Pain for Power
Story codes: MC MFF bd nc

By Orestes

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   The agency expects sacrifice. It promotes an entire 
culture of sacrifice, no different than those seen in 
ancient mythology. I dream about it sometimes. I see a 
child on an altar, ready to be given to the gods. I 
recognize it as the story of Agamemnon, sacrificing his 
daughter for favourable winds as he prepares to sail 
off to war. Except in that tale, a goddess takes pity 
and snatches the girl away at the last moment. In this 
story, the gods just watch with amusement as we make 
our cruel sacrifices. 

   With every step I took into the hierarchy of the 
agency, I knew exactly what they wanted from me. With 
each promotion, I was brought into some random room in 
a government building for a security clearance meeting. 

   It was an interrogation, plain and simple. No good 
cop, bad cop, though. There was never any pretence than 
anyone was on my side. There was only one question, 
although they asked it in a hundred different ways. Can 
we trust you  to sacrifice for your country ?

   My answer was always yes, although I questioned 
myself later. Those were thoughts I could never reveal 
to anyone. It was the price of power. Every time I sent 
a man to his death, the dreams would come. How many 
innocents could I send to the altar of national 
security, and still call myself a patriot ?

   Was any part of our lives to be free of sacrifice ? 

   No.
   I should know. I wrote the order.

   It was an order that asked every high level agent in 
the domestic office to betray their families. The 
agents wouldn't disagree. Such was the nature of 
sacrifice that was expected of them.

   " Will you be ordering the implants for your own 
family then ?" one of the other directors asked of me. 
Allen Hall was afraid for his family. I could see the 
look in his eyes. It's an easy thing to spot, once you 
have some practice.

   " Of course. "

   I thought about all of the other ways I had betrayed 
my family over the years. Jana must have needed me in a 
hundred different ways while I was oversees. She held 
things together through a strength of will that I could 
only envy. Then there was her daughter, Stacy. I had 
missed so much of my step-daughter's life that I really 
don't deserve the affection she's always given me. 

   There was also poor Claire, Jana's sister, who had 
introduced us over a dozen years ago. For that, I owed 
her everything. I've betrayed her too. I knew that her 
husband was dead days before they found his body in 
south east Asia. I knew that the government would deny 
involvement in the operation long before she was 
officially informed that James was a renegade agent. 
She moved in with Jana and Stacy soon after his death, 
but she never asked me about it. She knows the kind of 
sacrifices that the agency expects.

   Now I was giving the order for all three of these 
women to have devices implanted directly into their 
brain tissue, through an opening in the back of the 
skull. There would be no patient consent for this 
invasive procedure. My order was all that was required. 

   The technology was far from perfect, but it had seen 
great improvement in the last few years. I had read the 
entire file on it twice. Then twice again.

   From a failure rate five years ago of eighty 
percent, the procedure was now ninety percent 
successful. Yes, failure means the death of the 
subject. We conducted the research on federal 
prisoners, not civilians, as if that makes it any 
better. I was now convinced that implanting the devices 
in family members of agents would improve national 
security.

   I went home that evening with the decision weighing 
heavily on my mind.

   Jana made a wonderful dinner. Now that I was posted 
near home, she was making the most of our time 
together. Her green eyes sparkled behind her glasses as 
she looked at me from across the table. How could I 
help but love a woman like Jana ?  

   Stacy was excited about an upcoming wrestling meet 
... what can I say, she was always a tom-boy. Even 
Claire was in a bright mood tonight. She had begun 
dating again recently. Nothing serious, but it made me 
happy that she was getting on with her life. 

   " To better days, " Jana raised her glass in a 
toast. Even Stacy had a glass of wine tonight, despite 
being a few years under age. 

   " To better days, " I repeated. Many times, while on 
assignment, I dreamed of being home. Each time, I 
wondered if I'd make it back, or whether I would be the 
sacrifice this time. It was images of Jana's warm smile 
that always gave me faith. 

