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The Apex

By: Easyread



After a long romantic dinner we return to our room. I love having dinner with you because you and I always find something to discuss and we enjoy making fun of each other. This evening was no exception. Political and Religious banter were profuse. You even took the time to tell me, in detail, how unhealthy my meal was. I would have said this evening was just another wonderful evening with you but something was different. I noted your eye contact was intense this evening. You looked at me differently this evening and made comments complimenting the banalities of my character that I do not note. You seemed to look deeper into my eyes than you usually do and although you did not smile more than usual there

was a sparkle in your eye and something special in the way you looked at me. 

We come to the elevator at out hotel and as we wait you lean against me placing your hands on my chest and you kiss me. My right hand reaches down to lift the short cocktail dress and slide my hand upward to feel your panty but, to my surprise, you are not wearing a panty. Somehow I have overlooked this fact. Had I known...

The elevator doors close and we are alone for the next 20 floors. I reach for you and pull you to me. I reach up your skirt and feel you up thoroughly. You look into my eyes as my finger finds a wet spot and you say to me, “Will you make love to me tonight, Tim.” I answer, “Yes, my Lover... In any fashion you desire.” 

We enter our room and we both undress and prepare for bed. I play soothing music and light one candle sensing our love making tonight will not be wild passions but romantic and calm. I ask you if you would wear your black open toe heels while I make love to you but you decline. I am somewhat surprised as it is unusual for you to refuse me. I am not sure what to make of it at this moment. I come to you on the bed and stand before you. You are laying on the bed with the pillows propped up so that you are almost half sitting up. You are naked before me and you instinctively spread your legs for me. I am instantly erect. 

You then take your right hand and put your middle finger into your mouth and moisten it. Your hand then follows the contour of your body as it passes down your neck , between your breasts, over your stomach, and to your pussy. You push your finger just between your outer labia separating them and you arch your back just a bit and lean back looking at me. You tease your clit for me. I could pounce on top of you right now but you tell me to wait. So, I just watch as you tease yourself and then begin to push a bit deeper into the folds of your vagina. I can see that you are very wet. Your finger is covered so you enter another. You press deep as you hold your left breast with your other hand. You finally motion for me. You need not ask twice.

I am instantly on top of you and between your legs. We kiss gently and deeply as I position my body to enter you. It is then that you tell me that you refused my request because you wanted nothing unnatural while we make love tonight. You

then lift your legs bent at the knee so your toes point at the ceiling and I slowly enter your body. I just push the tip inside you and then pull out. Then I push in again allowing deeper penetration. I do this slowly and repeatedly so that my entire volume is engulfed by your warm wet vagina and my member is soaked by your juices. You are very wet and very comfortable. 

Our bodies are pressed against each other and the pillows you lay upon have lifted you in a way that if I rest on my forearms our lips just touch. I note the intimacy of this moment in my mind. I begin a slow but firm thrust as I look into your eyes. Your eyes are fixed upon me. You do not blink and your breathing is calm. We breath each other’s air as we inhale. Your arms reach beneath mine and you bend them to reach upward toward my shoulders. With this position I can feel the tip of my penis just touching the entrance of your uterus. I am very very deep inside you. 

I focus my attention on your smell. You are wearing some herbal concoction that always seems to smell good on you. You have a talent for this and it is one that I appreciate. I smell your hair and touch it with my hand as my arms and hands are on each side of your pillows. My full weight is upon you just how I like it. You can go nowhere. You are my possession. Our lips touch periodically and we kiss softly and gently. You do not move as I push my volume inside you and then pull away and reenter you in a relentless fashion. I note your vaginal secretions. Your legs spread and rest on my back. I love the idea of your legs spread and wrapped around me. It makes me feel welcome and powerful. 

You reach for my cheek and kiss me. You then lick my cheek and my neck with the tip of your tongue to taste me. You smell my neck and chest. You hold me with your arms beneath mine holding me close to you. I can feel intensity in your gaze and how you hold me. Something is different tonight. 

I ask, “Is everything OK, Lover?” 

You then look into my eyes and kiss me again before saying to me, “Tim,I have been off birth control for a few months.” You look to me in the most tender fashion. There is a child-like quality in this look that melts my heart instantly and completely. 

It is only then that the texture of your vaginal secretions takes on a more profound meaning. The way you have positioned your body to receive me has a purpose. You wanted nothing unnatural between us.

It is only then that I realize you have not been looking into my eyes this evening as I had mistakenly thought. You have been looking into my soul. You have been reading me as a friend, as a lover, as a husband and most importantly... as a father. 

I realize I have been motionless for a few moments. I am not even sure if I am breathing right now. There is complete silence. This moment lasts for some time as we both look into each other’s eyes trying to find some way to express all the amazing things that are flying through our minds. I can not find words. I am at a loss.

Instead, I resume making love to you. But this time I make sure I push my volume a bit deeper inside you and I make sure not to even blink as I take you. You lay beneath me motionless peering into my eyes while you hold me against your body careful not to allow us to separate. Your knowledge of me in the way you hold me and the risk you have taken amazes me. You are truly amazing.

My heart beats strong and I am driven. I take my time and stop periodically to kiss you and to allow the orgasm to build within me. After an hour I am ready to cum. I want to let it go for you. You can feel me close and you hold me tighter. You spread a bit wider and I pump a bit harder. I can feel the orgasm build and the cum moving from deep within me forward and eventually I explode within you. I push deep with each wave of pleasure and feel my cum leave me to fill you. It is at that moment that you cum. Your body tenses and your back arches thrusting your hips toward me pulling me deeper within you. We are both rather quiet with the orgasm. There is just a slight moaning perhaps because the energy is spent grasping each other so tightly. I can almost feel your body sucking me deeper inside you like a vacuum as you cum.

And as we are resolved we lay in this position quiet and motionless. We still maintain eye contact and we kiss softly and gently. I remain inside you until each and every drop of cum has left my body and dripped into your vaginal reservoir. I then give you a few more good pumps before you whisper in my ear...

The Aphrodisiac Compound



I was never much of a student in High School. I did manage to graduate on time, and I decided to attend a community college that happened to be in my town. I was only 19, and I figured this way I could still live at home and save my money.

My buddy Kevin, who was also 19, ended up at the community college too, which makes sense, because most of the time in high school we'd been skipping class together. We had several classes together, one being freshman biology. The class managed to be both boring and difficult. About the only bright patch was the lab partners we'd been assigned.

Kevin was partnered with a girl named Erin Westville. Erin was actually still a senior at the catholic high school in town; advanced students could take courses for college credits during their senior year. Erin could seem kind of stuck up sometimes and she was kind of a know-it-all. But I never got tired of looking at her. She had only just turned eighteen, so less than a year younger than me. But she was absolutely adorable, a vision of innocent loveliness. She had straight blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders, and hazel eyes behind silver-framed glasses. She was very petite, with narrow hips and a firm, round, little butt. Her boobs were small enough that you couldn't really see them under the clothes she usually wore, but I didn't think she was completely flat-chested.

My lab partner was a really cool girl named Katie Wynn. Katie was another freshman at the community college. She was my age and came from two towns over. Katie just made you want to smile. She had a round cheerful face with liquid brown eyes, and very fair, almost pale skin, framed by her thick, chestnut hair. She had full, round, marvelous boobs, and full hips, and it was like she didn't have a hard edge anywhere on her body. She had a wicked smile that made my heart race. She was quick to laugh, and to goof around.

There was quite a bit of goofing around that day. We'd been given a quick photocopy worksheet of words to define and diagrams to label. Which ordinarily would have sucked. Except that we were currently in the human reproduction section. Nice, huh? 

"Aphrodisiac," said Katie, reading from her paper. 

Erin flipped through the text. Then she ran her finger along the page as she read. "Aphrodisiac. Any of various foods, drugs, or other materials believed to cause sexual arousal, increase sexual potency, or enhance sexual pleasure." I noticed Kevin staring with his mouth hanging open as she read.

"Huh," I said. "You know, my dad invented one of those."

Erin looked up from her book and across at me. "Um, no." she said.

"What?"

"Listen:" Erin went back to the book and began to read out loud while Keven looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"While products are occasionally marketed," she read, "none have been shown to have any actual, clinical effect. No known substance has the properties of a genuine aphrodisiac." Erin lifted her cute little face and gave me a smug look as if that had settled it all.

"His dad really is, like, a big time chemist," said Kevin.

"Sorry," said Erin. "Not buying it."

"It's true, he did a lot of work on an aphrodisiac project. But they lost their funding. Hell, I'm pretty sure there's still some in his workroom at home." I said. 

"At home?" 

"He has a workroom set up at our house because he works in the middle of the night sometimes."

"They let him do that?"

"I'm not saying he is one, but they absolutely treat him like he's a genius. They expect him to be weird, and give him whatever he wants.

"Prove it, " said Katie.

I turned to her. She had this evil, bashful, playful, challenging smile.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked.

"Are we still all getting together at the library tomorrow to study?" asked Katie. We all nodded.

"Bring it in," she said.

"I can't steal something from dad's shop...,"

Erin gave me a dismissive look. As class ended, the girls both got up and left together without another word to either of us. I stood slack jawed for a bit as Kevin and I watched them walk away, my eyes darting back and for the between Erin's tight, taught backside, and Katie's round, swaying young ass.

It was the last class of the day, so Kevin and I headed out, walking home, our backpacks slung over our shoulders.

"Thanks for backing me up," I said to him.

"No problem," he said. "So is it true?"

"About my dad making that stuff? Totally! For a while it was all he worked on. They hit some snag though. Something to do with 'initial standing hormone levels' whatever that means. "

"Who cares?" said Kevin. "Even if you just show it to her, it'll totally shut Erin down. She's wicked hot, but she's such a know-it-all. Are you sure there's no way you could get some out of your dad's lab? "

"Actually, it would be pretty easy. He won't be home for a few hours, and he's onto a new project anyway. He hasn't worked on it since last year. He's still got the samples, though. I saw the case. I doubt he'd even miss a sample. And it's not like it's locked up or anything."

My house was on the way to Kevin's, so he sometimes stopped and hung out for a while before walking the rest of the way home. This was one of those days, but this time, instead of continuing loudly into the kitchen for a snack after we dropped our backpacks inside the door, we stood in the quiet foyer and looked at each other. Finally, I said, "OK, come on," and led the way to the stairs down to my Dad's workshop.

There wasn't much to see in the workshop. Some steel tables, a fume hood, his desk and computer, and a ton of cabinets. Most of the various apparatuses were put away, and all the various materials stored safely. I knew which cabinet it was. Even though I knew my dad wouldn't be home for at least two hours made me nervous just being down there, so I didn't screw around. I went straight to a large cabinet on the far left, and quickly pulled it open. Inside, along with all of the research materials, there was a large black case. I opened the case, and inside were half a dozen small, opaque, squat, little bottles. It had a label like you might see on a pill bottle from the pharmacy, but most of whatever it said was techno-gibberish to me. But the words "aphrodisiac compound" appeared several times, so I hoped it would be enough. I stashed a bottle in my pocket, put everything back the way it was, and then Keven and I practically ran out of there. Back upstairs in the den, I flopped onto the couch and Kevin kicked back in the overstuffed easychair against the wall.

I dug the little bottle out of the pocket of my jeans and sat looking at it.

"Think it'll be enough to convince Erin?" I asked .

"I dunno," said Kevin. "Let me see it."

I tossed it to him. He caught it, then sat back and took a close look at the label. 

"How's it supposed to work?" he asked.

"No idea. I don't think you drink it, because they used the same samples for a long time without using it up."

"Why'd they stop working on it?"

"Dad said they could never get it to work on the sorts of people they needed it to work on, whatever that means."

Kevin held the bottle up to the light. He carefully unscrewed the top and took the tiniest sniff. His face wrinkled at the smell, and he screwed the cap back on the bottle, and then paused. Kevin had really fair skin, the kind of kid who'd sunburn really easily. As I watched, his cheeks flushed pink.

"You ok?" I asked. He shook his head like he was trying to clear it, and he shifted in his seat.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I think maybe you inhale it. Here, try taking a really big sniff and holding it in."

Keven passed me the bottle. Curious, I unscrewed the cap, held the little bottle up to my nose, and took a really deep breath. It had an intense, penetrating, medicine smell, like peppermint and bleach. I was screwing the little cap back on, and holding the vapor in my lungs, when the first warm rush hit me. I exhaled in a whooshing sigh. My heartbeat was suddenly a throbbing pulse in my head, and I laid back onto the couch. I felt the drumming liquid rush of blood flowing through my body. I started to feel a heavy pressure flowing down my torso into my lower belly, forcing itself slowly out into my balls and my dick, filling my balls with warm heaviness, and giving me an urgent and obvious erection. My cock was suddenly stiff and throbbing and pushing hard against my jeans. It became very uncomfortable to be wearing pants. I shifted around, trying not to be too obvious about repositioning my sudden hard-on. I managed to get my dick pointing up along my belly, when the warm rush hit me again. As my heart thumped hard, high in my chest, the warmth filled my body, and my penis struggled to become even harder, when it was already as hard as it had ever been. Throbbing stiffness stretched every wrinkle out of my shaft, pushing the head of my cock up toward the waistband of my underwear. It swelled and grew until it actually began to ache.

"Holy shit," I said to Kevin. "Did you try taking a big sniff?" I looked over at him. He was sitting back in the chair, just then holding the bottle to his nose. I watched him take a long, deliberate breath, and hold it. He capped the bottle, and had just put it down when he suddenly let out his breath in a shuddering sigh, closed his eyes, and leaned back into the chair. He seemed to forget I was there. He planted his feet, sighed again, and gently pushed his hips up off the cushion, his hands tightly clutching the arms of the chair. Given what was happening to me, I assumed that he was suddenly getting the hardest boner he could possibly imagine. I was surprised to notice that watching him was kind of a turn-on. Kind of. But the effect of the compound seemed to seize and magnify my passing lewd thought. Thinking about it sent a cruel, hardening shudder out along my cock, making me somehow even more rigid, my cock now almost uncomfortably hard, and my jeans and underwear impossibly tight. I glanced over at Kevin. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. He seemed relaxed, but every few seconds he'd groan quietly and the muscles in his ass and his abs would clench, thrusting his groin upward like he was humping the air. 

Without opening his eyes, Kevin said in an awed, slightly uncomfortable whisper, "Dude! I am so......hard! Oh my god! I didn't know it could get this hard."

"Yeah, me too, " I said, also sounding constricted and uncomfortable. I couldn't stand it a moment longer. I said "Sorry," then tore open my belt and jeans. I yanked the elastic of my underwear over my swollen cockhead, and my impossibly hard penis burst out into the wonderful empty air. It felt bizarre to just whip out my boner, right in front of Kevin, but I groaned in relief at freeing myself.

Kevin must have opened his eyes when her heard me say sorry; I noticed he was looking at me. Well, actually, I realized that he was looking at my dick. He seemed to come to a sudden decision.

"Ok, don't think I don't like girls or anything, but I gotta take mine out too!"

"Go ahead," I said, like it was no big deal. 

He urgently undid his belt and pants, and his stiff young dick sprang out like it had a life of its own. Kevin, too, groaned in relief; then he leaned back in the chair again, his cock sticking up out of his jeans. His was much thinner than mine, but maybe a little longer. Like me, he was really, really hard. His penis seemed to quiver with the intensity of his erection.

Neither of us was actually jerking off. But it felt incredibly lewd, sitting in the den in the afternoon, both of us with serious hard-ons, and our dicks sticking out of our jeans. It felt so good to be hard, I thought. And thinking about my dick was enough to make it twitch and throb, and being hard felt so good..., My breath caught, and for a moment I had to concentrate, and sit very still, trying not to cum.

"Shit," said Kevin with a groan. "Ow. Jesus, it's so hard it kinda hurts."

"Yeah, mine too. I think maybe those were bigger breaths than we needed." 

"It feels so sensitive, it's like I could fuck air."

"That's good news. Even you could get laid by air, Kevin."

We both laughed, and the movement of my body, the contraction of my diaphragm, morphed somehow into basely, shamelessly, pushing my urgent erection up rigidly into the air. Kevin's laugh became a groan as mine did, and I realized what was about to happen. The overwhelming urge to ejaculate gripped me, and I realized I was about to blow my load with Kevin in the room. 

"Oh shit..." I said.

"What?"

"I think I might...oh shit..."

"What? Dude, are you gonna cum?"

"Oh shit..."

"Cause I think I'm gonna..."

I fought it a second more, and then I saw Kevin beginning to loose control, his cock still rock hard, a tiny clear drip already dribbling down off the tip. 

We both jerked up into a sitting position up as our abdomens contracted, then thrust our groins upwards as we threw ourselves back onto the cushions. We writhed, helplessly clutching the cushions, the arm of the chair, as the first shockingly huge wads of cum swelled in our balls, and we got ready to squirt it out, whether we wanted to or not. We both, well, screamed. Orgasms tore out of us, unstoppable. 

Sperm poured out of my cock, long pumping bursts of hot semen that gushed out each time another wracking spasm of warm pleasure grabbed me and squeezed. I took a rattling breath and yelled again, sounding angry, helpless, as it just kept coming out, as my balls threatened to turn themselves inside out, as I kept helplessly and shatteringly cumming all over myself. Spasm after gut wrenching spasm wrung out my insides and roughly massaged every possible drop of semen out of me; even then I clutched and grunted and orgasmed some more, dry now, until the tempest finally, lingeringly, passed.

