1 comments/ 55614 views/ 31 favorites First You Test By: braindump Marcus smiled at Carla and Mark sitting on his sofa. It was pretty easy to guess they were newly married, they seemed unable to take their eyes off each other or to resist touching for more than a few seconds. They were just what he was looking for he thought. "Its really very simple," he said. "You need somewhere to live. I have a spare house and I would love to help you get a good start in your married lives. You seem a pretty special couple." "That's very nice of you, but let me get this straight," said Mark. "You will rent the house to us for 500 a month, if Carla comes and helps you out with some cooking, cleaning and general housework each Thursday?" "Yes," said Marcus, "we have talked about it, haven't we Carla? You are happy to with that idea, right?" "If it gets us a house on this wonderful estate, sure I am" she said. Marcus held out his hand and Mark hesitated, then shrugged, and shook it. "Thank you. You have found an expensive way to hire help, but for us it's a great deal," he said. It was a fantastic offer, but he still felt uneasy about it, although he could not say why. "Well I feel I can trust Carla and that is the most important thing. Congratulations you two, you have a house. Now how about some champagne, new neighbours?" Said Mark, and after disappearing into the kitchen, he returned with three glasses. They all drank to the newly weds and happiness in their new home. The conversation pretty soon ran dry; small talk wasn't Marcus's strongpoint, but they partied happy with the arrangement they had made. Mark and Carla were laughing and being rude about their landlord long before they returned to Carla's mother's house where they were living. He is such a geek they said and so awkward with people, still we have a bargain for a house and he seems harmless. Carla's three-day job at the school meant she was free on a Thursday anyway. So it was no problem to be paying some of the rent through working. The best thing was a nice place of their own and an escape from staying with Carla's mother. The house and the area was better than they could ever of imagined affording. It was half an hour later when Carla was in the bathroom that she began to feel a growing sense of liking Marcus. When the clock reached eleven, and it was bedtime, she realised Marcus was all she had been thinking about that evening. It was that same night that the newly weds had their first row. Mark found to his shock his amorous advances were rejected. Carla telling him she had a headache, which he didn't believe, and so he became angry. She became angry with him and it all got very fraught. They had been married three weeks and had made love every night. He turned his back on her, cross at the rejection and eventually fell asleep. Carla shut her eyes, praying Mark would leave her alone, and accept her refusal for sex. Carla wanted to be left alone to explore her growing fantasy about being with Marcus. She wished she was in bed with Marcus not Mark, and telling herself that was ridiculous only seemed to make it worse. Meanwhile Marcus was worrying about how it was going with Carla. He was also thinking it had been a very smart plan to invest the fortune he had made from his scientific work in property. He now lived at the centre of the estate his money had built. He wondered if in his subconscious he had thought of his gated community as being central to his future plans, but not even he could take credit for being that bright. It had not been his idea. The investment company he used had dreamt the whole thing up for him. The fact they had accidentally built him his own "people" laboratory to work in had occurred to him only recently. Apart from his large house at the centre, the twelve other houses were equally split into two, three and four bedroom ones, they now earned him enough that work wise he could do what ever he wanted. He picked and choose the research projects he wanted to work on. Increasingly he worked on his own ideas and most of the time even those made him a lot of money. A two-bed house had been vacant a little while and so had become another piece in the jigsaw, as he planned this new project. It was without doubt the biggest and most dangerous project of his life. It took a couple of weeks for Carla and Mark to move in and he waited anxiously for that first Thursday when she would come to work. She turned up on time, wearing jeans and a tee shirt. He couldn't blame her for that; he had suggested she would be cleaning. When asked, Carla claimed she was fine, but she appeared anxious and nervous. She sat on the sofa and looked at him, her hands were shaking as she waited for Marcus to tell her what to do. "Carla," he said sitting down beside her, "I have some instructions for you." He was pressing a button on the face of a watch-like device he wore on his arm. "When you come here for work you will always wear a dress or skirt, no trousers. It must be knee length or shorter. I also want you to wear nice underwear, heels and to have bare legs. No tights or stockings. Do you understand?" She nodded and flushed red as she replied. "I'm sorry I didn't know those were your rules, I can nip back home and change for you. If you would like me to?" She asked. "I'd like to dress the way you want me to." He had not considered sending her back, but found himself turned on by getting her to dress up for him before he seduced her, so he told her to go home and change. However, when she returned, looking perfect in a plain blue sleeveless dress and cream heels she was even more nervous. She had stood with her back to him, ever since he had let her back in. Marcus watched her fidgeting with her hands as she clenched them behind her back. He looked her up and down admiring her bare legs