The knock on the front door came as no surprise to either Mackenzie or Molly. Stephanie Blanchard had been invited over to discuss Kenzie's college plans. It was unusual for a high school counselor to come to a student's home, but Molly had been adamant.

As she told it, Mackenzie had made some sort of academic breakthrough, and the counselor was needed to discuss real working strategies for getting into whatever college Mackenzie set her sites on. Molly had stressed - quite successfully - that it was going to take more than an hour in the office.

Stephanie had no shortage of mixed feelings. She didn't want to appear to be playing favorites in any way. The last thing she needed was a storm of calls from fuming parents, asking why a girl whose academic record so far had been only moderately acceptable would receive such caring and preferential treatment.

The truth was that she cared about all the students. She cared in a way that would not let her ignore the desire of someone to step into academia more fully... and more seriously. And she knew of no better way to ascertain a real shift in motivation than to visit Mackenzie Edwards and her mother at home.

As the door opened, she smiled and extended her hand. "You must be Mrs. Edwards," she said, smiling warmly as the woman took her hand.

"Please, Ms. Blanchard, call me Molly. We're both really excited you could come and talk with us."

"Oh, it's no problem at all. And likewise, please call me Stephanie. I'd hate for this to be one-sided."

"Stephanie it is, then," said Molly, still holding the counselor's hand. She looked down and blushed. "Oh! Where are my manners? Please, come in!"

"Thank you, Ms... um... Molly."

She stepped inside and followed Molly to a nicely furnished living room. As she was led to a chair, she asked, "So you say Mackenzie has had some kind of breakthrough? An awakening?"

"Yes... it's really surprised us all," said Molly.

"Is it attitude, or is it that she is suddenly more able to learn? I don't mean that she wasn't able before, but which does it feel like?"

"Well, both, kind of. It's like she's suddenly found something inside but it has really helped her grow by leaps and bounds. It's like..." said Molly, stuggling for the words with which she could continue.

"Like you're seeing a part of her you've never seen before?" Stephanie said, trying to be helpful. "I mean, you're not the only one who's mentioned a change in her scholastics. I checked with her teachers, and each of them has seen a remarkable change over the last few weeks. It's a little early to tell if it it's going to last, but she's a Junior this year, and it's her last year to make an impression, really, so it's worth making the effort now while she's enthusiastic."

"Yes. Yes, that's it exactly," said Molly, smiling brightly. "I'm so glad you understand. The problem is, where do we go from here?"

"Okay... why don't we start with what has brought about such a change?"

"Should she be here with us?" asked Molly.

"Not just yet. I want your impressions going in."

Molly's face went blank for a moment before she smiled and answered, "I think it mostly has to do with her Learning Ball."

"Her what?"

"Her Learning Ball. It's something she found on the Internet. She was really excited about it. It seemed kind of silly to me, but I figured anything that would get her interested in doing better in school couldn't be all bad. So we ordered the full kit."

"And it's made this kind of difference? You know, Molly, it may just be coincidence. These gimmicks are usually a sort of placebo... real learning changes come from a deeper change inside, not some gizmo."

"Maybe so, but Mackenzie really thinks it has helped, and I can't deny the differences I see."

"That's called the Placebo Effect. I'm not trying to be rude in the least. You see, if Mackenzie believes it will work, it can help her past mental blocks she may have for learning different things. So it works in a way, but it's really unlikely that anyone has created something that can be a substitute for genuine academic interest."

"If you say so," said Molly. "But the results sure seem dramatic!"

"Well, maybe we should talk to her, now," suggested Stephanie. Although she felt sure of herself, she was more than a little curious.

Molly walked to the short stairway in the split level house and called, "Kenzie! Ms. Blanchard is here!"

"Okay, Mom!" came the reply. "Be right there!"

"Oh, and bring the 'thing' with you, okay? I think she might be interested in it!"

"Be there in just a minute!"

Molly returned to the living room and, while waiting for Mackenzie to come down, asked, "How long have you been a guidance counselor, Stephanie?"

"Oh, I guess for almost five years. Hardly seems like it, though. Sometimes it feels like ten years, sometimes like a week. But it's the most gratifying thing I can imagine doing."

"Never thought of doing anything else?"

"Not really. Oh, sometime down the road I might find a suitable man and make a place in my life for a family, but I'm only twenty-eight... there's time enough for that, still."

"True... but you never know what might happen along."

