Message-ID: <3804eli$9709062212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Subject: [NEW]"Writer's Block" 3/3 by MC Woodsmoke (mc FFM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Auth: c21a9d544a834b85c8990413 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5ur09n$nh9$3@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 3: Proof Reading, Revisions, Conclusion (MFF) Alan dropped the needle and vial into a special drawer in his desk. Turning back to the tableau of Ruth and Tracie he had to congratulate himself. Both of the nude young women glistened with the oils that Tracie had rubbed on their bodies. Reacting to his trigger phrase and the injection he had given them; they were in a receptive trance state that surpassed anything a simple hypnotist could imagine. They literally had no wills with which to conceive of denying him anything he wanted. On top of this they were feeling a psychotic need to believe and trust his every word. Sitting with their legs spread and wet crotches on easy display they had no concerns, no inhibitions, no desires. . They were empty vessels which his simple hypnotism had given structure. That structure was that they imagine and accept any fictional scenario that he fed to them as being real. He had made new sexy, personalities for both of them. Tracie had long ago joined his fictional harem. She, like Ruth Ann, had accepted the drugged coffee he offered. She had returned to his office and under the growing affects of the drug from the coffee and the additional drink he offered; sank into a deep hypnotic trance. The drug had the wonderful affect of increasing trust and imaginative abilities. Two things that a hypnotist, such as himself depended on. No hypnotist could make a subject do anything without trust. The subconscious only allowed itself to be manipulated and thereby affect the conscious mind if the subconscious trusted the hypnotist and accepted the commands and programming it was given. Trust and the ability to imagine, vividly, the change or affect that the hypnotist was trying to accomplish, was they key to the spectacular results that Alan could achieve with his subjects. With the drug that the he had discovered while researching one of his first books in New Guinea, he had bypassed the need to enjoin genuine trust. He no longer had to rely on the imaginative abilities of his subjects. Once the drug had smashed down their cares, inhibitions and beliefs it left them in a state were they could imagine in great detail and accept any action or scenario he described to them. Standing before the glassy eyed Ruth Ann he rubbed his thumb across her kiss bruised lips. Her breathing increased in depth, her pussy began to flow with wetness and her nipples immediately hardened in response to his presence. A programmed response that she would have for the rest of her life. Pulling down the zipper of his pants he worked his fat hard cock out. It had been difficult watching Ruth and Tracie going at it like Lesbian whores without spilling his load. Even with his jaded tastes and perverse experience it was still a thrill to have watched the innocent red-head eating her first pussy and fucking herself into unconsciousness with the selection of toys he had made available to Tracie "Tracie" he called addressing the attentive but stoned looking young black women. "You have done a fine job of helping me. Trace is exactly as she should be. She is exactly in character. She is vibrant, intelligent, hot and horny. She wants Dan, above all other men, but will fuck or suck any man or woman that she is interested in. You remember everything we have talked about in our discussions about who and what Trace Gault is don't you?" "Yeeeetthhh." the one time fan lisped. The drug was in full control of all her upper brain functions. Her previous sessions with Alan had left her totally programmed to his verbal queues. "Revision Mode" left her receptive and eager for any new instructions and gave her a gloriously pleasurable feeling when she reviewed and indoctrinated herself with all of Alan's previous commands. She trusted Alan implicitly. Anything he said or told her was the absolute truth. She had no doubts or qualms about doing anything that Alan ordered her to do or be. "You will continue to desire Dan, You will find you have a obsessive desire to pleasure and serve Roxanne. You will continue with the current Jade Oasis scenario just as I have discussed with you. We will bring Roxanne through stage three and complete her training. Take me in your mouth, as Tracie, and renew your dedication to Dan Dawson as Trace" he commanded. Tracie switched mental gears. She was no longer Tracie Gelt. That person was fading away. A distant memory. She no longer remembered anything about her job as a secretary. She had full details of her life as a archeologist at her fingertips. She remembered with pleasure every moment she had spent with Dan. Her eyes fixed on the thick cable of meat swinging before her. * She loved Dan's thick hot cock. She couldn't wait another moment to taste and drink it in with all her senses. * With a moan of joy Trace gripped her Lover's prick with one hand and pointed its shiny hard knob at her waiting lips. She kissed it. She licked it. She