3 comments/ 32635 views/ 2 favorites Uncontrollable Need By: Stillherer It was inevitable. It was a habit I could no longer control. Any opportunity. Every opportunity. A force I could not resist compelled me. My body would shake as adrenaline surged through it. The thrill was incomparable. The thought of getting caught unimaginable. The consequences of getting caught beyond comprehension. Yet still I was compelled, the draw irresistible. I was a junkie seeking that next fix and my drug was panties. Friends. Friends of friends. Friends sisters. Mothers. Dates. Anonymous women at house parties. Dinner parties. Didn't matter. Didn't make sense, as long as I could fulfill the need. The overwhelming urgency to see panties, feel panties, even dare to wear panties. Flinching panties became inevitable after the first purloined pair became a regular fixture in my nightly masturbation rituals. Panties ruled my fantasies and the release they afforded me was more fulfilling than most sex. Self doubt haunted me as I struggled to control my panty urges before they spiraled out of control and ruined my life. Self-loathing made me ache with despair until the next opportunity to see new panties presented itself. I was driven to take risks that probably only escaped discovery because it was beyond the imagination of most people that the likes of me existed amongst them. Fantasies about getting caught set an edge to my masturbation rituals that no others compared to. They became all powerful as I secretly slipped into a lace trimmed pair of sheer briefs that once belonged to someone else. What would happen if I was caught at that moment with my raging erection outlined within the stretched material. A wet spot of pre-cum spreading as my excitement built to torturous proportions. Who would catch me? What would their reaction be? What would they do with me? The various scenarios paraded through my mind as explosive orgasm after explosive orgasm erupted geysers of cum to fill my panties and leave me panting, weak kneed, spent. My collection grew. Yet never satiated my need for more. Once possessed, no matter how sensationally sexy a pair of panties were, they never compared to that moment of first glimpse. A dared touch, a possible removal or the incomparable possibility of slipping into a pair of some woman's panties in her own bedroom with her drawer of delicates tempting me with more options. Memories of such moments haunted my existence. Fueled the need. Pressed me to attempt more outrageous invasions of a woman's most private world. Getting caught was inevitable. A girl friends mother's bedroom. The opportunity of being left alone in her house while they went off shopping. Sneaking into her bedroom. Opening a drawer with several pair of nylon briefs conveniently left strewn randomly about. Purple. Green. Yellow. Blue. A matching box set. Delicate scalloped edging, lace panels at the sides, almost translucent they were so sheer. Holding them before me with trembling fingers the urge to slip into this pair of my girl friends mothers briefs became a single minded obsession. My vision closed in focusing only on the moment, the panties in my hands. I couldn't get out of my pants fast enough. My cock was already swelling in anticipation. My breathing became erratic, panting I slipped off my underwear and stepped into hers. The feeling was electric as the large briefs slid up my legs. In her mirror I watched some one else pull the sheer material over their raging hard on. The elastic clinging to my thighs, snapping possessively about my waist. The cool nylon felt like butter against the sensitized skin of my ass. The feel of her panties was exquisite. I stared in fascination at the rigid cock in mirror tenting out the front panel of her panties. Thrilled by the sheerness of the material that felt so sensational as it moved over my skin when the body in the mirror shifted for a new angle. Disembodied I drew a long shuddering breath as the perfection of the moment washed over me. I could explode at any second. Without even touching my cock, the material of those panties had me within a millisecond of gushing out vast volumes of pent up cum. I gasped, dismayed at the sight of a wet spot of precum spreading from the tip of my straining cock across the sheer green material. Yet such was the magic of the moment that the consequences of spreading wet spot ceased to matter. If my fate was sealed, It was sealed. I was but a mere moment away from an orgasmic eruption that would soak these delicate green wondrous panties. I caught the, "What the...," but the rest blurred into the white noise that filled my head. In the mirror I saw the reflection of the man standing in the door way staring horrified at the partially naked male before him. A male naked from the waist down save for a pair of sheer green briefs. Then the corners of the room rushed towards me and my world went black. I came too crumpled on the floor beneath a very angry man nudging me none to gently with the toe of his shoe. He screamed incomprehensibly down at me. It took a moment for my befuddled brain to grasp the enormity of the situation before the crushing reality hit me with a force that left me breathless. Gasping for breath, I tried to find words to explain but nothing would come out. I struggled to understand what he was yelling at me as my world spun out of control. Terrified by his fury I vainly attempted to crawl away. Before I could get far he had me by the hair and was viciously pulling me upright. Holding me before him on my knees his face red with rage he sputtered angrily at me, "Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing in here?" Whimpering with fright, lost for words I could only stare gaping at him. When his free hand bunched into a fist I yelped before pleading, "No, no, look I'm Debbie's boyfriend. I'm Debbie's boyfriend!" My voice whined pathetically as I watched him seethe above me. It was then that I realized that my girl friends mothers panties were wet. I stole a look down to see my now flaccid cock was drooping with in the wet confines of her panties. Terrified I realized the wetness was a sticky pool of cum. My cum. The very angry man ripping my hair out noticed at almost the same time and howled with rage and disgust. Lost for words he started to strike me with his fist pushing me away with a force that sent me crashing to the floor. "Get out," he raged kicking me as I scrambled to get my things. "Fucking pervert! Get the fuck out," he screamed kicking me across the room and out of the room. Howling plaintively I scurried to escape as he stomped after me hurling expletives and kicks. Before I knew it he had bundled me out the front door and I was running down the street shoeless in cum filled green panties. Car horns honked and people yelled out their windows as I rounded a corner. I didn't care, I ran. When I was sure he wasn't chasing me I stopped to struggle into my pants. Taking deep sobbing breathes the realization that my life was finished swept over me. Bare foot I trudged home. Somewhere in the scramble to get away I had lost my wallet and my keys. Shame faced I was forced to get my landlady to let me in unable to come up with a reasonable excuse for my circumstances. The message my now ex-girl friend left on my answering machine left there no doubt that my life as I knew it was truly over. Her voice dripping with disgust, contempt and anger left little to the imagination before it descended into incomprehensible profanity. Stepping into the bathroom I opened my pants and stared in the mirror at the sheer green briefs with the moist wet crotch. I felt my cock tingle with excitement. I watched transfixed as it grew, unfolding relentlessly to tent out the front of the buttery nylon material. In fascination I watched my cock strain against the delicate panty a fresh wet spot of precum spreading from the tip. Leaning forward letting the shaft brush up against the sink I witnessed my cock erupt jets of hot gooey cum into the delightful green panties as the orgasm shuddered through me. Days later my girl friends mother turned up. She insisted on speaking with me. She was returning my wallet and keys. I couldn't look at her as she informed me in a cold but controlled voice, that I had shattered her daughters life. That what