 
               --===The Church of the Servile Maiden===--
 
The Church of the Servile Maiden
 
 
 
Prologue: The Discovery
 
 
 
    Doug Smythe had been working on his concoction for years. 
It had taken two years of pure research just to prove to himself it was
possible.  He couldn't ask his colleagues for help, it was far too
dangerous to tell anyone.
 
    But today was the culmination of six years of labor. 
Today, he had completed his task.  Chemical compound 99-X-12 was
complete, and fully functional.
 
    And the proof of that was the blonde on her knees in front
of him, sucking his cock.  She had long blonde hair, flowing down to
the middle of her back.  Her tits bounced with her movements back and
forth.  She was wearing a blouse and jeans under her lab coat.  She was
Dr. Smythe's underling, the only other researcher in this part of the
lab.  She had been a real bitch to him.  She was cold and distant, but
no longer.
 
    She continued to milk his cock, running her tongue along
the underside of his shaft.  She was vacuuming his cock, as if to suck
the cum right out of his balls.  He felt himself begin to tighten, and
he grabbed the back of her head.  He slammed his cock all the way down
her throat, and came.  Hurriedly, she swallowed it all, afraid she
wouldn't be able to breathe.
 
    Dr. Smythe didn't even begin to soften.  He had been
wanting this cunt for so long, he figured he could bang her all night. 
And why not?  Even the janitors knew not to come into the lab when the
Work In Progress light was on.
 
    "Stand up," Smythe barked.  The woman got to her feet. 
Smythe grabbed her blouse and ripped, buttons popping off and flying
everywhere.  She was not wearing a bra, and he beheld a glorious
sight.  Her globes were splendid, showing not a hint of sag.  They
weren't enormous, like he preferred, but they were a good handful, and
perfectly shaped.  He mauled them with his hands, kneading and twisting
them until the woman grimaced.
 
    "Take off your pants," he ordered.  She quickly removed her
jeans, pulling her sneakers off with them.  She was about to remove her
panties when he pushed her down onto a table.  Reaching down, he ripped
her panties off her.  He could now see the object of his desire.  Her
pussy was just barely wet, but it was very tight, and neatly shaved. 
He stuck his finger in and swished it around, just wanting to see her
reaction.  Her face was filled with lust and desire.
 
    He didn't make her wait for it.  He pulled her to the edge
of the table and thrust his dick into her.  While he let out a grunt,
she let out an "OHHHHHHHH!"  He began slamming into her, hard and
fast.  So long had he fantasized about this day, he knew he wouldn't
last long.  He thrust faster and faster, as he watched her tits flail
with her movements.  The woman was groaning and thrashing her head back
and forth in the ecstasy of it.
 
    Quickly, the pleasure became too much for Dr. Smythe, and
he erupted inside her cunt.  He splashed so much cum inside of her that
it leaked out around his dick.  He pulled out of her, and spun her
around.  He placed his cock at her mouth and said, "Clean me off,
bitch!"
 
    She sucked him into her mouth and used her tongue to wipe
his dick clean.  Never had she tasted her own juices before, but the
drug made her enjoy it.  Once she had finished, he pulled out of her
mouth, and ordered her to clean up the lab.  

    On his way home, Dr. Smythe considered just what he would
do with his new discovery.
 
 
 
Week 1: Return Home
 
 
 
    Jeremy Durant was not exactly happy as he stepped into
church on Sunday morning.  He had returned home after failing to
complete his degree program in college.  He wasn't really sure *why*
he'd quit, only that it didn't seem like computer science was all that
important to him anymore.  He couldn't seem to get a grip on what he
was doing with his life, but after a second semester of "D's" and
"F's", he decided to save the dean the trouble of kicking him out, and
he came home.
 
    Now, Jeremy was not what most would call handsome.  He was
5' 7" tall, with wavy black hair, and about 20 lbs. overweight.  He
still had acne at the age of 25.  He wore glasses because contacts hurt
his eyes too much, and he had no luck in picking out anything that
looked "fashionable", whatever the hell that meant.  Weren't glasses
just supposed to help you see?  Jeremy was not fat, but he was a big
guy.  His weight was distributed throughout his body, but he wasn't
really fit at all.  Needless to say, with this sort of appearance, he
had no luck with women whatsoever.  As a matter of fact, at the age of
25, Jeremy was still a virgin.  He knew his lack of a college degree
wasn't going to help him get girls, either.  He was also a quiet,
introspective person, who had great respect for most people, and was
genuinely surprised to find that most people did not return that
respect.  He treated everyone he met kindly, and was disgusted by
people who were cruel to others.  He'd met a lot of people like this at
college, and he was very disillusioned with the world.
 
    It was in this frame of mind that Jeremy entered St.
Matthew's Living Church.  It was a protestant, non-denominational
church that he'd been attending since he was 11.  He'd seen many
changes in the church over the last fourteen years, but none like he
was about to witness.
 
    Jeremy stepped into the church and took a look around. 
It'd been two years since he'd last visited, and the look of the church
hadn't changed any.  The look of the people, however, seemed to have
changed drastically.  Jeremy wondered when tank tops had become
appropriate attire for church when he saw what some of the youth were
wearing.
 
    His attention was distracted, however, when Janet came up
and gave him a big hug.  Janet Caruso had been Jeremy's youth director
when he was younger.  She had helped him through a lot of family
problems during high school.  And, he had a crush on her.  Janet was
36, but still a very pretty woman.  Her curly auburn hair framed a
cherubic face, and when she smiled it was as if she knew some special
secret about the world.  Her green eyes twinkled with amusement, and
her nose turned up ever so slightly, just so that it wasn't hard to
imagine her as a child.  Her body was slim and very supple.  Her tits
were not big, but they fit her frame well.  She had a wonderful ass,
and her legs were well-toned.  The kicker, however, was that she was
married.  This frustrated Jeremy a lot.  He knew he would never have
had the nerve to ask her out, anyway, but the fact that someone else
had her was somewhat hard on his ego.
 
    Now, Janet's hug was nothing unusual.  It was that sort of
church, which was why he and his family had attended.  However, when
she broke the hug, Janet leaned in and gave him a kiss, full on the
mouth.  By the time she broke the kiss, Jeremy was breathless, which
was the only reason he didn't ask her what was going on.  He didn't
actually have time to catch his breath, because he was then embraced by
another old friend.  Linda Redding had also been one of the youth
leaders during Jeremy's youth days.  However, when Jeremy had last seen
Linda, she had been, well, not obese, but severely overweight.  Given
her height, which was about 5' even, she had been decidedly
unattractive.
 
    Not anymore, though.  Now she sported a very slender
physique, very curvy and a wonder to behold.  She had a great set of
knockers on her that seemed almost as big as they had been before. 
Though short, her body was now something worth looking at.  And her
greeting was just as warm (and unusual) as Janet's.
 
    "Hi, guy!" said Linda.  "It's about time you showed up back
here!"  Linda still spoke in a rather booming voice.  It wasn't harsh,
more the sort of overly friendly half-yell that some people use.
 
    "Hi, Linda, Janet," Jeremy paused for a second before
asking the inevitable, "Could someone tell me what's going on?"
 
    "Well, sure, sweetie," Janet replied.  "It's just that
we're so happy to see you.  It's been, what, two years?  That's a long
time."  Jeremy was finding it hard to concentrate on her words since
she was caressing his arm in a very suggestive manner.
 
    Just then, a man walked up that Jeremy didn't recognize. 
"Well, Janet.  Who is this young lad?"
 
    "Oh, hi, Dr. Smythe.  This is Jeremy.  He's been a member
of the church for a long time.  He's been away at college for a while,
but now he's back with us."
 
    "I see.  Well, Jeremy, what is your degree in?"
 
    Jeremy squirmed just a bit.  "I'd rather not talk about
college just now, sir."
 
    Dr. Smythe considered that.  "Hmmm.  Well, okay.  I can
tell by the look on your face that you've noticed something that you
might wish to discuss with me.  Why don't we go into my office?" 
Smythe led him down the hall to what had been the youth director's
office.  "Please, have a seat.  Would you like some juice?"  Jeremy
nodded, and Dr. Smythe reached down to get something out of a small
fridge under his work table.
 
    Jeremy took a quick look around.  Nothing seemed out of the
ordinary in here.  There was a PC on the desk, along with a telephone
and the usual office accoutrements.  The walls were lined with shelves
full of books, which looked to be standard church fare from where he
was sitting.  There was nothing at all unusual about the office.  *So
why does sitting in here give me the willies?*
 
    "I imagine," Dr. Smythe began as he handed Jeremy a bottle
of juice, "That you are probably very confused by the actions of some
of the members of the church this morning.  Am I right?"
 
    "Well, yes, sir-" Jeremy began, but Smythe cut him off.
 
    "Please, call me Doug.  All the guys do."
 
    "Okay, Doug.  I mean, Janet and Linda and I have always
been close, but not *that* close, if you know what I mean."
 
    "Yes, I'm pretty sure I do." Smythe watched as Jeremy drank
the juice before he continued.  "Well, yes, the ladies in the church
are a good deal friendlier now than they were when you were here last. 
I had a great deal to do with that."
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    "First, let me ask you a question.  What did you study in
college, and why don't you want to talk about it?"
 
    Jeremy sighed.  He didn't figure he could avoid the issue
altogether, but he really didn't want to discuss it with a stranger. 
Also, he was feeling a little nauseous all of a sudden.   "I was
studying computer science.  I don't want to talk about it because I
flunked out.  I didn't feel like I was headed in the right direction. 
But I have no idea what direction I'm supposed to be headed in.  Good
enough?"  The irritation in his voice was just barely suppressed.
 
    "Yes, and I'm sorry to have pried.  I just wanted to know
how technical I could get.  You see, " Doug pulled out a vial of
liquid, "this is a drug known originally as 99-X-12.  Personally, I
find that hard to say, so I call it Smylovate.  The "Smy" is for my
name, of course.  The "lov", I'll explain in a minute, and "ate" of
course is what all drug companies seem to end brand names with.
 
    "Now, the "lov" part stands for love.  Smylovate is
directed at certain centers in the brain, so that women become highly
suggestible.  It also keeps them in a state of constant arousal.  So,
the women at the church basically do what we tell them to."
 
    "You don't mind if I say *bullshit* now, do you?"  Jeremy
wondered why he didn't walk out on this garbage.
 