Stephanie looked at Molly and smiled... and wondered what she was getting at. The woman's eyes had taken on a faraway kind of look. It was gone quickly though, and then Molly was turning to look at the doorway.

Stephanie herself turned to see Mackenzie walk into the room, carrying a few items that looked completely unrelated. Stephanie smiled at the young woman. If the small items she held in her hand were part of whatever "learning system" Molly had mentioned, it seemed to be more quackery than educational breakthrough.

"Hi, Mom! Hi, Ms. Blanchard!" said Mackenzie, bouncing into the room.

"Hi, Kenzie. Ready to get started?" asked Molly.

"Very ready!" said Kenzie. She could hardly contain her enthusiasm.

Stephanie was a little surprised - in her normal meetings with Mackenzie over the last few years, she had seemed more reserved, almost to the point of being shy. Nonetheless, she was charmed to see her acting so vivacious.

"So, Mackenzie. You're interested in college, I hear," said Stephanie. "Any thoughts about where you want to go?"

"Well, I was thinking about SCU... lots of my friends are going, but they seem more interested in parties than in studying. Lately, that just seems so... I don't know. Less than what I want. I guess I've narrowed it down to Higsdon University and University of Restonville. They're both private universities and have great science and psychology departments."

Stephanie was impressed, and almost giggled a bit at the thought that Mackenzie had obviously "done her homework". Also impressive was the fact that she had set realistic goals. Though neither school was Ivy League, they had excellent credentials, and were real possibilities, especially if the young woman really took the remainder of her time in high school seriously.

"Well, it will take a lot of hard work and focused extracurricular activities to get there, Mackenzie. Are you sure you're ready to do what it takes?"

"Oh, absolutely, Ms. Blanchard. Otherwise I'd never have asked you. Besides..."

"Besides?"

"I have my Learning Ball to help out."

"Yes, well, sometimes it takes more than that," said Stephanie in as gentle a tone as she could muster.

"You don't think it works."

"Hmm. Perceptive girl," thought Stephanie. "Well, let's just say I'm a skeptic."

"Well, I could show you how it works. After all, if it does, it might change things for all the students under your guidance, don't you think?"

"Maybe, but it seems something that is as powerful as you say would have hit the mainstream by now." Stephanie was getting a little uncomfortable. She didn't want to lie to the girl, but she also didn't want to be so harsh as to undo the tool she'd used for academic inspiration, placebo or not.

"Okay, can I show you, then? Like, will you try it? I mean, the worst that can happen is that you're right."

Stephanie stammered a bit, but couldn't find a real flaw in Mackenzie's logic. If the thing worked, despite the apparent benefits, it would mean it was possibly even dangerous, because it would have to do something completely unknown. On the other hand, she couldn't deny the emotional change she was seeing in Mackenzie, and the fact that her teachers were becoming impressed... well, she couldn't really say no.

"Okay, Mackenzie, for just a minute. But then we have to get down to the real purpose of meeting, which is planning what you need to do next."

"Great!" said Mackenzie, beaming. She pulled out two silver balls about the size of tennis balls. She handed them to Stephanie, saying, "Here, you hold these. No, wait."

She pulled out a pair of what looked like silver or chrome tanning goggles and held them out. "You need to put these on first."

While Stephanie set the balls in her lap and donned the goggles, Mackenzie said, "This stuff is really just part of the kit. There's a bigger unit that holds all these different things, for different kinds of learning. It's a big silver ball... I guess that's why they call it the 'Learning Ball'... uh... kinda obvious, huh." She giggled just a bit.

Stephanie smiled a little, feeling very foolish. From the impish grin on Mackenzie's face, she would have thought she was the subject of a practical joke... except Molly was there, and she seemed to be sincere. But she also had a smile that was...

"Hey, wait... I can see!" she said in surprise. "It's almost like I can see better." She reached down and picked up the balls again, placing her hands in her lap.

"Oh, everyone says that," said Mackenzie, picking up what seemed to be some kind of small, wireless computer keyboard.

"What do you mean, everyone?" said Stephanie, still looking around the room. It seemed brighter, but it didn't make her want to squint. In fact, it made her open her eyes wider to try to increase the effect.

"Just what people who've used it have said. You know, what they see," said Mackenzie, studying the keyboard and carefully tapping in a few commands. "By the way," she added, "do you happen to know the words to 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic'?"