I had done was unforgivable. That she would see to it that I paid dearly for my despicable behaviour. She seemed to grow in stature as I felt myself shrinking beneath the onslaught of her words. She had me on the verge of tears and I could tell by the change of the tone of her voice that she was beginning to relish her task. After a prolonged silence I nervously dared to look up. She was standing there arms crossed beneath her breasts imperviously assessing me. She let me cringe before her wondering what was to happen next. A small smirk at the edge of her mouth and an evil glint in her eye made me shudder with the realization that she was enjoying this moment. She was enjoying my submissive groveling response to her stern overbearing visage. Uncontrollable Need Author's note: This story was inspired by the book Rymyny. I do not own any rights to the characters or places it is simply a piece of fan fiction. All rights stay with the original creators. * Jennifer ran one hand down the front of her wedding dress, feeling the lace stitching between the elegantly cut white silk. She couldn't take the smile off if she wanted. Joey held her hand in his as they walked down the gangway of the ship. The hard wood planks clicked below her high heal shoes. She could feel the lightest mist from the ocean air kiss their faces with its fresh smell. The entire wedding party was following behind. Beth, her best friend and maid of honor was carrying the train of her dress along with the bouquet. Twenty-four and married on a Caribbean cruise, Jennifer felt like it was out of dream. Her mother had strongly warned against getting married on a cruise, but then Jennifer's mother and father were devout Christians. "You need to get married in a Church—by a minister, or a priest." Her mother added in the option of a priest because Joey was raised Catholic. A 'Man of God' was her parents' requirement for who would officiate the service of their baby girl to the man of her dreams. Jenn agreed with the religious ceremony. She might not have been as strict as her parents though she took her faith seriously. Joey was the husband she always dreamed of. An engineer at Callaway, the company that makes golf clubs. A great job after finishing at Boston University, still it was a temporary job before he could get into a masters program at Stanford or MIT. Jennifer was working as a financial analyst at KPMG, the hours were long but she didn't care, she had Joey at home. The time her friends spent out at bars looking for either a boyfriend of just someone for the night was excessive and not something Jennifer ever needed to do. Joey wasn't as concerned with Jennifer going out at night, what he was concerned with was the amount of attention she got at the office. KPMG had a little over two thousand employees spread over three buildings in their Carlsbad office complex. All the employees knew about Jennifer, or at least the male staff did. Jenn was 5'7 with olive skin, long blond hair, and breasts she needed to strap down to hedge the male attention she received. She was exceedingly toned and when she wore high heals her perfect round butt would show its shape jutting out in any office skirt. Working out was her cathartic release. If she didn't workout the stresses of the world would sink down into her. Her father's search for a new job, her mother's argument with Jennifer's aunt, her brother's pot smoking. All the issues were manageable, though if Jenn didn't work out, those stresses became steroid filled dominate thoughts. For this reason Jenn spent about an hour at the gym each day. They had a pastor marry them. Pastor Don, he was from Florida and had a family that grew Oranges. A family business he had done until he was eighteen and decided to go to seminary. Once he finished school the cruise line offered him the job as their Chaplain and he took the job. Jenn trusted him and was happy he could officiate the service. After publicly confirming their love and the exchange of vows they walked to the reception. The sun had just dipped down below the horizon and she felt Joey's hand. She turned to her now husband who pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips locked and that was when she heard the first scream. People were running down the hardwood of the lido deck, shoving people from their way in panic. Joey pulled her close as the rushing people infected its way into more of the cruise goes. Beth screamed and pointed, that was when they all saw the mechanical wall out from the railing of the cruise ship. Until this moment Jennifer had thought they were walking to the deck of the ship, now she realized she was outside. The ship was enclosed, the murky water below churned over and over. One, two, seven, nine... she stopped counting the bodies floating in the water as more emerged from the white turning foam. Her heart began to pound like it was trying to escape from her chest. More people were flooding the gangway. Joey reached behind her and ripped off the train of her dress then pulled her with him. The wedding party followed. "Where are we going?" Jennifer asked hoping for an answer. "We are," Joey paused to think, "trying not to get trampled." He paused before a second look, "And, we need to get away from that." He pointed into the sky where she saw it also. A bright red laser that cut across the sky and perpendicularly down through the bulkhead of the cruise ship. Joey was yanking her through the crowd of people that had swelled over them like a tsunami. First raging up then pulling them along with it, that was when she fell. On the ground the mob of stomping feet came in bursts. A quick trampling then the weight of people stopped above her compacted so tightly there was no moving. Joey's hand stayed in her's. He was shoving people, yelling at them to make room. The pressure of the mob was encompassing, holding her down. There was no room for Joey to push them anywhere, the crowd moved again and a boot came across her face. She went unconscious. Jennifer opened her eyes to the blue screen glowing before her eyes. Arms at her sides she was in a small space, coffin shaped. The blue light from the screen illuminated down the front of her white wedding dress that was now torn in places. She screamed though with no place in the box for her voice to escape it echoed in the small space hurting her ears. The time felt lost as she thought over the events—the ship, the wedding, the dock before they left, then she remembered after the wedding. Her head ached and with the dull thudding in her brain. There were pieces she remembered, opening her eyes for brief moments while Joey carried her, the dark tunnels, then... the memory was muddled. The air in the box was thin, so shallow she felt herself again slipping from consciousness. When she awoke she didn't know if she had been there for minutes or hours. Her bladder, full and stinging was the indicator of how long she had been there. The box began to move, she could feel it swinging like she was in some kind of an amusement ride. It clanked along a metal track until light crept through the vertical seams in the box. It came to a rest and when it stopped the blue screen changed, it was still there, but looked three dimensional like a digital screen. She peered into the 3D screen where a man was standing. "Hello ladies. I am Garvin. I am sure many of you are confused as to your place in these containers. In short, you were going to be killed so I along with the people of Rymyny have taken you from Earth to save you from this fate. More will be explained. Each of you has a device attached to your wrist with your serial ID number." He was pacing back and forth as he spoke. Jennifer couldn't see who else he was addressing but could see there were other boxes placed upright like her's. As he walked his voice in some ways seemed to plead with them. "Please do not try to run away, if you do the device on your wrist will inject you with a chemical substance that will... Bring you back to us." "Where are we?" A woman from one of the other boxes yelled. Garvin spoke with elegant calm when he answered. "You are on Rymyny. I am going to let you all out, again please do not try to run, please do not attack any of those working to keep you safe, please do not attack each other or yourself." He