    "I don't blame you for being skeptical.  But, do you have
another explanation for the behavior of your friends?"  Jeremy had to
admit that he didn't.  "When I first came here, this church was pretty
dull.  I just thought it could use a little livening up.  I used to be
a chemist, and I discovered Smylovate while working for one of our drug
companies.  I wasn't developing it for them, you understand, but for
myself.  And I've had a great deal of enjoyment out of it for the last
few years.  I just decided that I should 'share the wealth', as it
were, with the men here in the church."
 
*    This isn't right, is it?*  Jeremy couldn't seem to focus
on the morality question, with his head swimming the way it was.  He
did notice, however, that his thoughts were tending toward seeing Janet
and Linda, naked.  *What's going on?*
 
    "So, here's how it works," Doug continued, "Each Sunday,
there's a sort of exchange.  The women have to be back here each Sunday
to take their dose of the drug.  On Sunday, the men draw numbers, and
then get to pick the woman they want to take home with them.  There are
more women than men in the church, and we've encouraged the prettier
women to stay, so there's always a good selection, even for the last
guy."
 
    "What happens to the, um, 'surplus', women?"  Jeremy asked.
 
    "Oh, they just live here at the church, hoping to be chosen
the following week.  They keep the church clean, answer phones, keep an
eye on things, and so on.  It cuts down on the expenses of the church
when we don't have to hire a secretary or janitor and things like
that.  Well, the drawing is going to start soon, so I guess we should
get back to the sanctuary.  I wouldn't want you to miss it."
 
    They moved back down the hall to the sanctuary.  At the
door was a bucket on a table.  Covering the bucket was a cloth with a
slit in it.  "Reach in and pick a number," Doug told him.  Jeremy did,
and wasn't sure whether he was disappointed or not to find he had
number 78.
 
    "Don't worry, Jeremy, or do you like Jerry?" Doug asked.
 
    "Most of my friends call me Jer," he replied.
 
    'Oh, all right, Jer.  Anyway, don't worry about being so
far down the list.  You'll see that there are always fine choices, even
for the last guy."  Doug drew his number, and then they went in.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jeremy wasn't the last guy, but he was right about the
middle of the bunch.  By the time it came down to him, though, his
original picks had been taken.  Jer still couldn't focus his mind on
the morality issue, and wasn't sure why, though his head had mostly
cleared by now.  *I guess I'll just go along with this for now, and see
what happens.*  

    Looking over his choices, he saw that Doug had not been
lying.  There were no elderly woman, and no fat women.  The majority of
them were real lookers, and the rest weren't bad either.  Jeremy was
having a difficult time choosing until he saw *her* sitting in the
corner.  She had sort of a dejected look on her face, but she was a
beautiful young woman.  She had black, shoulder-length hair framing a
round face.  Her breasts were medium-sized, but round and firm, at
least from what he could tell.  She had wonderful, long legs and a
tight ass.  Jeremy turned to Doug, who was leading him through the
procedure.
 
    "Who is she?  And how come she looks so depressed?"
 
    "Well, " replied Doug, "That's the pastor's wife.  Her name
is Kim.  She's feeling kinda down 'cause no one's picked her in three
weeks."
 
    "Something I should know about her?  I mean, she's damned
good looking.  What's wrong with her?"
 
    "Nothing, really.  It's just that I guess the guys have
gotten bored with her is all."
 
    After getting instructions on how the ritual went, Jer
walked over to Kim.  She didn't look up as he walked in her direction.
 
    "Hi," Jeremy started simply, "My name is Jeremy."
 
    Kim seemed almost startled that someone was talking to
her.  "Oh!  Hello.  I'm Kim Sharpe.  Are you new here?  I don't think
I've seen you before."
 
    "Well, I'm sort of new here.  I've been a church member for
a long time, but I've been away for a couple of years.  This is my
first time with the... new format."  He wasn't sure how else to refer
to the present situation.
 
    "Oh.  Well, Dr. Smythe can give you information..."  Jeremy
stopped her with a raised hand.
 
    "He already has.  I'm not asking you for help, I'm just
making small talk.  I guess I'm supposed to hand you this now."  He
handed her his number.  She beamed him a beautiful smile, stood up, and
gave him a warm hug.
 
    "It's been a while since anyone has shown an interest in
me.  Thank you for choosing me.  Do you prefer sir, master, or..."  She
let the question hang.
 
    "You can call me Jeremy.  In case that makes you feel
uncomfortable in front of others, then you can call me sir in company."
 
    "Thank you, sir."  She lightly gripped his arm and walked
by his side as he left the sanctuary.  He met Doug out in the foyer.
 
    "Well, I see you've made your first pick.  Not a bad
choice, Jer.  This here's Loretta, she's my choice for the week." 
Jeremy gave a cursory greeting, to which Loretta nodded politely.
 
    "What now?  I gather there isn't much of a church service?"
 
    "Oh, heck yeah!  We still go through the whole nine yards. 
We don't have a very long sermon anymore, but we still do all the
singing and stuff.  We start off every service with communion, too." 
Doug leaned in and whispered, "That's where they get the drug, but they
don't know that, so don't say anything."  Jeremy nodded, and Doug
stepped back.  "Right now, though, is Sunday School.  The people your
age meet down in the parlor.  It's a fairly small group, but there are
some nice choices there to choose from."
 
    As Jeremy headed for the parlor, Kim disengaged herself. 
Telling him she would be waiting for him when the service started, she
headed to a class for people her age.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After the service, which Jeremy had to admit was fairly
entertaining for a church service, he drove home with Kim leaning
against him, her head on his shoulder.  *It's a good thing I know this
town well.  I'd probably get in a wreck if I didn't know where I was
going, as much as she's distracting me.  *He had to admit, though, that
it was a very pleasant distraction.
 
    Barely had they gotten in the house when Kim started to
strip.
 
    "Whoa, whoa," Jeremy said, stopping her, "We've got all
week, let's take a minute to relax, okay?"
 
    "Okay," Kim responded.  She looked around his apartment. 
It was quite small, but big enough to live in, she supposed.  She
studied the pictures on his wall, mainly of wildlife.  He had little
furniture, but he did have a couch, which she chose to sit on.
 
    Jeremy returned from the bedroom in more comfortable
clothing.  "Would you prefer to change into something more
comfortable?"  Kim shook her head "no", and looked at him expectantly. 
Jer sat down next to her on the couch.  She wanted, *needed* to touch
him, but he had made it clear that he did not want her to just now.
 
    "I need," he started, "No.  I *want* to explain something
to you.  I'm not exactly experienced at this whole boy-girl thing, so I
know very little about what I'm supposed to be doing here.  I don't
want you to think that my hesitating has anything to do with you. 
Basically, I'm a little bit scared.  To be perfectly honest with you,
I've never had sex before."
 
    "You mean you're a virgin?" She asked quietly.  Jeremy just
nodded.  Kim shivered with the thought, at being his first.  And she
knew she needed to take it easy, but at least it wasn't *her.*  

    "Jeremy, I understand.  We can go as fast or as slow as you
want.  I'll take my lead from you."  Having said that, she placed her
hand on his knee, which sent shivers up his spine.  Her body was
screaming for contact, but her master had not given her permission to
touch him further.
 
    Jeremy leaned in to kiss her.  Their lips connected with an
instant electricity.  She reached up and gently held his head, while
running her tongue along his lips.  Half-knowing what he was supposed
to do, Jeremy opened his mouth, allowing her tongue entrance.  Her
tongue caressed the inside of his mouth, flitting around and engaging
his tongue as well.  Then she sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he
mimicked her actions.  Their tongues danced for some time.  As they
did, Kim laid back, pulling Jeremy down on top of her.  They were now
lying on the couch, kissing more and more passionately.
 
    Kim grasped Jeremy's hand and gently brought it to her
breast.  His actions were hesitant and shaky, but he made the right
movements nonetheless.  He fondled her breast, lightly rubbing across
her nipple several times.  Each time he did, her body shivered all over.
 
    Finally, they broke the kiss.  When Kim reached for the
buttons on her blouse, Jeremy stopped her.  Seeing the look on her
face, he said, "Let me do that."  She smiled assent, and Jeremy slowly
undid each button, caressing the skin beneath it as he did so.  As he
reached the bottom button, he laid the fabric aside, exposing her
wonderful, smooth, pale skin and her lacy pink bra.  The clasp on her
bra was in front, and so he undid it, slowly.  His hand was actually
shaking as he laid aside the cups and saw, for the first time in his
life, real live tits.  He lightly, and very shakily, ran his hand over
one, and Kim nearly swooned.  His touch was electric to her, and her
body was crying for more.  She arched her back to press her tit into
his hand.
 
    Sensing that he was doing something right, Jeremy continued
massaging her breast.  He bent down and placed a kiss on her other
nipple, and she moaned quietly.  He glanced up at her face to see that
she had closed her eyes, a serene smile playing on her lips.  He
continued to kiss and caress her breasts, switching from one to the
other from time to time.  Her moans became deeper and more frequent, as
her arousal rose.
 
    When he felt he was ready to move on, he began kissing his
way down her abdomen.  Her skirt had slid up her legs slightly, now
riding just above her knees.  He lifted each foot, and carefully
removed her shoes.  She was wearing stockings, and Jeremy ran his hands
tenderly up each leg.  Kim uttered something like a "coo" each time he
did this.  He first stopped at her knees, but as he got bolder, each
time he went a little higher, slipping his hands beneath her skirt.  He
stopped just before reaching the junction between her legs.  He felt
the heat and moisture there, but before he continued, he wanted a
better view.
 
    He unfastened her skirt, and she raised her hips to let him
slide it off of her.  Kim was in heaven.  Letting him go at his own
pace was a very pleasurable experience, since his nervousness made him
drag out foreplay.  She was heavily aroused now, and just about ready
for him.
 
    Jeremy stared at her panty-clad pussy for a while before he
could do anything at all.  Cautiously, he reached down and placed his
hand on her panties, above the vee of her legs.  Kim was holding her
breath in anticipation of the first contact.  Jeremy could see the dark
spot on her panties where her juices were flowing from her.  Slowly,
almost not moving, he slid his hand down between her legs, keeping the
touch light and gentle.  The first thing he came in contact with was
her clit, which made her twitch and moan in pleasure.  Initially
startled, Jer realized her reaction was a good thing, and kept going. 
Her moans intensified as he moved his hand against her silk-covered
slit.  He could smell her arousal, he knew *she* was ready.  Jer just
wasn't sure whether or not *he* was ready.
 
