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Let's see if it gets through this time... BEGIN --- CUT HERE --- Cut Here --- cut here --- The following is a new story I have just written. I hope you like it.

If you are under the legal age of consent, or object to explicit sexual material, please stop reading now. If said material is illegal in your area, please stop reading now.

All characters in this work are fictional, and any resemblence to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Tape Slaves

---------------------------Part I---------------------------

Chapter 1
The Initiation

"Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows."

"You are free and that is why you are lost."

Gina Robinson was a freshman at Falcon Hill High School. A pretty girl of fourteen with a waifish figure, long blonde hair that hung to her waist, wide green eyes which gave her an childish, innocent looking face, she was somewhat shy and had not yet made any new friends since starting high school. Her father, a vice president of a large telecommunications company, had recently been transferred with his family to southern California and she missed her old friends. One day, about a month into the school year some girls approached her after one of her classes.
"Hi. You're Gina, right?" one of them asked her.
"Yes, that's right."
"Hi. I'm Hannah." Hannah was a small redhead with a glowing smile and freckles dotting her smooth, pale skin on her arms and face.
The other girl said, "I'm Irene." Irene was a tall, thin woman, about 5' 11", with olive skin, a slightly large nose, and dark, wavy hair. She was about the same age as Gina, perhaps a year younger than her companion."We haven't seen you around before."
"I just started here last month," Gina replied.
"Would you like to have lunch with us?"
"Sure.."

The three girls started hanging out together after that. Gina learned that Hannah and Irene had been friends since the first grade. Gina could tell that they knew each other intimately, that they could almost read each other's minds. They appeared to have no secrets from each other, or it seemed, from Gina. One day, about a week after they first had lunch together, they went to Hannah's house after school and sat in her room, talking.
"Gina, would you do me a favor?" asked Hannah.
"What's that?"
"Listen to this tape and tell me what you think." Hannah pulled a small walkman tape player out of her gym bag and gave it to Gina. "Go ahead, it's all set up."
Gina looked at the tape player. It was an ordinary cassette player with a headset plugged into the side. On the back was a small sticker. It said 'If lost or stolen contact: Hannah Bliss'. Her address and telephone number were also printed on the sticker. Gina put the earphones on her head and pressed the play button.

Instantly she felt a overwhelming, powerful explosion in her head. The earphones seemed to be vibrating, sending a low, barely audible tone directly into her brain. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Gina was neither scared or upset. In fact, she found that she didn't feel anything at all. She continued to sit there calmly and listen to the tape. Soon a voice came up. It seemed familiar. She realized it was her own voice talking to her.
"Keep listening to this tape player. Whatever happens, don't stop listening until this tape ends. This tape player has been modified to emit a special series of audio vibrations and radio frequencies through your ears and into your brain. The voice you hear will probably sound to you like your own. In fact, the only sound actually entering your ears is a specially modulated white noise The sounds you think you are hearing are electronically generated thoughts being transmitted directly to your mind, a sort of telepathy. In addition to the audible voice you 'hear', other commands are being sent to your unconscious mind. These commands will become a part of your very being, permanently altering your beliefs and feelings. You will not be able, or in fact willing to disobey any of the commands and attitudes that are programmed into you by this tape player, for they will seem to you to be your very own." Gina realized that she was now the willing slave of the tape player. She also felt that this was just what she wanted, had always wanted, to be under the complete control of the player, to allow it to change her, mold her in any way it wanted. Odd, she thought, I wouldn't have felt this way before.
The player continued. "You will continue to live your normal life, deciding for yourself most things. However, it is important for you to know that from this day on, your mind may be altered in any way, anytime. You have now joined the community of tape slaves. It is important that everyone in the whole world join the community. It is also important for you to understand that anyone not yet a tape slave will find the idea of losing their free will and being enslaved unpleasant at best. Therefore you must be extremely careful not to let anyone know of the community or of your new status unless you are absolutely positive that they are like you, tape slaves." Of course, Gina thought, that just makes sense.
"In order for you to serve me completely, without interference, it will be necessary to begin by turning all the members of your family into tape slaves." Gina wanted nothing more in the world then to convert her whole family's minds just like hers was. Everything else suddenly became unimportant. "When everyone living in your house obeys like you do, then you will all come to the Community Center together and take your places as members of the community." Gina was already making plans on how to get her family to listen to the tape player. Her younger siblings would be no problem, she figured. Dad probably wouldn't be too hard, either. Her mother might take some work, however.
The tape went on for another few minutes. Gina was programmed to always listen to any tape which was given her. She learned that other tapes would be played into her, altering her further. Gina was pleased that the tapes had made it so easy for her. All she would have to do is listen to the tapes and she would be instantly turned into whatever was desired.

Finally the tape ended. Gina took off the headset and looked at her two friends. Hannah and Irene were looking at her expectantly. "Well?" Irene asked. "What do you think of it?"
"It makes so much sense. Everyone should hear this tape."
"Including your family?"
"Especially my family. Hannah, can I borrow this tonight? I promise I'll return it tomorrow."
Irene laughed. Hannah smiled and reached in her gym bag and took out a similar tape player and handed it to Gina. Gina noticed that the sticker on hers had her own name and address on it.
"You seem to have thought of everything," Gina said, beginning to understand now.
Irene lay back on the bed. "We're pretty well organized now. You should have been here in the old days."
Hannah nodded. "Yeah, remember Principal Hanson? How he found out about the tape players and locked himself in his office?"
Gina asked. "What happened?"
Irene laughed. "He called the cops. There must have been a hundred of them at school that day. They sealed the school off and taped everybody there that day, including him."
"The cops? They're tape slaves?"
"The cops, the mayor, newspapers. They were the first. I told you, we're well organized."
"Oh.."
Hannah said, "In fact, most people around here are slaves these days. It's mostly new people in town, like you, that we get nowadays. Other places are just getting started I hear. We're getting better at it though. We've learned a lot in the last year."
"Well, I gotta get home. I got work to do there. See you tomorrow." Gina left.

Chapter 2
The Friends

"Every time a friend succeeds, I die a little."

"Friends are like fiddle strings, they must not be screwed too tight."

