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Chia's Mind Machine 1

Authors note:  This was originally written in eight parts,
but only 1-4 survived a disk crash.  Any reader/writer is
encouraged to pick the story up and write your own
star-fucking chapter(s).  


CHIA'S MIND MACHINE

Chapter One

I can't begin to explain the mathematics, programming or
neurophyscholgy of the mind machine.  That was Chia's work.  I would
have said it was Chia's life work if he wasn't so young.  Twenty five
now, with a phd from MIT and, to my mind, no equal in his field.  That
too, is a bit ridicules, because Chia doesn't seem to limit himself to
one or two fields of scientific thought.  He is a brilliant mathematician,
an accomplished physicist, behaviorist, computer scientist, etc., etc..

The first time I met Chia was three years ago, when I was
working for a computer company, and was the account manager for
MIT.  Chia came up to me after one of my presentations, desperate
for help getting our newest, fastest RISC processor.  I usually don't
have the time to help grad students but he was so persistent that I
agreed to help him write his proposal for a research grant.  It just
took a couple of evenings to straighten out his English, and I discovered
that he was well beyond the subject of his proposal ("automated
grammatical translations from the Kanji"), and was actually using the
high speed computer and other equipment to stimulate and then record
and decipher intra-cranial brain transmissions.

Three years later he had it solved.  Chia continued to work
on reducing the size of the equipment necessary, and increasing the
range and speed of the data capture and analysis software.  I was
never really sure that Chia did anything other than lab work, and I'd
never heard of him socializing with anyone.  I guess that's why we
had become friends of a sort... he had no one else to talk to.

And we shared common goals for the machine.  Money, so
that Chia could set up an independent lab and continue his research,
and so that I could... well, have lots of money.  And I could tell that
Chia was hungry for female companionship---I was pretty certain he
was a virgin---and for this (and this only) I could relate to the brilliant
man/boy.

I took on the responsibility to find profitable and practical uses
of the machine.  Logistically, this presented several problems.  First,
the subject must be scanned for at least fifteen minutes, preferably
more, and in active mental state.  Analyzing the brain emission data
is helped if the subject is talking.

And we needed money.  As luck would have it, my company
was "rightsizing" and was anxious to find volunteers to leave the
company.  I volunteered and was given a severance package that
would keep my out of trouble for 4-6 months at my normal spending
level.  But I expected to need to travel and invest money in the
set-up of some sort of sting operation, and that fact put money as
the first priority.

The answer came to me while I was in the checkout line at
the supermarket.  I was thumbing through People Magazine, and
came across a story, "Michael Quentin - The Most Powerful Man in
Hollywood?!"  This fellow that I'd never heard of was the CEO of the
dominant agency in the world, and represented an estimated 60 of the
100 top names in acting, recording, athletics and others.  Plus many hundreds
of [currently] lesser know actors and the like.  My imagination quickly
conjured up an image of Michele Pfiffer, her deliciously quirkly
lips wrapped around my cock...

Somehow I had to get Michael Quentin under control!  Then
through him, the possibilities were endless.  Given that each of these
'subjects' were quite wealthy, it could solve our financing problems
as well.

It took me a week of thinking and scheming to flesh out a
plan of attack.  First, I flew out to Los Angeles to rent an apartment
and some respectable office space.  Then I had Chia's equipment
shipped to the office.  I called a half-dozen law firms in the LA
area, posing as an out-of-town lawyer looking to hire a very good, very
discrete private investigator.  When I mentioned that price was no
object and that I didn't care how results were achieved, three of the
lawyers mentioned the same PI, an ex-police lieutenant.  A call to his
office got me an appointment at my new LA office.

I set up all the equipment ahead of time, testing it with me
sitting in the chair that would later occupy the PI.  The receivers were
working perfectly, and Chia's software was working it's wonders analyzing
data coming from my brain, translating the symbols and data into a kind
of internal-to-the-psyche language that would allow the insertion of our
commands. I programmed the machine to implant three "suggestions"
into the mind of the PI.

"Mr. Stevens is now your most important client.  You will find
	some way to disengage from other commitments."

"Do not mention this client or the work you do for Mr.
	Stevens to anyone.  Handle all of the contact yourself."

"Do anything in your power to help Mr. Stevens, legal or
	otherwise."

The PI, Joe Gibson, arrived a few minutes late.  I started by
questioning him on his background and experience.  Ten minutes
into our meeting, he started to get impatient at all my questions, and
at my reluctance to get to the work I needed done.

"Mr. Stevens, I'm sure you called around asking about me
before you scheduled this appointment.  I'm good.  The best.  Now, what
is it you need done."

I stalled for as long as possible, then just when I thought the guy
was going to get up and leave, his eyes clouded up and his head jerked
slightly.  A moment later, I cautiously testing the instructions.

"Who is your most important client, Joe?"

"You are, Mr. Stevens."

I quickly went over what I needed done, the surveillance on
Michael Quentin.  The need to get him alone in a controlled environment
so the machine could work.  Joe listened attentively then held up his
hand to silence me.  He didn't say anything for two or three minutes,
his eyes staring off into nothing.  Finally, his eyes sharpened and a
small smile appeared on his face.

"His limo.  That's what we'll do.  Quentin takes a limo to
and from the office, and everywhere else for that matter.  Can your
stuff fit in a large car trunk?  And can it transmit and receive through
the metal that separates the trunk from the passenger area?"

A quick call to Chia answered these questions but
introduced another---power.  He'd have to rig the system to work
off of battery power.  Chia said he'd work on it and hung up.

"Joe, how do we get access to his limo?  My partner
will solve the technical problems, but it'll take some time to set
up the equipment in the trunk, and test it."

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Stevens," answered Joe.
"I'll make sure we have access and plenty of time."



A week later, Joe and I were parked in the underground
garage at The Quentin Agency.  Joe had acquired a van from
Pacific Bell and uniforms, to get past the TQA guard.  After a twenty
minute wait, Quentin's long black limo pulled into the garage
and the driver pulled over and let Mr. Quentin out near the bank
of elevators.  The driver then pulled into a reserved space, locked
the car and left.

"He's off to get coffee," Joe offered.  "If Quentin needs the
car unexpectedly, he'll be paged.  C'mon, let's get to work."

Joe managed to pick the locks on the limo with practiced
ease and, twenty minutes later, the equipment was stowed in the
cavernous trunk.  I tested the system on Joe, and everything
worked properly.  To save battery power, Chia had set up the
system with a remote control.
	
	Joe and I spent several hours at the cafe across the
street, then several more in the van, waiting for Quentin to order
his limo and leave.  Finally, at about 3:30, the limo pulled out of
the garage and headed east.

I flipped the remote control on as Joe merged into
traffic and followed the limo.  I marveled at Joe's ability to stay
two or three cars back most of the time, yet never fail to catch
the same lights as the limo.

"Damn.  He's not headed home," muttered Joe.  The
problem was we needed twenty or more minutes for the system
to process Quentin's data and implant my commands.  If Quentin
was traveling someplace close, the analysis might be incomplete
and we ran the risk that the equipment would be discovered.  As it
happened, however, the limo hopped on the freeway and was
soon stuck in the slow moving traffic heading toward downtown LA.
At about the right time, we saw the rear window of the big limo
lowered and an arm extend out, the fingers extended in a V.

This was our signal that it had worked!  One of the several
suggestions implanted in Quentin's mind was to do just this.
Breathing a sigh of relief, we continued on.  As luck would have
it, we were able to retrieve the equipment that evening, as the
driver dropped off Quentin at a downtown hi-rise then locked and
left the limo.



The next day, I was ushered into Quentin's palatial
office by his secretary.  She had called to schedule the meeting
first thing that morning.  I took a seat on a comfortable sofa and
chatted with Quentin while the extremely attractive secretary
fussed with coffee.  She had long luxurious brown hair, brown eyes
and a body that couldn't be disguised by the conservative business
suit she wore.  Mr. Quentin caught me staring at her and smiled.

"I knew this meeting was urgent," said Quentin when
the secretary left, "but for the life of me I can't..."

I cut him off with, "you want to hire me as your new vice
president of client relations.  Kind of an executive assistant.  The
salary will be $250K per year.  Find me an office on this floor I can
use, OK."

"Yes, of course," he replied, making a few quick notes
on a note pad.

"And I'll want a list of all TQA's clients.  Actually, just
the females.  Could you do that right away?"

He made another note, then picked up the phone.  A
few sentences was all it took to order the client list, and another
call to start the paperwork for my employment.  I sat back into
the sofa and smiled at Quentin, pleased that the instructions
had taken so well.

"You mind if I call you Michael?  Well, Michael, some
computer equipment will be delivered later this afternoon, and I'll
want set it up this evening, personally, here in your office.  Another
system will be set up in my new office.  Could you make sure it
doesn't get delayed."

And on it went, Quentin obeying my suggestions as if I
was the most important person in his life.  The secretary returned a
few minutes later and handed Quentin a folder.  After she left he
handed it to me.  It was an alphabetical list of TQA's clients, along
with a listing of their address, phone number, their TQA agent and
other information on billing and the like.

