"I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma."
"Our achievements leave class enemies breathless."
Martin Spencer (the name has been changed to protect the innocent) sits in his apartment watching some late night TV. A beautiful blonde actress is being interviewed by the host about her latest movie.
"So can you set up the clip for us?"
"Sure, Jamie. In this scene, I'm back from China and I'm with my boyfriend picking up my luggage at the airport. We haven't seen each other in two years and we have a little trouble controlling ourselves."
"OK, let's roll the film."
The screen blanks for a moment and the actress and an actor are making out furiously at an airport luggage carousel. He sits her down on the edge, lifts her skirt and begins eating out her pussy. A few people shake their heads but no one pays that much attention to them. Then the actress leans back and falls onto the carousel which carries her off.
"Brad?!" the actress calls as her exposed pussy is conveyed past the people standing around the carousel.
"Muffy?!?" Brad starts chasing her around the loop, falling over luggage and bumping into the crowds of people. Eventually he falls onto the carousel and tries to crawl to her. The studio audience laughs in the background while the pair struggle to get to one another, climbing and stumbling over suitcases. Muffy stands and runs against the motion of the moving plates, leaping over the obstacles. She trips and is ferried off through an opening in the wall, butt first. Behind the wall, men are unloading luggage onto the conveyor belt. A woman, kneeling doggy style facing away from them, comes into view. Her skirt has pulled up, completely exposing her nude fanny. The scene fades and the actress flashes a million-dollar smile while the audience cheers.
"So I understand that the really interesting thing about this film is that, in the love scenes you actually didn't have sex with the men." She nods. "That's very unusual," he continues.
"I can explain that, Jamie. My husband and I are trying to conceive our child."
"And of course we wish you both the very best of luck." The audience applauds again.
Martin is interrupted by the sound of the v-phone ringing. He pushes a button on the remote and a face appears on the television screen. "Hello?" he says.
"Hello. Listen to me and do exactly as I tell you."
"Yes, master."
"You will go to this address and retrieve something for me..."
"Hello, Ben? This is Gina."
"Hey, kiddo. What's up?"
"I just got home and my apartment's been broken into!"
"What?! Did they take anything?"
"Uh... no, it doesn't look like it. But all the furniture's been tipped over and the place has been ransacked."
"Hmmm... This can't be a coincidence. I wonder what they were looking for."
Ben calmed Gina down. After they hung up, Gina began straightening things. The only thing she found missing was her tape player. Not the special one from the Center, but an ordinary one she used to record sessions with her patients. She ran out to the carport and opened the storage locker above her car. Pulling out a stack of boxes, she opened one. The tape player was there. Replacing the boxes, Gina took the player into the house. "I wonder if this is what they really wanted," she thought to herself. She began to make plans in her mind. Then she left, taking the tape player with her.
"Oh, by the way, these were delivered to our mailbox by mistake." Matt handed Hannah and Irene each a letter. They were from the local Community Center. They opened and read together. "What does it say?"
Irene replied, "It says here that Gina Robinson has dissolved our mutual sex circle."
"Mine says the same thing. Who's Gina Robinson?"
"You know her. She was at my high school reunion last year."
"Oh yeah, now I remember her. Always so moody, first happy, then sad. Wasn't she the one who tried to kill herself that one night?"
"That's right."
"Huh! I wonder why would she do this?" Hannah let drop the letter in her hands. "I mean we haven't been close in years."
"I can't imagine."
"Well I'm going to get to the bottom of this." Hannah went to the phone and dialed. "Hello, information? I'd like the number of Gina Robinson."
Gina sat at her kitchen table reading a book on electronics. Her tape player, given to her by Hannah and Irene all those years ago, lay on the table with the case off to one side. Gina had carefully pried the device apart and was now analyzing its contents. Gina flipped rapidly through the book, her mind still absorbing information at a prodigal rate, but understanding little of it. Occasionally she would inspect the circuit boards, then make some marks on a tablet she had. She had taught herself enough to draw a schematic from the tape player's circuitry, even if she didn't know exactly how the components worked.
The phone rang. Gina answered, audio only. "Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Gina Robinson?"
"Speaking."
"Hi Gina, this is Hannah Bliss."
"Hannah as in Hannah and Irene?"
"You remember us?"
"Sure. How are you doing?"
"Fine. And you?"
"Oh, OK I guess." Gina covered the table with a towel, hiding the tape player, and flipped on the video. They talked for awhile, bringing each other up to date. Gina said nothing of her recent experiences. She learned that Yoshi was a high-tech engineer for a telecommunications company and her mind started buzzing.
"Listen, Gina. I just got this letter in the mail that says we're no longer circle partners. Is this for real? Are you sick or something?"
"No, I'm not sick. I'm afraid it would take a long time to explain."
"I'd love to hear about it."
"I'm not sure how much I can tell you."
"You know, we should never have drifted apart like we did. Gina, would you like to come over and have dinner sometime?"
"Will everybody be there?"
"Sure will. What do you say?"
"How about tonight?"
"That would be swell."
"Great. What time should I get there?"
"Oh, how about six?"
Gina found the meal tasty and the conversation pleasant, but she had an ulterior motive for coming to see the ladies that night. When the time came to put the kids to bed, she pulled Yoshi aside. "Say Yoshi, you know all about computers, don't you?"
"Somewhat. Why, are you looking to buy one?"
"No, I've already got one. I was wondering of you could take a look at something for me." She pulled the tape player, minus the case, from her bag and handed it him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I'd rather not say."
Yoshi turned the thing over in her hand. "It looks like the guts to an old style audio cell phone or something. That's an audio amplifier circuit there... and that's probably an RF module, here inside this shielding. and that's the processor. Whatever it is, it's stone age technology. See this thing? Nobody's used those for five years now! Oh, there's a DB9."
"A what?"
"This thing. It's an old-style connector you can plug into a computer and control it with. C'mon Gina, what is it!" she remained silent. "It is old, right?"
"Yeah, it's old."
"Does it still work?
"I'm pretty sure it does."
"Do you mind," he asked, "if I plug it in and see what happens?"
"Be my guest."
Yoshi led Gina to the men's condo and into the spare bedroom. It was set up as a home office/lab. A desk with a computer sat in one corner and a bench with all sorts of electronic equipment ran along the adjoining wall. Yoshi cleared a spot on the bench and plugged a series of computer cables and converters into it. He flipped the computer on. "Have a seat. Are the batteries charged on this?"
"Yes."
Yoshi moved the mouse across the screen, clicked some icons, pulled some menus, pressed some buttons. Then he pressed the 'Enter' key. Gina saw page after page of gibberish as Yoshi worked.
He tried some more things. "Hmmmmm. it should be working" he thought for a moment. "It could be encrypted."
"Encrypted?"
"Scrambled. You need the correct password to make sense of it. Let's try a descrambler." The mouse clicked a few more times. "If this thing is as old as I think it is, it probably uses a DES algorithm. We can break those with ease, nowadays." He selected a menu option and Gina saw the following:
Community Tape Player Main Menu
- Create New Program
- Edit Existing Programs
- Delete Program
At the bottom of the screen was the message: 'Property of Gina Robinson. If lost or stolen return to the nearest Community Center.'
Gina swallowed hard and held her breath for a moment. She wasn't sure how Yoshi would react now that he knew what it was.
But all he said was "Nope, that didn't work either."
"Uh?" Gina did a double take and looked back at the screen. Sure enough, there it was. "You... you don't see anything there?"
"Just more garbage. Do you see something?"
"No, no I don't see anything." She could barely keep her composure."Say Yoshi, I have my laptop computer in the car. Could you show me how to do this on my machine?"
"Sure, bring it in, I'll set you up.."
Gina sat in the doctor's study. He noticed that she seemed a lot calmer than the last time she had been here. And there was something else, a look of determination. He read through the journal she had brought, occasionally asking her for details on what she had wrote.
"It says here that the lady at the Center made you feel embarrassed when you dissolved all your sex circles. Do you still feel the same way now?"
"Not exactly embarrassed. More like... different. Apart, sort of."
"Have you begun any new circles?"
"No."
"Have you masturbated at all?"
"Actually yes, some. Ben, I've been having insatiable sex every day for the last thirteen years. You can't just stop it like that."
"You really haven't explained why you did this in your journal."
"Well, I had to dissolve the circles with my family. You'll probably never understand why."
"I'm trying, Gina. Really. So what about everyone else?"
"Well, It just didn't seem right. I mean I can finally decide for myself whether or not to sleep with someone but they can't really make the same independent decision. It's like taking advantage of someone."
"Extraordinary. You used to be close friends with Hannah and Irene. Did they try to talk you into rejoining with them?"
"I think they wanted to, but held back for fear of scaring me off."
"Were you attracted to them?"
Gina sighed, then nodded. "I'm myself again, Ben, but I still felt an attraction to them. Do you think I might a lesbian?"
"Lesbianism in the old sense doesn't exist anymore. But what do you think."
