Cathy was mildly surprised when her search paid off within an hour. She sat at a library computer, running searches of the news media for Denver Colorado. Her search for sex cult
scored a hit with an alternative newspaper back in September, shortly after Alex's trip there. The details weren't helpful, apparently some micro-commune of a man and four or five women had been drawn to the attention of the authorities by one of the girls' ex-boyfriends. That in itself wasn't newsworthy, except that the event had apparently precipitated a murder-suicide of the man and one of his partners.
There was a half-page photo of the front of the apartment where these events had taken place, with police and and ambulance and assorted people standing around. She suspected the picture had been printed because of the cluster of four highly attractive women to one side — the implication was that these were the surviving members of the sex cult. Far more interesting to Cathy, though, was Alex, torso and head visible in profile behind a police car, talking to a pair of uniformed officers.
There was no mention of Alex, either by name or role. In fact, the only name was the deceased cult leader.
But it proved a connection. Apparently this Daniel Scrowcroft had discovered a way to make beautiful women fall in lust with him. He had died, and Alex had been there. Shortly thereafter, beautiful girls had begun jumping into bed with Alex.
There was still no clue as to how this could have happened. But it proved Alex was not the innocent victim of mysterious circumstance. He was acting deliberately. Somehow he had made Terrie, Allison, and all the others want to have sex with him. She wondered if somehow his unusual penis size might be related as well.
But now, what to do about it? If she just confronted Alex, what was to stop him? With a shudder she recalled Allison's description of how she'd suddenly found him irresistibly attractive and sexy. Surely Alex wouldn't do that to her, would he? But she couldn't chance it, she needed help. But so far her evidence was entirely circumstantial; she needed more definite proof.
Especially she needed some idea of how Alex was affecting everyone. The most likely thing she could think of was that Daniel Scrowcroft had somehow discovered a human sex pheromone, which had somehow passed into Alex's possession. After another couple hours she was unable to establish that Scrowcroft had not been a biochemist — to the best she could tell he'd graduated from high school and spent two years at community college to learn how to install digital phone networks.
She would be careful, keep quiet, do her best not to antagonize Alex, and try to learn more.
Alex went straight home from Lucas's after seeing the picture of Sasha, skipping the rest of his classes. He entered her name into the Master Control Program and admired her lean, female form. He admitted to himself that he had already decided to use the Program however he needed to bed the beautiful Russian model. If he'd known about her earlier, she'd already be his.
Lisa thought Sasha's father was involved in the Russian mafia. Her father might not approve of his international super-model daughter getting involved with a common American college student. He knew from news reports that in post-Soviet Russia men like that didn't think twice about ordering their opponents executed. He didn't care. He had the Master Control Program.
He wondered how to go about taking Sasha. She was famous, and so beautiful that he wanted to do something more special than just using his Super Seduction macro.
Forcing Lisa to obey his every command had been — interesting, but hadn't provided him with the pleasurable thrill he'd felt with Terrie. Nor when he had just walked up to Lynne, touched her sexually, and let the Control Program enhanced emotions and pleasure persuade her the rest of the way. Ophelia's obsession with his cock, with the actual sex act with him, was gratifyingly exciting.
He decided to limit himself to manipulating Sasha's physical sensations. He knew he'd enjoy it more if there were a bit of risk, of challenge. With that resolution, he made only four changes.
The help function cautioned him, again, that the last term introduced the possibility of permanent effects on the subject, but he dismissed the warning. Lisa's insistent, uncontrollably energetic fucking had been quite exciting. He grew hard as he looked at Sasha's naked body and imagined it arching and writhing underneath him, wanting nothing more than the feel his cock in her pussy.
She was so beautiful. He looked forward to sex with her so much that he decided to experiment with enhancing his own sexual pleasure. He carefully entered his own name into the Control Program and made two changes to himself. Sexual contact with Sasha would be twice as pleasurable as normal, and orgasms twice as enjoyable.
Now, how best to approach her? He decided to enlist Lisa's help — or order her to help him. He'd ask her to find out when Sasha was alone in her room at the sorority and escort him in. After that he would have to trust that experiencing a brief, preliminary sexual pleasure with him would feel good enough to allow him more intimate overtures, and so on, until she was so worked up that she'd insist on sex.