    Deciding to take the plunge, he hooked his fingers into the
elastic of her panties, and started to pull them off.  Again, she
raised her hips to help him.  He slid her panties down and off to join
her skirt on the floor.  He returned to her now bare pussy, and once
again gazed at it for a long time before he could move on.
 
    Jeremy took one finger, and stroked it the full length of
her slit, watching how her body shivered with his touch.  He noticed
her clit just barely showing from beneath its hood.  He took his thumb
and gently strummed her clit, and her body was wracked with shudders of
pleasure.  He did it once more, and again her body quivered.  He was
excited just to know he could make a woman this excited.
 
    He wasn't sure just what to do next, and so he hesitated. 
Kim took the opportunity to sit up and remove her shirt and bra from
her arms.  Kim gently pushed him back down, and whispered in his ear,
"Now it's my turn."  She indicated that he should lie back and enjoy
the experience, so he did.
 
    Kim pulled his shirt off over his head.  His glasses had
long since disappeared somewhere or other.  She kissed around Jeremy's
nipples, occasionally licking at them.  Jeremy was surprised at just
how good this felt, never considering his nipples to be an erogenous
zone before.  Kim continued her kissing treatment, moving all around
his chest, and then she made her way down to his pant line.
 
    Kim quickly undid his belt and pants.  She pulled them down
and off, pulling his shoes and socks off as she did so.  She moved back
up to his crotch, and placed a kiss on his straining dick through his
briefs.  Had he not been using every ounce of willpower he had, he
would have shot his load then, but he managed somehow to restrain
himself.  Then she pulled his underwear gingerly away from his cock,
and off his legs.  Now they were both naked, Jeremy with nothing on,
and Kim with only her stockings.
 
    Kim, sensing Jer's closeness to climax, decided to let him
settle down a little before continuing.  She moved up and kissed him
again, their tongues once again dancing together.  He could feel her
firm tits pressing into his chest, and his hands traced the smooth skin
down her back.  He hesitated only momentarily before continuing down
and cupping her ass cheeks.  She moaned into his mouth as he kneaded
her ass with his hands.
 
    Reluctantly, she broke the kiss.  She loved kissing him,
but she wanted something else in her mouth now.  She slid back down his
body, letting her nipples drag hot little trails down his chest.  She
felt his dick pulse at the feel of it.  She lightly kissed the head of
his cock, pleased at the way it jerked with her touch.  She gently
encircled the base of his shaft with her hand.  He needed no further
arousing; he was already stiff as iron.  She sucked the head of his
cock into her mouth, and snaked her tongue all the way around it.  She
knew he wasn't going to last long this first time, so she pulled more
of him into her until she had more than half his cock in her mouth. 
Then she began blowing him in earnest, fucking her own mouth with his
dick.  She used one hand to jack the part of his cock not inside her,
and the other to fondle his balls.  She heard his moans, and felt the
tightness in him, and knew he was about to explode.  She sucked even
harder, until he erupted in her mouth.  She did all she could to suck
every last drop down, and succeeded.  But she didn't give up then.  She
continued sucking him until he had returned to full hardness.  After
the day's activity, she needed him inside her.
 
    She stopped sucking him and sat up, but placed her hand
lightly on his chest so he wouldn't move.  She lifted one leg over his
waist, and grabbed his cock with her other hand.  As she brought her
leg down on the other side of him, she guided his manhood to her hole.
 
    As soon as the head of his cock slid inside of Kim's pussy,
he was in ecstasy.  Her hole was tight, and warm, and velvety.  She
slid slowly down his pole, rippling her cunt muscles as she did. 
Jeremy could feel the sparks shooting up his dick into his brain.  When
she reached bottom, she stopped for a moment, letting them savor the
feeling.  Then she started grinding slow, small circles, letting their
bodies move together.  She leaned down, and kissed him.  He could taste
his cum in her mouth, but the taste wasn't that bad, and the passion of
her kiss more than made up for it.  He wrapped his arms around her and,
without really thinking, rolled on top of her.  At least he was quick
enough to put his arms out before they hit the floor.  She grinned up
at him and whispered, "Nicely done.  Now, give me that nice dick of
yours!"  When Jeremy was a little too slow starting, she pleaded, "Fuck
me!"
 
    That got him going eagerly.  He started sliding in and out
of her, first slowly, then with more speed.  She wrapped her legs
around his waist to help pull him further into her.  She met each of
his down thrusts with an up thrust of her own.  Soon they were both
grunting and moaning.  He bent down and kissed her, mashing their
bodies together.  He could feel the hot points of her tits burning into
him.  Their screwing rose to a fever pitch, both of them moving like
animals in heat.  As the wave of climax broke over them, they both
screamed out their pleasure.  They kept pumping, even after their
orgasms subsided.  They found that they weren't done just yet...
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    That first day was spent in hours of adult play.  Jeremy
and Kim tried every position of  "normal" sex they could think of. 
They stopped only to eat, and even that was mostly just sex with food
involved.  Finally, around midnight, completely exhausted and sated,
they went to bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep in each other's
arms.
 
 
 
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    The rest of the week was a regular pattern.  Jeremy would
wake up to a great breakfast made by Kim.  He would rush off to work at
the computer store, put in nine hours, and come home.  Kim would have
dinner waiting, and dessert was always an hours-long enjoyment.
 
    But his conscience was still nagging at him.  By Friday, he
felt the need to quiet it a little by at least getting to know Kim
somewhat.  During one of their lulls in sex, he cuddled up next to
her.  She settled herself in beside him, and rested her head on his
shoulder.
 
    "Kim, how long have you and Tom been at this church?"
 
    "Oh, about a year and a half now, why?"
 
    "Was Doug already here then?"
 
    "No, he showed up shortly after we got here."
 
    "So, how soon after he came did the church... change its
style?"
 
    "Pretty quickly.  I'd say just a couple weeks.  Why are you
asking me all this?  Just ask Dr. Smythe."
 
    "Doug isn't here right now, and you are.  Besides, you're
more fun to talk to than he is."  He ran his hand along her breast to
indicate how much more fun.  Her body shivered, and she pressed more
tightly against him.
 
    "So, in like seventeen months, he's altered the church
completely, is that about right?"  Jeremy summed up.
 
    "Yes, that's right."
 
    "And don't you have a problem with the way things are now?"
 
    "Not at all.  I really have more fun this way than the way
it was.  I've really enjoyed being with all those different men.  I
never knew there were such differences in style and technique.  And
besides," she added coyly, while fondling his now-stiffening member,
"Tom and I never did it this often.  Now I get to have it all the
time!"  She rolled over onto him with his dick still in her hand,
effectively ending the conversation.
 
 
 
Week 2: The Power of Smylovate
 
 
 
    Soon, it was Sunday, and time to take Kim back to church. 
Though Jeremy wondered what would happen if he kept her from going, he
wasn't prepared to confront Dr. Smythe or the church members.  Jeremy
had always avoided confrontations whenever possible, and it had made
him something of a wimp when it came to standing up for himself.
 
    Upon entering, Jer noted that things seemed very quiet
compared to what he had seen last week.  Doug quickly came up while Kim
dismissed herself quietly.  Before Jeremy could ask any questions, Doug
led him into the church office.
 
    "Did you see the flag hanging outside?" inquired Doug.
 
    "You mean the Christian flag over the door?  Yeah, why?"
 
    "Whenever you see that flag hanging outside, it means we
have a visitor among us.  It's a cue to act... more normally."
 
    "Do you do that for men and women?"
 
    "No, just women.  We figure any man who's scared away by
the church doesn't need to be here anyway.  The new girl is in your age
group.  Her name is Angela Huffman, and she goes by Angie.  There will
be an... initiation for her during Sunday School."
 
    "How are you going to get her to... I mean the drawing
takes place before Sunday School, and communion isn't until after."
 
    "It has been explained to her that each new visitor to the
church must go through a small ceremony.  It's not called communion. 
She's going through that ceremony now.  You should be aware that it
takes the drug a while to take effect the first time, so she will be
somewhat resistant during her initiation.  That is normal, just follow
along with the other guy there.  Do you know Rick Holiday?"
 
    "Yeah, he and I were in the youth group together."
 
    "Well, he's one of the only other guys in the church in
your age group.  He'll lead you through the initiation."
 
    "Whatever.  Is the drawing ready to start?"
 
    "Yeah.  Go get your number."
 
 
 
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    Though he was higher up the list this time, Janet had
already been snatched up.  Linda, however, had not been, and so he
claimed her as his for the week.  She gave him a warm kiss before
heading off to her own Sunday School class.
 
    Jeremy headed down to the parlor to the Young Adult class. 
Upon arrival, he saw that there were two guys and one girl so far.  He
was introduced to the second guy, named Kyle.  Kyle was about 5' 10"
tall with straight black hair.  He was thin but fit.  Rick was short,
only about 5'4" or so, with slicked-back brown hair into a pony-tail. 
He had a small goatee and wore thin wire-frame glasses.  He was also
thin, but not skinny.  He looked to be in average physical condition.
 
    Rick introduced the girl as Shelby, and then Jeremy
remembered her.  She was 5' 6" tall with dark brown hair.  She had a
pretty oval face with big brown eyes and a ready smile.  Her tits were
a little small, but she had nice legs and a well-rounded ass.  She gave
him a warm hug, and a very nice kiss.  Shelby had once had a crush on
Jeremy, but their age difference had prevented anything serious from
cropping up, as she was five years younger than him.
 
    As the greetings were finishing up, Doug brought in Angie. 
Now, Angie had a great set of breasts, just perfect for her body size. 
She was about 5'5" tall with close-cut black hair.  Her round face and
big hazel eyes complemented her wide smile.  Her body had the tone of
an athlete, and what leg could be seen under her skirt showed good
definition.
 
    Angie's smile, however, was a little shaky at the moment. 
Doug seemed to actually be holding her upright.  "Well, guys," Doug
said, "This is Angie.  She's new to our church, so I want you all to
give her a warm St. Matthew's welcome."  Rick motioned to Jeremy, and
they got up to relieve Doug of his burden.
 