drew it along her cheeks. She buried her nose in his balls and let his musk suffuse her senses. She tasted his cum and imprinted every sensory memory she could capture upon her very soul. This man. This cock. This sperm. This feel, taste, and sensation was the definition of who and what mattered in her world. Just as Dan had commanded all those months ago she imagined herself as obsessed with and dedicated to the pleasure and fulfillment that only Dan could give her. She believed. She re-embraced herself. She was Trace Gault. Stretching her lips to their fullest extension, she painfully forced five inches of Dan's manhood into her eager mouth and came. "Mmmmmm unnnhhh unnhhhh yyyyyynnnhhh" Tracie whinnied on the prick straining her jaw muscles. Her body shook with the power and intensity of her orgasm. She imagined it was better than any other orgasm she had ever experienced. (therefore it was). She imagined it went on and on and brought her to plateau's of pleasure she could only dream of with other lovers (and that became the truth too). Alan slowly worked Tracie's sucking mouth off his rod. At her mewling protest he snapped his fingers and replied "Watch, Listen, Revise as necessary". Like a puppet with her strings cut Tracie fell back to her seated position beside the naked girl she had so recently been ravishing. She appeared to be asleep but she was actually paying such intense attention to Alan and Ruth Ann that she could have told Alan the number of freckles on Ruth's right shoulder or how many breaths Alan took each minute. Alan sat beside the nude Ruth Ann. He cupped her chin with one hand and stroked her slippery left breast with the other. Bringing her head around till her ear was beside his mouth he gave her the details of the next chapter of the story. Roxanne and Dan were finally going to consummate their relationship and Roxanne would get the special cure that would bind her to Dan for the rest of her life; the same cure that Dan had given Trace. He made sure that the drug was keeping Ruth in the state he needed her in. He repeatedly reviewed her programming. All her hypnotic triggers. The details of her personality when she was Roxanne Starling. Her ability to build on the story details he gave her until she could enter the fictional world he had created, ignoring the reality around her. Her ability to ignore anything that he told her to ignore while she was Ruth Ann. The fact she had been naked and fingering her own pussy when Trace had first entered the office would never occur to her. When he was ready he backed away from both the reviving girls. The drugs affects were already wearing off. His commands placed deep in each of the girls psyches while under the drugs influence would not fade. >From the darkness he commanded Tracie to resume the position she and Ruth had been in when he had interrupted the action with the `Revision Mode'. Tucking his still hard cock back into his pants he backed away from the two girls. From the darkness he gave them their triggers. "Revision mode complete". They were now Trace and Roxanne again and would not remember anything that happened during that period. To them nothing had happened since Dan had entered the room and injected their pleasure sated bodies. ------------------------------------ Trace managed to lift her body up off of Roxanne. Turning to Dan she asked, "What the heck was that?" referring to the shot he'd given her. Dan towered over her, anger and confusion written on his face. "It was just a little sedative to calm Roxanne down. It looked to me like you could use some too." Turning his body so he wasn't staring at Roxanne's still naked form, he tried to lower his voice enough so that only Trace would hear him. "Just what the fuck do you think you were doing with her. Christ Trace, I know you have a big sexual appetite but she's only nineteen and this really doesn't seem like the right time to be seducing her when her parents are on there way here right NOW!" * God she wanted this man * Trace thought. Roxanne was stirring finally on the cot. Raising herself up and looking towards them. Her eyes were no longer filled with the mindless lusts of before. Confusion and the first signs of shame and fear were beginning to grip the poor girl. This told Trace that the third stage of the drugs affects was about to begin. It was the trickiest and most dangerous part of the drugs impact. Trace was frustrated and pleased that Dan had made it here. Frustrated because she knew to get his cooperation she was going to have to explain things to him that she had wanted to remain a secret. Pleased because without him Roxanne would soon have been in a very bad way. Trace slipped her shirt on. It covered her down to below her hips. Pulling a light blanket off a chest near the door. Trace threw it to Roxanne. The girl immediately pulled it around herself to hide her naked state. Her eyes kept drifting to the floor. She seemed afraid to look at either Dan or Trace. Afraid to see the revulsion and disgust she assumed were in their eyes. She remembered everything she and Trace had done and more specifically that Dan had witnessed her slutty lesbian behavior. Pointing to a chair beside the cot Trace said to Dan in an imperious voice, "Sit