Stephanie would have answered, but she was having trouble moving her tongue.

Her world was covered in a veil of white mist.

Stephanie hurried home as fast as she could. Tears streaked her face, and she nearly had to pull over a few times. She'd never been so upset... and so grateful to be gone from anywhere in her life.

The experiment with Mackenzie's device had proved little more than an optical illusion, but this wacko family was taking it seriously. Seriously! After a few minutes of Stephanie seeing the world disappear into a fog of multi-colored swirls, Mackenzie had turned it off. When she could see clearly again, Molly and her daughter were locked in a searing kiss that could have baked the paint off the walls of the modest living room.

Modest? There was nothing modest about that house.

"What's wrong, Stephanie," Mackenzie had said. "Jealous you aren't getting any of this for yourself?"

Horrified, Stephanie ripped off the goggles, grabbed her things and ran for the door.

Mackenzie's voice had gone on, sounding rational but filled with insanity. "Don't worry. Tomorrow you'll be back again. And the day after. By next week, you'll wonder how you ever lived without me... guiding you. What wonderful, sweet irony." Mackenzie's childish giggle had been the worst.

Poor Mackenzie! What had Molly Edwards done to her? This was worse than immoral... it was a total outrage! She drove on, and it seemed like the drive was taking longer and longer. By the time she arrived home, it was ten-thirty. She didn't remember driving that long, but knew she must have. There was no other reasonable explanation, and she needed all the reason she could get.

She dropped her books and notepad in the kitchen and ran for the phone. She had no time to waste. She dialed 911 and listened as it rang. Finally, a woman on the other end answered and said, "Emergency 911. Please state the nature of your emergency."

Stephanie wanted to shout, but kept her voice as calm as she could. "Flimminy, flamminy, buttery butt," she said. There, that was better. Now something would get done.

"Excuse me?" said the call center operator. "Ma'am, please tell me what's wrong."

"Iggity, oggity, slippery slut!" said Stephanie, more emphatically. How obvious did she have to be? "Lick on my titties and finger my bum! Flick my hot clittie - I just want to cum!" she screamed in frustration.

"Ma'am, all calls are taped and we have logged your telephone number. Prank calls to the 911 service, especially obscene ones, are a felony. Please hang up now, or I'll be forced to report you to my supervisor for further action."

"Actiony, wactiony, slip me a dong! Rickety, snickety, twelve inches long!"

The phone went dead.

"What do I have to say to these people? Jesus, has the entire world gone mad?" she shouted into the air. "All I said was..."

She was interrupted by the ringing telephone. She picked it up without thinking, close to tears with anger and outrage. "Hello!" she shouted.

On the other end of the phone, she heard a very familiar voice say, "Flimminy, flamminy, buttery butt."

"Iggity, oggity, slippery slut!" Who was this person? "Mackenzie, is that you? Oh, God..." She realized with muted disgust that she was massaging a breast with her free hand. But... it felt so awfully good.

"Lick on my titties and finger my bum! Flick my hot clittie - I just want to cum!" Why did this horrible thing sound so familiar... she cradled the phone in her ear and slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties, finding the swampy wetness that was waiting for her to find it and play. Her mind was melting from the pleasure. Her breath started to sound ragged.

"Actiony, wactiony, slip me a dong! Rickety, snickety, twelve inches long!" She screamed as she recognized her own words, and remembered, like an opaque fog lifting, that she had called Mackenzie instead of the police. Her scream turned to one of pure ecstasy as the flood of her surrender again swept through her, just as it had earlier this evening, when Mackenzie... beautiful, sensual, perfect Mackenzie... had shown her the true way of things.

Mackenzie was in charge... was supposed to be in charge, while Stephanie herself was born to direct all her influence and resources towards her true place, the furthering of whatever Mackenzie wanted. The goal was unimportant... rather, it was important above anything else that Mackenzie wanted it.

As Stephanie surrendered to the pleasure of knowing she had performed perfectly, as the wind and waves of untold firetongues licked away what little remained of her weak and stupid reservations, as she melted into a pool of perfect lust and direction as only a complete slave could, she knew that she would return to Mackenzie and leave the past further and further behind, until this was the past, too... the only past, present and future she would ever know.

She came as if there was nothing else in the world.

And again, more strongly.

And then again.

And through it all, Stephanie obeyed.

