0 comments/ 37643 views/ 7 favorites The 'Spot' By: rsvlbimwm Jessie and Tim worked together at a small distribution company. She was the bookkeeper and he worked in customer service. They both were married, Tim for about 10 years and Jessie for only a few months. She was 26, average height at about 5'7", with long brown hair and big brown eyes. Truly a beautiful sight, she weighed all of about 125 pounds with a body to die for. He was a bit older at 45, 5'9" and about 195 pounds with average looks, red hair and blue eyes. Although Tim's wife was very attractive, he often found himself fantasizing about Jessie. He was more of a small tits kind of guy, but Jessie's 36 D's really seemed to grab his attention. Perhaps it was because they were real. And her tiny rounded ass was a real distraction too. All of this combined with an olive complexion and a flat tummy you could bounce a quarter off of made for some pretty wild fantasies. Jessie's new husband, Brad, was a looker as well. Tall and rugged looking, he was in construction and had the build to prove it. He had short wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, and a body most men would kill for. He was very handsome, if not downright gorgeous. He had even found his way into Tim's fantasies about Jessie! Friday was casual dress day in the office and everyone usually wore jeans and t-shirts or some other casual top. This particular Friday had Jessie wearing nicely fitting blue jeans and a country-girl style blue gingham top that fell about an inch or so short of her jeans. It fit snuggly around her mid-drift and quite tight around her breasts. Tight enough to stretch her buttons and provide a peak of her very well fitted bra. Lunch time found them in the cafeteria alone together. During the casual conversation Jessie learned that Tim was working late that night. He was going to try to get a hotel room since he lived so far from the office. She said she would talk to her husband, Brad, but she was certain he wouldn't mind if Tim joined them for dinner. And perhaps he could come back to the house afterwards for a cocktail. Although Tim initially declined, all kinds of scenarios were racing through his mind. Some even included Brad! Using her cell phone, Jessie called her husband right there in the cafeteria and got it all set up. Tim relented, not so reluctantly! Tim left his car at the office that evening and he and Jessie met Brad at the restaurant for dinner. After a delicious and filling meal, they paid the bill and proceeded to the parking lot. "Hey Tim", said Brad. "Why don't you ride with me so you can check out the new truck?" "Cool!" Tim exclaimed. "Jessie has been bragging on it ever since you guys bought it!" With that, Tim and Brad departed ways with Jessie as they all shuffled off to their respective rides. It was a short drive and all arrived at Jessie and Brad's house at the same time. Jessie and Brad's house was small and cute, kind of cottage or cabin-like. It had a good sized kitchen, small living room/dining room area, and two bedrooms. The master bedroom had its own bathroom and the guest bathroom was located in the hall next to the guest bedroom. The lot was big, about an acre and a half, and the house was pretty much dead center of the lot. All three shuffled into the house and Brad directed Tim and Jessie to the couch while he went to the kitchen to make drinks. "Cute place Jessie", said Tim. "Yeah, we like it. It's quiet and with the big lot we don't really hear the neighbors, which means they hopefully can't hear us!" she replied with a giggle. "I see..." Tim responded, seeming somewhat uncomfortable. "So, um, who, uh, who is the loud one?" he asked with a cautious smile. "Brad grunts and moans a lot and he is quite loud" whispered Jessie. "But when he hits the 'spot' I scream loud enough to rattle the windows!" Tim was getting aroused. All kinds of things went through his head. Jessie was pretty open about this once out of the office. He wanted to hear more, so he pressed on. "The 'spot'?" he queried quietly. He didn't want Brad to hear him talking to Jessie about their sex life. Brad was quite a bit bigger than Tim and he didn't feel like getting his ass kicked. "Oh, my god! The 'spot'! He get's me really worked up and then goes for the kill and I am clinging to the ceiling! What he does is..." She stopped mid sentence as Brad emerged from the kitchen with cocktails. "So, what's all the whispering about?" he asked, acting like the jealous husband. "Oh, it was nothing." Tim replied. "Nothing?!?!" Jessie asked a chuckle. "We were talking about 'extracurricular' activities", she said rather sheepishly. "Exactly what kind of extracurricular activities were you talking about?" Brad asked his wife, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. "Sex!" she whispered to his face. "We were talking about sex and getting loud and I was about to tell him about the 'spot' when you walked in." Tim could have died. He thought for sure that Brad was going to kill him. Here was this older guy talking about sex with his beautiful young sexy wife. He must have turned eight shades of red. A suggestion was made to drink the cocktails quickly to lighten things up a bit and then Jessie can continue her story, so they pretty much slammed the first round. Brad made more and returned again to the couch. "Well Jessie... go ahead, finish your story!" Brad insisted. Jessie continued, "What he does is get me really wet with his fingers, then when I'm pretty much dripping he starts licking me, darting his tongue in and out. Then while playing with my clit, he sticks two fingers inside me, one at a time. He continues licking me while sliding the two fingers in and out until I begin to tense up. Then he presses with his other hand on my pelvic area, presses his two inserted fingers upward, flicks at my clit with his tongue, and I just begin to gush! It's awesome!" "You ain't kiddin' baby!" Brad said. "Her tits get all firm and her nipples point straight up, all hard and everything! And I just suck it all up... every drop! Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, finger lickin' good!" he declared. By this time Jessie and Brad seemed to have forgotten that Tim was there. Brad's cock was bulging from his tight jeans and Jessie's nipples were practically tearing the fabric on her bra and top. And then Brad started to caress his wife's kitty. "Uhumm!" Tim cleared his throat. "Wow, that sounds like some kind of fun!" he said, not able to think of anything else. "I'll have to try that on my wife!" Jessie looked past her husband to where Tim was sitting. She noticed him trying to hide an obvious erection. He looked a bit embarrassed so she thought she would try to set him at ease. "Well, if she's anything like me she will explode! But from the looks of things, satisfaction doesn't look to be an issue for you!" she said, pointing her big brown eyes at the bulge in my pants. "Uh, this is kinda embarrassing." Tim stammered. Brad stood up. "What's so embarrassing Tim? I would be offended if you didn't get a hard on listening to my wife talk about me making her cum! Hell, I'm still hard!", he said. "Looks like you may have some competition in the size department sweetheart!" Jessie said, looking at Brad. "I wonder who's bigger...!" "Okay, big boy, stand up!" Brad said motioning to Tim with his finger. "Jessie wants to know who's bigger so let's show her!" And with that, he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and dropped his trousers to the ground. "Let's go!" he demanded. Tim nervously followed suit. Now there they were, standing side by side facing Jessie, pants around their ankles, briefs bulging. Brad was smiling as if he already knew. Tim was very anxious, unsure of exposing himself to another married woman, much less with her husband standing right next to him. This was kind of his fantasy, but he never really thought it would be played out. Jessie reached out her hand, first to Tim, cupping his covered balls in her hand. She smiled and said "Nice balls! Firm, tight, very nice feel!" Then to her husband, repeating what she had done with Tim. "I know I like these! Big, tight, smooth balls, eager for me to suck on!" "Um, mine are smooth too Jessie..." Tim stuttered. "MMMMMMMM! Delicious!" replied Jessie. "I do love smooth balls, don't I Brad?" "Yes Jessie", replied Brad, "You do love smooth balls. And tight ones, too. I'm not much into hair myself. Are you, Tim?" Tim was speechless. Did Brad just ask him if he liked smooth balls? Or was he referring to smooth pussies? Does Brad like smooth balls or smooth pussies? Tim was quite confused and he wasn't sure how to respond. "Uh, naw, I'm not much for hair either." Tim said, trying to be as vague as Brad. "Nice!" Brad replied, nodding his head. "Then we're all on the same page!" Jessie made the boys step completely out of their jeans while they finished their drinks. Brad left to make another round and Jessie scooted close to Tim. She leaned in real close to his ear. "You're leaking." She said, pointing her eyes at Tim's crotch. "You've got a 'spot'. You may need to take care of that." "Um, so where's the bathroom?" Tim asked, sounding lost. ""I'll just be a few minutes." "You should really wait till Brad gets back. We haven't yet found out who's bigger! Would hate for you to lose because you couldn't wait! Besides, he looked like he could use some relief too." She said. Brad walked in a few moments later and Tim did notice a wet 'spot' on his undies. As he tried not to stare at Brad's crotch, he couldn't help but wonder what his cock would feel like in his hand, or perhaps in his mouth! This only excited Tim more and now he was pretty sure he was going to cum right there in his shorts. He looked away and tried to think of something else. "Okay boys, moment of truth! Drop the briefs... quickly while you're still both hard!" Jessie demanded. So they did. Jessie sat in front of them, looking at one, then back to the other. Smiling, she reached out her hand, again first to Tim. She touched at first with her index finger, and then she gradually wrapped her hand around his shaft. She rubbed her thumb over Tim's swollen cockhead, spreading around the precum, and making sure to get a good bit on her thumb tip. She then leaned in, raising her thumb while keeping her hand on Tim's cock, and licked the precum. Tim thought for sure he was done. She quickly let go, perhaps sensing the tension building up in Tim's cock, and reached out for Brad's cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it a couple of times, as if to give him an advantage. She leaned in and kissed his cockhead and then let go. "Well, Brad is definitely longer, but Tim is pretty thick. I'll call it a draw!" she declared. "Now, what are you boys going to do about your situation? I mean, all hard and ready to cum and all...!" The boys stood there for a moment looking at each other. Then Jessie had an idea. "Tim, you're staying the night. We're going to be drinking and you shouldn't be driving. And we do have a spare room, not that it ever get's used! I'll be right back." And off she went to her bedroom. Jessie returned a few minutes later wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a thong. Tim was now in the presence of the sexiest woman he had ever met. His flaccid cock was once again rigid, much to the delight of Jessie. And Brad was holding his up pretty well too. After round 2 Brad once again went to the kitchen to make yet another round of drinks. Meanwhile Jessie moved closer to Tim, who was now sitting on the couch wearing only a t-shirt and a hard on. She leaned over and kissed him as she placed her hand on his leg. "Does this make you uncomfortable? ", she asked. "Because I can stop whenever you want me to." Tim was getting pretty lit. Not much would have