    As they half-carried, half-led her over to the table, Rick
said, "You don't look so good, Angie.  Why don't you lie down for a
while?"  Though not sure she wanted to lie on the table, the idea
wasn't upsetting, and the drug was starting to have an effect.  As they
helped her up onto the table, Rick's hand cradled her breast.  She
started to protest, but he quickly covered her mouth with his.  She
struggled feebly as they laid her down on the table so that her head
and legs actually hung off of it.  

    Rick broke the kiss long enough to gesture to Angie's
crotch.  "Go to town, ace!" he encouraged.  Jeremy, seeking a little
support, looked over to Kyle, but he was already fully undressed, and
nearly had Shelby completely nude as well.  It was obvious that those
two would be of no use to him.
 
    Giving in to the inevitable, Jeremy ran his hands up her
legs underneath her skirt.  He found her panties, a plain cotton, and
pulled them off her hips.  There was the tiniest hint of moisture on
them from Rick's ministrations.  Jeremy noticed that Rick had gone back
to fondling Angie's chest.  Angie was rocking her head back and forth,
murmuring soft "no's", but there was no conviction in it.  Jeremy laid
her skirt up around her waist, and found that she had rather sparse
pubic hair.  The thin hair allowed him a good view of her pussy, which,
he had to admit, looked quite inviting.  He stuck his thumb into her
hot box, and moved it in and out.  She moaned quietly with his actions,
until he stuck his middle and index finger inside her and started
rubbing her clit with his thumb.  Very quickly she built to a fever
pitch, and started bucking on his hand.  Her screams were suddenly
muffled, and Jeremy looked to see why.  Rick had pulled his cock out of
his briefs, and was stuffing it deep into Angie's mouth.
 
    Turned on by the sight of Rick getting blown that way, 
Jeremy was in the mood for a little action himself.  He quickly removed
his clothing, to better make use of the girl.  He placed his cock at
her entrance, and pressed in.  She was incredibly tight, and
wonderfully warm.  He pressed all the way into her, and then pulled all
the way back out, just so he could do it again.  After that, he started
plunging into her at a rhythm to match Rick.  As Rick pulled out,
Jeremy pushed in.  On and on they went like that.  Rick was mauling her
tits, and eventually her blouse separated.  Incredibly, she wore no
bra, and her breasts were exposed to the air.  Her nipples were hard
points on her globes.  Rick twisted her nipples, and that sent her over
the edge again, making her moan on Rick's cock and squeeze Jeremy's
with her cunt.  Both of the guys had just about had enough.
 
    Rick said, "Part of the treatment is that we come all over
their bodies.  It sets up some sort of psychological thing, Doug
says."  As they both reached that point, they pulled out of her, and
started jacking off.  Rick came first, spewing his seed all over her
upper chest, and then her face, even getting it in her nose.  When
Jeremy came, his first shot landed on her right nipple, and then his
cum trailed down her abdomen until he rubbed the remaining dribble on
her pussy lips.
 
    Only half-conscious now, Angie began rubbing the cum into
her skin as if it were lotion.  She scooped what was on her face into
her mouth and sucked it down.  As she sat up, they knew the drug had
taken hold, as her smile had returned full force.
 
    By this time, Shelby and Kyle had finished up, and so
everyone got dressed and got ready for church.  But the experience
nagged at Jeremy.  *She didn't *want* to get screwed by two guys when
she came to church.  It's the drug.  But there's not really anything I
can do about it, except leave, and then I wouldn't know what was going
on.*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jeremy took Linda home, and his initial encounter with her
was not as spectacular as he had hoped for.  Having such a fine body,
he had expected her skill to be even better than Kim.  He had been
disappointed, and had trouble not showing it, he knew.  There was
little conversation between them that first night.
 
    Even Jer's boss noticed at work.
 
    "Something troublin' you, Jerry?  Normally you've got a job
like this finished in no time.  You've been diddling with it for an
hour now."  His boss just couldn't get the hang of calling him "Jer".
 
    "Oh.  Sorry, boss.  It's just girl trouble, nothing to
bother you about."
 
    "Well, son, if you need any advice, my door is always open."
 
*    A comforting thought.  "Hey, boss, I go to this church
where I can screw girls all day long, but the one I've got at home now
isn't up to par.  What do I do?"  Yeah, that'll go over well.*  Jeremy
decided he needed to talk to Linda when he got home that night.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    He arrived home to the smell of a wonderful lasagna
dinner.  It was waiting for him on the table as he walked in the door. 
Linda had obviously spent a great deal of time on this, and the taste
reflected that.  It was a wonderful meal, with garlic bread and
cheesecake for dessert.  He had to work at not stuffing himself so full
that he couldn't move.  It was the best meal he'd had in years, and he
told her so.
 
    "Oh, it was just my way of apologizing for yesterday."
 
    Now seemed as good a time to talk as any.  He waited until
she put down the plates in the sink.  "Linda?  Can we have a little
talk?  Let's sit over on the couch."  They moved over to the couch
where it was more comfortable, and a little more intimate for
conversation.
 
    "First of all, I want to tell you that I'm not upset about
yesterday.  I was sort of disappointed, but I'll get over that.  I'm
more worried about why it happened.  You seemed to be really upset
about something.  I need you to tell me what it is."
 
    Clearly, she didn't want to discuss it, but she also didn't
want to disappoint him yet again.  "I've had some bad experiences since
Dr. Smythe came and changed the church.  Not all the men in the church
are as nice as you are."  She smiled at him, to reinforce her words.
 
    "What exactly are you saying?" Jeremy asked.
 
    "Well... I've been... handled roughly on more than one
occasion.."
 
    "Are you telling me you've been beaten?"  Seeing the
hesitation on her face, he added, "Tell me the truth."  She just nodded
her head, looking down at her feet.
 
    "And you seemed to be pretty excited about the whole
thing.  I was worried you would-"  She couldn't finish the sentence. 
Her body was wracked by silent sobbing.
 
    Jeremy slid over to her, pulling her to his chest.  "It'll
be okay, Linda.  I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. 
I love you.  You've always been there when I needed you.  You've helped
me through a lot of painful times.  You were there when Mom died, back
when I was still in high school.  You were there when Dad threw me out
of the house, telling me never to come back.  You've been there so
often for me.  Now let me be here for you."  She wrapped her arms
around him and her sobbing grew louder.  He just rocked her gently,
letting her cry it out.  Soon her tears stopped.  Jeremy kept rocking,
and her sighing became regular.  He looked down to find that she had
fallen asleep in his arms.
 
 
 
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    Jeremy was much more focused at work the next day.  His
boss took notice of this and figured the kid had gotten it all worked
out.  Actually, he hadn't worked anything out at all, but at least he
now knew what part of the problem was.  *So, some of the church members
are really enjoying the power, huh? Bastards.  That explains why no one
is standing up to protest this thing.  If I were to question him
openly, how much support would I have?  Would it be enough?  Somehow, I
doubt it.  And 150 to 1 odds don't sound real good just now.*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Coming home from work Tuesday, Jeremy had expected a nice,
quiet evening.  If Linda was this upset about having sex, he wasn't
going to push her into it.  

    Apparently, however, Linda had different plans.  When he
walked in the door, he was greeted with soft strains of music coming
from the stereo.  The lights had been dimmed, and he could see the glow
of candles coming from the bedroom.  Linda appeared in the doorway to
the bedroom, wearing a very well-fitting black teddy, and stockings to
match.  He felt very foolish with his mouth hanging open as she
sauntered over to him.  Her voice was silk as she whispered in his ear,
"I've been waiting for you all day."
 
    As she led him into the bedroom, he said, "Linda, are you
sure about this?  I mean, last night-"  She had turned to face him, and
silenced him with a finger brought softly to his lips.
 
    "Last night I told you why I didn't want to have sex on
Sunday.  And last night, *you* told *me* why I do want to have sex
tonight."  She pressed herself up against him, embracing him and
drawing him down to her.  She tilted her head up so her lips could meet
his, and they kissed tenderly for several minutes.  Jeremy was softly
caressing her back, feeling her skin through the lingerie.
 
    Linda broke the kiss and stepped back slightly.  Looking
him up and down she commented, "You are way overdressed for the
night."  Reaching out, she helped him to remove his clothing.  He stood
before her nude, his cock already stiff from looking at her.
 
    She turned them around, and sat him down on the bed.  She
stepped back slightly from him, and turned the stereo up slightly.  The
music was soft, but it did have a beat, and she began dancing alone. 
She moved closer, and then away, always staying just out of reach.  Not
wearing much to start with, she couldn't give him any kind of
striptease, but she did miracles with the way her body moved.  Jeremy
didn't think he'd ever wanted a woman more than he did her right now.
 
    As the song came to an end, she slid over to him.  Standing
above him, her tits in his face, she looked down at him looking up. 
Teddies being what they are, it was a real bitch to get off, but they
managed it without ripping it to shreds in their excitement.  Jeremy's
hands encircled Linda's breasts, massaging them and tweaking the
nipples now and again.  With her still standing over him, he suckled on
her tit like a newborn.  He switched nipples, making sure to give them
equal time.  Meanwhile, his hands had roamed to her ass, and was busily
squeezing and kneading that wonderful flesh.  Linda tilted her head
back, lost in the pure pleasure of the moment.
 
    She heard the movement, but ignored it.  She'd had only a
second to register that he was no longer sucking on her tit when she
felt something warm, wet, and sensuous moving along her slit.  In the
ecstasy of the feeling, Linda moaned.
 
    Jeremy had not had the opportunity to try this with Kim. 
Maybe Kim didn't like it, or she thought he would be disgusted by the
idea of eating out a woman.  Actually, he found the idea quite
intriguing.  And, after having started his first, he found that he
liked the taste of Linda, anyway.
 
    Linda nearly fell on Jeremy, so lost was she in the
sensation.  Jer laid her down on the bed without stopping his lapping. 
He slowly drew his tongue up and down the opening to her tunnel, making
it good and wet.  Then, he stiffened his tongue and plunged it in as
far as it would go.  Linda was writhing with the joy of it.
 
    As Linda's writhing turned into bucking, Jeremy figured she
was close.  He moved his mouth over her clit, and sucked it in.  While
applying suction to her clit, he wiggled his tongue over the end of
it.  Linda could take no more.  Her screams of pleasure shattered the
stillness of the room.
 
    Jer kept sucking throughout her orgasm, which made it last
that much longer.  When she finally did come down, her entire body was
covered with a light sheen of sweat.
 