"Your secretary is quite an attractive girl," I said to Quentin
as I made my way through the list of TQA clients.  There were five or
six names on each page and the report felt like it was forty or fifty
pages thick.

I continued, "Is she a good fuck?"

He didn't miss a beat with his response, "I imagine she's very
good, although I can't say for sure.  She's really excellent at fellatio...
that I can promise you."  His tone was quite businesslike, just as if he
were discussing a choice of actors for a part in a movie.

"But you haven't fucked her yet, huh?  We'll, I will give her a
try and tell you how she is.  You don't mind, do you, if I borrow your
secretary every now and then for a quick fuck?"

"Not at all," he answered, smiling graciously.  "She'll arrange
for phone coverage while she's... disposed."

Before I left, I gave him a dozen or so names of TQA clients
that I was interested in, including models Cindy Crawford and Kathy
Ireland, actresses Sharon Stone, Madeline Stowe, and, yes,  Michele
Pfiffer.  I made it clear that I wanted him to arrange somehow for them
to visit him personally the next time they were in the building.  And to
advise me before any such visit.

"And would it be possible for me to look over the files of
these other clients, including photographs of them?  I don't recognize
many of the names, and wouldn't want to miss someone important."

"Well, that's a mountain-sized pile of data, and agents work
with those files daily.  Can I suggest you start with a dozen at a time
and work your way through them.  Perhaps you could start tomorrow
morning, with the A's."

"Excellent suggestion, Michael.  We don't want anyone to
start asking questions.  That'd be fine."

"They'll be on your desk first thing.  I'll have Miss Therien
take care of it."

I left his office and was shown my office, a large corner
office with a nice view of the Hollywood hills.  The equipment
arrived within an hour and I spent the early evening setting it up
unobtrusively in Quentin's office and my own.



The limo driver picked me up the next morning at my
apartment and delivered me to the TQA building.  Miss Therien
brought me coffee and an armful of files.

"Please, have a seat, Miss Therien."

I flicked on the system and chatted with her about my
new job, and what help I would need from her.  She was friendly
enough, but it was clearly at a professional level, honed to a
skill from countless dealing's with TQA's executives and
important clients.  I carefully resisted the impulse to stare at
her beautiful legs or promising bust.  Instead, I got her talking
about the mechanics of the office, how things got done, etc..

Later, after her eyes clouded up, I tested whether the
commands had taken and was pleased with the results.

"Could you arrange for phone coverage for Mr. Quentin
and myself.  I think I'm going to need you to stay with me for
the next hour or so."

"Right away, sir," she said, her voice taking on a
noticeably different tone.  My cock twitched at the throaty voice
and the twinkle in her dark eyes.  When she returned a few
minutes later I had moved from behind my desk and over to
the a comfortable chair in the opposite side of the office, near
a sofa, coffee table and television.

"Close the door, Miss Therien.  Let me have a better
look at you."  She walked over and stopped when she was a
few feet in front of my chair.  One hand on her hip, she smiled
seductively down at me.

"It's Sandra, right?"

"Sandy's fine, sir," she responded.

"Thanks, Sandy.  Starting with your suit jacket, would you
please remove your clothes.  It would please me to see you naked."

Programmed to do anything that would please me, she
beamed and began removing her clothes.  The jacket, first.  The
blouse was pulled out of the skirt and unbuttoned, slowly.  Her eyes
were on me, and the tip of her tongue came out and licked across her
upper lip.  She peeled the blouse off, revealing a white bra encasing
two large breasts.  Her hands dropped to her waist and undid the
belt and skirt.  It dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it.  Her
fingers slid under the waist band of her panty hose and started to
shimmy them down over her hips and thighs.

"In the future, Sandy, I'd like you to wear a garter belt and silk
stockings rather than panty hose.  Would that be possible?"

"Oh, yes, sir!"

"Good girl."

She was now down to her matching white panties and bra.  Her
lips were slightly parted and her breathing was noticeably heavier, her large
breasts rising and falling with each breath.

"That's fine for now, Sandy.  I want you to come over and kneel
in front of me... that's good.  Now, I want you to take my cock out and
suck me off.  If you do a good job, I'll fuck you later."

She quickly unfastened my belt and opened my trousers.  I
lifted my ass off the chair and she pulled my trousers and underwear
down to my knees.  Within seconds, she had a firm grip on the base
of my cock and was sucking noisily on the head.  The suction of her
mouth was incredible!  I nearly lost it right there!  But just at that point
her mouth relaxed its vacuum-like grip and her dead dropped down, my
cock trapped deep against the back of her mouth.  The I heard a low
groan as she lifted herself to a different angle and pushed down until I
could feel my cock worm its way into her incredibly tight throat.  If
this feeling wasn't enough, she began humming.  The physical force
of my orgasm was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and my cock jerked
in her throat and shot load after load of cum down her throat and into
her belly.



"I think I'll need Miss Therien as my private secretary,
Michael.  Do you think that might be possible?"

Michael Quentin, the biggest talent broker in the world,
responded as expected.  As programmed.

I replaced the phone and turned to Sandy Therien and
said, "I hope you don't mind..."

"No, sir, not at all!"

It was barely five minutes since I'd experienced the
greatest orgasm of my life, while fucking my cock into this
gorgeous girl's throat.  But I was ready for more.

"Take off your bra and panties, Sandy."

She reached back and unhooked her bra and the largest,
firmest breasts I'd ever seen spilled out and stood up.  Her aureoles
were almost two inches across and her nipples were thick and long.
She quickly removed her panties and stood before be.  Her pussy
was covered by a thick matt of silky brown hair.  Too thick, I
decided.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Sandy."

"Yes, sir.  Mark."

"How often do you see him?"

"Usually twice a week, sir."

"And how often do you suck him off?"

"Twice a week, sir."

"And does he fuck you?"

"Yes..", she giggled.  Then, "about twice a week."

"I don't blame him," I said.  I got up from my desk and moved over
to her.  My hands massaged her lovely breasts for a minute, then I held
each nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twirled them.  Soon her
nipples were fully erect, almost an inch long, and she was breathing quite
rapidly.

"Call him tonight.  After you've sucked him off, tell him you have
a surprise for him, but you need his help.  Have a pair of scissors, a razor, a
bowl of hot water and some shaving cream ready.  Ask him to shave your
pussy.  Tell him you want to be fourteen again, and that you want him to
take your virginity.  It will please me to have you do that.  Will you?"

"Oh, God, yes!" she cried as I pinched her nipples.

"You are now my secretary, Sandy.  We'll make up the rules
as we go along.  But one thing we should agree on now, because very
soon I expect to be quite busy with the female clientele of TQA.  When I
ring you on the intercom, and ask you to come in for dictation, I want you
to do three things for me.  One, arrange for phone coverage so that we are
not interrupted.  Two, go to the ladies room and remove your underwear.
Three, think abut fucking me so that your pussy is nice and wet.  It would
please me to be able to take you quickly, by just bending you over the
desk, raising your skirt, and ramming my cock into you.  Would that be
okay?"

"Yessss..," She cried.  I turned her around and pushed her over
my desk.  One hand caressed her white ass checks while the other
guided my cock to and into her hot, dripping wet snatch.  One shove and
I was buried to the hilt, my hips slapping against her ass.  I drove into her
fast and hard, enjoying the feeling of her cunt gripping my cock and
the sound of our coupling in the otherwise sterile business setting.  I
fucked this Playboy centerfold-type for twenty minutes, bent over the
desk, then on the sofa and finally on the oriental rug.  I finally shot my
load into her hot snatch during her second noisy orgasms of the morning.


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Chia's Mind Machine

Chapter Two

"Yes, Chia, it's working perfectly," I said into the phone when I
finally tracked down the brilliant inventor.  One of the problems with Chia
is he literally spends fifteen hours every day at the lab or in his small
office at MIT.  And when he's in either place working on a problem he
completely ignores the phone ringing.  I reached him my setting by alarm
for four in the morning and, as in turned out, caught him just as he got to
his Back Bay apartment at one in the morning east coast time.

"Of course it is," he replied, then laughed in his high-pitched way
that indicate that he was only half-joking and, I'd guess, relieved and
overjoyed that his life's work was successful.

I explained the events of the last several days, leaving out my
immensely enjoyable experiences with Sandy... after all, I didn't want him
to think I was goofing off.

"Gee, that sounds great!  What about money?  I'd like to set up
my own lab in a year or two.  Geeze, the things I could accomplish if
I wasn't teaching these dense idiots that MIT admits, and.."

"Hold it, Chia.  I think you'll be pleased at how fast we can free
you up.  I don't think it'll even be one year."

"Cool!"

"But I have to.. we have to be extremely careful how we handle
the funds we raise.  It wouldn't do to have our money transfers, from our
TQA clients to me, and from me to you, traceable in any way.  We can't
have the IRS investigating our cash flows."

"No, you're right.  But how..."

