Message-ID: <3803eli$9709062212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Subject: [NEW]"Writer's Block" 2/3 by MC Woodsmoke (mc FFM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Auth: 421a1dd4c70bcb05c8998412 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5ur04f$nh9$2@gte2.gte.net> Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. Mind control is fictional, any attempt to dominate a real person in this manner would be sick and perverted. Remember it's just fiction. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 09/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net COPYRIGHT c 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. TITLE: WRITER'S BLOCK Chapter 2: Plot development (FF, mast) Ruth let her eyes focus again. She had been concentrating so hard on telling Alan her ideas for his story that she had been staring at the light bulb of the brass lamp above her head. She had been peering at it so intensely that her eyes had crossed. She could hear Alan tapping away at his keyboard. She was almost afraid to ask what he thought of her story. In a strange way she could tell that she had pleased him with her candor and her imaginative but naughty story telling. She was quite tired and even though she thought about getting up and stretching her legs she decided to lay her head back and keep her eyes on the ceiling. Her whole body seemed to be in the grip of strange warm lassitude. The strange state of creativity that Alan had helped her enter was still in control of her mind. It was helping her focus all her attention on the details of Alan's story. Her own body seemed to have disappeared. It wasn't important. She was safe and warm and so totally relaxed. The fictional world Alan had created and let her enter seemed almost as vivid and complete as reality, to her now. Realizing that Alan had been talking for a few moments without her seeming to hear him, she focused her attention on his shadowy outline. "You've done a fine job Ruth. I have to thank you. I was right when I said you had a keen mind and fine imagination. You seemed to capture the very essence of Roxanne. You submerged yourself in the character, exactly as we said you should. You let yourself think and react as a young woman in her situation would without coloring her reactions with your own thoughts and feelings. Only the very best and most creative people can do that. You should be very proud" Alan said with a glowing tone in his voice. "You don't think I went too overboard with the sexual part?" Ruth asked in a shy, quiet voice. She peered into the shadows trying to judge Alan's reaction. She hoped he didn't think she was some kind of pervert, or unsophisticated child. She had just built on the situation he had described. No other scenario she had composed in her head had seemed to fit as well. She was scared that her story would not win his approval despite his kind words. "Of course not my dear. The story you described might not make it into my book exactly as you described; but the idea's, the feeling, the erotic heat you described; those I can use. I found your descriptions to be both fresh, and compelling. I could almost see and feel the need for sexual release that you described for Roxanne. No. Don't you worry about that a bit. Quite excellently done, I must say." [Tap Tap Tap] There was a soft tapping at the large wooden door. Ruth could see Alan rise quickly and go to the door. She noticed that he had to unlock it before her could open it just a crack. A small amount of light from the hallway illuminated his handsome face. His eyes were bright with what she imagined must be the creative juices she had helped to stir in him. He looked both upset with the interruption to their creative session and eager to get back to it. This made her very happy. She was still very tired though. Leaning her head back and trying not to listen to Alan's voice she let her mind enter a restful, relaxing state of preparedness for when Alan was ready to start again. "Ahhh Tracie, my dear, what can I do for you?" Alan said through the narrow opening. "I was wondering if you needed any help with a story Alan. I enjoyed our last session." a young female voice responded. "Hmmm now that is an interesting idea." Alan replied. He appeared to be weighing his options. "Full Edit Mode?" Alan asked. Ruth couldn't really find the will to be interested in all the things Alan was saying to the woman. She heard him say something about "editing", than he was speaking in a low intense voice to the visitor. He seemed to be giving her instructions on how she was to behave. From outside the door Ruth imagined she could hear the other girl happily agreeing to do whatever she was told. For some reason it all seemed