Hannah picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, this is Hannah Bliss calling about Gina Robinson... Yes, she has a player and she just left for home... OK, we'll be in tomorrow morning to pick up a player. Bye." She hung up the phone. "Principal Hanson says our next assignment is someone named Janet Spinner."
Irene thought for a moment. "Yeah, I know her. She's in Home Ec, third period with me. Nice body. Great big tits!"
Hannah's eyes shone. She smiled lustfully at her lifelong friend, and now since they had joined the community, so much more. She moved atop Irene, straddling her waist. Irene's hands moved slowly and firmly up and down Hannah's thighs. Sticking her lower lip out in a exaggerated pout, Hannah said, "I thought you liked them a little smaller." Slowly she removed her shirt and bra, showing her freckled, petite titties.
"Your tits always make me horny, lover." Irene reached out and took Hannah's soft globes in her hands. Massaging the warm flesh, she looked into her childhood friend's soft blue eyes. How lovely, she thought. "Come here, you." Hannah lowered her teat to Irene's open mouth. Irene kissed and suckled the offered prize, while her hand snaked its way over to the crotch of Hannah's jeans.
Hannah sighed and slowly moved her hips, rubbing her pubic mound against Irene's hand. She brought down her own hand upon Irene's breasts, caressing them though her blouse. Hannah felt her pussy starting to become all wet and juicy. "You make me so wet!" Irene responded by lightly biting Hannah's nipple, causing her to moan loudly, rubbing her dripping pussy even harder against Irene.
After a few more minutes of this, Hannah moved down her friend, laying atop her. They shared a long, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. Hannah then moved further down, unbuttoning Irene's blouse and pulling the hem out of her skirt. As usual, Irene went topless. Hannah loved the dark aureolas with the wide nibs, almost a quarter-inch across. As Hannah lovingly tongued and squeezed them, they grew hard, sticking out prominently. Irene could take no more. "C'mon baby, give it to me!"
"Tell me what you want?" Hannah asked playfully.
Irene loved it when Hannah made her beg. "I want your pussy in my mouth. I want to push my tongue down your hole and taste your juices. Please let me lick you."
"You little slut! What about my juices?"
"I love the taste of your juicy cunt. I want you to come in my mouth, filling my mouth with your yummy girl flavor. Pleeease! I need it so much." Irene was fumbling with the snap on Hannah's jeans. Popping it open and pulling down the zipper, she slid her hand down into the panties, feeling past the soft, downy pubic hair, until her fingers reached Hannah's now drenched pussy. Spreading Hannah's pussy lips apart, she slipped long supple fingers deep into the wet interior of her pussy.
Hannah felt an orgasm building deep inside her. As Irene finger fucked her, she pulled her sandals off, then squirmed the jeans and panties down over her thin hips down to her thighs. She sat up and roughly squeezed her boobs, pinching hard the nipples until they throbbed. Free from the confining clothing, Irene's hand moved swiftly, in and out of Hannah's pussy, First one, then two, then three fingers sliding deep into her, her thumb ran harshly over her clitoris, swirling around, driving Hannah insane with desire. Her orgasm was building, ready to drive her over the top.
"My mouth darling!" Irene whispered. "I need you in my mouth." With Irene helping, Hannah's pants were fully removed and she was pulled up Irene's trim body until her pussy was in front of Irene's waiting mouth. Irene gazed at that wonderful snatch, the dark red lips contrasting against her pale white skin, her lips swollen and puffy, her clit so hard and inviting. Her legs were damp with the juice running down from her. Irene inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the sweet, musky odor of her girlfriend's juices. Irene opened her mouth wide and clamped it down on Hannah's hot sex, her tongue penetrating deep in her womb.
Hannah was on fire by now. She grabbed Irene's hair and pushed her pussy hard into her friend's face. "Fuck me, you bitch!" she screamed, "Fuck me with your slutty face! Deeper! Oh God! Fuck! Faster, you whore! Fuck me faster! Oh god, I'm gonna cum! Oh God, please don't stop! Oh, oh, oh, cummmmming!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, Hannah's body convulsed into a violent orgasm, her juices already plentiful, became a torrent. The juice filled Irene's mouth and throat, spilling down the sides of her face. Irene felt like she was laying under a hot, steamy waterfall. She held the wonderful juice in her mouth, savoring the heavenly flavor of her best friend's cum, then swallowed, feeling the hot liquid running down deep to her stomach, filling her with a warm, contented feeling, like a freezing person who has just drank hot coffee.

Hannah, her orgasm subsiding, rolled off Irene and lay beside her panting and moaning. Irene took the petite body of her childhood friend in her arms and held her, gently stroking her face and body with the back of her hand. "Oh Irene! That was wonderful," Hannah said when she calmed down enough to talk. "I love you so much. How can I ever thank you?" she said, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Irene, knowing what was to come, kissed Hannah sweetly then turned to Hannah's night table. Opening it, she removed a long, white vibrator. Setting it down between Hannah's sweaty tits, pointing up toward her freckled face, she grinned, "Maybe you'll think of something." Irene pulled up her skirt and pulled off her panties, spreading her legs as she lowered them. She had completely shaved her privates. Her dark pussy, glistened with lubrication.
Hannah took the vibrator and flipped it on to the lowest setting. Turning on her side, she ran the device over her friend's body, raising goose bumps on Irene's skin. Irene's nipples grew painfully hard as her breasts were tended to. Hannah whispered those sexy, dirty words that Irene loved to hear from her lover.
"Oh, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard. Do you want this in your cunt, darling?"
"Mmm Hmm!"
"Yeah, you want it. You're such a horny slut, you love it when your lover penetrates your sloppy, slutty cunt and fucks you. Fucks the hell out of you." She got up on her knees and moved between Irene's outstretched legs, holding the dildo out from her crotch like it was an erect penis, She touched the tip of it to Irene's lips, spreading them slightly, then pulling back. "Tell me you whore, do you like my cock?"
"Mmmm. It feels soooooo good," Irene murmured.
"I'm going to shove this big, fat prick deep in your cunt twat and screw you like you've never been screwed before. Would you like that, Irene? Are you ready to me to fuck you now?" Hannah asked sternly.
"Yes. Fuck my hole, please."
Hannah, still holding the vibrator out from her, moved forward, entering Irene. She pushed an inch or so into her then pulled back. Irene let out a loud groan. "Want more, slut?"
Irene was whimpering with desire. "More! I want more! I need you to fuck me pleeeease!"
Hannah pulled back slightly, then in one smooth stroke, shoved both her hips and the vibrator forward. Irene let out a glass shattering shriek as her vagina was filled to overflowing with the pulsating device. Hannah held the base in her hand letting Irene adjust to the sensations. When she knew Irene was ready, she said "Like that, slut? Let's see how your twat likes this." She snapped the vibrator into high gear and began to copulate her girlfriend. Irene's next shriek was am impossibly high squeal. Hannah thought that every dog in the neighborhood would start howling. Irene thrashed about on the bed as Hannah swiftly drove the toy deeper into her with each thrust.
Irene saw stars dance before her eyes as she came again and again. After about a dozen climaxes, Hannah pulled the vibrator out of Irene's quivering pussy with a heavy slurping sound. Hannah could look all the way into Irene's vagina. "Whore! Your cunt's all used up. I need another hole to fuck you in. Now let me see," she said mischievously. "What shall I do? Oh, I know. I think I'll fuck you in the ass! You'd like that, wouldn't you, you slut?"
Irene's mind was a haze with lust she felt for this girl. At the word 'ass' she almost climaxed again right there and then. "My ass. Yes, fuck my ass." Irene turned over and knelt on shaky arms and legs as Hannah moved up behind her.
Putting the tip of the vibrator against the pucker of her best friend's asshole, she bent and whispered into her ear, "Get ready slut, here it comes." Hannah slowly twisted the device clockwise as she pressed it into Irene's ass. It slid in easily after two or three tries. Irene's gave a third shout that made Hannah's ears ring.
Slowly, then faster and faster, she ass-fucked Irene. Irene's arms and legs gave out as she went into continuous orgasm. Laying face down on the bed, spread eagle, she was crying and gibbering as her body was wracked by climaxes. Hannah reached down with her free hand between Irene's legs and mauled her pussy, pinching her clitoris between her thumb and fingers. Irene's climaxes became unbearable as the sensations coursing through her drove her over the edge. With a howl of pain/pleasure her mind shut down, driving her to unconsciousness before the fucking she was getting drove her insane.

