Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Adjusters #27 - Prelude to a Party
Keywords: MF, mc
Posted: April 1, 2012
Edited: April 1, 2012




			  The Adjusters #27


			  Prelude to a Party



"So, did it work?" was the first thing Daniel asked Jackson when the
latter entered the apartment.

Cindy looked up over Radhu's shoulder, giving Jackson a nod, before
turning her attention back to the documents that Radhu had extracted
from the Delta Iota Kappa systems and from Doctor Cargyle's
laptop. There was a wealth of information there, although much of it
was either incomprehensible or of no relevance to them. But the two
were finding it fascinating, having been studying the documents for
the last hour, conferring in hushed tones.

Jackson plopped himself down on the couch, and pulled a ticket out of
his pocket. He flashed a smile towards Daniel. "Yup, got it."

Daniel grinned and snatched the ticket from Jackson's hand. A ticket
to DIK-Bash, held later tonight, at the Delta Iota Kappa
fraternity. The group had brainstormed for a while about the best way
to crash the party--the attendance for this evening's event was
restricted to alumni and a few select guests, in contrast to the later
activities of the weekend-long party, which would allow a more general
attendance. The matter of attendance had led Cindy to suspect that the
DIK girls probably would not be present for those later events--or at
least less so--which had led Daniel to finally elect to go the direct
route, and he had sent Jackson to try to bribe someone for their
ticket. Whatever the cost, had been the motto. Jackson knew a brother
hurting for money, and had figured that brother might be the weak
link. He had been right.

"You'll need a costume," said Jackson.

Daniel looked at him with a frown. "Costume?"

"Yup. It's a costume party this year. I'm going as Thor." Jackson
managed to look like a kid when he said that, then grew somber again
when he remembered that he was hunting for his girlfriend.

Radhu peeked up from his desk. "Thor! Which incarnation? Kirby's?
Buscema's? Oh, maybe Frenz's? His was a particularly awe-inspiring
rendition."

"Huh, I'm going with the movie version."

"Oh." Radhu turned back to his computer, looking vaguely disappointed.

"A costume," mumbled Daniel. "Great."

"You could recuperate the disguise you wore for Halloween last year,"
said Radhu, not looking up this time.

"The pirate costume?"

"Not very original," said Jackson.

Daniel looked at him uncomprehendingly for a few seconds. "It doesn't
have to be original! It's a costume! No, the problem is that there's
no mask. They'll recognize me immediately."

Radhu was unfazed. "It is a simple matter to affix a mask and style
yourself Zorro, avenger of the high seas."

Daniel's first instinct was to volley a sarcastic remark back to his
Indian friend, before thinking about the suggestion for a second and
agree with reluctance that it was not a bad idea.

Cindy stared up once again over Radhu's shoulder, looking
upset. "Forget the disguise," she said. "Only one ticket?"

Her meaning was clear. She had argued this point with Daniel
repeatedly over the last day. She had insisted on accompanying him to
the party. He had been adamant that it was too dangerous. He
remembered the last party on which he had been on assignment--the NADA
party where Radhu had come too close to meeting a gruesome end--and
the experience did not make him more amenable to a repeat occurrence.

"If it's too dangerous for me," she said, unrelenting, returning to
the argument of the previous day, "why would it not be too dangerous
for you?"

"Because as near as we can tell," and Daniel looked at Jackson for
confirmation, "only men have been invited as guests, and the girls are
all part of the entertainment." Jackson nodded. "So there'd be no real
way to bring you in without arousing suspicion."

She frowned. "You think I couldn't find a costume that would hide my
gender?"

"I did not say that. All I'm willing to say is that we only have one
ticket."

"Jackson has his," she retorted.

"No way!" Jackson jumped, suddenly agitated. "I'm going in there and
getting Kyra back." His tone made it clear there would be no arguing
about it.

"Cin, don't worry about me. Jackson will be there, and we'll be in
contact with Radhu the whole time." He pointed to the video camera
Radhu had given him, the size of a jacket button, a marvel of
miniaturization that Radhu had borrowed from a doctoral student in
Electrical Engineering. The gadget could hook into a wireless network
to transmit images, and Radhu had used some of his backdoors into the
Delta Iota Kappa fraternity network to ensure that the camera could
retransmit the images within the fraternity's system. While he was
installing the necessary software, Radhu had noticed that some of his
earlier backdoors had been closed, and worried that his hacking had
been detected.

"Rad," said Daniel, in a transparent attempt at changing the topic of
discussion, "anything happening with the doctor?"

Radhu sneaked a glance at a small monitor to the side. "Nothing. No
movement but a few squirrels cavorting in and out of frame."

Cindy was not ready to let it go, though. "So what's the plan?"

"Simple. Jackson and I go in, and we look for Jenn and Kyra. I have
your taser, and I have the thing that Rad got from his other friend
over at the med school." Radhu had managed to obtain a prototype
needleless injection syringe and a ketamine-based narcotic that was
supposed to subdue anyone within fifteen seconds, and keep them asleep
for well over an hour. There were three shots in the syringe. We go
in, knock the girls out, get them out." He made it sound simple.

Cindy was unconvinced. "I'd feel safer if there were more of you."

"Well, you know what they say about those cooks and their soup?"

She made a face. "Do we even know they're gonna be there?"

"Biff said they'd be there." That it was a possibility was enough for
Daniel.

Cindy did not let it go. "Could Serena help?"

Daniel hesitated, while Jackson looked at him. "I... I don't know if
I'm ready to trust her. I'm worried that she's gonna turn out to be a
liability rather than a help." He felt bad admitting that he thought
that way, but it was the truth. After all he had learned about the
Delta Iota Kappa programming, Serena could at any moment be turned
into an enemy when she was around fraternity brothers.

"What if Jackson got her to lend a helping hand by using the trigger?"
asked Radhu, his tone carefully neutral. Daniel knew that his friend
had taken the news of his crush's programming in stride, but still, it
could not have been easy.

Jackson shook his head. "Can't risk it. When we get to the party, any
of the brothers could put her under himself, and she'd obey his
orders, not mine. No, Daniel's right, she'd be a problem more than a
help."

"I guess we could keep her as an option in case of major snafu,"
Daniel mused.

"Perhaps."

A knock at the door interrupted everyone. Jackson jumped, clearly on
edge.

"Speak of the devil..." said Radhu calmly.

Daniel shot him a quizzical look and went to open the door. It was
indeed Serena, looking her usual smashing self in a tailored suit with
her sempiternal pencil skirt. She greeted Daniel with a smile and
hugged him, and Daniel hesitated a second before returning the
embrace. If Serena felt his initial reticence, she gave no sign of it
as she gingerly stepped into the room but stopped short when she saw
how many people were there. She looked puzzled.

"Look at that, everyone's here. Oh! Jackson, right?" she said, turning
to the young man. "Small world, I was just looking for you. I have a
huge favor to ask of you."

Jackson looked at her, unsure how to respond. "Ask away, but I can't
promise anything."

"The party tonight that your frat organizes. The DIK-Bash. What do you
know about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I heard there were quite a few big names showing up, old members,
alums, powerful people. Rumor going around campus is that it's a
pretty private affair. So what can I expect?"

Jackson hesitated. "I'm actually not sure. People haven't talked about
it much, at least not with me. I'm pretty low on the totem pole, you
know."

"A completely up-ended cliche, that one," grumbled Radhu, his
attention riveted on his monitor--he looked to Daniel like he was
striving hard to avoid looking at Serena. "Native Americans used to
put their most revered figures on the lowest positions on their
totems, not the highest. Therefore, your intent was probably to say
that you are pretty high on the totem pole."

