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Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The
Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic
Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters,
Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. Mind
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TITLE: WRITER'S BLOCK
Chapter 2: Plot development (FF, mast)
Ruth let her eyes focus again. She had been
concentrating so hard on telling Alan her ideas for his
story that she had been staring at the light bulb of
the brass lamp above her head. She had been peering at
it so intensely that her eyes had crossed. She could
hear Alan tapping away at his keyboard. She was almost
afraid to ask what he thought of her story. In a
strange way she could tell that she had pleased him
with her candor and her imaginative but naughty story
telling. She was quite tired and even though she
thought about getting up and stretching her legs she
decided to lay her head back and keep her eyes on the
ceiling. Her whole body seemed to be in the grip of
strange warm lassitude. The strange state of
creativity that Alan had helped her enter was still in
control of her mind. It was helping her focus all her
attention on the details of Alan's story. Her own body
seemed to have disappeared. It wasn't important. She
was safe and warm and so totally relaxed. The
fictional world Alan had created and let her enter
seemed almost as vivid and complete as reality, to her
now.
Realizing that Alan had been talking for a few
moments without her seeming to hear him, she focused
her attention on his shadowy outline.
"You've done a fine job Ruth. I have to thank you.
I was right when I said you had a keen mind and fine
imagination. You seemed to capture the very essence of
Roxanne. You submerged yourself in the character,
exactly as we said you should. You let yourself think
and react as a young woman in her situation would
without coloring her reactions with your own thoughts
and feelings. Only the very best and most creative
people can do that. You should be very proud" Alan
said with a glowing tone in his voice.
"You don't think I went too overboard with the
sexual part?" Ruth asked in a shy, quiet voice. She
peered into the shadows trying to judge Alan's
reaction. She hoped he didn't think she was some kind
of pervert, or unsophisticated child. She had just
built on the situation he had described. No other
scenario she had composed in her head had seemed to fit
as well. She was scared that her story would not win
his approval despite his kind words.
"Of course not my dear. The story you described
might not make it into my book exactly as you
described; but the idea's, the feeling, the erotic heat
you described; those I can use. I found your
descriptions to be both fresh, and compelling. I could
almost see and feel the need for sexual release that
you described for Roxanne. No. Don't you worry about
that a bit. Quite excellently done, I must say."
[Tap Tap Tap] There was a soft tapping at the large
wooden door.
Ruth could see Alan rise quickly and go to the door.
She noticed that he had to unlock it before her could
open it just a crack. A small amount of light from the
hallway illuminated his handsome face. His eyes were
bright with what she imagined must be the creative
juices she had helped to stir in him. He looked both
upset with the interruption to their creative session
and eager to get back to it. This made her very happy.
She was still very tired though. Leaning her head back
and trying not to listen to Alan's voice she let her
mind enter a restful, relaxing state of preparedness
for when Alan was ready to start again.
"Ahhh Tracie, my dear, what can I do for you?" Alan
said through the narrow opening.
"I was wondering if you needed any help with a story
Alan. I enjoyed our last session." a young female
voice responded.
"Hmmm now that is an interesting idea." Alan
replied. He appeared to be weighing his options.
"Full Edit Mode?" Alan asked.
Ruth couldn't really find the will to be interested
in all the things Alan was saying to the woman. She
heard him say something about "editing", than he was
speaking in a low intense voice to the visitor. He
seemed to be giving her instructions on how she was to
behave. From outside the door Ruth imagined she could
hear the other girl happily agreeing to do whatever she
was told. For some reason it all seemed distant and
unimportant to Ruth. She wanted to get back to the
story. She hoped that Alan would give her some ideas
on how he wanted to move the story on from here.
Finally Alan gestured the young woman into the room.
Ruth watched as she crossed near the foot of Ruth's
chair to take a seat on the couch. In the dim light,
Ruth could just make out that she appeared to be about
her age or a year or two older, she was black and quite
pretty. As she passed Ruth's reclining form on the
lounge chair in its cone of blinding light; her eyes
seemed to hungrily scan and devour Ruth. Ruth's brow
wrinkled for a moment in confusion. * What a strange
way she's looking at me. It's probably just jealousy.
