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Story title : Control Effect, The
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The Control Effect (FFM, nc, mc, preg, foot-fetish)
by Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
***
A hapless college student is given a mind control drug
during medical trials, then goes on a sex spree. After
impregnating several women, however, he gets a nasty
surprise from his last victim--a highway cop.
***
Jim Walker thought of himself as an average guy--a 22-
year old graphic arts student at Central University.
When he dropped in to the University Med Center,
however--for his weekly visit with Dr. Sandra Graham--
he thought of himself as perhaps a little better than
average, helping to further the progress of medical
science. Sitting on Graham's examination table, he
watched the pretty doctor's movements as she first
retrieved her clipboard, then turned to him with a
small white pill and a cup of water.
"So," Jim said, taking the pill and cup, "tell me again
why we're doing this."
"I told you, Mr. Walker--we're testing side effects of
a theophylline derivative."
"And this might be a placebo...or it might not."
Graham smiled, patiently, writing some notes on her
clipboard.
"Please, Mr. Walker, hexafine shouldn't be any more
potent than caffeine."
"So I should take the pill now?"
"Yes, please."
Jim shrugged, popping the tablet in his mouth and
washing it down with the water. Of course--looking over
the lip of the cup at Dr. Graham--he had to admit it was
easy to cooperate with such a beautiful woman. About 35,
she had curly brown hair, a cute round face and
expressive brown eyes, complimented by her wire-frame
glasses; although most of her body was concealed by her
lab coat, she was clearly slim and petite, and Jim--who
had a bit of a foot fetish--appreciated both the stretch
of bare leg he could see beneath her long skirt, and her
sexy platform sandals with cork-stacked heels. Even her
toes were cute, tightly bound in the vamps of her
sandals.
"It'll probably kill me," Jim muttered, gulping down the
pill.
"Oh, that's not good," Graham said, continuing her
scribbling; "drug-induced paranoia."
"Did you really write that?"
"No," Graham said, stopping her writing and looking up
with a slight smile.
"I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time," Jim said.
"I mean you are paying me, and it's not like it's a huge
sacrifice."
"Well, I do appreciate it," Graham said, holding her
clipboard against her stomach.
A long moment then passed before Jim spoke again.
"I hope I'm not being too forward," he said, "but you're
not married, are you?"
"No," Graham said.
"That's hard to imagine. You're awful pretty." Graham
blushed.
"I guess I haven't met the right guy," she said.
"Well," Jim said, self-consciously, "I'm not saying I'm
the right guy, but I sure wouldn't mind having a
girlfriend like you."
"What would you do if I were your girlfriend?" Graham
asked.
It was then, as Jim looked into her eyes, that he
realized there was something odd about her demeanor.
Flirting was one thing, but she was neither avoiding his
gaze, nor trying to brush him off.
"Well, geez, I don't know..."
Still, Graham continued to look at him.
"...what would YOU do?"
"What do you want me to do?" Graham asked.
Oh man--Jim thought, feeling his heart leap in his
chest--she is seriously freaking me out! I wonder if
this is some kind of doctor joke?
"Uh...drop your clipboard," Jim said.
She dropped her clipboard.
"And take off your lab coat."
She slipped off her lab coat, letting it fall around her
feet.
"Are you okay, Doctor?"
"Shouldn't I be?" Graham asked, innocently.
"Well, how about you take off your blouse?"
Obediently, Graham did as suggested, unfastening the
buttons of her top and letting it likewise fall to the
floor. Slim as she was, he now realized she had a nice
pair of tits, nicely lifted and supported by her lacy
bra.
"How big...are those?" he asked.
"34B."
"Can I see them?"
Whereupon, Graham unclasped her bra and let it fall away
as well. Her breasts--perfectly proportioned to her
body--now hung loose and free on her chest, capped by a
magnificent pair of puffy pink nipples.
Holy shit--! Jim thought; what was in that pill?
* * *
Down the hall, meanwhile, two of Dr. Graham's
assistants--a pair of 19-year old students named Dawn
and Jamie--were processing research results when they
heard Dr. Graham's door close. That was odd, but not
nearly as odd as what they heard a few moments later--a
sudden, rhythmic thumping noise, as if an examination
table were being banged against a wall.
"What the hell is that?" Dawn asked, brushing her long
black hair away from her face.
Jamie, a blonde with shoulder-length hair, tried to
imagine what it could be...but then it couldn't be what
she was thinking. Although the building was mostly empty
at this hour of the day, would Dr. Graham actually do it
with a test subject, and her helpers just a few feet
away?
Or was she being forced? If so, why didn't she cry out?
"Why don't you go look?" Jamie suggested.
"Why don't YOU go look?"
"Let's both go look," Jamie said, finally. "Dr. Graham
might be in trouble."
Dropping their work, then, the girls advanced together
toward the closed door of their employer, half-
mesmerized and half-alarmed by the banging noises from
within. As they drew closer, Dawn paused to pick up a
fire extinguisher just in case they'd need a weapon, and
Jamie moved to open the door.
"Oh my God!"
Still gripping the fire extinguisher, Dawn rushed up and
suddenly came up short in the doorway. There was Dr.
Graham all right-- sitting on the examination table with
her skirt hiked up around her hips, getting the bejesus
fucked out of her by Jim Walker, one of her test
subjects. Neither Graham nor Walker seemed to notice the
girls at first; still wearing her glasses and sandals,
Dr. Graham was gripping Walker's forearms while Walker--
with his pants around his knees--slammed his penis into
the moaning doctor, knocking the table up against the
wall with the force of his thrusting.
Walker stopped, however, suddenly, when Dawn dropped the
fire extinguisher.
"Shit, Dawn," Jamie said; "call the cops!"
"Wait!" Walker said. "Both of you--come in here."
