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This is a work of fiction any similarities between the 
characters, events, or locations in this story and 
actual locations, events, or people are purely 
coincidental. (c) 2005 Warlord
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Absolute Power
by WarLord (warlordwrites@yahoo.com)

***

Billy is given great power and as he is tested he 
confronts other men of power. (FFm, inc, bi, mc, bd, 
orgy)

***

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts 
absolutely." Lord Acton

"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac." Henry Kissinger

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to 
test a man's character, give him power." Abraham 
Lincoln 


Chapter 1


My name is William 'Billy' Hadley. Gwen, my mom, says 
these are the best years of my life. NOT! 

I ended my sophomore year at Lake County Consolidated 
High School (LCCHS), home of the Eagles, the same loner 
loser I was when it started. 

I guess I'm a genius. I hope so. It'd be a shame to be 
this screwed up and have nothing to show for it. Gwen 
says I take after my dad. I wouldn't know. We've never 
met. 

Dad was playing on the wrong side of the tracks when he 
got an extremely young Gwen Hadley 'knocked up' with 
me. His family acted with haste to prevent scandal. 
There is no male name in the space marked 'father' on 
my birth certificate. 

Our pre- and postnatal medical care was first rate. 
Gwen found herself in a new town, living in a huge, 
paid-for house, located in an upscale suburb. Money is 
deposited in her checking account, and her platinum 
card is paid off monthly without fuss. Annually a 
rather hefty sum quietly arrives in my college trust 
fund account. We are certainly financially secure. 

Every year, a new, fully loaded, heavily customized 
Denali SUV shows up in the driveway for Gwen's use. 
Since I have my license I now get her one-year-old 
'hand-me-down' Denali and my own platinum card. What a 
concept! That all should help my situation, but it 
doesn't.

Gwen is still the looker she was back then. A long-
legged blonde, with high, firm breasts. Her blonde hair 
hangs down her back, over her tight butt. Gwen's 
prominent six-pack, and generally tight physique, are 
the result of working out four days a week at Gold's.

I love my mom, and I lust after her with that unfocused 
unrequited longing of a single only son. Of course I 
also lust after the ancient librarian at the branch 
library, the ankle that I caught a glimpse rounding the 
corner...you get the idea. I spend my time lusting and 
longing.

At home, I have my books and my computer. The scope of 
my lonesome longing lust is now the entire Internet. I 
spend the night skipping from one website to another - 
from one masturbatory fantasy to another. 

High School was supposed to help this situation. Lake 
County Consolidated High School was not a bad place. My 
schedule of advanced placement and college prep classes 
was not taxing for me. 

My cousins, Brianna and Hannah, were far above me in 
LCCHS status, as the captain of the senior and JV 
cheerleaders respectively. They tried to help me fit 
in. Brianna assisted my becoming 'sports tutor.'

My greatest success in peer acceptance was as the lab 
and study partner to some of the LCCHS sports stars. 
Their continued sports accomplishment was in part due 
to my tutoring ability maintaining their minimum GPA 
and eligibility. My unselfish lessons undoubtedly 
spared me the beating reserved for the uncoordinated 
nerd boy. 

Now it was summer. I spent the first weeks after school 
ended lounging by our pool, watching Gwen, Brianna, 
Hannah and their mom, Grace, swimming and tanning in 
their tiny suits. Brianna and Hannah often brought 
their cheerleader and dance line partners to swim, 
exercise, and tan in their even more miniscule suits.

They were all pleasant to me, even laughing at my jokes 
without any condescension. I knew they were just being 
polite for my cousins. 

*****

I was on my way to my new summer job. I was to be a 
summer intern at Mega Chem Labs (MCL) research 
facility. I really wasn't eligible for one of these 
slots. They were supposed to be for juniors and 
seniors. My chemistry teacher sent a strong 
recommendation letter, causing MCL to reach down to 
select me. 

I parked my dark blue Denali in the MCL employee lot, 
hanging the parking tag they sent me from the rear view 
mirror. Walking in the main entrance I met Carol 
Bonner, Vice President of Human Resources She pointed 
me to the conference room where a dozen high school and 
college students were waiting to begin their 
internships. 