She's been here and done this with Alan before, but
this time he asked me *. Inwardly she was smug about
the fact that she had been chosen for whatever reason.
"Ruth I want you to meet Tracie Gault." Alan
introduced the young woman.
"It's nice to meet you." Ruth managed to say,
despite the relaxed lassitude that was still
distracting her from everything but the story they'd
been working on. Then a thought occurred to her.
* Wait a minute.??? there is a Trace Gelt in at
least two of Alan's books that have his Dan Dawson
character in them! She's the young black archeologist
that is always showing up on his trail. She tries to
get Dan's help on some crazy project or another. It's
obvious though that she just wants to get him back into
her bed, like she did in "Kahn's Pride" and "The Aztec
Design". *
Ruth just had to know. "Are you the inspiration for
Trace Gelt?" she asked.
"Yes I'm Tra..." Tracie started to say.
Alan interrupted before Tracie could finish, "Yes
Tracie has helped me in the past and I agreed to let
her listen in on our session today. She's agreed to
not speak, so as not to disturb the synergy of creative
energy we're trying to establish.
"Oh well, okay..... that's neat." Ruth was more than
willing to ignore Tracie's presence as Alan seemed to
want. She totally tuned the girl's presence out and
let her attention refocus on Alan's story.
"What should happen next? Can you do anything with
the ideas I had?" she asked.
"Well yes and no. You've given me some wonderful
ideas" Alan's mellow voice seemed to stroke her with
praise. Just listening to him she could feel her mind
leaving all the other details of her life behind again.
She laid her head back and let Alan describe some of
the plot elements he was still trying to work into the
story. He wanted to develop the story line resolving
the affects of Roxanne's exposure to the lust potion.
Trace Gelt, it turned out, was at the airfield also.
She is the only other woman to ever to have been
exposed to the drug but not become it's lifetime slave.
She knows the cure. Alan had planned for Trace to
discover Roxanne's condition and need Dan's help in
curing Roxanne.
"So I've tried to come up with scenario's where they
can find the `cure' in the time they have before
morning. It is very important to my later story that
this all happen in one night. They can't go looking
for some exotic plant in the jungle to cure Roxanne.
That would realistically take too long. Maybe you can
think of some kind of `cure' for Roxanne's condition
that wouldn't require a lot of time to prepare. At the
same time it needs to involve Trace and Dan somehow and
if possible still lead to a resolution of the sexual
tension between Dan and Roxanne."
"Do you have an more ideas on how I could possibly
accomplish all that?" Alan said with a tone of weary
frustration.
Resting her head back on the lounge chair's headrest
again; Ruth looked up into the lamp and tried to focus
on what Alan had told her. She didn't want to
disappoint him. It sounded like his Writer's Block was
really beginning to bother him. She began to create
and discard scenarios in her mind. The creative juices
began to flow as she subsumed herself in the fantasy
world of Roxanne and Dan and the Jade Oasis again. She
mumbled to herself and thought * Well Trace and Roxanne
need to meet. Trace needs to know that Roxanne is
really.... but I don't want Roxanne to have to.... so
it will have to be ... ooo that will be hot.... and
if..... the cure? hmmm what could be the cure? Oh!!
How about if.... that is so naughty.. hmmm but then
that could help resolve.... Yes! Yes I think that
might work!!!! * Once again a smile played over her
lips as she mentally fleshed out the way she had
created to develop the story.
`Have you had an idea Ruth?" Alan asked. Ruth could
tell from his tone that he believed that she was
helping him. She nearly squirmed in happiness, but
smothered the reaction. She didn't want him thinking
she wasn't mature. * I bet Tracie never helped him
this much * she thought with a little pride in herself,
and a glance towards Tracie's shadowy form on the
couch..
"Yes, I think I have." she paused and savored his
name "Alan".
"Does it address my problems and involve more
interesting action, along the lines of what we've
discussed?"
