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Usually, it takes two to three doses to addict my target, then I change solutions and introduce agents that break down her inhibitions and self-esteem. (MF, nc, mc, huml, drugs) *** CHAPTER ONE ----------- Sarah walks into the office wearing a white blouse and a mid-thigh skirt as ordered. I could just see the tips of her breasts move freely beneath the fabric. Her nipples are hard. Good. The conditioning is working perfectly. I sit behind my desk playing absently with the new toy my friends in Germany sent me. I quickly hide it in the crook of the chair. I would hate to spoil Sarah's surprise. Sarah is an attractive blond in an ordinary way. She has even features with a slightly bulbous nose and her eyes are a little too widely spaced to be called pretty, but her mouth is sweet. Red luscious lips pouting naturally begged to be filled with a man's cock. Her breasts are wonderful too: full moons with an upward tilt ending in pronounced nipples that demand to be tweaked mercilessly. I don't like to work with stunningly beautiful woman. They attract too much attention and usually have too many people interested in their welfare. While Sarah is still very attractive, no one is looking closely at her life to notice the changes in her. At least not now, not until it will be too late. As she walks over to me I swivel the chair to face her. I wanted to catch the mixture of disgust, fear, and longing that her face betrays even as she tries to remain impassive. I know what she wants, what every neuron in her brain is craving. Her eyes fix on the drawer she knows the syringe is kept. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips in anticipation. After all, it has been a week, she has waited patiently since her last session. No whining or wheedling like before, just holding on until her summons. Now it's her time for a taste. She stops in front of me, her hand seeking out my knee for support to kneel between my legs. I brush her hand away causing her to look up in alarm at the change in the long tradition of preliminary blowjobs. I rise to meet her gaze thrilling in the change of her expression to fear with just a shadow of panic now darkening her features. God, I love to see them squirm. I reach out for her breasts and run my hand over her stiff nipples. Yes, she is excited too. Her mouth opens in a silent gasp at the intense feelings. "Turn around," I tell her. She obeys immediately . I reach down and massage her ass. It is nicely formed and benefiting from the mandatory workouts in the gym. I lift the fabric of her skirt to reveal the pink flesh beneath. No panties obstruct my view of her freshly shaved vagina. I run a finger down the center of her crack reaching up toward her clit. This time she exhales a low moan. "Please," she whispers, "I'm ready." While speaking she presses her ass against me forcing my fingertips into her warmth. I reach down and open the drawer holding the syringe. Her breath quickens and she can't help craning back to try and catch a glimpse of the instrument of her salvation. I lean against her and force her to bend over my desk while grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her. Instead of the syringe, however, I pull out a pair of standard issue hand-cuffs and expertly imprison both her hands behind her back. Sarah relaxes in her bondage, bending her knees slightly to ease the expected penetration. I have other things on my mind just then. I grab up my toy from Germany and force the ball gag in her unsuspecting mouth. She gags slightly while I tighten the strap, but Sarah has been bound before and quickly adjusts, or tries to adjust. This ball gag is attached to a bulb air pump like on a blood pressure cuff. As I pump air into the gag it expands a bladder into her mouth and down her throat. Once again I see that delicious mixture of surprise panic and fear in her eyes as the bladder fills her mouth and begins to push down deep. Only then do I release my rock hard erection and force myself into her pussy. The expanding ball gag replaces her mild arousal with a state of dread panic. It soon becomes difficult for her to breathe. Her hands trapped behind her begin to claw at my shirt. She tries to buck me off, desperate for air and the bladder pushes deeper down her throat. The more she fights, the better my cock feels sliding into her pussy. Each thrash and buck sends delicious slivers of pleasure through my body. I lean on top of her slamming my dick into her pussy. Sarah completely loses it and begins to lose consciousness. I can see the spasms growing and know now is the time. I reach into the drawer again and take out the syringe. With one more good thrust I ram my meat deep into her pussy and jab the needle into one of the extended veins on her neck. Instantly, Sarah has a crashing orgasm. Every muscle knots and release in her whole body. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and literally squeezes the cum out of me. My own orgasm is intense, it feels like her cunt is milking my penis in shuddering waves of pleasure. I press the air release on the ball gag deflating the bladder and allowing her to breathe. "Damn, baby," I mutter. " That was too much." I stripped off the ball gag and let Sarah take a gasping breath. She still was in the early throes of the drug high and the sudden intake of oxygen set her off into another spasm of world class orgasms. Her eyes roll back, her mouth hangs loose in her mouth, her pussy scraps the edge of the desk as she grinds her clitoris into the woodwork. A few minutes later Sarah sits quietly trying to repair the damage to her blouse which was torn during her exertions. "How is your head?" I asked. While gagged she rammed the desk and raised a welt on her forehead. She didn't answer me; apparently the bladder had done a number on her vocal chords. It hurt her to whisper. Instead she gave me a pouty look of pain, defeat and embarrassment that meant to make me feel guilty. I just saw the image of her choking down my dick and felt my penis stir. Frankly it didn't look like Sarah would be up to more fun. Perhaps my secretary, or that young girl and the coffee shop. Yeah she'd be worth a quick blowjob. CHAPTER TWO ----------- Sarah's crashing orgasm milks the cum out of me, but it leaves me unsatisfied. I still need to feel my fully extended dick stuffed down the throat of some pretty young girl. I open my wall safe and took out two syringes filled with the Taste drug and lock up the rest. I can feel Sarah's eyes hungrily follow my every move. Just minutes after her latest fix and she wants more. I shake my head. She is burning out already and it's my own fault for bringing her along too quickly. I make a mental note to evaluate my procedures, but I know why I forced her treatment. Her mouth looks so good with my dick in it. Even now, knowing it would radically accelerate her collapse, I want to force her to fellate me. I stiffen and ignoring her whorish pleading eyes walk out of my office to the reception area. My secretary, Rachel Brim, had one of my "patients" kneeling between her legs while she rubs her pussy over her face. The girl's mouth and nose shone with slick juices desperately trying to please her tormentor. "That's it bitch," Rachel sneers, "Lick that pussy clean." As I walked over to get a better look, Brim attention instantly turned to me. "I caught this bitch," she begins to explain while picking up her riding crop and tapping the rear end of the submissive girl, "in a violation of the dress code." "So you thought you'd go easy on her," I reply as I pick up the hem of the girl's skirt and reach underneath. Ah yes, I remember her. She was a stewardess for some airline when I first gave her a taste. Now, of course, she works for me. In mock horror I flip up her skirt to reveal a pair of cotton panties stretched tight across her ass cheeks. "You are perceptive Miss Brim," I say, "A clear violation." The girl lets out a moan and begins to cry. Instantly, Brim snatches her crop and whips her slave across the face. "Silence." she hisses. "Well, she has to punished," I say while slowly removing her panties; first lifting one leg then another. " How about we suspend her weekly ration?" That immediately brought a protest from the girl. It is quickly squashed by Miss Brim who shoves one of her gloved hands into the woman's mouth making her gasp and choke. The weekly ration is a very diluted potion of the Taste and some other addictive substances. It is just enough to take the edge off the insatiable itch that otherwise grew to intolerable levels. It allows me to control my patients without destroying their personalities. "Perhaps she would like a different punishment," I say while taking the riding crop out of Brim's free hand and begin wrapping the cotton panties around its stem. Brim forces her hand in the girl's mouth trapping her tongue between her fingers. I kicked at the girl's heels and she instantly spread her legs unaware of what I had ready for her punishment. Spreading her cheeks with one hand I aim the crop and panties at the small brown ring of her anus then slowly start shoving the panties up her ass. The ex-stewardess (what was her name?) starts to buck as the pain increases, but I keep up the steady pressure slowly twisting the leather crop and jamming the cotton panties deeper and deeper. In a desperate moment the girl breaks free of Brim's grasp and pleads with me to stop. "God, stop it, stop it gaagghh" she moans before Brim's hand forces its way back into her mouth. Brim screeches at her to be silent and looks at me her face a mask of lust. "Ram it all the way in," she hisses eyes bright with desire. I knew better than to permanently damage this whore just yet. I leave the crop firmly planted in her ass, the panties completely shoved in. She won't break that rule any time soon. Once again I am tempted to let Miss Brim or her chastised student to relieve my sexual tension. Once again I stiffen my resolve to wait for more delicious game. "I'll be gone for about an hour," I tell my secretary as I head out the door. "Please clean up after yourself." "You hear that bitch," she mock whispers to her slave, "I've got a whole hour to show you some respect." It was a stroke of luck that I found someone so enthusiastic as Miss Brim. Now I'm off to