bothered him at this point. "Not at all", he replied as he reached for her firm tits, nipples poking through the thin t-shirt material. "May I...?" he asked. "I thought you'd never ask!" she said in her sexiest voice. "You can move lower if you'd like." As Tim slid his hand down Jessie's body to her now moist thong, Brad returned with their drinks. Somewhere in between the kitchen and the living room Brad had removed his shirt, bearing his well defined chest and abs. Tim sat motionless as Brad walked in front of him to take his place on the couch next to Jessie. "Uh, hello!" Jessie said rather sternly, looking at Tim. "My nipples are hard, your hand is on my wet pussy, my hand is stroking your cock, and you stop when my husband walks by? What's up with that?" She was, of course, joking. She knew at that moment that they were all going to have a great night. "I think we should move to the bedroom", Brad insisted. "It'll be more comfy and relaxing there." So off they went to the bedroom, with drinks in hand. The bed was a California King, with a nice plush feather pad on the mattress. And it had a canopy frame with a sheer drape around it. There was plenty of room for all three of them. Jessie and Tim finished undressing before climbing on to the bed. Once everyone was comfortably naked, they continued their explorations. As Tim returned to fingering Jessie's pussy, Brad moved into position for Jessie to give him head. Jessie, meanwhile, continued stroking Tim's cock and massaging his balls. They played like this for a short while until Brad pulled away from Jessie's mouth. "Let's change things up here a bit!" said Brad. "Ever have a three-way train, Tim?" he asked. Now Tim was nervous. He had never had sex with more than one person at a time. How was this going to work? Was this going to be a fuck train or a suck train? There was only one gal and two guys, which meant one of the guys was getting cock. "Um, never, Brad." He replied. "How does this work?" he asked. "Well, it works like this. Tim, you get Jessie's pussy. It's nice and sweet and wet for you! And Jessie, I really need you to suck my cock. Which means I get your cock Tim... you don't mind do you? Ever been sucked off by a guy before?" Before Tim could answer, Brad was directing traffic. He got Jessie on her right side with her left leg up so Tim could get his face in her pussy, then he had Tim on his right side so that he could position himself with his mouth on Tim's cock and Jessie's mouth on his cock. Tim was in heaven! Jessie shaved her pussy almost bald, leaving only a "landing strip" of very soft, short pubic hair. There was no other hair to be found anywhere near her sweet wet cunt. He darted his tongue in and out, licking and sucking her sweet nectar. He began using his finger the way she described Brad doing it. He could hear Jessie moan as she continued to suck Brad's cock. And Jessie was giving Brad the blowjob of a lifetime, deepthroating all 7 inches right up to his nut sack. She was working his balls over too, taking the whole sack in her mouth with one loud suck while stroking his spit soaked shaft. She was really going wild with Tim at her kitty. She would buck when he would press his finger forward on her 'spot', releasing more juices into Tim's hungry mouth. Meanwhile, Brad was working his magic on Tim's cock. It was obvious that this was not his first time! Running his tongue up and down the throbbing shaft, swirling it around the swollen purple head, was driving Tim nuts! He was using his hand to massage Tim's smooth tight ball sack. And he was going nuts with Jessie swallowing is cock so deep! He kept thrusting his hips, trying to push his cock deeper into her throat, sometimes causing her to gag. Tim's fingers were dripping with Jessie's goo so he decided to explore her ass. He slid his fingers out of her pussy and dragged them down to her tight asshole. He began by rubbing it, gently pressing on her rosebud. This sent shivers up her back. Then he pressed more firmly, gently penetrating her with his index finger. She bucked and tensed up, so he held his finger where it was. When she relaxed he pressed further, up to the first knuckle. Then he pushed more, her ass swallowing his finger all the way to his hand. After holding for a brief moment, he slowly pulled out almost all the way, and then pushed back in a little faster than before. He continued finger fucking her ass while tongue fucking her pussy. Brad, meanwhile, had noticed Jessie's body bucking and tightening up. "What are you doing to my wife, bro?" he asked as he took a brief break from Tim's cock. "She's going nuts!" "I guess she likes her ass fucked!" Tim answered while keeping up the pace with two fingers in her ass now. "Fuck yeah!" Jessie screamed in approval. "Well buddy, what's good for the goose is good for the gander!" said Brad as he slipped a moistened finger into Tim's ass. "How's that?" "Uhhhhhg!" Tim moaned in total ecstasy. He never had his ass plugged before. And if Brad's finger felt that good, how would his cock feel? He was hoping to find out. They continued sucking, licking, and finger fucking for a while before taking another cocktail break and catching their collective breath. They talked about fantasies and joked around until the drinks were gone. "So Tim, you liked my finger in your ass?" asked Brad. The look in his eyes told Tim that he had something in mind. "Dude, that was incredible! I've never had a feeling like that before!" Tim replied. "Then you are going to LOVE what's next!" Brad informed him. "Now Tim, you get on all fours and Jessie, you lie slide down there with your pussy by Tim's face and your face under his cock in a 69... this is gonna rock!" Tim and Jessie arraigned their bodies as brad directed. Tim went to work on Jessie's snatch again while Jessie started sucking Tim's balls and stroking his cock. All of a sudden Tim felt something wet and cold on his