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The Taste
by Cory (cglaberson@aol.com)
***
The Taste solution is actually three or four different
psychoactive chemicals that can be mixed in varying
degrees of intensity depending on the girl's
resistance. Usually, it takes two to three doses to
addict my target, then I change solutions and introduce
agents that break down her inhibitions and self-esteem.
(MF, nc, mc, huml, drugs)
***
CHAPTER ONE
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Sarah walks into the office wearing a white blouse and
a mid-thigh skirt as ordered. I could just see the tips
of her breasts move freely beneath the fabric. Her
nipples are hard. Good. The conditioning is working
perfectly.
I sit behind my desk playing absently with the new toy
my friends in Germany sent me. I quickly hide it in the
crook of the chair. I would hate to spoil Sarah's
surprise.
Sarah is an attractive blond in an ordinary way. She
has even features with a slightly bulbous nose and her
eyes are a little too widely spaced to be called
pretty, but her mouth is sweet. Red luscious lips
pouting naturally begged to be filled with a man's
cock. Her breasts are wonderful too: full moons with an
upward tilt ending in pronounced nipples that demand to
be tweaked mercilessly.
I don't like to work with stunningly beautiful woman.
They attract too much attention and usually have too
many people interested in their welfare. While Sarah is
still very attractive, no one is looking closely at her
life to notice the changes in her. At least not now,
not until it will be too late.
As she walks over to me I swivel the chair to face her.
I wanted to catch the mixture of disgust, fear, and
longing that her face betrays even as she tries to
remain impassive. I know what she wants, what every
neuron in her brain is craving. Her eyes fix on the
drawer she knows the syringe is kept. Her tongue darts
out and licks her lips in anticipation. After all, it
has been a week, she has waited patiently since her
last session. No whining or wheedling like before, just
holding on until her summons.
Now it's her time for a taste.
She stops in front of me, her hand seeking out my knee
for support to kneel between my legs. I brush her hand
away causing her to look up in alarm at the change in
the long tradition of preliminary blowjobs. I rise to
meet her gaze thrilling in the change of her expression
to fear with just a shadow of panic now darkening her
features. God, I love to see them squirm. I reach out
for her breasts and run my hand over her stiff nipples.
Yes, she is excited too. Her mouth opens in a silent
gasp at the intense feelings.
"Turn around," I tell her. She obeys immediately . I
reach down and massage her ass. It is nicely formed and
benefiting from the mandatory workouts in the gym. I
lift the fabric of her skirt to reveal the pink flesh
beneath. No panties obstruct my view of her freshly
shaved vagina. I run a finger down the center of her
crack reaching up toward her clit. This time she
exhales a low moan.
"Please," she whispers, "I'm ready." While speaking she
presses her ass against me forcing my fingertips into
her warmth.
I reach down and open the drawer holding the syringe.
Her breath quickens and she can't help craning back to
try and catch a glimpse of the instrument of her
salvation. I lean against her and force her to bend
over my desk while grabbing her arm and twisting it
behind her. Instead of the syringe, however, I pull out
a pair of standard issue hand-cuffs and expertly
imprison both her hands behind her back.
Sarah relaxes in her bondage, bending her knees
slightly to ease the expected penetration. I have other
things on my mind just then. I grab up my toy from
Germany and force the ball gag in her unsuspecting
mouth. She gags slightly while I tighten the strap, but
Sarah has been bound before and quickly adjusts, or
tries to adjust. This ball gag is attached to a bulb
air pump like on a blood pressure cuff. As I pump air
into the gag it expands a bladder into her mouth and
down her throat.
Once again I see that delicious mixture of surprise
panic and fear in her eyes as the bladder fills her
mouth and begins to push down deep. Only then do I
release my rock hard erection and force myself into her
pussy.
The expanding ball gag replaces her mild arousal with a
state of dread panic. It soon becomes difficult for her
to breathe. Her hands trapped behind her begin to claw
at my shirt. She tries to buck me off, desperate for
air and the bladder pushes deeper down her throat. The
more she fights, the better my cock feels sliding into
her pussy. Each thrash and buck sends delicious slivers
of pleasure through my body.