* * *
Dizzy with pleasure, feeling Dr. Graham's pussy suck and
squeeze his penis with every driving stroke, Jim didn't
realize he was being watched at first, and looked up in
a flat-out panic. When he realized it was just a couple
of girls, however, he forced himself to master his fear
and ordered them to come inside. Then, as they both did
so, he ordered them to close the door behind them.
This is amazing, he thought, watching them follow his
orders. Of course, it was a little distracting to feel
Dr. Graham still moaning beneath him, humping back at
him and fucking herself with his cock--but it didn't
appear she was anywhere close to coming out of her
stupor. As for himself, he had never felt so hard-- more
than seven inches long, with the veins bulging out of
his penis--and he could hardly blame the doctor for
wanting to spear herself on his weapon.
"Who are you two?" Jim asked the girls, finally.
"My name is Dawn," the black-haired girl said.
"And my name is Jamie," the blonde added.
"They're--unph!--my helpers," Dr. Graham offered,
wrapping her legs around Jim's back.
"Well, girls," Jim said--pausing a moment to fuck Dr.
Graham again, fast and deep, with a flurry of powerful
thrusting--"why don't you both take your clothes off."
A moment later, both girls began to remove their
clothing, and Jim felt a sudden surge of pleasure shoot
through his aching-hard penis. Dawn--The dark-haired
girl--had wide hips and big tits, while Jamie was
thinner, and more athletic in build. Seeing them there,
naked, and feeling his power over them, was more than
enough to push his balls--already close to boiling--over
the edge to an orgasm.
"I think I'm gonna come..." Jim said to Graham; "are you
safe?"
"No," Graham answered, "but you can squirt in me if you
want."
"Damn..." Jim muttered, "I don't want to get you
pregnant..."
"Oh, don't be such a worrywart," Graham said, grunting
as she fucked him back; "I'm sure my period was more
than two weeks ago..."
Incredulous, Jim looked at Graham with disbelief; if she
was ovulating, this was incredibly dangerous. Still, her
pussy was so goddamn tight...
"Won't you squirt in me, Baby...? Oh, God, your cock is
so HARD...!"
That finally pushed him over the edge. Again, he fucked
her fast and hard--slapping her ass with his balls--
until, suddenly, his climax broke and he pushed in as
deep as he could go. Grunting and straining, he crushed
his balls into the crack of her buttocks and exploded
deep inside her hole. Jet after jet of his sperm
splashed into her womb, soaking her pussy to overflowing
and filling her belly with his thick, youthful seed.
"Oh, fuck that's good," he moaned, reluctantly pulling
his penis from her body. A flow of sperm, uncorked from
her hole, promptly spilled out onto the doctor's thighs
and ass.
"Don't you have any more?" Graham pleaded.
"Maybe later," Jim said. "Um...why don't you play with
the girls for a minute?"
"Okay," Graham said, rolling off the table and clopping
across the floor in her high heels. The girls,
meanwhile, had already started to touch each other, and
Jim was amazed when he saw them take the doctor into
their embrace, finally slipping off her skirt and
rubbing her cum-plastered pussy with their fingers. For
Jim, first watching the movements of the women, then
glancing at the rear of the doctor--letting his gaze run
down the backs of her legs to her trim ankles and her
cute, sexy feet, still tightly bound in the straps of
her sandals--it was more than enough to put the life
back in her penis.
"Okay, girls, break it up," he said, clutching his slick
but fuck-hard penis; "I want all of you to stand against
the counter there, and bend over."
The women did as bid, and soon Jim was looking down at
all three of their naked pussies, exposed between their
buttocks. To get them ready, he ordered them to play
with themselves, and soon their pussies were wet with
their juices. It was hard to decide which one to do
first, but--Since Graham was closest--he decided to
start with her, walking up behind her and slipping his
penis right back into her pussy.
"Mrmmph...!" Dr. Graham moaned, feeling Jim's penis
split her open once again, then start a sloppy cycle of
wet and messy fucking.
"Do you really like this?" Jim asked, sparing a glance
down at her feet, propped up high on the heels of her
sandals.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Don't you feel coerced?"
"Oh, Baby, just fuck me...!"
Jim was wary of losing this golden opportunity to bone
three girls at the same time, however, and--after slam-
fucking Graham hard and fast, nearly knocking her
forward off her heels--he reluctantly pulled out and
slipped his penis into the black-haired girl in the
middle.
"Unph--!" she grunted, standing on tiptoes as Jim sunk
his penis into her with a single thrust--right up to his
balls in her slippery hole. She was tight, all right,
and he started to grind her slow and deep.
"What's your name again?"
"Unhhh...Dawn!"
"Well, you're sure tight, Dawn. What about you--you on
the pill?"
"Oh, no...please don't come in me...!"
Jim was startled, even as he continued fucking her;
could the effect--whatever it was--be wearing off?
"Would you rather I come in your friend?"
Dawn moaned, despite herself. Her pussy was creamy-wet
now, even as it clung to Jim's thrusting penis, and he
wondered if she would remember what they had done later.
If she did...or any of them did...this could be bad.
"Listen girls," he said, "I don't want any of you to
tell anyone what we've done here, okay?"
"Okay, master," they said--almost in union--and the
sudden realization of his mastery drove him once again
over the edge. Pressing deep, he squirted a sudden gush
of thick and creamy sperm into Dawn...
...then suddenly pulled out, and rammed his still-
squirting penis into Jamie.
"Oh, fuck--!" she squealed, startled both by the sudden
penetration, and the warm jets of sperm Jim was
squirting inside her. "No, you'll make me pregnant...!"
Up to his balls inside her, however, Jim could do
nothing but grasp her by her hips and continue to fuck
her, pumping still more of his cum into her belly.
"I'm sorry," Jim said; "don't you girls use birth
control? I can't believe you don't have boyfriends..."