I knew some of them slightly from LCCHS, so I felt a 
bit less uncomfortable. Carol was with us before long, 
handing out information packets and giving us a fairly 
detailed orientation. During the question and answer 
period, the security guard led us each out for our 
badge photo and thumbprint. 

Right after that, Carol began matching us with our 
jobs. She brought in a group of MCL employees. As she 
called our names one by one the appropriate person 
would step out of the MCL group to escort the intern to 
their summer posting. 

In short order, there were no more MCL group, and I was 
the last intern in an empty room with Ms. Bonner. 

Carol flipped open a file folder as she sat down across 
from me, saying, "Billy. Can I call you Billy? Your 
teachers speak very well of you. They use words like 
maturity and ability to work well with others. How do 
you feel about your ability to work with others?"

Something odd was going on. I decided not to give a 
canned answer as I asked, "Can I call you Carol?"

She smiled and nodded as I continued, "Carol, I think I 
do OK. It depends of course."

Carol asked the obvious. "Depends?"

I replied, "Depends on what kind of attitude or 
behavior I'm expected to work with?"

Carol laughed as she said, "Fair enough. I need someone 
to work with MCL's resident genius, and I do not use 
that word lightly. I mean capital-G Genius. Otto 
Kressinger holds more patents for MCL than all our 
other chemists combined. "

She now looked at me carefully as she continued, "Otto 
can be 'difficult' and quite unforgiving of stupidity. 
He made application for an intern. For obvious reasons 
I'd like to fulfill his request. Looking over the 
qualifications, you are the only person with anything 
approaching the proper credentials to hope to make the 
Kressinger cut."

*******

I met Otto Kressinger. Otto spoke with a thick German 
accent. I was 'V-illy' of course. He was old, moving 
with a shuffling gait. His brain was not dimmed by his 
age. 

In my first meeting with Otto, he led me through his 
lab, pointing at apparatus, asking me if I knew how to 
use it. I was honest. I told him which ones I was 
comfortable with, those I had used once or twice and 
those that I had never seen before. 

It was the right tack. Soon I was far more involved in 
Otto's experiments than any intern could ever have 
thought of being. He carefully taught me to use every 
piece of experimental equipment and every device in his 
extensive lab. 

Otto's lab was an entire detached wing of the MCL 
complex. It had an outside entrance, right next to the 
parking area. One controlled-access entry connected it 
to the slightly larger MCL offices. 

Carol was absolutely correct - Otto was a genius, with 
the pure clarity of intellect that allowed him to 
explain things to my understanding and then again for 
his secretary, Jennifer Carter. 

Jennifer was his blonde goddess of a secretary. A 
perfect Nordic princess, with pale skin and platinum 
blonde hair, Jennifer had breasts just verging on being 
too big! She looked like the blonde on the label of St. 
Pauli Girl Beer. Otto called her 'Angel'.

Every day at noon, Otto and Jennifer left together for 
lunch, returning about three or three thirty. She 
inevitably came back flushed with her hair mussed. Otto 
always smelled of schnapps and called me 'Mein Fürher,' 
while Jennifer giggled in the background. 

Didn't matter -- by four Otto hit his stride and we 
would usually work until midnight. 

Some nights, if the experiments required, I would stay 
with Otto and Angel all night, taking readings or 
whatever was necessary. 

When Otto and his Angel left at noon each day, I would 
head for the employee cafeteria, take a normal lunch, 
then disappear back into the lab to read or surf the 
net. 

Otto explained that he had a dedicated T1 line for 
Internet access outside the company filters or human 
resources oversight. He told me to enjoy myself while 
he was enjoying himself. 

Today for lunch I was sitting in the cafeteria with 
Destiny Butler, a 'senior to be' at LCCHS. She was 
saying, "Billy, you just better watch your self around 
that cuckoo doctor. Diana Swane, the Vice President 
taking over this division, arrives today. She's rumored 
to be the MCL hatchet man. Everyone in the place 
figures Otto's lab will be her first stop. The old fool 
is on his way out. Just don't you end up going with 
him."

