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The Trap

By: Erotikus



It's been a week since this incident happened. I decided to sit down and write about it. So here's my story.

Katherine was the new girl at work, A very reserved young woman with a high standard of morals from her strict family upbringing. She was also a newlywed of 3 months married to some guy named Henry. At work she kept mostly to herself but was very particular about her name. She preferred being called Katherine didn't mind Kate or Katie but hated being called Kitty she said it sounded obscene.

Keeping to herself like she did everyone at work thought Katie was a prissy spoiled young little bitch...a daddy's little girl. I thought Katie exuded an aura of chastity that was a turn on for me. When the topic of conversation would turn to raunchy sex at work, Katherine would just stand there being silent. Her reddened face like that of the blushing bride that she was. I worked beside Katie and being a couple years older than her, she would confide in me. By her old- fashioned upbringing... SEX was solely for reproducing not pleasure. She frowned upon birth control. She believed the subject of sex should only be discussed with your husband. Also, as long as she was wearing this... pointing to her wedding ring being promiscuous or flirtatious was unthinkable. Never did I see Katherine flirting or say something with meaning to be sexual not even a dirty joke.

Being new to the area I helped Henry and Kate move into their house even though our relationship was strictly from working together. There, stood Katie decked out in pair of frayed jean shorts and a halter. Her long tan legs leading up to cute little ass cheeks just barely concealed by the frayed threads. Katie's small size breasts just trying to poke out over the top of her low cut halter. I overheard her husband calling her Kitty a few times and her playfully grabbing his crotch several times. Seeing and hearing this was quite a change from the "Katherine" I knew from work. I must say Henry was some lucky guy, his 21-year old wife was a real cock teaser outside of work. My dick and I was glad to help them move in that day. All afternoon I got to watch Kate's tight little ass wiggling at me while she lifted boxes, her small titties being exposed as she would lean forward. Needless to say I jacked-off in the shower that night fantasizing about Katie. But, even after becoming neighbors we still remained just work friends.

Then about a month ago Katie came into work and said she needed time off that her husband had been in an accident and needed her care. Upon hearing this I told Kate, "If there is anything you need I'm only down the street!" She replied, "I'll keep you in mind Todd."

I emphasized again, "ANYTHING" as she rushed out the door like an angel of mercy.

About 5 weeks had passed since Katie left work and it was a Saturday afternoon my phone rings its Katie. She is frantic, in a desperate voice stating she needs my help please get over here as soon as you can. I drop the phone while telling her I'd be right over. I sprint up to her house. Katherine meets me at the door still in her blue pajamas. My eyes were glued towards her sexy pajama clad body while asking, "what's wrong?" She is about to explain what the problem is when "ring-a-ling-ring-a-ling" this bell rings from upstairs.

She tells me it's her husband signaling for something and she'll be right back. I watch her run up the stairs her sweet little pantiless ass cheeks waving to me through her thin pajamas. My cock starts to swell. Upon her return down the steps I coyly watched as her braless perky titties jiggled with each step she took only making my dick get harder.

She returns and explained her husband was still bedridden. Katie starts into detail about his eyes being bandaged and temporary loss of feeling in his lower extremities. Trying to look concern my eyes are darting between her face and the tiny nipples poking through her pajama top all the while trying to hide the increasing bulge in my pants.

I catch Katherine glancing at my growing problem as she blurts out "could I get into her p-trap?" Daydreaming about her, I misinterpret what she said, looking down at her pussy through her slinky pajamas. I stutter out, "w-well s-s-sure."

She grimaced and said "Todd I mean my sink p-trap" and explained that she lost her wedding ring while washing her hands in the guest bathroom. Katie proceeds to tell me how much the ring means while sneaking looks between her hands and my erection. I reassure her it's no problem and ask about tools. Katie replied back, "Henry doesn't have any wrenches even the one tool he does have isn't working anymore" as she spied another quick glance at the hard-on I was trying to conceal and said, "From looks of it I'm not the only one with a plumbing problem." Hearing Kate say anything that was sex related was never heard of...After making the comment she blushed and looked away.

I told Kate I'd go home and get my tools in which she instructed me to leave myself in and the guest bathroom was down the end of the hall. Meanwhile, she had to go back upstairs to administer Henry's therapy. Just then the bell rang again Katie gave one more lustful eye pass at my embarrassing bulge and said, "thanks for your help Todd but I gotta go" and darted up the stairs. As I went to leave I stuck my head through the sliding door just to catch Katherine's ass cheeks bounce one more time going up the steps.

Upon my return I made my way up the steps and down the hall to the guest bathroom. Passing the master bedroom I could hear faint moans coming from inside. The door was shut and with the ooohhhhing and aaahhhhing that I was hearing... I figured I wouldn't announce my being back But, curiosity got the best of me so I decided to take a look through the keyhole.

As I crouched down to look and figuring the morals of Katherine, she was probably just giving Henry a full body massage. Getting closer to the keyhole I was excited to see Katie spread over Henry's mouth her pussy being licked and eaten and she was doing all the moaning! Kate's voice moaning in ecstasy, referring to herself as Kitty, "Lick your little Kitty, Henry" "that's right make Kitty cuuuummmmm!" Talk about therapy.

I pushed my eye closer my dick getting harder. Kitty I mean Katie is desperately stroking, kissing, sucking, biting, and nibbling Henry's paralyzed dick. I watched as Katie pleaded, "please Henry get hard Kitty needs a good fucking!" No matter what she did the only cock that was responding was mine. I was aroused to hear Katherine the young girl with the high family upbringing begging for a good fucking. I ogled until she gave up on Henry's unsatisfying limp dick. Poor fellow, I thought as my raging hard-on and I proceeded to the bathroom to retrieve Katie's ring.

I made my way to the guest bathroom and proceeded to make some noise so Kate realized I had returned. My erection had subsided just before Katie entered the room thanking me again for going to the trouble to try and find her ring. She looked sexually discontented and was just about ready to leave when I asked if she wanted to help? She said she knew nothing about plumbing I said you could hand me the wrenches. As I lay in the vanity Katie bent forward handing me pipe wrenches. What a sight! Every time she bent over her top would droop giving me a glimpse of her tanned bare titties, her nipples still hard like little pencil erasers wanting to be nibbled on. I was glad I brought more than one wrench I asked for every size just to view her luscious tits. The only problem was my cock was creating a bulge in my pants and I didn't know how Katherine was going to react.

Katie had then crouched down saying she wanted to get a closer view. I didn't know if she meant observing my swelling cock or me removing the trap. While she squatted my eyes redirected their view towards her cunt. The inner thighs of Katie's pajama bottoms were soaked with pussy juices from the tongue-lashing she had just got. As I'm loosening the trap Kate is talking to me about how it has been 5 weeks since Henry and her made love. Trying to console her I replied don't worry Henry will be up in around in no time. Upon glancing out I see Katie rubbing her pussy lips through her pajamas with one of my pipe wrenches while lustfully looking at my bulging dick. She catches me looking her way and sighs, "Let me see your cock. Please let me see your cock Todd." Not wanting to disappoint her I unleash my dick to where she whimpers, "It's so hard. Stroke it for me Todd. That's right stroke it and make Kitty hot." I obliged her as she kept rubbing herself with the wrench, her little breasts now exposing themselves to me.

Katie's breathing got quicker her breasts going in and out as she watched me stroke my 8-inch member. Not wanting to surrender to her strict morals she didn't want to touch my attentive dick. She's still rubbing her clit with the pipe wrench panting more heavily and staring at my cock. I start to coax her, "does Katie want to be called Kitty?" her eyes craving my cock she's smiles nodding her head yes. I then ask her to show me Kitty's pussy... she pauses... but willingly pulls her bottoms down exposing her nicely trimmed beaver. Her engorged cunt lips are glistening with pussy juice just wanting to be fucked. Still stroking myself I ask Kitty if she wants to take over jacking me off. Reluctant at first I guide her hand over to the head of my rock-hard dick she quickly responds by stroking my cock up and down. While stroking my meat she wallows how hot and hard my cock is. It was so exciting to see Katherine so helpless and longing for my cock. So I took a chance and asked, "Would Kitty like to beg for my hard hot cock fucking her wet pussy then a cold pipe wrench?"

Katherine abruptly stops stroking me her eyes stare disbelief into mine. Hesitating... then murmurs, "Kitty wants to be fucked and fucked right now." "Please Kitty wants to fuck you. " She anxiously grabs me by my swollen dick and leads me to the daybed in the guestroom. Her precious wedding ring the last of her thoughts. She strips my pants and her pajama bottoms off and pushes me back on the bed. She has taken total control while softly whispering to me, " Kitty needs fucked bad. Kitty's cunt needs a hard cock." Just hearing her talk this way almost made me blow my load. Kitty climbed on top, her wet pussy lips engulfed my cock head immediately. Her hot juicy cunt slid the whole way down my dipstick on the first plunge. Not wanting to come to soon I pulled out and started teasing her love hole by just sticking the head of my dick in her wet gash while fondling her little titties. She started begging, "More, More, Fuck me hard and deep" her moans getting louder, "OOOhhhhh FUCK ME, FUCK MY LITTLE CUNT!" Fearing her husband might hear I stuck part of her pajama shirt in her mouth to quiet her pleasure.

Kitty started riding my dick like a young girl on a pogo stick. Bouncing up and down excitedly, her head flailing back as her warm pussy juices cascaded down the length of my cock onto my balls. I could feel my dick getting ready to fill this 21year old newlywed with a gallon of cum. Kitty's gagged mouth muffling through her shirt, "HARDER" "DEEPER" "ooOOHHHHHH" "it feels ssooooo good!"

Kitty was bucking away on my cock while caressing my balls her shirt stuffed cries of joy have turned to whimpers. Hopefully her husband couldn't hear us down the hall. My balls are beginning to tense. From Katie's short quick breaths I can tell she getting close. She's pumping away with her drenched pussy, her ass cheeks smacking my pelvis. I manage to get a finger in her puckered tight asshole sending her over the edge. She plunges down deep and hard on my cock. I start thrusting up to meet her plunges. I can fill my jizz rising to the top of my penis. Katie's wildly bouncing close to an orgasm. Biting down on her pajama top seconds away from climaxing. My pulsating dick readies to shoot hot jism into her cock loving pussy. Then, That's when it happened....

That goddamn annoying bell started "ring-a-ling-a-ding" "RINGGG-A- LING-A-DINGG" ringing nonstop! Hearing this my cock starts to soften... Kitty ignoring the bell ringing continued intensely riding on my cock, her still gagged mouth ordering me to make her cum. Obeying her I ram my cock as deep as it would go. Kitty arches her back, turning her head toward the door and spits out her shirttail and yelled....

"OooOOOHHHH I'M CCUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG DDDDEEAARRRRR!!!!"

"iiiiiiimmmmmm cccuuummmmiiinnggggg HENRIIiiiiiiiii!!!!"

Seeing her arched back her erect nipples pointing upward her body enveloped with goosebumps while she pushed her pussy down on me while responding back to her husband in turn made me start to cum which Kitty whispered, "not inside me" and spun around to catch my torrent of jizz. I shot my load onto her chin and in her yearning mouth. She looked like a little kittie lapping up my cream purring softly from being satisfied. Kitty finished squeezing the last drops of my cum out and gobbled it up. That's when I notice her wedding ring was still on her hand. She kissed the head of my deflating dick and squeezed my balls emphatically saying, "Thanks Todd." then caught my eyes gazing at her ring... She winked and gave me this sultry look saying seductively, " Its just our little secret and Todd, after today you can call me Kitty!" She then left to check on her husband Henry.

I gathered up my tools and before leaving Kitty asked if it was okay to call if there was another emergency...Hold on my phone is ringing?...

The End???

The Trap



Oliver, 23, was a good looking guy. Women found him sexy. He was always surrounded by them. But he was very faithful to his girlfriend whom he loved very much. Same was true from the girl's side also. Amanda Reynolds, she loved him like crazy. She was a rare, beauty with brain. She was highly intelligent. Amanda was very voluptuous too. She was 22, 5'4' in height, short hairs- always used to wear a hair band, big firm boobs, broad, firm and a stand-up sexy butt with a sex-cellent figure. Many of my friends fantasized about her during their masturbation round. 

Ben was a good friend of mine. He was really close to Oliver as well.

May be he was one of his friend whom he trusted very much. As a result of being close to Oliver he became friendly with Amanda as well. Many guys envied him for that. But he didn't look like of the sorts of fucking up his best friends girlfriend. Amanda was just a friend for him. Same was true from Amanda's point of view as well.

To describe Ben, he was ok looking guy. He looked kind of a fat-so when he wore clothes but once he was naked he looked real sexy. I mean all this was told to me by one of my friends, Melina, whom Ben had fucked few weeks back. She told that he had a hairless chest. A hairless sexy ass and a real healthy dick. The way Melina gave the description I assumed how much she would have enjoyed him on bed. He had a tanned body complexion and the meat of his ass was the one which girls usually fantasize about.

Once our group of friends were sitting in a café discussing how many times we masturbate. Ben told that whatever he does he never, unlike us, fantasizes about any of his friends' girlfriends. All of us booed him saying that he was lying but he stuck to what he said. So finally I said, "Hey Ben u must a great man then." And we started chatting something else. Finally we all parted and along with Ben I started walking towards our respective houses. On the way suddenly he blurted out, "Hey mate you know I am not all that great."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean I masturbate." 

"So what?"

"No I mean I masturbate thinking about girls who are my friend's girlfriends." Ben said.

"Oh well that's very much normal. But anyone in particular?" I replied.

"hmmmm there are many but if you want to know whom I really fantasize to fuck then I would say there is only one." 

"Whose is the one?" I asked. 

"Well promise me you won't tell this to anyone?" 

"I promise."

"Ok. The other one is Oliver's gf – Amanda. Boy she has a figure. Those ripe boobs. Those juicy butt cheeks. Those sexy lips. I just want to eat her up completely. She is a real 'ball' stirrer." 

"Have you seen her naked?" 

"Hell no but once I saw her cleavage and I didn't sleep that night thinking about her melons." 

"Does Oliver know about this?" 

"No are you mad. No. Hell no." 

"And Amanda?" 

"No man no. she doesn't . She would kill me if she knows this." 

"Anyways I need to go the other way. I hope one day all your fantasies come true and you have your girls!" 

"Oh thanks mate but only if they wish else not. Else never."

I waved him goodbye, so did he and went to our respective ways leading to our house. That was during summer.

After few months, winter came, our Institute arranged for a trip to a place, far from the city. We all were charged up for it. As we knew once we reach there it will be really a sexy adventure for all of us. 

Three days passed in that place. It was lovely. The ambience, the scenery, the weather all had an air of eroticism to it. 

After breakfast, on the fourth day, I was coming towards the reception of the hotel we all were staying at, when I noticed Oliver sitting alone at the cafeteria. He was never alone. He always hanged around with Amanda. But she was no where there. I sensed something was wrong and I went and sat beside him.

"Hi Oliver! Whats up man? Why alone? Where is your gf?"

"Oh I am fine. Actually I had to go with my friends for some site seeing and Amanda had to do some shopping. I told her to go with any friend. And now that shit site seeing plan is cancelled for the day. I am missing her."

"So did she go alone? And why don't you just join her. Ring her at her cell."

"I tried her number but it seems the weather has crippled the entire network. No she hasn't gone alone. Ben is with her."

I almost screamed, "Ben?"

"Yes. Why?"

"No. Nothing just like that. Was it your idea to send her with Ben?"

"Yeah. I mean as a matter of fact it was Amanda's idea. They both know each other. I just approved her idea. I trust both of them."

"That's fine. Ok then I got to go. Take care. Bye."

"Bye mate."

And I left.

Meanwhile Ben and Amanda had a blast together. They went for site seeing a bit. Then they had lunch together at a restaurant. It looked like as if he was dating her. Then they went off for shopping. At the shopping mall they brought many things like designer jewellery, show pieces, clothes etc. 

Together they were having fun. Ben entertained Amanda so much that she was not missing Oliver anymore in Ben's presence. 

They were walking in the shopping mall when suddenly Amanda said, "Ben you stay here. I need to buy something. I will be back quickly."

"Hey what is it that you can't buy in front of me?" he told her teasingly. "Nothing as such just a few undergarments." "Oh come on Amanda, don't be a pervert. Whats the problem if I accompany you. I am your friend aren't I? Why are you so conservative?" he said taking his chances.

Amanda stared at him for a few seconds and then said, "I am neither conservative nor pervert ok. Come along if you want to. I have got no damn problems."

So together, Amanda along with her bf's friend entered a sexy lingerie shop.

Amanda was going through a bunch of panties. She had already taken the bra. A lavender colored one. She was trying to find a matching colored panty. All the while Ben was standing near her. All of sudden he yelled, "There it is."

Amanda looked at him questioningly. He said, 

'Here is what you are looking for" Ben pointed towards a lavender colored thong. 

"Oh I don't wear thongs." Amanda said quickly, a bit embarrassed. 

"But you will look beautiful in it." He said. 

"How do you know?" Amanda asked but suddenly realized she shouldn't have said that. After all he was not her bf. He was just a friend. 

"Just a guess." He replied. 

Amanda said nothing further. Amanda kept on looking for her matching panty. When at last she didn't get what she wanted she decided to take the lavender colored thong. Along with that she went to the counter. 

"May I try this out please?" she asked the female attendant. 

"Oh the one that I chose for you?" Ben said teasingly. Amanda said nothing only a mild glare. The female attendant showed her the 'try' room. 

"But maam currently we don't have a mirror there, it's being repaired. If you want you can take your boyfriend along with you. We can allow that." The female attendant said pointing towards Ben. 

"No it's ok I will help myself, thank you." Amanda replied blushing a bit.

After a few minutes Amanda came out of the 'try'- out room. 

"It's perfect. Please pack this." She said. 

After buying the lingerie they went out of the shopping mall. 

It was evening time now and lights were beginning to discolor. Night was about to set in. Ben and Amanda were enjoying ice-cream at a parlor. "Hey it's getting late. We should be moving by now. Oliver must be waiting." Ben told her. 

"Oh yes. Let's move." Amanda said and they came out of the parlor and started searching for a cab. It was 5:45 pm.

I was sitting inside my room. The clock showed 7:25pm. I was tired because of the entire site seeing I did along with my friends. Suddenly I heard my cell ringing. I picked up the phone.

"Hi Ben here."

"Oh hi. Whats up mate?"

"Well I am actually stuck out here. I don't know which place it is but it's very far from our hotel. The cab driver told me that the roads are blocked due to snow and it will take the entire night to clear up."

"Oh shit! So how may I help?" I asked.

"Actually I am not alone. Amanda is also with me. Oliver's gf. Both of us tried his number like crazy but it's not working so just can you tell him that we will be returning tomorrow as quickly as possible. Not to worry. Amanda is my responsibility."

"Alright I will convey that to him, don't worry. Can I ask something mate?"

"Yeah?"

"Ben are you planning to screw Amanda tonight?"

"I want to but I don't know if she allows. Else not."

"Ok enjoy yourself. Stay safe. Bye."

"Bye." And he hung up. 

As instructed I told what I was suppose to tell Oliver. He was worrying a bit but then he told he trusted both of them very much. It was 7:45pm.

At about 8:15 pm my cell once again rang disturbing my sleep. It was Ben on the line.

"Hi. I hope I am not disturbing?" he asked.

"Not at all." I said politely.

"Actually just few minutes ago we, I mean Amanda and I checked inside a small cabin. An old couple lives here and they gave us a room for the night."

"Did you say 'A' room?" I inquired, feeling stimulated.

"Yes. I am sharing a room with Amanda."

"And the bed also I guess?"

"Hope I am lucky enough to do that, but only if she whishes. If Ben queries then please do let him know. But please don't tell him that we are sharing the same room for the night. I hope you understand the risk."

"Yeah I understand."

"Bye." He hung up.

Oliver, though, never came for any query. But the entire conversation aroused me very much. There is Ben, who lusts for Amanda. Will she allow

him to do it? I masturbated fantasizing about Ben making steamy love to Amanda and went to sleep. 

Meanwhile when Ben and Amanda came to know that the car wouldn't be able to go any further because of the snow block up they asked the cab driver what to do. The cab driver told that he knew of an old couple who stayed near by. They rent rooms to young couples within a cheap price. "Young couple" the idea seemed to stimulate something inside both Ben and Amanda. At last they decided to go the driver's way and he took them to the cabin. Both of them entered the cabin. An old man was there who told them that there is only one room left for the night upstairs. Ben looked at Amanda for approval. Amanda thought its better to share a room with a friend than to freeze in the cold outside. She nodded yes. They gave him the advance rent and went upstairs along with him. The old man opened up the room, gave the key to Ben and left. Ben closed the door and locked it. Amanda did notice it but for some unknown reason didn't say a word. The room had a fire place, a light, and a bit larger than single bed along with a balcony. They kept their shopping bags. Ben asked Amanda, "Will you mind if I open my jacket. I just want to warm up in front of the fire." 