   These women trusted me so much, though I'd done 
nothing to deserve it. Of course, I protected them as 
well as I could, but everyone knew where my first 
loyalty was. By the next day, I would prove it once 
again. They would be taken by force and sedated. In a 
nearby veteran's hospital, they would receive the 
implants.

   Then a slow recovery would begin. They wouldn't even 
be aware of what happened. That was the first job of 
the device. The girls would lose short term memory for 
a while. They wouldn't question the loss of memory, or 
the bandages on the back of their heads. Most memories 
would return within a week, but the device would block 
any awareness about the implant procedure.

   There would be other effects too. As the device 
invades the subject's brain fully, it slows cognitive 
abilities and reflex to some small degree. 
Incidentally, this is why we couldn't consider similar 
devices for our agents themselves. Even a small delay 
in an important decision could cause an operation to 
fail. 

   In the families of agents, the devices could be used 
in a variety of ways. The complex instrument would be 
able to detect any kind of deception before serious 
harm is done. In various modes, the device could track 
memories and feelings, or even be used to control those 
emotions and recollections if necessary. All with the 
ultimate goal of protecting agents from security leaks. 

   That evening, I slept with Jana in my arms. My eyes 
were full of tears, but in my head, I was doing math. 
Probabilities. How many lives had been lost because of 
security leaks due to family members of operatives ? 
How many assignments had failed ? It's a cruel sort of 
algebra that asks a man to define the well-being of his 
family as a quantity x, and weigh it against the 
interests of a nation. 

   In the end, I let it all happen.

   That next day, while I reviewed security files 
stolen from police in Denmark, my house was invaded, 
and my three women were taken. When I came home, only 
two were returned. Stacy was curled into her bed, and 
Claire was sleeping soundly, but my own room was empty. 
I sat at the end of my bed, afraid to even ask the 
question. It was the loneliest three minutes of my 
life. 

   My cell rang. " This is Paul Avery, " I answered.

   The voice on the other end was full of fear. It was 
Dr. Mendel. " I'm so sorry, Paul. She didn't make it. "

   " We can't talk on the cell phone, " I told him, my 
voice catching in my throat. " Brief me in the morning. 
"

   In truth, I didn't care much about the possibility 
of someone intercepting the call. I just couldn't 
listen to him right now. What difference could his 
apologies make ? Jana was gone. It was time to bury one 
more victim of my sacrifices.

   I sat up that night, looking in on Stacy and Claire 
more times than I can count. My mind was numb. There 
was no way I could put them through this. Losing Jana 
was too painful. She had been everything to this 
family. 

   None of my mental tricks would work this time. Over 
the years, I had lost so many people, forgetting them 
had become like a habit. I simply erased their names, 
and studied the cold facts of the operations reports. 
Forgetting Jana would be too great of a betrayal. 
Besides, as I watched Claire and Stacy sleep, I knew 
that her face would linger in my mind. They were so 
alike. 

   Daughter. Sister. Their faces were so much the same. 
Jana would haunt me through them.

   At the agency the following day, I listened coldly 
as Dr. Mendel gave me his explanation.

   " The subject just wasn't compatible with the 
device. We find that this is the case with 
approximately five percent of the implants. If you want 
to put further operations on hold while we try to find 
a way to screen for these problems, I'll completely 
understand. "

   " No, that won't be necessary, " the other directors 
around the table watched me for any sign of emotion. 
"It's still within the range we previously discussed. 
You can resume operations when ready. "

   Allen spoke up. " Are you sure, Paul ? For god's 
sake, these are our families. "

   " We all know the risks, Mr. Hall. Jana was... " I 
cleared my throat. "... she was... the subject was an 
acceptable loss. Our priority is to protect the 
interests of the agency. "

   In the privacy of my own office, my convictions 
weren't nearly as strong. For years, I had battled with 
the avenging spirits of the dead. The only weapons I 
held were blunt with overuse. Deny. Cover. Avoid. 

   I had a new weapon in mind.

