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The Midas Touch
by Pinky Roosevelt (pinkyroosevelt@yahoo.com)

***

Janice has never had an orgasm. She discovers a company 
that can help. And she discovers that her life has 
changed. MF, mast, mc, bd, sci-fi)

***

Janice was a 42 year old business owner. She had worked 
her way up over the years as a financial consultant and 
now ran her own firm. She was very intelligent and 
productive. While stern, she was fair to her employees 
and treated them with respect.

She kept in shape over the years. She was thin with 
nice breasts and good curves. Her hair was dark black 
with a hint of some gray hairs. Her face had some 
wrinkles, but still very youthful. Her eyes were dark 
brown and were steady and experienced.

She never married. She had hardly ever dated in her 
life. Her secret was that she had never experienced an 
orgasm. She was unable to.

She had seen doctors regarding this. She certainly had 
the money to spend to fix the problem. Her company and 
her personal investments had made her quite wealthy. 
She only worked because it was all she had in her life. 
She could never form a physical relationship with 
anyone. She had sex only a handful of times, but it was 
pointless.

One day she was chatting with a friend, Beth, who knew 
of her problem. They were having lunch at a nice local 
restaurant when Beth mentioned that she heard from a 
friend of a friend with a similar situation. Apparently 
there was a medical office that could help. But it was 
an odd place. It was cloaked in secrecy and did not 
deal with any medical insurance. Patients had to fill 
out an application for service and wait to see if they 
would be eligible for treatment. It was also extremely 
expensive, but with Janice, that was not an issue. 

Obviously interested but skeptical, Janice wrote down 
the number that Beth had.

Several days passed before acting on this. Janice had 
gone her entire life so far with no sexual joy and 
could not believe that any strange clinic like this 
could help.

"Probably just a scam," she thought.

But one lonely night she picked up the phone and 
dialed. To her surprise, a person answered at this late 
hour. After fumbling with her words a bit, she finally 
explained her situation.

The male voice on the phone replied, "Ma'am, we get 
calls like this all the time. We may be able to help 
you. I will get a package out to you. There will be 
forms and questionnaires to fill out. After you take 
care of the paperwork, simply mail them back to us, and 
we will contact you."

"Can you really help me?" a slightly hopeful Janice 
asked.

"I can't say. Fill out the forms. We will review them 
and give you our answer."

"Will you call me...even with a negative response?"

"Yes."

And that was that. 

Two days later, a package was delivered. The company 
name was displayed. "Midas Hand Inc." Janice took the 
time to immediately fill out all she could. There were 
basic medical questions. Health questions. Mental 
health questions. They needed to know her vital 
statistics. She answered some multiple choice 
psychological questions. 

And, of course, she would have to agree to the payment. 
A very steep $1,000,000 dollars. While Janice was 
shocked at the cost, she mailed the package back. They 
guaranteed results. What was money to her anyway? She 
could afford it. If she could orgasm for the first time 
in her life, it would be worth it.

A week passed. She got a call, at night, maybe around 
10pm. 

"Janice," the same male voice said, "we are happy to 
inform you that you have been granted treatment by our 
office."

"Granted Treatment!?" thought Janice. How arrogant of 
them! But she kept her thoughts to herself and made an 
appointment for the following Monday evening. It seemed 
they conducted all there business after normal hours.

She arrived there just before 8pm. It was a three story 
office building that was a little out of the way. There 
were just a few cars and maybe half the building lights 
on. There were no other companies there. Just a small 
sign on the door reading "Midas Hand, Inc."

The door was locked, but there must have been eyes 
watching her since she got buzzed in. She walked down a 
long, well lit corridor to a reception desk. A young 
gentleman who was seated there greeted her. He was 
medium build with short dark hair and a good face.

"Welcome, Janice. So glad you could make it. I'm Paul. 
I will be assisting you with the process here."

And with that, they went to a conference room.

She began to hear a fabulous, if not unbelievable 
story. She simply stared forward without emotion as she 
heard it, not believing a single word.

The company was started by a man with an unusual gift. 
By his touch, he could drive women into orgasm. It was 
a blessing and a curse. He was sought after by many 
rich and powerful women, but he had a difficult time 
finding any personal loves. His presence in a room 
could alone make a woman climax. His touch could render 
them unconscious. Actual sex could kill them. 

He could, and did, have sex. But with women who slowly 
became slightly immune to his power and would survive 
the sexual encounter. But it was a long process and the 
act had to be monitored carefully with licensed doctors 
present should catastrophe strike. 

Janice was physically young and strong enough to 
"qualify." The first encounter would be brief. The fee 
paid would cover three visits. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Janice stood up, ready to leave. Ready to say that this 
was the biggest load of bull she had ever heard in her 
life. But she froze there.

"I know this sounds crazy," Paul said. "But don't walk 
away from this. We can help. Trust me."