"I don't know. It's like with my family. I know it's wrong to sleep with your family and the whole idea repulses me, but at the same time I still get aroused when I think of some of the things we did together."
"Why is that?"
"It's like my attitudes are back to what they originally were, but all my memories are of someone different. All the old habits are still with me."
"Maybe you haven't completely left the community after all. Maybe there's a way to help you back in." He seemed pleased by the thought.
Gina found that the same thought scared her.
The doctor finished the journal. "So have you decided what you're going to do now?"
Gina was silent for a moment. She had in fact not told anyone of her work with the tape player. How she was teaching herself how to read and understand the programs. They were sort of codified concepts and memories, which could be implanted, either consciously or unconsciously, and could be weighted with imperative levels to resolve conflicting orders given to the subject. She had no intention of telling this to anyone, though. Not even the doctor, who she wasn't sure she could trust. She knew now just how subtle and absolute the programming could be. Or for all she knew, he could even be one of the so-called Overlords, the ones responsible for taping. She had an answer already prepared. "I thought I'd go back to school. Maybe take a degree in computers."
"That'll always come in handy," he said, agreeably.
"Truth is so important that it needs to be surrounded by a bodyguard of lies."
"The terrible thing about the quest for truth is that you find it."
Gina activated the v-phone and dialed. A woman answered. "A Night to Remember Erotic Services, this is Rachel. May I help you?"
"Uh, yes. I'd like to have someone come by tonight."
"Certainly. Male or female?"
"Male."
"Can you describe what you'd like?"
"Tall, good build, something romantic."
"Any particular race?"
"Whatever. I just want someone."
"OK, let's see. Ah, how about Tony? He's Hispanic, 6' 2", 12 inches. All man." A picture, presumably of Tony, flashed in a corner of the screen.
"Fine." Gina gave her address and disconnected. She felt a little disgusted with her weakness, but while her hand was fine once in a while, it was a poor substitute for the real thing. Besides, she figured, if she paid for it, she couldn't be taking advantage of him. She put on a pink, wispy, see-through robe and some lace panties.
An hour later there was a knock on the door. Gina opened it and there stood a man. He was dark skinned, with black, wavy hair. He had a thick mustache and deep brown eyes. He wore a perfectly tailored tuxedo and carried a dozen long stemmed roses. "You must be Tony," she said inviting him in.
"Don't you recognize me, Gina?" He asked.
Gina stared at him. "Tony...?"
"Antonio Miguel Eduardo de la Hoya Alverez, at your service!" he said in a thick accent, bowing and handing her the flowers. "Or just plain Tony, if you like," he said grinning.
Gina smelled the flowers and thought back. Tony was a hunk in high school, she remembered. And he'd polished his act immensely since then. She found herself strongly attracted to him.
The pair went into the bedroom. "We'll have to call a Center and have our circle re-established. He pulled a small portable v-phone out of his coat pocket and pushed a number on the speed dialer. "Hello, we'd like to start a circle... he punched some numbers on the keypad. Ok, here she is." He handed the device to Gina.
A elderly man's head spoke to her. "Hello, please enter your name or community number on your keypad." Even though not a part of the community, Gina assumed she still had a community number. She typed it in on the phone's keypad.
"Is this Gina Robinson?" A man asked.
"Yes it is."
"Do you wish to have sex with Tony Alverez?"
"Yes."
"OK, That's all. Enjoy!" He hung up.
Gina handed the v-phone back to Tony, who had removed his jacket and yanked on the bow tie, untying it with a smooth motion. He looked really sexy dressed up and Gina's arousal increased. "Would you care to assist, cara mia?" Gina approached him. Tony ran his hands over her back while she removed his cummerbund and unbuttoned his shirt. They stared into each other's eyes. He kicked off his shoes and socks and she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, nude except for his jet black briefs. Gina's eyes were drawn to the fat bulge in them. Gina knelt down and pulled them off. His cock was huge. She could barely get her hand around it. "Were you this big in high school?" she asked.
Tony massaged her shoulders lovingly, smiling down on her. "It is you who make me this way, mi amor."
"No, I'm serious."
Tony pulled her to her feet and took her head in his large hands. "I had a little work done. My senoritas deserve the very best from Antonio." Moving to the bed, he picked up the roses where Gina had laid them. Holding his smouldering gaze on Gina, with a smile on his face, he slowly pulled the petals from the flowers and scattered them on the comforter, creating a mat of sweet smelling petals. Gina removed her robe and slithered onto the bed, facing him. Tony gathered large handfuls of petals and let them float down onto her, covering her body and face. Gina pressed them to her nose, deeply imbibing the marvelous fragrance. Tony crouched between her legs and pulled her panties off. Running his hands across the insides of her legs he blew gently on her pussy, sending shivers up her spine. "Ah, mi chiquita, such a beautiful flower you are. See how you open wide for me." He brought his gorgeous face down and began lapping at her.
Gina felt her inhibitions dissolve as a powerful sense of well-being soaked into her. Tony was deftly running his expert tongue up and down her lips, swirling it around her clit. making her head swim. He picked up more petals and let them rain down, clinging to her perspiring breasts. Gina took two rose petals in her fingers and pulled on her erect nipples though them. She was breathing deeply, sighing contentedly with each exhale.
Tony increased her lust swiftly. Letting a finger slip inside her, he ran it in and out for a minute. Then, when she was ready, he stopped and drew himself up on his knees. He took his foot long penis in his hand and gave it a few swift strokes. He didn't get completely hard but he was a good two inches in diameter. She spread her legs wide and he moved back, placing the tip of his prick at the entrance to her pussy. "Are you ready, mi flora bonita?" he asked.
"Yes."
He spread her lips apart with his fingers and rocked his hips back and forth against her. He slid into her a good six inches. He lay down and supported his weight on top of her with his elbows. Slowly fucking her, he took a rose petal between his lips. He delicately ran it around her mouth, making Gina's whole face tingle. She parted her lips and they pulled on the petal together. Gina could hardly believe how filled up she was. She hadn't felt this way since she was a little girl. The feeling of Tony on top of her, clasping her shoulders with strong arms, driving his monster inconceivably deep within her cunt was indescribable. The room was filled with the smells of sex and roses.
The pair went on forever it seemed to Gina. Tony seemed to be able to will himself not to come until she had been satisfied, which was approaching with alacrity. Gina began to tremble underneath him. Tony whispered something in Spanish into her ear and stepped up his pace. Gina wrapped her legs tightly around his back and orgasmed. Tony thrust himself deep and timed himself with the waves of pleasure that coursed through Gina.
It wasn't until after Tony left that Gina noticed that he had never come. She wondered if it was still possible with all his alterations.
Gina parked the car and knocked on the front door. Irene answered, "Gina! What are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Come on in, you're always welcome here. Hannah and the guys are at work and I just put the kids down for their nap. Would you like some coffee?"
"Sure." Gina followed Irene into the kitchen. As Irene's back was turned, Gina pulled a tape player out of her purse. Without Irene seeing her, she slipped the earphones up onto her head and pressed the play button. Irene stiffened, then stood motionless. Gina placed the tape player in Irene's unresisting hand and sat at the kitchen table. She had reprogrammed the tape player to make the listener obey her commands over any others she had been programmed with. The subject would not be aware of this however, it would all be unconscious. She left Irene's original programming intact, regretfully for now, because she didn't want to cause suspicion. Irene was still a part of the community and should appear to be so, at least for now.
By 6:00 that evening, all four adults in the condo had been reprogrammed in the same fashion. Gina sat with them in the living room. "Now tell me, have any of you been given any special tape commands concerning me?"
"No... Nope." came the replies. She grilled them for a while, but they all had no special knowledge of her situation.
"All right. Tomorrow, you," she pointed at Hannah, "will take this to work. You will get as many people at your work to listen to it as you can."
"OK, Gina." Hannah replied, meekly.
"Also, you will give me your tape players tonight, so I can fix them also." There came a knock on the door. Gina jumped. "Who's that?" she snapped.
"I don't know."
"Go see who it is." Hannah went to the front door and opened it a crack. "Hello?"
"Hello, Hannah. Is Gina Robinson there?"
Gina heart was pounding. She shook her head no to Hannah. "No, she isn't. Who are you?"
"My name is Dr. Benjamin Warren. Listen, I know she's in there and I really do need to talk to her, right now."
Gina thought furiously. "Let him in," she commanded.
Dr. Warren entered the house. "Hello, Gina. Hi Hannah, Irene, Yoshi, Doug. This is a lovely place you have here." He sat on the sofa between the men.
Gina opened her purse and took out a gun she had bought a few days earlier, right after her apartment had been buglarized. Pointing it at the doctor she said. "If you resist, I will shoot you." She handed the tape player to Doug. "Tape him."
Ben looked at her. His gaze seemed different now, more penetrating. It was like he was looking right through her. "That's good. I really believe you would," he said calmly. "Though I should point out that I have the same immunity from the tapes as you." Doug ignored him and placed the earphones on his head and pressed the play button. "You'll notice, Gina, that I can still talk with you even though the tape player is running."
