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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 - 2 
by WarLord (warlordwrites@yahoo.com)

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The continuation of Absolute Power. (FFM, bi, exh, mc, 
bd, sci-fi)
 
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Chapter 2


Otto busied himself with more ampoules, injecting 
further drugs into my open vein. He continued his 
narrative. "It was long past time for me to move on to 
another identity. I had an exit strategy planned. Such 
a wonderful American phrase! I changed it slightly 
after you became my intern."

He regarded me calmly as he took up his story. "I knew 
Diana was coming today. She will fire me and I will 
disappear. Very short sighted of MCL, but it's the 
corporate world. So very much like the Reich at such 
times."

He smiled, continuing, "You are not aware of the fact 
that I added your name to the patents I applied for and 
the articles I wrote while you were with me."

He gestured to a stack of file folders. "I am leaving 
you a dozen patentable chemical compounds. Use these 
until your brain function improves enough that you can 
develop your own. These dozen compounds, with Diana's 
help, will allow you to maintain your occupancy of 
these labs. Your synthesis of the obedience drug will 
be much easier with these facilities at your disposal."

He administered more injections as he continued, "I 
took time today to visit Diana's new home. I met her 
rather submissive significant other, Bailey Weller. She 
and Diana are irrevocably bonded to you today, Billy."

That was finally enough of a bombshell to break through 
my drug induced fog. I started violently. Otto laughed 
at my response as he said, "I am afraid my precious 
angel would not long survive without my presence in her 
life. I have imprinted my Jennifer to you as well 
Billy. It is a grave responsibility I leave with you. 
None of these ladies will live on without your 
presence."

I shook my head as I protested, "You never asked..."

Otto smiled broadly as he replied, "Yes, I did. I asked 
you when you were in the throes of my drug -- when you 
MUST tell the truth. You were pleased and happy with my 
offer of mastery over these and the others. You, of 
course, have other women that you wish to dominate for 
your sexual pleasure. It will be my pleasure to aid you 
in this endeavor as part of my 'exit strategy'."

*****

I was sitting in the chair, with my arms still 
shackled. It slowly dawned on me that I was alone in 
Otto's office. I had no idea how much time had passed 
or where Otto was for that matter. I was becoming more 
lucid, coming out of my drugged confusion. 

The IV was no longer in my hand; the empty saline bag 
was still hanging from the IV stand. It must have run 
for a while. I flexed my hand, examining the red, puffy 
area of the IV site. 

Diana Swane entered the office. Incongruously, she was 
naked, wearing only her unbuttoned suit jacket. She 
looked at me calmly, and in the most normal of tones 
she said, "I let Doctor Kressinger go today. Luckily, 
you and Jennifer will be able to stay on at MCL to help 
me with his files and last experiments."

She continued with a big smile, "I can release you in a 
few minutes. The doctor gave me specific instructions, 
Billy. Please don't be angry with me. I promise this 
will be the last time I ever disappoint you. The doctor 
said that you would need time to recover from your 
treatment. You and Jennifer must accompany me home. You 
can rest there. I'll cover for you both here at MCL."

I was nonchalant in accepting her explanation. In my 
returning clarity, I correctly attributed my calm to 
Otto's drugs.  I asked, "Where's Jennifer?"

Diana replied, "The doctor gave us a list of files and 
other items you would likely need immediately. Jennifer 
is collecting them and putting them in the SL600. Then 
she is cleaning up the lab. By that time I should be 
able to release you."

She cringed at that reminder, staring at the floor. 
Suddenly she dropped to her hands and knees before she 
looked up saying, "Billy, I know that you must 
discipline me for my lack of obedience to you. I 
promise it will never happen again. Forgive me."

Diana pressed her face to my shoe top, repeating 
'forgive me' -- over and over. As an example of the 
power of Otto's obedience drug, Diana's abject behavior 
was a pretty stunning turn-around. 

*****

At about this same time a hemisphere away, in a massive 
cathedral built by the conquistadors in what is now 
that country's capitol city, the Archbishop is 
speaking. "A very successful test, Monsignor."

The Archbishop patted the lithe, naked women kneeling 
next to him, smiling down at her. Maria, he knew from 
her weekly confessions as a devout and chaste virgin, 
had just willingly given him that virginity. He had 
gleefully taken her every virginity! Her asshole was so 
tight it reminded...

Shaking his head, he asked, "Monsignor, how does this 
obedience machine work?"

The monsignor, having just received a blowjob from 
Maria's sister, was in a far better mood as he 
answered, "We discovered it among Michelangelo's secret 
coded journals in the deep recesses of Vatican library 
catacombs. The journals were long ago placed there to 
protect them, then forgotten."

