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Author: Farleven
Title: Who Wants To rule The World
Part: 6
Keywords: mc nc MF FF

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Who Wants To Rule The World?  Part 6 (mc, nc, mf, ff)
Farleven   (farleven@yahoo.com)
January 2003
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"Hello, um, ladies and gentlemen." Mel stammered, as she gripped the podium.
She closed her eyes for a moment to focus again, or rather to get her focus
off of her thoughts of her partner. She breathed in and out, with several
labored breaths, and felt the silky fabric of her dress run over her sensitive
breasts, as her chest heaved. She knew that everyone in the room could see her
hardened little nipples through the soft fabric. In fact, she was happy about
it, both because it showed off how cute her nipples were, and just how
thoroughly her mind had been fucked with. 

It hadn't even been a week since she'd been captured and infected with the
Bimbo Virus, as it was being affectionately called around the Bureau. She had
barely been able to think straight, her first few days, except in a few moments
of wonderful clarity, right after her partner Marcus had thoroughly fucked her.
Every cell of her body was focused on sex, and all of that energy was focused
on Marcus. Mel knew just how screwed up she was, just how wrong she was
behaving, but she couldn't control herself. If she was around Marcus, all she
could do was paw him and plead with him, until she could pleasure him, and if
she was away from him, all she could think of was how to seduce him next.

The Bureau's telepaths worked with Mel, after she and Marcus had spent a
couple of days in quarantine. No one was willing to trust the word of a mad
man, that she wasn't contagious. She remembered the days fondly, or at least
the new part of her that was a completely an unashamed slut did. She'd spent
the entire time fucking Marcus, in full view of the staff on the other side of
the isolation chamber. The dual thrill of pleasuring Marcus, and showing off
her sexy body could still send ripples of heat through her. The telepaths had
helped her gain some ability to suppress her new desires, not completely, but
enough for her to do some work, and enough for this very important
presentation.

All of the heads of the Bureau were in the room, along with several
representatives of other top-level government agencies from around the world.
The threat that Larange represented was one that everyone would have to deal
with, and as such, all responsible parties had been gathered for a conference
on the matter. They had already been presented with the information regarding
the threat Larange represented. Her job was simple, to further detail the
events of the virus and demonstrate its effectiveness. It hadn't been easy for
her to pull herself together for this presentation. With only days to prepare,
she didn't have very much information to present, aside from her affliction,
and she was barely in control of herself. Even her dress had proven to be a
problem, just like Wendy, Mel was terribly uncomfortable in anything except
the most sheer and light fabrics. The long silky dress that she was wearing
now was something more akin to sleep wear, than anything else, but it was the
most that she could tolerate putting on. The truth was, it didn't really
matter, the very fact that she couldn't wear anything more modest was part of
the presentation.

The crowd was quiet now. She didn't know just how long she'd been standing
there regaining her focus, but she knew she had to do her job before she
succumbed again. "Sorry about that, I'm here because I'm the only person who's
been exposed to the Larange Nano Virus, or the Bimbo Virus as our sexually
repressed lab staff call it. Of course, it is a fair description, given its
effects."

Mel turned on a screen, showing a picture of her from the Bureau's archives.
She was modestly dressed and looked every bit the professional agent. "I am
one of the Bureau's investigative agents, and was recently put on the trail of
a slave ring operating in North America. In the course of our investigation we
tracked the source of this ring to Patrick Larange, and I was captured during
a raid on one of his facilities. My partner Marcus," she suddenly stopped, and
started doing her breathing exercises again. Just the fleeting thought of him
had her reeling in lust. She felt her entire body flush, and she wanted
nothing more than to feel him ravaging her willing flesh, right that instant.
It wasn't easy, but she refocused on her current task. Marcus had fucked her
furiously right before her presentation, and had promised her a good fucking
afterwards.

"Sorry about that, I got kind of distracted." Mel said, as she smiled weakly.
She could see the look of concern on the faces of the people watching her.
They'd all read the reports, but seeing a nearly naked woman, who had an
established agent record nearly collapse with lust, right before them, was
jarring. She only hoped that it would spur them on a decisive decision.

"My partner and I were captured, as were the rest of our team. My partner and
I were allowed to return, after I was infected, to deliver Larange's ultimatum.
He kept the rest of our team as slaves, transforming their minds and bodies,
much as he did with Wendy Braumer. We don't know their fate beyond that."

