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   Not NanoTechnology I Prelude to Slavery
   She was just going about her daily routine; cleaning the house,
straightening where a mess had been made, doing the laundry.  It was early
in the morning as the thirty eight year old woman realized that although
she'd had it rough in the past her situation was finally starting to turn
around for the better.  She was married and had two wonderful children and
a grumpy husband; what more could a woman want?  She smiled as she
reflected these thoughts and folding her laundry preparing it for it's
short term storage until used by the family members later.  As she smiled
the woman thought of the implant and just how glad she was that she had it.
The implants were impossible to get now, of course, but wasn't that the way
all good things went?  The implant had performed very well from the first
day it had been put inside her to help her control her pain and that had
been almost seven years ago.  Almost immediately she had been able to drop
the usage of the drugs that she used to help control the pain and start
over.  It took almost eighteen months but at the end of that time she was
clean; free of the narcotics (and the influence that went with them)
forever.
   The pain had been caused by a fall when she had been outside doing some
housework and she had reached a little too far when standing on a ladder.
The drugs had helped after the fall (but they had almost ruined her
marriage because she couldn't afford to pay for them with cash all of the
time).  The drugs had allowed her to live a somewhat normal life.  Then,
through a friend, she'd heard of this experimental program out of one of
the leading Universities in the land.  The device was new, experimental,
and as yet untested.  Test subjects were needed.  She immediately realized
that if she could use a device such as what was being described to her she
would be able to get off the damnable drugs and the hoodlums who pushed
them.  She wasn't a young woman any longer and the thought of going through
the rest of her life addicted to a narcotic was not a pleasant one.  She
located the test subject area and applied for a device insertion.  At first
she was refused, but after she had an opportunity to explain why she needed
the device she was moved up to the actual surgical implantation schedule.
The doctors were very understanding when she explained that the real reason
for wanting to try the device was to become free of the narcotics.
   It was agreed upon by the doctors that her need met the special criteria
for the use of their experimental program but the doctors had warned her
that it was strictly experimental; that there were only a few thousand that
were going to be tested in her area.  She had been a little skeptical about
having an untested bionic device inside her but she was told that all the
external tests had worked out flawlessly.  The device was powered by body
chemistry, something brand new, and it could not be removed once it was
inserted.  If the device failed another would be inserted to take over. 
Tissue growth around the insertion site and the near nano sized
computerized mechanisms were some of the reasons the device couldn't be
removed after having been placed "into service".
   She was one of the lucky ones because almost as soon as she was out of
surgery and over the post surgical trauma she realized immediate relief. 
The pain she had been experiencing was nearly totally gone!  It was almost
a miracle as far as she was concerned.  Later tests revealed the device was
working perfectly and doing what it had been designed to do.  The second
year was even better than the first and she confided with her physician
during that second year that the device was working so well that sometimes
she experienced no pain at all when she probably would have if she would
not have had the device.  She explained, when the doctor had asked what she
meant, that she could now do almost twice any many physical exercises, walk
almost twice as far, and never, ever have the slightest cramp or slightest
discomfort from her exercises.  In addition and she blushed red when she
confided in her physician, the device seemed to actually intensify her
sexual pleasure.
   The doctor explained that this was a "discovery" that the team working
with the device had made and one of the reasons for calling her into a
meeting.  Other "discoveries" had been made about the device.  She studied
her doctor's face and there was a feeling of sudden disquiet because he was
very serious.  Some of the other "discoveries" were evidently not so nice.
The doctor prefaced his remarks by stating to her that with any bionic
device that had not been tested other than externally there were always the
unforeseen complications.  She was becoming concerned as he continued to
speak in disquieting tones about some of the ramifications that had been
uncovered during the usage of the device.  Her device number was three five
oh seven.  The three indicated it was the third generation and perhaps the
most advanced but it was also a number to indicate how many other devices
had been implanted so she wasn't alone in these new area's which had been
uncovered.  Finally, after he had laid the groundwork, he told her what the
problem specifics were.  It appeared that the devices could be activated
remotely by using something he called a phase inverter tuned to the
frequency of her implanted chip.  She had no idea what that meant and the
doctor didn't go into detail.  He did, however, explain to her on that
fateful day that by remote application the device could be used against her
system rather than for her system.  He demonstrated by sending her a wave
which translated into an almost unbearable shock feeling almost as if every
muscle in her pelvic area was tied up at the same time.  It felt like
someone had dropped an electric wire across her pelvis.  It was one of the
most uncomfortable and painful experiences of her life.  Even the pain
she'd had before the device had been inserted was less than what she
experienced by the wave that the doctor sent to her body's chip.  By
changing the phase slightly the wave had the effect of electric energy
flowing inside her body so that the device either wasn't working or that
the device itself was generating waves of energy that contracted her
muscles.