and perfect ass. A voice in his head said focus, concentrate; do not get ahead of yourself. "What is the matter Carla?" He said, trying to use as gentle a voice as possible. There was a need to manage her carefully so he was trying hard to keep a lid on his eagerness to succeed. "I don't really know why I'm here. It was inappropriate of you to ask me to change. Why did I allow you to talk to me like that?" she said very deliberately, as if realising for the first time how confused she was. Marcus wished she would turn round, but she remained where she was, staring out of the window. Hopefully Carla would carry on if he just listened, so he stayed quiet and waited. "I co-operated... I co-operated because... Oh god," she wailed. "This sounds so stupid. I knew I should not of come." "You co-operated because?" He asked quizzically, wanting her to continue. "The truth is... The truth is I did what you wanted because I think about you all the time," she said, "God this is embarrassing and so wrong. I can't believe I am saying this." He could see her body gently shaking as she sobbed into her hands. "We have only just met," she sobbed, "and you are all I think about." He spoke before really thinking; "From now on Carla you will always do what I want you too and you will find it confusing sometimes, but remember you must do what I say. Remember you want me more than you have wanted anyone in your whole life." He again pressed the button on his wrist. "Well I want you too. I want you to be my mistress and you want that too don't you Carla?" "Yes... No!...I am married, newly married." she wailed, "I love Mark not you. I shouldn't be thinking of another man." Slow down, he told himself, you know you won't get this right on her first visit. The program will need tweaking. Touch was important too in creating control, so he decided to see if she would allow him to move nearer her. Maybe even touch her. He moved cautiously, knowing she would probably see his reflection in the window, it was important not to spook her. First Marcus placed his left hand on her left shoulder and when there was no reaction he put his right hand on her other shoulder. He lowered his hands to touch the top of her bare arms, her skin felt so good against the flat of his hand. His palms slowly make circles as he enjoyed the sensation of touching her. Very gently he turned her round so she faced him. One of the things that attracted him to Carla was her oversized blue eyes and she looked at him now, more wide-eyed than ever. She stared at him unblinking, her look saying to him, "I don't know what to do." He slowly led her to a seat. Carla allowed herself to be led to the sofa. She was neither willingly or resisting his direction. Marcus sat down and pulled her down beside him. "You are so beautiful," he said. "Thank you Marcus, she replied quietly. "It means a lot you saying that. I need to know you like me." He began to stroke her hair with his hand, when she did not react; he ran his index finger down her cheek. Her cheek pushed against his hand and she smiled. "Is that nice?" he asked and she nodded in response. "You are so soft and so lovely. Would you like a kiss?" When she nodded again, he slid his finger under her chin, and lifting it slightly, kissed her gently on the lips. Her lips hesitated and then responded, kissing him enthusiastically back. "Lets go upstairs and make love," Marcus said, immediately realising he had over stepped the mark, as this only seemed to snap her out of the daze she was in. "No!" She said in shock. "You are joking right?" Shaking her head and putting her hands up to try and push him away. "Please, please don't touch me again." "Its ok, darling," he said, his heart sinking as he tried to find a way to calm her down. "Talk to me." He pleaded. "Tell me some more about how you feel." She moved her head away from him, as he tried to stroke her face. He realised the moment was gone and knew he had messed it up. Marcus was left unable to think of anything to do other than try to control his frustration. "Don't do that and don't call me darling, Marcus," she snapped. "I shouldn't be here, let alone dressing up for you or kissing you, or telling you about my feelings." She paused, took a deep breath and then seemed to decide what to do. "I am so sorry! Its all my fault," she cried and ducking out of his reach she fled his apartment. He sighed, resisted the temptation to run after her and faced up to the fact he had a lot of work to do. "A good start Dr Windsor, but not there yet," he told himself and he thought back to the first moment he had met Carla. "Having trouble?" he asked walking over to a lady in a smart little hatchback car, she was turning the engine over and over without it actually starting. "Yes," she said getting out. "It won't start. Just my luck, when I am short of time. My mother is waiting for me. Shit, now I am going to be late on top of everything else." "Hi, I am Marcus, Doctor Marcus Windsor," he replied and held out his hand. "Carla," the girl replied. He loved the feel of her soft cool hand in his. "Carla Wilkinson, nice to meet you. Are you a GP then?" "Good grief no," he laughed, looking into her overlarge blue eyes and thinking how pretty she was, "I have a PHD, but lets not talk about that, nothing turns people off faster than theoretical science." He laughed. "Pop the bonnet for me." "Bonnet?" she replied, looking confused. "The car." He said. "Let me take a look." "Oh wow, would you?" She said. "Thanks so much." Carla dived back into the car and that was when he first saw her wonderful ass. He had also noticed the "just married" cards on the back seat and the brochures for new houses. He suddenly knew this woman would be perfect for his needs. Carla was very attractive, but also presumably very much in love with her new