Jackson looked at Radhu uncomprehendingly for a few beats before
turning back to Serena. "Thing is, I know nothing, except that it's
tonight. And... you're going to be there, I take it?"

She shook her wrist, where the silver charms bracelet jingled
softly. "Yes indeed, one of the benefits of being a DIK girl, right?
Access to the frat events, including their most exclusive. I just want
to milk the opportunity for all it is worth. But everyone seems more
discreet than usual about this one. Which tells me that something
interesting is bound to happen."

Daniel and Cindy shared a look. Jackson sputtered. "Right... Well... I
guess I'll... see you there tonight, then?"

"Indeed. Now," and she turned to look at everyone in the room, "what's
going on here? Daniel?"

"Nothing. Just hanging out."

"Right. Just hanging out. Don't try that on me. You folks are up to
something. What is it?" Her stare was penetrating. Daniel sighed. This
was Serena all right, despite everything that had happened to her in
the past months, and her journalistic instincts were intact. He
decided to go with a half truth. "I'm just..." he hesitated, trying to
make himself look vaguely ashamed, as if he had been doing something
that he knew she would disapprove of, "I'm just trying to figure out a
way to get Jenn back."

"Oh sweetie!" Serena stepped up to him and ran her hand through his
hair. "You're not still torturing yourself with that, are you? You're
gonna make yourself ill. You're not a lovesick teenager
anymore. You're gonna have to man up and do something about this."

He forced himself to smile. "You're right," he said, "I'll have to
take care of it. It's just difficult, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. Heartache is always a pain to deal with. But it's like
a Band-Aid--you have to rip it off quickly."

"Huh... that makes no sense."

"Oh, it does. You just have to understand the meaning, that's all."

She looked around, at Radhu, seemed about to say something, then to
change her mind. Behind her, Cindy, who had moved to Jackson's side,
was whispering something in his ear. "Well," said Serena, "I better be
off to get ready for the party tonight, then. Good to see you all."

As she turned towards the door, Jackson called out. "Serena," he said,
"I am your DIK brother."

Serena turned to him and she looked down to the fraternity ring on his
hand. Her eyes went glassy for a few seconds before looking up at the
young man. She smiled a wicked smile, and seemed to have forgotten
about everyone else in the room. "Hi cutie," she said, her voice
sultry. She took a step towards Jackson, never breaking eye
contact. She walked by a stunned Daniel, who could hear her breathing
deepen and her skin flush right before his eyes. Serena licked her
lips.

Daniel was the first to say anything. "Jackson! What the fuck are you
doing?"

Cindy responded for the young man. "Listen. Jackson here knows this,
but you don't, not really. You have to understand what you're going to
see at the party tonight. This," and she pointed to Serena, who
ignored her, "is what it looks like. This is what they can make girls
do. This is what they can make Kyra do, and Jenn do, and probably
will. Right now, Serena's hanging on to Jackson's every word, and will
do pretty much anything he says. And while she knows we're here, she's
dismissed us as unimportant, since we're not Jackson. Jackson's her
whole world. Show him, Jackson."

"Huh... what do you want me to do?"

"Just tell her to do something."

"Serena... stand on one leg."

"Of course, cutie," replied Serena, and she promptly lifted one leg,
bending it at the knee and keeping her balance on a single spike heel,
something that Daniel thought required some nontrivial work. He looked
at his friend carefully, noting how her face held a relaxed, expectant
expression, as she stared at Jackson without wavering. She looked
transfixed. He was fascinated, and repulsed, at the same time. It
reminded him, not accidentally, of the look Jenn sometimes harbored
when Biff was looking at her. Daniel figured that pretty much the same
mechanism was at play here.

"Oh for God's sake!" cried Cindy. "Is that all you can think of?"

"Well..." Jackson had the presence of mind to actually blush, "you do
it, then."

"Fine. Tell her to listen to me."

"Serena," said Jackson, after a moment's hesitation, during which his
eyes were locked on Cindy's, in a silent contest of will that the
diminutive blonde won hands down, "you will treat anything that Cindy
here says as if it came from me. Do you understand?"

Serena's gaze lingered on Jackson before shifting to Cindy, sweeping
up and down and taking in the short blonde, spending a comparatively
long amount of time on those naked legs exposed by the short skirt she
was wearing. "Of course I understand," she said, giving her best
impression of what a lecherous grin might be like. "I'm not dumb, you
know. Hungry. Horny. Ready to fuck a bull. But not dumb."

"Of course not," replied Cindy, unperturbed by the look the curvy
black girl was giving her. "Serena, listen to me." She pointed to
Daniel. "I want you to go to Daniel and slap him, as if he had just
told you the most injurious personal comment you can imagine; and
then, I want you to kiss him like he was your long lost lover now
returned."

Before Daniel could protest, Serena turned towards him and with a
scowl on her face took the two steps that separated them and shot him
a resounding slap that sent his head spinning. When his head
whiplashed back towards her, his hand on his now stinging cheek, she
was furious, and her lips were trembling.

"How dare you," she growled, clenching her fist as if she had decided
that slapping him was hardly enough repayment for what she imagined he
had told her, and was considering following up with a well-deserved
punch. "I trusted you, you piece of shit!" There was venom in her
voice, and her eyes reflected it perfectly--anger and betrayal and a
hunger for revenge. Daniel feared what he might have to do to protect
himself from her assault.

When she jumped though, she surprised him completely--even though he
had heard Cindy's instructions. She wrapped her arms around him and
pulled him close and kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue flirting
past his to invade his mouth. He felt her whole body gluing itself to
his, the pressure of her thighs, the weight of her breasts, the subtle
motion of her groin against his, the little moans that escaped her
throat.

When she pulled out from what turned out to be a scorching kiss, she
looked at him straight in the eyes, and he almost jumped back again at
the lust that was overwhelming her expression. "My love--I missed you
so much! I thought you were gone!" She kissed him against, fiercely,
and Daniel had to fight hard to keep himself from returning her
kiss. She felt good in his arms, very good, her body molded to be held
and caressed and fondled. Guilt--about Jenn, about Cindy, about Radhu
even--fought it out with an almost automatic response from his own
body. That Serena was undulating against him, making sure he felt the
press of her body against every sensitive part of his body, did not
help matters at all.

She pressed her forehead against his, looking him deep in the eyes,
hungry. "I want you! I've waited so long, I can't hold it in anymore!"
She raked her nails against his sides, pulling his shirt out of his
pants, wanting to feel his skin. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and so
long you're going to be out of it for days, while I use and abuse your
body until I'm satiated! I'm gonna suck you, ride you, fuck you like
you've never been before!"

Daniel cast a beseeching glance at Cindy, who chimed in. "Serena,
stop. Step back, get down on your knees, and stay there." Immediately,
Serena obeyed, hiking up her skirt over her shapely thighs before
dropping down to her knees within the circle formed by the group in
the room.

Daniel took a deep breath, composing himself. Serena was on her knees,
spine straight, hands on her thighs, calmly waiting for her next
instructions. Her face was slightly flushed. Cindy was looking at
Daniel, clearly assessing his reactions to Serena's behavior, the
frown on her face her only hint as to what she thought of
them. Jackson kept his glance downward, avoiding everyone's eyes, as
if he was ashamed of what Cindy could make Serena do, as if the
actions of his fraternity sank in full force when exposed through the
grim reality of the current situation. As for Radhu, anyone looking at
him would think that he was contemplating the situation calmly,
sitting still in his desk chair, his eyes fixed on Serena's form, but
Daniel knew his friend well enough to be able to read both the utter
shock and the undisguised longing in his carefully controlled
expression.

"Cin--I think this is enough," he started, still eyeing Radhu,
wondering exactly what was going on in his friend's head.

