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Chapter 121
Piece and quiet
MF mf 1st ir

Alonzo Porter was rounding third. It seemed like his eyes had just closed when
Bess came upstairs and made it VERY clear what she wanted from him, draping
herself across him, nude, and feeding him a nipple. Bess didn't start things
that aggressively very often, and Alonzo was damned if he'd pass up such an
opportunity, so he had gotten himself together quickly, working the nipple while
putting two fingers into her already swampy crotch, and one thing had led to
another...
Now, his ass was rising and falling steadily as he drove several inches of solid
chocolate meat between the narrow thighs Bess had draped over his shoulder. Bess
was punctuating each thrust with a moaned "Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby",
throwing her head back and forth as the coral tip of her clit peeked out of the
brown folds of its hood to slide along his shaft. He figured that her second cum
was seconds away, and with a little luck, he'd get her to three before either
his back gave out or his balls cut loose. Alonzo thanked God he'd married the
sexiest woman in the world he'd have probably killed himself by now if he'd
ended up with one of those sexless crones that seemed to be in such large supply
according to his male friends and coworkers. It was damned seldom that Bess
refused to' ride the pony' and always for a good reason! And on a night like
this, when SHE started it... Alonzo grinned from ear to ear. Still, it might be
fun to tease her a bit... "So, Baby," he puffed, "did Tenisha an' her lil'
friends do somethin' to (puff) set you off?"
"Mmmmmmm hmmmmm!" Bess gasped, "When 'Nisha let out with that groan... Ohhhh,
there!"
Alonzo staggered for a beat, then resumed under the urgent tugs of his wife's
hands. "What groan?"
"You know the one!" Bess gasped, "The one I make when you start chewing a nip!"
"What?!" Alonzo was aghast, then relaxed. Obviously, nothing had happened Bess
was here, under him! "Well, didn't hurt her to have her nips chewed, I guess.
Since they didn't stay long..."
Bess' eyes laughed, but her voice said "What? Isn't over yet...They're still
here!"
"What!?" Alonzo was beside himself! "I gotta..."
Bess sank claws in both of Alonzo's arms! "You gotta finish what you're doing!
This is 'Nisha's night!"
"But what if...?" Alonzo started, still unconvinced.
"That's what the Pill is for!" Bess blared, "Quit worrying about HER and worry
about ME! Those kids made me hotter than a firecracker!"
"That damned Adams boy is down there!" Alonzo bellowed, but he resumed his
efforts at her well.
"...And that little white girl he was with had him wrapped around her little
finger!" Bess returned. "Best you worry about that big buck 'Nisha was with!
He's cute!"
"So, you chasin' your daughter's men?" Alonzo chided, an eyebrow raised.
"I'm gonna go get him, if you don't stop goofing off in the saddle!" Bess
gasped.
Alonzo shrugged, and returned his attention fully to stroking his wife's
familiar channel. After a few seconds, he huffed, "She IS on the Pill, right?"
"Yes, Baby," Bess averred, somewhat irritated, "Think I'd send her out into the
world with MY needs and no protection? Now shut up and FUCK!!!"


Downstairs, Nate and Nora were draped over the loveseat, Nora nude and Nate not
wearing much more. They were kissing and moaning noisily, Nora atop Nate
unabashedly toying with his cock while he kneaded the moons of her ass with both
hands, occasionally sliding a finger up and down the crack past the tight bud of
her anus to the dripping slit below. Draper and Tenisha were trying to work
through the distraction, but the pair was just quiet enough not to spike TOO
much over the music but plenty loud enough there in the room to be an
incitement to riot!
Draper had a hand in Tenisha's panties and was wishing he hadn't volunteered to
be good his cock was rock hard from fondling Tenisha and listening to the
ruckus on the loveseat. Tenisha was in Heaven Draper had a finger inside her
swampy slit and his thumb was hunting for and periodically finding her clit.
Draper was narrowing the search by paying attention to those times when Tenisha
tried to suck his tongue totally out of his head, and he had things down to a
pretty small area. Tenisha was all over Draper's lap, unable to sit still under
the stimulation. She laid a hand on the bulge in Draper's pants and nearly
burned it! Draper groaned into her mouth, and resolution firmed; she started
fighting with his zipper.
From the loveseat came a panted, "Nate, Honey, you won't think I'm a slut if..."
Nate stifled a gasp. "Huh? No! 'Course not!" The dance her thumb was doing on
the head of his cock was driving him CRAZY...
Nora rose up a bit and locked eyes with Nate. "Then I want it! Now! Tonight!"
The hand squeezing Nate's cock left no doubt what 'it' was...
Draper almost shot all over the place! Nora's salacious announcement combined
with Tenisha's warm hand wrapping itself around his finally exposed cock missed
triggering him by millimeters. He glanced at Tenisha in shock, then they both
turned surprised countenances on the couple on the loveseat.
But the looks on their faces couldn't hold a candle to Nate's expression! It
strobed through shock, surprise, joy, disbelief, lust, fear... He turned wide
eyes on Draper, "Man, you got any..."
Draper's eyes went hooded. "Yeh." He turned a considering expression on Tenisha
If he gave his rubber supply to Nate, was he gonna screw himself up? He glared
at Nate, who looked away, guiltily. 'Stupid muthafuckah!' didn't have to be said
to be heard...
Tenisha turned an enigmatic glance on Nora. "I'm on the Pill..."
Nora blushed and looked away. "It didn't seem necessary... We'll do without."
"No fuckin' way!" Draper asserted. "That's how stupid shit happens! Ya'll gonna
fuck fine! Let's not fuck aroun' an' start sumpthin' lasts forever!"
Tenisha hopped up, shaking her head. "I'll go see if the coast is clear!" Draper
nodded and dug out his wallet.
Nate was embarrassed almost beyond tolerance. "They're inna car, Man!" he
hissed.
Draper smiled sadly, "Might as well be 'nother planet." He fished the foil pack
out of its compartment in his wallet, and laid it in Nate's hand.
Nora, red as a beet, added, "I had one in my purse, too..." She leaned forward
to kiss Nate, easing his embarrent.
Tenisha, on the stair, listened intently for sounds from her parent's room and
heard them. But there was a quality to them... She crept closer, discerning a
pattern to the sounds and utterances. After a moment, the situation clarified:
rhythmic creaks and the sound of her mother's "Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby... Oh,
Baby..." left no doubt as to their activity. Grinning, she crept back down the
stair headed back to the den. Stopping at the linen closet in the hall on the
way, she dug out an old towel, then thought better of it when her hand closed on
a quilted pad with waterproof backing that had come home from a trip to the
hospital. Nodding to herself, she collected it along with the towel and padded
into the den. "All clear!" she announced in a stage whisper, eyes twinkling.
"You'll never guess what they're doing..." Draper looked up and grinned broadly.
Nate took a second, distraction bringing him confusion until he shifted enough
attention from Nora's efforts to restore the full flush of his arousal to
realize the obvious, then he grinned, too, and relaxed visibly.
Nate had wilted somewhat in embarrent, but Nora wasn't letting go of the
opportunity. Nate sat up on the loveseat, and was going to offer to pass until
another day, but Nora dropped to her knees in front of him, trapping his right
foot against her wet quim, and began worshiping his somewhat lank erection, not
quite giving him a blowjob, but placing damp kisses along the shaft. Between the
feel of her damp pussy on his foot and the attention from her hands and lips,
Nate forgot all about embarrent, his uncut cock firming visibly. Dropping
the rubber on the seat cushion, he reached down and began cradling her globular
breasts, simultaneously wriggling his foot against her damp nether lips,
gasping, "Sheeit! You ain't ready or anythin' are ya?"
Nora rubbed Nate's hot shaft against her cheek. She was beyond hot the smell,
the velvety texture, the taste on her lips of Nate's cock made little things
like being totally naked in someone's den with other people watching
unimportant. The feeling had just rushed over her, unexpected, but no less
overpowering she had to have his fiery poker, NOW!
Tenisha took it all in: Nate's glazed happiness, Nora, naked, worshipping his
erection, Draper, watching, eyes glazed at the imminent sexual act before him,
his cock sticking straight out from his fly. Tenisha felt a wash of arousal flow
through her. "Nate!" she hissed. He glanced up, and she tossed the pad and the
towel to him, murmuring, "Try not to make too much of a mess..." She drifted
over to Nora and whispered, "Nora? You sure about this?"
"Unh huh," Nora murmured thickly. She turned to look at Tenisha, and her eyes
cleared a bit, but she continued to rub Nate's hot shaft against her cheek,
coating it with precum as she husked, "I know what this looks like maybe
that's what it is! Maybe I AM a slut but I'm on fire!" Her eyes pled for
understanding.
Tenisha DID understand! The room was awash with pheromones, male and female
not one of the four of them had EVER approached the level of excitement that
they had given each other tonight! In fact...
Tenisha smiled gently, pushing a flyaway strand of hair out of Nora's face.
"It's okay," she husked, smiling. "Try not to be too loud." Glancing up at her
erstwhile date, she admonished, "Nate, you be sure an' take her home! None o'
your shit, now! I don't want Momma and Daddy or worse, Jimmy (her twelve year
old brother) to find you two in the morning!" She reached out and grabbed
Draper's hand, causing his attention to jerk guiltily away from a fascinated
examination of the white girl's lower back and ass. "C'mon, Honey, let's give
'em some peace..."
Draper lurched up. "Where we goin'?" he asked, meekly following her out of the
den.
Tenisha stopped, faced him, caught a breath, and faced herself. "Upstairs. My
room."
"An' do what?" Draper worried.
Tenisha wrapped a warm, soft hand around Draper's hard cock and turned toward
the stair, "We'll think of something..."


