; ; Discourse: For how many therapists is the study of human behavior simply a ; polite disguise for the search for power. Yet quantum physics has taught us ; nothing if not the fact that the observer is no more objective than the ; observed. Follow us as we find out just who is studying whom ... on the ; Pumpkin's Night.
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"Like a lady that has pissed herself in her evening gown
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at the big ball, shame is a delicacy to be held and savored"
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-- Dr ErnestBenjamin
; ; "I look like a deer in the headlights," Tanya swallowed hard. "Like a NAKED ; deer in the headlights." She surrendered the printed images to her psychology ; professor.
; ; Jessica looked over them. Indeed, the college freshman stood in a series of ; seven poses:
; ; Full frontal, nakedly at attention, blonde hair dangling at her shoulders, ; pretty blue eyes staring vacantly ahead.
; ; Naked profile of the same pose.
; ; Full frontal again, in a stance with legs spread half again as wide as ; shoulders, hands clasped behind her head to present tit.
; ; On knees and forearms, ass arched higher than head -- conveniently from both ; side and rear views.
; ; Standing on tip-toes, bent forward 45 degrees at the hips, cupping boob from ; underneath, offering them up to the viewer with an artificial empty-eyed smile ; on her face.
; ; Seated on her butt on the floor, legs spread wide, eyes staring distractedly ; ahead.
; ; "Ms Koning, these are," Jessica waved the prints, "pornographic. This is ; your idea of a joke?!"
; ; "No! It's no joke! And I need your help!"
; ; The pictures made Jessica nervous -- just having them in her office while she ; had this conversation with a student opened her up to distorted accusations ; later. Perhaps she should call Joyce over, she wondered, to act as a witness ; that everything was handled appropriately.
; ; "Please, Professor Sucrerie, you've GOT to help me! I don't know WHERE ELSE TO ; GO!" The girl seemed sincerely distressed.
; ; Jessica set the risque and risky prints back in front of the girl. "You ... ; were not a willing participant in taking these?"
; ; "Willing-- ?! Professor, I don't even REMEMBER posing for them!"
; ; "You're sure they are of you? And not another model that just looks like--"
; ; "They're me," Tanya nodded solemnly.
; ; "I mean, the young lady certainly LOOKS like you, but--"
; ; "That scar that looks like a shepherd's crook on the back of her right thigh. ; I got that on a bicycle when I was twelve. What are the chances of ...."
; ; Jessica nodded -- coincidental "identical twins" with identical distinctive ; scars would be few and far between. "If you didn't pose for these, how did you ; find out about them?"
; ; "Hank Rollins was harassing me after class yesterday, calling me vulgar names. ; Then he pulled these out to show to me what a 'whore' I was. I landed a knee ; to his groin and took these while he was vomiting."
; ; Jessica inwardly smiled. Hank Rollins was a junior, a blocker or tackle or ; some such on the university football team, and long overdue for a good ; groin-induced vomit. "But he has to outweigh you by--"
; ; "They all go down if you land a blow there. When I got to studying the ; pictures, they ... really ARE of me. But I don't know how." She swallowed. ; "Could someone have ... hypnotized me? Or are there drugs that could make me ; do that? Just ... obey them and ... pose naked? And then forget about it ; later?"
; ; Jessica sighed. "Hypnosis does not exist. What people call hypnosis -- it's ; simply role playing, the subject trying to please the so-called hypnotist." ; She had published two studies on just that topic. "And drugs exist that could ; knock you unconscious, but you look alert, albeit distracted, in those ; pictures."
; ; "So what could it be, then?"
; ; "Tanya, what was your upbringing like? Were your parents strict with you?"
; ; "You don't think ... I'm just going wild with college-life, do you? Because ; I'm not. I don't remember taking these pictures at all. Someone DID something ; to me! They hypnotized me! They must have made me pose for them and then made ; me forget about it!"
; ; "Tanya, I told you: hypnosis doesn't exist. Noone can make you do anything ; against your will. If you posed for these pictures, regardless of whether you ; are yet able to admit that you willingly did so, there was a part of you that ; wanted to."
; ; "No, you don't understand at all! I never--"
; ; "Tanya, you need to take responsibility for your own actions. You simply ; cannot blame this on some fantastic 'mind control.' You have to own up to your ; own actions, embrace--"
; ; "So you don't think that anyone ... hypnotized ... me or drugged me or ; anything?"
; ; "Certainly not. And you will want to avoid any such elaborate fantasies about ; conspiracies evilly mind controlling young coeds like yourself. Such ; fabrications are unhealthy and will delay resolving your issues."
; ; Tanya nodded silently, then looked up.
; ; "Professor Sucrerie ... what would it mean if it ... turned someone on -- not ; that it did! -- but ... what would it mean? If someone found being mind ; controlled ... hot?"
; ; And there it was: the girl was simply elaborating a sexual fantasy.
; ; "I mean, not that I did, but if a girl were to, say, masturbate over being ; someone's ... sex puppet ... would that make her a bad person? Would it mean ; that she's a slut?"
; ; "Tanya," Jessica sighed, "perhaps you should--"
; ; "Because I never did that before yesterday!" Tanya blurted. "I mean ... I ; never even wondered about things like that until ... I saw myself like that ; yesterday. All ... in a trance like that. Ready to accept orders. All ... at ; someone's command ... like they could make me do ... anything ... and I would ; ... just ... let them ... make me ...."
; ; "But that doesn't mean you didn't have subconscious desires, laying there, ; latent. And with the freedom of university life comes a risk of doing things ; you're ashamed about."
; ; "You think ... I'm a slut, don't you?"
; ; "I think you're a confused young lady, Tanya. I can recommend some therapists. ; Perhaps it would be good to try a couple sessions with one, to sort some ; things out."
; ; Tanya nodded silently, not meeting Jessica's eyes.
; ; "The mind is a complex organ, Tanya. I takes great effort to even begin to ; understand the conflicting desires in our own heads and it brings no shame to ; ask a therapist for help. But, no, hypnosis and mind control do not exist. ; Instead, we need to own up to our own actions, to assume responsibility for ; our own deeds."
; ; Jessica pulled her address book out of her purse and jotted down three names ; and numbers on a sheet of paper, then handed that to Tanya. "These are all ; fine therapists, Tanya. I would like you to give one of them a call and ; schedule an appointment. Believe me, it will help."
; ; "Yes, ma'am." Tanya stood. "Th-thank you," she mumbled, then left.
; ; Jessica sighed. Getting off on the idea of a big bad conspiracy forcing her to ; do slutty, degrading things? That was one disturbed young woman.
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; ; "They're making them stranger and stranger these days," Jessica shook her head ; after walking next door to Joyce Vail's office.
; ; Joyce looked up from where she was grading exams. She looked like a cute, ; playful kitten that had buttoned herself up into a librarian's staid outfit, ; complete with little bitty glasses, though her mischievous feline eyes would ; give her secret away to anyone that watched her long enough. Jessica had ; decided that her figure, under those clothes, was curvaceous, and her dark ; brown hair, if she would only let it down, would play around on her bare ; shoulders most delightfully.
; ; Except this kitten liked boys -- was still looking for a husband, in fact.
; ; "How so?" Joyce asked, looking over her glasses.
; ; "A student just brought me naked pictures of herself."
; ; "Ooh, you should have called me over to corroborate that everything was ; handled appropriately in case she made anything ; up later."
; ; "Believe me, it crossed my mind. But she was obviously distraught and ; continued on before I could give you a call."
; ; "Were you able to help her with what she was fretting over?"
; ; "She was upset that Hank Rollins was harassing her."
; ; "Ooh, he's a jerk."
; ; "Yes, he is. Apparently, he found these naked pictures that this student let ; be taken of herself. And here's the twist: she now claims that she doesn't ; remember ever taking the pictures. She's totally blocked that out."
; ; Joyce frowned. "That WOULD be creepy from her point of view -- finding ; pictures of yourself with no explanation of how they were taken."
; ; "She's elaborated some fantasy about how this mysterious 'them' hypnotized her ; into posing for those pictures. She's even found that fantasy titillating, if ; you can believe that."
; ; "Did you refer her to the police? Just to check out her claims?"
; ; "Oh, Joyce, I didn't want to feed her delusions."
; ; "Still, perhaps someone should check out to see if any--"
; ; "Hypnosis doesn't exist, Joyce. It's just role playing. It's one of the few ; things Freud got wrong. Now subconscious urges -- those exist. And this girl ; needs to resolve some of hers."
; ; "That's where we differ, Jessica. I think hypnosis is a real phenomenon. And ; it COULD be used to exploit young women in the hands of an unscrupulous ; person. Hank Rollins, hmm? That's boy's head is as thick as a brick, so he ; is obviously not capable. Coach Jefferson is always looking for ways to beef ; up his team and keep them happy, so he'd have the motive but not the means."
; ; "Joyce," Jessica smiled teasingly, "YOU'RE not having any issues with sexual ; repression, are you? You seem very fascinated with this far-fetched idea."
; ; "Ha, ha," Joyce rolled her eyes irreverently. "Now Coach Jefferson *IS* good ; friends with Professor Benjamin in the biology department."
; ; "Joyce, c'mon," Jessica shrugged. "It's just the fantasies of a repressed ; little girl."
; ; "It probably is. But we SHOULD rule out the remote possibility that it's ; something more."
; ; Jessica shrugged. Joyce was an adult -- it was silly, but if she wanted to ; play Agatha Christie, she had the right to do so, Jessica guessed.
; ; "Oh, I'm not going to waste a lot of time and effort on it," Joyce read ; Jessica's expression, "I just think we owe it to the girl to lightly check it ; out. I'll mention it to Greg. If Professor Benjamin's computer is on the ; network, perhaps he can check out his hard drive for anything suspicious."
; ; "You're going to get your brother in trouble if he goes poking around other ; people's hard drives. Especially at this university -- people are very ; protective of their research here."
; ; "It'll just be this once. And he owes me a favor -- I cooked him dinner two ; nights last week."
; ; "When are you going to find you a partner to serve as an outlet for your need ; to nurture?" Jessica asked with a smile.
; ; "When I come across the right one," Joyce smiled back.
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; ; Professor Sucrerie dismissed class, and Tanya was gathering her books to file ; out with the rest of the students when Hank Rollins' voice slapped her ; awareness, "Hey, your imperial highness!"
; ; "You leave me alone," she spun around and warned him, "Or next time I'll knee ; you so hard you'll be tasting testicles."
; ; "Sweetie, sweetie, I just want my pictures back."
; ; "I tore them up. And if you try to fake any more pictures of me, I'll tear ; them up too."
; ; "Now ... you know you'll be begging to pose for me again tonight."
; ; "They weren't of me! They were faked! And I won't--"
; ; "I think I'll have you dress up like a slutty French maid and beg to polish my ; knob."
; ; "You-- ! You can't-- !"
; ; "Yeah, I'll make you spit-shine it with your--"
; ; "Mr Rollins," Jessica spoke from directly behind him, "you will have a twenty ; page report contrasting behaviorism with classical psychoanalysis to turn in ; by the next class."
; ; "What?!" he spun around and scowled at her.
; ; "Or you fail this class."
; ; "Do you think you can just--"
; ; "I think I can get you dismissed from the university for using profanity and ; verbally assaulting another student. I've offered you a different way to ; channel your energies, but we can still go the first route if you insist. Want ; to try me?"
; ; After a moment of surprise at Jessica's feistiness, his eyes took on a ; smart-assed glint, and a smile crawled across his face. "Naw, Prof. I oughtta ; be nicer to get what I want anyway. Like they say, you catch more honey with ; lies." Chuckle. "You have a good one, Prof.," he said as he turned his back to ; her and sauntered out of the classroom.
; ; "God! What makes him think he can TALK to me like that?!" Tanya demanded, her ; eyes flaring with anger. Then she nodded, determined, "I want to press ; charges. Yes, I want him dismissed, like you said. He can't treat me like ; that."
; ; Jessica sighed. A girl with nude pictures of herself floating around campus ; trying to get a football player dismissed? For a little strong language? ; "Tanya, you should think about this before you pursue it and make sure you ; want to. You'll need a lot of resolve to take on--"
; ; "Oh, I'm sure! I'm resolved! That little prick," she jabbed her finger, ; "doesn't belong with other human beings." Then she turned and huffed out of ; the classroom.
; ; Jessica sighed. "That's it. show's over," she told the three students that had ; lingered to gape at the entertainment.
; ; She gathered up the rest of her materials, then headed up the hall and down ; the stairwell. On the landing, two students were making out, and Jessica ; averted her eyes. They ought to take that out of the hallways and into some ; seedy hotel room. But you couldn't say anything to students about that these ; days. Everything went, it seemed.
; ; "Hey, Prof," the male in the embrace called to her as she walked past.
; ; Jessica turned, and ... God, it was Hank.
; ; "More honey with lies," he gave her a grinning thumbs-up while Tanya nibbled ; and licked his neck.
; ; "Will you make me ... wear the floucy little apron ... while I make you ; sparkly clean ... sir?" Tanya asked between licks.
; ; "Tanya?!" Jessica gasped.
; ; "Mmm ... yeah, Prof ... ?" she sigh-slurped, distracted by the taste of Hank's ; flesh.
; ; "Guess she's a little preoccupied with me right now," Hank said as he cupped ; tit through blouse, "But, hey, thanks for standing up for her earlier. We both ; really appreciate that, Professor Sucrerie."
; ; Jessica backed down three steps as Tanya let herself be groped, then she turned ; and left hurriedly, feeling a little sick.
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; ; "You'll never believe what Greg found," Joyce poked her head in Jessica's ; office with eyes enthusiastic.
; ; God, she was cute.
; ; Jessica had to smile despite herself. "What would that be?"
; ; "Our Professor Benjamin is running an encrypted partition on his hard drive." ; She crossed her arms and gave a "hmm, isn't THAT interesting" arched-brow nod ; and smile.
; ; "Joyce, don't waste any more time with that."
; ; "Greg says he knows the product that the professor is using, and that ; particular version actually has a flaw in the algorithm implementation -- ; apparently that's easy to do -- that makes it breakable. He started some ; software and ran it through the weekend to crack it. He expects it to finish ; any time now."
; ; "It's just a lovers' tiff."
; ; "What?"
; ; "Tanya and Hank -- it's nothing but a lovers' tiff. I caught them kissing in ; the stairwell -- quite a lip lock, really. My bet is they had a fight, and she ; cooked up the story to get him in trouble, then they made up."
; ; Joyce shrugged. "If she no longer has a complaint, I guess we drop it. Greg ; will probably continue with what he's doing. From what he said, I don't think ; Professor Benjamin is supposed to be running encrypted partitions."
; ; "Whatever. I'm done with it." She was still feeling a little sick about ; standing up for a girl that turned right around and swapped spit with "the ; enemy".
; ; "Also, I got you something," Joyce beamed suddenly.
; ; Uh-oh. "What is it?" Jessica smiled back suspiciously.
; ; Joyce brought up a paper bag, gave a half-smiling-half-surprised look, paused ; a moment for suspense, then pulled out a stuffed furball that look a casualty ; from a crayola explosion.
; ; "What ... is it?" Jessica made a face.
; ; "It's Fun-Spun-Shine Bear! I got him for you!"
; ; "Why ... would you do such a thing?"
; ; "Because Halloween is coming up and I know you won't celebrate. You always say ; such dour, gloomy things like there's not enough joy in your life. Mr ; Fun-Spun-Shine," she held the multicolored attack bear of fun at Jessica, "is here ; to help bring you joy!"
; ; "Oh ... my ... God."
; ; "Aww, isn't he cute?" Joyce fluffed the fur under each side of Mr Fun-Spun-Shine's ; chin.
; ; "And you have a PhD in psychology."
; ; "Doesn't mean I gotta be dour. You either."
; ; "Well," Jessica reached for the glee-stuffed hellbeast, "thank you."
; ; "You're welcome. It's not like you have to marry him or anything. He'll just ; help remind you that you have friends that care about you."
; ; "Well ... seriously, thank you, Joyce."
; ; "You're welcome."