I lean on top of her slamming my dick into her pussy.
Sarah completely loses it and begins to lose
consciousness. I can see the spasms growing and know
now is the time. I reach into the drawer again and take
out the syringe. With one more good thrust I ram my
meat deep into her pussy and jab the needle into one of
the extended veins on her neck.
Instantly, Sarah has a crashing orgasm. Every muscle
knots and release in her whole body. Her pussy clamps
down on my dick and literally squeezes the cum out of
me. My own orgasm is intense, it feels like her cunt is
milking my penis in shuddering waves of pleasure. I
press the air release on the ball gag deflating the
bladder and allowing her to breathe.
"Damn, baby," I mutter. " That was too much."
I stripped off the ball gag and let Sarah take a
gasping breath. She still was in the early throes of
the drug high and the sudden intake of oxygen set her
off into another spasm of world class orgasms. Her eyes
roll back, her mouth hangs loose in her mouth, her
pussy scraps the edge of the desk as she grinds her
clitoris into the woodwork.
A few minutes later Sarah sits quietly trying to repair
the damage to her blouse which was torn during her
exertions.
"How is your head?" I asked.
While gagged she rammed the desk and raised a welt on
her forehead. She didn't answer me; apparently the
bladder had done a number on her vocal chords. It hurt
her to whisper. Instead she gave me a pouty look of
pain, defeat and embarrassment that meant to make me
feel guilty. I just saw the image of her choking down
my dick and felt my penis stir. Frankly it didn't look
like Sarah would be up to more fun. Perhaps my
secretary, or that young girl and the coffee shop. Yeah
she'd be worth a quick blowjob.
CHAPTER TWO
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Sarah's crashing orgasm milks the cum out of me, but it
leaves me unsatisfied. I still need to feel my fully
extended dick stuffed down the throat of some pretty
young girl. I open my wall safe and took out two
syringes filled with the Taste drug and lock up the
rest. I can feel Sarah's eyes hungrily follow my every
move. Just minutes after her latest fix and she wants
more.
I shake my head. She is burning out already and it's my
own fault for bringing her along too quickly. I make a
mental note to evaluate my procedures, but I know why I
forced her treatment. Her mouth looks so good with my
dick in it. Even now, knowing it would radically
accelerate her collapse, I want to force her to fellate
me. I stiffen and ignoring her whorish pleading eyes
walk out of my office to the reception area.
My secretary, Rachel Brim, had one of my "patients"
kneeling between her legs while she rubs her pussy over
her face. The girl's mouth and nose shone with slick
juices desperately trying to please her tormentor.
"That's it bitch," Rachel sneers, "Lick that pussy
clean."
As I walked over to get a better look, Brim attention
instantly turned to me.
"I caught this bitch," she begins to explain while
picking up her riding crop and tapping the rear end of
the submissive girl, "in a violation of the dress
code."
"So you thought you'd go easy on her," I reply as I
pick up the hem of the girl's skirt and reach
underneath. Ah yes, I remember her. She was a
stewardess for some airline when I first gave her a
taste. Now, of course, she works for me. In mock horror
I flip up her skirt to reveal a pair of cotton panties
stretched tight across her ass cheeks.
"You are perceptive Miss Brim," I say, "A clear
violation." The girl lets out a moan and begins to cry.
Instantly, Brim snatches her crop and whips her slave
across the face.
"Silence." she hisses.
"Well, she has to punished," I say while slowly
removing her panties; first lifting one leg then
another. " How about we suspend her weekly ration?"
That immediately brought a protest from the girl. It is
quickly squashed by Miss Brim who shoves one of her
gloved hands into the woman's mouth making her gasp and
choke.
The weekly ration is a very diluted potion of the Taste
and some other addictive substances. It is just enough
to take the edge off the insatiable itch that otherwise
grew to intolerable levels. It allows me to control my
patients without destroying their personalities.
"Perhaps she would like a different punishment," I say
while taking the riding crop out of Brim's free hand
and begin wrapping the cotton panties around its stem.