   There was also the other wave, the non inverted phase wave.  When that
wave was sent out.........  she climaxed; an uncontrolled, unwanted,
totally uninhibited sexual climax that left her breathless.  The last
revelation was that the microprocessor that was the "brains" of the
electronics was a little too well constructed.  Several women had already
reported that tendrils of stimulation were sometimes felt just short of
their areola and that periodically their nipples became very sensitive and
aroused.  A fluoroscopic scan already performed on her had revealed that
her microchip had also performed the same modifications to her system
resulting in periodic and uncontrolled nipple stimulation, or at least not
controlled by the host, but by the microchip.
   It was because of these unforeseen complications that the devices had
been removed from the market.  It was felt that in the wrong hands these
devices could do more harm than good.  The doctor requested that she visit
once a year, but told her that if the device failed then it failed.  There
would be no replacement for it and no further follow up.  He did tell her
that the failure rate of the device was now at less than two percent.  She
continued to see the doctor for the next two years and at the end of that
time the doctor informed her that the entire program had been discontinued
and she no longer would be under his or any other medical supervision.  The
Project had been suspended, totally abandoned but that all was water under
the bridge now and she was glad that she had a device.
   II Yanking Her Chain
   She lifted six of the towels and got up off the couch walking across the
floor towards the bathroom when the room exploded.  Actually the room
didn't explode but it felt as if her body had!
   She dropped to her knee's the towels flying across the floor as she felt
an agonizing wave of pain lash through her middle section then surge
upwards towards her lungs.  She wanted to scream out, but it was too late
for even that as darkness suddenly overwhelmed her.  She remembered looking
at the clock above the mantle on the fireplace and it had indicated it was
eight forty in the morning.
   She rolled over onto her back gasping, realizing horribly that some
amount of time had gone by.  There was a puddle of drool on the floor where
her mouth had been.  She turned her head and saw the clock now read nine
ten.  A half hour she had lain on the floor unconscious.  She rolled over
and was able to get up on all fours before she upchucked.  She puked all
over the floor.  It took a shaky forty five minutes for her to clean up the
mess she'd made on her own front room floor.  The towels went back
downstairs to go back into the laundry.  On her way back up the stairs the
pain started again, Oh god no!" she exclaimed as the pain overwhelmed her
and she fell down at the landing on her hands and knees.  She suspected it
was the device malfunctioning inside her.  She lost consciousness a second
time in an hour.  When she returned to her senses this time it wasn't as
bad.  She didn't feel like puking.  The telephone was ringing.  She lifted
the telephone receiver and said, "Hello," shocked that the pain was gone!
   There was silence, but someone was there.  "Hello," she said again,
then, "is anyone there?"
   "I'm here," said a male voice as a sudden jab of pain hit her abdomen
and went away.
   "What do you want?" she demanded.
   "Guess," said the male voice.
   She realized it was an obscene telephone call and hung the telephone up.
The pain started right away, not intense, but enough to let her know it
wasn't a 'malfunctioning' device.  The telephone rang again, a second time
and as before as soon as she picked it up the pain went away again.  She
got the message.
   "What do you want?" she asked this time less demanding.
   "Just to let you know that I exist and I will be in touch."
   He hung up.
   She took the receiver from her ear and looked at it like it was the
first time she'd ever seen it.  It wasn't the first time she'd ever seen
the receiver but it was the first time that anyone had so much control over
her that she was now a virtual slave!  The doctor had warned her of this.