was tapping buttons on a screen below him and the doors to the boxes opened. Jennifer looked into the room. Where she guessed another thirty or so women were also stepping timidly from their upright containers. In the light she could see her wedding dress was dirty, streaked with grime. A large tear in the material at the front exposed, not all, but much of her right breast. She pulled at the fabric to cover herself. The other women were looking at her. None of them had arrived any cleaner, still her once white dress showed her day's previous actives. Garvin was joined by four grey uniformed men. He continued his explanation and was speaking a bit faster now. "Alright Earths. I know this is a new experience for you though you need to do as your told. The security working this event have electrocution sticks and they will use them, that is still a better option for you than the tagging which is what will happen if you run or strike someone. Now, we need you to move to the room to the left where you will be showered and prepped for presentation." His arm extended in the direction he expected them to move. None of the women moved. Then the shrill scream was heard as Jennifer turned and saw Beth cowering to the ground. The grey uniformed man stood over her driving the end of his stick into her side with the repeated electric charged clicks. "Stop, what are you doing?" Jennifer screamed. The man applying the punishment didn't smile nor did he frown, it was work, and that was the expression on his face. He pulled Beth to her feet as he moved down the line giving a quick prod to three of the women who screamed and jumped as they were all herded like cattle into the adjacent room. Jennifer surmised over the other women as they were pushed and moved. There were various states of attire, a few women were still wearing their bikini's so common from the ship, one woman was still wearing her khaki button down shirt with the Royal Caribbean logo embroidered over the left breast. Jennifer could swear she had been one of friendly girls at the help desk in the main galley. Another girl wore one of the tourist shirts sold at their last dock, 'Jamaica Me Crazy.' It was baggy and didn't fit the girl wearing it. Garvin was still walking with them. "Each of you, find a station place your hands through the loops above your head and place your feet in the brackets at your feet." There was still struggle coming from the women. They searched each other's eyes for some way they could not comply with the request. Garvin and the security workers stood on a low platform, the women all stood on the metal floor. "Reach above your head and place your hands in the loops, once you HAVE ALL done so the current will stop." As he finished speaking Jennifer could feel the small electric shock in her feet, it was just a low current though it was growing. The women one by one began reaching up to the loops that hung from the ceiling and followed suit with their feet. The current was beginning to hurt. Jennifer reached through the loop and once her hands and feet were in place the ankle clamps locked down and the hand loops tightened. Beth was standing defiantly with her arms crossed. She was crying and as she did faced Garvin shaking her head in revolt. Other women in the room were trying to pick their feet up off the ground as the electric current was now fully painful. "Do as he says!" Many of the women were yelling out in pain now. "Put your hands up. Please!" The cursing increased. "Fucking put your hands up!" "Please Beth, please." Jennifer begged. Through the tears Beth finally relented. Jennifer couldn't tell if it was her own pain or that of the other women being electrocuted. Once the brunette had finally completed the action, the electric current stopped. The room now had from what Jennifer could count was forty-six women with their arms suspended above their heads and ankles locked as well. Three women entered the room, two with knives, the third pushed an empty cart. For fear of being stabbed there was more screaming from the captive women. The uniformed women began moving through the room. They met with Jennifer first. Jennifer kept her eyes fixed on the knife as it was placed carefully between her breasts then pulled forward further cutting away her wedding dress. She cried as she thought about the day she and Beth had picked it out. With the strapless wedding gown and her large breasts there was no way she could wear a bra. The large globes of her breasts spilled out of her dress that was quickly becoming shreds at her ankles before being tossed into the empty bin. Her white thong, garter belt, and thigh high panty hose covered in runs went next. In seconds she was fully naked. They moved on to the next woman. The whole process didn't take long. Soon the room had forty-six women stretched from floor to ceiling fully naked. Jennifer looked over the women in the room. Each woman was young and beautiful. If she had to guess this group was sorted. The ages in the room were most likely all early twenties. There were different body types some women with large breasts, some women had flatter chests yet were lithe, long bodies with perfect skin and plump butts. She didn't want to agree, but she knew, even she and Beth fit in with this group of attractive women. In their standing position the women were all showered and cleaned. Once the water was running over her Jennifer finally let her bladder go. The release was calming and the lack of pain allowed her to again to think about what was happening to her. Garvin step to the railing of the platform where they could all see him. "As you can see, if you comply with the requests they be done without pain, and if you make it hard, it will only be painful for you. You all recognize I am sure that you were selected. The entire population of your ship has been annexed by Rymyny. Everyone on your ship has been sorted or is being sorted right now." "Fuck you. Why are you doing this? Let us go." Beth screamed it out as one of the security workers approached her with his electrocution stick extended before Garvin stopped him. "As I said before. You were going to be killed, we have rescued you from that fate. As I was saying, your ship was sorted. This group has been pre-purchased, you won't see an auction stage but you will have to perform. If you don't, you will be used for a lower task or you will be discarded." He gave a long pause allowing his words to sink in. "You are to do whatever the guests of the evening request." Jennifer closed her eyes hoping to open them only to realize this was a nightmare. No, this was real. What he was implying was clear, to try to convince herself it was anything but what it was would only make it worse. "The clients and guests we work with like the women to be nice, pleasant to be around. For that reason we will give priority accommodations to those who volunteer." Garvin explained. The woman who was once wearing the Jamacian T-shirt meekly asked. "What does it mean to have priority accommodations?" Garvin leaned closer and replied. "It means it will be better than the alternative." "I volunteer." The woman replied. Two grey uniformed workers quickly walked through the space and unhooked her hands and feet before leading her from the room. "I volunteer." "Me too." "Me as well." Ten of the women agreed. Beth was shaking her head 'no' to Jennifer. "Two spots left." Garvin announced. Jennifer didn't want to do it but her arms were hurting, her knees as well from standing so long. I just got married today. I can't. "Think about Joey. Don't do it, Jenn. Don't." Joey. Jennifer remembered then answered. "Ok, Beth... ok." Beth smiled back to her. Two of the other women volunteered and once they did the remaining women were left there for what they guessed was another hour. They talked a bit but mostly stayed quiet. Jennifer continually looked at the bracelet on her wrist. If she pushed it tighter to her skin she could feel the sharp point of an injection needle that Garvin reference earlier When Garvin arrived back the response was mixed. Some women quickly pleaded to be added to the volunteer list, Jennifer cursed at him. "You fucking asshole I want to see me husband. I want to see my husband!" She began to cry again. Garvin ignored her outburst. "None of you have