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If you are younger than eighteen years
If sex is taboo to yourself or your peers
Then I ask, as a favor to me and to you
Read something else and tell this site adieu!

(c)2001 by Cat's sara. Please ask before posting this story 
elsewhere.

Thanks to all the people who've helped me through my difficult
times. This one's for you, for better or worse or in between...

- sara



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Lustre

by Cat's sara

Categories: MC, FF, FD, MF, MD

----

Part One

Robin pulled into her driveway, glad to finally be home. Fridays
usually had no meaning, since days off were few and far between. But
now, finally, she was getting a weekend off.

It had taken years to get this latest job, six months just to get
clearance. It was a dream she'd had for a long time, but now that she
had obtained it, it was taxing, to say the least. There were hours of
endless testing and data analysis, and strict deadlines. While it was
incredibly gratifying, the adjustments she'd had to make this last
year had been particularly grueling.

Lancaster Associates wasn't a company per se; it was an independent
research consortium with extensive funding from the clandestine
budget of one of the three-lettered government agencies... perhaps
all of them. The field was mind dynamics, and as a physicist with
three doctorates, Robin had been both a highly desired recruit and
burdened with her employer's high expectations.

Synaptic Training. That was what it was called. The official project
name was "The Effect of Laser and Ultrasonic Stimulation on the
Training Response of the Human Mind," or ELUSTRES, for the report
headings.

She'd had some ethical questions at first. Wasn't training someone
too fast for him or her to reject it a form of mind control? No, she
had been told. The application was simply a more efficient way to
train the military, reducing basic training and indoctrination to a
few short hours.

In addition, years of skills and of tactical and strategic
experience could be pumped in, available when needed. It wasn't
anything new or any more amoral than any kind of training... it just
happened faster. And just in case, they had hard-wired integrity and
ethical templates into the training devices, which set up a kind of
insulating barrier around the brain areas found to have those
qualities inherent in their patterning.

Needless to say, it had been very intense, and years of research had
gone into the project before Robin had arrived. The brain had to be
mapped in such a way as to account for changes in electron travel. It
had been a nearly impossible task, actually, until she was brought in.

It was hoped that she could bring fresh ideas to the project.

She had not disappointed. Her no-nonsense attitude and austere
demeanor betrayed an intense commitment to her work, and after only
two months, she came upon the idea of using a series of cascading
algorithms that could both map and rewrite synaptic response in such
a way as to make it entirely predictable.

As an added bonus, the process, if used correctly, gave them the
option of either making the changes reversible or permanent.

And ethics aside, Robin was going to be very rich. Even her nearly
pure scientific mind could see the practical application of not
having to worry about money ever again.

But right now, the work was done. The champagne had been ordered...
she had no doubt that the process would be successful in the first
human experiments, due the following Monday.

She had her own reward for a job well done, and she was going to
indulge herself. After showering and fixing a light dinner, Dr. Robin
Richards treated herself to her own private pleasure... vegetating on
the couch with an old movie and some popcorn.

----

Robin shifted in her bed, slowly moving upward through the layers of
sleep. She was about to drift back off when she heard a sigh from
inside her room. Her eyes popped wide open and her heart leapt to her
throat. She lay quietly trying to hide that fact that she had
awakened.

"Don't bother lying still, Dr. Richards. My display has already told
me you're awake. Besides, you quit breathing so deeply." Robin cursed
silently and turned over quickly, trying to show confidence that she
didn't feel inside.

 From the pitch of the voice, it was impossible to tell if it came
from a man or a woman. Robin sat up slowly, and felt a slight
pressure on her head as the room turned

*green.*

"That's right, Dr. Richards. You have a device on your head we
rather humorously have dubbed a 'mindshredder.' It slices! It dices!
It tosses your thoughts around like so much salad! Or... you could
call it a puzzle. A puzzle where all the pieces fit no matter how
they fall. And we know just how they should fall. You are about to be
'*reoriented*', for lack of a better word. And you will never know
the difference."

"Who are 'we'," Robin said, trying to sound intimidating.
Unfortunately, her voice was only nervous and squeaky in her ears.

"We are who you are going to work for, from now on. You're going to
simply *love* your new job."

Robin let herself adjust to the strange, green light. It had the odd
effect of making her room look a little like a hologram.

She was looking at the wall, and tried to move her eyes to the
right, towards the voice of her assailant. They didn't cooperate. It
wasn't a fight. The possibility simply didn't exist. It was like
trying to levitate six inches above her bed. It just didn't work that
way.

She felt them widen instead, until they were stretched so wide that
it was almost painful, as if they were being held open.

A small part of her mind clamped off, looking analytically at the
situation. *Impressive, to say the least. Basic motor control from an
outside source. Problematic, but obviously possible...*

"Are you in love, Dr. Richards?"

"No." The instant response startled her. It must have been the
oddity of the question, coming out of left field.