Pulling the vibrator out and turning it off, Hannah took Irene's long, brown hair in her hands. Smiling contentedly, she lightly kissed a lock of hair, then gently turned her friend over. Cuddling next to her, she thought back on the day they had first made love together. She remembered how before her taping her earlier feelings of lesbian sex had been such a big turn off. How silly that all seemed. How could she refuse her childhood friend such pleasure. She loved Irene and knew, as only best friends can know, that Irene loved her back. With a sigh of pure joy, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. The girls snuggled and snoozed.

After a while, Hannah's parents entered the room, naked. Smiling, they joined the two teenagers on the bed.

Chapter 3
The Family

"They fuck you up, your Mum and Dad. They may not mean to, but they do. And give you all the faults they had And add some extra, just for you."

"Having a family is like having a bowling alley installed in your head."

Gina arrived home and found Kevin and Lisa, her younger brother and sister, playing video games in Kevin's room. Her father, Frank Robinson, was still at work and she learned from Lisa that her mom, Mindy, was grocery shopping. Kevin and Lisa were 11 and 10 respectively. Kevin, with blonde hair with a cowlick that resisted every attempt to stay down, had bright blue eyes and a perpetually silly look in his face. Lisa was tiny, about 4' 4", dark reddish haired, with a slightly upturned nose and just budding breasts. As expected, Gina had no trouble getting her siblings to listen to the tape player. In a few minutes both were eager to join the tape slave community.
"What about mom and dad?" Lisa asked.
"I've been thinking about that all day. Any suggestions?"
Kevin suggested, "We could tell her it's a message from the school."
Gina said, "I thought of that one too. What if she tells you to just repeat it to her?"
"Well I'd...," Kevin trailed off.
"Mom's in one of her moods again so we'll have to be sneaky. It needs to be something foolproof. Here's my idea." Gina told her brother and sister about her plan.
"Perfect!" Lisa exclaimed.

Mindy Robinson came home from shopping, bringing two bags of groceries in with her. "Kids! I'm home. Come down and help bring the groceries in." She brought the bags into the kitchen and started putting items onto the shelves. The kids came down and brought the rest of the bags in. Finishing, she went upstairs to change. Undressing, she looked in the mirror. A young looking woman of 35 with medium length auburn hair, she thought that her body was ugly, that her three pregnancies had disfigured her. Her large breasts and vagina had been much worse right after the delivery and nursing of three children. She started an aerobics program some years ago, but had not kept it up. She was starting to go to pot and the sag in her breasts and stretch marks were still prominent. They almost never made love, maybe once or twice a year.
As she pulled her house sweats on, she thought back to her honeymoon with Frank, her husband. She had been a virgin on her wedding night and he had not been much more experienced. That first time had been painful. When Frank saw the virginal blood he kept saying how sorry he was, how he didn't know it would hurt. Frank was a considerate lover and loved his wife very much. Mindy was always frigid though and had never achieved an orgasm. Her family had been very religious and she had been taught from an early age that sex was bad. Frank remained a gentleman, never forcing his wife. She suspected that he might be sleeping around. Once, when she found a record in the credit card bill from a hotel in their old town. When she asked Frank about it he gave her some story which may have been true, she never bothered to find out. After that, she never saw anything which looked suspicious, so she assumed that he had either stopped or was paying with cash. She decided that she was probably better off knowing. She was always worried that she was turning into her mother, a nervous frigid bitch with a permanent scowl and an unkind word to say about everything.

She was sitting on the bed tying her shoe laces when Gina came in. Gina positioned herself so that Mindy would be turned away from the door when facing her.
"Mom, can we talk?"
"Can it wait? I need to get dinner started before your father gets home."
"It'll just take a second, mom."
"All right. What is it?"
"Well mom. You know those two girls I've been hanging out with. Hannah and Irene?"
"Yes." Just then, Kevin and Lisa, who had crept into the room with the tape player, jumped up and Lisa pushed the headset onto Mindy's head. Surprised, Mindy instinctively pushed the headset back and off her head before Lisa could start the tape. Standing and turning, she saw her daughter bending down to retrieve the earphones. "Lisa Robinson! What on earth are you doing, young woman?"
Before she could react, Gina and Kevin had jumped her from both sides, pulling her to the bed. Gina was holding her legs, which were kicking wildly, while Kevin pulled one arm out to the side and sat on it, pinning it to the bed with his entire weight.
"I thought you said this plan was foolproof," Kevin said to Gina.
"So I was wrong. Sue me." Gina pulled her mother's free arm out from her side, holding it down with her body.
"Kids! What's going on? Stop this at once!" Mindy was immobilized on her back, her arms pinned out from her sides by her children. Lisa was approaching with the tape player.
Gina said, "Don't worry, mom. You'll thank us for this in a few minutes."
"Stop! Why are you doings this?" Mindy pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.
"We just wanted you to listen to this tape. Hurry up, Lisa! She's starting to break free."
Lisa crouched behind her mother and slipped the headset onto her. Mindy shook her head violently from side to side, trying to shake the headset off. Lisa handed the tape player to Gina and held the headset firmly to her mother's head.
Mindy was screaming at the kids, threatening to ground them forever when Gina switched the tape player on. Mindy's body froze in mid-thrash; she grew very calm and relaxed. Slowly, the children got up, leaving their mother half laying on the bed, her arms still outstretched and waited for the tape to do it's work.

"Gina, Kevin, Lisa, I want you to know that I'm not mad at any of you. You did right holding me down like that. I did need to hear that tape and you followed the commands very well. That's all that counts." She pulled her children close to her and kissed and hugged them, happy that they were able to force her to listen. She wanted to be a good tape slave and it was only right that her children be tape slaves too.

When Frank Robinson came home his wife kissed him tenderly at the door.
"Hi honey. How was your day?"
"Long, stressful. what else?"
"I know what will cheer you up. Here put this on."
"What is it?" He asked slipping the earphones on.
"This." She turned the tape player on.

Chapter 4
The Community

"If you leave the smallest corner of your head vacant for a moment, other people's opinions will rush in from all quarters."

"It's dull (as well as draughty) to keep an open mind."

The Robinson family had piled into the car and were driving to the Community Center. Gina was telling her parents and siblings how she had come to have the tape player.
"So then they gave me this player and I came home and had all of you listen to it."
"Did they tell you who made this?" Frank asked.
"No. I was in a hurry to get home."
Frank drove the car downtown and they soon arrived at the Center. They parked and went inside. A pretty young woman met them at the reception desk.
"Hello. May I help you."
"Yes. My name is Frank Robinson. We've just heard the tape player and would like to join the community."
"I see." She typed something into a computer terminal at her desk. "Ah yes. Let's see, there are five of you? Of course." Some more typing. "All right. Go up those stairs, down the hallway on the right, room 205"
"Thank you. C'mon kids." They soon arrived at room 205. Opening the door they saw a woman sitting at another desk with another, larger computer on it. There were also a half-dozen chairs. Gina observed that built into the arm of each chair was a headset attached by a cord. In the corner of the room was a doctor's examination table and a cabinet with what looked like medical supplies.
"Come in, come in. You must be Mr. Robinson."
"Yes." They shook hands
"And of course we have Mindy, Gina, Kevin and Lisa. What beautiful children you have. Please sit down. Can I get anybody anything?"
"No. Thanks anyway."
"All right. Let's get down to business. First of all, my name is Nina and I'll be your counselor tonight. My job is to make sure that everything goes smoothly. Now, if you will place the headsets on your chair on your heads, we can begin." When this was done she continued, "The first thing we like to do is to repeat the initial tape." She pressed a button on her desk and the Robinsons were instantly blank slates, accepting the commands on the tape without reservation into the deepest parts of their beings. "We do this as a precaution, in the unlikely case that something has gone wrong with the portable player."

