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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 01

By: vargas111



Chapter 1: Knight's Capture

The short flight from Brussels had David Knight into Barrajas by late morning. He shaded his eyes as he waited impatiently for his pick-up. He was eager to start his new assignment. The North Atlantic Security Office had sent him to Madrid to investigate a wave of kidnapping of prominent anti-feminist men. The victims were not held for ransom, only detained several weeks, then released unharmed with no memory of their captivity. What attracted NASO's attention was that after release, the ex-captives had totally changed opinions about the role of women. They all became strong supporters of women's issues, especially of Women's Power International (WOPI). Several gave up careers to stay home with new babies their wives gladly provided them. NASO suspected that WOPI was behind the abductions and was worried that the group may have developed a new brainwashing technique to control the minds of its opponents.

A car of the correct make and number plate pulled up to meet him. The driver who stowed his bags in the boot hardly seemed to take notice. Now his eyes had to make the opposite adjustment as he settled back into the obscurity of the back seat.

"Good afternoon, Captain Knight," a tinkling feminine voice greeted him. Instinctively Knight threw his weight against the door and groped for the handle. "The door is quite secure. And don't bother pointing your sidearm at me. The one that came out of the X-ray machine isn't loaded. Don't waste your effort trying to get away from me, Captain Knight. We've made it impossible. You are my prisoner, but don't worry. When WOPI sends someone kidnap a man and 'accompany' him on a trip, they chose someone who will make sure his short spell of captivity will be very enjoyable."

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Perdon, Captain Knight. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Carmen and WOPI has sent me to escort you to your destination. Your assignment from NASO, IS to find and infiltrate the headquarters of WOPI, is it not?"

This was disastrous. Not only had he been abducted, but his captors knew what his mission was. Even as he continued to try to force the lock, Knight was making note of the direction and speed of the automobile. He intended to know where he was going, at least.

Carmen looked at him and smiled. "I'm sure your powers of observation are very good, but don't waste your time. If WOPI wanted you to know where our headquarters is, we would have printed it on an invitation. We are going to put you to sleep for most of the trip so that it's location will remain secret. That and other reasons," she added with a smile. Don't you recognize the gas that is slowly filling the compartment?"

David sniffed briefly and nodded. "NO2," he said. "An anesthetic. It will knock up both out." As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed the big knockers of the pretty, dark-haired young woman in an astoundingly daring mini-skirt.

"Indeed, It will, but before they put you to sleep, they want you to have some fun. Why else would they send you a curvy girl like me to sleep with?" she giggled.

"What do you mean? We'll be unconscious, but that doesn't make it 'fun,'" he growled.

Carmen smiled indulgently. "Don't be so sure, Captain Knight. NO2, besides being an anaesthetic and euphoric is also a very effective aphrodisiac. Before you drift off to dreamland, you're going to be a very horny man. You'll be screwing like a bunny before I put you to sleep. Haven't you heard how disreputable dentists use NO2 on their patients they want to fuck?

Knight looked skeptical, but Carmen continued, happy to keep her captive distracted while the gas took effect. Quite against his will, David was already starting to like the idea of having a woman with tits and thighs like Carmen's climb all over him. A woman with her boobies and her hips could probably get into his pants any day, with or without gassing him. "No, what do you mean?" he asked.

"Sounds like you're asking for a sexy bedtime story. But I doubt you need one. I think you must know the feeling?

"I think I do," David grinned, feeling quite amorous and unconsciously moving closer to Carmen.

"I thought you would, but let's make sure," she said, placing her hand between his legs and starting to massage his prick. "Isn't this better?"

"Oh, yes," he sighed.

"Good. My bosses are women who understand men. They knew I could make you enjoy the trip. I feel your cock starting to get hard, just the way it should be. When it gets hard enough, you're going to put it in my pussy and let her make it soft for you. How does that sound?"

"Nice," he murmured.

"It will be. Now be quiet and let me play with you." David couldn't suppress a giggle. "I guess you'd like the storyteller to put you to bed?" He sighed and snuggled closer and slipped a hand inside her blouse.

"There will be time for that later if you're a good little bad boy," she said and removed his hand. "Naughty, naughty. Don't play with the storyteller's tits, yet. Just behave and listen. I'll decide when it's time to put you down for your nap. Now, would you like to hear about Madam and the Dr. Hands?"

"Sounds like a dreadful breech of professional ethics!" David replied in mock horror.

"Yes. Unsportsman like, but effective. A little gas can get the horny doctor into any woman's blouse. And fondling her bobbies does the rest. If done well, feeling up the tits of even the coldest bitch will make her open her legs and beg for your cock."

"Tell me!" David agreed. "In fact, the colder she seems, the more playing with her bobbies makes her crave to be penetrated. Crack a frigid woman's inhibitions, and she usually turns out to be a sex maniac."

By now David was feeling mildly ecstatic. "But there's something else I want to know," he said, putting his had back into Carmen's blouse. "And does it only work for dirty old dentists with evil designs on their pretty women patients." he leered, now totally under the lascivious influence of the gas.

"Oh, no," she laughed, "It's totally devastating on girls alone in the back seat of a car getting their boobies ravished by a man."

"Tell me more," he said, drawing her closer.

"It makes a girl's boobies feel warm and itchy. It makes her glad to have the nearest man get his hands on her titties and feel her up," she said opening her blouse so he could work her boobs better. "Especially a girl who has been told to get her man horny and give him a really good time."

"Who told you that"?

"You'll meet her soon enough," Carmen replied. "She told me to make sure you are in the right sort of mood when you arrive."

"What sort of mood is that?"

"So sated and dumb we can do anything with you"

"And how do you intend getting me in that mood?" he asked, teasingly.

"Doing exactly what I'm doing, silly," she said, snuggling up close to him. "Getting you nice and horny and ready to fuck. Women know that heavy sex is the best way to make a man tame and manageable. After I screw your brains out a few time you'll do what you're told." she said smugly.

"An what would you do I fully realized that the gas and your mini-skirt and beautiful bobbies were all part of a trap set for me?" he teased. "Suppose I don't want to be tamed?"

"It would mean that you are still thinking too clearly. But it wouldn't matter. I could tame you anyway."

"How do you tame a man against his will?" he grinned.

"Well as gassed-up and as horny as you are, darling it won't be hard," she giggled, kissing him. "You won't think so well once I let my titties work on you, David. I've let you feel how hard and erect my nipples are erect from arousal. Now let's see if you can disobey this order. 'Take my tits, darling! Kiss my boobies, suck them good.'"

David knew he shouldn't, but she was right. He couldn't resist the chance to bury his face in her tits and nurse those magnificent knockers. She moaned softly with unfeigned desire, but she must also have known the even greater effect it was having on him. "Oh, David, I'm getting so hot. The way you suck my tits just turns me on all the more. You're driving me crazy. I need some stimulation down here, too. I want you in my pants," she gasped, and guided his hand to her warm, moist cunt. "Play with me, David. Play with my pussy! Finger fuck me! Get me off!" she demanded.

His fingers found her clit and sent her off her nut. "Ai! Ai! Ai," she yelped as she came again and again. "David, David! It's wonderful the way you diddle me, but it's not enough! My pussy's on fire! I've got to be fucked. I want to feel your prick up inside me! Get me out of my panties. I need your cock. Penetrate me; plow my pussy with your prick!" He tired to obey her, but sluggishly.

"What's wrong darling? Have we killed enough time for the gas to have its effect? I think so. You can't think too clearly, can you? The gas is making you wonderfully drowsy just the way you should be. But I do want your prick in me when you go to sleep. And you want to fuck, too. You are getting too sleepy to spread my legs and put it in me. So I'll have to do the fucking. Let me help you undress, honey."

The aroused intelligence agent let her pull down his pants. "That's a good boy, just relax now David," she said soothingly. "We don't have much time before I'm unconscious, too. So let me roll you over on your back like this." Deftly she extricated herself from his embrace and he found himself mounted by this beautiful woman. He felt the warm wetness of her cunt engulf and seize his penis. "Now it'll be alright, David. I've got you down the way I want. Pussy has your prick and I'll take charge now, darling," she said sliding his cock deeper up into her pussy. "All you have to do is close your eyes and let me give it to you. You like the way pussy has swallowed your cock, don't you. You like it when she slides up an down. ... Up and down on you cock. She makes him feel so good. Pussy controls your cock and your cock controls you. You like letting me fuck you, darling. Surrender to me. All you need to do stay relaxed. You are becoming very sleepy, floating in a sea of pleasure ... getting laid. I'm making you feel so ... good. You just want to close your eyes and let me give you a good... long... fucking."

While constantly and expertly riding his cock to keep him within a hair's breath from orgasm, she continued to speak in a low, sing-song voice. Deeper and deeper she sent him until he was ready to explode inside her. In and in and in; she wouldn't let him stop. He saw she was coming too, but as his jism drained out of his balls, he felt exhausted, dissipated. He knew she had defeated him. Carmen, on the other hand, was smiling down at him contentedly. She had fucked him and he was sinking into unconsciousness. She cradled his head on her breast before she too sank into a sated slumber.

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Comments please to Homer Vargas. I would enjoy exchanging ideas about future directions for this story. 

WOPI Chronicles Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Meeting Alexandra

When David Knight came to, he found himself slouched in a chair in a well-appointed office. A mature, but very attractive woman watched as an attractive nurse removed a hypodermic syringe from his arm. He head was still clearing when she spoke.

"Good afternoon, Captain Knight. Let me introduce myself. I am Alexandra Milan, the director of WOPI. My sources told me you wanted to visit WOPI. Welcome to my parlor."

"Said the spider to the fly," Knight thought. As his eyes focused he saw a woman with steel-gray hair wearing a short skirt and translucent blouse. Her smooth thighs and large breasts did not go unnoticed. "A rough way to issue an invitation," he complained.

"I don't think you have any grounds to grouse, young man," she chuckled. "We gassed you up to make you feel good and gave you someone soft and cuddly to play with on your way here. Carmen is one of my hottest agents. Men generally like the way she 'entertains' them before they go beddy-bye. You were certainly no different."

"I couldn't say," he replied dryly.

"You don't have to. When the car arrived here last night, your prick was still where Carmen had put it. And you know what? She says Captain Black really likes sex with the woman on top. Carmen was still astraddle you with her arms and legs wrapped around you like a python smothering her prey."

"At least SHE enjoyed the trip," he replied.

"And you, my friend, had the biggest, most satisfied grin I have ever seen on a man. Seems our little girl must have taken a lot out of you," Alexandra smirked, "You have been sleeping off the gas and her lovemaking for almost 20 hours Lord only knows how many time she got you off. If I hadn't given you a stimulant, I don't know how long you would have been out."

"Well, now I'm here. What do you want?" David replied as coolly as he could, taking account of what the stacked woman's big tits and large expanse of creamy inner thigh were starting to do to his hormone level.

"We heard NASO wants to know what WOPI does to the men we kidnap. I believe you even use an ugly word like "brainwash." We prefer to think of it as turning old enemies into new friends," she smiled. "As they sent a bright young man to investigate, I thought we would let find out first hand what we do by spending some time with our women. I think you'll enjoy it and in the process we will bring one of NASO's most brilliant minds under our control," she added, her smile turning colder.

"Surely you do not think I would work for you?" David sneered.

"Of course, you will, gladly. We turn our victims by mastering their bodies, minds and will with 'eroto- hypnotism.'"

"'Eroto-hypnotism!' What kind of mumbo-jumbo is that?" David sneered.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," Alexandra smirked. "In a way it's nothing new. The principle is simple and has been used in rudimentary form by women for eons. Every woman knows that she wants to get a man to do something he doesn't want to do, she takes him to bed. He may suspect his partner is only going to take advantage of him, but when she shakes her tits at him or lifts her skirt, he still lets her do it. If she's clever, she makes love to him until he can't see straight and asks her favor while his prick is still in her pleasure box. A man who has just been treated to a good fuck, is dazed, sleepy, and happy. His resistance to suggestion is nil."

"You think you can enslave me that way?"

"You're a man, aren't you?" Alexandra replied smugly. "A sexually sated man will do almost anything for the woman who has just zonked him."

"That might work for a wife to get a new dress or to persuade her husband to get her pregnant. It certainly would NOT include my betraying the agency because I'm grateful for a good fuck," he sneered.

"Ah, but WOPI has a little twist. We give our captive a bed mate who is not only a good lay, but a trained psychologist. Our sexpots know how to create moments of maximum vulnerability. Like Carmen, each has a body that men can't refuse. He succumbs to her offer of sex and gladly lets her ravish him. As he lies sated and vulnerable in her arms, she puts him into a light hypnotic trance. At first she leaves him with just a few post-hypnotic suggestions."

"And then?" David asked, his curiosity peaked.

"When he awakes, his new dominatrix will be with him and the first day of his total subjection begins. They have a pleasant breakfast and perhaps go for a walk. Soon our captive finds himself remembering the pleasure of the night before and he wants his partner again. He feels growing desire, but is unable to take the initiative because of the inhibition that was also part of the post hypnotic suggestion."

"Our woman knows what he is feeling and pretends sympathy. 'Your shyness makes you cute, honey, but I know what's going on in your dirty little mind,' she teases. `I've seen you peeking at my tits and I think you are having naughty thoughts about me. Why not go back to my quarters where we can have some fun putting those naughty thoughts into practice.'"