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; ; "She's teaching a class right now," Jessica called as she saw Greg walk past ; her door toward Joyce's office.
; ; "I was just going to drop this off," Greg held up a piece of paper as he ; stepped back into her doorway.
; ; Jessica arched one eyebrow. "That wouldn't be a password, would it?"
; ; "Actually, yeah," he grinned. "It just so happens that I had read an article ; on the web that the company had an error in the implementation of the ; cryptographic algorithm in that version of the software that Professor ; Benjamin is using. He doesn't keep up with such things like I do, so he was ; still running the flawed version. I did some searching and found some code to ; exploit the flaw, modified it for our configuration here, ran it, and," he ; held up the piece of paper.
; ; Jessica looked at him. She could tell that somewhere in all those syllables ; geeks use to impress each other, he was trying to brag on himself.
; ; Greg shrugged. "Pretty impressive if I must say so. We're just lucky I had read ; that article."
; ; "Pretty impressive," Jessica nodded her head.
; ; "You think?" he grinned, pleased.
; ; "I understood none of what you just said -- frankly, it's stretching to still ; call geek-speak 'English' -- but Joyce has frequently mentioned your prowess ; with computers. She's quite proud of you."
; ; "Joyce is wonderful. Noone understands people better than her."
; ; "May I see?"
; ; "The password? Sure. Here." He handed her the paper. "Joyce says this all ; started because some student came to you complaining about a football player?"
; ; "Organism?!" Jessica looked up from the piece of paper. "The biology ; professor's password is 'organism'?!"
; ; "I know: lame. That's why I was able to crack it so quickly," Greg grinned. "I ; started off with a dictionary attack, which is a lot more efficient than an ; exhaustive search through the whole password namespace, and I figured that ; someone in the biology department might just be unsophisticated enough to--"
; ; "Whoa, tiger," Jessica held up her hand, "I don't need to know how you made ; the kill, just that you made it. Can I just open the file and type in this ; password?"
; ; "Well, you'll need to have the client software installed first."
; ; "And how do I go about doing that?"
; ; Greg walked her through connecting to his computer on the LAN, downloading the ; application, installing it, then connecting to Professor Benjamin's partition ; and opening it.
; ; "Have you looked through it yet? Anything suspicious?" Jessica asked.
; ; "I didn't have time. I wanted to bring the password over, then I have to run. ; A bunch of us are getting together to jam tonight, and the guys can't hit ; their groove without their bassist."
; ; That must be from some book he'd read, How to Pick Up Women: play a musical ; Instrument. Just not the accordion. "Hip cats, all of you?"
; ; "You should come down and hear us sometime."
; ; "Perhaps another time."
; ; "Just let me know when."
; ; "Well, anyway, thank you, Greg. I'll give this to Joyce, and we'll check out ; this student's story."
; ; "That's Joyce," he nodded, "I think she has the biggest heart in the world. ; And the people around her just seem to sense that and come to her, so that she ; can help them."
; ; "Pedastalizing, are we?"
; ; "Hmm?"
; ; "Nothing. I'll give this to her."
; ; "Thanks. And any time you want to come listen to us jam, you just let me ; know."
; ; "I will. thanks."
; ; After he left, Jessica poked around on Professor Benjamin's now-exposed ; partition a little bit, to see what merited an encrypted disk or partition or ; whatever the technospeak for it was.
; ; In one folder, he had a bunch of files listed with women's names. As she idly ; scanned down through the list, she saw ...
; ; vail_joyce_1?!
; ; She double-clicked the file and ...
; ; Ohgod!
; ; There was Joyce standing full frontal.
; ; Naked! Eyes unfocused, staring passively ahead.
; ; In vail_joyce_2, she stood in naked profile!
; ; Then with legs spread and hands clasped behind her head in vail_joyce_3! ; Then on all fours, bare ass in the air! Then bent forward, offering her boobs ; up to the viewer, her pretty feline eyes looking so ... sweetly passive and ; submissive!
; ; Breath trembling, Jessica reached up to cup her own breast through her blouse ; and pinched the nipple.
; ; That sweet girl, so ... submissive!
; ; There was no mad hypnotist, but there sure as HELL was one lucky photographer ; to be taking pictures of all these repressed women expressing their shadow ; sides!
; ; Jessica had never suspected Joyce had such a shadow side to express!
; ; God, she was cute!
; ; Even more so naked.
; ; Jessica left those pictures open and hunted around on Professor Benjamin's ; drive a little more, coming across a file, "koning_tanya_vail_joyce.mpg".
; ; It couldn't be.
; ; It could not possibly be what THAT suggested.
; ; Excited, Jessica double-clicked it. A window opened, first on darkness, which ; faded to a small video.
; ; It opened on a small office, not Joyce's, though Joyce was seated at the desk ; there. After a knock, Tanya stepped in. "Hi, Professor Vail. Thanks for ; seeing me."
; ; "That's quite all right, Tanya. What's up?"
; ; Tanya sat in the chair next to Joyce's desk and handed her several sheets that ; she was carrying. "I wanted to show you these."
; ; Joyce looked at the sheets, and her eyes registered surprise. "Tanya, these ; are pictures of you. Naked!"
; ; "Yes, they are, aren't they?" she smiled. "I was busy fantasizing that I had ; no control over myself when I took those, that I was just somebody's sex ; puppet to get bent over and stuffed as they please. God, that made me hot!" ; She fanned herself and shivered. "I can't tell you how many times I've ; masturbated thinking about that."
; ; Jessica nodded her head. She had known that the girl had been trying to pull a ; story about not remembering taking them.
; ; "Do they turn YOU on? Do you find me hot, Professor Vail?" Tanya asked in the ; video.
; ; "I, ehr-- I mean ... you're attractive, certainly, Tanya. But I don't-- I'm ; not interested in--"
; ; "What DOES turn you on, Professor Vail?" Tanya stood and walked around ; behind Joyce.
; ; "Uh, well, that's not really an appropriate, uh ... topic for--"
; ; Tanya laid her hands on Joyce's shoulders and started to massage them. At ; first Joyce's shoulders bunched up, but then she shivered a little. "I, uh ... ; I don't think this is really appropriate, uh ... Tanya." Joyce pushed her ; glasses back up her nose with her index finger.
; ; "Oh, shut up, bitch," Tanya giggled and moved her hand around to lightly ; stroke the underside of Joyce's chin.
; ; Joyce ... sat there and let her.
; ; "Do I hear you ... purring, Professor Vail?" Tanya leaned toward Joyce's ear ; and whispered as she continued to stroke and lightly scratch Joyce's throat.
; ; "Tanya, this is-- we shouldn't be--"
; ; "Oh, shut up, bitch," Tanya giggled and dropped her hand to Joyce's ; blouse-covered breast.
; ; "Uh, Tanya," Joyce nervously pushed her glasses back up her nose again while ; she let herself be felt up by the girl, "I don't ... I don't like girls. I ... ; I like boys."
; ; "Oh, of course you like women. There's a little bit of lesbian inside all of ; us," Tanya brought the other hand up to cup the other breast from behind. "You ; reek of it. You want to be with a woman so bad you're ready to pop. You just ; need to ... let yourself." Then she leaned in and began nibbling at Joyce's ; neck.
; ; Joyce gasped, did a couple ohgods, gasped again, then turned around and pressed ; her lips to Tanya's.
; ; "That's my bitch," Tanya sighed when they broke the kiss.
; ; "Be ... be gentle with me," Joyce sighed, a pleading look in her eyes. She was ; still seated, and she brought her hands up toward the younger woman's breasts. ; "May ... may I?"
; ; Tanya rolled her eyes at Joyce's "properness" and chuckled. "You may."
; ; Joyce's hands flowed over Tanya's breasts and danced around there a minute or ; two. Then she lowered her hands to cup Tanya's ass and leaned forward to hug her ; like that, pressing the side of her face against the front of Tanya's pelvis.
; ; "I know where you want to go," Tanya smiled and nodded, then lifted her short ; skirt.
; ; Trembling, Joyce pressed her face back to her pelvis, then pulled those wet ; panties aside, stuck her tongue out and ....
; ; The video ended.
; ; God!
; ; Jessica's office had a view of the courtyard outside the building. More ; relevantly, the courtyard outside the building had a view of Jessica's office ; through her windows. So her office was a very awkward place to do what she ; needed to do.
; ; She strode down the hall to the bathroom instead, went into a stall and sank ; her fingers into herself for a few minutes with incredible hot thoughts.
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; ; A half hour later, with the edge taken off her excitement by a number of ; orgasms, Jessica headed back to her office.
; ; She had masturbated to fantasies about Joyce a few times in the past, but she ; had ... never ... suspected that Joyce was really interested in women.
; ; That was just so ... (Jessica shivered) ... exciting!
; ; Joyce Vail had ... lesbian thoughts. Jessica shook her head. And Tanya had ; brought them out.
; ; Jessica just kept turning this new discovery over and over in her head as she ; walked back to her office.
; ; That cute little kitten ... liked to play with girls!
; ; "Hi, Jessica," Joyce walked rapidly toward her, her purse slung over her left ; shoulder, a stack of books held in front of her with both hands, a soft brown ; leather briefcase dangling from her right hand, her glasses slipped down at ; the tip of her nose, and one unruly tress of hair hanging down in front of an ; eye like a piece of string to tease the kitty into playing. "Can't stop, or ; everything will go," she brisked past and into her office.
; ; There was a small crash.
; ; When Jessica stepped in, Joyce had managed to drop everything onto her desk ; instead of the floor, and she was grinning. "Remind me not to carry so much ; next time."
; ; Jessica grinned back. "Every afternoon you come through here looking like a ; perpetually toppling heap of academia, and every day after it all tumbles down ; perfectly onto your desktop, you say that same thing."
; ; Joyce grinned and pushed her glasses back up her nose. "Well, one of these ; days, I'm just going to learn to only carry what I can handle." She pushed the ; unruly strands of hair back in place and tucked them in with the rest of her ; hair. "Same thing goes for my schedule." She looked at her watch. "I have an ; hour to go pick up some peppers and garlic from the grocery mart so I can ; start dinner before Greg comes over."
; ; "Ooh," Jessica snapped her fingers. "I need to pick up some olives."
; ; "Would you like to come with? I can drop you back off here. Or you're welcome ; to have dinner with Greg and me."
; ; "Okay," Jessica nodded with a smile. "That would be great. Maybe we can cook ; something together in the kitchen, you and I."
; ; "No, silly," Joyce grabbed her keys with the large plastic emerald-green ; keychain that kept her from mislaying them, "you're the guest. You get to sit ; and eat. And get to know Greg. I'm the hostess. I get to cook."
; ; On the ride to the food mart, Jessica began to suspect Joyce's ulterior ; motives -- the girl rattled on and on about the heroic exploits of Greg, and ; what Jessica had seen of Joyce's brother ... he was supporting actor at best, ; not leading man material.
; ; In fact, Joyce was so enthusiastic praising her brother that she prattled ; right through the green left turn signal to go in to the food mart parking ; lot. No cars were behind her, so no impatient horns brought her out of her ; spiel. When she looked at the light, it was red again. "That's been red a long ; time, hasn't it? O Stoplight, why hast thou forsaken me?" she giggled.
; ; It turned green again, and she made the turn this time.
; ; They got the food and drove to Joyce's apartment, which was in the same ; complex as Jessica's. The apartments were conveniently located for many of the ; professors on campus without having excessive rent, so they had a high ; professorial content.
; ; Joyce's apartment looked like her. There were two piles of clothes on the ; floor in the corner, and a comforter piled on one side of the sofa in front of ; the TV.
; ; "That's Blankie," Joyce giggled when she saw Jessica studying the sofa.
; ; "Blankie?" Jessica raised an eyebrow as she turned around to look at her.
; ; "Every so often, I feel like a good cry, so I pop in one of my favorite tapes, ; curl up with Blankie, and ... window-wash my eyeballs." She giggled. "You ; should have seen the pile of tissues I woke up with around me this morning. I ; could have made them into a pillow. Except ... that would be disgusting." ; Lop-sided grin.
; ; Smiling, Jessica followed her hostess into the kitchen. "If you're going to ; cook dinner, at least I can fix the salad."
; ; "Oh, you don't have to."
; ; "I know. But I would like to. Who knows -- maybe you'll find it so delicious ; that you'll fall under my spell."
; ; Joyce gave a little laugh, and they both started cooking.
; ; Joyce rambled on about her brother until Jessica laid her hands on Joyce's ; hips, nominally to move her out of the way to get to the pepper, and Joyce ; stiffened.
; ; "I'm just getting the pepper," Jessica smiled, though she let her hands linger ; there.
; ; Joyce took a step to the right, out of the way.
; ; After a minute, Joyce was back in full roll, trying to sell her brother. ; Jessica laid her hands on each side of Joyce's abdomen, and, again, the other ; woman stiffened.
; ; "You're okay," Jessica said gently, "I'm just getting around you to get a ; large spoon to toss the salad."
; ; "Jessica ... if you need me to move out of the way, you can just ask me."
; ; "Oh, hush up, bitch," Jessica smiled as she reached for the spoon. Joyce had a ; surprised look on her face, so Jessica reached up to lightly tap her nose. "I ; don't mind."
; ; Joyce didn't quite get back on track about her brother's fine points after ; that. In fact, she seemed to become quite quietly fascinated with the food she ; was preparing.
; ; Jessica finished up the salads and put them in the refrigerator, then leaned ; back against the island to chat. "Did you ever experiment much at university, ; Joyce?"
; ; "Experiment?" Joyce broke her sudden fascination with the food. "How do you ; mean?"
; ; "Oh, you know. Try new things. See what different lifestyles are like. That ; kind of thing."
; ; "I was ... pretty shy back in college" The pasta became very fascinating for ; her again.
; ; Jessica leaned forward and spoke softly right behind her ear. "Oh, didn't you ; ever ... try things. Like our friend Tanya?"
; ; Joyce turned around and tried to step back, but her hips met the counter. ; "Jessica, we should--"
; ; "Oh, hush up, bitch," Jessica leaned in and pressed her lips to Joyce's.
; ; "Jessica!" Joyce jerked her head back , then slid to the side and away. "I ; don't know where you got that idea, but I'm not like that!"
; ; "Oh, come on," Jessica stepped forward, smiling. "I saw that video you and ; Tanya made."
; ; "Who?"
; ; "Tanya Koning."
; ; "What are you talking about? Tanya's having a problem with Hank."
; ; "And you were helping her to solve that. And she was," Jessica stepped closer, ; smiling, "helping you, with your loneliness. And I would like to as well. Help ; you. To not be lonely."
; ; "Okay," Joyce hurried around to the other side of the island. "I can see that ; there's been some kind of misunderstanding here."
; ; "Okay," Jessica shrugged. "It's okay. If you don't find me attractive, I-- ; look, let's just forget about it. I'm sorry."
; ; "But whatever made you think that I was ...."
; ; "Gay? I saw the video, Joyce. You were ... quite intimate ... with Tanya."
; ; "What video?!"
; ; "The one where she showed you her naked pictures."
; ; "Again: what video? You said she showed YOU her naked pictures."
; ; "The video of you and her in your office. I mean, I would have avoided doing ; that with a student if I were you, but ...."
; ; Joyce was frowning, shaking her head.
; ; "Joyce -- she touched you. You kissed her. Down there."
; ; "I--" Joyce shook her head. "I never did any such thing."
; ; "Joyce, I saw you, with my own eyes."
; ; "No, I don't know what type of game you're trying to play, but I won't have--"
; ; "Why, you repressed, denying little bitch! If you're not interested in me, ; that's one thing. But after what I saw you do, don't try to tell me that you ; don't at least swing both--"
; ; "Jessica, I'm 35. With a PhD in psychology! Don't you think I would know if I ; had lesbian tendencies?!"
; ; "Are you going to stand there and try to deny--"
; ; "Yes! You're accusing me of doing SOMEthing with a student?! I never did any ; such--"
; ; "Fine! If you don't have the courage to-- if you want to just sit in your ; repressed little--" Jessica stammered as she walked toward the door, then out.