"The virus is very effective, if my demeanor hasn't made that point clear. In
fact, I'm barely keeping myself together right now, and this is the hardest
part of my presentation. As far as we can discern, all the effects of the
Larange Virus are mental, aside from an increased sensitivity to the sense of
touch. The mental effects are significant. I am in a nearly constant state of
arousal, and it is only with the help of the Bureau's trained telepathic staff
have I been able to keep myself coherent this long. I am constantly horny, and
I dearly want to tear this dress off, so that my body can breath properly. My
sexual attention is fully locked on my partner, though we believe that the 
virus was modified slightly in my case, to create this effect, rather than
have my affections turn to any available sex partner. I could go on, but I
think that you all get the idea. Are there any questions?" Mel huffed, trying
to retain control after rambling over her current state. Just thinking about
her condition made her horny, and as she waited for questions, she couldn't
help but reach up and squeeze on one of her breasts, and pinch a nipple. It
was horribly immodest, but she found it somewhat calming, as an act of
masturbatory foreplay, to the main event that Marcus would be beginning
shortly.

Her sudden display of inappropriate behavior seemed to silence the crowd. They
all just looked up rather stunned, as she openly fondled herself. It wasn't
until she realized what she was doing, and jerked her hand away, that anyone
stood to ask her a question. She blushed in embarrassment, but felt herself
quiver with renewed lust as well. She was well aware that humiliation now made
her even more aroused than before, and it made it very hard for her not to do
even more embarrassing things. Even so, she knew that she was standing there
with her nipples poking her dress out, as her chest heaved with each deep 
breath that she took.

"Do you believe Larange will carry though with his threat?" Director Carol
McConnel from MI-5, British intelligence asked.

"I didn't really have a chance to interact with him, but given his general
behavior, I believe that he will try to carry out his threat, if his demands
are not met. Knowing just how completely he can control people, his agents
likely don't even know their mission, until they have to execute it." Mel
replied.

This was the toughest question of the whole operation. Was Larange really a
threat, and could he be stopped. Even more important, would he keep his
promise not to release the virus, if he were left alone? No one could answer
that question. He would almost certainly release it if he could, but would he
not try to take over the world if simply left to his own devices? 

The chief presenter walked up and grabbed Mel by the shoulders, and the
startled agent let out a moan, at the unexpected contact. Even if her primary
focus was her partner, she was still a woman, and with her heightened
sensitivity, close proximity to any man was enough to spark a reaction. At
least she knew that this ordeal was over, she was happy to have done it, but
now she was being drawn to her reward.

"Thanks, Mel, Marcus has been waiting for you outside." The other agent
informed her. She bowed slightly to the crowd, and excused herself, only half
trying not to race out of the room, and into her partner's arms. 

"Hey there, you did great!" Marcus congratulated Mel, as she raced towards him.
No sooner had he gotten the words out, than she had wrapped herself around him.
Anything else he wanted to say was smothered by her lips, as she ground her
entire body against him.

"Hurry!" Mel huffed, pulling herself away just long enough to say it.

Marcus took the hint and pulled away before both of them bolted towards their
quarters. Mel raced after him, knowing this was both a game and necessary, if
he hadn't broke away, she would have fucked him right out in the open. She
didn't really care, but she knew that it would get Marcus in trouble, and she
didn't want that to happen.

"Hi Master!" Wendy squealed, as Marcus ran into the room, with Mel right
behind him. She giggled and bounced gleefully over to her master, and started
to undress him quickly. She did her best to rub her naked flesh against his,
as she did so, but her duty was most pressing, she had to get him ready to
give Mel a good fucking, then she would get her turn. As she pulled down his
shorts, she took a brief moment to wrap her delicate little fingers around his
shaft. She cooed, relishing the hardness that she held in her hand, and wishing
that she didn't have to wait to service it more fully.

While Wendy was stripping her master, Mel was getting out of her dress. She
was so horny, that she tried to just rip herself out of the shear garment the
moment that she had the door closed behind her. It didn't work out so easily
though, and she found herself struggling a bit to get herself out of the torn
remains of her dress. Finally she looked down at the rags which she had made
of her clothes, on the ground around her feet, and stretched out, enjoying the
wonderful feeling of being naked again. It was amazingly refreshing, no more
constraining cloth hugging her chest, and the tickle of cool air against her
pussy. Her revelry at being naked again melted away, as she looked up at
Marcus, and his little slave girl. Mel was still a bit unnerved by the girl,
even if they were both in much the same situation now. Still, the sight of
Marcus's hard cock standing up from between his legs quickly gained her full
attention. She could feel her inner fires glowing brighter with just a glance,
and now all she wanted to do was to feel it inside her.