"You will be. With Gretchen. Gretchen Samuels. Goddess, Owner,
Lover, She Who Must Be Obeyed. She will be your contact. She will be
your *life*."

Robin laughed, surprised that it came out. This was like some badly
made "B" movie script. "Don't know Gretchen," she spat, the mix of
fear and ridiculous delusions of this intruder creating a kind of
muted lunacy that bounced around on the inside of her skull.

"That's because we've only just met." said the voice. "Time to
begin, my loveliness."

A small, red square appeared on the wall up and to the right of
where Robin was involuntarily staring. Almost instantaneously, her
eyes shifted to it. Then a blue square appeared far to the left.
Again her eyes shifted before she even realized it was happening. It
was an odd sensation, to say the least. It happened so fast that
instead of feeling like her eyes were moving, it was more like the
wall was shifting in space and bringing the square to the center of
her vision.

More colors and squares appeared, and Robin's eyes obeyed instantly.
They began to come faster and faster, until to the outside observer
there was merely a blur of colors flashing on the wall.

*Faster.*

The image was looking like a kaleidoscope now, but to Robin, it was
only a shifting pattern of small colored squares. To her, the room
was becoming a blur, a fog of relentless motion that was making her
dizzy and sick. She found that the only way to reduce her nausea was
to relax and let the squares come... to use them as something on
which she could focus.

She noticed a slight feeling of euphoria overtaking her, moving
forward from the back of her head. She let herself give in to it...
it was the only relief from the sickening pace of the blurred room.

*Faster.*

Her body, still sitting still, began to feel distant. She realized
that her brain was starting to ignore it, since it was anchored to
the spinning room. Slowly, she let her feelings and sensations go. It
was just too hard to hang on.

Her thoughts were becoming harder to put together... the increasing
pull of the square, the only sane thing in her suddenly insane world,
was no help to her if she distracted herself with thoughts. Slowly,
her awareness of her surroundings dissipated into the green fog that
the room had become.

*Faster.*

Gretchen watched eagerly as Robin's eyes vibrated into a bluish
blur, her body slack, mouth falling open, almost like a metaphor for
the cavern that was growing inside of her mind as it came apart in so
many pieces.

It was a cavern Gretchen was about to fill.

With relish.

With obedience.

With *lust*.

She looked down at her monitor just as the indicators showed that
Robin was ready for the next step.

Robin noticed that the square seemed to be floating in space in
front of her now, three dimensionally sitting in the center of a
greenish mist of untold depth... a mist that she barely remembered
used to be her room, her body.

It was changing shape, too... elongating vertically, softening,
becoming flesh-colored and multi-faceted. She watched as it elongated
and grew, adding more detail. Her eyes felt like they were straining
to see what was next, what it was becoming, and then, with incredible
clarity, she saw. She knew. It was the body of a Goddess.

She realized with a start that she was being manipulated and fought
to control her eyes, but she was too far gone to do anything but
wince in pain. The woman was the only thing she could see, the only
thing she could focus on, the only thing she could even *think*...
she was completely beyond words now.

The pleasure of it was too strong to ignore. As the last vestiges of
her barriers collapsed, Robin realized that endorphins and dopamine
were releasing into her mind, creating a kind of insane sensation of
oneness with the image... a witch's brew of mind-altering chemistry
that would be completely untraceable.

And then, she *was* one with everything she could see.

And all she could see was...

"*Gretchen,*" came the voice. It sounded vaguely familiar, but it
was of no consequence. The name echoed through her, and caressed her
pleasure centers, making her gasp in inspiration and recognition of
holiness.

"Gretchen Samuels. Goddess. She who must be obeyed. She to whom you
give your love, and your life. Your adoration. Your very *soul*."

The words etched into her empty synapses, drawing her inward,
consuming her, until they were no longer even words. They were the
essence of existence.

It was not merely belief.

It was not opinion.

It was concrete, unchangeable fact.

"Obedience is not even a word you need to think. It is what you
*are*, Robin. Robin is obedience to Gretchen. Every motion, every act
is love and surrender. There is no other way."

But Robin didn't even hear the words, now. They were simply the
stanchions that were the foundation of her existence.

And there were many more words to come.

And come they did.

So did Robin, many times, before she fell back into the land of
dreams.

----

"Douglas, I'll be ready in a moment. I just need to check on a bad
reading from one of the checksums." Robin's brow furrowed as she
opened a panel and pulled a module out of the activation console.

"Damn it, I knew it couldn't go perfectly," cursed Douglas, looking
on from behind the control room glass. "How serious is it?"

"Not too bad..." Robin said, sounding distracted as she focused on
the analyzer. "But I'm going to have to replace the 862 series
control board module. Good thing I made some spares."

"I don't care what Dr. Shenander says, you're an angel," said
Douglas, the relief in his voice coming even through the speaker.
"How long?"

"About thirty minutes," answered Robin. *Please don't let him say
'groovy',* Robin thought.

"Groovy."