Alonzo had just poured about a quart of cum into Bess' clasping cunt as she
surged through her third orgasm of the session a few moments before. Now the
usual postcoital urge to empty his bladder arose, and he clambered off Bess,
who was the picture of relaxed satiety, and threw on a robe for the trip down
the hall to the bathroom. As he stepped out into the hall, he beheld his
daughter on the stair, barebreasted, her prom dress clutched in one hand and
the cock of that bruiser she'd come home with in the other! "Ho! What the fuck
is this!" he exclaimed.
"Hi, Daddy," Tenisha had the grace to be thoroughly embarrassed, but she stood
her ground.
Draper scrubbed his face with both hands, "Oh, fuck!"
In the bedroom, Bess' eyes popped open. "'Lonzo?"
"I suppose I ain't supposed to say anything?" Alonzo roared sarcastically. "I
just found our daughter basically naked at the head of the stairs dragging this
boy who I haven't even met toward her room by his cock! What've you got to say
to that, Woman?"
Draper started to turn and escape, but Tenisha was in a position to prove the
old adage. She squeezed his cock gently, and he stopped moving.
Bess rolled her eyes and sat up. "She's towing him?"
Alonzo chuckled despite himself. "Yeah. Where she's got him, he ain't going
anywhere. What's your name, Boy?" Christ, but he was a BIG fucker!
"Draper Travis, sir," Draper rumbled, managing somehow to meet Alonzo's eyes. It
damn sure wasn't easy!
Alonzo continued the third degree, "So, Daughter, what the Hell are you planning
to do up here?"
Tenisha gathered herself. "We're gonna make out for a while," she replied, "Nate
and Nora needed some privacy..." An ethereal contralto "Oooooooooooooo..."
drifted up the stair at that moment. Draper grinned in spite of himself. Bess,
who had moved to stand just inside the bedroom door, snickered.
Alonzo snapped Bess a glare and returned his attention to his daughter. "Sure
that's all?" he asked dubiously.
Tenisha stamped her bare foot. "Okay, fine! We're gonna fuck, all right? And if
I've got anything to say about it, it won't be the last time! I plan to see a
lot of Draper! Are you satisfied?" Her face, neck, and upper chest darkened in a
blush.
Draper, regarding Tenisha with gentle surprise, rested a hand on her neck,
squeezing gently in an attempt to soothe her. "Baby..."
"Shut up, Honey I have to win this one NOW!" Tenisha directed tightly, "Unless
you DON'T plan to be around?"
Draper slid in tight behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist supportively.
"You do what you gotta. I'll be right here." He lowered his lips to her neck and
Alonzo watched his daughter melt under the big man's touch. He was furious, but
scared to death the bastard appeared to be gentle, but he was HUGE. On the
other hand he was taking liberties...
Bess watched Alonzo's face work. "'Lonzo! Cut it out! This isn't rape! If I have
to come out there and get you, Tenisha's boyfriend is gonna see her mother
naked, and I'm gonna measure his equipment with my eyeballs! You want either of
those things to happen?"
Alonzo grumbled, "Only thing I got on my whole body to compare with him..." It
was true, too. Both of them ran about eight and a half inches, and they were
about the same height but Draper weighed an additional fifty pounds none of
it fat!
"If she's ready, she's ready," Bess pressed. "Go on about your business and
leave 'em alone. Go on, or I'm gonna step out in the hall..."
"Christ!" Alonzo turned for the bathroom. As he passed the stair head, he caught
Draper's eye. "You ain't exactly made Aw, Hell, forget it! I can't fight both
of 'em!" He slammed the bathroom door.
Bess was as good as her word. Alonzo opened his mouth, and she stepped out into
the hall and stood there, fists on hips. Alonzo didn't see her, but Draper did!
He also detected the trail of white running down her left leg from her cleft. As
for Bess, she mapped his somewhat flagging cock as if her eyes were RADAR. It
was still well over seven inches, despite what he'd been through in the past few
moments. Bess locked eyes with Tenisha. "This isn't over, but we'll all survive.
This who I think it is?" Tenisha nodded tightly. "Things are going well?" BIG
nod. "Go on get out of my sight!" Turning to Draper, Bess pled, "Be gentle
with her, okay?"
Draper nodded solemnly. "Yes ma'am." Turning to Tenisha, he tried again: "Baby,
we don't hafta..."
"Then maybe we won't!" Tenisha replied, "But we'll decide in MY ROOM!"
"Draper," Bess sighed, "Do whatever the pair of you want. I'll handle Mister
Outrage, here. If she wants it, she can have it. You ever...?"
"Yeh," Draper dropped his eyes. "Not much. An' not a..."
"Virgin?" Bess smiled. "Well it only happens once. Try to make it worthwhile.
What about the other couple?" Muffled sounds of pleasure were coming up the
stairwell.
"It's not rape, Momma," Tenisha asserted. "Nora's driving. They'll leave, after
they just got nowhere to go."
"Well, they'll have to find someplace else, next time. I ain't running a
whorehouse!" Bess grumped.
"No, Momma it's their first time, too!" Tenisha grinned.
Bess rolled her eyes. "Who'd have thought ANYBODY would be interested in the
Adams boy?"
"Nate jus' needs a good woman," Draper rumbled in support of his friend. "I
think Nora's gonna fix him right up. Two weeks, an' he'll be an honor student!"
He grinned.
Bess eyed him sidelong. That cock was growing again in Tenisha's fist. "Won't
that put you out of a job?"
The hand around Tenisha's waist rose to fondle her right nipple. "Got a new
job..." Draper rumbled.
Bess watched her daughter melt against the mountain of flesh behind her, then
gather herself and tug him toward her room. "G'night, Momma!"
Bess smiled fondly. The boy was smitten, no doubt about it! "Good night, Child."
She strode over to the bathroom door and pounded on it. "'Lonzo! Open up! I
gotta pee, too!"