"I'm working on it... bare with me.  In the meantime, I want you to
schedule a vacation and come out to Los Angeles.  Spring vacation is coming
up next month.  I'll send you first class tickets, and you can spend the week
out here.."

"But, that's the time when I can really work, and..."

"And I'll set you up with the most beautiful woman you've ever
seen, and she will have been programmed to do anything--- and I mean
anything---you want her do with you."

There was the briefest pause before, "Okay, I'll come."

"Yes, you will.  Over and over!"

More of Chia's insane laughter followed.



Over the next week I fell into a routine at "work".  The limo
picked me up every morning at my apartment and delivered me to the
TQA building in Hollywood.  Sandy brought me coffee and attended to
my morning erection, either by sucking me off deliciously or by bending
over my antique desk or dropping to the floor so I could fuck her like
a dog.  Thoughtful girl that she was, Sandy removed her panties before
I arrived in the morning and wore sexy garters and stockings under her
skirt.  Her in a dark blue business suit, her hair and makeup appropriate
for a business environment with lots of clients.  Me in a gray pinstripe suit,
the zipper down, my cock buried in her easily accessible, hairless, hot,
wet pussy.

I usually spent the rest of the morning going over the files of
TQA's female clients, astonished at their beauty and how difficult it was
to find a client I didn't want to fuck.  There were a several older character
actresses and a few uninteresting women athletes in golf, tennis and
ice skating (although I did make an exception and include Nancy Kerrigan
on my list).  But most of the promotional pictures showed girls ranging
from the-girl-next-door cute to exotically beautiful.

The final list of fuckables totaled one hundred fifteen.  I gave it
to Quentin and we worked up an approach that would work without
arousing suspicion.  It was very rare to have Michael Quentin meet with
aspiring actresses, and he would usually see the headline stars only
infrequently.  The other complication was the client's TQA agent was
always present, wanting the exposure to the big boss and hoping that
some of Michael's star power would run off on them, or at least make it
easier to deal with their temperamental clients.

We decided that I would send out a memo to all TQA agents,
in my role as VP for client relations, announcing that Michael Quentin had
agreed to become more accessible and visible to our clients.  "We will be
in a stronger position recruiting important new clients if we can cultivate
the reputation that signing with TQA results in personal attention from
Michael Quentin, the most influential man in Hollywood," said my memo.
The rest of the memo outlined the logistics of the program.  Each agent was
encouraged to notify me of an upcoming visit from one of their clients and,
if Quentin was available, I'd escort the client to his office for a brief
(fifteen
to twenty minute) chat.  Of course, it was my intention to make Quentin
available only to the clients on my fuckable list.

Within a day of the memo circulating, my office was deluged with
calls from TQA agents saying that their client would be in the office on a
certain day, and could I arrange for them to see the big guy.  I stressed
with all of them to keep this from their clients, because it would not be
possible to guarantee Michael's availability.  By the end of the first day,
I had eight of the women on my list scheduled for the next two weeks,
the first one in just two days!

This accomplished, I scheduled a meeting with a banker who
came highly recommended by Michael Quentin.  After the usual twenty
minutes of discussion about a made-up topic, the machine had done it's
magic and the banker was now a trusted confidant.  As with all the
others I controlled, one of the instructions planted in their psyche was to
observe absolute secrecy about our dealings.  I laid out the problem
to the banker, that I expected to geta steady cash flow from certain
individuals, and that I wanted the funds to be untraceable,
untaxable and legitimate for my partner and myself.  He made
a few calls from my office and assured me that within a week he'd have
everything set up, laundering the money through a bank in the Cayman
Islands, then to two accounts in the states.  One, for me, would be
fairly straightforward, set up as an tax-free annuity from a deceased
relative.  The second account would be a registered scientific foundation,
and out of that account would come Chia's grant and a generous living
stipend.  The banker and I constituted the foundation's board of directors.
To top it off, any contributions I made to the foundation were tax
deductible from my income at TQA!



Two days later, on a Friday, I left my office on the sixteenth floor
and took the elevator down to the tenth floor office of one of TQA's best
agents.  One of his important clients was on my list and was meeting with
him.  I'd called him in the morning with the happy news that Michael
Quentin had the time to meet with his client.  I felt very nervous as I
descended in the elevator, perhaps because neither the agent or his
beautiful client were under my control.  Disastrous scenarios played in
my mind until I reminded myself that I'd been able to make
this work with very shrewd people.

"Don't get overconfident, Frank," I told myself.  "But relax...
smile... make this work."

It turned out to be a piece of cake.  The young actress was
very excited that Mr. Quentin was interested in her personally.  She
even seemed impressed that I, a TQA vice president, thought her
important enough to personally escort her to the vaulted sixteenth floor.
And the agent was too busy taking credit for Quentin's
interest to be a problem.

I studied the girl while we waited for the elevator while she
chatted bubbly about this and that.  She was just eighteen, according
to her file, and played the fifteen year old daughter of a widowed ex-football
star on a prime time TV sitcom.  She was quite short, perhaps a shade
over five feet, and had a fresh face and effervescent personality
that made her a natural to play a younger, virginal girl.  My cock
started to harden at the thought of fucking this lovely young
girl that looked so much like jail bait, so I quickly put my imagination
on hold and tuned my attention back to what she was saying.  We rode
up the elevator chatting like the best of friends.

Her meeting with Quentin came off without a hitch.  I met her as
she left his office some twenty-five minutes later, her face radiant with the
glow of meeting a famous, charming and career-enhancing personality.
On the ride down the elevator, I tested the commands and found
her completely malleable.

"Do you have any free time this weekend, Beth?  Tonight?
Saturday or Sunday?  I'd like to see you."

"Oh, yes!  Let me see, I can get away tonight, after 10.  The
weekend is a bust... I have to drive down to San Diego for a wedding."

"Great," I said.  "Meet me as soon as you can tonight at this
address."

"Super!" she exclaimed.

The elevator opened at her agents floor.  I said good-bye and
was about to ride back up when a thought occurred to me.

"Oh, and Beth... one more thing.  I'd like to see you... ah, walk
through a role for me.  It would help if you dressed, and did your hair and
make-up, for the part of a much younger girl.  In the thirteen to fifteen
year range."

"Sure Mr. Stevens!"



My level of anticipation of waiting for Beth was very high.  I
felt like a kid on Christmas eve as I paced back and forth in my
apartment, waiting for 10:00 to arrive.  Then I waited more, my palms
sweating, until the doorbell rang at 10:15.

Adding to my normal insecurities that this incredible adventure
would somehow come crashing to a halt, was the feeling that I would
soon be guilty of fucking an underage girl.  Knowing full well that she
was eighteen and only looked fifteen didn't seem to help.

I opened the door, half expecting to see men in dark suits
and to hear, "FBI, Mr. Stevens.  Can we come in?"

But standing in front of me, her blond hair in pigtails, dressed
in a catholic schoolgirl outfit of a white blouse, belted plaid skirt, knee
socks and leather shoes, was adorable little Beth.

I must have stared for a moment too long, and perhaps my
irrational concern showed on my face, because her friendly smile and
the twinkle in her lovely green eyes faded.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Stevens?"  Her voice pulled me
out of it.  I could tell from her tone that the most important thing in her
life right now was pleasing Mr. Stevens.  Me.

"Get a hold of yourself," I said to myself, and to Beth I
smiled and said, "No, everything's as perfect as it can be.  Please
come in, dear Beth."

She smiled radiantly and entered the apartment, turning to
face me as I closed the door.  She was waiting expectantly and, to my
surprise, I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens!"  she exclaimed, frowning.  "That's what
my dad does!"

I laughed and held her hands in mine, looking down into her
adorable face, and said, "We can't have that then.  How should I greet
you, dear Beth.  Should I shake your hand?"

She shook her head, and smiled coquettishly.

"Hmmmm," I intoned.  I smiled at her and said, "Maybe I should
just rip your clothes off, throw you down on the floor and rape you?"	

Beth blushed furiously at this, which had a stimulating effect on
my cock.  I  had to hold myself back from doing just as I had suggested.

"Well," I continued, "a hand shake is out.  And so is rape.  How
about a nice kiss."

I lowered my mouth to hers, bending over considerably to
account for the foot difference in our height.  I kissed her lips softly,
once, twice and then a third time, my lips parting slightly for this firmer,
lengthier kiss.  She responded by kissing me back with a growing
desperation, her mouth opening to allow my tongue to dart inside.

"Oh, gosh!"  she said as we broke.  Then she lowered her head
and blurted out, "I'm not a virgin, Mr. Stevens."

"Ah, good," I stammered, then invited her into the kitchen for
something to drink.  She asked for wine and I poured her some, but
instead of a wine glass I used a juice glass, thinking that would
enhance the early-teen image that she projected so well.  I poured
myself a scotch.

"Thank you for dressing that way, Beth.  You look perfect.
I'd like to see you act out a role for me, something I've been thinking
about for a possible screen play."

"Sure, Mr. Stevens.  Whatever you want."  The meaning of
this last comment was unmistakable and confirmed that she the
mental instructions had taken well.