Alex re-entered Sasha's name again, and once more grew hard at the knowledge that soon he'd be fucking the beautiful girl. Ruefully he turned off the computer and got to his feet. He knew Allison was in class, but Ophelia should be free…
Cathy waited until she knew Alex would be in class for hours, then snuck into his room and searched it carefully. She went through his bureau drawers, the drawers of his desk, all the boxes stacked in his closet, under his bed, in the light fixtures, everywhere she could think to look. Then she searched his bathroom with the same diligence, and found nothing. Unless it was in one of his toiletry items, deodorant or aftershave or… she sniffed everything carefully, deciding to call Glen if she felt the slightest increase in horniness over the next few hours. Instead, she felt fearful and nervous the whole time she was invading her cousin's privacy.
Finally she gave up, admitting to herself that a mysterious stash of sex pheromones was pure conjecture; it seemed Alex didn't have anything like that. Then how did he do it?
Perhaps some kind of electromagnetic induction? Maybe some kind of resonator or wires in the walls that excited the sex centers of female brains? Jennifer, Allison, Stephanie and — for all she knew — Dorothy had first succumbed to Alex right here in this room. But how could that explain Terrie, out by the pool?
And how could he bed them away from here, in their apartments? Unless the effect on their brains was permanent, or if his device or whatever was portable. Like his music player? True, he hadn't bought it until after hooking up with Dorothy and Stephanie and Ophelia. And Jen. But now he carried it with him wherever he went.
His computer! Abruptly she recalled how possessive he'd become about her using his computer — ever since he'd returned from Colorado! She pulled the box of his computer out from under his desk, undid the latches, and opened it up. She didn't see anything unusual, anything that might be the hypothetical electromagnetic, brain-controlling resonator, but she couldn't trust herself to recognize anything out of the ordinary. All the various computer parts looked much the same to her.
She wondered who she might ask for help identifying an unusual component. Ophelia might know, but she was already in Alex's camp. Ditto for Lucas. However, there was someone who was definitely not friendly with Alex. True, she apparently nursed a hatred for Cathy as well, but Cathy thought Lisa might be a bit more helpful if she threatened to take the disc of her near-rape to the dean. The fact that it had happened in Lisa's room would at least cause her sorority some problems in the Greek council.
To Alex's consternation, Lisa was unable to get him in to see Sasha alone the next day, as Sasha was busy hosting a prospective student visiting from Russia. He decided that waiting another day would only build anticipation. Besides, he'd been so horny when he went to Ophelia that they'd spent half the night fucking. Every time he'd started to feel sated, he simply willed his erection to full hardness, held it against her pussy, and then plunged it in to send the gorgeous ex-lesbian into a helpless series of orgasms, exciting him with another thrill of sex and pleasure and control.
He instead interrogated Lisa about her sorority sister. He was pleased to learn that Sasha did not have a boyfriend, and did not sleep with anyone on campus, or any American at all, for that matter. Her father was insistent on that, and had forbidden her to be intimate with anyone, at the threat of bringing her home to become a trophy wife for some elderly, helpful, Kremlin official. He was not unrealistic about his daughter's needs and desires, however, so every other week he dispatched a young, handsome bodyguard from his organization to visit his daughter and satisfy her needs.
Lisa found this arrangement quite amusing, because most of the young men were quite nervous. If Sasha's report back to her father was unfavorable, the young man would be punished, and certainly never sent to America again. It turned out — far too often from Sasha's point of view — their very nervousness was enough to prevent them from performing for their employer's gorgeous daughter.
Alex's sleep was restless with vague erotic dreams. He was unable to pay attention during his morning classes. At eleven he made his way to Lisa's sorority. By arrangement she met him at the door and led him upstairs. Which room is hers?
Alex asked his guide.
Here.
Lisa pointed at the door next to hers. Alex?
Yes Lisa?
Are you going to… fuck her?
What do you think?
I just… I told her to wear something sexy.
Why?
I told her I'd be bringing by a prospective for the football team, and that lots of pretty girls might help out the team. Except she thinks we're going to meet downstairs.
No, I mean why tell her to dress sexy?
Oh. I thought, I hoped… I want to have sex with you again Alex. Please?
Alex smiled at the blonde, formerly bitchy sorority girl. I'll consider it Lisa. Perhaps later.
Lisa gave a weak smile, then stepped forward to knock, then open Sasha's door.
Alex followed her in. The room was a mirror image of Lisa's. The furniture was the same. He noticed that many of the books on the shelves had Cyrillic lettering on the spines.