Draper and Tenisha had barely left the den when Nora stuck her hand out,
murmuring thickly, "Gimme that...thing..."
Nate, thoroughly distracted, missed it for a moment, then regarded the packaged
rubber in his hand as if it had just appeared there. "Oh! 'Kay!" He started
tearing at the foil, then froze as Nora's warm mouth enveloped the head of his
cock. "Jeezus!" he wheezed, and began tearing frantically at the rubber's
packaging.
Nora raised up, reluctantly removing her mouth from his still foreskin encased
glans, and took the ring of rubbery material in her hand. His cock? tasted
lovely! She looked forward to enjoying that taste many times, but for now she
had a more urgent use for it... She bent to the task of rolling the constricting
tube over his shaft.
Nate flinched. Fuckin' thing HURT! Nora looked up. "I'm sorry, Honey!" she
husked contritely, "I'll get the Pill, so we won't have to do this promise!"
Nate slid his hand under her hair, cradling her cheek. How had he ever
considered her homely? Her face was a little sticky, but when you considered
why... He pulled her in for a kiss as she continued to fight the sheath down
over his erection. Finally, it seemed to run out before Nate did and she
continued to stroke him below it it wasn't that pleasant, rubbing the
rubber... Nate stood up, and tossed the pad Tenisha had given him onto the
couch. Then he picked Nora up by the elbows and directed her into a seated
position on it. She made to lie over onto her back, but he pushed her straight
back and dropped to his knees, pulling her forward on the seat. Nora found
herself slouched back with her legs spread and her lover between them. Then he
lowered his head...
Nate took it all in. Nora didn't have much pubic hair it was there, but
sparse. 'Waste 'o time havin' it,' he thought to himself. She had loose nether
lips, already open and wet from their foreplay. In the dim light, he couldn't
see a clitoris, but there was a big hood there. Nate shrugged; he'd find it with
his tongue.
"Oooooooooooooo..." Nate bored in, swiping upward with his tongue from the
vicinity of her opening, spreading the heavy, wrinkled lips wider and lighting
Nora off. An unbearable wave of pleasure washed over her and she was unable to
muffle her exclamation. Nate, realizing that he was going to require a muffler,
reached up and slid a finger into her mouth. Nora gave suck automatically,
taking his hand in a death grip her focus was on the magic tongue operating
between her legs! Nate quickly zeroed in on her clitoris; anything that well
protected HAD to be sensitive! It was mere moments after he focused his
efforts, Nora's hips were rolling and she was whining high in her throat as her
vagina pulsed and poured liquid onto Nate's chin. Nate lowered his attack point,
sucking in the flow, thinking, 'Sheeit, nuthin' to it!' as he went to work to
manage the flow.
As much as she enjoyed Nate's tongue, Nora had her heart set on something else,
and as soon as she stopped shuddering, she pushed his head away and flopped
over, extending herself lengthwise on the couch. Catching Nate's eye, she opened
her arms and reiterated, "I want it now!"
Nate nodded, clambered up and knelt between Nora's spread legs. She was still
soaked, so there would be no problem with the penetration... he thought!
Nate had always assumed that if and when he picked his first cherry, he'd just
kneel up and drive it home, punching through her cherry like a freight train.
But Nate's sexual education consisted in large part of viewings of a single
(bad) porn flick; when the real thing arrived, he discovered it wasn't possible
Nora was tight! Sure, she was wet, but that didn't ease the grip the tight
ring of her entrance clasped him in. He pushed in an inch or so, backed out,
took advantage of the lubrication picked up to go at it again, gaining another
inch or two... The second issue was, now that it was here, he found that he just
couldn't be that selfish. It had happened awful damned quick, but Nora wasn't
just some cunt that he could plow and walk off and brag about. The bitch had got
under his skin, and he found that he couldn't didn't WANT to treat her like
a ho' even when she acted like one! So when he bumped into the barrier on the
third pass, he stopped, trying to figure out what to do...
Nora, who had tensed and closed her eyes on contact, opened them to find Nate's
full of concern and worry. "'S gonna hurt..." he ventured, hesitantly.
Nora's heart swelled. "Yes, Honey, but it needs doing!" she declared. "Go ahead
but stop after, so I can get used to it..." She felt her courage leaking
away...
Nate, his face bearing an unaccustomed grimace of concern withdrew, then snapped
forward. He'd be damned if he'd fuck it up and have to hurt her twice! He
powered through the membrane, watching her wince, and suddenly things got a good
bit slicker. He stopped, about twothirds embedded, and wiped away the tears
that popped up in Nora's eyes. "I'm sorry, Baby..."
Nora smiled around the tears. "I know you are, Honey, and that makes it all
right." She took stock of the sensations in her furrow and murmured, "Let's do a
little more..." Nate rocked back and slid forward again, getting very nearly
full coverage, then, at Nora's tight nod did it again. This time, his wiry pubes
met her thin ones. He held himself in place for a moment, until Nora's eyelids
drooped, and she murmured, "Okay, slow..." Nate slowly backed out and drove
forward, watching Nora's reactions like a hawk, his concern for her comfort
distracting him from sensations that would otherwise inevitably resulted in him
filling the rubber with his seed. After a few slow strokes, Nora's nostrils
dilated and she visibly relaxed. "Okay, Hon," she gasped, "I think we've come to
the fun part!"
Little flicks of Nora's fingers on his hips encouraged Nate to set a more
aggressive pace, and in seconds, Nora's wide hips began to roll. She developed a
high whine, punctuated with snorting gasps as she drew air through her nose,
gazing at Nate with huge eyes as her first climax as a woman drew closer and
closer. Nate timed his strokes to the roll of her hips, finding suddenly that it
was necessary to speed up radically as Nora's hips developed a snap that pushed
him, hard. As annoying and irritating as the rubber was, he was grateful for the
attenuation the sheath provided else he'd have blown his load before she got
going good! As it was, at this speed, control was tenuous, and his time would be
measured in seconds!
But Nora beat him anyway, screaming, "Oh, Honey! Oh, Baby! Punch it! Now! Now!
Now!" Her eyes rolled up and her breasts danced to her rapid breathing as her
hips flashed in counterpoint to rolling contractions in her vagina, her stomach
going hard in pulsing waves as she grasped Nate's big cock!
Nate stood no chance of coming out the far end of her climax unscathed.
Suddenly, his cock was wrapped in a velvet vise! The pace was impossible to
maintain against the pressure, and the rolling grip of her sheath did what it
was supposed to milk him dry! Nate went stiff, eyes bulging as he attempted to
cause the rubber to explode, firing powerful shots of his spunk into the bulging
reservoir. It filled, and overflow formed a layer about his glans, pooling
halfway back along his shaft as Nora coaxed the largest cum from him he'd ever
managed. "Oooohhh, fuck!" he moaned, grinding himself against her mound in an
unconscious attempt to virtually climb inside!
Still, Nora strained and strove, riding the waves of pleasure granted by her
womanhood as it welcomed her lover's velvety black shaft. After a bit, when her
eyes began to track, Nate instinctively offered his lips in a burning kiss, his
tongue dueling with hers as his cock strove with the passage, extending the
aftermath of her climax.
Nate rose up and offered a diffident "Sorry, Baby..." He'd been led to believe
that it was his job to see her through multiple orgasms before venting himself,
and he was embarrassed at his performance.
"For what?" Nora blinked, surprised. "That was wonderful! I want to do it again
and again! Oh, thank you, Honey!" She clutched the surprised male to her,
cradling his head on her pillowy breasts. "You are so sweet!"
Nate was nonplussed. "Sweet" wasn't an adjective usually applied to him! He
moved on from his surprise, savoring the visceral pleasure of lying atop her,
embedded. Fuck, but she felt good! He wrapped full lips around an offered
nipple, causing Nora to purr in pleasure as he gave suck. Her hands moved on his
back in a motion that was half clutch, half caress.
After a bit, his cock began to shrink, despite the wet heat of her passage. If
he'd resumed stroking, he knew he would have stayed hard but he knew better
than to try to reuse a rubber. As it was, he rose up and gently withdrew,
opposing Nora's attempts to hold him in, and glanced down to discover that the
thing was only barely doing its job in the presence of the quantity of sperm he
had delivered into it. "Holy fuck! I gotta get this thing off!"
Nora got a look at the problem, realizing that, protection or no, trying to keep
her from exposure to his sperm had been a near thing. She made to grab the
rubber, and Nate backed away. "Gonna make a helluva mess!" he asserted, "Gotta
find a bathroom..."
Nora shook her head, "I'll clean it!" She collected the towel from where it had
fallen onto the floor, and, holding it in one hand, began stripping off the
distended prophylactic with the other. That the thing was gooey and slippery on
the outside gave them both pause until they noticed the color of the 'lubricant'
the outside of the sheath was streaked with blood...
Nate grimaced as the hairs around the base of his cock got pulled with it, but
suffered her attention as she rolled the rubber off of his gooey shaft,
collecting it in the towel. Once it was off, she gently pushed Nate into a
reclining position and began laving the excess off with her tongue, to his great
delight. "Shit, Baby, you're fuckin' incredible!" he gasped, running his fingers
through her mousebrown hair while he savored the feel of her mouth on his
rubbersore cock. "Fuckin' incredible... Where you been all my life?" he sighed.
"Doesn't matter," came the smiling rejoinder, "I'm HERE, now and I don't plan
on going anywhere!"
"I sure hope the fuck not!" Nate swore, feelingly.