Much surer of myself, I continued.

"A mother and her young daughter (that's you) are home alone.
Their house, on a farm perhaps, is miles from any neighbors, and they
are a little scared.  It's nighttime, and a neighbor called to warn them
that two prisoners had escaped, several hours ago, from the state
penitentiary that is only five miles away.  They are hard, violent men.
Suddenly, both mother and daughter hear something outside, that
sounds like intruders.  Her heart in her throat, the mother
picks up the phone to call the police.  And the line is dead!"

Beth's eyes were as wide as saucers as I paused to sip my
scotch.

"With the phone line cut, the fugitives proceeded to break a
window in the kitchen door, reach in and unlock the door.  The mother
scrambles to find something, anything, that could help her defend
herself and her precious daughter from... from what? Rape, murder?"

"Beside herself, she grabs a fireplace poker and pulls her
daughter behind her as two men entered the room.  One of the men,
big and coal black, circles to the left.  The other, a tall, slender white
man with a feral look about him, walks casually, almost
contemptuously, to the right."

"The white fugitive spoke, coldly and with a self-confidence
that came from a violent life on the streets. "You don't want to do
that, bitch.  Really you don't.  We will hide out here for the night,
and we can leave y'all alive or very dead.  Doesn't much matter
to me or da big nigger.  We are lifers.  Nothin' matters to us.  You
put that matchstick down and you'll be alive tomorrow when we leave.
If I or the nigger gotta take it from you, then you're gonna die.  After
you watch us do your daughter.  What's it gonna be, bitch?"

I paused again to take another sip of my scotch.  Beth's eyes
were bright and her lips parted.  She was breathing harder now.

"Tears running down her face, the mother falls to her knees,
letting the poker drop to the floor.  The black man moves over and picks
it up, tossing it effortlessly onto the couch across the room.  "You want
the young cunt, don't ya Zack," said the black man, grabbing and lifting
the mother off the floor.  "Me I'll take this one, and teach the bitch
what she's missed not having black meat ta fuck."  The woman sobs
as the huge black man carries her off and into the back of the house.

"That brings us to your scene, Beth," I concluded.  Beth let
out an audible breath, then blushed.  "You're a thirteen year-old virgin,
Beth.  About to be raped by a violent man.  Play the scene from your
heart... plead... beg... resist... succumb..."

I finished my scotch, got up, tuned and walked into the living
room.  Beth followed a moment later.  I started immediately.

"You're a nice little piece o meat, aren't you," I said, running
my hand down one of her arms.

Beth shivered at the touch, sniffled and said, "What... what
are you going to do to me?"

"I've been without pussy for six years now, cunt.  I'm gonna
fuck you.  Then I'm gonna fuck you again.  Likely I'll want to fuck you
a third time too."

"Oh, please," Beth cried.  "Don't... I..."

"You're a virgin, yeh, I know.  I like em' nice and tight,
squirmin' and cryin' like a stuck pig when I ram my meat in."

I brought my hand up a grabbed one her pigtails and slowly
brought my head down until my lips were an inch from hers, and my
eyes staring into hers.  I kissed her, hard, my tongue assaulting the
inside of her mouth.  Beth squirmed deliciously but could not break
my hold.

I broke the kiss and very quickly turned her around.  From
behind her, I reached my hands around and grabbed the front of her
blouse, ripping it violently apart and then off her.  Beth cried
out as my hands moved to her bra and ripped the fastener apart.
She squeezed her arms to her body in an attempt to keep the
bra on, but I just ignored that and ripped the skirt latch open and
pulled her skirt down until it fell in a heap at her feet.  Beth attempted
to get away but tripped on the skirt bunched around her ankles.
As she fell to the carpet I followed her, and knelt with one knee
on her back while my hands were busy removing her skirt.

Beth sobbed realistically into the carpet while I pulled off her
shoes and cut off her panties with a pen knife.  The soft white cheeks
were plumper than I would have expected.  Ripe, full, perfectly formed.
An amazing ass!

"Don't you go anywhere, bitch," I said as I got up.  Beth rolled
away and curled into a ball, whimpering.  This girl could act!  I
stood and pulled by shirt over my head.  Taking my time I removed my
shoes and stocks and unbuttoned by jeans.  Sliding them and my
underwear off, I looked down past my erect cock at the
whimpering girl.

"Here is, little cunt.  The cock that's gonna take your
cherry."  Beth turned her head and gasped.  I chuckled and dropped
to my knees next to her.

"Don't make it any harder than you have to," I said, then
ripped the bra away from her grasping hands.  I grabbed her hands
and held them in one of mine, over her head, and sat on her thighs to
completely immobilize the girl.  In a flash, I got my first look at her
body.  Two things struck me immediately, and had my already
rock hard cock twitching in anticipation.  Between her slender but
well shaped thighs was a completely bare pussy.  She had shaved
it for me!  Her breasts drew my attention as well, not quite medium
sized I suppose, but they looked quite large compared to her small
frame and narrow waist.

I immediately lowered by mouth to one breast, sucking as
much as possible of the firm tit-flesh into my mouth.  Drawing my
mouth up, I sucked hard on her tit while my tongue whipped across
her erect nipple.  Moving to the other breast I repeated this action,
drawing moans from my [willing] rape victim.  Back and forth I went,
tormenting the young girl.  Then I replaced my mouth with my free
hand, pulling and gently twisting her erect nipples while I kissed her,
hard and long, raping her mouth with my lips and tongue.  When I
broke the kiss she gasped, trembling with desire that she was no
longer able to hide.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, little slut," I growled, wanting her
to get back into the role.

"No...No, please," she cried.  As I raised myself off her
thighs she twisted this way and that, but was unable to keep me from
wedging myself between her legs.  Using my free hand I positioned the
head of my cock between her legs and rubbed in over and around her
pussy.  Her very wet pussy.  Finally, I slipped the head up against
her entrance and moved forward slightly, the bulbous head forcing
its way past her lips and into her steaming wetness.  Her pussy
gripped tightly on the head of my cock and I repositioned myself
above her.

Tired of holding her hands above her head I let them go,
pushing myself up until my arms were straight and locked
at the elbows on each side of the girl.  Beth, bless her heart, started
using her fists to beat against my arms, and to push against my
chest, using very little of her strength but seeming the hellcat.  In
response, in one brutal lunge, I drove my cock to the hilt, drawing
a cry from the girl.

"Yeh, baby," I said, grinning wickedly, "you're a woman now."

Her pussy was the tightest I'd ever felt, and I had to grit
my teeth to keep from cuming as I slid it back and forth in the tight
but very wet sheath.  Beth was twisting her head from side to side,
and as I picked up the pace, pushing at just the angle to insure that
my cock rubbed hard against her clit, she began moaning
at the same rhythm as my thrusts.  As she approached her
orgasm, I picked up the pace even more, slamming my cock into
this lovely thirteen year-old girl, looking down to watch my thick shaft
plunge into her hairless snatch, only to reappear a second later
covered with the wet evidence of her lust.  I brought my eyes back to
her face just in time to see her eyes widen and her lips tremble as
an orgasm rocked through her, and this sent me over the edge.  My
cock spurted inside her, sending jet after jet of cum deep inside her,
the sense of total release as intense as anything I'd ever
experienced.



"Do you think I'll get the part," asked Beth with a twinkle in
her eye.

"I can't imagine anyone better," I responded.  We had
showered and were sitting in the living room.  Actually, I was sitting
on the living room sofa dressed in a bath robe and Beth, dressed in
a short baby-doll nightie, was sitting on my lap.

"You were very believable, Beth, right down to the lack of
pubic hair.  That was a real turn-on!  Did you shave just for me?  For
tonight?"

Beth blushed and said, "Well, yes.  I was, ah, hoping
something like this would happen.  I can't explain it.  I've never
done anything like this before, but I knew
I wanted more than anything you to make love to me."

I didn't offer to explain it to her, how she suddenly
wanted me.  Instead I said, "and did it meet your expectations?"

"Oh, God, yes, Mr. Stevens!  I've never cum like that before,
ever!  I really felt like I was being raped... forced against my will.
And it was such a turn-on!  Totally awesome!"

I laughed at this and Beth's lips formed into a pout, which
of course I just had to kiss away.  This led to a second fuck, with Beth
straddling my thighs and fucking herself on my stiff rod.  I played with
her firm mounds through her nightie while she bounced up and down.
When she came, I pulled and twisted her engorged nipples and
thoroughly enjoyed watching her as the waves of her pleasure were
perfectly reflected in her young face.

After Beth had finished and collapsed against me,  I rose,
Beth still impaled on my rock-hard cock, her legs wrapped around my
waist, and carried her to the bedroom.  Beth couldn't have weighed
even a hundred pounds, so I had no trouble carrying her
into the bedroom and depositing her on my queen-sized bed.
Alas, to do this, I had to pull her off of my cock and she whined
playfully.

"It's past my little girl's bedtime," I said, as I pulled down
the covers and rolled her so she was face down in the middle of the
bed.