husband and that was crucial. His target needed to be a perfect test for his idea. The fact she was very pretty was just a deserved bonus. She rummaged around briefly, before the bonnet of the car went pop and was released. Carla did not notice Marcus remove a little black box from her wheel arch while she was in the car. He fiddled around in the engine bay, as she watched, before announcing he had fixed it. He pretended it had simply been a loose lead. Before he let her go he managed to give Carla a business card and agree they would chat about her house hunting. His mind returned to the present. The revise to the program was written and he pressed the button to upload the new instructions to the cloud and then from there it would download into the device overnight. It would then go to work on Carla's conscious mind during the day and her unconscious mind while she slept, before she (hopefully) returned next Thursday. "I am sorry I ran out on you the other day," she said having turned up on the right day for work. Marcus was relieved. His fear was she would not come again or worse she would tell her husband what had happened. The device should stop her being able to do either, but he still worried. It was after all just the testing stage. Anyway how would she tell Mark she was already thinking about sleeping with another man? He was very happy to see her and very happy that she was dressed in a sweater and short skirt. "Please forgive me. I lost my courage, but I think about you so much I had to come back. Do you like my outfit?" "Yes I do. You have incredible legs Carla and of course you are forgiven. I understand its hard, but you must obey me at all times," he said, "You know what I want from you don't you?" You want... You want me to be your mistress," she said so quietly he could barely hear. "I know what you want," she continued still sounding like she was talking to herself, "and its crazy, but it's all I want too, that's why I had to come back." At this point she lifted her head and those huge blue eyes stared at him, he could see the fear in them still. She grimaced. "I've kept thinking of reasons to leave the house, hoping to bump into you and I haven't seen you, it's been so frustrating. I've missed you so much. That must all sound nuts! I guess I am nuts but..." And she slumped back into the seat and put her head in her hands. She began to quietly sob. "My darling, you are not nuts, he said, "Its just that strong a connection between us. This kind of instant connection is very scary, but that's the way it is, we both know we are not going to be able to resist each other. Mark will have to understand you want me not him. Carla I want us to make love today. Its all I think about." Again his hand was pushing the button on his wrist. She slowly and reluctantly nodded. "Talking of Mark. I don't want you having sex with him anymore. Do you understand? You are mine not his," he ordered, still holding down the button on his watch-like device. She nodded again. "That's my girl," he said. Marcus reached out to her, gently stroking her cheek with his hand. Carla did nothing to resist so lowering his head he kissed her, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder as she began to kiss him back. Carla moved her hand up and held the back of his neck as she began to kiss him more enthusiastically. He loved the sensation of her soft warm lips on his. Marcus wondered if he should try to touch her chest. He tried to imagine what lay beneath the wonderful bulge in her sweater; its stretched material suggested a pair of largish breasts ready to be discovered. He wanted so much to see them, to touch them and to kiss them. Suddenly something seemed to snap and she pulled away. She struggled to get off the sofa and as soon as she had, she fled again. He heard her wail a "sorry" as she ran out of his house. This time his frustration boiled over and he got angry, kicking the nearby bin so hard it flew across the room coming to rest against the wall. Its side dented and contents strewn across the floor. Marcus annoyed at losing control tried to calm down as he picked the rubbish up and push the dent out of the bin. Seeking further distraction, he walked over to his computer and began to surf his e-mails. He opened one mail and read it. "Dear Dr Marcus Windsor." He loved the way his PHD meant he was called "Doctor", but with disappointment he saw that it was just another university asking him to come and lecture their students on his knowledge of Nano robotics. In his frustration, he began to role play what he wished he could say. Nano robotics he said out loud to his empty study, in his empty house, is about building tiny computers, so small you can barely see them, to fulfil tasks where incredible accuracy or in the case of my "Addiction Suppressor" being small enough to enter the human body is required. He was standing now, waving his arms, talking earnestly to his imaginary audience and imagining their amazed faces looking at him. We found a way using Nano robotics to influence someone's brain waves so they lose the desire for alcohol, drugs or any other addictive behaviour. No desire, no addiction he said pompously. He mimicked clapping and made a noise like applause and fantasied about people in the audience saying how wonderful he was. He had saved so many people from lives of misery they would all be saying. He was angry the world would never know of his achievements. He would never get the credit the way other pioneers had. His non-disclosure agreement with the drug company that had funded the project saw to that. It had started so well convincing the Drug Company to support his Nano robotics work had been, well genius. He knew the research director had initially thought him a joke, but over time the project showed good progress in