"I always make mine use a condom," Jamie said.
"And I'd use my diaphragm," Dawn added, eagerly rubbing
herself to a climax, "if I had it with me."
"What about you?" Jim asked Dr. Graham--punctuating the
question with another deep thrust into Jamie.
"Condoms," said Graham--now likewise rubbing herself.
"Not that I have a lot of dates..."
The irony of that, coming from a woman oozing his sperm
down her thighs, was not lost on Jim. Clearly, this was
not a natural situation...but how could a "harmless"
drug have such a dramatic effect?
Or was it the drug at all?
Unfortunately for Jim, however, he was not accustomed to
thinking deeply about such things, and his immediate
concern was how sensitive his penis was becoming in
Jamie's pussy. Finally, when it was more than he could
take, he pulled out and stood there behind her, cupping
her ass and rubbing her cum-spattered pussy with his
fingers.
"Well, I think that's enough. Girls, I want you to go
home, and pretend this never happened."
* * *
When Jim finally staggered out to his car in the parking
lot, his head was spinning. Unable to process completely
what had happened, he numbly started the ignition--
vaguely aware of the darkening sky at dusk--and drove
out onto the freeway. Thankfully, there wasn't much
traffic, so he floored the accelerator, hoping to make
the two miles to his dormitory and crash.
But then he heard the siren; looking up at his rear view
mirror, a highway patrol cruiser was right on his tail,
dome lights flashing.
"Shit!"
Feeling his heart sinking, Jim quickly pulled over to
the side of the road. The cruiser followed him to a
stop, then--with typically agonizing slowness--the
driver stepped out of the car. It happened to be a
woman, a rather stockily built blond with silvered
sunglasses and straight blonde hair.
"License and registration."
Jim fumbled for the items.
"Any idea how fast you were going there?"
"Uh...65?"
"Try 85."
Jim sighed, realizing he really had no idea how fast he
was going. If only the control he'd had over Dr. Graham
and the girls would work on her...
Well, maybe it would.
"Um, officer," he said, "What's your name?"
"Higgenbotham," she replied, showing him her name badge.
"What's your first name?"
"Cynthia."
"You don't say. And how old are you, Cynthia?"
"29."
Yes! It did work!
"Say, Cynthia," he said, looking into her sunglasses, "I
was thinking, how about we drive our cars up onto that
dirt road up ahead."
The officer nodded, and Jim quickly started his engine
again. Trying not to act too eager (there might be other
cops around!) he drove nonchalantly up the side of the
highway until he reached the unused turn-off for an old
state road. Then, with Cynthia right behind, he pulled
off and drove just behind a hill to block the view of
other drivers.
Oddly, though, the officer did not leave her car until
Jim walked up to her and told her to do so. Gently, he
guided her to her feet, then let her rest against the
side of her cruiser.
"Why don't we take these off," he said, slipping off her
shades and revealing a surprisingly pretty pair of blue
eyes. "And your top, too."
Obediently, the officer unbuttoned her top and the sight
of her bulletproof vest momentarily startled Jim. She
took that off as well, however, revealing an ample bosom
in her sports bra. Her expression did not change...
passive ambivalence...but he hardly cared as he helped
her release her bra and spring free a pair of beautiful
breasts, easily a cup-size larger than Dr. Graham's.
"Mrm," she moaned, when he leaned forward to suck first
her left nipple, then gently bite and suck her right.
"I'm glad you're still with us," Jim said. "You got a
boyfriend?
"Yes. I was...going to see him later."
"A hot date?" he asked, cupping and stroking her
breasts.
"Yes. I was...supposed to see him at seven."
"Seven? It's almost seven already."
"I brought my clothes to change."
"No kidding. Let's have a look."
Sure enough, in the trunk of her cruiser--alongside road
flares and other paraphernalia--Cynthia had placed her
outfit in a plastic bag, comprising a short black dress
and a pair of high-heeled sandals.
"I bet you'd look hot in these," Jim said, pulling out
the sandals and closing the trunk. "Here, put these on."
Cynthia--still wearing her uniform trousers--did as
ordered, pulling off her shoes and socks and slipping on
the spike-heeled sandals. Jim's boner--already getting
stiff--then sprung fully to life as he saw her lift each
foot onto her fender to buckle the straps around her
ankles, meanwhile balancing precariously on the other
foot. She had nice feet, with just the slightest
wrinkles at her heels, and it was kind of kinky to see
just her toes poking out from the bottom of her trousers
when she stood up. That she was still wearing a .45
caliber pistol, a nightstick and handcuffs just added to
the racy excitement and danger.
"Damn, you're hot," he said, pulling down his pants and
flipping out his cock; "we've got to fuck."
"Okay," Cynthia said.
"Here, let's pull these down," he said, helping her
unbuckle her belt and loosen her trousers. Those--
together with her panties-- fell down around her knees,
and he quickly spun her around so her hands were resting
on the trunk. Stroking his cock with one hand, he then
began to rub her pussy with the other, and was pleased
by the wetness he soon churned up. There on the old
road, with no one around, the only sounds were crickets,
the distant traffic, and the squishing-slurping sound of
his fingers in her pussy. Glancing down at her cunt, her
shapely ass, and her toes peeking out from the cuff of
her trousers, he was soon drooling strings of pre-cum,
but paused a moment to kneel between her legs and press
his mouth into her snatch.
"Mrmph..." Cynthia groaned, feeling Jim suck at her
clitoris and stab his tongue into her hole, slurping her
juices, "...yes. Oh, God, yes...!"
"Are you coming?" Jim asked, backing off.
"Oh, fuck...!" Cynthia answered, suddenly stroking
herself with one hand while she supported her weight
with the other. Urgently, feverishly, she rubbed her
slippery flesh until a shudder ran through her hips, and
a sudden gush of lubricant erupted from her hole. "Fuck,
I'm coming...!"