    "Okay, stud," she said, "Now we know your mouth works, but
what about the rest of you?"
 
    Jeremy wasted no time in placing his fully erect rod at the
opening of her cunt.  He leaned down on his arms, and gave her a loving
kiss.  As their tongues intertwined, he pushed his length into her. 
Slowly, steadily, his dick ploughed her furrow.  When he reached
bottom, he paused, letting them just feel the sensations.  When he felt
they were both ready, he began sliding in and out.  He kept the pace
slow and easy, pushing in slowly until their pubic bones meshed
together, and then dragging it out again until just the very head of
his cock rested inside her.  For a good long time, they did this,
pleasuring each other with the subtle changes in each thrust.  Jeremy
had come a very long way in only a week, but Kim had been an excellent
teacher.  He kept himself under control, wanting to make this
experience good for Linda.  He couldn't know that the very act of
wanting it to be good for her, made it better than anyone before.
 
    As had to happen, their passions built until the slow
intercourse was no longer good enough.  Like a train leaving the
station, slowly they built up steam.  Soon, they were rocking the bed
against the wall with the force of their motion.  Jeremy was grunting
loudly as he thrust into her.  Linda was moaning and grabbing at the
bedcovers.  Soon, the time was upon them.
 
    "I'm gonna come, Linda!"  Jeremy shouted.
 
    "Hold off, Baby!  Pull out!"  She replied.  Startled,
Jeremy stopped thrusting, a questioning look on his face.  "I want you
to tit-fuck me."  She said in explanation.  "No one's ever done that
for me, and I want to know how it feels."
 
    "By all means," Jeremy replied.  He pulled out and worked
his way onto the bed so that his cock nestled between her beautiful
tit-flesh.  She grabbed hold of her tits and mashed them together,
forming a virtual pussy of flesh for him to push through.  As slick as
he was from her juices, he pushed into her cleavage with no trouble at
all.  The break had allowed him to come down from his high a little,
and soon he was back thrusting for all he was worth.  Linda craned her
head upwards so that on each forward thrust of his dick, it just barely
entered her mouth.  She could run her tongue along the underside of the
head.
 
    It didn't take a whole lot of this before Jeremy was ready
to pop once again.  He grunted out, "Here it comes!" and Linda opened
her mouth wide.  One final thrust, and Jer loosed his seed.  Some of it
splashed on her cheeks and chin, but most of it made it into her mouth,
and she swallowed it as if it were the sweetest nectar.  She released
his cock from it's wonderful confines so that she could scoop up the
remaining come with her fingers and usher it into her mouth.
 
    When she was finished cleaning herself off, Jeremy lay down
beside her.  They shared a slow but passionate kiss, then they lay
back, and fell off to sleep, content and sated.
 
 
 
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    When he woke up in the morning, the smell of waffles
permeated the apartment.  This was the only part of the whole deal he
thought he would truly miss if it were to end.  Waking up to an
already-cooked breakfast was a treat not to be taken for granted.
 
    He gave Linda a quick kiss before sitting down to his
waffles and sausage.  Linda sat across from him, and they ate in
blissful silence.
 
    As breakfast was finished up, Jeremy remembered that today
was his day off.  He could lie around the house, or get laid around the
house as the case may be.  But he did want to catch up with some old
friends, and Linda might know where they were.
 
    After they had both showered, separately at Jeremy's
urging, ("after all, it does little good if neither of us gets clean!")
they sat down on the sofa to have a quiet chat.
 
    "I've been wondering what happened to some of the old youth
group.  I lost touch when I left high school.  Do you know where Brian
is?"
 
    "Well, he went into the Air Force, he's a flight mechanic
now.  He's serving somewhere in South Dakota, I think."
 
    "What about Terry?"
 
    "She's over in Texas somewhere, working as a paralegal."
 
    "And Brandy?"
 
    "She's working for Merck Pharmaceuticals.  She's a
biochemist now."
 
    "And Jon?"
 
    "Jon's in jail for rape and murder.  He went off the deep
end after you left."
 
    "Well, he always was an asshole." *Biochemist, huh?  Well,
I knew Brandy was smarter than me.*
 
 
 
Week 3: The Last Straws
 
 
 
    Sunday rolled around once again, and Jeremy took Linda back
to the church.  After they'd gotten over the initial problems, they'd
had a lot of fun for the rest of the week.  Jeremy also made her give
him a list of all the guys who had mistreated her.  It was a long list.
 
    Jeremy showed up a little late to church, and nearly missed
the drawing.  He rushed into the building, and hurried over to the
bucket.  This time, he drew #3.  He was sure to get his pick this time.
 
    And he did.  First to go were a couple of the teens.  When
his turn came, he walked right over to Janet and handed her his
number.  She gave him a quick kiss and a hug, and they left for Sunday
School.
 
    In none of the "Sunday School" classes was a Bible, or even
a book, ever opened, but there was learning going on.  When Jer entered
his Sunday School class, Shelby was showing Angie techniques for giving
a guy a good blowjob.  She was using a large dildo to demonstrate, and
Jeremy could see she was quite good at it.  Neither of the other guys
had shown up yet, so he figured he'd get an early start.
 
    "Hey, Shelby, why don't you demonstrate that technique on
me?"  He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and presented it to
her.  Shelby quickly went to work, planting kisses all along his
shaft.  She ran her tongue from the base of his cock slowly up to the
very tip, where she swirled her tongue around his cockhead before
plunging her mouth down onto his dick.  She bobbed up and down on him,
slowly taking more and more of him into her mouth.  Soon she was taking
his entire length down her throat.  Jeremy was in ecstasy.  Shelby kept
sucking him down her throat, bringing him closer and closer to the
edge.  Finally, she reached in and started fondling his balls, moving
them lightly in her hand.  This set him off, and he came, pouring his
seed down her throat.  She swallowed it all, like a pro.
 
    Jeremy pulled out of her, his cock hanging only
semi-stiff.  Shelby said, "Okay, Angie.  You get him hard again while I
get out of this damned dress."
 
    Jeremy turned to Angie who lightly took his cock in her
hand.  Cautiously, she kissed the tip of his dick, rubbing her tongue
lightly across the very end.  Slowly, carefully, she opened her mouth
and inserted his rod .  She sealed her lips around him, and began
moving up and down his shaft.  Her tongue danced lightly across the
underside of his dick, sending shivers up his spine.  This girl was a
natural cocksucker.  By the time she had him hard again, Shelby had
just barely managed to remove the last of her clothing.
 
    Shelby walked over and kissed Jeremy, their tongues
intertwining.  As their kissing continued, Angie continued her sucking
beneath them.  Jeremy started sucking at Shelby's tits, paying special
attention to her small, tight nipples.  Shelby moaned loudly, 
releasing her enjoyment.  Jeremy knew he just had to have her now, and
so he gently pulled Angie off his dick.  Just then, Rick showed up.
 
    "Good timing, Rick.  Angie here needs a partner."  Angie
headed over to Rick as he undressed, and Jeremy returned to Shelby.
 
    Shelby looked lustfully at Jeremy and said, "Oooh, I've
wanted this for a while."
 
    Jeremy backed Shelby against the table and sat her down on
it.  He pressed his cock to her opening, and her lips parted for him. 
He slid into her easily, feeling little resistance as he went.  When he
was buried fully inside her, he kissed her again, with even more
passion.  Their bodies moved of their own accord, rocking together in
rhythm.
 
    Tiring of that position, Jeremy had her stand up and bend
over the table.  Once again he pressed his cock home into her pussy,
reveling in the warm, soft sensation as he plunged back into her.  Just
then Kyle joined them, and presented his dick to her mouth.  She
eagerly sucked him in while Jeremy began pounding her from behind. 
Each thrust from Jeremy pushed her further onto Kyle's cock, forcing
him down her throat.  Jeremy was thrusting for all he was worth,
grabbing her hips for leverage and plunging away at her hot cunt.  Kyle
could take little more of Shelby's oral treatment, and he soon came,
pouring his spunk down her throat.  She couldn't swallow all of it, and
some leaked out across her chin.  She scooped it up with a finger and
ushered it back into her mouth, sucking on her finger as she had his
cock.  Then, Jeremy turned her around and laid her on the table.  As he
inserted himself back into her, she grabbed Kyle's dick again, to get
him hard once more.
 
    As she played with Kyle's dick and balls to get him hard,
Jeremy was playing with her tits to get her off.  He rolled her nipples
between his fingers as he pounded her pussy, moving faster and faster
as he approached his own orgasm.  Shelby's body was rocking harder and
harder until, suddenly she released a deep, long moan and her body
froze, her back arched, mouth open, and eyes closed in pleasure.  As he
continued plunging into her, Shelby's pussy clamped down on him every
time he tried to pull out.  The wonderful friction was more than he
could take, and he came, pouring his sperm deep inside of her.
 
    Jeremy pulled out of her, completely spent, but Kyle was
more than happy to take his place.  After having Shelby lick him clean,
which she thoroughly enjoyed, he got dressed and left the room.  It was
almost time for church, anyway.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    During the church service, Janet and Jeremy sat together,
Janet leaning her head on his shoulder and fawning over him like a
schoolgirl.  Instead of being arousing, though, Jeremy found it deeply
unsettling.  This was his *youth director*, for crying out loud!  He
shouldn't be doing this sort of thing with her.  His conscience
screamed at him to stop.  Jeremy wasn't sure why it hadn't been so loud
with the other women.  Or at least with Linda, who had also been one of
his youth leaders.  He was truly confused now.
 
    His train of thought was broken as communion was served. 
One of the younger girls, about sixteen he'd guess, suddenly started
having convulsions just after taking communion.  Her body spasmed on
the floor, nobody daring to go near it.  The spasms got worse and worse
until finally she froze.  Only then did it occur to Jer that her throes
had looked an awful lot like an orgasm.  Doug went over to her and
checked her pulse.
 
    "Damn," he said, "She's had a reaction.  She's dead." 
Jeremy and one other man carried the body back into the parlor, where
she was laid solemnly on a table, and a cloth draped over her.  By the
time they returned, communion was over.  It did not occur to Jeremy
that he had not taken communion before the incident.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Janet was very frisky on the ride home.  Jer managed to
successfully fight off her advances until they got there, but he nearly
had a wreck doing it.  Once inside the house, she was relentless.  She
started tearing at his clothes, and kissing him.
 