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Disclaimer

This is piece of fiction. Any imagined resemblance to
people living or deceased is either the result of dementia
on the reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a
character of this story. It is assumed that readers of
this story have the permission of the state, mom, dad, and
pastor and are able to tell the difference between real and
makebelieve. Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that
he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well
thought out, humourous insults on his writing skill. Note:
he already knows he cannot spell 'warth shet'.

The events and descriptions of this story are the sole
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Beggars Can't Be... Part 5
Tall, Blonde, and Fully Armed
by
Kenny N Gamera

The Saturday morning light came through a crack in the
blinds. Wisely, it shone upon the beautiful, sleeping form
of Jenny who was curled up asleep besides me on her bed. I
leaned against my hand and watched her, from outside the sun
beam. Peaceful and quiet, she glowed with life. Tears
welled in my eyes as I thought about the night before. It
had been a long time for me. A little too long maybe, but
she...

Never mind.

Just succeeding in not waking her in the process, I got
up from her bed. After one last look, I shut the door to
her room leaving it unlatched so not to disturb her. I
padded down the hall and walked into the foyer. As you may
recall, dear reader, that was where the two of us had
deposited our clothing. The AC felt too cool on my exposed
genitals and rear, plus I had never learned to feel
comfortable flapping around free and easy, plus flying bacon
grease does not tickle. The sum total came to my needing at
least my briefs before I started breakfast (Ken's rules of
conduct number four: always cook breakfast for your date
when applicable).

Besides there was a roommate about...

"Not bad for a white boy."

...and a beautiful, blond Vikingwarriorprincess
disguised as a police officer.

Please imagine the following from a cartoon; the wasckly
wabbit has once again turned the hunter's devices against
him. The hunter has been blown to kingdom come, and covered
in black soot, he stands before the camera wearing just his
pokkadot boxers. He grins; he blushes; he covers himself
with both hands as he makes the universal body gesture for
"I really gotta pee."

Got that picture in mind.

That was me.

Without the boxers.

"Hahahahaha ha," I meekly giggled with a machine gun
cadence.

"But his vocabulary is a little bit larger than I have
been led to believe," she said as she sized me up.
Hopefully, not because she was deciding where a karate kick
would do the most damage.

"Uh."

"That's the word I was waiting for," replied my
tormentor, starting to the kitchen behind me. As she went
by, her hand flew out. It landed with a loud smack right
where the huge scar that ran down my leg began on the left
cheek.