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; ; It was a miserable night for Jessica to try to get to sleep -- her mind kept ; going back over what happened tonight. She knew she was feeling more shame ; than she ought to, but ....
; ; She woke up early the next morning and walked to her office since she had left ; her car there. She hoped to catch Joyce when she came in and apologize to her. ; She had just mistaken the signals that Joyce was giving off. Of course, that ; was easy to do when one of the signals was that video of her and Tanya.
; ; By 9:45, Joyce still had not come in, and Jessica had to go teach a class.
; ; When Jessica got back, Joyce had been in to unlock her office, but wasn't ; there. Jessica hung around and ate her lunch at her desk so that she could ; catch her.
; ; At 12:45, she still hadn't seen Joyce, and she had to go teach another class.
; ; When she got back, Joyce was in her office. Jessica dropped her notes off in ; her own office, took a deep breath to prepare, then stepped over to Joyce's ; doorway. "Joyce?"
; ; "I ... can't talk to you yet, Jessica. I'm still too mad."
; ; "Joyce, it was just an honest mistake. I'm sorry. Now that I know you're not ; interested, I won't push you."
; ; "It's not the mistake, Jessica. It's the-- I thought we were friends. I ; thought you respected me. But you called me a bitch last night. Twice. Is that ; your idea of foreplay or something?!"
; ; "I just--" It had seemed to turn her on when Tanya called her that in the ; video. "I'm sorry."
; ; "And you called me a liar. When I said that I am not interested in women, ; don't argue with me. *I* thought you and Greg might hit it off, not you and ... ; me. When I say no, I mean no."
; ; "I know. I'm sorry."
; ; "Then why did you keep TOUCHING me last night? After I told you to stop?"
; ; "Joyce," Jessica spread her hands, "I said I was sorry."
; ; "And I still can't believe that you-- I'm still too mad at you."
; ; And this was about at the limit of what Jessica was willing to put up with ; too. "Well, maybe tomorrow, then."
; ; "Maybe."
; ; Jessica stepped back over to her office feeling a little angry herself now. It ; was an honest mistake, and she had apologized for it. There was no need to ; keep carrying on like this.
; ; When Joyce left at the end of the day, she didn't poke her head in to Jessica's ; office to say good night like she usually did.
; ; Fifteen minutes later, tired, disappointed in her friend, Jessica headed home ; too.
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; ; Jessica did her laundry on Tuesday nights because noone else did. She usually ; took a good novel with her down to the basement and got an hour or two of ; quiet reading done while her wardrobe got refreshed for the next week.
; ; Tonight, there was a squeaking noise coming from the laundry room as she ; carried her clothes basket down the stairs.
; ; Wondering if someone was running a washer or dryer too heavily loaded, she ; stepped and looked to see what was--
; ; Ohgod.
; ; Some naked guy had some naked woman bent over the front of a dryer facing away ; from Jessica. The squeaks were coming from the woman's throat as she got ; pumped.
; ; Jessica watched the man's bare shoulders as he brought his right hand back, ; then whacked the woman on the side of her ass. "Who's your Daddy, bitch?"
; ; "Ohgod, you are, Hank!" the woman moaned, grinding her pelvis back against his ; pecker. "You're my Daddy!"
; ; Hank?!
; ; He started grunting and she started squealing as his hips began their sexual ; rhythm again.
; ; It ... WAS!
; ; "Hank?! Hank Rollins?!" Jessica gasped.
; ; "Hey, Prof!" the naked young man turned his head and grinned without missing a ; beat in his ... other engagement. "How ya doin', Professor Sucrerie?"
; ; "God, Hank! What are you-- ?!" Was the boy insane?! Just ... having sex right ; out in public like this?!
; ; "Hey, baby," Hank turned back to his bitch and reached his right hand around ; to steady her pelvis so he could continue to rut her as he rotated her around. ; "Say hi to Professor Sugar, baby." Grin.
; ; "Hi, Jessica," the bitch gave a little wave, her hips arched back to receive ; the stroking of Hank's prick.
; ; Jessica's eyes widened hugely. "Joyce?!"
; ; "Tell me how much you love this, baby," Hank asked Joyce while he stared at ; Jessica and drove his erection in and out of the other professor.
; ; "Ohgod," Joyce gasped. "It feels soooo sweet to have your cock in me, Hank!" ; She giggled. "And out. And in. And out. And in."
; ; Jessica watched her friend let her tits be handled and squeezed by the asshole ; football player as he bent her over the dryer again, watched his hard penis ; glisten as it slid in and out of her, listened to Joyce's moans beg and ; squeak.
; ; Finally, both their gasps got louder, then Hank clenched and Joyce wailed.
; ; They both sagged back down and laid propped over the side of the dryer, him on ; top of her.
; ; Jessica just ... gaped.
; ; "Did you cum, bitch?" he asked after a minute.
; ; "Almost, baby. I just-- I just like it when YOU cum! God, between your juices ; and mine, my pussy's a mess!" Giggle.
; ; "I don't ... understand ... you," Jessica mumbled to Joyce as Hank disengaged from ; Joyce's pelvis and dug through a laundry bag.
; ; "I just ... I don't know ... (giggle) ... Hank can just make a girl really ; really wet!"
; ; Hank dug a leather collar and chain leash out of the laundry bag, then stood ; and turned to face Jessica, another erection already setting in at his loins.
; ; "Like what you see, Prof?" he chuckled when he noticed where Jessica's eyes ; had landed.
; ; She immediately flicked them from that area of his body.
; ; Joyce bared her neck for him to fasten the collar around it, then he led her ; around to the front of Jessica with the chain leash.
; ; "I heard you two had a little lover's tiff last night," Hank said as he stood ; in front of Jessica, cock fully at attention now. "And I hate to see a ; daddyless bitch, Professor Sucrerie. So here," he handed her the chain attached ; to Joyce's collar. "Borrow my slut."
; ; "I ...."
; ; "I haven't seen your breasts, Jessica," Joyce smiled as Hank retrieved a towel ; and a blanket from a clothes heap. "You're seeing mine, now," She traced her ; fingernails over hers, "but I've not seen YOURS!"
; ; Hank draped the blanket over Joyce's shoulders.
; ; "Oh, thank you, Daddy. But Jessica's going to play with me now. Right? 'Cause ; you think I'm cute, don't you, Jess?"
; ; Hank wrapped the towel around his waist, though Jessica saw the dark red bulb ; where his penis head poked out over the top. Hank leaned forward and grinned ; "I think the little fella likes you too, Prof."
; ; Jessica jerked her eyes up to his grinning face.
; ; "Just drop her off at her apartment after you're done using her." Then he ; strode off, leaving Jessica holding Joyce's leash.
; ; Joyce's hands came up to touch Jessica's breasts through her blouse. "Take me ; home," she smiled, "Take me home, and PLAY with me!"
; ; Jessica stood there, chewing her lip. What could-- how could-- what was she ; to--
; ; "Or we can play right here," Joyce smiled as she dropped to her knees and ; pressed her face to the front of Jessica's shorts.
; ; "Up, up," Jessica whispered and tugged Joyce up by her leash.
; ; "Are we gonna play?" she asked, her eyes bright. "Let me make you feel good!"
; ; God, she was hot!
; ; "Let's go to your apartment!" Joyce enthused
; ; Well, Jessica guessed she had to get the naked girl out of the public laundry ; room, didn't she?
; ; She carried her clothes basket back up while she led the Blankie-covered Joyce ; along by her leash. Thank goodness they met noone in the hallways.
; ; Once they got to her apartment, Joyce shrugged off the Blankie before Jessica ; could do anything with her.
; ; Then ... Joyce was just so ... insistent.
; ; Until Jessica finally ... well ... let Joyce pleasure her.
; ; Joyce turned out to be ... extraordinarily good at pleasure.
; ; At some point, when Jessica was on her knees and forearms, ass hiked up, and ; Joyce had Jessica's ass cheeks pulled apart, licking her crack while her ; fingers did marvelous things at Jessica's clit, well ... Jessica wasn't sure, ; but she may even have passed out a few moments.
; ; At 3:00 in the morning, as Jessica laid there, exhausted, on a bed made out of ; the feathers of orgasm, Joyce planted a tongue-kiss full on her lips. "Thank ; you, Jessica," she breathed. "Thank you ... SO much."
; ; Then she stood, padded to her Blankie and left.
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; ; Like waking up with a contented cat purring beside you, Jessica heard the hum ; of echoes from last night's love-making, smiled, and reached with her mind to ; lightly stroke those pleasant memories.
; ; God, who knew?
; ; Who knew that Joyce liked girls?
; ; Who knew that she was so freaking hot in bed. The things that girl's tongue ; could do ....
; ; Two days ago, Jessica had just thought that Joyce was cute and intriguing.
; ; Now ... wow!
; ; Who knew?
; ; Jessica sat up in bed, the contented look unremovable from her face.
; ; She knew, now, about Joyce. Ohgod, yes, she knew!
; ; The world was a little brighter, had a little more color in it, as she went to ; her office.
; ; Jessica was taking a bathroom break when Joyce arrived, and she came back to ; see that Joyce's door had been unlocked. The office was empty, so Jessica ; poked her head into the break room and saw Joyce getting coffee in the ; otherwise empty room. Jessica stepped up behind, wrapped her arms around her ; abdomen and purred, "Good morning, lover."
; ; "Whuh-- Jessica?! No! No! No! What are-- Ow! Ow! Ow!"
; ; "What's the matter?" Jessica stepped back from her as she felt Joyce trying to ; pat at her own knee.
; ; "Ow! You caused me to spill coffee on my knee, Jessica!"
; ; "Want me to--"
; ; "And what are you doing?! We talked about this already! And I'm still mad at ; you!"
; ; "No, you're not," Jessica shook her head softly with a smile.
; ; "You just don't go grabbing people! I'm not a lesbian! And I certainly don't ; care to become one!"
; ; "Sure could have fooled me last--"
; ; "TRUST me! I am NOT! Now go trolling someplace else!" She marched out of the ; break room and back to her office.
; ; Perplexed, Jessica followed her.
; ; "Doing a little denial, are we?" she laid it out on the table, so to speak, ; from Joyce's doorway.
; ; Joyce stared at her, shook her head, then told her, "I don't want to speak to ; you right now."
; ; "What type of game are you playing, Joyce?!"
; ; "Me?! What type of game are YOU playing, Jessica? I told you I am just not ; interested!"
; ; "But-- what about-- ?"
; ; Joyce's phone rang, and she answered it, then lightly rolled her eyes and ; handed the receiver to Jessica. "It's for you."
; ; Who would call her in Joyce's office? "Hello?"
; ; "Hey, Prof." It was Hank Rollins. "Don't hang up. I'm just betting that after ; a truly orgasmic time last night, Joyce is giving you the brush off today. Am ; I right?"
; ; "I-- well, yes."
; ; "Yeah, she does the same thing to me. She has this denial thing going -- just ; refuses to own up to the things she does, pretends like they never happened. ; That is, until the next time she gets riled up and wants to use you. And she ; will -- use you, trust me. But then she'll turn everything around again and ; deny it all over again after that. There's a psychological term for that, ; isn't there?"
; ; Jessica watched Joyce unpacking her books and going through some papers. ; "Yes."
; ; "You know what helps me get through it when she treats me like that?"
; ; Joyce was -- the little bitch WAS going to just pretend like last night never ; happened. "What's that?"
; ; "I sit back and wonder, how much of my sperm is still swishing around in that ; pretty little womb of hers?"
; ; Jessica watched her friend. Joyce could deny it all she wanted to, but Jessica ; had seen Hank ejaculate into her; and if you were to take a sample from Joyce ; right now, it WOULD test positive for sperm.
; ; "And I'll bet she had her fingers up your pussy last night, Prof. You tell me ; if I'm wrong about that."
; ; Jessica said nothing as she watched Joyce mark a paper with comments in red ; pen, then chew on one fingernail as she read the next paragraph.
; ; "Where's she got those fingers now? Hmm?"
; ; In her mouth. She was still subconsciously licking Jessica's juices off her ; own fingers as she graded the papers.
; ; "I'll bet she's got one stuck in her mouth now as she ponders something. I'm ; right, aren't I? Deny it though she may, she still subconsciously craves the ; taste of your pussy juice, Prof."
; ; "Yeah ... yeah, you're right. I mean, about her finger in her mouth."
; ; Hank chuckled. "I sure can sympathize with you, Professor. Sometimes she ; almost acts like a guy, dicking with you and then pretending she's too good to ; have ever bedded you.
; ; "Anyway," he sighed, "I just wanted to let you know that you're not alone. ; She's treated all of us like this at one time or another."
; ; Wait. "'All of us'?"
; ; "It's some deep psychological need of hers to be a slut or something. Talk to ; you later, Professor."
; ; He hung up.
; ; Perplexed, Jessica gave the phone back to Joyce.
; ; "Who was it?" she asked pointedly.
; ; "Just someone trying to reach me."
; ; Joyce's lip quirked. "Well, tell them not to call you here anymore. I'm not ; your secretary."
; ; Jessica watched Joyce make a show of going back to grading papers like Jessica ; was dismissed.
; ; "No. You're not my friend, either," she muttered, then turned her back and ; stepped to her own office.
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; ; Jessica hated this. Why did so many people let their petty emotions subvert ; the things they did?
; ; After a dinner alone, she had made herself some tea and walked in to her den ; to curl up in her big chair. She was wearing her robe and slippers, and ; allowing herself to feel a little bit put upon by life.
; ; People like Joyce just weren't happy unless they were in a snit of some kind. ; They were costly to the people around them, drains on the energy of those that ; cared about them.
; ; But why did such people always turn out to be so cute?
; ; Well, cute or not, Jessica wasn't going to let herself get drawn into ; something like this again. She'd make up with Joyce so they could be civil ; workmates -- that was the only way things could be tolerable with adjacent ; offices -- but she wasn't going to get suckered in to becoming involved with ; Joyce again.
; ; No matter what.
; ; The girl needed help. THAT much denial could only be unhealthy, no matter ; which way you turned it around.
; ; Still, though ... what a tongue that girl had. Jessica sighed.
; ; There was a knock at the door. After a moment, Jessica set down her tea and ; went to answer it.
; ; It was Hank and Joyce. "What did I tell you, Professor?" he shook his head. ; "As soon as she got that warm butteriness between her thighs again, she'd be ; crawling back to you." He laid the handle to Joyce's leash across the palm of ; Jessica's hand.
; ; "I'm so sorry I was such a bitch earlier, Jessica," Joyce stepped in to ; Jessica's shoulder intimately close and leaned her head in there next to her ; neck.
; ; "What is ... this?!"
; ; "I told you, Prof, she just gets like this. Can't do anything with her."
; ; "I just can't help it," Joyce whispered at Jessica's ear. "I can't help being ; a bitch, but then, later, I miss you so. Please forgive me, lover."
; ; "Joyce, this is just ... confusing."
; ; "Anyway, Professor," Hank waved, "you two lovebirds just enjoy each other." He ; pulled the front door shut as he left to give them some privacy.
; ; "Joyce," Jessica sighed, stepping back from her, "this is-- you can't-- you ; can't TREAT me like this ...."
; ; "Wait," Joyce held her index finger softly over Jessica's lips, "just give me ; ... two minutes ... to explain." She took the fingers of Jessica's hand and ; led her back to her big chair and set her in it. Then she knelt on the carpet ; at Jessica's feet, took Jessica's right calf in her hand, then began letting ; her fingernails very slowly trace up and down the pretty leg as she shyly ; talked.
; ; "Jessica, I'm just ... having a hard time admitting ... even to myself ... how ; attracted I am to you ... I just ... I mean, I've never had leanings this way ; before ... and it's very scary for me, these ... new feelings ... I never knew ; all this was inside me ... and ... I just ... need you to go slow with me ... ; to understand that ... I've never done this before ... it's all new to me, to ; ... feel the soft warmth of another woman's body, to ... feel her nails play ; across my tender flesh ...."
; ; Joyce's fingers had moved from Jessica's calf, up to her knee and lower thigh ; by this point. Jessica's breathing was becoming deeper.