When the tape finished, Gina noticed that a man wearing a white coat had entered the room. "Hello," the man said. "My name is Dr. Wilson. I need to give you all a physical examination. They all undressed and, one at a time, went to the doctor's table and lay down. The doctor was kind, but thorough. The doctor checked each of them for signs of abuse or sexual disease. A blood sample of each one was taken. Eventually the doctor thanked them and left.

Returned to their chairs, Nina began asking the family some questions. The questions were very personal and went on for a long time.

"Mr. Robinson, tell me where and when you were when you lost your virginity?"
"I was 19. At a college frat party. A girl got completely drunk and passed out. Some frat brothers locked me in the room with her and told me they wouldn't let me out until I was a man."

"Gina, what's the farthest you've ever gone, sexually speaking?"
"At summer camp, two years ago, one of the counselors cornered me in his office and fondled me through my clothes. Then he pulled his thing out and wanted me to touch it."
"Gina, why didn't you tell us about this?" her mother asked, shocked.
"I, I didn't think you'd believe me. Besides, I know you don't like to talk about sex, mom." That was true, she thought. "And dad, well you're busy and all... I don't know why I didn't tell you."
Nina broke in, "That's all right, Gina. Tell me, how did you feel when he did this?"
Gina made a face of despair. "I felt like I'd been violated. It was humiliating."
"I see. Have you ever masturbated or had sexual fantasies?"
"No."

The interviews went on with Nina asking more questions and entering the answers into a computer on her desk. Frank and Mindy Robinson and their children were completely open and honest with Nina. Mindy was surprised to hear some of the things that her family had done. Frank calmly confessed that he had kept a mistress for two years in their old city and that he regularly visited hookers here. Kevin had already started masturbating and kept a collection of dirty magazines hidden in his room. Soon a woman wearing a nurse's uniform entered.
"Hi Nina. Here's the results of the physicals." She handed Nina a floppy disk and smiled at the family. "Welcome aboard." She left the room.
Nina inserted the floppy into her computer and pressed some more buttons. "OK, let's see what we've got." She stared at the screen for a few moments. "No diseases, that's good. Mr. Robinson, have you had a vasectomy?"
"No."

Eventually the interview ended. The Robinsons were then given tests which, Nina explained, were designed to measure intelligence and general aptitude. Each family member was given a different test. The Robinsons entered their answers into a touchscreen also built into the arm of each chair. Nina helped Kevin and Lisa on the words they had trouble reading, although their tests had apparently been designed with children in mind.

"All right," Nina said when the tests were completed. "I think you're ready for the next step." With that she typed some more buttons at her computer, then pushed the button on her desk again.

As the button contact was made, Lisa Robinson's mind became totally open and pliable. All her old beliefs and attitudes vanished, replaced by the need to listen to and obey the tapes. Eventually her own voice became audible to her, telling her all the things she

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BEGIN --- CUT HERE --- Cut Here --- cut here --- needed to know. "Hello Lisa. You have served well by coming here today. You are very lucky. By being made a tape slave at such an early age, you will be able to enjoy an entire lifetime of service and obedience to the community." That's right, how lucky I am, thought Lisa. "Now these are your instructions, Girls at your age are just beginning to learn about boys and love. This is right and proper. You will serve by learning all about these things." Lisa felt a tiny stirring inside her. She wanted to serve and learn. "Your family will help you to learn about these things. Starting tonight, and in the days that follow, you will begin to experiment with your family members. Sexual experiments. These are some of the things that you will do." The tape went on, describing to Lisa some of the acts she would perform with Kevin and Gina, as well as her parents. All taboos and inhibitions, except those of causing injury or excessive pain to herself or others were permanently erased from her. Lisa found herself wanting to show just how well she would learn these things. She would not be afraid; she would be eager and willing.

Kevin Robinson's tape played much like Lisa's. He had already become interested in girls, and now listening to the taped commands his desires were increased. He thought of his sisters, how beautiful they were. And the tape actually wanted him to engage in sex with them! His tape also increased his sexual appetite. His penis would become hard and strong when needed. It would stay firm and ready for as long as he wished it. He would use his tool to satisfy his whole family. He would make his family proud of him. He would perform well, and keep his sisters and mother well satisfied.

Gina Robinson listened, her mind drinking in everything the tape said. In addition to the commands to explore and both teach and learn from her younger siblings all about sex, other commands were imbedded into her "You are a very special young woman, a very rare type. The community needs people such as you. From this day forward, whenever you read or hear something as part of your studies, your ability to store and remember it later will be greatly increased. In other words, you now have near perfect recall of everything you study." Gina knew that this was true, it seemed as though her ability to store printed information had been expanded a thousandfold. Without even trying it, she knew that she would be able to memorize say, the entire periodic table in her chemistry book the next time she looked at it.

Frank and Mindy Robinson's tape programmed them to accept completely the idea of their children engaging in sex with each other, and with them as well. "You know so much more about sex than your children. You will teach them everything you know about sex and lovemaking. You will also receive teaching aids from this Center. You will use these with your children, showing them how to give and receive maximum pleasure." They were ready and eager to offer themselves to their children, teaching them all these things. It was important that children learn how to fuck properly. They wished that someone had offered to teach them when they had been kids.

The tapes also programmed the Robinsons to have sexual fidelity only with each other. Except for acts which might harm someone, or force someone against their will, they would have absolutely no sexual restrictions with each other. They would, however, never willingly engage in sex with anyone else, unless they were programmed to by a subsequent tape.

If any of them ever suspected they might have a sexually communicable disease, they would immediately halt all sexual activities and return to a Center at the earliest possible convenience for a check-up. They would not engage in any intimate behavior until they were given a clean bill of health by the community.

Eventually, when all the tapes ended, the Robinsons all returned to reality. The doctor and nurse had come back. Frank, Mindy and Gina were given a long-term contraceptive implant by the nurse, while the doctor explained to them that this would work for at least six months. At the end of that time, they would return to a Center for a check-up and additional contraception.

Soon their time at the Community Center ended, at least for tonight. A pimply teenage boy in a gray jumpsuit came in and after nodding to Nina, he placed a large box on her desk then left with a leering wink to the Robinsons.
"Well that's all for tonight. You may remove your headsets now. Take this box home with you tonight and enjoy. You'll find additional materials inside. Any questions?"
Frank asked, "How did all this get started?"
"We started about 2 years ago. I'm not sure myself of the details, but it seems that someone or some ones invented the tape player and realized it's potential. We started small, choosing carefully, until we had made tape slaves of the leaders of all the major nations. From that point it was a simple matter to tape business leaders, judges, reporters, generals, you get the idea."
"All those people?"
"Not that many if you think about it. These days, we're going for quantity rather than quality. No offense intended."
"None taken."
"We've been doing very well in the schools, the prisons, and the armies. Anytime anyone is arrested, enlists, or interviews for a job with any branch of the government, a taping is mandatory. We expect to have the entire world, with insignificant exceptions, taped in about another year or so."
"What then?"
Nina thought for a moment. "I don't know."