"When she has him alone again, she slips into his arms. 'I love to see you nice and horny again, darling, but you've got a problem. You don't want to fuck me.' He tries to protest, but she stops him with a kiss. 'You don't want to FUCK me sweetie, because I spoiled you last night. I taught you that BEING fucked is much more fun. You ENJOY letting a sexy, aggressive woman like me take you to bed. You LIKED being seduced. And that's OK with me, too. I like a man who is dependent on me, one who becomes docile when I get into his pants,' she says as she starts undressing him. 'I get my kicks from having sex with reluctant guys and you are a perfect, darling. Now I'm going to put you to bed an fuck your brains out.' She lays him down and mounts her man, soon bringing him to the orgasm he wants and that knocks him out again. By screwing him repeatedly over a series of days and nights, she and others can deepen the trances and make his craving for sex more intense. Eventually we totally control his mind and body."

"WOPI wants you to work for us, not against us, so I will have a team of my women begin putting you, too, under our control ... but not until tomorrow. Tonight I have other plans for you."

"Other plans? I can hardly wait to hear." David replied, sarcastically.

"I think you'll like them. Have you heard of "droit d'senior?"

"I think so. Wasn't that the right of the lord of a manor to sleep with each woman on the wedding night before her new husband could have her?"

"Exactly! The lord exercised his right to poke the pussy of each bride so he would be the first man to knock up each young woman in his dominion. Well here at WOPI, I am the mistress of this `manor' and I exercise "droit d'madam." I do it solely for my sensual pleasure, however. You see, I like to have an aroused man's prick rammed into my cunt as much as the next woman.. After he has been conditioned, a man can still please a woman; he can get her off exactly the way she tells him to, but it's not quite the same. I like the real thing. So before I let any of my girls get to work on a virile, good looking man, I claim the privilege of having one night alone in the sack with him first. I shall expect you in my quarters for dinner tonight, Captain Knight.. Come prepared to sleep over," she grinned.

"Forget it," he snapped.

"Excellent, Captain! That's exactly the attitude I hoped for. I love a challenge. It should make for quite an amusing evening. I want the thrill of besting you in a battle of wills. I want to overpower you with sex to make you betray everything you believe in. You match your training and will power against my powers of seduction. It may seem easy now, my arrogant young friend. You are still recovering from having Carmen squeeze you libido dry. But in a few more hours your desire for sex will return. Then we'll see then if you can stay out of my bed," she grinned confidently.

"Don't count on it," David glared at her angrily as he was escorted from her office, trying to conceal his doubts. 

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Comments please to Homer Vargas. I would enjoy exchanging ideas about future directions for this story. 



WOPI Chronicles Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Duel

Teresa Carrillo sat at her desk at NASO headquarters, electronically sifting through the entire set of messages, trying to ensure she overlooked nothing of importance. When the message through an anonymous remailer had arrived purporting to be from David Knight she had been skeptical. David had disappeared - presumably abducted by WOPI -- several days earlier. She hardly expected to be getting e-mail from him. But after an exchange of information only he could know, she had become convinced that indeed David was somehow sending messages from inside WOPI headquarters. And he did not sound like he was under any compulsion. The explanation was in one of the first substantive messages.

TO: Teresa Carrillo
From: None

Dear Teri,

You have asked me how it is I am able to send message from the "lioness's den." Well, the short answer is the lioness turned out to be a "pussy cat." She's in her office right now, so I have plenty of time right now to explain.

When I awoke after my abduction outside of Barrajas (how embarrassing!) I found I had been taken to the office of Alexandra Milan, head of WOPI. That's when she explained how WOPI ins able to brainwash its victims, the eroto- hypnotism technique I reported on before. Then she told me that it was her custom to have one night alone with each "guest" (at least "the virile good looking ones" ) before his conditioning began. Consequently, she was inviting me to her private quarters later that evening, "for dinner," and by implication, a postprandial seduction. I naturally told her she was crazy if she expected me to sleep with her. She just smiled and said in that case, she would be looking forward to the challenge.

The "cell" where I was taken, while not quite luxury, was (and is) quite comfortable, having a bed (of course), chairs, a desk, a continuously restocked minibar, reading material, TV and bath. My luggage had been brought to the room and unpacked for me. Apparently making their prisoners comfortable is part of WOPI's technique. The view from the window was pretty, but not distinctive enough to identify the site. In coming days I hope you give you enough information about times of sunrise, sunset, and weather to enable the tech boys to pinpoint the location. At the moment I can only suppose it is somewhere in southern Spain, though Carmen and I (I'll tell you about her later ) could have been loaded onto an airplane and flown almost anywhere in the almost twenty-four hours I was unconscious.

I had several hours to wait before dinner. Of course I checked the room thoroughly for means of escape, but, equally of course, there was none. I am on a fourth of fifth floor with no ledge. I suspect the glass is pretty much unbreakable. The ventilation outlets are small, not the nice big ones that James Bond and Indiana Jones always find. The one door opens only from the outside, apparently with some sort of card key.

Looking around at the books and magazines and checking out the fare on TV, I realized that it was all pornographic, most of it involving fem-dome themes. I guess they knew sooner or later, from boredom if nothing else, their prisoner would begin to use the material and that would soften him up for the conditioning. Just knowing that this is what these women wanted me to read and watch before seeing Alexandra again was worrying - and disconcertingly exciting.

About seven a pretty young woman brought a (perfectly fitting) tux to my room. "Ms Milan likes formality," she smirked. I turned down her invitation to "help" me shave, bathe, and dress for dinner. At five of eight the same young woman returned, eyed me approvingly and escorted me to Alexandra's quarters. I followed her to an elevator that took us to a circular room on a basement level. There she led me to one of several identical well-lighted underground corridors to another elevator. This took us to the top floor of another building.

Opening a door with her key card, the young woman gave me a final once over and left me in a small ante chamber facing an elegant wood door. Feeling both slightly foolish at being dressed like I was going to a high- school prom and uncomfortably horny -- remember I told you how Alexandra was dressed during our first meeting - I rang the chime.

If Alexandra had looked good in her tight-fitting power suit earlier, now she looked absolutely scrumptious in an emerald green gown clung to every one of her many curves. A slit almost to her crotch displayed acres of soft tanned flesh. Her hair, piled high on her head seemed blond now rather than silver. Her matching heels made her almost as tall as I and brought the roundness of her breasts within each reach. She smiled as she watched me gape. "Welcome, Captain Knight."

Still staggered by her sensuous beauty I followed her into the sitting room. I was struck by its normality, just what one might expect the apartment of a tasteful, successful business woman, not the lair of a vamp. I didn't know whether to be reassured by that or not.

Dinner was smoked fish and white wine which I only picked at while we made small talk. At last Alexandra laughed at me. "Don't worry, David. I didn't put anything in your food to make you fuck me. I have no reason to drug you; that would take all the fun out of tonight. My game is plain old-fashioned, femme fatale, man-helplessly- succumbs-to-sexy-woman seduction."

"I'm glad to be providing you with an entertaining evening," I told her sarcastically,"

"Oh, you have and will. You are going to sink into bed with me tonight and let me fuck you until your brilliant mind is the consistency of warm hash. I intend to make you want sex so bad you can't control yourself. And for that I don't need anything but my body. It is my own big breasts, curvy hips, and teasing eyes, not chemicals that will lure you into my bed, David."

"Not yet!" I told her defiantly, trying to hide my excitement.

"And it's working just as planned," she smirked. "I have been enjoying watching you struggle unsuccessfully to avoid staring at my tits through this see-through top. I know what my big round boobies do to young men. My erect nipples make him forget his good intentions and sap his will. You are right to struggle; look at them long enough and you will wonder why you ever wanted to resist me."

I shifted my gaze away from her breasts and replied. "It's not working, Alexandra," wishing I believed what I was saying.

"No?" she smirked. "Are you really not thinking about holding me in your arms, darling, cupping these knockers in your hands, fondling and kissing them until they are hard with arousal? I think you are fighting the urge put your hands on my breasts to tweak my nipples, to suck them until they stand up and beg for more. But you don't control your desires, David; I do."

"No, no!" I protested, weaker than before.

"And no matter how often you wrest your eyes from my inner thigh just inside the slit, an overpowering magnetism draws them back. You can't keep from thinking about my pussy in there. You'd like to pull up my dress and slip your hand up between my legs, wouldn't you? Am I wearing any panties? Could you feel up my soft furry pussy, slip your hand in my cunt and start finger-fucking me?"

I was looking at her, not able to speak.

"You are putting up a admirable fight, David, but one you are bound to loose to an experienced woman like me. On so many nights I have given pleasure to so many men. Wanting to be my playmate tonight is nothing to be ashamed of. You can't defeat lust, David. I am getting you horny as a skunk and soon you are going to have to get laid."

I shook my head, but continued to stare.

"Your every sense is under sexual siege. Your defenses are crumbling. Soon you are going to tire and go under. The urge to give up and let me ravish you is growing stronger by the second. The effort to hold out against me is exhausting you. You want to surrender to me."

"Is this ... this it? The eroto-hypnotism you told me about?" I managed to ask.

She got up and came over to my side of the table and stood in front of me. I couldn't move "Oh, David, my poor, oversexed David. No, it's nothing so fancy. I've just got you aroused. You want to be fucked. You were such an arrogant and silly young man this afternoon to think you could stay out of bed with me when I decided to have you.

"No," I almost whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back "You are going to enjoy your defeat so much. Don't fight me any longer, darling. You are too excited; you need to be soothed, and tranquilized, and put to bed like a naughty boy. Never mind how I got you there. Forget who you are and who I am. Forget everything except that you are an aroused man and I'm a horny woman who I intends to give you what you want, what you need so badly! With this! ... Take it!" she said and slowly lifted her skirt.

Her silk-clad crotch was inches from my eyes. I fought the urge, but the rank warm smell of her womanhood enveloped me like an erotic fog. Her voice was soft and far away. "It's my pussy, darling. Go ahead, she's going to be your new mistress. Worship her," she ordered. "Don't just look and sniff. Pull down my panties, honey; you know what to do."

Unable to restrain myself longer, I took the elastic of her silky panties and drew them down over her wide hips. As they dropped I was staggered by the aroma of Alexandra's overwhelming sexiness! I grasped her firm round buttocks in my hands and drew her dripping snatch to his mouth. 

"That's it my darling, put your head up in between my legs. Kiss my pussy. See how aroused I am, too, darling? I can feel my cunt juice flowing. I taste delicious! Lap it up. Lick my clitty! Get me off and there will be even more for you to drink" I lost myself between her thighs, gulping down her delicious salty twat. I felt her come as her cunt flowed like a fountain.

How long she had me continue -- minutes or hours -- I don't know. Loosing myself in her cunt was paradise! But eventually came the expulsion. "I think you've had enough pussy loving, darling. Now I have something even better for you," I heard her say at last. She stood me up and, smiling, nudged me toward the bed. "That took the Mickey out of you, didn't it Captain? Nothing like eating pussy to get a man in the mood getting laid. Now you won't give me any trouble. You are ready to be bedded and fucked. You're nice and high on quim, aren't you?"

"God, yes, Alexandra." I responded, so horny I couldn't think.

"I lied when I said I wouldn't drug you, honey" she teased. "I dosed you with the aphrodisiac no man can resist; you're doped up for sex with my pussy juice. You'll have to let me take you to bed and screw you, won't you?"

"Yes, Alexandra, anything. I want your body. I want my prick in your pussy! Take me, Alexandra! Fuck me!" I pleaded. Dazed by lust, I was hardly aware that she undressed me. When I was naked, she led me to bed and gently pressed me down on my back.

She gave my cock an admiring kiss before climbing on. "This is reason for our dinner date tonight, darling, to get you prick in me. Now let's bring this evening to a beautiful finale. You deserve a prize for eating me so good," she said and climbed on. In seconds she was riding me to a mind-melting orgasm.

*****

Oops, Gotta go. More next time.

Ciao,

David

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Comments please to Homer Vargas. I would enjoy exchanging ideas about future directions for this story.



WOPI Chronicles Ch. 04



Chapter 4: The Morning After

Teresa picked up Knight's next message, a continuation of the previous one.

TO: Teresa Carrillo

Dear Teri,

OK, I'm back.

Well it looked pretty bad for the "good guys," no? I don't think Alexandra was able to hypnotize me or anything, but in spite of my self, I wound up in Alexandra's bed, letting her fuck my lights out. I don't even have the excuse of the gas. All I can say is, Alexandra is one amazingly sexy woman.

When I woke up, I was still in bed with her. She was naked and smiling down at me. "Good morning, darling. Sleep well?" she asked.

As I looked up into her glowing face this morning, there was something different about her. The hard edge of last night seemed missing. As I studied her with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, the slight sag in those marvelous breasts and the tiny wrinkles around her eyes, she no longer seemed the domineering bitch-goddess. Instead, I saw a beautiful older woman with a fire of desire in her eyes that made her look ... available. Maybe this was my chance.

"Dreadful!" I teased. "I had this dream of a big sexy woman who kept feeding me her boobs all night to make me screw her again and again."

"Sounds like a bad wet dream. You must be a very horny guy. Probably your regular girlfriend is a little frigid, doesn't give you enough ass before she puts you to sleep at night. Don't you think you need a new woman...?" she asked, placing a hand suggestively on my prick. "A woman that could give you all the sex you need?"

***** 

"He was *getting* all the sex he needed until he dumped me," thought Teresa sourly. "His male ego just couldn't accept that I wasn't ready to be a one-man woman. That little gnat-titted blonde in cryptography may have been 'faithful,' but look how frustrated she left the big lug."

Teresa read on.