developing a Nano robot, which could enter a human body safely, and then slowly he found ways to measure and modify brainwaves. His paymasters had decided a great application of this technology was to build something to help people with addictions, and in the end that was what he did. Marcus delivered a machine, which did exactly what they asked for, expecting fame and fortune to follow. However, then came the company's slow realisation that they would only sell a device once, where as drug sales was revenue coming in continuously. Marketing a machine, which damaged their own revenue was stupid business and bad for their shareholders. So then all they wanted was both his silence and the device to be forgotten. The necessary patents were taken out so they were in control, and they dropped the bombshell that all work must stop. Marcus trapped by his contract with them was side lined. He was told to do nothing until they decided to make his device or they found him another job. A letter from the company's solicitor's told him exactly what would happen if he told anyone about his achievement. Occasionally they allowed a university to approach him to speak generally about his field, but all that did was to underline he was unable to tell his real story. The money from the company kept rolling in, as did the funds from his many other projects, but this should have been his life's greatest moment and it had been taken from him. His preoccupation with the past over the last couple of hours had not stopped him writing more revisions into the program to run over night on the device. It was so hard to do, but then all there was to do was sit and wait for it to work on Carla's brain. It seemed to take forever, but eventually another Thursday came round and Carla arrived in a low cut sweater and a different short skirt. This time she launched herself at him and began to kiss him before he could close the door properly. Marcus recovering from the shock, spun her around, and pushed Carla up against the wall. The sweater was black and white with a V-neck collar, showing more than a hint of cleavage. His guess had been right, her breasts were both large and beautiful. Their heads nuzzled together for a few moments, both of them smiling at each other, before Marcus kissed Carla on the cheek. First You Test "You want me now huh?" he whispered in her ear. He kissed her ear as she nuzzled into him and nodded. "I love you Marcus," she said. He pulled her hair away from her shoulders and kissed her neck making her angle her neck away from him. "I love you too. Do you like that?" he said as his hands reached up to cup her breasts and he began to pull down on her sweater trying to get her tits free. "Let me take this off Marcus," she said breathlessly and he helped her pull her sweater over her head, revealing a wonderful pair of breasts in a low-cut black bra. He ran his finger down her bare flesh feeling how wonderfully silky and soft it was. He cupped her breasts in his hand before kissing the valley between them. "Unclip your bra," he ordered and when her hands reached behind her back he commented, "See its so much better when you co-operate!" "What? No!" She suddenly said, as once again she seemed to realise what was happening. "Oh god what am I doing?" She was now crying again, and pushing him away. For the third time she fled his apartment, picking up her sweater and putting it back on as she went. He slammed the front door behind her, "aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhh," he shouted out loud before marching off again to his study. Once again he got into programming the device. This time he used the telemetry he had recorded of Carla's brainwaves to modify the program and hopefully find a way to get enough control of her mind. He wasn't sure if her could stand these constant failures. Marcus tried to remember this was ground breaking work. The review and then code writing took hours. The program then had to be tested, fixed and retested until he was able to upload it. The device worked both on her conscious mind and on her brain while she slept. It was in sleep that the brain sorted out it memory function, and so he stored instructions in the overnight programs, to reinforce that she could not resist his instructions. Exhausted he collapsed into bed almost immediately after finishing, but his own brain was still racing from all that screen time and hard work. So he thought about testing the device and that reminded him of when he had his first moment of success with his mind control device. Bored with sitting at home and angry with the gardening leave he was on, he had the idea of using his method of modifying brainwaves to see if he could completely control someone, not just their addictions. He couldn't believe no one else had thought of it. It was such an obvious step on from his addiction device that once he realised the possibility, he went to work planning what to do immediately. How happy he had been when his crude program simulation had finally worked properly. He had screamed out loud over and over that; "it works. It bloody works." A screen full of "Passed" in bright green letters in front of his eyes, the words had seemed to burn into the back of his brain. The simulation proved the theory, but the working prototype had been months of hard work until Marcus realised he was now ready to test on a real subject. A loose plan of revenge was forming in his head but first he needed to be sure he could make someone do exactly what he wanted. He knew it had to be a difficult test, could he really make someone do something they never would want to, and then he had the idea of seducing a newly married wife. Fantasies about making love to Carla filled his mind as he fell asleep. Early one morning on his daily run across the estate he spotted