After the tape ended, Gina ordered him to answer some questions. "How did you know I was here? How do you know these people."
"I had both your house and your car bugged. Remember the break-in? That was just a ruse to plant the devices and get you thinking about conspiracies and intrigue." He became irritated. "Why didn't you think to sweep your place for the bugs? It should have been obvious to anybody."
Gina was shaking with a cold sweat.. This was not going according to her liking. "Tie him." Irene produced some rope and the men secured him fast. "Now, who exactly are you?"
He remained cool as ice. "Ben Warren. You know that."
"Who are you working for?"
"Actually, I'm self-employed," he said, smiling.
Gina cocked the gun back. "Don't get smart with me! If I kill you now, none of these people will ever testify against me."
"You've reprogrammed them, have you? You must let me inspect your coding work."
"Dammit! You start talking, or so help me..."
"Very well. No more games. But first," His voice took on a note of command. "Everybody, go upstairs and have sex at once!"
There came a chorus of 'yes master' from Gina's four tape slaves. Then they all turned and walked out of the room. "Extraordinary, isn't it?" he quipped.
Gina lowered the gun reflexively and looked around in shock. "Everybody, come back!" Ignoring her, they all went upstairs like sleepwalkers. "I reprogrammed them! My commands have the highest possible imperative level."
"You don't know about meta-imperative levels yet. The hand held units don't have enough power for them. Don't worry, you'll get there."
Gina brought the gun back up. "Bring them back," She said coldly.
"How? I'm all tied up at the moment. Gina, I need to tell you some things, things that only you can know. You're right. I'm not a psychologist. I never even finished college. My real occupation, as you must have guessed by now, is Ruler of the World. If you'd like to hear more I'm willing to tell it. But once you hear it, you can never be the same again."
"Start talking." Gina sat in a chair next to the couch.
"Uh Gina, I don't want to seem pushy or anything, but could you please point that gun somewhere else. You don't have much experience handling those things and I'd really rather not die, tonight anyway." Gina looked at him with narrow eyes. He pulled at his bonds. "C'mon, what can I do?" She re-cocked the gun and set it in her lap. "All right. As a college student I majored in computer engineering with a minor in psychology. I took a class in Subliminals in Advertising and decided to try some experiments of my own. I made some tapes and tried them out on other people and to my delight they worked very well. Too well, in fact. I investigated and found out that the tapes I made had a certain low-frequency tone also imbedded in them. That is what made the tapes so... efficacious. It was a freak accident, a one in a billion chance of hitting the exact patterns and frequencies of the audio spectrum which resonated with the subject's own brain wave patterns. Up to that time, I had never been very successful with the ladies, and at first I used the tapes to get women to sleep with me. I started with my girlfriend and her mother, then added her cheerleader friend and my step-sister." Seeing the look of disapproved on her face, he shrugged and continued. "So anyway, I found that radio waves modulated along with the audio would magnify the effect of the tapes, but the radio waves needed to be transmitted right through the subject's brain. So I built radio transmitters into the earphones and, voila, the famous tape player."
"So you decided to make the entire world your little playground/harem. Disgusting!"
"Hey, I said at first. I was younger then and well, stupider. Literally stupider. I later found a setup that would raise the subject's IQ. Works sort of like that eidetic memory you had. I tried it on myself and my IQ shot up to about oh, around fourteen hundred and something."
"What?"
"Give or take. But the IQ starts falling slowly if you don't take additional treatments. My IQ hovers around nine-hundred these days."
"That's ridiculous! An IQ that high is meaningless."
"I designed some new tests for myself. Gina, I've lied to you in the past, but I swear I will never lie to you again. I have a very compelling interest in being absolutely honest with you."
"What's that?"
"You haven't asked me why I don't raise my IQ up again."
"OK, why?"
"There's a unfortunate side effect to the combination of waves. It seems to promulgate incurable brain tumors. Additional treatments exacerbate the situation."
"So, how much..."
"About six months," he said calmly.
Gina let that sink in. "So..."
He finished the sentence for her. "So who's going to run things after I'm gone? One guess."
Gina's face went white.
After a long time, the doctor said. "Gina? Could you untie me now? There's a lot of work to do."
Doug and Yoshi undressed, preparing for bed. Their memory of the night's events was very different than Gina and the doctor's.
"I sure do like that Gina." Doug remarked.
"You like anyone who gives blowjobs like that."
They pulled down the sheets and lay down. Spooning together Yoshi turned his head and tenderly kissed his husband good night.
"Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask rather what you can do for your country."
"I am the state."
Gina moved into the doctor's house. The next day, he took her into his study. "Watch this." He stood facing a wall and spoke a few words in a language Gina couldn't recognize. The wall slid open revealing a secret passage. "That was Arabic for 'Open Sesame!' I love that phrase. You'll need to set up a password for your voice pattern, also." He walked into the passage and turned on a light switch.
Gina moved to follow him, but stopped short at the doorway. A memory surfaced. She tilted her head to one side. "I... I'm... I'm never supposed to go in here."
"Nobody is. That's an old tape command. Very high imperative level. Come on."
Gina swallowed and walked on. They went down a stairway and into a laboratory.
"This is it." He pointed to a computer workstation. "This is where all the tape programs are written. Sit, please. I saw the programs you wrote for the portable. Very good, even for a beginner." He showed her how to turn the machine on. "There's an on-line tutorial I set up for you. Very complete, everything you need to know. I suggest you study it for a few days, to round out your education. But first," He sat down in another chair. "You have questions, no?"
"Only about eighteen million."
"You now know how I did it.. How about why?"
"OK, why?"
He cleared his throat. "After I discovered just how potent the taping process was, I got to thinking. Thinking's pretty easy for me these days. I realized that if I could do it, then sooner or later someone else would. I ran some simulations and frankly didn't like what I saw. My first law of mind control: 'When a relatively simple method of mind control is possible, it will be used for world domination.' You see, whoever first develops mind control technology may or may not use it to try to take over the world. If he doesn't, then the next person might. Sooner or later someone will, and then that's it. From that point on, programmed obedience will be a permanent part of the human race. There's just no way for the people to free themselves, ever. If some benevolent ruler should decide from the top to do so, then eventually someone else will enslave them again. They'd have a much easier time of it than I had. I know of ways to dispense with the tape players and broadcast the commands to an entire city at once. There are also ways to defeat the immunity we share. Don't bother asking how, I intend to take both those secrets with me. Anyway, the whole world becomes enslaved. No way around it. After that, a number of possible outcomes develop, most of them exceedingly nasty. Gina, do you think the ends justify the means?"
"No." She said quickly. Then, "Well... maybe sometimes."
"Sometimes. Exactly. Now, if you had the power to end overpopulation, overnight, would you? Mind you, this isn't exactly a rhetorical question."
Gina thought. "I don't know. I might."
"There's only two ways to limit the population. Either slow down births or accelerate deaths. I've chosen the first. Would you order every other person to commit suicide?"
"Of course not!"
"Some might. Some scenarios had a single man ordering all the males in the world to commit suicide so he could live some infantile 'Last Man in the World' fantasy. So much for civilization, maybe even the race. Or we could go the other way, someone breeding out undesirable qualities from the gene pool. A lofty goal, but misguided. And that's not even close to some future horrors. Those involve two or more factions each with their armies of tape slaves, fighting all-out war with nukes. Or intrigue that would make Byzantium look like a kindergarten. How would you feel about murdering your entire family because they were taped to blindly obey some other bozo than the one you did?" Gina thought of her father and got a sick feeling in her stomach. "And that was one of the more likely scenarios. Gina, if you had any idea just how close both the CIA and the KGB were to landing on the secret, it would make your skin crawl!"
"So instead you decided to play God yourself. Rather convenient logic, I'd say."
"Like I said, if not me, than someone else. I made myself immune, like you, early on, but what if I was taped anyway. Then I'd either have to pretend to obey or be found out. One man can't fight the entire world. Gina, I'm not playing God. I don't even want to be God. But He allowed all this to be possible, not me. He's got a lot to answer for in my book." Gina could see that Ben was getting slightly agitated. "You recently asked me about free will. Would you end all war if you could."
"I don't know. War is wrong, isn't it?"
"Usually. But there are just wars too. We had one in this country a while back. 'When in the course of human events, etc., etc.' Do you trust your judgment to tell the difference? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life making those kinds of decisions? How about ending pollution or violence. You could make everybody on the whole planet a recycling pacifist."
"What's wrong with recycling."
"Nothing. Except when one person takes it upon himself to make the choice for everybody. I've done this, but kept it to an absolute minimum. Sexual violence is never justified, in my opinion, and has therefore been eliminated. The same with overpopulation. If you don't solve that, you haven't got a chance of solving any of the other problems. And the only fair way to implement that was a universal rule, one couple: one child. But hey! If you don't like what you see, you can always change it anyway you like."
"Why don't you just tape me to agree with your conclusions."