    Janet pulled off his shirt as she kicked off her shoes. 
She had him pinned against a wall, and she pulled off her shirt and
bra.  Jeremy's head began to spin as she reached for his pants zipper. 
His vision started to cloud as she reached in and caressed his dick
through his briefs.
 
    Suddenly, Jeremy's vision cleared, his thoughts focused,
and he realized just what was happening.  He grabbed her wrists and
pulled her off himself, spinning around so her back was to the wall. 
There was just no way he could go through with it.  Yes, he loved
Janet, but not in this way.  His love and respect for her went deep
enough to fight off the, he had to admit very strong, urge to screw her
until morning.
 
    He looked deep into her beautiful green, and right now very
scared, eyes.  He understood the scared part, and wondered just what
she might have been through.  "Janet, this is an *order." * He knew
that word carried weight.  "You will stop trying to have sex with me. 
I am not in the mood right now, and I wish to be left alone.  Do you
understand?"  Janet nodded quickly, and he released her.  Though she
lowered her hands, she didn't move until he went over and sat down.
 
    She picked up her clothes and dressed as she moved to the
couch, and sat on the end opposite from him.  He looked at her and
said, "Janet, do you know where Brandy is?"
 
    "She works for Merck now," she replied.
 
    "I found that out.  But *where*?" he insisted.
 
    "Over in Amarillo.  They have a small research facility
there."
 
    "Thanks.  I'm probably going to be gone tomorrow, and maybe
the next day as well.  I've got to do something.  While I'm gone, I
want you to just stay here and relax.  Understand?"  She nodded, and he
rose from the couch.  As she rose, he gave her a warm, but platonic,
hug.  "Thank you, Janet.  Now let's have some lunch."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Jeremy had formed a plan once he'd heard about Brandy's
job.  But the problem with the plan was that he needed a sample of the
drug, which was something he was sure Doug would not give him.
 
    He arrived at the church Monday morning, hoping that Doug
would not be there.  Luckily, Doug did not spend much time at the
church, so Jer could continue with his idea.
 
    "'Morning, Ruth," Jeremy said on entering the church
office.  Ruth was a pretty lady in her early forties with blond hair
and a gorgeous smile.  Her body wasn't bad, but Jeremy wasn't
interested in her body at the moment.  "Doug asked me to do something
in the choir room.  Do you have a key for it?"
 
    "Silly boy!  None of the doors around here are locked
anymore.  There's no need to with all the people here."
 
    "Oh," he said, abashed that he didn't think of that. 
"Well, okay.  I'll be down there, then."
 
    "Okay, hon."  She went back to whatever it was she had been
doing.
 
    Jeremy moved quickly down the hallway, now out of sight of
the church office.  Doug's office was on the way to the choir room and,
making sure no one saw him, he entered quickly and shut the door behind
him.
 
*    Now, where would he keep it?*  Jer knew it had to be in
here somewhere.  He wouldn't have kept it in the open, and this was the
only place he could hide it with a reasonable assurance that no one
would find it accidentally.
 
    He checked the fridge on the notion that it might need to
be refrigerated.  He'd packed a cooler with ice for just this
eventuality.  But it wasn't in there.  He stood back up and looked
around.  He could tear the office apart, but he was hoping to be away
and gone without anyone knowing he'd been in here.
 
    He opened desk drawers, expecting to find a locked one that
would have the drug in it, but none were, and the drug wasn't there. 
He searched through the closet, which was almost completely empty.  He
thought of a secret panel or something, but figured if that was the
case, he'd never find it.
 
    Just then, he heard voices out in the hallway.  Quickly, he
stepped into the closet, and shut the closet door most of the way.  It
hadn't been latched before, so he hoped no one would notice it was now
open a hair, just enough to see out.
 
    Doug and some other fellow walked into the office.
 
    "We've had this discussion a hundred times, Emmett.  None
of the girls can be taken permanently.  That's not how the system
works."
 
    "Aw come off it, Doug!  I only want one!  It's not like
there aren't enough to go around."
 
    Jeremy ignored the conversation as he watched Doug.
 
    "That's not the point!  You know they have to come back
here to get their dosage of the drug."  Just then, Jeremy noticed, or
imagined he noticed, Doug's eyes shift toward a shelf.
 
    "Hey, I'll bring her back each week," Emmett promised.
 
    "Look, let's get out of here.  Which girl is it you..." 
The voices faded as the door to the office closed.  Jeremy stepped out
of the closet, and walked over to the bookshelf.  He knew that people
who are discussing something have a tendency to look at it, or at least
toward it.  So, he hoped he hadn't been seeing things.  On closer
inspection, he realized that, while all the books on other shelves had
been pushed to the back of the shelf, these all sat on the front edge
of the shelf.  He had seen this, and passed it off because they were
reference books, and he thought they might get used more.  Carefully,
he pulled one away.  There *was* something behind them!  He pulled away
another and saw that there was a tray of test tubes there.  He took
three of them, figuring by the time they were noticed he'd either have
a solution, or know there wasn't one.  Quickly, he put the books back
and made to leave the office.
 
    And here's where his bad luck set in.  As he was closing
the office door, he heard someone say, "Hey!  What're you doing
there?"  It was a male voice, so he knew it meant trouble.  He started
walking quickly toward the front door, trying to gauge by hearing just
how close his pursuer was.
 
    He caught up with Jeremy just outside the front door. 
Grabbing his arm and spinning him around, he said, "What were you doing
in Doug's office?"
 
    Jeremy didn't feel like explaining himself.  Though he
hadn't finished college, he *had* gotten a blue belt in Tae Kwon Do. 
He stepped forward and delivered a palm-strike to the guy's chin with
his left hand, since he had the vials in his right.  Though his left
hand wasn't as strong as his right, it was enough to stagger the guy
back.  Jeremy made a dash for his car.  He was in his car and had the
motor running before he looked for the guy.  

    The man now had company, and they were running for another
car.  He peeled out of the parking lot, heading east.  The other car
was about a hundred yards back.
 
    At least Jeremy had done a little thinking about what he
would do if he got found out.  He had timed his little excursion for
just about the time the train came through town.  Every day, a one mile
long train would pass through town.  If he could get across the tracks
just before the train came through, he could get away.  It was a slim
chance, but the only other option was to try to outrun them, and he
didn't think his little piece of shit car was up to it.
 
    He led them through side streets and main streets, keeping
an eye on the time.  He heard the train's horn, and made for the tracks.
 
    He was almost too late.  As he approached the crossing, he
saw the gates coming down.  *Oh, fuck!* He thought.  He punched it,
just missing the closing gate, and actually breaking the end off the
gate on the other side.  The train missed him by a whole twenty feet. 
Luckily, this meant the car with the angry men in it was stuck on the
other side.  Jeremy punched it, heading out of town for Texas.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    He made Amarillo by one in the afternoon, and spent thirty
minutes trying to find the Merck facility.  He parked in the lot, but
when he reached down to the seat for the vials, they weren't there. 
*Oh, fuck!  Oh, shit!  Where'd they go?*  He looked around until he saw
a stopper lying on the floor.  He got down and looked under the seat. 
Sure enough, they'd fallen onto the floor as he'd tried to escape the
men in the car.  Two of the vials had lost their stoppers, their liquid
leaking onto the floor of his car.  The third tube had its stopper, but
had gotten cracked, and had lost most of its contents as well.  There
was still some solution left in the last vial, and he picked it up
gingerly, making sure not to lose any more.  There was no way for him
to get any more of the stuff now.
 
    He took some duct tape and sealed the crack in the vial
with it, then placed the vial in his pocket.  As nonchalantly as he
could, he then strolled into the Merck building.  He was met by a very
cute receptionist.
 
    "May I help you, sir?"  She inquired politely.
 
    "Yes.  I would like to see Ms. Brandy Hanson.  She's a
chemist here."
 
    "Do you have an appointment?" the lady inquired.
 
    "No, ma'am.  I'm an old friend of Brandy's, and I thought
I'd just stop in to say hello on my way through town."
 
    This story at least got him past the desk.  He was directed
to the second floor, room 248.  He saw the "Do not Disturb" light was
off, so he opened the door and walked into the office.
 
    Though it had been a long time since he'd seen Brandy -
since high school, in fact - she hadn't changed very much.  Her flowing
blonde hair framed a gorgeous, round face with beautiful blue eyes and
a mouth that curved in a permanent smile.  Her lab coat did little to
hide her ample chest and curvy figure.  Underneath her coat, she wore
her standard shirt and jeans.  She looked up from what she was doing
when the door opened, and when she saw him her eyes lit up.
 
    "Jeremy!  Hey!"  She came over and gave him a warm hug. 
"What are you doing here?" she inquired amiably.
 
    "Brandy, I've got a little problem, and I was hoping you
could help me."  She ushered him over to her desk, where they sat.
 
    "What can I do?" she asked.
 
    Jeremy produced the vial.  "There's a crazy man at St.
Matthew's.  He's given everybody the drug in this test tube.  It makes
them behave weirdly.  I was wondering if you could find an antidote to
it."
 
    "It's not that easy, Jer.  I'll have to study it, see what
it does, and see if I can find an antidote.  It could take a long time."
 
    "If anyone can do it, Brandy, I know you can," he said
encouragingly.
 
    She smiled at him pleasantly for the compliment.  "I'll
give it a whirl, but you could have brought me more of a sample."
 
    "I tried, but, well, let's say they weren't real happy
about me taking it."
 
    "Oh," she said, understanding what he meant.  "You okay?"
 
    "Yeah, I'm fine.  Is there enough there to work with?" 

    "No," she said.  Seeing his face, she quickly added, "but
there is enough here to synthesize more.  C'mon, I'll show you."
 
    She led him over to a big machine.  She withdrew the liquid
from the test tube and inserted it into the machine.  Several readouts
flashed across the machine's monitor, and then it printed, "Working...
Remaining time 20 minutes."
 
    For the next twenty minutes they chatted about old times,
avoiding any talk of the troubles at the church.  When the machine
sounded its completion, Brandy went and removed a full pint of the
stuff.  "Now, this is enough to work with."
 
    "How the hell does it do that?" Jeremy wondered.
 