The taxi driver looked into the eyes of his passenger through rear-view mirror. "Excuse me, lady, but are you sure this is the right address? This place looks abandoned."

"Yes, this is it. I just haven't been here in awhile. I've been... on vacation."

"Yeah, with no bags. Sure, you've been on vacation." thought the driver, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, Raphael. And here I was, thinking you liked me. You've had such nice thoughts about me up to now."

"Huh?" said the driver. "Look, Miss, I was just trying to be helpful."

"Indeed. Well," she said, shifting forward slightly, "were I angry, I'd inform you that you could only get sexually excited by clipping your toenails, but I'm in a forgiving mood. So instead, this ride is on the house. My company for the ride has been more than worth the privilege of driving me here, so you were planning that in the first place, long before I mentioned it, I'm sure."

The words slipped like molten silk into the driver's ears. They rolled around in his brain - he could feel it. Something about this woman just made him love to listen to whatever she had to say, although most of the words were a mystery. He came back from a momentary daydream of clipping his toenails. He put the car in park, got out, and walked around to open the passenger door.

"On the house," he said, bowing and stretching out his arm with a flourish. "It's been a privilege driving you, Ma'am."

"How sweet, Raphael. And since you added that nice little ritual, I'll only punish you for your impudence a little bit.

"My instruction to say whatever you think has been thrilling for me, and so it's thrilling for you, too. For the next three weeks, every passenger you pick up in your cab - and anywhere else, for that matter, including yourself, if you're alone - will receive the same gift. Every thought you have will slip from your lips, like water through a sieve. In English. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Raphael? Doesn't it make you hot?"

Raphael felt his cock hardening in his pants. "Wonderful, yes," he said. "My cock hurts, it's so fucking hard. I need to find someplace to jerk off... Thank you, Ma'am, and have a nice day!"

He closed the door and walked back to the driver's side. As he got in, he looked over at the woman, and said, "Wow, she is so hot! Where are my keys, damn it? Oh, here they are. God, this car is a piece of total shit. Start, you behemoth! Oh, shit, I'm totally fucked and I love it! What's wrong with me? Maybe I should go to the porno store and find someone to suck me off! Take care, lady! Thanks again!" He waved as he drove away, still speaking, as he would for the next three weeks.

"Guess I'd better see what's next. Always some jerk that needs a ride. I could use a joint about now. What a weird freaking lady. But she was hot, for sure." He rubbed at his cock through his pants, then turned up the dispatch radio and keyed the mic. "Fifty-eight, clear," he said.

"Fifty-eight, roger," squawked the radio. "Raphael, it's your turn for special duty. Come on in."

Raphael hung the mic on the dash, sighed, and turned on his off-duty sign. "I have to go in and pick up that bitch, Mrs. Matthews, the owner, and take her home?" he asked, to himself and no one in particular.

"I hate 'special duty' almost as much as I hate her. But maybe she'll feel like fucking." He sighed and rubbed his cock again.

"Damn, I'm horny," he added.

Linda McFadden watched the cab drive away, and smiled. Nice young man. She almost regretted being so hard on him. Almost. But, she decided, it wasn't the worst she had ever done. Besides, a little bit of complete honesty would build his character.

She turned and walked up to the front door, unlocked it with a click, and stepped inside. She stopped and listened. Slowly, a slight frown replaced her bemused smile.

Something was wrong. The house was too quiet. She walked quickly to the kitchen, and cursed. Someone had managed to disable the Stealth Field.

She went into the den and looked at the fireplace. "Shit!" she said out loud. If the agency or police had found the Node-sphere... but no, she had been allowed to leave based on the fact that there was no evidence, no willing witness, and therefore, no Mindcrime. That, and the Uvular Command Module, permanently grafted into the soft tissue at the back of her mouth, had made talking her way out of her arrest easy enough, if bogged down in bureaucratic red tape.

Unfortunately, tape wasn't susceptible to her particular charms, and it had taken three months to get access to all the people she needed to speak to, not only to assure her release but destroy any record of her arrest.

On the other hand, she now had several new, very close friends in the government who also happened to have very recently found themselves on an upwardly mobile track, thanks to her influence. She made a mental note to send them a few Node-spheres of their own.

Her mind returned to the mystery at hand. If the agents hadn't found the thing, who had? She needed to find out, and find out as soon as possible.