down, shut up and listen. I have some things to tell both of you, and we don't have much time" "Trace just who the hell do you think......" Dan started to raise his voice in protest. "SHUT UP!" she screamed directly into the mans face. * God what she wouldn't give for the time to take this man somewhere and drain his fucking cum ten times * "Sit the hell down and don't say another word or I'm going to put a bullet in you!" Trace's eyes and tone didn't leave much doubt that she was stone cold serious. Dan sat. Roxanne shifted away from his presence, her attention was focused on Trace, hoping for any explanation for what was happening to her. She thought for a second that she smelled something. Her eyes flicked towards Dan and then away. She licked her lips and had the disconcerting feeling that she needed something. "This is a review so everyone pay attention." Trace commanded both of their eyes to pay attention to what she was saying. "Roxanne was given the Mambeezi lust potion. Dan, you don't know what that means so don't pop off until I tell you some things. The potion has three stages. Stage one is a loss of self and a surrender to sensation. Stage two is a period of unbelievable sexual need, if the victim is not pleasured to orgasm repeatedly during this period, they go insane. They lose all will to live. They become ciphers... vegetables.... and they usually suicide, eventually." Addressing Dan directly Trace said, "I was given the potion myself about two years ago. You may remember a certain night when you and I had our first sexual encounter. A local female Aba woman found me in the throes of the first stage when I managed to escape the lone warrior who'd drugged me. She got me through the second stage in roughly the same manner in which I just pulled Roxanne through." Trace's eyes slid to Roxanne's. She smiled at the young girl. Roxanne, started to look away and then shook herself. The time for childishness was past. After what she and Trace had been through; after what they had experienced together she could not deny her. Maybe the drug had been driving her, but that didn't make the passion and pleasure that Trace had given to her any less real. She couldn't lie to herself. She had enjoyed the sexual obsession and the powerful orgasms more than any event in her life. She owed Trace her sanity and she admitted to herself that she would probably always be sexually attracted to Trace. Trace watched the rich young woman come to grips with what they had done. When Roxanne finally looked Trace in the eye and nodded her head and smiled. Trace knew that Roxanne had come to terms with her actions, and the bond that now existed between them. Internally this pleased Trace a great deal. So admitted to herself that she was still very attracted to the pretty young woman. She wouldn't mind a second or third chance to drive the girl wild or be pleasured by her. Images of Roxanne's pale pink slit and the sounds she had made when cumming still rolled pleasurably through Trace's mind. Roxanne licked her lips again. A uncomfortable need seemed to be settling on her body. She didn't feel very good. Addressing them both Trace said, "Here comes the bad part. Stage three." Turning to Dan she said, "Dan you got me through stage three and you didn't even know it. I set you up with the help of the Aba woman. She gave me a potion to drive you wild with desire for me and I got what I needed to survive the third stage. Sperm and lots of it." Laying a hand on Roxanne's shoulder, Trace tried to explain what had to be done with as much compassion as possible. "During this stage, you get the hunger. You will have to have male cum. You will become wild and demented in your pursuit of it. Unfortunately in this case a little would be worse than none. If King Zumum had you right now he would make sure that you were tied and helpless. When the need was in total control of your body he would make sure you got just the barest taste of his diseased seed. When the stage finally passed you would be an addict to his sperm for the rest of your life. You would do anything he said for a taste and just the odor of his sperm would drive you into a sexual frenzy. The problem isn't getting you a lot of sperm it's getting a lot of sperm from one source." "Oh my fucking Lord" Dan seemed to be getting the point. "Shut up Dan, if you don't have anything useful to add, keep quiet" Trace ignored the wide eyed man and directed her attention to Roxanne again. She didn't miss the fact that Roxanne seemed agitated and her tongue seemed to be permanently licking her lips now. "It wouldn't help for me to get ten guys to shoot cum in a cup for you. You would just end up addicted to ten men instead of one. The idea is to get you so much of one man's sperm during the stage that you only end up with a controllable desire for him. That's what I managed to accomplish with studly here. I still want him and I can't honestly say that any man excites me the way he does but I can live without him and find pleasure in other's arms, as we just so amply proved." Trace found and held Roxanne's eyes trying to give her the strength to accept what they had to do. Reaching into her bag of toys, Trace removed a mason jar with some reddish fluid in