"No way," replied the petite blonde, shaking her head. She looked him
square in the eyes. "I need you to know exactly what you'll be facing
tonight. It goes way beyond just making the girls act a certain
way. It's about making them want to be a certain way. Here, watch--"
and she addressed the kneeling black girl once more. "Serena, look at
me. You are going to open your blouse nice and slow, and expose your
boobs to us. You want us to hurt them. You are going to beg us to hurt
them. The single most important thing in the world is to get your
boobs slapped, pinched, punched--you need them to hurt, and you need
it to come from someone in this room other than yourself. Do you
understand?"

Daniel's head shot up when he heard Cindy. "What? Come on! Is that
really necessary?"

Cindy stared him down. "This is what you'll be facing tonight. If you
can't handle it here, in this room, with your friends, what are you
going to do at that party? I know you, Dan--you're going to want to
talk with the girls, be nice to them, try to convince them that they
don't really want to do the stuff that they're doing. You're going to
try to be reasonable. And you have to see that you can't reason with
them in this state. Don't worry about Serena here--she won't remember
a thing. But you will."

Serena was oblivious to this exchange, busy as she was unbuttoning her
blouse, slowly, methodically, parting the material to expose a cream
lace bra that drew a delightful contrast with her dark skin and
supporting her large breasts and thrusting them up while almost
keeping her nipples free. She opened the front clasp, and even Daniel
in his disturbed state could not help but stare at the uncovered
flesh. Serena palmed her large breasts, hefting them and rolling her
nipples between her fingers.

She was moaning all the while, her eyes opening and closing as she
massaged her breasts. Her moans turned to groans when she squeezed
them hard, and her pelvis pushed up from the floor, her thighs
tensing. She stiffened and straightened up and groaned again before
opening her eyes and looking at everyone in the room. "Please..." she
whispered.

"Please what?" asked Cindy, unflinching.

Serena locked on to her voice like a heat-seeking missile to a roaring
barn fire. She pushed her breasts up further, turning her upper body
towards the petite blonde. "Please grab my tits," she said, pleading,
the expression of longing on her face intense and earnest. "You can do
whatever you want to them--just grab them and squeeze them!"

She became more agitated, taking a step--still on her knees--towards
Cindy, who did not respond but merely looked at Jackson sitting next
to her. Serena followed her glance, and smiled at Jackson herself,
crawling to her knees to him. "Jackson," she said, her voice lowering,
"you like my tits, right? You want to grab them? Squeeze them? Bite
them? I'll let you do all that, and more!" She stopped when she had
reached him, rubbing one large breast on his knee, trying to entice
him.

Exchanging a look with Cindy, who shook her head slightly, he
maintained a carefully neutral expression as the black girl on her
knees before him pleaded further.

"Please, Jackson," she mewled, pressing her breast into his leg,
"please squeeze my tits? Squeeze them hard--I want to feel it down my
bones! I'll suck you if you want. I bet you'd like that, too--" her
voice grew lower, seductive, as she straightened up and grabbed one of
his hands and pressed it against her flesh, sighing deeply, "shove
your cock in my mouth? I suck real good, too. You can ask around, I
give some of the best head on campus. I love to feel a thick cock down
my throat, fucking in and out, filling me up. What do you say? You get
to fuck my mouth, and you get to slap my tits too. Come on, don't all
guys want to do that? Slap some big jugs around, watch them jiggle and
bounce? You can do it as hard as you want. The harder the better--I
really like it rough... Please, Jackson! Please!" She grew desperate
when she saw that Jackson was not reacting, forcing him to squeeze his
hand on her breast with her own hand.

Daniel wanted to interrupt them, but Cindy scowled at him. He was
getting angry, but she simply mouthed: "This is what you will have to
face. Now face it."

Serena looked around at the remaining men, Daniel and Radhu, and a
racy smile danced on her lips as she turned towards the lanky Indian
who was motionless in his desk chair, missing nothing from what was
going on before him, but not saying a word nor moving a muscle. His
face was a mask that he undoubtedly meant to be expressionless, but
under which Daniel could see both longing and eagerness. And if he
could see it, then so could Serena, who knew Radhu just as well. And
see it she did, as her next statements proved.

"Rad, my wonderful friend Rad," she cooed, after dropping to her hands
and knees and crawling towards him, her movements exaggerated to
impart the most motion to her swinging breasts, to which Radhu latched
his gaze. "Always sitting on the sidelines, watching, thinking,
evaluating."

She straightened up when she reached him, and resumed her kneeling
position, back straight, chest thrust out, large breasts exposed and
offered. She cupped them once again, squeezing them up, her nipples
between her fingertips.

"Long-suffering Radhu, always looking on. Don't you want to
participate a little bit? Here," she said, pushing up her breasts and
presenting them to the now red-faced Indian. "Touch them. Grab
them. Pinch them, squeeze them, crush them. Make it hurt, Rad--I want
them to hurt, to feel the pain down in my bones. I'll do whatever you
want..."

Radhu's eyes lit up and shot up to her face, letting go of the
abundant bosom proffered before him.

Serena smiled, reeling him in. "That's right, whatever you
want. Squeeze my titties hard, real hard, and I'll let you do whatever
you want to me. You like the sound of that? Come on, I know you want
me. Do you really think I haven't noticed how you look at me? You
caress me with your eyes so thoroughly it's like you're running one of
yours hands over my body. And you know what? I like it. It makes a
girl feel wanted, to get that kind of attention. So sometimes, once in
a while, I maybe put a bit more swagger in my step, or lean over a
little bit more than I need to, or turn around just right so you can
stare at my ass to your heart's content."

She rose up on her knees, stretching out, her hands still kneading her
breasts. She kept her voice soft, and Daniel had to struggle to hear
her. Radhu still bore his deer-in-headlights expression, and seemed to
be resisting the urge to lean forward and touch her ebony skin.

"I'll let you strip me," she continued, "and if you think my titties
are nice--and I know you do, I can see your cock's all hard in your
pants--then you're gonna love the rest of my body, which is even
better. You'll get to touch me, everywhere, for as long as you want."

She moaned, loudly, while slinking forward on her knees between
Radhu's legs. "Squeeze my titties hard, Rad, as hard as you can--slap
them, smack them, whack them--make me hurt, make me scream, make me
beg! I want it, Rad! I want it so bad! Make me bleed, Rad, and I'll
suck your cock--I'll suck it so long and so hard I'll make you forget
everything else. Ever had a woman's mouth wrapped around your cock,
sliding up and down and swallowing you whole? Mine's soft and warm,
Rad, the best you'll ever have. I'm the best cocksucker on campus,
just ask anyone. `Serena? Fuck yes, the bitch guzzles down cocks like
candy.' And I'll make you spurt all over me--my mouth, my face, my
titties, everywhere."

Radhu looked like he wanted nothing more than close his eyes and take
her up on her offer.

She pressed her advantage, her voice taking on an eager and desperate
flavor. She grabbed one of his hands, bringing it down to her chest,
covering it with one of hers. "Come on, squeeze! Doesn't my tit feel
nice? All hard and full in your hand? Feels as good as you thought it
would feel? Fuck! Squeeze! Oh! Yes, like that! Harder! No, harder, you
fuck!" She reached with her free hand towards Radhu's crotch, pressing
hard into his erection. "Hurt my big fat tits, Rad, and I'll take this
guy out and I'll suck it and then I'll shove it up my cunt and I'll
fuck you so hard you'll wake up tomorrow wondering where the truck
that rammed you over came from! I'll make all your dreams come true,
Rad, all your fantasies, all your perverted desires! Just grab my tits
hard and squeeze and pull and crush them!"