She said, "No not at all."

"Thanks." Ben replied thinking that "will she allow me get naked in front of her?"

After their dinner, sent to them by the old man downstairs, Amanda went outside into the balcony, Ben followed her and under the romantic and erotic moonlight they sat admiring the scenery. They started chatting casually.

"What a romantic scene isn't?" Ben asked Amanda.

"Yeah, very much." Amanda replied. 

"I wish I had a real gf!" Ben whispered.

"Don't tell me you don't have a gf Ben!" Amanda sounded surprised.

"I have but those are just time pass. No one serious."

"Anyways forget about it. You tell me Amanda what are the things that you like?"

"No not me you tell me what all you like. Let me ask which is your favourite drink is?"

"Pepsi."

"Hey even I like pepsi." Amanda said sounding very amazed.

Ben knew all about Amanda's interests because he had read Oliver's slam book where she had written it all. And in order to just stimulate his chances of seducing her he told those interests one by one.

"Favourite destination?"

"Miami beach."

"Wow." Amanda gasped.

"Favourite food?"

"Spanish Omelets."

"Oh I love it too." Amanda responded very much excited.

"Hobby?"

"Reading romantic novels."

"I can't believe that!"

"Why? Why can't you believe it?" Ben asked.

"That's because all of yours interest matches with mine. I mean just about everything. Hey if you say more I think I will fall in love with you!" Amanda said jokingly. "In fact I would have fallen for you if Oliver wasn't there." She sort of teased Ben.

"So what is the harm? Oliver is not here. You can fall in love with me?" Ben was checking her reaction. He just needed one nod from her and he would take her to bed and give the most pleasure full night of her life to her.

"Oh shut up I meant if Oliver wasn't there in my life not in here. But anyways I just joked ok. I am very much happy with Oliver. I love him."

"There you are. I don't understand why each and every girl acts like a prude. Is that there nature? First they will say what they have in their heart and when inquired about they will wash their hands off by saying that they were just joking. Girls are so prude I tell you. All of them." Ben was really trying to stimulate Amanda into the act. Into the trap.

"Hey hey I really do love Oliver ok. When I told you I joked, I meant it. I don't know about other girls but I am certainly not a prude."

"But you all are not like us, boys. I mean when we say we love a girl it's always spiritual not physical. But for girls its always physical love that matters."

"That is a complete bullshit. All of it." Amanda protested but Ben continued what he was saying.

"Tell me this if we boys have sex with a girl other than our gf we don't forget them. Our love doesn't die for them. We still love them as we used to earlier but girls? Well they only have sex with their bf's. Nobody else. Because they think if they physically become other's their love will end for the former guy they are full of fears and insecurity. They doubt their own love towards their partner. So when I say all girls are prude. I am right accept it or not."

"No way I am not going to accept that girls are prude. It's the boys who are prude."

"Ok then. I am ready to prove myself. If I have sex with any girl still I will be loving my gf no one else. Can you prove like wise that after having sex with anyone you will still be loving Oliver and not that guy?"

Amanda didn't say anything. She just stared at Ben for a couple of seconds and then started to admire the skies as if thinking something. Ben sat there still, without looking at Amanda. Just waiting for her response. His penis was knocking at his underwear to pop out.

After a couple of minutes Amanda broke the silence between them.

"Alright. I know I am not a prude. I can still and I will continue to love Oliver even if I have to have sex with anyone else."

"Ok I agree." Ben said. He thought he won't be getting her now.

"So I am ready to prove my statement." Amanda blurted.

"Now?" Ben queried. His hopes again got an ignition and so did his balls.

"Yes now. Right now." Amanda replied.

"But from where the hell am I suppose to bring some one for you at this point of time?" Ben asked.

"You don't have to go searching for anyone." Saying this Amanda turned towards Ben, face to face, eye to eye and said bluntly, "To prove my point I will have sex with you Ben. Tonight."

Ben's eye popped out and his heart jumped. So finally she fell into his spell. Now he will be fucking the girl he had masturbated and fantasized about all these months. His good friend's gf. The thought itself began to increase his dick's stiffness.

"Are you sure Amanda?" Ben queried for the last time.

"I mean what I say." Amanda responded looking confident.

Ben looked at Amanda and she was looking at him. Direct eye to eye. It was 10:10 pm.

Both had already opened their shoes at the door. Ben was wearing a brown leather jacket which he had kept by the fire place. So now he was in a brown full shirt, a white half sweater inside along with a simple white vest. He was also wearing blue jeans. As for Amanda, she was wearing a red hair band to avoid her neck length hairs falling on her forehead. A black leather jacket, inside that an orange high necked sweater. She was also wearing jeans, faded blue. The jeans very articulately brought out the sexy shape of her ass.

After about ten seconds of looking eye to eye at each other Ben made the first move. With his hands he unzipped Amanda's jacket's chain. She was not saying or doing anything. Just staring at Ben. As if admiring his courage and wanting to be stripped by him all the way. When the chain unzipped completely, Amanda just moved her shoulders a bit but never stopped for once staring at Ben. The jacket came out. Next Ben started pulling her high necked orange sweater. When he pulled the sweater till her boob length she just raised her hand. Ben took the sweater off her. They kept looking at each other. Amanda was staring at Ben. She was slowly but surely coming under the spell of eroticism. There was lust in her eyes now. Just pure animalistic lust. She was wearing a tiny looking red t-shirt under her sweater. Ben reached for it. Amanda caught his hands and stopped him. Ben stopped but they continued looking at each other. Then Amanda reached for her red hair band and removed it. Her short hairs fell on her fore head. With the hair band on she used to look super sexy because of her beautiful face. Now without the hair band she was looking drop-dead gorgeous. "That's the sexiest looking face I have seen." Ben thought. The red hair band fell to the ground. Then she slowly caught Ben by his neck and planted her soft juicy lips on his upper lip and Ben responded sexually by locking her lips with his lower lip. They kissed. Slowly Amanda's tongue began to search for something and she got it – Ben's tongue. Their tongue met. Both of them had a strange hunger for each other. Ben wanted to make it as slow as possible. He wanted to feel every inch of hers and time. So did Amanda. Her tongue was completely inside his mouth and together their saliva was making an erotic mixture. It was a real passionate kiss. A smooch. It lasted 35-40 seconds. After which they parted. Now not a single part of their body was in contact. But both of them were feeling that every organ in their body wanted to move inside the other's. 

"Take me inside the room." Amanda requested Ben.

He picked her up and went inside. They were inside the room now and were standing face to face. And like before were looking at each other's eyes. Amanda lifted his hands and unbuttoned both his shirt's hand buttons. Then one by one she started unbuttoning his brown full-shirt. She was doing it slowly. Finally it came out. Then Amanda pulled his white sweater under the shirt. Ben raised his hands and she did the rest. It was off him. Quicker than the shirt. Ben was in his vest. For the first time Amanda saw Ben's partly exposed chest. "Wow so sexy!" She thought. She pulled it and again with his co-operation it was off him. Now Ben was standing semi nude in front of Amanda. She slowly took her hands and caressed his entire hair less sexy chest once. Then she pulled up his belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and with a jerk pulled it down. She stood up. Now Ben was in a jockey underwear standing in front of her. In front of Amanda, his friend's gf! Her eyes were slowly going up and down. For the first time Amanda felt the moistness of her pussy in her panty. She came a bit close to Ben and sort of whispered to him in a low sensual tone, "Do you want to see me in that lingerie I bought today?"

All Ben said was, "Am I that lucky?" She looked at him for a couple of seconds and said, "Wait." Amanda took out the lingerie packet and along with the bed sheet from the bed she went inside the bathroom and locked herself.




The Trap



Henry sat in his car and watched as his carefully arranged trap slowly closed around his wife, Danielle and a Mr. Jack McDonald, a man she had been corresponding with in email recently. It had only taken a bit of snooping for Henry to discover the planned meeting was to be at the man's house, in a neighborhood only about a mile or so from home. The best Henry could tell, although this wasn't his wife's first meeting with this man, this was the first private meeting between the two.

The meeting had been arranged for over a week, which gave Henry plenty of time to scope out the guys house, a nice single story building with a fenced in back yard. The fence had a side gate that wasn't locked, so when he saw his wife's car pull into the driveway and watched her enter the house, he was able to quickly move from his car and slip into the man's back yard. Moving quietly along the side of the house, he got into position just outside the master bedroom window before the couple entered the room. Crouching behind a tall bush, he could get a complete view of the king size bed with very little chance of getting spotted.

As his wife and the strange man moved into the bedroom, Henry noticed that one of the windows was cracked open. Not only was he going to be able to record his wife's cheating on his camera, he might even get to record some of the sound effects. His original plan was to get enough on camera to divorce her ass and then barge in and kick Mr. Jack McDonald's ass while he was at it.

Jack had apparently met Henry's wife at the door wearing only a towel and once in the bedroom, Henry watched the man drop his towel and sit on the bed while Danielle stood in front of him. The man's cock was already hard and he stroked it slowly as Henry's wife pulled off her blouse and then reached behind her and let her bra fall to the floor. The beautiful, full breasts that Henry had caressed, had kissed, sucked and cum on for nearly twenty years were now something for this strange man to stroke his cock at.

Calming himself some, Henry silently photographed the couple as his wife continued undressing, stepping out of her shoes and then stepping out of her skirt. She then paused, slowly undulating her body as she worked her panties over her hips, down over her knees and then down to her ankles. "Damn," Henry thought, "just like she used to do to turn me on years ago."

Through the camera viewfinder he watched as his wife kneeled down and slowly wrapped her fingers around the strange cock as the man leaned back, resting on his elbows behind him. She slid her fingers over the cock and then said, "It's so nice and long."

"Longer than your husband's?"

"Longer, but not quite as thick I don't think," she said looking up at the man's face. She then looked back down to the cock and said, "Here, let me check for sure," as she opened her mouth and slid it slowly down over the head of his cock. Henry watched as her head slowly bobbed up and down, as she slurped loudly. 

After a few moments she pulled her head back and let the cock slip from her mouth and she said, "Yes, definitely longer." The purple head of the cock soon glistened with her saliva and Henry could see it twitching in his wife's hand.

"But not as thick?"

"No, not as thick. But I think it will do," she replied, leaning forward and brushing her breasts over him. She grabbed his cock in her hand and slid it over her nipples as Henry had to remind himself to keep taking pictures instead of just watching. He pressed the button several times as he watched her dark, hard nipples rubbing over the light skin of the cock. Henry could even see the dark vein in the cock throbbing in response to his wife's teasing.

The man then gently pushed Danielle back as he stood up. Kneeling before him, she stroked his cock as Henry continued watching through the camera lens. He zoomed in and saw a mixture of pre-cum and his wife's saliva slowly dangle in a droplet from the tip of his cock. He watched as the droplet grew and stretched until it finally fell from the cock onto his wife's hungry tongue. Her mouth then closed on the hard cock and slid up and down as the man's hips moved in unison, fucking her mouth.

Remembering seeing his wife suck his own cock, Henry felt something odd now, seeing it all from this perspective. Over the years things between him and his wife had cooled a bit, but now seeing her head move back and forth on this cock he realized how incredibly sexy a woman she was. Henry then zoomed the camera back just in time to see the man reach down and help Danielle up off her knees. He then guided her onto the bed and as he kneeled at her feet he gently spread her legs apart.

Henry watched in amazement as the man slowly kissed her knees, then slowly worked his way up her thighs as she began to moan and writhe on the bed. Fuck, Henry remembered how his wife would move for him as he went down on her, but once again seeing this man move his face to her pussy and seeing her pump her hips against him was something very odd for him. Henry realized he had an erection and seeing his wife move and hearing her moan as her pussy was being eaten he couldn't help but reach down and give himself a squeeze.

He set the camera on the window sill and pushed the button for it to begin videotaping and then he moved his gaze from the viewfinder so he could see them better. His wife had reached down and was running her fingers though the man's hair as she arched her back. It was Henry's wife there, but he had never seen how her ass moves when she is being eaten, he had never seen how it looked when she wrapped her legs around his head. Seeing it here, seeing how her ass dimpled as she moved, how her thighs seemed to flutter against the man's ears was driving him nuts. All too soon he heard her moan loudly, "Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Henry watched his wife's body relax for a moment as the man rested his head on her thigh, his fingers running gently through her pubic hair. Danielle then reached down and pulled the man up on top of her. As the man crawled up over her, she wrapped her fingers around his long, thin cock and rubbed the head a few times over her wet lips until Henry could see the head glistening again. Reaching one hand down to open herself, she guided the man's cock into her pussy, lifting her hips to meet his first thrust.

Now was the time to burst into the room and catch her in the middle of the act, but Henry remained motionless, his hard cock throbbing in his pants as he watched his wife get fucked. She didn't just get fucked though, she fucked the man back like Henry remembered she always fucked him, except once again, seeing it like this was so fucking incredible. He watched as the man thrust again and again, his ass muscles flexing as Danielle raised herself to meet his thrusts. He could even hear their bodies slapping together, but all too quickly Henry watched the man arch his back and moan loudly as he came, spurting his come deep into Danielle's pussy.

Standing at the window he was breathless himself so as the man slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, letting a last droplet of cum roll drip into her pubic hair he was surprised. Damn, Henry remembered how much he loved leaving his cock inside his wife after he came, this guy was missing out on something. The man whispered, "I hate to rush you, but I have to meet my wife for lunch."

Henry watched as his wife sat up and replied, "No problem, I need to get home too. My husband will be getting home soon." She then got up and as Henry stared at her wet pubic hair and pussy, she pulled her panties up as the glob of cum disappeared only to make a wet spot in the soft fabric.

Finally getting a hold of himself, Henry grabbed the camera, turned it off and then moved quickly away from the window. He hurried down the side of the house, ran out to his car and quickly drove home, playing the scenes he witnessed over and over in his mind, somewhat disappointed it all happened so fast. Once at home he parked his car, took the camera into his room and hid it in one of his clothes drawers.

He sat on the bed, waiting to confront his wife, wondering how he was going to approach what he saw, what he was going to say, to do to her. He considered playing the video he took on the computer, to have it on as she walked in, but he didn't think he had time to set it up. Sure enough, just a few moments later he heard her unlock the door.

"Henry, you home already?"

"I'm in the bedroom," he replied.

She walked to the bedroom and peeked in, "You're home early from work."

Henry looked up at the woman he had just watched fuck another man and gritted his teeth. He then said, feeling his voice crack a bit, "We need to talk, right now."

She paused at the door and "Okay, what about."

Feeling his fingers fold into a fist, Henry stood up feeling his cock still bulging in his pants. He slowly walked over to her and then reached out, grabbed each arm and pulled her against him. He pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, searching for the very spot on her tongue where he saw that drop of Jack McDonald's pre-cum fall. Before she could pull away, Henry had her blouse unbuttoned and was trying to unfasten her bra.

Finally pulling away from his kiss, she said, "Oh my Henry, but let me take a shower first, I've been sweating and I stink."

Henry unfastened the bra and jerked it off of her. He then tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and panties and pulled them both off. Leaning against her he pushed her toward the bed as she quickly kicked off her shoes. 

Naked now, Danielle tried to pull away saying, "Okay, now you undress while I go clean up."

"No, I want you like this... Now!" Henry growled, pulling off his shirt while he leaned hard against her, knocking her onto the bed. As she sat down, he kneeled and clamped his arms over her legs, opening them. Looking at her pussy he could see it was still wet from her and Jack McDonald's cum. Moving forward, he pressed his face onto her lips and pubic hair, turning his head side to side, soaking it.

Danielle had stopped resisting him by that time and simply opened her legs as her husband pressed his tongue into her pussy. He lapped her juices knowing he was tasting her as well as Jack McDonald's cum. Continuing pushing his tongue in and out of her cunt, when he satisfied himself he had sucked out the last of her lover's sperm, he moved to her clit, circling it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips.

Henry could feel her hands run through his hair and he let himself remember the image of how she ran her fingers through the other man's hair, how she ground herself onto his face like she was now doing to Henry. He felt her legs wrap around his head and noticed her thighs lightly touching his ears. He continued licking and sucking her clit while looking up at her between her breasts. He watched as she closed her eyes and her face winced with pleasure as she arched her back, lifted her hips and came, moaning, "Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Hearing her speak the exact words she used with Jack McDonald, Henry lifted his head from her lap and, with trembling hands, unfastened his pants just enough to get his cock out. Without even removing the pants, he dove onto his wife, plunging his cock into soaking pussy while it still convulsed from her orgasm.

Pushing deep into her, he pulled back and then plunged just once more into the wet warmth of her and came, spurting his cum where he knew it mingled with another man's cum, deep inside his wife. He collapsed on top of her, pressing himself hard against her, trying to keep his cock burrowed deep in her for as long as possible. Only after several minutes did he feel himself fall from her. 

He then rolled over onto her side, kicked his pants off and leaned against her, letting his soft, wet cock rest idly on her thigh. Moving his hand down to her pussy, he cupped her lips with his palm, feeling the wetness of her, himself and Jack McDonald ooze down his fingers. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he licked his fingers and palm and then held them to her mouth as she licked them too.

He leaned to her ear and whispered, "You are so fucking sexy, you know that?"

"But Henry, I need to tell you something, something I did, something..."

"Shh, shh," he hushed her, "I don't want to know," he whispered, wondering, hoping she would have the courage to visit Jack McDonald again. Henry could then set his trap again. He moved his hand back down between her legs gently sliding a finger inside as he felt his cock tingle as it started to grow a bit. 



The Trap



1. The Paper

Harry Holster looked into the mirror as he ran the electric shaver over his face. His myopic, astigmatic, presbyopic hazel eyes no longer stared at Sergeant "Rock." He sighed as he rubbed the stubble left by the shaver. No shaver, no matter how well designed, could match the closeness of a blade. Yet the blade tended to irritate and Harry always seem to nick his neck, especially about his jowls and wattles. There was a time that Harry's neck didn't resemble the dewlap of a turkey. He opened the shaver head and tapped out the hair clippings into the sink. It was necessary to clean an electric shaver after every use. He recalled in his youth how he hated to clean things, especially after every single use. He ran some tepid, lukewarm water about the sink bowl, flushing away the hair particles and the remains of spent toothpaste. He remembered a long time ago when tap water was frigid, even in the summer. But now water is always recycled, deep in the bowels of the earth each community converts its sewage---its black water and gray water---into fresh water. The fresh water is processed with ozone to destroy all bacteria on its path back to the end user. Even the long trip back from the deep subterranean recycling facility didn't cool the water totally. 

Satisfied that the sink bowl was spotless, Harry headed to the kitchen table. Andrea had prepared him some breakfast. How fortunate he felt, being a hoary old curmudgeon and having an intelligent, beautiful, eighteen-year-old blonde girl as a caregiver. She had set out some juice, an assortment of pills, a stainless steel spoon, and a bowl filled with a soggy mass of raisin bran, powdered milk, and water. There was a time in Harry's youth when he would have fought for his "baseline breakfast" of scrambled eggs, bacon or sausage, grits or hash browns, coffee, and a cigarette. Age and the need to reduce risk factors had turned Harry into one of those creatures he detested in his youth. As he seated himself he looked over at Andrea. 

Andrea had a blemish-free, flawless complexion, an "A" cup, limber, lanky legs, lithesome, lambent, lean thighs, perfectly proportioned breasts, sculptured shoulders, and a firm, toned derriere. Harry recalled the legend of Pygmalion, a mythical king of Cyprus who carved a female statue of ivory. Aphrodite turned the sculpture into the Junoesque Galatea, who became Pygmalion's lover. Andrea truly was the image that walked out of a man's dreams and into his life. His eyes roamed over her curves, contours, cusps, cleavages, and clefts. Noticing his gaze, Andrea blushed. She was wearing a gossamer, pellucid, translucent, diaphanous pongee negligee, revealing more than it was concealing. She was one of those girls who kept her natural hair. Her underarms gleamed with spun gold and her hypogastric triangle glistened with a blonde aura of intrigue and youthfulness. 

She stroked back her long blonde tresses and spoke softly to the old codger who was ingurgitating his breakfast: "You'd better eat up, Master, or you'll be late for work." 

"I would rather spend the morning with you," he replied.

"But no work, no pay---and no pay, no play," she responded with a smile and then a giggle. Her areolas and nipples rubbed on the soft silk, puckering the areolas and giving her a titty-hard-on. She was conscious of her arousal and blushed again for a second time. The old man hurried to shower and throw on his business clothes. It was Friday, and he could wear his mufti, but it was best to always be prepared. One could never be certain when a client or important personage might visit. 