She almost wished she were back on the drugs.  Then she remembered the
awful things she had to do to get those drugs.  She shuddered and thought
that it was better having even a malfunctioning device.  Those times were
gone and she didn't want to go back to them.  What if the device failed
totally, what then?  She wasn't sure.  It just wasn't fair!  Why were all
of the good things always perverted to be used against people instead of
for them?  She didn't have the answer to that question but she was sure of
something and that was the terrible pain she'd felt.  That was real and
could not be ignored.  For a few weeks she lived in a constant state of
worry as to when the Voice would return.  The weeks slid into months and
her worry state eased into concern and almost a rationalization that she
would never see or hear of him again.
   III.  The Voice of Control
   It was like a gentle slow pressure that she felt all the time that she
was shopping out at the mall.  At first she wasn't sure what it was that
she was experiencing and then suddenly she had the awful thought that for
some reason she was becoming sexually aroused.  There wasn't a reason for
her to become horny, she wasn't thinking of anything sexual and she
certainly hadn't been doing anything sexual yet here she was getting closer
and closer to a climax.  She stumbled as she went out to her car, not
because she was in pain, but because she was actually flowing down below;
her juices oozing from her hot inflamed pussy and running down the inside
of her thigh.  She was hot, god she was fighting to keep from climaxing as
she crossed the parking lot!  What was wrong with her?  She opened the
electronic door to her car vaguely aware of a small piece of paper caught
between the wiper blade and the windshield.  She opened the car door and
got inside and as soon as her fanny hit the seat she moaned nearing a
climax!  The first climax was satisfying and yet horrible because she had
no idea where it had come from!  She closed the car door and sat there
thinking of what had happened and she could not for the life of her figure
out what had caused the unusual physical reaction to....  there wasn't
anything!  Then she remembered the ticket on the front of her windshield.
   She got out of the car and retrieved the paper.  There was something
hard and small caught in a small envelope.  On the envelope was a message
with her name on it!  The message read, "Put this in your ear."
   It looked like a small hearing aid.  Well, she certainly wasn't going to
do that!  She didn't even know where it came from.  She got back into her
car and was about to put the key in the ignition when a horrible pain
lanced up from her belly.  It was like a cramp but it was far worse.  The
pain took her breath away and she doubled over leaning on the steering
wheel and unable to do anything but sit there in increasing discomfort. 
She realized horribly that if the pain continued to escalate she would
loose consciousness.
   Then, almost without thinking, she put the device in her left ear. 
Instantly the pain went away.  It left her almost like it was never there!
She was breathless from the previous pain but now she felt ok.  She took
the device out of her ear and the pain returned gradually getting worse and
worse.  Putting the little device in her ear stopped the pain instantly
again.  She tried this procedure four or five times incredulously and then
left it in her ear.  She was about to start her car again when she went
through a fantastic climax a second time.  She moaned and came and came. 
It was one of the most intense series of climaxes she had ever felt and
they resulted in overwhelming orgasmic relief.  But then she started to
climax yet again!  God, this was awful and beautiful at the same time!  She
sat in her car and shivered in delight, disgusted at her own pleasure, yet
unable to stop any of the intense sexual feelings that ran through her
body. Her nipples hardened uncontrollably and she began to perspire
uncontrollably as she shuddered, shivered, and climaxed yet again!  She
realized horribly she couldn't drive like this; she couldn't even
reasonably communicate with anyone like this!
   It was then that she heard the voice and it was coming from what she had
thought before was the hearing aid.  "Did you like that, lady?  It's better
than the pain isn't it?"
   She shook her head thinking she had imagined that as she reached up and
picked the little coin like disk out of her ear yet another time.  No
sooner had she withdrawn the disk than the pain started up from her groin
gradually building leaving her short of breath.  She fought it for as long
as she could then put the disk back in her ear feeling the pain subside. 
The Voice spoke again, "Ah , you've figured it out, very good.  The pain
will start and gradually build if the disk is not in place.  Over time the
battery will die in the disk but I will replace it as long as you are a
good girl .oh and you're not crazy.  I can hear everything you can hear. 
The disk in addition to being a nullifier is also a transceiver."
   She just sat there numb, then mumbled in almost a whisper, "What do you
want?"
   "Direct and to the point.  I like that.  Well you forgot to buy some
items I want you to wear.  So you're going to have to trot that trim little
ass of yours back into the mall, we've some shopping to do!"
   "If I refuse you'll make me pay, is that it?"