The Archbishop looked around. In the sacristy of 
Cathedral, the orgy was dying down. The twenty-four 
pious, virtuous women invited to this special Latin 
ceremony had become wanton harlots and sluts, totally 
obedient to any request. 

The monsignor continued, "Michelangelo called them the 
"lenses of persuasion" -- small boxes with crystals, 
jewels and specially ground lens placed in a pattern 
forming the 'circle of enlightenment.' In addition he 
discovered hypnotic tonals and rhythms. Using that as a 
basis, he designed the words, music, and even organ 
chords needed for the proper resonance. The specially 
colored and patterned vestments are Michelangelo's as 
well. Our regular ceremonials with candles and incense 
deepen the suggestible effect. "

The Archbishop nodded as he absently played with 
Maria's tiny, almost nonexistent tits. Pulling on her 
nipples, he asked, "Why weren't we influenced?"

The monsignor smiled happily. "No one outside the 
circle is affected, while those inside have their free 
wills crushed as they focus their total, absolute 
obedience on the men wearing the brightly colored 
robes."

The Archbishop asked quietly, "And what shall we do 
with this new vast power we have discovered?"

The monsignor was suddenly animated as he spoke loudly. 
"America. The home of greed and wrongdoing must be 
reformed. Widespread sinning, disobedience to our 
teaching, unchecked homosexuality must be ended. We 
will stop it now."

His eyes bulging the monsignor repeated, "Unbridled 
rampant homosexuality."

Since the Archbishop could see two priests, members of 
the monsignor's construction team, engaging in an act 
that was pretty universally understood to be 
'homosexual,' he lost interest in the discussion. Well 
between that and Maria's tongue on his balls.

*****

I realized that my mind was sharper by the minute. 
Shaking my shoe in Diana's face, I said, "Diana, sit 
up, we need to talk." 

Dianna sat back on her heels, looking up expectantly as 
she said brightly, "Yes, Master."

I looked in her eyes as I said, "Diana, I need your 
brain. Tell me why Otto did this for me.'

She smiled happily. "Because he liked you, Master?"

I snapped at her, "God Damn it Diana, I told you to 
think. The man killed a million fucking people. He 
doesn't like anybody but himself."

She cringed, ducking her head. "I'm so sorry Master. 
I'll try to do better.'

She continued in a subdued tone, "Master, You may be a 
guinea pig, or trial subject. Otto may have left you as 
a decoy for some reason. Master, you may be a place 
holder with Otto setting up his eventual return by 
means of a new identity."

Diana looked up tentatively as I smiled. "Much better. 
More like that when I ask you to think."

Her smile broadened with my praise. She sat back on her 
heels, with her hands on her lap, waiting patiently. I 
looked over at Otto's desk trying to see into his head. 
Maybe he did like me, but even in my drugged state it 
seemed, umm, doubtful. I had much to think about. 

As I glanced down at beautiful, compliant Diana, I was 
forced to confront a rather ugly reality. I was going 
to fuck her and all the others based on Otto's research 
at a concentration camp. Those many deaths somehow 
equated into my future happiness. How did I feel about 
this origin for my power? 

One thing was for sure. Otto was correct. Looking down 
at Diana's wobbling breasts I had every intention of 
USING my new power. 

A few qualms were however starting to emerge from my 
placid stupor.

Just then I heard Jennifer behind me. "Master, the car 
is loaded, and it is time to release you."

She was quickly kneeling next to my chair, with her 
cheek pressed to my hand. "I am so very sorry we had to 
restrain you, Billy. Can you ever forgive us?"

I looked into Angel's pain-filled eyes and bit back my 
automatic smart-ass remark. I was going to need to be 
careful with my words, even my tone of voice. Otto's 
drug had so sensitized them to meeting my needs that 
any casual joking aside would be taken very seriously 
indeed. As if I needed more to think and worry about...

Petting Jennifer's soft skin, I smiled as I softly 
said, "It's OK, my Angel. We all had our instructions 
from Otto. Release me now, please."

Jennifer was busy with one wrist, while Diana worked, 
releasing the other. Then they both stood up, helping 
me to my feet. I trembled for a moment until my 
dizziness passed. I nodded toward the lab, and my 
lovelies escorted me into the main lab area. As I stood 
braced on a lab table, I finally looked at a clock. 

I turned incredulously to Diana. "One o'clock."

Diana ducked her head as if I'd slapped her as she was 
wringing her hands in obvious distress. She finally 
replied in a tiny voice. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Otto 
was very specific. I'm so sorry. Please forgive us, 
master."

I put my index finger to her lips as I shook my head, 
saying in my calmest voice, "Diana, we need to figure 
out leaving here, and our vehicle situation."

