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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 
control is fictional, any attempt to dominate a real 
person in this manner would be sick and perverted.  
Remember it's just fiction.
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   TITLE:   WRITER'S BLOCK


   Chapter 3:   Proof Reading, Revisions, Conclusion  (MFF)


   Alan dropped the needle and vial into a special 
drawer in his desk.  Turning back to the tableau of 
Ruth and Tracie he had to congratulate himself.

   Both of the nude young women glistened with the oils 
that Tracie had rubbed on their bodies.  Reacting to 
his trigger phrase and the injection he had given them; 
they were in a receptive trance state that surpassed 
anything a simple hypnotist could imagine.  They 
literally had no wills with which to conceive of 
denying him anything he wanted.  On top of this they 
were feeling a psychotic need to believe and trust his 
every word.  Sitting with their legs spread and wet 
crotches on easy display they had no concerns, no 
inhibitions, no desires.  .  They were empty vessels 
which his simple hypnotism had given structure.  That 
structure was that they imagine and accept any 
fictional scenario that he fed to them as being real.  
He had made new sexy, personalities for both of them.

   Tracie had long ago joined his fictional harem.  
She, like Ruth Ann, had accepted the drugged coffee he 
offered.  She had returned to his office and under the 
growing affects of the drug from the coffee and the 
additional drink he offered; sank into a deep hypnotic 
trance.  The drug had the wonderful affect of 
increasing trust and imaginative abilities.  Two things 
that a hypnotist, such as himself depended on.  No 
hypnotist could make a subject do anything without 
trust.  The subconscious only allowed itself to be 
manipulated and thereby affect the conscious mind if 
the subconscious trusted the hypnotist and accepted the 
commands and programming it was given.  Trust and the 
ability to imagine, vividly, the change or affect that 
the hypnotist was trying to accomplish, was they key to 
the spectacular results that Alan could achieve with 
his subjects.

   With the drug that the he had discovered while 
researching one of his first books in New Guinea, he 
had bypassed the need to enjoin genuine trust.  He no 
longer had to rely on the imaginative abilities of his 
subjects.  Once the drug had smashed down their cares, 
inhibitions and beliefs it left them in a state were 
they could imagine in great detail and accept any 
action or scenario he described to them.

   Standing before the glassy eyed Ruth Ann he rubbed 
his thumb across her kiss bruised lips.  Her breathing 
increased in depth, her pussy began to flow with 
wetness and her nipples immediately hardened in 
response to his presence.  A programmed response that 
she would have for the rest of her life.   Pulling down 
the zipper of his pants he worked his fat hard cock 
out.  It had been difficult watching Ruth and Tracie 
going at it like Lesbian whores without spilling his 
load.  Even with his jaded tastes and perverse 
experience it was still a thrill to have watched the 
innocent red-head eating her first pussy and fucking 
herself into unconsciousness with the selection of toys 
he had made available to Tracie

   "Tracie" he called addressing the attentive but 
stoned looking young black women.  "You have done a 
fine job of helping me.  Trace is exactly as she should 
be.  She is exactly in character.  She is vibrant, 
intelligent, hot and horny.  She wants Dan, above all 
other men, but will fuck or suck any man or woman that 
she is interested in.  You remember everything we have 
talked about in our discussions about who and what 
Trace Gault is don't you?"

   "Yeeeetthhh." the one time fan lisped.  The drug was 
in full control of all her upper brain functions.  Her 
previous sessions with Alan had left her totally 
programmed to his verbal queues.  "Revision Mode" left 
her receptive and eager for any new instructions and 
gave her a gloriously pleasurable feeling when she 
reviewed and indoctrinated herself with all of Alan's 
previous commands.  She trusted Alan implicitly.  
Anything he said or told her was the absolute truth.  
She had no doubts or qualms about doing anything that 
Alan ordered her to do or be.

   "You will continue to desire Dan,  You will find you 
have a obsessive desire to pleasure and serve Roxanne.  
You will continue with the current Jade Oasis scenario 
just as I have discussed with you.  We will bring 
Roxanne through stage three and complete her training.  
Take me in your mouth, as Tracie, and renew your 
dedication to Dan Dawson as Trace" he commanded.