After pulling the kitchen curtains closed, she took off her jacket and pulled the refrigerator from the wall, all the way out into the middle of the floor. She picked up the power cord and pressed it into the nearby receptacle, and smiled for a moment in relief as it hummed to life, returning the Stealth Field to active status. She walked to the back of the fridge and pressed a small, black button, disabling it. For the moment, she had nothing to hide.

She'd been meaning to hardwire the fridge to the bootleg power circuit, and falling behind in her plans had nearly been her undoing. She would tend to that as soon as she located the missing Node.

She pulled the fake panel from the back of the refrigerator, revealing a drop-down keyboard and flat screen, along with a headset and several other tools. She typed in a few commands, and watched as a graphic appeared, showing twenty five Node-spheres in full operation. She felt a wave of relief. The missing sphere was number twenty-three, second generation, and it was operating within normal parameters. Now all she had to do was bring it home.

She began to type on the keyboard, waiting for each response before typing again. She found Node 23 and smiled as she began to work in earnest.

It was good to be back in the saddle.

Mackenzie was lost in the colors of the Sphere. No, not lost.

Basking.

Bathing.

Drowning in pleasure and feeling the colors take over everything. She could see her body, but more and more it was blending with the swarms and waves of color, showing her new visions and appetites that she knew were pure. She ached to give herself fully to the motion of the light.

Some would call its purity evil, some heavenly, but they were all mistaken. It was just true.

Voices whispered in the spectrum, voices that taught her and guided her and changed her. She whispered back, sometimes in agreement, sometimes not, but in the end she was always convinced of what needed to be done. After all, it made so much sense, here in the peace and openness of the Sphere.

Soon, her thoughts didn't come at all, and she was the colors, and they were her, and all she was, was ecstasy.

Without thinking, without understanding, she began to see shapes in the colors. Other shapes. They were in the color, saturated, only visible as they undulated in the waves of energy.

Sisters.

Her thought stretched out, and she felt the sweeping colors shift in response, and felt the reaction of the shapes. Hunger. She could feel flowing pleasure increase in herself, and in them.

Still without thought and guided by something more basic than instinct, she began to warp and change along with the other shapes so that the colors, the colors that were her and that she was, began to caress and control the shapes, and they her. She resisted for a moment, but gave way with a gentle surge - a caress - of desire.

It was as if the fabric of reality itself was transforming her, molding her to itself. She began to drift, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she could see a tiny point, from which all the colors came... the colors flowed and fanned out from it, leaking out like bright, oily rainbows. They moved over and through her, in layer after layer, as everything she was began to move and feel at their relentless bright insistence.

The other shapes were whispering again. She felt the whispers vibrate through her.

They were whispers of surrender.

Whispers of bliss.

They were whispers of obedience.

She began to whisper with them.

Mackenzie removed her goggles, opened her eyes, and turned her head slowly. Everything looked familiar and strange, as if she were viewing it through a distorted lens. She walked out into the hall, down to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.

"What a strange thing to find in someone's house," she thought.

She looked at her long, sandy hair, and pulled it outward with her fingers. It had seemed fine last night, but this morning, it was just... wrong. Too light. Too long. Improper. She would need to change it.

The thought made her cunt flare with the unexpected heat of obedience.

Her brow furrowed. Obedience to what?

To the command, came the answer.

Mackenzie smiled. Of course. She was to obey the command.

Her hand made its way downward, caressing down her naked belly. Her eyes became heavy with need as her lips let a low moan escape from deep inside her.

Just as her hand reached her matted pubic hair, it stopped, and she frowned again. Something was different. She needed to get rid of the awful fur that made her most precious place unsightly, but it was a new feeling... one that she hadn't created herself.

She was losing control, but of what? To what? To whom?

With no small effort, she brought her hand down to her side and began to shiver as she looked at herself again in the mirror. She looked the same as she always had, but her eyes were bloodshot with lust and lack of sleep, and her lips twitched with the stray arousal that was assaulting her senses. The imagined events of her dreams while wearing the goggles flared, and she felt herself take a sharp intake of breath, followed by a wave of pleasure that felt as unnatural as it did irresistible.

She had enjoyed the fantasies, the games, the erotic thoughts and visions that had come to her through the Sphere all night... but something had moved beyond her now and was making her move with it. "Yessss," her mind whispered, while she continued to fight to keep her hand still.

"Mom!" she called, her voice frightened, and inside frightened even more by the realization that her own voice didn't sound familiar, as if she hadn't heard herself in weeks. What was happening to her?