Mark loading a suitcase into his car and he ran over intrigued and worried they were going away. It would be just his luck if his subject ran out on him. "Off somewhere nice?" Marcus called running on the spot, realising if Carla came out things might get awkward. "Not really," came the reply, "business trip. Back Saturday morning. Listen, can I ask you something Marcus?" Marcus's heart sank, but what else could he say. "Sure," he said. "Does Carla seem ok to you?" Mark asked. "It's just she is very quiet these days and well, distant from me. Ever since we moved here actually, she has been strange and life with her is well, very difficult." "She seems fine to me. Anyway better get on," said Marcus dismissively, "Oh well have fun." And he ran off as quickly as he could. He was delighted that Mark was noticing a change in Carla and he laughed at his joke about having fun. While you are away Mark old boy, fun is exactly what I am going to have he thought. "No! You can't come in," said Carla, but she didn't really put up much resistance when Marcus ignored her and stepped inside. After meeting Mark outside, he had left it half an hour, and then headed over to see Carla. "Are we going to go through this every time?" he said with a sigh. He reached out his hand to touch Carla's face, but she backed away. "I thought you might have come back after you ran out on me again." "I wanted too. I try to obey you." She cried, blushing, but still walking slowly backwards, "but I can't do this. I want to, you know I want to, but I am not that kind of girl. He moved towards her, but she continued to back away. "Carla come here," he said but she continued to shake her head and retreat until she reached a wall and could go no further. So now she was stuck Marcus was able to stand directly in front of her. "Please go Mark will be back soon," she wailed trying to push him away with her hands. Marcus smiled, "we both know that's not true, don't we? He is away for two nights, two nights when you and I could really get our relationship moving forward. By the way don't lie to be again, that will make me very cross. Now hold still please." And reaching down he untied the cord of her dressing gown. Carla looked down at his hands as he opened her dressing gown. "Pyjamas?" he exclaimed disappointed. "Yes," Carla replied pulling the gown back around her. "Mark and I are not exactly. Well since I met you. Oh god this is such a mess. I feel so guilty for the way I feel about you." And she began to cry in earnest. "I want you Marcus and I know if we keep meeting like this sooner or later I will make love to you. I know it will happen because I can't resist you. Oh god my guilt is so bad for just thinking about it. It will destroy me if we actually do have sex." At this point her crying intensified even more. Marcus tied the cord of her dressing gown back up and hugged her tightly. "You cry my darling, that's it, let it all out my love," he said, "I understand it's all a bit overwhelming. So you cry my darling, but I promise you will come to me on Thursday wanting to be mine." "A couple of days won't help. I will still feel the same? Face it. Please accept we can't be together. Stop pushing me." She said sniffing back more tears before finally she cried and cried, nuzzling into him as her emotions overwhelmed her. When she had fallen quiet, he gently held her at arms length, looking at her red eyes. "It going to be ok Carla. Remember we love each other. Listen, just trust me ok." He replied with a smile and he let himself out of her house and headed back to his study. He knew now what he needed to do so she would co-operate, it would take not only some reprogramming, but modification of the hardware, but Thursday night she would be his willingly and enthusiastically. It was all absurdly simple really, like all puzzles when you know the answer. He had been solely focussed on making her follow his wishes; he had not considered there would be other emotions such as guilt that he needed to control. He worked all that night and most of the rest of the day, ran simulations, rewrote code, reran simulations until he was sure he had it right. The new device could simultaneously control two parts of the brain, make the recipient of the device follow his instructions and make them feel guilty if they didn't, rather than did. It should be the solution to his problem. Sadly it would always mean he could never get instant control of someone. The device would need time to work on the subject whilst conscious and unconscious. The genius was using the device to make Carla feel guilty towards him for rejecting his advances rather than for betraying Mark. As he said, simple really! The work took hours and hours and when he finally finished he slumped in front of his mirror in the bedroom. Marcus's reflection frowned back at him as he looked deeply into his own brown eyes. All he could see was tiredness but he wondered what others saw when they looked at him, whether he looked differently now his dark side was such a driving force in his life. It had never been his plan to sink this low or to misuse his intelligence in this way, but he also knew he wasn't about to stop. His previous life had been dull, full of scientific achievement, but so dull. Never had he had such a good time as this. The experiment had only just started and already he could not remember being so excited by something he was working on. He craved the excitement just like a junky craved drugs. His personal life to date had been a car crash. To be honest his great successes in science had been fun at first but it was just a way to get back at the world. It was never satisfying. All those bullies and nasty experiences at school, as his peers rejected him for being so bright and so geeky. How he wished his parents had dressed