asshole that made him twitch. "Hold still man... this is gonna feel real good!" Brad told him. "Just gotta get you lubed up and we will be in good shape." Tim knew what was about to happen and it turned him on so much that he buried his face in Jessie's cunt and licked and sucked and lapped like there was no tomorrow! He again started to finger fuck her tight asshole, first with one, then two, and eventually three fingers. Jessie was going wild on Tim's cock, swallowing it like she did her husbands earlier in the evening. Brad began to work Tim's ass with his fingers, trying to relax him and loosen him up. It seemed to be working as Brad was able to get four fingers in. Then Brad pulled his fingers out and moved his 7" cock into position. With a gentle push and a quiet gasp from Tim, his cock head was in. He stopped there for a moment to let Tim compose himself and get used to something that size inside him. Once he felt Tim relax he pushed further, very slowly, until he was in Tim's man pussy up to his balls. Then he pulled all the way out and back in. This sent a quiver all throughout Tim's body as he moaned into Jessie's pussy. Jessie now had access to another set of balls and she took full advantage. As she stroked Tim's cock, she sucked on Brad's balls. She was also licking Brad's cock as it slid in and out of Tim's ass. She then went back to work on Tim's throbbing tool, alternating between licking his balls and sucking his cock. Tim was going for Jessie's 'spot' and she was getting close to blowing. He was tonguing her clit, finger fucking her cunt, and having her press down on the pelvic area like Brad does. She was now bucking madly, thrusting her hips upward into Tim's face. She let out a moan and a scream. "AHHHHHHH! Holy fuck! Yeah baby! I'm gonna cum!!" she screamed, as she let loose with a spray of girl juice righ in Tim's face. Brad was pumping Tim's ass pretty hard and fast now, and Tim could feel every inch of the monster cock that was inside of him. And then Brad stopped and pulled out. We're not gonna cum like this, buddy!" he told Tim. "Jessie, get on your hands and knees on top of Tim and slide his cock into your cunt" he ordered. She complied quite eagerly as she knew what the finale was. The 'Spot' With Jessie on top of Tim's cock, Brad slid around behind her. He knew her ass was already loose because Tim was finger fucking her just a short bit earlier so he proceeded to press his cock into her waiting hole. She flinched as she took all 7 inches, then she let the boys go to work. Tim found his face buried in Jessie's beautiful tits as he pumped his hips upward, thrusting his thick hard cock deep into her still dripping pussy. Brad had a firm grip on her hips as he slammed his cock into her ass as deep as it would go, then back out, and in again. He did this several times to Jessie's now louder than ever screams of approval. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed as both her fuck holes were getting stuffed. "Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy!" she demanded. Tim was the first of the guys to cum. His body tightened up as he let out a yell. "Ohhhhhhh god!! Ohhhhh fuck!" he screamed and his cock began to twitch and spurt streams of cum into Jessie's cunt. She started bouncing on his cock, trying to milk every drop. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed as he watched his cum drip from Jessie's snatch and down his shaft. Then, with Tim's cock still inside Jessie, Brad began to shudder and twitch. He let out a loud groan as he thrust one last time deep into Jessie's asshole. "Uhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Jesus Christ!" he yelled as Jessie milked his cock with her ass. "Wow! What a rush!" he said, collapsing to the bed. Brad's cum also started dripping out and down Tim's balls as he was still inside Jessie. She lifted herself off Tim's cock, moved in between his legs, and began to clean him up. "MMMMMMMMM! Cum punch! You both taste yummy together!" she said smiling with cum on her chin. "Move closer baby." She told Brad. "I can clean two at once!" Brad scooted next to Tim as Jessie licked both cocks clean. With cum on her tongue, she moved up and gave Tim a kiss and passed it on to him. Surprised, he held it on his tongue. "Hey!" Brad complained, "what about me?" "I'm all out now so I guess you'll have to take that up with Tim!" Jessie said with a wink, sticking out her tongue. Without saying a word Brad leaned over and planted his mouth on Tim's, forcing his tongue inside and lapping up some cum from Tim's mouth, and swallowing it. After an extended French kiss they parted mouths, leaving Tim a bit stunned but very aroused. It was late and the three were very tired after the evening's activities. Jessie and Brad invited Tim to sleep in their bed with them and he happily accepted the invitation. They all kissed each other good night and snuggled in for a good night sleep, with Jessie in between the guys. Morning came and when Tim awoke he was still snuggled up to a sleeping Jessie. Brad had already gotten up, Tim figured, as he was not in bed with them. Then Tim heard Brad in the bathroom and went to see what he was up to. "Up early I see", said Tim, not knowing what else to say after the night before. "Jessie always sleep later than you?" he asked. "Not usually" Brad replied. "We must have really wore her out! She's completely zonked. I tried to wake her before you got up but she wouldn't budge. Oh well, so I don't get my morning blowjob. At least we had fun last night!" "So, she's a sound sleeper?" asked Tim. "Very! A train could roar through the bedroom and she wouldn't so much as raise an eyebrow", answered Brad. "I'm gonna just take a quick shower. I'll be sure to leave enough hot water for you." "You wouldn't have to if I joined you..." suggested Tim. "Would you mind? And maybe you wouldn't have to miss that morning blowjob after all." Brad