"Erp!"

"Hmmm, damp. Good boy, he sleeps in the wet spot."
(Rule number two)

Before I could reply, she had disappeared into the
kitchen. I sorted through the scattered clothes for
something more than my underpants (inclusive) to the sound
of first water running from a tap and then a coffee maker
starting its morning duty. Eventually, I assembled shirt,
Fruit of the Looms, and pants to protect my charms from
further unnecessary observation .

If not out right abuse.

On entering the kitchen, I found Joe DiMaggio's second
greatest contribution to mankind finishing its work with a
gurgling sound. The pot was about a cup short. The cop sat
at the small table which filled the corner opposite from the
counter with the pot. In both hands, she held a coffee mug
reading "Nightsticks Make for Better Lovers" that I assumed
held the missing coffee. After a sip, she looked and smiled
at me (evilly). I blushed; I grinned; she gestured towards
the coffee maker with her mug. That directed my attention
to another with the words "Yes, Ma'am" on it.

I looked at her. She nodded at a slight angle. With a
sigh, I poured myself some coffee using the offered mug and
took the kitchen chair across from her. She smiled at me,
again.

I got more worried.

"So, have fun last night?"

"Uh."

"Sure as heck sounded like it." She took a swallow of
coffee, then looked at me with eyes like blue lasers. "And
don't say 'Uh' this time!"

Taking my lines from the borrowed mug, I replied, "Yes,
ma'am."

"Good boy."

We both sipped our coffee in silence. She studied me
over her cup; I avoided eye contact. I no longer feared a
karate kick. I merely prayed that, for whatever reason she
continued to size me up, it wasn't going to hurt badly.

After a half cup, I found my voice. "Where's Kim?"

"Hmmm, Kim is still in bed. She won't be bothering us."
She gave me another quick moment of study. "But what you
really want to know is who I am and what I'm doing here."

Yes, that would have been a good next question, and one I
should have been wondering about. I hadn't because the
woman acted as if she owned the place; her presence felt
natural enough that I had never questioned it, like one
would never question the presence of a siamese cat.

"I'm Sherry, Kim's friend. I really enjoyed the book you
helped her find."

I gulped down some coffee before replying. "I was just
doing my job."

"Yes," she answered, "but there aren't a hell of a lot
people who will do that anymore."

I shrugged. "What I would like to know is what do you
want from me?"

"Hmmm, the boy has teeth after all. I was beginning to
wonder," she said aloud to herself. Then, she replied to
me, "I would just like to find out a little about you. I
wouldn't want to see Jenny hurt. She's very special."

I looked at her, lifting my eyes from the portion of the
table at which I had been staring. It was my turn to study.
I watched for any sign that her and Jenny had...

The look on her face clearly said, never you mind.

I realized right then that it was none of my business.

I sighed and went back to looking down at my half of the
tabletop. Having just met me, Jenny may have only used me
for the night. Tonight, tomorrow, even Sunday in the
afternoon, she may wish to go her own way without me. I
could hope for more, but I had no claim on her.

"A gentleman, too. Very rare now days."

My head snapped up and hissed, "will you quit talking as
if I weren't even here!"

"Sorry, it's a very bad habit of mine." This time, she
smiled for real. She rose for from her seat at the table
and made her way by me. "Tell Jenny that I'll be getting
off at five and that she can leave Kim pretty much alone
till I get here."

She stopped behind me. Bending over, she planted a peck
on my cheek. "By the way, you pass."

With that, she left me to my devices in the kitchen.

It weren't much of a kitchen.

Granted, an omelet pan may have been a bit much to ask
for, but no eggs?

I did, eventually, find a box of pancake mix and a
partial carton of milk that I stretched with a little water.
By the time I had built a decent sized stack, Jenny had
entered in a robe she had tossed on without bothering to tie
shut. It treated me to peeks of her body as she silently
went to the coffee maker. Standing on her pretty toe tips
to reach into the upper cabinet, she removed a mug covered
with small pictures of harp playing angels floating across
it. She filled it with coffee and walked over to hug me
tightly from behind.

I was rewarded with the second peck to the cheek that
morning.

"Good morning, Jenny."

"Good morning, Kenny."

She giggled at the bad poetry of our names together.
After finishing, she added "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied. "But I needed breakfast
too."

"Especially after last night, stud," she said as a hand
moved to my crotch. "How many times did we do it last
night?"

"I wasn't counting."

She giggled into my ear. I felt her tongue on my
earlobe. "I was."

Jenny stepped away from me and went to the table with her
cup in her hand. She sat in the place that Sherry had
occupied during my interrogation and pushed Sherry's used
mug to the side and placed her own down on the table.
Noticing the cup I was using, she shook her head with
another giggle. I brought her a plate of pancakes and
placed it in front of her with a flourish.

"Your breakfast, mum."

"Thank you, Kenneth," she answered with the same
stilted, stuffy voice that I had used in serving her.

As she ate, I finished turning the batter into pancakes,
eating one while I made the next. When offered seconds,
Jenny refused. She also suggested that I not make any for
Kim.

"She won't be leaving bed for quite awhile," she
explained.

With the last cake, I stood at the stove with empty plate
in hand. Jenny smiled at me and got up from the table and
went to the coffee maker. First pouring herself a cup, she
carried the glass pot over to me and refilled mine and
placed the pot on the counter. She then took the plate away
from me to set next to the pot. Without anything to block
her, she reached up and touched her lips to mine.

Too quickly, she stepped away from me again.

"Let's go get cleaned up, big boy."

Ignoring our freshened coffee, she took my hand to lead
me along. She was almost skipping and moved just a little
faster than I was. I, thus, was dragged into the bathroom
where she quickly shed her robe.

"Strip!" she told me.

I complied with her command, during which time she
started the water and adjusted the temperature. When I took
my briefs off, I found myself shoved into the shower. The
water was warm but not hot. I relaxed in the water for a
moment and the spray hit me in the face. When I turned, it
was to Jenny with the Nancy loves Ronnie look on her face
again.

She also twisted a hapless bar of soap around in her
hands, the suds flowing from between her thin graceful
fingers. Returning the soap to its dish, she reached out
and grasped my flaccid penis. Slowly, she washed both it
and my scrotum. She looked up at me with a girlish grin and
then back down to her work. While I enjoyed her actions,
disappointment loomed if she hoped for any sort of response.
I honestly couldn't remember the number of times we had done
it last night, but it was sufficient to have finished.

She looked at me and smiled. I shrugged my shoulders.
She winked at me and moved her hands to my flanks. She
reached them around and they met at my ass. She stroked
softly on my lower cheeks; however, the shower spray quickly
washed away the soap.

"You're not really accomplishing much back there."

"I'm not?" she said in a fair imitation of an innocent
little girl's voice. Her eyes held a look of mock surprise.
All the while, her hands continued to knead my butt. "Are
you sure?"