   I opened my desk drawer. Inside was the prototype 
controller device for the implants. It looked like a 
simple palm computer, with a colourful little case, and 
a keypad for entering an access code. Nothing 
extraordinary. Its only function was to send the 
encoded signal to the implant that would put the 
subject into a state similar to a hypnotic trance, 
except that it would be many times more effective than 
hypnosis.    

   Night came, and it found me still at the office. I 
just couldn't bring myself to go home and face Claire 
and Stacy. I couldn't stand to see the hurt and 
confusion in their eyes. I couldn't allow that. To 
admit my role in Jana's death would be too painful. I 
waited until I knew they would be asleep, and before I 
left, I slipped the control device into my coat pocket.

   I didn't know what I wanted to do at first. I was 
desperate not to face my loss. It was a simple 
suggestion, really. We were all sitting at the 
breakfast table the next morning, and I could see the 
fear and confusion in Claire and Stacy's eyes. They 
knew that something was wrong. Something was missing.

   Then I punched my access code into the controller, 
and switched their devices to input mode. The little 
computer hummed as it connected with the implants in 
these women's heads, and shut down their conscious 
thought. The fear disappeared. Both women just sat 
there, eyes still open, but with no light behind them.

   " Jana is away for a few weeks. She decided to go on 
vacation, so don't worry about her, " I told them. They 
would take this as truth from now on. There would be no 
more questions. Through this deception, I would spare 
them the grief that I was wallowing in.

    For a while it worked. As they recovered their 
memories and cognitive abilities over the next week, 
they never questioned Jana's whereabouts, but I still 
couldn't look either of them in the eyes. They were 
victims of yet another one of my cover-ups. 

   My own state of mind worsened by the day. I took 
some of the tranquillisers that Dr. Mendel had given 
me, but they couldn't blanket me from the pain. No 
matter how heavily I medicated myself, I couldn't 
answer the damning questions that no one would dare ask 
me because of my position. How could I sacrifice the 
life of my wife, or any other man or woman ? Why is it 
my choice to make ?

   Claire filled my thoughts. They were thoughts so 
dark, it shames me to write them here. She and Jana 
were so close. In the time after the agency took James 
from her side, Jana was her only comfort. Now I had 
taken that away too. What kind of life did I leave her 
? I watched her one night as she slept. In sleep, she 
looked so much like my wife. I could find some comfort 
in the contours of her face.

   Even though I couldn't face her in the light of day, 
I wanted to be close to her now. A dark thought nagged 
at me, and I couldn't shake it. Jana didn't have to be 
gone. Not completely. But denial wasn't enough. I 
needed Claire. I needed the warmth of her body. What I 
really needed, I decided, was for Claire to take her 
sister's place.

   Anything to ease my pain..

   I did it while she slept. I watched her breathe 
slowly as I tapped in my access code. Her eyes opened, 
but her face was blank.

   My voice shook. I tried to ignore the pangs of guilt 
as I violated her mind again.

   " Look at me. Your name is Jana Avery. I am your 
husband. You have a daughter named Stacy. You have no 
brothers or sisters. All that matters to you is your 
husband and daughter. "

   The truth sunk in as I left the room. This was a 
purely evil act. I knew it. Now that it was done, I 
couldn't make myself turn back. I just had to follow 
through. I went to Stacy's room next. She wasn't my 
daughter, but I loved her just the same. She didn't 
deserve to lose her mother. I just wanted my family 
back. 

   I activated her implant.

   " Stacy, come with me, " I told her. As if 
sleepwalking, she walked with me to her aunt's room. " 
This is your mother. Her name is Jana Avery. She is my 
wife. You don't have any aunts or uncles. "

   With that, I sent her back to bed, and slept 
fitfully on the sofa downstairs.

   The dark dreams that haunted me through the night 
faded with the light through the front window. The 
guilt remained. At least it was a familiar feeling. I 
had carried it with me for years. 

   " Do you want some eggs for breakfast, honey ?" my 
new wife asked as I walked into the kitchen. A little 
shiver went through my body when I saw her. She had 
dressed in Jana's clothes this morning.