Kevin's thrashing and moaning burst into a panicked and overpowered yell, and he too emptied himself utterly. I watched spray after white spray burst up out of his dick, followed by heavy loads that ran thickly down his pulsing cock like lava. When he couldn't cum any more, he just grunted and writhed and kept on orgasming anyway, his balls squeezing, trying in vain to push even more spunk out. Finally, he too was quiet,

"What just happened?"

"The stuff works, that's what happened,"

"Think it works on girls?"

"Oh yeah. And I can't wait to show it to Katie and Erin."

I heard Kevin laugh, then groan.

"Dude," said Kevin, "Don't even talk about them. It'll totally make me nut again."

"Tomorrow is going to rock, " I said.

Neither of us seemed as wierded out as you'd think, probably because of the compound. The seriously intense effects faded fairly quickly, but the compound left you feeling crazy horny for hours and hours after that. Long after we'd quickly cleaned up, and Kevin had gone home, I still felt like I was popping a boner every time the wind blew. None of these erections seemed like they were about to go off on their own, though I did feel a strong, naughty-feeling urge to jerk off every time it happened. So I did. I didn't have much left to shoot, but I still got off powerfully and quickly. I beat off again sitting on the couch after Kevin left, but before anyone got home, when a cute girl in a tv commercial got me hard. I did it again dinner when I glanced in my sister's room and her underwear drawer happened to be open. Again in bed from the sheets rubbing across my dick. And once more in the shower the next morning.

I basically had a low-grade hard-on all the next day, and it only varied in intensity as the day wore on. I had two classes with Kevin. We didn't talk about yesterday, but he did ask me if I brought "it," and grin when I told him yes. For some reason, I couldn't wait to see what Katie and Erin were wearing. We had agreed to meet in the Bio lab and walk over to the library together. When I finally walked in, Erin, Katie and Kevin were already there. Erin was wearing a blue, short sleeved blouse. It was snug enough for me to finally see the shape of her tempting little chest! Her titties were really lovely: round, tiny and perfect. It seemed a shame she hid them so much. She had her blond hair tied back into a ponytail today. She adjusted her glasses and looked up, and I looked up from her cute a-cups just in time to not get caught staring.

"Hey," she said by way of greeting.

Hearing this, Katie turned and saw me behind her. She smiled warmly.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully. Katie was wearing a long green and black hippie dress, with what looked like a faded black men's shirt buttoned up loosely on top of it, and black converse sneakers. Alas, while Erin's adorable breasts were filling out her blouse nicely, Katie's lovely round melons were concealed by her loose fitting shirt. I said hi to Kevin, and we gathered our things, and headed for the library. 

Katie gave her hips a carefree little swish as she strolled along, and the light sheer fabric of her dress showed her inspiring backside. I could just (because I was looking) see the outline of the bikini cut panties she was wearing. I wondered what color they were. (I found out later they were green) Erin was wearing a pair of jeans. They weren't like elastic-tight, or anything, but they really let me notice what an adorable butt she had. Better still, when the four of us walked into the library, which always seemed to be very warm, Katie unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing over her dress. Now that the faded black shirt was hanging open in front, I could see the top of her loose, flowy green and black dress. The dress was sleeveless, low cut, and loose fitting, which was probably why she had worn the shirt over it. Beneath the thin fabric, her spectacular young tits were clearly defined. She had on a black bra today; I could see the strap.

The four of us headed to the worktables in the back behind the bookshelves. Katie sat beside me and Erin sat across from me, with Kevin diagonally across the table. Erin started pulling out books, and said, "We'd better get started. What do you want to work on first?"

Katie looked unenthusiastic and shrugged. Neither Kevin or I dove for our books either.

"Actually," I said, "I think we have to back to yesterday's work and make a little correction."

The girls looked at me puzzled, and, after glancing around to see that no one was nearby, I took the little bottle out of my backpack and set it on the table in front of them. Katie seemed to understand right away. She got a very amused grin on her face, and snatched up the bottle.

"No way!" she said.

"Yup," I said. The aphrodisiac my dad never made? There it is."

Erin got a very skeptical look on her face, and took the bottle from Katie so she could study the label. "This could be anything," said Erin, but the label's complex terminology was fairly convincing, and she didn't sound so sure of herself.

"Does it work?" asked Katie suddenly.

"Oh yeah," said Kevin lewdly, before I could decide what to say. He seemed to regret it almost at once. Both girls gawped at him. Katie's friendly lips turned into a shocked smile beneath her wide eyes, while Erin still looked unconvinced. 

We leaned closer together to look like we were working on our assignment and it also let us whisper without being overheard or raising much suspicion. Katie seemed enthusiastically interested. Her brown eyes were soft, but excited also, opened a little wider than usual, her glance more bold, and more shy, by turns. When we leaned our heads together to whisper, my head was angled downward as I cocked my head to listen. I hadn't done it on purpose, but I realized I was discretely looking down Katie's dress. Her tits were full, round and womanly, filling the cups of her shiny black bra, the skin of her cleavage pale and unblemished. It was hard not to stare. I realized I could smell her shampoo. Then I realized she was saying something.




The Aphrodisiac Compound



"What?" I said, looking up.

"Seriously. Is it for real?" 

I wasn't sure which answer she wanted to hear. Kevin and I both answered as if the question itself was ridiculous.

"Um, yeah. It works."

"It really works."

"How do you know," asked Katie, "unless... oh my god, you tried it, didn't you?"

Kevin and I both turned a little red but didn't answer.

"What did it do?" asked Katie eagerly, lowering her voice still further.

"It...well. It did what it was supposed to do."

"Oh. my. God." said Erin, blushing

"It made us...well...We got... horny," I said.

"Very horny," added Kevin.

Katie started giggling uncontrollably, mostly at the scandalized expression on Erin's innocent face.

My penis gave a little twitch.

"Oh this is such bull," said Erin dismissively. She pushed her glasses back on her nose in an annoyed gesture that, for some reason, I found charming.

"There could by anything in that bottle," said the bookish little blonde girl, "and you two blockheads would think it was an aphrodisiac because everything makes you ..., you know..."

Katie laughed again.

"Really?" she said to Erin. "You can't even say it?"

"Horny," said Erin, sounding like it was the first time in her life she'd ever used the word, but looking suddenly determined not to be intimidated. How can you tell it works?" asked Erin.

Without missing a beat, Kevin says, "You can tell by the smell. Smell it."

Looking vaguely curious, but more annoyed, Erin unscrewed the small bottle, and lifted it up to her face. She took a delicate sniff, wrinkling her cute little nose at the odd, penetrating smell. She sniffed two more times, a little more deeply.

Given what it had done to us, I thought that was probably enough, particularly as we were in school.

"Don't leave the cap off for too long. It evaporates quickly," I lied.

She had looked just a bit dreamy, but when I spoke to her, she seemed to remember herself and she capped the bottle and set it down. I got the impression that Katie was about to pick it up, when I saw over her shoulder that one of the librarians was moving through the books in our direction. I didn't want her see the bottle, so I scooped it up quickly and popped it into my pocket. The librarian found what she was looking for and went back toward the front desk.

Now it was Katie's turn to be completely scandalized.

"I can't believe you did that!" she whispered loudly to Erin.

"What? I just smelled it..." Erin stopped talking, a shocked and puzzled look on her face. It looked like she'd just been groped by the invisible man. Then her eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed like she was settling into a hot bath. She opened her eyes suddenly, like she hadn't meant to close them at all, and looked at the three of us with an expression two parts wide-eyed apprehension, and one part willing naughtiness. Again her lovely intelligent eyes closed behind her round glasses, and she leaned her head slightly back, her blonde ponytail dangling over the back of the chair. She parted her perfect china-doll lips, and she inhaled very deeply. She began to blush furiously pink right before our eyes, not just on her unblemished face, but her neck and collar bone as well. She stretched luxuriantly, and arched her back. The front of her shirt rode up so I could see her smooth flat belly, and her enticing little breasts pushed tight against her blue cotton top. It was the first remotely shameless thing I'd ever seen Erin do. Her hard little nipples were unmistakable, showing clearly through her shirt. I wondered if the compound that had so quickly made me and Kevin erect might be making her delicate nipples harden, and perhaps even hardening her tiny pink clitoris into a firm little nub, making it swell, and throb, and demand to be noticed, there at the top of her sacred, mysterious, pink folds.

After holding her breath for a second or two, Erin sighed, settled forward again, and opened her eyes. 

Katie raised a hand to her mouth in an expression of titillated embarrassment. 

"Erin, are you ok?" asked Katie. 

"Yeah. Just got kind of a head rush. My heart's racing, but I feel...actually, I'm all... tingly." 

She glanced down and noticed her nipples. She gasped and looked a little embarrassed. But she made no effort to hide her erect nips, and I for one wasn't hiding the fact that I was staring.

Katie was watching with wide-eyed fascination and a naughty grin. She bit her lip for a moment before asking, "So is the aphrodisiac for real? Is it working?"

Erin looked helplessly at Katie.

"I'm not sure...I've never felt anything like this...I don't have a lot of...experience..." That was when Erin happened to glance at me. As she was looking at me, I could swear I saw a moment of raw lust in her innocent eyes, as if I'd caught her thinking about jerking my dick or something. And then that moment of lust was followed almost instantly by a look of pure panic. She gasped, clutched her legs together, and held onto the chair like she was on a roller coaster. She also looked like she was pressing her tight little backside into the chair, hard, though she was trying not to be obvious about it. She gasped again, and looked intensely at Katie with something like shame and overwhelming lust coloring her sweet, innocent face.

"Oh my god," said Erin, obviously wrestling with some powerful sensation. Her voice went up about an octave. "Oh my god, it really feels like I have to pee..." 

Her expression became more urgent, and she pushed herself down harder into her chair, crossing her slender legs, and squeezing them tightly together. Then she moaned and hunched forward, and she curled her lip in a vaguely disgusted expression, either at what was happening, or what it felt like, or at how much it turned her on.

"Oh shit...I'm so....oh my god...."

"Are you getting wet between your legs?" asked Katie.

Kevin and I turned to look at Katie. She mostly ignored us, looking at Erin, who was looking back at her. 

Erin nodded, squirming a little in her seat. 

"Doesn't your coochie ever get wet sometimes?" asked Katie.

Erin gave a tiny, sexy little shiver.

"Well, yeah, I mean, but not like this..."

"You're just a little turned on, that's all."

Erin looked shyly at me and Kevin, then looked back at Katie and lowered her voice.

"You don't understand. I'm...getting completely soaked down there. It almost feels like I'm wetting my pants!" As she said it, she groaned a little, and squirmed and fidgeted in her chair again. 

"Well, I guess you're really turned on, then," said Katie. 

This seemed to make Erin gush, and you could almost see her surrendering, abandoning all the rules about good girls, and giving in to the urgent demands of her hyperstimulated teenage vulva. She spread her legs apart as far as her jeans would allow, and ran her hands up her thighs. Then she leaned forward and closed her legs, leaving her pretty hands squeezed between them. She looked deeply frustrated, and groaned as her narrow hips seemed to jerk forward by themselves, trying to push her young pussy onto a cock that just wasn't there. 

She groaned again, and fidgeted around in her seat like she just couldn't get comfortable. She pushed against her crotch with the palms of her hands. Her glasses had slid down on her nose, but her eyes were now tightly shut anyway. She began to moan girlishly with every quickening breath. 

Katie had been watching this with frank delight, and as Erin squirmed more desperately in her chair, and showed less and less control over the sounds of her overpowering lust, I glanced over and noticed that Katie, sitting next to me, was doing some leg squeezing of her own. She had her legs crossed, bouncing one foot. Then every few seconds her foot would stop and she'd squeeze her legs together, hard, presumably squeezing her plump young twat with her strong young thighs. The best part was, she totally caught me looking at one point, when she was right in the middle of a really hard, obvious squeeze, and she didn't even try to hide it. She just squeezed a moment longer, a hint of her effort showing in her features, and then relaxed and went back to watching Erin.

Erin's palms were now flat on the table, and every inch of her young little body was tensed. Her bright eyes were squeezed shut, and it almost looked like she wasn't moving. But her face was pink and flushed, her breathing was rapid and shallow, and every few seconds she'd make a dainty, girly, little grunt, and her petite hips would jerk forward as her taught little butt cheeks would clench. I realized she was going to climax, right there at the table, and very soon. Katie could tell she was close, too. She glanced at me, then looked back at Erin.

"Erin?" she said.

Erin caught her breath enough to say, "Uh huh?" between her quiet, hard little spasms.

"Are you about to nut, baby?"

"What?..."

"Are you going to have an orgasm? Like, right here in the library? Cause I think that would rock."

"I don't...ungh....I don't know... I've never...I haven't... "

Katie looked delighted.

"You've never had an orgasm before?"

Erin shook her head, and then groaned. "It's so hot..." said Erin.

"What is?" I asked, partly just to make her say something else in that intensely sexy tone of voice. She opened her eyes and looked at me, nearly panting, and licked her lips.

"My vagina. No... I mean my... my pussy. My pussy feels so hot. And I'm so wet..." 

Talking about her body that way to a boy seemed to overwhelm the tiny blonde. Her ass clenched, and she reached up and grabbed one of her teeny tits, and massaged it roughly through her blue blouse. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she couldn't seem to keep from moaning, and she kept on grunting lewdly, if quietly, as her whole body clutched and her very damp crotch was thrust irresistibly and wantonly forward.

"I'm pretty sure you're about to find out what an orgasm feels like," Katie said to her gently. "It can be pretty intense. You should probably concentrate on remembering where you are, and not screaming."

Erin struggled to talk over what her body was doing to her.

"But...but...it's not supp...supposed to be automatic! Don't you have to... touch yourself ...or something?" 

Katie gave a wicked grin and shrugged. "I always do," she said, blushing.

Erin squeezed her legs together and bent forward, wrapping her whole body around her exploding clitoris. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh please. Oh please. Oh SHIT!" She sat back up in her chair like she'd been electrocuted, every muscle in her young body straining against itself. Her narrow thighs squeezed and rubbed together, and her perfect little ass clenched and unclenched; then she spread her legs sluttishly wide, as if she were desperate for penetration and offering her teenage cunt to anyone happening by. She pulled at her amazing little tits, scrunched up her adorable face, and came, hard, right there at the table in front of us, fully clothed and biting her lip to keep from screaming. It seemed to go on forever, but it made my dick pump up so much to watch this sweet, innocent girl grinding out her nut on the chair, trying not to be too obvious, or too loud, as she helplessly came, as her flooding, crashing, overwhelming orgasm clutched at her insides and thrashed her tiny body. She seemed to cum ten or fifteen seconds longer than she really wanted to, grunting, nearly sobbing, as it rode her roughly, washed through her sopping young cunt, and turned her tiny clit into a rock-hard pebble that jerked her whole body around whenever it twitched. Giving up, she let her climax have its way with her, waited until the wet clenching in her panties finally subsided, and then leaned forward onto the table sounding like she'd run a marathon.

Kevin and Katie and I continued to stare at Erin as she rested her head on her arms, and tried to catch her breath. Her perfect little chest was still heaving, but the rest of her body had become calm again. 

I was afraid she would feel embarrassed or humiliated, but instead, she laughed contentedly, a weary, sexy laugh from back in her throat. It was not a young girl's giggle. It was the sort of laugh that would have given me a hard-on (if I wasn't completely stiff already.) She looked up at us. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she brushed back a stray lock of blonde hair. She resettled her glasses onto her elfin face. "Well, ok then." she said.

That broke the spell. Katie's was beaming. "That was both the coolest, and the hottest, thing I've ever seen," said Katie to Erin. "You totally rock!" 

Now Erin did look embarrassed, but she was grinning too.

"So?" asked Katie eagerly.

"What?" replied Erin.

Katie smiled from her liquid brown eyes, and blushed the tiniest bit on her pale cheeks. 

"How was your orgasm? Did you like cumming?" I heard Kevin's breath catch. I don't know if either of the girls heard him. Erin shot Katie a shocked look, but then she relaxed into a cute blonde version of the same smile, and the two of them looked like they were being naughty little girls together. 

"It felt SO good..." They both giggled. "It was so intense! I didn't expect it to just...happen like that, without me... you know... playing with myself or something. Is that how it is when you...?"

Katie swung her dark hair and looked fascinated.

"Uh uh. I've only ever used..." she trailed off and held up her right hand by way of explanation. She had slender fingers, and her fingernails were painted black. "And even then, I can't always make it happen."

"What do you mean? How come?" asked Kevin. I rolled my eyes; sometimes it was hard to believe we were the same age. Katie looked at him like he'd asked a stupid question, which he had.

"Uh, fingers do get tired you know." The two girls laughed, but I was caught up in the fact that Katie had just indirectly mentioned that she fingers herself sometimes. I almost missed that Erin was talking to me.

"So, is that what happened to you guys?" she asked.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Did it make you...?" asked Erin looking very inexperienced.

Katie looked very eager to hear what I had to say.