Brim forces her hand in the girl's mouth trapping her
tongue between her fingers. I kicked at the girl's
heels and she instantly spread her legs unaware of what
I had ready for her punishment.
Spreading her cheeks with one hand I aim the crop and
panties at the small brown ring of her anus then slowly
start shoving the panties up her ass. The ex-stewardess
(what was her name?) starts to buck as the pain
increases, but I keep up the steady pressure slowly
twisting the leather crop and jamming the cotton
panties deeper and deeper.
In a desperate moment the girl breaks free of Brim's
grasp and pleads with me to stop. "God, stop it, stop
it gaagghh" she moans before Brim's hand forces its way
back into her mouth.
Brim screeches at her to be silent and looks at me her
face a mask of lust. "Ram it all the way in," she
hisses eyes bright with desire. I knew better than to
permanently damage this whore just yet. I leave the
crop firmly planted in her ass, the panties completely
shoved in. She won't break that rule any time soon.
Once again I am tempted to let Miss Brim or her
chastised student to relieve my sexual tension. Once
again I stiffen my resolve to wait for more delicious
game.
"I'll be gone for about an hour," I tell my secretary
as I head out the door. "Please clean up after
yourself."
"You hear that bitch," she mock whispers to her slave,
"I've got a whole hour to show you some respect." It
was a stroke of luck that I found someone so
enthusiastic as Miss Brim. Now I'm off to find someone
worthy of my attention.
CHAPTER THREE
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Out of the office, I stop at the newsstand and buy a
small box of imported caramels. In the privacy of a
telephone cubbyhole I unwrap the box and gently insert
the needle of one of the taste-filled syringes into the
candy. Just couple of drops is all I need for two of
them. The third one I knead out a little bubble and
fill it carefully with a quarter ounce of the precious
liquid. Placing the candy back in its plastic tray, I
walk out into the street.
The Taste solution is actually three or four different
psychoactive chemicals that can be mixed in varying
degrees of intensity depending on the girl's
resistance. Usually, it takes two to three doses to
addict my target, then I change solutions and introduce
agents that break down her inhibitions and self-esteem.
The girl I'm seeing right now is weak, after just one
dose she's ready for the next step in the training.
The coffee shop is just around the corner from my
office. I normally avoid crappy food like this, but as
I walked by last week she was at the window booth. A
bright cheery girl with a halo of blonde hair and a
voluptuous figure. I don't particularly like well-
endowed woman, but she was young and strong and carried
her large breasts easily. As she turned to service
another table I imagined her breasts to have a
delightful upturn to them with a hard beautiful nipple
crowning each one. I knew then I had to have her; I had
to see those breasts up close.
Since then I've made contact and planted the seed. I
used my favorite ruse. I offer her a doctored candy
telling her that it is a new product my company in
developing that has no fat or cholesterol and only 5
calories per candy. Women fall for that story all the
time. Instantly after ingesting the candy, the drug is
carried by the taste and smell nerve sensors directly
to the brain and causes an explosion of activity in the
pleasure center.
This sudden rush is accompanied a few seconds later
with a slight numbing sensation as the second drug
washes over the neurons of the pleasure center. This
drug competes with the receptor sites on the ends of
the nerve endings and blocks all those except the ones
opened by the first drug. This is when the fun begins.
As this second drug invades the pleasure center, more
and more receptors are filled with a blank substance
that negates any impulses for endorphin and serotonin
production hormonal levels. Meanwhile a third drug
courses through the blood stream and deactives any
hormones already in the blood stream. The brain at this
point finds itself in a peculiar situation.
It craves stimulation, but the only stimulation it is
receiving is from the sites first activated by the
drug. Therefore the source of that stimulus becomes
extremely important to the brain. It uses every
resource to locate and secure a supply of this
stimulus. A person's ego and superego which control its
inhibitions and desires simply cannot compete with the
powerful force of their own inner desire. They are
crushed under the weight of a mind driven to stimulate
itself.
And this is only the first half of the treatment.