"Because someone on the planet has to be capable of independent thought. I've set up the Community Centers to take care of all the routine business, distributing new tapes, things like that. But I can't predict the future, at least not the long-term future. After I'm gone a situation could develop which will require that a untaped person make a decision. That's you."
"Why me?"
"Lots of reasons. You're a female. Females are generally less aggressive than males. You're young, and come from healthy, long lived stock. I want to keep these transfers of power to a minimum. You're bright, you responded well to the memory tape. The queen of the world should be intelligent as well as wise. You're very independent. You've been living alone for the last ten years and you seem to do well that way. And you come from a nice upper-middle class family, so having unlimited wealth and power hopefully won't corrupt you too much. That's the biggest unknown, really."
"And what about my father, about the abortion I had? Was that part of the plan?"
"No. That was an accident. I'm not omnipotent. The odds were minute, and I think you can work around that. Besides, if you hadn't worked out, there were others."
"Others?"
"Once there were about a thousand young women like you in the world. Most were disqualified early on. Don't worry, you're it.. For better or worse the decision has been made. Though there was this one Polish girl who would be standing here today instead of you if she hadn't gotten married."
"Married? What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that history shows that nepotism is both very basic in the human condition and a very poor system of transferring supreme executive power. You need to learn to treat the whole human race as your kin. I would very much like to see you never marry, or have kids, but I won't use taping on you, or try to issue orders from the grave. I may be an asocial paranoid megalomaniac control freak, but I'm not crazy."
Gina smiled. Then as his words sunk in, "What about your family?"
Ben became melancholy. He lost his penetrating stare for a moment. "I had to erase myself. They no longer remember me. In fact, nobody who knew me before the age of twenty-five remembers me."
Gina's mouth fell open. She looked at the Ruler of the World, and he seemed to shrink from larger than life to just a man. Gina reached out and took his hand.
"Sometimes I get lonely, but my work keeps me very busy." He gave her hand a light squeeze and stood up. "Why don't you do some studying now. I have to go somewhere for a day or so. I can't tell you where. We'll talk again tomorrow morning." He walked to the steps. Turning, he said. "Oh, by the way, there's a new tape being played to everybody now. It gives you the ability to command anyone, like what I did with your friends. Just give orders in a commanding voice and they'll be obeyed. Afterwards, they'll have no memory, unless you want it." He went up the stairs.
Gina walked through the mall. When she had emerged from her studies, she felt like doing some shopping. The doctor had given her a set of credit cards and a checkbook with no reasonable limit on them, or so he said. She decided to put that to the test. She went to the auto showroom and bought a sports car. She sat in his office while he went to "check with the supervisor" about the deal he had offered her.
"Why do they always keep you waiting like this," she thought to herself. When he returned, she asked him, "Did you really have to check with someone?"
"Oh yes, Gina. You see my boss says if I give another car away for chump change he'll..."
Gina wanted to try out her new power. "Tell me the truth!" She barked at the man.
The salesman stiffened and his eyes glazed. "Yes, mistress. No, not really. It's a sales ploy."
"Sit down. Tell me what were you really doing."
"I went out to the service department and had a cigarette."
"And what do you think of this practice."
"I like it. You make the customer squirm for a while, then he's ready to sign just because he's afraid you'll run out on him again."
"I see. Joe, pee in your pants, right now!" Joe's face made no reaction as a wet stain appeared in the front of his pants.
"Now forget you've wet your pants. Don't even think about it for the rest of the day. But every two hours, you'll pee yourself again. I want you to have wet trousers all day long. Got that?"
"Yes mistress."
"In addition, you will be rude and course with every customer, other than myself, whom you talk to today. You'll be insulting and obnoxious, but only when you're alone with them. You will now return to your normal self."
Joe grinned. "So Gina, this car is perfect for you. What more can I do to get you into that baby blue model"
"You've done quite enough. Sold!" He held out his hand and they shook. She laughed inwardly as they walked through the showroom. Everybody saw his pants, but nobody said anything for fear of killing the sale. Perhaps the supervisor would want to "check with him" later.
She drove her new car to the mall and went to the more expensive shops. "If I'm going to be a queen, I should have a crown and scepter. She bought most of one jewelry store, then went to an upscale clothes boutique. After trying on a dozen dresses, she bought them all, giving the sales lady her address so they could be delivered.
She sat in the large open area in the middle of the mall and sampled some chocolate sweets she had bought. People passed her by. She had discovered that around half the people responded to her commands. Presumably the rest would be covered in the next few days.
The feeling of power had brought her sexuality to the fore. A man in his late forties, was standing at the elevator. She stood and walked into the elevator with him. He nodded to her cordially as the they ascended. He was tall, with light brown hair and a healthy, tanned face. He obviously worked out, he had hardly an ounce of fat on him.
"Who am I?" She said, forcefully.
His face lost all it's friendliness and took on a blankness. "You're my mistress," he intoned.
"That's right." The doors opened. "Come with me!" She said, walking out the elevator and toward the exit. The man followed two steps behind. A couple of young kids, about twelve or so, who had been waiting for the elevator also turned and silently followed her. One was male, black, with a slight weight problem. The other was a girl, a middle-eastern type, with a large nose and brown skin. They both wore shorts and sandals. Gina wasn't aware of this until they were all outside. But, having gone this far, she added them to her entourage. She was drunk with the power and found the sexual thrill of dominating the children irresistible.
"Take us to your car!" She snapped to the man. He led them all into the parking structure. When they were all in his car she commanded him to drive to his house, which they soon entered. A woman came into the front room. She was medium height, about the same age as the man, and had dish gloves on. A rag drooped over her shoulder. "Hi, dear. Hello...," she said to Gina and the kids expectantly.
"Don't speak until you're spoken to." The woman's mouth clamped itself shut. "Are you two married?" Gina asked the pair..
"Yes, mistress," came the monotone reply.
"Have you ever met either myself, or these two?"
"No, mistress."
"Good. Girls, I want you to suck these guys until they get hard." The ladies dropped to their knees and pulled down the men's pants. They took the soft penises into their mouths and began stimulating the men, orally. Gina was feeling very strange. Exercising absolute power over these complete strangers was getting her incredibly hot. "C'mon guys! Get hard. Now!" The cocks of the two men seemed to snap up like they were on hinges. "Stay hard but don't come. You will not come until I tell you to. You," she pointed to the young black kid, "Come over here."
"Yes mistress." The lad shuffled over to her.
"Undress me. Leave the shoes on. You, girl. Go fuck the old guy's fingers." The girl rose, turned her head slowly to the man and walked to him. She took his hand in hers. Pulling down her shorts, she lifted one leg high, placing her foot on the older woman's shoulder as she continued to fellitiate, and inserted two of his fingers into her pussy, grimacing from the sudden intrusion. She slowly pistoned his hand inside her. "Don't you come, either. Nobody comes until I say so. Keep fucking him, and put some more fingers in there." She took a third digit and tried to take a fourth, but she was still too small. She was obviously in pain now as she tried to stretch herself wide enough to take him.
By now, Gina stood naked in front of the couch. A twinge of modesty passed through her. That's just your old feelings, she thought to herself, ignore them. "Now, beg to kiss and worship my feet." The boy knelt down low and muttered, "I love your feet, mistress. Please let me worship them."
"Are you a foot slave?" she asked.
"Yes. I am a foot slave. I live to serve your feet. Please, let me kiss them for you."
"Very well." The boy lovingly stroked and licked her pumps. "Hey lady, you're a foot slave too. Come worship my feet, also.." The woman stopped sucking her husband's cock and crawled to Gina. Laying on the rug next to the black kid, she caressed and cooed Gina's right foot. She sat and lay herself back on the couch and watched her slaves obey her slightest order. She moved her hand down and rubbed her cunt. The girl was holding her lips apart with one hand while she tried to copulate the man's hand with the other. She was having a lot of trouble. His arm was just too short, and she had to hold herself up on her toes to give him access.
"OK. Everybody freeze!" She was surrounded by four motionless statues. She stood up and unfroze the girls She took them aside and commanded them, "Here's what you're going to do. You are both sexual predators. You like to kidnap males and molest them. You've taken these two and will have your way with them. This is what you will do." She gave them explicit instructions. "You will not be aware of my presence at all, but if I give you any additional orders, you'll obey them without hesitation."
"Yes mistress."
"Good. When I clap my hands you will carry out your orders." She went to the menfolk and lay them both face down on the floor. "Place your hands behind your back." They complied. "Your hands have been handcuffed together. You will not move your hands from behind your back. Understand?"
"Yes mistress."
"These ladies have kidnapped you. If you make a sound, they'll kill you. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress." Gina clapped her hands. The ladies jerked into life. "Well, well, well. What have we got here?" The younger one asked.
"Looks like someone forgot to take out the garbage," the older one sneered.
They went to the men and turned them over. Their hard-ons were as hard as rock. The young girl's face showed contempt and malice. "What pathetic worms they are. What shall we do with them?"
