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Archive name: wopi9.txt (MC, Fm, Mf, Ff, preg)
Authors name: Homer Vargas (Vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : The WOPI Chronicle - Part 9/?

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The WOPI Chronicles (MC, Fm, Mf, Ff, preg)
by Homer Vargas
Comments Please to Vargas111@yahoo.com 

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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