taken any water since you've been here." Jennifer realized he was right, it must have also been the reason her joints were hurting so badly, she was dehydrated. The uniformed workers came through the room with clear bottles of water. "Open up ladies, it might be the last time you take a drink until tomorrow." All of the women gladly took water. After Jennifer's recently full bladder she only took one gulp. Beth, preparing for a long haul of defiance and potential future lack of water, took gulp after gulp. Jennifer watched and wondered if she stupidly should have taken this opportunity to hydrate more than she had. Their hands and feet were released and the remaining women given robes then were led down the hall. The security workers followed closely behind Beth ready to jolt her if needed. Each woman was delivered to an individual room. Beth was still calling down the hall to Jennifer, "Don't do what they say. Don't! They can't keep us forever." A security worker was behind Jennifer pushing her into the room. Alone with the worker she looked around the small room. There was a cabinet built into the wall and small vanity mirror with sink below and drawers. There was one single bed. The room was tiny, all the space was used. A door on the far side she could see was a bathroom. "We are keeping you... forever. You will be wise to ignore your friend. It will kill her, most likely after her bracelet drugs her, and we keep her another few years. Now, you have an hour to sleep but once those bars count down you need to be ready." He pointed up to the wall where a set of green bars that stretched from one side of the room to the other was fully lit. "You have clothes, you have makeup. If you look good it won't be painful tonight, you saw how this can work." For a brief moment he looked soulfully into her eyes. "The better you look the higher a price will be charged for you making you more valuable." "Where is my husband? Where is my family?" Jennifer begged with her eyes as she asked. "You should start thinking of them as gone. Be ready when it's time." He left the room, locking her inside. She opened the closet as she explored the small space. There were twelve outfits, some dresses, some were two pieces, and a few were string cut bikinis. They were all exceedingly skimpy and would clearly have her body on display. In the vanity drawers was makeup. A huge selection of colors and brushes. It was a collection that made her own kit at home look paltry. One of the green bars had ticked away and she got a semblance of how long she had. Joey would come for her, he would. She retold herself. Joey was a leader like that, always prepared, a boy scout. That was how he got the job as the head counselor at Grace Adventure Camps at Kanakuk Lake. It was the summer job each of them had before their senior years' at their respective colleges. All the female campers loved Joey and his positive way about him. And all the male campers loved Jenn, the counselor who also doubled as life-guard at the lake. She quickly received the nick-name Wendy Peffercorn from the Sandlot. Jenn and Joey had had to keep their relationship a secret that summer. Even when they met at age twenty one, dating between co-workers at camp was against the rules. Everyone did it, but Joey being the head counselor would never let anyone know. The high school aged campers loved gossip between each other as much as about counselors, it was something that spread like wild fire. The girls at that age were already boy-crazy, cutting their camp uniforms to reveal more skin and the boys, equally as enthralled with the girls showed off any chance they got. It was innocent though Jenn remembered the first week at the lake. String bikinis weren't allowed at the Christian camp. The rules were either a one piece or a proper two piece speedo brand swimsuit. Jenn, even in the most conservative swimsuit, had collected the attention of all the campers and other male counselors. It was one of the most awkward conversations Joey had with her. As the head councilor he had to ask her to keep her shirt and shorts on unless there was an emergency in the water. Apparently the sixteen-year-old boys in his cabin couldn't stop talking about how hot the counselor of cabin G was. He was blushing the whole conversation. 'Listen up Wendy,' he joked with her. Uncontrollable Need She took his virginity that summer and loved that she had. She knew that summer he was who she would marry. The boys she had dated in college were embarrassing frat boys, fun parties, no real substance, and looking back a complete embarrassment compared to Joey. And now this, how is he going to find me? As she thought about Joey, she thought about their kiss after Pastor Don pronounced them man and wife. Her lips still tingled with the passion she had for her husband. She began to sob into her hands until she picked her head up and saw a few of the green bars had also disappeared. The metal floor was cold under her feet and she realized it could also be electrified if she wasn't 'ready' when they needed her. She slowly began shopping through the outfits in the closet and settled on what she thought was the most modest piece, a red mini-dress. She gave a sigh thinking about how tiny it was, there was no denying she would look like a complete slut wearing it. Once her feet were inside she pulled it up feeling the material slide tightly over her boobs and ass. She pulled her arms through the short sleeves and then looked into the mirror. The dress was very low cut with lines that perfectly cupped her boobs, making the large orbs jut out from her body as they strained against the material of the dress. In the mirror she looked at her reflection and ran her hands down from her neck, over the skin of her breasts and around to her stomach. She admired how sexy she looked then considered trying on the other outfits. She felt the material of one of the bikinis when she stopped herself in shock. Try other outfits. What am I thinking? The thoughts were confusing. Though even as she questioned such a thought in a time like this, she noticed her hands were still massaging her large breasts. Why does this feel so good? Because it did. Her nipples responded showing themselves through the thin material. She started to breath heavy remembering the water she drank. Oh no, oh no, what did they give me? The green bars had changed to yellow as they were more than half way gone. Her hand covered her heart to feel where it was thumping in panic. Even as she checked her own pulse the tingle of touch against her skin was semi-euphoric. I am going to have to be electrocuted. It's going to happen. She prepared herself mentally for what would occur when she didn't comply with leaving the room while in this seemingly drugged state. Again she thought about what they would be doing to her... wherever she was going. Maybe it was worse in her mind... maybe. She shook her head again. Just because this feels good doesn't mean I don't know I'm drugged. I can still say no. I just need to be more careful. I never cheated on Joey when I've been drunk because I'm still in control. She rationalized with herself as she opened the makeup kit and began inspecting her color choices. Her hair and makeup were done quickly as she spent less time arguing with her situation and instead simply worked with the products she was given. With an almost robotic function she painted the high gloss red lipstick over her lips and then moved to her hair. When she was done only two red bars of the timer were left. She took a deep breath and pulled a pair of black satin five-inch stilettoes from the closet. She slipped her feet into the shoes that snugly fit and realized all of these clothes had been placed in this room for her— fit to her measurements. Maybe the selection of colors for her makeup also. It was mildly flattering though offensive at the same time. Again she stood in front of the mirror and gave a half sultry smile when inspecting how sexy she looked. Her long silky tan legs extending from the red micro dress, her massive boobs held high on her chest being kissed lightly by the golden curls of her hair. A turn to her side and she inspected the way her ass extended showing its plump round curve for which she had been so well known at the office. The bracelet they had given her didn't match though no one would be looking at her wrist with so much of her cleavage and legs showing. The door opened and as it did a green light on the floor illuminated in sequence giving her directions where to walk. She stepped into the hallway alone following the lights. She could hear the music coming from the double doors, the floor vibrating subtly with the reverberations of music the further she got. The doors opened to white light and a room full of people. The men wearing suits, the women in ball gowns moved about the room that was well into a party. The smell of alcohol was clear as was the division of guests from those like her, that were marked not only by their bracelets but by their clothing. Jenn could feel the men looking over her body and almost licking their lips. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Thre were no security guards with electrocution sticks or even the grey uniformed workers. She stepped in nervously and the door behind her closed. As Jenn surveyed over the room she felt her heart sink, the women she had been held with were now flirting around the room in equally if not more sultry attire. Jennifer carefully made her way across the dance floor as men eyed her. She came to a woman practically having sex on the dance floor. Angled forward the girl was grinding her thong covered ass into the man holding her breasts from behind. It was a mesh top, see through on all sides with the exception of where his hands covered. Mesmerized, Jenn stopped there and watched their bodies meeting in rhythm as her hands wrapped up behind his head that kissed her neck from behind. The woman raised her view and met Jenn's eyes. That was when Jenn realized she was looking at Beth who didn't stop dancing but instead gave her a slutty smile and ran her tongue along the inside of her lips. Beth motioned her gaze to her friend's large breasts. It was then Jenn looked down and again saw she had been touching herself as she watched her friend dance. She shoved her hands down from where she had unknowingly been massaging herself and squeezed her hands into fists as if to tell her self 'no.' The man dancing with Beth whispered something into Beth's ear and disappeared into the crowd of people. Beth took Jenn's hand, pulling her from the dance floor. Jenn's eyes were like saucers as she looked down at Beth's body. "I'm so sorry I told you not to listen to them Jenn. Isn't this great?" Beth said as she sensually touched her own body. Recalling how much water Beth had taken earlier Jenn grabbed Beth by the shoulders. "You're drugged Beth. You don't want to do this." "I know, Jenn, I know. But, it's already happened... and doesn't it feel good?" Beth ran her hand down Jenn's neck to the cleavage that was pressed together like two soft pillows. Jenn didn't want to agree, but the fingers on her skin felt amazing. Like touching her skin made her just want more. "Do you feel it, Jenn? I know you're wet, like me." And Jenn was. She already could feel her vagina preparing itself for entry. "Beth, I cant, I'm married. And you can't, you're engaged to Luke." This seemed to affect Beth. She looked down for a moment and then snapped her hand from where it was resting over Jenn's breast. "My God, what's come over me?" "We need to get out of here." Jenn pleaded happy her friend had seen some semblance of her argument. Beth shook her head. "To where? There's nowhere to go. It comes in waves. Before it comes again... listen to me. Just know, right now, while I'm clear, that I love you, and I won't judge you. I won't!" "Judge me for what?" Jenn asked. "The guy I was dancing with is coming back with someone... and... we are going to have sex with them." "I certainly am not!" Jenn argued back. "You say that now, but it won't matter. You will." "How can you say that?" Though as soon as Jenn asked she felt a hand slip into her's, another hand on her ass. She turned to see a tall man with blue eyes looking down at her. She took a quick breath of ecstasy at the human contact. The man Beth had been dancing with had returned and brought back with him the man now holding Jenn. "Hello, I'm Bryan." She could feel her vagina heat up as she turned to meet him. The want to slap his hand away then slap him in the face was there... but she didn't do it. "Hi, I'm Jenn." "Would you like to sit down and talk?" She nodded and Bryan was quickly leading her to the far side of the main ballroom. As the two crossed the room Jenn again noticed how many eyes were staring at her. This time it wasn't embarrassment at how slutty she looked, it was pride. She walked with purpose making sure to swing her hips and give her boobs a slight bounce on each step. It was the behavior she hid when at the office, her sexy side she only let out when in the privacy of her and Joey's bedroom. Tonight, she was dressed sexy as hell and she was enjoying playing the part. She wasn't going to act on anything and she still repeated to herself, You can say 'no,' Jenn. You can say 'no.' They arrived at a sitting area and found a low profile couch which had another couple on the far side. She used her hand to cover her vagina as she sat down and quickly crossed her legs. Bryan began running his hand over the exposed skin of her back. She adjusted so he had a better angle. "So what do you think of all this?" He asked as he leaned forward from where he sat next to her. The answer was hard for her to place. She didn't want to be here exactly, yet she had no desire to leave either. "It's interesting. Where are we?" "We are on Rymyny." "I'm still confused." "I can understand that. This is all very new to you. Earth was going to be destroyed so my people came to its rescue." "Destroyed by who? Who are your people?" "My people are the Rablue, of Rymyny. Earth would have been destroyed by those in the universe who see your home as a new piece of valuable real estate, and your people, the infestation they need to exterminate." His hand was still savoring over the smooth skin of her back as he inched lower down her spine. She heard the words though they didn't connect in her mind, she was distracted her mind was racing over immediate worries. Where was Joey? How would she get out of this? Why does this feel so good? He was still explaining when she looked up into his eyes that scanned down her neck and cleavage. "My advice for you, take all it for what it is. Does this feel good?" She nodded. He caressed up her back, under her hair to the base of her scalp and gently combed his fingers between her hairs massaging the back of her head. "And this?" She nodded again. He took his free hand and reached inside the front of her dress cupping her large breast. Her hand raised instinctually to stop him, it made it as far as his wrist when it just rested there. There were words she was trying to summon, instead her mouth just hung open in pleasured shock. "So good." She gasped. She closed her eyes as he massaged her large breast, its round shape fitting perfectly in his hand. He delicately played with her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want to do more?" She considered this and the fact that it took her a moment to answer was upsetting. I shouldn't be considering this at all. "I can't." She answered and looked again at their small sitting area. The girl on the other end of the couch had slunk down to her knees where she was sucking the cock of the man sitting before her. Jenn's own mouth began salivating. Giving blowjobs wasn't something she had enjoyed with Joey. She found it tiresome, boring, and ending with a wad of cum in your mouth. Tonight, as she watched this girl, feet from her, suck down this dick like her life depended on it, Jenn had one feeling, jealousy. Jenn was slowly rubbing her own thumbs into each palm. It was subtle but the sensation made her nerve endings glisten with excitement. She wanted to touch this girl's hair, she wanted to guide her head down as she watched her tongue twirl and flick. The girl was a dark blonde, shorter and with a little body that made her ass look even better as it was raised up while she was sucking his cock into her mouth. It was the girl from the help desk in the Khaki shirt. My God. She felt Bryan take her hand though she couldn't look away, her eyes transfixed, until she felt