Chapter 5
The First Time

"That which we call sin on others, is experiment in us."

"The nature of men and women - their *essential nature* - is so vile and despicable that if you were to portray a person as he really is, no one would believe you."

Since the Robinsons had been so long at the Center, they were hungry. They decided to stop for some drive-through food After eating, the family returned home and gathered in the living room. Unwrapping the package, Frank dumped the contents onto the rug. A horde of sexy underwear, of all shapes and materials, fell out. Some were lacy, frilly things that seemed to barely exist, they were so light and airy. Others were dark and heavy, made of leather or rubber. Each item had a tag on it with the name of one of the family members. In addition, there were a number of dildos, vibrators, butt-plugs, and some other things that Gina found incomprehensible. A pair of handcuffs, an enema bag, a small whip with furry lashes. That's mink, thought Mindy. A mink whip?! She found herself getting turned on just looking at this collection of toys. Just the thought of using them and being used by them made her wet. She looked around at her family and saw that familiar 'playtime' look on Frank's face. She had never seen that same look on any of her children before though. She liked it, it seemed only to increase her own desire.
"Oh look mommy!" Lisa cried, "it's wonderful!" She held up a teeny pair of lacy black panties with matching training bra.
"That's marvelous, Lisa," her mother replied. "Why don't you try them on."
Lisa, who before tonight had always been modest around her brother, undressing only in her room or the bathroom, now quickly stripped naked. Her still undeveloped pussy was free of hair and smooth, her tiny nipples erect over her barely ripened breasts. She slipped the panties on and had Gina help show her how to put the bra on.
"Mom! there's a hole in the panties!" Sure enough, they were crotchless. Mindy laughed and shook her head. Crotchless lace panties in a child's size!
Kevin's eye had fallen on a pair of boy's size leopard skin briefs with a hole in the front. He stripped from the waist down and pulled the briefs on. His tiny hairless penis stuck out the front. "Look, mom. You can see my pee-pee now."
"That's right, I can. But it's called a penis, Kevin. Or a cock, or dick, or prick."
"Prick, huh?. Prick, meet mom. Mom, prick." Kevin swung his hips from side to side, causing his growing member to swirl around. Mindy's arousal increased as she watched her son. Still dancing, he stood and removed his shirt.
Gina took a white lacy camisole from her box and was changing into it. Standing she went over to Kevin and began dancing with him, grinding her body next to his. She took her brother's hands and had him help undress her. Smiling like a little angel, Lisa got up and joined her brother and sister, dancing before their grinning parents. Lisa began to assist Kevin as he undressed Gina, bending down to untie and remove her shoes. Kevin and Gina were kissing now and Kevin's cock was standing firmly at attention.
Mindy, happy beyond description at the gusto with which her kids were going at each other, looked for something for she and Frank to wear. She found a small box containing a top hat, a starched collar, a collapsible cane, dress socks with garters and spats. Giving the items to her husband, she started unbuttoning his pants. Frank donned the top hat, cocked it to one side with a tap, and removed his shirt. Mindy pulled his pants off and put the socks, garters and shoes onto his feet. Shirtless, he put the collar on and stood up, taking up the cane in his hand. When the kids saw him they all laughed. Mindy had never been so turned on by her husband's appearance. Watching his growing cock as he sauntered around the room, she reflexively nestled her hand between her legs.
Frank went to the pile of clothing and found a long, transparent pink robe with matching stockings and garter belt. Mindy pulled her pants and blouse off and rolled the stockings on. Clipping the belt together, she attached the stockings to it. Standing, she donned the robe and sat back down, letting the robe fall partially open, spreading her legs wide. Fascinated, she masturbated. How different it felt this time, she thought momentarily, watching her husband strut before her stroking his member and her children fondling each other.

By now, Gina was topless, wiggling her tits in Kevin's face. Lisa was undoing the snap on Gina's pants, sliding them down her thin teenaged hips down to her ankles. Kevin kept thrusting his hips against his sister, his erect penis sliding up and down against her belly. Gina stepped out of her pants, leaving her naked except for her pink nylon panties.
Frank picked up a squeeze bottle from the pile and whispered into his wife's ear. Her eyebrows rose, she nodded, then she kissed her husband passionately. Frank gave the bottle to Mindy and, going to his children, said "Kevin, come here son. Your mother wants to show you something." Frank led his son to the couch next to his mother. Mindy pulled her young son's mouth to hers and started deep tongue kissing him.. Her hands ran all over Kevin's small, undeveloped frame. She still loved him as a mother loves her only son, now she wanted to love him in another way. Kevin thrust his tongue back into Mindy's mouth while his hands wiggled and jiggled his mother's large breasts.

Gina sat on the rug, putting on the camisole. Lisa moved close to her, running her tiny hands across the material. What a beautiful body her she has, Lisa thought. Will I ever be as lovely as that? She felt her father's large hands on her own body and suddenly felt all warm and funny. "Daddy, what are you doing?"
"Making you feel good, angel. Doesn't this feel good?"
"It sure does, daddy."
"Gina, why don't you come and help us." Frank gently lay Lisa down on her back and Gina moved in, taking her father's place, running her hands over her sister's young, sexy body.
Lisa purred, "Mmmm, that feels good Gina.." Encouraged, Gina pressed on, lifting her leg over her sister and hovering over her on her elbows and knees, facing her. Gina took her sister's little head between her hands and stared into her sweet, baby face. Lisa gingerly placed her hands on her big sister's B-cup breasts and lightly squeezed and rubbed them through the material. All the while, Gina's mouth moved closer and closer to Lisa's. Lisa closed her eyes and licked her lips.
"Lisa, would you like me to kiss you?" Gina asked, not wanting to alarm her little sister. She wanted to teach her all about sex and love. Her only thought was to please Lisa, to make her happy, to excite her!
Lisa giggled, "Yes. Please kiss me. Kiss me like mom and Kevin." Gina moved in and the two sister's lips met. Gently they kissed, first with lips closed, then Gina's mouth slowly opened and her tongue snaked out to caress Lisa's moist lips. The young one, following her big sister's lead, offered her tongue and they intertwined together.

Frank watched his daughters cautious explorations of each other, then saw his wife as she took their son in hand, making him even more excited. His own penis was by now fully erect, it seemed to Frank bigger than it had ever been before in his life. He also seemed to know that if he wanted to, he could maintain it all night long, regardless of how many times he came. Frank sat down next to his daughters and rubbed his large hands on Gina's shoulders and back. As they continued to kiss, his hands moved down to their butts, hovering inches from each other.