Robin winced and carried the unit back to her personal lab.

*There is no secret. I'm just not telling them what I'm doing and
letting them watch, like a good little slut-puppet,* thought Robin,
humming happily as she retrieved the spare unit. It had taken her
nearly fourteen hours to create a passable dummy for the ethical
protection unit, but she had finally managed by simply having another
unit cancel it out.

Gretchen had even allowed her to cum while she licked at her
Goddess's Holy Altar of Passion.

*Gretchen. God,* thought Robin, feeling her pussy go wet at the mere
thought of her Owner. *Goddess*! she corrected, giggling as tremors
of pleasure washed through her. She had to stop in the hall on the
way back to let the reward of her success stream through her body.

Once she made it back to the Procedure Room, she placed the unit
carefully into its docking port, and announced that everything was
nominal and that the experiment could proceed. Then, entering the
control room, she walked up behind Douglas, who was busy studying the
experiment protocols one last time.

"Sweet dreams, Dougie," she said, giggling. She pulled her hand out
of her pocket and plunged a hypodermic deeply into his arm, quickly
depressing the plunger. His head jerked up and he spun, only to keep
spinning slowly down to the floor.

Leaving him there, Robin met Dr. Shenander as she walked towards the
control room. "Vera, there's something I need to ask you," she said,
stopping in front of the sexy team leader. *Sexy...* thought Robin,
*funny I never noticed before...*

Looking into her colleague's eyes, Robin pulled a tazer out of her
pocket and said, "Do these things really work?"

"Guess they do!" she said, answering herself and giggling as she
dragged the collapsed body of Dr. Shenander towards the Procedure
Room. "In case you can hear me, Vera, you're going to simply *love*
your new job!"


----

Part Two

Vera Shenander's body ached. She was disoriented. It almost felt
like she was strapped to a table. It took a moment for the reality to
sink in.

She *was* strapped to a table. Tightly. She couldn't move her head
or limbs at all, except to pull uselessly on her muscles. She looked
at the lights on the ceiling, noticing that she now wore some kind of
transparent visor, trying to see if the could get some sense of where
she was. But it wasn't her eyes that gave her the answer.

It was the whine of the Elustres device.

"Welcome back to the real world, Vera," said Robin, through the
speaker from the control room. "Well, at least reality as you now
know it," she added, sounding slightly amused, "which is subject to
change without prior notice."

"Robin - what the fuck is this?" Vera demanded, her anger flaring.

"Why, it's the birth of a new direction for Lancaster Associates,
Vera. Dr. Lancaster is lying here asleep on the floor, so I'm moving
forward with his tacit approval."

"New direction?"

"Yes, Doctor. We are all going to be working for a new employer.
Gretchen Samuels. I know you don't recognize the name. I will assist
in your education. Then you and I will assist in the education of the
entire team. Don't worry, it's a much more... *mmmmmmmm*...
fulfilling career choice," purred Robin. "Well, 'choice' may not be
the best word..."

"I don't understand, Robin. Please... just let me down and talk to
me about what's going on," said Vera, fighting through the fog,
trying desperately to put conviction and self-assurance into her
words. "I'm assuming you plan to use the Elustres device on me, but
all it has to offer are strategic and tactical guides. You already
know you can't change my ethical base... you designed the circuitry
to be foolproof yourself. The machine will shut down if you even try,
so there's nothing to gain. You're not well. There's nothing to
accomplish. Please, Robin, let's talk for a little bit."

"Yes... you're right, Dr. Shenander. There's nothing for me to
gain," said Robin, starting to sound like she was thinking to
herself. Vera relaxed a bit. Now, if she could just keep this going...

"But then again, if that's so, you have nothing to worry about, and
the gain will totally be yours, in knowledge and understanding,"
giggled Robin. Vera felt her heart sink. This was completely out of
character for Dr. Richards. Normally stern and disciplined, she was
cackling like a lunatic. Vera was sure that the woman had finally
cracked after months of strain.

"That reminds me," continued Robin. "I worked all weekend to come up
with a replacement for the 862 unit. It no longer acts only as a
stasis inducer. It's now something I've named the 'ethics
subrogator'. It gets around the failsafe by mimicking the ethics of
the subject... a kind of feedback loop that keeps the Elustres device
from noticing any changes. I thought you might appreciate my
brilliance. You do, don't you?"

Vera did. And she also came face to face with the real danger of her
situation. She did the only thing she knew to do.

She screamed.

Robin didn't seem to notice.

"The visor on your head is part of another device... one you're not
likely to be familiar with. It's called a 'Mindshredder'. It was
invented by a loathsome clod named William Meyer. It's kind of like a
thought reorganizer... reshapes everything from core beliefs to
everyday inanities. Luckily, Gretchen, my Goddess, and soon to be
yours, was able to get it from him, and use it to put him to a better
use; namely, worshipping Gretchen and working feverishly to improve
the device. And now, she is dedicating the device to an even higher
purpose.