Everything else lost focus when he saw Sasha standing there. She was indeed dressed sexy, wearing a blue miniskirt fastened by an elaborate bow on one hip. Her plain white top clung to her torso, with thin straps over her shoulders. The tightness across her breasts made it clear she was not wearing a bra.
Her hair was mostly fastened back, but long, straight locks hung down to frame her face, down almost to her breasts. She raised an eyebrow to look at Alex, then Lisa.
He doesn't look like a football player.
Alex, this is Sasha. Sasha, Alex is Cathy's cousin.
She looked at him with more interest at that information.
You can go now Lisa,
Alex told her. Without another word Lisa turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Cathy's cousin?
Sasha looked at the closed door. A hint of confusion crossed her face. What's this about then?
Alex didn't answer, instead stepping forward, invading her space, lifting his hand to cup her right breast. The swiftness and unexpectedness of his action caught her by surprise. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth opened, frowned, then gasped at the sensation.
Alex took the opportunity to stand even closer to her. He squeezed her breast. She gasped again, and reflexively lifted her hand to his, to pull it away. He slid his palm downward, and lightly squeezed her nipple. Mouth open, she made a soft, coughing moan. Her eyes looked into his, wide with disbelief. Her hand, instead of pulling his away, rested lightly on the back of his hand.
He reached around with his other hand, placing it on her butt. Squeezing gently, he pulled her against him. His erection had shot to full strength, doubtless she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her belly. Alex bent his head down to stroke his lips against her forehead.
Her head tilted back while his hand stroked down from her breast, exploring the firm curves of her ribs and waist. Her tilting head stroked her nose against his descending lips, and then he kissed her.
For several long moments he brushed his lips back and forth against hers. Her eyes were closed, but she didn't respond. She held still, trembling slightly, while his hand rubbed back and forth between them, eventually hooking his fingers under the waist of her skirt, then sliding upwards under her top, exploring her hot, taut, midriff.
Then her mouth opened slightly to suck on his lower lip, and then his tongue when he extended it forth to tease her lips, then their mouths were wide open to each other. He removed his hand from under her top, back to her shoulder, and slipped the supporting strap down her arm, pulling her top down, exposing her breast.
He was careful not to touch it, instead he broke their kiss to trail his mouth down her chin to her neck. Sasha stretched her head back, exposing her throat to his gentle, sucking kisses until he was working his way down her chest, to her breast, to her nipple.
Oooooooh!
she moaned softly when he sucked on her nipple. Her hand went to the back of his head to hold him there. He paused happily, tonguing her nipple, kissing her breast, enjoying the way she thrust her chest forward against his face. His left hand moved from her ass around to her hip, feeling the hem of her skirt, the bow. A gentle tug and it was undone, and her skirt, with a little help, was slipping down her legs to the floor. He felt nothing but bare, warm skin as he explored down her thigh, gently stroking the back, curling his fingers around to the inside as he slid them back up towards her crotch.
Alex stood up before her, her hands fell to her sides as he looked into her eyes. With both hands on her hips, he slid them upward, catching her top as he did, lifting it up. She helpfully held her arms over her head so he could remove it and toss it aside, and then she was naked before him.
He couldn't help but return his hands to her breasts, squeezing gently and sliding his palms across her nipples. Shasha closed her eyes and her jaw trembled at the sensation. Her hips began to make short forward thrusts in a slow sexual rhythm. Alex moved even closer to her, so her hips bumped against the bulge of his cock.
Her eyes opened and her hands went to his crotch, fumbling with the fastenings. The gentle pressure of her fingers was almost too much for Alex, instead he stepped back, took her hands in his, and pushed her backwards to the bed. She turned to lie down on it, rolling onto her side to watch him as he removed his shirt, shoes, trousers, and underwear. Her gaze fixed on his erection until he leaned over her, when she shifted to watch his face.
She turned to lie flat on her back, eyes watching him the whole time.
Gradually Alex stroked his hand up and down the join of her thighs, supporting his weight with the other hand while kissing Sasha fiercely. She kissed him back pulling his chest against her breasts with one arm. As he kissed her his hand slid between her thighs, sliding up so his index finger slid back and forth against her hot, swollen labia. She gasped loudly, and an instant later he felt a trickle of lubrication as her pussy lips swelled open.
He pulled with the slightest pressure and her legs parted, slightly, enough that two of his fingers could press and slide against her pussy. Slowly he moved more of his own weight onto the bed, alternately kissing Sasha and teasingly sucking on her nipples as he aligned his body to hers. He wedged one leg between hers and drew up his knee, prompting her to spread her legs even further apart. He slid his other leg onto the bed between her legs, so that know he was lying atop her, cock aligned with her cunt.