distant and unimportant to Ruth. She wanted to get back to the story. She hoped that Alan would give her some ideas on how he wanted to move the story on from here. Finally Alan gestured the young woman into the room. Ruth watched as she crossed near the foot of Ruth's chair to take a seat on the couch. In the dim light, Ruth could just make out that she appeared to be about her age or a year or two older, she was black and quite pretty. As she passed Ruth's reclining form on the lounge chair in its cone of blinding light; her eyes seemed to hungrily scan and devour Ruth. Ruth's brow wrinkled for a moment in confusion. * What a strange way she's looking at me. It's probably just jealousy. She's been here and done this with Alan before, but this time he asked me *. Inwardly she was smug about the fact that she had been chosen for whatever reason. "Ruth I want you to meet Tracie Gault." Alan introduced the young woman. "It's nice to meet you." Ruth managed to say, despite the relaxed lassitude that was still distracting her from everything but the story they'd been working on. Then a thought occurred to her. * Wait a minute.??? there is a Trace Gelt in at least two of Alan's books that have his Dan Dawson character in them! She's the young black archeologist that is always showing up on his trail. She tries to get Dan's help on some crazy project or another. It's obvious though that she just wants to get him back into her bed, like she did in "Kahn's Pride" and "The Aztec Design". * Ruth just had to know. "Are you the inspiration for Trace Gelt?" she asked. "Yes I'm Tra..." Tracie started to say. Alan interrupted before Tracie could finish, "Yes Tracie has helped me in the past and I agreed to let her listen in on our session today. She's agreed to not speak, so as not to disturb the synergy of creative energy we're trying to establish. "Oh well, okay..... that's neat." Ruth was more than willing to ignore Tracie's presence as Alan seemed to want. She totally tuned the girl's presence out and let her attention refocus on Alan's story. "What should happen next? Can you do anything with the ideas I had?" she asked. "Well yes and no. You've given me some wonderful ideas" Alan's mellow voice seemed to stroke her with praise. Just listening to him she could feel her mind leaving all the other details of her life behind again. She laid her head back and let Alan describe some of the plot elements he was still trying to work into the story. He wanted to develop the story line resolving the affects of Roxanne's exposure to the lust potion. Trace Gelt, it turned out, was at the airfield also. She is the only other woman to ever to have been exposed to the drug but not become it's lifetime slave. She knows the cure. Alan had planned for Trace to discover Roxanne's condition and need Dan's help in curing Roxanne. "So I've tried to come up with scenario's where they can find the `cure' in the time they have before morning. It is very important to my later story that this all happen in one night. They can't go looking for some exotic plant in the jungle to cure Roxanne. That would realistically take too long. Maybe you can think of some kind of `cure' for Roxanne's condition that wouldn't require a lot of time to prepare. At the same time it needs to involve Trace and Dan somehow and if possible still lead to a resolution of the sexual tension between Dan and Roxanne." "Do you have an more ideas on how I could possibly accomplish all that?" Alan said with a tone of weary frustration. Resting her head back on the lounge chair's headrest again; Ruth looked up into the lamp and tried to focus on what Alan had told her. She didn't want to disappoint him. It sounded like his Writer's Block was really beginning to bother him. She began to create and discard scenarios in her mind. The creative juices began to flow as she subsumed herself in the fantasy world of Roxanne and Dan and the Jade Oasis again. She mumbled to herself and thought * Well Trace and Roxanne need to meet. Trace needs to know that Roxanne is really.... but I don't want Roxanne to have to.... so it will have to be ... ooo that will be hot.... and if..... the cure? hmmm what could be the cure? Oh!! How about if.... that is so naughty.. hmmm but then that could help resolve.... Yes! Yes I think that might work!!!! * Once again a smile played over her lips as she mentally fleshed out the way she had created to develop the story. `Have you had an idea Ruth?" Alan asked. Ruth could tell from his tone that he believed that she was helping him. She nearly squirmed in happiness, but smothered the reaction. She didn't want him thinking she wasn't mature. * I bet Tracie never helped him this much * she thought with a little pride in herself, and