    "I'm not even sure *I* know that," she kidded.  "Anyway,
figuring out what this is and how it works could take a long time, a
couple of hours if I'm really lucky, days if I'm not.  And then I still
won't have a solution, that'll have to come after.  Look, I need to
work on this alone, so why don't you come back around, oh, five or so? 
There's a matinee double feature just up the street.  Go waste some
time so I can get to work, okay?"  She gave him directions, and he left
her to her work.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After sitting through two movies whose most interesting
part was the intermission cartoons, Jeremy returned to Merck.  It was
about 5:15 when he got there.  The receptionist had been replaced with
a security guard.
 
    "Name, please." The guard intoned.
 
    "Jeremy Durant, to see Brandy Hanson."
 
    Apparently, she had called down, because he was on the
list.  "Sign here, sir."  Jeremy signed in and headed for the stairs. 
After all of today's sitting, he needed to loosen up.
 
    He found her leaning against her work bench staring at the
liquid in the beaker.  She looked up at him, half-startled when he
walked in.  "Oh!  Jeremy.  Sorry, I was sort of lost in thought."
 
    "Did you have any luck figuring out what was in the drug?"
 
    "Oh, I know what's in it.  And I know what parts of the
brain it affects, but I can't really tell what it does.  Well, one way
to find out."  She slowly raised the beaker to her lips, but before she
could pour any into her mouth, he stopped her.
 
    "Are you nuts?" he exclaimed.  "Brandy, please trust me on
this.  I've *seen* what this stuff does to women.  I don't want to see
that happen to you."  He pulled her hand gently away from her face,
forcing her to put the beaker down.  She turned to set the beaker down,
and pressed two buttons on her worktable.  *Well, I didn't think he'd
let me drink it.  Now I know he's still as nice a guy as he used to be.*
 
    When she turned around, there was a mischievous smile
playing across her lips.  "I wondered if you'd stop me.  You're a good
man, Jeremy Durant."  With that, she took his head in her hands, and
kissed him gently.  He reached up and removed his glasses, setting them
on the table.
 
    Their kissing became more impassioned as Brandy ran her
hands down his back.  Their tongues met and danced as they continued
groping each other.  Soon, Brandy was pulling at Jeremy's shirt, trying
to untuck it from his pants.  He pushed her lab coat off and to the
floor, and started to pull her shirt off over her head.  They had to
break their kiss to continue disrobing, but quickly returned to it as
soon as they were both bare from the chest up.  Jeremy could feel her
soft tits pressing against his chest, her nipples poking into him.
 
    He massaged her ass cheeks through her jeans as she fumbled
with his belt.  She got his pants fully undone and started pushing them
down.  He stepped out of his pants and kicked off his shoes while he
was undoing her jeans.  He knelt to slide them off her legs and could
smell her arousal as he did so.  While he was kneeling, he slid her
panties down off her legs.  He was now faced with the most beautiful
pussy he'd ever seen, completely shaven.  The skin was smooth and
pink.  Not able to resist, he kissed and tongued the area around her
cunt.  She wiggled in the pleasure of it.  He continued his assault on
her pussy by licking her labia.  She leaned over and grabbed the table
to steady herself.  Looking up, he saw that, in this position, her tits
presented themselves nicely.  He reached up and began massaging them,
kneading them gently as he continued to lap at her woman juices.  She
was moaning lowly now, in an almost continual purr of pleasure.  He
sucked her clit into his mouth, lashing it heavily with his tongue. 
Her moans became louder, and her body humped his face, trying to get
even more stimulation.  He began running his tongue the entire length
of her slit, delving only shallowly into her hole, ending up by
twiddling her clit, and then starting all over again.  She could take
very little of this before she came, gushing her juices over his face. 
He lapped up what he could, but she gave forth far more than he could
handle.
 
    When she came down, she steadied herself and then raised
him up off the floor.  She started licking and kissing his face,
cleaning off her own love juices. When she was finished, she deep
kissed him, letting her juices mingle between their mouths.  Meanwhile,
she reached down and stroked his hard member.  She knelt as she pulled
his briefs off, and with no fanfare, she engulfed his dick with her
mouth.  She took him all the way down on her first stroke, sucking him
for all he was worth.  She set up a furious pace, working as hard as
she could to bring him off.
 
    Jeremy could take only so much of this kind of treatment. 
His cock burst forth with a huge load of cum.  Brandy swallowed it all
and kept right on sucking.  He wondered if she was ever going to stop.
 
    But as soon as he was fully hard again, she did.  She stood
up, leaned over the table, and presented her pussy to him.  He moved in
behind her and slid his dick home.  Slowly, he slid it into her to the
hilt, his abdomen pressed against her ass.  He reached around and took
her tits in his hands, caressing them and molding them with his
fingers.  He began thrusting then, pounding into her and sliding back
out.  The pace soon became feverish, and both of them were moaning
loudly.
 
    As she felt his body start to build toward climax, she made
him stop.  Without removing him from her, she reached for a drawer. 
She pulled out a tube of lubricant and handed it to him.  Seeing the
question on his face, she said, "We use this in certain experiments,
but I want you to use it to fuck my ass."
 
    Jeremy squeezed some of the lube onto his hand and, using
his other hand to separate her ass cheeks, he applied a generous amount
of the lube to her hole, making sure it was very well oiled.  Then  he
slowly pulled out of her pussy.  He guided the head of his cock to her
rosebud, and pressed in gently.  She grunted with the pressure as she
pushed back on his cock.  The lube and her pussy juices made the going
easier, and the head of his dick slipped into her.  She let out an
"ohhhf!" as he slowly, cautiously slid further into her.  He pulled out
some, and gradually pushed back in, getting a little further each time
until he was all the way into her ass.  He stopped a moment, to give
them both a chance to prepare for the experience.  After only a moment,
Brandy turned to him with a look of pure lust on her face and said,
"Buttfuck me, stud!"
 
    With that, Jeremy started moving in and out.  Slowly at
first, his pace quickly built as her body loosened up.  He grabbed her
hips to thrust harder, and she reached down to frig her clit.  As the
pleasure reached overload, she started chanting encouragements.  "Oh,
yes!  Oh, yes!  Fuck ME hard!  Fuck ME hard!  Harder!  Harder!  Oh
yes!  Oh fuck!  Oh YES!!!!!"  As she screamed out, her body shuddered,
wracked with one of the best orgasms she had ever had.  Jeremy pumped
his way through it, prolonging her pleasure by bringing her new
sensations.  As she started to come down, he reached around and grabbed
her tits, tweaking her nipples.  This set her off again, and once again
he held on for the ride.  Her ass was gripping his cock almost as
sensuously as her pussy, and he couldn't hold back any longer.  He
pumped spurt after spurt of cum deep into her bowels.
 
    Gradually they came down from their high, Jeremy's cock
shrinking and slipping from her asshole with a quiet slurp.  He leaned
against her, and they both rested for a few moments.  Then she turned
herself, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a warm,
romantic kiss.  They kissed and fondled each other for some time
afterward, basking in the glow of such a glorious experience.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When they had separated and gotten dressed, they sat down
to talk again.  "What would you have done if I hadn't stopped you from
taking that stuff?" Jeremy wanted to know.
 
    Brandy reached over for the beaker and handed it to him. 
"Taste it."  

    He did.  "Apple juice?  You tricked me!" he said only
half-accusingly.    

    "I wanted to know what you'd do.  I was curious as to why
you'd object to what this drug obviously does."
 
    "It's not right, Brandy.  Women are supposed to have a
choice about partners.  Women under the influence of this stuff...  I
had to fend off *Janet* just before I came here!"
 
    "I know how you feel about Janet.  That can't have been
easy on you," Brandy empathized.
 
    "No, it wasn't.  But what worries me is that I couldn't
stop myself with the other women.  I thought I had better morals than
that!"
 
    "Don't feel too bad.  The drug does affect the male brain
in that it lowers inhibitions and arouses them substantially.  You
really weren't yourself.  So, without the drug, you probably would have
been able to stop yourself."
 
    "So, we know what's in it, and what it does, but do you
know how to stop it?"
 
    "I think so.  Tell me, is the name of the guy doing this
Doug Smythe?"
 
    "Yeah!  You know him?"
 
    Brandy's eyes turned dark.  "Oh, yes.  I know Dr. Smythe. 
He used to work here.  I was his research assistant right before he
left.  Dr. Smythe and I have business between us."  She reached into a
cabinet and pulled out three vials.  "These are three drugs.  99-X-12,
you're familiar with.  He hasn't changed the formula at all.  99-X-13
is its antidote.  I developed this shortly after he left the labs.  He
stupidly left all sorts of his wonder drug behind.  I destroyed most of
it, but kept this sample.  Now, it's time to destroy all of it." 
Before Jeremy could say anything, she poured the test tube, and the
fresh beaker full of 99-X-12 into an incinerator.  "That's that."
 
    "Um, Brandy dear, what's in the third vial?"
 
    "Oh, that.  The only way to make sure that no one can
reproduce 99-X-12 again is to make sure no one has the formula.  The
problem is that Dr. Smythe has it memorized."
 
    "You're not gonna *kill *him, are you?"
 
    "Not as such, no.  This is drug 97-NX-272.  It's a
permanent amnesiac.  Depending on how much you give somebody, it starts
with short term memories, and starts wiping things out as you go back
in years.  If one person takes this entire vial, they'll lose about
twenty years' worth of memory.  That'll take him back to about age
sixteen.  I figure that's a just punishment for what he's done to
others.  And to me."
 
    Tears started welling in her eyes, and Jeremy quickly moved
to comfort her.  He held her in his arms for a minute or two, but then
she shook herself, and wiped her eyes.  She looked into his eyes and
smiled a thank-you.  "We need to make more of 99-13," she said. 
"What's here isn't enough for more than a dozen people.  How many women
did you say?"
 
    "At least two hundred or so."
 
    "Well, I'll just make enough for four hundred, and that
should cover it."
 
    "This won't hurt anyone, will it?  I mean, I've seen a girl
die from Smylovate."
 
    "Smylovate?"
 
    "Sorry.  That's what Doug calls 99-X-12."
 
    "Oh.  No, it won't hurt anyone.  Most likely, the girl died
from a neural overload in her pleasure centers.  The brain can't handle
the pleasure, and so it completely shuts off.   Since this actually
tunes the pleasure centers back down to normal, it won't have that
problem."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After synthesizing more of the drug, they packed it up and
headed back.  Jeremy was deeply embarrassed to be driving her in his
little 1984 Ford Fiesta, because he was sure she had a much better
car.  She didn't say anything about it, though.  They rode most of the
way in silence.
 