Daniel had had enough. He was seeing the conflict on his friend's
face, his pallor, his sweat pooling on his brow. Radhu was not
equipped to deal with Serena in the best of conditions, never mind
when she was so... possessed. "Serena, stop it!" His shout startled
Radhu, but Serena did not seem to even hear him.

Daniel looked at Cindy, who calmly flashed him a glance that spelled
out clearly that he had to figure it out himself. Serena was
whispering to Radhu and rubbing her hand up and down on his crotch
through his pants, and what Daniel had to do was suddenly clear.

"Ser," he said, astonished that he could summon the requisite
calm. "If you come over here I'll pinch your nipples with my nails so
hard that they'll pop like zits, and then I'll squeeze your boobs so
hard they'll leak off through the holes. Bet that'll hurt nicely
enough for you."

He saw Cindy raise an eyebrow and give a little smile, but it was
Serena's reaction that he was watching.

Serena shivered, and turned her head towards him, her hand still
rubbing Radhu's cock. Her eyes implored, and her breathing was
ragged. "Really?"

Daniel nodded, feeling his heart sink at seeing his friend act like
she was acting. Except it was not an act. Cindy was right. This was
not Serena acting. This was Serena. The full magnitude of what had
been done to these girls, to Serena, to Cindy, to Kyra, to Jenn, all
crashed down upon him in one large wave of realization. Cindy was
right. He was not ready.

"Yes, really," he said.

Almost instantly, she let go of Radhu and turned around and seemed to
debate for a second how to cross the room towards Daniel--on her
knees, dropping down on all four, or just rushing to him--until Cindy
chimed in.

"Serena, here," and she tossed the black girl a ruler. "How about you
give this to Daniel so that he can whip your tits up and slice them
up?" Serena eyes lit up and she shivered once again, her hands
reflexively clenching over her breasts, perhaps in anticipation of the
lashing pain that she would soon be experiencing.

"Serena," continued Cindy, "carry the ruler between your teeth and go
to Daniel on your hands and knees, while keeping your breasts in
constant contact with the carpet. I want them to rub against it as you
go. Make it hurt. You like it to hurt."

Serena's face flushed, and she quickly put the ruler between her teeth
before dropping her chest down to the floor, the movement forcing her
ass upwards, a particularly enticing sight in the tight skirt she was
wearing. It pointed straight at Radhu, who stared at it with widening
eyes, still seeming to reel from Serena's ministrations.

"Extraordinary," he muttered.

Serena crawled towards Daniel, ruler in her mouth, breasts trailing on
the ground, eyes staring up at him. A low guttural moan rose from her
throat, and Daniel could see her body shake with each arduous step she
took.

She straightened up once she had reached him, and Daniel could see her
nipples red from the chafing they had withstood. She presented the
ruler to him like a dog might a rolled newspaper. He reached for it,
and once he took it Serena moved like a snake and snagged one of his
fingers between her lips before sucking on it eagerly, her eyes
keeping constant contact with his. He was reminded of that one time,
several years back, during his Freshman year, when he and Serena had
hooked up at some random party and she had blown him, and what she had
told Radhu earlier was the truth--she gave fantastic head.

He pulled his hand away. Serena groaned in disappointment but
immediately pressed her breasts together towards him. "Please," she
begged, her eyes wide, her lips quivering. "Please, Daniel, I need it!
Please whip them--make them bleed, make them hurt! Please! I'll be
your whore, your private whore, anytime, anywhere!"

He looked deep in her eyes, trying to find the Serena he knew, the
proud, independent, strong Serena that suffered no fools and could
dominate anyone she chose to. All he saw was a desperate girl with
eyes that were getting moist from frustration, a girl that was begging
to be abused, a girl that would sacrifice everything that was
important to her to get what she craved. She was an addict. He stood,
staring at this girl on his knees before him that looked like his old
friend but felt nothing like her.

He looked up at Cindy, not sure what to do. Daniel had wanted to get
Serena away from Radhu, who still sat in his chair, conflict etched
upon his face, his erection still visible, fighting to maintain some
semblance of countenance. But he did not want to hurt Serena. "Cin,"
he said, "I think that's enough now."

Cindy nodded. "Serena, forget your previous instructions, get your
clothes, and go lie down on the bed for a few minutes. When you stand
up, you will be back to your normal self, and Jackson will no longer
be your DIK brother."

Instantly, Serena's face relaxed, the look of hunger wiped away as if
a brush had been run over her features. She stood, gathered her blouse
and bra, and headed for Radhu's bedroom.

"That's how you bring them out?" asked Daniel.

Jackson shrugged. "That's one way. They also just come out of it
naturally after they're left without instructions for a period of
time."

"So if you keep on giving them instructions they stay under forever?"

"Not really. After a while, they'll fall asleep, and wake up
normal. They can only stay under for a while."

Daniel pondered his response, thinking of Jenn. "And she's not going
to remember anything?"

"Her mind will fill in the blanks using whatever's more likely--in her
case, she'll probably just remember that we chatted about random
unmemorable stuff. You know, your standard easily-forgotten
conversation."

"And her clothes?"

"When she wakes up, she'll put her clothes back on the way they were
before, completely subconsciously, trying to get back to as close a
state as before she was triggered."

"What if that's not possible?"

Jackson shrugged again. "No idea. I didn't run experiments." Daniel
figured he was getting uncomfortable being treated as the expert on
the topic. Probably feeling residual guilt at having participated.

Daniel looked at Radhu. "You gonna be okay, Rad?" The tall Indian had
remained silent the whole time, his face still registering some faint
evidence of shell shock. He slowly turned his glance to meet Daniel's.

"I shall be in fine, yes. This has been most... enlightening."

"Not the word I'd use, personally..." Daniel muttered, staring at
Cindy, who merely looked back at him with an expression he recognized
as apologetic. She's sorry she had to do that, but she still believes
I needed to see it. She's probably right. He pondered the change in
the blonde girl, who was usually so easygoing and so chipper,
annoyingly so at times. Tonight, she was all business, and hard as
steel. Was he seeing the real Cindy, finally, the one hiding under
layers of misdirections?

"Why would Rad not be okay?" Serena's voice, her normal strong and
self-assured voice, rang as she emerged from the bedroom.

"Oh... nothing," replied Daniel. "I think poor Radhu's getting tired
of having to entertain us and could use some quiet time."

"Poor Rad--always pushing too hard, aren't you?" Serena strode to
where the Indian was sitting and gave him a light peck on the
cheek. "Take care of yourself, okay?" She waved to everyone else as
she headed for the apartment door. "I'm off before I'm too late. I'll
see you all tomorrow--except you Jackson, I'll see you tonight."

"Oh, Ser," said Daniel.

"Yeah?"

"Hold on." He stepped to her and hugged her.

Serena looked surprised, but then she hugged him back.

"What was that for?" she asked once he released her after a long
moment.

"Just... nothing. Just because."

"Okay..." She eyed him curiously. "Well, I'll let you know what
happens at the party."

"Please do."

When she was gone, Daniel was cemented in his certainty that he had to
go to DIK-Bash and find Jenn, and get her out of there. Who knew what
Biff would do with Jenn--what he had done already?

"We should go too," he said, his voice tight, looking at Jackson. "We
have to get ready. Cin, I'd like you to go to my place tonight, okay?"

"Why?"

"So that I know where to find you, and because we may need your help
when we get back with the girls. And because I'd feel safer if you're
there."

"So you worry about my safety, but I can't worry about yours?"

"Cin, please..."

After a pause, Cindy nodded, dropping her confrontational
stance. "Fine. But that's just because you're so damned cute."

"Are you going to lend her some assistance as well?" asked Radhu,
quietly. In response to Daniel's questioning look, he clarified,
"Serena. She requires succor."