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So far so good; I decided to plunge on. "I believe you're right, Alexandra. Can you think of anyone?" I asked, pulling her down with me and kissing her. She giggled. "I think I need a really big woman to keep me satisfied. I don't mind if she's a little bit plump if the extra pounds in all the right places." I had reached my hand behind Alexandra's lovely ass and tugged her closer. "I'd also hope she were big here," I said as I reached for one of Alexandra's boobies that hardened at my touch. "I've always heard that big round women with big round tits are highly-sexed. They are easy to turn on and when you get them hot, they're dynamite in bed. They tell me they howl like banshees when you put your prick in them. Too bad I don't get to choose a partner like that. Today you are going to sic your minions on me, right?"

Alexandra was panting slightly from my erotic assault. "Oh... Maybe not. There could be a little change of plan," she replied, obviously enjoying having her titties fondled. "I think we could work something out," her hand idly on me half erect prick moved, "To our mutual satisfaction."

She eyed me with smoldering lust. "Carmen told me you were going to be a lot of fun. She even 'warned' me about this lovely thick dork." Alexandra's fingers had become more animated. 'He was practically under, but when it went in I couldn't think any more,' Carmen told me. 'He stayed hard for so long, just making me come and come, I wasn't able to get him into even a light trance before I passed out, too,' Carmen had said. I didn't believe any man could make me feel that way, but, oh my dear, when I actually got your cock in me, I realized she was right. I don't intend to share you with anyone else just yet. I'm going to keep you for a while as my private 'assistant.'"

"And just what would my duties be, Ma'am?" I asked with a grin as I reached for the other tit.

"Your job will be to do anything it takes to keep the Boss Lady happy. I warn you; I am a very demanding woman," she replied with mock formality. "Do you think you are 'up' to the job?"

"If I'm not, you know how to get me 'up,' ma'am. I don't think you will have any complaints once I know how you like to be pleasured. For instance, I already know the Boss Lady has a big sensitive set of tits. Does she fancy having her boobies felt up right now?" I said and started fondling Alexandra's breasts more vigorously.

"Indeed, yes!" she sighed and closed her eyes. "You are doing very well for your first day on the job. Your fingers are very naughty, but talented." 

"It looks like it's going to be easy to please a randy Boss Lady like you, Ma'am. These tits are getting hard fast. The nipples are standing up like little soldiers. I think the Boss Lady is ready to have her boobies nuzzled and sucked and kissed." Alexandra only purred as I worked her tits with my hands and mouth.

At last I pulled away and looked over into her half- closed eyes. "Oh, Alexandra, you are easy to get horny aren't you? You may pretend to be tough and domineering, but foreplay makes you a docile sex kitten. You like to have a man play with your tits and turn you on, don't you?" A low moan was her affirmative "I bet I know something else the Boss would like me to play with," I whispered as I slid my hand between her legs and started stroking her honey pot. "Do you like this, Ma'am?"

"Oh yes, David. Play with my pussy," she gasped

"Spread you legs, then, you horny woman. Let me open up your twat so I can get a better hand on you!"

She squealed and started bucking as one then two and three digits invaded her cunt. "No! Yes!! Oh .... Diddle me. Finger me. Ai!... Ai... You're getting me off, David. You're going to make me ...come. Ai, AI! Aiii!!" she brayed as successive orgasms rolled over her.

"Oh, Alexandra, you messy girl. You are having way too much fun, your pussy is overflowing. You are getting come all over the bed every time you have an orgasm. Maybe I should stop fingering you."

"No, no, David please no!" she pleaded between gasps. "Keep it up. I love the way you make me come."

"In that case we'd better find some way to plug your honey pot. Would you like me to stick something in it to keep your come from running out?"

"Yes!" she wailed. "Put it in me!"

"What would fill up that juicy cunt of yours? Maybe you would like a prick! I think you need a man in you, darling. Your hot little cunt wants a big cock shoved in it. Open up your legs wider, baby, I've got something long and thick to slide in you, if you want it."

"I do, David! I want you so bad! Put it in me, David. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Is this what you want, Alexandra?" I whispered as I slid my cock into her warm and waiting cunt, "A big hard cock in you pussy? It feels good, doesn't it. The Boss Lady likes having a man ram his prick in her. She doesn't feel much like being Boss when she's got her legs spread and her pussy full of cock, does she?"

"No, David, not when it's you! Just fuck me! Yes, yes! Like that, darling. Fuck me! Fuck me ..." she was still pleading when I came in her and she passed out.

Well from them on I became Alexandra's special project. And the most incredible thing is I've discovered that Alexandra, even though she's the president of this place, does not really control everything WOPI does. For example, she knows nothing about the links of WOPI to ben Laden and the Libyans. In her slightly twisted way, she's a remarkable woman, just a sincere feminist, trying to rid the world of the worst male chauvinists."

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"Of whom you are one of the worst," Teresa thought, "or were." That remark sounded like David might be under some kind of conditioning after all, or - Teresa could only grin at the thought - he was falling in love.

She continued reading.

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"Still the irony is wonderful. Not only am I inside the headquarters of WOPI, secretly sending information back to NASO, but I also have WOPI's leader fucking my brains out morning, noon, and night! To the other women of WOPI, I am a difficult case whose conditioning Alexandra is undertaking personally. But I know otherwise; Alexandra is almost in MY thrall, willing to do anything - including letting me use her secure computer - so long as I continue to give her the hard-pounding sex she had belatedly discovered she needs.

Well, I'm going to have to break off here. I've put a lot of technical stuff in attachments. I expect her shortly, in fact. I'm afraid I was rather naughty this morning. After fucking her, I ate her to one or two fewer orgasms than usual. This just about guarantees she will slip away to her room sometime in mid-morning to let me finish her.

Next time I'll go into more detail about those "other" WOPI operations. Some of them are amazing.

Ciao,

David

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That was the last message Teresa had received, over two months ago.

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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Alexandra and Charlie

Alexandra was horny as a skunk. Of course she was always eager to get back to David at this time of day, but for the last hour it had gotten bad. A warm glow welled up from her crotch that made her mind dreamy and unfocused. Regardless of the raised eyebrows among the women on her staff, she would have rushed back to David if Claire hadn't asked her to see Charlie Roemer, for what she didn't even know.

She didn't realize just how horny she was, though, until Charlie turned up. She supposed he was one of Claire's indulgences, as David was hers. Today she understood Claire. God, he was good looking. She hardly paid attention to whatever the young man was asking, something silly and administrative that Clare should have handled. But WOW! From the moment she laid eyes on Claire's well-hung stud, Alexandra's pussy started getting wet. She realized something was strange, but she could think about only one thing -- getting in bed, spreading her legs and letting someone fuck the shit out of her. And Charlie was the most available someone

"Charlie? You are staring at me!" Alexandra smiled, pleased by the boy's obvious leer.

"Forgive me Miss Milan, but I just couldn't help it. You are a very sexy woman."

"Why that's sweet of you to say so, Charlie," she said indulgently. "It's very flattering for a young man like you to compliment a woman my age."

"I don't know what you mean about 'your age,' Miss Milan. Why you can turn a guy on quicker than any twenty year old. You've got a great body. And you know how to show it off to make a man look at you! That low cut blouse, that short skirt you've got on! I'm getting a hardon just looking at you," and he dropped his hand to his crotch to demonstrate.

Alexandra's eyes followed the boy's hand as it stroked the bulge in his jeans. By now Alexandra's pussy was doing most of her thinking. His rippling muscles and evidence of an exceptional cock made her dizzy. Another torrent of juice leaked down into her soaked panties "Why, Charlie!" she said in mock surprise, getting up and coming around to sit by him on the couch. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to chat me up. I warn you," she grinned, "If you are trying to put the make on me ... you'd better call me 'Alexandra.'"

"I can't help it, Miss Milan, uh, ... Alexandra, you turn me on."

"Is that so? And just what part of me turns you on, Charlie?" Alexandra leered, taking him in her arms and kissing him. "Is it my boobies, Charlie?" she whispered and drew his hand to her breasts. "I saw you eyeing my boobies. If you like them so much, why don't you slip me out of my bra. Then you could feel me up good and tell me if my titties feel as good as they look."

With that phrase the unseen observer knew Alexandra was lost. The woman was already thinking only of her own animal pleasure and what Charlie would do to her tits. Charlie didn't have to be told twice and began fondling her sensitive mammaries.

"Oh, Alexandra, you have gorgeous breasts. They are so big and round. These melters can seduce any man. I can't resist a woman like you. Feeling up your titties makes me so horny. I just want to suck them and kiss them and play with your nipples between my lips."

"Then go ahead, Charlie! You ought to know what to do to a willing woman. Don't be shy."

"Oh, you are magnificent, Alexandra," he sighed as his mouth began skillfully to work on Alexandra's rapidly hardening breasts. Soon her eyes were closed and she was squirming at his touch.

"Oh, I see you're all woman, Alexandra, maybe a little oversexed!" he hissed. "These babies are so responsive to my touch. Your tits are getting hard as rocks. Sucking your nipples makes them stand out. Oh, Alexandra, you're getting horny, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, darling." she sighed, her voice getting thick and slurred with lust, oblivious to the change of Charlie's behavior from prey to predator. "You're feeling me up so good. Oh, I love what you are doing to my tits! I'm getting such a buzz I can hardly think."

"Well, if you like the job I'm doing on you boobies, honey, isn't there is another part you want me work on?" he whispered maliciously.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, pulling up her skirt. "Here! You can get into my pants. I want you to play with my pussy."

"You are incredibly hot, Alexandra. I never dreamed I could get this far with you. When I saw you sitting there showing me everything but your beaver, I fantasized about getting you out of this skirt and now you are asking for it. Let me get these panties off of you."

This was a little more than Alexandra had counted on, but his hand was already between her legs, she couldn't resist him. Willingly she let him lift her ass and pull down her flimsy, sopping undies. His hot gaze on her cunt aroused her even more.

"There, you are, Alexandra, lovely and naked for me. You have a beautiful pussy, so soft and furry." he spoke softly, stroking her. "And you're so wet inside," he said dropping the pretense of the na‹f as his fingers massaged her labia.

"Slow down, darling," she pleaded, starting to feel herself loosing control.

"Why slow down, Alexandra? Your pussy's juicy because you're in a hurry to be fucked. Let me get my hand in there, where you want it, in your cunt. I'll finish getting you ready for a good lay. Yes! ... You like that, don't you, baby. You like me to finger your clit. Open your legs more for me, honey, so I can diddle you better."

"Oh, Charlie, Charlie! That's enough. I'm ready for you in me, now! I want you to fuck me." Alexandra moaned. Gone was Alexandra's attitude of amused indulgence of an impetuous and almost innocent suitor. Gone was the idea she was taking advantage of an aroused young male. The tables were completely turned. Alexandra had been masterfully seduced and was about to get fucked, in every sense of the word. A rutting female animal had been unleashed in her. Claire's boyfriend was taking her where he wanted at the speed he chose.

"I will, baby. I am going to fuck you ... good. But don't get impatient. Let's make it more fun. Don't you like this?" he asked as his fingers vibrated in her cunt "Don't you like having a man play with your pussy?"

"Oh, yes, darling! Oh... Oh ... You're going to ... You're making me ... You're making me cum! ... Ai! ... Ai! ... Ai! " Orgasm after orgasm racked Alexandra's shapely body as the young stud continued massaging her clit rhythmically. Alexandra was panting and barely coherent.

"Oh, Alexandra, baby, you're making such a mess. Your honey pot is overflowing and all your pussy juice is running out. Should I stop making you cum?" came the cruel, taunting question.

"No, Charlie, no! Don't stop. I love it. I want it!" she pleaded between orgasms.

"Of course you want it, you horny slut. You love to come. So I'd better find some other way to protect the couch. What if I just eat you? I will have to lap quickly to stop your juicy cum from leaking onto the couch. Would you like that, Alexandra?"

"Yes, Charlie! Eat me! Run your tongue in me and get me off."

For the next several minutes Charlie was silent as his mouth brought Alexandra to orgasm after orgasm. Silent, Alexandra was not. She howled in ecstasy each time that a climax took her. Soon she was delirious with arousal.

Sensing she was near total defeat, Charlie gave her clit one final lick and got up on his knees. "I have another idea, Alexandra. I think a large cock in your cunt is exactly what you really need. Your pussy is so hungry. I think she needs to be fed. I've got some nice hot fuck for her I think she'll lap right up. Do you think she'll like this?" he teased as he brushed her labia with the tip of his cock. "Would she like a big dick?"

"Yes, darling, Please! I can't take any more teasing. I've got to have you in me. Ai! I can feel your prick touching pussy. But I want it all the way in me. I want to be full of you, darling, to feel your prick deep inside me. Yes, darling! Oh yes!" she moaned as he slid his cock in her and started slowly to move it in and out.

"Oh, yes, Alexandra. You are getting what you asked for! I've got my cock deep in you, fucking you. I'm going to do it nice and slow because that's the way you like it. Yes, I can tell you really needed a good screwing. Your pussy was starving for some thick man-meat. Fucking feels good, but it's not enough. You need to cum again, Alexandra! You need me to bring you to orgasm with my cock." he hissed as he started fucking her faster.

"Yes! Ai! ... Yes! Fuck me! Ai ... Ai ... Yes!" Alexandra whimpered in assent as another massive orgasm again washed over her."

"You are getting fucked good, Alexandra, but coming and coming is really taking it out of you. You can't stand much more stimulation. You need release. You want me to cum in you, don't you?" he asked, slowing momentarily while the overpowered woman caught her breath.