; ; "I ... this is just ... new to me, and you're ... you're my teacher in this ; brave new adventure, Jessica .. I need you to be patient with me, to ... ; forgive me if I get nervous sometimes, to make ... allowances for me, because ; it ... scares me ... it scares me, Jessica, how much I care for you, not just ; as a friend, but ... I never thought I would be saying this to another woman ; ... but as my lover ...."
; ; Her fingernail tracings were mid-thigh now and caressing slowly higher.
; ; Jessica laid her hand over Joyce's and held it from moving any closer to her ; crotch. "Joyce," she breathed, "you can't ... you can't keep doing this to ; me."
; ; Joyce's fingers pulled out from under Jessica's, then slowly brushed past them ; on their way up the rest of the thigh. "I'm trying to convince you that I'm ; ... worth keeping," she sighed softly, and her fingertips tickled inside ; Jessica's panties to lightly dance up the length of Jessica's lips and circle ; just around the button at the top.
; ; Jessica's lower belly swelled with lust, and she laid her head back, her ; breathing a little ragged. "You can't keep ... doing ... this to me, Joyce."
; ; "But the only thing ... I want to do ...," Jessica felt Joyce's lips and ; tongue licking their way up the top of her thigh now, "is to make you feel ... ; good ...."
; ; Jessica felt Joyce's fingertips trace around the upper back of her thighs to ; the sides of her hips.
; ; "Butt up," Joyce breathed from Jessica's crotch.
; ; Jessica raised her hips, and Joyce slid her panties down to her knees and ; lower, caressing one foot out of them.
; ; "Spread for me, lover," Joyce softly commanded.
; ; Whimpering a little, Jessica slid her butt forward and hooked her legs over ; the arms of the chair, her panties still dangling from one ankle. "Ohgod!" she ; moaned, feeling Joyce's tongue broadly stroking her, and she laid her hands on ; the back of Joyce's head.
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; ; At 4:00, Jessica felt the bed shake, and she rolled over in the dark. "Don't," ; she whispered.
; ; "Don't what?" Joyce whispered back from beside the bed.
; ; "Don't go."
; ; "Oh, lover," Jessica heard Joyce's voice near her ear, "I will be back to make ; you moan with pleasure yet again."
; ; "But ... if you go ... you'll turn into an asshole in the morning."
; ; Giggle. "Yes. Yes I will. I'm not ready for the world to know that I'm such a ; slut, that I'm your personal private slut, Jessica. So I'll be an asshole and ; pretend like this never happened tonight. But I'll be back here again tomorrow ; night to crawl into your bed and make you gasp and moan."
; ; That's unfair to me, Jessica thought. Joyce couldn't just keep using her like ; this.
; ; "Doesn't it make you feel good when I dance my tongue all around your ; asshole?"
; ; Good?! It made Jessica's eyes roll back up in her head, it felt so good.
; ; "Mmm, tell me, lover, doesn't it?"
; ; Jessica felt Joyce's hand softly on her hip, felt her fingertips slide in to ; teasingly touch said asshole.
; ; "Tell me," Joyce playfully sing-songed.
; ; "God, yeah!" Jessica breathed.
; ; "I'm worth keeping, aren't I, lover? Teacher? She that completes my being?"
; ; "Nnngh ... don't go ...."
; ; "You let me be an asshole during the day," Joyce ignored her, "and I'll make ; your asshole whimper when I crawl into your bed with you at night."
; ; Jessica felt the very tip of Joyce's finger slip just inside back there, and ; it almost made her want to cry to keep this lover in bed with her.
; ; "Mmmkay?"
; ; "... 'kay ...," Jessica breathed. She was ... going to touch herself the rest ; of the night, reminiscing about the ways Joyce had touched her earlier in the ; evening.
; ; She felt Joyce's fingertips slowly stroke down the length of her leg, and a ; minute later heard the apartment door open and close.
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; ; Jessica heard Joyce come up the hall and unlock her office door the next ; morning at work.
; ; She was ready for her to be an asshole. And she would ... tolerate it. Because ; Joyce was THAT sweet of an indulgence.
; ; "I feel awful," Joyce stood in her doorway suddenly, chewing her lip. "We ; shouldn't be fighting."
; ; "I agree," Jessica sighed. Maybe Joyce WASN'T going to be a shitheel today.
; ; "I don't know. Maybe I WAS sending off some sort of signal or something. I ; apologize if I was. I sure didn't mean to."
; ; Or maybe she WAS playing some sort of game still. "Uh, not a problem."
; ; "And YOU have to learn to take no for an answer," Joyce wagged her finger at ; her. "I have no desire to go down that path in life. I am perfectly content ; with boys."
; ; Jessica shrugged, playing along. "Okay. Sure."
; ; "That's understood?"
; ; "Understood."
; ; "Friends?"
; ; "Friends."
; ; Joyce stepped over and sat in the chair beside Jessica's desk. "You know," she ; smiled and shook her head, "I never did pick up that you were gay. How long ... ; have you been ... you know, interested in girls?"
; ; "I, uh ... it's not like I sat down and made a formal decision one day."
; ; Joyce giggled and lightly smacked her spread palm down on the edge of ; Jessica's desk, then mocked, "I will henceforth no longer like boys. Only ; women for me after this." Giggle. "I know. I just wondered if there were any ; events that triggered you to choose this lifestyle, or if you'd always been ; sort of ... and just gradually drifted here."
; ; "More, I guess, the latter."
; ; "And there I was, trying to set you up with my brother," she shook her head. ; "I apologize. I just ... didn't know."
; ; "It's okay. And it's not like I've written men off altogether." She paused, ; then smirked. "They have their uses. Like when you need a good pack animal."
; ; Joyce laughed with her.
; ; "I'm sorry too. I never mean tot push you to ... anything."
; ; "Don't worry about it." Joyce stood and smiled, "Don't do it anymore ... but ; don't worry about it. I'm glad we're talking again. I need to go teach my ; class now, but later I'd like to hear about some of your experiences."
; ; "Some of my lesbo adventures?" Jessica smiled.
; ; "Oh, I don't mean it like that. Just ... if you feel like sharing, I would be ; interested in listening."
; ; "Thanks, Joyce. I'm glad we're talking again too."
; ; "I need to run now," she pointed with her thumb over her shoulder, "but I'll ; talk to you later."
; ; "Bye."
; ; "Bye."
; ; So ... where the hell DID things stand between them now?!
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; ; Jessica looked up from her desk to see the pretty blonde student standing in ; her doorway, then took off her glasses and laid them on the desk. "Tanya."
; ; "Please, Professor Sucrerie, you've GOT to help me."
; ; "Come in." Jessica gestured at the chair by her desk and waited for Tanya to ; continue.
; ; "I--" she sighed and shook her head. "I think I'm still doing things. I think ; they're still hypnotizing me and making me do things."
; ; "Tanya, I told you before," Jessica sighed, "there's no such thing as ; hypnotism. If you're doing things, there is some reason, perhaps subconscious, ; that you want to do them."
; ; "No, they're doing SOMETHING to me!" she snapped, then calmed herself. ; "Professor Sucrerie, this ... isn't me. The things that I think I'm doing -- I ; would never do them."
; ; "Tanya, did you contact one of the therapists I gave you?"
; ; "I mean, I despise Hank Rollins, but ... there's this videotape of me, in ; heels and a frilly apron, using ... a feather duster -- and other things! -- ; on his erection! I don't REMEMBER that! Sometimes I don't remember ANYTHING I ; did the night before!"
; ; "Tanya. Did you contact one of the therapists?"
; ; "Sometimes in the mornings, I stretch and wake up feeling wonderful. And then ; realize that's because there's a VIBRATOR buzzing away inside me. But I never ; put it there! Or at least, I don't REMEMBER inserting it there. And besides, I ; never put toys up my butt. I just ... don't."
; ; "I mean, I don't ... use ... toys. But I wake up moaning while they ... ; vibrate away inside me now. That's not me! They've DONE something to me!"
; ; "Tanya. Therapists. Which one did you call?"
; ; Tanya just looked at her for a moment with a frustrated impatience that she ; wasn't "getting this." Then she shook her head. "None. None of them." She ; shrugged her shoulders and looked up expectantly at Jessica. "They were all ; men."
; ; "Tanya," Jessica sighed, "some of the problems you've described are ; potentially serious. When you find yourself having lapses, missing hours from ; your life--"
; ; "No, you don't understand. They're men. All the therapists on your list are ; men. Men are the ones controlling me. Whenever someone smirks when I walk by, ; like they secretly KNOW something about me that even I don't know about ; myself, or like they've secretly seen parts of you that they shouldn't, or ; like they've stuck something somewhere and made you whimper -- it's always a ; man that does that. They're making me--"
; ; "Tanya, calm down."
; ; "And there are the pictures!"
; ; "The pictures that you showed me?"
; ; "There are more!"
; ; "Of you ...," Jessica gestured to tease a little more information out of her, ; "doing things?"
; ; "Yes! They're making me DO things!"
; ; "Tanya, noone can take control of your mind. That's just part of a defense ; mechanism to shirk responsibility for your own actions. I want you to see one ; of these therapists. They can help you work out your problems so that you ; don't have to fabricate and distort reality in order to live with the things ; you've done."
; ; "You're NOT LISTENING! They're making me DO things! They're ... CONTROLLING ; me! They've hypnotized me and they can--" She snapped her fingers. "The ; pictures. Let me show you the new pictures, and you'll understand that I could ; never do these things." She stood and started walking out to get them.
; ; "Tanya, the pictures aren't necessary. I just want you to contact ...," ... ; one of those therapists. The girl had hurried off after pictures.
; ; After a minute, Jessica put her glasses back on and went back to grading ; papers until the girl returned.
; ; "Professor Sucrerie," Hank nodded, smirking, from her doorway, "I heard you ; and Joycie gave each other a gaspingly good time last night. I tell ya, our ; little Joycie sure can suck cock. And I'll just bet you have your own pet uses ; for that talented little tongue, hungh?"
; ; The boy was just offensive.
; ; "Don't answer that," he nodded with a knowing smile. "I know ya do. And I just ; know you want to spend some more 'quality time' with her again tonight. Of ; course you do. Am I right? Don't answer that. Just ... nod if you want me to ; drop her off again tonight." He looked at her expectantly.
; ; He was waiting for her to nod, that she wanted him to bring Joyce by on a ; leash. Of course ... that seemed to be the only way to get that girl to admit ; that she had a sexual interest in women.
; ; There was ANOTHER one that needed therapy: Joyce needed to reconcile her ; repressed lesbian desires with her conscious mind, so that they didn't erupt ; in these little sexual tantrums.
; ; Joyce's voice, laden with posed innocence, echoed in Jessica's mind, "Gosh, I ; never MEANT to give off signals like that."
; ; But if Joyce wanted to lay with a woman, she ought to admit those feelings, ; instead of playing these silly games. They weren't healthy. For either ; partner. As a matter of fact, Jessica ought to not put up with--
; ; "You!" a female voice hissed, bringing Jessica out of her train of thought.
; ; Tanya had returned with her dirty pictures.
; ; "Professor Sucrerie, this is one of the ones! He SMIRKS at me. And he-- and ; he--" she scowled at the smirk that just appeared on his face and smacked her ; hand on his shoulder blade.
; ; "Ms Koning! Stop that right now!" Jessica snapped at her.
; ; "But he--"
; ; "Do. Not. Hit. Him."
; ; "But he's one of the ones that makes me DO things!"
; ; "Sit down. And do not hit him."
; ; "You're taking HIS side?!"
; ; "I am taking noone's side."
; ; "But he's," Tanya dropped into the chair, "one of the ones that makes me do ; things -- THINGS -- and then smirks about it later."
; ; "Be seeing ya, Prof," Hank waved.
; ; "Hank!" Jessica called before he could walk away. She nodded once.
; ; A sly grin sprouted across his face. "You got it, Prof." He sauntered off.
; ; "What?! Are you COMMUNICATING with him?!" Tanya sputtered.
; ; "Tanya, there simply is no such thing as hypnosis. There is no such thing as ; mind control. Now I am going," she picked up the phone and began dialing, "to ; schedule you an initial consultation with Dr Hargreaves. You need--"
; ; "No!" she held up the prints she had gone to get. "Look! Look at the things ; I'm DOING! I-- they're MAKING me do these things!"
; ; Jessica held up her index finger to pause the girl while she spoke with the ; staff at Dr Hargreaves office. "You have an appointment for tomorrow morning," ; she said as she hung up the phone. "Dr Hargreaves is a wonderful therapist. He ; will help you work through your issues. Promise me that you'll go see him."
; ; Tanya just sat there, her knee jumping nervously.
; ; "Tanya?"
; ; "Yes! I'll go! You think this is all MY fault, don't you? You think that ... ; I'm ... the one doing these things. That I'm just a slut."
; ; "I think that you are a confused young woman, Tanya. But Dr Hargreaves can ; yelp you. You just need to stop clinging to the idea that someone is mind ; controlling you. It's immature and unhelpful. You can be stronger than that, ; Tanya -- I believe in you. Admit that you're the one responsible for your own ; actions and then try to discern what forces in your mind caused you to act out ; that way."
; ; "I ...."
; ; "Go see Dr Hargreaves in the morning."
; ; "I will."
; ; "Thank you."
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; ; Seven o'clock came and went with no Joyce on a leash.
; ; So did eight o'clock.
; ; And nine.
; ; Ten.
; ; Eleven.
; ; At midnight, Jessica gave up on getting her Joyce fix tonight, stood up out of ; the chair she had spent the evening in, washed her wine glass and headed back ; to bed.
; ; The little prick. He was probably keeping her all to himself tonight.
; ; Under the covers, she slipped her hand inside her panties and tried to pretend ; her middle finger was Joyce's wonderful tongue.
; ; It utterly was not the same.
; ; She went ahead and brought herself anyway, then rolled over and fell asleep.
; ; At 3:00, she slipped off the edge of a dream and landed awake and horny in ; bed.
; ; God ... what a ....
; ; What a dream!
; ; Her lower belly was still swollen with thrill, just from the echoes of it!
; ; God!
; ; And it wasn't even a woman, but a man that had gotten her libido so riled! Her ; hand slipped inside her panties, and it felt much more right this time!
; ; He had had no face to see -- it was hidden in shadow.
; ; But OH! What a cock!
; ; She had wanted *SO* bad to just let her fingers dance along the hard veiny ; length of it, to kiss it, to worship it.
; ; To do anything for it. Anything.
; ; But he wouldn't let her.
; ; He had-- he hadn't said anything, but ... she had somehow just known that he ; wanted her on her forearms and knees. So horny she could scream, she had sunk ; down to the ground before him, hiked her ass up. Wriggled it.
; ; His.
; ; For him to own.
; ; She was his, inside and out.
; ; God!
; ; So excited from the dream that she couldn't stand it, Jessica shed her ; nightgown and shimmied to the edge of the bed on her forearms and knees, ass ; hiked up, just like in the dream. Owned.
; ; By the faceless, nameless man.
; ; Whimpering, she wriggled her ass like she had in the dream.
; ; Take me, her mind pleaded! Take me and make me your bitch!
; ; She felt his hands on her ass. She didn't know who he was, just this unknown ; stranger.
; ; That was about to fuck her.
; ; Take her.
; ; The hands kneaded her ass cheeks, then one hauled off and slapped her.
; ; "Ohgod, Daddy, fuck me!" blurted out of her mouth. She didn't know where that ; had come from, but she wasn't really regretful that it came out.
; ; Maybe even a little wetter because of it.
; ; This was really happening! It wasn't a dream! The faceless man was getting ; ready to FUCK her!
; ; Her fingers at her clit were a wet blur, getting it ready for him.
; ; "Fuck meeeeee," she whined, wriggling her ass enticingly.
; ; He slapped her ass again.
; ; "Ohgod, yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass!"
; ; She felt that cock -- Ohgod! That COCK! -- ride up between her ass cheeks, ; heard the whimper and gasp from her mouth, like she were watching some dirty ; movie plotline instead of being the star in one.
; ; She felt it! At her asshole, the head, slicked by her own juices, lightly ; massaging her anus.