a glance towards Tracie's shadowy form on the couch.. "Yes, I think I have." she paused and savored his name "Alan". "Does it address my problems and involve more interesting action, along the lines of what we've discussed?" "Yes it does." she admitted with less hesitancy and a little more confidence. After all he hadn't been angry about the masturbation scene she had created. He was very open minded and was being very kind to listen to her silly ideas this way. She couldn't wait to tell him what she had come up with. Her mind was still on fire with images and thoughts. It was so strange. She felt like a mind without a body. As she sat on the lounge chair with Alan and Tracie's eyes staring over at her, she felt another wave of relaxation and peace sweep over her. It made it so easy and even pleasurable to block out the distractions. It helped her to let go of herself so that she could help Alan with his story. It was almost like she could escape into Alan's fictional world. "As in fiction, so in life" Alan said quietly. [Roxanne??] [Roxanne!!] a voice seemed to be coming closer, but Roxanne found it difficult to care. Roxanne was still recovering from her terrific orgasm, at her own fingers. Her body was loose and languid as she propped up on the pillows littering her cot. Delicious little shivers were traveling across her naked body. The drug induced heat in her sexual organs seemed to be growing not shrinking though. Roxanne's thoughts were a confused mishmash of worry and erotic fantasies she couldn't control. She stroked her breasts again with her still sticky fingers. She didn't hear the calling voice again, and had just decided she had imagined the whole thing; when her tent flap was thrust open and a young black women in khaki's and field boots rushed into the room and then stood gaping at her. Roxanne tried to get angry or upset but she just couldn't. Her mind was a wild storm of lustful desire. If anything, she was hornier now than before she had masturbated. Thoughts of shame and modesty didn't have any impact with her confused mind. * Sex. I want SEX! I want to have fucking sex! Sex and big fucking orgasms. I've gotta have more sex! God! My whole body is on fucking fire. My clit, my titties, my cunny, everything is just screaming out for satisfaction * she thought desperately. As the young black woman approached her, she could only moan her lust and wantonly continue to stroke and rub her body. "Oh God Miss Starling, Roxanne, I was afraid of this. I overheard Dan telling Koloara you had been exposed to the Mambeezi slave potion. Dan doesn't know what that means, and now he's driven to the local clinic trying to get a sedative for you! My name is Trace, Trace Gelt, I was exposed to the potion myself a few years ago and if a local Healer woman and Dan hadn't helped me I would be in awful shape today. I know what you are..... well going through right now; the lust.. the all consuming need for sex.... the incredible mindless desire to get fucked......ummm and ...well I know the cure for what's happening to you. The adrenaline in your system, while escaping was masking and reducing the drugs affects on you, but now you've entered the second stage. If you don't start orgasming, often and very soon, you will become sexually dysfunctional for the rest of your life and lose your will to live. I've seen what a girl that went that way looked like and it was awful! Your choices are to have an orgy of sex for the next hour until you enter the third stage, or become an emotional and physical cipher, which usually leads to suicide." Trace said as she stood above the erotically writhing woman. She was fighting between a feeling of worry and compassion for this poor girl and a growing desire from observing her obvious sexual charms and need. "I have to leave and get some help" Trace said as she started back towards the exit to the tent. "NO!!!" Roxanne nearly screamed. "Don't leave me like this! Please help me! Ummm Ahhh!! I am SO hot! Please don't leave. You've got help me!" Her eyes raked up and down the slim black girls body and her mind immediately filled with images of her body naked and entwined with her own. She cried out with lust as she imagined sucking the girls nipples and pussy. Nothing was impossible to her now that the drug was fully in control or her emotional, mental and physical reactions. She begged the hesitating girl, "Please, please. help me, don't leave, you can.... you and I can make me orgasm.... you can.... can finger and eat me.... eat me... I'm soooo fucking hot!!!!" Lewdly spreading her legs and stroking her pussy lips she tried with her actions and words to entice Trace to join her on the cot. Trace's eyes seemed to be captured by the lewd flickering