Marcus shuddered, as Wendy expertly fondled him, yet another example of her
perfect programming as a sex toy. He still couldn't help but to wince a bit at
that thought. Certainly, he loved the sensual pleasure of having a sex slave,
but he knew that deep down, that Wendy couldn't have wanted this life for
herself of her own volition. It was the same for Mel, she didn't want to be
driven by lust, but at least with Mel, she was still herself, aside from her
uncontrollable urges.

Mel looked up at her partner, and his cock twitched in appreciation of the
ravishing woman before him. Her body was well toned and well rounded. Marcus
couldn't even count the number of times that he'd had lewd thoughts about his
partner, but until her infection, he'd never acted on them. Now though, he
hardly had a choice, Mel was almost physically dependent upon his attentions,
and he had to admit, that he didn't really mind helping her out all that much.

"Oh, God you look so nice and hard!" Mel giggled, as she took in the sight of
her naked and very much-aroused partner. She'd never been greatly attracted to
him before, he was pretty average after all. Now though, she couldn't get
enough of him, every bulge and line on his body just sent quakes to the core
of her being. She knew it was all part of her reprogramming, but it still felt
so real, so absolute, that she couldn't even consider fighting it. Instead,
she found herself uncontrollably horny, and willing to do anything to fill the
empty space between her legs with his cock.

Marcus simply nodded, as Mel threw her naked body against his. He held her
close, as she ground her body into his, pressing her breasts into his chest.
Without another word, she reached up and grabbed his head, and guided her lips
to his. She couldn't believe just how wonderful it was just to kiss him, to
have his lips pressed against hers. She needed more though, her body was crying
out for fulfillment.

They fell onto the bed a moment later, each having propelled the other. The
couple tumbled for a moment, before coming to rest. Mel smiled as she found
herself on her back, and wantonly spread her legs for the man resting atop her.
Marcus didn't need any more encouragement, and both of them moaned in ecstasy,
as he drove his shaft into her engorged and slickened folds. She cooed as she
felt her lower lips part, and let the invader in again, letting it claim her
most intimate flesh, and prove once more that she was now owned. She hadn't
told Marcus that yet, she didn't know if he'd understand, but she was every
bit as much his willing slave as Wendy was, and right now she was absorbed by
her need to serve. She could hardly have been happier than she was right at
the moment, submitting to Marcus and filled with his cock.

"Aww Mel, you're such a whore! Now hurry up so I can play with Master! My
pussy hasn't gotten to play with him all day!" Wendy pouted, as she shamelessly
pumped a dildo in and out of her pussy, while she watched her Master and Mel
begin their latest round of fucking. Since Mel and Marcus's return, Wendy had
felt somewhat deprived, though she rarely spoke of it. Before she'd had Marcus
all to herself, but now she had to share him, and like any teenager, she hated
to share. It didn't help any that Mel was more aggressive about her needs than
she could be. Mel asked, pressed, and pleaded, while Wendy couldn't be as
forceful, as her slave submissiveness kept her desire to mimic Mel at bay. 

"You heard her! Fuck me Marcus, hammer that wonderful cock of yours into me!"
Mel cried out, as she squirmed against the hardness inside her depths. She
couldn't get over just how wonderful it felt with Marcus insider of her.
Certainly, she had enjoyed sex before now, and all of it's wonders, for most
of her adult life, but nothing before came even close to the feelings that were
stirred within her, since her change. Now she was savoring the cock inside of
her, focusing her whole being on caressing that wonderful organ within her 
pussy. 

Marcus didn't have to be told twice, and he started thrusting into his
partner's writhing flesh. In moments like this, he could hardly believe his
luck. Mel was a pure tiger in bed, and she knew just how to use her sexy little
body to its full effect. If he didn't know her better, he would have thought
that she'd gotten some of Wendy's sex ed programming, but he'd known a couple
of Mel's past lovers, and with her now a simpering sex toy, they weren't shy
about sharing tales of her past behavior.