   Stacy came in from her shower. " Hi mom, hi dad... 
I'd better get moving. I'll just grab some toast. "

   It was unreal. Guilt still churned in the pit of my 
stomach, but there was a twisted sort of excitement 
too. Suddenly, I had some control over my situation. 
This had a shot at working. In some perverse way, I had 
raised my wife from the dead.

   " Uh, Jana, " I had to test how complete it was. The 
device had never been used in quite this manner. The 
technical reports assured that any suggestions would be 
vigorously enforced by the device. It simply wouldn't 
allow her to think otherwise. " Have you heard from 
your family recently ?"

   " I think... " she paused, as if it was painful for 
her to recall. " I think I talked to mom and dad a 
couple of  weeks ago. Yes, I did. And grandma Jacobs 
just wrote last week. I know I'm forgetting someone..."

   " No. That's about it, " I assured her. Her face 
still signalled confusion, but she accepted my words. 

   Stacy went back upstairs to dress for school. She 
was in her final year of high school now, and had 
fallen behind in the last week since the implant. The 
school just thought it was the flu. 

   " Bye dad, " she gave me a little hug. " See you 
mom. "

   She hugged her replacement mother tightly. Something 
was wrong. The girl began to cry. " I miss you so much 
mom. Don't go away again, please. "

   I frantically punched in my access code to the 
controller, and then both women became still. The 
device would stay with me always now. I needed to be 
careful to keep control.

   " Stacy, you'll go to school now. I want you to 
forget that your mother ever went away. You never 
missed her. Don't think about the last week at all. "

   The exchange left me cold. There would definitely be 
some problems. No, the women would never go directly 
against any of my suggestions. The implant was brutally 
effective in that way. What concerned me was the 
inconsistencies that would continue to arise. The 
device was never intended to be used this way, and 
there was no way to predict how it would deal with 
inconsistent memories and emotions.

   I buried myself in work that day. I just didn't want 
to think about how cruel my actions were. By the same 
action that had taken Jana away from the, I was now 
denying them their memory of her. There was no limit to 
what I would do to protect myself from the pain. 

   When I returned home, Claire was waiting for me. It 
wasn't hard for me to imagine that she was Jana. It was 
like the implant was asking her to imitate her sister 
in every way, and the resemblance was stunning. As much 
as she looked like her sister, the differences 
frustrated me.

   Claire couldn't fake her sister's sense of humour, 
or her warm smile. She couldn't duplicate the light in 
Jana's eyes when she looked at me. But I wanted her 
anyhow.

   An urge shot through my body. I needed her so badly, 
in every way. 

   " Let's go upstairs, " I told her. She nodded 
reluctantly.

   I was trembling at my own immorality. In this, I 
couldn't pretend that I was doing it for anyone else. I 
wanted to have sex with my wife again. I needed that 
kind of release. When we were in the bedroom, I began 
to unbuckle my belt. 

   " I'm not sure I want to do this Paul," she told me.

   " What ?"

   " You seem upset, Paul. Maybe we should talk about 
this later. "

   " No. I want you to talk right now. "

   " Well, I'm not sure I'm attracted to you any more. 
I know that I love you, but it's just... well, " she 
struggled for words, " after the way that James 
disappeared... I know it upset me a lot... and I'm not 
sure that I like you. "

   The words stung worse than any physical pain could 
have. Despite her new identity, she still remembered 
James in some way. The way she was looking at me made 
my hands shake in rage. I took the controller from my 
coat pocket, and quickly punched in the access code.

   " Shut up !Your name is Jana, goddamn it. Get it 
straight, bitch. There is no James. There never was a 
fucking James. You love me, and that's that. Fuck..."

   I was shaking so badly.

   " And you DO want to have sex with me. You want it 
real bad. I want you to be really horny and do exactly 
what I want right now. Got it ? Huh ?"

   I slammed the controller back down on the dresser as 
Claire returned to conscious thought. Her eyes were a 
little unfocussed. She blinked and looked around as if 
trying to catch a thought.