where Bryan had placed her hand on his thickening penis. "Go ahead, undo my fly. I'll let you suck me off." She was offended at the audacity he would 'let' her do it, though she again felt the throbbing blood pulsing in her pussy as she slowly continued feeling down his pant leg, finding the length and size of his fast hardening penis. Her pussy was lubricating so much she wanted to sit with her legs uncrossed. "I can't do that." But even as the words came out, they felt diminished, as if she barely meant them. The girl down the couch slurping away stopped momentarily when she heard Jenn then as quick as she stopped went back to work in double time. Twisting her hand faster as her mouth hungrily worked down his shaft. Soon the man was beginning to jerk, she spread her legs more to get lower to the ground and at a better angle. He started moaning and she looked up at him as her mouth made a seal around his head, her hand a vigorous piston. Jenn could see he was cumming. The girl's smile said it all as she slowed her pace, her hand running up the shaft to pull a few more drops of cum out the tip. When she finally stopped, she looked Jenn in the eyes, she was cute with pouty lips. "It's so good. Here I'll show you." Before Jenn could say anything the girl had crawled to Bryan's feet where she undid his pants and let his cock spring out. It stood up tall and hard as the girl squeezed it with her hands savoring over its size, she didn't waste any time as she hungrily licked up from the base of his shaft to the tip. She wrapped her full lips around the head and sucked it into her mouth where she ran her tongue around it in circles before dipping her head down lubricating its entire length. When she came up again her hand was now pumping up and down with the lubrication of her saliva. She looked up to Jenn as she did. Smiling with pleasure as she worked her hands and mouth in conjunction. She took a brief brake while still vigorously pumping with her hand. "You sure you don't want a try?" She gave Jenn another smile and then looked at Jenn's luscious tits. "I know you want it. It tastes SO good." Jenn then noticed her nipples pointing out hard and tender, she was so aroused her body completely showed its wants. The girl went back to work-- up and down, up and down, up and down. This time when she stopped she looked up to Bryan. "Shoot your load in my mouth." She held her tongue against the head as she pumped his cock. Jenn realized this girl was going to make him cum. No. She couldn't allow her to let him finish. No. I want it. Jenn, just let her do it. She argued with herself But then she will get his cum. She rationalized back. She shook her head. I don't even like cum. I don't. Bryan began to breath heavily and Jenn's mouth had become hungry realizing she was going to miss her opportunity. Jenn placed her hand on the girl's back signaling her to stop. The girl looked playfully disappointed as she stopped and crawled back to her suitor. Jenn nervously swallowed what her mouth had been salivating as she got down on all fours carefully positing herself between his legs. With her dress as short as it was and with her back arched anyone behind her could see her pussy glistening with wetness. She didn't care, she was focused in front of her on this cock. She looked at the finger where her wedding ring had been. She had a sad moment thinking about Joey, thinking about Beth's comments here in her drugged state. Don't do this, Jenn. Don't do this. A tear was rolling to her eye as she repeated it in her head. Don't do this. Her hand began to run the still slimy length of his shaft. Don't do this. Don't do. This. Don't. Do. Don't. This. Do. Don't. Don't... do... this. Do... this. Do This! She was breathing heavy and opened wide swallowing his cock into her mouth. Immediately her head was bobbing up and down at warp speed, her hand matching her pace in circles as she worked the cock into her mouth. She agreed. It is so good. Oh my God. Feeling the hard rod on her tongue, the ridges of his head pumping into her mouth, all of it, the texture, the flavor, hearing Bryan moan. Her pussy needed contact. She needed to feel more. She reached between her legs and felt her gooey pussy with her free hand. She started at the clit rubbing it in circles. She was distracted by both tasks, sucking Bryan's cock and masturbating, she was doing both poorly. She focused back on Bryan's cock. Make him cum. Make him cum so I can masturbate. "Cum for me." She coxed as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft making sure to keep her lips pert and well sealed. "Work for it." Bryan replied back to which she eagerly obliged. She adjusted where she sat on the ground as she sat upright on her haunches reached forward pulling the large orbs of her breasts out from the red dress. It felt good freeing them and feeling the air on her skin. Their round weight held firmly by her young body. She cupped them in her hands for a moment. Each breast more than handful for her delicate hands. It felt nice, holding and tickling her own large breasts in front of him. She circled her saliva covered hands around them making them glisten before she moved into position again. "I love it. I love sucking you off!" Again her hands and mouth were working together. One hand cupped his balls while the other worked the shaft. Her free breasts now bounced with each bob of her head. Bryan was soon beginning to buck his hips as she felt his balls clench. He was going to cum. As this happened a wave of clarity came over her, What am I doing? Oh, lord no. "I'm going to cum." He announced. She pumped faster. When the first jet of hot thick liquid coated her tongue she continued circling his cock with her cum covered tongue. A second stream of cum followed and her mouth was quickly filling. She swallowed but not before cum was leaking from her mouth. Three, four, five spurts as the delicious fluid shot from his cock. Her mouth never stopped working his length causing a mess of cum that had slipped from her lips to her chin and heaving breasts. It tasted so good she thought she might be able to cum just getting more of his cum into her mouth. Like she had just watched the girl from the ship's help desk she was soon running her hand up his shaft, working out any last drops she could into her cum swathed mouth. She didn't stop until his penis was thoroughly sucked dry. With Bryan spent, she raised her head, hair disheveled. Her large boobs and top of the red dress were now wet from saliva and cum that had dripped from her mouth. She used her hand to scoop it into her mouth. Her breasts were heaving up and down from exertion and her own horny need to cum. She noticed a small crowd had gathered. Bryan could see it in her eyes. "Do you want to cum?" She nodded eagerly. "Do you want to masturbate or do you want someone to fuck you?" Someone...SOMEONE? Fuck me? No. I can't have sex. This is wrong. The words in her mind were all there. She needed to stop, she knew this, yet she felt like a slave inside a body that was working on its own. She had vague abilities to halt her actions as her tongue still waved around her mouth for the flavor of his cum. Uncontrollable Need "I need to get up. I can't be here." Jenn was up from the couch. Bryan didn't try to stop her, instead he gave a half laugh and put his palm up as if to say 'you're free to go.' She walked as fast as the high heels would allow from the scene where she had just sucked off a complete stranger. The room watched her perfect ass half exposed from the dress strut across the room. She pulled her top up and bottom of her dress back down covering her ass. She felt the guilt fill her. "What have I done? Oh, Lord God, in heaven help me. Please help me. Please." She said it aloud and meant it, every word. How could I do that? How could I? She searched through the side rooms to the great ballroom looking for a place alone so she could think. She found one. A long leather couch took up one corner of the room, a large round ottoman was central in the room, the far wall was one large mirror. Every room was set up like this for some kind of sexual display. She sat in the corner of the couch and hung her head in her hands. Must be a dream. Must be. It wasn't a dream and she knew it. Go find Beth. Escape. That was a plan. Yes. She prepared to go back to the main room when she realized there was no way she could go back while still in this drugged state. It will happen again. I was about to let him fuck me right there. Again she was shaking her head in confusion. She touched her vagina, just to see its state of wetness but as she did the euphoric wave sensed through her. Cum. I need to cum first. That will work. Once I'm spent I can go back. Sucking off a stranger was bad but it was still comparably better than full sex with a stranger. She reclined back into the corner of the couch and in the privacy of the space began to touch herself. She was rubbing her slimy clit in circles enjoying the sensation. As she did she began thinking about Joey touching her. She thought about making love to her husband, the only person she had had sex with in years. She pictured Joey laying her down on their bed kissing her neck. Nothing. She changed the scenario in her mind, she changed the location, still Nothing. Rubbing her clit felt good but there was no increasing sensation. She closed her eyes again and an image of Bryan fucking her came to mind. Bang! She felt a jolt of pleasure as she rubbed. No. Not him. Someone else. She again thought of Joey, again it was futile. This was a means to an end she reminded herself, so she again thought of Bryan. Again she was quickly escalating her own pleasure under fingers as she moved from rubbing her clit to fully fucking her finger into herself. Not making love to Bryan but fucking him, that was what worked the best. She had played over positions in her mind, her riding him, him dominating her, holding her down as he fucked her on all fours, she thought about blowing him again, all of it with her eyes closed. She was losing track of time. Why can't I cum? Her wrist was starting to cramp. She changed hands until the same problem had occurred with the other. If anything this endeavor had made her more horny. Cock. I need a cock inside me. That's the only way. It was the same means to an end. She needed to escape this place and that couldn't happen in this state. She needed the ability to think straight. She got up from the couch and pulled her dress tight before making her way back. She looked in the mirror again inspecting how she looked. Beth walked in guiding her same suitor and along with it two other men. Bryan and another man with, light brown hair, dark eyes, and tan skin. It was hard for her to discern if he was actually as attractive as she thought or if her aching pussy was clouding her judgment. "See, here she is." Beth stated loudly for them. Bryan stepped over to where she had just been posing in the mirror and gave her a playful slap on the ass. "Damn, you are good. We've been looking for you for some time." Jenn looked to Beth upset. "You led them to me?" Bryan continued. "Don't be mad at her. Were you able to cum yet?" Jenn breathed heavily as Bryan moved his hand down and around her ass up to her slimy pussy. Once his fingers grazed the lips of her pussy she began swiveling her hips slightly to better feel his fingers. Bryan placed his hand on her back and pushed her over onto the ottoman where her hands landed. Her long legs and high heals were straight, her dress had pulled up and the clefts of her round ass met her hamstrings making a perfect triangle for the lips of her shaved pussy. Trim, smooth, tiny— she had prepared for Joey on their wedding night. Now she held it up, tempting herself and putting it on display. It was a target, a perfect hole, tight and wet for cock and she needed it; that perfect fit, that deep sensation of warm fullness sliding tightly in and out of her. "Please don't make me." Jenn whimpered still missing where his fingers had been massaging her pussy. Bryan's voice was seemingly caring despite his smirk. "I'm not going to make you, Jenn. We don't do that here. But look at Kirk, I brought him for you." She looked over to Kirk, the new man who Beth had been led here. He was now standing naked, his abs and arms were well muscled and his cock stood out at a right angle from his body. She about drooled when she looked over. "I don't want anyone new. Please Bryan, can it be you?" Kirk spoke to her, "You don't have to do it. I'll just lay here." He laid back next to her on the large ottoman, his cock standing straight up at attention. Jenn's eyes were wide, like her pussy felt like her life depended on getting filled. He spoke again waking her from the dazed sight of his cock. "Another girl will be here soon, or, better idea, Beth sweetie, come over here and sit on this cock." Beth licked her lips and took two steps forward. "Gladly!" Beth reached down and removed the black thong and shimmed them down letting the small piece of material fall to the ground and stepped deliberately with her high heels to Kirk. Wet with the thoughts that she would miss her opportunity Jenn put her hand out stopping Beth. The action earned Jenn a full smile from Beth. "Oh, good." "Don't say good." Jenn still argued. "I don't want to do this." Jenn believed those words as she spread one leg over Kirk so she was properly straddling him. She pulled the dress over her head letting her heavy boobs fall and bounce from the tight material. She got up high on her knees, reaching below her and positioned his hard cock for insertion. God Jenn, stop. Don't do it. Her body began to lower. No. She felt her pussy meet the head of his cock. Stop Jenn. The lips of her pussy slid around the plump head of his cock making a perfect circular seal. God that feels good. She slid down further, then thought about coming up just a bit to properly lubricate him, instead she slammed her hips down rocketing him inside of her. Yes Yes Yes "Fuck that feels so good." She began riding him, gyrating her hips as he reached up and held the large taught globes bouncing so perfectly from her body. The smooth silky skin of her full tits felt wonderful under his hands. He leaned up sucking one nipple into his mouth then the other. Each action helped her get closer to cumming. "Yes, keep doing that. Oh God, Oh God." Her gaze moved to the mirror where she saw herself, or at least it looked like her, but it couldn't really be her, could it? This woman naked except for the high heels she wore gyrating her hips like a whore as she furiously rode a stranger. God it looks hot. She averted the view and placed her hands on his chest for balance so she could better raise her ass up and down slamming it deeper inside her. She felt like a wild animal, carnal and in need. Then like the waves Beth had described, clarity came back again. Am I going to get pregnant? She dismissed the thought and kept riding. Oh fuck, I need to stop. She picked up his hands under hers and placed them on her breasts squeezing them with his hands. I'm not on the pill. She bucked faster. Kirk lifted her and flipped her onto all fours. On her hands and knees, legs spread, she looked back at him. Kirk seemed to take a moment looking down at the her. She wiggled her ass enticingly at him as she bit her lip in anticipation. After letting her grunt in displeasure he pushed forward watching her pussy swallow his shaft. She was quickly bucking back to get more of him inside her. Kirk helped it along as he was now in control, pumping his cock into her. His balls slapped into her clit as he reached under her to feel her milky breasts that hung and swayed as he fucked her. "YES. Fuck that feels so good. I'm getting close. Don't stop. Don't stop!" Beth sat down close to Jenn who made eye contact with her. "Beth, I feel so bad. Why do I love this so much?" "Because it feels good. And it can feel better." "What?" Jenn asked intrigued. Kirk was getting close. The view of her ass bouncing into him, the tight lips of her pussy struggled to hold him longer on each thrust. All of it was making him build fast. "The best part," Beth spoke slowly for Jenn who was trying to listen as she fucked Kirk, "is when they cum inside you." "Don't make me Beth. Don't." "I'm not going to make you, you can pull off him anytime. But you know what I mean, you still haven't cum. I can see it, the veins on your neck, the way your hands are gripping the ottoman, you should have cum a long time ago. Let him do it. Let him fill that fertile womb with cum." "No, I can't." She thought about Joey. "You're here now. It feels so good Jenn, better than all of it, I promise. Let him." Kirk picked up pace, she could feel he was about to blow. "You want it?" He asked breathlessly mid-thrust. "You want me to cum in your pussy?" She looked back at him and shook her head 'no' and then squeezed her eyes closed. She pushed her head down to the ottoman to hide it. "Pull yourself off me. I'm going to cum." Jenn was shaking her head. Pull away Jenn. Pull away. Please don't do this. Please. GOD HELP ME STOP. She felt his cock harden with waiting cum "Gonna cum." Kirk moaned and let go of her hips. PULL AWAY! The first pulse of his cock and spurting cum filled her. She slammed her pussy back. Stop Jenn. She worked her hips in him feeling every hard throb of his cock shooting its load deep into her waiting pussy. Like Beth promised, the orgasm waved through every inch of her body like an explosion of pleasure she had never felt. There was no moving off of it, if anything she made sure that when bucking back her thrusts became more shallow to make sure the deepness of his cock in her pussy was un-interrupted. She raised her ass up and down, up and down, milking his hard cock. The lips of her pussy clenched tighter. Her pussy was holding his cock, the lips clearly unwilling to let go of what felt so amazing. He was still groaning as her pussy emptied him of cum. "I knew you would stay there for it." Kirk commented as he ran a hand over the shape of her perfect ass. Jenn, with his cock buried, balls fully resting on her clit, was still slowly grinding her pussy into him as she used one hand to cover her face in shame. She laid there, spent. On her knees, legs spread, Kirk pulled from her pussy and watched her abs and pussy spasm as the orgasm continued to wave through her. With each contraction of her tight pussy lips he watched the thick white fluid drip from her freshly fucked hole. Beth leaned down to Jenn who still was frowning with embarrassment. "I know that felt good." Jenn turned her head away. "You know Jenn... Bryan still needs to cum." Jenn slowly turned back to Beth shaking her head, her face flushed red after her orgasm. "Bryan will cum inside you also... if you want?" Jenn looked back to Bryan who sat next to a completely relaxed Kirk. Bryan was naked and stroking his cock. Jenn bit her bottom lip in anxious anticipation. "You want it. Felt good didn't it?" Bryan stood allowing her a better view of his hard cock. "You want this shooting off in you?" Jenn thought about this situation. She thought about her prayers. She thought about how horny she still was. "Just let go Jenn. Enjoy it. You don't have to feel guilty, just enjoy it. You can't fight it, you can't, so just let it happen." She didn't want to agree, she didn't want it to feel good, but it did. All of it. "Beth, please take me out of here. Please." "Why would I do that Jenn? On Earth we needed to struggle to be happy. Here they give it to us with new purpose." There was much to what Beth said that didn't fully make sense to Jenn. She was still coming down from her orgasm, her body already missing the sensation. She didn't feel any less horny at all, her plan had failed. Unknowingly, she had already angled her hips toward Bryan's protruding cock, allowing him perfect aim at her pussy. Eyes looking back, meeting his as she arched her back, her dripping pussy presented for him to use. She nodded back at him. "Do it. Please do it." Bryan ran a hand up the small of her back to the base of her hair where he gripped the blond curls. He held her face down as she kept her ass up for him to use. The tip of his penis found her tight vagina, he was barely in position as she raised her ass up and pushed back to get him inside her. She did this again and again, bobbing her ass up and down fucking his cock into her. "That's right Jenn." Beth coached. Jenn was in heaven. Feeling him pull her hair as he rode her from behind gave her the feeling of being dominated, owned. Her pussy savored each inch of his cock and missed it each time he pulled it out before slamming it home once again. So full she loved it, I need to cum. I need to cum. "Cum for me Bryan. Fill me up. Blow it deep inside me so I can cum. Please I need to cum." "Fuck, you feel good." Bryan complimented. "That's right, you love fucking me. This tight pussy. Me on all fours. You like it? Cum for me baby. I want it." She mewed as the muscles in her arched back tightened over her lithe body. She looked into the mirror again and didn't see a girl who just looked like her, she saw herself. She saw a slut on all fours impaling herself on this cock. The smile on her face was undeniable, it wasn't an act, it wasn't the drug, it was her. Her heart shape as bounced into him as he held her hips slamming his cock where it should be, deep inside her. "Oh, Yes. Oh yes." Bryan's cock had become rock hard as he prepared to inseminate her. "That's it baby. Cum for me." And he did. There were no longer thoughts of regret. Sure, there were some thoughts of Joey but who cared about him now? She was in pure ecstasy and she doubted she could have stopped if Joey had walked in. Her pussy quaked as he filled her with cum. Each swell of his cock matched the warm feeling in her fertile womb. She came harder than before. Her toes curled and she got up onto her hands as she screamed. "MY GOD. FUCK, I'M CUMMING. OH MY GOD. YES. FUCK. I'M... I'M... I'M CUMMING!!!" Her pussy was leaking both men's semen as she continued thrusting her hips back. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit extending her orgasm. YES. YES. KEEP FUCKING ME. PLEASE DON'T STOP. I LOVE IT. I NEED IT. I NEEEEEEED IT. PLEEEEEEEASE." She was on sensory overload. Time stopped as the bliss of being filled with cum overtook her. In the mirror and saw Bryan, he looked dizzy, a placid smile on his face. She looked back to Bryan with a mischievous smile. Her hips now moving in small circles, teasing his still hard cock after it had erupted in her. "That's right baby. Feel good filling this pussy." Bryan nodded back at her and slowly withdrew himself. Strands of cum came with his semi erect cock that fell from her pussy tired and happy with its home. She rubbed the hot load into her pussy coating her lips with the white sticky fluid. Out of breath and looking at Beth she commented. "My god that felt so good. So good." "I know. Feels good to be in heat doesn't it?" The clarity returned. "Heat?" Beth nodded. "Of course, why else would they drug us with something that only let's us orgasm when they shoot cum inside us?" Jenn's eyes went wide with fear. No, no, no. The lights flashed. "Time for you ladies to go back. They are going to start clearing the rooms." Bryan commented, his pants already buckled as he picked up his shirt. Jenn stood up and pulled the dress back down over her head. The group started walking back. They made their way back to the main ballroom as one of the uniformed workers who had been at Jenn and Beth's orientation pointed them in one direction and Bryan, Kirk, and Beth's suitor in the other. "Can't we go with them?" Beth asked. The security worker pulled out his electrocution stick and just the sight of it made Beth scamper along with Jenn back to the doors they had entered through. Bryan, Kirk, and the other men exited without looking back. The women, all of them, now thoroughly disheveled formed a line that passed back to their quarters. A line of women in mini-dresses, thongs, high heals, and each with a look of total disbelief. Jenn herself was still in a haze of question over her own actions. Cum was dripping down between her legs. In full light she could see the dried ejaculate across Beth's face. Workers had come to clean the room, break down the furniture, a few men were on their hands and knees cleaning the floor. Jenn began to feel the guilt again and she looked over the men cleaning the room, she noticed they too had the same bracelets the women were wearing. On the far side of the room she could see a man carrying one of the chairs, it was her Pastor, Pastor Don. Oh no. She looked over the men again when she saw one who had stopped cleaning. Knelt with a large sponge in his hands he was looking directly at her. And just as she made eye contact with Joey, she was pushed back through the doors to her quarters.