   "My, such a quick learner too!  Yes, I will make you pay.  But I also
like my instructions followed rather quickly.  We are both in a learning
stage.  You will find that a slight but ever increasing pressure is
building.  This is to be expected and at periodic times, at my fancy, I
will do to you what I am now doing; a slow, gentle turn on.  A turn on you
can't avoid.  However, if you displease me .." she grunted as a sudden
painful jab of pain lanced up through her, " you will find me not too
forgiving."
   "But "
   "You can ask your questions on the way.  Get out of the car NOW."
   She exited the car as she was told to do hearing the Voice say, "Very
good.  Now into the mall, I'll instruct you as to what you are to buy."
   "You can see me?" she asked looking around apprehensively, but not
seeing anyone.
   "Quite clearly."
   "Who are you?"
   "For right now, my dear, I'm just the voice in your ear ..I like that
think of me as the Voice."
   "I should just call you Mister Voice, then?" she asked as she re-entered
the mall.
   "If it pleases you, fine.  Now go to the ladies store over to your
right. Yes the one that sells ladies undergarments.  Purchase three garter
belts all short straps; one black, one white, one skin tone.  Also some
hose would be nice three sets, one nude, one tanned, one black.  When you
purchase them please leave them out on the counter unless of course you'd
prefer to model them for me and whoever comes by?"
   "I certainly would not!" she replied her face getting warm.
   "I didn't think so," said the Voice.
   She bought the items, careful to lay them on the counter like the Voice
had told her to.  After paying for them the Voice said,
   "Very good.  Now to the drug store."
   The Voice had her buy a blade shaver and some shaving cream as well as a
product that was a cream hair remover.
   "Now find the ladies room and shave your pussy.  Also while you are in
the ladies room remove your bra and panties.  Replace your pantyhose with
the garter belt and the nude tinted hose."
   "Oh god, no!" she whispered intensely, "I can-can't do that!"
   She felt a sudden jab of pain and the Voice said,
   "You'd better and soon unless you want to experience my wrath right out
here in front of everyone."
   "No!  I-I'll do as you say."
   "Good girl!  You can report your progress to me from the ladies room. 
Obviously you will be out of sight from me then but I have taken the
necessary steps to find out if you've followed my instructions.  If I find
out you haven't .."
   She was totally humiliated.  She'd never, ever done anything like this
before.  She knew that the Voice could make her pay dearly if she didn't do
as she was told.  She wasn't sure how sensitive the transceiver was, but
she wasn't going to take the chance of not doing as she was told.  She
shaved her pub, just like she was told to do and removed both her bra and
her panties and pantyhose in a stall.  She wiggled into the black garter
belt and then put on the nude tint hose.  She put the undergarments in her
shopping bag and straightened everything before going out into the main
part of the ladies room and applied finishing touches.  She stepped out
into the main mall.
   "Very nice.  You have very attractive legs; for a woman your age.  Now
if you look to your right you will see a young man with a manila folder
tucked under his right arm."
   "I see him," she almost whispered, wondering what the Voice meant by
'for a woman your age'.  She wasn't old!
   "Go up to him."
   She advanced to where the young man stood.  He appeared to be in his
twenties and was somewhat handsome.  He was younger than she was for sure.
She walked up to him highly aware of her swaying boobs under her blouse and
thankful for the way the blouse fell away from her body.  Still as her
boobs swayed and bounced against each other she felt as if the whole mall
was looking at her.  She realized that after standing next to the young man
for several minutes that this wasn't the case.  He was looking everywhere
but where she was at.
   Then he turned towards her.  He looked at her and then took the folder
from between his arms and opened it.  He looked from the inside of the
folder back up to her face and nodded.  He put the folder back under his
arm and stepped closer to her and whispered,
   "The alcove behind you, step into it."
   She swallowed nervously as the Voice said, "Do as he tells you."
   It was dim in the corner that was hidden from the mall.  When a person
stood in the small area only their forms could be seen.  She felt the cold
hard surface of the malls wall against her back as the young man advanced.
   The Voice said, "Let him touch, no sound now!"