   " Get over here and suck me, Jana. "

   She nodded. I closed my eyes and tried to forget my 
anger and my guilt. This is Jana, I told myself. This 
is my wife. Claire sucked me into her mouth greedily, 
and groaned as the head of my cock touched the back of 
her throat. 

   I looked down at her now. Her dark hair fell forward 
around her face as she bobbed up and down on my prick. 
She reached down between her own legs and began to rub 
herself through Jana's dress. Her face flushed with 
arousal.

   This was more like it. She would be my wife, whether 
she liked it or not. 

   " Get on the bed, Jana, " I commanded. " I want to 
fuck you now. "

   Her lips released my cock reluctantly, and she 
crawled onto the bed. I grabbed her around the waist 
from behind, and began to pull up her dress. She waited 
there, on her hands and knees, panting heavily. 

   I wonder how many times I had dreamt about this 
before. Claire was an attractive girl, like her sister. 
I had always tried to keep those thoughts in check. 
After all, she was my sister-in-law, but sometimes, 
when I'd seen her around the house in a tight pair of 
jeans, I had taken a guilty look or two.

   With the cotton dress bunched up over her waist, I 
now had a glorious view of the perfect ass I had barely 
dared look at before. It was tighter and rounder than 
her sister's. The panties were familiar though. I had 
bought them for my wife not two weeks before.

   " Mmm... fuck me, Paul, " the voice was distracting. 
It wasn't Jana's voice. 

   " Shut the hell up. Don't speak unless I tell you 
to. "

   I grabbed the waistband of her panties, and pulled 
them roughly down her thighs. Her pussy was wet. I 
fingered her for a moment before I brought my cock to 
her entrance. 

   Doggy style. Jana and I never did it this way, but 
it felt better for me. If I was face to face with 
Claire, the little differences would be more apparent. 
I pushed into her slowly at first. Yes, she was nice 
and moist for me, like I had commanded, but there was 
something different about the feel of her. Claire had 
never had any children, and her passage was tighter 
around me.

   No, I told myself. This is exactly the way Jana 
felt. I don't want to notice the differences. They'll 
only remind me of the way I'm betraying my wife's 
memory.

   I pushed into her roughly now. It didn't matter. She 
would enjoy it now matter which way I did it to her. 
The implant would force her to. 

   Claire gasped and grunted while I fucked her 
roughly.

   " Do you like this, Jana ?" I asked my replacement 
wife.

   " Uh huh... I'm so horny... I don't know what's 
gotten into me..."

   She pushed her body back against me, matching my 
rhythm. In my growing lust, I felt very powerful. For 
the first time in days, I began to forget my grief. 
Yes, this is exactly what I had wanted. I reached 
forward and unzipped the back of her dress, baring her 
back.

   I continued to push the full length of my cock into 
my sister-in-law. I reached around front of her, and 
took hold of her tits now. I mauled them roughly as I 
rode towards orgasm.

   " Tell me what a slut you are, Jana. "

   " I'm a slut, Paul. I'm your slut. "

   " Damned right you are. Now you're going to take it 
in the ass for me. "

   Why did I want to abuse her so badly ? Inside, I 
knew the answer. This wasn't about love. It was about 
the exercise of power. I needed so badly to feel like I 
had power over my life.

   I slipped myself out of her wet pussy, and began to 
rub the head of my cock against her exposed rear 
entrance. This was another thing I had never done with 
Jana. I'd done it a couple of times with hookers while 
away on assignment. It just felt so dirty.

   It was all about control. I needed to be in control 
in the worst way.

   Claire flinched as I began to push myself into her 
ass. " Please... slowly, " she begged. I paid no 
attention. She was my wife, and I'd do what I wanted. 

   " Open up for me, bitch. " I slapped the side of her 
ass. " Come on... let me in. "

   She squealed as I was able to push myself in 
further. While I continued to force myself into her 
ass, I reached one hand down between her legs, and 
found her pussy. The implant was still doing its job. 
She was wet as hell, and shook with lust, even though I 
was treating her so roughly. 