Penny, my latest experiment, sees me come in and gives
a little cry of delight. For the last three days I
waited while the drug focused all her desires,
imaginings, and dreams on the first caramel candy I
gave her. Of course no other candy, no other taste, can
satisfy her now. She is serving a couple and
practically drops the food on their laps. The young
girl rushes over to me and escorts me over to one of
their tables.
Penny really is a sweet girl and she uses, perhaps is
driven by, her sweet nature to fawn over me.
"Oh I haven't seen you in ages," she says gently
touching my shoulder. She leans over to straighten the
place mat and brushes her breasts against my arm. She
smells wonderful.
"You smell wonderful," I say enjoying her desperate
attempt to please me.
"Thank you," Penny beams "I can't seem to smell it. My
nose must be stuffed up."
I pick up the menu and pretend to concentrate on my
order. Penny drifts away and turned back to her other
customers. Always, though, her eyes are on me ready to
detect the slightest movement. I wait till she's in the
middle of pouring a cup of coffee for a middle-aged
matron then clear my throat.
"You stupid girl!" the old bag screams as the hot
coffee soaks her skirt. Penny apologizing profusely
beelines for my table.
"Are you ready to order?" she says ignoring the ruckus
behind her.
"I'm not really hungry," I begin taking the candy box
out of my jacket and opening it on the Formica table
top. "But I thought you might be."
If a car crashed into the cafe penny would not have
noticed it. All her attention was directed at the box
of caramels exactly like those she had three days ago.
Her mind must be screaming at her to grab them and cram
them in her mouth, but she holds back watching what I
do. Behind her the matron is yelling for the manager;
people are cranking around in their seats.
"I think that woman wants you." I tell her.
"Fuck that bitch," Penny replies. She reaches out to
touch the caramels.
"Meet me by the phones in five minutes." I talk slowly
to make sure she hears me. I close the box and put it
quickly in my pocket. That breaks the spell. Penny
nervously looks back at the old women and her boss, a
short, balding Greek. I stand up and head for the
bathroom.
The last time I was here I scouted a perfect location
for the next phase of the training. The coffee shop is
in a large office building and has a doorway into the
lobby. Right next to their door is a janitor's closet.
It cost 50 dollars to get the key, but the room was
perfect. Five minutes later, Penny shows up.
"I quit," she shrugs. I hold out a caramel. She pick it
up like a flower and softly places it in her mouth. "Oh
my," she speaks in a hushed tone. The few drops of the
taste work quickly, but do not last. This solution is
similar to the first. Instead of intense flavor and
smell reactions, however, it induces intense sexual
sensations.
As the drug works its magic Penny falls into a kind of
a swoon. Any touch, even that of her clothes, excites
her stimulus-starved brain. I usher her out of the
restaurant and to the closet. At the threshold she
struggles. Her mind is in a fog of sensation.
"Wait..." she mumbles. I put another Taste-laced candy
to her lips.
"Have another," I whisper. She shudders at the hot
breath on her ear.
The two doses combine to make her a little intoxicated.
The young girl giggles as she stumbles into the room. I
lock the door behind me. The room is large enough to
two shelves on either wall and a couple of chairs in
the middle. Penny, still in a daze, sits on one and
smiles at me. Her lust left uncontrolled by the drug
begins to build. Seductively she opens her legs and
strokes her legs.
"I am soo hot." she tells me.
"Then take off your uniform."
"No," she says coyly, spinning the chair around. I come
up behind her and stoop to kiss her neck. Each kiss
makes her gasp. Slowly I unzip the dress and pull it
off her. She stands and faces me. I can see her
struggling to maintain control.
"Wait," she gasps, "Something's not right." I unhook
her bra and she grabs it before it falls. "Wait,' she
is pleading now, not with me, but with the desire
rippling through her body. I firmly pull the bra away
and reveal a beautiful set of breasts with sweet
upturned nipples. I reach out and cup one rolling a
nipple between two fingertips.
"Ahhhh," Penny's head rolls back. I bend slightly and
capture the sweet bud of her breast in my lips. "OH
MY!" she exclaims. My other hand snakes under her
panties to her cunt. She is sopping wet. I curl a
finger into her slit and search for the bud of her
clitoris. The swollen nubbin bounces against my touch.