   She gasped as the young man moved forward and quickly bent over to lift
her skirt, sliding his hand quickly along her left thigh, over her hose
tops to her naked fanny.  Then his hand came around front and cupped her
recently shaved pubic area.  She wanted to scream out at this violation of
her body as she felt his finger slide through her now hairless slit.  It
was so degrading so humiliating .but also, in a way, erotic too because it
was in public.  She bit her lower, trembling, lip as she felt this younger
man's finger probe and find her sensitive hooded member.  She felt him
momentarily fondle her most intimate female organ before he withdrew his
hand and leaned into her whispering in her ear, "She's without panties,
shaved herself quite close, wearing only a garter belt."
   The Voice said to her, "Tell him to continue."
   She realized that the Voice had heard everything that the young man had
said!  "He-he said to continue." She said to the young man.
   He promptly checked out her breasts finding them braless.  He took his
time examining her hanging globes, as she closed her eyes in humiliation,
feeling his fingers actively excite and stimulate her nipples.  The light
was very dim in this small three sided hidden little area yet there was
enough light for her to see the younger man's face as he now released her
nipples and cupped both her breasts.  He wasn't mean but he wasn't gentle
either; he was giving her more attention than she cared for and although
was appalled by his action she found his hand and fingers somewhat
stimulating.
   Continuing to hold her boobs with both hands he leaned into her again
and said, "She's not wearing a bra and her tits are really full, firm too,
heavy, yet not saggy.  The nipples are uncovered and responded quite nicely
to my touching.  Her nipples are quite large and easily stimulated.  I
enjoy playing with tits this size."
   The Voice spoke in her ear,
   "Tell him well done.  Then ask him if he'd be interested in more
intimate encounters."
   She looked the young man in the eyes and said, "He said 'Well done,
and-and .  Would you ..be inter-interested in .more intimate encounters?"
   "Very much so," said the young man still maintaining his hold on both
her breasts.  Her breathing intensified slightly.
   "I heard him," said the Voice, "tell him to follow you at a discreet
distance and you will signal when .when your are ready."
   "He said you were to follow me at a discreet distance and I will signal
you when when it's time."
   "Very good," said the Voice.
   The young man nodded, almost reluctantly letting his hands come off her
breasts and left her standing there gasping as her nipples were now
starting to swell from the attention the younger man had given her.  She'd
just been felt up by a young man she'd never seen before and she knew for
certain that the Voice and the young man were not the same!!  What kind of
organization had she fallen prey to?
   "Now, my dear, I want you to go out to your car.  It's time for another
climax."
   She walked out to her car unsteadily realizing what this was partly all
about.  The Voice was demonstrating the total control he had over her. 
There was no backing out.  If she did as she was told she was rewarded with
pleasure.  If she didn't she was punished; all remotely and all without
ever seeing the face of the Voice.  She felt like crying but realized that
would only draw attention to herself and that was the last thing she
needed; more attention.  As she walked to where she parked her car she felt
her breasts sway beneath the blouse, felt her nipples still hard from the
recent touching and rubbing through the blouse material and getting even
more aroused, feeling the hose tops pulling on her legs making her feel
sexy, alive, and wonderful.  She was short of breath by the time she got to
her car.  She was perspiring heavily and she knew from the way her legs
were trembling that a climax was very close.  She hurriedly threw the
packages into the back seat, sat down in her car, slammed the car door
closed and leaned into the steering wheel as she moaned.  Her body was
going through another sexual climax!  She trembled and shook as she moaned
and thrust her hips upwards and around at the same time.  Good god she
needed sex so bad it hurt, as she realized the emptiness inside her was
made even more obvious by her sexual climaxing.  She knew instinctively
that although these powerful climaxes torturing the very fabric of her
being were intense that eventually the animal part of her would have to be
satisfied by a climax generated through sexual intercourse and only then
would she achieve any kind of orgasmic release.  As she settled down the
Voice was in her ear again telling her how much he appreciated seeing her
in the throws of sexual desire and reminding her that she was so alone.
   II Backseat Sex
   Somebody tapped on her driver side glass.  She looked out and saw the
young man.  She groaned just as the Voice said, "Now it's time to see how
well you fuck."
   A shiver of self loathing went through her body.  She was a married
woman, not some slut out to have sex with everything with two legs and a
boner.  She wanted to cry and the Voice was there in her ear intimidating
her, "Get out of the car and let him get a feel.  You can do your thing in
the backseat of your car."