   Finally, I could feel the tightness of her bowels 
encircling my swollen cock fully. Yes. This is exactly 
what I was looking for. While I was doing this, I 
wasn't thinking about anything. I just knew that I was 
fucking my woman, and that she would do whatever it 
took to please me. I rocked back and forth into her 
sore opening. She whined with every stroke.

   " Do you like it rough like this ?" I slapped her 
ass again.

   " Uh huh. " 

   We were both breathing heavily, almost in unison. 
There was great pleasure in this. My body drew towards 
orgasm as I fucked my dead wife's sister in the ass. In 
that final moment, as my body began to shake, I was 
free of everything. Perfect release.

   My balls contracted as I filled her ass with my 
seed. She groaned. I slammed myself into her with 
animal lust. Finally, I pulled myself out of her, and 
collapsed onto the bed.

   " Lick me clean, Jana, then go away. I want to 
sleep. "

   And she did. I fell asleep with her soft pink tongue 
lapping at my spent cock and balls, and for a brief 
time, I was happy. 

   Of course, the dreams came again. In sleep, there 
could be no denial. 

   Sleep was a curse to me now. I could pretend that it 
was Jana's warm touch on my body before I fell under 
the spell of Morpheus, but once my dark imaginings were 
freed in dream, I could no longer pretend. I stood at 
the altar again, and Jana was bound for sacrifice. I 
could hear her voice, accusing me.

   It was no use to cover my ears. The madness would 
follow me to the ends of the earth, like the furies, 
determined to exact their vengeance. 

   " QUIET !" I screamed in my dream world. " I command 
you. "

   I looked for my blade. I needed to silence her. 
Instead, I found the control device. 

   I frantically punched in my code.

   " SILENCE !" I cried again. But she would not yield. 
She was bleeding now, from the wounds of a scalpel, but 
still there was no silence. 

   It was fright that woke me. I looked around the 
darkened room. Claire was still asleep. 

   " I'm still in control, " I lied to myself.

   Another long day at the office. Anything to keep my 
mind from the darkness that was creeping in. I so 
desperately wanted to keep control. I knew that when I 
returned home, I would abuse Claire even worse than I 
had the previous night. The thought scared me, but also 
excited me. It was my only source of release now. My 
only source of power.

   Each night that week, I returned home with more 
tension to inflict on Claire's body. When she 
protested, I simply used the controller to change her 
mind. 

   She was no longer a good substitute for Jana. Yes, 
it was pleasing to see the similarity between them, and 
to imagine for a moment that Jana was still with me. 
But with each time I stole her will with the implant, 
her mind became slower, and she resembled my dead wife 
less. It was as if I was pulling thin layers of cloth 
over her face, and one by one, they were obscuring her 
features.

   " Are you okay mom ? " Stacy called through our 
door, late one night while I was whipping her 
replacement mother with my belt.

   It was the wrong time for her to be at my door.. I 
stood behind Claire, my engorged cock bobbing as I 
stuck her exposed rear end. I could hear Stacy 
breathing on the other side of the door, and suddenly, 
my thoughts took an even more twisted turn. 

   Claire couldn't satisfy me fully. There wasn't 
enough of Jana in her. I needed Stacy too. In that 
ultimate display of power, I could relieve my burden 
for a while longer.

   I took the control in my hand. " Come in here, 
Stacy. "

   Her face was filled with terror when she saw the 
welts across Claire's ass. Claire whimpered into her 
pillow, ashamed to have Stacy see her this way.

   " Dad... what are you doing to her ?" She only had 
time for one question before I took her mind away 
again. 

   " You'll do exactly what I say, Stacy. It will give 
you sexual pleasure to obey me, and physical pain to 
disobey. "

   Some moral sense that remained within me screamed 
that this was wrong, but through my lust, I wouldn't 
listen.

   " Take off your clothes, girl. "

   Claire whimpered again. " No, Paul. Not our 
daughter. "

   " Shut the fuck up. " She wouldn't resist me in 
this. My previous commands to her wouldn't allow it. 
She would do what I said, and she would enjoy it. 