Daniel nodded. "Of course. We'll help all of the girls they snatched."
He ignored Cindy's look of worry, as he shared her feelings. How were
they going to help all those girls. One by one, he answered, if we
have to. But we start with Jenn and Kyra.

Before leaving, Radhu gave Cindy a portable hard drive. "This is a
replication of the intelligence we harvested from the fraternity's
network, as well as what we could recover from the Doctor's portable
computer."

"Thank you," replies Cindy, putting the drive in her purse. "I'll
study those carefully. The glimpse from before was, as you would say,
tantalizing."

"Indubitably. I have also taken the liberty to include the encrypted
files encompassing what I believe are the mail archives of the
fraternity, but they have so far resisted all my attempts at
decryption. I have cajoled access to some free time on a National
Laboratory supercomputer to run a cracking program on a replica of the
archives stored in the cloud, but the encryption has not been broken
yet. All the necessary information required to obtain access to the
supercomputer and examine its progress on the problem are on the
disk."

"Wow. Again, thanks."

"Not a problem," he replied. "I now have added incentive to find a
solution to the problem, in case the doctor proves... uncooperative."

Cindy looked at him a second longer, then her face softened. "I'm
sorry, Radhu. For before. For putting you through it. I wanted Daniel
to understand that--"

"Again, not a problem," interrupted Radhu, raising a hand to signify
her to stop. "It was illuminating from several perspectives."

"And you're sure you'll be fine?" chimed in Daniel, who had missed
nothing of the conversation.

Radhu nodded. "I shall survive."


				* * *


Radhu was staring into space. To calm his conflicting emotions, he had
spent the hours since his friends left his place catching up first on
the world's scientific news, and then on the world's gaming
news. Nothing much to report on either count, and had there been
anything of interest, he was self-aware enough to realize that he
would barely have noticed. He checked the time on one of his
monitors. In less than half an hour, Daniel and Jackson would be
showing up at the fraternity house, and he would be able to see the
broadcast video feed from Daniel's micro-camera by hooking up to the
fraternity's network. He verified that he still was connected.

Radhu could not help himself, and his mind went back to the events of
earlier in the day, when Serena was there. Of course, he knew about
the fraternity's control over the girls--Cindy had provided the
original explanation, and Jackson had all but confirmed
subsequently--and he knew that Serena was one of the affected girls,
but there was a difference between knowing it, and witnessing that
control in person, seeing first-hand the molding of a girl's will to
another's wishes.

What was disturbing him the most at the moment were the conflicting
emotions he had experienced. There was shame and humiliation on behalf
of the usually independent black girl, of course, conflated with pity
and anger at her position. But there was also arousal--a nontrivial
amount of arousal--at seeing her behave in such a wanton way. He knew
about Serena's proclivities, of course--she had never been shy about
describing in detail what she liked to do with the boys with whom she
hooked up--but again, hearing it described and seeing it first hand
were two distinct experiences.

And the look in her eyes when she knelt before him, between his legs,
offering her magnificent breasts up to his gaze and his touch--the
passion, hunger, the lust, it had been almost too much. To hear her
offering herself to him, to hear her telling him that she could make
his fantasies come true, fulfill his most prurient desires, satisfy
him in ways he could but dream of... He was getting hard just thinking
back upon it.

Why he resisted, he would be hard pressed to say. Certainly, the
presence of his friends had forced him to behave the way he needed to
behave, as opposed to the way he wanted to behave. Because he had so
wanted to touch her, to feel her skin, to caress her body. He had
fantasized about doing just that ever since he had met the luscious
black girl, and here she had been, offering herself to him.

After a moment's hesitation, Radhu surrendered to the drive that had
been pestering him for the past hour. He grabbed his keyboard, called
up the appropriate program, and scanned his archives for the right
segment. When he found what he was looking for, he directed it onto
all of his monitors, and even forked the output to the large
flatscreen television on his wall.

There she was. Serena, kneeling in the middle of his room, unbuttoning
her blouse and parting it to expose her bra before releasing her
perfect breasts. Radhu stared at the image, turning the sound down as
much as possible without muting it.

No one knew that a camera recorded everything in his living room. He
had put it in over Winter Break, following the NADA party. The camera
was connected to a software alarm system that registered unexpected
movements while he was asleep. All that the system had ever reported
was a single mouse that had made his apartment her home for a week at
the beginning of February. But he had kept the camera and recorded its
feed nonetheless, using it to watch captured footage of Serena when
she deigned grace his rooms with her presence.

He sometimes felt a vague sense of shame when he watched Serena from
his recorded feeds. Not this time. On the monitors, Serena was palming
her breasts and kneading them and playing with her nipples. Radhu
unzipped his pants and took out his penis, which had been in a
semi-hardened state since his friends had left. From a desk drawer he
pulled out some hand lotion, which he proceeded to liberally pour into
his hands.

Serena was squeezing her breasts and shaking her ass back and forth
and offering her breasts to Cindy. Radhu leaned back into his chair
and started masturbating, slowly at first, letting his shaft grow
fully hard before going full steam ahead. He watched, remembering what
he had seen earlier, remembering the way the world had felt, and
seeing it all again from a different perspective, the superposition
heightening the erotic impact of the experience.

Serena moved to Jackson, begging him to abuse her breasts. Radhu was
completely erect, and was pumping his fist hard, up and down,
recalling the heft of Serena's breast when she had put his hand on it
earlier--he was trying to time himself so that he might erupt when the
replay showed that particular event.

He was concentrating so hard on the timing, trying to recall the order
of events so that he would not overshoot his target, that he only
belatedly registered the knocking on his door. After several precious
seconds wherein the impulse from his ears to his brain was analyzed
and interpreted, he twisted his head towards his apartment door and
called out, "Who is it?" trying to maintain his voice calm while he
reflexively tucked his painfully stiff shaft into his pants.

"It's me, Rad," rose Serena's voice from the other side of the door.

Radhu's breath caught when he saw the handle of the entry door
turn. It was not locked! She was coming in! His hand, slick with hand
lotion, flashed towards his keyboard, and hit the keystroke
combination that hid the video feed playback application. In the
continuation of the movement, he zipped up his pants, the process made
more challenging by the difficulty of grabbing the small metallic
clasp with greasy fingers.

He still had his hands on his lap when Serena strode in, looking just
like she had earlier when she was at his place, looking just like she
had a few seconds ago on all of his monitor screens, with her white
blouse and her tight pencil skirt glued to her shapely legs. In one
long glance she took in the fact that they were alone in the room,
that there were no signs of anyone else in the apartment, and that
Radhu had his hands on his lap fumbling with his pants and looking
like a twelve year old caught in a private moment.

Radhu felt himself blush, and berated himself internally for not
having better control--and for not locking the door after his friends
had left. How could he have been so dumb? There was no time for
remonstrations, however, as he saw Serena close the door behind her,
lock it, then stride towards him with a strong step, her heels
clacking on his wooden floor. Watching her, with her breasts bouncing
underneath her shirt as if unfettered--his penis jerked in his
pants. He was overwhelmed by the triple superposition of Serena as he
had seen her a few hours earlier, Serena as he had seen her on the
monitors a few seconds ago, and Serena as he was seeing her now, tall,
confident, beautiful.

She stopped in front of him, one hand on her hip, one leg supporting
her weight, the other straight out to the right far as her stretched
skirt would permit, in the classic pinup pose. She had a smile on her
face.

"I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time..." She let the sentence
linger, and her eyes glanced to the hand lotion on the desk before
dropping to Radhu's lap.

"N... No, not... not a bad time," he stammered. "I was just..."

"I wonder what got you so hot and bothered? Have you been watching
naughty clips?" She had the tone of a stern mother with an undertone
of playfulness. She was clearly enjoying his discomfort, and he was
losing his composure. He had to appear strong. Serena liked strong
men.