the bottom. "Here Dan drink this. You'll need it and she'll need you to have taken it". "Wait just a second... " Dan seemed ready to argue. He stood and began to wave a hand. "Don't I get any say in this?". Both Trace and Roxanne answered at the same time, "No!" and then they shared a smile. "Do you want me to leave, Roxanne? I can be just outside. Or I can go to my tent." Trace knelt before the increasingly jittery girl. Roxanne thought for just a few seconds. It was getting harder and harder to think though. Now that she knew what she needed, it was crowding all other thoughts out of her mind. A fire had started in her head and was spreading to every nerve ending in her body. She knew total certainty that the only cure was Cum!. Thick gobs of it. Yummy creamy salty tart Sperm. Gooey thick musky male cream of man. She had to have it! Reason left the building. The rules no longer applied. She would do whatever she had to, to get what she needed. Trace leaving or staying didn't really matter to her anymore, accept as it applied to her getting more Cum! Tossing the blanket from her she stood up in shameless naked glory. "You stay" she said to Trace. "You drink" she ordered Dan. She kissed Dan with a ferocious hunger and used her tongue to search ever corner of his mouth. When she didn't find what she needed she began to lick and kiss her way down his body. She sniffed powerfully. Her sensitivity to the odor she wanted already skyrocketing. Dan drank and Trace quickly moved to strip off his clothes. Trace soon had his dick out of his boxers and bobbing before his naked body. Sinking to her knees before Dan's prick Roxanne's eyes widened with amazement. "You sucked, that thing?" she asked Trace wonder evident in her voice. Trace rubbed her bare breasts against Dan's back as her hands came around and began to stroke his monster prick with both hands. She had very fond memories of it. Ten inches long and two and a half inches across. It was impressive. She answered Roxanne's question. "Never all of it, but it fits surprisingly well in other places. Besides you don't have to swallow it to make him cum. Danny boy here just loves to have his pecker licked and stroked. You lick. I'll stroke." Roxanne went to work. At the first taste of Dan's cock she almost passed out in pleasure. When she finally got her first drop of pre-cum into her mouth she moaned and fingered herself. A terrific orgasm swept through her. She quickly worked out the rhythm with Trace. Her tongue and lips glided up and down the sides of Dan's magnificent stalk. Her mouth seemed to be salivating at an incredible rate. She coated him in her shiny spit and then licked it up again. Traces fingers gripped and slid up and down the length or Dan. She worked him up over four minutes. When she thought he was ready, she warned Roxanne. Roxanne was fully in the grip of the addictive compulsion for male sperm. She was mindlessly talking to Dan's cock and begging it to reward her with what she wanted. She had enough intelligence left that when Trace told her that Dan was close she did her best to get him into her mouth. She didn't want to miss a drop. Stretching her lips she got Dan's fat plum colored tip into her mouth. Her tongue swirled madly. Ignoring the pain she jerked her head forward in little motions until a full four inches were past her lips. Trace wet a finger in her crotch and then slid it into Dan's ass to massage his prostate. Bucking his hips he let loose his cum with a terrific cry of release. Roxanne drank every delicious drop. * Trace was right. She would always want more of this, no matter how much she got *. Immediately she wanted more. She had to have it. Her hand came up and started a perfect imitation of the stroking motion that Trace had used. Even Dan had an amazed look on his face as his prick re-inflated with hot blood. "Again!" Roxanne demanded. This time she stroked and sucked Dan's cock by herself. Trace knelt down behind her body as it nearly vibrated with her need. In time to the lewd and lusty sucking noises that Roxanne was making; Trace fingered and stroked the young girls pussy. Catching Dan's eyes she made a lewd show of stroking Roxanne's enflamed clit. Trace rolled the girls pink nipples between her fingers making the rigid and shiny. She extended her tongue and licked Roxanne's body from the base of her neck to the cleft of her ass. If Roxanne hadn't believed that Dan was excited and therefore more likely to cum faster by watching this erotic vision, she would have stopped Trace. The orgasms she experienced were terrific but nothing mattered more than getting more of Dan's cum. Dan came again. Roxanne was a wild animal gulping and vacuuming up each drop she could get. It seemed to her that Dan's second cum had been twice as large and even better tasting and more wonderful than the first. "Again?!!!" she said stroking for all she was worth and pleased to see Dan's length raising to the challenge again. "Ooo fer Fuck's sake use a little imagination" Trace complained in a laughing tone. "Fuck her Dan. In case you don't remember, I ate every load you gave me that night whether it was in my mouth, pussy or ass. She won't miss a drop regardless. You might as well make her enjoy it.". "NOW!! GIVE ME