Diana nodded as she replied, "Your Mercedes SL-600 is 
loaded and ready to go, sir. I'll pull my BMW 760Li 
around and lead to my place. It was strongly suggested 
that you allow us to drive until at least tomorrow."

I had to smile at her careful phrasing, but I had to 
agree. My muzzy head did not lend itself to walking, 
much less driving. I had another question. "My ride, my 
Denali?"

Diana looked a touch concerned as she answered, "Otto 
said we could pick it up in long-term parking at the 
airport."

I tipped my head back laughing uproariously as Jennifer 
and Diana looked on in some disquiet. 

If this was a chess game, Otto was many moves out in 
front. I looked over at Diana, still dressed only in 
her jacket, as I said, smiling, "Don't you need to get 
dressed?"

She nodded, agreeing. "Yes, sir. And if you will allow 
me..."

Here a bit of the 'old' Diana asserted itself. With her 
back straightened and shoulders back, she continued, "I 
really should go next door, Sir. Raise hell, and kick 
their sorry asses, to make God Damn sure this lab is 
undisturbed for you Billy, I mean Master." 

I shrugged, saying, "Billy is fine in public, ladies, 
let's not draw undue attention."

Looking at the two of them, I silently wondered how 
we'd avoid undue attention as I continued, "Yes, please 
Diana do take care of business, then return with your 
'Bimmer.' Angel, please bring me a cup of coffee, extra 
sugar." 

I stood contemplating Diana as she dressed. Until now, 
I had never really thought about the sensual 
possibilities of a woman dressing. I found the whole 
experience quite arousing. 

When she was dressed, holding her aviator sunglasses, 
Diana stepped up to me. Her hand on my shoulder, she 
leaned in to kiss me. Our kiss deepened, with tongues 
playing in each other's mouths, as I lost track of 
time. I came up for air to confront Diana's reverential 
gaze. I gently turned her unresisting body toward the 
door and swatted her on the ass, saying, "Get to work, 
Diana."

She giggled as she looked hotly over her shoulder. Her 
heels tapping staccato rhythm, Diana made for the door. 

Feeling a gentle touch on my arm, I turned, to find 
Jennifer Angel holding my coffee mug. As I took the 
cup, she seemed to melt into my left side, with her 
right arm wrapped around me. My arm went around her as 
her head rested on my shoulder. Angel's fingers played 
with the hair on my neck, in a pleasantly distracting 
manner. I turned, and her lips were right there! Our 
lips touched softly, then with increasing ardor, as our 
tongues danced together, chasing each other back and 
forth. 

We continued kissing. I was still holding my coffee. It 
finally dawned on me that a warm willing female might 
be an improvement to holding that mug. Somehow mug made 
it down to the lab table without spilling, and both my 
arms were around Angel. 

While we kissed, my hands traveled from her shoulders 
down her back, over her ass and thighs, then back up, 
over and over, exploring, tactually memorizing Angel's 
perfect body. My hands paused on her flawless ass, 
squeezing and kneading. As my fingers drifted away, 
Jennifer giggled into my mouth. As she pulled back to 
make eye contact, she said tenderly, "You don't have to 
stop, Billy. It all belongs to you. I'm your Angel, 
Master. My ass, my entire anatomy, is yours to use. 
Every morsel of my being; every speck of body, mind, 
and soul is your loyal slave, sir."

By the time she was finished, my cock was hard and 
throbbing. Angel felt my arousal, responding by 
grinding her belly against it. Her soft lips were once 
more touching mine. Angel kissed my chin, then my neck. 
As her body slowly settled, her lips surrounded each of 
my nipples, sucking, then descending to lick my navel, 
until she was squatting at my feet. Her fingers were 
busy until my zipper descended, as she spread my pants 
widely. She reached into my pants, pulling out my 
engorged cock. 

She rubbed her cheek against my cockhead as I moaned 
deep in my throat. Cradling my cock in her warm palm, 
she engulfed the head in her hot mouth. Reaching up, 
she pinched my nipple. I grabbed her head with both 
hands, screaming, "ANGEL!"

As my cock pulsed, coming in her mouth, my fingers 
tangled in her blonde hair. Angel's suction and licking 
continued, as she swallowed my spending. Then Angel 
cleaned my cock with tiny catlike licks, until I 
stopped her. Angel continued squatting and still 
holding me, with her head resting against my belly. 

My sudden sharp orgasm had cleared away more cobwebs. 
Quietly I breathed, "Angel, look at me please."

As she looked up into my face I asked, "Angel, did Otto 
give you instructions or messages for me?"

She looked puzzled for just a moment then her eyes 
cleared as if remembering as she said cheerfully, "Oh, 
yes sir. I was only supposed to tell you if you asked, 
but now you did."