Still kissing Sasha, with one hand he guided the end of his hard-on to Sasha's crotch, and rubbed his glans up and down against her moist slit. Sasha broke their kiss to inhale sharply. Her knees drew up and spread apart, aiming her pussy directly at his cock. She moaned into his ear when he pressed the end of his penis against her clit. Who are you?
she whispered. What are you doing to me?
Finally, he lowered the tip to press against the entrance of her vagina. She suddenly stiffened beneath him. No! Wait!
Sasha said. She flexed her back trying to draw her pussy away from him. Stop this! Stop this right now!
she cried again, but her arms lay limply across his back. Alex lifted his head to look at her face, her eyes were fearful yet commanding.
But he couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to. He pushed forward, and felt resistance as her muscles strained to hold closed against him. He pushed harder then clenched his abs to push harder still until her vaginal sphincter gave way. Her eyes closed as he entered her. Alex kept pushing, sliding his entire length into her hot, slick, tight pussy.
Sasha grunted. Her back arched, her arms left his back to slam against the matress. Her legs and arms strained against the bed attempting to lift herself into the air. She grunted again and Alex felt throbbing bursts of pleasure in his cock as her pussy churned around it. Sasha drew a deep breath and moaned a long low Ooooooaaaaahh
of pleasure. She continued to gasp and moan in time with her arching thrusts as her body trembled with pulses of pleasure.
Alex kept his groin pushed hard against hers. Her spasming pussy massaged and kneaded the entire length of his cock, sending unbelievable waves of pleasure surging through his body. With a grunt he began to rock his hips, thrusting his length in and out of Sasha's pussy. His actions pushed Sasha to even wilder expressions of orgasmic pleasure.
Alex hammered in and out, harder and harder, his thrusts forcing her hips back down to the bed until he held himself still and hard against her, maximally impaled and then he erupted with orgasm.
Sasha was nearly paralyzed with the intensity of sensation that thrilled her when Alex began to rub her pussy. She parted her legs to give him more access, to increase the flow of pleasure from her crotch. Soon she felt his knee sliding up between her legs, and she parted them further, hoping and fearing that it would continue all the way up to her pussy. Then Alex began kissing down her throat, sending tremors of anticipation along her spine until he was sucking on her breast. Her hands clasped him against her as she reveled in the sensation, until suddenly she was aware that he was lying on top of her, between her legs, aiming his cock down to her inflamed pussy.
Then she felt a thrill of fear. How had she come to this? Who was this guy? Why did he feel so good?
Her body convulsed at the blast of pleasure when his cock touched her labia. She'd never felt anything this good before. She was amazed that she was able to sustain such pleasure without an orgasm. Then she felt a chill fear at the loss of control, and at how unbelievably good his cock felt. Her fear was quickly obliterated by a new flood of sensation when his cockhead pushed against her clitoris.
Amazingly, astoundingly, she was able to recollect her thoughts as this newest burst of pleasure faded, and realized that this was all wrong. She shouldn't feel like this. She'd just met this guy. He wasn't even wearing a condom. This man above her had done something to her, she wasn't right, he shouldn't be doing this, she had to fight. Who are you? What are you doing to me?
She wanted to shout, tried to shout, but her body was so tense, so wound up, that she could only manage to whisper into his ear.
She tried to roll over, to push him off of her, but her arms and muscles refused to act. He smelled so good. He felt so good that her body refused to let go of him. All her sensations were overwhelmed by the pressing bluntness of his hard-on, unbelievably good against her pussy. Wait,
she demanded, Stop this now!
. She could feel him at her pussy entrance. She was exquisitely aware of his pushing pressure, so she concentrated on stopping him there, squeezing herself shut against him.
His pressure increased, along with the mind-splitting pleasure. Wait!
she wanted to scream. Stop and let me think!
Then her clenched muscles gave way, and she felt his glans pop into her passage. He pressed forward, she felt his skin sliding along hers, felt his length sliding into her, penetrating her, filling her. Fulfilling her.
Because suddenly she didn't want him to stop. In fact even the thought that she had wanted to resist just a few moments earlier was silly, because the intense, body-jolting, mind-shredding fountain of orgasmic pleasure flowing through her being right now was worth it. Worth anything. Worth everything.
She floated, free and unburdened through a long journey of sexual delight. Every extremity of her body echoed and resonated with the waves of sensation flowing from the pulsing throbs in her pussy.