MORE CUM!!" Roxanne cried concerned only with her own needs. Dan picked her up off the floor with his powerful arms. He laid her on the large leather couch. Roxanne couldn't remember when the couch had entered the tent, but then she remembered it wasn't a couch it was a large pile of crates and tenting cloth shaped like a couch. Pushing back Roxanne's knee's, Dan fit just the tip of his cock into her opening. He entered her as slowly as he could. Inch by inch he sank his prick into her hot wet pussy. It was tough going but Roxanne's moans of delight encouraged him to give her as much as she could take. At six inches he stopped. Reaching between their bodies he stroked her exposed clit, gently with his thumb. She came. Her screams of pleasure were cut off as Trace mounted Roxanne's body and sat her hot black quim down over her girlfriends mouth. Leaning towards Dan, Trace twisted and rubbed her own nipples. Delicious explosions of pleasure charged through her body. Roxanne's tongue was driving her wild. "Fuck her Dan, she needs you to cum! Fill her full of your hot jism." Trace begged and moaned directly into Dan's mouth. Easing his weight back, Dan began a slow fucking motion. The heat and exquisite tightness of Roxanne's sheath were incredible. He could feel every inch of her juicy snatch sucking and pulling at the sensitive tissue around the rim of his cock. Trace turned lusty cheerleader and whispered horny encouragement in his ear. "Oooh Baby isn't that a sweet hot little pussy? Don't you just love fucking the tight little cunt? Ummmm Roxy baby has her hot little tongue buried in my snatch. Rrrhgggg and ooooo now our little honey girl is licking my asshole. Doesn't that make you hot? Give her a big load of cum! In and out. In and out. Fuck her sweet honey hole. Cum Dan! Cum up her hot pussy." With a grunt of release, Dan let his sperm erupt form his cock. The juice Trace had given him was working overtime. His usual output wasn't doubled or tripled it had to be ten times the largest spray he had ever produced. He came for what seemed like twenty seconds. "Unnnnnnhhhhhh Ahhhhhh URRRRR rrrrgggggggggg". Trace quickly got out of the way. It probably hurt, but Roxanne managed to pull Dan's log out of her orgasming pussy in time to catch the majority of his cream on her tits. She stroked him like a farmer getting milk from a cow. Each powerful stroke adding another jet of sticky white fluid to the mass filling her cleavage. Dan finally stopped. Roxanne pigged out on cum. With greedy fingers she scooped and licked up every drop. Trace's fingers went into Roxanne's still contracting twat and scooped out the cum that had flowed there. She carefully fed these sticky streamers to Roxanne even as Roxanne was gobbling up the mess on her breasts. When almost every drop had been consumed, Trace licked a tiny bit off her own hand. She felt an erotic heat pass through her that reminded her how much she loved Dan's sperm herself. At Roxanne's reproachful look she said "You want more, he's got more, don't be greedy, don't waste time. Make him cum again. Don't worry he'll have that much or more ready for you in about five minutes." "I want more cum!" Roxanne snarled at them both, then a sneaky look crossed her face. Grabbing Trace by the arm she nearly threw her onto her knees on the crates. Directing Dan she yelled. "Fuck her! Fuck her hot brown slit till you cum. Fill her sweet cunny with your Your nnnnhhhh your fucking cream". She quickly positioned the man behind Trace's body and nearly pushed his prick into the girl. Roxanne had a plan for making Dan cum as quickly as possible. Trace's hot pussy would stroke his rod and Roxanne would entertain him with an erotic show. Dan grabbed hold of Trace's hips and slowly plowed into the older girls hot wet folds. Trace groaned in mindless pleasure and lowered her head to ease the entrance of the giant stalk. It filled her and thrilled every erotic sense in her body. She still didn't understand why Roxanne wanted her to be on the receiving end of such a glorious fucking, but she wasn't going to argue. As Dan began to pump she came almost immediately. It was a small one but she knew that if she could get Dan to fill her with his scalding hot fuck cream that she would lose her mind with pleasure. Roxanne snatched up two of the vibrators from the floor. Turning them both on she began to dance erotically before Dan's unbelieving eyes. Roxanne slipped the first vibrator down her body, between her firm breasts and directly onto her clit. She slowly sawed the buzzing wand back and forth across the fleshy nugget. Arching her hips and bending her knees she made sure that Dan could see every horny movement. "Watch me Dan. I'm not a child. I'm a horny fucking woman. I'm a slut bitch with nothing on her mind but CUM. Give me your cum you horny fucker. Shoot your hot cum up Trace's hot wet slit. You know you want to watch me lick it out. You can watch me suck all that thick cream right out of her pussy." The first vibrator entered her cunny and she groaned and shook her whole body in an erotic dance. Turning away from Dan, Roxanne bent at the waist. The taut cheeks of her ass quivered and she alternated bending each knee making her cheeks bounce and grind. She looked