"Yes, darling. I want your fuck in me," the delirious woman sobbed. "I want my pussy to be full of you. Pump me so full of your spunk I blow up like a balloon!"

"You'll get it, Alexandra, a good load of jism. It's what you need. My cum in you cunt will give you temporary release. You are about to be totally satisfied, woman. It'll trickle deep down into your womb, Alexandra, sating your passion, sedating you. That's what you want, isn't it?"

At the brink of orgasm, Alexandra could only whimper.

"My jizz is a drug, Alexandra, a narcotic that will make you very sleepy." He spoke more softly now, continuing to fuck her methodically, holding her on the very brink of the cataclysmic orgasm she craved. "You're drifting down to sleep, Alexandra, deeply asleep, deeper and deeper."

Charlie's words seemed to come from far away. Alexandra could hardly understand what he was saying. The urge to come drove all thought from her head.

"You can't stay awake any longer, Alexandra. You are going to sleep a long time without being able to wake up. In a few hours, I'll tell you to stir a little bit, honey, just enough to know you're feeling really horny. It'll be all right because I'll be there to take care of you. You'll have a little food and then I'll put my prick back in you and give you another dose of the thick white love medicine. When I fuck you again you will go right back to sleep. You will just sleep and get fucked while we go on a long trip."

"Trip?" the helpless woman moaned.

"Yes, a long sleepy trip, love. And when I finally let you to wake up, you and I will be far away from here. We'll be in a warm and pleasant land. You won't need many clothes there, Alexandra. You can run around happily in your skimpiest things. You'll wear your mini skirts and hot pants and string bikinis because you'll always be feeling very sexy. The clothes will show everyone how randy you are, eager to get laid any time. You are going to be horny the whole time you're there, Alexandra."

"Going to be horny," she replied, without real understanding.

"Yes, Alexandra you'll be a very horny woman, but you won't be frustrated because there will be plenty of men with hard dicks to keep a randy girl like you happy and satisfied. You will have plenty of time for food, fun, and fucking. Every time you get the urge for some cock, someone will be there to supply your need. You'll spend many happy hours on your back, Alexandra, with your legs wide apart and your pussy full of some man's cock."

Something did not sound quite right. "No, Charlie," she tried to object. "I have to stay here for my work with WOPI. Just fuck me here," she pleaded.

"No, you don't want to stay here to work," he whispered. "Your work would take up too much of your time, Alexandra, time you would rather spend screwing like a ferret in heat. WOPI is the past. WOPI was long hours of desire and frustrations punctuated with moments of pleasure. Let it go."

"Let go?" the horny woman asked.

"Yes. The present is the bliss you feel now, the contentment of having a big cock still thick within you. And the future is the pleasure you will have when you get all the fucking you can take. I'm going to take you on a very long holiday and you won't be interested in coming back to WOPI. You'll just be thinking about men and getting fucked all day and night long. So, close your eyes, darling. Let me fuck you to sleep, Alexandra. Sleep, and you'll wake up in paradise."

"Sleep? ... No, Charlie, NO!" Alexandra protested, realizing too late that something was terribly wrong. "Stop talking like that, Charlie; I know what you are doing. You are trying to hypnotize me!" she protested, feeling WOPI's techniques being used against her.

"Just a little, Alexandra. I'm just helping you relax. You've tried to be a dominant female too long. Hypnosis will help you give in to your deeper, submissive side, the side that makes you do anything to get fucked. Don't fight me, Alexandra. Surrender to the pleasure," he slightly increased his tempo, driving her closer to climax.

"No, no," she protested, but she was already starting to buck against him.

"Surrender to my prick, going in you so deep, so good. You need some come, Alexandra and that's just what I'm going to do, give you a big charge of fuck. Get ready for an injection of my man-seed. Yes!" He grunted and came, and came again and again. As the hot fuck blasted into Alexandra's burning vagina, it began to douse the fire of passion that was consuming her insides. The incredible tension in Alexandra's over-excited body drained away. Her muscles relaxed; her eyes fluttered closed.

Suffocated by lust, at last, Alexandra's sated mind succumbed to the hypnotic words and she drifted deeper into unconsciousness.

The watcher of the scene from a hidden camera, gurgled with excitement. That took care of Alexandra. Now SHE would take care of Captain Knight.

To be continued...

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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 06



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Chapter 6: David and Claire

David smiled when he heard the click of the door's security system. Ten o'clock; even earlier than usual. What a wonderfully horny woman Alexandra had turned out to be. In fact the more they made love, the more she seemed to like it, to need it. He had given Alexandra a long slow workout that morning that left her panting for more and reluctant to leave. That usually meant she would be back around noon for a quickie. He smiled. By this time of day Alexandra would be ravenous for his prick. He liked it when Alexandra came to him in great need; it heightened the irony. To the women of WOPI, he was Alexandra's personal prisoner and they thought that behind these closed doors their leader was slowly subverting his will, conditioning him to be a helpless slave of WOPI. It hadn't worked out that way. He had been able to make her his slave because she wanted and needed to be fucked. She hadn't had him in her for hours. She would be more than eager.

David got a shock, therefore, when he opened the door! A woman younger than Alexandra, blond and just as well built came in. She wore the standard WOPI garb, the deeply V-neck and excruciatingly short white smock that never failed to stiffen his prick, whoever wore it. She saw his surprise and smiled.

"Good morning, Captain Knight. I thought it was time we got to know each other. I'm Dr. Hillary, Claire Hillary, the chief psychologist here at WOPI. I supervise the women who condition the men we "invite" to headquarters. I normally spend a night with our guest after he has been here a week or so to check how well our girls are doing at keeping him happy."

"I suppose that is unnecessary with me. Alexandra seems to have taken charge of me personally," he replied nervously.

"So it seems." Her smile was a little cold. "Nevertheless, I've been wanting to spend some sack time with you for quite a while to see how good a job Alexandra is doing." She paused, then continued. "Of course, I have heard you have an especially nice dork that penetrates a woman most satisfyingly. I love to have a properly conditioned man fall into bed with me and fill my pussy to send me off my nut. Unfortunately, Alexandra has been rather selfish with you and made you 'unavailable' for my examination. It's quite a distinction."

"Perhaps Alexandra thought I was particularly difficult to control," he suggested.

"Or perhaps there was some 'other' reason," the blonde replied archly.

"I wouldn't know; I have nothing to do with the decision," David replied nervously, both because Claire seemed to know Alexandra's and his secret relationship and at the realization of the attraction he felt for her.

"No? Some of us who listen to Alexandra in hear at night, yelping with ecstasy, think you and that long thick woman-pleaser between your legs have everything to do with it," she smirked. "When our leader comes out after a session with you, we see Alexandra with the glassy eyes and silly vacant grin of a woman who has been 'screwed nude, and unglued.'"

"That we have sex is hardly a surprise, is it?" David fended.

"We think it's more than that. We believe that after the boss felt you inside her that first night in bed, she 'took a liking to you.' And we know what part she likes! If she isn't careful, a large and satisfying enough cock can sometimes make even a normally intelligent and aggressive woman stop thinking about anything except the next time she's going to get her pussy reamed. We suspect once your long thick tool penetrated our unsuspecting leader's hot little box, she forgot about WOPI and NASO. She became just another silly female who needs to get her cunt stuffed so bad she'll let a man's prick do her thinking for her. And you've been keeping the boss so well supplied with the sex she craves, she hasn't been able to or hasn't even wanted to put you under proper control."

"I don't know what you mean. It's true she enjoys making love frequently."

"*That* we know, Captain! Frequently?" Claire huffed. "Alexandra can't seem to get enough of you. When our newly over-sexed chief executive comes to visit you at night, she is already horny. Her cunt has been juicing up for hours in anticipation of getting a good reaming from your long stiff woman-pleaser. To everyone else, Alexandra is a cold, hard taskmistress. For you, she's a playmate. She only wants to please you so you will keep putting it to her. She dresses up in baby-doll nighties, and pulls them up, begging you to fondle her pussy. She rolls over in bed and spreads her legs, whimpering to get her cunt crammed full of your long thick dick. We have seen how she throws her legs in the air so your prick rubs her clit better as you shaft her deeply or lifts her ass so you will take her from behind. You've discovered our boss will do anything for the man whose meat is keeping her cunt filled to satisfaction."

"So? She enjoys sex. You said you do, too," David replied.

"Yes, but I love power more. I enjoy as man only when he is completely my slave. With Alexandra it's different. She knows what she's going to get from you every night and you don't disappoint her. I've had monitors placed in this room and I watch how you meet her at the door. I see the crazy eagerness in her eyes when you take her in your arms and melt her with a kiss before she can think of anything else. You know her tits are the randy cow's weakness so immediately you reach inside her shift and begin working her gazookas. How the slut loves letting your hands on her boobs turn on that flow of hormones that will eventually overpower any woman with desire. You know that playing with the breasts of a woman like Alexandra puts her brain on standby and ignites the itch in her pussy."

"Does she know you have been spying on her?" David demanded.

"What sort of fool do you think I am?" she sniffed and continued, pacing up and down and she lectured him, enjoying her moment of triumph. "I see that soon you've got her boobs hard as rocks, her nipples erect from arousal. Then your hand goes up under her smock to knead her ass. You've told her to wear them short and to go without panties to give you easier access to her box and she gladly complies. She loves the way you play with her sex. A finger goes into her weeping cunt and you begin to diddle our leader thoroughly. A couple of orgasms later and our feminist leader is spreading her legs and moaning for a MAN's prick."

The total disdain in Claire's' voice was chilling. She was glaring at him now like prosecutor at the defendant during the summation of a trial. "When you've worked Alexandra into an insane rut, you lay her down in bed, push open up her legs, and slowly insert your long, thick cock deep into that ravenous pussy. As she feels your prick slide into her, inch by long thick inch, deeper into her burning cunt, she looses it. Slowly, rhythmically you move your cock in and out, always touching her clitoris, filling and pleasuring her. You can make her wraith and bray with lust as one orgasm after another rolls over her, deadening her brain. You keep the silly woman coming until she is physically and psychologically ravaged."

David could see that Claire's anger was directed almost as much at Alexandra as at him. Shaking her finger at him, she continued to vent. "She comes one last time when you finally unload a big charge of hot man-fuck into her pussy. The thick hot jism hits her like a narcotic. We have watched the idiotic, satisfied smile spread over her face. She purrs with contentment as she feels your dick continue to pump her pussy full of semen. Gradually, her eyes glaze over and flutter closed; her body goes limp, overpowered by ecstasy. You've put our leader to sleep with an orgasm. She doesn't know anything until morning although you rouse her to semi-consciousness several more times that night to put it in her and make her cum. And of course she won't leave in the morning until she's opened her legs and had you roger her again."

"And why should you care how Alexandra spend her nights?"

"It's my JOB to care! Her weakness can ruin everything, more that even she realized. And it's not only at night you have her wanting it. Since you've been getting into her, she thinks she can't live through a day without your cock going into her at least once. We know she slips in here about this time in the morning, when she thinks no one is looking, for a quickie. If she can, she insists you give her a full down-on-her-back, legs-in-the-air reaming. If there is no time for that, she drops her drawers, gets down on all fours, and has you bang her from the rear for a few minutes until she's breathless from multiple orgasms. So you see why I am eager to spend some time with you."

"You mean you want to see for yourself what your boss has been enjoying." David grinned slyly.

"No, I mean to put a stop to it," she retorted sharply.

"What's wrong? We both enjoy ourselves."

"Two things, Captain Knight. First, the boss is "enjoying" letting you keep her itchy cunt stimulated so much, she has allowed you to remain free of WOPI control. Worse, although she doesn't know it, we know you to pump her for information. At night between orgasms we've seen what you do. You leave your still stiff cock in her cunt 

and fondle her breasts while you ply her with questions. She answers you like a happy zombie. You are using your prick to make our leader into a NATO mole."

"So I'm curious about how you operate," he replied. "I have no way of getting information out of here.

"You]d like us to think that. Unfortunately for you, one of our "guests" is a real techie who helped us get into and monitor Alexandra's Internet traffic. Since then, he's been giving us everything. They must be getting worried since their clever Captain Knight's e-mails stopped arriving," she smirked, seeing David's shock. "It'll be fun to see what they do next. But for starters, I'm just going to make sure you never fuck Alexandra again."

"And what does Alexandra think about that?"

"She wouldn't like it -- if she could think," Claire smiled smugly "But I have made sure she 'can't' think, right now and for a long time. Alexandra is fully occupied this afternoon with the pastime you introduced her to -- having her pussy filled."

"I don't believe you. She doesn't screw anyone but me.

"Normally she wouldn't. But to make sure she was in the right mood, I slipped a few drops of testosterone in her morning coffee."

"Why? Do you want to keep her safe from me by masculinizing her, make her grow facial hair?"

"Not at all, my friend. In small doses testosterone does exactly the opposite. It makes a woman more feminine in the most primitive way. Female athletes who let their coaches give them 'big T' to 'improve their performance' found out the hard way it made then perform better, all right ... on their backs, to their coach's total satisfaction. They craved orgasms so bad, even the straight women started going down for other women. Back at the women's athletic dorms it was one long orgy with the girls spending all night with their heads between each other's legs getting each other off."

"I don't believe you!" David replied.

"In that case, you might find this video I had made very interesting. It shows the visit of one of my favorite toy boy to Alexandra an hour or so ago."