Penny orgasms, squeezing her thighs together as her
cunt spasms in delight.
I break our embrace and walk over to one of the chairs.
I hold her hand and lead in front of me.
"Tell me," I ask as I unzip my pants. "Have you ever
sucked a man's cock?"
"M-My boyfriend like me to lick his ..."She trails off
still recovering from the intense orgasm.
"Good" I say. Taking off my suit jacket and hanging it
over the back of the chair. "Please show me what you
can do." Penny was too hot, too confused, too
overwhelmed to refuse. She knelt down pulling my
stiffening cock out and began to lick it.
Oh what a joy it is to see a woman one her knees
licking your member. What absolute satisfaction and
contentment. Of course, Penny wasn't very good. Even
relieved of her inhibitions she barely inserted two
inches of my penis into her mouth. This wouldn't do at
all. She had to start training right away.
I took the last doctored caramel out of my pocket and
began to soften it in my palm. The drug had absorbed
into the caramel so it did not squirt out of the pocket
I had made. Penny's eyes followed my manipulations.
"You want this last one don't you my whore." Penny said
nothing, she just nodded. "You are my whore are you
not?"
Penny pulled me out of her mouth and agreed. "I am not
your whore."
"You aren't! "I say thrilled at her defiant tone. "You
certainly don't suck cock like a whore. I will have to
teach you." With that said, I take the softened caramel
and wrap it around the base of my erect member.
Penny release the tip of my penis from her mouth pick
the candy off.
"No, No," I say batting her hand away. "Put your hands
behind your back whore, Right Now! You'll have to get
this sweet the hard way." Penny looks at me with a
mind-swooning mixture of hate, fear, and lust. I can
feel my asshole tighten with lust of my own. She takes
my member back in her mouth. Slowly, her eyes fixed on
the caramel bullring she forces herself to swallow my
dick. God the sensation is incredible.
"That's it" I instruct her. "Slowly, slowly, don't push
too hard. Breathe through your nose. Don't be scared if
you gag, its just the gag reflex . Let it pass."
Three inches are down her throat, four inches to go. I
can feel her tongue swish out trying to get a preview
taste.
Five inches down, her gag reflex is kicking in and she
puts her arms forward to support her weight. I have to
remember that she disobeyed me. At six inches down I
can see her throat working to accommodate my dick. She
can smell the caramel now, it is soaked through and
through with the Taste and it drive her on.
"Just an inch or so away baby," I say. "You want it,
then take it you whore!" I grab the back of her head
and ram forward with my hips in one powerful stroke.
Penny's eyes roll into the back of her head as the big
dose of the taste slams into her system. Her legs shake
as she orgasms and pisses herself at the same time. She
lets out a huge fart too. Her mouth is working
feverishly at the base of my cock licking off the
sticky ambrosia. The feeling of my cock fully-extended
down her throat is incredible, but I know how to make
it indescribably delicious. I reach down and pinch off
her nose shutting off her air.
Immediately her lungs expand to try and force some air
in. This creates a partial vacuum in the soft tissues
of her throat which collapse in around my dick. As I
said the feeling cannot be described. Especially when
you look into their eyes and see the mixture of fear,
panic, lust and humiliation dancing around inside their
head. I can only last a few moments at this juncture
and come deeply and generously. Penny is bucking so
furiously that U can't hold her and she disgorges my
cock while coughing and gagging on my sperm.
Damn that was good.
"Well," I say picking up her uniform to wipe my dick
off. "wasn't that fun."
CHAPTER FOUR
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So spent am I from my exertions with Penny I did not
bother the pretty brunette who I meet in the elevator
in my office building. I remember the two days and
nights we spent forcing her to fuck every male in her
dorm. Why can I never remember their names! I chastise
myself. Her fear and anticipation amuse me greatly as
we travel upward, but as I said I am too drained to
avail myself.
Miss Brim is not at her desk when I open the door for
the young coed.
Muffled thuds come from one of the back rooms.