"Yes," I winked at her. "Now hurry up, and I may have
time to give you a treat."

"Goody," Jenny squealed in glee.

She grabbed the soap again and began to rub it against my
chest. The sparse hair around my nipples foamed with
bubbles. She lowered the bar and swiped my belly like it
was a blackboard. She asked me to turn. I complied, and
Jenny washed my back while the soap was rinsed from my
front. I could sense that she was doddling again.

I spun around to expose my back to the stream. I then
grabbed the Jenny by her upper arms and moved her into the
water. This accomplished getting her hair wet up to the
nape of her neck. I reached for a bottle of shampoo with
one hand as I held her steady with the other.

She giggled. "Not that one, silly man. That's Kim's."

I did the natural thing in response; I stuck out my
tongue at her. Then, I returned the bottle and blindly
picked up what turned out to be conditioner, purchaser
unnamed. As she laughed, I repeated my tongue gesture with
the addition of a sound that I'd need to look up a spelling
for in my collection of 'Bloom County' books but am too busy
(okay, lazy) to do at the moment. For some odd reason, this
merely caused Jenny to giggle a little more.

But, as they say, the third time is the charm, and I,
somehow, succeeded in acquiring the correct bottle of the
proper hair care product. I guided Jenny into the full
spray. As her hair became completely wet, I squeezed out
the shampoo into my bottleless hand. After setting it
down, I pulled her out from under the shower. She looked at
me with a smile, which I rewarded with a kiss to her
forehead.

I massaged the soap into her scalp and worked it into a
lather down her long locks. We stared into each other's
eyes, while I busied my hands washing her hair. Once I had
finished, I pushed her into the shower again. Then, I
reached for the bar of soap.

Jenny lifted her head back and ran her hands through the
soapy water mimicking the models who do shampoo ads. The
sudsy mess streamed down her back as she combed the rinse
water through her hair with her fingers. I leaned over to
her neck. As I washed/fondled her perfectly sized breasts
(a perfect handful), I kissed and nibbled her soft, smooth
skin. In gentle circles, I lowered my hands from her
breasts down to her stomach.

From there, I inched my hands slowly down her body. My
right hand made steady progress to the promised land. The
other hand moved around to the back, before it also
continued south. As I ran my hand along the crack between
her buttocks, I suds up the brown curls of her pussy to wash
away the combined stickiness of our releases that had matted
down her pubic hair.

I rubbed my fingers along her outer labia. I brought my
other hand from behind Jenny with some clean water, which I
used to rinse the soap away from her pussy. A finger found
its way into her as I used two freshly soaped fingers to
clean her clit. Well after they had finished that job but
also well before they quit doing it, she shrieked out. I
quickly covered her mouth with mine and shoved my tongue
inside her mouth. In a single motion, she broke the kiss
and pushed me away.

She looked up at me, panting and with her hands against
my chest.

I ordered her to turn around before she could say
whatever was on her mind. She complied. I cleaned her back
with about three swift swipes of may hand. I ended the last
of these movements at the top of her butt cheeks. I dropped
to my knees and took a buttocks in each of my soapy hands
and kneaded them.

My hands moved form her buttocks to where they joined
together. First, I trailed one hand and then the other down
the valley. When one finished, I brought it back to the top
to start again. Pushing her body against the wall of the
shower so that water flowed down her back and ass, I parted
her butt. The water went over her anus washing away the
soap. When it ran off her body clear, I lowered my head to
her puckered hole.

"Lord, that feels good. I wish that Kim would do that."
She reached back and pushed me away with a sigh. "Sorry,
guy. We've got to stop."

I stood while she turned off the water. At her
suggestion, we dried ourselves rather than each other to
limit any further delay. As I dressed in the clothing that
I left on the floor, Jenny walked down the hall to her room
in the glorious nude. I soon followed her to her room. I
quietly sat on her bed.

"I've got to get going soon. I have to take some samples
from the centrifuge," I said to my shoes.

"Are you free tonight," she asked without turning from
her closet. "I can rent a video or something and you could
make us dinner."

My jaw dropped, and I said in a just that same kind of
suave way a teenaged boy who had just been told 'yes' by the
girl he was certain was going to tell him off would, "I get
off from Mr. Slot's at six. Shall I bring anything?"

"Oh, I'll meet you there. We can get something before we
head back here." She turned around with a blouse in her
hands and gave me a wink. "Besides, I need a few things
from the mall."

She walked over to me and bent down to my level. Our lips
met in a kiss. It was not very passionate, nor was it in
the neighborhood of friendly; it comfortably combined both
in the best ways.

Our eyes locked as she pulled away from me

"Uh."

"You'd better get going, big boy. It's getting towards
eight." I received another smile and another wink. "Could
you show yourself out? I have a little cleaning that needs
to be done."

I nodded my head as I got to my feet. I leaned down to
give her a kiss on her cheek that attempted to duplicate the
sentiment that the one she had given me. After my lips had
moved away from her, she giggled.

"Get going, Kenny." She slapped my behind gently. "I'll
see you tonight."

"I look forward to it," I said with an internal wince and
groan. Adding a weak wave, I stepped from her room and
started down the hallway on my trek out of her apartment and
back into reality.

Just pass the bathroom and across the hall from it, I
noticed for the first time (give me a break, I had a very
pleasant distraction my previous trip through) a mostly open
door. In fact, the door was mostly opened enough for one
(okay me) to way too easily confirm that it lead into Kim's
bedroom.

The proof, Kim herself, lay in the middle of a very
neatly made, classic four post bed. The perfect smooth
surface of the comforter was only broken by the indentation
created by Kim's body; she and it could have been used to
explain Einsteinian space and gravity.

Sherry, I thought, had done a militarily precise job.

She had also tied Kim spread eagle to the corner posts of
the bed and had added a gag of some sort, which had been
strapped into Kim's mouth. Kim could, therefore, do very
little other than stare at me silently. This, she did,
easily stopping me in my tracks, for the expression in her
eyes showed not a sign of embarrent or any similar
discomfort at my uninvited intrusion into her predicament.
She looked as if she had hated me. We both stayed
motionless for a moment or two. I stared with open mouth;
she glared with open hostility.

Finally, I shook the spell which shock had placed on me.
I began to walk away. My minds eye saw her head follow my
path out of her limited field of vision. I, certainly, felt
the daggers that her eyes threw into my back. I puzzled
over what I had just seen as I followed the side walk to my
car.

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

 

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Container

by Sara H

Categories: FF, MM, F-dom, MC, NC

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This story contains scenes of graphic lesbian sex, mind control
and other things you may find objectionable. If you do, please
take your eyes somewhere else. Remember, reading is voluntary.

Please do not post elsewhere without permission of the author.

2001 by Sara H

----

The lips.

The lips are all.

The lips move.

The mouth speaks.

The words come.

The words bring change.

I do not choose.