; ; She'd never had it like this, never up the ass before.
; ; She'd never NEEDED it like this.
; ; "God!" burst out of her, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
; ; She wailed as it sank into her, shivered as she came. She had no idea how she ; took it, all of it, up there, had always heard that this hurt.
; ; There was no hurt now as she clenched her fingers into the mattress, cumming ; like she'd never done before.
; ; "Oh, Daddy!" she pleaded. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
; ; A new sensation: she felt his prick pulse inside her, felt warmth flooding her ; lower belly, staining her, staining everything down there as his.
; ; She was his!
; ; The faceless, nameless man's.
; ; His bitch.
; ; And she was still cumming.
; ; His chuckle caressed her back lovingly as she finally shivered down off the ; orgasm, down, down, wriggling her ass to bring him the least few drops of ; pleasure, clenching her sphincter about his tool that had just ... well, just ; blown her mind.
; ; And sullied her rectum.
; ; "Thank you, Daddy," she half-breathed, half-gasped.
; ; He pulled out of her, and she sank over on her side, a used tissue, a ; cum-filled condom made of flesh, dirtied by the faceless, nameless man for his ; own pleasure and now to be discarded, her purpose served.
; ; With a chuckle, he slap-grabbed her asscheek, then squeezed and shook it a ; moment.
; ; "Thank you, Daddy ...," she sighed, complete. She was used. The faceless man ; had used her and ohgod she was happy now ....
; ; Happy ....
; ; Sated ....
; ; Complete ....
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; ; Jessica woke the next morning still with a feeling of contentment.
; ; Good God, what a dream! It was enough to make her abandon women and go back to ; men -- faceless, nameless men.
; ; When she got out of bed, her panties were still tangled around one ankle -- ; she'd gotten them that far off last night when she went through the motions of ; getting fucked by the faceless man, then came way too hard to give a damn ; about correcting her state of dress or undress.
; ; She had given her body to him, just one warm throbbingly wet hole for him to ; ejaculate into.
; ; She guessed it didn't sound quite so sexy when you said it that way in the ; light of day.
; ; It sure had her panting last night, though.
; ; She felt so dirty that she thought of douching -- she guessed it would be ; called an enema back there -- not because a fantasy, even one as vivid as this ; one, could actually leave sperm in her, but so she would feel a little more ; pure and sparkly. Halfway through that thought, however, the idea of running ; around so dirty and stained like this thrilled her so deliciously that ... ; well, fuck pure and sparkly.
; ; She dressed and headed into work. One of the students held the door open for ; her there with a faint smile on his face. "Good one, Prof," he commented, his ; smile turning into a smirk.
; ; Jessica walked away shaking her head. Students today were just getting less ; and less respectful of their professors -- symptomatic of the general decay of ; society, she suspected.
; ; Joyce wandered up the hall a little later, balancing her perpetually toppling ; stack of books and thermos in her hands and her glasses on the end of her ; nose. "G'mornin'," she blurted as she passed Jessica's door. A couple moments ; later, there was a huge crash.
; ; "Oh pooh," she squatted, grumbling as Jessica hurried out of her office to make ; sure she was okay.
; ; "What-- ?!" Books were everywhere.
; ; "Oh, the books got into it," Joyce shrugged. "Skinner was unbalanced, perched ; on top of Reinhold's head, and then Freud jumped out of the middle of the ; stack, the little coward." She held up the three guilty books, each volume ; about one of the three men she'd mentioned.
; ; "But you're okay?"
; ; "I'm fine. No thanks to Freud."
; ; Jessica stepped to her and knelt too. "Let me help you."
; ; They both began gathering up wayward books, during which Jessica had a clear ; view down Joyce's blouse, and ... the woman wore no bra.
; ; "Oh, Jessica, cut it out. I swear!"
; ; Jessica's eyes flicked from bust to brow. "What?"
; ; Joyce held the top of her collar together as she continued gathering books. ; "Stop trying to look down my blouse. I already told you: I am not interested ; in turning lesbian."
; ; "But I-- you--"
; ; "Can't you control your own libido?" she tsked.
; ; "But-- I just-- you--"
; ; "Look, we've been through this already, Jessica. We can still be friends if ; you're able to control yourself, but if you can't even keep your eyes ...."
; ; Jessica sighed. I've had your tongue up my ass, she thought, and it was a lot ; more attractive there than what it's doing now.
; ; "... do you think you can respect my wishes on that?"
; ; "Why, yes, of course," Jessica smiled. These games -- play pure and innocent ; during the day, and then turn slut at night -- were just silly, but Joyce was ; insisting on them.
; ; "Thank you." Joyce's eyes caught the clock on the wall. "Oops! I'm late for a ; meeting!" She hurried the stack of books into her office onto the corner of ; her desk, then rushed off.
; ; With a sigh of exasperation, Jessica took a quick bathroom break. As she was ; walking back to her office afterwards, a student -- some jock -- was coming ; in the other direction. "Nice ass, Prof," he said with a nod and a wink as he ; walked past.
; ; "Hey!" she spun around and snapped at him, "In my office now!"
; ; He turned around and sauntered one step toward her with a grin. "You gonna ; bare it for me?"
; ; "No, we're going to discuss respect. And determine if you get to continue ; attending this university."
; ; He held his hand with the wristwatch up and pointed to it with the other hand. ; "Aww, you know I'd like to Prof, but I ...," nod, "got class in a bit."
; ; "In my office. Now," she growled.
; ; He turned and started walking away.
; ; "What is your name?!" she yelled after him.
; ; He sauntered, ignoring her.
; ; That little asshole! How DARE he?! She made note of his features and stomped ; back to her office. She'd ... talk to Coach Jefferson later about him, she ; guessed. Students simply could not be allowed to get away with behavior like ; that.
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; ; Jessica was still in a bad mood when Greg Vail came by. He stuck a post-it ; note on Joyce's door, then stopped by Jessica's doorway. "Well, you missed a ; great jam session," he told her.
; ; It's sad, sometimes, how long people will try to interest another in ; themselves after it's been made quite clear that ... it'll never happen. "Did ; I?" she sighed.
; ; "We all seemed to be at the top of our form that night. And ... I don't want ; to say that my instrument is the biggest ... even though that's true," he ; chuckled at his own bass joke.
; ; She opened her mouth to tell him blunt-out that she just wasn't interested, ; but--
; ; But he continued on with another topic before she could, "Did you and Joyce ; find anything more out about that encrypted drive?"
; ; She'd forgotten about Professor Benjamin's secret drive. "Uhm, we're still ; looking into it."
; ; "Ah." There was a pause, and Jessica thought again of just telling him that he ; stood no chance with her, but he shrugged "Well ... good luck with it. See you ; later."
; ; "Bye."
; ; Jessica started the application that Greg had installed for her, connected to ; Professor Benjamin's drive and typed in the password. She figured to check if ; Tanya's new pictures were on there, or whether the girl was just making it all ; up. And, while she was there, she could ... see if anything had been added to ; the Joyce collection.
; ; There were indeed more pictures of Tanya -- so she hadn't been lying. These ; were even more explicit, with her actually holding erect penises in her hand.
; ; As Jessica scrolled to the vail_joyce, section, she--
; ; halted.
; ; Studied the screen.
; ; Disbelieved.
; ; sucrerie_jessica_1.jpg?!
; ; What the HELL?!
; ; She double-clicked it.
; ; There she was, standing nakedly at attention, staring dumbly off into space.
; ; Jesus Christ! What the HELL?! What was going on here?!
; ; She clicked on the second picture: stunned, naked profile!
; ; The third: legs shoulder-width, hands clasped behind head to present tit ; herself! Jessica Sucrerie! The psychology professor!
; ; She clicked through the entire series, each pose just like Tanya's and ; Joyce's, only ... of her!
; ; Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, what WAS this?! What was going ON?!
; ; Ohgod, no: sucrerie_jessica_assfuck.mpg.
; ; Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod. Stomach blanched and dead heavy, she double-clicked it.
; ; Darkness faded to her crawling around on her bed -- in her OWN BEDROOM?! -- ; naked, on her forearms and knees, shimmying to the edge of the bed, hiking her ; heinie up in the air and wriggling it with a whimper. Hands on her ass, male ; hands squeezing her buttocks. The camera moved around to film her from the ; front.
; ; It still hadn't shown the face of the man yet. Who was he?
; ; He was naked too, his penis jutting up.
; ; One of his hands hauled off and smacked her ass.
; ; Jessica's stomach churned as she watched that rush of pleasure splatter onto ; her face. "Ohgod, Daddy, fuck me!" the Jessica in the video blurted.
; ; No ..., Jessica shook her head. No, this was ... last night.
; ; This was her fantasy from last night! But it was just a fantasy! It wasn't ; real! It didn't really happen!
; ; She watched her face -- God, could she really get expressions like that on her ; face?! -- she watched herself beg to get fucked, ass wriggling, face pressed ; to the sheets. She watched the man in the video step up to her ass ... insert ; his ... up her .... Jessica wanted to claw at her sides, watching that ; embarrassing slut expression float around on her face. Jessica's stomach felt ; like it was trying to crawl out of her, to abandon the body of any woman that ; could be such an ass whore.
; ; As the man stroked her pitifully whimpering body, he--
; ; Ohgod, no, ohgod no, ohgod no ... please, no, don't let it be him. Not him.
; ; There ... was Hank Rollins' ugly face leering over her asscheeks as he pounded ; his prick in and out of her, in and out of her ass.
; ; While she whimpered and begged, just one huge craving to get ass-fucked.
; ; Ohgod, she'd given up that particular virginity to ....
; ; ... oh, PLEASE, don't let it be so ....
; ; Her stomach rolled as she watched Hank give a thumbs-up to the camera while he ; gave it to her up the ass, then he smacked her buttcheek possessively.
; ; Please, please, don't let it be so. Don't let her look so ... pathetically ; happy while ... HE ... reamed her ass, please--
; ; "Hi, Professor," a voice came from her doorway.
; ; Jessica literally shrieked and jumped in her chair.
; ; Tanya took two alarmed steps back from the professor's office.
; ; Jessica moved her mouse to close the pornographic -- and shameful -- video ; playing on her computer.
; ; "I-- I'll come back another time," Tanya continued backing up.
; ; "No!" Jessica called to her. "No, please, come in. We need to talk about ... a ; couple things, Tanya."
; ; "Are you sure? You seem--"
; ; "No, please. Come in."
; ; Tanya stepped back to Jessica's office and sat in the chair by her desk. "I ; went to see the therapist this morning, and you were right -- I was just being ; silly."
; ; "Actually, Tanya, I think that you were onto something. About the conspiracy. ; Hypnotizing women. Making them ... do ... things."
; ; "No, the therapist explained to me how I was just being foolish, how I just ; couldn't admit that I really wanted to act slutty, so I made up this fantasy ; that others were controlling me, making me be a slut. But it was actually just ; me all along." Relieved smile.
; ; "No, you were right the first time. There *IS* someone making us do things! ; That we would NEVER do!"
; ; It had taken Jessica this long to realize it because it had taken this long ; for the evidence to be incontrovertible. The "psychologically disturbed" ; explanation worked for Tanya -- she was nothing but a silly little student. ; And that explanation worked for Joyce too, because she DID have some serious ; mental hang-ups. But ... this was JESSICA now! She had just watched a dirty ; movie of HERSELF! And she didn't *DO* things like that. SHE didn't have deep ; psychological problems that erupted in slutty behavior.
; ; So someone HAD to be controlling HER! To make her do that. To make her look ; that pathetically happy. While Hank Rollins ... buttfucked her ....
; ; "No, professor, that was the mistake I was making before, when I didn't know ; any better, when I couldn't accept responsibility for my own actions. But ; after talking with Dr Hargreaves, I understand that's just a defense ; mechanism." Proud smile of understanding.
; ; "No, Tanya, listen to me. Someone has found a way to hypnotize women or mind ; control them or something! These women are doing things they would NEVER ; otherwise do."
; ; "See? You sound like me back when I didn't know any better, back when I ; couldn't take responsibility for my own actions," she stood and stepped back ; to the doorway. "You ought to go see one of those therapists yourself, ; Professor. They can really help you. Just like they helped me.
; ; "And I owe it all to you, for pushing me into going. Now I can take ; responsibility for what I've done. If I act like a slut, it's because I WANT ; to act like a slut." More proud beaming about her psychological maturity.
; ; "Toodles."
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; ; Jessica sat motionlessly in the chair in her office for a long time.
; ; This was awful. Horrific. Unbelievable, but ... abhorrently true. Someone was ; controlling her mind, making her DO things.
; ; THINGS.
; ; She could expect a student to do things and be embarrassed about them later and ; try to deny them. And repressed little Joyce obviously had issues. But this ; was HER! This was Jessica HERSELF, somehow being controlled and forced to do ; slutty things on film!
; ; There was NO WAY Jessica was doing these things herself!
; ; She knew herself, and SHE wouldn't do things like that unless she were being ; controlled!
; ; You have to fight them, her mind knee-jerked back at her.
; ; That was the only course of action to take. Nothing else would let her live ; with herself.
; ; You have to fight them. And you have to win.
; ; Her fingers moved to double-click the file again. Then she watched in morbid ; fascination, studied the women with the dumb, happy look on her face as she ; got her ass prick-scoured.
; ; Then watched it again.
; ; And again.
; ; And yet again.
; ; Whew. She shifted in her chair. This should NOT be making her feel excited.
; ; Repulsed. Repulsed was what she ought to be feeling. And there WAS some ; loathing and repulsion mixed in there. Somewhere. She WAS a little horrified ; that someone could ... get such pleasure ... out of being ....
; ; It was just seeing that happy, dumb grin on her face as she wallowed in ; ecstasy while the man behind her -- she tried to pretend that it was not Hank ; Rollins doing this to her -- mocked her and slapped her ass and called her a ; bitch while he built up to dowsing her rectum with semen. And she just ... ; loved it -- the girl on the screen, not Jessica herself. You could see it in ; her eyes, could hear it in her moans.
; ; In your moans, that little voice in her head corrected her -- you can see it in ; YOUR eyes, hear it in YOUR moans, the way you love this.
; ; Getting your ass reamed.
; ; You ARE the woman on the screen, the guilt-indulging part of her said.
; ; Okay, she had to stop this. She moved her hand from her lap and clicked the ; button to close the window. She wasn't going to watch this anymore, she wasn't ; going to let herself. It was just too disturbing.
; ; She was going to go home. And come up with a plan. On how to fight them.
; ; She was going to take back her mind.
; ; By God, she would storm heaven if she needed to, but she would become her own ; person again.
; ; She pulled out one of those CD-RW thingies they had given her when they ; replaced her old computer six months ago. She would copy the ... horrible, ; horrible ... file to it and take it with her. Just in case she needed it later ; for ... study purposes. She thought she got it successfully copied and dropped ; it in her purse.
; ; Now she just needed to let them know up front that she was leaving early, so ; that she would have a job to come back to next week. As she walked up the ; hallway, a number of male students seemed to look at her knowingly.
; ; Probably just ... her imagination, she guessed.
; ; When she got to the front office, there was a six and a half foot slab of ; student standing in the doorway. "Excuse me," she said.
; ; He didn't even acknowledge that he heard her. He just kept talking to the ; female student worker across the room at the counter.
; ; "Excuse me," she said a little louder.
; ; Still no acknowledgement.
; ; "Hey! Excuse me!"
; ; "Ehrngh?" he looked over his shoulder at her. "Oh, I'm sorry," he stepped ; aside.
; ; The female student worker was rolling her eyes. "Geez, move over and let the ; little woman in, Stanley." Then to Jessica, "You have to forgive him. He's ; like a big friendly St Bernard."
; ; "Yeah, I'm sorry, lady."
; ; "Professor," Jessica corrected him.
; ; "Sorry, professor. I didn't mean to block your way. Nice ass, though."
; ; Jessica snapped her head around to see his eyes coming up from her buttocks. ; He gave her and the student worker a thumbs-up, then walked out.
; ; "Did he just say-- ?!"
; ; "Say what?"