"Yes it does." she admitted with less hesitancy and
a little more confidence. After all he hadn't been
angry about the masturbation scene she had created. He
was very open minded and was being very kind to listen
to her silly ideas this way. She couldn't wait to tell
him what she had come up with. Her mind was still on
fire with images and thoughts. It was so strange. She
felt like a mind without a body. As she sat on the
lounge chair with Alan and Tracie's eyes staring over
at her, she felt another wave of relaxation and peace
sweep over her. It made it so easy and even
pleasurable to block out the distractions. It helped
her to let go of herself so that she could help Alan
with his story. It was almost like she could escape
into Alan's fictional world.
"As in fiction, so in life" Alan said quietly.
[Roxanne??]
[Roxanne!!] a voice seemed to be coming closer, but
Roxanne found it difficult to care.
Roxanne was still recovering from her terrific
orgasm, at her own fingers. Her body was loose and
languid as she propped up on the pillows littering her
cot. Delicious little shivers were traveling across
her naked body. The drug induced heat in her sexual
organs seemed to be growing not shrinking though.
Roxanne's thoughts were a confused mishmash of worry
and erotic fantasies she couldn't control. She stroked
her breasts again with her still sticky fingers. She
didn't hear the calling voice again, and had just
decided she had imagined the whole thing; when her tent
flap was thrust open and a young black women in khaki's
and field boots rushed into the room and then stood
gaping at her.
Roxanne tried to get angry or upset but she just
couldn't. Her mind was a wild storm of lustful desire.
If anything, she was hornier now than before she had
masturbated. Thoughts of shame and modesty didn't have
any impact with her confused mind. * Sex. I want SEX!
I want to have fucking sex! Sex and big fucking
orgasms. I've gotta have more sex! God! My whole
body is on fucking fire. My clit, my titties, my
cunny, everything is just screaming out for
satisfaction * she thought desperately. As the young
black woman approached her, she could only moan her
lust and wantonly continue to stroke and rub her body.
"Oh God Miss Starling, Roxanne, I was afraid of
this. I overheard Dan telling Koloara you had been
exposed to the Mambeezi slave potion. Dan doesn't know
what that means, and now he's driven to the local
clinic trying to get a sedative for you! My name is
Trace, Trace Gelt, I was exposed to the potion myself a
few years ago and if a local Healer woman and Dan
hadn't helped me I would be in awful shape today. I
know what you are..... well going through right now;
the lust.. the all consuming need for sex.... the
incredible mindless desire to get fucked......ummm and
...well I know the cure for what's happening to you.
The adrenaline in your system, while escaping was
masking and reducing the drugs affects on you, but now
you've entered the second stage. If you don't start
orgasming, often and very soon, you will become
sexually dysfunctional for the rest of your life and
lose your will to live. I've seen what a girl that
went that way looked like and it was awful! Your
choices are to have an orgy of sex for the next hour
until you enter the third stage, or become an emotional
and physical cipher, which usually leads to suicide."
Trace said as she stood above the erotically writhing
woman. She was fighting between a feeling of worry and
compassion for this poor girl and a growing desire from
observing her obvious sexual charms and need.
"I have to leave and get some help" Trace said as
she started back towards the exit to the tent.
"NO!!!" Roxanne nearly screamed. "Don't leave me
like this! Please help me! Ummm Ahhh!! I am SO hot!
Please don't leave. You've got help me!" Her eyes
raked up and down the slim black girls body and her
mind immediately filled with images of her body naked
and entwined with her own. She cried out with lust as
she imagined sucking the girls nipples and pussy.
Nothing was impossible to her now that the drug was
fully in control or her emotional, mental and physical
reactions. She begged the hesitating girl, "Please,
please. help me, don't leave, you can.... you and I can
make me orgasm.... you can.... can finger and eat
me.... eat me... I'm soooo fucking hot!!!!" Lewdly
spreading her legs and stroking her pussy lips she
tried with her actions and words to entice Trace to
join her on the cot.
Trace's eyes seemed to be captured by the lewd
flickering movements of Roxanne's fingers on her pussy
lips. It was a hypnotic vision. Wrenching her gaze
away she took a deep shuddering breath and moistened
her dry lips. Stepping to the flap of the tent she
called out to one of the local village boys across the
compound. In a rapid explosion of words in the local
dialect she gave him directions and that sent him
running away with a scared expression on his face.