Mother and son were kissing passionately, their tongues thrusting into each other's mouth. Mindy pulled hers out of her son's mouth and gently lay him back onto the couch. "Lie back, Kevin and let mommy do all the work." She took the squeeze bottle and poured a few ounces of the sweet-flavored love oil onto her son's nipples. She then leaned on top of him and slowly, lustfully licked the oils into his skin.
Kevin was in heaven! He'd never felt so good before in his life. Until now he was just another horny little kid, now he was being seduced by his own mother! His cock was straining, the tip brushed up against his mother's tits as she applied some more oil and slowly her way licked down his body. She was so proud of her son's dickie. It was small, but very hard and straight. As he grew to manhood, she knew she would teach him to be a great cocksman, fucking everything in sight. She finally reached his penis, smiling as Kevin's whole body giving a sudden twitch as she took it in her hand. "Does this feel good, darling?" she asked him.
"God, mom. My prick feels so good when you touch it."
"Would you like me to make it feel really, really good?"
"How?" Smiling, Mindy squeezed a big dollop of oil onto her son's cock, massaged it into his skin then, almost ready to come herself, she bent down and took Kevin's member into her mouth and slowly sucked and licked him. She took him deep into her mouth, down her throat, pleased with how wonderful his cock tasted. She had only had oral sex once before in her life, many years ago with her husband, and she had not enjoyed it at all. She felt at the time like she was being choked. Now, to her delight, she was taking him all the way down her throat, rubbing his cute, little balls with her lips, and not gagging at all. She wondered how her husband's eight inches would feel in her mouth and felt another twinge in her pussy.

Gina, who by now had pulled her kid sister's body tightly next to her, was licking her entire face. Lisa, eyes closed, was quivering with sexual desire, desperately hoping her big sister would never stop pleasing her. Suddenly, Gina felt something touch her pussy. She looked back for a second and saw that her father was lying on his side, his mouth and tongue exploring her privates. It felt like all the good feelings in the world rolled into one. She had thought that it would feel bad, like when the counselor had touched her, but instead it was wonderful. "Oh, daddy! Whatever you're doing, don't stop." she moaned.
Frank loved his daughter's reaction. He had never before had any sexual feelings toward his children, but now he was burning with desire for them. After a few minutes of cunnilingus on Gina he said, "Punkin, do you see my penis?" He moved his hips closer to his daughters faces.
"Uh huh."
"Would you like to touch it?"
"Can I?"
"Sure." Gina reached out and wrapped her hand around her father's engorged member. It felt hot and firm, she thought. "It's so hard!"
"Now try rubbing the skin back and forth, with your hand. Ahhhh. that's it. Keep doing that." Frank resumed tonguing Gina's pussy, flicking the clit gently with his tongue. Scrambling out from under his big sister, Lisa watched them, transfixed, as her older sister jacked off her daddy while he ate her. Instinctively, her hand drifted down to her hairless pubes. As she touched herself, she felt that same warm, funny feeling again. She pressed her hand to herself and the feeling magnified a hundred times. Not feeling funny at all now, she wiggled her fingers against herself and watched with dawning lust the show before her.
Frank stopped his tonguing of Gina's pussy and sat up. "Now Gina," he said, "I want you to use your mouth on me, like I just did on you. Do you think you can do that, punkin?"
"You'll have to show me how." Frank positioned Gina kneeling in front of him and told her to lower her head to her daddy's crotch and lick up and down the shaft. As she did this, he showed her how to gently massage his balls with her hand. Gina was an excellent student and soon had her father's cock straining.
"Lisa, can you see what Gina is doing?"
"Uh huh."
"Would you like me to use my mouth on you?"
"Does it feel good?"
Gina rose from her daddy's rock hard cock long enough to say. "Lisa, it feels like the best thing in the world." Frank lay back as Lisa came to him. He lifted his young daughter up and set her down on his face, her tiny knees barely touching the ground. She had a front row seat to Gina's cocksucking. As her daddy's tongue extended and touched her pussy, Lisa felt like an exploding firecracker. The waves of pleasure running through her were a new and wonderful experience. She squeezed her legs against her daddy's face and found that if she rocked her hips back and forth, it felt even better.

As Mindy sucked and deep throated her son's prick, she rubbed her pussy with her free hand. God, she was so wet, Her thighs were wet from the lubrication running down. She had never been this turned on before in all her born days. She had to hold herself back from throwing herself on top of Kevin and fucking his brains out. She remembered that a mother had to teach her children all about fucking, so she needed to go slowly, at least this time. But they were both ready, ready for her to make her son a man. Reluctantly, she removed his cock from her mouth and pulled him up to a sitting position and kissed him.
"Now for the best part of all."
"I thought that was the best part, mom."
Mindy laughed, "Not even close." Taking her son's penis in her hand, she lay back on the couch. "Now, Kevin. Come take mommy now." Kevin lay on top of her as she guided his member into her throbbing hole. As soon as Kevin felt his penis start to enter his mother, he lost all control and pushed himself inside as deep as he could.
Kevin was small, but not so small that his mother didn't feel a slight jabbing pain as he entered. She yelped and threw her arms around him, holding him still. The pain lasted only a second and was then replaced by a warm, wonderful feeling. She opened her eyes and saw her son looking down on her, a look of alarm in his face. "Mom? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine now, dear. Just remember to start slowly with a girl or you might hurt her."
He looked so sad now. "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Mindy momentarily thought back to her wedding night. She was now even more determined to teach her son the proper way to use his dickie with a girl, so she would never have to go through what she and Frank did. She smiled up at him. "It's OK, really. Now slowly pull out a little and push back in."
"Like this, mom?" Kevin slowly worked himself in his mother's wet tunnel.
"Yes. That's wonderful, baby. Now you can go a little faster, a little more thrusting. Ahhhh, that's right. That makes the girl get so wet and slippery! Can you feel how wet I am, honey?"
"I can. It feels good."
"Yes, that's it. When she's ready for more, she'll let you know." They rhythmically rocked back and forth together. Mindy was so wet by now that she was actually feeling very little from her son's tiny penis, but she let him go at her, knowing that this was for him, to show him how to fuck properly. Later, she would get her fill from Frank's man-sized member. Kevin, on the other hand, felt like he'd just died and gone to heaven. This made jacking off to his magazines seem like nothing. "Now faster, Kevin. Faster! Harder! Use your mouth on my breasts, my tits." The boy was just the perfect height to both fuck her and tongue her nipples simultaneously.
Kevin sped up, the pleasure increasing exponentially with every minute. His blood was pounding through his brain. Suddenly, he felt his whole body twisting itself into a knot. With a cry, he pushed as deep into his mother as possible and pressed his face between his mother's mammarys. His cock started shooting his cum deep into her pussy. She held him tightly against her as he shot jet after jet into her. She could feel him now, his cock twitching with each spurt. She was so happy for him. She had taken the boy to her, given herself to him, and shown him how to please her. She knew that there would have to be many more lessons. Under her tutelage, he would become a fantastic lover.