; ; Jessica scowled at the girl. "Did he just comment on my ass?!"
; ; "Uh ... no," the student worker answered cautiously, studying her carefully.
; ; Jessica could have sworn that--
; ; Maybe ... this business had her so overwrought that she was imagining things.
; ; "How can I help you, Professor Sucrerie?"
; ; Bold and direct -- that was the way to handle this. "I have an emergency ; doctors appointment this afternoon, and I need to schedule someone to take my ; afternoon class."
; ; "Okay," she pulled out a planner.
; ; "I really do," Jessica said after a moment.
; ; The student worker looked up at her.
; ; "Have an emergency doctors appointment."
; ; The girl nodded and went back to studying the planner.
; ; A couple uncomfortable moments passed while the girl tried to see who was ; available to take the class.
; ; "It's not like I'm abandoning my office hours or anything. I just-- there's ; this emergency doctors appointment."
; ; "You said," the girl nodded.
; ; Jessica took a deep breath. She had to stop this. The idea of being someone ; else's sex puppet -- and anal sperm repository -- was throwing her off her ; rhythm.
; ; The student worker picked up the phone, dialed and talked a few moments to ; Professor Arnold. She looked down at a post-it pad to scribble something, hung ; up, then looked back at Jessica. "Professor Arnold will take your class. And ; this," she peeled off the post-it she had just written on and handed it to ; Jessica, "is my number. Call me."
; ; "What?"
; ; The girl leaned forward to prop her elbow on the counter and set her chin in ; her palm. "I watched you ... licking Professor Vail's pussy." Coy blink. "I ; want you to do that for me."
; ; "What?!" Jessica gasped and wriggled. God, she was getting squishy between her ; legs! And this SHOULD NOT do that for her!
; ; "I said that's the code to use on your timesheet next week. For emergency ; medical leave."
; ; "Oh." Jessica frowned. "You didn't say anything about ... watching me?"
; ; "Uh ... no. Are you okay, professor?"
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; ; Much of the weekend was an orgasmic haze for Jessica.
; ; She watched the dumb happy girl get ass-fucked by Hank Rollins a couple dozen ; times. Each time, swearing that THAT was the last time she was going to watch. ; Each time swearing that she wasn't going to let her fingers stray into her ; panties the next time.
; ; How could she get so turned on watching some girl get turned into one ; throbbing orgasm as she was used -- as her ASS was used -- by some arrogant ; little prick to get off?!
; ; How could she get so turned on watching HERSELF get turned into one throbbing ; orgasm as she was used by some arrogant little prick to get off?!
; ; By the time she asked that question, she was usually too busy cumming, her ; fingers jammed up inside herself -- yes, sometimes in that hole back there -- ; to bother answering it.
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; ; Odd, Greg thought as he walked up the hallway: that looked like Joyce's ; apartment that young man just came out of. It was too far up the hall to be ; sure, but it certainly looked like that.
; ; "Dude," the young man gave a thumbs-up as he walked past.
; ; Greg gave a polite nod and continued to his sister's door and knocked.
; ; Joyce answered it ... topless!
; ; Greg's eyes snapped wide.
; ; "J-J-Joyce!" he pushed inside so they could shut the door and preserve his ; sister's modesty. "What--?! What are you DOING?!"
; ; She tilted her head to the side, breasts fully on display. "What do you mean, ; Greg?"
; ; "Your-- your-- you--" he gestured around her chest.
; ; "Oh, these," she relaxed and smiled when she realized he meant her tits. ; "Yeah, I decided to let these kittens play free for a little while. They just ; love to get out and stretch their feet, so to speak."
; ; "Joyce, they don't HAVE feet -- just a ... whole lot of ... nipple." He had no ; idea -- not that he'd ever considered the matter before -- that his sister's ; nipples were better than two inches in diameter.
; ; "There is, isn't there? Lots of light pink, too. Do you think they're cute, ; Greg?"
; ; "You're ... uh--"
; ; "My nipples, I mean." Happy nod, then expectant look.
; ; "Uh ... they're ... Joyce, I think you ought to cover them up."
; ; "But why?" They shook nicely as she giggled.
; ; "Uh," he was trying to focus on her and not on them, "because they're very ; distracting for me."
; ; "Having a hard time looking me in the eyes instead of the tits?" Giggle. ; Pleasant ripples.
; ; "Uhm ... that's about it," he said, his eyes locked on hers, though he wasn't ; sure how long that would hold.
; ; "Okay." She went and grabbed a t-shirt, though it was soon obvious that she ; hadn't pulled on a bra first. Still, at least there wasn't so much flesh all ; at one time that could not be looked upon.
; ; He made it through his dinner she had cooked for them, and she seemed to ; forget all about the fact that she had greeted him topless and now was ; braless, but he was having trouble keeping it out of his mind.
; ; What had happened to his sister, that she would do something like that?
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; ; Jessica was a little ashamed.
; ; She would have liked to say that she had heroically assembled a plan to put a ; halt to whatever conspiracy this was, to break its hold over her, and to bring ; felony charges against every last participant in it.
; ; Instead, she had ... well ... diddled most of the weekend away.
; ; But she still fully intended to smash the conspiracy.
; ; She was just a little behind schedule.
; ; She was in her office chair, dreading a little turning on her computer. She ; had had a couple exquisite dreams about faceless men this weekend, and she was ; afraid of what new files might be out there on Professor Benjamin's encrypted ; drive of amateur pornography this morning.
; ; Well, time to find out, she guessed. She flipped the power strip switch to let ; the machine boot up.
; ; "Jessica, I need your help," came a male voice from her doorway. She turned to ; look.
; ; It was Greg Vail.
; ; "You and Joyce were investigating another professor -- a student said that he ; was somehow controlling her mind, making her do things or something, right?"
; ; Wordlessly, Jessica nodded.
; ; "I think-- I think they might have gotten to Joyce too."
; ; "What-- what's she doing?" Besides making out with a student. And getting ; boned by Hank Rollins. And using her tongue in places and ways that Jessica ; had never realized it could be used before.
; ; "She-- I think there might have been a man in her apartment yesterday ; afternoon. And then .. she was topless when she answered the door. And she ; went braless the whole night. That's just not like Joyce -- she doesn't do ; things like that."
; ; This ... was Jessica's opportunity to recruit help in her fight against ... ; them. The conspiracy. "Greg ... I was afraid something like this might happen. ; Tell me all about it."
; ; Greg gave the details, and Jessica listened attentively -- there might be clues ; here to help her escape "their" sinister clutches.
; ; When Greg finished, Jessica swallowed. The exploits he was describing paled ; compared to the things Jessica had done to lower herself into sluthood.
; ; But her certainty that she was being mind controlled had been undermined a ; little this weekend, what with watching herself over and over and masturbating ; continuously to it. It had even crossed her mind that maybe she -- Jessica ; Sucrerie herself -- had a few repressed urges that she might be in denial ; about.
; ; "Do you-- do you think awful of her? For the things she did?"
; ; "No," he shook his head, "she wasn't in control of herself, they were. She's ; not to be blamed for the things they made her do. They are."
; ; He was so sure. "Even if-- even if there's no such thing as hypnosis or mind ; control? Even if they're just her own repressed urges, breaking themselves ; free?"
; ; "No, these things that she did -- that's not Joyce. She's not like that -- ; that's what made me suspicious in the first place. I know her, I know what she ; will and won't do. These weren't her actions last night. She's under someone ; else's control."
; ; "Professor Benjamin's. Him and Coach Jefferson."
; ; "Did you find--"
; ; "Hey, Prof," Hank Rollins stood in Jessica's doorway suddenly, "is chapter 23 ; going to be on Friday's test?"
; ; With startled eyes, Jessica traveled back over the conversation moments ; before Hank stepped into her doorway. Had he overheard anything?!
; ; "Prof? Chapter 23? Test Friday?"
; ; "Uh, no. No, chapter 23. Won't be on it."
; ; "How about those behavior guys? And the dogs?"
; ; It occurred to Jessica that this very boy had had his cock up her ass. And her ; with that unbearable ... look of slutty pleasure ... on her face at the time!
; ; "Prof? Dogs? Bells? Do we gotta know all that stuff?"
; ; "Yes, classical conditioning will be on the test. You need to know the optimal ; time intervals and be able to compare it to operant conditioning."
; ; "GodDAMN, that's a lot of stuff, Prof. I think you should leave off the ; comparison thing."
; ; No, no, she would not! This boy had already taken advantage of her, exploiting ; whatever hypno-controls they had installed in Jessica's mind to play ; hide-the-salami between her buttcheeks!
; ; And the other vivid fantasy she'd had this last weekend, the ; maid-servicing-his-tool thing -- that was exploiting her too!
; ; She was not going to tolerate that! She was going to topple this conspiracy ; and take back her mind! It was HERS, not theirs! And she fully intended to ; once again be master of her own fate!
; ; And she was CERTAINLY not going to let this boy wheedle easier exams out of ; her!
; ; "Prof?"
; ; "Yeah, I can do that. I can take the comparison stuff off."
; ; "Cooool," he nodded with a grin. "I think you should also--"
; ; "I think Jessica has given you all the information you need about this test," ; Greg interrupted. "The rest you'll just have to wait on until you take it."
; ; "Yeah, man, I'm cool with that," Hank nodded, then sauntered out.
; ; When Hank was far enough out of earshot, Greg said quietly, "That was him."
; ; Jessica's eyes jumped to his. Greg didn't know, did he?! About Hank and her ; butt?!
; ; "He was the one I thought came out of Joyce's apartment."
; ; Whew, she relaxed and sighed!
; ; "Jessica?"
; ; She looked back up at him, still feeling stunned enough to swallow cock if one ; was slapped down in front of her. "Hungh?"
; ; "Back to what we were talking about before. We need to figure out how to save ; Joyce."
; ; This was Jessica's opportunity, she realized, to enlist the aid of another to ; help save her from being controlled, from being someone else's sex puppet for ; the rest of her horny little life. It was big undertaking, to topple a ; conspiracy, and having another's help could come in handy.
; ; "Did you find any clues on Professor Benjamin's encrypted drive?"
; ; "Uh, no," she shook her head, "no, there weren't any, uh, clues." That wasn't ; ... entirely ... true, what with Joyce's lesbian escapades and Jessica's own ; little anal ones. But she could just describe all the slutty things that Joyce ; and Tanya had done and omit her own embarrassing escapades. And then he ; wouldn't have to see that ... awfully happy face of Jessica's while Hank was ; pounding her butt.
; ; "Damn. That's a shame. I was hoping that would provide some leads."
; ; "Nope. No. No clues there." Just shame and embarrassment.
; ; Greg shrugged. "You're the rational one -- Joyce has always said that you were ; cerebral, and I believe her. So what do we do now?"
; ; Well, she'd kind of like to sit back in her chair here and let her fingers ; drift down into her panties while she explored what new video files were on ; Professor Benjamin's disk. But ... she guessed that wouldn't really help them ; smash the conspiracy. "We, uh, could ... go down and take a looksie around in ; the biology building, I guess."
; ; "We can do that tonight if you want. I have a key to that building."
; ; Jessica raised her eyebrows. "You do?"
; ; "We have a computer lab in the building. We have to shut it down each night at ; 3:00. So yeah, I do."
; ; "Tonight, then."
; ; Greg nodded, then took off.
; ; Jessica was impressed, and it gave her hope. Greg Vail was proving to be ; useful. With his help, they MIGHT just figure a way out of this predicament.
; ; She redoubled her efforts and refrained from watching any new episodes of the ; Jessica, Joyce or Tanya sexual sagas that might be on Professor Benjamin's ; encrypted drive. She also managed to keep her fingers off of tit, twat and ; ass.
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; ; Jessica answered her door.
; ; And faced a stealth commando in near full ninja gear. Or almost.
; ; Greg Keener stood there in black pants, black boots, a black turtleneck and ; black leather gloves, with black paint smudged on each cheek.
; ; Oh boy. Leave it to a geek.
; ; "You said at 1700," he prompted her. "Why aren't you ready?"
; ; She pinched the front of his shirt and pulled him inside, then went to wet a ; paper towel.
; ; "We WERE talking about tonight, weren't we?"
; ; "Yes," she sighed, coming back into her living room with the wet towel, "hold ; still."
; ; "Hey, hey," he complained as she started wiping the black smudges off, "that's ; to keep me from being shiny in the moonlight! It's the seventeenth day of the ; moon."
; ; "And you couldn't attract any more attention if you loped up here." She leaned ; back to study his eyes as she asked, "You didn't, did you? Lope up the ; hallway?"
; ; "No ...," he scowled indignantly, "Geez."
; ; Most of the smudges came off, though it left his cheeks a little pink. "Give ; me the gloves."
; ; "But I'll leave fingerprints!"
; ; "The rest of the outfit we can explain as poor fashion sense, but not the ; gloves. Hand them over."
; ; "You just WANT us to get caught," he surrendered the gloves.
; ; "Believe me, I don't want us to get caught."
; ; He sighed. "Look Jessica, I thank you for your help, but *I'M * the one with ; the most at stake here -- my SISTER has been compromised by these people. And ; I intend to free her."
; ; "And I hope you do -- free all the victims."
; ; "Yeah, well ... maybe I should wear the gloves."
; ; "No."
; ; He complained a little bit more, but she successfully got him out of her ; apartment gloveless and smudgeless, and they headed to the biology building.
; ; "Why are you helping?" he asked quietly as they walked.
; ; "Hmm?"
; ; "Why are you helping me? The impression I got from Joyce last Friday was that ; you didn't believe in hypnotism, let alone this girl's story."
; ; "I suddenly found myself believing in Tanya's story. And in hypnotism."
; ; "Why? Was it something that Joyce did?"
; ; No, actually it was the look on Jessica's own face as she got her butt ; hammered by that little football prick.
; ; "Please tell me if she did anything," he said quietly. "I apologize if she ; offended you in any way. She's just not acting like herself."
; ; "No, I'm not offended by Joyce." If anything, she was offended by herself. ; Joyce really HADN'T been playing games. It wasn't really Joyce that made that ; video with Tanya or had her tongue up Jessica's ass, it was some artificial ; personality they had installed in her. And Joyce really didn't remember any of ; it later, and WAS bewildered when Jessica treated her like she was lesbian.
; ; At least with Greg's help Jessica stood a chance to steal back her mind. ; "Thank you for YOUR help, Greg. All the victims of these people should be ; grateful to you for helping them."
; ; "I'm just trying to free my sister. If they benefit too, well, Joyce would ; want that."
; ; He stopped. "We're here."
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; ; Greg used his key to unlock the door to the biology building, and they entered ; without turning on the lights. After making their way through the dark to ; Professor Benjamin's office, they found a note taped to it:
; ; "Hank, if you get here early, I'm down in the basement with the new bitch."
; ; Greg's brow furrowed, and Jessica understood why: it could be his sister that ; Professor Benjamin was talking about.
; ; "C'mon," he started off, teeth gritted.
; ; "Greg," Jessica called after a second, "the basement is this way."
; ; He turned around and followed her to the stairs, and they took them down, ; opening and closing the door at the bottom very carefully to be quiet.
; ; The last thing that Jessica did before they left the stairwell at the bottom ; was to lay her hand on Greg's forearm and tell him, "Greg, I know this may be ; hard, but we need to just observe tonight. We don't know enough about 'them' ; to storm in there.
; ; "If Dr Benjamin is down here, if he is 'doing' things to women, even if he is ; 'doing' things to Joyce herself, we need to learn what he and can't do. We ; need to just watch him tonight and learn his limitations. Only then can we ; formulate a plan that stands a chance of smashing them.
; ; "Okay?"
; ; Grimly, Greg nodded.
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; ; The basement was set up as an observation lab. Joyce and Tanya were laying on ; cots on one side of the room, headphones on, imparting God-knows-what to their ; poor little brains. Dr Benjamin had a video camera set up to record activity ; at a conference table on the other side of the room.
; ; "Well," Dr Benjamin spoke to the camera, "we're almost ready. Our two subjects ; are almost finished with their programming. Tonight, we have the delectable ; Professor Joyce Keener and the feisty Tanya Edwina Koning as our guests.