I do not see.

I do not know.

The changes are not changes.

I have not changed.

I have always been here.

I have always been now.

I obey.

----

Sheila walked quickly through the maze of cubicles, finding her
own desk thanks to the ritual of four years of working in the
same space, filing the same reports, managing the same
information. It wasn't particularly pleasant, but it wasn't so
bad, either. As she set her purse under her desk and checked the
small mirror she kept in the back corner, she appraised herself
casually. She pulled a few times on her bangs, pushing them
gently back and forth, until she was satisfied with how they lay
on her forehead.

She was still mostly alone in the large room -- her day started
an hour earlier than most of the women who worked near her. She
turned on her PC, and as it booted up she looked through the
small stack of papers she had left from the day before.

She reached for the telephone headset and pressed the button
that switched it from the regular handset to the one she wore on
her ear.

The headset was disconnected still, and the short cord lay on
her shoulder as she hummed briefly, waiting for the logo on her
monitor to give way to the animated desktop she had designed for
herself.

Finally, the PC chimed that it was ready for her. She took the
wire from the headset control box and pulled it towards her.
Lifting her shoulder length hair with her free hand, she took
the tiny plug and connected it.

She winced slightly as she gently pressed it into a port set
into her skin just behind her left ear.

She took the dangling cord of the headset and plugged it into
another port just below the first.

Her eyes became vacant and sightless as her fingers typed
commands, opening a program that appeared in the upper right
corner of her screen.

The abstract symbols displayed there reflected in her dilating
eyes. Her lips moved silently, as if she were gently talking to
herself. Eventually, even the movement of her lips stopped.
Their moist swelling as her mouth sat slightly open, was silent
witness to her arousal.

She did not move again for nearly an hour.

----

Sheila finally came to herself in the bathroom. She was in a
stall, sucking on her fingers. The taste of her womanly essence
was still fresh on her lips and tongue.

She stood, straightened her skirt, and opened the stall door.
She walked over to the sink and checked her face in the mirror,
fixing her disheveled hair before turning to look down at the
body of the woman that was lying on the floor. She quietly
regarded the face of the woman as she knelt down, gently lifting
the head and wiping the small bit of dried blood from behind the
young brunette's left ear.

It was the face of Kathleen, her best friend.

It was also the face of the newest Container, the newest member
of the Fold.

By now, the filaments had bonded with the brain and nervous
system. Sheila pulled two sets of wires from inside her jacket,
attached one set to the new ports in the woman's neck, and the
other set into the ports on her own. She took the loose ends of
both sets and plugged them into what appeared to be small bottle
of perfume.

She pressed the applicator button on the bottle and waited for
the pleasure beyond pleasure to consume her, and to consume
Kathleen. She smiled at Kathleen briefly as she waited. The
pleasure would pour into every neural circuit of the woman's
conscious and subconscious mind. It would seal her new
programming into her psyche, just as it had Sheila's two weeks
before.

And then, as the plasma flame of orgasm rose and washed through
and over her, she let every other thought fall from her grasp as
she fell into convulsions of pure ecstasy.

She did not choose.

She did not see.

She did not know.

She obeyed.

She had always obeyed.

She would always obey.

And now, so would Kathleen.

----

"Container Matheson-001 has passed her final simulation with no
anomalies," reported the woman behind the console.

"Very well, Ashley," answered a female voice from the intercom.
"Nicely done. She was a tough case, yes? She took nearly three
days."

"Yes, Mistress. But there was nothing I couldn't push through."

"Is that pride in your voice, Ashley?" teased the voice.

"Only in serving Your will, Mistress," answered the beautiful
woman.

Looking slightly dissatisfied, the woman emerged from the
shadows, barking, "Status report!"

Ashley's face went blank as she flatly recited, "Container
Williams-002. Pleasure and conditioning protocols in place and
operating at 92% efficiency. Arousal factor seventy-three.
Container is secure."

Smiling with just a hint of amusement, Mistress spoke more
softly again. "End report."

She regarded the beautiful slave for a moment before adding,
"Return her to her programming chamber and feed our newest
convert her final instructions. Then prepare the conference room
for the ending session."

"As You desire, now and always, Mistress," replied Ashley,
bowing softly as pleasure tingled up her spine with the words of
submission.

Soon, perhaps tonight, Mistress would allow the Container to
pleasure Her again. Ashley felt her pussy darken her panties
with wetness at the thought.

----

Tonight's session had been a celebration. After ten days of
grueling self-examination, soul-baring and realizations that
bordered on spiritual, the women who had attended the
"Empowering Women in the Workplace" seminar were reaping the
rewards of hard-fought battles and illuminating exercises.

Sheila looked around at the fifty women from across the United
States and smiled, and saw them smiling, too. Their eyes glowed
with self-assured determination and purpose, ready to return to
their jobs and careers, knowing what they had to offer, and what
rewards awaited them.

Edith Prolznyck, the Facilitator, was speaking, and Sheila
returned her attention back to the small riser from which the
aging but still vital woman spoke.

"... and from where do our ethics and motivations come? Our
sense of individual purpose and strength? How do we recognize
the difference between reality and the hallucination society has
placed upon us? From the secret knowledge inside the
Containers we call our bodies. From that secret place inside
where we all hold our most cherished thoughts and dreams which
make up our most sacred knowledge. That secret place that we
have brought to life in you, nurtured in you, and given as a
gift to you, over these last few days."

Edith paused and looked around, smiling. "What are we?" she
called.

"POWERFUL!" shouted the chorus of fifty women.

"And with what power do we live?"

"PASSION!"

"And how do we overcome??"

"WITH POWERFUL PASSION AND PERFECT PURPOSE!!!"

"Excellent! Congratulations! You have just graduated into the
world! The real seminar begins.... NOW!!!"

Music blared from the speakers throughout the room, and,
although not one of them noticed, all fifty women simultaneously
touched their crotches, their breasts, their foreheads, their
lips, and then reached back to lightly graze one hundred tiny
ports, perfectly aligned behind fifty left ears.

As they talked and laughed, leaving the conference room, they
each took the packets they were given and headed to the post-
seminar party.

----

Sheila had been waiting for fifteen minutes when Richard picked
her up at the airport. It was a little odd... her brother was
always punctual to a fault. She let it go with her happiness at
seeing him.

They gave each other a big hug and got in the car to take her
home.

"So, how was the big workshop?" he asked. "Learn anything new?"

"Oh, more than I can ever tell you, Richie," she enthused. "I
had no idea how much there was to learn. But I found out!"

"So did I," he said looking straight ahead.

She barely had time to see the shape moving in the back seat
before the needle sank home and she lost consciousness.

Richard grimaced, guilty about what he had done, even though it
was necessary. He looked at his sister slumped beside him and
then into the rearview mirror. "You sure you know what you're
doing?"