   Stacy revealed her tight little body to me. Years of 
working out had given her a beautiful body, which, if I 
could believe her mother, had been touched by very few. 
She was trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse. I could 
read her eyes easily. She was terrified about what was 
happening to her. She was confused about the arousal 
that was coursing through her veins as she exposed 
herself to her parents.

   " That's a good little slut, " I told her, as she 
unhooked her bra. Her little pink nipples were hard 
with forced sexual excitement. " Get onto the bed with 
your mother. "

   They were both Jana now, in different aspects. 
Claire was the better physical match. Her dark hair and 
curvy body matched my wife quite well. Stacy's body was 
much tighter, and her hair was a lighter colour that 
her mother or her aunt. There was something in her 
face, though, that spoke of Jana's spirit.

   Her eyes blazed green with anger and confusion.

   " I've given her quite a little beating, " I still 
held the belt in my hand. " Why don't you kiss those 
sore spots better for your mother ?"

   Stacy couldn't resist me. Tenderly, the young girl 
lowered her head to the red stripes on her aunt's 
behind. Ever so gently, she kissed along the marks. I 
stroked myself as I watched her. It was indecent. This 
was a girl I had taken care of as my own daughter, and 
now I was taking intense pleasure in my power over her.

   " Roll over Jana, onto your back. "

   The woman sobbed as she turned herself over. She was 
ashamed to show her body this way to Stacy.

   " Stacy... crawl up and give your mother a kiss on 
the lips... that's right, Jana, spread your legs and 
let her between them... now wrap your legs around 
her... grind her with your hips, Stacy... pretend that 
you're fucking your mother..."

   The two women pushed their bodies against each 
other, as if locked in intercourse. They moaned with 
pleasure as they explored each other's mouths. I 
watched Stacy's cute little ass from behind as she 
pumped against her aunt's wet pussy.

   The emotions were thick in the room. Although they 
moaned with excitement, I could almost feel their 
revulsion at my incestuous commands. They were confused 
about the power I now held over them. My own soul was 
tearing itself apart. Every drive in my body told me to 
seek further power over these women. That was the only 
exchange I knew that would ease my guilt.

   Pain for power. Those were the rules of sacrifice, 
even in my dreams. The pain of loss for power in the 
agency. Now it was the pain of betray for power over 
these women. 

   I crawled onto the bed now, and aimed the swollen 
head of my cock to where their lips met in a passionate 
kiss. " Lick me, Jana. Get me ready to fuck your 
daughter. "

   Tears were in her eyes as she took my cock into her 
mouth. The indecency of it must have burned in her 
soul. Stacy kissed away her tears. 

   " It's okay, mom. I love you. "

   It pained me to hear those words. Love had nothing 
to do with this.

   " Quiet, " I commanded. I rubbed my cock over 
Claire's moist face, gathering her saliva and tears 
with the head of my tool. " Stacy, I want you to 
straddle me. "

   I reclined on the bed, and watched while the girl 
pulled herself free of her aunt's embrace. I couldn't 
wait to feel her tight pussy around me.

   " No..." I corrected her. " The other way around. I 
want to see your ass bouncing. Face away from me. "

   Stacy turned herself around, levelling her cute ass 
over my cock. From here, I could see the beautiful 
curve of her back, and the way her wavy blonde hair 
fell over her shoulders. She reached down to take hold 
of my cock. That first touch was exquisite. 

   Maybe it was just my imagination, but it felt like 
Jana was touching me again. All of my lingering guilt 
about betraying my step-daughter's trust was fleeing 
me. Then the warmth of her pussy was on me. First, her 
opening just gripped the tip of my cock.

   She whimpered with artificial arousal as she lowered 
herself onto me. 

   Jana was watching through Claire's eyes as I 
violated our daughter. I could see all of the hurt of a 
mother there, but she was also rubbing her pussy. Such 
was the cruelty of the way I had perverted her mind. 