"Did we cum? Is that what you want to know?" 

Katie looked at me wide-eyed, and I thought I'd made a huge mistake. I don't know where it came from, but it turned me on like crazy to be talking dirty to a cute, virginal little blonde, and a sexually curious, dark-haired co-ed.

Erin nodded her head in answer to my question, but then Katie, with an absolutely evil smile, said to me, "Make her say it before you answer her."

I looked at Erin, no idea how she would take this. But Erin looked right at me, and gave me her best innocent little girl pout.

"Please tell me," she said in a small voice. 

"Tell you what?" I replied. Keven and Katie were rapt watching us.

"Tell me if you and Kevin shot your loads," she said sweetly. 

I was blown away, and when I didn't answer immediately, Erin frowned and spoke again in her mock little girl voice.

"Did I say it wrong? I want to know if it made you guys squirt."

Kevin, Katie, and I burst into laughter at Erin's all-too-convincing little girl routine.

"Oh, you said it right, all right."

"So did you?" asked Katie.

"Oh yeah. And harder and longer than I ever have before."

"It just wouldn't stop," added Kevin.

"Were you jerking off, or did it just happen?"

"I just happened," said Kevin. "Just like with Erin."

Erin squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. "So how long am I going to feel this way?" she asked.

"Damp and kinda squishy? Just till you get some dry panties on," said Katie with a laugh.

"Ha ha. That's not what I ..."

"You don't have to feel embarrassed., you know," said Katie. "Mine got pretty damp, too." Erin looked like she couldn't decide if Katie was being serious or not, but Katie wasn't telling.

"How about you guys?" continued Katie, looking at us with her big brown eyes, "You need a change of underwear too?"

"Kevin laughed without actually answering, which made me wonder if maybe he had cum in his pants after all. I hadn't, but pre-cum was certainly leaking from my over-hard erection, and I could feel a cool wet spot in my pants.

"Mine aren't too bad," I said, matching Katie's playful tone, "but they do seem a lot tighter than they were when I put them on."

We all laughed again, and then there was an awkward five or ten seconds when we all were looking at each other, but not saying anything. I got the sense that we were all imagining, in our own way, throwing each other down and fucking ourselves silly.

"So what are you guys up to after class? It's Friday. Maybe we should hang out...or something."

OK, just having Katie ask if we want to hang out with her and Erin is pretty hot; But having her ask if you want to hang out, when you know that both girls happen to have very damp panties, is mind blowing.

"Sure," I said, trying not to blow it, "That would be cool."

"We can go to my house," said Erin. "My mom left this morning and she won't be back till Sunday, and my brother's in Europe, so it's just me and my big sister Natalie."

We all said, cool, or something like that, like it was no big deal, and just like that the four of us were on our way to Erin's. 

One nice thing that I was surprised to discover was how comfortable the four of us suddenly were together. We joked and laughed as we went, as if we hung out all the time, and we all found plenty to talk about other than all the horniness that was going on. Which is not to say there wasn't an enormous amount of sexual tension as well. Several times I found myself walking directly behind the girls, my eyes drifting eagerly between Katie's stunning young backside swaying in her dress, and Erin's hard little ass giving shape to the butt of her tight jeans. After the second or third time (I really wasn't doing it on purpose) they both just grinned at me and kept walking. But Katie began to sway her hips more deliberately as she walked, and Erin kept glancing furtively back at me as if to make sure I was still watching them, and then grinning with shy excitement when, of course, I still was.

Erin lived in a pretty nice house with a large yard around it. We all trooped in the front door behind her into the foyer. She suggested we kick off our shoes, and we did. We all dropped our bags where she did and followed her into a nice living room.

"Natalie! I'm home!" 

A moment later Erin's sister Natalie came down the stairs. She was older than Erin, and taller. She had long, straight, blonde hair like Erin's, but she wasn't wearing glasses. She had bigger tits than her little sister, but you still wouldn't have called them large. She was, however, displaying them to good effect in a fairly hot red dress. Apparently she was getting ready to go out. When she saw that Erin wasn't alone, she seemed surprised, but not upset.

"Hiya. You just caught me. I'm on my way out. Who're your friends?" she asked pleasantly.

"This is Katie, and this Scott, and Kevin. They're my lab partners from biology. We didn't get to finish our project at school, so I talked them into coming here and working on it so we wouldn't miss the deadline. "

"Fine by me, I won't be home till late anyway." Natalie stepped into her shoes and grabbed her purse. She kissed her sister on the cheek and said, "There's condoms in the drawer by my bed."

"Natalie!" Erin managed to look completely mortified and innocent, even after her recent performance in the library. She belonged in the drama club. Natalie laughed at her sister's prudish reaction, said "nice meeting you," to Kevin and I, waved goodbye, and was gone. The house was ours. 

We all looked at each other awkwardly. Now that we really were free to be as naughty as we pleased, suddenly it wasn't so easy to show someone else your body, or show somebody how you look in the moment an orgasm takes you beyond embarrassment, beyond humiliation; to be watched when you're squirting, or dripping, or writhing, or screaming. It wasn't easy. But nobody looked like they wanted anybody to leave.




The Aphrodisiac Compound



"I'm going to get changed, OK?" said our little blonde cutie.

"Can we see your room?" asked Katie.

"Sure. C'mon." She started toward the stairs, then flipped her gold ponytail over her shoulder and looked back at us. "But no peeking!"

Erin's room seemed pretty typical to me, but I certainly hadn't been in enough girl's bedrooms to know for sure. The curtains and pillows and bedcovers were done up in several different shades of pink. There were pictures of boys she'd taken from magazines and hung on her walls, there were books, stuffed animals, a dresser, and a computer with flower stickers on the monitor. Her room was way neater than mine.

"Ta da!" she said playfully as we all walked in and looked around.

"Nice," said Katie.

"Thanks."

"I'll just be a sec, "said Erin, kicking off her shoes. She stepped into her large closet, and pulled the door most of the way shut behind her. Somehow, just the sound of her in there taking her clothes off seemed erotic to me. I was leaning against her dresser listening while Kevin and Katie were looking at the stuff on Erin's walls. Then, Erin peeked her head out the closet door.

She kept most of her body behind the closet door, and her ponytail hung down sideways. Her lovely soft-looking shoulders and arms were bare, and I noticed that she had a sprinkling of tiny freckles I'd never noticed before. One hand was holding onto the door. The other was apparently wrapped around her, covering her pale little boobs. She looked straight at me and smiled. 

"Would you do me a favor and go into the top drawer behind you and grab me a pair of undies? I forgot."

"Um...sure. Any particular, um..."

"No. You can pick." She ducked back into the closet as I turned to her dresser. My heart was thumping as if I was prowling through her things. But she had asked me too, I thought. I have permission to look. I pulled the drawer open,and looked inside.

Except for a few pairs of socks in white or pastel colors, the drawer was filled with Erin's panties. There were many that were cotton, either white with some pattern like tiny flowers, or in pastel colors. There were a few brighter colored ones made out of satin as well. I reached into the drawer and felt the cool fabric on my skin as I dug through them a bit, looking for just the right ones. I lifted a pair of made of sky blue cotton, with a little bow of dark blue ribbon on the front. They looked so small in my hand, like my arm wouldn't have fit through the leg holes. Given her narrow hips and her compact little backside, I guess it wasn't surprising. 

"Those are cute," said Katie. I hadn't realized she was watching. Or that I was still holding them up.

Hearing Katie's voice, Erin stuck her head back out and saw the ones I was holding up.

"Perfect," she said cheerfully, and reached toward me for them. She reached further than she really needed to; for an instant, a miraculous instant that looked entirely accidental, but almost certainly wasn't, I had a glimpse of the palest flesh, a round swelling on her chest, not heavy enough to droop, or even bounce, and a gorgeously pink little nipple. Then it was gone as she ducked back in with the panties.

"Thanks!" she said.

"No, thank you," I said quietly, making Katie laugh.

Not hearing this, Erin called out to Katie.

"Do you want to borrow a pair to put on Katie? Mine are a little smaller, but..."

"Nah," said Katie, grinning . 

I almost missed it. Katie glanced at me subtly, as if to see if I was watching. Then, without looking at me again, she reached down toward the floor along the outside of either leg, bending at the waist, and slipped her hands under the hem of her dress. Then she stood up straight, and reached up under her dress. The front and back of her dress stayed covering her body, but her bare, smooth legs were revealed for a moment, from just above her black sneakers, to her shapely thighs. An instant later she had bent forward again, letting the dress fall back into place as she shimmied out of her damp underwear. Then she stepped out of the green satin panties she'd just pulled down, and stood back up. It had taken less than two seconds. She let the green slip of fabric dangle from her hand for an extra moment or two, then casually tucked them in the pocket of her dress. I felt like a total pervert as I fought a tremendous urge to pluck them up out of her pocket, still warm...smelling like her... As she walked across the room again, the panty lines I'd noticed earlier at school were (of course) gone. In their place, I could almost make out her bare ass behind the diaphanous dress.

Erin came back out about then. She had taken down her ponytail. She had changed into a pair of purple sweat pants, and a white short-sleeved pullover with a picture of a single large daisy on the front. She was barefoot, and I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"C'mon, lets head downstairs," said Erin. 

When we got downstairs, she led us into the kitchen.

"You guys wanna have some wine? There's an open bottle..."

We were all game, so she poured us all some wine. We didn't bother with proper wine glasses, though, and drank from water glasses. We made small talk for a couple of minutes, until finally, I just asked.

"So Katie, you still game to test out the aphrodisiac?"

It looked like she couldn't speak for a moment, and then she nodded, and with a big smile, took a gulp of her wine.

"Here?" asked Kevin. We all looked around the kitchen, considering. Erin thought for a moment, then shook her pretty blonde hair. 

"No. I've got a WAY better place. C'mon." 

We followed Erin to another set of stairs, this time heading down. At the bottom was a door, and she led us inside.

"My brother's room," said Erin.

This part of the basement had been finished; the only way you'd even know it was in the basement was by the fact that there were no windows. It was clearly the room of a young 20's male. There were posters covering most of the walls, a huge flatscreen, a stereo, and a computer. There were braided rugs on the floor, and the room smelled like incense. And in the middle of the room, there was an enormous king size bed with a thick maroon comforter.

"That's like, the biggest bed I've ever seen," said Kevin.

"Got it from our uncle. This is the only room it would fit in."

Katie walked deliberately into the room, and sat on the giant bed.

"It's perfect," she said.

"At least you won't have to bite your lip to keep from being loud," said Erin, teasing.

"Why not?" asked Katie.

"Because we can be as loud as we want down here."

"I'll remember that," said Katie in a somewhat different tone of voice.

"Hey," said Kevin turning to me. "Can we have a little refresher before Katie...uh... gets started?"

Katie blushed to be talked about that way, but said nothing. I grinned.

"Don't see why not. But only a teeny, teeny little whiff."

"Why?" asked Katie. "Didn't you like it?"

"Oh yeah. A lot. That's kinda the trouble. I want us to be able to watch you." Erin and Kevin both nodded, smiling, and Katie's mouth hung open a little, as I pulled the little bottle out of my pocket again. I took a tiny whiff, passed it to Kevin who did the same, and he passed it to Erin, who after a moment's hesitation, took a tiny sniff.

I felt the effects right away. It wasn't nearly as powerful at this level, but I certainly popped another massive-feeling hard-on, swelling from my perpetual half-mast until my penis again had that throbbing, about-to-burst ache. This time, I just reached down the front of my jeans and positioned myself more comfortably. It sent electric shocks through my body when I touched myself. Kevin did the same. I realized I was starting to feel again like almost everything was a turn-on: Katie sitting patiently on the bed; Erin standing and watching Kevin and I adjust ourselves; being so hard. Erin was absolutely lit up with lust. 

"Do you guys have boners already?" she asked cheerfully

We both nodded.

She was flushed and cute as a button. Her nipples were hard again. She sat down on the floor beside the brightly colored bag she'd gotten from her sisters room. Without ceremony, Erin upended the bag and dumped its contents on the floor. There were three dildos: one very realistic and flexible, one your standard smooth vibrator, in hot pink, and one crazy one with a little dolphin on it that you held on your clit, and a raft of buttons that did who knows what. There was one vibrating egg, a bunch of batteries and four different bottles of lube.

Erin looked greedily at the toys. With an impish grin, and no explanation, she tossed a bottle of lube to Kevin, and one to me. I tossed it onto the bed, and looked down at Katie.

"You ready?" I asked. She looked nervous, but she nodded. I offered her the bottle, but she didn't take it. Instead she said quietly to me, "Will you do it? Hold it for me until you think I've had enough, then put it away?"

I nodded. I got onto the bed with Katie. I saw her eyes go to the obvious bulge in my jeans but then her glance jumped past me, and Katie blushed furiously. I looked over my shoulder, and saw that Kevin had unzipped, whipped his pecker out, used the lube, and was now happily stroking away, his cock looking oiled and shiny. I laughed. 

"Dude!" I said. 

With the hand he wasn't jerking off with, he pointed to Erin and said, "She started it."

Katie and I both swiveled around to look at Erin. She was sitting in the other chair, sex toys at her pretty little feet, her tiny hand jammed down the front of her purple sweats. She gave a little giggle, but the hand down her pants never stopped moving.

Katie looked at me with a crazy little laugh. "You want to get started too?"

I looked at her wickedly and said, "No, I want to concentrate on you first. But I am getting pretty uncomfortable, so..." My skin was flushed and prickly, and my heart was pounding, but after making sure Katie was watching I reached down, unzipped my fly, and released my aching erection. I was kneeling beside her as she sat on the bed; my cock wasn't more than a foot away from her and about level with her tits. It was pointing straight at her, pulsing up and down gently with the beating of my heart.

"Much better," I said. Then, leaving her to stare at my dick if she pleased, I stacked some pillows against the headboard, and encouraged Katie to scoot back, and then I pressed gently on her shoulders to lay her back . She leaned back onto the pillows obediently, her auburn hair splashed out behind her, and her brown eyes watching me a little nervously. Her head was lifted enough to see what Erin and Kevin were doing. I heard some small, wet sounds behind me, and watched Katie's cheeks flush pink again as she glanced over in Kevin's direction.

"Ready?" I asked.

Katie nodded and I pulled the little bottle out of my pocket. Katie was breathing fast, her round tits rising and falling, and I could see her pulse in her neck. I moved so I was sitting next to her, and I helped her sit up. I unscrewed the bottle, put my left arm around Katie's shoulders, and with my right hand held the bottle to her nose. She instinctively caught her breath at the first whiff of the compound's strong chemical odor. But I held the bottle in place until she started to breathe again. I counted a few seconds in my head then I left it a second or too more, just because it made me feel nasty to do it. I smelled her hair, took the bottle back and just before I capped it, took another tiny sniff myself. She sank back onto the pillows looking up at me.

I knew what to expect, so I let the warm rush flow over me, rode it, until it brought my dick straining further out of my jeans, as if it were reaching for Katie. We looked into each other's eyes, and I saw the first rush hit her. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply. I watched her nipples get hard like somebody had dropped her in ice water, poking through her thin black and green dress. She closed her eyes and exhaled, and flexed her arms and legs, stretching and becoming aware of the feelings building in her body. I was lying on my side, facing her, watching her, when her warm hand brushed my dick. Her eyes shot open and she pulled her hand back. 

"Ooops. Sorry, I didn't...I didn't..."she said. 

I looked into her liquid brown eyes, and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand back over to my cock. She stared back at me, shocked, as I pushed my stiff dick into her warm palm, but she curled her delicate fingers around my pulsing shaft and squeezed. Just the thought of this hot young brunette holding my cock in her hand was enough to send warm shivers throughout my body; when she actually doing it, I heard myself grunt like an animal, and covering her hand with mine, I held it in place as I jerked my hips forward, fucking her little fist. 

Before she could say anything, moaned as another rush hit her. She arched her back, put her bare feet flat on the bed, and bent her knees. She groaned and humped her hips up off the bed and squeezed my prick in her hot little fist. The plump, rounded mound of her pussy was showing under her thin dress. I remembered she wasn't wearing panties. I was still staring at her camel toe when she gave another little grunt as her belly spasmed; she again thrust her hips up, humping her puffy little mound against the yielding fabric of her dress. She gave a whimpering groan, as if she was embarrassed at thrusting herself forward like she was, at being so absolutely in heat. Her beautiful pale face was flustered, blushing, as she began to loose control. Behind me I could hear Erin and Kevin both breathing heavy, but I had no idea which of them was making the wet slapping sound.

"Uh oh." said Katie opening her eyes. "I'm... Oh my god, it really does feel like I've got to pee!"

"Told ya!" said Erin from across the room. 

Still holding my cock in her right hand, Katie frowned and gave a long pushing groan, even as she strainghtened her legs, crossed her ankles, and clenched her knees together tightly.

"Oh shit! There's too much..., she said, sounding amazed.

I gave an evil chuckle, and said, "Too much?"

"There's too much to just...oh my god... to just let it come... just...dripping out!"

"Do it," said Erin in a tone of voice I hadn't heard before. I glanced over at her; she had both her hands jammed down the front her purple sweat pants, clearly fingering herself. She was leering at Katie.