   Tracie switched mental gears.  She was no longer 
Tracie Gelt.  That person was fading away.  A distant 
memory.  She no longer remembered anything about her 
job as a secretary.  She had full details of her life 
as a archeologist at her fingertips.  She remembered 
with pleasure every moment she had spent with Dan.  Her 
eyes fixed on the thick cable of meat swinging before 
her.  * She loved Dan's thick hot cock.  She couldn't 
wait another moment to taste and drink it in with all 
her senses. *   With a moan of joy Trace gripped her 
Lover's prick with one hand and pointed its shiny hard 
knob at her waiting lips.  She kissed it.  She licked 
it.  She drew it along her cheeks.  She buried her nose 
in his balls and let his musk suffuse her senses.  She 
tasted his cum and imprinted every sensory memory she 
could capture upon her very soul.  This man.  This 
cock.  This sperm.  This feel, taste, and sensation was 
the definition of who and what mattered in her world.  
Just as Dan had commanded all those months ago she 
imagined herself as obsessed with and dedicated to the 
pleasure and fulfillment that only Dan could give her.  
She believed.  She re-embraced herself.  She was Trace 
Gault.  Stretching her lips to their fullest extension, 
she painfully forced five inches of Dan's manhood into 
her eager mouth and came.

   "Mmmmmm unnnhhh unnhhhh yyyyyynnnhhh" Tracie 
whinnied on the prick straining her jaw muscles.  Her 
body shook with the power and intensity of her orgasm.  
She imagined it was better than any other orgasm she 
had ever experienced.  (therefore it was).  She 
imagined it went on and on and brought her to plateau's 
of pleasure she could only dream of with other lovers 
(and that became the truth too).

   Alan slowly worked Tracie's sucking mouth off his 
rod.  At her mewling protest he snapped his fingers and 
replied "Watch, Listen, Revise as necessary".  Like a 
puppet with her strings cut Tracie fell back to her 
seated position beside the naked girl she had so 
recently been ravishing.  She appeared to be asleep but 
she was actually paying such intense attention to Alan 
and Ruth Ann that she could have told Alan the number 
of freckles on Ruth's right shoulder or how many 
breaths Alan took each minute.

   Alan sat beside the nude Ruth Ann.  He cupped her 
chin with one hand and stroked her slippery left breast 
with the other.  Bringing her head around till her ear 
was beside his mouth he gave her the details of the 
next chapter of the story.  Roxanne and Dan were 
finally going to consummate their relationship and 
Roxanne would get the special cure that would bind her 
to Dan for the rest of her life; the same cure that Dan 
had given Trace.  He made sure that the drug was 
keeping Ruth in the state he needed her in.  He 
repeatedly reviewed her programming.  All her hypnotic 
triggers.  The details of her personality when she was 
Roxanne Starling.  Her ability to build on the story 
details he gave her until she could enter the fictional 
world he had created, ignoring the reality around her.  
Her ability to ignore anything that he told her to 
ignore while she was Ruth Ann.  The fact she had been 
naked and fingering her own pussy when Trace had first 
entered the office would never occur to her.  

   When he was ready he backed away from both the 
reviving girls.  The drugs affects were already wearing 
off.  His commands placed deep in each of the girls 
psyches while under the drugs influence would not fade.  
>From the darkness he commanded Tracie to resume the 
position she and Ruth had been in when he had 
interrupted the action with the `Revision Mode'.

   Tucking his still hard cock back into his pants he 
backed away from the two girls.  From the darkness he 
gave them their triggers.  "Revision mode complete". 
They were now Trace and Roxanne again and would not 
remember anything that happened during that period.  To 
them nothing had happened since Dan had entered the 
room and injected their pleasure sated bodies.

   ------------------------------------

   Trace managed to lift her body up off of Roxanne.  
Turning to Dan she asked, "What the heck was that?" 
referring to the shot he'd given her.

   Dan towered over her, anger and confusion written on 
his face.  "It was just a little sedative to calm 
Roxanne down.  It looked to me like you could use some 
too."  Turning his body so he wasn't staring at 
Roxanne's still naked form, he tried to lower his voice 
enough so that only Trace would hear him.  "Just what 
the fuck do you think you were doing with her.  Christ 
Trace, I know you have a big sexual appetite but she's 
only nineteen and this really doesn't seem like the 
right time to be seducing her when her parents are on 
there way here right NOW!"