"Of course not," he grunted, trying to suggest he was above such
things.

"What is that, then?" she said, raising an eyebrow. She was looking
over his shoulder.

Radhu swiveled his chair to see what she was looking at, and froze. On
the large flatscreen on the living room wall, Serena was kneeling
before him and presenting her breasts. The application to send the
video feed to the flatscreen! It was a different application from the
video playback for his monitors, and did not respond to the hiding
keystrokes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

He swiveled around to grab his keyboard and stop the offending movie,
but a hand grabbed his wrist before he could do so.

"Don't," came Serena's voice in his ear. "Let it play. Turn around."

He swiveled his chair back carefully, ready to face her wrath. She was
bound to recognize herself on the screen, bound to figure out that the
scene was playing out right here in his own apartment, bound to
conclude that they had done something to her.

Nothing of the sort happened. Serena did not even wait for him to say
anything before sitting on his lap and wrapping an arm around his
neck, facing towards the flatscreen with him. Her weight on his
thighs, the feel of her behind against his confused but ready to react
penis, the press of a breast against his side, he registered all of
those in one fiery instant.

"That's me up there, isn't it?" she asked, her voice soft. "Damn, I
look good, don't I? Look at those tits, big and round." With the hand
that was not holding on to his shoulder, she grabbed a breast through
her blouse, kneading it slightly, mimicking what she was doing on the
screen.

She turned to him and tsk-tsked good-naturedly. "Rad, you naughty boy!
Were you jacking off while watching me play with my tits on the
screen? Were you thinking about me? Were you fantasizing about me?"

Radhu did not trust himself to answer, and instead blushed even more
fiercely than before. She was playing with him, as she was wont to
do. But she had never sat on his lap before, and that muddled much of
what he was thinking and feeling.

"Come on, don't be shy," Serena gently cooed, shifting her body closer
to his. "I know you fantasize about me. I've noticed how you look at
me, you know? The way you stare at me that is almost like a
caress. And you wanna know a secret? I like it. I like it a lot. It
makes a girl feel wanted, that kind of attention. Now, don't get mad,
but sometimes--sometimes--I may even encourage it a little: pose a bit
for you, or give you glimpse down my shirt, or maybe give you time to
run your eyes over my ass..."

Radhu was taken aback--she had said pretty much the same thing
earlier, when she had been under the influence of Jackson and
Cindy. Before he could consider this observation further, though, he
heard Serena let out a short laugh.

"Look at that--" she said, pointing at the flatscreen, on which the
recorded feed was showing her grabbing Radhu's hand and pulling it to
her breast. She turned back to him. "Did you like it, grabbing my tit
like that? You're a little pervert, aren't you, jerking off to a clip
of you fondling me? Wanna feel it again?" Without waiting for him to
answer, she took his hand and slid it inside her blouse where it came
into direct contact with her naked flesh, soft and round and full in
his palm, with a hard nipple he could feel as if it were poking him in
the eye. Reflexively, he squeezed, and Serena moaned as she leaned
into him.

"Mmm... yes..." she mumbled against his neck. "I love your hands on
me. My tits are so sensitive, Rad, you wouldn't believe! I go crazy
when guys play with them..." She kissed his neck, the act sending
shivers through his body. He was a cork on a high sea carried about by
wild waves, unable to control himself.

Serena giggled, and shook her ass on his lap. "I can feel you're crazy
about playing with them, too. Your cock's trying to punch a hole
through my skirt, you little perv!"

She jumped off his lap, and Radhu feared she was really upset this
time--although why now and not when she saw the images on the screen
was beyond him--and finally found the presence of mind to say
something, "Serena! Dear Lords--I so humbly apologize if...," before
letting the utterance trail into the ether.

Serena had tossed her purse on the floor, and pulled down the side
zipper of her skirt, letting it slide down her long legs and pool
around her boots. Radhu's breath caught when he saw that she had no
underwear on, and that he was staring straight at her naked crotch,
adorned only with a thin strip of hair, and glistening in the light of
his desk. With only a half-unbuttoned blouse and her high-heeled boots
on, she was a dark vision of lust.

He wondered if this was another dream, remembering the one from days
ago, the one that had felt so real.

"As good as you thought?" Serena's voice jerked Radhu out of his
reflection. She stepped towards him, a smile on her face. "Still hard
for me, Rad? Tell me, what have you been fantasizing about, exactly?"

"Huh..." Radhu was out of his element, unable to answer, unable to
think. He was both drawn to look at her, and at the same time felt
like he ought to avoid looking at her. Was love always this confusing?

"Have you fantasized about these?" She parted her blouse and grabbed
her breasts in her hands, in a replication of her previous behavior
earlier that evening. Except where earlier she had been on her knees
begging, she was now standing tall driving. The contrast was
impressive, especially considering that her previous behavior was
still visible right there, on the large television screen.

"Or have you fantasized about this?" She dropped a hand to her crotch,
and ran a finger slowly up and down a fleshy pussy lip. Radhu
swallowed.

"Or maybe you've fantasized about this?" She turned around, and bent
at the waist, thrusting her perfectly round ass in his face,
tantalizingly close. His eyes widened.

She ran her hands on her cheeks, caressing and parting them, exposing
the cleft that ran down to her dark rear hole. Radhu's penis hardened
beyond what he thought might be healthy, clamoring for release,
screaming for thrust of any kind, into anything.

Serena straightened up and turned back towards him. She read his face
without any difficulty. "Oh, you liked that, didn't you? You like my
ass, don't you? You are a little perv, Rad my friend. Is that it? You
want to bugger me, as you say? Tell you what--" and she leaned over,
her hands on his knees, her face an inch from his, "if you're good,
you can take me from behind later if you want, that way you can stare
at my ass all you want as you pound me into the ground. But before
that--" She sank to her knees between his legs, and pulled down his
pants. His shaft jumped to attention, and almost smacked her on the
nose. "Oh my!" she laughed, "this is going to be fun!"

Radhu gasped when he felt her lips close around the head of his
shaft. He groaned when he felt her mouth engulf him. He shivered when
he felt her start to suck, slowly and lovingly at first, then harder
as she jerked him in counterpoint to her head bobbing up and down.

He should be stopping her, he thought, this was all wrong. But he
could not. The sensations produced by her lips sliding up and down on
his shaft, by her tongue swirling around and underneath the head, by
her mouth tightening around him as she sucked hard, all of it was
beyond anything he could have imagined.

Serena smacked her lips as she let his penis pop out of her mouth. A
tendril of saliva still connected her lips to the tiny slit on the
head. "Yum, that's one nice big dick you got there, Rad. You shouldn't
have kept it hidden for so long." She looked up at him, her expression
almost innocent. "You like it? You like me sucking you? You know, now
you can brag that you got head from the hottest mouth on campus."

Without giving him time to answer, she dipped her head back down and
let his shaft sank into her mouth, taking him in deep, causing him to
gasp and grip the seat of his chair.

After a minute of hard ministrations that made his head spin, she
raised her head again, her hand rubbing up and down his gently
throbbing shaft. She was slightly out of breath. The expression in her
eyes was smoldering. "Now, normally, I'd let you spurt in my mouth,
you know? Swallow it all down like a good girl--boys love to see me do
that! But you... you I want to feel come deep inside my pussy, Rad. I
want to feel your dick jerk inside me. You up for that?"

Dazed, Radhu nodded, fascinated by the trail of drool hanging from the
corner of her lip. Serena wasted no time and stood up, unfolding like
an erotic paper doll before his eyes. She licked her fingers and ran
them through her pussy lips, a smile on her face.