Gina was still giving her father oral sex. He had shown her how to take it into her mouth. It was so big, she could only get the tip, plus an couple of inches or so, in. But she wanted to learn how to please a man, and her daddy sure seemed to like this. Looking up, she saw her father holding up Lisa's now limp legs, first running his tongue back and forth along her pussy, then thrusting it deep inside her. Lisa was moaning and hugging herself with her arms.
Gina felt a hand on her back. It was Kevin, who crouched down beside her. "Sis, you gotta try fucking. It's the best, really!"
Gina stopped sucking and sat up. She continued to stroke her father's disk with her hand. "But daddy's so big!"
"You'll stretch. Won't she mom?"
Mindy reclined on the couch, watching the activities. "It may be a little painful at first, honey, but you'll get to like it very soon."
Gina considered it. She wanted to try fucking, so why not now? "OK, I'll try."
Mindy continued, "Start off slow, there may be a little blood."
"Blood?!"
"It's OK. Here, let me help you." Mindy climbed off the couch and moved behind Gina. Placing her hands on the child's buttocks she gently massaged them, lightly pulling them apart. "Kevin, can you keep stroking your father while I help Gina?"
"Sure, mom." Kevin's hand wrapped itself around his father's dick and he stroked it slowly. Boy, he thought, his prick is just like mine, but it's so big. I wonder if I'll ever be this size. He reached down with his other hand and cupped his father's testicles. Yep, he thought, those are huge, too.
"The important thing to remember," Mindy said as she worked her hands on her daughter's cheeks, "is to be relaxed. Take some deep breaths, let yourself get all loose and open. That's it..., yes, you'll do just fine." Gina was breathing deeply, feeling all her muscles relax She leaned back against her mom. Mindy's hand slipped around Gina's waist and down to her pubic region, feeling her dampness. "Lubrication is the other key. Let yourself get wet, Gina. It may help if you think dirty thoughts." She rubbed her fingers around Gina's clitoris. "Imagine your pussy is impaled on your father's cock right now. You're riding him, sliding him in and out and in and out. Does that make you feel wet, dear?"
"Uh huh." Gina was really getting hot, both from her mother's hand and the lewd, nasty thoughts running through her mind. As she thought about fucking her daddy, she watched Kevin, his hand getting tired from masturbating his father, lower his head and lick the top of Frank's penis, tasting his pre-cum.
"Mmmm. yummy! Dad, I must admit, you're delicious." Wearing that patented silly grin, now which looked, if anything, even sillier when combined with such a horny look in the rest of his face. He opened his mouth and took his father's cock a good six or seven inches down his throat. Only a couple of inches along the base were visible. Kevin's throat puffed out as he tried to go down further. Gina's eyes became huge as she watched her brother suck off daddy.
"Kevin honey, don't hurt yourself." Mindy admonished. Kevin ignored her and sucked harder. Mindy let her son go ahead. You could never tell him anything, she thought. She continued playing with Gina's pussy, which was by now, both very wet and very relaxed indeed.

Lisa, having felt more pleasure in the last ten minutes then in all the rest of her young life up to now, was ready to either cum from pleasure or collapse from fatigue. In fact she would have collapsed long before now, if her daddy hadn't been holding her up. But she was moving closer and closer to coming. She found that if she thought about what a nasty, dirty little girl she was, sitting here on her daddy's face, letting him lick her, it felt even better. She thought about some of the boys at school, about sitting on their faces, and that also made her feel that same nasty, wonderful feeling. As she thought more and more, she started feeling something else too. It started deep like a fire in her tummy and then spread out in all directions. The feeling was spreading down her legs, through her chest, into her arms and face, down her back, growing stronger. Her body was trembling now, twitching uncontrollably. "Daddy!" she cried out, "I feel funny. What's happening to me?" She screamed and bucked up and down on her father's face.
"It's all right, honey. You're just having your first orgasm." Mindy replied. "Kevin, dear, why don't you help Lisa and let Gina have your father."
Kevin, watching his kid sister, let go of his dad's cock and moved behind the tottering Lisa. Taking her in his arms, he pulled her backwards off their father. She collapsed, panting like a poodle, sitting on the rug with her back against Kevin's chest. He gently pulled the lacy training bra off of her and cupped his hands on her barely developed titties. There wasn't much to cup, but she seemed to enjoy it. Kevin's little dickie grew hard again and began to press against her back.

Mindy now moved Gina up and positioned her over Frank's flagpole, still standing at full attention. "Now, you're going to have to break your hymen dear. Do you know what that is?"
"Of course, mother." she replied.
"All right, just checking. Frank honey, are you ready?"
"Just a sec. Son, could you throw me a couple of pillows from the couch? Thanks." Propping himself up so he could view his daughter fuck herself on him, he said, "OK. Ready, willing and able."
"Gina, take him slowly at first. Then when you're ready, push down hard. That's the easiest way. Kevin, are you watching this?"
Kevin, who had buried his face in his sister's long black hair, looked up. "Yes, mom."
Gina said, "OK, here goes." She took her father's cock in her hand and guided it into her vagina. She felt a tiny twinge as she stretched to take him in. Slowly, Gina pushed down until she felt resistance, held it there a couple of seconds, then pulled out. She repeated this maybe a dozen times, until she could take him this deep without any pain at all. Finally, holding her breath she pushed her legs apart and let herself fall swiftly onto her father's cock. She let out a loud yell, then sat motionless for a few seconds. God, she thought that hurts so much. Or does it feel good? The two feelings seemed to be fighting each other inside her. As she sat there, trembling, the battle was decided. The pain was conquered, the feeling of pleasure grew strong and started spreading. She turned to her mother and grinned. "It's in, Mom, it's inside me! And it feels good," Gina crowed. Mindy smiled to herself and relaxed. She was happy that her daughter's first time was going to be wonderful, unlike her own.
Gina began slowly rocking up and down now. "Oh punkin," Frank moaned. "God, you're so fucking tight. Fuck me. Fuck daddy!"
"I am! I'm fucking my daddy's huge cock. Oh, I feel so stuffed. This is *so* great!" Gina bent down and kissed Frank. Frank ran his hands over his daughter's smooth, soft skin, running his fingernails up and down her back. Gina held her father's head in her hands and pushed her tongue deep in her father's mouth.

Mindy left them to enjoy each other and went to help her other two children. She was determined that Lisa's first time be the same joyful experience as Gina's Taking her youngest daughter, she lay her down on her back. Under his mother's direction Kevin removed her panties and spread her legs apart, moving between them.
"Mom," he said looking up, "see her pussy. It's all big and red."
"That means she's ready for you. Remember what Gina did. Be very gentle, it's her first time."
Laying down on top of his kid sister Kevin exclaimed, "Lisa, your body is burning up."
"Oh Kevin, you feel so good lying close to me like that."
"Wait'll you feel this," he said grinning. Like his mother had taught him, he took his prick and slowly slid it into his little sister's pussy. Lisa groaned as his tiny member slipped inside her about an inch. Then he ran up against her hymen.. He paused, then slowly pulled out, redoing the motion over and over.
Mindy said. "Lisa, you tell us when you're ready. Kevin'll wait until you say when."
"OK, mom," Lisa panted. Kevin kept up his gentle motions. Lisa's breathing grew shallow and rapid. Like her big sister, her pussy was getting all stretched. Finally, when Kevin was just ready to give his sister a gentle push she grabbed Kevin's buttocks and pulled him hard into her, crying out, "Now, Kevin! Take me now, Yeeeeaaaoooowwww!" Kevin's cock burst her maidenhead and was deep inside her trembling body. He could feel her tiny pussy squeezing his cock like a vise. God, He'd thought his mother was good, but this! This was indescribable!
"Stay still, Kevin," his mother reminded him, placing a gentle hand on his back. "Let her get used to you. Lisa, how does it feel?"
"It hurts, mommy. But it feels good, too."
"That's normal, baby." Kevin held himself, waiting for his kid sister to adjust to him.
Finally, she relaxed, then said, "OK, I'm ready now." Slowly,