find someone worthy of my attention. CHAPTER THREE ------------- Out of the office, I stop at the newsstand and buy a small box of imported caramels. In the privacy of a telephone cubbyhole I unwrap the box and gently insert the needle of one of the taste-filled syringes into the candy. Just couple of drops is all I need for two of them. The third one I knead out a little bubble and fill it carefully with a quarter ounce of the precious liquid. Placing the candy back in its plastic tray, I walk out into the street. The Taste solution is actually three or four different psychoactive chemicals that can be mixed in varying degrees of intensity depending on the girl's resistance. Usually, it takes two to three doses to addict my target, then I change solutions and introduce agents that break down her inhibitions and self-esteem. The girl I'm seeing right now is weak, after just one dose she's ready for the next step in the training. The coffee shop is just around the corner from my office. I normally avoid crappy food like this, but as I walked by last week she was at the window booth. A bright cheery girl with a halo of blonde hair and a voluptuous figure. I don't particularly like well- endowed woman, but she was young and strong and carried her large breasts easily. As she turned to service another table I imagined her breasts to have a delightful upturn to them with a hard beautiful nipple crowning each one. I knew then I had to have her; I had to see those breasts up close. Since then I've made contact and planted the seed. I used my favorite ruse. I offer her a doctored candy telling her that it is a new product my company in developing that has no fat or cholesterol and only 5 calories per candy. Women fall for that story all the time. Instantly after ingesting the candy, the drug is carried by the taste and smell nerve sensors directly to the brain and causes an explosion of activity in the pleasure center. This sudden rush is accompanied a few seconds later with a slight numbing sensation as the second drug washes over the neurons of the pleasure center. This drug competes with the receptor sites on the ends of the nerve endings and blocks all those except the ones opened by the first drug. This is when the fun begins. As this second drug invades the pleasure center, more and more receptors are filled with a blank substance that negates any impulses for endorphin and serotonin production hormonal levels. Meanwhile a third drug courses through the blood stream and deactives any hormones already in the blood stream. The brain at this point finds itself in a peculiar situation. It craves stimulation, but the only stimulation it is receiving is from the sites first activated by the drug. Therefore the source of that stimulus becomes extremely important to the brain. It uses every resource to locate and secure a supply of this stimulus. A person's ego and superego which control its inhibitions and desires simply cannot compete with the powerful force of their own inner desire. They are crushed under the weight of a mind driven to stimulate itself. And this is only the first half of the treatment. Penny, my latest experiment, sees me come in and gives a little cry of delight. For the last three days I waited while the drug focused all her desires, imaginings, and dreams on the first caramel candy I gave her. Of course no other candy, no other taste, can satisfy her now. She is serving a couple and practically drops the food on their laps. The young girl rushes over to me and escorts me over to one of their tables. Penny really is a sweet girl and she uses, perhaps is driven by, her sweet nature to fawn over me. "Oh I haven't seen you in ages," she says gently touching my shoulder. She leans over to straighten the place mat and brushes her breasts against my arm. She smells wonderful. "You smell wonderful," I say enjoying her desperate attempt to please me. "Thank you," Penny beams "I can't seem to smell it. My nose must be stuffed up." I pick up the menu and pretend to concentrate on my order. Penny drifts away and turned back to her other customers. Always, though, her eyes are on me ready to detect the slightest movement. I wait till she's in the middle of pouring a cup of coffee for a middle-aged matron then clear my throat. "You stupid girl!" the old bag screams as the hot coffee soaks her skirt. Penny apologizing profusely beelines for my table. "Are you ready to order?" she says ignoring the ruckus behind her. "I'm not really hungry," I begin taking the candy box out of my jacket and opening it on the Formica table top. "But I thought you might be." If a car crashed into the cafe penny would not have noticed it. All her attention was directed at the box of caramels exactly like those she had three days ago. Her mind must be screaming at her to grab them and cram them in her mouth, but she holds back watching what I do. Behind her the matron is yelling for the manager; people are cranking around in their seats. "I think that woman wants you." I tell her. "Fuck that bitch," Penny replies. She reaches out to touch the caramels. "Meet me by the phones in five minutes." I talk slowly to make sure she