If Jim was hard before, he was positively solid now.
Giving her a moment to recover, he stood up again, then
smoothly slid his penis into the clutching grasp of
Officer Higgenbotham's pussy.
Obligingly, she let him sink in all the way up to his
balls with his first stroke, splitting open her muscular
pussy, then clenched her cunt-muscles reflexively. For
Jim--up to his nuts in the tightest, wettest pussy he
had ever felt--it was pure heaven, and he started to
fuck her, deep and fast.
Amazingly, Cynthia kept up with him--clenching her pussy
with every driving thrust, and literally milking his
cock. That just made him fuck her harder, though,
driving her up onto the trunk of her cruiser with her
knees on the fender. Fucking her deep and hard, he soon
felt the cruiser bouncing on its shocks and reached up
to cup her breasts; she moaned, still milking his
fucking penis with her muscles, and Jim's mind reeled--
this was hardly the same ice queen who'd pulled him
over!
"God, you're so tight," Jim grunted, squeezing and
kneading her breasts, "you fuck your boyfriend a lot?"
"No--unph!--he's usually out of town..."
"Poor girl," he thought, slapping his hips into her
buttocks and feeling the cum start to boil in his balls.
"You on the pill?"
"What...? No..."
"Well, Jesus, I thought you were going on a date."
"I use a diaphragm."
"You got it with you?"
"Un-huh...!"
For a moment, Jim thought about pulling out and letting
her protect herself. As he slowed, however, Cynthia
continued to squeeze and suck at his throbbing
penetrator, and he realized that that was not going to
happen.
"I'm sorry, Cynthia," he said, resuming his thrusting;
"I think I'm gonna come in you..."
"What...? No--!"
Suddenly, Jim felt the officer wrap her sandal-shoed
feet around the backs of his knees, and he felt a sudden
spike of pleasure as her spike heels grazed the backs of
his thighs. Letting go of her breasts, he reached down
with one hand to touch her right foot, and the sensation
on his fingertips--soft flesh and tightly stretched
leather--finally sent him over the edge.
"Oh, goddamn...!" he grunted, suddenly grasping her hips
again and ramming his cock in as deep as it would go. He
came hard, suddenly pressing his cockhead up against her
cervix and sending a flood of semen splashing into her
vagina.
"No...!" Cynthia moaned, digging her feet into the backs
of his knees, "no, God, please don't come in me...!"
But it was too late for that; refreshed by its break
since his last fuck, his penis twitched and pulsed in
the grip of her pussy muscles, squirting load after load
of his sperm into her belly. Despite herself, she was
actually milking the sperm from his balls, and her
pleading cries just made him push harder--straining to
empty every last drop inside her.
Finally, then, he was spent, and he laid forward against
her sweaty, muscular back.
"I'm sorry," he said, still deep inside her. "It's just,
you're so hot..."
"Can I put my feet down?" Cynthia asked.
"Oh, sure," Jim said, easing the officer--still impaled
on his cock--back off the trunk and onto her feet. The
sperm in her hole was oozing out now, onto his balls,
and he nuzzled her neck affectionately, keeping his
hard-on stiff with the odd glance down at her sexy feet,
propped up high on her spike heels with the toes pushing
forward against the restraint of her sandal straps.
Still holding her, it was to his misfortune that he
didn't keep his eyes on her feet; a moment later, the
officer startled him by stepping slightly to one side in
his grasp--popping his penis from her cum-slick hole--
and hooking her left knee around the back of his right.
Then she knelt down, and Jim was startled to feel
himself thrown off balance--falling onto his back and
smacking his head on the pavement.
"Fuck...!"
Cynthia fell too, of course, but she caught herself with
her hands and quickly stumbled to her feet, pulling her
trousers back up. Then, as Jim lay stunned below her,
she unsheathed her gun with one hand and rolled him onto
his face with the other.
"Ow...fuck!"
Still dazed, Jim was only vaguely aware of what was
happening, but he was aware enough to know that the
officer had pulled his hands behind his back and
handcuffed him.
"Goddamn pervert," Cynthia muttered, staggering
awkwardly backward in her high heels. "What the hell did
you do to me?"
Jim simply groaned, however, oblivious to anything
except the pain in the back of his head.
Evidently, the control didn't last forever.
Part 2
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Somewhat later, after getting stitches for the gash in
his head, Jim Walker was escorted (by two male deputies)
to the county jail.
His parents were shocked, and startled him by hanging up
on his one phone call. Thus, the confused young man
would have to rely on a lawyer from the Public
Defender's office when he was arraigned the next day at
the courthouse. Not much older than him, she was a lady
named Inderjit Kalee, who first met him in the
courtroom.
Presiding was a middle-aged woman with a stern
expression and the apt name of Amanda Gray--the latter
name matching the color of her short-cut hair--who
stated the charges: four counts of sexual assault.
Clearly, the women at the medical center had not
forgotten what had happened, like Jim had told them to.
"How do you plead?"
"Not guilty," Jim said half-heartedly, under his
defenders direction.
Unfortunately, given the mountain of evidence against
him-- including copious fluid samples--it was pretty
obvious to everyone he was guilty. Two weeks later,
Inderjit frankly admitted it might be better to change
his plea, but Jim was flustered by the fact that he knew
something had happened to him in Dr. Graham's office.
While it was true he had fucked Dr. Graham, her
assistants and Officer Higgenbotham, they were hardly
resisting after he took the drug Graham gave him. If
only he could get a sample of the drug from Dr.
Graham...
"I can ask," Inderjit said, "but she's not real happy;
haven't you heard--?"
"What?"
"Dr. Graham is pregnant. All four victims are, in fact."
Jim was startled, but adamant; when blood tests proved
his paternity, he was all the more determined to prove
his innocence in court.