movements of Roxanne's fingers on her pussy lips. It was a hypnotic vision. Wrenching her gaze away she took a deep shuddering breath and moistened her dry lips. Stepping to the flap of the tent she called out to one of the local village boys across the compound. In a rapid explosion of words in the local dialect she gave him directions and that sent him running away with a scared expression on his face. Turning back towards Roxanne she tried to control herself. Her own memories of her time under the control of the slave drug were as vivid and real to her as if they had happened yesterday. She knew how much she had changed since that night and she both feared and anticipated that Roxanne would also be a very different young woman before the sun rose again. Unable to control her response to the sexy display before her for one more second; Trace quickly began stripping her clothes off. When she was fully nude she stretched her arms above her head and stood aggressively above the fuck crazed young white girl. Roxanne reached towards her and seemed ready to get up but Trace couldn't hold back any longer. She reached out to push her back on the cot and found her hand pressed against Roxanne's heaving left breast. Roxanne's moans of desire crawled up another notch as she pressed her rigid nipple into Trace's warm palm. Arching her back and reaching for Trace's other hand she brought it firmly to her other breast. Trace wavered for a moment. Should she do this? Even as she worried, her hands were quickly making up her mind for her. Her fingers tweaked and rolled Roxanne's hard rubbery nipples. Her hands went under the mounds and hefted them, massaging their warm firmness and making Roxanne coo and moan with lust. Trace took over. She knew she couldn't shock or scare Roxanne by being to forward, in the state she was in. Trace smiled and licked her lips. Since her own exposure she had become a much more sexual creature. Her desires and sexual needs were so great, in fact, that they often scared off her partners. They just couldn't keep up with her. She didn't have to worry about that with Roxanne. Grabbing Roxanne's legs behind the knees she pushed the girls legs back and made sure that Roxanne took hold of them. Gazing down into the girls glistening pussy, she lowered her body onto the cot until her lips were inches from her goal. She felt her own juices begin to warm and moisten her slit as she examined the auburn hair and soft silky petals of Roxanne's cunt. With a moan of appreciation, for the beauty and erotic sensuality of a pussy eager for her attention, she extended her tongue and dove in. Trace's tongue flickered here and there spreading the dew and opening the fleshy flower before her. Pointing her tongue tip like a soft swab she drew it up and down first the left and then the right side of Roxanne's labial cleft. Roxanne quivering body and mindless moans told her she was on the right track. With her fingers she gently spread Roxanne's outer lips. Looking on the wetness and coral pink inner lips, Trace growled like a starving panther. Pressing forward again she drew her tongue from just above Roxanne's anus all the way to the folds above her clit. Batting at the folds with her tongue tip and using her long red nails she slowly uncovered the bud of flesh. >From Roxanne came a grunt as she held her breath. Blowing across the bud Trace imagined she could see it growing and throbbing with every sexy beat of Roxanne's heart. Extending her tongue again, Trace reached up with her hands and cruelly gripped the girls breasts. Faster than Roxanne could believe Trace's lips captured her clit and began to suck and savagely lick it. Roxanne felt the pleasure in her body squeezed down to a fiery point that exploded across her body making her vibrate with her passion. She grunted. She mewled and panted. She surrendered her rational self to sensation. Licking her lips and arching her back she could look down to see all of Trace's sweet nude body. The visual stimulation of watching the head moving and the tongue flickering over her sex added a hot new dimension to the experience for Roxanne. Trace's dark coffee colored skin was a vivid contrast to the pale skin of her thighs. Roxanne jerked and moaned as her most recent orgasm passed. Trace didn't seem inclined to slow down. Placing her hands on Trace's head Roxanne caressed her silky hair and pressed, the obviously aroused black woman's mouth, deeper into her vibrating center. A glorious heat wave of pleasure saturated her senses after the orgasm. As soon as it had passed Roxanne wanted more! Trace brought her fingers to play. Her right ring finger slipped into Roxanne's tight pink slit and began a lazy fucking motion. Even as Trace's tongue