"You saw the ports, right? Mr. Matheson, the BSI has been
working on this for long enough to know that surprise is the
only way. She would fight -- even kill us, without ever
realizing why. She is a Container... she lives to serve her
Mistress, regardless of the cost. Now get to the motel so we can
get the thing out of her, and get her back to normal."

Richard was about to say something when he felt the nuzzle of a
gun touch the back of his head.

"No backing out now, Mr. Matheson."

----

"Richard...?" croaked Sheila as her eyes opened slowly, still
rolling from the powerful anesthetic.

"I'm here, Sheila," he answered, sitting on the side of the
bed, holding her hand. "It's all over now."

"What..." she said, cut off by dryness. Starting again, she
continued, "What's over?"

"They put something in you, sis. Something to control you.
Something to control your mind. Agent Randall was able to remove
it, though."

"Agent Randall?"

"The man who brought you here with me. Do you remember anything?"

"Sort of," she rasped. "I remember feeling really, really good.
And then blackness."

Agent Randall broke in. "That was the device. They had you
wired for pleasure. Stronger than any drug, and you would have
killed us to keep it."

"No..."

"See for yourself." He held up two half inch flesh colored tiny
cylinders with a small silver square attached, and several tiny
hair-like wires protruding from the other end. "These are the
ports, and this is the processor. These filaments are wired
through your nervous system. We can't take them out... they're
much too complex. But we can defuse them, so to speak. Free you."

"I... don't know what to say..." she said, looking over at
Richard in confusion.

"It's true, sis. I didn't believe it for sure until I saw him
take these fuckers out of you."

"I guess I should thank you..."

"Time enough for that when you rest up. For now, just go on to
sleep."

"Okay," she said, closing her eyes. Within moments, she was
asleep, breathing deeply.

"Maybe we should leave her be for awhile, huh?" asked Richard,
his eyes pleading with the agent.

"Okay... it's safe now, anyway, I think. Let's go get some
coffee," said Agent Randall. "This kind of thing wears me out."

They turned out the lights, closed the door and walked to the
diner across the street.

----

Sheila blinked as the lights came back on.

"Who are you?" she said to the young woman in the motel room.

"I'm here to clean the room," she said. "Say, are you okay?"

"I think so... I don't know. They say something happened to me."

"The guys you are here with? Did they do something bad?"

"No... one is my brother, the other one is some federal agent.
It's really okay. You can clean."

"Well, in a minute. First, I have something for you. Hold on a
sec."

The maid went to her cart and reached into one of the pockets
on the side. She pulled out two pronged pistol shaped object and
loaded it with two small cylinders. She walked over and turned
Sheila's head to the side, looking closely at her neck.

"They did a clean removal. That's good. That means this won't
hurt at all. They didn't even scratch the cyst.

"You do want to return to the Fold, don't you, lovely one?"
said the maid, smiling sweetly.

"Yesssssssss...." hissed Sheila. "Hurry... they won't be gone
long..."

She shivered as she pulled her head further to the side and
exposed her neck for insertion, and the pleasure that would come
with it.

----

Sheila lapped at the pussy of Container Andrews-006 with the
reverence of a slave worshipping a Goddess. Of course, Mary
wasn't Mistress, but in serving this way, Mistress would be
honored. Besides, Mary had done the same for her.

Her head glided up and down, tongue rasping across the clit of
her lover, making it swell with need and hot tongues of fire.
The warmth in her own belly told her she was doing exactly what
was needed... the direct connection between pleasure centers and
the amplification would allow nothing else. Her finger found
Mary's nipples and she pulled on them hard, as she nibbled her
clit, listening to the mewls of the woman as they tingled all
the way from the top of head to the toes of both women.

Her hips began to buck in unison with the young maid's, both of
them chanting their sexual need, gasping and screaming in
unison. "Fuuuuck yes! God yes fuck it lick it eat it make me
cummmmmm!!! Fucking my clit yes suckingsuckingsucking
yesssssssssss god FUCKING FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS NNNNNNNNGGGGGG
AAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"

They both lost all thought as their bodies and minds become one
pulsing, blazing light of pure pleasure, nothing but lust, but
need, but cumming each climax feeding the next, over and over,
unable to stop until all programming was restored.

Deep inside her sex-fogged mind, Sheila hoped there was much
more programming to do. Even the part of her that had once
resisted now clutched and begged for more instruction, shouted
her obedience deep into her mind... she had not changed... she
had always been here... she had always been now... she
obeyed...

She looked over at Richard and Agent Randall, and came again as
she saw Richard lower his lips to the agent's throbbing cock,
swirling around the head with his tongue. They were both
sporting erections that looked like flesh steel, and the wires
running from their newly installed ports to the programming box
assured that they would never again be a nuisance, or cause
Mistress trouble again.

In fact, men sometimes made the best recruiters of all. They
were less suspicious in certain circumstances.

It's kind of too bad, she thought, that they will never be
allowed the intellect to be more than breeding and recruitment
drones...

She felt another climax approaching fast and corrected her
thoughts obligingly. Fuck it, she reflected, they serve the
will of Mistress...

----

It was a long drive home. Richard sat quietly, despite the
lively conversation Sheila offered. She smiled and nodded, as if
she could hear his answer. It was a fun game, made even more so
by the lusty moans that Richard would let escape when she
mentioned Agent Randall.

She pulled into the Happy Go Lucky Food Mart at the corner of
her street and went inside to buy some sodas.

"Well, where have you been, girl?" asked Joan, from behind
the counter.

"Hi, Joan," Sheila answered, smiling. "Out of town. I needed a
break from here. By the way, are you out of Lucky Colas? I
couldn't find them."

"No, they should be back there. Let me look for you." Joan came
out from behind the counter and walked toward the back of the
small store. Sheila began to rummage through her purse as she
followed.

"I understand about this place getting to you," she said.
"Ellington may be close, but here in Rowansville, it's always
dead. Hmm, maybe they're behind these newspapers. I always have
to remind Eddie not to cover the merchandise."

"I don't know," answered Sheila, smiling, standing behind and
slightly to the left of the cashier. She pulled out the small
device for which she had been looking and held it near the
woman's neck, just behind her left ear. Joan was too busy
looking for Lucky Cola to notice.

"I have a feeling things are going to be changing quite a bit
around here."

----

Note: Jet lag does strange things. This story is based largely
on a dream I had while resting in a hotel room on the other side
of the world. I don't often get MC dreams, especially vivid
ones, so I thought this deserved to get written. The big
difference is that in the dream, all of us Container Units were
draping long tubes behind us that pumped MC fluid into our
minds, and it ended when I said that yes, I wanted to be re-
inserted. Wheeeeee! Feel free to let me know what you think!

A couple of nods are due. One to Tabico, and one to trilby
else, for their excellence in 'pathic scenes.

Also, it's really good to be home.

- Sara

Please send any comments or feedback to catssarayahoo.
Please list the name of the story in the subject line. Thanks
for reading!

- Sara

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