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"You see, she never had a chance," Claire smirked. "As we speak Alexandra is on an airplane with a testosterone patch implanted to keep her horny as a skunk. Charlie is at her bedside to put his prick in her every few hours t keep the rutting woman in a dazed, happy stupor. By tomorrow Alexandra and Charlie will be at a secluded island resort. If all goes as planned," Claire explained, "Alexandra will never return to WOPI."

"What? Do you mean ... foul play?" His reaction surprised David himself. Though sick from watching Charlie seduce his Alexandra, the thought of them actually harming her was a horror.

"How sweet!" Claire chuckled, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're sweet on our EX leader. No, there will be no foul play, just a very dirty trick. You see, a few weeks ago I switched Alexandra's contraceptives for placebos. The poor horny dear doesn't know it, but sometime in the next few days, she'll become fertile. And my Charlie and the other boys out there will be shooting live ammunition."

David stared at her aghast.

"That's right! As a result of this crazy little affair with her new young boyfriend, in a few weeks Alexandra is going to find herself pregnant! Just think of the juicy scandal! The powerful head of WOPI is seduced by a hunk twenty years her junior. Completely sex crazed, the famous feminist runs away with her stud boy. And during a non-stop sex spree the suddenly promiscuous Miss Milan promptly lets herself get knocked up like the silliest teenager who can't keep her pants up! Worse, she won't even know who the baby's father is."

"You ARE and evil bitch," David spat.

"I try," Claire replied with sarcasm. "Imagine Alexandra trying to run this place, waddling around in maternity dresses with her tits swelling up like balloons and her tight tummy sticking out, especially if she still had the hots for Charlie and has to take time out every few hours to get mommy-to-be's pussy re-charged. No, Alexandra will be finished as the head of WOPI. I'll take over."

David stared at her in shock.

"So your girlfriend won't be back, boo hoo hoo," Claire smirked. "That will solve WOPI's problem and give me plenty of time to solve your problem, too."

"My problem?" David asked apprehensively.

"Why yes, David," she smiled arrogantly, "a serious problem. By sexually dominating Alexandra, you have been missing out on the true pleasure of sexual conditioning. Alexandra was supposed to show you just how marvelous it is to have a big sexy woman take the sexual initiative while you surrender totally in passive pleasure. You don't know yet the incomparable bliss of being totally enslaved by the sexual power of a woman who knows how to totally despoil a man's libido. Your prick has had Alexandra too much in rut for her to be able to put you under that delicious spell, to enfold you into that exquisite bondage that men come to crave."

The cheep rhetoric did little to reassure David that it might not be true.

"Fortunately, you need wait no longer. With Alexandra otherwise occupied," she chuckled ominously, "I am taking over your conditioning. You and I will make love right now and I'll start making up for what you've been missing."

"I don't think I've missed anything." he responded, defensively. "Not with Alexandra!"

"Such touching loyalty!" she sniffed. "That's because you haven't spent a night in MY arms yet, David! As a psychologist, I know how to make you experience total satiation. You will be overpowered by a sexual attraction is so strong it makes you helpless. You may try to resist me at first, but you will eventually succumb to my plump sexiness. You can't help yourself; it's a kind of mental rape. I use desire to violate first your mind, then your body, and finally your will."

David shivered, but listened with growing dread.

"It starts out the same as being seduced, David. I'm sure a highly sexed man like you has fallen many times into the clutches of a determined woman even before Carmen and Alexandra. When a woman wants to make you fuck, you look like the kind of man that always yields in the end. You will yield to me, too, but this time the pleasure will be so much greater, and the effect permanent."

"What makes you so sure. I've always come out on top before."

"Very funny! This time you loose, because I'm not just some little girl who is hot for your pecker. I want more than to get you excited enough to make you stick it in me when you weren't at first intending to. I hardly care about the sex. I'm out to totally dominate you."

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"Let me show you," she replied. :"Shall I open my blouse for you so you can stare at my big feelable, suckable tits? I'll drop my skirt. Seeing me just in panties inflames your desire. My body is arousing you, but I do not want to excite you, Captain Knight. I want to use overpowering lust as a drug to tranquilize you. The craving for my body is starting to make you weak and docile, unable to resist my will. I am using sex to pacify you, to take away your will and ability to fight me."

David fought to ignore her words but they poured over him like a river at flood.

"Look at me, David," she said, softer now, stating to inch slowly closer. "Look at my big round tits. See them bouncing, bouncing up and down. You can't take your eyes off of me, can you?. Stare at me, David. Gape. Gaze at my wide hips swaying back and forth. They are putting you into a trance, David, making you feel warm and helpless, aren't they? You feel lazy and languid. You'd love to have sex with me, but you are enervated. You only want to lie in my arms. You are so weak, David," she whispered. "My sex has taken away all your strength. You have to let me do everything for you now." she said sitting down by him and putting her hand in his pants.

It felt wonderful. "Claire!" he moaned.

"Don't speak, darling. I know how badly you want me. That's all right... Do nothing. Rest. I'll unzip you and play with you prick until its hard enough. I'm going to get you ready to fuck like a lascivious aunt fondling her innocent teenage nephew." She smiled to see his eyes glaze as the erotic daydream she suggested took him. "You are a good little boy that knows his auntie is naughty. She wants to make you do bad things. You don't want to be bad, but auntie knows how to touch your penis and make it feel good. So you let auntie continue." she said cradling his head to her bosom. "Auntie is going to make her little boy do anything she says. That's a good boy, Captain. Rest your head against my bosom. You need to rest," she said stroking his face gently.

Unconsciously, David's eyes closed and his mouth opened

"Take my breast," she cooed, placing the erect nipple of a hard round booby to my lips. "You want to nurse me. Suck my tits like a baby. My breasts will soothe and quiet you. You will soon forget, forget everything. I rubbed my pretty boobies with a mild tranquilizer. Sucking my boobies will lightly sedate you. The drug makes you feel very good, Davie, very happy, very peaceful. You are content to lie in my arms and let me soothe you, stroke your penis, and arose you. It feels very nice. You are getting very sleepy, Davie, drifting slowly, like a feather, down, down into my power, deeper, deeper." She smiled as his eyes closed and he began to nurse.

"You are feeling very weak, Davie baby, too weak to control Alexandra any longer; you do not even want her. She's like all the other women that used to please you; they demanded too much exertion. You are no longer capable of that, my little darling. From now on you will need a woman like me, strong enough to satisfy you without your effort. After I we fuck, you will be unable to have sex with any woman who does not dominate you. I'll make you crave sex and you'll be dependent on me to satisfy you. Your need will make you my slave. But you will accept your enslavement gladly because I will keep you drained. You'll be sated and happy until its time to leave WOPI."

Her words were now just a pleasant buzz in his ear, like the soft flap, flap, flap of a ceiling fan on a hot afternoon siesta far away.

"And now the time has come to yield completely to me Davie. Surrender fully to me as I gently put you to sleep." His pants were down and she laid him back on the soft couch. "Lie down and relax, now." she whispered as he sank back on the bed. "It will soon be over. I will make this feel so ... good, Davie," she whispered now, as she took his throbbing penis and slid it up into her warm moist cunt. "I'm on top of you Davie, dominating you the way you like it. I've got your penis up in me, it can't escape; it doesn't want to escape. You love the feel of my weight, pinning you helpless on your back. You can feel my power over you and accept it. I'm fucking you, Davie, my pet. As I ride up and down on your cock, moving it in and out of my pussy, you are slipping deeper under my control. I will fuck you until you can no longer think. Only feel... feel so sleepy... feel so good to get fucked... to sleep. Fucked... to sleep. Fucked..." The last thing he remembered was his come spurting up into Claire's pussy. Then blackness.




WOPI Chronicles Ch. 06



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Davie awoke in the arms of the most wonderful, the sexiest woman in the world, the only woman he could ever want. He didn't remember much about last night, only making love to Claire. Or rather Claire making love to him, sending him to transports of ecstasy he never dreamed of. "Good morning, Claire," he said softly, happy just to be with his goddess.

"Good morning, Davie. I was a very bad girl last night, I hope you don't mind.

"You don't look bad to me," he replied reaching up to stroke one of her lovely breasts.

"That's exactly the way I was bad. I stole you away from your girlfriend."

Davie thought of Alexandra and knew whom she Claire meant. He remembered in an abstract way that until yesterday Alexandra and he used to have sex, passionate sex. He had begun to suspect that they were falling in love. And there was more - Alexandra used to tell him things, important things. But that seemed irrelevant ages ago. Alexandra meant nothing to him now. Claire was everything!

"You succeeded. What are you going to do with the stolen property," he asked, starting to nibble Claire's hardening nipple.

"Don't trouble your little head about that, my pet. I have plans," the smiling blonde replied. "I have plans."

To be continued.

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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 07



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Teresa prepares to rescue David from the women of WOPI. But what if David does not want to be rescued?

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Chapter 7 - Teresa to the Rescue

"Because it has all the markings of a wild goose chase, that's why!" Rutherford Brady was almost shouting now. He had never expected Teresa to accept his "no" easily, but she was very persistent. "How can you be so sure you can find the place?"

"The tech boys place the latitude and longitude about 45 Km. northeast of Cadiz. There is a little town there, Alqueria, where I can look around. A complex the size David describes can't be hidden.

"And why you, instead of one of our Spanish agents?"

"For one, they may have been compromised. For another I'm as expert in hypnotic control as anyone in NASO. Finally, can any of them hope to get into the place passing for a Latin American 'indocumentada' looking for work as a maid?"

Rutherford gazed at Teresa. She sure didn't look like a maid right now in her black, shrink-wrap miniskirt and demi-bra. He tried to imagine the dark-skinned fireball in scruffy clothes, but all he could come up with was her in no clothes at all. He shook his head. She had a point. She could look the part of an illiterate peasant, as he knew her grandparents had been. Teresa had used raw intelligence (and her stunningly sexy body), fueled by a passionate hatred of the drug traffickers who had murdered an older brother, to claw her way into and then up the NASO hierarchy.

Moreover, Rutherford knew she wasn't going to give up because it was David. He was a friend but he had been more than that. They had become lovers almost as soon as she arrived from the Central American branch. Everyone knew it could not last; each was too dominant, but for a few months they had carried on an incandescent affair.

"Oh, Rudie, you know I'll do a good job, for YOU. I want you to be proud of me," she to cooed. 

Somehow the cleavage between those large, mouthwatering breast seemed to grow. Warning bells started going off all over Rutherford's brain. He didn't want to give Teresa an excuse to try to seduce him; he was pretty sure she'd succeed. Knowing when he was beaten, Rutherford sighed, "Very well, Teri, start preparations."

"Actually, I have completed them. I just have one more thing to take care of in the office," she smiled.

Presumptuous of her to anticipate his agreement, but typical, Rutherford mused as he watched Teri's sinuous hips wiggle out the door. He wondered if he had done the right thing. Damn! No panty lines.

Back in the office, Teri checked her air tickets and computer security protocols to see that everything was in order. Clothes and disguise had been packed last night. Yes, just one more piece of business she needed to take care of before leaving. She wasn't going to have much opportunity for sex for she didn't know how long. Better go off as well satisfied as possible. "Ralph, " she spoke into the intercom, "come in please, I NEED you.

She had removed and folded her blouse and was unhooking her bra when the young man came in with his steno pad. His eyes grew wide with concern when he saw his sexy boss half-naked. "Oh, no, Ms Carrillo! You're not going on mission, again, are you?" A strange look of fear and excitement came over him.

"Ralph, sweetie, you knew when I hired you, it wasn't just for your shorthand. You know what I need!" Teresa almost growled with lust.

"Ms ... Ms ... Carrillo, do you want us ... You want me ... to make love to you?

"Oh, Ralph, honey" she cooed as she slinked closer. The jiggle of her dark breasts reached out and seized the young man's eyes. "How sweet of you to even THINK about making love to a grown-up woman like me. Of course I wouldn't ask that of you."

A mixture of relief and disappointment flickered across Ralph's face. Now he was really confused as Teresa continued approaching him with the same fire in her eye. Her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and her magnificent tits were undulating marvelously.

"You can put any thought of making love to me right out of your mind, honey," she husked. "All I want is for you to bend me over this armchair and fuck the daylights out of me!" Teresa said matter of factly as she dropped her skirt.

"But warm me up, first, baby," she instructed and pressed the astonished young man onto his knees. "Yesss!" she hissed and drew his face into her already dripping bush. Some time later with the assistance of the staff of her staff assistant, Teresa was howling in ecstasy through her umpteenth orgasm.

Down the hall Teresa's cries of delight were clearly audible. Rutherford sometimes wished agent Carrillo could find some more conventional way to prepare for fieldwork. He knew, however, that Ethyl would be pleasantly surprised that night, although secrecy as well as modesty would not allow him to explain source of his ardor. He seldom made love to his wife as vigorously as on the days that Teri left on a journey. And he was pretty sure that the conception of several babies born to women working on this floor could be traced to the same phenomenon.

Even before the last of Teri's howls had died away Rutherford heard drawers and file cabinets being closed and locked as people began to rush home to take care of suddenly urgent business. Using a washroom in the next several minutes could also be embarrassing.

A half-hour later, when Teresa's heels were clicking smartly down the corridor heading for the exit and a waiting car, few were around to hear them.

*****

Several thousand miles away Captain David Knight, if somehow he could have known of the goings on back at NASO Headquarters, would have been utterly incapable of understanding what all the fuss was about. He certainly would not have felt any need for being rescued. He was spending another wonderful day with his new girlfriend. Claire didn't give him as much attention as the first days after they met (that was getting pretty fuzzy now, anyway) but she still made him feel special.