him different or got his hair cut stylishly, but as academics they knew nothing of what a young man needed. So he endured the horrible school times, knowing his time would come, in an adult world were the bullies could no longer get him and whilst he excelled they would disappear from his world. The way the drug company had let him down was too much. He wanted revenge for them humiliating him just like his school friends had. It was a promise he had made himself, over and over, that he would not let this happen to him in the adult world. He rang Carla and cancelled Thursday, she accepted his request with a mixture of pleasure and disappointment. The re-engineering of the device had taken too much out of him and he needed to regroup, but now he was confident he could seduce her whenever he was ready. So it was not till Monday that he made his move, managing to bump into Mark in town, and have a coffee with him. Little did Mark realise this would be the final step in Marcus getting control of them both. Now he was sure he had it right he decided to take control of both of them. He kept Mark at the café for an hour, ensuring the device was working enough to order Mark to do simple, seemingly harmless tasks. Real control would follow. Before they partied Mark confirmed he understood about making Carla a special cup of tea that night and how he needed to go on a business trip again. Remotely he could self-destruct the old device when Carla had received the new one. Early the first morning she was going to be alone he let himself into Carla's house using his landlord's key. He was secure in the knowledge that Mark was away. He entered the bedroom so quietly that Carla did not notice and so he caught her playing with herself. Marcus watched with delight at what she was doing. Her left hand was under the duvet and from the way she was writhing around she was clearly having a good time. She stopped when she realised Marcus was there, instead of being frightened though, she looked straight at Marcus and gave him a warm smile. "Hello Carla," he said. "How are you? No more guilty feelings?" She wore the same red pyjama top she had been wearing when he had opened her dressing gown. "Hello Marcus. I am glad you are here. Listen I am sorry about running out on you," said Carla, "but I am so pleased you are here now. Are you going to make love to me? I was thinking about fucking you just as you came in." "I noticed that," said Marcus grinning. "Do you want me to get dressed?" asked Carla. Marcus loved the fact she was suddenly so eager to please. The modified device was working well so far. "No I just want you to take the bed covers off." He said. "Let me see the rest of you." Slowly her hands pushed the duvet away and then using her feet she kicked it off the end of the bed. As it fell to the floor he stood back up again and walked over to the bed. "Lift up," he said and as Carla raised her backside into the air he pulled off her pyjama bottoms, revealing a pair of white knickers. He ran his hand over her legs smiling. "Now show me those wonderful legs." He said returning to his seat and tossing the pyjama trousers to the floor. "Like this?" she said. Her left leg lifted off the mattress; she bent it at the knee and then stretched it out, pointing her toes to tense her calf and thigh muscles. She then repeated the same thing with the other leg. "Very nice," said Marcus. "Now show me what you were doing before I came in." She laughed and her left hand slowly slid down her body and slipped into her knickers. She began to play with her pussy whilst her right hand caressed her left breast. "That's it darling," he said, "forget about me. Just lose yourself in the moment." "On no," she said moaning quietly, "I am thinking about you screwing me, just like I was before you came in." She looked down at her hand, her face showing concentration, before she angled her head back and closed her eyes. Marcus thought she looked very sexy when she gently bit her lip. Her moaning began to give him a hard-on. "That's it," said Marcus, "show me how much you like it." Firstly she began to lift her bottom up and then her whole body began to rock. Her knickers stretching as she rubbed her pussy more and more vigorously. "Oh god all I want is for you to fuck me," she said. Marcus moved off the chair onto the bed again and she paused and smiled at him. "Please Marcus fuck me," she begged her arm grabbing his. "Let me show you how much I love you." "Shhhhhhhh," he said, "I want you to be quiet my love. Please don't say anymore. Let me help you and he pulled her knickers halfway down her thighs. The material now stretched across her open legs. "That's it open your legs as wide as you can. I really want to see those knickers stretched out. Now carry on," he said sitting back down again. Her hands stroked her legs and then her tummy before she resumed stroking her pussy. The view of her pussy being worked on by her eager fingers was wonderful and he realised his heart was thumping in his chest. "Roll over," he said, "show me how you fuck yourself on your front." And she rolled over, moaning as she did. She lay on her front, flat on the mattress at first, fidgeting with her left hand between her legs. Her right hand lay by the side of her head, it grabbed and pulled at the bed sheet as she lost control. As her excitement grew her bottom rose into the air, her fingers working feverously at her slit, her ass making a circling motion, as she came with a gasp. She collapsed onto the bed and lay still panting. Marcus sat beside her as she rolled back over. "I want you inside me," she said reaching out to him and trying to feel his cock through his trousers. He smiled, moving out of reach, it's working perfectly he told himself. He decided to test her and the device some more. "Soon, very soon." He replied. 