She turned her head to the screen behind her, on which she was heard
clearly begging Daniel to whip her and offering to be his private
whore in exchange. Once again, Serena's reaction surprised Radhu, who
thought he was beyond such surprises.

"Fuck, look at that," she said, shaking her head. "I'm begging like a
heroin addict craving her next hit." She turned back to look at Radhu
contemplatively. "You like that? Hearing me beg like that? Beg to be
used and abused, offering my body in exchange? Does that get you all
hot? You little perv," and again she said that with a smile on her
face. "You want to see me beg now? Is that what you fantasize about?
'Please, Rad, please stuff your big cock in my tight cunt and fuck me
hard, you Indian stud?' Is that what you want?"

She straddled his lap, holding on to his shoulders for balance, and
without hesitation she sank down upon his shaft, which slipped inside
her drenched pussy in one go, without any difficulty. Serena gasped
and her eyes rolled up before she closed her eyes. Radhu's breath
caught, a deep-seated anxiety gripping him as her pussy engulfed him,
but the feelings were unlike anything he had ever experienced before,
completely different than what he had been expecting, than what he had
dreamed of those long nights where his fist was his only sexual
companion. He had imagined intercourse to feel just like masturbation,
like a fist jacking up and down, fingers clasped tight, but no, it was
entirely different. It was as if his penis had sunk into a thick gooey
liquid, warm and alive, with waves coming and going and caressing and
pressing and squeezing in all sorts of different places over his
length. He abandoned himself to the experience, submerged by his
senses.

"Fuck you feel good," Serena groaned, unmoving on his lap, his shaft
fully inside her, her mouth against his neck, her hair tickling the
side of his face. Radhu did not know what to do. His hands wanted to
run up her back and pull her close to him. His hips wanted to thrust
upwards and seek more warmth and more tightness. His mouth wanted to
kiss and nibble and bite on the fragrant skin all around him. He
settled for pressing his hands against her sides, teasingly near the
bottom of her breasts, savoring the feel of her skin.

Serena moaned into his neck. "Your hands feel good, Rad. Not as good
as your dick in my pussy, but good still." With another moan she
pushed herself up, then sank back down, making him jump under the
renewed strength of the sensations, and then she started fucking him
with long regular strokes, pushing with her legs and letting herself
fall back onto his shaft harder and harder.

His hands were against her to hold her in place, and his gaze was torn
between the lust shadowing her face and the bouncing breasts before
his nose.

"So good... so good..." was the refrain she kept muttering, in between
deep exhales.

Her body movements became more jerky, her mutterings more nonsensical.

Radhu was close to orgasm, and was holding on for dear life.

"I want to feel you come inside me while you pound me, Rad," said
Serena after a particularly hard thrust onto his shaft. There was a
sheen of sweat on her face, wildness in her eyes, hunger in her voice.

"Yes..." managed to utter Radhu, his own voice cracking, his throat
too dry.

With a smile, Serena nodded her head. "Come down with me." And she
thrust herself backwards, carrying Radhu with him, who nearly panicked
when he saw the girl of his dreams throw herself to the ground. They
hit hard on the large rug covering part of the room, and Serena
grunted hard as the movement send Radhu's shaft thrusting deeply into
her. He wanted to ask her if she was okay, as he himself reoriented
himself, but she started laughing, and wrapped her legs around his
waist while at the same time she pushed her pelvis up towards
him. "Take me, Rad! Take me hard!"

The feeling of her legs wrapped tight around him, the feeling of her
breasts squashed against his chest, the feeling of her love channel
gripping his penis tight, all of it drove him over the edge, and he
assented to her request by thrusting hard into her, the unfamiliar
movements coming to him naturally, encoded in his cells since times
immemorial. He thrust and pulled back, again and again, stabbing into
her like a crazed murdered, and Serena greeted each blow with moans
and screams of pleasure, her hands on his butt pulling him against
her.

Radhu was losing it.

"Serena, I believe I am going to--"

"Come, Rad! Come!" she urged him. "I want to feel you come inside me,
deep inside me!"

He thrust faster and faster, unable to control his movements. It was
getting impossible to think, as his whole body had become a mass of
sensations centered around the heated spike in his groin plowing
deeper and deeper into the furnace burning between Serena's parted
legs.

He knew the symptoms heralding the release of orgasm, but this time
they were stronger and more ominous than they ever had, foretelling a
climax unlike any he had ever lived through. When his balls contracted
and his whole body clenched, he could not help vocalize the pressure
he was under. "Uuuuurrggh! Ah! Ah! AH!"

He stiffened, his head jerking back, while Serena laughed and pushed
her pelvis up to meet his final thrust. He exploded, with a long
shiver that started down in his toes and traveled up his body in one
prodigious wave of release that left his muscles burning. His semen
blazed through his shaft like magma up a volcano.

And then two things happened simultaneously. Beneath him, Serena
stiffened just like he did, and let out a small cry to accompany
his. Her shivers forced her body against his.

And he also felt a pinprick upon his left buttock, followed by a
burning sensation that spread quickly.

While he collapsed in Serena's welcoming arms, luxuriating in the feel
of her damp skin against him, he started to convulse. He could not
control it--his extremities started shaking, growing unbelievably
cold, while an agonizing fire flared in his abdomen. The pain reached
unbearable levels quickly, spreading outwards down every single nerve
path, and his last memory before the whole world went pitch black was
the soothing post-coital glow in Serena's eyes as she caressed his
face.


				* * *


Agent Eve Shawbank leaned back in her car seat, her cardboard cup with
steaming tea in hand--the hot water from a nearby chain coffee shop,
the strong Hungarian tea from her personal stash--and watched the
developing scene on the screen of her tablet computer.

She had hooked into the internal network of the Indian--Radhu
Krishnamurthy--found the camera feed, and had been surveilling the
apartment for the past six hours. She had been privy to the exchange
between the group--the Krishnamurthy boy, Cindy Caprese, Jackson
Randall, and of course Daniel Malcolm--and knew of their plan to
infiltrate the Delta Iota Kappa party that had just started. She had
watched with interest the demonstration that the Caprese girl had
given of their control over the black girl, Serena Banks. And finally,
she had seen with amusement the returning Banks girl seduce and screw
the Krishnamurthy boy before reaching into her purse during coitus,
pulling out a syringe, and plunging it into his buttocks in the middle
of what could only be described as an earth-shattering orgasm.

On the screen, the Krishnamurthy boy convulsed for several seconds
before collapsing, motionless, on top of the black girl, who was still
wrapped around him in a tight embrace.

This was an unexpected development, thought Shawbank, but one she
could work with.


				* * *


Serena, still shivering the trailing end of her own spectacular
orgasm, felt Radhu go limp after his last convulsion, and she held him
tight as he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him
and basked in the afterglow.

The satisfaction of a job done made her overflowing pussy gush with
renewed arousal. She had done what the man with the pale blue eyes had
told her to do, and she had done it well. He had told her that she
would come hard when she plunged the syringe into Radhu's body, and he
had been right. That she had been turned on like crazy when fucking
Radhu simply made the resulting climax even more enjoyable. Just
thinking about it made her skin tingle, and she found herself
undulating underneath her friend's motionless body.

Then with a shake of the head she remembered what the man with the
pale blue eyes had told her she had to do after taking care of Radhu,
and her pussy quivered at the thought of doing the man's bidding once
more. He had promised her he would fuck her hard if she did what he
asked promptly and correctly, that he would fuck her so hard that she
would crawl into a ball and shake off the effects of her come for the
rest of the night if she did what he wanted. He nipples tingled at the
thought, her pussy juiced up, and her mouth watered. Her body was
priming itself for sex.