Every night after dinner, even if he had eaten alone and was already dozing off, Claire came to him. It was heaven to feel her slip into his bed and let her take him in her arms. As if her weren't already sleepy enough, she would place a hard, firm nipple of one of her perfect breasts into his mouth and allow him to nurse as she whispered soothing words to him. It never failed to send him off to dreamland.

Later -- he never knew how much later, time with Claire was always fuzzy -- he often woke up enough to realize that his marvelous, sexy girlfriend was ready for him to please her. What a joy and privilege he felt that she had chosen him to bring her pleasure with his mouth and tongue between her legs. Day after day she had gently instructed him in her preferences and he felt a deep pride in knowing just how to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. His reward was to be permitted to drink the rich spend of her climaxes. He adored the way she tasted as he did everything about her.

Sometimes when she was especially pleased with his service or particularly horny, she would fuck him. To lie on his back, looking up through half-closed eyes at her golden hair flying and her rounded white breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him to orgasm, was recompense far beyond his deserts. And the sleep that overcame him when she at last let him come in her was the sweetest slumber a man could experience.

David sensed more than remembered how they slept when she was finished making love to him and wanted to be held, her large ass pressed into the crook of his crotch, one of his arms under her neck and the other over her waist, his face buried in her neck. She held his hands, sometimes clasping the upper one to her breast if she wanted to be felt up one more time. If she rolled, he moved to compensate, maintaining as close contact of their bodies as the male and female anatomies permitted.

Mornings were almost as good as nights. Claire was very generous with her time, letting David spend many long lazy minutes drinking her essence before she arose. It was almost incredible to think that this perfect woman let HIM put his face between her soft plump thighs and bring her to one screaming morning climax after another. Then when she was at last well satisfied, she drew his head to her bosom and put him back to sleep with her luscious breasts and soft words.

When he woke again after Claire had gone, he headed for the gym. Claire insisted he stay in shape; "It improves your stamina, darling," she had explained. After lunch he was always sleepy and napped in his bed, drifting off to soft music. Later, he was free to return to the gym or read or just sit and fantasize about her and reflect on his good fortune to share the bed and body of this most wonderful creature.

When the time came, he would not fail her.

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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Alexandra on the Island

Alexandra, Alexi as everyone called her here, didn't understand why she was in a perpetual rut, but she was having too much fun to worry about it. She was glad she had finally decided to take some time off from WOPI. She wondered if this really counted as vacation, however; she sure wasn't getting much rest! She had stayed very busy for the last - she wasn't sure just how long she'd been here -- going down for everything in pants. Charlie, the pretty office toy she had brought with her did his best, poor dear, but he just couldn't keep up with her sooped-up sex drive. Fortunately Alexi found enough sexy lifeguards, well-hung gardeners, and beefy beach hounds around to see that her ravenous pussy stayed occupied around the clock. Charlie, even when he wasn't snoozing to recuperate, didn't seem to care.

This was perfect, she thought as she looked over at the young stud she had bedded the night before. What was his name? Oh, yes, Kevin. His hard young body thrilled and aroused her all over again. Time for action. She elbowed him in the ribs with enough force to awaken him. She felt a little sorry for him; she hadn't let him get much sleep last night, but young men are supposed to be resilient. "Kevin, darling, I'm feeling sexy again," she giggled and snuggled closer against last night's conquest and kissing his cute little nipples.

Kevin opened one eye, trying to remember how he got in bed with this deliciously super-charged older babe. He had never met a woman so hot to get laid. He couldn't remember how many times he had fucked her before he had collapsed in exhaustion. 

"Oh, honey, you were wonderful to me last night! I've never had anyone who could make me come like you," she whispered. This was a bit of a white lie, but Alexi knew it was a good way to get a man ready for the next round. "I knew I wanted to go to bed with you as soon as I saw you in that bar."

The bar! That brought everything back into focus for Kevin. He sat up and grinned. "Really? I thought that you only got interested in bed when I started feeling your boobies," the young man teased back. "Wasn't it running my hand up your leg and fingering you pussy that really turned you on?"

"No, darling," she chuckled. "I'm not like little girls your age whom you have to 'turn on.' I'm a full-grown woman and I was already wet when you stuck your finger in me, remember?" she giggled. Indeed, he remembered wondering if his finger would need gills. "Anyway, it was so sexy the way you got me off there in the middle of the crowed bar without anybody noticing."

"They may have pretended not to notice me putting my hand up your skirt, Alexi," he laughed, "But they sure as hell knew what I was doing. You are not subtle when you come, baby, especially not the first time. And the ecstatic expression on your face when you stumbled out of there with me showed everyone what was going on."

"Of course I was happy, you evil man. You never took your finger out of my cunt! You made me come again every few steps," Alexi giggled again. "But the best was the first doggie fuck when we got back here. And I want you to warm me up and do me again. I'm keeping you in bed with me until you make love to me. I hate to have breakfast before having my pussy plowed."

Later in the morning, while her erstwhile conquistador was still recuperating, Alexi put on a silly excuse for a bikini and headed off to a secluded beach for a swim. Luckily, she was able to pick up a well-equipped himbo along the way. Laughing as they come out of the water, Alexi flopped down under a tree beside her latest acquisition.

"That was exhausting, honey, let's relax a while," she said as she pressed herself close to her pick-up. "Ummm. I know something you can do to really help me relax," she purred as the proximity to the young man's hard body lit the fire in her loins. "Why don't you pop my top and feel me up, darling?"

"You mean you want me to play with your titties, Alexi, like this...?" he replied, not needing to be invited twice to the same party.

"Oh, yes like that! ... It feels heavenly!" she almost swooned as his strong hands took control of her rapidly hardening breasts.

"I don't know if I should be doing this, Alexi," he teased, "according to what the other boys say..."

"Oh? And what do the boys say about me?" Alexi whispered contentedly, squirming with the pleasure of his hands and lips on her enflamed nipples.

"They say your are really an easy lay, Alexi. They say the man who feels you up can get you really turned on. And once he works you up, it's easy to get into your pants."

"They get into my pants, do they?" she teased. "And what do the boys claim to do with me when they get into my pants?"

"They say when a boy gets his hands on your pussy, you get so horny you fuck like a wild woman!"

"Sounds like I have a reputation to live up to. Too bad I'm not wearing pants for you to get into. You might like what you find there," she teased back as he pulled down her bikini. "Do you find anything interesting?"

"I'd say! A big beautiful twat, Alexi, and so wet!" he remarked as her inserted a finger in her pussy and began frigging her clit. "You really want it, don't you?

"Oh, yes. Do you know what to do with a horny woman with a warm, wet cunt?" she challenged, her eyes already closed.

"I do, Alexi. I fill her up with a big thick dick. You want a dork right in here, do you?" he asked as he slipped his prick into her well-lubricated pleasure hole.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned semi-consciously as her first orgasm mounted.

"I guess you just want me to fuck your brains out," he declared as he began pounding away at Alexi's pussy. She bellowed her agreement as he made her come and come.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Alexi knew there was something she was forgetting. Why had she decided to take off work from work? And before Charlie there had been another boyfriend, but she just couldn't remember him. It was just too difficult. Contentedly she closed her eyes and let whatever his name finish her off. She felt him stiffen. In a few more moments her pussy would receive his warm thick sperm. It never failed to send her to dreamland. A very relaxing vacation indeed.

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"I though I might find you here," Charlie grinned down at her. Alexi opened her eyes and smiled. Looking around she saw the time had flown. Her mid-morning fuck had gone. No matter. She looked up at Charlie eagerly. "Ready for some lunch and then a siesta?" he offered.

"Why not combine the two," Alexi growled with unrestrained lust, lunging to pull down Charlie's swim trunks and taking his large stiff prick into her mouth.

To be continued...

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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Teresa Betrayed

Teresa worked her way down the corridor methodically holding a mop in one hand and cleaning supplies in the other. Her hair was unwashed and pulled back in an unattractive ponytail. Scruffy clothes hid the sculpted body of the NASO operative. In fact she looked much like a Central American peasant girl, as indeed, her grandmother had been.

She had been employed by WOPI as a cleaning woman, but getting this far had taken longer than she planned. Then had come the excruciating wait as her cleaning contingent rotated to clean the large white building where Teresa suspected the "important" prisoners - and Knight would certainly be important - were held. She dared not try to force the schedule lest she arouse suspicion, but she realized that every day was precious. Suspension of his messages had occurred oven six weeks ago and that could mean he had been uncovered. Delay meant more time for Knight to be subjected to the women's brainwashing.

At last today was her contingent's turn on the big building. Teresa entered each room in turn and observed the unconscious man on the low bed-like table. She could just hear the mind-altering hum of words being poured into each man's brain. She had seen them or others talking and laughing with young women on the grounds of the "resort." It was hard to feel sorry for most of them. Not that Teresa approved of brainwashing, but 90% of the conversion would actually do these retrogrades good. The problem was the last 10% that made them slaves to WOPI. She hoped that Knight was still getting the first 90%. She smiled to herself at the thought of seeing some of his macho bluster taken out of him. Cleaning each room meticulously, she hurried to the next.

Of course it had to be the last one, the largest room at the end of the corridor. She recognized Knight as soon as she cracked the door. Time for action. Staying out of camera range, Teresa slapped a wad of what appeared to be silly putty onto the main lead. The electronics inside the goo recorded a little over a minute of non-activity and began sending the bogus signal to the monitors in the control room in an endless loop.

It was odd to approach Knight in this weakened, vulnerable state. He was always so strong with her; one of the few men who could almost hold his own with the hot-blooded agent. As she looked down at the apparently sleeping partner, she wondered what images and words were being insinuated into his brain. Whatever it was involved sex; his erection showed that. Damn, he looked good! Seeing the hard-bodied male, Teresa realized that the delays in getting the job and getting to this point had allowed time for her libido to rise near boiling. She needed a good fuck and soon! Well, there would be time for that in a few hours, as soon as she got Knight out of this hellhole.

Carefully she removed the headphones and visor. She wondered if he had been drugged to make him more receptive to the conditioning and perhaps could not be awakened. With relief she saw him start to stir. "It's me, Knight. Wake up! Let me get you out of here," she whispered.

Gradually Knight opened his eyes and slowly comprehension seemed to seep into them. He smiled when he saw who had wakened him. "Teresa! Am I glad to see you. God do you look good."

"Thanks, honey, but let's hurry before they discover us. I know a way out through the laundry."

Knight paused. He seemed to think a moment. "But Teresa, I can't go; you don't know how horny I am, how horny they keep me. I need a quick one and bad.

"Don't worry, sport! I'm horny enough myself to fuck a fence post. Let me get you out of here and I'll screw your lights out!" she giggled.

"Sorry, Teresa, but I can t wait! I need it so bad. Please," he said and reached for the beautiful agent, kissing her deeply.

"Don't be foolish, Knight ..." His lips on her own muffled her protest. A hand on her ass settled the matter. A quickie would do them both good. She needed her wits about her for the escape. She thought more clearly when she wasn't seething with lust, she rationalized. Teresa shuddered with pleasure as Knight slipped his had inside her blouse. Thankfully she was not wearing a bra and he had free rein with her large and sensitive breasts. Opening her blouse enough, he began to kiss and suck on her nipples, alternately teasing them with his tongue and drawing all of the areola deep into his mouth, sending glorious sensations to her brain.

There was no denying that Knight had learned what she liked during their affair. Even as she began to moan from the delicate ministrations to her tits, she felt the still more wonderful sensation of his hand under her skirt, gently rubbing between her legs. This was turning into something much better than a quickie.

"Oh Teresa, you are so delicious, I've got to have you!" Knight whispered as the hand that was still fondling her breast went to aid its companion in removing her panties and ruck her skirt up to give him full access to her now gushing pussy. He sat her on the bed.

"Thanks, Knight, but don't bother warming me up; just fuck me; I'm ready.

"I know you are darling," he said as his mouth on her snatch confirmed his words.

"No, honey, just ...Augggg!" Teresa moaned as he began to lick and molest her labia with his tongue. "Hurry, darling, please!" she gasped as he managed to begin toying with her clit even as his hands returned to her breasts, doubling the assault on her senses. With excruciating patience Knight switched between gentle lapping of her sex with maddening brief forays to her engorged clitoris. Teresa, moaned as she felt orgasm approach and then recede as Knight varied his attack on her pussy.

"Hurry up, you bastard," Teresa hissed with eyes and teeth clinched shut. "I can't take much more of this. She moaned again as she felt his soft hands cup her breasts.

Soft? 

"On the contrary, dear, take your time. You're doing a wonderful job on her. Carry on," a feminine voice replied. "Hold her right there on the edge while we girls have a little chat."

Teresa opened her horrified eyes to see a large blond woman smiling down at her massaging Teresa's breasts magisterially. "I'm sorry, Teri; she made me, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Knight almost sobbed before renewing his exquisite attack on her pussy. Teresa tried to push the woman away, only to discover that her arms were already fastened to the bed.

"Stop!" Teresa demanded. "Let me go!"

"Not likely, you randy little bitch. I'm just getting started on you. In a few minutes you'll be begging me to let you come."

"Who are you?" Teresa asked defiantly even as David's mouth on her sex made rational though almost impossible.