   * God she wanted this man * Trace thought.  Roxanne 
was stirring finally on the cot.  Raising herself up 
and looking towards them.  Her eyes were no longer 
filled with the mindless lusts of before.  Confusion 
and the first signs of shame and fear were beginning to 
grip the poor girl.  This told Trace that the third 
stage of the drugs affects was about to begin.  It was 
the trickiest and most dangerous part of the drugs 
impact.  Trace was frustrated and pleased that Dan had 
made it here.  Frustrated because she knew to get his 
cooperation she was going to have to explain things to 
him that she had wanted to remain a secret.  Pleased 
because without him Roxanne would soon have been in a 
very bad way.

   Trace slipped her shirt on.  It covered her down to 
below her hips.  Pulling a light blanket off a chest 
near the door. Trace threw it to Roxanne. The girl 
immediately pulled it around herself to hide her naked 
state.  Her eyes kept drifting to the floor.  She 
seemed afraid to look at either Dan or Trace.  Afraid 
to see the revulsion and disgust she assumed were in 
their eyes.  She remembered everything she and Trace 
had done and more specifically that Dan had witnessed 
her slutty lesbian behavior.

   Pointing to a chair beside the cot Trace said to Dan 
in an imperious voice, "Sit down, shut up and listen.  
I have some things to tell both of you, and we don't 
have much time"

   "Trace just who the hell do you think......" Dan 
started to raise his voice in protest.

   "SHUT UP!" she screamed directly into the mans face.  
* God what she wouldn't give for the time to take this 
man somewhere and drain his fucking cum ten times *  
"Sit the hell down and don't say another word or I'm 
going to put a bullet in you!" Trace's eyes and tone 
didn't leave much doubt that she was stone cold 
serious.

   Dan sat.  

   Roxanne shifted away from his presence, her 
attention was focused on Trace, hoping for any 
explanation for what was happening to her.  She thought 
for a second that she smelled something.  Her eyes 
flicked towards Dan and then away.  She licked her lips 
and had the disconcerting feeling that she needed 
something.

   "This is a review so everyone pay attention." Trace 
commanded both of their eyes to pay attention to what 
she was saying.

   "Roxanne was given the Mambeezi lust potion.  Dan, 
you don't know what that means so don't pop off until I 
tell you some things.  The potion has three stages.  
Stage one is a loss of self and a surrender to 
sensation.  Stage two is a period of unbelievable 
sexual need, if the victim is not pleasured to orgasm 
repeatedly during this period, they go insane.  They 
lose all will to live.  They become ciphers...  
vegetables.... and they usually suicide, eventually."

   Addressing Dan directly Trace said, "I was given the 
potion myself about two years ago.  You may remember a 
certain night when you and I had our first sexual 
encounter.  A local female Aba woman found me in the 
throes of the first stage when I managed to escape the 
lone warrior who'd drugged me.  She got me through the 
second stage in roughly the same manner in which I just 
pulled Roxanne through."  Trace's eyes slid to 
Roxanne's.  She smiled at the young girl.  Roxanne, 
started to look away and then shook herself.  The time 
for childishness was past.  After what she and Trace 
had been through; after what they had experienced 
together she could not deny her.  Maybe the drug had 
been driving her, but that didn't make the passion and 
pleasure that Trace had given to her any less real.  
She couldn't lie to herself.  She had enjoyed the 
sexual obsession and the powerful orgasms more than any 
event in her life.  She owed Trace her sanity and she 
admitted to herself that she would probably always be 
sexually attracted to Trace.

   Trace watched the rich young woman come to grips 
with what they had done.  When Roxanne finally looked 
Trace in the eye and nodded her head and smiled.  Trace 
knew that Roxanne had come to terms with her actions, 
and the bond that now existed between them.  Internally 
this pleased Trace a great deal.  So admitted to 
herself that she was still very attracted to the pretty 
young woman.  She wouldn't mind a second or third 
chance to drive the girl wild or be pleasured by her.  
Images of Roxanne's pale pink slit and the sounds she 
had made when cumming still rolled pleasurably through 
Trace's mind.

   Roxanne licked her lips again.  A uncomfortable need 
seemed to be settling on her body.  She didn't feel 
very good.

   Addressing them both Trace said, "Here comes the bad 
part.  Stage three."  Turning to Dan she said, "Dan you 
got me through stage three and you didn't even know it.  
I set you up with the help of the Aba woman.  She gave 
me a potion to drive you wild with desire for me and I 
got what I needed to survive the third stage.  Sperm 
and lots of it."