Somehow she didn't storm out. Somehow she though there 
was sincerity in his voice. She signed an agreement.

The first visit was set for the following Friday night.

The reason, as it was explained to her, for a Friday 
appointment, was that it probably would take a day or 
two to recover from the initial meeting. She was not to 
return home until OK'd by the doctors there. So she 
cleared her calendar for the next weekend, and also 
arranged for some time away from business the next 
week, just in case.

She devoted herself to work that week, thinking little 
about Friday. She felt that a huge disappointment was 
about to happen, not to mention possibly being swindled 
out of a lot of cash.

But Friday arrived and she headed for her 9pm 
appointment.

She entered the same way as the last time. Down the 
long corridor. There was Paul. She had some forms to 
sign. Some were odd. One asked permission to have sex 
with Paul.

"What the hell is this?" She asked angrily.

Paul answered calmly, "Janice, what is about to happen 
is very powerful. You will have an orgasm tonight. 
Possibly quite a few. You may actually request to have 
sex with someone. But your mind will be in a frenzy. 
You will not be able to make clear choices. You have to 
decide now, while your mind is clear."

"But why sex with you?"

"That's part of my job here. After the meeting, many 
woman desperately want sex. It can be a painful 
experience not to have it. I have daily medical check-
ups and have no venereal diseases. I also cannot get 
you pregnant. I would only have sex with you if you 
requested me to."

Stunned by this, she consented to it. If she would be 
reduced to multiple orgasms and sex with almost a total 
stranger then so be it. She was paying good money for 
this. If it actually worked then "what the hell."

Paul walked her to the elevator. They would both go to 
the second floor to prepare her. Then finally up to the 
third floor where "he" would be. She was told about the 
events in advance and there could be no deviation from 
the process. Again, she agreed and signed all consent 
forms. Nervously, she stepped into the waiting elevator 
with Paul. 

"So here we go." she thought.

On the second floor there was medical equipment and 
hospital like rooms. There were doctors and male 
nurses.

"Why no women?" she asked.

"Too dangerous. Even men can be affected by his power. 
Women could get hurt. They may also want to have 
spontaneous unprotected sex after leaving here. You 
will be monitored, of course."

She was to be completely naked. She removed her clothes 
and Paul attached soft and comfortable leather 
restraints to her arms and legs. She was to wear a 
padded boxer's head gear and a mouth piece was secured 
in place so she would not bite her tongue or chip any 
teeth. They led her to a cushioned device. It was sort 
of shaped like a motorcycle, but covered in thick vinyl 
padding. She sat on top just like if she were riding a 
bike as her arms were secured to the front "handles" 
and her legs to the side. 

They attached a harness to her to keep her in her seat. 
Then they wheeled the entire thing to a special 
elevator that would raise all this to the third floor. 
Heart monitors and other devices were attached to her 
naked body to keep track of her reaction and to bring 
her down if things went to far. She would be alone on 
the next floor. Alone with "him."

Paul stared into her face. "I know you can't talk now 
with the restraints and mouth piece. But nod "yes" if 
you really want to proceed. We will not charge you if 
you want to back out now. Your money will be refunded 
in full. Do you really want to do this?"

She stared blankly for a minute. Then she nodded. 
"Let's do this thing," she ordered silently to herself.

The platform she was on started rising to the ceiling. 
Doors opened up above her as she rose, naked and bound, 
to the third floor. When elevated to floor level, all 
stopped. She was alone. The room was huge, almost the 
entire size of the building in floor space with no 
separate rooms seen. The lighting was very dim and 
reddish. It was very warm, no doubt to keep her 
comfortable. She looked around as best she could and 
saw no one.

She did notice that she was getting very flush. Her 
body was getting very warm, almost hot. A few silent 
minutes went by and still no one appeared. Her body was 
still getting warmer with beads of sweat starting to 
form all over her body. Her breathing was also 
increasing along with her heart rate. It was almost as 
if she were working out, but she could not move from 
the seat she was bound to. Nervously, she waited for a 
few more minutes when "he" finally entered the huge 
room. She did not see where he came in. 

Maybe he was there the whole time out of sight. He was 
clocked in black. Rather tall but no features could be 
seen in this poorly lit room. He stood about thirty 
feet from her. She could almost feel his presence. It 
was almost like he was reading her mind. She felt 
herself relax. Every muscle relax. She was still very 
warm and sweaty, but her breathing and heart rate 
slowed down. So very relaxed that she lowered her head. 
And then she peed all over the padded device she was 
sitting on. 

She raised her head in embarrassment. How could she 
lose control like that? Then she noticed that she was 
drooling. The mouth piece kept her mouth constantly 
open and she could not hold in the saliva. This was not 
what she expected. She was restrained, naked and at the 
mercy of "him." And she was sweating, drooling, and 
losing control of her bodily fluids. It was so 
demeaning that she wanted out. She tried to make words 
to that effect but only was able to make some baby talk 
and drool some more. She wasn't getting out of this. 
She was under his control. She resigned herself to his 
every whim.

Her mind began thinking erotic thoughts. It was as if 
the knowledge inside her had just slipped away and she 
was like an animal. Her heart began to beat fast again. 
Her breathing increased dramatically. Her body began to 
tense up. She struggled against the restraints. Not to 
escape but to touch her own body. This is what "he" was 
doing to her. He was in her head now. Making her horny. 
Getting her mind so sexually fired up that her body was 
starting to follow. 

Her vagina was starting to drip. She was in a full 
sweat and her tense muscles made her body start to 
spasm. She could no longer see straight. She could no 
longer think words. She didn't know which way was up. 
If not for the restraints, she would be writhing on the 
floor. She didn't even realize that her cushioned head 
was pounding against the padded device she was on. 

And then it happened. A massive orgasm ripped through 
her entire body. She cried out like a wounded animal, 
drool and spit flying from her mouth and nose. Fluid 
spraying from her vagina. She was in total ecstasy in 
what seemed like an eternity. 

After a few moments, she began to relax a bit. And then 
again! Another one, even stronger than the first! Again 
she tried to scream but with all the restraints could 
only make mumbled noises. Her entire body shook in 
spasms. Her tied arms and legs pulled against the 
leather. She rocked her body violently but the 
restraints held her in place.

And then again! And again! And again! She lost herself 
in an erotic whirlpool. No sense of time. No sense of 
identity. Just orgasm after violent orgasm.

Then, for a minute, it slowed. She collapsed down upon 
her padded prison. She managed to stare up. She was 
very disorientated, drool flowing from her mouth. She 
could see "him" walking closer. Again, she became 
aroused as he walked nearer. Again she could feel his 
mind fucking her mind and her body. All she wanted is 
for him to touch her. To fuck her. To jam his cock in 
her mouth so she could suck the come from it. She 
wanted him to use her in any way he wanted. She was his 
slave.

He walked ever closer. Her body began to dry hump the 
padded seat below her. She felt another climax coming. 
He stood beside her. The most powerful orgasm yet 
ripped through her. And again! And then he reached out 
and stroked his finger on her back. It felt as if her 
body were splitting apart! Like his finger was a knife. 
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't make a noise. Another 
orgasm! Another!

And then everything when black. 

**

Janice awoke on a large bed. An IV was supplying her 
with glucose. She opened her eyes and stared at the 
various monitors and beeping machines. She tried to 
move but discovered she was still in restraints. This 
time in bed. Her arms above her head to the head board 
and her feet to the foot of the bed. 

"Good morning, Janice," said a familiar voice. It was 
Paul.

"Where am I?" she muttered.

"You're on the second floor."

"What happened?"

"Well...you had a few orgasms. As promised. But "he" 
went too far. He touched you. That's never supposed to 
happen on the first visit. It knocked you out cold."

"Will I be OK?"

"Yes. We just need to keep you here for a few days. 
Maybe two or three. We have to keep you retrained for a 
few hours too. You may have residual orgasms from your 
treatment last night. If we allow you to be in a 
position to masturbate in this condition, you could 
hurt yourself."

And he was right. She had just woken up and was very 
weak, yet she could feel herself becoming aroused 
again. All she wanted to do was reach down for her 
clit. She could feel herself getting wet. Her chest 
started heaving up and down.

"Oh Paul," she moaned, "I want you to untie me."

"I can't do that for a few hours."

"But Paul, I'm on fire."

Paul reached his hand under her blanket and so softly 
stroked her clit. With just a simple touch, she 
exploded into orgasm. Her back arched and she actually 
snapped her left leg restraint. Assistants quickly 
secured her again.

She stared at Paul and said, "Oh, that was so intense. 
I've never felt this way before. Paul, I want to fuck 
you."

"Maybe later. Right now you need to recover. If you 
need to release, ring the buzzer by your hand and a 
nurse will help to masturbate you. After a few hours 
you will start to return to a more normal state."

And so it went for most of the day. And what day was 
it? How long was she unconscious? Again and again the 
male nurses got her through each climax. She was 
totally mentally and physically exhausted and yet the 
orgasms still came endlessly. She lost all sense of 
time.

**

Janice woke up again. This time she was free to move 
her arms and legs. There was still the IV in her arm. 
What day was it? Where was she? She felt her vagina. It 
seemed dry. She felt no need to masturbate. It was over 
for now. She breathed a sigh of relief but at the same 
time was amazed at what had occurred. A whole new way 
of life and existence had just opened to her. She knew 
she would never be the same again. 

The nurses told her how long she had been there. After 
"he" touched her, she was out for the entire weekend, 
waking up Monday morning. And then her "after affect" 
orgasms continued until Thursday morning. It was a good 
thing she took the week off. No one missed her. 

They told her she could go home soon. Maybe Saturday. 
But she would still need to call them should she start 
having out of control orgasms again. She needed to be 
careful especially when driving. A second appointment 
was also made for the following month. By then she 
should be ready to be touched by "him" again.

Weeks passed. Much to Janice's shock and dismay, she 
quickly reverted back to her old self and old routine. 
Worse yet, her sex drive was also as it was. Nothing. 
No matter how she tried to induce the erotic thoughts 
in her head, she could not become aroused and certainly 
had no prospects for further orgasms. After what she 
went through and the intense pleasure, she fell into 
depression and despair.

She was back to work in earnest. Her schedule was 
packed. Yet she yearned for the next visit at Midas 
Hand. It was all she had to look forward to.

Again, on a Friday evening, she arrived back to the 
office for her second visit. She walked through the 
door and greeted Paul. She told him of her set back in 
achieving orgasm.

Paul told her, "It is no set back. This is normal 
procedure. You can't just change overnight. The first 
step was to get you there. The next steps will be to 
keep you there. Trust us."

"I will," she quietly and hopefully answered.

They went up to the second floor for her preparation. 
Nothing much would change this time. She would still be 
naked and harnessed to the "bike." The team of medical 
assistants were all there just in case.

Janice removed her clothes and allowed Paul to put the 
restraints on her arms and legs. He put the padded 
helmet on with the mouth piece. She was led to the 
padded platform and was firmly tied down. Paul looked 
at her. "Ready to go again?" She nodded quickly "yes"!

Before the platform was even raised, she began to feel 
her body reacting to "him." He could feel her presence. 
She was already feeling warm and relaxed. Without any 
resistance, she peed. But no embarrassment this time. 
He was taking over her emotions. The platform rose to 
the third floor to the now familiar large dim room with 
the red glow. 

She waited calmly for several minutes. Then she could 
feel her mind begin to race. Her nipples begin to 
harden. Her vagina starting to get wet. Sweat forming 
on her naked body. Her heart beat faster. She started 
breathing in gasps. Her muscles began to twitch all 
over. She looked up and saw the figure standing before 
her, maybe just ten feet away. Much closer than last 
time, but she could still not make out any features.

It wasn't long before orgasms started one after 
another. Her body flailed helplessly against the 
leather restraints as one wave after another shot 
violently through her. She tried to focus again on him, 
but could not. Spit shot from her moth and nostrils and 
fluid sprayed from her vagina. 

This went on for what seemed to be an eternity when she 
did something she did not expect of herself. She tried 
to fight back. With all her night, she grabbed the 
front handles with her hands and straightened her legs 
lifting her up from her seat. She forced her body 
steady and looked up and stared straight at "Him." 

Breathing heavily, she fought back his mind and the 
orgasms. She sternly stared at him even as drool 
dripped down her chin and sweat and vaginal juices hung 
from her body. He strolled over closer to her and 
stared directly at her face, just maybe five feet away. 
She saw a most intriguing face. He seemed old and 
youthful at the same time. Gray hair and a slightly 
wrinkled but forceful face. Blazing eyes that looked as 
if they've spent ten lifetimes looking at the world 
glared at her eyes. A sudden rush went through her and 
she could feel him forcing an orgasm on her. It was 
like a battle of wills. He wanted her to come. Almost 
to rape her. And yet she resisted as best she could for 
a time. She could feel the pressure building. He 
strolled behind her, out of her view. She felt his 
hands placed on both her hips from behind. 

No longer in control, a fiery, blazing orgasm sent her 
reeling. The room spun as she lost all focus, lost all 
control and fell into an animal like climaxing frenzy. 
His hands remained in place and the orgasm continued, 
on and on and on and on. Not waves, but one huge wave 
that would not release her, She felt as if her heart 
had stopped and she could no longer draw a breath. Time 
seemed frozen and she was trapped in time in a moment 
of unending passion.

Then, after what seemed to be hours, he removed his 
hands and she collapsed down, the leather straps being 
the only thing to keep her from crumpling like a deck 
of cards. She still could not take a breath.

The platform started moving downward to the second 
floor. Hands moved on her as she was unharnessed and 
rushed to an emergency area. After several attempts, 
they got her breathing again, though she never lost 
consciousness. Drugs were given and she fell into 
unconsciousness. 

Janice awoke some time later. Paul loomed over her bed.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"I feel OK," she answered weakly, "better than the last 
time, at least."

Indeed, she did not suffer so severely as the first 
appointment. She did not pass out until drugs were 
administered to calm her body. She also noted that she 
was resting unrestrained. She allowed her hands to roam 
her body. She felt her breasts, which were very firm 
and nipples hard, and slid her fingers down to her 
clit. With just a few strokes she flew into another 
strong orgasm. Looking up exasperated, she hadn't even 
thought about the fact that Paul was watching all of 
this.

"Paul," she asked, "Will you fuck me?"

"If you want me to, its part of my job."

She quickly removed the gown she was wearing and in a 
no nonsense fashion got up on her hands and knees 
presenting herself like a wild animal to Paul. Paul was 
removing his clothes and she had to wait for him to 
catch up to her. While she waited, her body kept 
methodically rocking back and forth. She was already 
moaning as if another climax was about to hit and her 
juices were flowing down her legs. 

Paul hopped up to the bed and inserted his penis. As if 
it were a hammer hitting a nail, Janice thrust 
backwards towards him and immediately came. Her body 
was in such erotic turmoil that Paul had to fight to 
maintain his balance and to keep thrusting himself into 
her. It was like a wrestling match as Paul continued to 
pound into her and she kept having multiple orgasms. He 
was trained for this and could hold back for quite a 
long time, but after fifteen minutes of this intensity, 
he could no longer hold back his ejaculation. Moaning 
out of control, he let loose his come, increasing the 
speed of his strokes. 

Feeling this, Janice had one last massive orgasm. Like 
the last one with "Him," it seemed as if she were stuck 
in the moment. A wave that wouldn't stop. A climax that 
consumed her very being and had no prospect of ending. 
Her mind was swirling, her body crashing face forward 
into the bed. Janice grabbed the head board in a death 
grip as her body and mind was trapped in ecstasy. 
Losing all track of time and space, this went on. She 
had no awareness of herself. No idea who she was. It 
was all an orgasm. All pure physical pleasure 
overriding all reality. 

Blackness.

Janice awoke. Still in the bed, unrestrained but with 
an IV in her arm.

A male nurse approached her and asked, "Are you felling 
OK?"

She muttered, "I...I think so. Where am I? What 
happened?"

"You were having a particularly strong climax. It 
lasted for some time until you passed out."

"Some time? How long was I like that? It seemed like 
forever."

"About four hours."

"Four hours!!! An orgasm for four hours!!??" she said 
shocked.

"Well, four hours and ten minutes to be exact. This 
sort of thing happens. In the future, you can continue 
to have results like this long after your treatment is 
complete. It's just important to not be alone in case 
you get dehydrated or need food. It's not a good idea 
to have constant orgasms for a few days in a row with 
no food or water." 

She stared blankly at the ceiling. Four hours lost in 
orgasm. Orgasms for days at a time. Her mind was 
swirling.

In one respect, this was fantastic and erotic for her. 
After a lifetime of no sexual pleasure she could 
indulge herself in ways that others dream of. But hours 
at a time! To lose all control. To be a slave to her 
sexual desires for hours if not days. Was this a gift 
or a curse? Could she give in to this? Could she allow 
herself to lose all control and serve her sexual 
desires? It was a choice she would make that would 
affect the rest of her life. Her very existence. In her 
heart, she already knew the answer. She was already on 
a road where there was no turning back. A road of 
sexual awakening that she would give her body and soul 
to.

As she pondered her situation, she started to finger 
her clit. Not even aware of any eyes on her or who 
might be in the same room, she exploded into another 
orgasm. Her writhing body clutching the blankets, 
thrusting her hips into the pillows. And she did it 
again. And again. And again.

The third and final appointment was made for two weeks 
from the last Friday. Janice returned to work but found 
herself terribly distracted. She had a lot of money and 
assets and could afford to sell her firm and easily get 
by managing her investments. 

Certainly, her heart was not into her work right now.

She had two employees in particular that were the 
closest to her. Rob, a young man at the age of 25, of 
average build, dark hair and sort of a baby face. And 
Sue, another young worker at 23. Blond and a little 
chubby but very cute and smart.

It would be hard to let them go, but perhaps if she 
were to sell, she could arrange for them to be employed 
by the new owners. 

It was now about mid day and Janice was taking a brief 
break from the phones and sitting in an empty 
conference room thinking about the latest events of her 
life. She was wearing more revealing clothing than 
normal for her. A short black skirt and blouse with a 
very obvious white bra underneath. She kept the buttons 
open just enough to reveal some cleavage. She also wore 
white thong underwear. No one knew this, but it made 
her feel extra sexy. She also felt very good and 
healthy. And young too. She looked as if she had lost 
the last five years of her life. 

As she sat there daydreaming, Rob walked in to discuss 
some work. She invited him to take a seat next to her 
at the table. He was all business as he spread his pile 
of papers on the table and began to ramble about this 
and that. She made a point to face him and stared 
straight at him as he spoke. She was not even paying 
attention to the details but nodded once in a while to 
pretend to be involved. He seemed so cute. She was 
becoming very much aroused and wet as he kept talking. 
She could feel her breasts swelling up and she kept 
stroking her finger at the buttons of her blouse that 
were still buttoned.

Whatever was occurring to her seemed to start 
influencing him. Rob seemed to be getting very hot and 
began to perspire a little, forcing him to loosen his 
tie. She also sensed that he was getting very hard. She 
knew he was getting very hard. Rob began to stumble 
over his words trying to ignore and hide what was 
physically happening to him.

At some point, she couldn't take it anymore and decided 
to be adventuress if not teasing.

"Rob," she interrupted him, "you know that it is very 
warm in this room. And to be blunt, my bra is on too 
tight and it is very uncomfortable."

He stared in shock. And at the same time, Janice could 
see that his erection was starting to throb as he 
glanced at her eyes and at her chest.

"Please help me with this." She reiterated.

He didn't react.

"Don't be shy, Rob. No one will come in. I just need 
you to help me adjust my bra."

She spun around in her chair so her back was facing him 
and removed her blouse.

"Just unhook the back and redo it looser. Please, its 
way too tight."

His hands fumbled with the bra. He had much trouble 
with it but finally undid it.

"Ohhhhh, thank goodness," she said. "Much better. They 
felt like they were in prison."

She moved her hands under her bra and over her breasts, 
caressing and massaging them. He frantically began 
trying to redo the bra and finally managed it. He tried 
to hide it, but Janice knew that he had just come in 
his pants. 

"Are you all right, Rob? I thought I heard a groan?"

"No...I mean yes...I mean...I'm fine Janice. I'm...I'm 
just thinking about all this work that needs to get 
done. Maybe I should get right back to my desk."

"Yes, you do that. And thank you for your help. I feel 
much better now."

"No problem. Any time," he said nervously. He quickly 
grabbed his papers in a hurried stack and bolted for 
the door. Janice could see his light dress pants wet 
with sperm. She could see it, sense it and smell it. As 
he closed the door, an orgasm tore through her. He may 
have wet pants but she was dripping all over the chair. 
The smell of sex was in the air. She could no longer 
work. She walked back to her office that connected to 
the conference room and put her blouse back on.

On the intercom, she called Sue to see her.

Sue entered and sat down on the chair in front of 
Janice's desk. 

"You wanted to see me?" Sue inquired.

"Yes, Susan. I will be leaving early today and I just 
wanted to leave you in charge of things. Tell my 
appointments that I will call them all to reschedule."

"Ok, Janice. Oh...your blouse is buttoned wrong."

Janice stared down and began to re-button her shirt. As 
she did this, she could sense Sue's eyes on her body. 
Sue was straight, possibly having some romance with 
Rob, but never the less, Janice could feel that Sue was 
captivated by her body. It started occurring to her 
that whatever treatment was given to her was rubbing 
off on those around her some way. Rob would never 
orgasm in his pants like that. And Sue would never be 
ogling her breasts. 

As Janice reviewed some of the business to be taken 
care of, she impulsively rose to her feet and walked 
seductively behind Sue's chair. As she spoke, she 
gently put her hand on Sue's shoulder. Sue reacted with 
a quick twinge. Janice could tell that very erotic 
things were going through Sue's mind and that she was 
sexually stimulated by her touch. 

After the conversation was finished, Sue quickly 
departed. Janice locked the door behind her and went to 
the chair she had sat in. She was right. The chair was 
moist from her juices. Janice knelt down on the floor 
and pushed her face into the cushion of the chair. The 
scent drove her wild as she fingered her clit. She soon 
came. And then again.

"Enough already!" she scolded herself. "Time to get out 
of here."

She drove herself home. She lived in a large house on a 
quiet street. An old colonial with a large porch. As 
she stepped out of her car, she could hear the 
neighbor's dog barking. A large white German Shepard 
named Max. He was trying to jump the fence to get to 
her. His huge erection very visible to her. 

Janice knew that whatever was going on in her body was 
having an amazing influence on the sexual desires and 
feelings of those around her. Her life could never be 
the same now. The genie was out of the bottle. And she 
was very, very horny.

The last appointment was a week and a half away. But 
she knew she was done working. She decided then and 
there to sell. A competing firm had been expressing 
interest anyway. She resolved to call them in the 
morning and get the ball rolling. Her staff could run 
the day to day until the deal was done. 

"I'm done," she said to herself. "I quit. I have a new 
career now."

Janice worked frantically and focused for the next two 
days. She was able to collect her wits and arrange for 
the sale of her firm to a long term rival for a 
substantial amount. So not only was she free of her 
business, she had even more assets to keep her 
lifestyle a comfortable one.

As she sat in the boardroom and signed her name for the 
last time on the last form completing the sale, she 
finally let herself relax. 

She excused herself from the collection of stuffed 
shirts and went to what used to be her private 
bathroom. She stared at the mirror into her deep eyes. 
She felt no regret just relief. She closed her eyes and 
sighed. She reached her hand down onto her skirt and 
could feel her vagina getting wet already. 

"Not yet," she told herself. "Time to get out of here."

She walked back to the boardroom and said her goodbyes. 
All handshakes except for Rob and Sue, hugging them 
both. 

"Don't be strangers," she told them.

She collected her few personal items and walked out to 
her car. She drove home without thinking. She pulled 
into her driveway and into the garage. She stepped out 
of the car and into the house, straight for the living 
room. There, she literally tore off her blouse and her 
skirt. The clothes and the shoes and the bra and 
everything were flung into the fireplace. With the 
press of a button the fire was turned on and the items 
consumed. As the fire ate away her past she collapsed 
onto all fours. She put her head down and closed her 
eyes. She was alone and naked. She never would wear 
clothes like that again. She didn't want to wear 
anything. 

She began to masturbate herself and soon flung herself 
into a powerful climax. She came as she stared into the 
flames, mesmerized. The flame served to almost 
hypnotize her as she started having multiple orgasms. 
Her last official business had prevented her from 
really enjoying her new found talent for the last few 
days. So she allowed herself orgasm after orgasm and 
then finally falling into that one single wave. The 
orgasm that was a single force through her body. The 
one that wouldn't stop. Wouldn't subside. No relief. 
Gripped by this, she rolled on the floor in animal 
pleasure. No mind or body. Naked and helpless to her 
desire. The burning fire her only audience.

Janice awoke on the plush carpeted floor of the living 
room. The fire place was still blazing. She was tired. 
And thirsty. And hungry. Very weak. She tried to stand 
up but could barely lift her arm. How long was she 
there? How long was the last orgasm before she fell 
unconscious? She stared at a clock on the mantle. About 
one. The sun was out. Was it the next day or was it 
days? She managed to lift her body to a crawl. The 
bathroom was closest and she needed water badly. 
Dragging and crawling she slowly made her way, resting 
every once in a while. "This was bad," she thought to 
herself. "This is dangerous. I could've died there 
without water. I still need water."

She finally reached the bathroom and drank from the tub 
faucet, unable to stand and reach the sink. The water 
filled her up and gave her some strength. After a few 
minutes, she stood up and went to the kitchen. She 
raided the fridge, scoffing down lunch meat and bread.

After a time, she had a lot of energy back. She checked 
her computer for the date. She sold the business on a 
Wednesday and began her latest orgasm adventure around 
four in the afternoon that day. It was now Friday 
afternoon. Two days!!! How long was she out and how 
long was the orgasm? It felt like it went on forever. 

She would have her last visit in one week. She decided 
to be careful these next few days. She would need to 
discuss with them safety procedures, if there were any.

The week went by. Janice kept busy by exercising and 
long walks. She also dabbled in her investments and 
paid some bills.

She kept having regular orgasms and they were great. 
But she was also yearning to have sex again. This was 
complicated by the fact that she had no romantic 
relationships for most of her life. She didn't know 
where to begin to date. Or should she just get a "house 
boy"? 

"HA!" she laughed to herself, "Me looking for a stud to 
keep me satisfied! I can't believe myself."

But she would have to deal with these issues. After the 
last visit, she would make a plan.

The next Friday arrived. She was promptly there at nine 
that night. Walking through the familiar entrance and 
greeting Paul at the desk.

They bantered a little. But soon it was all business. 
There would be some changes this time. Janice would be 
naked but not restrained. She would go up a standard 
elevator to the third floor. There would be a large bed 
and she was instructed to go there. It was specially 
designed, she was told. It was round with a diameter of 
twenty feet. It rested on the floor, but was very plush 
and all around was a padded wall three feet high to 
prevent injury. No medical monitors would be attached, 
though a camera would record the session and allow the 
doctors to see if there was any danger to her.

Paul helped her disrobe. "Good luck, Janice," he told 
her.

"Thank you," she replied. "Thank you for all your help 
in this."

"It's my job. You're welcome, of course."

With that, she walked into the elevator. There was no 
need to press any buttons, it closed and whisked her 
up. The doors opened to the large room. It was not 
reddish this time, just dark. She could see the special 
bed and made her way to it. Above the bed was a small 
blue light that made it all stand out slightly. She saw 
no sign of "him" but proceeded to hop into the bed, 
assuming that's where she should be.

Examining the mattress, she finally noticed some straps 
and restraints built into it. Some time passed and she 
noticed her body reacting to his presence. Her nipples 
got hard and her vagina started dripping. She could 
feel her mind getting cloudy and rational thinking was 
slipping away from her. She started to stroke her pussy 
with her hand. Taking deep breathes, she knelt there 
stroking her clit and moaning up to the darkness.

Just then, someone grabbed her right arm. She did not 
resist as it was brought down to the bed and a strap 
attached to it. Her left arm followed, leaving her 
kneeling with both arms tied in front of her on the 
bed. Then her knees were separated and her legs tied 
down to keep her in that position. She was kneeling 
with her ass in the air for anyone to fuck. 

"He" then spoke to her.