'Did you like getting off in front of me Carla?" Carla nodded, "if it pleased you, then I liked it, but I really want sex now." "Actually I am going back to my house. Get your strength back for a bit and then come and see me. He helped her pull her knickers back up and he stood up, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "You haven't let Mark touch you have you?" he asked suddenly wanting to know she was really his. "When was the last time you two made love?" he asked. "It was the night before we met and agreed to rent this house," said Carla lying back on the bed. "Once I had met you, it was only you I wanted. I promise he hasn't touched me since. He has wanted to, but I haven't let him." "Now please can we fuck I am so wet and so horny," she said. "Later at my place," he said, "and after you have dressed up for me." As he walked into the lounge he realised Carla was chasing after him desperate to get in front of him and to stop him leaving. "Please," she said, "I can't wait any longer." She stood in front of him baring the way. Carla stood still waiting for his reaction a seductive smile on her face. Her red top had ridden up so he could see her bare tummy. Her white knickers were still the only other item of clothing she was wearing. It was without doubt time to have his wicked way with her he thought. She could wait no longer and neither could he. The climax of the first stage of his project would have to be here. Marcus smiled at his pun, the climax would he hoped, literally be here. So he sat down on the sofa. "Come here," he told her. Carla eagerly moved forward, bending down to him on the sofa. He moved her hair off her face, and holding her head they shared a long lingering kiss and then another. His thumb stroked her ear as they kissed more deeply, exploring each other's mouths. His hands took hold of her arms, which were now resting each side of his body as she climbed over and sat on his lap. "So do you want to make love here?" He asked grinning. "Yes, oh god, yes" she groaned. "Sure?" he said. "No more guilt?" "I want to be your mistress," she replied. "That's all I want. No guilt." His hands began to explore all over her bottom. "You have a beautiful ass," he said. "Thank you," she replied flicking her tongue in and out of his mouth. He pulled her knickers up a little so the material stretched and gathered in the crack of her ass. When he was sure her knickers would stay there he began to grab and pull at her bum cheeks. Next he pulled them down, getting them to sit under her backside. She continued to kiss and kiss him. He pulled her top up and caressed her breasts, rubbing them with them both hands. "I love the way you explore my body as I kiss you," she whispered. "Now I want to see all of you." She sat back. She looked back at Marcus and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, his hands rubbing her legs as she did. When the last button was undone and his shirt had been pulled apart she lowered herself back down to kiss him and then she ran her hands over his chest. "I love your body," she purred. Kissing him again, she climbed off him and kissed down his chest before running her hand over his groin. "Oh that feels so good," she said, "So big and so hard. I want it in my mouth." And after rubbing the bulge a few more times she undid his belt, trouser button and fly and he helped her pull his trousers down to his knees. She ran her hands over his leg and then looked at his cock, which had sprung to attention when freed from his trousers. "It is so big," she said. He laughed to himself thinking that was a clever thing for him to have programmed in. "Start at the balls," he said and he watched as she licked his balls and then in one long slow continuous stroke she ran her tongue all the way up to the tip of his cock and repeated the process over and over. He could feel her warm soft breasts on his leg as she moved, the hard nipple rubbing against his skin. He loved looking into those huge eyes as her head moved towards him. She stopped and began to kiss around his balls again, before finally kneeling up and using her left hand she began to slowly stroke his cock up and down. "Is that nice, my lover" she said and he nodded. "I think it needs a little kiss though." She commented trying to look thoughtful. And after several more slow strokes with her tongue, her eyes fixed on him the whole time she popped his cock into her mouth, and began to suck up and down on his shaft. Her hand was holding it at the bottom to support it. She stopped, dribbled some salvia onto the tip and continued. She sucked him over and over again, his cock never going deep into her mouth, but enough to drive him crazy. He laid still, arms at his side just watching her blow him. He could just see her breasts, still poking out from her under her top from when he caressed them earlier. She began to move her hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first then faster and faster. She lay back a little more, now taking just the tip in her mouth; this allowed her to watch his reaction as she pleasured him. First You Test Finally he reached down and pulled her back up to him. Kissing her deeply. They looked deeply into each other's eyes. "Was that nice?" she said, "I want to do it right. I want this to be the best fuck of your life." "It was amazing," he said, "just amazing. Now it's your turn," and he picked her up. Carla squealed as she was lifted right off the sofa and turned in the air, before he laid her down on her back. She sat up and watched as he pulled her knickers off. He removed his shirt and his trousers before pushing her onto her back so she lay flat on the sofa. Marcus pushed Carla's legs backwards, so they were around her shoulders, but still bent at the knee. He pushed his head into her pussy