Katie was taking shallow breaths, a slightly panicked expression on her pretty face, but when she heard Erin's horny suggestion, the hand that wasn't holding on to my stiff penis clutched a handful of the maroon comforter that covered the bed. She gave an animal grunt and sat part way up, like she was doing crunches, and bent her knees and spread her legs, and moaned.

Her dark eyes were tightly closed, her brow furrowed, her whole face crunched up with the hard contraction of so many muscles in her abdomen, her vagina, and the secret places in between. Then she made a long, aching groan as her body relaxed, and she arched her back, grinding her pussy down toward the mattress.

"Oh yessss.... There's so much... Oh fuck, yeah. I can feel it running down my ass."

As sweet young Katie started talking dirty, she started jerking me off more deliberately, looking hungrily, lustfully, at me, but more often, at my very hard young cock.

"Do you wanna see my tits?"she asked in a breathless voice. "I know you like to stare at them in class... Tell me to show them to you."

"Show me your tits, Katie," I said, rapt.

I think she'd have giggled, but it looked like she was getting near the edge and would begin to climax soon. Letting go of my cock, she sat up, slipped her dress' straps and her bra straps down over her shoulders, and then roughly shoved the whole thing down over her tits, to her waist. Her tits were larger than they'd seemed, and the loss of the bra did nothing to change their rounded shape. Her skin, especially on her breasts, was fair and pale like it'd never been in the sun, but flushed with blotches of pink. Her nipples were large and light pink, but puckered tightly around very hard, pencil eraser nipples.

She moaned as the three of us stared at her tits, all of us masturbating (once I replaced her hand with my own.) Kevin had dropped his pants to his ankles and was tooling his over-stiff boner while he stared at Katie's exposed boobs. Across from him, Erin's hands were still on her crotch, but they were still; she was clearly trying very hard not to cum yet. I realized with a nice little jolt that she was staring at my cock as I jerked off. I groaned and fucked my hand and realized I was going to go off soon, too. But the look on Katie's face was the best yet, because you could see her feeling her orgasm's approach, but it was coming without her help, whatever she did or didn't do, to ravage her.

I said, "Show me your pussy, Katie," wondering if it would set her off, but pretty sure she would do it. She quickly jumped up, standing on the bed; there was actually a large wet spot on the bed where she'd been sitting. She shoved her dress the rest of the way down her legs to her ankles, revealing at last her delicate young mound, and a fine dark wisp of hair. We all groaned. She looked flawless. Her captivating pussy was eye level for me, and I was lost in her soft, dark pubes, drawn to the neat little slit tucked away beneath them. She was unmistakeably wet. Very wet. I could see her shiny slickness all along the inside of both her thighs. I could smell her heat and wetness. She stepped out of the puddle of clothes with her right foot so she could stand with her legs slightly apart.

All of us stroking ourselves while staring at her coochie was what seemed to send her over the edge. She grimaced, and her breath caught. She grunted loudly from deep in her abdomen as her entire body seemed to clench. What began as a low moaning whine climbed quickly toward a shriek, as she squatted part way down, grinding her aching little cunt into the empty air, hands on her ass as if to give her more leverage to push her dripping pussy forward. A thick white glob welled out of her tender opening, and her hips jerked forward on their own, brazenly thrusting her sopping, orgasming vagina forward for her young friends to see.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! Ungh! Shit! Cumming..... I'm...I'm... OH SHIT!"

We all saw the muscles in her belly clench again, and then she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed, thrusting her young cunny lewdly upwards, moaning and grunting shamelessly as the orgasm had its way with her. Her cunt was convulsing, and a milky fluid was seeping obscenely out of her, down over her clenching and spasming asshole. She groaned again, and took a shuddering breath, and opened her eyes. Our eyes met, and with a desperate look, Katie began to grunt again; she fought it, trying to speak.

"I'm still... I'm still... I'm still... uh...uh...ungh...oh shit oh fuck OH FUCK! UNGH!!! FUCK!!!

One by one, the rest of us began to pop off with her. I heard Kevin take a deep breath, and then begin to bellow out his orgasm, fucking his hand and pumping out long pearly ropes of cum onto the carpet four feet in front of him. Erin saw that, lifted her round little ass and scooted her sweatpants and soaked panties down around her knees, finally exposing her tight, bare little slit. She immediately shoved two fingers up into her cunt, and then began to cum on them, absolutely screaming as she finger fucked herself. Through it all, Katie grunted, and bucked and writhed, her sopping, open cunt clutching at nothing as her wetness dripped out of her, and she came and came and came. 

Finally adding my voice to the chorus, I rose up on my knees, moaning, blatantly jerking my cock in Katie's direction. A huge orgasm burst out from around my balls, and engulfed me. With a lewd groan of luxurious release, I pumped the first heavy spurts of thick white jism out, deliberately splashing my load onto Katie's bare thighs, including one big splash that landed hotly on her mound, and began to drip down her crotch.




The Aphrodisiac Compound



Each warm drop seemed to jolt Katie, and impossibly, a last crest of climax tore through her , again sending her twitching and grunting even harder, her moans almost sobs as her own little cunt fucked the shit out of her just a bit more. It was hard to say at what point she stopped actually cumming and instead lay in the very damp spot she had made on the bed, twitching, exhausted, and catching her breath. A moment after that, though, we all began to laugh.



The Aphrodite Project



Before reading: Please note that this story has a steady pace, and there isn't a great deal of sex of any kind until about a third of the way through. 

It also has themes that won't appeal to everyone. If you're not keen on femdom then there's a chance you won't enjoy the story. The man in this story is gradually subjugated by dynamic women. 

*****

"I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in." 

George S. McGovern - American historian and politician

1

The couch was more comfortable than its stiff lines made it seem. Jon sat back for a moment to take in the open and sleek office around him. Men and women wearing pallid greys hovered noiselessly in the mid-distance. A clean-cut man with rimless glasses nodded hello to him on the way to his desk. 

Jon responded awkwardly. He felt scruffy. It wasn't just his stubble, plaid shirt and jeans; it was an internal untidiness that dawned on him. He was in an unfamiliar world, and he might have been worried that he didn't belong had he not already ruled out ever joining it.

He unfolded his copy of G2 and hadn't read a sentence before someone interrupted delicately. 

"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee Mr Roeder?"

It was a lad straight out of school, but immaculately presented like everyone else around here. 

"Uh, no thanks." 

Jon saw his chance to get a bit more information. "But could you tell me a sec - what does Mr Fournier do here?"

Amused incredulity flashed across the kid's face. When he saw Jon was serious he composed himself and said, "Well, he's a project manager. Have you heard of SwiftRail? The Maglev project? He's coordinating the whole thing. He flew back from a meeting in Germany to..."

"Just to see me? Bloody hell."

A few paragraphs later, Edward Fournier came out, shook Jon's hand, patted his arm with brotherly warmth and led him to his office. London rolled out in the window behind Fournier's desk, one green bend of the Thames and the dark glass and chrome of the city. The office and Fournier's desk were bare. It didn't look he spent much time here.

Jon put Fournier in his late-30s. His brown hair was neatly parted and trimmed to precision. There were flecks of grey above his ears, his high cheekbones were supporting dark, powdery eyes that betrayed an all-nighter, or overnight travel. He had a faintly deferential aspect towards Jon, which Jon guessed not many people round here had seen.

This was not an interview, and while Jon assumed that many a candidate had sat before Fournier desperate to make a good impression, this encounter would be very different. Jon would ask the questions, and this man of real status would spend the next hour doing his best to convince.

"Yes, SwiftRail - essentially an underground vacuum tube between London and Manchester. 15-minute journey times, totally sustainable, no fossil fuels, countless jobs created. And above ground the old railway line will become a new national trail for walkers. The idea wasn't mine, but I fought fucking hard for it."

Fournier addressed the matter at hand.

"It's three weeks. Something like a boot camp, but they won't be shouting at you like a drill sergeant or anything like that."

"Although you will get in shape. You do a lot of exercise, but there's a spiritual side as well. Funny, I never thought it would be so hard to explain..." He took a deep breath before starting over. "So you go to this lovely country estate and the days just fly by. There's no time to dwell on doubts or get homesick."

"Does it work?"

"Oh yes," Fournier insisted. "You get in great shape, and you learn so much about yourself, without even trying. I bet you've been selected for the same reason as me - headhunted because of your situation and outlook on life. I reckon there are a lot of people like us, who have talent and are clearly intelligent, but are...well, rudderless. I see them every few months when we interview a new batch of graduates. No spirit; no passion. Sorry."

Jon shrugged. Fournier had his number. 

"This..." Fournier made a circling motion around the office with his finger, "might not be your dream, but it's mine for sure. After my three weeks on the program everything was so clear. A few years later I'm the youngest guy leading these projects. Infrastructure, affordable housing, parks; things that transform places and really improve people's lives."

"Just knowing what you want to do and caring enough to go for it. That's the trick to a great career. It's as simple as pinpointing that goal. If you're smart enough, and I think we are, the rest is easy. And you'll find all this out."

"That's what those women..." Fournier corrected himself, "... and men - guys, know how to do. If you work hard and throw yourself into the program it will be over before you know it, and all the while you'll be getting amazing insights about who you are. It's intense - christ, I've said all this already - and it's so focussed because you're the only one there."

"But why the secrecy? I mean, I bumped into Alice at a career's fair. I guess she was my headhunter. But there's nothing online; no email. Well, I had doubts"

"They may have been watching you for a while. That's just how they work. Kind of refreshing isn't? It's a charitable, altruistic organisation, and there's simply an understanding to keep it low-key and avoid the wrong kind of attention. I suppose you can think of me as a customer endorsement. But wait", Edward said with a friendly chuckle as he mimicked the old infomercial spiel, "...don't take my word for it. I've got a few numbers of other alumni on my phone."

And just as he picked the phone up it rang in his hand. Fournier glanced at the screen and tightened, visibly. "Excuse me, I have to take this."

Looking out to the river, Jon thought back to Alice two weeks before. The final exam of his master's degree was a few days behind him, and still none the wiser about his future after six years of higher education, he was desperate for some inspiration.

But inspiration eluded him at the careers fair. If Alice had been watching him all along, she'd have observed a glum-looking man trudging lost around the hall. As he was getting ready to leave she tapped him on the shoulder. They found a quiet corner where she assessed him for half an hour, deeming him eligible for a three week course.

Fournier was just outside the door to the office. For a moment Jon thought he sounded a little flustered, his voice rising above a murmur, and pleading, "...no, you don't need to do that to me. I promise...", before falling back down to an indiscernible drone. 

Jon mused, "Guess there's always someone bigger no matter how high you go."

Alice had grabbed Jon's attention that day at the career's fair. This was also true. Was she beautiful? He couldn't tell. But there was something magnetic in her paleness, and the sharp, upward flick of her flexuous lips exuded confidence. Her eyes were round and bright, almost circular and set off sharply by dark makeup. Her obsidian hair flowed down to her shoulder, culminating in loose curls that caressed her long neck.

Her cleavage was exposed, marginally more than he'd expected to see at this sort of event. It was a deceptively deep, soft, snowy fold, and he was careful not to stare as she probed him gently about his situation and plans for the future over a cup of tea. She nodded and hummed empathetically, confidently meeting his gaze with her wide, expressive eyes when he spoke. 

Jon was at the end of a master's degree in Film Studues. As far as his professor, Leslie Hardwick, was aware he would go for a phd, but unbeknownst to her Jon was desperate to call it quits. She adored him and had him lined up for a life in academia, but he was now stringing her along, and didn't know how to break the news to someone who had high hopes for him. He wanted to get a job, get far away from his parents, but had not a single clue what he wanted to be. 

The problem was that in a deep recess in his mind, he feared he wasn't strong enough for the working world. He wouldn't be able to bounce back from the rejection that is part of most job hunts, and if he got a foothold, corporate life would chew him up. He just couldn't assert himself onto other people, much less steamroll them - he was naturally passive and retiring. 

Yet the guilt of leeching off mum and dad, and dodging the confrontation with Professor Hardwick had spurred him to visit that job fair just before his final exam, with few expectations. His prospects weren't that bad, but he lacked fire; a damp apathetic fug followed him around. 

Edward came back into the room with a sigh and shuffled back into his chair, composed once more.

"This job, eh! Anyway, have you given it some thought?"

"Yeah, I think I'm going to go for it. Don't worry about the other alumni. I've heard enough here.."

Fournier looked surprised and relieved; he was smiling broadly and without a trace of guile. Like a naughty child spared punishment by a lucky twist of fate.

"Oh, good on you, Jon. It's the best decision you've ever made. I promise."

2

"I love you", muttered Kathy as they prepared to part. It was the 1st of June, and Jon was packed and ready to go. Fournier had sent him road directions, but asked that he kept them to himself. Jon felt privileged, and this sense of pride overcame the shame of holding details back from his girlfriend.

"I love you too", mumbled Jon, abashed.

"I can't believe you won't be able to call me while you're there. It's not on.", Kathy protested one last time.

"Yeah, I know", Jon offered apologetically. "I'll see if I can sort something out. But I think it's strictly emergencies only."

Kathy was troubled by the whole thing. But of course she would be. She hadn't met Fournier or Alice. And she hadn't been headhunted. Jon was sure it wasn't jealousy; just that she couldn't know what he was feeling, and why he was so excited about what lay ahead. 

It didn't help that their last night together had been less than perfect. Stepping out of a bar arm-in-arm, they were pestered by a group of drunk young lads more interested in Kathy than they were in Jon. Nudged to one side and helplessly watching an ugly situation unfold, Jon missed his cue to step in, and waited helpless as they badgered and jostled her. If Jon had stood up for his girlfriend, a fight would no doubt have ensued, and outnumbered four-to-one Jon might have ended up in hospital. As it was Kathy was shaken up, and lads moved on after splashing beer on her dress. It was over in seconds. A minor incident, but the timing could not have been worse.

Plans of goodbye intimacy that night were torn up on the spot. Jon felt emasculated and ashamed. Kathy didn't blame him for not sacrificing himself for her; "it might have made it worse for both of us", but he could feel her trembling. They slept at his bed and he held her in his arms until he fell asleep.

After their meeting, Fournier had phoned Jon to brief him with details. There would be no internet, no phones; a complete break from the trappings of everyday life would be needed. Jon would need to commit to the program for it to work, but would be free to walk away at any time. Fournier assured him again that he would love it.

These rules, skeletal and not fleshed out by any other information, had freighted pangs of trepidation as the first day approached, but it would be worth it if he could find out what he was supposed to do with his life. He was sure that a confident, focussed Jon would have made the right call in situations like last night. 

He needed a reason to fight for what he wanted. 

During the next three weeks, Jon would have to miss Kathy's cousin's wedding, which meant private relief for Jon, but annoyance for Kathy. He grinned mischievously when he thought about it. But apart from that it would amount to little more than an extended holiday. They had been a couple for six months, and, as obstacles go, this break would be negotiable - like a fallen tree across a forest path. 

They kissed and held held each other for a few seconds. She smiled at him when he promised he knew what he was doing. As he pulled away he wished the timing could have been better, and he glanced in the mirror to see Kathy looking lost and vulnerable in his parents' driveway. 

It took four hours to reach the estate. Specks of dust danced around his fiesta in the bright sun, and he passed the journey listening to music for the last time for a few weeks. From the four wide lanes of the M3 he got onto an A-road, and from that he pulled into a country lane flanked by thick foliage that interlinked a few metres above the road surface. The road wound along the side of a valley for several miles, before he saw the landmark; an old tudor cottage that was once the gatehouse of the property.

Jon pulled onto a track next to it and heard the gravel crunch beneath his wheels. Towering ash trees obscured his view, but after a curve in the track he came to a modern-looking gate protected by dark brick walls. He spoke tentatively into the intercom when he heard a woman's sharp, inquisitory voice. After a pause the gates opened noiselessly.

The track continued through a copse, and then opened out onto a vast green space, which sloped steadily up to an imposing stately home in the mid-distance. The track led to the front of the building, hugging the edge of deciduous woodland that took up a whole swathe of the property. Approaching the house he was drawn to its tall windows and turreted chimneys. He tried to put a date on it - 1600s maybe, old and grand.

As he approached he noticed four figures standing in front of the portico. All women. He recognised Alice and made an effort to catch her eye as he parked up. None of the women approached him as he got out of the car, leaving him to crunch his way sheepishly across the gravel to introduce himself to them, watching him the whole time.

"Er, hello."

"Hello Jon Roeder", said the eldest, a refined woman in her 40s. Wearing a black formal dress, she had long, dark hair and slightly accentuated, round cheekbones. 

"You're a little late and we want to get started as soon as possible." Her tone was warm and maternal, if her words were to the point 

"I'm Lauren. I know you've met Alice, and this is Olwen and Jennifer. You'll have time to get to know each other later, but first I'll get you settled in." Jon adjusted to this matter of factness with a characteristic nervous laugh and nodded hello, but he sensed Lauren was already on the move behind him and expected him to follow. 

He took a step towards the building and was wrong-footed as Lauren strode away from the door and towards the woodland to the side. A few paces behind her and trotting to keep up, Jon marked her height; a good couple of inches taller than his 5 feet 10. Her black heels clipped their way across the gravel drive, which gave way to a stone path when they reached the trees. They had to sidestep through a dense thicket lined the outer edge of the woodland and obscured the view from the house. But after a squeeze they were in the forest, with trees at wide intervals and damp, mossy air. 