"I'm Dr. Claire Hillary and I don't need to ask who you are, Ms Carrillo. You made a big mistake thinking you could sneak in here and abscond with one of our prize assets before we're through with him," she smirked. "As soon as I discovered David's all-too-clever business with Alexandra and dealt with HER, it wasn't hard to get him to tell me whom to expect from NASO. He gets very cooperative after I've fucked him silly," she smirked. "I must say you do LOOK like a peasant, but I doubt than many Central American indocumentadas travel with such a fine set of vibrators in their belongings, sweetie. No worry, you won't be needing them ever again, where you're going."

"You'll regret killing me. The murder of a NASO agent has never gone without revenge." Teresa replied, fury enabling her, barely, to put aside David's wonderful attack on her pussy.

"Teresa, Teresa," Claire replied condescendingly. "I'm not going to harm a hair on your head, or even one on your pretty little pussy. Au contraire, my dear. I'm going to send you on a nice long vacation where you can get fucked out of your mind as often as wish. In fact, we'll even provide some hormonal assistance to that well- known libido of yours, just as I did with the weakling slut, Alexandra. You're going to be one happy woman!"

"Never!" Teresa spat.

"See, with that attitude you wouldn't enjoy all the good times I have planned for you. But a few hours of these," Claire nodded toward the earphones Teresa had removed from Knight, "will produce the needed improvement in your outlook." The evil smile of total victory was chilling.

"You think you can brainwash me so easily?" Teresa sniffed, relying on her skills to resist the conditioning.

"Indeed! First because eroto-hypnotism works off of your orgasm. David tells me your are milti-orgasmic, which is very convenient. Each orgasm rips away a little bit more of your inner self and allows our 'suggestions' to penetrate deeper in your mind. We can do with a hot little number like you in hours what it would take days to do with most women or weeks to do with a man. Second, I don't have to make you into a slave of WOPI, as I have David; we have quite enough pretty women already and with David, we'll won't even need anyone else inside of NASO. All I need to do to you is just cloak enough memory to get you to stay at our island paradise. The constant reinforcement in that ravenous cunt you'll get there will do the rest," she chuckled.

"You'll never succeed!"

"Oh, but I will. All it takes is that that orgasm you need so badly. Yield to me and I let you get off. A nice hard cum and a long nap of continuous wet dreams. How does the sound, dearie?"

"No!" Teresa replied summoning all her strength.

"Don't be that way, baby. Just let go. I know you want it," Claire cooed, nodding to David to bring Teresa closer as she also began to fondle the petite brunette's nipples more vigorously. "Poor Teri, fighting me, fighting off the desire to come is so tiring. You can't keep it up forever, especially with that wonderful orgasm so close now. Relax and let it happen, baby. It'll feel soooo good and then you can sleep. Close those pretty eyes for me, honey. It'll all be over soon."

"No, no, no," Teresa moaned but she could feel her body betraying her. David's tongue in her pussy made it so hard to think!

Claire could see Teresa start to tremble slightly as she battled for control of her body. "That's it, baby. You feel it. So close now. Just let go. Come for me, honey .... Come!"

Suddenly everything happened at once. David's lips drew her clit between his lips and began to suck it just as Claire's mouth captured one of her breasts. The dam of passion within her broke and Teresa screamed in ecstasy as her first orgasm overwhelmed her. She hardly felt when one died away and the next began. After the fifth, she shuddered and fell unconscious.

Quickly Claire withdrew a syringe and gave Teresa s shot to keep her lightly sedated for several hour. Then she slipped the earphones onto the unresisting woman. Finally she slipped a vibrator keyed to the instructions on the tape into Teresa's pussy. With a triumphant grin she pulled Teresa's panties back on her. "No reason to let the messy bitch cause extra laundry bills," she gloated as she saw the unconscious agent beginning squirm.

"And now for you," she smiled at David. "You did a good job for me , honey. You summoned me just as I told you and it was very clever the way you kept her busy while I arrived. Let's go to my quarters. You deserve a big reward."

David smiled back at this woman with the doe eyes of total, helpless adoration.

To be continued...

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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 10



Chapter 10 Teresa and Alexi

This was turning out to be the best vacation ever. Teresa wished she could remember what argument she had used to persuade Rutherford to send her to this island "to unwind," all expenses paid, and for as long as she wanted to stay. Her cottage was comfortable and spacious. The sky was blue, the water was green, the sand was white and the boys were hunky and plentiful. Case in point, the young Adonis sleeping in her bed this morning, Ricardo, or Roberto, or Rodrigo. She hadn't paid much attention to his name when she picked him up last night in the disco of the hotel at the far end of the island. She knew he spoke Spanish and danced Latin. That had been enough for then. Teresa bought the drinks because she was pretty sure his allowance wouldn't cover them. She suspected his mother might wonder where he had spent the night, but Mother needn't have worried. Teresa had taken good care of her son last night - and vice versa.

Teresa had a ball with R., dancing salsa and meringue and cha-cha with him until 3 AM. Then she brought him back to her bungalow when the fun REALLY began. Teresa was amazed that a mere boy could have such a talented tongue. She wondered if one of his high-school teachers had taught the lad how to eat a grown woman's pussy. Whoever she was, Teresa wanted to shake the woman's hand! R. had her coming non-stop even before he began to fuck her. Ah, youth! He screwed her three times to Lord knows how many climaxes before finally collapsing. She was too grateful for his service last night and too good a sport to attempt to roust him again this morning, thought her ever-eager pussy sure needed some morning attention. He deserved to rest, poor baby.

Teresa knew she was going to like this island from the very first day. She had noticed how the burly taxi driver who was waiting at the airport to take her to the resort, appreciated a curvy young woman in a mini. As he continued to glance at her through the rear-view mirror, Teresa just got hotter and opened her legs to give him something more worthwhile to glance at.

About halfway down the mountain toward the beachside resort, Teresa decided the distraction was making his driving dangerously erratic. In the interest of road safety she told him to pull over and let her fuck his eyes out. She sat Trevor down on the wide back seat (Love those old British cabs!) and sat herself down on his thick, satisfying prick. Putting her arms around his neck for stability she bounced happily on his massive member while his mouth busied itself with her tits. When she finished with him she was glad she had chosen the scenic overlook. Several other vehicles had stopped to overlook the scene of a small brown woman fucking a large back man like a nympho bunny.

Interestingly, there were few other guests at the resort, mostly women. In the cottage next to her was Alexi, a large but well-built older woman whom Teresa gathered was taking time off from some kind of executive position. Apparently Alexi didn't take chances and had brought her staff assistant. From the sounds coming from the cottage most nights, Teresa surmised that his staff was of considerable assistance.

Not that Alexi was exclusive. In the clubs Teresa and Alexi frequented, the two women had a kind of friendly rivalry for the attention of the young swains that swarmed over both of them. Usually it worked out that Teresa scarfed up someone in his twenties or younger and Alexi took home a nice thirties-something. Sometime, though, they both went after the same guy and Teresa didn't always win. Teresa could understand that; some men couldn't pass up the opportunity to get lost in Alexi's ample expanses of hips and bosom. Besides, Alexi had one slightly unfair advantage that Teresa could hardly begrudge; Alexi always wore clothes skimpy enough to show she was a little bit pregnant.

Teresa put some money in an envelope for R., gave his cock a little kiss and left to prowl. She thought of calling room service; the server was always a delicious boy, but she didn't want to disturb R's sleep. Besides, Teresa seldom had trouble finding a gardener or a bellboy or a lifeguard for a mid-morning romp. It was a great way to settle down for a nap because by ten or so, Teresa's late night was catching up with her. Later, she almost always had more wine with her lunch than she intended and it made her sleepy again. Seldom, however, did she have to take her siesta alone.

Teresa looked down at the date on her watch. It had been exactly two weeks since ...Suddenly she shook herself, almost violently and looked around. It had been exactly two weeks since she had been betrayed! For a moment fury boiled up against David for having seduced her, leaving her vulnerable to hypnosis by that witch Claire, but she realized he was totally in the woman's power and could have done nothing less.

She remembered everything, including all the parts Claire wanted her to forget. Fortunately, Teresa's post-hypnotic suggestion from a self-hypnosis session before entering the WOPI compound had kicked in to break the spell. She knew where she was and WHAT this place was. She would have to find and un-condition Alexandra. But first she would have to deal with Alexandra's minder, Charlie. Foolishly, Claire had mentioned him as she gloated over how she had dealt with Alexandra before putting Teresa under that afternoon.

Having her mind back didn't negate the effects of the testosterone patch under Teresa's armpit, however and there was no way to remove it until she was off the island. She still needed to get laid. Well, she didn't want to do anything out of her new character, anyway. Tonight was many hours away and her pussy needed some masculine attention, now! She closed the door of the cabin and had started for the beach when she saw him: tall, blond and with something very interesting in those Speedos. Teresa licked her lips.

*****

Charlie wasn't hard to find. Teresa knew Alexandra's favorite nightspots; there weren't all that many. About 22:00 that night she spotted Alexandra's "assistant" sitting at a table in the back of "Y-not?" eyeing Alexandra who was already on the dance floor with a lanky blond kid. She imagined his job was to stand by, ensuring that Alexandra had a bedmate in case she didn't fancy any of the local talent that night. Probably something in Alexandra's conditioning, and her own until she broke it, required constant sexual satisfaction to keep her under control. It didn't look like Charlie was going to be needed tonight; Alexandra was all over the boy and the kid was in heaven.

"Girlfriend abandon you?" Teresa asked with a smile and bit of sympathy as she sat herself down beside him. The man was himself probably under Claire's control, but unless he was a zombie, he had to miss Alexandra's arms and body on nights like this.

"A little too old to be my 'girlfriend,'" he replied he sniffed. "She's my boss."

Teresa didn't challenge him; that was the truth, after all. "The difference in ages doesn't seem to bother her. Don't you mind seeing the boss getting hers from a kid instead of her faithful employee?" Teresa asked.

"She's just the boss," he lied.

"She has the cottage next to mine. More often than not she's with you. I've heard her; you must be a very valuable employee," Teresa teased. "Whatever. Does that leave you free for the night?" Teresa leaned closer. "I'd love to dance."

"Sure," he said and offered her his hand.

For the next four hours Teresa let the music move them. At first hot Latin rhythms then techo beat drenched them in perspiration but later the orchestra turned to slower, more romantic tunes. Teresa melted happily into Charlie's arms and felt his manhood respond to her firm shapely body. This was going to be fun!

Glancing over into a corner Teresa saw Alexandra with her skirt rucked up and her blouse open. She was near (another?) orgasm from a dandy little finger fuck as her partner sucked and fondled her tits. She would be taking her night's find home soon. Charlie must have noticed too. "She doesn't need you tonight, Charlie," Teresa whispered, "but I do. Let's go."

As she led him back to her cottage, her hip bumping seductively against his, Teresa wondered just how strong Claire's conditioning of the young man was. She was going to enjoy finding out. As soon as she closed the door behind them she attacked his mouth hungrily. Charlie knew he hadn't come here to play gin rummy and kissed her back with passion, his hands immediately finding Teresa's breasts.

The erotic dance preceded as choreographed by a million years of DNA. Both partners were soon naked and Teresa wasted no time in leading Charlie to her bed. Her ulterior motive did nothing to reduce her excitement at taking the strong, handsome man into her arms. His erection showed his arousal was equally genuine. She briefly considered letting him eat her, but decided to get straight to the main event. Her only indulgence was to make sure she was on top. He didn't object; Claire probably enjoyed fucking him that way, too.

The well-trained muscles of Teresa's pussy quickly brought Charlie close to orgasm. "You want to come for me, don't you baby?" she asked without expecting a reply. "It feels good to just lie there and let me make you come." He was going under quickly. Apparently his vulnerability to Fdom sex was not exclusive to Claire. "I know you need it, baby. It's OK I'm going to give you just what you need. Relax, Charlie. Relax and let me fuck you. Relax and let me make you come. You need a good cum baby to make you sleep. Come for me Charlie. Come!"

She held off her own orgasm as she felt him explode inside her and his breathing grew weak. His erection subsided only slowly. Lucky girl, Claire, Teresa though. She hated taking advantage of men this way, but she had to. Maybe some other time it would be different. Placing her lips beside the ear of the sleeping man, she began to speak. Only when her commands been given and tested did she at last slid a hand into her spermy twat. She came hard at the first touch of her clitoris and settled down for the night beside Charlie.

******

About 10:00 the next day Teresa was looking out he window of her cabin. She saw Charlie enter Alexandra's unit as she had instructed him. Soon the lanky blond kid from last night beat a hasty exit. Yes, yes. So far, according to script. The first sounds to emerge from the cabin next door were angry. Teresa giggled. Did Alexandra have the kid fucking her when Charlie entered? She wasn't worried. From her own reactions to the hormone patch, she knew Alexandra couldn't stay angry long at a male that had come to fuck her, or do anything about it, even if she were still mad. At 10:10 she heard Alexandra squeak. Charlie was a fast worker. Teresa wasn't really surprised. Charlie had many weeks' experience of screwing the older woman. He knew all her hot buttons.

By 10:20 the only sounds from Alexandra's cabin were periodic little yelps of pleasure. Teresa could only imagine what Charlie's tongue was doing to Alexandra, but she obviously liked it. When this was all over Teresa intended to give Charlie a big reward. Another ten minutes and Alexandra would be more than ready. Not too proud to borrow a technique from her adversary, Teresa checked the tape on her walkman and the battery of the vibrator and waited.

To be continued...