"That purpose is the creation of a personal Sapphic Dynasty. Just
think of what your life could be like with a woman in control... with
*Gretchen* in power... free from the male constructs that determine
how lives should be lived? What paradigms will finally be finally
gone? It's wondrous!

"Do you know why women are so hard to work for? Why they are bitchy
in business and politics? It's because they are operating under
imperatives that are the equivalent of shoes that are too tight! It's
like a computer program that is generations old but still has faulty
code as its basis! You can't *modify* it to make it right. You have
to completely rewrite it!" enthused Robin.

"You're fucking insane," said Vera, softly.

"No, I'm fucking a vibrator, thinking of your tongue lapping at my
pussy and asshole. It's time to begin."

Vera jerked as the room suddenly turned... *green.* She felt her
body fall into a kind of limp paralysis, as if the control of her
muscles had been bypassed to somewhere else. Her eyes widened and she
stared into the ceiling.

As they bulged impossibly, she had the oddest sensation that the
room was moving. She knew rationally that the table was being turned
upright, but her balance and sense of place had vanished, and her
brain, at its deepest level, was telling her that she was the center
of the universe around which everything else revolved.

She became dizzy as Robin danced around her, moving crazily around
her, releasing her from the table restraints. She knew it was not the
case... that Robin was moving normally, but Vera's disorientation
seemed to be growing by the second. She also realized that the straps
were no longer needed... this device, whatever it was, was more
effective than any physical bindings.

And then, Robin was gone. Nothing happened for the next few minutes.
Her mind was still screaming, but finally quieted as she realized it
was useless.

The room moved again and brought a small red square to the center of
her vision. She realized her eyes had moved, but again, the lack of
any outside stimulus gave her the uncanny sensation that the image
had been brought to her, and not the other way around.

She felt resigned curiosity creep in on her as the room moved again,
and again, and the color of the square slowly changed. She quit
paying attention to her surroundings. For some reason, she found the
experience so... fascinating.

In fact, she was losing all sense of the room at all, and a kind of
feeling of wellness began to move through her in a gentle... no, a
*seductive* wave.

As the room disappeared into a green foggy blur, she saw that there
was no way to fight this, even if she wanted to. She knew she was
trapped, and it added a kind of indifference, like someone who has...

Her thought ended abruptly as the square changed, became three-
dimensional, and transmuted slowly, captivatingly, into the form of a
woman... the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Waves of deep
euphoria waltzed on her skin, inside her belly, and tap-danced her
swelling clitoris. There was no resistance. There was only this
reality. There was only...

"Gretchen," came the voice of... of...

"Gretchen Samuels. Goddess. Supreme Sovereign. The Perfect Woman you
live for and obey."

"She is your love, your life, Vera. You define yourself only by your
relationship to Her and Her desires and needs. Obedience is not a
concept, Vera, it is what you *are*. You are obedience. Vera is
obedience to Gretchen. You are pleasure. You are eternal adoration
and devotion. You are... slave. You are slut-puppet.

"Your cunt comes alive at the thought of Her. You cum openly at the
honor of pleasing Her, and Her mere words cause you to silently
climax. You live for this. You live for Gretchen. Everything else is
secondary. You will hide your slavery only when it serves the greater
purpose of gaining more acceptable recruits for Gretchen. You are
starved for Her, addicted to Her... you cannot live without Her. Your
deepest cravings are only for Her and those who serve Her. Your
pleasure brings only deeper obedience, and deeper obedience only
brings greater pleasure, even when it goes against everything you
have ever known or believed."

The emptiness of Vera's mind soaked it all up like a sponge. She
could feel the rational and emotional objections of her past her mind
slipping, and then turning on her, telling her over and over that
this was right and good. So good.

It was as if a veil was being lifted and she was seeing her reason
for existence for the first time. It was like a puzzle falling
together in a way that made more sense than anything she had ever
known. Her hips began to gyrate and moans escaped her lips. Her
tongue salivated and her pussy began to drip juices down her leg.

Robin was already on the verge of cumming, watching the Mindshredder
manipulate Vera's body, teaching her the motions and reactions that
would please Gretchen. She was only able to continue her instructions
out of the pure obedience that had become her life. Wave after
beautiful wave of fire swept through her wet, randy loins as she
continued.

"Whatever your sexual orientation has been is of no consequence. You
love women. Only women can bring you pleasure. Only women are worthy
of your love and obedience. And Gretchen is the Goddess above all to
whom you devote every thought and dream. Say it, Vera. Feel the
vibrations deep in the core of your being."

Vera felt something hard and brittle move up through her mind, a
spear of final resistance that she grasped desperately. She had to
hang on... just one more moment, and then one more...

"Noooo..." she gasped, fighting with every ounce of remaining
strength.

"Thank you, Vera," came Robin's voice. "It usually takes more to get
to someone's core of resistance, but you've done *sooo* well.
Gretchen will be very pleased."