The older woman smiled at the young girl. She placed her hands on the girl's barely developed titties. "We use them, honey, 'cause that's all they're good for." The women pulled the girl to her and they kissed passionately. They fondled and kissed, removing each other's clothes as they did so. When they were both naked, the older one said, "Now watch me, sweetie, and do like this. She stood up and kicked the young kid's legs apart. She placed her foot on his standing cock and pushed it down to his belly. Grinding her foot into his organ, she compressed it hard. The boy's eyes went wide and he held his mouth shut tightly, smothering his screams. The young girl imitated the same actions on the older woman's husband, causing a similar reaction.
The females tortured and agonized the males in all sorts of ways, as Gina gave additional commands. When they took the men's balls with their toes and pulled, tears ran down the boy's face. They shaved the men completely from head to toe. The woman produced a pair of long needles which were used to pierce through lips and nipples.
Through all of this, Gina watched, repulsed and at the same time, fascinated by the scene. She was masturbating hotly. "Freeze!" she shouted. "Now switch places!" Now the women lay on the floor, while the men sadistically tormented them. All body hair was shaved off the ladies, their labia and nipples were pierced, and the men stood over them, peeing onto their faces.
Gina's orgasm was close, she needed to have something inside her. "Hey, big boy. Over here!" The man stood and came to Gina. She scrunched down so her butt was at the edge of the couch. "Now you screw me like you've never screwed before." He slipped his rock hard, purple cock into her and pumped at her furiously. Gina's blood boiled higher and higher. "Girls, come suck my tits! Boy, you kiss me." Gina was giddy with lust. "Oh... Fuck... Funck... Shit... Frunck meeeeeee!" Her arms and legs thrashed wildly as she orgasmed.
She subsided the men's erections, and commanded everyone to clean up and resume their clothes. "Now take us back to the mall. None of you will ever remember this episode." Soon she was driving back to the doctor's house in her new car. "Frunck?" she said to herself on the freeway. "I meant fuck. Hmm.."
Gina went downstairs to the lab the next morning. Doctor Warren was waiting for her. "Perhaps you'll be a little less judgmental of me in the future." he said calmly.
Gina sat in front of her screen. "Good morning to you too." She said.
He sat down and started ticking off his fingers. "Joeseph Donald Hebert, automobile salesman and old high school chum of your brother, was sent home from work yesterday for being disruptive on the job. He won't get a raise this year."
"That was Joey?"
"Phillip and Lena Osborne, Leroy Jackson and Fatima Habib, all find themselves depilated and perforated multiple times, and unable to account for a lost afternoon. The authorities are now involved, though they have few leads to go on. It seems that three of them were seen leaving the mall with a blonde, Caucasian female in her late twenties, wearing expensive clothes, lots of baubles."
Gina's hand went up to the pearl necklace she was wearing.
"Forensics have identified prints and DNA at the Osborne's house matching both Leroy and Fatima, as well as those from an unidentified source. If you still existed in any fingerprint databases, there would now be a warrant out for your arrest."
"I'd command them not to arrest me."
"And start spreading more ripples. The older couple think they've been abducted by aliens. They're going to consult a hypnotist who will 'uncover' memories of the mother ship. They'll want to go on talk shows and tell their story. If they do, he'll lose his job as an trial attorney. They need to not look like lunatics in front of the jury."
"I can fix that." she said meekly.
"I've already done so. Not yet, you still need more study. Leroy is being harassed by the kids at school right now. He's going to get into a fight oh, around two twenty this afternoon. He'll be suspended for a week. Fatima, who shows signs of sexual molestation, isn't in school today. She has had a nervous breakdown and is undergoing psychiatric therapy for emotional trauma.
Gina hand covered her mouth. "Oh god. How do you know all this?"
"Are you kidding? Fatima's made the front page. Rape's awfully rare these days. As for Joey... well I'm good, that's all. Don't sweat it, they're not worth it. I'm just glad you didn't think to go over to your father's house. Marion was there all alone. When I think about what might have happened..." He closed his eyes, made a fist and squeezed it tight for a second, then relaxed it. "Sorry about losing my temper there."
"I didn't hurt anybody, really. I wouldn't hurt Marion."
"You don't like her. I don't like her much either, to be honest and I could give a rattus rattus' ass about most people. It's you I'm concerned about. You think I don't know how power corrupts? I could write a book. In fact I already have. Tutorial lesson fifteen. Why didn't you follow the guidelines I suggested?"
"I'm only up to number fourteen."
"See, that's another mistake. Fifteen was supposed to be the last lesson you studied yesterday, so it would be fresh in your mind. Do you have any idea what it's like thing to be smart, and then start to become stupid again."
"I was going to read it, but my eyes got tired."
"Not five years ago I could have predicted the very word you would have left off at. Well, read it today please. I'll see you at lunch." He stood and turned to leave. He stopped at the stairway and turned. "Gina, I do have enough smarts left to know this much. Did you happen to catch yourself in a Freudian slip while at the Osborne's?"
Gina's looked confused, then remembering, looked offended. "Did you bug me again?"
"You were driving a new car, wearing new clothes. I'd have had to hide the bug on your person. Besides who's going to monitor you after I'm gone. No, I've been running a Gina Robinson simulation for years." He tapped his head. "It's pretty well debugged by now. You said 'fuck' but it came out differently. What was it you said?"
Gina opened her mouth but couldn't speak.
"You know what I'm saying. While the middle-aged man was having sex with you. Just as you orgasmed, you said his name."
"Phillip?"
"No, not Phillip! Come on Gina, Think! Sounds like 'fuck' but add an 'r' and an 'n'."
"No. I..., I don't remember."
"Yes you do. I'd really like to hear you say it, Gina."
Gina's lower lip quivered. She didn't want to think about it.
"Extraordinary. Well, I'm not going to force you, so I'll say it for you. The word was 'Frank.' Frank, as in Frank Robinson, your father. Keep studying, Gina." He turned away and climbed the stairs.
Gina went pale. Then she buried her head in her hands and sobbed.
"Paris is well worth a mass."
"I would rather be a beggar and single than a queen and married."
As the weeks passed she continued to learn from the computer. Her skills improved both in creating programs and in giving immediate commands to people she met. The lessons covered other things, too. Each chapter in the tutorial was followed by an extensive test. Only after passing the test was she allowed to advance to the next chapter. History lessons on a gallery of rulers, from Alexander the Great to V.I. Lenin, as well as commentaries dealing with various aspects of leadership were given.
As Gina's reawakened moral beliefs slowly fused with the taped personality she had lived with for so long, her interest in sex leveled out, but still reared itself on occasion. A few times she called the escort service and had men, and more rarely women, come to the house. Sometimes she controlled them and had them do her bidding, other times she would allow them their own minds. She always tipped generously.
Ben was neutral about this. He explained one evening after dinner. "It's your choice. Don't forget who you are, though. You hold power of life and death over every human being. Hold your subjects close, but not too close. Especially with your family."
"What about my family?"
"Don't get upset, but I think you should erase yourself from their memories, like I did with mine.."
"No," she said flatly.
He shrugged. "I understand. It might not even be the best thing for you. You're part of the new world, Gina. I believe that's what the world needs in its ruler right now. Out with the old, in with the new. The king is dead, long live the queen. Gina, would you marry me?"
"Huh?" He had a habit of switching subjects on the fly like that.
"I love you and I'd like you to be the mother of my child." He said it like he was asking her to pick up some milk at the market.
Gina looked at him for a few seconds. "No," she said, shaking her head.
"May I ask why?"
"I don't love you."
"You did at one time. Remember that night in the hospital long ago, when we first met? By now you must have realized that it was no coincidence. As soon as I learned that your parents were going to tell you kids of their plans to divorce, I dropped everything and commandeered a military jet into town. I ordered the doctors to slap a cast on my leg to kindle sympathy from you and had them put me into your room. Everything was arranged with fine precision so I could spend some time with you alone and try to recover you. I fell in love you that first night. But even if I had hated you, you'd still be here today."
"Later on, when I freed you from your tape commands, I tried to make you see me as a potential enemy. That was to test your powers of machination, as well as your ruthlessness. I must admit, you did so-so on that, you're just too trusting.. Stalin would have had you for breakfast. Fortunately, there are no more Stalins, at least not for you. Whether or not you create one someday or not still remains to be seen."
"Anyway, I'm not asking you to marry me because I love you, and you shouldn't be refusing because you don't love me. I'm doing it so you'll have your child. I can see as plain as day that you're going to have one sooner or later, You're just that type of person. And when it does, you'll maybe have a husband kicking around the palace. Eventually you'll tell him about your... profession, as it were. Hell, you might even do something really stupid like freeing him from tape bondage. With two people free all my precautions become moot. The results could be very, very bad. Besides, I'd make a good husband, and you'd inherit everything after I'm gone. A sensible solution, don't you think?"
"But I don't want to get married."