Eventually Sasha came to realize that the pulsing throbs were Alex, passionately, ardently fucking her. She luxuriated in the feeling, in his weight atop her, and lifted her hips to meet him, so the squeezes of her fading orgasm would clench at his slick hardness.
Through half-open eyes she watched him above her. His eyes were closed in concentration, his mouth slightly open in an expression of pure, stupid pleasure as he slid his cock in and out, in and out. He supported himself on his elbows, forearms passing under her shoulders so that his hands cupped the back of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling, lifting her body to press it against his. The rubbing of his chest against her nipples sent even more delicious surges through her system.
She spread her legs wider, and lifted her pelvis so that his entire length could penetrate her. Waves of bright pleasure began to spark from pussy to spine to brain as she felt his cock move in and out, harder and faster. Her body instinctively moved to hold her skin against his and pull his cock as deeply into her as possible when delightful explosions burst through her being every time his cock brushed against her cervix deep within.
Then he froze, holding his body against hers at maximal impalement. He moaned and she could feel the twitches and surges as his cock began to throb, filling her with his cum. She felt her pussy clench in response, and then once more the intense, mind-shredding pleasure dissolved her consciousness. She should always have been aware of the existence of such pleasure! It was an outrage, a scandal that she had been denied of even knowledge of its possibility before now. And now this man, this gorgeous, talented, wonderfully proportioned man was providing it for her. And then even those thoughts were blown away by a new surge of orgasmic bliss, and time itself seemed to end…
The first thing she was aware of, when awareness returned to her, was his face, floating before her, watching her. Then the rest of him flooded back, he was above her, his weight lying on her limp form as their sweaty skin slipped and slid while they panted together. She could feel the firm curves of the muscles in his chest and abs, pressing against her.
Straining her neck up she pressed her lips against his. He pushed back eagerly, their lips parted together and she felt a satisfying thrill of pleasure as her tongue probed his mouth. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, what she felt for him, maybe love? No, more than love, it was a feeling that swamped her identity and submerged her individuality to the ecstasy, to him… she just hoped he felt something like it in return. Hoped that he would show her such pleasure again.
She was suddenly aware of the full, stiff sensation in her pussy, of his cock inside it. She felt it move within her, felt the hard flare of his corona as it scraped her insides while he withdrew. As his shaft pulled out, a faint sucking sensation followed in its absence, a sucking sensation that somehow drew from the central store of energy at the core of her being. And then she was full again, pressure and energy re-vitalized with each thrust of his cock. She moaned into his mouth as her body began to undulate beneath him, automatically moving against him so chest touched to chest, her hard nipples dragging against his firm pectorals, abs touched to abs, her flat hardness against his sculpted ridges, and crotch to crotch, her hips rocking up to meet his, offering him the best angle for maximal impalement.
Oh!
she broke their kiss to exclaim aloud as an explosion of pleasure erupted when his long shaft pressed up as he pushed it in, pressuring her clit. And then it happened again, and again, and then another series of excruciating pulses from her clenching pussy, and then again, and then another until they were coming so fast and so strong that the waves of orgasm kept building and building until she floated away.
Much to her surprise, Sasha found out that, amazingly, it could get better.
When Alex awoke, after about half an hour of delightfully sated rest, he was lying on his back on Sasha's bed. Sasha herself was asleep on her side next to him, one arm over his chest, a leg across his, and her face nestled into the crook of his neck. He lay still for a long time, exhausted and wondering at the incredible, unforgettable sex he had just experienced.
Eventually he forced himself to get up. Carefully disentangling Sasha he managed to get out of her bed without waking her. He continued to admire her nude, sleeping figure while he dressed. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the best fuck he had ever had. He vowed to himself that today would not be the last time either. He wondered if somehow, after graduation maybe, he could arrange his living situation to share it with her.
And other girls, of course. With the control over others granted by his computer program just about anything should be possible, yet he hadn't really thought about it. Spring Break wasn't too far away, and after that less than two months before graduation. For the first time he wondered what he would do with the rest of his life. He didn't really need to earn a living, not with his Program, but he'd have to do something so people did not become suspicious at his apparent lack of income. And he suspected it would take a lot of income to keep Sasha happy.
He was bemused by the thought, since he could easily program Sasha so that all she needed was regular sex with him to be the happiest woman in the world. But of course that wasn't right, it would be crossing the final line turning himself into Dan.