"My secretary will be right with you," I say as I open
the door I think might contain Miss Brim. Immediately a
girl charges out; she is naked except for being
handcuffed and having a hood fastened over her head
completely blinding her. She stumbles past me and slams
into the wall opposite with tremendous force. I notice
a riding crop sticking out of her asshole like a
demented weather vane.
"Come back here!" screeches Miss Brim now dressed in
leathers and holding a dog collar in her hand. She
blushes when she sees me. "I'm sorry,, s-sir I..."
I wave her explanation away and point to her charge who
has wandered into the lobby. My pretty brunette stands
there stock still her eyes darting towards the safety
of the door. Brim barrels past and grabs the riding
stock sticking out of her playmate's ass. "Get back
inside!" she hisses steering the bound girl back to the
back room. A piteously moan erupts from beneath the
hood. Brim twists the pole and rams the girl into the
wall. "Silence!" she screams one inch from the hood.
As they pass me I reach out and grab one of Brim's
breasts which has worked free from the leather halter.
She stops instantly and a shudder runs through her
body. I grab the exposed nipple between my fingers and
roll it roughly; twisting it hard. Brim gulps air
raggedly. She does not say a word.
"Let's have a little more attention to the job and a
little less recreation," I say softly. Then I bend
slightly and take her nipple in my mouth. It is a hard
little pebble beneath my tongue. I bite down hard
grinding my incisors until I feel the skin break and
the blood gush forth. I bite harder, pulling back to
rip open the wound. Brim cries out, but with superhuman
strength stifles her anguish. I chew on her nipple as I
walk away forcing myself not to look back at her pain.
In the privacy of my office I check my calendar: a
pickup from Sarah at tea time and then tonight's
theatrics with Marina. I open my safe and take out an
ample supply of the Taste liquid wrapping it carefully
and placing it in a small leather pouch.
As I enter the lobby of my office I half expected Miss
Brim waiting with pistol to take her revenge. Of course
she is no where to be seen. The pretty brunette, still
standing, opens her mouth to speak.
"Ah yes," I say. She reaches into her bag, takes out an
envelope, and holds it out to me. Filled with cash, no
doubt, from her customers for the week. I take the
envelope and hold on to her hand. A thrill goes through
me as I see her stiffen in fear. I bend down and kiss
her hand tonguing Brim's nipple out on her palm.
"Souvenir."
Sarah Covington was addicted to sex before she became
addicted to the taste. I didn't have to search her out;
she came to me after I encountered a few of her
friends. She was in her late thirties and in full
bloom. A buxom full-lipped redhead with a drop dead
smile. She was already notorious for breaking up two or
three marriages and even more notorious for NOT
breaking up a few more. Most attractive to me: she was
rich. Her two dead husbands left her millions which I
wanted to fund my operations.
What surprised me was that her greatest worth was her
knowledge of every liaison, affair, and adultery among
her rich elite set. Her persuasive abilities made her
gossip central for the noveau-riche and old money
types. With her help I targeted dozens of lonely women
to milk out small amounts of money instead of draining
one victim and possibly attracting undue attention.
Today I meet her in one of the elegant private rooms
her hotel. A tasteful three star establishment with
just a dozen or so suites. Each one completely wired
for video and sound recording. As I walk in I see her
with a very beautiful older women, perhaps 45 or 50.
They are seated and as I approach the haughty older
woman stands and hands Sarah an envelope. Sarah hands
her a small box. It's a thrill to realize that Sarah
can manipulate these women without my help. Even I
don't fully realize how many women are beholden to the
Taste.
The older women brushes past me. I smell the rich
perfume left in her wake. Smells like old money to me.
"Sarah!" I call out, "delighted to see you." Sitting
down a waitress appears instantly carrying a coffeepot.
I wave her away watching her bare ass peek out beneath
her short skirt. "
"Remember that lawyer who tried to sue you last year?
Sarah says noticing my interest.
"Is that her?"
"Lord no!" Sarah continues, "It is her younger sister.
Just some insurance in she proves hesitant."
"So," I begin, changing the subject. "What have you got
for me?" Sarah flashes that brilliant smile at me and
reaches into her bag. She slides over a large mailing
envelope. I open it and see it filled with wrapped
bundles of cash.