; ; "They're going to discuss the troubles that Tanya has been having with those ; terrible, terrible boys that have been mind controlling her. They've both been ; fixed to pay no attention to the camera filming them, nor to yours truly, not ; even realizing that we're here, though they're both feeling kinda randy and ; will interpret what I say as the voice of reason.
; ; "I also intend to incorporate a couple more-intellectual-than-thou statements ; that Tanya has told me Professor Sucrerie tried to pull on her -- delectable ; little thumbscrews of guilt! I think you're going to enjoy them.
; ; "I think you're going to like this video."
; ; He left the camera filming and went to remove Joyce's headphones. He helped ; her across the room to sit at the conference table then, taking the ; opportunity to feel up her breasts more than a little. Joyce took no offense ; -- her face registered confusion and passive acceptance instead.
; ; Jessica laid her hand on Greg's shoulder beside her. The muscles were bunched, ; but he took her reminder and did not storm in to his sister's defense.
; ; The professor then similarly groped Tanya as he helped her over to the table ; as well.
; ; "Okay, ladies," he clapped his hands. "Action."
; ; Both women focused rapidly out of their disoriented states into the situation ; they had been given.
; ; "You ... wanted to meet with me and talk, Tanya?" Joyce asked.
; ; "Yes, Professor, it's about those evil mind controllers. They're making me ... ; do things."
; ; A silent moment or two passed.
; ; "What kinds of things?" Joyce prompted finally.
; ; "Well ... I-- there are these-- you see, I never would-- not on my own, but--"
; ; "Tell her about the pictures," Professor Benjamin prompted.
; ; "I have pictures," Tanya nodded definitively.
; ; "Of you?" Joyce asked. "Doing ... things?"
; ; "Oh, yes," she nodded. "Things." She pulled several printed images from a ; folder and handed them over to Joyce.
; ; Joyce slowly went through the images, frowning at one, then turning it on its ; side, then upside down before nodding that she had it right and continuing ; through the rest.
; ; Dr Benjamin steepled his fingers to help himself get into the role of the ; Voice of Reason. "Tell her what you really think, Joyce."
; ; Joyce looked at the student. "Tanya, you are ... simply a slut."
; ; "What?!" Tanya looked deflated.
; ; "Yes, it's obvious from these," she flipped back through a picture or two, ; "that you have all the morals of a raging bitch in heat."
; ; "But Professor! That's not me in those pictures!"
; ; "That's denial," Professor Benjamin urged, "Don't let her get away with that. ; Keep up the tough love."
; ; "Funny," Joyce arched an eyebrow sarcastically, "this sure looks like you ; fellating those boys, and letting them fertilize your eggs, and ... isn't that ; Hank Rollins with his penis up your--"
; ; "It's my BODY," Tanya wriggled in the embarrassment pooling in her seat, "but ; it's not my MIND. They're MAKING me do these things."
; ; "Oh, come now, Tanya, that's a nifty little trick to sidestep blame, don't you ; think? 'EVIL Tanya stepped in and did those slutty things FOR me; it wasn't me ; -- I'm GOOD Tanya'?"
; ; "But it's TRUE! I WOULDN'T do those things! Not on my own! Not unless they ... ; made me."
; ; "And what's with these pictures? Is there anyone that you HAVEN'T shown them ; to? 'Excuse me, sir on the street. Here, look at these pictures. No, they're ; not of me, they're of EVIL Me. Big difference.' Do you think that anyone ; actually buys into your far-fetched mind control explanation?"
; ; "I-- but--"
; ; "'Oh, I'm GOOD Tanya. I would never do any of these things. I just like to ; look at the pictures and think about what HORRIBLE things BAD Tanya has been ; MADE to do.'"
; ; "But-- I--"
; ; "Ask her how she feels now, Joyce," Professor Benjamin suggested.
; ; "How do you feel now, Tanya?"
; ; "Honestly," Professor Benjamin encouraged the student.
; ; "I-- I--" She cast her eyes down. "Horny," she mumbled as she wriggled in her ; seat.
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; ; "As a matter of fact," Professor Benjamin slipped down to Tanya's end of the ; table, "this is your opportunity for redemption."
; ; Tanya looked back up at Joyce.
; ; "She can spank the badness out of you."
; ; Tanya's focus clicked on Joyce. "Professor Keener," she stood and walked up ; the table, "I-- have-- please--"
; ; "Uh ... what?" Joyce asked, less overbearing, more cautious now that things ; were shifting somehow.
; ; Tanya spun around and lifted her little plaid skirt. "Spank me? Please?"
; ; "Wh-what?!"
; ; Tanya backed her ass up into Joyce's personal space. "Spank me! Please!"
; ; "But-- I--"
; ; "Oh, it's easy, Joyce," Professor Benjamin explained, "Just haul off and swat ; the thing."
; ; Swallowing, Joyce slapped her hand against the pantied ass.
; ; "OHGODYES!" Tanya blurted. She turned around and before Joyce could stop her, ; laid across Joyce's legs. "Yes, Professor Keener! Spank her! Spank Naughty ; Tanya's ass! She needs it spanked! Spank it until she's GOOD Tanya again!"
; ; "I-- But I--" Whap.
; ; "OHGODYES!"
; ; Whap.
; ; "OHGOD! YES!"
; ; "Uhm, Tanya," Joyce paused with her hand resting on Tanya's ass, "we're a ; professor and a student. I don't know if you should really be grinding your ; pubes into my thigh like that. Besides, you're getting my leg all slick."
; ; "Okay," the girl sighed, relieved that Naughty Tanya had gotten hers. A good ; couple heinie-swats helps keep a slut like Naughty Tanya in her place. "Thank ; you."
; ; Tanya walked back to her end of the table and sat. "God, that feels better! ; I feel so much less like a whore now."
; ; "Joyce," Professor Benjamin suggested, "perhaps this is your opportunity to ; purge a little sluttiness too."
; ; "Uh, Tanya ...," Joyce stood and took a couple steps. "Would you ...."
; ; "Would I what?"
; ; "I ... I've been kind of naughty too."
; ; "You've slutted too, Professor Keener?!"
; ; Joyce twisted her fingers a second, embarrassed, "Yeah. I've been a little ; slutty lately too. Could you ... spank it out of me? Please? And make me pure ; and shiny again too?"
; ; "Of course, Professor," Tanya patted her lap.
; ; Jessica knew that Greg was bunching up beside her, hating seeing his sister ; behave like this, like some sexual toy for viewers to masturbate to.
; ; Joyce hurried eagerly to the other end of the table, but Tanya held her finger ; up. "I only spank my bitches if they're bare-assed."
; ; "But ... I'm not your bitch." She held a finger to her mouth to chew the nail ; a second. "Am I?"
; ; "Professor Keener, you're getting ready to bend over and present ass to me for ; the spanking of it. Of course you're my bitch. But don't worry, I'll spank you ; shiny of that sinful indulgence too."
; ; "Oh good," Joyce sighed, pulled her skirt up, slipped her panties to the ; floor, then bent bare-assed over Tanya's thigh.
; ; Jessica laid her hand on Greg's shoulder blade again, to steady him. They ; needed to finish reconnaissance, then form a plan, and only THEN attack. They ; couldn't just go charging in, guns ablazing.
; ; Tanya lightly stroked her hand over the Professor's pretty buttocks first, to ; warm them up.
; ; Joyce sighed as she wriggled under the soft touch. "That's nice ...." Then, ; "Oop, maybe you'd better add an extra spank for me enjoying that just now. And ; you'd better make the other spanks extra hard -- I've been, uhm ... really ; slutty ... lately."
; ; "Have you?" Tanya smiled, still stroking instead of spanking, "Maybe you'd ; better tell me about it."
; ; "Oh GOD, no. No, I couldn't tell you about ... that."
; ; "About what, Professor?" She cupped one asscheek and gently squeezed, causing ; Joyce to sigh and arch her back a little. "What do you want to tell me about?"
; ; "I ... no, that's not right ... no, I DON'T want to tell you about ... that."
; ; Tanya squeezed the other cheek. "That's what I said -- you want to tell me ; about what?"
; ; "I caaaan't ...," Joyce sighed, ass slowly grinding against thigh under the ; soft hand's touch, "It's too ... it's too shameful."
; ; "Oh, but that's the best kind, Professor ...."
; ; "Oh! OHGOD!" Joyce gasped, grinding her hips harder against wet thigh, "Are ; your fingers ... are your fingers *IN* me?!"
; ; "Do you like?" Tanya manipulated her fingers at the professorial twat.
; ; "Oh, but ... I'm gonna need another spank just for this ...."
; ; "That good, hmm?"
; ; "Enough!" Greg suddenly stood and stepped into the open. "You get your fingers ; out of my sister!"
; ; "Moron!" Jessica hissed to herself.
; ; Joyce stiffened, nervous and compromised, bared nude buttocks clenched ; anxiously as her brother made his stand for her honor while her panties were ; down.
; ; Tanya sat wide-eyed, hand clenched in place in the professor's pussy by ; Joyce's tensed buttocks and thighs. "Uh ... I'm sorry ...."
; ; "It's okay, girls," Professor Benjamin stepped forward to assure them, ; "Everything is just fine. You two take five and pleasure each other a little ; more. No cumming, though."
; ; With a sigh and a smile, Joyce relaxed her naked ass, and Tanya went back to ; wriggling fingers around inside twat.
; ; "You-- !" Greg jabbed a forefinger at the other man.
; ; "Professor Ernest Benjamin," he spread his hands, "at your service."
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; ; "How can you *DO* this?!" Greg demanded. "How can you do this to these ; girls?!"
; ; "You're ... upset," Professor Benjamin allowed.
; ; "Christ, what have you done to my SISTER?!"
; ; Joyce was mildly giggling as she got her pussy well-fingered by a female ; student.
; ; "Professor Sucrerie," Professor Benjamin called, "come on out. There's no need ; to skulk about in the darkness there. Perhaps you can explain to Mr Keener ; here the defense mechanism of denial and about the eruption of suppressed ; desires."
; ; Jessica stepped forward to stand beside her foolishly brave partner. "How are ; you making ... them ... do these things?"
; ; "You tell me, Professor. How *AM* I making these otherwise proper ladies ... ; whore?"
; ; She could feel Greg's energies bunch in anger beside her and began speaking to ; hopefully diffuse those energies. They still needed to learn more about he ; conspiracy before attacking it. "From what I've seen tonight, it looks like ; you're exploiting the dissociative mechanisms."
; ; "Please, go on," Professor Benjamin put his fingers to his chin and nodded.
; ; "It looks like you're collecting socially unacceptable behaviors together ; under a separate personality," Jessica said slowly. This was as relevant to ; saving herself as it was to saving Joyce. "This lets the woman indulge in ; activities she otherwise would not permit herself, things she doesn't think ; she would ever do, not even in her darkest dreams.
; ; "It would also ... help protect the things you've done to her from being ; rejected since her psyche doesn't have to attack it so strongly. Joyce doesn't ; have to question herself so deeply, since it wasn't really Joyce that did all ; those slutty things, it was Bad Jessica. I mean, Joyce. Bad Joyce."
; ; "Wonderful, wonderful," Professor Benjamin nodded, "You're thinking like a ; true molester of women, Jessica."
; ; "No, you and everything you've done repulses me, you monster!"
; ; "No," Greg was shaking his head. "It sounds like you're saying that Joyce ; already had all this inside her and Professor Benjamin just made it okay to let ; it out. That's not--"
; ; "I think that's pretty much what it is, Greg," Jessica looked at him.
; ; "No," he was still shaking his head, "Joyce would ... never ... have sex with ; a student. Or run around with her breasts bared. Or let someone ... finger her ; ... while other people were in the room."
; ; "Wouldn't she? Under the right circumstances?"
; ; "No."
; ; "Come on, Greg," Jessica looked at him. "I know you put her up on a pedestal, ; but we all have these socially inappropriate urges buried inside us. The id. ; We just ... never let them out."
; ; "It's true," Professor Benjamin sided with her. "It's the shadow side that we ; try not to let other people see. But if you could make it okay for that shadow ; to come out, you might even see, an otherwise proper lady, say, hike her ; heinie up in the air and beg some faceless stranger to 'fuck her ass'."
; ; "You're not saying that JOYCE-- ?!" Greg growled.
; ; "You might even see an otherwise proper lady let her selfish cravings subvert ; her prized intellect with a mechanism called 'rationalization'. She would ; twist things so it was 'okay' to let evil mind controllers bring her friends ; to her on a leash. So that they could continue to perform sexual tricks for ; her."
; ; "Now I KNOW that you're lying! Joyce would NEVER betray her friends like ; that!" Greg rejected outright the very concept of Joyce being that traitorous ; to her friends.
; ; "Why, you might even see an otherwise proper lady sabotage a rescue attempt, ; an attempt to put an end to the evil conspiracy. She would betray her friends, ; the victims and even her partners in the rescue attempt."
; ; "No, you're wrong. You're just wrong! She would NEVER do any of those things!"
; ; "Professor Sucrerie, help me with this. Come here," Professor Benjamin crooked ; his finger.
; ; "Wh-what?" Jessica asked suspiciously, feeling the simmering of excitement in ; her belly despite Professor Benjamin's examples coming uncomfortably close to ; the very things that SHE had done.
; ; "I said, come here."
; ; "I--" She took a step toward him. "What do you want?" Another step.
; ; "Jessica, stay here with me," Greg cautioned. "Out of reach of this monster."
; ; She took another step.
; ; "I don't want him grabbing you and trying to use you as a hostage."
; ; "That's good, Ms Sucrerie," Professor Benjamin told her now that she was ; halfway there. "Now ... hike up your skirt."
; ; "Wh-what?!"
; ; Professor Benjamin rolled his eyes. "And you call yourself a professor. It's a ; simple command: hike up your skirt."
; ; "But ... I ...," she glanced back at Greg, "he ...."
; ; "I'm sure that Joyce's brother would enjoy a good flash of well-toned ass. But ; I'm trying to prove a point to him -- that we all hold these unspeakable urges ; and desires. So, again: hike up your skirt. Bitch."
; ; "You leave her alone! Jessica, get back here. He's messing with you, trying to ; psych--"
; ; Jessica pinched the hem of her skirt and lifted.
; ; "Jessica! Stop that!"
; ; "I'm sooorry," she hopped a little from foot to foot. "I just ... it's just ; that ... ohgod, I can't HEEEEEELP myself!"
; ; "Now, Mr Keener," Professor Benjamin told the man who's jaw had just dropped, ; stunned, "there will be something written across those light pink silk panties ; in permanent marker."
; ; "What?!" Jessica gasped, skirt still hiked up. "I have something written-- ?! ; What?! What's it say?!"
; ; "Jessica," Greg cleared his throat, "why do you have 'Ernest's Bitch' written ; across your ass?"
; ; "What?!" She cocked her ass out to the side and tried to look over her ; shoulder to read it herself. "I don't really have-- do I?"
; ; "This is where I give some sort of line about 'the importance of being ; Ernest's'," Professor Benjamin chuckled.
; ; "You ASSHOLE! You got to her TOO!" Greg was clenching his fists. "Jessica, how ; could-- when?! Did you know?!"
; ; "I-- I just-- Greg, I-- it's just--" she stammered, heinie still declaring her ; status in big billboard letters.
; ; "I take it from this," Professor Benjamin drawled, "that he is not yet aware ; of the porn films you've starred in."
; ; "Por--" Greg began. Then everything went dark for him.
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; ; "What the hell?" The back of Greg's head hurt, and he reached for it.
; ; Except that his wrists wouldn't move. Focusing his mind from where it had been ; scattered, he realized he was handcuffed to the cot he was lying in.
; ; "He's awake!" Joyce called, excited.
; ; "Joyce! What happened? Did we escape Professor Benjamin?"
; ; "No, I clubbed you over the head, silly!" she grinned.
; ; "You WHAT?!"
; ; "It's okay, though. It wasn't Good Joyce that did that, it was me: Bad Joyce. ; I'm just so NAUGHTY," she grinned.
; ; "Joyce, what-- ?!"