There was no point in trying to defend Otto. On the 
other hand, I never shared anything that happened 
inside his lab. 

I said, "Destiny, we have a week before school starts. 
These jobs go away anyway. Who gives a rats ass if some 
dyke bitch decides I get a week next to my pool instead 
of punching in here?"

Destiny giggled as she gently laid her hand on my arm, 
saying, "You just be careful. If you're lying next to 
the pool I want to be there with you. No fair starting 
early."

Destiny stood. Suddenly, she leaned down to give me a 
peck on the cheek. Turning quickly, she was off, with 
her high heels doing their 'click clack'. I stood up 
more slowly, wondering where that had come from. 

I sauntered back to the lab. No porno today. Otto had 
given me a modest experiment to supervise while he and 
Angel were at 'lunch.' 

I was on my stool writing my observations on my 
clipboard when Hurricane Swane blew into Otto's lab. 
Her first words were, "Who are you? What is all this 
crap? Where's Otto? Goddamn it, I asked you a question. 
Who the fuck are you anyway?"

I finished my notes, then turned. Diana Swane was an 
incredibly good-looking woman. Her legs were long and 
her tits were large. She dressed in a skirted suit, 
with a short tight skirt and thin spaghetti strap top 
under her jacket to emphasize her ample charms. She had 
short black hair, with her aviator sunglasses on top. 
Her high heels were just a bit too high and thin to be 
completely business appropriate. 

If rumors were true, I and every other man would get to 
look but not touch Ms. Diana 'I like girls' Swane. 

I put down my clipboard as I said, "I'm in the middle 
of a series of observations so I'm a bit distracted 
right now. And you are?"

I thought she was going to have apoplexy. She finally 
got her jaw unclenched enough to introduce herself. I 
pulled off my right latex glove sticking out my hand as 
I introduced myself. 

Diana shook hands as she repeated her inquiry, "Where 
is that old fool Kressinger?"

I replied, "As I said, I've been engrossed in my 
project so I can only assume that he left for lunch 
after he had me start my observations."

She said, "Nice try, Hadley. I'll give you full points 
for loyalty. It's wasted, however. He's gone and so are 
you. Have him call my office as soon as he gets back. "

With that, Diana Swane turned on her heel. With a 
staccato rapping on the lab floor, she was gone.

I was oddly calm about all this. What I had told 
Destiny over lunch was only true. At best I had another 
week at MCL. I just felt bad that the teachers who 
recommended me would receive some ugly communication 
from Ms Swane. 

Otto and Angel rolled in about four. Otto had a 
shopping trip planned for Angel and me. This wasn't 
unusual either. Otto often had us pick up various 
supplies for his experiments instead of waiting for the 
regular MCL requisition process to deliver them. 

I explained about VP Diana Swane to Otto. I emphasized 
her 'soon as he gets back' for him. He airily dismissed 
us to our shopping trip. 

I helped Jennifer button her blouse as I loaded her 
into Otto's Mercedes Benz SL600. This was his MCL 
company ride! We had a long involved shopping list 
today. It was after six before we were back at the lab. 

Jennifer unlocked the lab door for me. She held the 
door open as I carried the bags of supplies in, setting 
them next to the door. It took several trips before I 
locked the 600, carrying the last bag inside. 

Jennifer disappeared into the lab as I locked the 
outside door. I turned, to find a suit jacket, 
spaghetti strap top, and aviator sunglasses lined up on 
the end of a lab table. I had last seen all of them 
being worn by Diana Swane. 

*****

I walked further into the lab. Mixers and other 
apparatus were running, providing a background noise, 
which masked any sound. 

I turned the corner next to Otto's office, to confront 
a scene beyond even my Internet porno fueled 
imagination. 

Otto was standing leaning back against his lab bench. 
He was naked except for his unbuttoned white lab coat. 
Diana Swane, naked to the waist was kneeling between 
his legs, sucking his cock, while stoking it with her 
left hand, and massaging his balls with her right. Otto 
had one hand on Diana's head, and the other tangled in 
nude Jennifer's hair, as she knelt next to Diana. 
Jennifer had a hand on the back of Diana's head, and 
the other on Otto's butt, urging Diana to deeper 
swallows of Otto's rampant cock.