Unfortunately for Jim, however, it would be the same
Judge Gray presiding, and she had no sympathy for
rapists. He felt her cold stare when he sat before the
bench, and averted his eyes from her as the first of the
jurors were selected. His friends and family, he noted,
were nowhere to be seen.
* * *
As the trial was set to last at least a week, Jim
returned to his cell, depressed.
The next morning, he went through the motions of
dressing himself; to avoid the appearance of guilt, he
was allowed to exchange his orange coveralls for a suit,
dress shirt and slacks, and he put them on
apathetically. But then, as he put his hands in his suit
pockets, he was startled to feel something peculiar.
Pulling it out, he saw a plastic bag containing no less
than six small pills...virtually identical to the ones
Graham had given him!
At first he was worried; although he hadn't heard anyone
come in, someone must have planted them--someone
entirely willing to use him in some diabolical scheme.
They could hardly be planted as evidence against him,
however, since they would only support his case!
"Like anything would help my case now," he mumbled.
Then he wondered if the pills were even real. They might
be placebos.
Maybe I could test them on Inderjit, he thought, aroused
by the notion. But no, that wouldn't be smart--even if
he could fuck her without the guards noticing, she would
certainly remember afterward.
But on the other hand, there was someone he would like
to try them out on...
Judge Gray.
* * *
Later that day, opening arguments began. It was all very
hard on Jim, who was painted as the worst kind of
bestial predator, but he bided his time until a break
occurred in the trial. Then, with an escort from the
burly female bailiff--sheriff's deputy Darla Hodge--he
relieved himself in a restroom up the hall and popped a
single pill into his mouth. Back in the courtroom--
knowing the effect would last about three hours--he then
made eye contact with the judge and whispered in her
direction. Amazingly, with other voices murmuring in the
chamber, she appeared to hear what he said, and he sat
back with a pleased expression.
It would not be until the next day, however, that Jim
would see the results of his handiwork. Surprising
witnesses assembled outside the courtroom, Judge Gray
walked up to her chambers wearing both her black
robes...and a pair of incredibly sexy, black, spike-
heeled sandals on her bare feet. Clicking on the marble
floor, they drew the attention of every man and woman,
but the judge didn't appear to notice or care.
Jim noticed, however, when he was called into the
courtroom with his attorney. Declaring a short recess,
the judge stepped away from the bench to talk with the
bailiff, and Jim felt a surge of blood in his cock when
he saw what she was wearing on her feet.
In fact, Judge Gray had rather pudgy feet, and her shoes
were clearly more than a little tight, the simple vamps
binding her toes while the crossover straps wrapped
around the backs of her heels, leaving her insteps
exposed. Well hard now, having already popped the second
of his pills, it was an effort for Jim not to touch his
penis as he watched her return to the bench.
"Will the defendant and council please approach the
bench," the judge said.
Jim and Inderjit did so, coming close enough to hear her
voice without the jury overhearing.
"Follow me to my chambers," she said, also motioning to
the bailiff. Inderjit was startled, giving Jim a curious
glance and shrugging, but followed the others into the
judge's office. Wood-paneled and heavy with the smell of
leather-bound law books, it was a world apart from the
courtroom.
"Mr. Walker..." Judge Gray said, inviting the defendant
and attorney to sit, then taking a heavily-padded seat
opposite them, "...you disgust me."
"Your Honor, please!" Inderjit exclaimed.
"No, it's all right," Jim said. "Why is that?"
"Do you realize all four of your victims are pregnant--
six weeks pregnant with your babies? And none of them
want to have an abortion?"
"What do you think, I tricked them somehow?"
"I know you have some sort of power," the judge replied.
"But I want you to know that it has no effect on me."
"So," Jim said, "is that why you wore those fuck-me
sandals to court today?"
The judge looked at him curiously, then looked down at
her crossed legs. She appeared both startled and
confused.
"What...did you do to me?"
"I just made a few suggestions yesterday. Bailiff, lock
the door, will you?"
Deputy Hodge moved to do so.
"What the hell is going on?" Inderjit demanded.
"Nothing you should worry about," Jim said, patting his
attorney on her knee. "Be a good girl, though, strip off
your clothes and play with yourself on the judge's
desk."
"Okay..." the attorney said, rising to stand and strip
off her blouse.
"And you, too," Jim said to the bailiff, moving to stand
up. Darla Hodge nodded, beginning to strip.
"Leave on those shoes, though," Jim added to Inderjt,
noting her sling-back pumps. "Those are good."
Judge Gray, in the meantime, was looking up at Jim with
a mixture of awe and horror--her feet now planted flat
on the ground--as he walked up to her and flipped out
his penis. Rock-hard and throbbing, he was drooling a
healthy string of pre-cum as he looked down at her.
"Suck it," he said.
"No..."
"Suck it, now," he repeated, and this time the command
took hold. Reluctantly, the judge took the wicked weapon
in her hand, then inched forward on her seat until she
was close enough to slip the cockhead into her mouth.
She moaned a little, clearly hesitant to proceed, but
Jim put his hands on either side of her head and soon he
could feel her relenting, cradling the tender underside
of his cock with her tongue and moving her lips back and
forth on his shaft.
"Oh, fuck..." Jim said, peeling off his coat and shirt,
and letting his trousers drop; "you're going to make me
come..."
The judge simply continued her sucking, however, making
wet, sloppy noises as her saliva lubricated their
connection. If only he had a videocamera, he thought,
looking down at the face of the bitch-queen. Oh well...
Not surprisingly--with days of scheming behind him--Jim
soon felt himself coming. Holding her head, he fucked
his penis deeper into her mouth--making her squint and
grunt in surprise--then came like a fire hose, sending
rope after rope of creamy-hot sperm splashing into her
throat. It filled her up quickly, bathing her tongue and
tickling her taste buds with its saltiness.