hears me. I close the box and put it quickly in my pocket. That breaks the spell. Penny nervously looks back at the old women and her boss, a short, balding Greek. I stand up and head for the bathroom. The last time I was here I scouted a perfect location for the next phase of the training. The coffee shop is in a large office building and has a doorway into the lobby. Right next to their door is a janitor's closet. It cost 50 dollars to get the key, but the room was perfect. Five minutes later, Penny shows up. "I quit," she shrugs. I hold out a caramel. She pick it up like a flower and softly places it in her mouth. "Oh my," she speaks in a hushed tone. The few drops of the taste work quickly, but do not last. This solution is similar to the first. Instead of intense flavor and smell reactions, however, it induces intense sexual sensations. As the drug works its magic Penny falls into a kind of a swoon. Any touch, even that of her clothes, excites her stimulus-starved brain. I usher her out of the restaurant and to the closet. At the threshold she struggles. Her mind is in a fog of sensation. "Wait..." she mumbles. I put another Taste-laced candy to her lips. "Have another," I whisper. She shudders at the hot breath on her ear. The two doses combine to make her a little intoxicated. The young girl giggles as she stumbles into the room. I lock the door behind me. The room is large enough to two shelves on either wall and a couple of chairs in the middle. Penny, still in a daze, sits on one and smiles at me. Her lust left uncontrolled by the drug begins to build. Seductively she opens her legs and strokes her legs. "I am soo hot." she tells me. "Then take off your uniform." "No," she says coyly, spinning the chair around. I come up behind her and stoop to kiss her neck. Each kiss makes her gasp. Slowly I unzip the dress and pull it off her. She stands and faces me. I can see her struggling to maintain control. "Wait," she gasps, "Something's not right." I unhook her bra and she grabs it before it falls. "Wait,' she is pleading now, not with me, but with the desire rippling through her body. I firmly pull the bra away and reveal a beautiful set of breasts with sweet upturned nipples. I reach out and cup one rolling a nipple between two fingertips. "Ahhhh," Penny's head rolls back. I bend slightly and capture the sweet bud of her breast in my lips. "OH MY!" she exclaims. My other hand snakes under her panties to her cunt. She is sopping wet. I curl a finger into her slit and search for the bud of her clitoris. The swollen nubbin bounces against my touch. Penny orgasms, squeezing her thighs together as her cunt spasms in delight. I break our embrace and walk over to one of the chairs. I hold her hand and lead in front of me. "Tell me," I ask as I unzip my pants. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock?" "M-My boyfriend like me to lick his ..."She trails off still recovering from the intense orgasm. "Good" I say. Taking off my suit jacket and hanging it over the back of the chair. "Please show me what you can do." Penny was too hot, too confused, too overwhelmed to refuse. She knelt down pulling my stiffening cock out and began to lick it. Oh what a joy it is to see a woman one her knees licking your member. What absolute satisfaction and contentment. Of course, Penny wasn't very good. Even relieved of her inhibitions she barely inserted two inches of my penis into her mouth. This wouldn't do at all. She had to start training right away. I took the last doctored caramel out of my pocket and began to soften it in my palm. The drug had absorbed into the caramel so it did not squirt out of the pocket I had made. Penny's eyes followed my manipulations. "You want this last one don't you my whore." Penny said nothing, she just nodded. "You are my whore are you not?" Penny pulled me out of her mouth and agreed. "I am not your whore." "You aren't! "I say thrilled at her defiant tone. "You certainly don't suck cock like a whore. I will have to teach you." With that said, I take the softened caramel and wrap it around the base of my erect member. Penny release the tip of my penis from her mouth pick the candy off. "No, No," I say batting her hand away. "Put your hands behind your back whore, Right Now! You'll have to get this sweet the hard way." Penny looks at me with a mind-swooning mixture of hate, fear, and lust. I can feel my asshole tighten with lust of my own. She takes my member back in her mouth. Slowly, her eyes fixed on the caramel bullring she forces herself to swallow my dick. God the sensation is incredible. "That's it" I instruct her. "Slowly, slowly, don't push too hard. Breathe through your nose. Don't be scared if you gag, its just the gag reflex . Let it pass." Three inches are down her throat, four inches to go. I can feel her tongue swish out trying to get a preview taste. Five inches down, her gag reflex is kicking in and she puts her arms forward to support her weight. I have to remember that she disobeyed me. At six inches down I can see her throat working to accommodate my dick. She can smell the caramel now, it is soaked through and through with the Taste and it drive her on. "Just an inch or so away baby," I say. "You want it, then take it you whore!" I grab the back of her head and ram forward with my hips in one powerful stroke. Penny's eyes roll into the back of her head as the big dose of the taste slams into her system. Her legs shake as she orgasms and pisses herself at the same time. She lets out a huge fart too. Her mouth is working feverishly at the base of my cock licking off the sticky ambrosia. The feeling of my cock fully-extended down her throat is incredible, but I know how to make it indescribably delicious. I reach down and pinch off her nose shutting off her air. Immediately her lungs expand to try and force some air in. This creates a partial vacuum in the soft tissues of her throat which collapse in around my dick. As I said the feeling cannot be described. Especially when you look into their eyes and see the mixture of fear, panic, lust and humiliation dancing around inside their head. I can only last a few moments at this juncture and come deeply and generously. Penny is bucking so furiously that U can't hold her and she disgorges my cock while coughing and gagging on my sperm. Damn that was good. "Well," I say picking up her uniform to wipe my dick off. "wasn't that fun." CHAPTER FOUR ------------ So spent am I from my exertions with Penny I did not bother the pretty brunette who I meet in the elevator in my office building. I remember the two days and nights we spent forcing her to fuck every male in her dorm. Why can I never remember their names! I chastise myself. Her fear and anticipation amuse me greatly as we travel upward, but as I said I am too drained to avail myself. Miss Brim is not at her desk when I open the door for the young coed. Muffled thuds come from one of the back rooms. "My secretary will be right with you," I say as I open the door I think might contain Miss Brim. Immediately a girl charges out; she is naked except for being handcuffed and having a hood fastened over her head completely blinding her. She stumbles past me and slams into the wall opposite with tremendous force. I notice a riding crop sticking out of her asshole like a demented weather vane. "Come back here!" screeches Miss Brim now dressed in leathers and holding a dog collar in her hand. She blushes when she sees me. "I'm sorry,, s-sir I..." I wave her explanation away and point to her charge who has wandered into the lobby. My pretty brunette stands there stock still her eyes darting towards the safety of the door. Brim barrels past and grabs the riding stock sticking out of her playmate's ass. "Get back inside!" she hisses steering the bound girl back to the back room. A piteously moan erupts from beneath the hood. Brim twists the pole and rams the girl into the wall. "Silence!" she screams one inch from the hood. As they pass me I reach out and grab one of Brim's breasts which has worked free from the leather halter. She stops instantly and a shudder runs through her body. I grab the exposed nipple between my fingers and roll it roughly; twisting it hard. Brim gulps air raggedly. She does not say a word. "Let's have a little more attention to the job and a little less recreation," I say softly. Then I bend slightly and take her nipple in my mouth. It is a hard little pebble beneath my tongue. I bite down hard grinding my incisors until I feel the skin break and the blood gush forth. I bite harder, pulling back to rip open the wound. Brim cries out, but with superhuman strength stifles her anguish. I chew on her nipple as I walk away forcing myself not to look back at her pain. In the privacy of my office I check my calendar: a pickup from Sarah at tea time and then tonight's theatrics with Marina. I open my safe and take out an ample supply of the Taste liquid wrapping it carefully and placing it in a small leather pouch. As I enter the lobby of my office I half expected Miss Brim waiting with pistol to take her revenge. Of course she is no where to be seen. The pretty brunette, still standing, opens her mouth to speak. "Ah yes," I say. She reaches into her bag, takes out an envelope, and holds it out to me. Filled with cash, no doubt, from her customers for the week. I take the envelope and hold on to her hand. A thrill goes through me as I see her stiffen in fear. I bend down and kiss her hand tonguing Brim's nipple out on her palm. "Souvenir." Sarah Covington was addicted to sex before she became addicted to the taste. I didn't have to search her out; she came to me after I encountered a few of her friends. She was in her late thirties and in full bloom. A buxom full-lipped redhead with a drop dead smile. She was already notorious for breaking up two or three marriages and even more notorious for NOT breaking up a few more. Most attractive to me: she was rich. Her two dead husbands left her millions which I wanted to fund my operations. What surprised me was that her greatest worth was her knowledge of every liaison, affair, and adultery among her rich elite set. Her persuasive abilities made her gossip central for the noveau-riche and old money types. With her help I targeted dozens of lonely women to milk out small amounts of money instead of draining one victim and possibly attracting undue attention. Today I meet her in one of the elegant private rooms her hotel. A tasteful three star establishment with just a dozen or so suites. Each one completely wired for video and sound recording. As I walk in I see her with a very beautiful older women, perhaps 45 or 50. They are seated and as I approach the haughty older woman stands and hands Sarah an envelope. Sarah hands her a small box. It's a thrill to realize that Sarah can manipulate these women without my help. Even I don't fully realize how many women are beholden to the Taste. The older women brushes past me. I smell the rich perfume left in her wake. Smells like old money to me. "Sarah!" I call out, "delighted to see you." Sitting down a waitress appears instantly carrying a coffeepot. I wave her away watching her bare ass peek out beneath her short skirt. " "Remember that lawyer who tried to sue you last year? Sarah says noticing my interest. "Is that her?" "Lord no!" Sarah continues, "It is her younger sister. Just some insurance in she proves hesitant." "So," I begin, changing the subject. "What have you got for me?" Sarah flashes that brilliant smile at me and reaches into her bag. She slides over a large mailing envelope. I open it and see it filled with wrapped bundles of cash. "The Usual," she says, "And something a little unusual. " She hands me another manila envelope much thinner this time. I smile. What a joy to have found Sarah, She is one of the only operatives I allow to sell the Taste letting her keep enough for herself and her own slaves. In the envelope are pictures. I recognize them immediately as the cool older blonde that just left. She is not very haughty in these pictures. A huge black penis is poised in front of her face. Her distaste is wonderfully apparent. The next photo shows the penis half-shoved down her throat. A third shows two black men fucking her mouth and pussy at once. "Wonderful," I mutter as I flip over each picture. "Next week," Sarah says "I want pictures of her with her best friend, then maybe her daughters. I've lined up two more potential performers as well." "You have done well, my child" I cannot hide my admiration for her initiative and she realizes she has an opening. "I am so grateful that I have pleased you, My lord." Sarah takes my hand and gently licks one finger. My cock is ramrod hard at her touch. "Well," I says shifting my erection to a comfortable position. "Perhaps we should think of pleasing you." "I need nothing but your presence," Sarah whispers reaching under the table to stroke my cock. "Really?" I nod. "I've completed a new generation. Would you like to be the first?" Sarah stands up quickly and practically pulls me with her. "Let's go!" she says. CHAPTER FIVE ------------ Sorry for the long delay in finishing this episode, but I have to live it before I can write about it, don't you know. All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a story about the humiliation and degradation of women and not for casual readers, Please do not continue if you are a sensitive soul or under 21 years old. Sarah throws open the doors of her inner sanctum and strides in like a queen in her throne room. Two servants, beautiful girls with saved heads and severe bondage that obscenely extend their tongues like dogs in heat attend her. They move surprisingly quick since it looks like some sort of device plunges in an out of their assholes as they walk. Sarah orders them to prepare her Chair . She begins undressing. For a moment I feel she has forgotten about me focusing so hard on the vial of the Taste that she holds gently up to the light. The glass glows in a green florescent flicker that seems almost alive. "Don't worry my dear," she speaks reading my mind while still staring at the new generation of the Taste drug. "I haven't forgotten how much I depend on you." She gives me a look that could give an erection to the Pope and slowly reveals her gorgeous breasts. She comes over and presses her perfumed flesh onto my chest. "Let me suck your dick," she pleads with mock sincerity, "force your prick deep in my mouth." Expertly, Sarah exposes my penis, gently stroking it towards erection. I take the vial from her hand and unstopper it. She freezes, my penis pulses under her hand like a frightened bird. She leans forward, her lips brush my ear and she exhales her hot breath precisely in the right spot. "Give me the full dose this time." "Sure," I agree sarcastically, "half a dose of the last generation almost killed you." Sarah resumes her expert massage of my dick. "Then kill me this time." she hisses. Sarah's slave appears at the doorway and struggles to emit a small squeak, a signal that her Chair is ready. Sarah had a special platform built to restrain her charges. The centerpiece was a chair that could be configured in hundreds of different positions. Many a young girl felt the kiss of the lash or the thrust of the penetration in the contraption. I know I've seen enough video from this room- - chamber really, dungeon actually. This time the room looks more like a hospital and it is Sarah's turn to sit in the steel and leather device. The slaves have set