Wendy moaned in time with her master's thrusts. She couldn't take her eyes off
of his cock, as she watched it pump in and out of Mel's pussy. She was also
thrusting her dildo in time with his rhythm as well, though it wasn't even
close to the same feeling as being under her master's muscular body, but for
now it was all that she could do. It was practice too, matching her lover's
rhythm and studying his actions to clue her in to how close to cumming he was.
She had never been much for classrooms before, but now she was a very devoted
student, when it came to learning about her Master and how best to please him.

Mel thrashed around beneath Marcus, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts. 
Her legs were wrapped around his hips, Her breasts squished against his chest
and her lips mashed against his. Every fuck was like this, amazing beyond any
experience that she could remember, including the last time Marcus had his
flesh pressed into her. This was heaven, she mused, between passion swept
breaths, nothing had ever felt this good before, and she knew that every time
now, was better than the last. How she got here didn't matter, only the fact
that she was being so wonderfully, perfectly fucked by the hottest man that
she had ever known.

The couple continued like this for some time. Marcus had gotten plenty of
practice in the art of sex during the last few weeks. Wendy had been an
excellent teacher, and now Mel was reinforcing all that he had learned. His
stamina was substantial now, but he had to be careful not to think too much
about how he was fucking his partner, or he'd loose control prematurely. Mel
had been a forbidden fruit for so long, that just the thought of her change in
status was enough to get him off. When he had her bucking and moaning
passionately beneath him, it took great control, not to give in to his cock
and just shoot off into her welcoming flesh. 

Pleasure could not last forever though, and the passion of their embrace was
also bringing both partners to their climax. Mel could sense the increased
urgency in his thrusts, and he could hear her pants getting shorter and
harsher, as she climbed closer to her own peak. Each of them tried to hold
back, working to savor every passion filled moment locked together like this.
They couldn't hold out forever though, Mel's warm, tight depths only grew
tighter, as she ascended, just as his shaft only grew harder from her intimate
grip. The cycle drew them ever closer, until the final moment. They cried out
as one, when Marcus rammed himself fully into her depths, and began to fill
her with his seed. His sudden full penetration, and the warm spurts within her,
sent her over the edge, and she ascended into her own glorious orgasm. Her
pussy milked his shaft, as she quaked with pleasure. Nothing could be better
than this, she thought, as she felt her insides filling with his manly warmth.
She pressed her lips to his again, and they shared a long passionate kiss, as
they finished their latest wondrous coupling.

"That was wonderful." Marcus exclaimed smiling, as he rubbed the side of her 
face. They were still locked together, sharing this moment of gentle intimacy
while they could. It was the one problem he faced with having his own harem,
there was always another horny woman wanting his attention.

"My turn! My turn!" Wendy giggled, and started bouncing a bit on the bed. She'd
gotten a small orgasm off of watching her master enjoying Mel, but now she
wanted her own fucking. She gave the pair a few minutes to savor their
coupling, but now it was her turn to pleasure their master.

"I guess we can't keep her waiting." Marcus smiled, as he rolled off of Mel. 

"I know you just want some slave girl action, you pig!" Mel giggled.

As soon as he rolled onto his back, she got up and bent down over his soft
cock. She licked her lips, looking at his pussy slickened shaft hanging limply
before her. She'd acquired quite a taste for cock, since her change, especially
one that was dripping in pussy juice. "Well, let's get you all tuned up, so
that you can be a good pervert."

Marcus groaned, as Mel wrapped her mouth around his cock and started sucking.
He was glad that she could still laugh about her new condition, though
occasionally her comments did spawn a bit of guilt in him. He knew that he
didn't have much of a choice. Wendy had been forced upon him due to the
investigation, and Mel was his because of Larange's plans. If he stopped, it
would only hurt the two women more, since they were almost physically
dependent upon his attentions. Still, he knew that it wasn't right, that he
shouldn't have two women as programmed sex slaves, not that he didn't enjoy it.
Rather he wished that they were free from the control, but since they weren't
he wasn't about to make them suffer because of his own morals.

It didn't take long for Mel to bring him back to life. She was quite the adept
little cock sucker, and she loved teasing a cock back into full hardness with
just her mouth. While she was busy getting his cock ready, he was enjoying the
flesh of his other slave girl.

"Oh Master!" Wendy cried out, as he fondled one of her tits. He still couldn't
believe just how soft Wendy's impossibly round globes were. They didn't sag or
even bounce really, but they were perfectly soft and pliant to the touch. He
could roll them in his hands for hours, savoring her silky smooth skin, and
tender nipples. Of course she loved every second of his attention, her body
had been made for her master's pleasure, and his every caress sent shock waves
of ecstasy through her.