   Laying a hand on Roxanne's shoulder, Trace tried to 
explain what had to be done with as much compassion as 
possible.  "During this stage, you get the hunger.  You 
will have to have male cum.  You will become wild and 
demented in your pursuit of it.  Unfortunately in this 
case a little would be worse than none.  If King Zumum 
had you right now he would make sure that you were tied 
and helpless.  When the need was in total control of 
your body he would make sure you got just the barest 
taste of his diseased seed.  When the stage finally 
passed you would be an addict to his sperm for the rest 
of your life.  You would do anything he said for a 
taste and just the odor of his sperm would drive you 
into a sexual frenzy.  The problem isn't getting you a 
lot of sperm it's getting a lot of sperm from one 
source."

   "Oh my fucking Lord" Dan seemed to be getting the 
point.

   "Shut up Dan, if you don't have anything useful to 
add, keep quiet" Trace ignored the wide eyed man and 
directed her attention to Roxanne again.  She didn't 
miss the fact that Roxanne seemed agitated and her 
tongue seemed to be permanently licking her lips now.

   "It wouldn't help for me to get ten guys to shoot 
cum in a cup for you.  You would just end up addicted 
to ten men instead of one.  The idea is to get you so 
much of one man's sperm during the stage that you only 
end up with a controllable desire for him.  That's what 
I managed to accomplish with studly here.  I still want 
him and I can't honestly say that any man excites me 
the way he does but I can live without him and find 
pleasure in other's arms, as we just so amply proved." 
Trace found and held Roxanne's eyes trying to give her 
the strength to accept what they had to do.

   Reaching into her bag of toys, Trace removed a mason 
jar with some reddish fluid in the bottom.  "Here Dan 
drink this.  You'll need it and she'll need you to have 
taken it".

   "Wait just a second... " Dan seemed ready to argue.  
He stood and began to wave a hand.  "Don't I get any 
say in this?".

   Both Trace and Roxanne answered at the same time, 
"No!" and then they shared a smile.

   "Do you want me to leave, Roxanne?  I can be just 
outside.  Or I can go to my tent." Trace knelt before 
the increasingly jittery girl.

   Roxanne thought for just a few seconds.  It was 
getting harder and harder to think though.  Now that 
she knew what she needed, it was crowding all other 
thoughts out of her mind.  A fire had started in her 
head and was spreading to every nerve ending in her 
body.  She knew total certainty that the only cure was 
Cum!.  Thick gobs of it.  Yummy creamy salty tart 
Sperm.  Gooey thick musky male cream of man.  She had 
to have it!  Reason left the building.  The rules no 
longer applied.  She would do whatever she had to, to 
get what she needed.  Trace leaving or staying didn't 
really matter to her anymore, accept as it applied to 
her getting more Cum!

   Tossing the blanket from her she stood up in 
shameless naked glory.  "You stay" she said to Trace.  
"You drink" she ordered Dan.  She kissed Dan with a 
ferocious hunger and used her tongue to search ever 
corner of his mouth.  When she didn't find what she 
needed she began to lick and kiss her way down his 
body.  She sniffed powerfully.  Her sensitivity to the 
odor she wanted already skyrocketing.

   Dan drank and Trace quickly moved to strip off his 
clothes.  Trace soon had his dick out of his boxers and 
bobbing before his naked body.  Sinking to her knees 
before Dan's prick Roxanne's eyes widened with 
amazement.  "You sucked, that thing?" she asked Trace 
wonder evident in her voice.

   Trace rubbed her bare breasts against Dan's back as 
her hands came around and began to stroke his monster 
prick with both hands.  She had very fond memories of 
it.  Ten inches long and two and a half inches across.  
It was impressive.  She answered Roxanne's question.  
"Never all of it, but it fits surprisingly well in 
other places. Besides you don't have to swallow it to 
make him cum.  Danny boy here just loves to have his 
pecker licked and stroked.  You lick.  I'll stroke."

   Roxanne went to work.  At the first taste of Dan's 
cock she almost passed out in pleasure.  When she 
finally got her first drop of pre-cum into her mouth 
she moaned and fingered herself.  A terrific orgasm 
swept through her.  She quickly worked out the rhythm 
with Trace.  Her tongue and lips glided up and down the 
sides of Dan's magnificent stalk.  Her mouth seemed to 
be salivating at an incredible rate.  She coated him in 
her shiny spit and then licked it up again.  Traces 
fingers gripped and slid up and down the length or Dan.  
She worked him up over four minutes.  When she thought 
he was ready, she warned Roxanne.  