The small, private smile was still on his face when he stepped out of Sasha's room, carefully closing the door behind him, then he started with surprise and horror to see an audience gathered in the hallway.
What looked like half of the other members of the sorority were gathered there. One of them spoke So that's who Sasha's been closeted away with.
Alex, isn't it?
another asked him with arched eyebrows and a sardonic tone of voice.
Isn't he dating Stephanie?
said a third.
I thought Allison.
said another.
I,
another said with some authority, heard that he and Ophelia were an item.
No!
What?
Ophelia?
Alex stood still, flustered. He could feel his face blushing red. It didn't help at all that all of the girls were very attractive themselves, enough so that if he were bored and met one alone he might use his portable Program interface to… he realized then that he'd been stupid, his iPod was in his pocket yet he'd never thought of using it to ensure a quiet escape.
If you ladies will excuse me,
he said stiffly, with a shallow bow, and hurriedly left the building.
Later, at home, he sat down and turned on his computer, he quickly targeted the sorority building, and set up a script to target all females between 18 and 28 within the building, excluding Sasha herself. The age limit was to exclude the housekeeper, an hispanic woman in her fifties, that he'd noticed on his visit, and anyone like her.
Despite his intense sexual exertion with Sasha he was very aware of the unusually high level of sexual attractiveness of all the girls in the sorority. Plus his thoughts of the future had drifted to a large house with a bevy of beautiful housemates. And he wanted a little recompense for their mocking.
He implanted in all of them a deep and intense attraction to himself, along with a desire to keep it a secret from anyone else. The attraction would grow, over the next week, until a week from now, when they'd be willing to sleep with him, on any terms, just to satisfy that subconscious longing. He left their physical responses alone for now.
With a smirk of satisfaction he pressed the Enter
key to execute his script. Then he yawned, exhausted after his intense encounter with Sasha. Even though the sun hadn't yet set, he went to bed and fell asleep.
Cathy entered Lisa's sorority house unchallenged. Acting like she belonged there, she made her way upstairs. She asked a young girl directions to Lisa's room, then proceeded to the third floor. She knew she'd been up there before, but had no memory of being led there, drugged, by Lisa's goons.
She felt a chill when she entered Lisa's room — it was the one in the blackmail video she'd been sent. Lisa wasn't there. She heard a muffled moan of female pleasure through the wall next door and smiled to herself. It was nice to know that girls were still having orgasms without Alex's involvement.
Looking carefully she was able to identify the hidden cameras that covered the entire room from multiple angles. She traced the wiring back to the computer under Lisa's desk. There was a DVD in the drive. Curious, Cathy played it, wondering if Lisa were blackmailing anyone else.
The video began with Lisa turning to stand up from the very chair Cathy was now sitting in, angrily questioning what someone was doing there, directing her ire towards someone off-camera. Cathy fiddled with the controls to get another camera angle.
It was Alex. Cathy was so surprised that she lost track of the audio, what they were saying to each other. Then Alex ordered Lisa to take off her shirt.
Lisa, protesting, did so, then removed her bra at a further command. Then she pulled down Alex's jeans and underwear, protesting with disbelief as she followed his commands. Then she sucked him off. Then she stripped and fucked him. Then he lifted her onto the bed and fucked her. Repeatedly.
Once she'd begun actual sex with Alex, Lisa had stopped protesting, instead moaning and carrying on and adopting the same, stupid, blissful expression Cathy had seen on Jennifer. And Ophelia. And… Allison.
She felt a cold chill deep in her gut. Here was proof. Proof that Alex had some sort of control over people, over women at least, and that he was using it to gain sex from them. There was still no clue how he was doing it, what he was doing. He hadn't touched his iPod, there was no sign of drugs. Perhaps pheromones, or some super-secret hypnotism. He'd ordered, and Lisa had obeyed. She watched the video multiple times, from each angle, hoping for some clue how Alex did it. She also hoped to ask Lisa directly.
What could she do? If Alex really had this power, what was stopping him from using it on her? Because she was his cousin, so he wasn't interested in sex with her? But why not just use it to keep her from complaining or… noticing his varied affairs with her friends?
She knew she wasn't going to confront Alex with this latest evidence; she was pretty sure he hadn't known Lisa's cameras were running. But what could she do?
Cathy left the sorority house with the disk. She went to a private mail stop and packaged it with a printout of the article from the Denver paper, with Alex's face circled. She included a short, simple note Evidence of mind control?
and posted it, with no return address, to FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C.