Otto saw me, giving me a big smile as he pulled his 
cock out of Diana's mouth. He stroked it until he shot 
cum all over her face. Otto had a serious money shot! 
He rubbed his cream on her face with the head of his 
dick while continuing to hold her unresisting head.

Diana settled back on her heels while his Jennifer 
Angel inhaled Otto's cock, cleaning it of his spending. 
He stopped Jennifer, having her settle back on her 
butt. Diana was still sitting with her hands demurely 
and incongruously in her lap. 

I was standing rooted with my mouth wide open. I'm sure 
my chin was on my chest!

Otto calmly walked over to me with his cock half 
engorged. He was silent. Otto waved his right hand in 
front of my face. I smelled almond. I was utterly 
insensible before I left my feet. 

*****

My eyes opened. I was groggy. My mouth felt dry and 
fuzzy. My vision cleared as my brain began operating 
again. 

I was sitting in Otto's office, in front of his desk. I 
realized my wrists were shackled to the arms of my 
chair. It dawned on me that I was naked to the waist. I 
looked up to see Otto, but it wasn't!

Otto laughed as he began speaking in quite good quality 
accent free English. "Hello, William. I'm sure you have 
many questions. Let me tell my story, then I will 
freely answer any question you have. We have plenty of 
time. You are nearly ready to receive my bequest."

I shook my head, trying to clear it, as I said, "You've 
changed."

Otto gave me a big smile as he replied, "This is my 
actual appearance. I don't need to play comic opera 
doddering German genius with you any longer Billy. You 
had ample provocation to gossip, yet you never did. 
Even when you knew that it meant your job you loyally 
tried to cover for me. This is why you are the 
recipient of my going-away present today. "

I looked at Otto as my eyes cleared. He looked about 
fifty, fit and athletic, with a full head of black 
hair. To say that I was confused would be a significant 
understatement. Otto continued, "I really am quite old 
and incalculably evil Billy. I graduated from college 
in Germany before World War Two. I was a medical 
doctor. My major was biochemistry. I met Dr. Joseph 
Mengele who took me with him when he went to Auschwitz 
Concentration Camp. Mengele was called the 'Angel of 
Death' for his experiments on camp inmates."

I was totally silent as I looked at Otto. My eyes must 
have been as big as headlights. Otto went on, "I, too, 
experimented on those unwilling inmates, Billy, without 
any compunction or conscience. There was no oversight. 
We could do as we wished, without consequence. We had 
absolute power in those camps. I learned by horrific 
trial and error how the human body absorbed medicines. 
Injection, muscle and venous, inhalation, pills. How 
best to deliver for quickest absorption and best 
utilization by a body. I killed inmates by the railcar-
full, as I learned my lessons."

Otto paused. He retrieved a water bottle, squirting it 
in my mouth, soothing my throat. The act was so at odds 
with his narrative I could not process it. Otto went 
on, "My goal was simple, and complex. The drug delivery 
was not the end but the means. I was designing and then 
refining my 'obedience drug.'"

Otto paused to give me more water before proceeding. 
"My experiments with those literally thousands of camp 
inmates meant that, by 1944, I had a working, 
injectable drug that crushed free will, conscience and 
social mores resulting in unquestioning robot-like 
compliance. Only by those many deaths did I succeed in 
synthesizing a working drug. I seriously doubt if a 
researcher without access to so many thousand 
expendable human subjects could replicate my success."

Now Otto retrieved an IV stand from his office closet. 
He hung a thousand milliliter bag of sterile saline 
water solution with tubing terminating in a butterfly 
intravenous needle. Otto taped my left hand and fingers 
to a small padded board immobilizing it. 

He efficiently used the butterfly to start an IV drip 
in the back of my left hand. When Otto opened the clamp 
on the bag, the cold water from the refrigerated bag 
chilled my hand. 