up a hospital pump, bags of plasma and whole blood, and wheeled in a full-size pulmonary resuscitator. A fully equipped crash cart sits humming nearby unlike last time when we had to spend precious minutes waiting for the paddles to warm up. Sarah grabs one of her girls by the tongue and maneuvers her over to my side. The girl immediately drops on all fours waiting for my slightest desire. My dear comrade, for that is what Sarah has become to me, gracefully alights on her throne and begins strapping herself in. It takes a few minutes to calibrate the monitors and power up the instruments. The room fills with the white noise of machinery and Sarah's beauty is hidden behind the gauze tape and trappings. The one slave, a nurse in their former life, stands ready to revive her mistress. Sarah pauses now and then motions to me to bend down closely in a false show of secrecy. "Fuck me while I take the drug," she whispers then playfully bites my ear. "You know you won't feel anything from me." I explain, "It all work up here." I tap her forehead. She grabs my fingertip with her mouth and seductively sucks my finger back and forth. "I know," she says, "Fuck me anyway. I want to know you are inside me." My dick, rock hard, rubs her silken thigh as if it already knows my answer, but I fight off my own enthusiasm. "I need to stay focused," I say. "Let one of your children..." "No," she shakes her head, "You." "Damint, Sarah." My dick is rock hard at the anticipation. Actually, I had no idea what it would feel like to be inside her cunt when the first chemical induced pleasure wave hit. It had been a long time since I had felt something new during sex play. "Okay," I say. "Dammit." In her particular position it is easy to kneel in front of her and slide my penis into her hot cunt. Sarah has wonderful muscle control of her vagina which she uses to stroke my penis. With a slight grunt I am all the way in, my face now breathing in the hospital smell of the restraints mixed with her intoxicating perfume. I look over at the slave/nurse and hand her the Taste vial. "Half," I say in a stern voice. The slave-nurse snaps the vial into Sarah's IV and the experiment begins. Almost immediately she starts to shiver. I am always amazed at how quickly the Taste drug goes to work changing the body chemistry racing through her like a bolt of electricity stripping out compounds, changing others, concentrating the pleasure in her brain to one spot, one group of brain cells. In this version of the drug I not only force the pleasure center of the brain to work harder and her mind to acknowledge only chemicals from the center, I force the pleasure cells themselves into a form of mitosis, cell division. The cells actually grow a larger center. Sarah's shivering reaches her cunt which shimmies and contracts delightfully, bathing my cock in her overheated juices. Her eyes squeeze shut and she moans. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me," Until the chant became one word, "FUCKME, FUCKME!" Over and over again, just a stream of syllables. I crane my head back to look at the monitors. Her heart rate is increasing much too rapidly, her diastolic pressure rising likes a jet. Sweat breaks out on her brow. The first wave is close. "Ohhhh Sheeettt," She growls as the first Orgasm tears through her mind. Her cunt walls contract and my dick was squeezed with a powerful pulse that catches me by surprise and almost makes me come. Then suddenly the Orgasm relaxes and Sarah lets out a gasp of air. "Ohh that was great!" she smiles then her eyes close and a tremor shakes her tits. "Oh god, here comes the next one!" The next wave hits Sarah like an epileptic fit. She convulses; her arms twitch and jerk. Her cunt clamps down on my penis, now painfully swollen and ready to burst with semen. Her contraction is so powerful, however, I can't release. I am literally stuck in her cunt. I feel a shiver through my penis like nothing I felt before; like an orgasm without coming. The vibration travel's up my spine in waves of pleasure and pain. I leaned back trying to pull out but it is hopeless. I am stuck fast like Brier Rabbit to the Tar baby. Just then the alarm sounds on the monitor. Her heart fibrillating like an autumn leaf is about to burst. I hear the whine of the paddles as they are jammed over her breasts. Oh shit, relax baby I plead as I try to pull out my poor distended penis. At the last possible second I feel her orgasm abate just as the hammer of the electrical shock restarts her heart. My dick released and zapped at the same time erupts with a pent-up geyser of cum that seems to sail overhead in slow motion. In fact all the next few moments are in slow motion. I flail backward and slam my head against a hospital cart and realize at the same time the slave nurse has disobeyed me and given Sarah the entire dose of the Taste. I try to stand up and clear my head and look at my dick which impossibly is still spewing cum over the shiny floor. The shock, loss of blood, and bang on the head are too much. I take one look at Sarah, rigid like a statue, her breasts trembling, then pass out. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50