Ben closed his eyes and sighed. He carefully folded his napkin and set it on the plate in front of him. "When will you start thinking about something other than yourself?" He stood and left the room.
Gina took stacks of clothes out of the dresser drawers and put them into her suitcase. The doctor stood, leaning against the doorway.
"You've never been one to run away before, Gina. Can't we work this out?"
"There's nothing to work out. I quit. Get somebody else to run the world."
"No. You're it."
"I don't want it."
"Do you want to be taped again? To be returned to the community?"
Gina stopped packing. She looked at the doctor, her face full of loathing."Is that my choice? Either be trapped with you or go back to being a happy idiot?"
"You weren't always happy back when, as I recall. But no, you have lots of choices. I gave you the power to make these choices because I felt you were the best person for the job. I still do. The fact that you don't want it only confirms my judgment. A good rule of thumb: Anyone who wants to rule the world should under no circumstances be allowed to do so. But you don't have to leave."
"Do I still have to marry you?"
"Not immediately, but if you do stay, eventually you will."
Gina forced her suitcase closed and locked it. "Here's the keys to the car. I returned all the other stuff."
Ben shrugged. "Keep it." Gina tossed them onto the bed. "I assume that you're going to be staying with your mother for now." he said.
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"You're right. Sorry to nose in. May I call you once in a while, to see how you're doing?"
Gina made a face. "I don't think that would be a good idea."
"I understand. Well, I wish you good luck. We may not meet again." He turned and left.
Picking up the suitcase, she walked out the bedroom door. Ben was nowhere to be seen. She went down to the foyer. Mrs. Montoya was waiting there. Gina went to the woman and took her hand. "Goodbye, Mees Gina," the older woman said, holding back a tear.
"Goodbye Esmerelda. I'm going to miss you." They kissed each other's cheeks.
"Why he no leave instead of you?" Gina frowned, suddenly suspicious at the reference to the doctor. A part of her still didn't think he would just let her walk out like this. Maybe he was using Mrs. Montoya to get her to stay somehow. Without another word, she picked up her bag, opened the front door and exited.
Mindy and Gina Robinson sat at the kitchen table working a jigsaw puzzle. As they searched and tried pieces, they talked. As worried as Mindy was about her daughter, she patiently waited until Gina was ready to talk to her about Ben.
Gina said, "I think Lisa took it the hardest when I dissolved all my sex circles. She said that I was way beyond nun and had gone directly to Virgin Mary status. She said I should get some help."
"To be honest dear, I'm still a trifle baffled why you did it. You say you still love us, but you don't love us." She shook her head.
"I really can't explain, mom. It's just..., not right."
"So you keep saying." Mindy took her daughter's hand and held it tenderly. "Honey, I think it would be good for you." She lightly ran her fingers over it and slowly brought it up to her lips.
Gina pulled her hand back. "Mother, stop that!"
Mindy's eyes glazed over. "Yes, mistress," she droned. Then, a second later, she blinked and resumed searching for pieces.
Gina sighed. Her mother continued to make gentle advances to her, despite her commands that she stop. The attitudes about sex were too ingrained, at too high a meta-imperative. She would obey Gina for a short while, then the instruction would wear off and her incestuous impulses would return. She could have taped her not to do this, but she would have to return to the doctor's house to prepare the tape.
Kevin and Sally came over for dinner that night. Afterwards, in the family room, they had an announcement to make.
"Mom, sis? We have something to tell you. Sally's pregnant!"
"That's wonderful!" Mindy gushed. Mindy and Sally stood and hugged. "Grandchildren at last! When are you due?"
"Around Christmas."
"I hope she enjoys these as much as I have," she said, squeezing Sally's breasts. The pair started to kiss and play with each other.
"How big do you think they'll get?" Sally asked.
Mindy pulled Sally's tee-shirt off.. Her already copious breasts jiggled free. "I don't think they'll get much bigger. But they'll be sensitive." The older woman knelt and pulled down the other's sweats. Then Sally undressed Mindy and they went to the couch and sat together. They each placed a hand on the other's pussy and began to rub.
Gina stood and left the room. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat on the bed. The wantonness that her mother and her brother's girlfriend were showing for each other made her a little nauseous. She'd seen her mother masturbating several times since she'd moved back home, but this was just too much. She heard a gentle knocking on the door.
"Hello Gina? May I come in?" It was Kevin.
"Kevin, go aw..., wait!" Gina was going to order him to go away, but she stopped herself. "Come on in, if you want."
Kevin entered and sat next to Gina. "Are you OK, sis?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
Gina's lip trembled, like she was going to say something, then she broke down, crying. Pulling her brother to her, Gina hugged Kevin tightly. Kevin let her hold him and rocked her back and forth. "It's OK Gina." He said. Gina felt his familiar body press close against hers and smelled his body. After she stopped crying, she held him close for a moment and her breathe became a trifle more rapid. Kevin sensed Gina's growing desire and quickly pulled away from her. After all, they weren't circle partners anymore. He looked at her wonderingly. Gina's nipples had hardened. Gina sat there, shocked at herself, memories flooding back of all the times they had made love together. Then, like someone else was controlling her, she threw herself at him, grabbing his head and kissing him passionately. Kevin, moved away and fell off the bed. landing on the floor on his back. "Gina! What are you doing?"
"I want you, Kevin! Take me!"
"Yes mistress." Kevin started to stand, eyes wide and unblinking.
"No! Not like that! I want you to be normal."
Kevin blinked. "Let's call the Center."
Gina looked down on him. She was torn between her desire for him and her hatred for the community and everything it stood for. Kevin chose that moment to give her his silliest of all possible grins. Slowly the corners of Gina's mouth twitched and moved up into a smile that da Vinci would have died for. She reached the v-phone next to the bed and dialed the Center.
Sally buried her face in Mindy's lovely pussy and lapped away. Mindy's heat radiated from her thighs, warming Sally's face. Sally's hand reached down and began to twirl around her privates. She could feel the older woman's legs resting on her shoulders, delicately squeezing her head. Sally adored Mindy. The woman was always so graceful, so distinguished. Even now with her delicious pussy being sucked, and she about to orgasm, she was somehow elegant and in control. Mindy held Sally's head gently but firmly to her twat as her climax began it's long march through her body. Sally drew her boyfriend's mother's clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.
"Oh thank you dear, that was wonderful," Mindy said when she returned to Earth.
"Did you like that?"
"Mmmm Hmmm." The women kissed for a while. "Sally, I want you to know that, while I didn't approve of you at first, I think now I was wrong. You're going to be a terrific mother."
Sally beamed. "Thanks Mindy. May I call you mom?"
Mindy looked around, ignoring the question. "Say, where is your man, anyway?"
"He went upstairs with Gina." The two women looked at each other, then smiled.
"Perfect."
Gina sat on her brother, straddling his waist, her long billowing dress covering her legs except for her feet. Kevin lay back with his hands behind his head. She typed in her own and Kevin's information, then tossed the v-phone over her shoulder onto the bed. She bent down and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Kevin never moved, he let her direct everything. Gina unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands along his strong, familiar chest. She then unbuttoned her own shirt and moved her hips back, laying on top of him. Kevin moaned around her tongue as she rubbed her bra against his front.
Gina pulled her tongue out of her brother's mouth and sat up. Kevin lay there, grinning, happy that his sister had finally come to her senses. "Seems like the first time again, eh sis?"
"Yeah, kinda." Gina moved down and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down between his ankles, then his shorts, she took his bulging dick in her hand. She gave it a couple of strokes..., and he came. Shots of semen went high in the air and splashed off his chest. Gina moved forward and rubbed his tip against her bra. He continued to shoot driblets, soaking the material.
Kevin wiped his forehead on his shirt sleeves. "See what you've done to me! I haven't come that quickly since I was seventeen."
"Well, if I remember correctly, when you were seventeen you needed to come at least four times before you were satisfied." Gina moved her mouth down and took his slightly softer cock into her mouth. She sucked out the last of his cum and stroked him back to full hardness.
"Oh..., I'm gonna come again, sis," Kevin moaned.
Gina sat back and lifted her legs. Pulling her panties off she set them over his face, positioning them so he could see her through the leg holes, a silly thing they had done as children. Then she moved on top of him and slowly lowered herself onto him. That was too much for Kevin and he orgasmed again, while he was only halfway inside her. The white fluid leaked down out of her twat and soaked the hairs on his cock and balls. This only served to lubricate her more and she easily slid down the rest of the way. She humped him frenetically, keeping him hard. Even with his mouth covered she could see his grin in his eyes.
Mindy strapped the dildo on and positioned Sally on her back. Moving in front of her she had the girl suck on her cock while she played with her pussy. Sally raised her hips high off the floor as Mindy's fingers buried themselves deeper. "Now, you be Gina and I'll be Kevin." the older woman said.
"Mmph." Mindy continued to masturbate Sally as she sucked. Sally's twat was so wet now, her fingers were wrinkled from the moisture. Her legs spread involuntarily and her rump sunk down to the rug. Mindy withdrew the dildo from her mouth, moved around her, and reinserted it in her pussy.