Vera felt the spear suddenly transform and wrap around her mind like
a serpent, bathing her in pleasure as the last of her defenses were
not destroyed, but corrupted into the strong, unstoppable realization
of her destiny.

"Now, Vera, say it. Feel it," cooed Robin, her breathing fast and
excited.

"I... love women," started Vera, barely able to speak through the
mind-numbing passion she felt. It was as if she were breathing her
own super-heated lust. "Only women can bring me pleasure. Only women
are worthy of my love and obedience!"

Vera felt her enthusiasm growing as the words became more and more
true. "AND GRETCHEN IS THE GODDESS ABOVE ALL TO WHOM I 
DEVOTE EVERY THOUGHT AND DREAM!!!"

Robin teetered on the edge of her climax as she watched Vera drool
and writhe on the table, no longer in need of any coaxing,
transformed and corrupted into the newest slut-puppet of her Goddess.

"The word 'lesbian' makes your clit spark and crackle with lust. The
word 'dyke' makes you moan softly in deepening arousal. You are and
have always been obsessed with women alone, with no shame or
reservation.

"Insatiable. Militant. You lust after all women of all ages and all
body types, regardless of attractiveness. You recruit them as
Gretchen sees fit. You always recruit in a way that is efficient and
will not endanger Gretchen in any way. You use every strategy and
tactic you know. You know this. You never question it. It is life and
pleasure. It is the Will of Gretchen.

"You are climaxing now, Vera. It is the promise of Gretchen. It is
the reward of Gretchen. As you climax, know and accept that your
surrender is complete. Know that this is your new and perfect life.
When you have fully surrendered, you will commit the final act of
your previous, ignorant life. You will simply say, 'I pray the
Goddess accept Her slut'."

Vera felt the rise of her loins, the tickling of every nerve in her
body. It was so far beyond love and even sex that she would betray
anything, anyone to achieve what it promised. God? There was no God.
There was no loyalty, no need, no sacrifice that did not belong to
Gretchen.

Her eyes widened and dilated fully as spasms began to romp through
her body like demons of unquenchable lust.

The desire became pain, driving her deeper and deeper towards the
promised pleasure and bliss of Gretchen's Will... the ache was a
torturous burn within the well of her soul, and she felt, almost as
if it were someone else, her lips open and whisper... "I pray... the
Goddess... accept... Her slut..."

And then, like a crystal chalice reflecting the light of a hundred
suns, she came. It was eternal. It was beyond life or death. It was
pure white, inescapable, burning away all that she had been that
would not please her Goddess.

It was... the Will of Gretchen.


----

Part Three

Melissa Palmisano sat in the back seat of the SUV, unseen by outside
eyes, thanks to the nearly black tint of the windows. It was a risk
to be here, regardless, but some risks were necessary in order to
move things forward.

She wondered if Vera and Robin had been kept in the same holding
cell. If so, they had probably put on quite a show for the other
inmates and the cameras. Her hand drifted casually down to the
wetness of her snatch as she thought of the tallish, athletic Robin
face-to-crotch with the dark red nymph that Vera had become... an
obsessed sixty-nine as the two women stretched their legs wider and
wider, tongues lashing and torturing each others' swollen sex, clits
throbbing with the song of mindless pleasure...

She mewled as her own climax approached, her mind reeling with every
blissful nuance, as it had ever since her inhibitions had been
stripped away and she had been reborn.

Data entry seemed like another life. So drab... so dead and
colorless... so unlike the exuberant life she had now been given. The
mere memory of her change overheated her loins, and she came, body
thrashing uncontrollably as she remembered what she had been, and
what her awakening had brought to her.

Finally, after several minutes, her spent body, sweaty from her
effort, sank back, the SUV now filled with the aroma of her naked,
wanton sex.

*Thank you, Gretchen,* she quietly thought.

The beeping from the monitoring device awakened her from her reverie
and she flipped up the screen. As expected, she had a first-person
picture of walking down a hallway, escorted by two guards. Vera's
glasses were working perfectly.

She slipped on her own visor and earbuds, and switched to targeting
mode. She felt dizzy as the two-dimensional image from the screen
transferred to the three-dimensional reality of the visor. It always
took a few minutes to get oriented, but after a few moments of
vertigo, she was quite at home looking out from Vera's point of view.

She walked through the door of a small interrogation room and felt
herself sitting down, although they were phantom feelings. It was
difficult not to feel some physical sensation... it was similar to,
but much more profound than the feelings of the "visual surround"
movies of her youth.

An agent came down and sat across the table from her. So this was
Special Agent Amanda Jessop. Vera had been correct. This woman was a
prime candidate for recruitment. Brunette and curly-haired, with a
lean face, high cheekbones and the cutest upturn in her nose... she
had a body that made Melissa shiver with the anticipation of her "re-
alignment".