Turning back towards Roxanne she tried to control
herself. Her own memories of her time under the
control of the slave drug were as vivid and real to her
as if they had happened yesterday. She knew how much
she had changed since that night and she both feared
and anticipated that Roxanne would also be a very
different young woman before the sun rose again.
Unable to control her response to the sexy display
before her for one more second; Trace quickly began
stripping her clothes off. When she was fully nude she
stretched her arms above her head and stood
aggressively above the fuck crazed young white girl.
Roxanne reached towards her and seemed ready to get up
but Trace couldn't hold back any longer. She reached
out to push her back on the cot and found her hand
pressed against Roxanne's heaving left breast.
Roxanne's moans of desire crawled up another notch
as she pressed her rigid nipple into Trace's warm palm.
Arching her back and reaching for Trace's other hand
she brought it firmly to her other breast. Trace
wavered for a moment. Should she do this? Even as she
worried, her hands were quickly making up her mind for
her. Her fingers tweaked and rolled Roxanne's hard
rubbery nipples. Her hands went under the mounds and
hefted them, massaging their warm firmness and making
Roxanne coo and moan with lust.
Trace took over. She knew she couldn't shock or
scare Roxanne by being to forward, in the state she was
in. Trace smiled and licked her lips. Since her own
exposure she had become a much more sexual creature.
Her desires and sexual needs were so great, in fact,
that they often scared off her partners. They just
couldn't keep up with her. She didn't have to worry
about that with Roxanne. Grabbing Roxanne's legs
behind the knees she pushed the girls legs back and
made sure that Roxanne took hold of them.
Gazing down into the girls glistening pussy, she
lowered her body onto the cot until her lips were
inches from her goal. She felt her own juices begin to
warm and moisten her slit as she examined the auburn
hair and soft silky petals of Roxanne's cunt. With a
moan of appreciation, for the beauty and erotic
sensuality of a pussy eager for her attention, she
extended her tongue and dove in.
Trace's tongue flickered here and there spreading
the dew and opening the fleshy flower before her.
Pointing her tongue tip like a soft swab she drew it up
and down first the left and then the right side of
Roxanne's labial cleft. Roxanne quivering body and
mindless moans told her she was on the right track.
With her fingers she gently spread Roxanne's outer
lips. Looking on the wetness and coral pink inner
lips, Trace growled like a starving panther. Pressing
forward again she drew her tongue from just above
Roxanne's anus all the way to the folds above her clit.
Batting at the folds with her tongue tip and using her
long red nails she slowly uncovered the bud of flesh.
>From Roxanne came a grunt as she held her breath.
Blowing across the bud Trace imagined she could see it
growing and throbbing with every sexy beat of Roxanne's
heart.
Extending her tongue again, Trace reached up with
her hands and cruelly gripped the girls breasts.
Faster than Roxanne could believe Trace's lips captured
her clit and began to suck and savagely lick it.
Roxanne felt the pleasure in her body squeezed down
to a fiery point that exploded across her body making
her vibrate with her passion. She grunted. She mewled
and panted. She surrendered her rational self to
sensation. Licking her lips and arching her back she
could look down to see all of Trace's sweet nude body.
The visual stimulation of watching the head moving and
the tongue flickering over her sex added a hot new
dimension to the experience for Roxanne. Trace's dark
coffee colored skin was a vivid contrast to the pale
skin of her thighs. Roxanne jerked and moaned as her
most recent orgasm passed. Trace didn't seem inclined
to slow down. Placing her hands on Trace's head
Roxanne caressed her silky hair and pressed, the
obviously aroused black woman's mouth, deeper into her
vibrating center. A glorious heat wave of pleasure
saturated her senses after the orgasm. As soon as it
had passed Roxanne wanted more!
Trace brought her fingers to play. Her right ring
finger slipped into Roxanne's tight pink slit and began
a lazy fucking motion. Even as Trace's tongue
continued its oral worship, she added her pinky into
the mix. When both fingers were slick and sticky she
removed the pinky from Roxanne's cunt and began
applying the sticky sweetness to her tightly clenched
anal ring. Roxanne came a second time when Trace slid
the slippery finger into her tight ass, while adding a
second finger into her cunt. Trace felt the spasms
sweep through Roxanne again and felt her own clit and
pussy swelling with arousal.