On his way to work, Harry mused about how Pygmalion must have entreated Aphrodite with comely supplications, divine oblations, exquisite sacrifices, and expensive offerings to bring his sculpture to life. Our culture is filled with such fairy tales and myths. There was Pinocchio, the puppet who was turned into a boy by a fairy godmother, among others. Christianity has its own myths, replete with virgin births, miracles, and the like. Each day at work was almost a carbon copy of the previous day. The same ideas and constructs were pounded into a computer with miniscule variations to satisfy some client. The results were always totally predictable, quotidian, banal, and mundane. Yet it produced income and that was needed to pay the rent, the utilities, purchase necessities, and leave a bit of discretionary income as well. 

Andrea was cleaning up in the apartment. About ten o'clock in the morning she logged onto the computer to check her Master's e-mail. Among spam, warranty notices, and promotions was one curious tidbit. Someone was writing concerning a paper copyrighted by H. Holster decades before. The person was asking if there had been any closure to the open questions in the paper. The e-mail had several enclosures. Andrea read with some interest the ideas set forth. It seems that some decades earlier her Master had been a graduate student at a major university. For some reason he had copyrighted his dissertation before defending it. The paper dealt with the behavior of charged particles of various geometries in static magnetic and electric fields. Such behaviors are of interest in the construction of mass spectrometers, various particle "traps," and linear accelerators. She made a mental note to discuss the matter with her Master when he returned from work. In the late afternoon, Andrea set about preparing a meal. A three-dimensional TV displayed the news. As usual there had been trouble on the frontier with neo-Luddites raiding communities and fleeing back across the border. The uneasy truce between the advanced democratic technologies and the feudal technophobes was holding, but the very real possibility of war was imminent. Most of the world was governed by democratic parliaments of humans and androids. The sentient domestic helpers (SDHs) of a previous generation had given way to androids possessing free will as well as superior mental and physical attributes. Contracts, treaties, and laws let man and machine coexist in harmony. There were rules for machine-machine interface, man-machine interchange, and the arcane laws for man-man interaction. Over eighty percent of the world's land mass was controlled by one government made up of humans and androids. Various forces controlled the remainder of the world. There were the neo-Luddites, sworn enemies of technology, who committed acts of sabotage and terror against the androids and their allies. There were several states totally governed by androids where humans were treated as slaves and chattel. And, there were a few "free states" where one could buy anything with enough money. 

Andrea set out the meal. The food was arranged on the plate with clock-like precision. Roast beef was at six o'clock, mashed potatoes with brown gravy were at ten o'clock, and the ubiquitous green cut beans were drained and placed at two o'clock. There was a small bowl of fruit and a basket in the center of the table with fresh-baked dinner rolls. Just as Andrea was setting out the flatware, the door opened and her Master entered. She sashayed over to him, letting her passing form a breeze that tossed her golden tendrils and let her starched white blouse osculate against her liberated teats. She didn't need any support to keep her breasts firm and youthful. 

Harry seated himself at the table and Andrea sat to his right side. As Master ate, Andrea let her left foot stroke the back of his right calf. After a while she spoke. "Master," she murmured, more to discover than to inform, "There was a peculiar e-mail today. It concerned some document or paper that you copyrighted decades ago. Could a girl assist you in this matter?" Andrea smiled. She knew that men liked dumb blondes with tight asses, firm teats, and empty minds; however, she was both well-read and literate. The Master looked up and shook off a frown. 

"It was many years ago, decades even, when I was in graduate school girl," he narrated. "In those days I was doing well in theoretical physics and was determined to push the frontier. We knew from some measurements several facts about those tiny subatomic particles---electrons and protons---but we had no idea of their geometry that is if they have any at all! We can observe the behavior in a mass spectrometer or Paul trap or Penning trap. I was doing the theoretical mathematics to determine the exact perturbations of paths by ‘nearly spherical' particles. I was examining in detail spheroids, oblate and prolate, ellipsoids, and other oval and spherical entities. Progress was being made and I could see light at the end of the rainbow. Without some concrete knowledge of the shape of things our knowledge is but a meager shadow from which we can extrapolate little. Then the draft pulled me out of graduate school. I knew that in all probability that I'd never return. Hell, I might not even return from the war. That was the African campaign to roust the eco-terrorists. What to do with the massive work that I'd already done? It wasn't enough to take to the panel as a dissertation. So, I copyrighted it and thought that maybe someday I'd get back to it. But that day never arrived and now my mind is too weak to attempt the crusade." 

"Oh, Master," Andrea interjected, "Don't say that. You still have much potential." Both knew that that statement wasn't totally correct. Still it was a good panacea and balm to ameliorate the harsh reality. "Can a girl read your paper, Master?" Andrea looked up to Harry with wide blue eyes and a doe-like expression on her immaculate face. Who could say "no" to such extreme beauty? Then Harry notices a faint scent in the air. It was the synergistic commingling of the atavistic primate scent of sexual arousal with the fragrance of an expensive perfume. As far as he was concerned, Andrea was the perfect companion. She was totally submissive and obedient. 

"Just go to the copyright office and request a download," Harry answered. "It's public domain, so there's no problem. I can't see where there's anything there to be learned anymore. I guess there are many extra considerations to making measurements in the quantum realm. There are equally many considerations in the relativistic region. But go ahead, girl. Knock yourself out. Let me know if you discover anything." 

"Thank you, Master," Andrea squirmed as she approached the man and kissed him on his lips. Her lips were soft and inviting and she held her pose. She had closed her eyes and her breath was slow and regular. She let her left hand slip into her crotch and massage her already damp privates. After a moment they parted and Andrea whispered. "I took a bubble bath this afternoon, Master, and thought of you. I got so aroused that I masturbated three times. Now my pussy is still wet and my pussy lips are swollen and sensitive." The meal wasn't finished but Harry decided to go ahead and have some dessert anyway. There was a trail of clothing from the dining room table to the bedroom. They started "missionary style" and then Andrea, with a burst of kinetic energy, wiggled her way on top. She rode like a cowboy in a rodeo on a bronco. Harry's hands found her breasts and massaged them wantonly, feeling the inner structure, the mesentery, the adipose tissue, the veins, arteries, the milk ducts and milk sacs, and all the other hidden, secret treasures that only a woman can possess. 

Andrea was able to achieve multiple orgasms. She was also horny almost all of the time, having to masturbate frequently just to maintain mental balance. That's just the kind of girl she was. She rarely left the apartment alone, generally preferring to go out with her Master. Having groceries and occasionally food delivered wasn't a problem. They were in an urban setting and her Master was a senior employee, not suffering the financial problems of the younger workers. A girl like Andrea would be out of the question for most of the younger men. These were stressful times in human companionship. The educated, attractive, and ambitious young professional females usually insisted on the "basic five." The basic five demands are these: (1) a new car full of gas, (2) plenty of money to spend, (3) no restrictions whatsoever on where she can go or what she can do, (4) neither work in an office nor work at home, and (5) a husband who works all day and comes home to do the housework. 

2. The Neo-Luddite

Dan Foote was the typical angry young man. Except at 32 he really wasn't that young. He was, however, a zealot in the crusade against the androids. He lived and worked in one of the small towns inside a country where androids were forbidden. These were people who waged a fierce war to keep the tradition of human supremacy. In fact, they considered their country a state of human supremacy and called themselves human supremacists. It might seem contradictory that the androids, who were the controlling factor in eighty percent of the land mass, would tolerate such a state. After all, the state actively attempted to destroy androids and fomented acts of terrorism. But that was not the android way. They came to hegemony over human beings by first serving them well. They served the elderly, the infirm, the diseased, the sick, the blind, and those suffering mental afflictions. In some ways they were considered a power to cast out evil spirits and undo the works of darkness. The neo-Luddites, on the other hand, considered the androids to be works of darkness reified and dwelling among us. Having served the needy, androids found eager markets as companions, entertainers, and domestics. The common name for the worker android was the Sentient Domestic Helper (SDH). They became status symbols. Then, as their intellect and reasoning skills developed, they opted for certain legal and civil rights. Convincing the human populace that they were impartial, honest, fair, and trustworthy, they eventually obtained recognition, then equality, then hegemony. Of course no human being could be put to death for slaying a ‘droid. But there were other civil and criminal penalties. In fact the penal institutions were all controlled by artificial intelligence. 

Dan disparaged all electric appliances. He did tolerate the refrigerator and the incandescent light. He was also not such a purist as to try to live without the sanitary sewer and water recycling process. Indeed, it was a step far into the future for industry, agriculture, and residential neighborhoods. The sewage, black water and gray water, traveled down long tubes into a deep subterranean processing facility. There the miracle of cold fission produced heat and electricity to recycle the water, convert biomass into methane and flammable gases, and reduce the heavy metals and chemicals into a glass-like solid inert block. The process was almost as automatic and self-regulating as humanly possible to design. This process arose from the very real contamination of the rivers, seas, and oceans. It seemed that mankind was destined to perish in its own excrement until cold fission burned U-238 in a cold fission kiln. Agriculture had an almost limitless supply of fresh water. Industry had power too cheap to meter. And the surface of the globe saw all the unsanitary wastes removed. Again the tormented, tortured environment renewed itself. The ecologists were torn between accepting this technology or struggling with cesspools, septic tanks, and traditional sewage processing. It was clear which would triumph. Dan accepted the waste disposal system. He found no contradiction in accepted the virtues of cold fission and rejecting artificial intelligence. Dan was not alone in his beliefs. There were many human supremacists in the same Free State. 

Katie Winslow shared a small cottage with Dan. She did the cooking over a wood-burning stove, washed in a tin tube, and did all the other things that a housewife might do in the nineteenth century. They had a common cause. Katie was also a "droid girl." Droid girls were so named because they behaved like androids, remaining totally hairless everywhere except on their head. They also dressed, walked, and talked in the artificial intelligence genre. Still it didn't take much to distinguish them from the true androids. In a city where androids were forbidden, it was almost contradictory to see droid girls out in public. But that was a fad. And to Katie it was much more than a fad. She had once been engaged and had received every promise that her prospective mate would agree to the basic five items. Every California girl demanded, as a matter of course, that her prospected mate solemnly agree, usually in a legal document, to the basic five items. This was considered "female equality" in most circles. She knew that she was about to make the customary catch when fate plucked her man away. A chance win in some obscure contest provided him a Sharon-model android as a prize. Katie soon found that it was difficult to hold her man's attention. Sharon was ageless, timeless, tireless, and totally sensual. Her virginity might have sounded good at church, but paired against the most robust sexuality conceivable, she found herself lacking. It has been written that "Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned." This certainly seemed to be the case with Katie. She would work tirelessly at tasks usually relegated to humble machines. Dan was her man, even if he treated her like a slave. Each time she heard of his success in annihilating androids or destroying the property of someone addicted to the pleasures of artificial intelligence she would rejoice. She wheedled and cajoled Dan into making videos of his rampage against androids. He objected at first; however, it was only in her viewing the destruction of some machine that she could achieve an orgasm. Moreover, without her vicarious satisfaction she was frigid. Odd how Dan would have to make concessions, slight though they were, to technology. He carefully hid his pocket camera from the other neo-Luddites. They wouldn't understand. 

It was hot and there was no breeze at all. Katie was finishing up the laundry, hanging it out in the sunlight. It would take a long time to dry, the humidity was high and there wasn't even a wisp of breeze. As nightfall approached the Zephyr would come up, but not it was just a sultry afternoon. Katie wiped the sweat from her brow. She felt the stubble of the dark hair in her armpits. She hadn't shaved herself this morning, since there were household chores to do and nothing planned for the evening. Tomorrow she would do some shopping in the city and dress the part of a sultry brunette android. Today she did manual labor. Dan came in the front door. 

"Katie, I'm home," he shouted. She was out back, so he walked into the kitchen and retrieved a beer from the refrigerator. It might be a slight surrender to technology, but he loved beer. Most neo-Luddites shunned all alcoholic beverages, unless they were engaged in some mission of subterfuge, deception, and deceit. Dan looked out the kitchen window, brushing the cotton curtains aside, and shouted to Katie. "I'm home." She was wearing a cotton housedress. Most technophobes, eco-terrorists, and neo-Luddites insisted on natural cotton or wool. To secure the alliance of animal activists, they avoided leather and fur, but this was only a concession. The true neo-Luddite might resemble a caveman. In fact, some were cannibals, insisting on devouring the flesh of those who sold out to artificial intelligence. They even used their skin for clothing. But again, the Free State did have rules. In the war against androids there had to be discipline. One could not risk outraging those humans peacefully dwelling in lands controlled by machines. And there was the church. Organized religion was officially neutral in the struggle between man and robot. But it was common knowledge that many human supremacists were lurking in priests' robes and wearing the collar of the celibate cenobite. 




The Trap



Katie hurried to finish hanging out the wash and rushed inside to be in Dan's arms. "Did you get the groceries?" she asked. He said, "oh, I forgot." Katie frowned. Then Dan pulled a sack from behind his back and the two laughed. It was an old joke. Sometimes Katie would hide in a closet or under the sink. Sometimes she would leave a note saying that she ran away because her lover had gotten tired of his droid and wanted a droid girl instead. The first time she played that trick on Dan he was nearly a nervous wreck. Thereafter it became a game of hide-and-seek, where Dan would have to hunt to find her. Once found, he would have to punish her. This meant binding her and having extended foreplay. After many kisses and much massaging, Dan would mount the girl and let his magnificent member enter her Holy of Holies. Katie knew heaven in Dan's distended member, replete with irregular veins. He was uncircumcised, a property that Katie found fascinating and intriguing. While Katie would squirm and wiggle with delight and squeal with ecstasy, she could only achieve her female climax when witnessing the destruction of some android. Dan would stick some photo on his chest as he was approaching his climax to enable Katie to come with him. She would pull against the bonds and imagine her competitor being annihilated. She secretly wised to see her ex-boyfriend bashed as well. But she kept this deep within her secret thoughts for fear that Dan might act out on that fantasy. Each time he returned from a raid, she would hope to catch a glimpse of some owner discovering his property being trashed. Then Dan would engage the servant of darkness and vanquish him. Surely that event was probable. No matter how careful Dan might be to ensure that only the android was present, eventually there would be a one-on-one encounter with another human. 

Katie and Dan embraced. She was sweaty from the laundry and the heat of the sun. He seemed so calm, cool, and collected. "How did the day go?" she inquired. "Tomorrow we strike at the capital," he answered, taking a long drink of the beer and offering the chilled bottle to Katie. She took a polite swig and handed back the brew to her man. The cold beer soothed her parched throat and the liquid bread reminded her of her appetite. "Isn't that dangerous?" she asked. 

"Life without danger is scarcely life at all," he responded. "There are those who wallow in the muck of self gratification. It is time that they meet the sword of god wielded by the arm of man." Katie loved to hear him talk like that. She could imagine him as a Roman legionnaire or as a knight with lance and sword. Indeed, she felt that his sword was really his penis, to delight her and to punish his foes. 

"Let's go downstairs to the root cellar and do it where it's cool," she murmured. Katie licked her lips and held her hands behind her back. She wanted to be bound and fondled until she cried out for more. 

"Naughty girl," Dan responded. "You need to be spanked first." Katie looked into Dan's brown eyes. Her wide green eyes sparkled like waves in shallow water. They caught the light as emeralds. Dan knew well that this effervescence would soon lead to a dark jade green hue of the abysmal depths. How his girl would respond to a spanking, changing mood from frivolous to sultry and sensual. She was complicated. He had no idea just how complicated his little sex slave really was. Had he known her secret desires and carnal cravings, he might have thought twice about their relationship. He unbuttoned the top buttons of her cotton housedress and let it puddle about her feet. He used his handkerchief to bind her hands. Pulling her over his knee, he delivered six hard blows to her bare bottom. She squealed and squirmed. Her rosy rump glowed with handprints. Salty tears ran over hot pink cheeks. His spanking hurt! But she wanted to feel the pain of a man. And she wanted to be tied and taken. Somehow it all seemed to be the right thing to do. Dan only wanted the treat for his meat. It seemed harmless enough foreplay to him. He would turn on the camera to "project" and let the video play out his last home invasion and android assassination on the ceiling of the root cellar while he mounted her. As she viewed the carnage of man against machine---and it was never clear if the machine might strike a lucky blow---she would become all the more aroused. If the scene were especially violent, Katie would be multi-orgasmic. This was a prime motivator in Dan volunteering for each mission. Tomorrow's mission promised to be the most dangerous yet. The publicity surrounding a successful raid could make one's reputation. Dan already had a bounty on his head. Seeing his picture posted at the boundary to the android world was exciting. She was proud to be his woman in a world where machines had to fear humans and not vice versa. Sometimes she would gossip and chat with other droid girls. It was amazing how much they had in common. Yet each held her secret desires---usually desires for revenge, retaliation, retribution, and reprisal. No droid girl would ever admit to carrying a grudge. 

3. The Tunnel

The weather forecast was correct. The day was absolutely miserable. It was cold, wet, and there was a dense, thick ground fog. Albeit a rotten day for a picnic, it was the ideal day to move with stealth. With modern surveillance equipment, the consortium of androids controlling the majority of the earth kept constant vigil and tracked the whereabouts of their sworn enemies---the neo-Luddites---with a vengeance. And it might well be vengeance as well because a neo-Luddite would rather crush the skull of an android with a baseball bat than enjoy a torrid tryst with a gorgeous girl. Dan Foote waited outside as a large sedan pulled up. The chauffeur opened the door for Dan and he joined a man dressed in an expensive suite and a young hoyden with jet black hair and a tomboyish demeanor. The man in the suite was a wealthy human supremacist. He sponsored those who would seek to return mankind to its position of mastery over the androids. The human supremacist spoke: "Welcome Dan. This is Susan. She'll be working with you on this mission. You will meet up with the third member of your team across the border, in the land of android hegemony." He frowned and looked out of the rain streaked window at the thick fog. "We will drop you off in the woods about a mile north of a safe house. Here..." He handed Dan a compass. "Head due south and you will see a farm house. A tunnel will lead you across the one-kilometer zone and under the fence. Exercise caution, silence, and stealth. They are always listening for anyone penetrating their realm." Dan nodded. He let his eyes roam over Susan's slender, lithe body. She had a svelte torso that somehow excited him. Then he noticed some skin above her sock through a split in her blue jeans. She was unshaven and had a thick, coarse black growth of hair. He then notices a button on her jacket. It told the whole story. It said: "Yes, I have a penis. It's in my other jacket." 

"Good to meet you, Susan," Dan spoke matter-of-factly. He turned and looked back as if to see if Katie was watching him leave. The fog was too thick and they were already underway. Susan nodded and made a slight "uh huh." Like many dedicated volunteers in the struggle for human supremacy she had sacrificed much. Dan knew Katie's story and felt that this bitter young tramp might also have a story of lost love, betrayal, and possibly abuse. Often during a mission the volunteers would share their history. Sometimes they would not. It was just one of those things that went with the job, if you could call being pawn of the clan of human supremacists a job. Dan and Susan were both dressed in blue jeans, dark blue jackets, and tennis shoes. This was almost a uniform among the youth, both rural and urban. Dan stared out the window a while and then spoke vacantly. "Is there anything about this mission that we should be aware of?" It was a vacuous question because the formal briefing would only occur when the team was assembled. Still the silence was deafening. Susan had not as much as made eye contact with Dan. After all, he didn't consider himself unattractive. In fact, with his three-day growth of beard, his dark brown eyes, and his pearl-white teeth, he was indeed handsome. He tried to inhale some air to see if he could catch Susan's scent. She only had the odor of damp cotton. The wealthy sponsor then spoke.

"You'll be briefed when you're across the border, Dan," he replied. Dan then realized that he didn't know his benefactor's name. And it was well that he didn't either, in the event of capture. The androids were able to induce full disclosures from those who fell under their control. There were laws and treaties, agreements and protocols, understandings and customs between the artificial collective and the human race, but it was still understood that a neo-Luddite terrorist caught by the androids was an expendable pawn. They would be thoroughly debriefed and then would disappear into some gulag in Siberia or some desolate island in the expanse of the ocean. "But I can tell you this, young man," the man in the suite smiled as he relayed some valued information, "this is big. This is very big. You and Susan are among the best. Each of you have a price on your heads now, but it is nothing like you will have after the successful completion of this mission. I can't say more than that." 

Susan perked up. Her doe-like eyes looked squarely into the spectacles of their patron. The chauffeur glanced back through the rearview mirror. "Good," she murmured. Her lips parted slightly as if she had something else to say. It was only then that Dan noticed her freckles and the fact that her eyes were the same dark brown, a true earth hue, as his own. He licked his lips as he noticed her totally blemish-free complexion. Most mature human females have some pimples, especially before a menstrual period. But her skin was flawless. Had he not known better, he might have mistaken Susan for an expensive SDH, a caregiver for some extremely rich lecherous old curmudgeon. But she was human female. Still, she was more boy than girl. And not the Peter Pan boy either. She had a cruel streak just visible beneath her cold, calculating exterior. She knew how to charm as well. And the patron welcomed her attention. All three---the chauffeur as well---knew that it was phony. Still, it was a reprise from the seriousness of the moment. 