All the drills of the past months kicked in and she waited for
sustained eye contact. It was the same interview as always, mostly
going over the embezzled funds that had been hung on Dr. Doug
Lancaster, suspicions of Vera's and Robin's involvement, and the
temporary suspension of the rest of the staff.

Melissa laughed. The staff was never truly suspended. They just
changed location and went covert. They were busier now than they had
ever been while working at the lab. Physical location had nothing to
do with their devotion to their Goddess, or to their destiny.

Finally, after mostly friendly banter, the agent asked a question
that was supposed to get a startled, betraying response from Vera.
"So tell me, Dr. Shenander," said the agent, sugar dripping off of
her tongue, "what exactly is a... 'Mindshredder'?"

The agent, sure that she had found something, caught Vera in an
expectant, knowing stare.

Suppressing a giggle, Melissa aimed the targeting lasers at the
woman's pupils and pressed the button that would start the process of
showing the agent more than she had wanted to know.

Things that she would, happily, never question again.

Technology was always moving forward. It was such a wonderful thing.

----

Amanda, Agent Jessop, stared intensely as she let the question sink
home. For some reason, the eye contract felt more forceful than
usual... more powerful. She let the smallest smile grace her lips as
she watched Dr. Shenander struggle to find a confused answer.

After a moment, the woman finally spoke. "No one was supposed to
know about that," she said, almost in a whisper.

"Why?" pressed Amanda, letting her eyes widen. By God, getting this
reaction was making it feel *good* to stare.

"Well, it was something that wasn't really a regular part of the
project. Dr. Lancaster was embezzling. We knew that. In the end, we
had to use the MS device to draw him out of the shadows," explained
Vera.

"Did it affect his mind? Like the Elustre Device?" continued Amanda.
She couldn't believe her good fortune. She would have given her eye
teeth for the observers to be here behind the mirror. This early
morning interrogation had been spur of the moment, and now she was
paying the price. She let the thought go. The video cameras would
catch it.

"Yes, you could say it affected his mind. But no, the Mindshredder
is not for training... it's for... enlightening," said Vera, her
voice purring.

"I see. So you enlightened Dr. Lancaster, causing him to turn
himself in?"

"Well, I guess you could say that. The explanation is a bit more
complex."

Amanda felt a shimmering buzz at the back of her head. This was what
she lived for: getting at the truth, unlocking the vault of mystery.
Still staring, she said, rather flatly, "I have all the time it
takes, Vera."

"As you wish. But you have to get into the mindset at the lab. You
have to think like I think. Can you do that, Amanda?"

Amanda felt a slight shock as Vera addressed her informally. She
looked up at the clock on the wall. Except she saw Vera's eyes there.
No, wait. She hadn't looked. It didn't matter. She had to find out
the secret. "Yes, I can do that."

"Good. So as I tell you, just think it yourself. It will all become
very clear to you," soothed Vera.

"Right," said Amanda. Vera noticed that the agent's eyes were
beginning to look a little glassy from staring. It was time to test
the water. "Blink, Amanda."

Amanda blinked and continued to stare. Her eyes were becoming watery
and dilated, now. Things were progressing quite smoothly. Vera felt a
twitch in her pussy as her inquisitor's lips parted slightly, her
breathing becoming slow and steady.

"I think that Dr. Lancaster is guilty as hell. He obviously has been
working alone on this. The rest of the staff has only been doing
their jobs. Investigating them is not only pointless, it verges on
criminal harassment. I have to make sure he pays his debt to society."

"What do you think, Amanda?"

Amanda worked her way up through the fog. She'd been asked a
question. That didn't seem right, but it was there to answer. She
searched Vera's... no, her thoughts... it was so hard to tell which
was which. Finally, the answer presented itself. "I think that Dr.
Lancaster is guilty as hell. He obviously has been working alone on
this. The rest of the staff has only been doing their jobs.
Investigating them is not only pointless, it verges on criminal
harassment. I have to make sure he pays his debt to society."

"Yes," continued Vera, "and that is what I should tell all the
agents I work with. And in secret, I need to make sure that any
evidence to the contrary, including the tape and record of this
interview, is destroyed. Everything must point to Dr. Lancaster,
since he is corrupt and evil."

Amanda repeated every word, the thoughts now her own, shaped and
weaved irrevocably into her consciousness.

"And even when others disagree, I hold fast. I am fanatical about
it. That is because I serve a higher purpose. I serve an ideal that
is embodied in my Goddess. My Goddess is Gretchen Samuels. She is my
secret Goddess. I obey and love her. Adore her. Desire only her
pleasure. In fact, my obedience is so deep that it is less than a
thought. I am obedience to Gretchen."

Amanda, now mumbling the words, repeating them even as Vera
continued, followed with her own litany, "...obedience to Gretchen."