   "What-what if I don't want to," she said as she unfastened her seat
belt?
   "Then you will experience more pain and pleasure than I gave you before.
Now move that chubby ass of yours and be sure you wiggle those big boobs of
yours for our friend."
   She wanted to cry or scream or drive away, anything but get out of the
car and give the waiting young man a "feel" of her form!  As she delayed
she felt a tingle, then a jolt of pain, then another tingle down below, the
Voice telling her if she delayed much longer she would really pay.  She
didn't want to find out what that meant; she'd just experienced a truly
satisfying climax and she knew that if she refused the lecherous Voice what
he wanted she would pay with more excruciating pain.
   She opened her car door, swinging her legs out.  She looked up and to
her left and saw the young man there, looking down at her, obviously
enjoying the view of her exposed middle thighs.  She made no effort to
cover her legs as she sickeningly realized she soon would be exposing a lot
more than just her thighs.  "Very nice, lady, nice legs that is," said the
youth as she stood.
   "Wiggle them boobies," said the Voice in her ear.
   She blushed and deliberately closed the car door after coming to a
standing position.  She followed through with slamming the car door as much
as she could which caused her big boobs to jiggle.  The youth took two
steps towards her as she backed against the car, feeling the cool metal of
the car's surface on her back and on her rump.  The youth was standing
directly in front of her now, grinning as he looked her over.
   She felt suddenly very exposed, as she could almost feel his eyes moving
over her form.  She knew that part of the feeling was being generated by
the Voice as a tremor of delight cascaded up from her loins and through her
form causing her nipples to become quite aroused, very erect, pushing out
against the blouse and obviously protruding out of through flimsy material
of her blouse.  The youth stepped one step closer as she saw his hand come
out to cup her right breast.  She shuddered both in fear and anticipation
as she felt his hand first cradle her big breast, then allow her breast
flesh to roll over his fingers.  She felt cheap, degraded, used and slutty
all at the same time.
   "Open the backseat door," said the Voice in her ear.
   Almost automatically she felt herself disengage herself from the
fondling of the youth and open the back door to her car.  She looked inside
then at the youth, realizing miserably as she did so that it must have
looked almost like an invitation.  She hadn't really been thinking what it
looked like, she had only performed what the Voice had told her to do for
fear of any repercussions the Voice could through at her.
   A wave of pleasure suddenly assaulted her and she felt her knee's
weaken. The Voice had sent her a pleasure wave of rather extreme intensity.
She shuddered and shook as the Voice said, "Now get in the back seat, hike
up the skirt and wait, be sure you lay down."
   She wanted to cry.  She felt like such a whore as she moved and obeyed
the Voice, highly conscious of the youth who was also watching what she
did. She got into the back seat, hiking her skirt above her hose tops.
   "Spread your legs a little, give the kid a show," said the Voice.
   She was lying down and she wondered how the Voice could see her.  It
wasn't until she opened her legs a little that she realized the Voice must
have placed a camera somewhere in her car because as soon as she opened her
legs the Voice applauded her willingness to comply with his desires.
   It was the weirdest sex she'd ever experienced.  She was already quite
wet when the youth observed her laying in her backseat.  She hadn't said a
word to him merely following the evil instructions of the Voice.  The youth
surveyed her, equally silent, for a moment before he got into the back seat
between her legs.  She moved to attempt to close her legs and the Voice
said, "No, no, keep the legs nice and wide for him!"
   She felt a tear form in her eye as she looked at the youth and he looked
at her and grinned.  She tried to smile, but it was difficult.  Her eyes
widened as she saw him reach for his fly.  Almost in a trance and feeling
the effect of the Device and the control that the Voice had over her, she
fought to keep from moaning.  Her arousal was becoming more pronounced and
even though she succeeded in keeping her throat from making a noise she
lost some of the control of her hips as she felt her hips churn a little,
very little, from side to side.  The movement wasn't lost on the youth
between her legs as she saw him reach into his pants and pull out a thick
hard penis.  She stared at his length as he slowly lowered himself over her
scooting his body into position so that she could now feel the bulb like
head rubbing her upper thighs just below the hem of her skirt.  She wanted
to push him away and this was evidently sensed by the observing Voice
because another wave of tremendous pleasure surged up from between her
legs. Almost at the same time the youth moved to push his hard on upwards
and as she felt contact with her genitals for the first time, she felt her
ass muscles clench in welcome response.  God she was as horny as she'd ever
been in her life!  She felt the youth's hands on her boobs, feeling him
fondle her still covered tits beneath the blouse as she felt his hard on
slide between her wet pussy lips.