"The Usual," she says, "And something a little unusual.
" She hands me another manila envelope much thinner
this time. I smile. What a joy to have found Sarah, She
is one of the only operatives I allow to sell the Taste
letting her keep enough for herself and her own slaves.
In the envelope are pictures. I recognize them
immediately as the cool older blonde that just left.
She is not very haughty in these pictures. A huge black
penis is poised in front of her face. Her distaste is
wonderfully apparent. The next photo shows the penis
half-shoved down her throat. A third shows two black
men fucking her mouth and pussy at once.
"Wonderful," I mutter as I flip over each picture.
"Next week," Sarah says "I want pictures of her with
her best friend, then maybe her daughters. I've lined
up two more potential performers as well."
"You have done well, my child" I cannot hide my
admiration for her initiative and she realizes she has
an opening.
"I am so grateful that I have pleased you, My lord."
Sarah takes my hand and gently licks one finger. My
cock is ramrod hard at her touch.
"Well," I says shifting my erection to a comfortable
position.
"Perhaps we should think of pleasing you."
"I need nothing but your presence," Sarah whispers
reaching under the table to stroke my cock.
"Really?" I nod. "I've completed a new generation.
Would you like to be the first?" Sarah stands up
quickly and practically pulls me with her.
"Let's go!" she says.
CHAPTER FIVE
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Sorry for the long delay in finishing this episode, but
I have to live it before I can write about it, don't
you know.
All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a story about
the humiliation and degradation of women and not for
casual readers, Please do not continue if you are a
sensitive soul or under 21 years old.
Sarah throws open the doors of her inner sanctum and
strides in like a queen in her throne room. Two
servants, beautiful girls with saved heads and severe
bondage that obscenely extend their tongues like dogs
in heat attend her. They move surprisingly quick since
it looks like some sort of device plunges in an out of
their assholes as they walk. Sarah orders them to
prepare her Chair . She begins undressing. For a moment
I feel she has forgotten about me focusing so hard on
the vial of the Taste that she holds gently up to the
light. The glass glows in a green florescent flicker
that seems almost alive.
"Don't worry my dear," she speaks reading my mind while
still staring at the new generation of the Taste drug.
"I haven't forgotten how much I depend on you." She
gives me a look that could give an erection to the Pope
and slowly reveals her gorgeous breasts. She comes over
and presses her perfumed flesh onto my chest.
"Let me suck your dick," she pleads with mock
sincerity, "force your prick deep in my mouth."
Expertly, Sarah exposes my penis, gently stroking it
towards erection. I take the vial from her hand and
unstopper it. She freezes, my penis pulses under her
hand like a frightened bird. She leans forward, her
lips brush my ear and she exhales her hot breath
precisely in the right spot.
"Give me the full dose this time."
"Sure," I agree sarcastically, "half a dose of the last
generation almost killed you."
Sarah resumes her expert massage of my dick. "Then kill
me this time." she hisses.
Sarah's slave appears at the doorway and struggles to
emit a small squeak, a signal that her Chair is ready.
Sarah had a special platform built to restrain her
charges. The centerpiece was a chair that could be
configured in hundreds of different positions. Many a
young girl felt the kiss of the lash or the thrust of
the penetration in the contraption. I know I've seen
enough video from this room- - chamber really, dungeon
actually.
This time the room looks more like a hospital and it is
Sarah's turn to sit in the steel and leather device.
The slaves have set up a hospital pump, bags of plasma
and whole blood, and wheeled in a full-size pulmonary
resuscitator. A fully equipped crash cart sits humming
nearby unlike last time when we had to spend precious
minutes waiting for the paddles to warm up.
Sarah grabs one of her girls by the tongue and
maneuvers her over to my side. The girl immediately
drops on all fours waiting for my slightest desire. My
dear comrade, for that is what Sarah has become to me,
gracefully alights on her throne and begins strapping
herself in. It takes a few minutes to calibrate the
monitors and power up the instruments. The room fills
with the white noise of machinery and Sarah's beauty is
hidden behind the gauze tape and trappings. The one
slave, a nurse in their former life, stands ready to
revive her mistress.