Their destination wasn't clear until they were almost on top of it; a glass dome that reflected the trees, and it was only when they confronted the structure that he could size it up.

It was a strange biome, about the length and breadth of a tennis court, with green hexagonal tiles that camouflaged it in the forest. The apex was high, several metres off the ground, but well below the canopy of the ancient trees around them. They had to crouch a little to get inside, and when they did, the building burst into life and Jon was dumbfounded by what he saw.

There were luminous turquoise strips on the floor, tracing their way around the building's minimal amenities. Hexagonal slivers of light glowed softly from the ceiling. Much of the dome appeared to be just open space, so minimal was the design. At the centre was what looked like a bed; an oval padded surface, thicker at one end, but it also had a transparent convex lid that was currently open.

Awe-struck, Jon turned around him to see Lauren tapping away on a touchscreen by the entrance. 

"Is that my bed?" he asked, stammering.

"Yes", she said tersely."This is you." 

And she began pointing at different parts of the dome.

"Bedroom.", the pod-like thing he had just pointed out.

"Laundry", a hatch that led to nowhere, "you'll need to change often."

"Bathroom.", reassuringly, a frosted sphere in a nook on the far side of the dome.

"Exercise area.", an open space with white padded mats.

"Dining area and lounge.", a flat surface that didn't look like any dining table he had ever seen. It was circular, and a tube emerged from the centre like a high-end kitchen tap, feeding into a large plastic beaker. Tracing its circumference was a padded bench. A few steps from this was a kind of couch, contoured to fit the human body. 

"Oh, we'll come to the eating arrangements later. But for now here's a water bottle. You'll need to keep hydrated. Refill it by pushing this button."

She handed him a large sports bottle, the kind he'd never had use for. Gradually he registered the smell of the building; fresh, with a touch of spice, a scent that evoked a souk he had visited in Morocco. Frankincense? He couldn't tell the time of day. It was bright outside, but the shell of the building made it hard to perceive the sunlight. 

Lauren pulled a drawer out from under the sleeping pod. It contained clothing, if he could call it that. She held up a cross between a wetsuit and bodysuit. It had long-sleeves and the lustrous, lycra-style material looked like it was going to be clingy. Responding to Jon's reaction of horror, Lauren tried to appease him, "Think of yourself as an athlete. You're going to do a lot of exercise, and this material has been developed to dry quickly and remove odours. Change when you need to."

"I've never thought of myself as an athlete." Jon was slim enough, but thanks to his exercise-free lifestyle he was on the soft side. 

"I'll give you a few minutes to get dressed and settled. You'll get used to it. And please have your belongings ready for me to take away. I'll be back with Jennifer shortly and you can have lunch."

3

Sheepishly, Jon slipped on the blue-to-green creation. It extended to his wrists and down to just above his knees. He felt very self-conscious, and sought a mirror in the bathroom, but there was none. "Probably for the best", he breathed ruefully. He stuffed the clothes he had on into his bag and dropped his car keys in there too. Momentarily forlorn, he was playing with the idea of sending Kathy a text when the biome's door opened and Lauren returned. 

"I know it might take some getting used to. We'll keep it charged and will let you know if there's an emergency."

She took the bag briskly, and Jennifer stepped in behind. Pausing by the console to type something into it.

Of all the women he'd seen so far, Jennifer looked the youngest. Maybe early-20s.

"Jennifer is our fitness expert. Today will be an intro - one exercise session, then a meal and then some relaxing visualisation with me, and that should round things off until tomorrow."

Jon was aware of himself at this moment. Both of these women were attractive in different ways; Lauren, elegant dark, tall and soft, and Jennifer bright, fair and lithe. She was dressed in the same turquoise colour as him, also in a bodysuit. Her sandy hair was tied back, setting off her delicate features; a cute mouth, freckled cheek, oval jaw and pert nose. Jon could sense his small gut protruding and was anxious about humiliating himself.

"Are you ready to go?"

She overflowed with peppy and cartoonish energy, which, he figured, she'd need if she was going to get him active for the first time since adolescence. 




The Aphrodite Project



"I think so."

"Well let's get your monitor on." 

And she came close, held his hand out, wrist up, and wrapped a lycra band around his wrist that surprised him when it snapped shut and fastened with a click. 

"It's to check your heart rate and other stuff. You'll have it the whole time we're here."

"We'll see what you can take. Let's go for an hour starting...now."

All of a sudden the dome filled with music, and Jennifer hopped over the to the white, matted area. Jon followed, and looked back to notice that Lauren had gone.

"Just follow my lead. I've got your information here." she pointed to a display on her wristband. "We'll slow down if you look like you're in trouble."

Jon still felt ridiculous, but there was a lightness to Jennifer's manner that made him less bashful. She handled him in a cheerful and clinical way that reminded him of a skilful family doctor from his youth. 

And with that he rubbed his left wrist and started to jog on the spot. The first exercise session was underway, and it was grim. The music was just what he feared - loud, brash techno, that he did his best to ignore while trying and failing to keep time with Jennifer. She was too agile; she moved more like a dancer than a personal trainer, effortlessly switching from one exercise to the next, glancing occasionally at her wrist and informing him about his heartrate. "Like there's anything I can do about it", Jon said internally.

They graduated from jogging on the spot to jumping jacks to jabs, then took a few minutes to stretch and started a new sequence with more intensity. The tempo and style of the music adapted itself to their activities. When they were pushing it the music became more bombastic, and when they were stretching it softened and slowed. 45 minutes in and Jon was feeling wretched. He had a persistent stitch in his chest, his bobbing gut was making him queasy, but he pushed himself as he had promised Fournier he would do. Jennifer slowed the pace when he struggled, but always looked comfortable, her fair ponytail blithely bouncing around. He was too tired to admire just how sexy she was.

They were working to a climax, and Jennifer reassured him with a countdown, of minutes and then seconds. Jon crashed to the floor when the session ended. Limbs shaking, he hauled himself up to follow her stretches weakly, before traipsing off to use the shower for the first time. Jennifer said a chirpy goodbye and was gone, leaving him to gulp down water and try make sense of the bathroom fittings. 

"Three weeks of this shit!" he blurted out loud this time.

The water came on as soon as he stepped into the glass cubicle. Once he was under the head, refreshing jets of water burst from the corners of the shower and massaged his body from all sides. It was just what he needed. The all-in-one shower gel and shampoo dispenser was another welcome touch, and he took a few minutes to relax, being soothed unconsciously by the gel's spicy aroma. 

On the wall at chest height was a curious button. It was the size of his hand, with a red diagonal cross on a white background. He tried to make a mental note to ask about it, but would soon forget in the whir of new facts and experiences of the first week. 

Realising that he couldn't get back into his sweat-soaked bodysuit, he stuck his head out the door of the bathroom partition to make sure nobody was around, and sprinted naked over to the bed to get another suit out from the drawer. There must have been 20 there, all meticulously folded. He ran back, changed into it and a wave of relaxation washed over him. The kind that only comes after vigorous exercise, "or sex", he thought.

Sex. In a place with women dressed in skintight lycra, he would need to try hard to keep his mind off that topic. Maybe he could find a way to be cordial with them. But he knew that he wanted to see Alice again. Perhaps there was a chance they might get to know each other.

And as he thought this he looked down at this lycra-clad body and felt inadequate.

"Yeah right."

He left the bathroom a second time to find Alice sitting idly at the dining table. She was wearing a dark green sundress that reached her knees and scooped down to her chest, framing a silver pendant was held in the soft grip of her breasts. He said hello, and sat down on the circular bench opposite her. 

"Hi, I'm so glad you chose to do this. How are you finding it so far?"

"Well, it's different. I'm not used to wearing lycra. And the aerobics were really hard," whimpered Jon in a faux-moany tone that Alice was clearly on board with, "...but I think I can take it. I've got to tell you though, I'm absolutely starving. What time is it?"

Alice looked uncomfortable for a second, before telling him that time didn't exist here. Well, of course it did, but in blocks. "Over the years, we've found that our candidates do better if they lose track of time a little, and put their trust in us for that kind of thing." 

She didn't wait for Jon to interject. "Course, you'll go to bed at night and get up in the morning. But during the day your time will be broken down into sessions."

"Jennifer will exercise with you four hours of the day. You didn't really meet Olwen earlier, but she runs the estate and you'll be helping her for another four. And Lauren will have you in the evenings for visualisation. The occasional meal and spare time you'll be spending with me." She tittered gently when she said this. Was she flirting?

"I'm here to help you get used to it. And for normal conversation. You won't get to talk much with the others, and we find it helps for there to be a little more human contact. I can also answer questions about most things here, but there are some topics we can't talk about."

Jon frowned and felt a twinge of anxiety. "Just so we don't interfere with the process. It's a complicated one, but we know what we're doing. I don't know if Edward Fournier told you, but our alumni tend to go onto big things. Just by being here you future is incredibly bright. It may help to remember this if you have any doubts in the next three weeks."

After a pause,Alice changed tack. "So, do you want to get something weird out of the way?" 

"You mean, weirder?", and they shared a laugh, but Alice had stopped a few moments before Jon realised. And they regarded each other again in awkward silence.

"You won't eat food here either; you'll drink it. Here, let me show you."

She reached across to the tube at the centre of the table, her pendant working loose from between her pale breasts and dangled from her neck. Her eyes met Jon's and she tapped a display on her wrist, identical to the one Jennifer had used earlier. She held the tube between a gracile thumb and forefinger, and after faint rumble beneath the table, an opaque and viscous green liquid began to spout into the beaker. It slipped into the cup where it rested like bread dough.

"Now this will take some getting used to - more than anything else perhaps - but everything you need is in this cup. It's a perfectly balanced diet that has been developed by the MOD for extended army patrols, as it happens. The taste is pleasant, and you'll find you'll find it fills you up quickly."

"But, but what's wrong with normal food?" 

Alice's red lips parted in a tender, patronising smile. "Nothing, but this way we can guarantee you get the right stuff. If you think of this course as holistic, getting to grips with your mind, body and...soul" she grunted impatiently at the word, 'soul' because it wasn't quite right,"then diet is crucial, just like the aerobics with Jennifer, and just like the activities with Olwen and Lauren. Everything combines."

"OK, ok!" said Jon with mock impatience. 

"Shall I hold my nose?"

"Oh, it's not that bad. You'll like it I promise."

And Jon lifted the beaker to his mouth and felt the gloop touch his lips. He wanted to recoil, but there under Alice's expectant gaze he felt he had to make an effort. He took a gulp. It tasted like pancake batter as it rolled over his tongue. But after another gulp he noticed he was feeling very full. There was still some left in his mouth, and it would be a real effort to get it down. 

Alice was rapt by this display, her lively eyes watching him intently, so Jon glugged the remainder, feeling thoroughly bloated once it was in his system. He took a deep, laboured breath and sat back in his seat. The thought of repeating this three times a day made his stomach uneasy.

"Well done!" she breathed ."I haven't seen someone take so much in their first go...I hope you won't feel it too much."

"Feel what?"

"You'll see." She said, before diverting Jon's attention.

"Oh, you've got your wristband on already. I hope it's not a pain."

Jon tugged at it nervously. "It's OK. It feels a bit clammy. What is it, some kind of prison tag?"

"Oh my, no. Even now it's sending data to this building - your pulse, body temperature and more besides. There are hundreds of little processes happening all the time - it even analyses your sweat and can tell the dome what nutrients you need in your food."

Jon's head had been spinning all day, and he starting to feel overloaded. .

4

When it turned dark Lauren stepped into the dome. She shivered a little from the brisk twilight air and approached the table, happy to see Alice and Jon in conversation. Alice told Jon she'd see him tomorrow, and Lauren asked him to lie down on the couch and close his eyes. Once again she entered something into the console, and all at once Jon realised how tired he was.

He hoped he wouldn't have to participate too much, because now his eyes were shut he was struggling to pay attention.

In the distance he heard Lauren's voice. Insistent and strong; throaty but feminine and refined. She spoke slowly and deliberately, emphasising on words like "safe", "calm" and "happy". It was a strain to follow her thread, and he was relieved when she told him to relax, and more so when she said it again, and even more when he heard it a third time. And then: nothing.

Jon saw Lauren, chic and graceful, on a wet London street, and recognising her he went to say hello. She was in a mac, which had a sheen from the rain. He motioned to give her a friendly peck, and she pulled him in warmly, whispering something he couldn't understand. Her dark silken hair tickled his nose and he felt her plump, painted lips planting on his cheek. She pushed away, and turned so that she could kiss him on the other cheek, Mediterranean-style. Jon prepared to step back and start a conversation, but she cut him off and drew him back to kiss the first cheek again. 

The rain continued to fall, and crowds parted and passed them by. And still she kissed him, alternating cheeks. Over and over. Through her coat, her breasts pushed against him and spread across his chest as she gripped his lapels. He was stuck fast, helpless at her whim. Motionless by choice or because she was holding him, he didn't know. He opened his eyes and saw hers staring into them. Smoky, dark, and unfathomably deep. She drew one hand up behind his head, forcing his head back. Her gaze penetrated him and she spoke once more. "Smile."

Jon awoke gradually, like the sun rising. There were no bumps; no car alarms outside; no doors slamming; no knocks at his bedroom door, and no bickering voices arguing about domestic matters. Just growing consciousness of the silence, wan light and the brush of cool air on his face. He was in the pod, and the glass lid was lifting glacially above his head.

He rose unprompted and realised that he hadn't taken off his outfit from the night before. He stretched and as he walked over to the bathroom, he noticed that his footsteps fell silently on the floor. Taking the chance to brush his teeth, he tasted the same spicy quality to the toothpaste that he had detected in the shower, and when he had entered the dome the day before.

Thinking of which, he was looking forward to getting outside and seeing real daylight again. He refilled his water bottle and saw his beaker from the night before, clean and waiting beneath the tap. Oddly he thought, the notion of eating or drinking that gloop again didn't seem so awful. In fact, it made him hungry . Maybe because his belly was beginning to gnaw at him and he knew there was nothing else.

Jennifer arrived as he left the bathroom, signalling the start of a new day. She was wrapped tightly - almost lewdly - in lycra again and was just as chipper as yesterday. She bounded over to the exercise area, and as she limbered up he observed her body; slim, lean and lightly toned. He watched the light play on her body and saw the small mounds of her nipples straining at the tight material of her chest. For the briefest moment he worried he might get hard at the sight, but the feeling passed.

"We're going for a double session now, and then again before your evening meal." 

Responding to Jon's involuntary doubtful reaction.

"Come on, you're a fit lad. You came through yesterday just fine and I was pushing you so hard."

He was too proud to tell her he was putting on brave face, maybe even showing off a little. 

It was murder from start to finish. Today Jennifer incorporated all sorts of press-ups, tricep dips and plank walks, and Jon's arms shook as they supported his bodyweight for the first time in his life. The music was even more jarring than the previous day. Obnoxious synths hummed like a handsaw in his brain. The beat jolted his bones and made him feel like he was losing control. He simply could not keep time.

During the most stressful spells, Jennifer became a stormy blur of bobbing hair and glossy green spandex. His vision distorted by sweat and exhaustion. With vague shame he saw saliva fly from his mouth and mingle with the drops of sweat that had dabbed onto the soft surface of the exercise area.

Jennifer pretended not to notice the mess, and was unaffected by the intense exercise. She maintained a cheerful facade, and when things got tough she smiled more. Jon wondered if she was some kind of robot.

It felt endless, and there had been so many false finishes that he doubted Jennifer when she finally brought the torture to a close, bounding over to him to congratulate him. He indulged her perfunctorily, reached for his water bottle for what felt like the hundredth time and hauled himself over to the table, hoping she would go away forever. 

When the queasy feeling eased, he started craving gloop, and watched greedily as it flopped from the tube into his beaker. This time he sipped, and it dawned on him that he was even savouring it.

He limped into the shower to get pummelled again and had a few minutes to wonder what would follow, and why there were no men at this place, when he made out a figure approaching through the woods. The biome's door opened with a swish and over the threshold for the very first time strode the voluptuous frame of Olwen. 

Her jet black hair was coiffed to a short bob, framing a triangular face with a bold, sharp nose that belied the softness of her body. Large shades obscured her eyes. An olive green satin blouse clung to her chest, accentuating her buxom curves. She wore a black pencil skirt and shiny heels. Jon got up to greet her, but she had set off in a whirl and harshly directed him to follow her. He fumbled to get his trainers on and tried to catch the woman who was already sashaying along the path towards the house calling back to him to "hurry the fuck up!". 

It was another fine day, and he was glad to be outside Olwen's brusqueness had done nothing to dampen his spirit. He'd found it charming, and, patronising her in his mind, already had designs to wear down her edge by being sympathetic and attentive to her commands.

Her hips swung as she marched towards the house. He followed her through the entrance for the first time and squinted in the dusky light of the hallway, struck by the scale of the house. The design was demure, with just a bit more detail than minimal. There was another console by the door, and the large panelled doors that branched off it were all closed. A plush floral carpet absorbed his footsteps and he followed Olwen's rubenesque frame past a wide stairway to an office at the rear of the building.