I nodded as I helped her to her feet, standing quietly 
as I zipped up. I leaned forward as I gave her a kiss, 
tasting my cum on her lips. I continued our kiss while 
my hands wandered.

Abruptly I stood up straight thinking about Otto, I was 
probably frowning. Poor Angel looked timid as she 
regarded me. I smiled as I said, "Not to worry, my 
Angel. It's just our boy Otto, playing with my head. 
Again."

Angel was standing patiently, as I realized there must 
be a further trigger phrase. "Angel is there some 
message, something from Otto that you need to tell, 
give or show me?"

Angel broke into a radiant smile as she said, "Yes, 
Billy. Please follow me."

At my gesture, Angel turned toward the lab's office. I 
stopped at the entrance, taking my shirt from the 
hangers and putting it on. I walked in, buttoning my 
shirt and sipping that coffee, to confront a lovely 
vision of Angel's cute little butt as she knelt on the 
floor with her head in the bottom drawer of a file 
cabinet. 

I sat in Otto's chair while I waited. I slid open the 
shallow center drawer of his desk. In the middle sat a 
large black pistol. I'd never seen it before in my life 
but I recognized it immediately. It was a Walther P38, 
the sidearm of World War Two Germany. No surprise that 
Otto had one. 

I carefully picked it up, rolled the slide-mounted 
safety down to 'safe,' then touched the 'loaded 
chamber' pin just above the hammer. I flipped the butt-
mounted catch, dropping the loaded clip on the desk. I 
pulled the slide back, holding up the catch until it 
locked. I set the P38 on the desk blotter as I reached 
in the drawer, retrieving half-a-dozen more loaded 
clips. The clip in the gun and the others were loaded 
with hollow point ammunition. As I lined them up on the 
blotter I had a disquieting thought. 

I leaned back in the ergonomic chair I turned to Angel, 
saying, "Angel I need to ask you a question."

By now Angel had every bottom file drawer in the row 
open and an interesting stack of 'something' next to 
her. I asked, "What are you doing, love?"

She looked over with a big grin, saying, "Otto's 
favorite hiding spot. He shortened all the bottom file 
drawers a couple inches and put his secrets in that 
space."

I sat, more or less patiently, until she was done. 
Angel knelt behind the secreted items, waiting 
expectantly for my order to proceed. I had a question 
first. "Angel, Otto taught me to use that gun. I've 
never seen one or held one, yet I knew just what it was 
and what to do. How'd he do that?"

Angel smiled contentedly. "Oh, thank you, sir. Now I 
can tell you every thing."

With that she was backside up, digging in the file 
space. This time, a laptop and a cloth bag appeared. 
She was again kneeling. She looked at me and answered 
my unspoken question. "This is the lot, Billy. I am 
released to share all my knowledge with you by your 
last question."

Angel reached into the cloth bag to pull out a set of 
earphones. As she donned them I realized they weren't 
'exactly' earphones. The earpieces were joined with 
eyepieces and metal contacts that fitted the temples. 
She held the digital connection and pointed to the 
laptop. 

I said, "OK, my Angel, talk to me."

Angel replied pedantically as if a recording, "A method 
for accelerated learning or for reinforcing control 
programming. Administer the L1 drug, and then select 
the appropriate DVD disk from the library. You have 
received, and can now access, the needed skills to make 
your own disks. The educational disks Angel is showing 
you will allow you to complete your biochemistry Ph.D. 
in the month it will take you to comprehend the disk 
contents. The special control disks should be absorbed 
by any of your new 'permanent' slaves as soon as 
practicable. You have received a great deal of input 
from this system. This is part of the reason you need 
to rest for a few days, to allow your mind to 
assimilate this torrent of information, along with the 
changes from the drugs."

Angel carefully stacked the numerous DVD jewel cases 
and the 'headphones' on the laptop. She held up a tall 
stack of CDs, saying, "Otto's complete files, Germany 
to present. Every experiment, every formula, every 
dossier, all his observations, and explanations."

Now, a stack of green journals and notebooks. She said, 
"Otto's diary, notes, and annotations, from very 
earliest to now."

Last, but not least, some unidentifiable stainless 
steel items, which Angel identified as "Otto designed 
very specialized devices for covertly administering his 
drugs. The instructions are on this CD." 

She lapsed into silence. I pointed at the gun on the 
desk. Angel said, "There's a shoulder holster in the 
bottom drawer. Otto suggests you either wear that one, 
or a modern gun of your choice, from now on."

I looked at Angel, unseeing, wondering what else Otto 
had programmed into me and why Otto felt I needed that 
gun?

Continued in Chapter Three...

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