; ; "Do you like her, Mr Keener?" Professor Benjamin asked as he walked up. ; Jessica padded along beside him, topless, wearing only the panties that ; declared her to be "Ernest's Bitch."
; ; "You!" Greg strained pointlessly at the handcuffs and made his lingering ; headache hurt a little worse.
; ; "You have Professor Sucrerie to thank for this new twist. She really is quite ; ingenious when it comes to defense mechanisms."
; ; Greg's eyes jerked to her, and she blushed to the tits.
; ; "She's been trying to reconcile betraying Tanya's trust and then the treachery ; that she's shown Joyce. At first, she tried to rationalize that it was for ; their own good, that Tanya was just being forced to grow up, and that Joyce ; was being forced to confront her 'true' lesbian leanings that she had ; suppressed all these years.
; ; "When that became a little thin, even for her, just a few minutes ago, she ; latched onto this good twin-bad twin idea, as you observed. I think it's ; delightful with a host of useful features.
; ; "And the little fib she came up with is true. My bitches no longer need to ; fight being my bitches. Because it's not really them, but their bad selves ; doing those things. Isn't that true, Joyce?"
; ; "Oooh, I'm so NAUGHTY!" Joyce grinned, eyes alight with playful mischief. "I'm ; NAUGHTY Joyce!"
; ; "Joyce! Don't do this! Fight him! Fight this!"
; ; "It's okay, Greg, this isn't really me. It's Bad Joyce right now. And, ooh, is ; she baaaaad!" She stepped behind Professor Benjamin and reached around to ; begin unbuttoning his shirt.
; ; "Joyce!" He jerked his head to the other, topless, professor. "Jessica! Help ; her! You two can take him. We have to get out of here!"
; ; "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm Ernest's bitch. Look," she backed up and cocked her ; pantied ass out for him to read, "it says so right here."
; ; "You're talking to a web of rationalizations, Greg," Professor Benjamin told ; him. Joyce was unbelting and unsnapping him now.
; ; "Jessica! You have to fight him! Look what he's done to Joyce, how he's ; treating her! He's going to do the same thing to you!"
; ; Jessica whimpered. "I'm ... his bitch, Greg."
; ; "The cool thing is that she's done this to herself. I started to incorporate ; the bad twin idea into Joyce while you were unconscious, but our little Jess ; here has talked herself into this all by herself. Quite remarkable, really."
; ; "Jessica! Fight it!" Greg strained at his cuffs. "You've GOT to fight it!"
; ; "For Greg's benefit," Professor Benjamin spoke while Joyce moved to squat in ; front of him and remove his pants, "when did you first realize that this was ; more than just a bunch of silly girls, including Joyce, acting out their ; repressed sexual desires and angst?"
; ; Jessica looked down. "When ... when it happened to me."
; ; "Interesting. So another psychology professor can still be subject to denial, ; repression, and a whole host of other defense mechanisms. But ... not you? ; You're privileged? Immune to such human weaknesses?"
; ; "I ...," Jessica fidgeted toplessly.
; ; "It must have been Bad Jess that did that."
; ; "Yesss," Jessica sighed. "It was her. She's ... she twists things around to ; make herself look good sometimes. She's just awful that way."
; ; "Ohgod!" Joyce gasped. "You're so HUGE!" She was in front of Professor ; Benjamin, looking up hungrily at his wonderful erection.
; ; "Joyce, please," Professor Benjamin lightly chided her, "Your own brother is ; here listening to you talk like this."
; ; "It's okay, Greg," she looked around at him, "It's just Bad Joyce talking. ; She's SUCH a slut! It's not really me." Satisfied that she had explained ; things, she turned back around slowly, lovingly, stretched up to ... lick it ; along the length of its underside.
; ; "You BASTARD!" Greg yelled at him, muscles tensed, cuffs taught.
; ; "No, it's okay, Greg. This isn't really your sister licking my cock. It's Bad ; Joyce. See?"
; ; "Bastard!" Greg pulled as hard as he could against the cuffs and the frame of ; the cot, then sagged back. Joyce has Benjamin's pecker in his mouth by this ; point. "Jessica! You've GOT to help her!"
; ; "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm Ernest's bitch. At least Bad Jess is."
; ; "Then bring back Good Jess!" he tried.
; ; "Noo ... she wouldn't be able to bear how bad I've been."
; ; "Jessica! How can you DO this?! How can you betray Joyce this way?! She's your ; friend!"
; ; Jessica fidgeted.
; ; "How could you betray ME?! We're on a mission together to help free the ; victims! How could you LIE to me about already being corrupted?! I wouldn't ; have brought you along with me to save Joyce if I'd known!
; ; "For chrissake, Jessica, you were already one of their PAWNS! Didn't you think ; that was an important DETAIL to mention BEFORE we set out on this rescue ; mission?!"
; ; She uncomfortably shrugged.
; ; "I would have left you behind if I'd know you were already Ernest's bitch! How ; COULD you?! How could you not TELL me?!"
; ; "Greg ... I ...."
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; ; "If we could borrow Greg's attention over here," Joyce giggled. She was naked ; now, holding onto Professor Benjamin's hard-on with a mild stroking rhythm. "I ; want you to see just how bad Bad Joyce is, sweetie." She was vile ,but still ; with Joyce's playful light in her eyes.
; ; "Joyce, don't," Greg shook his head. "Don't do this."
; ; "It's okay, little brother. Just remember: it's not really me, it's Bad Joyce. ; It's just Bad Joyce doing these horrible, horrible things."
; ; "Joyce, don't ...."
; ; She led Professor Benjamin by the cock down to the bottom of Greg's cot, then ; slid between his feet and stretched up to lay her hands on his hips while ; cocking her ass out to receive. "Look at me, Gregory. Look at my eyes while I ; take this ... prick."
; ; "Joyce," his eyes did follow hers unbearably. "Jessica, help her!"
; ; "Jess," Professor Benjamin suggested, "why don't you come down here and ; position me for the slide in."
; ; Topless Jessica walked to where Joyce was bent over, making soothing sounds to ; her little brother while waiting for the cock of the conspiracy to stuff her ; full.
; ; God, Joyce had a cute ass, she thought. She looked a question at Professor ; Benjamin, and he nodded. The she ran her hand over Joyce's butt and lightly ; slapped it.
; ; "Oooh!" Joyce squealed. "You behave back there, Jessica! You-- oh! OH! OHGOD!" ; Her eyes languidly closed as she shivered a little. "Ohgod, Professor ; Benjamin, THANK YOU! OHGOD, that feels gooood!"
; ; "Tell your brother about it."
; ; "Oh, Greg! Greg, look at me. Greg ... look me in the eyes. See how happy I am. ; I'm getting my pussy massaged, Gregory, and it feels great."
; ; "Joyce-- Don't--"
; ; Jessica was beside him then, whispering. "It's okay, Greg. It's just Bad ; Joyce. She has nothing to do with the Good Joyce you know and love. Well, ; other than being in the same body. I guess that means ... that Good Joyce will ; have to put up with the slimed-up pussy from Bad Joyce's naughty excursions."
; ; "You're not helping here," Bad Joyce told her as she rutted back against the ; professor's cock.
; ; "Help her, Jessica! How can you DO this?! How can you just BETRAY her like ; this?"
; ; "It's ... not me. It's ... Bad Jess."
; ; "OHGOD!" Joyce squealed. "Oh, Greg! He's pulled it out of me. He's running it ; ... up and down my ... OH! He's sliding it along my CRACK, Greg!"
; ; "Joyce! Fight it!"
; ; "No! YOU fight it! I WANT it! Please, Professor Benjamin--"
; ; "Go ahead and call me 'Daddy', Joyce."
; ; "Yes, Daddy! Please, please, PLEASE don't just tease me with that!"
; ; "JOYCE! Fight it!"
; ; "Oh, Daddy! RAM me with that thing! Do it! Don't! Don't stop! Put it in me! ; Pleeeeease!"
; ; "Hush," Professor Benjamin slapped the side of her hip. "Jessica?"
; ; "Yes, ehr ... 'Daddy'?"
; ; "Go pull that counter drawer open, won't you?"
; ; "Yes, Daddy." She did so.
; ; "There should be something inside it."
; ; "A hypodermic? It looks like you already have it ready to go with a dose."
; ; "Take it out of the drawer and bring it over here."
; ; "Yes, Daddy."
; ; "Don't you DARE!" Greg strained at his cuffs. "Haven't you done ENOUGH to her ; already?! Leave my sister alone!"
; ; "Oh, it's okay, Greg. I'm enjoying this," Joyce sighed, then pouted her lips, ; "Or at least I will if Daddy will ever shove it in me."
; ; "The hypodermic isn't for Joyce, Mr Keener."
; ; Jessica was standing there with the hypodermic, and Greg made eye contact with ; her. "Don't, Jessica. Fight it. He can't control you if you don't inject ; yourself with that! Fight it! You have to resist him!"
; ; Professor Benjamin chuckled. "It's not for her, either."
; ; Greg's mind absurdly wondered if it could be injectable viagra or something ; for Professor Benjamin's personal use?!
; ; Then his eyes widened: he understood. "No. You can't possibly--"
; ; Professor Benjamin gestured with his chin, then began eliciting purrs from ; Joyce as he recommenced sliding up and down her crack.
; ; "Jessica, don't!"
; ; "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm," shrug, "Ernest's bitch."
; ; "JESSICA, DON'T! FIGHT IT!"
; ; She sank the needle into Greg's arm as he strained uselessly at the cuffs.
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; ; God! What a dream!
; ; Jessica sat upright in bed, a little afraid.
; ; That was a vivid one. Like the one with the faceless man and her butt. Or the ; one where the three football players had her dress up like a naked cheerleader ; for them. or any of several others she'd had this last weekend.
; ; And like them, it left her wanting to just sink her hand down between her legs ; and ... think about it. Over and over.
; ; She almost suspected those others of being real. But this one ... couldn't ... ; be real. Please.
; ; Please don't let it be.
; ; She didn't want to sabotage Joyce's escape from this conspiracy. She didn't ; want to help "them" think up better ways to brainwash their victims women. She ; didn't want to ... inject the one remaining hope of escaping all this while ; his sister had sex at his feet, writhing and telling him in explicit terms ; just how very good it was.
; ; She didn't want to do that.
; ; Jessica didn't think of herself as a bad person.
; ; She couldn't beat them, she realized suddenly.
; ; She couldn't beat "them". "They" were too sneaky. Whatever inhuman treachery ; that Jessica could imagine, they could be worse.
; ; Run.
; ; That was the only choice left to her now. Literally, because if she stayed, ; she would be a puppet. A sex toy. A bitch to bend over and give it to.
; ; Goddammit! She reached down between her legs at the delicious calling there ; and ... stroked. God ... yes ....
; ; She came, gasping.
; ; Then got back to business: leaving. She dug her suitcase out of the closet and ; ran around, packing essentials.
; ; Her only choice was to leave, to get far away, to stay hidden from "them." She ; just prayed that "they" weren't widespread, couldn't trace her, would just let ; her live out the rest of her life in peace.
; ; She felt sorry for Joyce, she really did. And for Greg, who she had ... helped ; victimize. But they were on their own. She would be lucky to save herself, she ; couldn't compromise her escape by trying to help save them too.
; ; She headed to the front door, with the plan of just getting into her car and ; driving, to get as far away as she could from this awful situation, to change ; identities if she had to, but to just get away from this conspiracy and what ; they were doing to her, what they were making her like.
; ; She opened the door and--
; ; --there stood Joyce and Greg.
; ; "We came over to invite you to dinner," Greg smiled.
; ; "Won't you join us, Jess?" Joyce asked.
; ; Lust flooded at Jessica's crotch.
; ; The suitcase dropped from Jessica's hand to the floor.
; ; "O ... kay," leaked out of her mouth.
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; ; "Mmm, that was delicious, Joyce," Jessica dabbed her napkin at the corners of ; her mouth.
; ; "I knew that East Indian was your favorite and wanted to fix you something ; really special," Joyce smiled, "Especially considering how you conveniently ; overlooked that I was being mind controlled while you took advantage of me ; sexually. And me not even a lesbian."
; ; "Uh, listen. About that, guys--"
; ; "Hey, don't give it a second thought," Greg shrugged. "That football player, ; uh, what was his name?"
; ; "Hank," Joyce supplied. "I've had his cock stuffed up inside me too, thanks to ; Jessica. She let him do that to me as long as he kept bringing me to her on a ; leash."
; ; "Yeah, Hank. He would have done the same thing in your place, Jessica. He ; would have stuck that hypodermic in anyone that tried to stop the conspiracy. ; So that he could keep using the victims to pander to his base desires, like a ; hyena feeding on leftovers from a lion's kill."
; ; They were all silent a moment.
; ; "Dinner was great," Greg sighed. "Why don't you go get ready, Joyce."
; ; Giggle. "I thought we'd never get to this part. I'll be back in a minute."
; ; "Where's, uhm ... she going?" Jessica pointed after the departing Joyce.
; ; "Don't worry, she'll be right back. Could you tell me again how there's no ; such thing as hypnosis or mind control, Jessica?"
; ; "Well," she shrugged, then reached for Greg's crotch to unzip him, "There's ; not. I've done two studies on it already. All the evidence points to the ; so-called 'phenomenon' -- could you raise your hips?"
; ; Greg did, and Jessica continued as she slid his pants off for him, "is nothing ; more than elaborate role playing, with the so-called 'subject' trying to ; please the so-called 'hypnotist'. God, you have a magnificent cock, Daddy."
; ; Wait a minute. That didn't fit there. She shouldn't be calling Greg Keener ; "Daddy". Nor should she be complementing him on how grand his erect penis was. ; But there it was ... all just really grand.
; ; She must be Bad Jess right now, she deduced.
; ; "Do you want to sit on it?"
; ; "Oh, please! Could I, Daddy?"
; ; "Stand and strip first. And tell me how Joyce could not possibly be mind ; controlled."
; ; "Well, she can't," Jessica began unbuttoning her blouse. "There's no such ; thing as mind control. Claims that 'the big bad conspiracy MADE me do that' ; belong right up there with reports about crop circles and Elvis sightings. ; They make for good tabloid press, but ... c'mon, get real, people." She ; dropped her blouse, unsnapped her bra and let it fall forward to expose her ; breasts.
; ; "And in Jessica's case in particular -- wait, I mean Joyce's case in ; particular."
; ; "Ah-ha," Greg pointed at her with a grin. "You just made a Freudian slip!"
; ; "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, even when it's buried inside a ; congressional intern," she huffed.
; ; Greg shook his head." What does that mean?"
; ; "It doesn't matter. What matters is that Joyce is so obviously repressing all ; these sides of her that she doesn't want other people to see until they just ; ... erupt." She let her skirt, then her panties drop to the floor, and she ; stood before him in just the four-inch heels she had slipped on for dinner.
; ; Joyce reappeared then, wearing only a pair of five-inch heel, thigh-high black ; leather boots, and carrying a very short leather riding crop.
; ; Joyce felt her buttocks squeeze in anticipation and a whimper escape her ; mouth.
; ; Soon Jessica had her lips wrapped around Greg's cock, her tongue massaging ; it's sensitive underside while Joyce stood behind her lightly slapping the ; crop on her ass cheeks.
; ; "How COULD you, Jessica?! How could you *DO* that to me?! How could you take ; my leash and make me perform lesbian tricks for you?!"
; ; "Mmm mmmrreee," she apologized around Greg's slobbered-up cock in her mouth.
; ; "How could you piss away my only escape -- YOUR only escape, too -- from these ; monsters?! Did you WANT to be just a sex puppet?! How could you stick that ; needle in my little brother?! He was going to SAVE us! Now he just wants to ; fuck your mouth while I spank your ass and shame you for the camera!"
; ; "Yeah," Greg gave his hips a little more oomph to push his cock a little ; further down Jessica's throat, eliciting a slight gag, "how could you?"
; ; "Mmm mmmreee."
; ; Joyce swatted her ass a couple more times, and Jessica started cumming, face ; impaled on cock, ass hiked up for shaming.
; ; "How COULD you?!"
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