Olwen took a seat at the desk facing the entrance and regarded him with soft ridicule. Her sharp lips twitched with a cruel smile. He would get acquainted with the look she was giving him; tilting her head back to peer down her nose at him. Jon felt self-conscious in his uniform again and tried to avoid her gaze by letting his eyes wander around the place. On one side of the long room was an ornate fireplace with a broad mantelpiece, and on the other was a row of leadlight windows shaded by venetian blinds. There was nowhere for him to sit. 

"There's a service entrance in the kitchen next door. You'll use that from now on."

"Right you are", said Jon with exaggerated deferentiality, but Olwen's fierce expression cowed him straight away. She pulled her glasses off to reveal large, languid eyes with a dark kohl trim and large, fan-like lashes. 

Setting them down on the table deliberately, she spoke again, addressing him impersonally like a prison warden briefing a crowd of fresh inmates. 

"You're going to work hard for me every day, and it will test your spirit to the limit. It will be mildly entertaining for me, and if you do everything I tell you, it will slowly get easier for you." Olwen raised her chin as she addressed him. 

"The main rule is not to address me unless it's absolutely necessary. The rest you'll pick up from trial and error. I expect a lot of error." 

"If you need me report here and don't say a word until I speak to you. You'll find your instructions in the kitchen."

"One more thing:", Olwen paused and scrutinised Jon like a museum exhibit." ...smile."

Jon found her insultingly didactic but he smiled with complete abandon. He was positively grinning, and he didn't know why. As if from a vent on the deep sea floor warmth trickled through his cold body.

Olwen lit up and sniggered when she saw this, composed herself and turned to the computer, making it clear she was done with him for now. 

The kitchen was huge, with three rows of counters, sinks and ovens, and a cavernous fireplace where huge lumps of meat might have been roasted for historical banquets. The windows were a couple of metres off the floor; wide, rectangular sheets of vintage glass, textured and warped, casting faint patterns on the kitchen's surfaces. 

In one corner was an electric kettle as well as a until with a plastic tube, similar to the one he got his meals from. On the wall was a panel with a list of the rooms around the house. Next to each one was an LED. Jon found his instructions on the counter.

A sheet of paper read, "Stay here and wait to be called."

And he waited, and waited. The sunlight swung around the room, he was sure that hours were passing, and still he waited. He wondered if he should go back to the difficult woman in the room and ask her what on Earth was going on. He was the butt of a joke. He thought about leaving and going back to his dome. He heard a phone ring in the other room, and Olwen's voice murmuring. 

The kitchen was dark and cool, and Jon shivered in his outfit and fiddled with his wristband, which was pressing uncomfortably on his skin. He felt glad that he hadn't caught sight of himself in a mirror yet. He wondered about his stubble, which would start to look scruffy in a couple of days, and he hadn't even thought about his hair, something he usually fussed over when he was alone. He thought about Kathy, and wondered if he might be able to contact her somewhere down the line. 

And then at long last a light blinked on the panel above the kettle. It was the office, and in the absence of having anything else to do Jon took his cue to confront Olwen again. She didn't look up when he entered the room, but said one word. 




The Aphrodite Project



"Tea."

Jon paused for a moment, which was enough to elicit an impatient glare from Olwen.

He did the best he could, opening and closing the multitude of drawers and cupboards to find what he needed. He found a mug, boiled the water and brewed the tea, letting it stand for a couple of minutes before adding milk. Not knowing whether she wanted sugar, he found a jar full of perfect cubes and in his haste grabbed a couple before rushing back to Olwen.

When he set the mug and cubes on her desk he knew something was wrong. 

"No. Try again. Take your time and do it properly."

Aghast, Jon picked everything up and returned wearily to the kitchen. His pride was bruised and he felt no little resentment towards this cow. Taking a breath and pondering the situation, it occurred to him in his strop that he could leave right now and go back to Kathy and the comfort of his mum and dad's house. The internet, a square meal, his playstation and all of a sudden, the idea of a wank called to him. 

But slowly he began to concern himself with what Olwen wanted. A few months earlier Jon had taken Kathy to afternoon tea at a posh hotel. Remembering Fournier beseeching him to give everything to the process, he figured he should try his best. So he spent a few minutes rifling through the cupboards, fridge and pantry gathering together what he needed. He found a fancy tea set and a tray.

He found biscuits and cakes, and found the means to make sandwiches, cutting them into fingers. He arranged the tray as precisely as he could and when he was sure that he would avoid humiliation again set off for the office once more. So prickled was he by her rejection that he felt that doing a good job would be an act of defiance.

This time Olwen watched him when he entered the room, and recognising the improvement, patronised him even more. "Better. See I knew you could do it. Well done"

"Wait for while and you can go off and drink your gloop."

He knew she was mocking him, and he was aware that there was something unfair about what was going on, but her praise made him feel good. He watched in pride as she finished the tea, pinching the delicate handle of the cup with manicured fingers. Her blouse was open to the third button, and a small billow of pale cleavage pressed against the tautened, glossy material.

When she was finished she lowered her head and returned distractedly to her work. Waiting awkwardly in the centre of the room, Jon studied her face and the frown twitching above her eyebrows. He deduced that he was no longer needed and silently gathered the tea paraphernalia and made his way back to the door. As he left Olwen's office he heard her call, "Well done", and though her tone was snide and the scene had been emasculating, he felt proud.

The shadows in the grounds grew and the shaded areas dimmed. A mini-storm of flies caught the sunlight above the lawn outside the kitchen window, and for the first time Jon noted the disequilibrium of having no way to tell the time. The only indication of its passage was in his transfer from one woman to next..

There was a tap at the exterior door, and he could make out Jennifer hopping about, warming up through the frosted glass. An hour of peppy hell awaited. But just as Jon felt he had been subversive by wrong-footing Olwen with his catering skills, he wanted to defy Jennifer by keeping up with her. They jogged back to the dome and he felt soothed by the soft dusk, which reminded him of childhood summer holidays in the countryside. If everything else was tough, he was still in a special place doing something only a privileged few even knew about. 

And so, steeled by the events of the day, he gave everything as they exercised, and was cheered by Jennifer's nods of approval. When it ended he felt the same quivers of nausea, but was able ignore them, knowing that his gloop would make him feel better.  

Jon washed, changed into a fresh uniform and basked in the feeling of being alone as he sipped his dinner, detecting - and guiltlessly enjoying - the doughy flavour. 

He took a tour of his home, observed the walls and floors that were made of some material he couldn't identify. It was carbon-coloured, dull and yielded to pressure, rendering contact noiseless, as he had noticed with the floor. Almost every fitting was made from this strange substance, including the structure of his bed; that strange pod. He looked at the cavity in which he slept and ran his hand along the interior, tracing a web of small holes near where his head would rest, figuring it was some kind of loudspeaker or vent.

From behind, Alice asked, "Fancy watching a film?"

Disregarding Jon's jolt of surprise, Alice started tapping at the display by the entrance, and, over by the exercise area a panel slid open with a low hum, revealing a large screen. After no entertainment to speak of for two days, Jon was looking forward to the distraction. 

"Of course, Jon, it can't be junk. To fit in with what we're trying to do here, the films we show have to be challenging. But knowing that you're a film student I'm sure you'll get something out of them."

The dome grew dark as the film began. What he got was the uncut version of Walerian Borowczyk's La Bête, a mid-70s erotic drama, that Alice watched impassively on the bench beside him. It was lyrical and comical for an hour, but the finale was torrid and bizarre. The film's Beast, resembling a werewolf, chases an 18th-century woman through woodland to a harpsichord soundtrack, closing in on her as she loses items of clothing in the struggle. She tries to climb a tree to escape, but the monster catches her as she dangles helplessly from a branch. 

Jon glanced sideways at Alice as on the screen the beast's obscene cock was leaking gobs of cum long before it even enters the woman it had been chasing. Alice was nonchalantly watching the screen, running the tip of her finger lightly from her chin down to her collarbone. 

Propelled by its raw, visceral arousal it has only one aim; to mate with her before it dies. The scene was graphic, but what staved off a sense of mortification and grabbed Jon's attention was sight of semen that kept flowing from its penis. It mesmerised him to the point that he hadn't sensed his own cock growing, creating a large, visible bulge in his outfit.

Jon just wasn't aware of it. He saw Alice crane slightly to observe him, but paid no heed as he continued watching the screen. The film was ending but he was still entranced, and the hard-on had subsided before he gathered his thoughts and stirred. The film was lurid and definitely pornographic, but he supposed it was just about elegant enough to be passed off as something artistic and appropriate for this kind of situation. 

He was still comforting himself with this excuse when Lauren arrived. Alice bade Jon goodnight, and he hunkered down into the couch without invitation, waiting for Lauren's words. Once more she told him to relax. She spoke at length about breathing slowly, and releasing the tension from his body. After a while he could no longer follow her words, but instead clung to her hand as she floated and wisped at speed over a dark landscape. After a while longer he felt nothing.

Jon remembered the woodland from the film. He saw the canopy high above him and moved reverently past the thick, gnarled trunks of ancient trees. As he walked he found it difficult to complete a stride; his feet were getting caught and he was beginning to trip. He looked down, and ivy had become entwined with his legs. 

Uncowed he attempted a big leap to break free, but with this exertion the ivy answered with the same force and brought him to down to his knees. He wriggled forwards in a futile attempt to escape, but felt resistance as the ivy tightened around his thighs. Its power was subtle; overwhelming him in stages, pulling him and tipping him slowly onto his front. Every shift of balance he made was countered deftly until he was teetering on his knees. He saw the ivy on his arms and felt a final nudge send him face first into a spongy bed of leaves and moss.

His body, now trapped, was manoevered onto its back. He saw the the branches sway and the black blur of solitary birds landing and taking flight. The sunlight glowed green through the foliage and the earthy, cool scent of the forest counselled him to stop struggling. He looked down at his body. Flexuous tendrils crept over his jeans, nodding as in time-lapse; ungainly but purposeful and intelligent. They weaved through the loop on his zipper and eased it open to a numb feeling of dread.

The tendrils waited, and the forest began to whisper a phrase. "Submit to feminine love", it urged him, and the voice grew from a delicate wisp to a melodious, rhythmic entreaty. He knew it was enfeebling him, and that it would not stop. The fear ebbed away, overcome by anticipation at the act of succumbing. When at last he obeyed the instruction, the tendrils reanimated. They prised his arms away from his chest by the wrist, and he saw their pale green twists wrap snugly against his neck, damp and fleshy on his skin.

Sensing dull motion on his thighs, Jon raised his head to see his hard penis caressed and guided into a silken pink tube, a flower never seen before. Dewey and warm, it closed around him and gripped him and made him gasp. A breeze picked up and the tube danced on the air, up and down, and accompanied once more by the order to submit, now urgent, almost pained. 

His cock slid up and down, and slick moisture eased its path, dripping from the vessel and down his shaft, gathering at the base with every thrust. 

Free, frictionless and unyielding, this force was whisking Jon towards the edge of orgasm. He couldn't fight it, he lifted his hips against the motion of the flower, and in that instant saw the lid on his pod raise and shaded sunlight flushing into the dome. He looked down at his hard cock and he remembered everything.

5

By the middle of the first week, Jon was coming to terms with the schedule. He accepted that he might never remember what his sessions with Lauren would be about, but he knew that he associated them with a sensation of safety and tranquility.Yet secretly a powerful, deep arousal was seeping into his being after every session with her. He tried to dismiss it as an accidental side-effect.

His dreams were becoming ever wilder and more sensual, but by day his mind turned to other things; mainly how good he was feeling.

He felt fitter, and perhaps it was wishful thinking but he was sure he had burned off some of the puppy fat that he had been carrying. What's more - he began to look forward to the exercise. Bold, masculine vigour overcame the pain and sickness of the workouts, and after sessions he basked in the famous good-tired sensation he had heard people talk about but had never experienced.

There was also a clarity to his thoughts, an upshot he figured of the change in routine and healthy lifestyle he was leading. It was tough, but, as Fournier had requested, he was giving himself over to the program; exercising as hard as he could, and doing his best to please Olwen, however rude she might be. 

One day, as the first week was coming to a close, Olwen called Jon into her office. He was perfectly attentive, and had hardly missed a beat since that first day. Olwen watched him enter, and invited him to stand at the centre of the room, a few paces in front of her desk. He tried to read her expression, which was faintly threatening. A knowing smile, charged with the same sense of superiority that often lit her sharp, quick features. 

Olwen grinned menacingly, white teeth framed by dark red lips, and it soon morphed into an uncertain frown. She cleared her throat lightly.

"Jon, you're doing well, and you look like you're settling in fine. I just thought I'd take this chance to see if you could, maybe...be a ragdoll for me." These strange last few words lingered in the air with an uncertainty, and she stared at Jon, her face alive with amusement and expectation.

Nonplussed, Jon regarded her blankly. But as he did so, he felt his knees give way and hit the carpet. He dropped limply to the floor like a discarded doll, still watching Olwen as he dropped, as if through a video camera knocked over. Her yelps of laughter filled the room all the while. He didn't get up. He didn't know whether he lacked the capacity to do it, or if his body was telling him not to. And there he remained for what felt like hours; locked in place on the flowery carpet, absently confused and frightened.

Olwen hardly acknowledged him. Apart from when she cooed at him with artificial sympathy. She got out of her chair, wearing a dark green vintage sweater, buttoned to the top, and perched on the edge of her desk. Jon saw her black heels and opaque black tights. She extended both arms to grip the desk beside her. He looked up at her bored eyes as she spoke, "Jon, what happened to you? You've gone all limp. Well at least you'll be able to smile about it later. It will all make sense then."

And when she said the word "smile" he felt emphatically, inexplicably happy and safe once more, despite what had just happened. 

Yet later, when he looked back at that day he knew that this was the first time he became afraid.

Alice was the only one Jon felt he could talk to about Olwen, and when he saw her that night she looked annoyed by what he told her. "There are times when she will seem a bit too much" she said carefully, "and I think she crossed a line today, but you have to know that this is all happening for a reason."

Jon was still very uneasy. "But why did I fall on the floor like that? It was as if I couldn't do anything about it. Like my body wasn't mine.."

"I don't know. But thinking about it, you've been serving her all week. And you've become so good at it that when she gives an order you carry it out without thinking about it too much."

"What? Like I'm conditioned? Shouldn't I be worried about this?"

There was compassion in the way Alice's round eyes contorted as she spoke, "Perhaps, but it's just a sign that you're giving everything to the program, which is what you're supposed to do. You're doing whatever you need to do to get through it. And here we are at the end of the first week already."

This cheered Jon, and knowing that the end was already in sight, he felt like he could steel himself against any future surprises. The bigger picture came back into view. The goal of embarking a career, earning well and starting a life superseded all the little hurdles in the meantime. He also liked the otherness of this small adventure, and felt content to categorise everything he experienced as a one-off.

"I think this all means that she has a certain power over you, as you might expect. I can have a word with her, and she won't know it came from you."

Jon toned down his complaint. "Fine, it's really not such a big deal. It just caught me off guard a bit." 

Alice was confidential and understanding, and it soothed him. But there was something automatic in her manner; her sympathetic hums as he spoke and the way those eyes emoted. It made him wonder how many times she had heard this kind of complaint. 

All the same, rehearsed or not, she was someone to talk to, and she appeared to get him. Jon was drawn to her, all the more for a vague and slowly burgeoning sense of arousal Jon was starting to feel as the program gathered momentum. It wasn't always noticeable, but he wondered if it guided his behaviour and responses in some way, and slowly, unthinkingly, he accepted that it did.

On purpose or not, he was abstaining. And when he realised it had been a week since his last orgasm he shrugged his shoulders, conceding to himself that it might be what was making his interactions with these women increasingly intense. But he felt no confliction, and didn't look for a moment free to masturbate. It simply didn't occur to him; it was lost in the stack of many mysteries about this place, like who these women were, where had they come from, and why all, apart from Lauren, were wearing green all the time. Lauren was by far the most mysterious. It didn't help that he was exhausted and already falling asleep by the time he saw her in the evenings. 

This evening Alice, ever smart, was in a forest-green pencil dress with a boat neckline that reached her collarbones and clung to her body. The short sleeves stopped at her shoulders, baring her smooth, lean arms.

Her hair was up, pulled to the side, and clasped loosely at the back. "I don't know if you're aware, but it's Saturday. You don't get to unwind much here. And I know it's out of the blue, but would you like to dance?"

Jon looked down at his weird spandex creation and back at Alice as if she had lost her mind. He felt a light stab of excitement in his chest as she tilted her head to show she didn't care what he was wearing. 

"Well, OK."

Alice removed her heels and busied herself with the console, while Jon moved over to the exercise area.

Jon wasn't a dancer. At least, not until six or seven drinks when he was out with friends. He couldn't even do it at weddings; there was a self-consciousness that tightened his body to the spine and made his movements awkward and arrhythmic. He'd think about how he'd look to other people and freeze completely, regardless of whether it would disappoint the people he was with and adopt a "too cool for school" aspect to cover his embarrassment.

This occasion was different of course. He still felt engaged by a sense of defiance in the face of doubt, and on top of that he reasoned that there were no observers. 