   Roxanne was fully in the grip of the addictive 
compulsion for male sperm.  She was mindlessly talking 
to Dan's cock and begging it to reward her with what 
she wanted.  She had enough intelligence left that when 
Trace told her that Dan was close she did her best to 
get him into her mouth.  She didn't want to miss a 
drop.  Stretching her lips she got Dan's fat plum 
colored tip into her mouth.  Her tongue swirled madly.  
Ignoring the pain she jerked her head forward in little 
motions until a full four inches were past her lips.  
Trace wet a finger in her crotch and then slid it into 
Dan's ass to massage his prostate.  Bucking his hips he 
let loose his cum with a terrific cry of release.

   Roxanne drank every delicious drop.  * Trace was 
right.  She would always want more of this, no matter 
how much she got *.  Immediately she wanted more.  She 
had to have it.  Her hand came up and started a perfect 
imitation of the stroking motion that Trace had used.  
Even Dan had an amazed look on his face as his prick 
re-inflated with hot blood.

   "Again!" Roxanne demanded.

   This time she stroked and sucked Dan's cock by 
herself.  Trace knelt down behind her body as it nearly 
vibrated with her need.  In time to the lewd and lusty 
sucking noises that Roxanne was making; Trace fingered 
and stroked the young girls pussy.  Catching Dan's eyes 
she made a lewd show of stroking Roxanne's enflamed 
clit.  Trace rolled the girls pink nipples between her 
fingers making the rigid and shiny.  She extended her 
tongue and licked Roxanne's body from the base of her 
neck to the cleft of her ass.  If Roxanne hadn't 
believed that Dan was excited and therefore more likely 
to cum faster by watching this erotic vision, she would 
have stopped Trace.  The orgasms she experienced were 
terrific but nothing mattered more than getting more of 
Dan's cum.

   Dan came again.  Roxanne was a wild animal gulping 
and vacuuming up each drop she could get.  It seemed to 
her that Dan's second cum had been twice as large and 
even better tasting and more wonderful than the first.

   "Again?!!!" she said stroking for all she was worth 
and pleased to see Dan's length raising to the 
challenge again.

   "Ooo fer Fuck's sake use a little imagination" Trace 
complained in a laughing tone.  "Fuck her Dan.  In case 
you don't remember, I ate every load you gave me that 
night whether it was in my mouth, pussy or ass.  She 
won't miss a drop regardless.  You might as well make 
her enjoy it.".

   "NOW!!  GIVE ME MORE CUM!!" Roxanne cried concerned 
only with her own needs.  

   Dan picked her up off the floor with his powerful 
arms.  He laid her on the large leather couch.  Roxanne 
couldn't remember when the couch had entered the tent, 
but then she remembered it wasn't a couch it was a 
large pile of crates and tenting cloth shaped like a 
couch.

   Pushing back Roxanne's knee's, Dan fit just the tip 
of his cock into her opening.  He entered her as slowly 
as he could.  Inch by inch he sank his prick into her 
hot wet pussy.  It was tough going but Roxanne's moans 
of delight encouraged him to give her as much as she 
could take.  At six inches he stopped.  Reaching 
between their bodies he stroked her exposed clit, 
gently with his thumb.  She came.  Her screams of 
pleasure were cut off as Trace mounted Roxanne's body 
and sat her hot black quim down over her girlfriends 
mouth.  Leaning towards Dan, Trace twisted and rubbed 
her own nipples.  Delicious explosions of pleasure 
charged through her body.  Roxanne's tongue was driving 
her wild.  

   "Fuck her Dan, she needs you to cum!  Fill her full 
of your hot jism." Trace begged and moaned directly 
into Dan's mouth.

   Easing his weight back, Dan began a slow fucking 
motion.  The heat and exquisite tightness of Roxanne's 
sheath were incredible.  He could feel every inch of 
her juicy snatch sucking and pulling at the sensitive 
tissue around the rim of his cock.

   Trace turned lusty cheerleader and whispered horny 
encouragement in his ear.  "Oooh Baby isn't that a 
sweet hot little pussy?  Don't you just love fucking 
the tight little cunt?  Ummmm Roxy baby has her hot 
little tongue buried in my snatch.  Rrrhgggg and ooooo 
now our little honey girl is licking my asshole.  
Doesn't that make you hot?  Give her a big load of cum!  
In and out.  In and out.  Fuck her sweet honey hole.  
Cum Dan!  Cum up her hot pussy."  