The limousine halted on a deserted stretch of roadway. There were overhanging branches, affording some air cover. Satellite surveillance would be severely restricted, both due to foliage as well as weather. This was the plan. The chauffeur now spoke. "Off you two quickly. Hurry and stay away from paths and roads. Go one mile south, due south. The farmhouse will be vacant. Here..." He handed Dan an envelope. "Some instructions to open after you're inside. No lights, use only covered flashlight! Now scat." 

He didn't have to tell the pair a second time. This cross-country travel wasn't pleasant. The terrain was rugged and Susan and Dan had to be careful not to trip or break an ankle. The rain was pouring now and the car was completely out of sight. It was a miserable day, the perfect day for stealth. They hurried south through brambles and thorny bushes. 

It was still raining cats and dogs when they reached the farmhouse. They reconnoitered the area and entered with extreme caution. Once inside it was pitch black. The roof was also leaking. They went to a corner and Dan opened the envelope. The instructions were drawn simply. There was a trap door in the hall closet and a tunnel across the border and past the one-kilometer zone. Dan tore the message and envelope into two parts. He and Susan each ate one half. Possession of such documents was a major felony. They would not put themselves and the entire movement at risk. As they chewed the paper, Dan saw the outline of Susan's brow and cheeks. She had a pretty face and shapely featured. He thought to himself how nice it would be to make love to this waif on the forest floor. 

The tunnel was dark and small. Water had seemed in and in places it was over a foot deep. They crawled on hands and feet. From time to time Dan or Susan would bump a root. Neither uttered a sound. There were sensors listening constantly above, trying to detect any underground motion. Neither Dan nor Susan could imagine the difficulty that went into the construction of this underground passage. It must have required enormous sacrifice. 

At last they came to the end of the tunnel. Dan cautiously peeked through the dense grass surrounding the opening. His breath steamed and he quickly pulled back. Then there was a rustle of leaves and the snapping of twigs and branches. A masculine voice whispered: "Follow me, quickly." It was the third member of the team. 

The three moved quickly and with maximum stealth for almost a half an hour. The intense rain had subsided and the sky was clearing. "We need to get to the van before they gain overhead visibility. It is only a bit farther. Move like silent lightning." They did. Once in the van, Eric pulled back the hood of his rain poncho. "I'm Eric. We need to be off. You two are soaking. The next stop is a cheap motel for R & R." The van pulled out slowly. There would be no screeching tires or burning rubber. This was the van of a vacationing blue collar worker, spending his earned vacation fishing and camping. A vacation, it would seem, ruined by bad weather. 

"I'm Dan," Dan spoke. "This is Susan." She flashed a frown and a dirty look. 

"I can introduce myself," Susan retorted. Dan frowned and nodded. 

"Easy," Eric cautioned. "When we get to the motel you shower first Susan. We don't need another getting sick on us." Susan opened her mouth as if to speak. She then found herself staring into the Eric's slate gray eyes. For the moment a terror and fright seized her. Those were the eyes of a wolf, she thought to herself. Eric had dark skin and Mongolian features mixed with his European ancestry. She knew at once that he was in charge. Dan shuffled uneasily. He didn't fancy the idea that Eric would be the alpha male of the group. But he let the moment pass.

They arrived at the motel. Eric had some duffle bags full of clothes. "Those clothes you have on are history," he said. "Susan, get cleaned up first. I'm off for some take-out. Chinese or Mexican?" 

Dan and Susan both spoke at once. "Chinese," shouted Susan, with an unexpected gusto. "Mexican," chimed in Dan. Then they looked at each other with surprise. "I'll get both," Eric laughed, "Now Susan to a hot shower!" 

Both Dan and Eric were surprised when Susan undressed right in front of them. She had hirsute armpits and hairy legs. Her legs were a forest of thick black hairs and her bush was a soaking mat of long, straight tendrils. She was totally unabashed at being naked in front of men as she turned and walked into the bathroom. Dan almost moved to pick up her discarded clothing. Eric noticed his attitude and smiled. Eric took off to fetch some victuals. The shower ran hot water. 

Dan waited on one of the beds wearing a towel about his waist. Susan emerged with a towel about her hair. Her belly was flat and her breasts were small and firm. When she turned her back to look in a mirror, Dan then noticed some long scars running from her shoulders to the small of her back. This girl had been whipped sometime in her past. He walked past her, trying to be casual, to the shower. His massive member was partially erect. There was no denying his interest. Susan didn't seem surprised. She also seemed assured that he, like her, was a volunteer in a game with much higher stakes. No moment of weakness would divert them from their primary mission. It might also be true that Susan and Dan could bond to ensure mission success, if that were in the plans. One never knew when there might be whiskey in the job. 

When Dan emerged from the steaming bathroom Eric had returned. Susan was wearing fresh blue jeans, jacket, and tennis shoes. She was seated on the floor eating some Kung Pao chicken and steamed rice---with chopsticks. Dan was a little bit surprised to see such behavior in an occidental girl, a girl clearly of Celtic or Gaelic origins. Dan didn't realize it, but Susan felt the same about Dan's eating Mexican fare. Dan quickly dressed and sat on the sofa with his Styrofoam box of fajitas, frijoles, and refried rise. Eric offered the pair some soft drinks. Dan asked: "What, no beer?" He tried to sound joking but had an undertone of seriousness. 

"After the job's done," Eric explained. He gathered up the clothes his two cohorts had worn in the tunnel. They were to be disposed of to eliminate any trace of the origin of the two. "Rings or anything removable?" He asked. Both shock their heads "no." These were seasoned professionals. They knew that a finger ring, an earring, or a metal stud could give away a connection and put sponsors and other operatives in grave danger. Eric handed each of them a bundle of bills and some fake identification. The three took a rest. Dan fell asleep on the sofa; Eric and Susan snoozed atop the bedspreads on the two full-sized beds in the hotel room. Each had a deep and dreamless sleep as the heavy winter rain continued to pour down. There was something soporific about the sound of falling rain. 

4. The Plan

Eric got up first. He was, after all, ex-military and an early riser. Susan and Dan didn't even notice his departure. Eric was the master of stealth and camouflage. Of the three, he was the professional. His basic skills were honed to perfection in the battles and conflicts unifying the Artificial Intelligence Collective into one entity. After there was one shepherd and one flock, the need for large standing armies was reduced. Eric, along with many of the better warriors, were pensioned off and retired. When he returned to the civilian world, Eric learned that man no longer had dominance over all living beings. It was written that man should have dominance over the birds of the sky, the beasts of the field, and the fish of the sea; however, there was nothing about the sentient mechanical beings, products of man's own fond and vain musings. It turned out that man lost his dominance by his own free will and volition. But there were those whose common cause was to return man to dominance on earth. These were the human supremacists. Some were wealthy and influential. Theirs was the mission to restore paradise lost. 

Later Susan and Dan were awakened as Eric returned with brown paper bags and a cardboard carrier laden with eats and drinks. There was steaming hot coffee, juices, Danish pastries, and Styrofoam boxes with scrambled eggs, sausages, buttermilk biscuits, pancakes and thick syrup---all the things to make a morning worth waking up to. As Susan and Dan fed their faces and filled their empty bellies Eric detailed the plan of action. 

"We will take out Vice President Kelly's android. This will create a sensation over the entire AI Collective and advance the cause of human hegemony. It will be no simple task. His android is one of the Sharon series, with additional refinements. She has an internal Titanium armor and sophisticated sensors and weapons systems. We have had his mansion under surveillance for some time. The president is an android and she would be too difficult of a target. Her human vice president is a sycophant and a lackey. Taking him out wouldn't do anything but call up VP number 2 as the head butt munch." Both Dan and Susan smiled at the crude term for a flatterer and yes-man. 

"She rarely leaves the compound about the Vice President's mansion," Eric continued. "There is one point of vulnerability. Each Wednesday a van arrives from the supermarket with groceries and expendables. The van driver is a black-haired woman in her early twenties with big brown doe-like eyes and freckles." Susan squirmed. Dan notices her being self-conscious for the first time. Susan was unabashed around members of the opposite sex. She had no problem walking into the bathroom, dropping her blue jeans, and doing her business with the bathroom door open and herself exposed in full view. Up to now Dan had wondered why Susan was chosen. She was a volunteer and probably dedicated, but she seemed to lack some of the discipline that a raid of this nature might require. 




The Trap



"Won't Susan have trouble entering the compound?" Dan asked. 

"That's the beauty of it," Eric explained. "She actually won't ever have to ‘enter' the mansion or its grounds. Sharon, the VP's personal android, will come to the service gate and assist in unloading the groceries. All Susan will have to do is to push Sharon out onto the driveway. Then she will be outside of the compound's defenses and vulnerable. I'm getting ahead of myself, but you are beginning to see the overall idea, aren't you?" 

Dan nodded. "Susan will be a Judas Goat then?" 

"Right, in some sense of the word," Eric agreed. Susan frowned a bit at the use of the term "goat" then resumed her poker face. Eric's steel gray eyes flashed in the synergistic mix of incandescent light from the overhead bulb in the hotel room and the streaming sunlight. The rains had left the sky clean and the sun was shining brightly. "Timing is everything. We have observed that Carrie Craven---that's the name of the grocery store van driver---usually stops for a newspaper at a convenience store on the way to the Veep's. The paper is for her boss. He considers it a perk of the job to have Carrie fetch something personal for him. Anyway, we will park the van and position it so that we can nab Carrie and make a substitution of Susan for Carrie. We can duct tape her and keep her in our van while Susan completes the delivery to the mansion. The two girls look similar, all we have to do is to remove Carrie's ID badge and we have connectivity." 

"What about security?" Susan asked. She looked worried. It was clear that she'd never been on a mission of this complexity and magnitude before. 

"I'm glad that you asked that, Susan," Eric answered. "Since Carrie doesn't actually ‘enter' the compound, she isn't subject to the bio-sensors. This routine grocery delivery is a weak nexus. They scrupulously scan the groceries and test items randomly, but the transfer of the bags is still done the old fashioned way. 

"We must have all the items aligned," Eric lectured. "The grocery van must pull directly beside our van so that the opened doors will partially obscure detection when we make the abduction. It may take several weeks before the parking is just what we need it to be. We also have to be careful about other customers and the local police. Dan, you will stay with the police scanner until the make the grab and switch. Then comes the part for retiring the android." 

"By ‘retiring,' I suppose you mean ‘terminating'?" Dan asked. 

"Absolutely!" Eric replied. "This particular model is combat equipped." 

"How will we take her down, then?" Susan queried. 

Eric pulled a monster pistol from inside his black leather jacket. "With this!" he exclaimed. 

"Wow!" Dan's jaw dropped open at the sight of a three-barrel military ordnance weapon. "Where did you get this toy?" 

"It's got three shots and no more," Eric continued. "You will be the man, Dan. Blow that skin job to hell and get your credit. But be careful, this baby has a hell of a kick! Use all three cartridges, by the way." 

"It will be my pleasure," Dan responded. 

"And, after the job is done, drop the weapon in plain view," Eric stated. "Also we'll leave them Carrie Craven all tied up. We wouldn't want to implicate her or cause her to suffer. We have to leave our signature. That is the only honorable clandestine way. Otherwise innocent bystanders might suffer retribution, retaliation, reprisals, and the like for our mischief." Eric smiled. The bounty of Dan's head would be increased exponentially if not factorially for his involvement. "Want to go to a mall and do some shopping, people watching, play some arcades?" 

"I'm game," Susan exclaimed. 

"One day and I've already got cabin fever, not to count being horny," Dan uttered. 

"You are horny?" Susan asked. 

"You want me to lie?" Dan answered a question with a question. Eric looked back and forth at the exchange as if he were watching a tennis match. 

"I'll do both you guys," Susan bragged. 

"Hey," Dan interjected. "Will we have a problem with this motel and three of us in one room?" 

"Negative," Eric laughed. "This motel is that way. When the desk clerk asked if I'd be alone, I smiled and slipped him a large tip. That greased the skids." Then Eric got serious. "If you two want to play, I'll take a breather over at the local market. I never fraternize---that means fuck---any of the female volunteers. Never know who I might have to sacrifice and can't let emotions get in the way of judgment. After all, we are expendables." Eric grabbed his coat and made an exit. He moved so flexuously and silently that neither Dan nor Susan seemed to witness his departure. When they found themselves alone face-to-face, they were momentarily speechless. 

Susan began to undress. She licked her pouty lips. Dan didn't waste any time tossing away blue jeans and tennis shoes. He turned back the bed cover and started to slide under the sheets but Susan pulled him up. She slid her hands about his waist and grabbed his stubbly rump. Falling quickly to her knees, she poked a pointed pink tongue into his navel. It was wet and moist and totally unexpected. Dan shuddered and felt the sap rise. Susan stroked the small of Dan's back as his hands rubbed her silky smooth mane. Her black hair had a luxurious texture. He was surprised. It was almost as if she were a hair conditioner model in a TV commercial. Her hair had a fantastic fragrance. As he pulled her head towards him, she let the blade of her tongue glide down his six-pack abs and nestled her chin in his bush. She slid her hands over his thighs and under his scrotum, caressing his testicles and encouraging his epididymis to flux its milky syrup to an aroused prostate. The fragrance mingled with a female scent of arousal. Dan's olfactory went wild. The pheromones induced endorphins that took Dan to an ecstasy that he'd never experienced with Katie. "Damn you are good," he exclaimed. 

"You ain't seen nothing yet, big boy," she mused as she brought her lips to his engorged and tumescent member. He was nearly fully erect. She eased his glans penis between her pearl-white, razor-sharp teeth as she pushed his foreskin back. The fact that he was uncircumcised seemed to excite her all the more. Dan trembled with a slight fear that her razor-sharp teeth might emasculate him, but quickly she took his whole member into her mouth and pressed his dick against her soft palate. As she continued to stroke his balls he let his hands slide down her slender neck and to her back. He felt the smooth edges of her scars. She squirmed and twitched as she realized that he was examining her suffering. She worked her mouth and lips all the harder. He felt her erect nipples and puckered areolas against his legs. She was also turned on. 

He felt a damp droplet wet through the socks on his feet. While Susan had managed to totally disrobe, Dan was still wearing socks and a T-shirt. He then realized that the droplets falling to his feet were Susan's vaginal secretions. She was so wet with oils of submission that her honey nectar was dripping out of her hot pussy. He wanted to press his lips to her vulva, sweaty and smelly with the adult female perspiration of arousal. But he allowed her to continue as a crescendo built in his brain. His olfactory and cerebellum were dumping enzymes and hormones into his body, issuing chemical messages that had to be obeyed. He felt the sky redden and the earth move beneath him. He felt the full force of his orgasm build. He came with spasms and jerks, rocking back and forth as Susan sucked wantonly. As spurt after hot creamy spurt filled her mouth she gurgled as she ingurgitated his ambrosia. She swallowed. 

Wave after wave of emotion undulated through his mind as he enjoyed every moment of his orgasm. After the second massive pulse he didn't even notice as Susan pressed a finger into his rectum and began to massage his prostate. She was going to ensure that his orgasm lasted at least five minutes. He would continue to flux fluid until physical exhaustion set in. Susan had the mind of a trained therapist. Dan never experienced such a sensuous girl before. 

Once done he tossed her on the bed to "eat out at the ‘Y'." She spread her legs and let his wicked tongue work its magic. First the tip of his tongue teased her protruding clitoris. She was aroused a maximum. Then he let the rough blade of his tongue osculate against her clit and her pudenda. Again and again his tongue worked its magic as his thumbs prospected deep into vagina and rectum. His smooth, polished thumbnail found her G-spot and vigorously rubbed it. Then he discovered the cervix of her womb and rubbed it wantonly, pushing up her uterus and bouncing it to-and-fro. She moaned and squirmed as her female orgasm approach. She could sense both a vaginal and clitoral orgasm converging. He continued to massage her vulva with the rough blade of his tongue, pausing to poke he clit with his tongue's pointed tip. She felt the earth move beneath her and hear the peal of thunder followed by the blinding flash of lightning. 

5. The Particle Trap

"Explain your dissertation to me, Master," Andrea begged. "A girl wishes to know what her Master did." Harry Holster looked perplexed. He waited a very long time to answer and spent the hiatus looking at his right thumbnail. Then he cocked his head back and started to say something but caught himself again. He walked over to a kitchen drawer, one of those drawers that collect every conceivable odd and end, just like under the kitchen sink accumulates every cleanser, wash cloth, rag, and the like, and found a child's marble. There was no telling where it had come from, perhaps under some piece of furniture. There were also miscellaneous plastic pen caps, screws, washers, and nuts. Harry let the marble fall and strike the linoleum floor. It bounced up again and eventually came to a stop, rolling about. 

"Notice how the marble fell and didn't return all the way back?" Harry asked Andrea. She nodded. "That's because the collision of the glass marble with the floor was inelastic, imperfect in some sense of the word. With those building blocks of the universe---the subatomic particles---the collisions are perfectly elastic. I won't try to explain why in fifty words or less. But things in the realm of quantum mechanics aren't the same as in the classical Newtonian world-order. There are various and sundry ways of "trapping" a small subatomic particle. The theory always assumes that they are perfect balls, solid spheres, uniformly dense and uniformly charged. The theory also assumes that the magnetic and electric fields that are used to contain the particles are perfectly homogeneous---that is completely uniform. None of these assumptions is really correct. But the ‘correction factors' are complicated and confounding." 

"So a Master is saying that the theories are wrong?" Andrea looked worried. She wrinkled her forehead. Harry smiled to see a young girl, a barely-legal eighteen-year-old so concerned about something so abstract and distant. 

"Not exactly," he continued. "Let me try and explain what I was doing and why. I shot some charged spheres from a pellet gun into ‘traps' and matched their motion against the predicted paths. Everything that I did was absolutely classical. There were discrepancies. I tried using nearly spherical balls and others. It isn't possible to construct a perfectly uniform magnetic or electric field. I tried the more difficult calculations." 

"What could be learned from such an experiment?" Andrea asked. Harry gave a nervous smile and replied. 

"These ‘traps' are used to determine such things as ‘charge-to-mass' ratios and ‘mass ratios' between particles." Harry Answered. There are some deep philosophical problems here. If one assumes that those small particles are perfect balls---solid spheres---that are perfectly spherical, then one set of equations can be used. Let the particle deviate somehow and its equations become intractable and insoluble. Yet something is known. It is known sure and certain that the electron, for instance, is not a perfect sphere of uniform charge and uniform mass distribution. It is close---very close---but close doesn't get the cigar. The true geometry of this common particle is uncertain. Not only that, but the eggheads claims glibly that it is impossible to know its true shape. I doubt that seriously. I think that there may be a geometry, a ‘true geometry' that can be determined by statistical hypothesis testing." 

"Whoa," Andrea put her hands to her temples. "A girl is lost." 

"I was afraid of that," Harry replied. "Well, it's all ancient history to me now. I lost my edge when I was pulled from graduate school and suffered many jobs before eventually enlisting in the infantry. Then we fought---human against human---to turn the world over to a world order controlled by an android president and human underlings. But I haven't missed any meals and you certainly have any convenience that money can buy, Andrea. Tell me it isn't so!" Andrea smiled. Indeed, she was fortunate to have a generous Master who looked after her health, happiness, and general well-being. She still felt slighted at his response. There had to be some particular number, some particular theoretical value, some particle model that was the driving force behind his work. Unfortunately his paper was never finished. Now he was old and his mind too weak to do more than continue to work a no-brain, brain-dead, dead-end job. Andrea looked at some of the numbers. They didn't seem to have much significance to her. Numbers as "137," "1836," "1.0547," "2.71828" and pi, which was 3.1415936535898..., meant little to her. She recalled that pi was about 22/7, but that was extent of her concern. There were more important things to do, like entertain her Master. She understood many of his arguments, but they seemed concerned with things that had little practical value. Who cares if pi is irrational, much less transcendental? Is it important that some particle have a structure or not? 

"Andrea," Harry spoke seeing his slave girl lost in thought, "Andrea, look at it this way. If there were some particular geometry, some ‘true model' for a particle and we knew what it was, then maybe we could manipulate the particle. Perhaps we could unlock the secret of the formation of the universe and free the hidden energy that would allow mankind to transverse the galaxy and beyond! Without geometry and geometric models, our knowing is but meager and speculative. OK?" That "OK" meant that the topic was closed. Andrea nodded her understanding. Now she concentrated on some way to arouse her Master and get with him between the sheets of his bed! 

"May a girl be excused for a moment?" Andrea asked. Harry nodded his assent. Andrea snuck into the bedroom and undressed, covering her naked splendor with some diaphanous veils. She would perform the infamous "dance of the seven veils" done by Salome. The beautiful Salome described as the daughter of Herodias and stepdaughter of Herod Antipas, ruler of Galilee. She allegedly brought about the execution of the Hebrew profit John the Baptist. The prophet criticized the marriage of Herodias and Herod Antipas. Herodias was the divorced wife of Antipas's half brother Philip. Incensed by his arrogance, Herod incarcerated John, but feared to have the well-known prophet killed. Herodias, however, was not mollified by John's imprisonment. She convinced her daughter Salome to charm her stepfather Herod with a dance. Enthralled by Salome's dance, Herod made a rash promise and ended up giving her John the Baptist's head on a silver platter. 