"Now swallow," he said, pulling back, "there's a good
girl."
It was hard to read her expression--somewhere between
obedience and hate--but she did as commanded, gulping
down the slippery knot of semen in her mouth. As it was
sticky, however, she didn't get it all down at first,
and she was forced to gasp--drawing a sucking breath--
before she could gulp down the rest.
"Now let's have a look at that pussy," he said. "Stand
up and strip--except for your shoes."
"They're kind of uncomfortable," Gray admitted, pushing
herself upright and tottering on her heels.
"I'll bet," Jim said, happy to feel his hardness
returning as he stroked his cock. "They look two sizes
too small."
"I wore them on my honeymoon," she replied, slowing
unfastening her robe to let it fall, then dropping off
her blouse and skirt.
"How long ago was that?"
"25 years."
Well, that would explain that, Jim thought. Still, she
wasn't completely unattractive; finally peeling off her
bra and panties, she revealed a body that was pudgy and
thick, but still wide in the hips and complimented by a
nice pair of very full, heavy-hanging breasts. Between
those and her chunky legs, tapering to her ankles and
her painfully constricted feet, she was more than sexy
enough to put the spring back in his cock.
"Now sit back down," he said, moving between her legs as
she did so, and exploring both the puffy-pink labia
between her thighs and a surprisingly large clitoris.
She was a little wet already, but she became even more
so with the rubbing of his fingers, and she groaned a
little when he slipped first two, then three and four
fingers into her tight little hole. Her pussy tightened
reflexively, contracting around his fingers as he gently
massaged her creamy vagina, and he finally decided to
taste her, lowering his mouth between her legs.
"Oh, yes..." the judge groaned, feeling Jim suck at her
pulsing clitoris, and nibble playfully at her cunt lips.
Between that, and his tongue fucking of her cunt, she
was soon beginning to come despite herself.
"Oh, fucking A...! Oh, you're fuckin' making me
come...!"
It figured she would have such a nasty mouth, but he
kept on sucking until he was rewarded with a sweet flow
of fresh and juicy cream.
"I bet your husband doesn't do that much."
"No, he doesn't."
Jim smiled, glancing over at Inderjit and Hodge. Fully
naked, they were now rolling around together on top of
the judge's desk-- knocking her reading lamp off in the
process--and Jim couldn't help but stroke himself as he
saw his attorney sucking on the big bailiff's pendulous
breasts. Now, it was time to fuck the judge.
"How about you?" he said, guiding his drooling cock-
helmet into the mouth of her pussy, then sliding in deep
with a single lunging thrust. "You have any birth
control?"
The judge gasped, feeling his penis split her open, and
contracted her muscles around the shaft. With his balls
on her ass, he was touching her womb now...her most
private place.
"No, my...husband uses rubbers."
"Oh, that's too bad..." Jim said--pulling back slightly,
then ramming a second, hard thrust into her belly;
"...cause I don't think I'm gonna pull out."
"Oh, God, no..." Gray pleaded, grasping his forearms
even as he began to fuck her; "please don't come in
me...!"
"Oh, come on," Jim said, watching her breasts roll back
and forth on her chest with every lunging thrust, "when
was your last period?"
"Two weeks ago..."
"Figures," Jim muttered. It was then that his gaze fell
upon a full-length dressing mirror off to the right, and
he realized it was giving a very nice side-angle view of
their coupling. From a distance, the poor judge looked
like a helpless, over-sexed old cow, grunting and
gasping as Jim fucked her. And the tightness of her
sandals was obvious, too--he could see her chubby toes
pressing forward against their vamps, and the black
leather straps digging deeply into the flesh of her
feet.
"God, you're fucking sexy," he huffed, increasing the
rate of his humping and delighting in the slapping-
slurping sounds of their fucking. "How old are you,
anyway?"
"Unph...! 45..."
"Any kids?"
"Two--unph!--21 and 22..."
Deep inside, he could feel her muscles starting to
twitch and contract; she was coming.
"Well, I'm sorry," Jim said, feeling the cum start to
rise in his balls, "but I am gonna squirt in you."
"No...!" Gray pleaded, whereupon--suddenly--she shook
with the trembling force of her climax. "Oh, fuck...!
I'm coming...!"
Which was just about all Jim could take. Stabbing his
penis into the judge's belly, he felt her muscles go
into spasm--clutching and squeezing him--and suddenly
pressed in up to his balls inside her. It may have been
his biggest climax yet--great gushing floods of semen
erupted from his cock, soaking her trembling hole--and
she looked up at him with a helpless, stunned
expression. Inside her belly, meanwhile, his penis
continued to pump and squirt, plastering her womb with
jet after jet of his thick, creamy seed.
"Oh, you fucker," she gasped; "why did you do this to
me?"
Jim answered with another flurry of deep, slapping
thrusts--making her gasp with surprise and contract her
vagina. He was still spurting, and he strained to
squeeze out all that he could inside her.
"Because I'm not guilty," he said--pausing to bend down
and suck on first her left nipple, then her right. "I
did fuck those women--and yes, I guess I got them
pregnant--but it was Dr. Graham who used me. She gave me
a pill that made women do anything I wanted--like you."
"You're crazy," Gray said, and Jim answered that with
another round of fucking. Pushed back on her chair, she
wrapped her legs around his back and he pushed in
especially deep when he felt her heels on his back--so
deep he could feel her cervix rolling around his
cockhead.
"That's enough for now," Jim said finally. Pulling back
and pulling out, he was startled to see how much sperm
was now oozing from her hole; slumped down in the chair
with her legs now up on the padded arms, she was
probably not doing herself a favor if she didn't want to
get pregnant, but Jim couldn't care less about that.