back at him past the hand pumping the vibrator into her sex. She licked her lips and waggled her tongue at him. Lifting the second vibrator to her lips she gave it a slow sexy blowjob. Dan's hips started shooting forward pounding at least nine inches into Trace's body. His eyes never missed a single motion of Roxanne's show. Trace was so turned on she couldn't do anything but grunt into the couch and drool. She'd never taken this much of Dan's length. The tip of his cock was pounding painfully at her cervix. If not for the incredible pleasure emanating from her clit and the burning friction in her pussy she would have been crying in pain. Instead her mind was buried in a white cloud of joyous sensation. "Watch me Dan. See what I've become. I'll do anything for you. Anything if you'll just cum for me". Roxanne panted with honest desire. She twirled her tongue around the second vibrator one last time, leaving it shiny with her spit. Reaching back, she quickly lined it up with her flexing asshole and shoved it in. She arched her hips in Dan's direction and shock her stuffed holes at him. "Ummmmm this Cum-slut has both her holes filled." Making sure to catch Dan's eyes with hers she said "Don't I deserve something in reward Dan? You know what I want! Give it to me." She could see he was aching to deliver. Grabbing the base of both vibrators she began to slam fuck herself. First front, then back and then again, and again faster and faster. Finally she drove her self to another orgasm. Releasing the vibrators she clenched her ass and pussy down on them holding them in place. Rushing to Dan she clung to him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as her cries of pleasure escaped her. Dan came. He filled Trace's pussy until it overflowed and began to squirt out onto her thighs. Trace exploded with her orgasm. Screams and yips of pleasure, grew and grew and then petered off as she passed out from the mind blowing experience. Roxanne went to work. Pulling Dan out of Trace's sucking cunt she fell onto his prick. Like a ravenous animal she licked and sucked his prick, balls and thighs clean of every ounce of sperm. She was happy to see while sucking him, that he was able to become erect again. Grabbing the unconscious Trace, Roxanne carelessly flipped her onto her back. She regarded her oozing pussy like a smorgasbord made up just with her in mind. Diving tongue first into Trace's sticky cummy. crotch, Roxanne wasted just enough time to order Dan to get behind her and start fucking her again. She didn't want to waste anytime getting his next load while she ate this one. An incongruous thought passed through her sex addled mind. She hoped that when her parents came to get her in the morning that she would be able to walk. She drilled her tongue into Trace and swallowed another large dollop of sperm mixed with Trace's creamy pussy juice. She was Roxanne Starling. She was a beautiful rich young white woman. She had been captured by Mambeezi warriors while on safari in deepest Africa. Dan Dawson had saved her but not before she was given the awful lust potion. All the details surrounding the experience she'd lived through before and since were vivid and complete in her mind. No doubts. No concerns. She was Roxanne Starling. She hoped Dan would cum again soon. ---------------------------- As Alan began to fuck Ruth Ann's pussy for the second time, he considered his options. He so enjoyed his Writer's blocks. Other authors he had heard were scared to death of them. Not him. He wrapped his hands in Roxanne's long auburn hair and listened to the sound of her slurping tongue eating his spunk out of Tracie's squishy quim. He had another twenty or thirty minutes of Roxanne's stage three to enjoy. Looking at Ruth's winking asshole he thought about taking the cherry of her ass. He decided to wait. There would be time. Ruth would be here in his office or at his home, as often as he required. Roxanne the character that he had created and Ruth had supplied the details to was complete. Roxanne would meet Dan many more times in his stories. Each time she would be ready and eager to fuck and suck the man who had saved her with his cum. Dan liked the Roxanne character. He picked up speed, and enjoyed a thrill of power and control. He continued to fuck his prick deeper and deeper into Ruth's willing hole. Her cunt was gripping him marvelously despite her split attention. * I wonder if Roxanne (or do I mean Ruth Ann), has any sisters that might find themselves in Africa? I've enjoyed this little twosome. Maybe I'll introduce Roxanne to Anwa my Egyptian prostitute character or Sue Lin the Chinese bush pilot character. Hmmm!! * To Dr. Prestor the beauty of his arrangement was in the simplicity. Just like her sister Hypno slaves, Ruth wouldn't remember her time as Roxanne. He'd give her one more injection and run a last comprehensive hypnotic session. Trace would have her programming renewed. Roxanne would get the full treatment. He would set up the memory blocks. He would give her the instructions that would insure that Ruth Ann Sawyer would check in periodically with him. For as long as he wanted she would be just a phrase away. As in Fiction ... 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