continued its oral worship, she added her pinky into the mix. When both fingers were slick and sticky she removed the pinky from Roxanne's cunt and began applying the sticky sweetness to her tightly clenched anal ring. Roxanne came a second time when Trace slid the slippery finger into her tight ass, while adding a second finger into her cunt. Trace felt the spasms sweep through Roxanne again and felt her own clit and pussy swelling with arousal. Without breaking her contact with Roxanne's pussy she reversed her body and straddled the rich white girls head on the cot. "Eat me Roxanne! Lick my wet pussy! I'm going to go crazy if I don't cum too, and we can't interrupt your `treatment' ". Roxanne almost found it within herself to disobey. Looking up into the puffy lips of another woman's sex she almost questioned what she was doing. As it came down and settled hot and wet against her mouth though she totally forget her reservations. Her tongue licked the first of Trace's fluids from her lips. Trace, at the same time, renewed her oral and finger attack on Roxanne's pussy and ass. In a brief second Roxanne decided she liked the taste and look of Trace's sex. She extended her tongue and delighted in the sensory deluge. She could taste the sweet creamy fluid and she liked it. She could smell a musky odor that made her breath quicken and her senses reel. She could feel the heat of Trace's skin, the silky smoothness where Trace was shaved, the exotic feel of licking her tongue across and then into another woman's most private parts caused her to cum again. Trace ground her pussy on to Roxanne's face as she heard and felt another erotic tremor pass across Roxanne's enflamed body. She groaned out in sweet appreciation as Roxanne began to lick and suck her cunny in fevered lust. Trace grunted with each new attack. Reaching up to her tits with her cum slick fingers she twisted and stroked her tits as Roxanne slurped, licked and sucked at her hot sex. "Um yes tongue me like that you horny little bitch. Stab you sweet little tongue up my hot cunt. Lick my clitty. Lick it and make love to it with your lips. OOOooooo Unh Unh Oh Yeah Oh Yeah". She let Roxanne work on her technique for several minutes before shifting her hips. She dropped a hand back to Roxanne's slit and was quickly fucking three fingers into the girl with a pounding rhythm. By shifting her hips Trace had presented Roxanne with the second most erogenous area of her body. Her ass. Roxanne was far too gone to care what she was doing. Seeing Trace's flexing anus pink and perfect before her she slid two fingers into Trace's cunt; used the other hand to hold Trace's ass cheeks apart and drilled her tongue into her first ass. Her probing, licking and finger stroking soon had Trace exploding with a terrific orgasm. Roxanne felt the clenching spasms of Trace's cum through her tongue as it darted into and out of the girls backside like a mini-cock. She couldn't think of anything she would ever enjoy more. Trace's orgasm and wild yell's of passion, combined with the finger fucking of Roxanne's cunt, to drive Roxanne to yet another mind numbing orgasm. She had barely recovered her breath when a noise at the tent flap, caused Trace to scurry to the tent opening. Roxanne watched Trace's slim form disappear in the darkness near the flap. She fingered herself as she fantasized about more sex with the beautiful black woman. After a few whispered words at the door, Trace returned to the cot and set down a large leather suitcase. Roxanne assumed that the local boy had returned with the things Trace had demanded earlier. She was right, but she couldn't have imagined that Trace would pull the items from the bag that she did. With a look of pure eroticism that sent a thrilling spike of fear and pleasure through Roxanne's body; Trace started removing an erotic toy collection from the bag. There were vibrators of every shape and size. Fat black, white, pink and neon orange dildos. Creams, lotions, and tubes of jelly joined the growing pile beside the bed. Roxanne didn't even recognize the purpose of some of the items. * Was that a butt plug? Maybe that was a two headed dildo? She'd heard of those. But what was that string with the golden marbles on it for?..... Jeezus what are all the straps on the dildo for? Could a woman wear that thing and Oh my Lord!!! * She didn't have to wait long. Trace was driven by her need to keep Roxanne cumming for her health. She was also horny as hell, and couldn't wait to drive Roxanne further into mindless orgasms. She planned on having some fun too! "On your knees Miss Starling. Your course of sexual education and treatment is about to be accelerated". Trace said in a dominating tone that she knew Roxanne would not be