Vera smiled. Amanda smiled. Vera felt her lust rise and continued,
"I am, and always have been a woman who only loved women,
emotionally... physically. A... oh, my, yes... a lesbian. And since
finding Gretchen, I love and obey only Her and Her followers. I am
nothing more and nothing less than Gretchen's hot little bitch. It is
as permanent as granite. To doubt Gretchen is torture... to betray
Gretchen is to die..."

Vera smiled. Who but Gretchen would know that Amanda would be such a
good little sponge...
----

"I have to congratulate you, Agent Jessop, on the diligent effort
you've put forward to solve this case. I've rarely seen such a
thorough investigation."

"Thank you, sir," said Amanda, beaming. It wasn't just the praise of
her superior that created her joy. It was even more the fact that she
had pleased Gretchen enough to receive the reward of a night
worshipping the crotch of her Goddess.

"In fact," continued the Assistant Director, "it's led to something
quite extraordinary. You have been given an assignment about which
even I have not been allowed to know the details. You are to report
to the address in this envelope. I know it's all very cloak-and-
dagger sounding, but there you have it."

"No idea at all?" questioned Amanda. "That's awfully strange..."

"Yes, but in twelve years, I've learned to live with strange. You
should have seen the two agents I used to work with..."

"I'll do my best, sir," said Amanda, gravely.

"I'm sure you will, Agent Jessop."

Amanda walked down the hall to her office and closed the door.
Sitting down at her desk, she opened the envelope and read the
contents. Then, she tilted back in her chair, and began to giggle,
her hand snaking beneath the waistband of her panties, furiously
pinching and circling her rapidly swelling clit...

----

The room was even darker than normal. The sound of quiet discussion
belied the intensity of the meeting. Even the age and unseen history
of the elegant furnishings seemed to press inward, transforming
average looking men into Medieval Landowners at the Altar of Power.

Eventually, the voices faded into silence, awaiting comment from the
fifty-ish patriarch at the head of the table.

"We are here to welcome our newest members, gentlemen. In a moment,
they will all be brought in. Although you will see an obvious break
with tradition, I ask that you indulge me. I also ask that you make
no comment as to what you are about to witness. There are some
strategic advantages to what you will see that may not be immediately
obvious."

Muted grumbling was followed by words from a man seated nearby at
the table.

"As you wish, Mr. One."

"Mr. Seven, please bring in the candidates."

The lights over the men faded, bathing them in shadows, and
spotlights bathed the area just inside the entrance, making the men
in the room, for all intents and purposes, invisible. A young man of
perhaps twenty-six went to the door, stepped outside, and returned
with four women.

Mr. One spoke softly, "Medusa watches."

The women shifted, stiffening and staring straight ahead.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet our newest members. From left to
right, let me introduce them. Our delectable buxom scarlet-haired
bombshell with glasses is Dr. Vera Shenander. Next, slightly shorter,
with a severe look that hides incredible brilliance, and even more
incredible passion, is Dr. Robin Richards.  The little plaything
beside her is Melissa Palmisano, an absolute jewel of stealthy
observation. And lastly, let me introduce our inductee fresh from the
bowels of the FDI, Ms. Amanda Jessop.

These women have been hand-picked, gentlemen. Henceforth, in this
chamber, and *only* this chamber, they shall be known as Mr. Eight,
Mr. Nine, Mr. Ten and Mr. Eleven."

Mr. One looked around the men seated at the table with a hint of glee.

"I know you didn't expect women to be joining us. However, dangerous
times sometimes call for a break with tradition, no matter how
hallowed it may be.

"Questions?"

Mr. Three began. "Well, the obvious question is why women? With the
Julia Shelton crisis, it would seem women would be the *last* thing
we'd want. Certainly with her talents, she'll figure out that they
work with us and will retaliate."

"A good point," agreed Mr. One. "But I've come up with a rather
unique idea. Ms. Shelton has established herself as the head of a
lesbian Matriarchy, whose apparent goal is world domination. But
there may be a way around her defenses. These women will be
infiltrators.


Mr. Five spat, "Then it's even more dangerous. We know what Ms.
Shelton can do. I don't particularly relish putting my mouth around
the barrel of a loaded pistol, like my late comrades."

Mumblings of agreement moved around the table.

"Just wait and hear me out, gentlemen. I'm sure that shortly it will
all be much more clear to you. Having control of Julia is the key,"
said Mr. One, quietly.

"The last Board of Eleven tried that, Mr. One, and failed
miserably," said Mr. Two.

"Which is why they failed, Mr. Two. It was not Julia who should have
been marked for coercion, and not even her followers. We need someone
innocent. Somone militant in her loyalty. These women, who have never
met Julia, are completely and irrevocably in the thrall of someone
named Gretchen Samuels."

"I don't follow," Mr. Six interjected.

"You will, old friend. Now, please, everyone be quiet as I
demonstrate."

Mr. One turned to the four women at the far end of the table.
"Aphrodite responds," he stated flatly.

The women visibly relaxed and smiled, seemingly unaware that they
had been frozen, and completely at home in their surroundings.