smiled and started the shower. Once the water was the right temperature, he invited Tim in with him. "After you, my friend", he said, holding the shower curtain open. Both men got hard very quickly as neither had ever showered with another guy before. But it was Brad who was to be taken care of this morning. Tim wanted to suck his cock, and maybe even take him all the way. So he began by soaping up Brad's stiff woody, stroking it as he washed it clean. Hen he had Brad turn towards the water and from behind he rinsed Brad's cock of all the soap. He continued to stroke him from behind, pressing his body to Brad's backside, his hard cock pressing up against the small of Brad's back. After a few minutes he turned Brad to face him, leaned in and kissed him softly on the mouth. Brad grabbed his face as he moved away and pulled it back, locking lips and pushing his tongue into Tim's mouth. Hey made out for what seemed several minutes before Tim pulled away again and smiled at Brad. Tim started kissing Brad's neck, moving down to his well defined pecs, and then to his washboard stomach. Dropping to his knees, he was now at eye level with Brad's perfectly shaped cock. Standing at attention, it seemed to be beckoning Tim, so he wrapped his hand around it and began stroking. Keeping a steady pace, he slowly leaned in and softly kissed Brad's cock. Brad quivered and sighed. Then little by little, Tim began to swallow Brad's bulging hard on. He took all he could, every bit of 6 out of the 7 inches. Then he pulled out most of the way keeping the head in his mouth, using his tongue to swirl around the crown. Brad was clearly enjoying this as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Tim continued to play with Brad's cock head for a short time longer before really getting down to business. As Tim began to swallow Brad's cock again, Brad placed his hands on the back of his head, as if to guide him. As Tim began to pull away, Brad held his head in place and delivered a soft simple command. "Suck me", he whispered. Tim honored Brad's wish, locking his lips tight around Brad's cock and sucking with all he had. Brad gently moved his hips towards Tim's face, slowly fucking his mouth which was now air locked on Brad's cock. Brad picked up the pace as he felt his nuts tighten up. Faster, yet still gently, he fucked Tim's mouth, his balls slapping on Tim's chin with each inward thrust. Tim was taking it all, seemingly enjoying every inch now of Brad's rock hard manhood. Brad could feel that he was getting close. He tried to pull his cock from Tim's mouth as he wasn't sure if Tim was into taking it in his mouth. But Tim locked his neck and kept Brad's cock locked tightly in his lips. This sent Brad over the edge. "Ooooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming!!!!" he grunted, trying not to wake his lovely wife. Tim started sucking furiously as Brad pumped stream after stream of thick delicious cum into his mouth. So much that it started overflowing. Brad finished and just stood there, Tim's mouth still locked on his cock trying to milk out every last possible drop. Tim finally let go and stood up, cum still dripping from his chin. "Here, let me get that for you" Brad said as he licked his own juice from Tim's face. They once again kissed, finished the shower and got out. They helped dry each other off and got dressed. Jessie was up by now and asked what they had been doing while she was still sleeping. "We just showered and were hanging out. You know, just guy stuff." Brad told her, winking at Tim. As they got ready to take Tim back to his car they decided they should try to do this again. "I had a blast" said Tim. "Now Brad, you won't mind me looking at your wife at work and having nasty thoughts, will you?" "Not at all my friend! Just don't act on those thought without me!" Brad replied. The Spreading Darkness Warning: this is a work of adult fiction; all charachters are over 18 and this should not be read by anybody under that age. Dedicated to Lady Izzabelle and all those who follow Her _________ The Spreading Darkness Part 1 The office was deserted at this hour on a Wednesday morning. It would be at least another half an hour before his colleagues began streaming in for the day. But right now, just as planned, Ian had the entire office to himself. Without even pausing for a second Ian marched straight into the small kitchen area just off the open plan office. He opened a cupboard above the small sink area and rummaged amongst the various mugs and cups within. Finally, right at the back he found what he was searching for. A garish red, white and blue souvenir mug with a caricature of the Eiffel Tower on one side and the Arc de Triomphe on the other. Ian quickly took the mug out of the cupboard and placed it in his briefcase. Then, carefully he unwrapped an identical mug, one that had been delivered to him specially for this purpose, and placed it in the cupboard. Only after making sure that everything was back in place did Ian proceed to his desk and readied himself for another day of work. But first he took out a sleek silver mobile phone. Unlike other phones this one had only one button in the centre of it. Without hesitating Ian pressed the button and held the phone up to his ear. A man's voice answered. "Report slave," the person at the other end commanded. Ian knew that this man was another of his Goddess' slaves. Like ian, the person he was speaking to was a mere shell of a man. The infinite corruption of Lady Izzabelle's Dark Ream had consumed every fibre of his being. Every action, every thought, every desire revolved around his Goddess. Just like ian. "Phase one has been initiated," Ian answered calmly. "Very good slave," the man acknowledged. "Proceed as planned. Goddess wills it so." "The will of Goddess is my will," Ian replied reverentially before hanging up. _________ As the afternoon wore on, Jennie found it more