"What position would you like today, Wendy?" he asked, as he brought another
joyous moan of pleasure from her lips, with a squeeze of her tit. 

"Hmmm." Wendy thought for a moment, working to keep her mind on her choice,
and not on his wonderfully powerful hands, as they roamed over her flesh.
Still, it took only a few moments for her to decide. "Doggy! I feel like a
bitch in heat today!"

"Then doggy it is then." Marcus said as he smiled at her.

He still found it hard to believe that a woman could act like such a sex-crazed
creature. He knew why it was this way, but that didn't suppress his
bewilderment. Now he had a job to do, or rather a sex slave to enjoy, and he
was quite up to the job now. Mel sensed that he was ready, and pulled back, so
that he could get up.

"Okay Wendy, get into your position like a good puppy dog." Marcus instructed.
He watched as the naked teenager got onto her hands and knees in front of him.
She spread out her legs, and shifted her hips, presenting her shaved and
dripping pussy for her Master. She loved being like this, and she swooned at
the notion that her master was ogling her flesh right now, and could see just
how wet and horny that she was.

"Okay Mel, why don't you do the honors." Marcus instructed again.

He positioned himself behind Wendy, and let his hard cock just dangle between
them.

"What a pig!" Mel barked, as she crawled up to Marcus's crotch. She reached up
and cupped Wendy's pussy, and started stroking the girl's clit. She smiled as
she felt the slave girl's pussy gush with fresh arousal, as Wendy squirmed
against the probing hand. She was just a wonderful slut, Mel mused, somewhat
envious of the girls factory made pussy, perfectly built for pleasuring her
Master. Mel let her fingers explore that perfect passage for a moment, letting
Wendy practice gripping her fingers, as she parted the girl's smooth outer
lips, and sank her fingers into her depths. 

"Oh Mel!" Wendy cooed. She just loved it when Mel played with her like this.
Being a woman, Mel just knew how to caress her for the most pleasure. They
didn't get to play that often though, since their master was the true center
of their affections. Now was no different, as Wendy enjoyed the feeling of
Mel's delicate fingers toying with her sensitive folds, but they both knew
Wendy was simply being prepared for her greater duty.

"So you like fucking helpless little teenage girls, don't you Marcus?" Mel
barked, as she stroked Marcus's shaft fondly. Her saliva still left him slick,
and so she had no trouble running her fingers over him, keeping him hard, and
allowing her to savor every ripple on his cock, from it's base to it's cute
little head.

Marcus nearly groaned from her treatment, and waited for her to continue. If
he hadn't already cum once, he'd have probably shot off just from Mel's
expert handling of his rod. Still, he had more to enjoy, and he kept his
control, as she guided him towards his target. He watched as she pulled his
cock down, and started to rub his cock head against Wendy's shining lips,
gently parting the fleshy folds with his tip.

"I'll bet that you want to sink your prick all the way into her, don't you? Oh,
you're twitching now, you pervert! Having you're big hard cock parting a sweet
innocent little girl's pussy lips, is really turning you on, isn't it? Just
look at her. she's just a helpless little teenaged slut, spreading her legs
for her master, and it's your big hard shaft that's splitting her open." Mel
teased, as she guided his cock into Wendy's entrance. She loved doing this,
every part of it, from picking on Marcus, to watching the excruciatingly sexy
sight of Wendy's feminine lips parting for his shaft. 

Wendy was merrily cooing, as she felt her Master's cock parting her outer lips
and finding it's way into her entrance. Mel liked her games, but Wendy loved
fucking, and did everything that she could, not to simply push back, and
impale herself on his shaft, before he was ready.

Marcus felt Mel guide him into Wendy's gateway. She stroked his shaft twice
more, then pulled her hand away. It was time to watch, and he didn't make her
wait long at all. He pushed forward, and all three of them moaned, as he
impaled Wendy with one long thrust. He savored the warm soft wet depths of his
pleasure slave, as she rippled her passage around him. As he did, Mel pulled
up behind him, and pressed her own naked flesh against his back. Marcus was in
heaven, sandwiched between two wonderfully sexy women. Nothing except the pure
passion swirling around him even passed through his mind, as he took his first
stroke inside of Wendy's welcoming pleasure hole. For now, the only thing that
mattered to him, was enjoying himself to the fullest.

End Part 6


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