able to resist. Trace arranged the instruments she wanted to use. Before going to work on Roxanne, she placed two large Benwa balls at the entrance to her own slit and slipped their cool metal smoothness up into her heated inner areas. A large black vibrator on full power followed them and cunning little rubber bands held it in place. She nearly came each time the vibrator struck the chimes in the magic balls deep in her body. Roxanne was heavily in heat. She was beyond asking for more sexual pleasure. Only mindless moans of need escaped her lips like steam from a broken boiler. She groaned and presented her backside to Trace's talented hands as erotically as she could. She tried to hold back but couldn't when a large flesh colored dildo penetrated and stretched the walls of her contracting pussy. She cried out in ecstasy. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful as the hard rubber ridges penetrating her, glistening with her juices. She had barely recovered from the first intrusion when the second occurred. The tip of an aerosol bottle was inserted past her clenched anal ring. Before she could do more than register the presence a trigger was pressed and her butt was blasted full of gooey slick jelly. Trace pulled the tip out and made sure to spray an additional coating onto the skin of Roxanne's outer anal tissue. Moving quickly she slipped her longest, thinnest pink vibrator into Roxanne's butt. With slow pressure and a gentle in and out motion she soon had seven inches of it buried in Roxanne's grasping ass. The vibration of thin vibrator combined deliciously with the pressure of the thick dildo. Trace experienced a delicious orgasm as the BenWa Balls danced within her. Her wrist began to move the dildo in spreading Roxanne's auburn rimmed cunny. Hot sucking noises and erotic squishing sounds filled the tent as Trace fucked the girl. They kept it up for fifteen or more minutes. Roxanne gulped air. She whined her orgasms. She cried her orgasms. She screamed her orgasms into the cot. Trace danced around the helpless younger girl. She stroked Roxanne's dildo. She stroked the vibrator into and out of her butt. She twisted Roxanne's nipples and cruelly abused her hard little clit. She masturbated herself and fed the sticky wet spend directly into Roxanne's drooling mouth. She had Roxanne's suck and lick a golden vibrator till it was slick with her saliva. Trace then shoved it up her own ass with a yelp or pleasure and pain. Finally Trace flipped Roxanne onto her back. She pulled the dildo and vibrator out of the girl and tossed them carelessly on the floor. Picking up a pink neon double headed dildo she sprayed it with baby oil. She jammed of the two inch thick implement into her own slit and lowering her body slid the other end into Roxanne's flexing wet hole. Spraying both of their bodies with the oil they looked like shiny plastic pink and black sex toys themselves. Roxanne quickly figured out the best motion to fuck and be fucked with the toy. She embraced her lover and lewdly sank her tongue into the beautiful black woman's mouth. She pinched her own nipples and then pulled and worked on Trace's. She stroked her clit and when that made her orgasm she transferred her fingers to Trace's clit. She shoved two fingers into her ass and two fingers into Trace's. She wallowed in orgasm after mind blowing orgasm and her mind and personality were reformed in the heat of her new sexual being. She and Trace collapsed onto each other. Roxanne could feel the difference as the terrible passion that had been driving her finally started to recede. Even in her exhausted and befuddled state Trace also recognized that stage two of the Mambeezi lust potion had finally been passed. The question on Trace's mind was what she was supposed to do now. Neither woman was prepared when Dan suddenly burst into the room. He was dressed in bush clothing and covered with the dust and sweat of his rushed trip to the local clinic. "Oh my fucking Christ!!! Roxanne! Trace! What the hell are you doing???" The women had no time to react. They were both in a groggy haze of lust from all the orgasms and effort they had expended. Words of explanation and coherent thought were beyond them. Raising a needle in the air, Dan quickly gave Roxanne an injection. Refilling the needle from a tiny clear vial he then gave the gasping Trace an injection before she could protest. Both of the girl's eyes became glassy and fixed. Their breathing became shallow and all ability to think and reason seemed to drift out of their limp bodies like a mist. "Revision mode" Alan said from the corner of the room, interrupting the story. To be continued:::::::::::::::::::::::::: -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /