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Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Part: 5
Keywords: mc nc MF FF


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Who Wants To Rule The World?  Part 5 ( mc, nc, mf, ff )
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002
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Holli walked into her Master's chambers without knocking, not that it would
have been heard over Molly's cries of pleasure. Being his personal assistant
did give her some privileges, including the discretion to interrupt him when
something important was happening. Holli was hardly surprised to see Molly
stark naked, and hard at work pumping her pussy on her Master's hard shaft,
while he lay beneath her, obviously enjoying her performance. Nor was she
shocked to find Sarah equally naked, with her mouth sucking on their Master's
balls and shaft, as well as Molly's pussy. Master certainly did enjoy having
multiple slaves attending to him, and these two had obviously been busy
judging by the sheen of sweat on them, and the thick musk of feminine arousal
in the air.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Master." Holli chirped from the side of his bed,
enjoying the sight of his cock at work in Molly's pussy. The next best thing
to being fucked by him, was knowing that his cock was being properly pleasured
by another slave, even if it wasn't her. She wasn't even jealous of the other
slaves, one of her Master's gifts, but Holli was envious, and she wanted more
chances to pleasure him herself. Still, she knew that he enjoyed the attention
of new slaves better than her, and that made up some for her own need to
pleasure him, since she was the mistress of the harem, and she had some part
in preparing the slaves that he would be enjoying.

Molly instantly quieted her unrestrained moans of passion to mere whimpers, so
that Holli and Master could converse. She didn't change her pace any though,
being sure to give her Master the fucking that he desired. For a fleeting
moment, Molly realized just what she had done and why, recognizing just how
much of a plaything that she'd become. That though drifted away in mere moments
however, as she focused on the wonderful shaft that she was pumping herself on.

"Yes, what do you need, Holli?" her Master asked, his attention still focused
mostly on the lovely girl humping his shaft, and the equally beautiful girl
busy sucking and licking his balls. Sarah had came far for being a new slave,
but today he hadn't been in the mood for playing with her. She'd initially
resisted his commands to pleasure his sack, while he fucked Molly, and now she
had a new need to do just that. The Master smiled at the thought, Sarah was
certainly much better with her tongue, when she wanted to be licking him.

"Our sentries have reported a number of government agents inquiring about me
in the surrounding towns. The agents have not said why, but they have been
tracked, and it appears that a staging area for an assault team is being
prepared." Holli reported.

The notion that anyone could have tied her back to Master concerned Holli.
That she could be the one to bring danger to him, made her nearly nauseous,
but for now she had to serve him. Hopefully she could make up for her failings.

"I see, this was not unexpected. Have you finished making the preparations that
we discussed?" her Master asked. After he'd taken the two agents who had been
sneaking around his compound a few weeks before, he'd been expecting their
controlling agency to come looking for them. He was surprised that it was
Holli that proved to be the draw, but that was of no concern now. After
initially converting the two agents, he probed them for their secrets, and
beyond the volume of general data about the organization, he was able to
develop a defensive strategy for his facility.

"Yes, Master, everything has been done as you ordered. Should I prepare for
your relocation?" Holli asked.

Once the Bureau's forces found his compound, it would no longer be safe. This
was something he'd known for some time, and had long since constructed other
compounds to retreat to, all maintained by other slaves. 

"Yes, but I won't be leaving until I've had a chance to greet our guests. Do
send the harem off as soon as you leave. Prepare a space for these two on my
personal transport, as they'll be leaving with us." her Master ordered.

He'd miss his harem for a few days, but Sarah and Molly would keep him
entertained, he had no doubt. He looked forward to doling out his next move
with the Bureau. Since the moment he'd learned of it, he knew he'd have to
deal with them, show them just how much of a threat he was. It was a gamble,
that they might not be willing to back down, but he had plans for that as well.

"Of course Master, are there any other instructions that you have for me?" 
Holli asked. She'd have plenty to do, just looking over the relocation, but
this was a crucial time, and she couldn't allow something important to be
overlooked. The defenses were in order, now all that was left was plotting the
escape.

"No, Holli. Just keep me informed of any developments and any visitors to our
compound, no matter how expected. Now, attend to you duties." her Master said,
as he dismissed his assistant.

He had no doubt that Holli would get things organized in ideal fashion. She'd
shined in that role since he loosened up on his control over her several years
ago. Sometimes he'd idly wonder about just what she'd been in her old life,
but it didn't really interest him that much. 

"Of course Master, enjoy yourself." Holli chimed, and then trotted out of the
room. She smiled as she heard Molly's cries of passion fill the air again, as
she closed the door on Master's chambers. Holli didn't doubt that her Master
was going to have a very pleasurable afternoon.


***


Marcus shot back to consciousness, as he felt a needle pulled out of his neck.
The operation had not gone well, the team had no more than entered the top
level of the compound, when they were ambushed. He did his best to cover for
the team, but the robot like defenders didn't flinch. It was only moments
later when he noticed that the team was being taken down with some kind of
tranquilizers. No sooner had he ordered a retreat, than he felt something
pinch his leg and he drifted off to sleep.

"Hello, Mr. Shon, or should I say Felix Horner. It is amazing the lengths that
your Bureau will go to hide its agents. I must admit that I am impressed, but
I have certain persuasive capabilities that allow me to sift through such
deceptions. I hope you don't mind your accommodations." the Master said,
smiling as he looked at his catch from across his desk. His ambush had worked
perfectly, the entire team had been captured, and as he'd hoped, Marcus had
been part of the team.

"I'm honored, why the interest in me, Larange?" Marcus asked.

Just like any of the other agents his past had been cleared to prevent him 
from being tied back to anyone or anything in the real world. Given what he
knew about this man, none of that would matter, he had the capabilities to
pull whatever information he needed from others.

"I see that you've do your research well, but that's why I expected you to be
part of this team. I'm interested in you only because I know you can appreciate
the quality of my work. You see, I need a messenger, and I know you can
understand the message." Larange replied.

He wasn't surprised by Marcus's knowledge of his identity. It had only been by
luck that he'd been able to disappear as well as he had, and Larange knew a
determined search would likely turn him up. Of course, he expected it and knew
that he would have to meet with anyone who would go to all of that trouble.

"I'm not a messenger." Marcus replied curtly. He looked to his sides and
noticed a seductively clad woman to each side of him, pointing a gun at him.
This certainly wasn't a social call, that much he knew, and he wasn't the man
in control of the situation.

"I'm sure that you would prefer this fate, to the one I have chosen for the
other members of your team." Larange replied, waving his hand, towards a large
monitor on the wall beside him.

Marcus gasped as he saw it come to life. The scene was panning across an open
room filled with pillowed beds, ferns, and the Bureau assault team. Each one
of them was naked, and in the midst of a very involved orgy. The camera zoomed
in for a moment on one group, and he quickly saw that the females of the team
had received the same treatment as Wendy had, and the men had been modified in
an equivalent fashion. The thing that truly scared him though was the blank
look in their faces as they fucked each other. He couldn't suppress the notion
that they'd all been mind wiped, and were now nothing more than toys for this
demented man.

"You bastard!" Marcus screamed, and tried to lunge at Larange. He was stopped
by someone holding onto his shoulders, and the two women stepped clearly into
his vision, to remind him of his position.

"Where's Mel?" Marcus demanded as he sat back down. He hadn't noticed her on
the screen, and only hoped that she hadn't become another fuck toy. He was
incensed about the fate of the team, but Mel was his partner, and that was a
bond that would demand revenge before any other.

"No need to worry, she was not part of that conversion. I only converted the
rest of your team, because I couldn't very well have them harassing me again.
You would have joined them, if I didn't need a message delivered. Of course, I
understand the bonds that partners share, and I would have neglected my
purpose if I'd done anything severe to dear Mel." Larange replied.

He had enjoyed watching the agents as they were converted, realizing what they
were being turned into. He wished he could have joined in on the fun more
personally, but he didn't have much time to finish his business and leave.
Doubtlessly another assault was being planned, and he didn't have any need to
be present for that.

Larange bent over his intercom and pressed a button. "Holli, would you please
show Miss Fisher in?"

The door behind Larange's desk opened a moment later, and Holli led Mel out
into the room. Marcus looked on in shock, as he saw his partner walk in. Mel
was dressed in a lacy white teddy and nothing else. Not only that, but she was
standing so that her well-rounded breasts were thrust out, while she blushed
furiously. Marcus couldn't remember a time when Mel had ever been embarrassed,
and he'd walked in on her in more than one compromising position. Finally,
he could swear that the crotch of her teddy was wet, and that her nipples were
erect beneath the teddy's cups.

"What did you do to her?" he asked, as he regained his focus.

Larange simply smiled for a moment, letting the question hang in the air. 

Mel shivered, as she stood there, trying to make sense of the new feelings
coursing through her. She had woken up naked, confused and oddly calm. Mel
knew that the mission had failed, and that she'd been hit with a tranquilizer
dart, and for a moment feared the worst. She hadn't been able to keep focused
on that however, in fact she found it hard to think at all, like she was
fighting some kind of fog in her head. Even so, Mel couldn't summon any
concern about it. Soon she found herself simply staring up at the ceiling,
content in thoughtlessness. Some time later Holli had came to her, and told
her to put on the teddy. Mel did so without complaint, though internally she
tried to figure out why she was doing so, and why she liked putting it on so
much. Holli told Mel that she was going to be taken to see Marcus, and Mel
suddenly felt herself flutter. She wasn't sure where that came from, but
quickly followed Holli, in order to see her partner.

Now she was standing nearly naked in front of him, presenting herself like
some kind of lamb to the slaughter. She knew that this wasn't like herself at
all, but the most she could summon was a deep blush, as she presented herself
to him.

"Marcus, I think they did something to me." Mel chirped meekly.

She'd never felt so small before. Mel had always tried to control her
situation, but now she could feel it controlling her. She was engulfed by a
powerless feeling, that her fate wasn't her own anymore. It disturbed her that
she found the feeling so wonderfully natural, that she had to fight hard not
to just give into it. The urge to bare herself in front of these men surged
through her as well, and she had to catch herself more than once to keep from
pulling down the shoulder straps of her teddy. It was so unreal she thought,
that she both wanted to show off her body, but knew that she shouldn't want to
at the same time. Below that maelstrom was another brewing desire that she
noticed every time she looked at her partner, and she couldn't deny the
strength of that passion either, as she felt her pussy quiver.

"Are you feeling a bit uncomfortable dear?" Larange asked, as he eyed Mel
again fiddling with the straps of her teddy. He enjoyed seeing her like this,
and considered the possibilities for future conversions. "I don't think anyone
would mind if you made yourself more comfortable."

"You fucked with my head didn't you, sir?" Mel whimpered, as she finally
grabbed onto the straps and pulled them down. It felt so good as she pulled
the garment down, with a long smooth motion, slowly uncovering herself. First
she noticed that her breasts popped free of the confining cups, and smiled
happily, as she thrust them out in front of her proudly.

"Oh yes that feels much better!" Mel cried out, as she jiggled her chest a
little, for the moment not caring just how out of character her actions were.
Having her breasts jiggling freely in the open air was just so wonderfully
natural, that she couldn't help herself. With that wonderful feeling of
freedom driving her, Mel pulled down the rest of her teddy, and peeled its
crotch away from hers. She gasped as she looked down between her legs to see
that she was completely hairless between her legs. She thought about it for a
moment, as she stepped out of the teddy, and couldn't think of a reason why it
wasn't better to be hairless down there. She knew that it wasn't right, but
she couldn't summon up any good reason to support that feeling, especially in
the light of how nice her naked pussy looked without any hair on it. Her
thoughts quickly drifted to other more important things to do with her newly
hairless pussy, and her attention fell moved to her partner, who was sitting
in front of her. She'd flirted with the idea of coupling with him before, but
now the notion was wrapped in a dire need to do so, and somehow she knew that
only he could fill it.

"Better?" Larange asked, as he looked at Mel's smiling face, and the rest of
her lovely form. She certainly had a nice body, and those years of agency
training had left her nicely toned. He wished for a moment that he could
indulge, but this prize wasn't for him. She had other responsibilities.

"Much! Thank you, sir." Mel chimed. In her reply she found her focus again.
"This isn't right, sir, I shouldn't like being naked so much, or want Marcus
like this. Why did you do this to me?"

Larange was enjoying the game, and doing his best to play Marcus as best as he
could. "I need you as an example my dear. You were infected with my latest
work, a viral nanobot. It behaves much like any virulent infectious disease,
except that it's effects are related to your personality, rather than your
general health. Don't worry, I've deactivated and cleaned the infection from
your system so you aren't contagious."

Mel shivered, as she heard his explanation. She knew it was all true, given
her current behavior, and even knowing that she was under his control, she
couldn't find the will to fight these feelings. Now that she was naked, her
focus was quickly turning from her own predicament to her partner, and the
more interesting parts of his anatomy, rather than how she ended up in this
predicament.

"What do you want?" Marcus demanded, still struggling with his own fury to
keep from trying to rip this man apart. He had little doubt that the women
guarding him would shoot him dead if he tried it though. The thought that Mel
had been messed with like this simply infuriated him, and for a moment, he
considered that it might be worth the risk, if he could actually manage to
kill Larange.

"This is simply a demonstration that I wish your Bureau to see. I have readied
agents of my own, to distribute the viral agent into major population centers
around the world, if I should suddenly disappear or order them to do so.
Insurance I would say, against what you attempted to do to me yesterday. I
want nothing more than to be left alone, I am willing to keep a low profile
and to release my pets when I am finished enjoying them. All that I require is
that the Bureau leave me to my indulgences. I will give your people a week to
consider my proposal, and to weigh the consequences." Larange explained.

He'd planned for this day almost since he started. He knew someone would come
for him eventually, and he only hoped that he was holding a trump card that
even the most fool hardy sole wouldn't risk letting him play. He really didn't
want to rule the world, it was far too much trouble simply maintaining a small
harem. Everything he'd done, aside from enjoying his toys, was to acquire the
resources necessary to head off his potential adversaries, and he was more
than pleased that they seemed to have given him enough time to put all of his
pieces in place.

Marcus mulled Larange's words, as he thought about his partner. She was 
obviously in the midst of Larange's influence, naked, clearly aroused, and
devoutly attentive to himself. He'd seen a look similar to that in Wendy, in
her time with him, the only difference was, that Mel still held on with a
small sparkle in her eye, and a confident, if not alluring pose. He had no
idea what the Bureau chiefs would say about this, but if this madman could do
what he did to Mel across the globe, there didn't seem to be much choice.

Mel had tried to pay attention to the words being exchanged around her, but
she'd lost the fight to more important drives. As the two men talked she
couldn't help herself but to walk slowly closer to Marcus, and she swore that
she could smell him in the air somehow. Her mind was in a turmoil, still trying
to regain control, but these needs that she felt were all so overwhelming that
it was a struggle simply for her to recognize that she shouldn't want this
much, less actually do anything about it. As she heard Larange finish his
explanation she was kneeling in front of Marcus, and reaching for his belt.

He jumped back in his seat, as he felt her between his legs. He reached down
and grabbed her by her arms, and forced her to look up at  him. "Mel, get a
hold of yourself, you can fight this!"

Mel shuddered in ecstasy at his touch, astonished that anything could feel
this good. It took a moment for his words to sink in, and though she knew why
he said such things, she couldn't find it in herself to fight this. She looked
into his eyes, and pleaded with her partner. "Please, Marcus, I need to taste
you so bad. I know how wrong it is, but I just have to have your cock in my
mouth. Please Marcus, let me, I know you'll enjoy it."

Marcus pulled away from her in shock at her words. Mel had always been the
tough one, and to see her reduced to this scared him. He certainly didn't want
to let her give in like this, but he didn't know what he could do.

"Please Marcus, enjoy her. I can imagine that you've had your eye on her for
some time. Her needs will only grow more intensely, the longer that they go
unfulfilled. Eventually she will burn out with pent up desire, and I'm sure
that you wouldn't want to see that happen to your sweet little partner, now
would you?" Larange laughed, as he watched Marcus fend off Mel's incessant
assault on his crotch. If nothing else, he was pleased to get this much of a
show. He knew that Mel would adjust to her new needs in a few days, and he
diligently made sure that her original personality was left intact, and
functional, except when her new desires would take over. He hoped that the
Bureau would take her as the warning he meant her to be, and do the right
thing. If not, he'd have the responsibility for caring for the whole world,
and not just a small harem.

"Please, Marcus? Don't you care about me, partner? All I need is to suck on
your cock. Can't you do that for me, after all we've been through?" Mel begged.

She was blushing furiously the whole time, as she tried to open up his jeans
and free his cock. She could already see that he was hard by the outline in
his crotch, and she could barely contain her anxiety to wrap her lips around
it as quickly as possible.

Marcus surrendered, not knowing what else to do. It took Mel only a moment to
tear open his pants and extract his cock. She stared at it dreamily for a
moment, as she caressed it with her fingers. Then she bent forward and engulfed
it in one gulp. He groaned, amazed that she seemed as adept at oral sex as
Wendy had been, before realizing where that knowledge must have come from.

Mel was in heaven, as she savored the taste and feel of his cock inside of her
mouth. She'd never really given oral sex before, but from the noises that
he was making, she had little doubt that she was doing it right. She was happy
about that, and turned her full focus towards giving her partner the best blow
job that she could.

Larange watched the two agents, and considered just how convincing an example
Mel would be. Once she regained her composure, she'd probably express the
danger herself, and that alone should prove his case. He already had a
helicopter waiting to take them back to their base, and his own escape was
ready as well. It wouldn't be long and he'd have his answer. He only hoped
that the Bureau made the right choice.

***


"Oh god Marcus, that was so good!" Mel cooed, as she felt her partner's shaft
softening inside of her. She pulled his hands back up to her naked breasts, as
she sat on his lap. "You know I'm going to have to tease you for taking
advantage of me like this, don't you?"

"You're the one who can't stop! Are you sure that you're alright?" Marcus
asked, doing his best not to enjoy his partner's attentions too much, as the
chopper they were on flew towards the Bureau's staging area. This was one of
Larange's helicopters, but it didn't matter, there wasn't anyone left at the
staging area that could do anything to stop it from going back to his base.
Mel was his current concern, and she was simply insatiable right at the moment.
He worried about just how much Larange had affected her. 

"Aside from not being able to stop acting like a nymphomaniac, I'm fine, and
with your nice hard cock inside me, I'm great." Mel giggled, another bizarre
sound to come from her. She couldn't help herself, which surprised her as much
as anything else. It was like her impulse control was gone, and even Marcus's
attempts to stop her didn't do anything to slow down her advances. She knew
her mind had been toyed with, and that she wasn't really herself, but none of
that helped her regain enough control to do anything other than try to get
Marcus hard again, so that they could keep playing.

"What are we going to do? That maniac wants to fuck up the whole planet, just
like he did to you, and I don't see how we can stop him." Marcus lamented, as
he felt her pussy rippling on him, getting his shaft hard again.

"I don't know, Marcus, I really can't keep my attention on anything, except
your sexy bod." Mel replied, as she started to hump herself up and down on his
hardening shaft again. She was worried about Larange's plans as well, but she
couldn't keep her focus on it, not enough to help Marcus anyway. The only
thing that she could help him with, was another orgasm.

"Please Mel, can you be quiet, I need to think." Marcus asked, caressing his
partner's cheek, as he did so.

"Sure, so long as you don't make me stop humping you." Mel giggled again. She
quieted herself down after that, and worked on fucking herself on her partner,
with long, slow strokes, so that he could think.

If having Wendy following around and calling him master was strange, having
Mel behaving like a complete slut was scary. He didn't know what to do, and
every attempt that he'd made to slow her down just reduced her to begging
until he gave in. If this was what Larange's virus could do to the world,
there wouldn't be much of civilization left after it was done. He didn't like
the idea of letting a mad man like that run free, but letting him destroy
civilization wasn't very appealing either. He was glad that he didn't have to
make the final decision, and as soon as he gave his report, he'd turn his
focus back to helping Mel and Wendy. Marcus simply hoped that things would
work out. He didn't know how just yet, but he couldn't believe that everything
around him could fall apart.

To be continued...

End Part 5

This is the end for now, at least till I decide how to continue. If you liked
it so far let me know, and of course if there's anything you want to see I'm
open to suggestions.


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