and more difficult to concentrate. The computer screen seemed to be moving in front of her eyes. It was proving to be extremely difficult to form a coherent thought. Every little task caused her to furrow her brow in deep concentration. Right now Jennie was putting all her energy into stapling the sheets of paper she'd printed off for the quotations on the new flat screen computer monitors they needed for the office. Suddenly a voice burst through her concentration. Somebody was standing over her desk. "Hi Jennie, I'm just having some trouble with my mouse. Is it ok to grab a spare one from stores?" Jennie's head felt like jelly. It seemed to take an inordinate effort to look up towards the speaker. She recognised him immediately; Ian from the accounts section. He was standing over her expectantly, a faint smile tracing his lips. "Sss..uuuu..rrr...eee," Jennie managed to slur eventually in response. "Thanks. Say, are you ok Jennie?" Ian went on with a trace of concern, "you don't look so great. It must be that flu that's been going around. You know what this office is like, as soon as one person catches something then it does the rounds. Maybe you should take a few days off and rest," he suggested mildly. Jennie nodded her head slightly. What Ian said made perfect sense. It was the flu, nothing else. That was why she was feeling so wretched. Maybe a couple of days off would do the trick. Besides, the company owed her big time for doing all that extra work in setting up the new system. It was about time they showed her some appreciation. She'd ask her supervisor later. Ian turned away from the confused woman. A hot tingle of pleasure glowed within him, but outwardly his normal demeanour appeared unchanged. It had all worked perfectly as planned. He had noticed the dregs of coffee in the tacky souvenir mug on Jennie's desk. It had been so easy. Everybody in the office used their own personal mugs so it had been simplicity itself to substitute Jennie's holiday mug for an identical one provided by Lady Izzabelle. Although it looked the same as the original, the interior of Lady Izzabelle's mug had been coated with a fine film of a powerful drug which had seeped into the coffee that Jennie had filled it with. Slowly, over the course of the day, the drug had worked it's way through Jennie's bloodstream until now she was feeling the full effects of it. The drug was part of Lady Izzabelle's Dark arsenal of servitude: tasteless and odourless it could be added to anything that was to be eaten and the subject would remain completely unaware as they consumed it. A combination of sedative and hypnotic, the drug would render whoever took it completely open to suggestion and powerless for hours afterwards. Taking the spare mouse out of the stores cupboard, ian couldn't help but smile. The Will of Goddess was being done. _________ Ian timed it carefully to appear to bump into Jennie again at quitting time. The attractive, slender framed girl was struggling with her long camel coloured coat. She had managed to pull the left sleeve on but seemed completely unable to co-ordinate herself at all. The right sleeve was empty and Jennie tried in vain to thread her arm through the opening of the coat. Smiling as always Ian approached the helpless woman. "Here, let me help you," he purred, lifting up the empty coat sleeve and guiding Jennie's arm inside. "Thhannkss.." Jennie responded listlessly. Ian smiled again. "No problem," he went on. "Are you going to take a few days off?" "Yeessss.." Jennie managed to reply in a weak voice. "Told Andy about... about fluuuuu," she answered with considerable effort. "Good, I think that's for the best," Ian soothed. "Say would you like a lift home? I have my car with me and I don't think that you're in any fit state to get the bus tonight." Jennie slowly nodded her head in agreement. "Yesss...pl...pl..eee..sssee.." "Great," Ian went on placing his arm within hers, "my car is just outside." Jennie nodded again. Ian's smile grew broader. _________ Ian opened the door of his apartment and guided the docile woman inside. Once inside the car Jennie had just stared into space and said nothing. She was fully under the influence of Goddess by now. Jennie would obey any command or do anything he told her. The girl was completely pliable and open to suggestion. Once inside, he manoeuvred Jennie towards his spare bedroom and opened the door. Jennie calmly walked inside and just stood there. Her pretty face showed no emotion at all. Jennie's eyes stared ahead sightlessly while her mouth hung slack and slightly open. Everything was ready. Ian had prepared the room as commanded. The centrepiece of the otherwise empty chamber was a padded, steel framed upright chair. A series of leather straps hung ready from this uncomfortable seat. Behind and underneath this fiendish piece of furniture a number of gleaming metallic devices lay ready and waiting for the Dark process that was about to be unleashed. "Remove your clothes," ian commanded the entranced woman. Jennie stared vacantly ahead. The drug had completely removed her ability to make a decision. Any command would be obeyed. Slowly and unsteadily, Jennie managed to pull off her coat, followed by the trouser suit and finally her underwear. Naked and vulnerable, Jennie stood ready. "Now sit in the chair," he ordered next. Jennie, as commanded, walked the few steps towards the chair and eased her naked body into the padded seat. She sat still. Her glazed expression never waivered. ian set to work immediately. He began to fasten the thick leather straps around her naked body, binding Jennie to the hard chair. Straps ran around her waist and upper torso, while her arms were bound to the rests and her splayed legs were firmly secured to the metal framework of the chair itself. Jennie sat quietly. She remained completely passive all this time allowing ian to proceed unhindered. ian now produced a long, thick silver coloured vibrator. Kneeling between Jennie's spread legs ian pressed his lips to her stubble encrusted pussy and thrust his tongue into the soft folds of her sex. He worked his tongue slowly and patiently. Jennie's body began to respond instinctively. A low plaintive moan erupted from the bound captive. Jennie was ready. Carefully, ian drew his face away and slid the long dildo deep into Jennie. She moaned again loudly as her body registered the intruder being pressed inside her. Her body writhed in pleasure but the restraints pressed her firmly to the chair. A thick black lead ran from the back of the dildo to a metal box under the chair. ian stood up. Jennie gazed up at him, her eyes moist with pleasure but still without thought. Now he took the thick leather item up off the table and went round the back of the chair. Carefully, ian placed the massive black leather neck corset around Jennie's neck before buckling it tightly at the rear. The hard, unyielding neck corset gripped Jennie's neck in a snug, firm embrace, preventing any possible movement and locking her head in a forward facing position. A small metal bar ran from the chin cup of the neck corset down to the front of the black leather garment. Jennie's head was completely immobilised. ian now locked the headphones in position around Jennie's head. Attachment points on the bottom of the headphones were designed to meet the neck corset and ian fastened them securely over her head. It would be impossible for Jennie to remove them. Jennie's soft glassy blue eyes stared vacantly ahead. ian proceeded to the control unit device located behind the chair after securing a series of pads to Jennie's body and head, designed to relay information on her vital signs and monitor her progress. Activating the control unit, ian keyed in the required sequence. Jennies gasped loudly as the vibrator buried inside sprang to life. ian made his way towards the exit, switching the light off as he left, entombing Jennie within the inky blackness of the brainwashing chamber. By the time Jennie saw light again, the Darkness would have been branded into her soul. ian produced his phone again and rang the number. Another voice answered, a different slave. Goddess had a multitude of devoted slaves of which ian was just one. "Phase 2 has been initiated. The subject is secure and the brainwashing process has begun," ian told the operator slave. "Very good slave. You have served the Darkness well." Hearing those words, ian's cock immediately thrust forward against his pants. "Proceed with your nightly ritual, slave. Report again in the morning. Goddess wills it so." "The will of Goddess is my will," a very aroused ian responded. _________ A long, loud chime roused the devoted servant of Darkness from his deep, restful slumber. ian stirred in his latex sleepsack as he felt the familiar warm stickiness against his body. The tight black rubber sleeping bag completely encased his body from his neck down, trapping him inside for the night. A pair of heavy black earphones had cupped his ears tightly constantly feeding the voice of his divine Goddess, Lady Izzabelle into his empty brain. A control box lying nearby was linked directly to the sleepsack and his headphones allowing his Goddess to control him throughout the night. As well as the headphones, Goddess cemented Her control by stimulating and teasing his firmly aroused cock within the sleepsack. His erect member was firmly encased within a heavy rubber sheath attached to the latex sack which kept him on the cusp of orgasm all night long while his Goddess toyed with the helpless slave's mind. The constant arousal cemented the association within the devoted slave's mind that only through his unswerving obedience to Lady Izzabelle could he find pleasure. Only after a night of constant brainwashing and stimulation was the slave finally allowed to cum. The computer unlocked the steel bonds that had bound him to the sleepsack during his night of brainwashing. Twisting his arms within the tight latex sack, ian found the zip fastener and slowly opened it. Part of him was reluctant to get out of this warm, safe rubber cocoon of slavery, but his greater need was to start his new day of obedience and service to his Goddess. ian detached his penis from the stimulation sheath within the latex sleeping bag and clambered out of it. He wore the sticky residue of the night's devotion on his lower torso like a badge of pride. ian sank to his knees on the floor. On a low table beside him was the thick leather collar of servitude. A symbol of his complete submission and devotion to his Goddess. Carefully he raised the heavy collar to his neck and buckled it tightly around him. "The Sweet Darkness of Your Divine Will is my will," ian exclaimed loudly to the otherwise empty room, "Thank You Goddess!" His daily profession of faith completed, ian rose to his feet. He had tasks to perform this morning. Padding across the hallway in his bare feet he opened the door to the brainwashing chamber where Jennie had been locked in all night. A pungent aroma of sweat and sex assailed his nostrils. ian smiled as he entered the chamber. It was still pitch black inside but his eyes adjusted quickly to the gloom. Jennie was still strapped into the chair where he had left her last night. Her body glistened with sweat. She writhed slowly on the chair, her body responding automatically to the ministrations of the dildo buried within her sopping vagina. She stared ahead at the giant swirling pattern that was projected on to the wall faceing her. A twirling spiral slowly twisted on and on, sucking the helpless woman's consciousness into oblivion. Interspersed amd entwined within the spiral, large words flashed quickly before her eyes. OBEY....SUBMIT....SURRENDER....SUCCUMB....COMPLY...OBEY.... Jennie stared wide eyed at the display. The headphones were dripping the sweet voice of Goddess into her thoughtless mind. The endless visual, audio and sexual bombardment was beginning to take it's toll on the powerless captive. Without even being consciously aware of what she was doing, Jennie was speaking aloud the words flickering in front of her. With every passing moment Jennie's will to resist the Darkness grew weaker and weaker. Her identity was being stripped away. Everything that she knew and held dear would be peeled away by Lady Izzabelle's sweet brainwashing. Only then would the empty head of the needy new convert be ready to be filled with the true understanding and corruption that Goddess granted all Her loyal slaves. Jennie gave no indication of noticing his arrival. ian checked the monitor on the control unit. The display indicated that there were no unexpected difficulties in Jennie's treatment. Everything was proceeding as planned. It was a simple matter for ian to change the drip attached to Jennie's left arm and replace it with a full bag of the Dark liquid of Goddess. It would be enough to last until late tonight. Closing and locking the door behind him, it was time for ian to get himself ready for another day in the office. _________ It had been a busy morning. The quarterly figures were needed in a rush as usual. He was grateful to get a break away from his desk and grab a sandwich. Finding an empty bench in the small park opposite his office, ian sat down. He cut an unremarkable figure, just another office worker out for his lunch. Passers by paid him no heed. ian produced the phone from his pocket and dialled the number. "Report slave," a male voice ordered. ian's body automatically stiffened to attention as he responded to command. "All is proceeding as planned. The staff in the office assume that Jennie is off sick with the flu. They suspect nothing," ian answered down the phone. "Good slave. You are serving the Darkness well. Return to your normal routine. Goddess wills it so." "Her slave will obey," ian droned in response. He put the phone back in his pocket and now looked down at the plastic wrapped sandwich. ian's nose wrinkled in mild annoyance. Tuna salad was all they had left by the time he'd got there. He hated fish. _________ The crisis meant that ian was an hour late leaving the office. It wasn't a big deal really. As usual is boss was making a mountain out of a molehill about this quarter's figures. They were fine as far as ian could see. No dramatic improvements but equally no big losses either. They were holding their own. Locking the door behind him ian returned to his apartment. An eerie silence greeted him but he knew that was deceptive. The room where Jennie had been imprisoned for so long had been soundproofed as a precaution. After removing his work clothes and dressing as a slave should, ian opened the door to the midnight world where Jennie dwelled. Whereas before the smell had been unpleasant, now the moist damp air within the room was completely saturated with Jennie's exertions. The bound, sweat drenched girl remained bound to the unyielding chair. The pattern in front of her had changed since his last visit. A series of random colours and patterns flashed before her eyes, captivating her consciousness and emptying her mind. Like before a series of words flashed in front of her. Words that were being burned into the very fabric of her being. SLAVE...SERVANT....DARKNESS....CONSUMED....SERVITUDE... Jennie's monotonous voice filled the otherwise silent room. As each word appeared before her, she uttered it aloud in a calm, clear voice that echoed off the bare walls. The Sweet Darkness of Goddess was entering her soul. There would be no going back. Jennie's path was clear. Goddess would have a new slave very soon. ian rejoiced at the thought. Skilfully, ian changed the drip for the night and left the helpless slave to her fate. It was time for ian to perform his devotional ritual to Goddess. Striding into the living area, the hypnotised slave approached the altar to the Supreme Goddess of Darkness. Kneeling before the portrait of Lady Izzabelle, ian stared up at her magnificent face. He gasped in awe at being so close to the source of the Dark power that had consumed his soul. ian's body trembled at the thought of the Sweet Darkness that coursed through his veins. His cock throbbed at being so close to Goddess. The glassy unblinking eye of a camera lens stared back at the enraptured slave from above the altar. The thought that at any time Goddess could choose to observe Her devoted slave filled ian's mind with ecstacy. ian held his arms outwards, palms upward and began to chant the mantra of obedience and servitude. The words were the outward expression of his absolute faith and devotion to his Goddess. "Lady Izzabelle is the Supreme Goddess of the Sweet Darkness." "Lady Izzabelle is my Goddess." "Goddess owns my body and mind." "i am the property of Lady Izzabelle." "i must serve and obey my Goddess." "i am a slave. i want to be a slave. i need to be a slave." On and on he chanted, slipping quickly into the trance of Darkness that Lady Izzabelle had bestowed upon him. The words sprang from deep inside his corrupted mind. The inky Darkness that Lady Izzabelle had placed there could never be removed. ian continued kneeling and chanting long into the night. _________ It was Friday evening at last. The weekend was here and work was over for another week. All the accounts had been finalised and signed off. The panic was over for another few months at least. The sweet smell of slavery greeted ian as he entered the brainwashing chamber. He smiled widely at what he saw before him. Jennie was still sitting in the chair; her naked body bucked and writhed in time to the intense vibrations coming from the dildo embedded deeply inside her. Instead of the random spirals or patterns she had experienced before, now Jennie was basking in the full glory of her new Goddess, Lady Izzabelle.