"Janice," he said in a warm, soft voice, "You've done 
well. Some don't achieve the quality of orgasms that 
you have. You will be able to have this sort of sexual 
experience for many years to come. This is your last 
appointment here, but I will be in further contact with 
you."

Janice managed to speak even though her mind was 
reeling in a sexual vortex. 

"Who...who are you?"

"I will talk further with you in the future."

"Should I call here....what should I do?"

"I will contact you. Your business is finished here as 
of tonight. No more talk now."

And with that he gently glided his hand over her back. 
The wave of pleasure moved through her like a lava 
flow. She tried to scream out, make some noise, but her 
mouth just hung open, the words not escaping. Her body 
began to surge into a fantastic climax. Her arms and 
legs fought the restraints as she stared ahead blindly, 
her mind no longer comprehending who she was or what 
was really happening. The short conversation she just 
had was lost to her. 

She breathed frantically with spit and drool coming 
from her mouth and nose. Her body was now soaking wet 
with sweat and her legs were wet from her vaginal 
fluids.

This went on for an eternity. Another wave of sex that 
would not subside. Pure pleasure that gripped her mind 
and body like a vice.

After what seemed to be hours, and most likely was, she 
collapsed down. She was kneeling in a sort of ball 
which was the best the restraints would allow her. She 
managed to slightly come to her senses and look up. She 
glared forward, drool hanging from her mouth, her hair 
soaking wet from sweat and her eyes appearing almost 
drunk. Before she could rest though, she felt another 
touch to her body. He passed his hands over her back 
and her ass. Another magma wave of pleasure moved 
through her and again she fell into an erotic frenzy. 

She could sense him behind her. She could feel his hard 
penis begin to poke its way into her vagina. Like a 
sword into her soul, he entered her. It was the most 
severe violation of her being that she ever felt. He 
slid his cock deep into her and began to pump back and 
forth. That feel of lava melting through her was 
extreme. It was a powerful force drilling deep inside 
her and flowing through her entire body. At first it 
was an incredible shock, almost like falling to one's 
death, but when death did not come, the waves of 
pleasure hit her like a torrent. 

Unable to free herself from this, she was being 
penetrated and fucked to oblivion. No longer able to 
think of focus her eyes, she put her head down and 
allowed the most powerful climax yet to course through 
her. She didn't even feel like a living creature as 
this completely took over her mind and body. 
Fantastically erotic and physically beyond anything she 
had felt in her life. She floated along with the 
rhythmic sex he was giving her. She was lost in this 
world and had no prospects of it ending or ever wanting 
it to end. And it did go on for a very, very long time.

When he finally came inside her, she could feel that as 
if it were a bolt of lightning. Her body, already on 
the edge of the edge of what a body could do, shook and 
collapsed to unconsciousness. Her limp body slumped 
forward in a pool of sweat and come.

She woke to see Paul's face.

"Good morning, Janice."

"Paul....good...morning."

"And how are we feeling?"

"Very tired. Very relaxed. Very good."

"Excellent. You are indeed in good health. You had 
powerful orgasms, but your body held up well. You have 
physically adapted to this new form of pleasure. It's 
good for you, and your body has adjusted."

"How long...what day is it?"

"It's Sunday morning. You had a very long sexual 
session Friday night and slept for many hours later. We 
did nothing other than put some fluid in you. No drugs 
or anything."

"How long did the sex go on for?"

"The session itself? A very long time, actually. You 
started around 9:30 Friday night. Let's see... I think 
you were having a climax for almost ten hours."

"Ten...ten hours?!"

"Yes, just shy of that."

"And he fucked me for ten hours?"

"No. He was with you at the beginning until you got 
into your climax "wave." After that ended, maybe eight 
or nine hours later, he penetrated you. That went on 
for about an hour or two. Any more than that and he 
would've killed you."

"Who is he?"

"I can't tell you more than I have. We have strict 
rules here. He must remain anonymous."

"If I wanted to pay for more sessions?"

"No. That's it. Your treatment is complete. All that's 
left is a meeting before you go home from here to 
discuss some routines you may need to follow. And we 
would like to have a follow up medical visit a week 
from now. But we will come to your house for that."

"I'm almost disappointed not to see more of him. But I 
understand, I suppose. But your office lived up to its 
promise. I can say that for sure."

And with that, Janice rolled back into her bad and 
napped. They would see her in a few hours and then she 
would leave the Midas hand building knowing that she 
would not return again. But the deed was done. She was 
sexually awakened and there was no going back to her 
old life. She would rest for now, but a whole new road 
and way of life was ahead of her. 

She had much to ponder. But her thought were suddenly 
interrupted as she felt her vagina and exploded in 
pleasure. The doctors and Paul smiled with satisfaction 
as she moaned and turned in her bed. Easily having one 
climax after the next, not even caring that the entire 
office staff was watching her. A new life indeed.

And a few twists and turns in her life that she would 
not have expected.

END

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