"Yes... Daddy," she replied, sighing audibly.

"So I want you to put your head on that pillow and go to
sleep.  OK, baby?"

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered, yawning.

I moved onto the bed and scooted between her thighs.  I lifted
her hips up and her knees slid forward until she was stable, her head
resting on one forearm on the pillow, her ass thrust in the air.  I marveled
again at the plump-but-firm, perfectly formed cheeks in my hands, and
thought briefly about how tight her surely virgin ass must be.
My cock jerked upwards at this thought.

"She's not ready for that," I said to myself, "and you've never
fucked a girl in the ass.  Wait."

To her I whispered, "Fall asleep, little girl.  Daddy's just
gonna inject you with some medicine while you fall asleep."

"OK, Daddy," she sighed.  "I like your injections..."

I positioned my cock between and beneath her ass cheeks
and slid my cock into her pussy.  Hot, wet, and very tight, even after
our two earlier fucks.  Slowly, without a sound other than the natural
wet sounds of our union, I rocked back and forth, driving
my cock deeper than I had before, up against her cervix.

My hands played with her ass as I pistoned my cock into
her, quietly enjoying the feeling the feeling of her tight channel,
and reflecting happily on the terrific week:  Sandy's voluptuous
body, willing cunt and amazing skills at cock sucking; little Beth
acting the child-woman, now in front of me, taking my cock like a
dog.  What a miraculous turn my life had taken!

I continued fucking the girl steadily, my thoughts dancing
between the past, the future possibilities with other starlets on my
fuckable list, and the present young girl whos tight, wet cunt I was
fucking.  I allowed my fingers to lazily slide into her crack and gently
spread her white cheeks, and at the sight of her pinkish brown
rosette my mind came fully back into the present, and I thought
once again what pleasure there must be in taking
a girl that way.

"Ahhh," I thought to myself, "pleasures postponed are always
best."

I positioned one finger directly on her anus, and slid it over
and around the tight aperture as I continued to drive my cock into her
cunt.  Beth mewed softly as I continued to massage her anus, then
pushed back toward me slightly and my finger tip entered her
ass.  I slowly slid it to the half way in as Beth moaned quietly.

Her eyes still closed, Beth sleepily whispered, "Are you
going to inject me there, Daddy?  In my bottom?"

"No, baby, not tonight.  Go to sleep, little girl."

Beth came a few moments later, quietly, burying her face
in the pillow, and I a moment later, closing my eyes to savor the
release as my cock jerked and pulsed
and deposited a second load of cum into her womb.



Little Beth left the next morning, but not before we
talked of her income and determined that she could easily afford
to wire $1,000 each month to a bank account in Houston.  From
there it would be transferred to a bank in the Cayman Islands and
then to the two accounts serving Chia and myself.  Not very
much money, actually, but when I had a hundred or more
contributors, each sending that amount or more, it would be
more than enough for our needs.

I spent Saturday with a real estate broker, searching for
a house that was secluded enough that visits from my famous guests
would go unnoticed, and so that any noise generated by our sex
games would go unheard.  The fifth house we saw was
perfect for my needs, perched in the hills and surrounded on three
sides by county open space.  At six thousand a month, it was actually
a bargain for this part of Southern California.

The young owner, an up-and-coming producer/director, had
died recently, of a drug overdose, and without a will.  The probate was
expected to be contested by his two ex-wives, his girlfriend and
parents, and take at least a year.  The court-appointed executor was
loathe to have such a valuable piece of property generating no income for
the estate.  So I signed the rental agreement and arranged to move
into the fully furnished house on the following weekend.



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Chia's Mind Machine 

Chapter Three

The next two weeks were extremely busy for me at TQA.  The memo I
had sent out to all the TQA agents was more successful than I had expected.
Too successful.  I finally had to have Sandy, my secretary, take the calls
and tentatively schedule the client visits with Quentin.  I armed her with
my list, and she was very good at finding one reason or another for denying
access to Quentin for those clients not on my list.

A couple of calls from Beth had convinced me that I needed to
slightly alter the commands I was implanting in these girl's minds.  It's
not that I didn't want to hear from the darling girl, who was impatient to
see me again.  I decided that my life would be impossible if dozens of
women, programmed as they were to want me desperately, were constantly
calling or dropping by.  The new set of commands insured that their desire
for me faded into the background after twenty-four hours.  I gave each girl
a password that when spoken to her, in person or over the phone, brought
their programmed behavior back to the forefront.

Saturday I moved into my new house, and had Sandy and Beth come
over to help me set up, and do some shopping for food and liquor staples.
The house was really much bigger than I needed, over five thousand square
feet.  The first floor had an large foyer with a grand staircase winding up
to the second floor.  The front right had a paneled office/library and
that's where I set up my PC.  On the left side, running from the front of
the house to the back was a twenty-five by forty-foot great room, partially
separated in two by a massive stone fireplace with glass doors facing both
the living area on one side and the dining area on the other.  A modern
kitchen and a family room, complete with more audio/video equipment than
I'd ever seen before, completed the first floor.  Outside was a deck that
ran the length of the house and overlooked the wooded valley below.  A huge
Jacuzzi was set into the deck at one end.  Remember, this was Southern
California.

Beth, of course, thought the Jacuzzi was totally awesome.

The second floor consisted of three master bedroom suites, each
with a king-sized bed, a stylish bathroom and plenty of walk-in closet
space.  I choose one of the bedrooms with a view of the valley, the one
that didn't have a water bed (I've never liked water beds, even for sex).
It was after six when we finished unpacking my stuff and the groceries and
liquor.  I mixed drinks for everybody while Sandy and Beth prepared dinner.
I sat sipping my scotch, watching the girls work.  I had been curious
whether they'd be jealous of one another, but could detect no animosity.
Sandy treated Beth like a kid sister, and the younger girl seemed to very
much like Sandy.

After dinner, knowing that I'd have plenty of time with Beth (she
was staying the night), I made love to Sandy, and in front of the wide-eyed
girl.  First, I had Sandy fellate me to get me good and hard.  She paused
every now and then to point out certain techniques to the younger girl.
Beth gasped when Sandy demonstrated how she could take all of my eight
inches into her mouth and throat.  She stared wide-eyed when I began
fucking my thick tool straight down Sandy's throat.  I pulled out before
cuming, wanting to fuck the voluptuous Sandy in front of my young audience.
But first, I suggested to Sandy that I return the favor.

She smiled and laid down, spreading her legs to show her
now-hairless pussy to both Beth and myself.  I went to work immediately,
using my mouth and tongue on her clit and pussy.

        "Maybe," said Sandy, breathing heavily now, "little Beth would like
to try eating my pussy?"

I glanced over to catch Beth blushing, her hand over her gaping
mouth.  But her eyes were wide and focused directly on Sandy's wide open
cunt.

"No, that's..." stammered Beth.

"That's a wonderful idea," I interrupted.  "Get down here and suck
Sandy's pussy."

Beth blushed, but obeyed, dropping to her knees and crawling
between Sandy's splayed thighs.  She paused then, raised her eyes from the
pink slash of Sandy's cunt to say, "I've never... Sandy, I don't know how."

"Lick her here," I said, pointing to her erect clit.  "And all
around, but that's her button.  But don't let her cum, Beth.  Bring her
close, then pause.  Bring her close again, then pause.  And again.  But I
want her cuming on my cock."

Beth did as directed, awkwardly at first but then with more
assurance and skill as she became attuned to Sandy's body and it's
responses.  I sat back and sipped a scotch while I watched little Beth
bring Sandy close to orgasm several times, only to deny her the release.

"Wet a finger in her pussy, Beth," I said during one pause in the
action.  "Then I want you to work that finger into her ass."

Beth blushed but obeyed, sliding her index finger deep into Sandy's
steaming cunt.  Sandy, her lovely breasts rising and falling with the lust
she was feeling, raised her hips off the carpet and mewed at the added
pleasure of Beth's finger entering her ass.  This gave me an idea.  After
reminding Beth not to let her cum, I went into the kitchen and found a long
carrot.  Using a vegetable peeler, I scraped off the outside layer, then a
bit more to shape it and dull the tip.  After softening it in the
microwave, then coating it in vegetable oil, I rejoined the girls.

Beth was fucking her finger in and out of Sandy's ass while she
kissed and licked the writhing woman's thighs and all around her wet
snatch.  I stopped Beth and whispered instructions in her ear.  Beth moved
off and I took her place between Sandy's thighs.

 	"Don't cum too soon, Sandy," I said as I mounted her and slid my
cock into her steaming cunt.  She groaned as I slid to the hilt.  Lying
down on top of her, I could feel her rock hard nipples against my chest.  I
rolled the two of us over, Sandy now on top, and held her face in my hands
for a long wet kiss.  During this kiss Sandy grunted into my mouth and
tried to break the kiss to turn around and see what Beth was doing.  I held
her still, and Beth worked the greased carrot into Sandy's ass.