    Once they'd gotten back into town, they headed for the
church.  They drove past it quickly when they saw the parking lot was
full of cars.
 
    "I guess he called the church together when he found out I
was a problem," Jeremy said.
 
    "Now how do we get in?"
 
    "Actually, this works out better.  The girls will all be in
the fellowship hall.  That's where they always are when everyone gets
together like this.  The men go do whatever, while the women sit around
the fellowship hall talking."
 
    "So, how does that help?"
 
    "Don't you remember?  There's a door to the outside in the
fellowship hall.  None of the doors are locked anymore, so we can sneak
in there.  I've never seen any woman act aggressively under this stuff,
so we should have an opportunity to give them the antidote, maybe
without anyone even knowing it."
 
    They pulled up to the empty lot behind the church.  There
were trees between the church and Jeremy's car, so it couldn't be
seen.  Quietly they crept up to the building, heading for the door to
the fellowship hall.  Terrified, they opened the door just a crack. 
Seeing no guard, they opened it up and walked in, closing the door
silently behind themselves.  Then they simply strode into the room.
 
    Seeing that Janet was also here, he said to Brandy, "Yeah,
they must have called everyone together.  I left Janet at my place
with... um... 'orders' to stay there."  Jeremy looked a little
shame-faced, but Brandy just sort of shrugged and led on.  She was
about to open the door to the kitchen when Jeremy stopped her.  "There
could be men in there.  Let me peek first."
 
    Jeremy opened the door a hair, and sure enough, there was a
guy standing there, not doing anything but being in the way. 
Stealthily, Jeremy opened the door, stepped up behind the man, and
chopped him on the side of the neck.  He caught the man as he fell, and
dragged him back into the fellowship hall.
 
    "Wow!  I didn't know you could do that!" exclaimed Brandy. 
"Okay, this stuff tastes terrible, so we need to mix it with something
that has a shitload of sugar in it."
 
    "Kool-Aid?" Jeremy suggested.
 
    "Perfect!"  They mixed up a batch of it, big enough so that
one glass would contain the dose of the drug for one woman.  "Now,"
Brandy started, "This stuff is going to make them nauseous for about
twenty minutes after drinking it.  We need to keep them calm."
 
    "Okay."  Jeremy carried the juice cooler into the
fellowship hall, and Brandy followed with the cups.  Jeremy found it
hard to give an order in a whisper, but he didn't dare to be heard
outside this room.
 
    "Ladies," he began quietly, "I want you each to take a cup
of this Kool-Aid, and I want you to drink *all* of it.  That is an
*order,*" he emphasized quietly.  The women formed a line and got their
cup of juice.  As they did, he continued, "Now, this drink will make
you feel a little funny, and it might make you dizzy, or a little sick
to your stomach.  Just sit down and bear with us, it will pass in a
little under a half an hour."  While he was speechifying, he didn't
realize that Brandy had slipped away.
 
    She was walking toward Doug's office.  She saw him with his
back to the door, a cup of coffee on his desk.  He was engrossed in
some writing or other.  She slipped silently into the office, and
poured  the NX-272 into his coffee.  She hastily retreated to the
hallway to observe.
 
    Unlike 99-13, NX-272 had no taste.  Apparently, Dr. Smythe
had been waiting for his coffee to cool, and the additional liquid had
cooled it enough to drink.  He took several big swigs of his coffee
over a few minutes, and then finished it off.
 
    Suddenly, his head felt swimmy.  He couldn't remember what
he'd just read.  He tried to re-read it, but kept forgetting it each
time.  When Brandy walked in, he tried to stand up, but found himself
too dizzy to do so.  "What... What are you doing here?" he demanded.
 
    Didn't you bother to find out?  This is my home church.  Or
maybe that's why you came here.  Do you hate me that much?"
 
    "Yes, I do, you stupid little cunt!  You and your arrogant
self-righteous attitude!  Wouldn't go out with me till I drugged you! 
Well, now I've had most of your church, too!  I beat you big time,
Cunt!"
 
    There were tears in her eyes, but her voice was hard as
iron.  "Did you?  Did you now?  Aren't you wondering by now why your
vision is blurred, your speech is slow, and you can't remember half of
this conversation already?"
 
    "Huh?" he responded, already feeling more effects of the
drug.
 
    "Welcome to the world of Pharmaceutical warfare.  Meet drug
designate 97-NX-272.  That's right, *NX*.  *Non*-experimental.  The CIA
jokingly calls this stuff ForgetMeNot.  Because you most certainly
will.  Forget me, that is.  And everyone else, back to about age
sixteen.  I see you're fading fast, so let me just say this, you
motherfucking son-of-a-bitch:  I beat you.  I didn't become a whore.  I
put my life back together after you left.  And with your memory dies
the last remnants of 99-X-12.  You lose, game over.  Good night."  As
she finished speaking, his eyes rolled up into his head, and he passed
out.  She walked out of the office, head held high and eyes bright. 
She had finally closed the book on the worst chapter in her life. 
*Game, Set, Match.*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Brandy returned to the fellowship hall to wait for 99-13 to
finish taking effect.  She and Jeremy discussed how to inform the men
of the church.
 
    Once the nausea had passed, Jeremy opened the door from the
fellowship hall to the sanctuary, and led the women through it.  The
men, who had mostly gathered there, stared in stunned silence.  Jeremy
directed the women to stand along the back wall, and he and Brandy
moved to the front.  There he met one of the men on Linda's list of
abusive people.  He somewhat rudely pushed him out from behind the
lectern.
 
    "Gentlemen.  As you've probably been told by now, I was
seen leaving the church this morning in suspicious circumstances.  I'm
sure Doug was all worried about what I might do, so that's why he
called you all here.  Well, he was right.  Let me tell you what I *have
done.*  I took a sample of Smylovate to my good friend Brandy.  She had
an antidote to the drug.  I have given this antidote to the women
already.  They are no longer under your control.  I dare say that you
will have a lot of explaining to do with your wives and girlfriends. 
Personally, I would like to apologize to Kim, Angie, Shelby, and Linda
for my misbehavior over the last couple of weeks.  It was shameful and
uncalled-for.  I am sorry."
 
    While he was speaking, a few of the men got up and advanced
on the podium.  He stepped away from the lectern to give himself some
room to fight.  The first one approached, and swung on him clumsily. 
He blocked the swing, struck to the man's face, snapped a front kick to
his abdomen, and then a spinning back kick sent the man flying back
down the steps into the front row of pews.  

    The second man lunged at him, arms outstretched.  Jeremy
grabbed one of the man's arms, locked it out straight, and powered the
man over in a shoulder toss.  The man hit the floor very hard, knocking
him cold.  

    Jeremy turned to face the third assailant, who was coming
more slowly.  Jeremy was ready for him, but didn't have a chance to
act.  Brandy picked up one of the music stands on the stage, and
cracked the man over the skull with it.  He slumped to the floor,
unconscious, and Brandy turned to face the audience, still wielding the
music stand.
 
    "Enough!" she screamed.  "99-X-12 is *gone.*  There is no
way to produce more.  This fight is *pointless!*"
 
    Someone from the back yelled, "We'll just get Doug to make
more!"
 
    Brandy sneered.  "That fu-," then remembered where she
was.  "That bastard won't be able to remember how to combine
hydrochloric acid and sodium hydroxide when he wakes up.  See, I had a
little drug with me, too."
 
    The congregation was stunned.  The men, shocked and
perplexed, murmured among themselves.  While they had a moment, Brandy
turned and looked in Jeremy's face.  She turned her back on the
congregation and said to him quietly, "Jer, I've known you since
seventh grade.  You're the sweetest guy I've ever met, and this whole
thing shows me what kind of guy you still are.  I know you like it here
and all, but what say you come back to Amarillo and live with me?"
 
    "Brandy... I'm not sure... I mean, you are beautiful, and
smart, and frankly, I really like you a lot, but-"  Jeremy responded
shakily.
 
    "Jeremy, you're the best man I've ever known.  You're kind
and gentle, and you do what's right.  There aren't too many more guys
like that in the world.  And besides," she added devilishly, "You're
pretty damned good in bed."  She gave him a quick kiss.
 
    Recovering somewhat, he retorted, "How would you know? 
We've never used a bed."
 
    She elbowed him playfully, but then she sobered.  "I am
serious, Jer.  It's time for me to have a good man in my life, and
you're the best one I've ever met.  Please say you'll at least consider
it."
 
    Jeremy thought for almost a minute.  "You know, I'm not
going to be real popular around here after this.  You really want me
around?" he asked.  Seeing her nod, he replied, "Then I guess I'd be a
fool to turn you down."  They embraced and kissed each other there in
front of the entire congregation.  *To hell with 'em,* thought Jeremy. 
He'd almost thought *screw 'em*, but after recent events, he didn't
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    As they were packing up to leave, Janet came by to visit.
 
    "Jeremy, I just wanted to say thank you for what you did
for the church.  There are a lot of women who owe you a lot."
 
    "I just did what I had to do, Janet.  That's what you
taught me back in the youth group."
 
    She moved in and lowered her voice.  "I also want to thank
you for something you *didn't* do, even though I know you wanted to."
 
    "Janet, I-" she stopped him from going further.
 
    "Jeremy, I've known how you felt about me from the
beginning.  I'm flattered, and even honored.  If things were different,
maybe you and I could've been together.  I just want you to know that I
wouldn't have blamed you if you had... fulfilled your desire on
Sunday."  She kissed him softly, and then gave him a hug.  Returning
her voice to normal, she said, "So, you're going back to Amarillo with
Brandy, huh?"
 
    "Well, that's where her work is.  Besides, I don't think
I'm going to be entirely welcome in this church for a while.  It's time
for me to move on."
 
    As Brandy came over to him and he put his arm around her
waist, Janet said, "Well, I hope the two of you will be happy, and come
back to visit now and again."
 
    Brandy responded, "Oh, we'll be back.  And I think for the
first time in a long time, I'll be happy.  I've got what I've needed." 
She kissed Jeremy and gave him a squeeze.
 
    "What about you, Jer?  Are you happy?" Janet asked
teasingly.
 
    "Who could ask for more than this?" Jeremy responded.  "Not
I, Janet.  Not I."
 
 
 
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