori enthused. "My ass is yours! ANYtime!" Her hair had that just-fucked sweaty limpness to it, but her eyes shone with just-fucked satisfied languidness.
"Are you sure those are double-dixie cups, Ms Schwartz?" Dweetlemeyer asked. "They look hefty enough to be E-cups."
"Want to handle them and judge for yourself?!" she smiled brightly, puffing out her chest.
"Yeah ... wiggle your pretty little butt over here and let me squeeze on 'em for a while."
The woman that had initiated the sexual harassment lawsuit two weeks ago flounced naked across the room, her "victim's" jism dripping from her cunt, to have her jugs fondled, weighed and judged by the opposing attorney.
David sat and leaned back in an office chair, the leather feeling strange on his naked butt. This Dweetlemeyer guy had sure earned his fee! David's accuser was now bouncing on fourteen inches of pecker, delight in her eyes, mewling sounds escaping her lips. God, that bitch had a nice body. It should be at least a misdemeanor for her to keep it hidden under clothing. Of course, now that she had been "relaxed" ... maybe she wouldn't be so anal about keeping the good parts covered all the time.
Allison was still sitting on her butt on the floor, legs spread wide, making a puddle as she frigged herself. Part of her veil was drying stuck to her cheek as her moans started coming faster.
"Would it be all right," David asked, "if I test drove the bride?"
Allison's eyes came up eagerly.
Dweetlemeyer had Lori standing now, bent over to grip her own ankles as he leisurely rocked her pelvis back and forth on his erection. "Sure, let's pass the bride's ass around. When you're done with her, we'll let Lori here have a go at her. Would you like that, sugar jugs?" he asked the bent-over lady.
"Oh, just fuck me, baby! Please! Fuck me!"
He looked back over to David and translated. "That's a yes."
"Oh, Mr Kinderbaum," Allison crawled to him, "Plug me, pump me, give me a honeymoon I won't EVER forget! Spoil me to all other men besides you! Fry my brain with sex! I know you can do it -- just look what a contented pussy you've made Lori into!"
Indeed, Lori was still gripping her ankles, her thighs shiny with her own juices, looking like there was not another place in the world she would rather be than bent over, right here.
"You have done SO much for me, Mr Dweetlemeyer," David said as he stuffed Allison's vagina with cock, then fingered her asshole to the delighted little bride's squeals, "but there is one more thing I just HAVE to ask of you. Please, hook me into the place that does this! That helps these women ... get over their behavioral problems!"
Dweetlemeyer had pulled out of Lori and she was spinning around to take him in her mouth. "I'll see ... ungh ... what I ... ungh ... can ... ohsweetmotherofJESUS! OH! YES!" Dweetlemeyer tensed while Lori's cheeks sunk in like an inflatable sex doll that just had a running vacuum stuck up its ass. After several twitching moments, he staggered back and collapsed in a chair.
Lori proudly stuck her tongue out to show both men that she swallowed it all like a good little girl.
"I'll ... see ... what I ... can do ...," Dweetlemeyer sighed.