Sarah pauses now and then motions to me to bend down
closely in a false show of secrecy.
"Fuck me while I take the drug," she whispers then
playfully bites my ear.
"You know you won't feel anything from me." I explain,
"It all work up here." I tap her forehead. She grabs my
fingertip with her mouth and seductively sucks my
finger back and forth.
"I know," she says, "Fuck me anyway. I want to know you
are inside me."
My dick, rock hard, rubs her silken thigh as if it
already knows my answer, but I fight off my own
enthusiasm.
"I need to stay focused," I say. "Let one of your
children..."
"No," she shakes her head, "You."
"Damint, Sarah." My dick is rock hard at the
anticipation. Actually, I had no idea what it would
feel like to be inside her cunt when the first chemical
induced pleasure wave hit. It had been a long time
since I had felt something new during sex play.
"Okay," I say. "Dammit."
In her particular position it is easy to kneel in front
of her and slide my penis into her hot cunt. Sarah has
wonderful muscle control of her vagina which she uses
to stroke my penis. With a slight grunt I am all the
way in, my face now breathing in the hospital smell of
the restraints mixed with her intoxicating perfume.
I look over at the slave/nurse and hand her the Taste
vial.
"Half," I say in a stern voice. The slave-nurse snaps
the vial into Sarah's IV and the experiment begins.
Almost immediately she starts to shiver. I am always
amazed at how quickly the Taste drug goes to work
changing the body chemistry racing through her like a
bolt of electricity stripping out compounds, changing
others, concentrating the pleasure in her brain to one
spot, one group of brain cells.
In this version of the drug I not only force the
pleasure center of the brain to work harder and her
mind to acknowledge only chemicals from the center, I
force the pleasure cells themselves into a form of
mitosis, cell division. The cells actually grow a
larger center.
Sarah's shivering reaches her cunt which shimmies and
contracts delightfully, bathing my cock in her
overheated juices. Her eyes squeeze shut and she moans.
"Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me," Until the chant became one
word, "FUCKME, FUCKME!" Over and over again, just a
stream of syllables. I crane my head back to look at
the monitors. Her heart rate is increasing much too
rapidly, her diastolic pressure rising likes a jet.
Sweat breaks out on her brow. The first wave is close.
"Ohhhh Sheeettt," She growls as the first Orgasm tears
through her mind. Her cunt walls contract and my dick
was squeezed with a powerful pulse that catches me by
surprise and almost makes me come. Then suddenly the
Orgasm relaxes and Sarah lets out a gasp of air.
"Ohh that was great!" she smiles then her eyes close
and a tremor shakes her tits. "Oh god, here comes the
next one!"
The next wave hits Sarah like an epileptic fit. She
convulses; her arms twitch and jerk. Her cunt clamps
down on my penis, now painfully swollen and ready to
burst with semen. Her contraction is so powerful,
however, I can't release. I am literally stuck in her
cunt. I feel a shiver through my penis like nothing I
felt before; like an orgasm without coming. The
vibration travel's up my spine in waves of pleasure and
pain. I leaned back trying to pull out but it is
hopeless. I am stuck fast like Brier Rabbit to the Tar
baby.
Just then the alarm sounds on the monitor. Her heart
fibrillating like an autumn leaf is about to burst. I
hear the whine of the paddles as they are jammed over
her breasts. Oh shit, relax baby I plead as I try to
pull out my poor distended penis. At the last possible
second I feel her orgasm abate just as the hammer of
the electrical shock restarts her heart.
My dick released and zapped at the same time erupts
with a pent-up geyser of cum that seems to sail
overhead in slow motion. In fact all the next few
moments are in slow motion. I flail backward and slam
my head against a hospital cart and realize at the same
time the slave nurse has disobeyed me and given Sarah
the entire dose of the Taste.
I try to stand up and clear my head and look at my dick
which impossibly is still spewing cum over the shiny
floor. The shock, loss of blood, and bang on the head
are too much. I take one look at Sarah, rigid like a
statue, her breasts trembling, then pass out.
END
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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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