She rolled Radhu off and sat up. First things first. She put two
fingers on Radhu's neck and checked for a pulse. She found none. She
looked at the position of Radhu's body, at the chair, at the rest of
the room. Make it look like he had a heart attack, had said the man
with the pale blue eyes. To her inexpert eye, it did look like Radhu
had collapsed from his chair after suffering a heart attack. His lack
of pants would be explained by the hand lotion prominently on the
desk. To add credence to the theory, she pulled out a pair of latex
gloves from her purse and slipped them on before taking out a
pornographic magazine and letting it fall next to the body, its pages
flipping open to the image of a young blonde girl with obviously
augmented breasts getting her face stuffed with a big cock. After a
moment's though, she grabbed the hand lotion, squeezed out a dollop,
and lathered Radhu's dick--which was still hard, interestingly
enough--as well as his right hand with the smooth cream.

Pulling out a thumb drive from her purse, she slid it into the USB
port of Radhu's computer, and moved on to the second part of her
assignment. Again, the thought of completing a task that the man with
the pale blue eyes had given her made her pussy clench, and she had to
stop and take a deep breath to calm her overwhelming lust. She wanted
to feel his big cock split her open, preferably from behind, as deep
inside her as possible. She shook her head to clear her head and
concentrate on her task.

Before launching the application that the man with the pale blue eyes
had asked her to install on Radhu's system, she spied an image on one
of the smaller monitors that made her pause. It was a camera feed, and
a fairly jerky one at that, but she immediately recognized the outside
of the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity house. Whomever was wearing the
camera was approaching the house, and was stopped by one of the
brothers. Tickets were exhibited, and the image resolved itself into
the lobby of the fraternity house.

Someone equipped with a camera is going into the Delta Iota Kappa
fraternity and sending back images to Radhu. The DIK-Bash. Of
course. She frowned. It was probably Daniel, given that Daniel still
seemed to have a hard-on for the fraternity, believing them to have
something to do with Jennifer's admittedly odd behavior. Serena
herself did not think the fraternity had anything to do with it--how
could they?--but she had so far been unable to convince Daniel of
those assertions. And thinking back to earlier today, when she had
stopped by Radhu's, she remembered seeing Daniel with Jackson and
Cindy, and guessed that Jackson had a hand in letting Daniel
inside. This was information that was bound to please the man with the
pale blue eyes. Again, the thought of pleasing him sent a spike of
lust coursing through her body, and she had to resist the urge of
pushing two fingers up her hungry cunt.

She launched the software on the thumb drive. The man with the pale
blue eyes had told her that the computer would shut down once the work
was done. While waiting, she put her clothes back on, and made sure to
remove any evidence of her presence. She searched the room, and found
two laptops and a tablet, which she put next to the door. She searched
further, and three external hard drives and a handful of thumb drives
found their way by the portable computers. She then waited until the
computer, as predicted, shut down, blanking out all the
monitors. Satisfied, she pulled the thumb drive out of its slot,
stuffed the portable computers and storage units into a bag she had
brought for that purpose, and left.

She exited the building after making sure that no one saw her, and
walked along the street to a car parked a block down from the
building. As soon as she got in, the car took off.

The man with the pale blue eyes spoke up while negotiating the turn
that would take them back to the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity.

"Everything go okay?"

"Everything went perfectly. I injected Radhu, and he collapsed like
you told me he would. And I wiped the computer. I also brought back
all the laptops and hard drives I could find. Anything that could
contain data, as you asked." She put the bag containing said equipment
in the backseat.

"Excellent. Well done, Serena. Very well done."

She flushed with pleasure, the knowledge that she had made him happy
sending spikes of need down to her clit, which throbbed in
response. She was getting wet again. A moan escaped her lips.

The man with the pale blue eyes seemed to know exactly what she was
going through. "This got you hot, didn't it? You've been a good little
girl this evening, Serena, and I think you should be rewarded
accordingly. When we get back to the house, before we join the party,
I want you to strip off that skirt of yours and shake your ass for me
so that I can fuck it good and proper. How does that sound?"

Serena groaned and pressed back into her seat, her legs spreading as
far as her tight skirt would allow. "You gonna fuck me hard?"

"You bet your sweet ass I will. You can rub yourself off until we get
there, but no coming, you hear? I want you primed and ready as a
two-bit whore when I slide into you."

In a flash Serena's hands shot down to her crotch after pulling her
skirt upwards, and she soon had two fingers pumping in and out of her
drenched pussy, the wet sounds filling the space inside the car.

"There... huh... mmm.... there is something... something else..."
Serena struggled to vocalize as the fire in her cunt was stoked by her
own fingers.

"Yes?"

"There... there was a video... mmm... inside... in Radhu's place... a
camera... from the frat house... inside... just
now... someone... someone with a camera. Maybe... maybe Daniel... or
Jackson... maybe... probably..." She groaned again as a third finger
joined its two friends.

The man with the pale blue eyes stared at her for a few seconds before
turning his attention back to the road. "You mean you saw video inside
Radhu's apartment coming from a camera that someone was carrying
inside the frat house? Live?"

"Huh... mmm... yeeeessss... mmm!"

The man with the pale blue eyes swore under his breath, and tapped his
cell phone. "Kevin? Nils. Bad news. Yes, I know. Seems we got a mole
at the bash tonight. No, I don't know, but it might be that Malcolm
guy, and there's a good chance that Jackson's with him. Yeah,
Jackson. No, I don't know."

Serena lost the thread of the one-sided conversation as the urge to
finger-fuck herself harder and harder overwhelmed her senses. She
could not wait to feel a hard cock split her apart.


				* * *


Agent Shawbank entered the Krishnamurthy boy's apartment. She surveyed
the room with an expert eye. She stepped to Radhu and pulled off one
of her thin leather gloves to feel his pulse. He was dead. Pulling her
glove back on, she looked around the room again. Not a bad job, she
thought. A bit amateurish, and anyone worth their salt would notice
the slight discrepancies--the position of the chair, the direction the
Krishnamurthy boy was facing, the way the pornographic magazine was
folded on the ground, the imprint of the Banks girl's heels on the
carpet--but she suspected that the local police would not worry about
any of that when coming to a conclusion about what happened. She
eyeballed the Krishnamurthy boy. Heart attack, she figured they would
see. And if whomever gave the Banks girl the poison knew what they
were doing, there should be no or very little evidence in the boy's
bloodstream. No, not a bad job at all.

She pulled out her tablet computer from the inside pocket of her coat
and connected it to the Krishnamurthy boy's network. His computers
were wiped. A thorough job. This simplified her life greatly. She knew
the Banks girl had left with several portable computers and drives,
including the laptop that the Malcolm boy had taken from Doctor
Cargyle, so those were accounted for. She searched the apartment
thoroughly, finding three more thumb drives and one more portable hard
drive, but they contained no information related to Delta Iota Kappa
or the doctor.

When Agent Shawbank was satisfied that everything that pointed to the
fraternity and their activities had been cleaned out, she put her
tablet away and left the apartment.

Back to her car, she contemplated the situation. The Banks girl had
left the apartment and stepped into a car driven by a man she had
recognized from the fraternity's membership list as Nils Helberg,
vice-president of the fraternity, and close friend to Kevin Cusker,
president. Which meant that there was a good chance they were headed
back to the fraternity house for the party. She would therefore find
the laptops and drives there. This made everything so much easier that
were she that kind of person, she would laugh. All the eggs were in
one nest, a nest that she would deal with.

There was only one loose end to pluck. She picked up her phone.

"Shawbank. It's a go. I repeat, it's a go. Send a unit for the Caprese
girl. Her place, or Malcolm's. She has data with her--wipe it. The
remaining units meet in thirty at the arranged point."