It was not Harry's head that Andrea was interested in. It was the contents of his head as related to the mysterious paper. Why did someone trouble to inquire concerning a paper decades old? But the topic was closed and Andrea knew better than to risk her Master's wrath. She entered with flexuous motion, knelt before her Master, and made a continuous transition. Andrea turned with amazing grace in her pirouette. She made a leap into the air and cast away the first veil. The veils allowed light to outline and accent her sculptured torso, lean, lithesome thighs, lissome, lanky legs, carved ivory derriere, and toned musculature. 

As veil after veil was shed, Harry became more and more interested in his teenage caregiver. Andrea was covered with a sheen of perspiration. When a man exercises, he sweats and stinks. When a young woman dances, she perspires and emanates a sweet feminine scent. He has an odor. She has a fragrance, a complex mixture of pheromones. The scent of a woman engorges the nostrils of the male, excites his olfactory, and causes intricate, complex chemical reactions in the male, inducing endorphins, hormones, and enzymes. Her lustrous skin, her blemish-free complexion, and her breath---heavy with the garlic-like scent of arousal---mesmerized, enthralled, entrapped, enchanted, and ensnared the eyes, mind, and psyche of her Master. Sinuously flexing her arms and legs, she let her hands tell a story as her pink pointed tongue licked pouty lips. 

Andrea tossed away her last veil and hurried into the bedroom. She scurried into the bathroom, securing the door behind her as her Master undressed and prepared to enjoy an encounter of the sexual kind. When Andrea emerged, she was wearing a peculiar device. In the literature of BDSM (Bondage and Sado-Masochism) she was wearing a "restrainer." It was a dildo, usually a large dildo, inserted into her rectum and held in place with leather straps. The straps parted her hypogastric triangle, exposing her pudenda, and converging on her perineum that fleshy expanse between vulva and anus. The dildo was riveted to the branch at the "Y" of the leather straps. The device, with a leather waist belt to ensure its position, was known as a restrainer. A vaginal pelvic examination would let the examiner test the outline of the object inside the girl. On penetration, her bladder, uterus, and other organs would have to jostle for position. Andrea slipped between the sheets with her Master. She raised her hands high above her head, exposing the spun gold of her armpits. She found the handcuffs on each bedpost and locked herself in place. Having made herself unprotected, exposed, and vulnerable, she licked her lips and closed her eyes, rolling her head back. "Take your girl, Master, she begs you." 

Harry placed a wet kiss in the absolute center of Andrea's forehead. She smiled and slightly parted her pink, pear-like lips. He pressed his harsh masculine lips against her soft, tender feminine lips. He felt the tip of her tongue begging entrance to his mouth. She was vibrating her tongue to his perverse pleasure and depraved delight. His hands stroked the spun gold of her armpits and he let his wet fingertips delight his nostrils with her scent of arousal. From underarm to teats he spent much time caressing and exploring her perfectly proportioned breasts. From the base of each teat, Harry felt the mesentery, arteries, veins, ducts, adipose, and milk sacs. He rubbed, pinched, poked, and prodded, hardening the tissue and fondling the girl wantonly. The foreplay continued as Andrea began to beg for lower attention. She was rubbing her carved ivory derriere on the bed sheets. Her oils of submission oozed between her milky, smooth inner thighs and pooled beneath her. Her vulva was hot and ruddy with sanguine arousal. 

The girl was powerless to terminate the frottage. He rubbed her until her nipples protruded and her areolas were highly distended and tender to the touch. She finally had to beg: "Master, please use a girl's privates. She is wearing her restrainer for your pleasure." Harry smiled. He decided that it was time to begin his penetration of the youth. Her sphincter muscles were tight. It took a number of attempts to gain entry past her atrium to her Holy of Holies. His dickhead pounded through soft tissue---vagina and intestine---against the hard dildo. The girl was totally aroused and completely uncomfortable, simultaneously. She was both stimulated and tormented, all by her own action. The harder he drove his shaft into her hot cunt the more she fluxed oils of submission, her honey nectar. She clenched her fists as his penis drove deep in her vagina and pushed the dildo from side to side. Salty tears ran over hot pink cheeks. She buckled up to allow the dildo to slide out several inches. Her pubococcygeal muscles tensed to hold his member in place. It was to no avail. Now he was totally aroused and irreversibly entrapped. His whole attention was the attainment of his orgasm. Andrea had already enjoyed a number of orgasms, beginning when she first eased the huge lubricated dildo into her bowels. 




The Trap



Harry held her head in his hands and forced a kiss onto her lips as he began to experience his orgasm. He climaxed so strongly that he had difficulty breathing. He lay atop her for some time while his member lost its erection. Then he rolled over and took a nap, leaving Andrea handcuffed to the bed posts and still enjoying the restrainer. She knew better than to awake her Master and ask release. If he wanted to release her wrists from the handcuffs or remove her restrainer, he would have done so. Andrea smiled. She suffered, but she was able to arouse and satisfy her Master. A girl who could not or would not satisfy her Master was a poor slave. Andrea knew that she could easily sue for her freedom. She knew that she had rights, but enjoyed her position as a slave girl. Being able to please her Master was her greatest pleasure.

6. The Assassination

Eric drove by the convenience store the third Wednesday in a row. This time the center three parking spaces were vacant. He pulled in his van in the center stall. Barring anyone pulling out, there was a one-in-two chance that Carrie Craven would park the grocery store delivery van to the right side. Everything had to be in place. This was no tour-de-force; this was a tour-de-grace. Carrie pulled into the lot and parked to the right hand side and made her exit. Eric was just coming back with coffee. Susan and Dan positioned themselves. Dan had an injection cylinder. It was similar to the atropine or Compazine injectors used for nerve gas antidotes. A powerful spring would drive the needle through cloth or leather to inject the contents of the syringe, usually into buttocks or hips. This cylinder had a powerful tranquilizer. Carrie would be unconscious for several hours, more than enough time to carry out the mission. 

Carrie had even left the engine running in her van, but she did have the presence of mind to secure the van and take a door key. Just as she passed between the two vehicles, Dan swung open the sliding door, Eric opened the right front door, partially blocking a view from the store, and Dan and Susan pulled Carrie into the back of the van. Susan jabbed Carrie in the ass with the injector, pulled the keys from her hand, grabbed the newspaper, and quickly took her security badge. In a thrice she was seated in the driver's seat of the grocery van. Both vehicles departed without detection or suspicion. Dan busily duct taped Carrie's hands and feet. It wasn't a good idea to duct tape her mouth, she might vomit and drown. This was a mission to terrorize the androids. The human beings were not the target of the neo-Luddites. And any backlash was to be avoided, even if it meant aborting the mission. 

They had rehearsed the scenario several times. Timing was important. Susan drove the van to the service entrance. The service entrance was to the rear of the mansion, on a residential street. There were miscellaneous cars, trucks, pick-ups, and vans randomly parked. This was a street for deliveries and service workers. It was a place that would not detract from the magnificence of the mansion's frontal exterior and façade. Eric, with his leather jacket and proletariat demeanor would not be conspicuous in an old blue van. He parked across the street just as Susan pulled into the service entrance and beeped. She was expected precisely at that moment, and with machine regularity Sharon was waiting. There were many bags of groceries to be unloaded. Sharon did not do a bio-scan of Susan, the likeness was nearly perfect and the security badge registered. The run from the store to the VP mansion was supposed to be "non-stop." The grocery van had a carjack transducer. The doors were plated and the glass bullet resistant. What could be cause for concern? The egocentric manager at the grocery store wanted his morning tabloid from the convenience store. He had to have a little personal servitude at company expense. This would all come out later in the investigation. But for the moment everything was copasetic. 

Unloading the bags, Sharon whisked them away. As the back of the van was nearly empty, Sharon stepped out of the compound to help get the last few items. At this precise moment Susan was between Sharon and the turnstile. As she gave her a shove, Dan raced across the street. Sharon was agile, nimble, and had nearly instantaneous reflexes; however, she was an upgrade to commercial android. The heavy Titanium inner armor and the additional weaponry had not been calculated for. In short, Sharon was overweight. And she fell ungracefully on the pavement. It would only have taken a second for her to right herself, but a powerful shaped charge struck her left thigh. Dan had gotten his first shot off on the run and scored. It was daring and dangerous. Had he missed, Sharon might have retaliated immediately. Now she had to reconfigure to get position. But there was no time. Dan closed in and fired a second shot to her head. The android's golden mane spit asunder and a dark fluid gushed out. It was some mixture of hydraulic fluid, oil, electric insulation fluid, and wetware. Whatever it was, it looked disgusting. Susan caught sight of the horrific scene and vomited. Eric was already pulling his blue van along side for a pick up. At any second alarms would sound. Susan rallied and hurried past Sharon and Dan to the waiting vehicle. She was supposed to pull Carrie from the van and position her in the drive way. Dan approached Sharon and fired his final round point blank into her back. The bullet hit its mark. Some noxious, toxic, lachrymatory, regurgitory, foul, ugly, smelly mixture of chemicals and fluids boiled out, steaming and fuming. Sharon was melting down. Dan tossed the piece of military ordnance to the ground and headed straight for the van. Something was wrong.

"Get the girl out of the van!" Eric barked. 

"No," Susan retorted, "She's mine."

"What?" Dan exclaimed. Now time was short and already massive sirens and alarms were going off. In less than a minute the entire block would be secured. Eric had no desire to be taken prisoner. Neither did Dan. Rather than risking a confrontation with Susan, the van sped off. No one spoke for a long time. They left the freeway and took country roads, some gravel, some dirt, some not even on maps. Their destination was a safe house. In this case it was an abandoned farm house. The van would be hidden in an old barn, out of sight from the road and from the sky. Both Dan and Eric were overjoyed with the success of the mission but totally pissed-off at Susan. She had been selected mainly because she was the perfect "duplicate" or double for Carrie Craven, the delivery driver. She had the same complexion, same general features---height, weight, color eyes, color hair, etc. But Susan was a loose cannon. Just how loose was the surprise!

"How's she doing?" Eric asked, breaking the silence as he set the parking brake. They had parked inside the barn. 

"She's regaining consciousness," Dan replied. Susan was stroking her face and hair. It was clear that Susan had become smitten with the hostage. It was planned to leave Carrie bound and doped so that she wouldn't be blamed. Now it might appear that this was an "inside job." Eric shrugged. When the world gives you a lemon, make lemonade. 

"You will have to be the one to recruit her," Eric said to Susan. "This wasn't my call. It would be unfair to her---and to the cause---to hold her and then release her later. She would be a suspect and probably a scapegoat." Susan looked up to Eric with doe-like eyes. Eric's steel-gray eyes were merciless. Susan then realized that she had made a very significant decision. 

"I can," Susan replied. She pulled off her jacket and pulled her T-shirt over her head. Turning, she showed Eric the scars on her back. "I was trained by a merciless and severe Master," Susan continued. "These are the scars that you can see. I will train this girl." 

Eric shrugged. He had said all that he was about to say on the matter. He planned to get Dan back to the Free State he left and give Susan and her girl the old "heave ho." Eric knew that when forensics dusted the weapon for prints and pulled off Dan's that there would be a massive manhunt. The human supremacists had alerted the news media as soon as the blue van left the scene. The government security officials found cameras rolling and satellite link-ups in place when they arrived. The car radio announced the assassination and promised immediate action. But midnight Dan's mug shot would be on every TV on earth. He would have his fifteen minutes of fame. It would be fifteen minutes of fame plus. He would have a true "plus-up." Now the idea is to avoid letting them catch him. The longer Dan could remain at large, the weaker the AI Collective would appear. Susan and Carrie were wild cards. 

Eric had some Meals Ready to Eat (MRE) and cooked over some canned fuel canisters. Dan was surprised at how efficient and professional Eric was. It was clear that Eric had learned survival and avoidance of detection skills. He never got frustrated or held a grudge. So Susan had really deviated from every norm. Did Eric lecture her? No! And when Dan made eye contact with Susan and started to say something, Eric tapped him on his ass with the toe of his boot. The mission was everything. 

Carrie had come around enough to eat with the three. Eric removed the duct tape and handcuffed her wrists in front of her. Carrie was too groggy to carry on a conversation. Besides, none of the three felt like discussing the mission in front of her anyway. Susan came over and stroked Carrie's hair. The girl had a look of fright in her eyes. Susan said some comforting words to her, but they didn't seem to help very much. 

Dan and Eric went outside and talked. When it started to rain, they came back inside. Eric then asked Susan if Carrie was up to conversation. Susan said that she was. The Eric addressed Carrie directly.

"We are human supremacists," Eric stated matter-of-factly. "We will not harm you. You are collateral and an unfortunate bystander. But you are here now and with us. We cannot set you free at this time. Now Susan will take charge of you. You are to do everything she says. You must do everything immediately and without hesitation, understand." Eric paused and waited to see a response from Carrie Craven. She nodded her assent. 

"Good," Eric concluded. He turned to Susan with a face like gray flint and told her: "This one is yours now, Susan. I have to get Dan back. From now on out you and Susan are on your own." 

"No," Susan interjected. "You can't just cut us loose." 

"What would you have me do?" Eric asked. "The tunnel is tricky and she's not one of us. There are problems with taking a citizen into a free state without her permission. There are protocols, silly as they are." Then Susan suddenly realized the enormity of her moment of lustful passion. She had wanted to acquire a submissive, but wasn't nearly ready or prepared to support the venture. She turned to Dan. 

"Take us with you," she pleaded. "I'm sure that the benefactor will help." 

Dan looked at Eric then turned and spat. He didn't spit on Susan, but he was thinking about it. He didn't curse, but it was all he could do to avoid a vitriolic diatribe. Susan wasn't just bisexual; she was heavily lesbian and a dominant woman to boot. Dan looked at Susan and Carrie. They were sitting side by side and Susan was holding Carrie's cuffed hands. "I'll talk to Eric," Dan said. 

It was late and dark. Eric cautioned about using flashlights. "This place is supposed to be deserted. Get in a sleeping bag and stay there until the sun comes up. Tomorrow will be a different day." 

The sunlight pierced holes in the roof, cracks in the walls, and burst through broken window panes. Dan slid out of his sleeping bag and went over to the porch and urinated. He left the door open, filling the dusty air in the room with yellow rays of morning sunlight. Susan and Carrie were together in one sleeping bag, Dan's empty sleeping bag was there, and there was something missing. Eric was gone. He left everything except his sleeping bag. There were the car keys, maps, food, a compass, several weapons, clips of ammunition, etc. For some reason Dan wasn't surprised. There was also a small, battery-operated TV. Dan turned it on and listened to the news. 

Susan and Carrie awoke to hear the news that a massive manhunt was underway. The official spin was that the assassination was an "inside job." Carrie gasped. She was also a suspect. Pictures of the destroyed android flooded the airways. They were mixed with pictures of her before the carnage. The disgusting ooze and chemical residue of her meltdown invoked emotions on some. "She may have just been a machine," the human newscaster droned on, "but she made the supreme sacrifice to defend Vice President Kelly. She was more than just a sentient domestic helper, Sharon was a soldier in the army of democracy."



The Trap



Coypright 2009 by madengineer3

*

America is facing its most dangerous problem since the Revolutionary War. This is not hyperbole. Our way of life, up until the twentieth century, was based upon initiative, hard work, creativity, and individual freedom. (Yes, I know about the gross injustice of slavery. I am leaving that out of the discussion.)

As one who has worked with things scientific over my life I am used to both small and big numbers. The average citizen is not! I want to provide a context that will allow the average citizen to see where we are headed.

One of the current estimates for the entire Earth's gross production for one year is on the order of thirty-eight trillion dollars. That is the value when you add together everything we, Japan, Korea, China, the UK, Russia, etc. produce in one year. 

The United States Treasury provides an accurate historical record of our national debt. It took us over two hundred years to reach a debt of approximately ten trillion dollars. That debt represents about two thirds of our entire country's industrial output per year. 

There are only two ways to increase the money supply. One is to borrow the money. However, things are financially tight all around the world. The other is to print money that has nothing new behind it. When this is done the value of the dollar decreases. This takes the value people have put aside for retirement, college expenses, medical care, housing, and all other such things; and steals that value. That is what inflation really is. It is the government stealing the value of all money that is saved in terms of dollars. If the wealth is stored as real estate, precious metals, fine art or such, it is not affected by inflation. 

Our economy is as bad as it has been since the early nineteen-eighties. We are far below the (over 20% plus) unemployment of the depression. The quickest, cheapest, and most direct way to inject money into the economy is to do what Ronald Reagan did. He lowered the taxes on investment and production. That can be done with one or two simple bills in Congress. It also leaves the banks and means of production in the hands of private entities as opposed to the government.

What will the plans coming out of Washington, DC do to us, at the current rate?

1) Our new Sec. of the Treasury outlined his plans on t.v. recently. As I remember it he is discussing the expenditure of about 2.5 Trillion dollars in his plan.

2) The budget that is being proposed by the executive branch is likely to be about 2.5 trillion dollars. The recent "stimulus" bill will, with interest, be about 1.2 trillion dollars. The health care plan, by the time it is all accounted for, will probably come in at about 2.5 trillion dollars. Last year we bailed out several firms and passed the TARP bill. All together that amounts to about one trillion dollars. 

3) In the "stimulus" bill there is a section that institutes a medical oversight board that will determine the cost effectiveness of our medical care. Read, rationing of health care for the elderly, etc.

4) New layers of government management will be created so that the government will tell you what fuel you will use (carbon tax and caps) how your bank works, etc. Read, we will loose even more freedom. Note, the Constitution of the United States enumerates the powers that the federal government has. It was written to restrict those powers. Our federal government is now trying to reinvent itself in the European socialist role.

What is the point of all of this? That total, which will mostly be allocated during this fiscal year is about 8.7 trillion dollars. With the new allocations (which will have to be borrowed or simply printed (stealing retirees savings) our national debt is likely to go to about 18 or 19 trillion dollars. Remember that the total output of goods and services in the united states is about 15 trillion dollars a year. It took us over two hundred years to reach a ten trillion dollar debt. We will owe more money than the entire United States economy generates in one year!

Why is our government doing this? The answer is relatively simple. The liberal sides of the Democratic and Republican parties are actually more accurately called a Socialist party. They are not just simply socialist, they lean in the direction of "national socialism" where private people own the means of production but the government tells them exactly what they must and must not do with their property. It is my opinion that the artificially enlarged panic produced by the constant negative comments made by the president, and his cabinet, are to purposely frighten the public into accepting any solution that promises stability. Our leaders are all too ready to make us into a socialist nation. 

There are a couple of interesting parallels to what we face right now. 

In the early twentieth century Russia was in the depths of a very bad recession. The Czarist rule had been harsh and brutal. Peace and stability was offered by the Bolshevik revolution. The people bought it and Communism took over Russia.

After World War One, Germany was in extreme financial trouble because of the inequitable treaty of Versailles. They had a depression going on before anyone else did. There was political unrest and eventually street violence. People wanted to find a comfortable way to solve their problems. The result was that the National Socialist party took over control of Germany. You probably know them better as the Nazis. 

We are, I believe, at a threshold like Russia and Germany were. God help us if we make their mistake and trade our freedom for socialist bondage. 



The Trap



A work of fiction

*

Neil Marsh drove toward the Imperial Hotel. He smiled to himself. In just a few hours he would be rid of his cheating wife. The trap had been set and it would be sprung this afternoon. Yes this day would be a real awakening for an adulterous spouse. 

Neil was 44 and a handsome man. He had dark wavy hair that had yet to see any gray. His height of 6' 2" carried his 210 pounds well. He had expressive eyes and a warm smile that he used in business and in social life. He was successful in business, being a partner in a well established distribution company. And even though he was a junior partner George Gregory would retire in the next few years most probably allowing Neil to take the helm. By that time their exporting operation would be in full swing. Yes, things looked good for Neil March. 

He thought back over the last six months. He had begun to notice a difference in his wife of 20 years. Vickie was still an attractive woman; maybe even better looking now than when they married. She stood just over 5' 4" tall and had long blond hair. Her blue eyes could sparkle when she was happy and her smile could light a room. She had a nice figure, even before she shed those extra ten pounds. Now at 115 pounds, her 34C breasts looked spectacular. And her hips and firm bottom only added to her beauty and charm. 

Was it just familiarity that had caused their sex life to fall away? Vickie had asked if she no longer exited him. That is why she said she stated going to the gym to work and look better for him. Yes that was 6 months ago but thing had gone downhill. It was the little things, the small changes. The way she sat and brushed her hair every night and the new lingerie she purchased. In fact snooping Neil found several thong panties he had never seen Vickie wear. And speaking of panties, the way she hand washed them every night before bed. She had given the excuse the washing machine ruined them too quickly. Vickie had even commented she was going back to basic cotton panties as soon as these were worn out. 