Without breaking her contact with Roxanne's pussy
she reversed her body and straddled the rich white
girls head on the cot. "Eat me Roxanne! Lick my wet
pussy! I'm going to go crazy if I don't cum too, and
we can't interrupt your `treatment' ".
Roxanne almost found it within herself to disobey.
Looking up into the puffy lips of another woman's sex
she almost questioned what she was doing. As it came
down and settled hot and wet against her mouth though
she totally forget her reservations. Her tongue licked
the first of Trace's fluids from her lips. Trace, at
the same time, renewed her oral and finger attack on
Roxanne's pussy and ass. In a brief second Roxanne
decided she liked the taste and look of Trace's sex.
She extended her tongue and delighted in the sensory
deluge. She could taste the sweet creamy fluid and she
liked it. She could smell a musky odor that made her
breath quicken and her senses reel. She could feel the
heat of Trace's skin, the silky smoothness where Trace
was shaved, the exotic feel of licking her tongue
across and then into another woman's most private parts
caused her to cum again.
Trace ground her pussy on to Roxanne's face as she
heard and felt another erotic tremor pass across
Roxanne's enflamed body. She groaned out in sweet
appreciation as Roxanne began to lick and suck her
cunny in fevered lust. Trace grunted with each new
attack. Reaching up to her tits with her cum slick
fingers she twisted and stroked her tits as Roxanne
slurped, licked and sucked at her hot sex. "Um yes
tongue me like that you horny little bitch. Stab you
sweet little tongue up my hot cunt. Lick my clitty.
Lick it and make love to it with your lips. OOOooooo
Unh Unh Oh Yeah Oh Yeah". She let Roxanne work on her
technique for several minutes before shifting her hips.
She dropped a hand back to Roxanne's slit and was
quickly fucking three fingers into the girl with a
pounding rhythm. By shifting her hips Trace had
presented Roxanne with the second most erogenous area
of her body. Her ass. Roxanne was far too gone to
care what she was doing. Seeing Trace's flexing anus
pink and perfect before her she slid two fingers into
Trace's cunt; used the other hand to hold Trace's ass
cheeks apart and drilled her tongue into her first ass.
Her probing, licking and finger stroking soon had Trace
exploding with a terrific orgasm. Roxanne felt the
clenching spasms of Trace's cum through her tongue as
it darted into and out of the girls backside like a
mini-cock. She couldn't think of anything she would
ever enjoy more.
Trace's orgasm and wild yell's of passion, combined
with the finger fucking of Roxanne's cunt, to drive
Roxanne to yet another mind numbing orgasm. She had
barely recovered her breath when a noise at the tent
flap, caused Trace to scurry to the tent opening.
Roxanne watched Trace's slim form disappear in the
darkness near the flap. She fingered herself as she
fantasized about more sex with the beautiful black
woman. After a few whispered words at the door, Trace
returned to the cot and set down a large leather
suitcase. Roxanne assumed that the local boy had
returned with the things Trace had demanded earlier.
She was right, but she couldn't have imagined that
Trace would pull the items from the bag that she did.
With a look of pure eroticism that sent a thrilling
spike of fear and pleasure through Roxanne's body;
Trace started removing an erotic toy collection from
the bag. There were vibrators of every shape and size.
Fat black, white, pink and neon orange dildos. Creams,
lotions, and tubes of jelly joined the growing pile
beside the bed. Roxanne didn't even recognize the
purpose of some of the items. * Was that a butt plug?
Maybe that was a two headed dildo? She'd heard of
those. But what was that string with the golden
marbles on it for?..... Jeezus what are all the straps
on the dildo for? Could a woman wear that thing and
Oh my Lord!!! *
She didn't have to wait long. Trace was driven by
her need to keep Roxanne cumming for her health. She
was also horny as hell, and couldn't wait to drive
Roxanne further into mindless orgasms. She planned on
having some fun too!
"On your knees Miss Starling. Your course of sexual
education and treatment is about to be accelerated".
Trace said in a dominating tone that she knew Roxanne
would not be able to resist.
Trace arranged the instruments she wanted to use.