Music filled the biome. It was like nothing he had heard before. The tempo was low, barely danceable. The production was sparse; just a piano, what sounded like a double bass and a sparse drum beat. It reminded him of the minimalism he had heard with disinterest at a school class a few years back. There was an unpredictability about the melody, that reminded him of jazz. But while Jon trying to define it Alice had taken her place in front of him and had placed his right hand on her white shoulder and had intertwined the fingers of his left with hers. 

He caught sight of her eyes, smelled her sophisticated scent, and his stomach felt hollow. She said nothing, but looked at him with curiosity, like an experiment she was invested in. The tempo picked up and they were off. Jon was self-aware as ever, but to his pride was able to respond to her gestures and make sense of the pattern of her steady, poised movements. It was simple at first, but gained complexity in stages. He looked at his own arms as he moved and was surprised by their contours; so much more defined that just a few days before. 

In phases they would draw each other in, and Jon would breathe the scent Alice's hair and feel her breasts urging gently against his chest. Always self-assured Alice kept eye contact that Jon would be brave enough to meet periodically. She guided their dance with her little hums or one-word instructions. The music was driving him, just as it had started to do when he exercised with Jennifer. It was like he was riding a wave that he had been trying but failing to catch his whole life. Now he was riding it he felt comfortable in his shoes, and like he had less to envy in other people. 

Just as remarkable to him was the idea that this situation could be platonic. Or was it? Alice didn't seem to be initiating anything, but, perhaps an upshot of no relief for a week, it didn't take much to draw Jon's thoughts back to sex. And the smoothness of her skin, her naughty half-smile, and her eyes with their faintly quizzical stare began to send spasms through his body. Part of him wanted to stop; the next time they would pull together she would surely notice a mounting hardness. But his body was dancing to a different tune, uncontrolled by reason.




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Their performance entered a new section; Alice would slide her calf down the side of Jon's leg and surrender her body-weight to his strength. She came closer, bending, gyrating then straightening, all in a smooth motion, taking him with her and trusting him to move her as he chose. He felt her breath against his cheek.

Jon sensed a figure in the room, and saw Lauren had taken a seat at the circular bench. She may have been there for a long time. He loosened his grip, expecting the dance to end, but Alice pulled him in again, now they were together, her hips nudging against him in subtle pulses. He looked at her face to gauge expression and saw her eyes meeting Lauren's, and both smiling. Eventually the tempo slowed once more and they parted gently. 

"I think you'll need to cool him down a bit", Alice joked with Lauren, spoken with a flippance that jarred Jon from his swoon. 

There was no time to make sense of what had just happened. This was getting to be a familiar situation. 

6

He knew the first week was over when he awoke on what must have been the second Monday. Indistinct dreams, of Lauren and Alice, had wafted through his mind. Fumbling for a change of clothes to take to the shower he paused when he noticed something had changed. Piled neatly as before, his outfits were now bright red with reflective hoops from collar to cuffs. Like a prisoner.

"Well, they won't miss me if I try to run."

Jon had entertained the idea of asking to leave after Olwen's little stunt. But normality had returned, and in the meantime he had noticed definition all over his body. His small paunch had shrunk further, and firm abdominal muscles were starting to take its place. There were other less obvious transformations; the leaden, slovenly demeanor that had felt like a permanent part of his being as a student had dissipated, substituted for a lightness of both mind and body. It was in his step, and the ease with which he could chat with Alice. He felt more spontaneous.

"Kathy might not recognise me when I go back."

Kathy! Now there was a blast from the past. When Jon was a child he would spend a couple of weeks every summer at his grandparents' house in the countryside. They were happy times, but every year there would come a point where, amid blur of days spent splashing in rivers, chasing rabbits and climbing trees, Jon was sure he had forgotten what Mum and Dad looked like. 

He tried to picture Kathy, but couldn't quite do it. This wasn't helped by having his phone confiscated; it was full of portraits of the two of them.

At any rate, it was just two more weeks and they'd be together again. "A holiday", he bargained with himself. "She'll be thrilled when she sees this." he patted what was left of his belly and remembered Kathy's light appeals to him get in shape. The way he saw it, Kathy had always been on separate plain to him. Alive, razor-sharp and surely set for big things after her post-graduate course. And although he figured that the fear was based on little more than his own self-esteem problems, the thought of her outgrowing him gnawed at Jon from time to time. Whether his negative opinion of himself was justified or not, she would leave eventually.

Which made his progress all the more agreeable. When it came to vocation he was none the wiser, but he was sure there must be some grand yet oblique purpose to his days serving Olwen. And Lauren carried so much authority that it was natural that she should be imparting deep wisdom. He just wished he could remember it. 

Jennifer entered and Jon almost choked when she saw her. Like him she was in red, but there was less of it. Much less. 

She wore a red wet-look red tank top and matching cycle shorts. The top held her pert breasts up, and they peaked over the neckline in pliable, freckled globes. Just a fraction below the material were the keen buds of her nipples and the top cut off just below her chest to reveal a trim midriff. Chipper as ever, Jennifer ignored his reaction and behaved as if nothing was different. Jon couldn't help wondering what might happen during the jumping segments. These days he couldn't help thinking about a lot of that stuff.

Exercise was a joy. Where before it felt like he was trudging through mud he was now gliding on ice. Jennifer, brow glistening and cheeks flushed, eyed him with approval and stepped up the routine to push him. Every now and again he would see her looking his way and then down at her body as she bounced. And when they stretched she found a way to position him behind her, bending until he could see little more than the lush, convex outline of her butt, bursting through bright red spandex.

He loved and hated it at the same time. He was being teased. The music was fiercer and less apologetic; it hit him on a primal level and he felt like adrenaline was sluicing into his bloodstream with every thumping beat. 

Jon tried to see this objectively; if he were watching another guy in the same situation, at such close quarters with a beautiful woman, would he expect that man to be this aroused? Wiping herself down, Jennifer pulled a hand smoothly across her chest and tugged lightly at the neckline.

"Great work this morning, Jon. You're getting better every day. Tighter too. Catch you later, love."

Jon showered, and wondered absently about the button with the red cross on it. He then made for the table to get some of his gloop. The liquid coursed through the tube, folded into his cup as before. Only now it was blue. Neon blue. He studied it briefly before sipping it in silence as he contemplated the start of a new week.

Next up would be Olwen - stern, unpredictable and intimidating. He made the most of a brief moment alone. As he pulled his cup to his lips he heard something that unnerved him: A voice. It was an almost inaudible murmur. He tried to distinguish the words, but could not; it was a completely different language. He recognised the speaker though. It was Lauren.

Speaking slowly and steadily, her voice filled the dome, but Jon couldn't work out where it was coming from. He could only make it out when he sat perfectly still. It made him uneasy so he rushed to finish up and get ready. 

Olwen hadn't come to get him, which was unusual. So after a brief hesitation he set off on his own. 

As he made his way along the leafy trail to the house he heard a petrol engine cough and ignite followed by the outline of someone shifting across the vast lawn. Jon ducked through the foliage to get a better look, and saw a man. The first man he had seen in a week. He stood for a moment to catch his attention. 

The fellow, dressed in blue overalls and cap appeared not to see him. So Jon waited until he completed another strip with the mower and came back his way. He was now in his line of sight, and Jon raised a hand. The man strode towards him steadily, pushing the mower with two stiff arms. But as he approached from the near distance it became clear something was wrong. He had black, bulging eyes that looked past Jon and the trees to a point just above the horizon. 

Jon was lost for a moment. Maybe he was blind. Or perhaps not all there. He put him at 40, maybe older, and his expression reminded him of a dying soldier in a movie, shot in the head and reacting as if trying to look up at his skull from the inside. 

The house was in shade, and he tiptoed along the drive tracing the lawn, past the large red-brick facade and delicately-painted lead windows, taking one last look at the man before he turned the corner and crept towards the kitchen. The buzz of the mower followed him and grew louder, to the point where Jon was sure he would turn the corner onto the small patch of turf that flanked the house. 

As he reached the kitchen's exterior he was in a rush to get inside, and tripped through the threshold. Recovering, he looked up to see Olwen, arms folded, waiting, wearing a look that told him he was in trouble. Her eyes and upper lip were puckered, and the nostrils on that long, high-born nose flared. 

"You! You're late. Get into the office."

"Alice", Jon thought, as he felt a palm in the centre of his back, forcing him forward, into Olwen's office and up to her desk. 

She was always severe, it was part of her being, but right now she was in overdrive. Was he late? Not really; he'd come straight from breakfast. The only thing that crossed his mind was his conversation with Alice about her. Had he got Olwen in trouble? It was a possibility.

"Sit!"

She jostled him into her seat and propped herself on the corner of the desk to his right, picking up a clipboard and scribbling something down. Jon looked at the monitor in front and saw nothing but a blank screen. 

"In the space of a minute you'll see 10 words at six-second intervals. Remember them and then you have ten seconds to tell me what they are when the minute has elapsed."

"Do you understand?"

And so began the test. For a long time he was required to recall whole, coherent sentences, and the challenge was so simple that he was embarrassed at the clinicism and seriousness of the beeps that timed the challenge. But time passed, and the words became more abstract and disparate. Jon tired and was aware he was making mistakes, but the test continued. 

Each time he read the words back, Olwen's expression was inscrutable. She would watch him with her large, cool eyes and nod when he was finished. 

The day inched by. Jon was unable to take stock and was unsure of how much longer he would be here. And when he tried to consider the idea of getting up, stretching his legs or going to the toilet, he was back in another loop, memorising and reciting, over and over. 

The task was onerous and was taking its toll. In his distant memory were attempts to lighten the mood with a small joke or a chuckle, but Olwen blocked them with a neutral, impassive blankness. He was stuck in a cycle, descending beneath a thick layer of black cloud accumulated by repetition. He wasn't even aware when the words started forming sentences again, or what they meant.

He read on. Repeating sentences automatically, unaware of what he was saying. His only distinct memory was a sly twitch at the corner of Olwen's mouth, painted fingernails sliding down the material of her stockings and a single sentence: "the stronger I get the harder I serve".

And without warning the trial ended. The vagueness soon cleared and Jon felt like he had been napping. He extended his legs unsteadily and looked up to see that he was back in the kitchen reaching out to fill a beaker of gloop.

7

By the time he made it outside there was no sign of the man he had seen earlier. The mellow July sun was setting behind the tall pines on the east of the estate, and Jon was enjoying the feeling of being alone again. Soothed by the glow on the back of his neck, he revelled in this new freedom to fulfil his daily appointments on his own steam.

He figured he'd have the chance to explore the grounds a bit more this week, and even played with the notion of solving some of the mysteries of the place and these people for himself.

He knew it would soon be time for Jennifer's workout, so he savoured the moment and ambled back towards the woodland that enveloped his strange home, still a little groggy from his test. His mind began to drift, and he pictured himself freewheeling on his cycle as a kid. He rolled down country lanes and over humpback bridges near his grandparents' home.

But at once there was a block in the road, vague and blurry. In his mind's eye he tried to picture it and as it came into focus, he said the word aloud: "Button"

The shower button. For a second it was all he could see. He blurted it out again, "Button". Disturbed by his outburst he looked around hoping nobody was around. "Button!". He covered his mouth, but this only made him say "Button" in a muffled voice. 

Now alarmed he crouched, grabbed a handful of turf, and tried to get himself under control. As he calmed, his hijacked voice relented, whispering "push the button". 

During their workout he saw through Jennifer. He was there, but not in the room with her. Everything in his mind was channelled towards the button in the shower. Every hop, press-up, squat and stretch was a countdown to the moment he could get in the shower.

At last the session ended and his heartbeat raced. He watched Jennifer out the door and ran to the glass cubicle. He had no idea why he wanted to push the button so much, and when he tried to make sense of his need he paused, letting the water flow over him and closing his eyes. He opened them again to see his palm resting on the button. He realised he couldn't get his own body under control until he carried this out. First he applied light pressure, then enough to force it in with a click.

The water stopped, followed by a clunk on the door of the cubicle. Jon turned round to test it, and confirmed he was locked in. 

There was a short pause. And then it came; liquid flowed through the shower's many outlets once more. But this wasn't water. It was blood red, but smelled like a concentrated form of the spice that permeated the air around the biome. There was no avoiding it; it sprayed Jon from all angles, and he was saturated in seconds. Rubbing between his digits the substance was thick and slippery. As Jon looked down and inspected his fingers he saw something growing below. In a flash his cock had become turgid and was straining towards his belly. He beheld it with amazement, but didn't have time to react as his attention was diverted to his chest, where two bullets, formerly his nipples were protruding on each side.

He brought his hands up to touch them and the merest contact of his palms flung his head back in ecstasy. 

The liquid continued to flow, covering him in a red film that dangled in gooey strands when he parted his fingers. The pleasure, growing by the second, was almost unbearable. Jon let his hand slip down brought it under his shaft to cradle it his palm and gauge its weight. He was dying to come, but his hand disobeyed and would not grip his cock. He tried again with the other hand and the result was the same. He groaned as the bulbous head of his penis slipped from his weak grasp and bobbed perpendicular to his body.

He was still trying in vain to masturbate when the red gunge was replaced by water and the lock on the door clicked open. 

He heard Alice calling from the main chamber and panicked. 

He dried off clumsily, but the sudden fear brought on by her arrival did nothing to quell his passion. As if powered by jets, but tethered by the membrane of his skin his nipples and penis launched to the forefront of his mind. They were there in a way he had never felt before. Every touch set off a depth charge in his body; the feeling was violent but profoundly moreish. 

As he dried off he was conflicted. There was a battle between his sense of shame and the addiction to pleasure that was as yet unsated. He pulled on his uniform, and just the friction of the material over his body made him feel it would send him sliding helplessly to orgasm. 

Alice called to him again, and, harassed and gasping, he told her he was coming. Which was true in more ways than one. 

He peered down at the protrusions on his chest and between his legs, did his best to compose himself and went out to greet Alice. 

When an erection is this fulminant; this urgent, there's not much you can other than face the music. That Jon was so out of control of his body made him bolder. He wanted to know what had just happened to him, and Alice might as well see him in all his glory so she could get the message and save Jon some awkward conversation. 

When she saw him her eyebrows jumped, but she settled quickly. 

"Just a side-effect." Jon beheld her with disbelief. 

"You pushed the button? That was a minor stimulant we recommend for people who can't keep up with all the mental and physical exertion. You were doing fine so didn't need it - silly. And this is what can happen. Don't worry, I've seen it all before."

Jon wanted to tell her that he couldn't masturbate. He wanted so badly to climax, and his tongue was loosened by his arousal. But he was still ashamed to say it. Too proud to save himself. 

"You might be up for a long time. I think it might be best if Lauren gets here early so you can unwind."

Alice poured Jon a beaker of dinner and beckoned to him to sit down next to her. In a red polka-dot dress and wearing 50s-style red button earrings, she seemed like an anachronism sitting in this strange building, pulled from science fiction.

"Oh Lauren. What does she do exactly? You know, I think I nod off every time I see her."

Alice's voice was flat and serious. "She's helping you improve and find your potential. You're a special person, Jon. She'll help you come to terms with it and grow. Everything we do here starts with her. Up to this point I'm guessing she's been preparing you. I think you'll get to talk to her in a franker way this week sometime."

And just like that Lauren arrived in the woods, far earlier than usual of course. Alice darted out to meet her by the entrance and they shared a few indistinct words. Jon watched Lauren gaze over at him and wondered if the whole thing was more serious than Alice had let on. Soon Lauren stepped in, maternally firm as ever, to send Jon off to a trance once more.

Jon slept uneasily that night. His unconscious thoughts were drenched in sex. When awake Jon's unstoppable desire raged like floodwater behind the groaning dam of his sense of propriety. But when his eyes closed there was no such barrier. 

He saw grey clouds bubbling above like molten lead. Lauren, Alice, Jennifer and Olwen, the whole cabal, were with him out on the lawn picnicking on a damp, close afternoon, dressed primly as if they were churchgoers in their Sunday best. Gone was the hushed deference towards Lauren and Olwen, as Jon chatted easily with the women, finally finding out who they were and where they had come from.

Alice flirted with him, and as the conversation continued around them, Jon would smell the delicate perfume on her neck, whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek provocatively like they were teenagers showing off to friends. Animated, Alice told a joke to the group, and as she built to the punchline a raindrop fell on her cheek. It was bright red, and scattered into small droplets. It interrupted her. She lifted her hand up to wipe it away, leaving a vivid smear that looked like an open wound.

Jon and the other women watched as she regarded her red palm and started to giggle. As she did so she lifted her other hand thoughtlessly up to her chest, cupping her breast and kneading it, then curling her fingers under the placket of her blouse where it was buttoned. Vacant and detached, she watched her arm as it extended, ripping the blouse open as more drops fell on her white chest.

Reclining as if forced back Olwen brought two hands up to her forehead and wiped her face, drawing her hands down her cheeks, neck and over generous breasts. Lauren rubbed Jennifer's arm, leaving a red smear while gazing at her face. 

The rain fell harder and Jon's skin became moist. He flinched at the coldness of the first drop, but was supine and breathing hard before he could think. He felt a hand invading beneath the material of his shirt, and fell back to see Alice on top of him. There was a tug at his trousers, and Olwen, who had already unfastened his fly, was exposing Jon's legs to the red downpour. 