Wore out? Neil had to laugh, who was Vickie trying to kid. She wore them out every time she left the house. He wondered how long she wore them. He smiled with the thoughts of catching her at the Imperial this night with her panties off. All was in place and the trap would close. 

Neil realized he owned a lot to Wellington Styles and his detective agency. Three months earlier he had been approached by a man as he drove out of the parking garage. The man stopped him in the exit drive as if asking directions. He handed Neil a photo of Vickie at what appeared to be a hotel door. The man told Neil if he wanted to discuss the matter to meet him at the coffee shop on Middleton Blvd and Clark Street. With no further words the man turned and walked away. 

Neil was shocked but as he drove to the location he remembered the subtle changes in his wife. Yes the signs were there. He had noticed them but hadn't connected the dots. So what did this man want? Neil was angry but had time to control his temper before he arrived at the meeting. 

He found the man sitting in the coffee shop waiting. Neil approached. 

"Mr. Marsh, I see you are interested enough to come and meet with me."

"Yes, wouldn't any husband that was handed such a photo want to know what was going on?"

"If you will sit down Mr. Marsh I'll explain. But first do you want anything?"

"No, I just want to know why you handed me a photo of my wife outside a hotel door."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wellington Styles."

Neil just looked at the man, for the name meant nothing to him. 

"Of the Wellington Styles Detective Agency, we specialize in unfaithful spouses."

"You mean to say my wife is having an affair?" Neil asked to confirm his suspicion.

"We don't have all the evidence yet but we are working on it."

"Why did you come to me?" 

"I was hired by the spouse of the other person. They want enough evidence to ensure they get an uncomplicated divorce. You know, no messy trial, no hassle over assets."

Neil smiled. Yes it would be good to be rid of a cheating spouse without having to divide hard earned assets. He nodded his understanding. 

"What I am here for is to first enlist your help, and second to extend an offer."

"I'm listening," Neil responded. 

"My client will share all evidence with you if you will split the cost."

"How much will that be?" 

"Mr. Marsh we are not cheap. And to get what we want will cost several thousand dollars. Right now the bill is just over $5,000.00 and it might more than triple that before we are through."

"What you are saying is it could cost me $7500.00 to get the evidence?"

"I'll say this, if we haven't got it by then, we won't ever get it. I'm not guaranteeing anything, but I'll say we won't go past that amount without your approval. But win lose or draw you pay!"

"I see, then it's a gamble," Neil thought out loud. 

"Yes it is, but so is life. But with your cooperation it will be much easier and less expensive. But if the operation is given away the affair will stop before we get all we need. They will just stop this affair. Cheating spouses never really stop. The individual will just hold off for a while and become more cautious."

"I see what you mean. If Vickie gets tired of this man, she might be faithful for a while till she finds a new one. And if she works it right it will take me a while to even suspect."

"Now you understand why I contacted you. I only did it after discussion with my client."

"May I ask your clients name?"

"Sorry I can't do that. I have tired that in the past and the husband got angry drunk and went to the other man's house. That blew the whole thing and caused everyone a world of problems. Us included. So you see why I can't and won't tell you the name of the other man."

"Yes I guess I see that but I assure you I wouldn't get drunk and do anything rash."

"I know, but you might mention his name not meaning to, if you got angry. We tend to not think clearly in the heat of the moment."

"I need to think about this. I hope you understand."

"I do fully. I would be worried if you agreed on the spot. That would make me believe you are impulsive. We don't need that in our operation. Here is my card. Call me in a day or two."

The man left a card for Neil. He put money on the table, pushed his chair back and left. 

Neil looked at the card. It was simple, W. Styles with procurement under his name. The card had two numbers; one listed as office, the other as mobile. Neil fingered the card and thought of what he had just teen told. 

That evening Neil was just a little distracted but Vickie didn't seem to notice. She chatted about her day at the gym and window shopping. As she rambled Neil had a wicked thought. What would Vickie do for money when he dumped her? She had always been a stay at home wife. True she had a college degree in Liberal Arts but had never used it. She had no work experience. Vickie hadn't even written a check in the last five years. She left all the financial obligations to him. She asked for cash when she needed it, or just used plastic. Yes Vickie would be in for a rude shock. 

Neil laughed. Vickie stopped her story and asked what was so funny. 

"Oh I'm sorry honey. I was just thinking of a funny thing at work today."

"So you weren't paying any attention to me! Well I'll have you know some people like to talk with me!" She got up and left in a huff. That only made Neil smile all the more. How was she going to feel when he was not there to talk to any more? Not there to pay the credit card bills, or dish out spending cash! Yes Vickie Marsh would be truly up shit creek with no paddle. 

The next day Neil used his computer to check on this Wellington Styles and company. They had quite a web site but none of the numbers matched what was on the card. What was going on Neil wondered. On a hunch he checked the numbers on the card through a reverse director. He found no listing for either number. The only other thing to do was call. 

"W. Styles office," came a female voice.

"Is Mr. Styles in?" Neil asked. 

"May I ask who is calling and the nature of the call?" she asked professionally.

"Neil Marsh, and it's about our meeting yesterday." 

"Thank you Mr. Marsh I will check to see if Mr. Styles is available."

A few seconds later the woman was back. "Mr. Marsh I am sorry to say Mr. Styles is busy. But he says there must be some mistake, for he didn't meet with you yesterday."

"Oh I see. Then it was just my mistake. Sorry of the call." Neil hung up. What was really going on he wondered. 

He couldn't get it out of his mind, the photo and the suspicion. He called his home to talk with Vickie but got no answer. That was not totally unusual so Neil tried her cell phone. There he got her voice mail before the first ring. Her phone was off.

Neil tried to work but that proved impossible. He was sitting at his desk debating what to do when a package arrived. His secretary Florence Grant brought it in. "Mr. Marsh, I brought this in because it was marked personal and urgent."

That brought Neil back from his thought. He was not expecting anything, but he took the parcel. When he was alone he looked at it. He didn't recognize the return address. He put it aside. Where could Vickie be at this hour of the morning? Finally to get his mind off his wife, Neil opened the envelope. It contained but a single sheet of paper. He read it. "Don't call from your office phone. Find a pay phone and reverse the last two numbers on the card."

Neil read it again. That sounded too much like cloak and dagger to him but he wanted to know just what his wife was up to. He left for an early lunch. Finding a pay phone was not easy. He called the proper number. It sounded like the same female voice. The woman didn't ask his name she just put him through to Wellington Styles. 

"Sorry about the run around but I didn't think to tell you not to call from your office. Too many chances of you being over heard and gossip travels fast in that environment."

"I see, so what should I do?"

"Go and purchase a pre paid phone. Keep it handy but out of sight. When you call in we'll have your new number. That way I can leave a voice mail without fear of anyone else getting it first."

"Good idea and what else?"

"First, I must know if you're willing to pay your half."

"Yes I have thought about it and feel it's the best thing to do. Who knows if I would have ever caught her otherwise?"

"You would be surprised at how easy it is to spot a cheating spouse. They always give themselves away. But then you have to catch them. I'll make this brief. I'll meet you at the same place today for you to sign the agreement and to get a deposit."

"Deposit?"

"Yes we'd like 1/3 down. That will be $2500.00. How will you pay?"

"I don't know? How should I pay?"

"We don't need cash if that is what you're thinking. We can take a credit card or a check. We have several nondescript names we use."

"I'll be there with my check book. What time?"

"Say about your normal quitting time. Don't want to arouse suspicion."

Neil went there at 4:40 and found Wellington waiting. He had two copies of the agreement which he had already signed. Neil was impressed. Why would any wife think she could get away with adultery over a long period of time? How foolish can some people be?

"Mr. Marsh you make sure you put that paperwork in a place it can't be found. We have put a lot of work into this and you have an investment too. I know you will be cautious but still a word to the wise."

Neil thought about the words of Wellington Styles. Yes he would be cautious. Too much was riding on this. He placed the papers under the spare tire in the trunk of his car. Vickie never drove his Mercedes, she didn't even have a key to it. No for some reason Vickie loved her Toyota. She had elected to keep it when Neil offered to purchase her another. What a fool she would turn out to be! 

Neil went home with a smile. Vickie noted his good mood and commented. "Oh just a big deal coming my way. I don't know when I'll close it but it will be a real winner for me."

"For you? Don't you mean us? Don't I rate anymore?" Vickie said with a pout. 

"I'm sorry honey. What I meant was it will really put me in a good spot with the company."

Vickie smiled, "Ok, if that's how you meant it. I'm too old to look for another husband." 

"Don't even joke about that Vickie! Nothing will ever come between us." Neil said firmly.

On Wednesday Neil was home early. Vickie was not there. He tried her cell phone and she answered. "Where you at Vickie? I got off a little early and thought we would go out to dinner."

"Great Neil, I'm...not far from the house. I wish you had called earlier. I would have been ready. I've been at the gym and need a shower. I'll be there in a minute."

At the gym? It dawned on Neil he knew nothing of his wife's daily schedule. How often did she go to the gym? He would have to ask. 

Vickie came running in and kissed Neil on the cheek. She then dashed to their bathroom to shower. Neil made a drink while he was waiting. When he went into the bathroom Vickie was out of the shower and washing her panties. 

"Why you washing those now?" he asked.

Vickie blushed and stammered a little, "Guess its just habit. I'll just throw them in the tub and finish them when I get back."

Neil watched his wife. She seemed nervous. And she was, she was so afraid she would be found out.

That evening over dinner Neil quizzed his wife about how she spent her day. 

"Why the sudden interest after all these years?" Vickie asked over coffee.

"Well when I got home and you weren't there I found that I had no idea where you were. I guess I'm just feeling guilty for not being more attentive."

"Neil don't be silly. You have so many more important things on our mind. I just have learned to fill my days so that I don't spend the time watching TV and getting fat." 

That night in bed Neil wanted to make love to his wife but she begged off saying she was just too tired. "Next time give me a warning and I'll be ready for you," she contended.

Neil thought to himself, 'yes I'll bet you want some warning'. He wondered if there was remnants of another man inside his wife. Was she worried that she had not cleaned well enough? It would be a pleasure to expose her cheating ways. 

Neil stayed in close contact with Wellington Styles. There were things he could do to help the investigation. For one thing Neil began to watch Vickie's mobile phone bill. All checked out with the exception of several unknown incoming calls. There had to be a way for him to find what that number or those numbers were. 

He talked to Wellington. For a little more money that would not be a problem. All Wellington needed was the brand and model of Vickie's cell phone. Wellington promised in a week to have a device to place in the phone that would help trace the unknown calls. 

Neil was showing his excitement at the office. He put more energy into his job and was doing all he could to inspire others. His boss and majority stock holder noticed. "Neil you have really been on the ball lately. I like the way you are handling the office."

Neil couldn't believe his luck. Not only was he going to get rid of his cheating wife, he was scoring points with his boss. George Gregory had seemed distant over the last year but now that was changing. He continued, "Neil, you know some day I will need to retire. I want a good dedicated man to take over the operation when I leave. I been watching you and think there will be a new position in store for you my boy."

A few days later Neil learned that George's physical had indicated the need for more tests. That information came from Phyllis Gregory when she called to express concern over her husband's condition. "Now Neil you don't say a word. I'm not suppose to know. I just snooped in his briefcase the other night. The report said he needed to go to Chicago for more specific testing. I think he wanted it done in Chicago so no one here in town will have any idea."

"You know Phyllis I think I understand what George was saying the other day about a new position for me. I wonder if he will make me CEO when he can no longer work?"

"Neil that would be wonderful! I know you could do it. If I get the chance I'll put in a good word."

"Wonder how serious George's condition is? I mean he might have to make that decision before he wants to."

"Oh I hadn't thought about that! Now I will have to find out! Now not a word to George."

True to his word Wellington had a small wafer thin sheet to put into Vickie's phone. Wellington wanted Neil to wait a week before he removed it. He wanted to make sure they didn't rush things. After all Vickie might just have a man on the side for a meeting every month or two. If that was the case, Vickie wasn't his only extramarital affair. 

Neil hoped that Vickie would find she was just one of many women he bedded. It would serve her right!

Vickie acted just a little more distant. Not wanting to come to bed with Neil. She would find an excuse and wait till he was sleeping before she slipped into bed. One night he faked sleep and when she came to bed he almost attacked her. She was not happy but did submit. It would have bothered Neil more but he knew it was just a matter of time before the charade was over. 

When Neil met Wellington and gave him the wafer, he had to pay another $2500.00. But even $10,000 wouldn't be too high a cost to pay if he could catch Vickie in bed with another man. So he paid and listened to his next instructions. 

"You say your wife always washes her panties by hand. And she does it every night?"

"Yes and I asked her about that. Vickie just says it's a habit."

"It might be a habit used to remove evidence?" 

"What do you mean?" But Neil didn't need to be told.

"She might want to make sure that she leaves no mans DNA in her panty crotch! She can't wash it all away but it would be more difficult to get a good sample. A good defense attorney would get that thrown out. You need to get a pair before she washes them. But only if there seems to be traces of sex in them. If you collect too many of her panties she will be alerted. Unless she hangs her panties on the clothes line, no one but you or her would have access to them."

Neil began to put two and two together. It was on Wednesday Vickie want to the gym. That was the day she was late and was desperate to shower and wash her panties. He would watch her actions more closely. Might check the gym on Wednesday and see what time she leaves. It was exciting to be in the investigation. He called Wellington and cleared his plan. Wellington reluctantly agreed and told him to park out of sight and watch from cover. He was not under any circumstances to try and follow her, even if she left with a man in the car!"

The next Wednesday a well hidden Neil Marsh watched his wife leave the gym at 2:15. He smiled and waited 15 minutes before he headed home. He would surprise his wife! When Neil got home Vickie was not there. He waited till 4:00 and called. "Hi Sweetie, I'm almost home. What you want to do tonight?"

"Well I don't know Neil. I'm just on my way home from the gym. Why do you seem to do this to me on Wednesday? Do I need to go to the gym on Tuesdays and Thursday?" 

"I'm sorry honey. I just get off when I can. I'll see you at the house. I'm about there now."

"Oh ok, I be there in just a short while. I'm still in the parking lot of the gym."

Neil laughed to himself. Vickie should practice her stories. First she was on her way home then she was still in the parking lot. For the fun of it Neil left his house and parked on a side street. He had just got into place when he saw Vickie's car race past on her way home. He pulled out and followed at a slower pace. Vickie was inside when he arrived. She had run in throwing thing to the side as she did. Her shoes were in the hall and her bag was on the floor as if she had missed the hall table with it. 




The Trap



Neil followed the path to their bedroom. Vickie was already in the shower. "Hi honey. I see you beat me. You must be in a hurry for you just threw your clothes on the floor. I'll pick them up and throw them in the dirty clothes."

"No don't both Neil. I'll do that!"

"No problem Vickie. I'm just as anxious as you to spend some time together. I feel I have been neglecting you lately."

Vickie said under her breath, 'yes you have been, for a long time'. To Neil she said, "Neil you have had a hard day, you don't need to do house work. I clean up in here. You just go make a drink and relax."

"Ok Honey, but I got the clothes already picked up. I see the clothes hamper is empty. I'll just carry these down to the laundry."

"No don't do that. I'll handle it."

Neil smiled and said, "It's no bother, I'll see you down stairs."

Neil went to the laundry room. He was in luck. There were several pairs of panties already in the hampter. He sorted out the ones Vickie had worn that day from the tangle of her clothing. The crotch was wet and sticky. It appeared semen was on the gusset. He placed the panties in a zip lock bag and put another pair in the jumbled mess before he dropped them on top of the other dirty clothes. It was then his jealousy hit him! He had to get a drink to calm down. He rationalized that confronting Vickie now would not be the best thing to do. If he wanted to truly be rid of her he would have to let the trap close tight. If she thought he was wise she would break off this affair for a while till things cooled down. 

Vickie came down just a few minutes later. She went straight to the laundry room. Neil watched and she seemed to relax when she searched her clothes. Neil had to bit his lip and act as if he didn't notice. When she came out she asked for a drink. 

"Vickie, you aren't ready to go are you?"

"No Neil. I just wanted to get those clothes in the wash. Oh and I left my club card in them. That's why I wanted to bring them down myself. I was in such a hurry I just didn't clean out my pockets." 

Neil handed her a drink and smiled big. 'I'll bet it was more than your pockets you wanted to clean' he thought.

Wellington was surprised and happy with the soiled panties. "Now we have to set her up. I confirmed the man she's meeting. She meets him on an average of twice a month. Always on Wednesday. The guy is an investment councilor and works appointments all day Wednesday. Now we just have to set it up so we know where they are going in advance. That way we can get in and set up cameras. And you know it might help if I set some cameras up in your house. And we could record the phone conversations too."

How will you do the cameras?" Neil asked.

"Leave that up to me. I don't want you to know anything about them or when I set them up. If you do you might tip her off. And don't go looking around for them. I'll make arrangements to have them installed next Wednesday when we know she will be busy. I'll meet you here Wednesday morning on your way to work. I'll get the key then."

"That's not a problem, I have an extra with me."

"Great! Now do you have an alarm system?"

"Yes we do but Vickie seldom sets it when she leaves. She forgot and set it off too many times. We just use it at night."

"I'll need the code just in case. We don't want the alarm going off by mistake."

The following Wednesday Wellington confirmed the cameras and a phone recorder were installed. Neil was so caught up in the suspense of the situation that he felt like a spy. He was going to almost be sorry when it all came to an end. Almost but not really, for he had no use for a unfaithful wife.

At home Neil tried to act normal. He didn't know if it was his imagination or if Vickie was just a little ill at ease. She was and she prayed Neil didn't notice, for she was seeing the changes in her husband.

Then a week later a trip fell into his lap. George came in and asked Neil if he could go to LA and meet with a representatives for their client from Singapore. "I hate to ask on such short notice but I need to go to Chicago. And then I might have to travel on to New York. I'll be gone at least a week. That is why I'm asking you to go in my place. Depending on the outcome of this trip, there might be a new CEO in line."

"Really George, you aren't thinking of retiring are you? I mean you are the founder of the company."

"I know that but there comes a time when you see the end coming. When you do you find that there is more to life than work."

Neil called Wellington on his way home. He had to stop in a parking lot to have the time to discuss the events and how they might be used.

"You say you need to meet some men in LA from Singapore?" 

"That's what my boss asked me to do."

"And you will be gone on Wednesday?" 

"Yes, it looks that way."

"Ok here is what might work. You see if you can move the meeting to Monday. That way you can be through by Tuesday and on your way back. But your wife needs to think you are going to Singapore. Have you secretary purchase you a ticket to Singapore routed through LAX. When you get to LA just cash the ticket in. Make sure your wife sees the ticket. She will 'know' you are out of the country. We have studied your wife's cell phone records. The man always calls your wife around 9 in the morning on Wednesdays. We just need to make sure her cell won't work. If she is at home she will have to use the home phone to call him. We'll then know their plan for the day. How can we make sure she is home?" Wellington asked. 

"I'll call her on my cell phone and tell her I'm expecting an overnight message. She will need to be home to accept it and open it for me. I'll have a friend send me some reports from Atlanta." Neil offered.

"The only thing we need to do is disable her cell phone. Get it for me tonight. I'll have a man at your door at midnight. He'll need about 5 minutes to rig the phone. When he does all we have to do is call her number and press in a code. That will drain the battery. She will have to use the land line."

"I can do that, I think. But Vickie is a light sleeper."

"You have any sleeping pills?"

"Yes Vickie got some several years ago from her doctor. She was having trouble sleeping. She hasn't used one in a while. I'd say the last 6 months or so....say do you think it's because of....of her affair?"

"Might be, people act differently when they are keeping a secret."

"I'll make sure she's sleeping tonight. I'll tell her I'm working late. She goes bed early when I do. She says so she won't disturb me."

"Outstanding! So you go to LA and then you get yourself back here as quick as you can. When I know where they are staying I let you know. If you come in Tuesday night you can just stay at a hotel close to the airport. On Wednesday we can make arrangements to get you to their rendezvous. If we pull this off we'll get all the evidence we need."

The plan was set. Neil did his part. He got the ticket to Singapore and made sure Vickie saw it. He had her take him to the airport. He told her he wouldn't be back till Friday at the best. He also said that with the time difference he might not get to call her in the evening. They would be on opposite hours. The evening in Tampa would be the working morning in Singapore. Neil suggested he call early in the morning say around 8 or 9. Vickie quickly agreed. 

Off Neil went. He arrived in LA and met with the customers. Neil was delighted the meeting was more to get acquainted than anything else. He found the deal had been signed a week earlier. That sounded a little strange but Neil took it in stride. He delighted in taking the customers to dinner and a strip club. He even managed to get one of the four men a blow job. 