and began to kiss and lick it. "Oh god," she moaned, "oh yes, fuck yes. Right there!" Her hand pushed his head harder into her. Marcus kissed and licked for a few minutes, making Carla moan again before she pulled his head up by his hair. "Please, I am going to burst if you don't fuck me. Put your huge dick inside me, please... please," She was begging again. Marcus made a few long licks right across her pussy before getting up. As Marcus moved to kneel between her thighs Carla smiled a huge smile. She realised he was going to start screwing her. She raised her legs in the air, to allow him to enter her, bending her legs at the knees. He rubbed his cock across the top of her slit a couple of times before slipping it inside her. Carla gasped. "We are making love at last my darling," she said. "I'm sorry I wasted so much time fighting you." Marcus smiled, and after taking a long lingering look at Carla, he made a couple of slow strokes in and out of her pussy before grabbing her ankles. He moved her legs, so they rested on his shoulders. Marcus supported himself with both hands as he pushed her legs back so his face was above hers. He began to make fast long strokes, slamming into her as hard as he could. "Is this how you like it?" She said. "Do it however you want. I am yours darling. I love you fucking me with my legs in the air. You can't hurt me. Fuck me as hard as you want." He began to withdraw his cock completely and then to put it back in. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned, "god that feels so good. She grabbed his arms trying through the firm grip to communicate how good it felt. Every time he re-entered her, she gasped, until he resumed banging her hard and fast. Their bodied began to make a slapping sound as using his hips he screwed her harder than ever. Marcus knew he would explode if he didn't slow down, so he began to kiss her and began to give her a much slower fuck with long deliberate strokes. "Pick me up," she said, "like you did before. I want to feel small and vulnerable in your arms, completely under your control." He ripped her tee shirt off, throwing the remnants of the material onto the floor and lifted her up, again she squealed with delight. She wrapped her legs around him, his hands supported her bottom and her hands were on his shoulders. She bounced up and down in his arms, riding his cock up and down, screaming as he fucked her. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried in time with the bouncing. She pulled herself a little closer and they kissed. "Oh Marcus I love being your little slut," she cried. When he could not hold her any longer he ordered her onto all fours and he entered her from behind, holding her waist as he thrust in and out of her as hard as he could. Carla at first was on all fours but in the end her arms could not hold her anymore and she flopped forward. Her head rested on the sofa. He banged her as hard as he could, but soon he knew he could not hold back anymore. "I want to come over your face," he said and she eagerly moved round to kneel at his feet, her huge eyes looking eagerly up at him as she stroked his cock. He began to breathe quickly. "I am going to come," he moaned. "Come on darling," she said in response, "come all over my face. I want to taste your cum." Her hand began to work his cock even harder. "Oh yea, do it, do it," he said and then he exploded making Carla giggle as she was covered in cum. She smiled and licked her lips enjoying the salty taste. Carla continued to stroke his cock as he moaned, and then she slowly and very deliberately sucked his cock, still looking at him. Finally he pulled her to her feet and kissed her. He dressed and left without saying a word. He returned a few days later and it was Mark who opened the door "We need some champagne," he said to Mark. Who immediately went off to get some, returning to the lounge with a bottle and three glasses. When Mark saw the lounge was empty he headed for the bedroom. He found Carla and Marcus were already snuggled together in bed, their clothes all over the floor, she was gently stroking his cock, her other hand gently caressing his bare chest. "Don't think we need three glasses," Marcus commented. "Now Mark while I fuck your beautiful wife again, you will go over and see your father. You will ensure you slip one of the Nano Robots into a drink and that he drinks it all. Then you return here. Do you understand?" Mark nodded and began to leave. "Oh Mark it is ok if I screw your wife isn't it?" asked Marcus At this Carla giggled and snuggled into Marcus's chest. Mark said, "of course. I will back as soon as I have done as you ask," and he left "What do you want with daddy?" Carla asked. "Not much," replied Marcus, "I just want his company to give me the things they owe me." "Well that should be easy enough to arrange," she replied, "It is a huge drug company and he is their chairman. Maybe you shouldn't tell him you are fucking his married daughter though." "No I guess I shouldn't," he replied laughing with her. "Marcus our first fuck together was wonderful. You are the best I have ever had." she said, "but you know your mistress is hoping this is going to be our second time." She paused and then said; "You do know I will always obey you from now on." "I know you will," he replied. He looked down and stroked her cheek and they briefly held hands. Carla looked down at his fingers, kissing them one by one before reaching up and kissing him on the lips. "Tell me what you want me to do," she whispered. "I love it when you tell me what to do." "Move on top," he said, "I want you to Fuck me." She rolled over on top of him as he moved the duvet out of her way and she slipped his cock into her again and their mouth's intertwined in a long kiss. "I love you Marcus," she said breathlessly.