"Beth's gonna butt-fuck you," I said when I broke our kiss.  "You
ever been butt-fucked before, Sandy?"

"No..." she replied, "Jesus... that's... ah, good.  Oh, God!"

I could feel the carrot's entry on my cock buried in her pussy.  It
was very erotic to watch Sandy's face, inches from mine, while the second
shaft entered her body.  Her eye lids fluttered, her lips trembled and her
tongue snaked out to wet them.  Beth's whisper of, "It's in" came from
behind us, from another place, our universe consisted of only each other.

"Fuck yourself on these two cocks," I whispered to Sandy.

She closed her eyes and slid forward, then slowly back, moaning her
pleasure as she impaled her ass and cunt on the two shafts.  After a few
minutes of this she was more used to the feeling, and her rising desire was
visible in her face, just inches from mine, as she worked toward her
long-delayed orgasm.  When she came she screamed and thrashed about,
seemingly for a full minute as the spasms of her orgasm washed through her
body.  Then she collapsed on top of me, completely drained.

After a minute or two I rolled the two of us onto our sides and
slipped my cock out.  Sandy murmured, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile on
her face.  I rose to my knees and rolled the languid girl over onto her
stomach.  An inch or so of the carrot protruded lewdly out of her ass, and
I whispered to Beth to remove it.  Beth obeyed while I leaned over and
whispered into Sandy's ear.

"You liked that, didn't you babe... getting fucked in the
ass... I'm gonna do that to you now... slide my cock into your
butt... deeper than Beth went, much thicker... yes, we'll do that right
now... slow at first, to get your virgin ass used to it...  then faster,
harder... you want that, babe, huh... to have your sweet tight ass filed
up... sodomized by my thick cock... your ass raped until I cum deep inside
you."

"Mmmmm," Sandy responded.  "Yeh, lover, fuck my ass."

Sandy slid her knees under her and raised her ass into the air,
keeping her head and shoulders on the floor. I moved behind her and slid my
cock into her pussy to recoat the head and shaft with her spendings.  Using
my thumbs to spread her round ass cheeks, I positioned my cock at her
rosette and pushed forward.  More as a reflex action than anything else,
Sandy moved forward, denying me entrance.

"I need you to push back against me, Sandy, not away.  Let's try
again."

Sandy sucked in a breath the released it as she pushed back.  The
head of my cock popped through her spincter and entered her unbelievably
tight ass.  Sandy moaned and we paused for a few moments until I told her
again to push against me, and another inch of my cock disappeared into her
impossible small channel.  I gritted my teeth to avoid cuming as we
continued.  Pause.. push... pause...  push.  When my entire eight inches
were buried in her tight ass I turned my head and motioned for Beth to come
closer.

"Slide underneath her," I whispered in Beth's ear.  "Make her cum."

While Beth scurried to obey, I marveled at my first experience with
sodomy.  I'd hoped to enjoy a long session, but the incredible pressure of
Sandy's anal passage was too intensely pleasurable for me to last much
longer.  I kept myself immobile and tried to concentrate on a painting on
the wall to keep from exploding in her ass.  The sounds of Sandy's moans
and Beth's slurping tongue, and the occasional nudge on my hanging balls
from Beth's forehead made it impossible to ignore the erotic scene.  Giving
in to the pleasure, I directed my gaze down at Sandy's round white cheeks,
my thick shiny cock penetrating between them and into her ass.  I let the
natural action of her ass expel me slowly out, stopping when only the head
remained inside her.  My hands gripped her hips more firmly and I guided
her back and slid my cock slowly up her ass.  The pleasure of my first
butt-fuck was just too much, and I came hard, my cock throbbing as it
released load after load of cum into her ass.

"Oh God!... Oh God!," chanted Sandy as she felt the explosion deep
in her bowels.  She came moments later and the three of us collapsed in a
heap on the floor.

After the three of us showered, Sandy left and Beth and I enjoyed a
long, relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi.  Before going to bed, little Beth
licked and sucked on "Daddy's" lollipop, then bent over a chair to receive
her nightly injection.



By the end of my third week at TQA, I had thirteen women under my
control.  Except for a couple of quick blowjobs in my office, I was too
busy at TQA and with my move into the new house to arrange any sex with my
growing harem.  I had to be sensitive to the fact that these women were
extremely busy, and the unexpected meeting with Quentin often had them
running late.  I had time to check to see if the programming took, and
arrange the level of their 'contribution' to my fund, but little else.  The
good news was the contributions were running ahead of my forecast and now
totaled almost twenty-five thousand per month.

Sandy continued to take care of me most mornings, sucking me off or
spreading her legs enthusiastically for a quick fuck.  She also took care
of the annoying details of the house: phones lines, utilities, cleaning and
gardening services, and the like.  One of the things I asked her to do was
arrange for a home electronics expert to meet me at the house to show me
how to use the high-tech equipment that the producer/director had
accumulated.  This led to a pleasant surprise.

The guy who came over was greatly impressed by the equipment, which
was professional-quality audio/video capture, edit and playback.  He also
discovered extra cables leading through the floor and into the basement.
We found, in the basement, that the house was built to house two four-foot
square utility ducts that ran up through the house.  In addition to the
expected heating and central air pipes, and plumbing, the audio/video
cables also led up through this duct, for reasons we later discovered.

The electronics guru was puzzled at first, until he noticed a
mirror in the family room, on the wall that led to the utility duct.  He
discovered a switch on the bottom of the mirror which caused the mirror to
unlatch and swing forward.  Behind it was a camera, an expensive one by the
look of it.  By the time the guy left, hours later, shaking his head in
disbelief, we had discovered that all of the main rooms in the house were
set up for recording, each through a one-way mirror and hidden microphones.
He found the switches that activated the cameras in each room, and the
master set in the family room, that could be programmed to start at a
particular time or to start when motion was detected.  Each camera was
mounted to a robotic shelf, that allowed them to pivot in all directions to
follow the motion in the room.  He estimated that a quarter of a million
dollars was invested in this setup.

After the guy had left, I got to thinking about the setup.  If he
went to that much trouble, shouldn't there be tapes someplace?  And if the
executor or his assessor had found them, wouldn't that have led them to the
expensive equipment?  There was no mention of it on the inventory that I
had to sign before I moved in.  I started my search in the family room, and
discovered a dozen tapes behind a hidden panel.  I selected one, labeled
"3/3/94, Clarissa & Clark", and popped into the VCR.

Fifteen minutes into the film I thought, "This is to home movies
what Citizen Kane is to Ed Wood's creations."  It was porno, certainly, but
beautifully edited with interesting classical music in the background.
Filmed in various rooms of the house, it showed a 30ish white man (who I
took to be the previous occupant) carrying out various dominant/submissive
sex games with a pair of black teenagers.  The boy and girl looked too much
alike not to be brother and sister, possibly twins.  Both had slender
bodies in terrific shape, smooth, coffee-colored skin and stunningly
beautiful faces with almond-shaped eyes and sensuous lips.  Even though I'm
not bisexual, I found the scene of the boy, forced to take his master's
cock in his mouth, very erotic.

A later scene was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed.  The
girl was whipped (gently but realistically) until she submitted to the
Master's will.  Tears in her lovely brown eyes, she knelt in front of first
her brother, then the white man, and applied lubricating jelly to their
erect cocks.  The Master's cock was of average length, I'd guess, but quite
thick.  The boy's cock was thinner but surprisingly long.  The girl was
then positioned on her hands and knees, diagonally facing the camera.  The
Master dropped to his knees to mount her from behind, and slowly forced his
cock into her ass.  The girl moaned and whimpered as he worked his cock
into her narrow channel, the pain that his entry caused the girl was
perfectly and erotically reflected in her lovely face.  He paused when his
cock was fully inside, long enough to spank the girl sharply and repeatedly
on her round, firm ass cheeks.  Then he continued his sodomy, slowly
fucking his cock in and out of the submissive girl, mocking the young girl
with his words.

"You like this, don't you, bitch."  A grunt from the girl drew
another slap.

"Answer me, you worthless black cunt!  You like getting
butt-fucked, don't you."

"Ohh!" she exclaimed as he drove into her, "...ah, yes, Master."

"Say it bitch," he growled.  "I'm a worthless nigger slut, and I
love to have a hard cock shoved up my black ass!"

"I'm a worth... ahhh... worthless nigger slut... ahhh... and I love
to have a...  ahhh, oh God!... a hard cock shoved up my... ahhh... black
ass."

This continued for another five minutes or so, he fucking her ass
and enlisting her support in the verbal abuse.  Then the boy reappeared.

"Hey, honky, you fuckin' my sister's ass?  You
white-trash-piece-o'-shit are butt-fucking my sister!"  The boy knelt
behind the man and slapped him repeatedly on his ass while he talked trash.

"I think I'm gonna get me some of this white ass," he concluded,
and proceeded to work his long cock into the man's ass.