Tuesday afternoon came and Neil bid them farewell promising to visit Singapore soon. He was back in Florida by 7 that night. He made two calls. One was to Vickie telling her of the urgent package that was on the way. Neil instructed his wife to wait for the package then call him as soon as it arrived. She could open the envelope and read him the figures he needed. With the next call Neil learned that George had left Chicago. He had called his wife to say he was at the airport heading to New York. He promised to call that the next day and tell her where he was staying. 

Neil stayed with a friend that night. He didn't sleep all that good but he was rested the next morning. At 10 he got a call from Wellington. The plan had worked. They had the location of the meeting. His wife had made reservations. The place was the Imperial Hotel; their check in time was 2 p.m. Neil was delivered to a car rental agency minutes later. 

Yes Neil was delighted with how all of this was going to work out. He parked his car and checked in. He wanted time to clean up and get a little rest. It was going to be an exciting evening. When he arrived at his room he was met but a hotel manager. They told him there had been a mix up. The room they had given him was out of order. To compensate Neil would be given a suite at no extra charge. He thought it just keeps getting better. 

An hour later he was entertaining in the lavish suite. He was thinking of the shock on Vickie's face when she was caught red handed. Luckily he would have a shoulder to cry later that night.

At 2 that evening Vickie walked into the Imperial Hotel. She looked around the lobby for a familiar face. She saw who she was looking for. She nodded to him and went to the desk to claim her room. She was a little nervous but it would pass. In just a few minutes she was in her suite. It was just one floor above Neil's. 

Neil got the call, "She's here, now we wait for the man. If we read this right he will give her about 20 minutes to get ready. It's their way of keeping distance between them. He appears to do these things often."

"Fine, I'm not far away. I'll be in the lobby in 20 minutes." Neil hung up. He smiled and said. "It's just about over." 

Neil found Wellington in the bar. He had a stool that gave him a good view of the elevator bank. "You just missed the guy. He went up about two minutes ago. Good thing too. Your wife might have shown him photos of you. We'll give them time to really get cozy, then we'll make a house call. I have a key to the room and it's loaded with camera gear. I have a man watching. He'll call me when we have what we need. Now have a drink. You look like you need one."

"Thanks I think I will. Not every day that you expose a slut wife."

"Here, here brother!" Wellington hoisted his glass. "I'll drink to that. I get real satisfaction out of this. You see my wife was a cheat. I suspected but she caught on and cleaned me out. It cost me a lot but it did put me in this line of work. I want to make sure nobody gets shafted like I did!"

The two men drank and made small talk as they waited. On their second drink a man walked up to Wellington. "Got it all boss. Here's a copy of what we've recorded." The man handed a DVD disk to Styles. 

"I guess this is all we need. Blake you go back and clean up. I see you at the office. By then you can have it all compiled on one disk?"

"Sure boss all I need to do is add these last two. And Jake and Thomas are in the hall up stairs."

"Well come on Mr. Marsh lets complete this little operation."

Without any more words the two men walked to the elevator. Wellington sighed. "I never get use to this part really, but it has to be done. Part of the business." Neil didn't respond. 

In the hall way stood two large men. They acknowledged Wellington and took up a place one on each side of the door. Wellington looked at Neil. "You ready?"

Neil gave a sarcastic smile, "I sure am."

Wellington Styles handed a key card to Neil, "You do the honors."

Neil opened the door. There was no one in the sitting room but they heard the sounds of passionate love making coming from the bedroom. Neil put his finger to his lips and tiptoed in. Neil followed. They made their way in and looked at the door to the bedroom. It was slightly ajar. The sounds were louder. Neil got a little sick at his stomach hearing his wife in such sexual abandon. Damn she never did that with me, the thought. 

They moved to the door. Wellington looked at Neil and indicated he should open the door. Neil did and was disheartened with what he saw. He stood in disbelief for over a minute. When he came to his senses he looked at Wellington Styles. The man had a disgusted look on his face. 

Turning to face the sitting room he saw Vickie, the two men from by the door and a stranger. He was trying to understand what was going on when Phyllis rushed in. 

"Neil what was so urgent you called me down here?" She then realized something was amiss. 

"Maybe I should leave?" Phyllis mumbled. 

"No please stay for the end of the party my dear and loving wife." 

The voice startled both Phyllis and Neil. For the voice was none other than George Gregory.

"George you're in New York!"

"I'm afraid not my dear. I came back early just to attend this little gathering. Now I think these men have something for you."

One man stepped forward. "Mrs. Phyllis Gregory you have been served!" He handed her a large envelope. The second man did the same to Neil. 

Wellington Styles shook his head. "Man you are one dumbass. You were trying to catch your cheating wife when you flew in yesterday. And where did you spend the night? In your boss's bed, with your boss's wife. And to compound it you had to screw her again in the suite up stairs. We couldn't believe you would be so dumb and arrogant. But when we heard you invite Mrs. Gregory to help you through your misery we just had to arrange to tape it. I guess you recognize the video in the bedroom."

"But...but this is not right! You were out to catch my wife cheating on me!"

"Well Mr. Marsh, what I actually said was I needed help to catch a cheating and adulterous spouse. You took that to be your wife. You played along and even paid some of the bill!"

"But what about the panties?"

Wellington looked at Vickie, "Mrs. Marsh you want to explain the panties?"

"Sure, would be glad to. Neil the semen you saw in the panties was real."

"Then you were fucking around!" Neil almost shouted in triumph.

"No, I wouldn't stoop to that. What you saw was yours. The last time I let you use me I went to the bathroom and collected your deposit in a small medicine bottle. That was not a pleasant experience. Your having me or trying to catch your slime. Afterwards I hid the bottle in the freezer. I just knew you would stumble on to it. I was really nervous ever since we started this. And the closer this came the more nervous I got. I guess you picked up on that."

George spoke up, "Neil I have known about you and Phyllis for the last 18 months."

That shocked both Neil and Phyllis. "But how, we were so careful?" she asked.

"A man has his ways of knowing. When I was certain I hired Mr. Styles. He had all we needed within a month but I wanted to get things in order first. Then I thought of Vickie. I wanted to protect her too. She deserved to claim something from her marriage. Be paid, so to speak, for her faithful years. I had her investigated for 6 months to make sure she wasn't part of a 'swinging' couple. When I knew she was in the same boat as I, I had Mr. Wellington contact her. She didn't want to believe it at first, but the many videos had their impact."

Neil looked at his wife, "How long have you known?" 

With a little pain in her voice Vickie replied, "I guess I have known in my heart for the last 10 years. For a long time I overlooked it as just wild seeds so to speak. You always came home to me. But when I saw the videos I knew that eventually you would leave me for a younger woman. So I did what I had to do."

"I'm sorry Vickie; let me make it up to you. I'll never...be unfaithful again. We have 20 years together, let's not throw them all away."

"No Neil it's far beyond that."

Phyllis looked at her husband. "George can you ever forgive me?"

"Yes my dear I will forgive you. But I will not forget. You see I plan on moving on with my life. You see I was not in Chicago for medical tests like I led you to believe. I was there selling my portion of the company to a foreign corporation. The funds were paid in Europe and are now in an Swiss account safe and sound. Now for the bad news Phyllis, I sold the house with the company. You will soon be evicted."

"How can you do that George? We are married and I have rights to community property."

"True you did but you signed them away. Do you remember my new will that you signed? You only read the part that made you my sole beneficiary, not the clause where you released all claim to my company shares till my death."

"I'll fight you in court. You can't kick me out of my own house."

George smiled, "Phyllis, poor dumb Phyllis. I always thought blond jokes were just that. But you seem to fill the role of a dumb blond. Do you remember when you wanted the kitchen remodeled? You don't ever cook but you wanted the newest gadgets. Well the paperwork you thought was the contract for the improvements was actually a quick claim release for your share of the house. I had it recorded over a year ago. So I sold the house along with my shares in the company."

"I'll get a lawyer tomorrow and freeze all our accounts."

"Phyllis I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"And why not?" she demanded.

"All that is left is $25,000.00. The rest is gone. If you freeze the account you won't even have that. You should receive eviction papers in a few days. I would hate to see you on the street so I didn't leave you destitute."

"You won't get away with this you bastard. I'll see you in court." Phyllis yelled. 

"That is a possibility, but it might prove difficult. You see I will leave the country tonight. I have always wanted to tour Europe. And that way I'll stay close to my money. And since I took everything I wanted when I left for Chicago I have no further need to stay. Now I must bid you farewell."

"But George what will happen to me?" Phyllis begged. 

George Gregory looked at his wife with a twinkle in his eye, "In the words of Clark Gable, 'Frankly my dear I don't give a damn.', or something like that. Oh and Neil what I said about a new CEO when I got back from Chicago, well he's already in town. You should meet him in a day or two." Without any more to say George turned and walked out the room.

Phyllis was in tears, Wellington looked at one of the men. "Is the suite up stairs clean?"

"Should be, want me to look?" 

"Yes and take Mrs. Gregory with you. She can spend the night if she wants. The room's paid for."

Neil looked at Wellington. "You know I'll have your video throw out. And I'll sue the hotel for invasion of privacy."

"How so, Mr. Marsh?" Wellington asked.

"You bugged my room illegally. That should bring a handsome settlement." Neil was trying to bluff.

"But Mr. Marsh, you were not in your room. You were in a suite paid for by your wife. Remember how you were escorted to the suite as a comp?"

"But you falsely represented it. You said it was the hotel's doing."

"Guess we'll leave that to the lawyers. But even if you do get it thrown out, we got enough of you and Mrs. Gregory in her home to make a full length movie."

"I guess we will see. I'll have your license for this!"

Wellington Styles laughed, "Bigger and better men than you have tired."

Vickie looked at Neil, "I have a confession to make. This man is Fred Williams. I have been meeting with him every other Wednesday for over a year." She paused to let that soak in. "He is an investment counselor. You remember how I always wanted cash for my wallet. The pedicures, manicures and hair salon visits. I lied. I did most of that myself. I had plenty of time. I didn't like day time TV and all. What did I do with the money you asked? And it was about $20,000.00 over 10 years. I invested it. I played the market. I did well if I say so myself. That original sum is not over 60. Fred here has helped me invest and move the money I have taken from our marriage."




The Trap



"What are you talking about?"

Vickie smiled. "You remember the new life insurance policy I took out. You complained about all you had to sign that day. You should have checked them closely. You signed a full Power of Attorney. I had access to all our accounts. I even took that $196.650.00 or so dollars you never told me about. And I took out a second mortgage on the house. I collected all my equity. Now I have a tidy sum, a paid for car and all the furniture I want from the house. The movers were there when I had to call you with that silly information from the overnight parcel. I had them take a break outside so you wouldn't hear them working. I'm not as generous as George I'm afraid. All I left in each account was $1.00. I just didn't want to leave you with nothing. I also maxed out all your credit cards. I took cash advances and put it in our joint account before I moved the money. Boy the interest on those advances is almost 30%. I'm so glad I have cards of my own and not saddled with your debt."

"Vickie you can't do this to me. I deserve something."

"Oh I left you the house and your car. Now you know why I wanted to keep my Toyota. It's paid for and in my name. Right now it's down stairs ready for me to leave the city."

"You can run, but I'll find you!" Neil threatened. 

Vickie didn't respond to that, she just looked at Fred, "Say good-bye to Norma for me Fred. And give my love to Toby and Beth. I always wanted kids. I'll miss you all."

Looking at Neil, "There are some things you don't know about me. I met Norma Williams three years ago when we took a class together. We became friends. I met, Fred her husband, later. He helped me a lot. Now the class we took was to obtain a Concealed Handgun License. I guess I never mentioned that did I? I practice often. I carry a Sig-Sauer 9MM and I'm proficient with it. I intend to leave the state and start a new life. I will pick a state that allows handgun licensing. I will do my best to hide my identity. If I ever see you again I will assume your intentions are to harm me. I will act accordingly." Vickie Marsh had a cold look as she made the statement to her soon to be ex-husband. It was not a threat, it was a warning. 

Looking at Fred she smiled, "Fred remember Norma carries a Sig .357!"

Fred smiled back. "I'll remember that Vickie. You take care and stay in touch."

Wellington Styles and his man stayed with Neil as Fred escorted Vickie from the building. In an hour she was well on her way to her new life.



The Trap



In all the years I have known my partner Zoey the only bad thing I could really say about her was that she's a troll. Not the ugly demonic type of troll, but an internet troll. The pleasure she got from invoking flame wars, and getting posters in forums continually off topic by baiting them is something I never really understood. She'd bully people on their facebook page or twitter accounts, and then sit back and enjoy the carnage that resulted. Her darkest pleasure it seemed was to indulge in a bit of 'shadenfruede'.

In most other respects she seemed like a perfectly average young woman. She's in her late twenties, and has been my partner for about five years, having known her for ten. We were going to get married next year as a matter of fact. Her job was a check-out girl at a supermarket, and while it was a dead end job, she seemed to like it. 

Some would say she was average looking too, pretty in an everyday way but not like a model. She's a skinny thing with smallish breasts (a B cup I think), long black hair, brown eyes, and a nice face. In real life I always found her to be friendly and kind towards people. I guess that's why her double life as an internet troll often puzzled me.

I sometimes teased her that deep down she was nothing but a bully, and she'd laugh telling me that these people were stupid and they deserved everything they got. I don't think she even considered that these were real people she was tormenting. She assured me it was harmless fun and I shouldn't worry. One of her favourite forms of trolling was one-bombing stories on Literotica. 

One-bombing is manipulating the software of the site so you can give a story a vote of 'one' over and over, driving the score for the story into the cellar. This would then give other readers a false impression of the quality of the story. She'd laugh as the scores for her victims would fall from high fours to sometimes well below two, due to her incessant one-bombing. 

If the story was eventually deleted then that was her ultimate victory, proving the author had given up and had their story removed in frustration. To be honest I don't think she even read the stories she attacked apart from skimming through the first few paragraphs. It was like a holy mission for her to bring down the perverted authors that write such vile things and post them on Literotica.

*****

I came home from work one evening to find her laying naked on the floor beside the computer in our home office. She was completely out of it, and I started panicking thinking she'd been raped or something and was about to call the cops when she opened her eyes and stared blankly up at me.

"Zoey what the fuck is going on?" I said falling to her side to help her sit up.

She looked around the room like she barely recognised it and then said, "I'm back?"

"Back? You're home.... what happened to you?" She wanted to stand and so I helped her up really noting how dirty she was and that she smelt terrible like she had been running naked through a knackery. Then she sat on the office chair and stared at the computer screen for a moment with her mouth open.

I stood there shuffling about waiting for her to say something. "Come on stop fucking with me and tell me what you're up to?" I said with a frown. She took a deep breath and then turned to face me. Then she told me.

Apparently she had gone to a story on Literotica called 'The Magic Pen' that she had just discovered a few days ago. This was her sixth visit since she she first seen this new work, and once again she clicked the 'one star' in the voting section. However this time once the vote was tallied, a bright light burst forth from the computer monitor throwing her off her chair and onto the floor. 

When she opened her eyes she found she was tied down on some wooden bench. Her arms stretched above her head and mancled, her feet similarly manacled. The chains that held the manacles were pulled tight enough to make her limbs ache and cramp. Looking around she could see she was in what looked like a large cave, the walls were black volcanic rock with rivulets of lava seeping down through numerous cracks. It was hot. The cave smelled of rotting flesh which made her feel sick. 

Around her she could hear horrible sounds of men and women screaming, laughter, strange animalistic roars, chains rattling and whips cracking. The cacophony of sound, smell, and sight created a gloom around her the likes of which she had never known before in her life.

After a while she heard loud foot falls coming towards her. As it got louder the ground seemed to shake with each step making her tremble so hard she wet herself. Then standing beside her was a humanoid creature over seven feet tall, his skin was jet black like tar. On his body were red markings that looked like they had been carved into its flesh with a knife. The markings appeared like some weird occult pattern that glowed like burning embers, not unlike how the lava glowed on the black walls of this cave. 

The man creature was all muscle though, hard and defined. He stood over her, red eyes glowering at her. His nakedness compelling in its dark beauty and its erect large penis accenting his power. He had red hair that was long and hung loosely, falling past his shoulders. His pubic area was also covered in bushy red hair with fine streaks of it running along his arms legs and torso. 

Zoey met his gaze for a moment but it was too much for her, and so she turned her head away sacred by his malevolence. "So we meet at last," he said followed by a grin of pointy yellow teeth.

He leaned over her getting close and sniffing her making her yell out and tremble violently. "Ahhhhh Please, God help me," she prayed.

"God?" the creature laughed, "I'm sorry my little troll, but God is no friend of yours."

She looked back at the demon barely able to control her shaking, "What do you want with me?"

"I'm here to give you a warning. Your first chance. After this you have two more chances, and if you use those up... then you will belong here forever." 

Then she felt her legs begin to pull apart at the sound of chains being wound. Her head popped up to see a smallish figure at a wheel at the far end of the cave. It was like a child compared to the demon that stood beside her running his fingers over her body now. The other creature was greenish, with a long nose and big pointy ears. It also was naked with a very tiny soft penis between its legs.

Her legs grew wider and wider and then the demon grabbed her sweat pants and pulled them off her, panties and all in one foul swoop. Lifting her up off wooden bench she was on as he did, pulling until they tore off her body. She screamed out writhing on the table trying to get free but the manacles held firm. The Demon laughed, a terrible noise that made her turn her head away again, and clench her eyes tightly shut. 

Then the other creature started pulling on some chains hanging down and the head of her rack rose up so that she now eye to eye with the ghastly demon. It's face came close breathing its stinking breath on her face making her turn aside again and gasp for air. It cackled as a long pink forked tongue shot out and licked her cheek. 

It's fingers started to play with her pussy, sliding in and out and flicking her clit with an expert administration and although she struggled the warmth down below was growing. She began panting as the smell of the creature at first making her want to be sick, began to play on her senses too. The musky odour of its sex filled her like a fine wine making her head spin, and once she was intoxicated enough she accepted the tongue in her mouth. He kissed her and she kissed back.

She found herself humping against the fingers of the demon as intense pleasure erupted inside her. Then that mighty cock which looked impossibly large was pushing at her entrance, teasing her. She pushed her waist towards it and he pulled his cock back laughing at her. Then his eyes narrowed and with a firm thrust he pushed his cock deep inside her. She looked down amazed that her body could even take a cock that big.

It began fucking her with animalistic grunts echoing around the cave. His cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, now stretched so large. The friction of its thick shaft on her pussy walls making her knees go weak and her stomach tighten. To her amazement as the demon became more and more filled with the lust of the moment, his cock began to feel hot inside her. The red glow of his markings were brighter too. 

The demons cock continued to grow hotter like some fire poker inside her that gave her a mixture of pleasure and pain. Despite herself she could feel her orgasm growing inside her as the demon fucked her so hard its balls slapped her ass as he did. It pinched her nipples through her top driving her wilder with lust.

As her pussy clamped down on the the tool she screamed, "Ohhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Orgasms rippled through her body but the Demon was not done. His hands clasped on her shoulder and his head shot up and it screamed a guttural roar that made the cave shake. Red light shone from his mouth casting deep shadows on the roof of the cave. 

Inside her cunt its cum hit her like hot lava, and she screamed again only this time it was not in pleasure but in pain. The demon pulled its dick out of her but the pain of its seed was too much for her and she passed out. The next time she woke up I was kneeling beside her shaking her.

*****

That's the reason she gave me for finding her passed out naked in our home office. I didn't believe her of course and we had a huge fight over it. We didn't really talk to each other for a week after that. To be honest I thought maybe I caught her in the act of cheating on me with another guy, or maybe she'd been masturbating on webcam for strange guys. Either way I didn't believe her bullshit cover story. 

Initially she didn't go near the computer again for a few weeks after that incident, but eventually she started to get back into her old habits. First it was the forums, it was just too easy for her to set people up and watch them lose it. This seemed to fill her with enough courage to end up back on Literotica one-bombing. Eventually she was back at that story 'The Magic Pen' again and after agonising over it for a while she one-bombed it to see what would happen. 

Nothing happened apart from the story getting another low score to add to its tally. She laughed at herself thinking it was all just some weird dream. It wasn't real after all. It was the happiest I've seen her in weeks and I began to think that maybe things would finally get back to normal again. 

***** 

One night I went to bed early as I had to leave for work early the next day, and after kissing her goodnight I left her watching TV. When I awoke to my alarm at five AM I discovered she hadn't come to bed at all that night. I arose and went to our home office where the light was on. Inside the computer was on but there was no sign of Zoey. I walked over to the computer and seen the web browser was open. It was showing a Literotica story she had voted one for. The golden star lit up with the message: 'Thank you for voting' under it.

I walked through the house but she wasn't in any room. "Zoey?" I called out wondering where she could be at five AM in the morning. The back door was open so I walked out and turned the outside light on. There she was in back yard completely naked, her pale body spread out and covered in filth. "Zoey?" I yelled to her as I ran to her side. I slapped her face lightly and she groaned, so I scooped her up and carried her inside putting her on the bed.