   "Ah, ah!" the youth said, "very hot, very nice and hot!"
   He was, she realized miserably, referring to the warmth being radiated
by her own genitals.  Then she felt him penetrate her and she gasped
because it felt so incredibly wonderful.  It was almost like the first time
she'd ever experienced sex.  It was intensely satisfying to feel his thick
hardness fill her and she spread her legs vaguely conscious of the fact
that he was unbuttoning her blouse to get at her "fun bags" as he had
referred to her boobs.  She felt his hands hold her boobs as he thrust
slowly back and forth inside her pussy.  She felt helpless because she was
so turned on.  She tried moving her legs and found there wasn't enough room
in the backseat of her car to get the movement she wanted and in some
amount of frustration she bent her legs realizing too late that this
provided the youth with even deeper penetration to her sex.  She groaned as
he thrust his hard cock deep within her and felt her body jiggle from the
force of his fucking action.  She rotated her hips, vaguely aware of the
Voice making lewd comments about how sexy she appeared as she wrapped her
arms around the unknown youth and had sex with him.  She felt his lips on
hers, then felt his lips on the curvature of her big exposed boobs, then
finally on her rock hard nipples.  It was too much and she climaxed,
intensely as well as quickly.  It was terrible and it was wonderful all at
the same time.  The worst of it was that it wasn't the end of her
climaxing. She found the youth still fucking her, still enjoying her body,
even after she had climaxed and there was a momentary thought in her mind
that she should try and disengage herself from the youth who was actively
pounding in and out of her saturated pussy.  The Device and the Voice
worked against her again, as another wave of pleasure surged through her
body and she felt herself approaching her second even more intense climax.
She shuddered beneath the youth feeling his form on her, feeling his cold,
hard, scraping from his fly as he continued to fuck her and the metal part
of the fly instead of irritating her sensitive near genital flesh
stimulated her to a higher peak.  He squeezed a breast as he whispered in
her ear how "good of a fuck" she was for such "an older woman".  She felt
herself moving towards that second peak of a climax just as he groaned and
burst.  She felt his thick cock inside her suddenly swell, getting both
harder and wider as he suddenly expelled his thick sperm deep inside her
drenched pussy as she too reached the second of a very intense climax.  He
spurted three times deep inside her, before oozing out his fourth climax,
just as she felt her own hips buck, her ass muscles clench, as she climaxed
kissing him square across the mouth.  The intensity of her climax was too
much.  Perhaps it was because of the Device accenting her already
overworked libido, perhaps it was because she was suddenly released from
the terrible bondage of being sexually aroused, but whatever the real
reason she felt the darkness of welcome, satisfied oblivion overcome her as
she fainted beneath the young man.
   When she returned to her senses the backseat car door was closed and she
was still laying on the backseat, her legs still spread and her blouse
partially open and unbuttoned.  She could feel the gooey ooze of recent sex
fluids between her legs and for a moment she felt shocked.  Then she began
to softly cry.  She had just had sex with a youth; he had taken her willing
body and now she was left like some kind of discarded meat.  She felt
totally used, totally degraded, as she covered herself up, closed her legs,
and placed her hands over her mouth and face.  The Voice was silent too. 
She didn't know what to think.  She lay there for several minutes before
she got herself together and buttoned her blouse pushing her skirt back to
where it belonged.  The car smelled of recent sex she realized miserably as
she sat up.  There were no other cars around her, as she opened the
backseat door and then got out of the car.  She closed the door, realizing
the Voice still had not talked to her.  She straightened her blouse, then
opened the front driver's side door of her car and got in.  The Voice was
still quiet.  She took a sigh and could only think of getting home and
getting cleaned up.  She wondered as she arrived at her home what new
horrors awaited her with this evil Voice.
   
  
TheVoice