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WOPI Chronicles Ch. 11



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Chapter 11 Escape from the Island

"I'll kill the blond bitch!" Alexandra's eyed blazed with anger, although to a casual observer, the conversation between small, dark young woman and the larger, bottle-

blond older one looked like nothing more than a tete-a-

tete over drinks by the pool of the resort's main hotel. If they giggled occasionally, well, they were probably just comparing bedmates from the night before.

"I know how you feel, but as an officer of the law, it's my duty to advise you against it," Teresa grinned.

"But Claire's ruined my career, taken over my organization, stolen my man!" Alexandra caught her self. "I mean ..."

"Don't worry, Alexandra. Everything between David and me is over. I have my own personal grudges to settle with Dr. Hillary, however. I don't appreciate her trying to turn me into an oversexed bimbo any more than you do. But right now the most important thing is to stop her from using WOPI in the ways you never dreamed."

"You're right, of course." Alexander shuddered to remember some of the things Teresa had told her: sexually enslaved women used as payment to grease the wheels of international terrorism and the even more terrifying attempt to plant a dominatrix-mistress in the bed of one of the holders of a key to the decaying Ukraine atomic arsenal. "We just have to find Claire's agents here and deal with them. The regular employees will do what I say."

"Well, we have one big advantage there," Teresa grinned."

"What's that?"

"They are only men." Both women giggled.

*****

Over the next several days, a number of important men on the island - the supervisor of the telephone office, the head of the port, the air traffic controller, the Chief of Police -- received unexpected and quite pleasant visits from a sexy little brown woman they had never seen before. When the visit ended, generally late on the following day, each was very tired and knew he had a lot of explaining to do to Ms Milan. Fortunately, Alexandra had a very convincing manner of letting her wayward employees know she understood and had forgiven them.

The weekly shuttle between WOPI headquarters and the island presented more of a problem. There was no way to know exactly who would be aboard and what loyalties they had. Alexandra grinned and suggested they take no chances. When the plane landed and taxied to the tiny air terminal, passengers and crew were annoyed that some bureaucratic snafu prevented them from disembarking immediately. Fortunately the terminal could provide them with an umbilical hookup to keep the temperature bearable and the air fresh. Pretty soon the grousing stopped as a measured amount of N2O fed into the air line had everyone in a festive mood.

Although it wasn't all that hot in the plane, most of the women soon felt more comfortable stripping down to just their panties and heels and not even the Captain objected that all the air hostesses followed the custom of the moment. It would have been rather hypocritical of him to have done so. He had his hands on the hips of the forty-

ish purser who sitting in his lap, his mouth licking her oversize breasts and his prick buried deep in her pussy.

Although the number of male passengers outnumbered the women, no one made a fuss since the women were all willing to entertain one man with a blowjob while riding another. The only difficulty arose when all the men had been fucked as many times as they were capable of and they were snoring. This left the women, especially a few of the older ones who were just getting started, rather frustrated. But they, too, were getting pretty sleepy by then. When the main door was finally opened, only one woman was not happily snoozing with her face between the thighs of a pretty partner who was returning the favor. The exception was the purser who had never made it out of the pilot's cabin, having fallen asleep in the saddle.

*****

The coordinated takeover of WOPI headquarters went as smoothly as the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. Alexandra was back from "vacation" to give instructions to the loyal employees and there were plenty of NASO operatives to take care of the rather few rogues in Claire's operation. The only real problem was what to do with the culprits without calling attention to NASO.

Rutherford didn't like the idea, but Teresa's logic was unassailable; Women of Power, International as an organization, with Alexandra as it's head had to continue. Teresa assured him that Alexandra, having been a victim of eroto-hypnotism herself would never dabble in mind control again. The captives who had merely had their attitudes toward women changed were sent home to very pleased wives and girlfriends, as earlier captives had been, with no memory of their abduction. A few had to be de-programmed to remove their devotion to WOPI as an organization. The women slaves were found and rehabilitated. David was sent to a facility to undo his enslavement to Claire herself.

Most of the WOPI dommes were relatively innocent, as Alexandra had been, and were rather frightened to learn that their organization had been partly taken over and used as it had been. Deep conditioning to try to remove their ability to manipulate minds was considered, but rejected as impractical. As someone pointed out, you can never forget how to ride a bicycle. Most were more than happy not to be facing criminal charges and to accept help finding work as psychologists, marriage counselors, and the like.


That left Claire and the core of her supporters. Everyone agreed that they should be put away where they could never cause trouble again. The trouble was where? They could not be indicted and tried without compromising secrecy. As usual Teresa came up with an idea that Rutherford totally opposed. To persuade him she required a very long session in his office with the door closed. He had been right about his inability to resist her if she put her mind to it.

*****

Six weeks later:

"What do you mean you "got me" a full disability pension, Teresa. I don't WANT a pension. I'm a damn good NASO operative." David was not happy as he sat on the bed of in his room of the secret NASO psychological clinic.

Teresa patted his hand reassuringly. "I think so, too, David, but the psych boys say a vulnerability like yours to female domination can never be totally overcome. But look at it this way. You're a brilliant thirty-five with a lifetime annual income in the six figures. You can do anything you want: write, teach, start your own security consulting firm."

"Just as long as you can do it from home," declared a feminine voice from the door.

"Alexandra!" David looked up in surprise. "What are you talking about?" Teresa smiled and said nothing.

"I've gotten the tests back. Seems Claire's plan to get me pregnant on the island was unsuccessful," Alexandra grinned and sat down on the bed by David.

Now it was Teresa's turn to laugh. "Yeah, and I guess that's a beach ball you're hiding under your dress?"

Alexandra just beamed. "No. Claire's switching my pills for placebos was quite effective in getting me knocked up alright. It just happened BEFORE I went to the island. Guess who the father is?" Her voice grew softer and she took David's hand.

Alexandra was beaming at David and Teresa turned to gape as well. The shocked man could only sputter. "But ... but I couldn't ... I didn't ...I ..."

"You could and you did, sweetheart," Alexandra chuckled, placing her lover's hand on her protruding tummy. "I would have told you sooner, but you were not allowed to have visitors. So, would you like to come live with this big old girl you 'got in trouble?'" She kissed him deeply before he could answer.

David looked at her and paused. A rush of images and emotions flooded over him as she smiled expectantly. "Yes, but on my terms," he replied seriously.

Alexandra' face fell, but she persisted. "Anything, darling. I'll even give up WOPI if you ask me to."

"No, I want you to continue with WOPI. I'm proud of the way you've re-oriented the organization. I don't want to interfere with your professional life - too much" he grinned.

"Then what?" she asked from curiosity and a little apprehension. Had she mis-judged him? Maybe all the 

conditioning and de-conditioning had changed him. Or he bore her a grudge for what he had been through. She could hardly blame him.

"You have to marry me and promise to keep giving me babies to take care of until you can't have any more!"

Alexandra's shriek of joy almost hurt Teresa's ears. When she slipped out of the room, Alexandra was still sobbing for joy in David's arms.

*****

Six months later:

It was mid-morning and Claire was waking up from a nap. The soft    of the slowly turning ceiling fan kept the warm tropical air moving comfortably. As most days, Claire woke with the determination to get off this infernal island with her trusted lieutenants and resume her plans of world domination. As with most days, however, she and her cohorts had more urgent maters to attend to.

"Ricardo, Roberto, Rodrigo, whatever your name is, ven aca!

"Se¤ora?" the slim brown boy smiled when he entered, having learned long ago to discount Claire's rants.

"Where have you been?" she complained, then softened, mollified by the large erection she could see in his thin shorts. "You haven't milked me since daybreak; you know I don't like to go without that long. Get up here with me and get to work on my titties!"

"Si, Se¤ora," the boy cheerfully replied dropping his shorts. A bit awkwardly he clambered onto the bed and fastened his lips on her engorged breast. His tongue hardly touched the rock-hard nipple when the warm, sweet liquid began to spurt into his mouth. As always, it was hard to keep up for the first minute or two. He remembered the stupid drinking games he and his friends used to play. If they could only see him now!

He became aware that his other hand, the one holding the breast that he was not suckling, was getting slick with milk that was oozing out in envy of its more fortunate sister. The flow from the first breast was slackening and Claire was moaning with relief. He shifter to take the other breast to his mouth. Claire let out another contented moan as the second bloated mammary began to gush its life-giving nectar.

He suckled for several minutes more, but knew he had to be cautious. Nursing the rich milk from the soft breasts of this sexy woman always made him drowsy. Claire wouldn't like it if he went to sleep before finishing the job.

He felt her tug on his shoulders. Reluctantly he pulled his lips from her breast. Both nipples were still giving occasional spurts and the sheets were going to be a sticky mess, but there was no help for it. "Lista, Sra. Clara?"

"Oh, God am I ready!" she gasped. "Your working my tits always makes me so horny. Hurry up, baby, screw me!"

The boy smiled. Nursing her tits, eating her pussy, bathing her -- everything his did made her horny, he thought as he started to push apart Claire's chubby legs for better access to her treasure. Usually she had him eat her first, but apparently today she was too hot for more preliminaries. He knee walked closer, trying to aim his cock at the entrance to her vagina. A yellowish wet spot on the sheet proclaimed her excitement as did her ripe aroma.

God, he loved this job!

His first thrust missed. He hadn't been able to get into proper position; her legs weren't spread far enough apart.

"No, no! Not like that," Claire complained. "Shit! I guess I'm getting too big for the front door. Help turn me over," she ordered, pulling up her knees and rolling. The boy grasped her ample buttocks to stabilize the woman once she got into the classic doggie position. Risking her ire at the delay, he paused monetarily to marvel at this vision of feminine perfection: the moist pink pussy held open and inviting by her soft white ass pointing 

skyward, the twin breasts hanging like ripe melons, still leaking milk, and the upside-down mountain of a tummy stretched tight with his baby. His second thrust found the mark perfectly. He felt her come almost instantly as his thick brown cock plumbed the depths of the panting woman's hot, wet box.

God, he loved this job!

*****

One year later:

Carmen had made the transition to life outside WOPI more successfully than most. Her consulting business, much of it international, had really taken off. Tonight she was off to New Delhi for several months. She couldn't be sure of getting regular sex for who knows how long; she had become very picky since she married. Better go off with herself and her husband as well satisfied as possible.

"Mi amor, ven aca, I need you," she called out.

She had removed and folded her blouse and was unhooking her bra when the young man came in with their three-month old daughter asleep on his shoulder. His eyes grew wide with concern. "Oh, no, Carmen! You're not going on another trip so soon, are you?!" A strange look of sadness and excitement came over him.

"It's business, Ralph. Besides, sweetie, you knew when I married you, it wasn't JUST for your child care skills. You know what I need!" Carmen almost growled with lust.

"Honey. . . er . . , Carmen darling, do you want us ... You want me to ... make love to you RIGHT NOW?

"Oh, Ralph," she cooed as she slinked closer. "How sweet of you to think of making love to me, under the circumstances. Of course not."

A mixture of relief and disappointment flickered across Ralph's face. Now he was really confused as Carmen continued approaching him with the same fire in her eye. Her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and her magnificent tits were undulating marvelously.

"You can put any thought of making love to me out of your mind for later, honey. Right now just put Teresita down in her crib, bend me over this armchair, and fuck the daylights out of me!" Carmen hissed as she dropped her skirt. "You can make love to me afterwards."

Later the happy couple were lying in each other's arms though with Carmen's departure time in mind. Carmen nibbled Ralph's ear and giggled. "Well, at least THAT should take care of having to bring you a souvenir from India."

"Huh?" Ralph asked groggy from just having brought his wife to several howling climaxes before leaving her pussy sloshing with his semen. "What do you mean, 'souvenir from India?'"

"It's sort of like making you buy a gift for yourself," she continued teasing and massaging her softening cock. "I hope you don't think I'm stingy."

Ralph looked at her quizzically. "I don't get it"

"No you don't, at least not yet; I got it." She laughed mysteriously then took compassion on her sweet, loyal husband . "Can't you figure it out? I postponed this trip until I was sure I was fertile again. When you and Teresita and you see me next in a few months, stud, I'll be showing."

*****

Two years later, NASO Headquarters: 

"I know it's hardly a secret," Rutherford announced jovially to the assembled employees in the large NASO auditorium. "I never have been good at keeping secrets," he paused and looked around to make sure everyone laughed at his little joke and continued. "But today I'd like to announce my retirement from NASO. After twenty-five years with the agency, I have decided I want to spend more time with my family and to let Ethyl resume her career." He pulled the smiling woman at his side closer to him and gave her a kiss that was far more than perfunctory. An unscripted titter ran through the audience.

The toddler at her side, the infant sleeping in a stroller nearby and Ethyl's well-filled maternity dress showed just how Rutherford had already been spending time with his family recently. In fact, Teresa had been pretty much running the agency for the last two years as Rutherford's infatuation with first one, then two, and now three of Ethyl's "second crop" pregnancies distracted him from interest in day-to-day matters at the office. Everyone knew that Teresa would be named as his successor.

*****

Two years and a few months later:

Charlie looked up at his beautiful wife, his cock slowly softening. "Wow! I've never been fucked by the head of an intelligence agency before, he teased.. I think I like it."

"You'd better, mi amor. I intend to keep you very busy at it. At that, and other duties," Teresa added mysteriously.

"What other duties?" Charlie asked, not able to think of anything he wouldn't be happy to do for this bright, sexy, and almost insatiable woman.

Teresa took a hand from behind her back and held up a small card with a large blue "plus" sign on it. "I'm planning to have about ten more of these, stud, and you're going to take care of 'em."

The End

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