Her mother appeared at the bathroom door and knelt there, naked and waiting for a word from the young woman who had called her - the woman she lived to serve. "Yes, Mackenzie, what may I do to please you?"

"Mom?! This isn't right! Where's Dad? What are you doing?"

"He is gone. I am obeying what you have commanded. As for your father, he is gone. I never did love him - he was too dense, and he had to go. Thank you for freeing me so that I could be with Laverne, the woman I love and have always loved."

Mackenzie's mind whirled and cracked. She couldn't think, but she had to. Laverne? Who?

Ms. Reynolds. Mackenzie staggered and nearly fell. It wasn't a dream, or a fantasy. It had all happened. It was still happening. Another wave of arousal swept through her... violated her... and she moaned in response to the sensual overload.

"Mom, you have to... you must... oh, shit..." tears were forming, and pressure building, and it was all going to pour out of her. There was nothing else to do, nothing else to try.

"Mom, I'm not some pervert, really. I didn't mean to do all this. You have to help me... you have to..." her words caught again as another blast of helpless, burning need spread through her.

"I know you're not a pervert, Mackenzie. You are perfect. You are the woman I obey. I will help you, Mackenzie. What is it that you want me to do?"

"You... need to... gotothestore... andbuymeblackhair... dyeand... clothesthatmake... melooksexygo... nowhurry... and..."

She fought the words, but they kept on and on, coming in fits and starts, jerking out of her as if pulled by a string. Her mother just kept smiling and nodding as she received stranger and stranger instructions - instructions so involved that Mackenzie couldn't possibly remember them all.

Heat blasted up through her from her flowing loins, and she realized her traitorous hand had taken advantage of her distraction and found its target... her clit was on fire and screaming at her to let go, to obey, to feel the pleasure, to find her place...

She saw her eyes in the mirror, full of fear and desperation, slowly relax as another, more animal moan flew from her throat. She was losing... she was surrendering to the invading thoughts from nowhere... from everywhere... her world was turning to lust and irresistible passions... the pleasure flowed from her clit into her like the colors of the Sphere... like...

Her world exploded as the last of who she had been boiled down into a tool for her to use and exploit as needed, the same way everyone in her world was a tool. But not just a tool for herself, but a tool... a slave to the needs and desires of... of...

She screamed and fell to the floor, writhing in wanton abandon as the will... Her will... took the last of Mackenzie Edwards and shaped the young woman's psyche - her very essence - and made it Her own.

The horror faded from Mackenzie, and joyous evil rolled across the convolutions of her brain as colors, bright and flowing and no longer constrained to the confines of the Sphere, wiped away her world and left her with nothing to do but feel an all-consuming ache for Her words... scream in hunger for Her commands... and with pleasure and intensity beyond anything that she had ever thought possible, cum for Her. Hard. Long. Endlessly.

She did not question when commanded to cum again. And this time, and each time after, it was even better.

Linda sat back with a satisfied grin. So it was her young neighbor, Mackenzie Edwards, who'd stumbled onto the Node-sphere... not the best thing in the world to have her living so close, but even that was no longer an issue. In a surprising and delightful turn of events, bringing Mackenzie's consciousness back to the surface from where the Node had hidden it away had made the little minx susceptible to even deeper programming than her sister-slaves who were scattered around the city.

Mackenzie would not be asleep at the wheel, but an active and willing participant in the spread of Linda's influence. She would be what Linda had wanted from the start... a melding of Node and slave. "Slavenode... it has such a nice ring to it," she mused, pressing her finger to her swollen, sensitive clit.

She licked her lips at the thought of having brought Mackenzie into the fold, along with the other women of the neighborhood who were now irreversibly enslaved to the young slavenode... and softly cooed as the image of the wet folds they would all soon beg to service cascaded through her mind, stronger and stronger. Within moments, orgasm ripped through her like slices of lightning in a storm of pleasure, riveting her body in place as it threw her legs and body into violent convulsions of unending paradise.

When the storm finally subsided, she shook over and over as aftershocks interrupted the golden glow of the remnants of her lust. But even as she rested, sated for the moment, her clit called to her as the vision of nodeslave mackenzie floated inside her mind, aching to gift her again, begging to send her plummeting into the deep, dark caverns of forbidden fuckplay.

There was only one word to describe the anticipation she savored.

Delicious.