Alice obscured his view. Lifting her head to kiss him with lush red lips, probing his tongue with hers, while teasing his sensitive nipples. She slipped across, resting on his shoulder to plant kisses on his neck.

Almost overloaded, Jon heard a sharp, inflected moan, and looked to other side to see Lauren shadowing Jennifer, the two locked in a kiss, Lauren's hands rippling below the neckline and raised hemline of her dress, her arms twitching steadily as her fingers, unseen explored her breasts and pussy. He had a moment to see his erection released from his underwear before it disappeared into Olwen's mouth, making him buck his lips as her tongue, slippery, flicked against his head, squeezing precum from deep inside his balls.




The Aphrodite Project



Alice had hoisted his t-shirt and was attending to his nipples, tonguing them fervently while unclasping her bra and releasing her breasts, which glided, soft and heavy over Jon's skin. 

Jennifer's moans were deeper and more persistent, as Lauren skilfully ushered her to climax, Jon shuddered again, and looked back at Olwen as she raised her head, dangling a strand of saliva over a cock that had transformed. It was rigid and glazed, but smaller. She ducked once more and rose to a reveal a penis smaller still. Each time her head bobbed down and her warm mouth engulfed his shaft, less of his cock remained. The red rain fell, and he was too electrified to be alarmed. 

She peered down her sharp nose at him and smirked as she went down again, consuming his shrinking cock between dilated lips. 

All of them were soaked now. The viscous liquid flowed over Jon's skin as Alice brought her palm over to the left side of his chest. Responding to her hand he felt a warm, vague swelling, like a nebulous erection as it caressed him. His chest was expanding. Blooming outwards his breast began to meet her hand, and then force it away from his body like lustrous, rising dough. 

On the right side glossy pillow bulged pliantly into her face, his nipple growing in her mouth as she sucked. Alice pulled back and with wonder took their weight in both hands and worked them gently, squeezing the tits up and in, and then allowing the ample flesh to slide back with a bounce to where gravity wanted them. Every pinch and fondle drove Jon wilder, and his body replied with unfettered moans, vocalising his excitement in a new way; like a woman. 

Olwen's tongue drove against his head and Jon gasped with a voice an octave higher. Jennifer's whimpers peaked with a sharp and Lauren released her from her grip, letting her flop onto Jon's left arm and pin it down in symmetry with Alice on the right, as she panted into his ear. Their hands teased Jon's body, frictionless on satiny skin. As they touched her she became daintier; her arms attenuated, the features of her face more delicate and her legs slender and elegant. Her lips plumped around Jennifer's finger as she twirled it around her tongue.

Jennifer and Alice's faces met above Jon's curvy tits, kissing messily, tongues quivering against each other.

Olwen's tongue fluttered against the sensitive bud of his former penis, but Jon could also feel a fingernail pressing on his perineum. Jon raised her head dizzily to peer over her breasts and catch Olwen's devilish leer. Olwen's mouth opened and froze in delighted surprise as her finger was repelled. Undeterred she drove it firmer into Jon's flesh, but it had nowhere to go. "You know you're going to succumb", she sighed, superior and calm.

She dove back to the nub, and there was another soft thrust with her finger, and then another and another, each one weakening Jon a little more. She couldn't resist; she didn't even know why he was trying. There was yet another surge. This one irrepressible, and with a slow, agonised wail Jon let go as one then two slender digits slithered into a burning, wet cavity between her thighs. Her pussy. There was a pussy-muffled cry of jubilation from Olwen below, her mouth and fingers working in perfect tandem.

Another pussy descended from overhead, and in the backdrop against the sky was Lauren's black hair. Wordlessly she lowered herself towards Jon's face. She wanted to object; she wanted to lift her hands and parry Lauren away, but her slender arms were trapped beneath two naked women who were feverishly stimulating her body. The sky above her grew dark and Lauren's shapely behind docked with her face as if it was made for it. 

Helpless, she felt the cool dampness of Lauren's cheeks against her own cheeks, and the tickle of her bush on her chin. She could smell the earthy moistness of her vagina, which weighed heavier and heavier on her mouth, before she was supporting the woman who had started grinding into her face. Olwen pumped her fingers into Jon's pussy, rousing her to cooperate in Lauren's pleasure and plunge her tongue greedily into her slickening sex. 

Jon heard Lauren's moans as if underwater, and channelled her own desperation into bringing her mistress to a climax and trying to get enough air into her body. Jennifer's hands cupped Jon's tits and tickled her nipples, Alice softly kissed her tummy, while Olwen licked her clitoris and finger-fucked her pussy, arcing them up as they entered, making dull, rhythmic contact with her weakest and most sensitive place.

It was a relief when Lauren's muscles tensed and she started to cry in staccato bursts. Jon could not breathe, but drove herself up and into Lauren to make her come. There was silence followed by deep, low groans and muscles twitching, buffeting Jon's ears. Jon felt a stream of juices coursing into her mouth, and this, fused with Olwen's diligent, mischievous assault made her feel like she was welling up and about to overflow. 

Her own stifled cries were reedy and agonised as her body reached its limit. Olwen would never stop until every sensation of pleasure had been plundered and her fingers kept thrusting ever faster into her silky pussy. Jon's limbs strained against their captors' weight. She thought this was the end; that this would break her. The grey sky went black. And then it detonated from deep within; an orgasm that tore through his body, distorting it, forcing his back to bridge and fists to clench.

Sleep-blind and afraid of what might greet him as he woke, Jon looked down and through the haze saw his outfit spattered with cum. He had never had a wet dream before. And he understood straight away, as he pinched the soiled material and peeled it away from his skin, that it would not be enough to stem his arousal. Truth was that it had set the snowball rolling. 

The dreams were becoming more lucid all the time. Alice became ever more alluring. Was he falling in love with her? The wilting barrier that prevented his most unhinged, desperate thoughts from invading his waking mind was being trampled under the feet of his captors, and there was no respite. It was a constant, sustained offensive and the reasoned voice in his head, impervious to his sex drive was struggling to hold out, a lone soul losing itself in the darkness. 

Was it deliberate? 

Jon was always worried he might be some kind of deviant. He was afraid to share his fantasies of being dominated with Kathy, lest she find them too kinky. He thought he had an overactive imagination that would run to dark corners of his mind where even he was afraid to tread. There were days when he thought about seceding into a world of filth, finding a dominatrix and becoming a slave once a week, or indulging his fleeting bisexual thoughts, hooking up anonymously with a guy and sucking him off in a park. 

He could never share this with Kathy, but in time he feared his fantasies could spill out everywhere. This was dangerous. After all these were complete strangers.

He just couldn't be sure if he was to blame for what he was feeling. And the doubt made him chide himself and want to get a grip. 

"10 more days".

8

When Jon wasn't overwhelmed by arousal he could still sense his cock when he hopped, bent over or turned sharply, as if it was now the centre of his nervous system. His balls felt like they had doubled in size and it took very little to draw his attention to them. He fixed his mind on something else, and what better distraction than the man who had begun haunting the grounds in the second week; the man who would not, or could not, even register Jon's presence.

Obviously he was some kind of helper. Did he live here? If so, where had he been during the previous week? And why did he look like he was dead?

Jon felt like his tether had been slackened; his sessions with Olwen and Jennifer were more condensed - still onerous in their different ways, but affording ever more free time, which Jon spent strolling the grounds. Every day he stumbled upon something he hadn't seen before; a walled garden, a gazebo or a pond. All were empty, all were pristine, as if they were maintained just for him, and all were tucked inside dark copses and connected by the same kind of narrow paths that led from the driveway to his dome. 

In what felt like an act of rebellion, he also took the time to investigate his hi-tech home from the outside, wondering how it was powered, where his water and gloop was coming from. Only one a single path had been plotted to the dome, and that was the one that led from the driveway to the threshold. The building was enveloped by undergrowth, which made it hard to get his bearings as he negotiated its glass circumference. He propped himself against the exterior membrane with one hand as he went. Leaves batted his face and his ankles were repeatedly snared in weeds. He fought his way to a break in the foliage and found what looked like a large air-conditioning unit. It was a brushed metal box, almost as tall as him, and he figured it was on his bathroom's exterior. There was hatch, locked, and through small vents he could see lights blinking.

Turning away from the box he noticed a trail, overgrown, but leading away from the box into the woodland. Its route was obscured by the low branches of alder trees and fierce-looking bramble bushes. Jon pushed on for a minute, but, scratched on his hip, was ready to give up when his steps became freer and he strode out towards a huge grassy clearing.

There had been a few of these around the grounds, but none were as large and impenetrable as this one. All around the foliage was thick and sharp, in a circle that encroached on the expanse of wispy grass, about the size of a football pitch. As he reached the edge he another biome came into view, and it was just like his own. 

Instinct told him to crouch, and he approached it carefully, trying to remain unseen beneath the tops of the high meadow grass. Within 20 metres of the dome he thought he could see movement inside it and crouched again. The wind picked up and hissed through the grass, a crow, disturbed, took flight. Jon turned to watch it, and as he did, he saw the outline of a man against the sun above him and shrieked. 

It was the same man - the only man. He was impossibly close, and with a skip made up the distance between them in a heartbeat. Jon flinched as the man tackled him, and they both fell into the grass. He cupped his hand around Jon's mouth, and after gesturing towards the dome with a nod of his head shot him a look of instructive apprehension with those morbidly deep-set eyes. Content at last that Jon was no longer terrified he pushed a work-worn finger to his pursed lips. 

He reached for his pocket and pulled out two items: a wristwatch and a notepad. The watch was an old silver casio, its face scratched and weathered. The man drew a biro from behind his ear and started writing on his pad. He was balding, and his unkempt hair sprouted from his scalp in wild tufts. There was a deftness to his movements that suggested a lot of practice. Was he mute?

Brown and grey stubble made him seem dirtier than he was. But those eyes chilled Jon - they would behold him for a moment before rolling back up into their cave. 

Jon looked at the watch. It was 12:35 on Thursday the 25th of July. Jon had felt increasingly adrift, and just to know the time of day anchored him, loosely, in the real world. As he inspected it the man tore a leaf from the pad and handed it to him uncertainly.

"Not safe. Meet here tomo at five after leaving Olwen. Hide watch and don't let anyone see you leave. Wyatt. "

The writing was neat and clear, until the word "Olwen", when it became a shaky scrawl from a trembling hand.

"Not safe", Jon whispered to himself as he crawled through the grass back to the cover of the woods. Where was the threat coming from? The women? During the previous 10 days he had been uncomfortable and confused at the changes that were taking place, but it had never occurred to him that he was in danger. He had consoled himself with the temporariness of it all; the thought of seeing Kathy again in a few days, and the idea that he would come out of it a more complete and employable person. He he had been obsessed by the idea of becoming a success, but this wasn't impervious to fear. Something was definitely wrong. 

He ducked and hopped through the undergrowth, and then, a few feet away from the entrance to his dome he found a maple tree, and fastened the watch to a low branch, out of sight to those who didn't know it was there. He hurried in, changed into a new costume and set off for the house, determined not to betray himself to Olwen. 

Of all the keepers, Olwen was the most irritated by the new freedom that Jon had been granted. Her hauteur had developed into hostility. No task she gave Jon was too petty - from picking up paper that she had dropped at her heels, to beckoning him over to add extra sugar to her coffee or even dab her full lips with a napkin. Now he started to wonder if he was in danger, his mind flitted straight back to when she impelled him to fall helpless on the floor, or recite words from her computer monitor for hours on end. Just picturing her imposing frame, that dark bob and that keen nose inspired resentment in Jon, who was now cowed by her.

He took a deep breath before opening the back door. He passed through the empty kitchen, over the soft carpet in the hallway and into the office, where Olwen was waiting, propped against her desk. She was wearing a red dress with a deep v-neck that plunged to the smooth, snowy skin of her breasts. 

Jon was no longer surprised to see such lascivious amounts of cleavage. It was fully exposed as if this was a perfectly commonplace thing to do - following a subtle progression from demure yet alluring to now outright sensual that tracked his own growing desperation. Every encounter with a keeper now involved Jon trying to avert his eyes from valleys of seductive flesh, and Olwen had more eye-catching flesh than any woman here.

Now he felt like a conspirator. There was no way that Olwen could know where he had just been, but he felt like he'd be vulnerable to scrutiny. Olwen and Lauren in particular could control him in a way he couldn't fathom. If the worst came to the worst, he reasoned, just recognising that they had a hold on him could save him.

"Do you find me attractive?" 

Jon paused, wanting to choose his words with guile, but Olwen was addressing a part of him that would respond involuntarily. He didn't like her but he found her attractive. He found all the keepers attractive. He wanted to be honest with her, and show that he wasn't taken aback. 

"Yes."

She smiled confidently and drew an idle hand loosely from her shoulder, down the neckline of her dress passing lightly over her breasts before returning up to her shoulder.

"So you fancy me. That's good to know."

'Fancy' was far too loaded, and Jon had to interrupt. "No, I didn't say..."

"Oh, so you don't find me attractive?" Olwen was feigning offence, playfully. "Look at me, Jon."

Jon raised his head and drew his eyes up her body. "I like you."

"Good. Now, if I came onto you right now, would you fuck me?"

"No!", this was way too much. 

"Are you sure?"

Jon leapt in, "No - I mean, yes."

"Yes, you'd like to fuck me?"

Jon, glared, wounded, but non-compliant. He spoke deliberately, "I said 'no'." But as he said the word 'no', there was an unintended whine in his voice, a few notes higher than he wanted. He knew he sounded like he was protesting too much.

"Really?" Olwen giggled, "so, if I pull my panties down, if I come up to you, push you over and grab your cock, you would resist?"

The shock of the choice of topic was fading, and Jon was now starting to consider what she was saying. The information went straight to his penis, which, against every ounce of willpower he could summon, was starting to respond. He had a trump card he hadn't used yet.

"I've got a girlfriend." As soon as he laid it on the table he realised that it was worthless, and that it only showed Olwen how weak he was. 

"Oh yeah, Kathy. But she's a long way away. And you haven't spoken for weeks. lf I closed the door, let you touch my breasts, kissed you on the mouth, do you think you could hold back."

This was a catalyst for an erection, and in seconds he was rock hard. He knew it was because he hadn't come in a long time. Still perched on the desk, Olwen crained her neck and made a point of showing him that she could see him. 

"I don't know Jon. Something tells me different. If I lift my skirt up, sit on you, look into your eyes and grind into you. Push my tits into your face - you're going to reject me? How about if I moan in your ear - beg you to fuck me?"

Jon couldn't control his breathing. Olwen planted both hands on her breasts them and squeezed them as she emphasised her point, her languid eyes widening in sync. He couldn't look away.

"Even being in love with Kathy - would you fuck me, Jon?"

She was about to start a new sentence, but Jon had heard enough. "Yes!" he was angry and ashamed, but too horny to care.

Olwen chuckled. "Good to know, Jon - now, I've got boxes that need moving."

Her hips swung as she walked out of the room, and Jon followed her along the hall until they reached a pair of locked doors on the left. She swung them open, revealing a large, mirrored ballroom with dozens of boxes covered in dust cloths. The room was ornate and wildly decorative, but had a dank, disused quality. 

"We need to clean this hall up for a party next weekend. All of this stuff needs to move upstairs. I think you're more than up to it now."

Olwen inspected him with a wink before sashaying provocatively up the stairs and leading Jon on his first trip to the first floor. She opened a spare bedroom with wallpaper stripped, and bare, rough floorboards with flecks of white paint. Olwen looked vivid and glamorous in the centre of this dour room. Her demeanour had lightened since Jon's admission. "There you go, bring them up here. I'll be in the office if you need me." And she was gone.

Jon stood alone in disbelief. He entered slowly and saw his reflection for the first time in two weeks. His belly had all but melted away, and muscular arms now hung by his sides. His beard was a bit overgrown, and hair unkempt, but he was pleased with his appearance, even standing in the bright-red athletic costume. The pace of the transformation startled him.

He glided silently around the grand old house, trying not to draw attention to himself. The hall looked out over the front lawn, and was lit by a sequence of tall leaded windows. Chandeliers hung, dusty from the ceiling and gilt trim weaved its way up the walls and over the decorative grates that housed centuries-old radiators. 

Nobody had been here for years. Jon left footprints in the dust on the floor, which rolled alongside his feet in small clouds. He wiped his feet every time he set off with a new box along the delicate, soft carpet of the hallway. He sneezed self-consciously, listening to it ring around the hall for a second.

The afternoon passed, and he was hardly aware, busied with the dull task of hauling cardboard boxes up a flight of stairs. He thought about the party. He had only seen five people - who could they be inviting to fill such a big space? 

His body felt more apt for this sort of labour - he marvelled at his sinuous arms and capacity to shift heavy weight comfortably without needing a rest halfway through. He pushed himself to pick up the pace, as if he was trying to prove a point to himself about his new athleticism. Or perhaps, he wondered, he wanted to impress Olwen. 

When he finished his task, he looked out over the bare floor with pride, and went to see his keeper. He was so rare that she should offer praise, than when she hummed with surprised and told him "well-done, boy", he felt great. From the first day he met her, he craved her approval even when he despised her.