   Finally, I felt the cheeks of Stacy's ass slap 
against me. I was inside of her now. It was a beautiful 
sight as I watched her wonderful teen body begin to 
bounce on my cock. Her firm little ass squirmed as she 
worked to get my cock even deeper within her.

   " This is almost perfect, " I told them. Almost, but 
I needed one more thing to complete my dominion of 
these women. " Jana... crawl around front of your 
little girl... I want you to lick my balls and her 
tight little pussy while we fuck. Nnnng... that's 
good... use your whole mouth on us. "

   She sobbed with shame as she tasted our joining 
flesh. Stacy couldn't help herself. As soon as her 
aunts lips took aim at her clitoris, her pussy 
contracted in orgasm. The feeling was too much. As the 
tight little teen jerked on my cock, I began to lose 
control. 

   " That's right, Jana... lick us both while I cum in 
your little girl. Oh, yeah... I'm putting my cum into 
her right now... you'll lick her clean of it, won't you 
Jana... just like a good mother..."

   This was the ultimate release I had been looking 
for. My body tensed. I took hold of Stacy's hips as I 
finished within her. Then, when I let go, I was empty. 
And I could sleep.

   It must horrify you to read how twisted my mind has 
become now. I have a difficult time remembering that I 
was ever a decent man. Just like had happened before 
with Claire alone, I knew that this couldn't satisfy me 
forever. It would become much worse if I allowed it.

   The dreams still came. Nothing could prevent them. 

   I stood at the altar again. This dream was familiar 
to me now. No matter how much power I held over Jana 
during the day, she always returned to me at night, and 
nothing I could do would silence her.

   Except now the altar was empty. There was no voice 
to accuse me. The only accusation was my own.

   " What have I done ?" I asked myself. The question 
echoed back to me in the empty chamber. I've succeeded. 
I've silenced her cries. Those who loved her... Claire, 
Stacy... they've forgotten that she even died. With 
every cruel act, I was defiling her memory.

   Like she had never existed at all.

   When I woke up, she wasn't with me, and never would 
be again. I cried for her then, for the first time.

   I have requested two weeks of leave.

.end of file.

Case Report: 

   These were the contents of the encrypted file that 
Paul Avery labelled Morpheus. I don't know how he 
anticipated that I would personally be handing the 
investigation, but he used an encryption key that we 
developed together while stationed in Egypt. He's 
definitely one step ahead of us on this one.

   Further investigation reveals that Dr. Mendel was 
recruited by Paul Avery to perform one final implant 
procedure. On 07/03/99, the doctor implanted a device 
into the brain of Paul Avery. A new set of suggestions 
were introduced to Paul Avery, Stacy Avery and Claire 
Duval. It appears that Paul left instructions for the 
identities of Stacy Avery and Claire Duval to be fully 
restored, and memory of the events described to be 
removed.

   He did, however, edit his own identity, and the 
recent history of the family. He now believes himself 
to be James Duval, an agent who was lost in an 
operation last year. The female subjects have been 
programmed to believe his new identity, and to also 
believe that Paul and Jana Avery were recently killed 
by the agency.

   I wasn't certain about what Paul was trying to 
accomplish with this new deception. A consultation with 
a Dr. Mendel has provided some insight. Faced with his 
own overwhelming feelings of guilt, Paul seems to have 
done what he believes to be best for the female 
subjects. With their identities now restored, they can 
properly grieve for Jana Avery. 

   One last note. When programming his new identity, 
Paul Avery was certain to remove any conscious 
knowledge of specific operations details which would 
bear on national security. In this way, he has 
attempted to give us no incentive to pursue him into 
his new life. He also had the access codes to the 
implanted devices scrambled. We have no way of tracking 
them without these codes.

   Despite his efforts to throw us off of his track, 
I'm forced to recommend that we assign agents to the 
task of his capture. There's just too much of a risk 
that either recovered memories, or the implant 
technology itself could be exposed.  Personally, I'm 
not certain that we'll be able to locate him. His 
espionage skills are simply to well developed for there 
to be any reasonable chance of success. 

   I almost hope that we're unsuccessful, and he finds 
some happiness in his new life.

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