Focused on his own pleasure, he grasped her left foot to
wipe his cock off--rubbing his sperm into the flesh on
both sides of her tightly-bound foot, but concentrating
on the soft, slightly wrinkled flesh of her instep. Then
he moved to her other foot and sucked her toes;
surprised, she arched her toes as much as she could in
their vamps, and he slipped his tongue underneath and
between them, licking and sucking.
"Just stay like that," he said finally, leaving her
slumped in the chair with her feet in the air. "You'll
have a baby in no time."
"You bastard," she muttered, rubbing herself idly, and
squeezing out a little of the sperm from her pussy.
"Yeah, I guess," Jim said, standing upright and turning
his attention to the others.
* * *
Aware the jury and other people in the courtroom were
still waiting outside, Jim was reluctant to spend too
much time in the judge's chambers. Watching his sexy
young attorney and the chubby deputy frig each other's
pussies, however, was more than he could take. He
ordered them to bend over the judge's desk, with their
asses toward him, and promptly stuffed his throbbing
boner up little Inderjit's pussy.
"Ohhh...! Fuck...!"
Jim was startled; her pussy was tight--almost like a
little girl's--and he wondered if she'd even had sex
before. Forcing his cock up inside her was actually a
bit of an effort, and she squealed as he broke her open,
ramming his cock up to his balls inside her.
"Goddamn, you're tight...are you a virgin?"
"Well...technically..."
Despite himself, Jim pumped another thrust deep inside
her--then a rapid flurry of slamming, nut-slapping
penetrations.
"Oh, fuck...! Please...!"
"Listen," Jim said, putting his hands around her chest
to cup her little breasts, "I'm going to come here,
soon..."
"Oh, Jim, no...! Please don't come in me...!"
"Too late," Jim said, feeling the cum once again rise to
boiling in his balls--and slamming his penis in as deep
as it would go. He did feel a little bad for Inderjit--
even as he squirted his sperm into her belly, coating
her pussy with gush after gush of his seed; she had
represented him, after all, and he would have liked to
make her come too.
"Ms. Kalee," he said, pressing his cockhead into her
womb, and his balls into her pussy lips, "I just want
you to know how much I appreciate what you've done."
Inderjit moaned, unable to speak.
"Thank you."
Then Jim pulled out of her, and slipped his still-hard
penis into Deputy Hodge. Unlike Inderjit, Hodge had a
well-used pussy--soft and wet, with just enough
tightness to grip his shaft--and he took a special
delight in slamming his first thrust deep inside her,
pushing her onto the desk on her tip-toes.
"Oh, you're a chubby thing, aren't you," Jim said,
grasping her hips as he started his fucking; "married?"
"Yes."
"Kids?"
"No."
"Well, maybe we can fix that; birth control?"
"Unghhph...oh!...Diaphragm--!"
Incredible, Jim thought. Still, with his cock plenty
stiff again, he wasn't inclined to be merciful. Slamming
his hips into her fleshy buttocks, making them shake
with every driving thrust, he fucked her fast and deep,
happily hearing the SMACK-SMACK-SMACK of his cock in her
pussy.
"Oh, God, you're making me come...!" Darla huffed.
And sure enough, Jim could feel it; the huge girl was
shuddering with pleasure even as he slam-fucked her, and
her pussy began to twitch and clench around the shaft
invading it.
"Oh, fuckkk...!" Jim groaned, reaching around her to
heft and squeeze her breasts, then ram his penis home
and squirt his fourth load of the day inside her pussy.
Whether she wanted to or not, the bailiff was milking
his penis with her inside muscles, and Jim strained to
drive his spurting penis deep inside her pudgy
body...filling her tummy with pulsing jets of cum.
"You know, you'll never get away with this," Darla
gasped.
"Maybe not..." Jim said, answering her smart remark with
another deep thrust that knocked the wind out of her.
"Oof!"
"...but let's give it a shot."
Jim then pulled out of the portly deputy, letting his
sperm belch from her hole and dribble down the backs of
her thighs. Arousing as that was, watching his sperm
roll down her legs toward her cute, pudgy feet--still
pitched up on tip-toes--he knew it was time to go, and
turned toward the hateful stare of Judge Gray.
"Judge, how do we get out of here without attracting
attention?"
"You don't, dumbass--it's a courthouse."
Jim smiled.
"Where's your car?"
"In the garage?"
"Out that door?"
"Yes."
"Is it guarded, that way?"
"No," Gray said, "but you can't leave the garage without
the deputies knowing it."
"So I'll hide in the back seat," Jim said.
"Jim," Inderjit said--startling him--"what about us? The
bailiff might call for help."
Jim was amazed; although she was 'controlled', Inderjit
was still his defender.
"Good point," Jim said, finding Hodge's sidearm. "Both
of you, get in that closet."
Hodge and Inderjit complied, and Jim wedged a chair
under the door handle.
"Not that I'll shoot you," he said, turning to Gray,
"but just remember I've got this. Now put your clothes
on, and let's go."
* * *
Knowing he was the pawn of some unknown force, Jim
realized he was being fatalistic--even as he followed
Judge Gray down the hallway to the courthouse garage.
With the clicking of her high heels echoing off the
walls, they were hardly subtle, and it wouldn't take
much to bring a dozen armed deputies there in a matter
of seconds.
Yet, amazingly, the plan worked. Judge Gray hid him in
her back seat, then drove the car out of the garage and-
-some minutes later--pulled into the garage of her own
house. There, finally, she and Jim stepped out of the
car.
"I wonder if they followed us," Jim said.
"How would I know?" Gray asked, shifting her weight in
her sandals.
"Do you think we were followed?" Jim asked her,
pointedly.
"No."
"What about your house? Anybody home?"
"No."
"Turn around then," he said, unzipping his trousers,
"and bend over."
"Not again..." Gray said, turning and bending over the
trunk of her own car.