   With a grunt of release, Dan let his sperm erupt 
form his cock.  The juice Trace had given him was 
working overtime.  His usual output wasn't doubled or 
tripled it had to be ten times the largest spray he had 
ever produced.  He came for what seemed like twenty 
seconds.  "Unnnnnnhhhhhh Ahhhhhh URRRRR 
rrrrgggggggggg".

   Trace quickly got out of the way.  It probably hurt, 
but Roxanne managed to pull Dan's log out of her 
orgasming pussy in time to catch the majority of his 
cream on her tits.  She stroked him like a farmer 
getting milk from a cow.  Each powerful stroke adding 
another jet of sticky white fluid to the mass filling 
her cleavage.  Dan finally stopped.  Roxanne pigged out 
on cum.  With greedy fingers she scooped and licked up 
every drop.  Trace's fingers went into Roxanne's still 
contracting twat and scooped out the cum that had 
flowed there.  She carefully fed these sticky streamers 
to Roxanne even as Roxanne was gobbling up the mess on 
her breasts.  

   When almost every drop had been consumed, Trace 
licked a tiny bit off her own hand.  She felt an erotic 
heat pass through her that reminded her how much she 
loved Dan's sperm herself.  At Roxanne's reproachful 
look she said "You want more, he's got more, don't be 
greedy, don't waste time.  Make him cum again.  Don't 
worry he'll have that much or more ready for you in 
about five minutes."

   "I want more cum!" Roxanne snarled at them both, 
then a sneaky look crossed her face.

   Grabbing Trace by the arm she nearly threw her onto 
her knees on the crates.  Directing Dan she yelled.  
"Fuck her!  Fuck her hot brown slit till you cum.  Fill 
her sweet cunny with your   Your   nnnnhhhh your 
fucking cream".  She quickly positioned the man behind 
Trace's body and nearly pushed his prick into the girl.  
Roxanne had a plan for making Dan cum as quickly as 
possible.  Trace's hot pussy would stroke his rod and 
Roxanne would entertain him with an erotic show.

   Dan grabbed hold of Trace's hips and slowly plowed 
into the older girls hot wet folds.  Trace groaned in 
mindless pleasure and lowered her head to ease the 
entrance of the giant stalk.  It filled her and 
thrilled every erotic sense in her body.  She still 
didn't understand why Roxanne wanted her to be on the 
receiving end of such a glorious fucking, but she 
wasn't going to argue.  As Dan began to pump she came 
almost immediately.  It was a small one but she knew 
that if she could get Dan to fill her with his scalding 
hot fuck cream that she would lose her mind with 
pleasure.

   Roxanne snatched up two of the vibrators from the 
floor.  Turning them both on she began to dance 
erotically before Dan's unbelieving eyes.

   Roxanne slipped the first vibrator down her body, 
between her firm breasts and directly onto her clit.  
She slowly sawed the buzzing wand back and forth across 
the fleshy nugget.  Arching her hips and bending her 
knees she made sure that Dan could see every horny 
movement.  "Watch me Dan.  I'm not a child.  I'm a 
horny fucking woman.  I'm a slut bitch with nothing on 
her mind but CUM.  Give me your cum you horny fucker.  
Shoot your hot cum up Trace's hot wet slit.  You know 
you want to watch me lick it out.  You can watch me 
suck all that thick cream right out of her pussy."  The 
first vibrator entered her cunny and she groaned and 
shook her whole body in an erotic dance.  Turning away 
from Dan, Roxanne bent at the waist.  The taut cheeks 
of her ass quivered and she alternated bending each 
knee making her cheeks bounce and grind.  She looked 
back at him past the hand pumping the vibrator into her 
sex.  She licked her lips and waggled her tongue at 
him.   Lifting the second vibrator to her lips she gave 
it a slow sexy blowjob.

   Dan's hips started shooting forward pounding at 
least nine inches into Trace's body.  His eyes never 
missed a single motion of Roxanne's show.  Trace was so 
turned on she couldn't do anything but grunt into the 
couch and drool.  She'd never taken this much of Dan's 
length.  The tip of his cock was pounding painfully at 
her cervix.  If not for the incredible pleasure 
emanating from her clit and the burning friction in her 
pussy she would have been crying in pain.  Instead her 
mind was buried in a white cloud of joyous sensation.  