Before going to work on Roxanne, she placed two large
Benwa balls at the entrance to her own slit and slipped
their cool metal smoothness up into her heated inner
areas. A large black vibrator on full power followed
them and cunning little rubber bands held it in place.
She nearly came each time the vibrator struck the
chimes in the magic balls deep in her body.
Roxanne was heavily in heat. She was beyond asking
for more sexual pleasure. Only mindless moans of need
escaped her lips like steam from a broken boiler. She
groaned and presented her backside to Trace's talented
hands as erotically as she could. She tried to hold
back but couldn't when a large flesh colored dildo
penetrated and stretched the walls of her contracting
pussy. She cried out in ecstasy. Nothing had ever
felt so wonderful as the hard rubber ridges penetrating
her, glistening with her juices. She had barely
recovered from the first intrusion when the second
occurred. The tip of an aerosol bottle was inserted
past her clenched anal ring. Before she could do more
than register the presence a trigger was pressed and
her butt was blasted full of gooey slick jelly.
Trace pulled the tip out and made sure to spray an
additional coating onto the skin of Roxanne's outer
anal tissue. Moving quickly she slipped her longest,
thinnest pink vibrator into Roxanne's butt. With slow
pressure and a gentle in and out motion she soon had
seven inches of it buried in Roxanne's grasping ass.
The vibration of thin vibrator combined deliciously
with the pressure of the thick dildo. Trace
experienced a delicious orgasm as the BenWa Balls
danced within her. Her wrist began to move the dildo
in spreading Roxanne's auburn rimmed cunny. Hot
sucking noises and erotic squishing sounds filled the
tent as Trace fucked the girl.
They kept it up for fifteen or more minutes.
Roxanne gulped air. She whined her orgasms. She cried
her orgasms. She screamed her orgasms into the cot.
Trace danced around the helpless younger girl. She
stroked Roxanne's dildo. She stroked the vibrator into
and out of her butt. She twisted Roxanne's nipples and
cruelly abused her hard little clit. She masturbated
herself and fed the sticky wet spend directly into
Roxanne's drooling mouth. She had Roxanne's suck and
lick a golden vibrator till it was slick with her
saliva. Trace then shoved it up her own ass with a
yelp or pleasure and pain.
Finally Trace flipped Roxanne onto her back. She
pulled the dildo and vibrator out of the girl and
tossed them carelessly on the floor. Picking up a pink
neon double headed dildo she sprayed it with baby oil.
She jammed of the two inch thick implement into her own
slit and lowering her body slid the other end into
Roxanne's flexing wet hole. Spraying both of their
bodies with the oil they looked like shiny plastic pink
and black sex toys themselves. Roxanne quickly figured
out the best motion to fuck and be fucked with the toy.
She embraced her lover and lewdly sank her tongue into
the beautiful black woman's mouth. She pinched her own
nipples and then pulled and worked on Trace's. She
stroked her clit and when that made her orgasm she
transferred her fingers to Trace's clit. She shoved
two fingers into her ass and two fingers into Trace's.
She wallowed in orgasm after mind blowing orgasm and
her mind and personality were reformed in the heat of
her new sexual being.
She and Trace collapsed onto each other. Roxanne
could feel the difference as the terrible passion that
had been driving her finally started to recede. Even
in her exhausted and befuddled state Trace also
recognized that stage two of the Mambeezi lust potion
had finally been passed. The question on Trace's mind
was what she was supposed to do now.
Neither woman was prepared when Dan suddenly burst
into the room. He was dressed in bush clothing and
covered with the dust and sweat of his rushed trip to
the local clinic.
"Oh my fucking Christ!!! Roxanne! Trace! What the
hell are you doing???"
The women had no time to react. They were both in a
groggy haze of lust from all the orgasms and effort
they had expended. Words of explanation and coherent
thought were beyond them.
Raising a needle in the air, Dan quickly gave
Roxanne an injection. Refilling the needle from a tiny
clear vial he then gave the gasping Trace an injection
before she could protest.
Both of the girl's eyes became glassy and fixed.
Their breathing became shallow and all ability to think
and reason seemed to drift out of their limp bodies
like a mist.
"Revision mode" Alan said from the corner of the
room, interrupting the story.
To be continued::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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