Jim flipped out his penis--which he shook until stiff,
looking down at the backs of her calves and her bare
heels, slightly wrinkled and pitched up high on her
heels--then flipped up her skirt to expose her pussy.
"I just want you to know..." Jim said, guiding his
cockhead up between her labia, then ramming it home with
a single thrust, "...how much I appreciate your help."
Gray grunted, clutching his deeply-stabbing cock with
her cunt-muscles. There was nothing subtle about this
time--soon, Jim was fucking her hard, fast and deep.
"You--"
SMACK!
"--goddamn--"
SMACK!
"--bastard--!"
SMACK!
"Ohhh...fuck...!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Why don't you just kill me?" Gray cried, digging her
fingernails into the sides of the trunk even as Jim
fucked her; "why don't you just...unph!...fucking shoot
me in the head--!"
"Because," Jim spat, fucking her suddenly faster and
deeper, "I'm not evil!"
Whereupon, he suddenly erupted inside her, punching his
cockhead into the mouth of her womb and squirting his
juices directly into her cervix. Another savage thrust--
and another, and another-- forced out a second flood of
sperm, then a third, and a fourth, and he kept on
grinding her even as his thrusting lifted her feet off
the soles of her sandals.
Before he was quite done, however, he pulled out, spun
her around and pulled her mouth onto his still-spurting
cock.
"Suck it!" he ordered.
Crying now, Gray did so, closing her mouth on his
cockhead and sucking at the shaft with her lips and
tongue. Still more sperm squirted into her mouth, and
Jim grasped her head to fuck it with his cock.
"No teeth...!" he warned, feeling her incisors grazing
his shaft. Clearly angry--with tears rolling down her
face--she nevertheless complied, using her lips and
tongue to suck out the last of his seed.
"Enough," Jim said, pulling his cock back out, and
letting Gray fall backward against the trunk. With one
of her feet now twisted free of its heel strap, she then
slipped and fell awkwardly to the floor.
"I'll need money," he said, "and your car. You'll be
kind enough to wait until dark before you report it
stolen."
Gray just cried, not daring to look at him.
"Didn't you hear me?"
Inside, however, Jim could tell the control effect was
fading; all that was holding Gray there now was fear and
exhaustion.
"Fine," he muttered, taking another pill and putting it
in his mouth. "You're coming with me. I'll let you go
later."
* * *
Epilogue
Although a full-scale manhunt was soon in effect, Jim
Walker was not located until 10 months later. Across the
border in Canada, he was killed when his stolen pickup
truck swerved to avoid a logging truck, and rolled down
a mountainside.
On his body, authorities found two items of note--a
small bag containing a single white pill, and the
following tabloid newspaper clipping:
FUGITIVE STUD FATHERS TWELVE BABIES
Following up on a story first reported six months ago,
our reporter has verified that attorney Inderjit Kalee
(28) has just given birth to a son fathered by former
Central University art student--and notorious fugitive--
James Walker (23), making her the last of seven women to
give birth following his local sex spree.
The other mothers include Highway Patrol officer Cynthia
Higgenbotham (30), who gave birth to triplets one month
ago; Dr. Sandra Graham (36), who gave birth to twins;
and university students Jamie Bourbon and Dawn Roberts
(both 19), who gave birth to a son and a daughter
respectively. After being jailed for raping these women,
Mr. Walker then impregnated his lawyer, Ms. Kalee, trial
judge Amanda Gray (46), and sheriff's deputy Darla Hodge
(32), giving each of the latter two women twins born
approximately one week ago.
Curiously, despite the confirmation of key details in
this story, few of the larger news services have covered
it, leading us to conclude that James Walker may indeed
have been the pawn of a sinister conspiracy. Prior to
his trial (which was interrupted by his escape with
Judge Gray, who was later released), Mr. Walker implied
that Dr. Graham was the true guilty party, having
slipped him a mind control agent during medical trials
for a new drug.
When our reporter interviewed Dr. Graham two months ago,
however, she was dismissive. Still working at the
Central University Medical Center despite the son and
daughter bulging in her belly, Dr. Graham indicated that
she had given Mr. Walker placebo sugar pills as part of
a routine drug experiment, and nothing more.
Harder to reach was Amanda Gray, who lost her position
as a trial judge after the fiasco in her courtroom, and
was subsequently divorced by her husband of 26 years.
When our reporter finally caught up with her, Ms. Gray
was working by herself as a file clerk in a county
warehouse, and hugely pregnant with twin sons due within
a week. It was perhaps understandable, then, that she
was reluctant to speak with us at first, although she
did seek to set the record straight on the matter of her
cooperation with Walker.
"Look, I did not 'let' Mr. Walker go. He forced me."
Was it not true, however, that Mr. Walker did not have a
weapon with him when he made love to her in her chamber?
"Mr. Walker did not 'make love' to me; he raped me. I
don't know how he made me cooperate."
Was it possible that he had some extraordinary power of
mind control?
"He's a monster, that's all I know. He's a monster, and
now I've got two of his little brats in my stomach."
In fact, our reporter indicated that the former judge
was most uncomfortable during the interview, perhaps
because her unborn children were kicking her constantly.
Both babies were subsequently given up for adoption.
Yet Ms. Gray and Officer Higgenbotham--who cited her
inability to raise three babies by herself--were the
only mothers who decided not to keep their children.
That the other five did so, and that they were all
impregnated in the first place, despite their normally
varying cycles, offer further evidence that the 'control
effect' of Mr. Walker may have extended beyond simple
mind control or hypnosis. We can only wonder, then, what
government agency, pharmaceutical concern or private
interest may have arranged for the hapless college art
student to stumble across a drug with the power to cause
such havoc.
The single pill still in Jim Walker's possession was
subsequently analyzed in a Canadian crime lab. It was
found to be a simple sugar pill.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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