   "Watch me Dan.  See what I've become.  I'll do 
anything for you.  Anything if you'll just cum for me".  
Roxanne panted with honest desire.  She twirled her 
tongue around the second vibrator one last time, 
leaving it shiny with her spit.  Reaching back, she 
quickly lined it up with her flexing asshole and shoved 
it in.  She arched her hips in Dan's direction and 
shock her stuffed holes at him.  "Ummmmm this Cum-slut 
has both her holes filled."  Making sure to catch Dan's 
eyes with hers she said "Don't I deserve something in 
reward Dan?  You know what I want!  Give it to me."  
She could see he was aching to deliver.  Grabbing the 
base of both vibrators she began to slam fuck herself.  
First front, then back and then again, and again faster 
and faster.  Finally she drove her self to another 
orgasm.  Releasing the vibrators she clenched her ass 
and pussy down on them holding them in place.  Rushing 
to Dan she clung to him.  She thrust her tongue into 
his mouth as her cries of pleasure escaped her.  

   Dan came.  He filled Trace's pussy until it 
overflowed and began to squirt out onto her thighs.

   Trace exploded with her orgasm.  Screams and yips of 
pleasure, grew and grew and then petered off as she 
passed out from the mind blowing experience.

   Roxanne went to work.  Pulling Dan out of Trace's 
sucking cunt she fell onto his prick.  Like a ravenous 
animal she licked and sucked his prick, balls and 
thighs clean of every ounce of sperm.  She was happy to 
see while sucking him, that he was able to become erect 
again.  Grabbing the unconscious Trace, Roxanne 
carelessly flipped her onto her back.  She regarded her 
oozing pussy like a smorgasbord made up just with her 
in mind.  Diving tongue first into Trace's sticky 
cummy. crotch, Roxanne wasted just enough time to order 
Dan to get behind her and start fucking her again.  She 
didn't want to waste anytime getting his next load 
while she ate this one.

   An incongruous thought passed through her sex addled 
mind.  She hoped that when her parents came to get her 
in the morning that she would be able to walk.  She 
drilled her tongue into Trace and swallowed another 
large dollop of sperm mixed with Trace's creamy pussy 
juice.

   She was Roxanne Starling.  She was a beautiful rich 
young white woman.  She had been captured by Mambeezi 
warriors while on safari in deepest Africa.  Dan Dawson 
had saved her but not before she was given the awful 
lust potion.  All the details surrounding the 
experience she'd lived through before and since were 
vivid and complete in her mind.  No doubts.  No 
concerns.  She was Roxanne Starling.

   She hoped Dan would cum again soon.

   ----------------------------

   As Alan began to fuck Ruth Ann's pussy for the 
second time, he considered his options.  He so enjoyed 
his Writer's blocks.  Other authors he had heard were 
scared to death of them.  Not him.  He wrapped his 
hands in Roxanne's long auburn hair and listened to the 
sound of her slurping tongue eating his spunk out of 
Tracie's squishy quim.  He had another twenty or thirty 
minutes of Roxanne's stage three to enjoy.  Looking at 
Ruth's winking asshole he thought about taking the 
cherry of her ass.

   He decided to wait.  There would be time.  Ruth 
would be here in his office or at his home, as often as 
he required.  Roxanne the character that he had created 
and Ruth had supplied the details to was complete.  
Roxanne would meet Dan many more times in his stories.  
Each time she would be ready and eager to fuck and suck 
the man who had saved her with his cum.  Dan liked the 
Roxanne character.  He picked up speed, and enjoyed a 
thrill of power and control.  

   He continued to fuck his prick deeper and deeper 
into Ruth's willing hole.  Her cunt was gripping him 
marvelously despite her split attention.

   * I wonder if Roxanne (or do I mean Ruth Ann), has 
any sisters that might find themselves in Africa?   
I've enjoyed this little twosome.  Maybe I'll introduce 
Roxanne to Anwa my Egyptian prostitute character or Sue 
Lin the Chinese bush pilot character.  Hmmm!! *

   To Dr. Prestor the beauty of his arrangement was in 
the simplicity.

   Just like her sister Hypno slaves, Ruth wouldn't 
remember her time as Roxanne.  He'd give her one more 
injection and run a last comprehensive hypnotic 
session.  Trace would have her programming renewed.  
Roxanne would get the full treatment.  He would set up 
the memory blocks.  He would give her the instructions 
that would insure that Ruth Ann Sawyer would check in 
periodically with him.  

   For as long as he wanted she would be just a phrase 
away.

   As in Fiction ... So in Life


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