Being a devout heterosexual, I felt slightly guilty at being
excited, and not repulsed, by the scene that followed.  After a short time,
the threesome developed a rhythm to their fucking, the boy driving into the
man, he driving into the girl, and the strangely erotic action continued
until the white man cried out as he deposited his load deep into the ass of
the young black girl.  The girl fell forward, pulling herself free from the
man's cock, and her brother picked up his pace, thoroughly reaming the
white man's ass until finally he came.

"Jesus," I said to myself as I turned off the video, "and I thought
I was perverted!"



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Chia's Mind Machine 

Chapter Four

By the end of the fifth week at TQA, the total women under control
totaled twenty.  Since Chia was coming out in two weeks, and was anxious to
take me up on my offer to provide him a fuck-toy, I collated their pictures
and other data and FedEx'd the package to him.  I thought that little Beth
would be perfect for him, and included a note recommending her, but wanted
to let him choose based on his tastes.

I got my first taste of star-fucking during this week, and was
somewhat disappointed.  Madeline Stowe, who I've always thought was
extremely attractive, met with her TQA agent, then Quentin, before I
ushered her into my office.  A quick question was enough to confirm that my
instructions were well-implanted.  Unlike with most of the women, I'd
lucked out by finding Madeline with a free afternoon.

She readily accepted, of course, my invitation to spend the
afternoon with we, and she followed me for the drive to my house up in the
hills.  The sex with Madeline was fine.  Great.  She sucked me off, and it
was terrific the way she locked her beautiful, very expressive eyes with
mine while she licked, kissed and sucked my cock.  Unlike Sandy, who can
seem like a human vacuum machine and who loves to take me deep into the
throat for a face-fuck, Madeline made love to my cock with her mouth, and
to me with her eyes.

She sensed perfectly when I was approaching my orgasm and paused to
smile engagingly at me.  In a playfully sultry voice she asked, "Do you
want to cum in my mouth, lover, and have me swallow your sweet juices?  Or
do you want to pull out and spray your cum all over my face?"

Without waiting for an answer she wrapped her lovely lips around my
cock and began sucking me off with greater purpose, her sparkling eyes
locked with mine.  I came a minute or so later, the first blast of cum
hitting the back of her throat.  I quickly reached down and pulled my cock
out of her mouth and pumped it so that the next jets of cum splashed
against her forehead, then her cheek, then her chin.  Madeline smiled as I
hosed her face, then covered my cock with her mouth to take the last few
drops.

I fucked her later, after a shower, and it was good.  But when she
finally left I realized that the sex hadn't met with my expectations.  It
certainly wasn't the mind- blowing experience that the "rape" of Beth had
been.  My first thought was, "Frank, you expected too much, too soon."
Then I realized that with Beth I set up a scene from my fantasies, and had
her use her acting skills to make it seem real.  The only fantasy involved
with Madeline had been "star-fucking", having sex with a famous and
unapproachable star.

This added to the enjoyment, certainly, but wore off quickly and
was bound to get old as I added to my virtual harem, and had opportunities
with the others.

I needed fantasy scenarios, I decided.  I needed these women to use
their acting talents, which in most cases were considerable, to help me
make these scenarios real.

When I drifted off to sleep that night I was tremendously excited,
once more, about the future.  Cindy Crawford in a wedding dress, captured
and raped by a stranger on her wedding night.  Demi Moore as a whore,
taking my cock up her ass.  Whitney Houston as a black slave, forced to
submit to the plantation master.  Michelle Pfiffer as a nun... Kathy
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Chia's Mind Machine 

Chapter Five

Chia's note read:


	Frank -

	Any of these women would be terrific!!!  If forced to
	choose, I'd like:

	
	 Jenny G.
	 Beth R. (she is cute!)
	 Kathy I.
	

	But it's hard to be picky!  Looking forward to this!!!

	Your friend,
	Chia


Originally a lingerie model, Jenny Guthro was beginning to show up
in small parts in movies.  In her latest she was on the screen for no more
than ten seconds, but completely stole the scene as a leather-clad
dominatrix, towering over the leading man in a action/adventure parody.
She is probably over six feet tall (and in spiked heels even taller), and
her picture should be in the dictionary under voluptuous.  She is blessed
with huge breasts, generous hips and ass, and long, thick black hair that
goes most of the way down her back.  Her face is startlingly beautiful,
with high cheek bones, senuously full lips, and prominent dark eyebrows and
long lashes framing wide brown eyes.

I found Chia's choice of her and tiny Beth curious.

Kathy Ireland is a green-eyed beauty who was made famous in the
annual bathing suit pictorial of a sports magazine, and the endless
calendars that followed.  She has a slender, athletic body with curves in
all the right places.

I had Sandy call all three and leave messages on their machines
that Mr. Frank Stevens of TQA wanted to talk to them.  This I knew would
trigger the instructions implanted in their psyches.  All called back
within a day or so, but unfortunately Beth would be out-of-town shooting a
new pilot.  Kathy and Jenny would be in town that week, and agreed to spend
as much free time as they could with me (and Chia).

I decided to add my own choice, a young black singer/dance named
Dominique.  Despite her young age (twenty-four) she was a veteran of
several Broadway musicals and was very hot these days doing rock videos.
I'd never had sex with a black woman, or for that matter anyone who wasn't
white.  The video I watched of the two black teenagers got me interested in
expanding my horizons.  She was quickly lined up.

A few more calls and everything was lined up.  I ordered lingerie
from a rather risque catalogue in all the right sizes for the girls.  Sandy
called the limo company and ordered a stretch limo for Saturday.  I invited
Dominique to join me at my house Friday night.  Kathy and Jenny would
arrive Saturday morning in time to change into the lingerie for the limo
trip to the airport.



When I let Dominique into the house Friday night, I was struck by
her exotic beauty.  She had ebony skin that was as smooth as silk, big dark
brown eyes and full, sensuous lips.  Her long black hair was done up in
dozens of thin braids, each decorated with interesting beads.  She was
wearing a burgundy colored silk dress that was held up with two thin
straps.  The burgundy matched her lipstick and many of the beads in her
hair.  Clearly braless, her smallish breasts were set high on her chest,
their nipples tenting out the thin fabric.  Her narrow waist led to shapely
hips, a full ass, and long dancers legs.  Black heels completed the outfit,
and extended her height to almost my own six feet.  As my eyes moved back
up, I noticed the gold bracelets at her ankle and wrists, gold and ruby
colored necklace and earrings.

"Like what you see?" she said as my gaze returned to her face, a
bit of a challenge in her tone.

"Very much so," I responded, smiling.   "You are quite lovely."

"Well, don't get the wrong idea," she said, surprising me.  "I'm
here cause you might be able to help my career.  I don't date white men."

"Hmmm."  Her comments and tone had me wondering if the instructions
had failed to work on her.  "Please... let me get you a drink and we can
talk."
	
	I led her into the living room, took her order and mixed us the
drinks at the wet bar.  I noticed that she choose to sit in an easy chair,
away from the fire in the huge fireplace, instead of the sofa where I could
sit next to her.  I was puzzled by her reactions, especially compared to
the easy acceptance of me from the other girls.  But I wanted this woman,
so I decided to push on.

"A toast..." I said as I handed her a drink and took a seat on the
sofa, "...To not dating white men."

She smiled and took a swallow of her drink.

"But don't you find me attractive?"

"Well, um," she started, frowning.  "I guess so... yes, and I can't
tell you why.  But I make it a rule always to date black guys.  White guys
just want one thing."

"Sex?  White guys just want to fuck you?"

She started at my crude and direct language, then took another long
swallow of her drink.  I took some comfort in the fact that she didn't
react more strongly.

"Cause I find you very attractive, Dominique.  You're very sexy,
especially dressed as you are.  Did you dress that way to excite me?  No
bra, so your nipples stick out and remind me of what's under that dress.
No hose or stockings, so I could imagine sliding my hands up those gorgeous
legs and easily reach that black pussy of yours?"

Dominique muttered something, put down her now-empty drink and
stood up.  I also stood and said, "Let me get you another drink."

"I should leave," she said, but made no move toward the door.  It
was clear that the instructions had taken, but also that they were battling
against other strongly held beliefs.  I smiled at her as I picked up her
glass and made us fresh drinks.

"I'd really like you to stay, Dominique," I said as I handed her
the glass.  I sat down and, after a moment's hesitation, so did she.

"Did something happen that's caused you to feel this way about
white men?"

"Yes," she responded, her eyes showing pain, "I was raped by a
white man when I was sixteen."

"I see.  Well, I'm not gonna rape you.  But I'd be lying if I said
I didn't want to have sex with you.  I find you extremely attractive, and
part of what makes you so desirable is your race.  I've never fucked a
black woman before."

I rose and walked over to just in front of her chair.  Looking down
into her confused eyes, I said, "I do want to fuck you Dominique, and to
feel your black lips wrapped around my cock."  I slowly unzipped by
trousers, and pulled out my half- erect cock.

Her eyes dropped to my cock, the back to me, and she stammered, "I
can't believe this... I..."