While Sally yelped with each push, Mindy ran her hand on the expecting mother's tummy. She took note those wide hips and envied the young woman. "She's not going to have half the trouble I had," she thought as she continued to pound into the young woman.
Gina bounced up and down on her brother in the old rhythm they had used so many times before. A small sense of wrong still fluttered in the back of her mind, but she found this somehow made it more exciting. They complemented each other perfectly. Kevin let her do all the work for now, but he soon saw that she was tiring. As Gina's tempo slowed and became erratic, he pulled his arms from behind his head and removed the panties from his face. "How about moving to the bed?" he asked.
Gina pulled off of him and stood up. Kevin followed and they fully undressed each other. Gina lay back on the bed and Kevin moved atop her. He entered her and they soon were lost in the old, innocent ecstasy again. Gina closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around him as memories of screwing her brother came to her. There had not been a trace of guilt in those days. As she thought back to her childhood, she felt herself start to come. She buried her head in his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Oh Kevin! Oh God! I'm coming... Nnnugh... Oh Kevin, I love you!" She raised her legs high and spouted gibberish as her mind disintegrated under the orgasms turning through her.
"I love you too Gina." He replied as his own urge took over and he released deep into her womb. They rode the simultaneous climax together for a long time, drifting together in the astral plane, then slowly returning to their bodies.
As they lay next to each other on the bed, Kevin felt a sense of release and contentment he hadn't had in a long time and soon dozed off. Gina on the other hand, sat there and watched him sleep, trying to come to terms with what had happened. She had just fucked her brother and it was as good as it had ever been. What was bothering her was..., well it just wasn't bothering her. She was confused. Normally she might have called Ben and talked to him about it, but now... One thing she did know though, with her darling brother around, she wasn't going to be hiring any more hookers to service her. Her thoughts drifted to her sister, her sweet, petite sister and she felt a twinge in her loins. She closed her eyes and pictured her in her mind. Her hand drifted down to her crotch and tickled her still swollen bud as she fantasized about Lisa dancing naked for her.
She was so deep in her own thoughts she didn't hear Sally and her mother, still wearing the strap-on dildo enter the room.
"Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection."
"It is amazing how nice people are to you when they know you are going away."
The next morning Gina called Lisa, her sister.
"Hello?" Lisa appeared on the screen. She was naked in bed, reading.
"Hello Lisa."
Lisa crossed her arms and looked away from Gina. "I'm not talking to you anymore."
"Well then just listen. I called to apologize. I'd like you to rejoin my circle.."
"Oh that's wonderful!" she squealed and jumped around on the bed. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you, Gina. But I was so hurt at what you did."
"That's OK. I had it coming."
"So now can you tell me what this was all about?"
"Sorry, sis."
"Dad said you were either sick or crazy."
"Well, I wasn't sick, so I guess I was crazy." Lisa opened a second phone line to the local Community Center and they went through the formalities. Then they made sister-talk about how each other had been doing.
"So who else have you joined with?"
"Kevin and mom and Sally. "
"Are you going to join with my guys?"
"Are they there?"
"No they're out at an audition."
"Well, have them call me when they get home."
"Cool! How about dad?"
Gina swallowed. "I don't know..."
"Come on Gina. What'll he think!"
"Look, I don't want to!"
"Yes, mistress." Lisa murmured in a monotone, her eyes suddenly glazed..
Gina felt a twinge in her loins as she realized that she had just enslaved her sister. Normally, she would have quickly brought her back out, but her sister had looked so cute bouncing on the bed, she wanted to see it again. "Bounce on the bed like you just did."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa jumped up and down.
"That bed is huge," Gina thought as her little sister mindlessly hopped. "Of course it's huge, she has three husbands." Gina watched for a few more seconds. "OK Lisa, stop. Now stand on your head, facing me."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa knelt down facing away from the television screen. Gina got a full view of Lisa's ass and pussy. Then she lifted her legs and balanced herself up.
"Now spread you legs apart, as far as you can without hurting."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa's lithe legs went into a split, coming all the way down perpendicular with her torso.
Gina ran her hand lightly around her breasts as she watched her sister pose for her. Lisa's pubic hair was mostly shaved, leaving a thin black line running up her crotch. Her narrow hips seemed scarcely wider than her waist. Her tiny nipples were points and her bosom rose and fell rapidly. Her face was starting to get red from the blood rushing into her head. "Lisa, roll over onto your back."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa lay there, waiting for further orders.
"Lisa, when I count to three, you will return to normal. You will masturbate explosively for me, for your sister. One, two, three."
Lisa lay there for another second or so, then in one fluid movement, she turned over and stood on her knees with her legs spread wide. She thrust her hands into her privates. "Oh God, Gina. I'm so fucking turned on, I can't help myself." She pinched her teats and moved closer to the screen so Gina could get a better view. By now, Gina's hand had moved beneath her nightgown and had started roving around in her own crotch. She wished that Lisa were here now. The taste of Lisa's pussy floated through her mind and her mouth watered. Lisa's exhibition was going over the top. She was sucking on the fingers on one hand while the other was almost entirely inside her twat. As she came, Lisa, still on her knees, jumped up into the air a good foot or so. As she landed, her legs came out in front of her and Gina saw her pussy open wide and then slowly close again. Gina brought her face up to the v-phone and pressed her lips to Lisa's crack and soon came herself.
When Lisa recovered, she continued the conversation as though nothing had happened. "So what about dad?"
Gina smoothed her nightgown back down and sighed. "I don't know."
Later that day, Kevin called her and spoke to her.
"Dad's been calling me all day! He's worried sick that you don't love him anymore."
"That's not it." Gina was beginning to weary of all the badgering. She knew that they would persist in pleading with her. It was part of their programming.
Kevin continued, "It's just not right Gina. You need to come to terms with this. Why don't you love dad anymore?"
"I do love him."
"You say so, yet you act like you don't. I don't understand."
"Look, just because I don't want to go to bed with him doesn't mean I don't love him." Kevin wore a confused look. "There is a difference," she continued.
"Is it Marion?
"No, it's not Marion."
"I know you don't like each other."
"You're right, but that's not it."
Kevin thought for a moment. "So although you love them, you won't love them... Is that it? I mean, do you object to starting a circle with them or having sex with them?"
"Both, really. But mostly having sex."
"Hmm... Well can't you join, and just let it go at that? I mean you can still do whatever you want. Do it for me, sis." He grinned his silliest grin. "Please."
Gina sighed. "All right. For you."
Gina relaxed on the sun deck pondering. Her relationship with her family, indeed with the whole world was going to be completely different. Anytime she wanted she could absolutely control anybody. What would she do with the rest of her life? Would she go back to her practice? She could probably cure people so quickly now, by commanding them, that she'd probably not be able to make a living at it. She found the thought amused her. You want to be helpful, but not too helpful.
Maybe another line of work. Politics... she could easily win any election she entered. And get what, power? She had already renounced the Rulership of the World. Well what do I like? Movies? Comedies?
She was deciding between movie critic and stand-up comedian when her mother came outside. "Honey, there's someone here to see you."
"Who?" She was wondering if the doctor had come for her.
"Esmerelda Montoya."
"Send her out here and leave us alone. That's an order."
"Yes mistress."
"Mees Gina, ees good to see you."
"And you, Esmerelda. What can I do for you?"
"Ees Dr. Warren. Since you leave, he no eat, he no get up, he just stay een bed all day long."
"And he sent you here?"
"No. He tell me if I go see you, he fire me. But I can see he weeshes you come back to heem."
"Stay normal, but answer all of my questions truthfully. Did he command you to come here?"
"No."
"Then why did you come?"
"He worry me. I think he ees dying."
"He is dying. He has brain tumors."
"No. He tell me about that. I mean he wasting away now." Gina felt sorry for him, but was also suspicious. This could all be a ploy by him to get her to come back. "Jesterday he ask me to bring heem a gun. I say no. He say 'whatever' and just shrug hees shoulders. I no can bear to see heem like thees. Please, you come see heem?"
Gina thought it over for a long time. Was this another mind game, perhaps her last test? Mrs. Montoya could still be acting under the doctor's commands. He knew a lot more about taping than she did.
But she knew she had to go back, sooner or later. She'd already decided that Ruler of the World was the only job that she was qualified for. Of course, he'd known it all along, that was why he'd let her go so easily. He knew that she'd have to return. She might have some surprises of her own, though.
Gina walked into his bedroom. He lay there like a vegetable, staring at the wall. When he saw her he managed a weak smile. She was having none of it. "So now you're the one at death's door and I'm the one who's helping. Tell me, would you really have let yourself die?"
Ben slowly nodded his head.
"And you did what, asked your housekeeper for a gun? Your housekeeper? What did you think, she'd pull out a loaded forty-five and hand it to you?"
He stared at her, motionless, except for a tear running down his face.