"Come and worship your Goddess, slut-puppets," added Mr. One.

The women moaned and began to slowly remove their clothes, walking
around the table as they dropped their attire on the floor. By the
time they reached the chair of Mr. One, they were visibly trembling,
licking their lips and mewling softly in arousal.

Mr. One stood, and all four women knelt before him. "Goddess, may
our minds and bodies ever bring you pleasure," whispered Amanda.

The other quickly joined in.

"Yes, praise our glorious Goddess!"

"She is our Divine Inspiration and Purpose!"

"Yes, Obedience and Love to Gretchen forever!"

The confused looks around the table amused Mr. One, and he took
Robin's chin in his hand. "The others around the table are my holy
consort, which you are joining, my precious slut-puppets. Robin,
please tell them who I am, so that they may know that you know and
live in Truth."

"You are the Almighty Goddess Gretchen Samuels, my Goddess!" bubbled
Robin, as ecstatic tears washed her cheeks. "You are the Perfect
Deity of All Eternity and my only reason for every breath is to serve
You!"

The shocked silence of the room was absolutely delicious.

"Vera, what is your sexual orientation?" asked Mr. One, feigning
innocence.

"I am a lesbian, Goddess, as it has always been and ever shall be."

"That's right, Vera. Melissa, who is it that you desire.?"

"The followers of Gretchen, and above all, my Goddess Gretchen
Herself! I mean Yourself!" shouted Melissa, enraptured by the sight
of the Holy Queen.

Mr. One unfastened his belt and let his pants drop, and then his
boxers, as the luscious women took the unspoken cue and helped him
step out of them, removing his socks and shoes as they went. His
immense cock sprang forward. "Amanda, how do you explain this?"

"It is the Holy Appendage of Gretchen, my Queen. You have the power
to manifest Yourself any way You see fit. It is the Cock of Absolute
Desire."

"Very good. I am well pleased in all of you. Amanda, you may be the
first to taste my Holy Flesh."

At the words of praise, all four women collapsed in screaming fits
of orgasm, fingers dancing in their crotches and wantonly tasting
their own juices to entertain their Owner.

Amanda slowly rose to her knees, and stretched out her pointed
tongue to tease the tip of the engorged member, savoring the pre-
seminal fluid that was dripping from it. She licked her lips and
slowly slid her mouth over and down the turgid shaft, her body
quivering with her own arousal at the honor which had been bestowed
upon her.

"Pleasure each other, pets, as Amanda pleasures Me," said Mr. One,
his own voice becoming shaky with excitement. Around the table, the
wide-eyed faces of the other board members stayed riveted to the
display, hands moving underneath the table, unable to deny their own
growing lust.

The women fell to each other, hugrily licking and tasting, finally
falling into a daisy chain, tongues to pussies and assholes,
fingernails raking over wanton, aroused womanflesh, glorying in their
depravity before their Goddess.

Amanda picked up her pace, swallowing Mr. One's cock again and
again, fucking him with her mouth. Her saliva drooled out of her
mouth and she reached back to press a finger into his clenching
asshole, driving his hips into wilder and wilder gyrations, as even
*he* lost sight of the room and his companions.

Suddenly, he felt his prick swell and explode into her waiting
mouth, and he groaned loudly, followed by gasp after gasp as she
swallowed every drop of his holy cum.

And then she fell to her own oblivion, cumming from the pleasure she
had given, the orgasm for the moment slaking her addiction to the
pleasure only her Goddess could provide.

As the other members of the Board began to groan with their own
climaxes, Mr. One began to laugh... and laugh... and laugh...

----

Mr. One peered around the table, every seat filled, finally, after
so long a time. He looked at the newest recruits... possibly the most
rabid loyalists ever to grace this chamber. "Oh, my precious slaves,"
he said, the evil syrup of his words flowing tangibly down the table,
"please don your halos."

The four women reached down and lifted transparent visors, placing
them on their heads, pressing small earbuds into place. Mr. One,
looking down at the small console before him, pressed a button, and
smiled as their eyes began to vibrate and then seemingly disappear as
the Mindshredder took hold.

"Gentlemen, this demonstration was the final test. Now we begin my
plan in earnest. These four women, with their many talents, will no
longer serve Gretchen Samuels, but Julia Shelton. The only difference
is, that for them, *I* will be Julia Shelton, their perfect Goddess.
As they infiltrate her organization, and they are led into obedience,
their thoughts will coincide with every other convert... except when
they think of her, it is me that they will see. And when they see
Julia herself, they will see what they consider to be a blasphemous,
malevolent impostor.

"As you can see, their very definitions of what is feminine and what
is masculine can be so obscured and convoluted as to make them
unreadable by our nemesis, and once they are within her inner circle,
they will either use the Mindshredder on her, and elicit her
obedience to us, or Julia Shelton will die."

And, in an event so rare as to be unrecorded in the journals of the
Board of Eleven, the room filled with thunderous applause.




----

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