"Don't you want to suck my cock?"  As I stroked my cock it
lengthened and stood straight out from my body, pointing directly at the
girl's face.  She bit on her lower lip and stared mutely at my cock.  I
kicked off my loafers and let go of my cock to unbuckle my belt and pull my
pants and underwear down over the stiff pole and off.

As I unbuttoned my shirt, I said, "Would you do that for me,
Doninique?  Take my white cock into your black mouth and suck me off?  I'd
really like to watch you do that, wrap your lips around my cock and suck me
deep into your mouth..."

I tossed my shirt off and stood before her completely naked.  That
she was still dressed added to the feeling of power.  I moved forward until
my shins were pressed against her chair, and the head of my cock was inches
from her face.  I reached over and gently rubbed my thumbs across her
cheeks and then slid my hands behind her neck.  She lifted her eyes to mine
in a mute appeal.

I smiled, shook my head and whispered, "Suck me off, Dominique.  I
want to cum in your mouth...", then I added, I little more firmly, "do it
now."

Her eyes dropped and her lips opened as I pulled her head gently
forward.  Her tongue emerged and pressed against the underside of my cock
as I pulled her onto my cock, and enjoyed the sight of my cock disappearing
into her mouth.  My cock pressed into the back of her throat about five
inches deep.  I backed my cock out until just the head was inside then
pulled her head forward again until she gagged slightly as I bottomed out
against the back of her throat.  Again and again I repeated this action,
enjoying the power I had as much as the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth.
After a dozen thrusts, I sighed and pulled her head back until my cock
sprang free.

"Hmmm.  That's nice, Dominique."  I moved my hands from her neck
and said, "Now, you do it.  Lick and suck my white cock."

She looked up at me and I could see both humiliation and desire in
her eyes.  After a moments hesitation she brought her hands up and grabbed
hold of my cock.  One hand slid down and gently cupped by balls while the
other slid back and forth on the saliva-covered shaft.  Her lips parted and
her tongue snaked and lashed back and forth over the head.  She then kissed
and sucked on the head, first from beneath, then on each side, then from
the top.  When she took the whole head inside her mouth and sucked hard, I
could feel the first tinglings of an orgasm, as if her mouth had a direct
line to the sperm building in my balls.  I concentrated hard on postponing
my release, but almost lost it when she took me deep into her mouth, paused
when my cock reached her throat then gurgled and pushed against me, forcing
my cock into her narrow channel.

"Yes!" I exclaimed when her lips pressed against the root of my
cock.  "That's a good black cocksucker!"

She backed off my cock, then deep-throated me again.  I knew I had
only a minute or so left before I'd have to give her the tribute of my cum,
and I wanted her to do one more thing before I exploded.  Raising one foot
to the arm of her chair, I reached behind me and between my legs to find
the hand that had been massaging my balls so deliciously.  A got ahold of a
couple of fingers and pulled her hand through my legs until one of her
fingernails brushed against my ass hole.

"Push it in," I gasped, "and be careful."  She obeyed, sliding a
finger up into my ass as she increased the tempo of her fellatio.  In less
than a minute I experienced a powerful orgasm, and my cock jerked as it
squirted load after load of creamy cum into her mouth.



"You treated me like a cheap whore," were her angry first words
when she rejoined me after washing up.

"Well, yes, I treated you like a whore, and I will again before the
night's over.  But there's not a cheap whore on this planet who could make
me cum like you just did.  That was great Dominique."

She averted her eyes and I could see the internal struggle return.
It continued throughout dinner, as her feelings for me alternated between
the programmed desire to please and the learned hatred of white men.  After
dinner, we enjoyed a long soak in the Jacuzzi, which culminated in me
placing her up on the edge while I sucked and licked her pussy.  Before
allowing her to cum, I wet a finger in her dripping pussy and slid it into
her ass and finger-fucked her ass while I ate her to a powerful orgasm.

Moving inside, I found a king-sized bed sheet and a bottle of
scented body oil.  After laying the sheet on the carpet, I gruffly ordered
Dominique to stand in the middle and to hold her hair up off her shoulders.
I proceeded to thoroughly oil her entire ebony body.  Every surface, curve
and crevice was coated and massaged, and her oily body reflected the light
erotically.  She was breathing were heavily when I finished, and her
coal-black nipples were rock-hard and stood almost an inch out from her
heaving breasts.

"Get down on all fours, you black slut, and face the mirror."  Her
eyes flashed anger but she obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees about
six feet from the mirror and the hidden camera behind it.  I moved behind
her so that she could see my reflection, then poured a generous portion of
oil onto my palm and began lubricating my cock.

"The white man who raped you, did he fuck your ass?"

"No," she spat out, "nobody's ever---"

"Good," I interrupted.  "That means I'm gonna have me some virgin ass!"

"No, please don't.  I---"

"You want me to fuck your ass, bitch," I snarled as I dropped to my
knees behind her and slid my hands over the oily, satiny black skin of her
round ass, up over her glistening back, then back to her ass and down to
her muscular thighs.  When I slid my hand up between her legs, I found an
extremely wet, hot cunt.  She groaned and pushed back against me as I
pushed two fingers into her wetness.

"Yeh, this bitch is excited about getting her ass reamed!"

When I moved my hands back to her ass, Dominique groaned.  I wasn't
sure whether this was in response to my fingers leaving her pussy or out of
concern for my impending entry into her virgin ass.  I slid my thumbs into
the shadowy crease of her ass and spread her open, revealing the dark brown
aperture I sought.  Placing the head of my cock against her rosette, I
released my hold on her cheeks and they closed around my cock, trapping it
in place.  The sight of my thick redish-white cock splitting her shiny
black butt was incredibly erotic.  I tore my eyes from this and looked into
the mirror at Dominique, catching her watery eyes looking back at me.  She
was biting down on her lower lip, and her beautiful face reflected
anxiousness and humiliation.

I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back as I drove my cock
forward, past her spincter and into her ass.  Ignoring Dominique's cries, I
pushed relentlessly forward and pulled her hips back until she was
completely corked.  Her sharp cries gave away to soft whimpering, then she
begged me to stop.

"It hurts!  Oh, God... stop, please..."

I ignored her and reached one hand around her waist and between her
legs, and plunged several fingers roughly into her steaming snatch.  The
impaled girl's cries changed noticeably as I rubbed her clit in small
circles against the hard bone beneath it.  Keeping my cock buried but
stationary in her narrower portal, I brought her just to the edge of an
orgasm before withdrawing my fingers.

"Ohhh.. don't stop!"

Getting a good grip on her hips, I slid my cock slowly out of her
ass.  Dominique groaned softly as I pulled out, then louder as I drove back
into her tight ass.  She dropped her head to the carpet and reached one
hand back toward her pussy.  I felt her fingers nudge my balls as she went
to work on her engorged clit.  I continued to fuck in and out of her ass
and soon noticed that my passage was easier.  As I picked up the pace,
Dominique's cries indicated that she was getting very close to a fantastic
orgasm.

"Cum for me, bitch!"  I growled.  "Show me how much you love
getting butt-fucked."

"Oh, my God!  Ahhhhh... Oh, yes!... Oh, God..."  Dominique's orgasm
went on and on, and her anal muscles seemed to spasm around my cock as I
fucked steadily in and out of her butt.  Finally, she was done and
collapsed forward onto the carpet, my cock popping out of her ass.

I stood up and walked over to where I had left my drink, my greasy
rock hard cock bobbing in front of me.  Giving her a minute's respite, I
sipped on my scotch and planned what I was going to do next.  Dominique lay
curled in front of the mirror, her back facing me.  I decided how I wanted
to take her next, retrieved a cushion from the sofa and returned to her.
Dropping the eight-inch thick cushion on the floor next to her hips, I
straddled the languid girl and lifted her over so that her butt and lower
back were on the cushion, her head and shoulders on the floor.  I pushed
her legs up and back as I knelt down, her splayed pussy and crinkled
rosebud staring at me from between her bent-over legs.

It was much easier this time to work my cock into her
well-lubricated ass.  Dominique exhaled as I fucked in, a far cry from the
groaning and moaning of earlier.  As I pumped in and out of her ass, I
sucked and chewed on her swollen aeroleas and erect nipples.  When I paused
and raised my head to look at her, she moaned and tried to thrust her chest
up, desiring more.  I smiled and leaned forward and kissed her deeply.  As
her tongue wrestled with mine, she groaned into my mouth, returning the
kiss with a great deal of passion.  When I broke the kiss, I rose on my
arms above her, looking down into her lust-filled eyes.

As I started fucking her faster, Doninique slid her arm down
between us and began rubbing her pussy.

"That's it, bitch.  Finger yourself while I fuck your black ass!"
I could tell that my derogatory racial comments humiliated her and,
strangely enough, added to her excitement.

"You needed a white master, didn't you.  Someone who would treat
you like the black whore you are!  Take it, bitch, take my white cock up
your slutty black butt hole!  You're my black slave bitch whore slut..."

"Yes!" she cried as she came, violently.  "Oh, God!  Oh, Jesus!..."
I came as well, pumping my sperm deep into her trembling ass.



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