Otto moved a small table next to my chair. He stacked 
several handfuls of ten-milliliter syringes and their 
needles. Next he lined up unmarked ampoules. Then packs 
of alcohol swabs. I was unworried, merely curious. That 
should have been a warning right there!

Otto looked into my eyes as he continued his story. 
"Our leader, Hitler, was an idiot. We had jet planes 
before Pearl Harbor; in his infatuation with the war in 
Russia we did not use them until it was too late. We 
had a modern assault rifle design, yet went to war with 
the same bolt-action rifle he used in World War One."

Otto adjusted the flow from the IV bag as he began 
injecting the contents of one ampoule after another 
into the tubing flowing into the vein in the back of my 
left hand.

Otto looked at me carefully, gauging my reaction, as he 
continued. "I concluded my experiments. I cleaned up 
after myself -- killing anyone who might connect me to 
the camps. I used a mild version of my drug to attach 
myself to Von Braun's rocket team at Peenemunde. The 
end of that war was the beginning of the cold war with 
Russia. The cold war made allies of enemies."

Otto was back to his measuring and injecting. He gave 
me more water as he went on, "The United States had an 
immediate post war program called "Operation 
Paperclip." Any German with 'needed' skills was moved 
out of Germany into the US of A. Put to work defending 
against the Red Menace. Right at the end I was a rocket 
fuel chemist with Von Braun. I ended up working for 
Thiokol, formulating fuels for the Minuteman rocket and 
Mercury missions. As people lost interest in the war 
years I 'remembered' my biochemistry degree, moving to 
MCL. Using various versions of my obedience formula, I 
made my niche here."

Otto paused to check the flow from the IV bag. He 
looked over the IV site, pronouncing my veins 
'excellent' just before he proceeded with his story. 
"After more than sixty years of refinement, I have many 
versions of my drug with various potencies. Some last a 
day, others a month. The injectable drugs last the 
longest, one a year and the other forever. There is a 
powder to mix with food, drops to mix with drinks, 
pills, aerosol spray, and the shots."

He smiled happily as he continued his lecture. "The 
drug's effect has been refined with less robot-like 
response and more an imprinting, leaving the subject's 
personality and intellect. The end result is less about 
mere obedience and more respect, devotion and love, all 
leading to even stronger compliance. The subjects with 
the longer-term treatments are attuned to you, 
anticipating your wishes, focused on your happiness, 
comfort, and, of course, sexual pleasure."

Otto held up a four-inch-thick, three-ring binder 
crammed with pages. He began explaining in some detail 
the manufacture of each version of his 'obedience' 
drug. Then he dropped his bombshell on me. "You're 
probably wondering about the drugs flowing into your 
vein."

I giggled as I said, "It has crossed my mind, yes." 

Otto laughed in genuine amusement. "The drugs have 
several effects, including making you immune to mind 
altering or mind controlling drugs, improving your 
health, lengthening your lifespan, changing your brain 
function, sharpening your intellect, improving your 
sexual response, making you more appealing to women."

I queried, "Pheromones?" 

He answered, "Yes, but more importantly, the 
combination of drugs your body absorbs actually changes 
and improves brain function. For discussion purposes, 
consider it 'waking' areas of the brain that are 
dormant in everyone else. These higher brain functions 
actually project desirability, attraction and mating. 
Think of it as your brain broadcasting 'sex appeal.'"

This was ALL too weird, but I still nodded, smiling 
happily, as he continued, 'This brain function 
naturally enhances the obedience drug. The other thing 
enhancing the drug effect is propinquity."

I asked, "Pro- what?"

Otto laughed again. "Closeness. You will dominate your 
harem by your mere presence. Your harem of submissive 
women will affect each other, reinforcing your 
dominance and the drug effect, and will additionally 
influence other women who are not drugged -- just by 
being in your home or near your group, perhaps at the 
mall or in school."

I asked, "My harem?" 

Otto now looked serious as he replied, "I asked your 
fondest wish, who you crave. The yearning and hunger in 
your belly. You wrote names on that paper."

He pointed at a yellow legal pad on his desk.


*****

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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