"You know, we're on the third floor. You could've crawled to the window maybe. Still, you got me back here. That was your whole plan, wasn't it?"
He closed his eyes and nodded.
"You set me up so I'd run away from this World Rulership of yours, and then reluctantly come back. That was the final test, wasn't it?"
"You passed. Flying colors," he whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Yeah, right. You're so fucking clever. You're so smart you've forgotten how to be with human beings without treating them like trained dogs. Well, here I am, here I'll stay. We'll get married, you'll give me a child and then, soon, you'll be dead and I'll be Sole Ruler. And maybe I'll follow your guidelines and then maybe I won't. Maybe I'll start by naming your kid as my heir." His eyes grew wide and he feebly shook his head. "Yes, I know all the stuff about hereditary rule being unstable, but hey, what the hell! I can do whatever I want."
Ben whispered, "Please..."
"So let's get you up and about." She went to the top of the stairs. "Esmerelda, bring up some soup for Ben. I'm going to nurse him back to health." She returned to the bed. "Now don't you fret, I'll take care of everything. I bet you're one of those who really love to be babied when they're sick, don't you?"
The doctor gulped.
"Here with a Load of Bread beneath the BoughA Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow."
"Mr, (JP) Morgan buys his partners; I grow my own."
The limousine pulled into the long, looping driveway and stopped in front of the house. The driver stepped out and opened the rear passenger door. A man in a tuxedo got out and offered his hand to a younger woman wearing a wedding gown. The man tipped the driver, who returned to the car and drove off.
The couple went to the front door and the man opened it, then picked up his wife and carried her through the threshold. Still holding her in his arms, they kissed and nuzzled a moment, before setting her down. They walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. The man stepped back a bit and took her hands. They lovingly gazed into each other's eyes.
"Love you, Mrs. Warren."
"Mmmm, the feeling is most mutual." They hugged and kissed some more. Then the woman broke the kiss. "I'll be back in a second." She went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
The man called, "I've got some champagne downstairs." He left the room and went down the stairs.
Gina slowly removed the wedding gown, stripping naked while thinking of her new husband. After nursing him back to health, he was a changed man. He told her how sorry he was to have manipulated her like he did.
"Coming back here like you did was the next to the last test. You have only one more duty to perform," he told her.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Write a tape to remove my ability to command other people. This in effect makes you sole ruler of the world." After Gina did this he showed her how to send it off to Community Centers around the Earth. "Within a week or so, that should take effect. Now I'm free. Now I can be myself again."
"What does that mean?" Gina asked.
"You'll see." The next day, he presented Gina with an envelope. "Hello, darling," he said kissing her on the cheek.
Gina was shocked at the kiss. Up until now, he had never done more than shake her hand. She opened the letter. It was an IQ test result, with Ben's name printed on the top. The score was a mere 140. Gina looked up at him. "I don't understand."
"I lowered my IQ back down to what it used to be."
"Why? Didn't you like being super-smart?"
"Oh, no, I liked it a lot. But it was no longer needed. The truth is, I did it for you."
"For me?"
"Mmm Hmm. You were right, I was too smart to be with other human beings. But consider it from my viewpoint. It would as if you were the only person in the world, surrounded by talking monkeys. Oh, they're lovable enough, but you can't really treat them like equals. Perhaps if I'd been born with a hyper-IQ, the socializing process might've integrated better, but that's neither here nor there. Now I'm just me again. No longer a child psychologist, no longer a sinister world dictator with superhuman intelligence, but just me, Ben Warren, average guy."
He courted her and she soon fell back in love with him. Or perhaps, she'd never completely fallen out of love with him. In any event, he bought her presents, took her dining and dancing, wrote terrible poetry to her. Now they were married and ready to consummate the ceremony. She was amazed when he told her he wanted to hold off till after the wedding to go all the way. "I was raised pretty strict and was taught that sex was for procreation only. I guess some of that's still with me. Kind of ironic, don't you think?"
Gina hung the wedding gown on the door, pulled a transparent, silk nightie out of her bag and wriggled into it. She touched up her lipstick and applied some perfume onto her body.
When Ben went downstairs he didn't go straight to the kitchen. Instead his eyes glazed over and he entered the laboratory, unknowingly responding to programming he had inserted into his own mind before lowering his IQ. Turning on the computer, he took a floppy disk out of his pocket and inserted it into the disk drive. He pressed some keys, then placed the headset onto his own head. When the tape finished, he took a small hypodermic from his coat pocket and injected something in his arm. Then he destroyed both the floppy disk and the needle, grabbed an ice bucket with chilled champagne from the refrigerator and hurried upstairs.
When Gina came out of the bathroom. Ben was standing by the bed, removing his shirt. "You're still dressed?" she asked. Ben looked at her, eyes wide as saucers, and stared, open jawed. She moved to him and finished unbuttoning his shirt.
"God, you're beautiful." He said as she pulled his shirt off. They kissed for a long, long time. He poured the champagne and they drank silently, gazing at each other.
Gina Robinson lay back on the blanket and spread her legs. She felt a familiar tongue spread her lips and tickle her clit. She looked around at the pastoral setting. the other picnickers, the kids playing by the lake. She recognized little Ben Jr. throwing bread to the ducks. Ben was six now, and nothing like his father. He was outgoing, and mixed well with the other kids. He got high marks in school and showed aptitude in sports.
Young Ben was her joy. After Ben Sr. had finally died Gina's mother sold her house and moved in with her. She helped him raise little Ben along with Kevin and Sally, who took him to Sunday School at their church. She wasn't particularly religious herself, but she was thinking of joining their congregation.
Next to her, Lisa's husbands were taking turns screwing Lisa, Hannah and Irene, chinese-fire-drill style. They each would pump on one pussy for a few minutes, then one of them would call out, "Swap!" and they'd all pull out and move to the next girl. The ladies were blindfolded so they couldn't see who was doing them, though Lisa knew her beaus well enough to tell, blindfolded or not. Every once in a while, one of them would come, yelling. All except for Hannah, who was making smothered screams from around her ball gag.
On her other side, Sally sat on the ground while Mindy ate her out. Mindy's pussy was being drilled deeper and deeper by Kevin. Sally urged Kevin on and trembled every once in a while as orgasm after orgasm surged through her. Eventually, Kevin pulled his dick out and spurted his seed over his mother's backside. Sally's hand went up and covered itself with cream, which the ladies shared between them.
Gina felt something on her face and opened her eyes. She saw her father's semi-erect cock dangling in front of her. She opened her mouth and he dropped it in. As she sucked, he gave his daughter praise for her skills.
"Oh, punkin. you suck daddy so well. Doesn't she suck well, Marion?"
Marion momentarily lifted her head from between Gina's legs. "She sure does." She kissed Gina's soft, tender inner thighs and hummed around her clit. Life's funny, Gina thought. For the first few years, after Ben died, she had dominated Marion, turning her into a total slave. Even without the commanding voice, she would jump at the young woman's orders.. That eventually grew monotonous, so she gave Marion back a bit of her old personality. Over time, the two of them grew to almost like each other. She did seem to make Frank happy, and if she ever did get out of line, Gina would fix that easily enough..
The cock in her mouth soon grew hard enough to rise up so that he could no longer keep it pointed down. "Are you ready, punkin?" he said.
"Yes, daddy," she said in a little girl voice, smiling at the slight twitch his cock gave. Frank and Marion switched positions. Gina's father slid his shaft far inside her lubricated hole while Marion lowered her puffy pussy down onto Gina's extended tongue. Today, she had commanded Marion to not feel any pleasure from sex, but to still go through the motions, faking her orgasms. As Marion play-acted another climax, Gina found herself ready to pop. Just then, her father pulled out, as he always did these days, and spurted come onto her belly. Marion bent down and began licking it up.
Just then, Ben Jr., came running up. "Mommy?" he asked, pulling her arm.
"Yes, baby?"
"Can I have some more bread for the ducks?"
"Sure thing. Marion, would you get another slice of bread for Ben?"
"OK. Here you go."
"Thank you!" He ran off.
Frank french kissed his daughter for a few minutes, while Marion sucked him back to full attention. Then he lay down and she bounced up and down on him. Gina got up and walked down to the lake. Ben was tearing small pieces off and tossing them into the lake. The ducks swarmed around as each bit landed. One smaller duck had trouble fighting its way to the morsels. Ben noticed this. He tried to toss one directly to the runt, but each time he was pushed out of the way by a larger fellow. Ben had only one treat left, now. Pursing his lips, he thought for a moment. Then he picked up a light colored leaf and wadded it up. Throwing it far over the heads of the ducks they all turned tail and chased the prize. The runt was left in the rear, but all the other ducks had their backs turned to it. Ben tossed his last bit of bread out and it landed directly in front of the little one, who quickly gobbled it up.
Gina picked her son up. "That was really sweet. You're a good kid, you know that?" She hugged him close. "I love you."
"I love you too, mommy." Ben Jr. said and kissed her. What Gina didn't know was the single word he added to himself: "Extraordinary."