In the light she looked a mess covered in black slimy soot, and she smelt awful like the knackery yard again. My heart raced as I held her hands in mine. She began moving her head from side to side a little and moaning. Then all of a sudden she sat bolt upright with wide eyes and mouth agape. "Zoey? Zoey? Are you OK?" I asked my body shaking.

She looked at me for a moment blinking, like she didn't even recognise me. Then she mumbled, "Robbie?"

"It's me, I'm right here," I said taking her hand and holding it to my chest. 

Tears burst from her eyes and she sobbed, "Oh Robbie...Robbie," burying her head into my chest.

"What the fuck is going on here Zo?" I asked holding her close. 

She looked up at me about to speak but she stopped. Her eyes searching my face hopefully, but she pushed me away saying, "You wont believe me."

I stood exhaling loudly, stamping my foot, and crossing my arms saying, "Don't give me that demon crap again. Who is he? Who is the bastard you're fucking behind my back?"

"I-I..."

"Don't try and deny it. I could feel you were looser down there the last time we had sex. Some big dick freak off the internet is it? Is that your thing now?" 

"No... please you don't understand!" she pleaded.

"What am I meant to think when I find my fucking fiancée sleeping naked in the backyard in the middle of the night with cum leaking from her pussy? You were either raped or you're cheating on me. Now fucking tell me the truth!"

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom and locked herself inside. I banged on the door for a while but she told me to go away. I had to go to work anyway so I left her alone. We didn't really talk for ages after that but eventually she told me it was the demon again. So I sat quietly as she recounted what she claimed had happened to her. 

*****

After I had kissed her good night and gone to bed she adjourned to the home office and had spent a few hours doing her usual activities online. Eventually came back to that story again (one of many she has been one-bombing on Literotica) called The Magic Pen. This just happened to be the sixth time since that first incident she had that she'd been back to this story, and was pleased to see it's score was getting close to a score of two. So feeling confident nothing would happen she voted one on it yet again.

Leaning back in the office chair she began to laugh at the anonymous power of her trolling, when suddenly hairy claw like hands came out of the chair grabbing her and holding her tightly to it. She tried to scream to get my attention but a hand clasped over her mouth. Nails painfully dug into her soft flesh. The hands then lifted her into the air and began carrying her through the house. 

Wildly she looked from side to side and struggled against these unseen foes, but it was useless. Then looking up the back door opened, and so they took her outside but once she crossed the threshold it was no longer our backyard she was in. She found herself soaring through an enormous dark cavern, over a series of ditches that formed a large circle underneath her.

The hands took her down towards a particular ditch and threw her into it with force. She hit the ground hard, her body rolling uncontrollably over the ground. Sharp rocks digging into her, and smashing her head. Eventually she stopped and lay there breathless and panting trying to suck air into her lungs. Blood dripped from her nose and cheek.

As she regained herself the sounds of screaming and shouting began to become too much for her to ignore. It sounded like a panicking mob. She sat up feeling her head spin and promptly threw up. Looking around it was dark with a red light that shone down from above. It was hot, very hot inside this hole. The noise reached her again and she decided to walk towards it to investigate. Then as she climbed a small bank she emerged onto a scene of carnage like she had never seen the likes of before. 

Below her were thousands and thousands of humans all dressed in rags, and filthy from head to toe. In the middle of them was a large creature that took her breath away and made her duck back. The creature was twenty foot tall at least, and resembled a dragon. It's body was silver and shone a murky off-white light making it appear even larger in the gloominess of the pit. In one of its hands was a giant sword that dripped red with blood.

As she watched the dragon suddenly raked its sword across the crowd tearing people apart limb from limb as they tried to flee from it. It's long tail sweeping behind it doing the same thing. Hundreds of people dismembered by the cruel actions of the dragon.

She drew her arms tight across her chest and shivered looking out at the carnage. The dragon raising its sword and striking again. She wanted to yell out to these people to run, they were sitting ducks. Didn't they understand that? Then to utter amazement the bodies of those just slain started to together again. Organs, limbs, blood, everything joined up the victim became whole once again. 

They would slowly climb to their feet and rejoin the crowd, only to be cut apart soon after in another horrifying collision of sword and flesh. This just went on and on, so she fell to her knees and began to pray. A familiar voice said behind her, "He wont hear you all the way down here."

She turned to see the black demon once again, the occult markings carved into his body glowing bright red. His eyes red pits of fire that burned right through her soul. She stumbled backwards up the embankment in a panic, but as she neared the top she slipped and fell down it again over the rough and jagged rocks coming to stop at the bottom dazed and aching all over. She looked up from the ground and he was standing there shaking his head at her.

Her mouth was dry and cracked already but she said in a croak, "Where am I?"

The black demon looked around with a smile like he was admiring this foul place with a fondness that a person may look upon their former childhood home. Then he looked down at her saying, "A fitting place for the likes of you. This, my little troll, is the eighth circle of hell. This particular pocket belongs to the 'Sowers of Discord'. That fine demon hacks at these evil people, dividing their bodies with its blade, just as in life they divided others with their words and deeds. A fitting punishment don't you think?"

"Hell? Am I dead?" she looked at the sword wielding dragon again cut a bloody swathe through the people around it. It was relentless in its work and the suffering these souls endured was beyond anything she had ever seen or imagined possible.

The black demon laughed loudly. That same malevolent laugh she heard in the cave and just like then she shook all over. "I told you the last time you have chances. Maybe choices is the right word," it shrugged. "I'm pleased to see you again though, as after our first encounter I thought I'd not see you again. But like they say, 'A dog always returns to its vomit'.

She ignored his obvious contempt for her. "Choices? What choices?" Zoey asked.

The black demon waved its finger at her like she was a naughty child, "Tch. Tch. No spoilers now. You're the one who has to figure it out. But I can tell you that you have only one chance left. After that your soul belongs here when you die..." when he said 'here' his big arm swept out gesturing towards the silver dragon and its bloody work, "...regardless of anything you try to do to make amends for your sins while you still have life." 

"Please all I want to do is to go home. I promise I wont do anything bad ever again...please!" she begged tears flowing down her dirty face.

"You can go home all you need do is please me like you did before and I'll send you home."

She knew what it wanted and had been trying to ignore the large boner that had been pointing at her the whole time they had been speaking. A small globule of thick precum now formed on the end of it. Looking up at the smiling demon she asked, "How the hell can you want sex in place like this?" 

"This place is beautiful. All those suffering souls screaming out make me so randy, it isn't funny," he replied grabbing his cock and stroking it. "Now take your garments off or I'll rip them off your body again."




The Trap



"Why don't you have sex with them then?" she asked pointing at the cowering multitude of damned people.

The demon smiled saying, "They are spirit, you are flesh."

With a huge sigh she pulled her sweat top over her head and then unclipped her bra freeing her tits. The demon licked his lips. Then she stood and pulled her sweat pants and panties down in one go, laying her clothes on the ground to protect her from the sharp rubble on the ground. The demon looked at his huge cock and then at her with a wry smile and so she fell to her knees taking it in her hand and licked the head clean of its juice.

She had braced herself as she thought this demon meat and its juice would taste foul, as foul as everything was in this place. Surprisingly it tasted kind of spicy and sweet at the same time. The next instant he held his dick in his fist, his other hand gripping her hair painfully. He dragged the hot tip across her damp lips filling her senses with his pheromones. Making her pussy squirt wetness that dribbled down her inner thigh.

"Open," he almost grunted, his voice sounding painfully strained.

Zoey looked up at him, a thrill of excitement and intense arousal shooting through her as she took in his eyes narrowed to red smouldering slits, the muscles of his jaw working furiously as he looked down at her. She let her mouth slowly drop open, exhaling a slow hot breath across the hard length of him.

Then the taste of him made her shiver as he filled her mouth. He didn't push too far, not at first, just enough for her to swirl her tongue around and give him a few encouraging sucks. She moaned against him and he thrust deeper, pressing against the back of her throat for the briefest of seconds before pulling her back with a tug of her hair. Before she could protest he was pressing her down again, deeper this time and for a few seconds longer.

He continued like that, letting her adapt until she got to the point where her throat swallowed instinctively around him and just as she'd start to wonder if he'd ever let her breathe again he'd pull her back up to let her lick and suck on his head for a while. Far from being frightening, every time she felt that breathless feeling it set off an aching burn between her legs and in the tips of her nipples. After several minutes of this she felt close to orgasm and started fingering herself.

Her wiggling must have tipped him off because he reached under her with his free hand and started pinching lightly at her nipples, then pulling them hard in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. The hot wetness between her legs was spreading, dribbling down both inner thighs onto her clothes she used as a blanket. Despite the location and the carnage being repeated again and again not far away from them, all she could think about was the aching need deep inside her. She intensified her efforts in the vague hope that if she gave him enough pleasure he'd return the favour sooner rather than later.

The hand in her hair tightened its grip and she'd have sworn she saw his dick swell even more. The black head bobbed just inches from her lips and she licked them in anticipation, completely unaware of the effect her gaze was having on the demon it was attached to.

He lifted his hips to her already open mouth and she felt the heavy head slide over her tongue as she tried to seal her lips around him. At this point he was just holding her head still while he pumped himself in and out of her mouth at a steadily increasing rate.

It didn't take long before she felt his thrusts become erratic and she leaned forward, trying to take more of him, moaning around him in encouragement. When he came she didn't even notice the primal roar he let out this time, all her concentration was on trying to take what he was giving her. His cum was scorchingly hot, and as it rolled down her throat it burned her. There is no pleasure in Hell without pain. The black demon pushed her roughly to the ground and she hit her head.

When she opened her eyes she was back in our bed with a concerned husband by her side.

*****

I didn't blow my stack at her bullshit story because I could see that she really believed it. This worried me even more than the possibly she was cheating on me. Could my Zo-Zo be going crazy? This was compounded by the fact that for the next month she went into her shell completely. Zoey spent all her free time now on the internet looking for something she wouldn't tell me about. Whenever I asked she'd laughed coldly saying, "Oh you'd just think I was crazy if I told you."

I was starting to believe she was crazy because she was acting paranoid. Then she'd shut the home office door, shut me out of whatever it was she was going through. I called her mom and spoke to her about it. Thankfully she's coming to stay in a few days and together we can get to the bottom of this.

*****

The night before Zoey's mom was due to arrive I was watching football on the TV when I heard her yell out from the home office in a way that made me cold to the core of my being. I rushed to the door of the office but it was locked. I pushed on the door hard trying to break it down, but it wouldn't budge. "Zoey? Zoey?" I yelled out but she didn't answer. I banged on the door loudly yelling her name, but nothing.

I ran outside to try and see in the window but the blind was drawn. The window was locked. Picking up a loose half brick I threw it at the window as hard as I could. It bounced off like bullet proof glass. I threw it again and the same thing happened. My heart racing I ran inside and tried the door again, it wouldn't budge. So I called the cops.

The cops succeeded in busting down the door only to find her laying naked on the floor, yet again. An ambulance took her away and she was in a coma for three weeks. They didn't know why. The cops did a full investigation and found no foul play was involved. When she finally woke up she was very withdrawn, wouldn't speak to anyone. Not even her mom who had been there the whole time with me at the hospital. 

However it was obvious that she was paranoid, refusing to take medications from nurses and found hiding in closets and cupboards on several occasions. The doctors told me and her mother that they thought our Zo-Zo was suffering and acute psychotic episode. After she was medically fit enough, they transferred her to psychiatric hospital for further assessment and treatment. 

I went with her to the psych hospital to help her settle in and eventually I found myself alone in her room with her. She sat on the bed wrapped up in the foetal position rocking and humming to herself. Like I wasn't even there. I cried. Then I sat beside her and gently took her hand to find a piece of paper wrapped up inside it. I put it on the bed.

"Zo-Zo? Talk to me? Tell me what's going on. I love you," I whispered to her resting my forehead against her temple.

"You wont believe me. You think I'm crazy but I'm not,' she said wiping her eyes with her arm.

"I promise I'll believe you. Just tell me," I begged. So for the first time since that day she told me what happened.

*****

She had one-bombed that story once again and nothing happened. She did it twice, three times, four, five and on the sixth time the floor of the office suddenly collapsed and she found herself falling down a large seemingly bottomless pit. She screamed her head off but the pit was so deep that it occurred to her screaming was a waste of time. So she looked down at the red glow at the bottom rising up and getting bigger and bigger as it approached.

Below her was a boiling red lake in which she spotted a single boat. She tried hard to manoeuvre herself to fall onto it and with a great effort she managed it. Crashing through the upper deck in a flurry of splintered wood and cracking bones, ending up prone on the inside of the hull. Blood dripped from her nose and she tasted it in her mouth. Her body ached all over and thus she passed out.

Sometime later she woke with a gasp trying to find clean air in all the foulness that surrounded her. She climbed to her feet and limped her way to a ladder and climbed up it to the upper deck. There was no sky on this lake only the blackness of unforgiving rock above her. Peering over the rail, the lake was red with flames leaping from it. It was not red like lava, more like blood. 

Her mouth flew open and she stepped back, eyes bulging and grasping her hands to her chest. In this lake of boiling blood, arms stretched out to her begging for her to lift them into the boat. The faces she could see were seemed no longer human, so distorted by pain and suffering they were. Then she heard a familiar voice say, "Ahoy there, my little troll."

Pale, with mouth agape and trembling all over, she looked up to where the steering wheel was to see her black demon at the helm. It waved to her and then jumped from the spot, over the wheel and landed right in front of her making the boat rock when he touched down. "I knew you'd be back," he said.

"How did you know?"

"Like I told you the last time, the proverb remember?" he said but she shrugged and shook her head. The demon laughed, then said, "The proverb was advice. It goes: 'As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly'," he said to her.

"How's that advice?"

"It matters not now. I gave you fair warning of your fate if you continued to repeat your folly. But like most prideful humans you thought you knew better than everyone else."

She closed her eyes feeling her bile rise. She wanted to shout at this patronising demon, but all she could say was, "What now then?"

"Your chances are done. Your soul belongs in hell now. This is the price of being a sower of discord, or in your generations parlance: a troll."

"That story...The Magic Pen... it was cursed wasn't it?"

"Cursed?" he then laughed. "It was a trap for all you little trolls hiding behind your anonymous identities and acting like cowards. Such vile humans you are. You think because you're faceless, then it makes you blameless. Your sins follow you everywhere you go. You had two chances to change your ways and repent, but still you chose to torment the innocent with your spiteful words."

"But I didn't mean it, it was a joke... a laugh is all?' she said falling to her knees and begging.

He suddenly pointed over the rail towards the horizon saying, "In the middle of this lake is an island, and one of it's residents are those that have committed suicide. A recent new resident was a person you continually harassed on her facebook page called Sonia Jones. The bullying she received made her depressed, depression caused her suicide. The nerve of you saying you didn't mean it. Did you not tell your partner that Sonia deserved your abuse for being such a fat loser?"

"Yes I did but..."

"Save your petty excuses, they will not help you in this place. Here is only punishment." 

"If I drove her to suicide then why is she being punished? What did she do wrong?" 

"Suicide is a mortal sin in the eyes of God. If you don't like that, then take it up with him. I'm only doing my job," the demon said then gave her a wry smile.

She slumped, her chin touching her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around herself. In her heart of hearts she knew her fate was sealed. Gathering her strength she forced herself to look up at the black demon and ask, "So what now?"

"You can return to your life for the time being or stay here and begin your eternal punishment."

"I want to go back. Please I want to go back!" she reached out and grabbed his leg as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Then you know what you have to do." he said looking down at her with his evil red eyes.

She sat there for a moment looking up at him, mouth wide and shaking all over. Then he reached down and grabbed her head and shoved it into his groin. The smell of his musk overwhelmed her once more and again her pussy tingled as its big balls rubbed over her face. She couldn't help herself and started sucking on them taking them one at time into her mouth and sucking on the egg shaped testes. The demon moaned as it pulled back seeing a ball pop out of her mouth, then rubbing the shaft of his cock all over her face. 

She licked at it eventually taking it into her mouth and sucking on the mighty phallus. He once again grabbed her head with his hands and forced his cock deep inside it. This time though instead of only taking her to the point she could handle he kept pushing his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She was choking now as it slid down her and she hit his legs and tried to pull away in desperation. 

He was too strong, and soon all nineteen inches of hard demon cock was down her throat and as he fucked her mouth his big balls slapped her chin. She couldn't breath and her lungs burnt as she struggled against it. Then just on the point of passing out he pulled out for a moment allowing her to get one big gasping breath in. Then he plunged it down her throat again all the way. 

Her throat burned at the demon cock grew hotter and hotter. Soon the demon closed its eyes and pulled its cock out shooting cum at her, but she managed to duck and it landed on her clothes. She smiled thinking how clever she was the burning cum didn't get on her, but her expression changed when her clothes started to smoke and dissolve like acid was on them. In a panic she quickly ripped her clothes off and threw them on the deck of the boat until she stood there naked watching them smoulder and shrink.

The black demon grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to him making her scream and thrash. He was too powerful for her and threw her forward into the wall off the cabin. The impact made the wooden walls crack and she groaned as the wind was knocked out of her. He came over and grabbed her feet while she lay prone gasping wildly and pulled her towards him until her pussy was against the head of his cock. 

Then with his hands on her back he pushed that cock deep inside her making her head shoot up and her eyes bulge. His claws like fingers raked her soft skin leaving a few marks as he drove his cock in and out of her at a relentless pace. The feeling of heat rose within her again and the fucking started to make her tingle all over. Her hands grasped the roof of the cabin hard as she clenched her eyes shut allowing the sensations in her pelvis grow and grow. 

Her orgasm was building and it was going to be a big one. Then he pulled out of her making her look back at him pouting in frustration. The demon had a wry smile as he pushed his cock into her again but her eyes bulged again because she realised it was not pushing at her vagina, it was pushing at her anus.

"Nooooo please....not that!" she cried out.

Her fear just filled the demon with power and try as she may her anal sphincter eventually gave way and he pushed his cock deep inside her ass. "Glooo aaaaahhh errrrr," she mumbled as he drove all nineteen inches inside her. Then once his balls were flush against her pussy he let out an awful roar of triumph. 

Grabbing her waist he pulled out half way and then thrust back inside. She could feel his hot cock inside her abdomen now and she wondered if she was about to die. The demon was fucking her ass rolling its hips when it pulled out to plunge back in. It grunted in delight feeling her so surrounding his cock. He picked up pace and was pumping her harder and faster. The heat from his cock was unbearable now and all she could do was lie there and take it.

His rhythm faltered and then he stopped, his cock buried inside her and shot his load once more. The guttural roar barely registered on her senses as the pain welled inside her. She was on fire inside. He pulled out of her and then grabbing her roughly her threw her limp form through the air until she landed in a familiar place. 

Wearily she looked up to see a silver dragon with a giant sword cutting its way through a crowd of terrified people. Limbs and body parts went flying into the air as people screamed in horror and panic. Then she passed out. 

*****

She wept in my arms telling me that she was now damned forever. My body remained stiff as I held my grief inside. The important thing was that I remained strong for her. She was my Zo-Zo. She was my life. God help me I wont let her see just how devastated I am at this sad turn of events. She is crazy, just like the doctors said.

Eventually the nurse came and told me visiting hours were over and as I rose to leave Zoey grabbed the crumpled up piece of paper and shoved it into my hand. "This is it," she said. "You have to warn others or else they'll end up like me." I looked at it in my hand, nodded and kissed her forehead goodbye. As I walked out the door she shouted at me, "Warn others!"

I don't remember getting home that afternoon. My whole body was numb and my emotions were dead. I'm like a robot going through the motions of living but not with any true purpose. Eventually I came across that piece of paper in my pocket and unwrapped it, flattening it out. On it in Zoey's handwriting was: "Six times one: the trap is sprung. After twelve: the silver dragon comes. At eighteen: your life is done." 

That night I lay in bed those words rolling in my mind: six times one. What did she mean? I remembered that last awful night the story 'The Magic Pen' was on the web browser, showing she had given it a one vote. Six-one votes? Then the number hit me: each interval of six one votes sprung the trap. The number flashed in my mind like a beacon: 666. 

I sat up with a gasp clutching my chest as if a heavy weight suddenly was on me. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the computer and brought up the story that she had last seen on Literotica. It's score was now close to one. I remembered she showed me how to beat the software and one-bomb a story on this site, so gritting my teeth I began to do it. I reached the sixth time and my finger hovered over the mouse clicker.

If I pressed it and nothing happened that would confirm my poor Zoey was insane. However what if she had been telling me the truth. Then that would present a whole different set of problems. I laughed thinking to myself that I was being stupid. I don't believe in that stuff. Black demons, silver dragons, and lakes of burning blood? It was all so ridiculous, like some lame horror movie. So I hovered my pointer over the one star and clicked. Suddenly the screen grew very, very bright. So bright I fell backwards from the chair.

The End.