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BEGIN --- CUT HERE --- Cut Here --- cut here --- Kevin pulled out a fraction, then pushed back in. Lisa's pussy squeezed his cock hard, and her arms squeezed him tightly to her. "Oh, yeah. That's good. Oh, oh, oh I'm doing it agaaaaain!" She grabbed Kevin's buttocks again and pulled him deep within her. Kevin stroked her a little harder, a little faster now, with each stroke she seemed to come again and again. She opened her soft, brown eyes, dazed with lust and looked up into her brother's grinning face. "Oh, god! Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck your sister! Harder! Please fuck me harder!"
"Mom? Is it all right?"
Mindy smiled. "If she asks for it, then give it to her" As Kevin began to thrust both faster and deeper, she began to masturbate, feeling a warm happiness flow through her. She was so proud of her manly little boy, such a good little fucker. She watched them for a minute or so, getting hotter and wetter herself. She knew what she needed, now.

Gina was by now bouncing on her father's disk like a rubber ball. Mindy knelt behind her daughter and reached around her, jiggling her bouncing mammarys. "Gina honey," she said seductively, "your mommy is sooo hot now. She needs to have her yummy pussy licked. Would you lick your mommy's pussy while your daddy fucks you from behind?"
Gina stopped and leaned back against Mindy. Turning her head, she kissed her mother on the lips and said, "Would you like me to do that, mommy? Make you come with my mouth while daddy comes inside me?" She pulled off Frank and Mindy lay down on her back. Kneeling down and spreading her legs, Gina moved her face in close. "Mommy, your pussy looks good enough to eat!"
Frank now joined in. "Do it, punkin! Eat your mommy's pussy. I'll fuck you so good!" He pushed his cock back up inside his daughter and continued pounding into her.
With a look of pure fucklust on her face, Gina rubbed her face against Mindy's crotch. "Oh, mommy, daddy's fucking me. What shall I do?"
"Start licking, baby. Lick your mommy." Gina, practically drooling, clamped her mouth over her mother's pussy. Mindy felt a blast of pure pleasure invade her privates. "Ohhhh, that's it. Keep licking, baby. Oh yeah, that's it. Use your fingers, darling, Finger your mommy."
Gina slid her index finger across Mindy's wet twat, gathering moisture. Then she slowly penetrated her mother's pussy. She pushed her finger in as far as it would go, pulled it back out, then added a second finger. Soon, three, then all four fingers were sliding in and out.

Mindy was consumed by climax after climax. At long last, she finally felt fulfilled. Her daughter's lovely young hand was filling her up completely. All four fingers were moving in and out, up to the thumb. Gina had almost her entire hand inside her mother. Mindy's pleasure doubled again, then again. Her head was tossing from side to side as she felt another orgasm building. As she looked over at her youngest children fucking like animals, it hit her, the biggest orgasm of all.

Frank could hardly believe his eyes. Here was his daughter practically fisting her mother while he fucked her soundly. Fucking his little girl, his own flesh. He knew that anytime he wanted, his daughter would come to him, beg him to penetrate her and ride her ruthlessly. As he screwed her faster and faster, he could tell that she was close to orgasm. She reached back and tickled his balls. As they contracted from the sudden shock of her contact, he thrusted one last time, and his cock began to fire stream after hot stream into his daughter's boiling box.

Lisa lay under her delicious brother with his hard cock plunging ever deeper and faster into her and came yet again. She had lost count of the number of times she had come. She never wanted it to end. Oh Kevin, she thought, please never stop fucking me. And daddy too. She knew she wanted to feel his grown up cock inside her. She wanted to feel him stretching her pussy, stretching it until it burst. But big or small, she just needed cocks inside her, all the time. Oh, my what dirty, nasty thoughts for a little girl like me to have. Oh no, here comes a big one, oh, cummmmmm!

Kevin was pounding his little sister without mercy now, and she was loving every bit of it. She seemed to just come and come and with each orgasm, she wanted more. So he gave it to her. Grinning like the devil, his little hips jerked back and forth in a blur as he humped her faster and faster. His cock, thin and long, was meeting little resistance from her well greased pussy. He could feel another orgasm wracking the diminutive girl's body. He thought of his father, fucking his mommy and his big sister with his lovely cock, so big, so fat. As he thought of this his hips jerked forward and locked as his orgasm caused his spasming cock to fire hot jets of his cum into her.

Gina fingered her mommy's pussy while her daddy pushed his big, fat juicy cock deep into her. She loved it! Her hand was soaking with her mommy's juices, while her own juice had coated her daddy's hot cock, making slide into her so easy, so deep. As she felt her mommy's orgasm cause her cunt to contract around her hand, she reached between her own legs with her free hand and tickled Frank's balls. As she did this, she heard him groan loudly and grab her hips, pulling her back into him, pushing himself deeply within her. She felt a hot, burning feeling in her pussy then, and knew that both her parents had come. She had brought both of them to simultaneous orgasm. The mere thought of it was enough to melt her body. Her cunt started to contract, and she felt an earth-shattering orgasm slam into her, shattering her into a million pieces.

Later that night, as Gina lay in bed, she thought back of all the day's events. How wonderful those tapes were. Kevin lay next to her with his head on her shoulder, gently snoring. She ran her hand over his arms and back and wondered what he would look like when his body started developing muscles. She liked that idea. She imagined him, all strong and handsome, lying on top of her, working his big, hairy cock in and out of her. Lisa cuddled close to her other side, sleeping, and occasionally murmured and moved her hands slightly. Her eyes moved back and forth behind the lids as she dreamed. Gina wondered if she was dreaming about Kevin, or herself, or mom and dad. As she fell asleep, she wondered what the future would bring. Who were the people who had invented the tapes, and what were their ultimate plans. After the whole world has been taped, she thought, what then? Will they be aliens from outer space or something like that? Will they be good? Gina hoped so. She wanted to be good. Deep down, she also knew that what she wanted made no difference now. She would do, and become, anything that the tapes wanted. Because *she* was a tape slave.

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Chapter 6
The World

"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face - forever."

"Ford's in his flivver, all's well with the world."
ALDOUS HUXLEY, Brave New World

The year ended, like they all do. Another year followed, and then another.

It was now two and a half years after the Robinson's first taping The entire world's population had also been turned into tape slaves, the last ones joining a year ago. No longer was there any need for secrecy. The Community Centers were in every town and village now, large and small. People regularly went to them to receive tape instructions, which were carried out with absolute obedience.

The world remained much as it had been before, though, with some few exceptions. In the early days, people were programmed for absolute sexual fidelity with their family members and close friends. As the number of tape slaves increased, people could go to a Community Center and, with all parties present, mutually petition to have each other included in their 'sex circle' as they were called. Usually these petitions were approved instantly, the only refusals were made if one of the partners was carrying a disease. Gina Robinson had friends who, meeting each other at parties and hitting it off, would go directly to a Center, have themselves approved for sex, return to the party and then fuck each other's brains out, all within an hour. By now, most of the kids had several hundred people in their sex circle, their were some, like young Lisa Robinson, with over a thousand.

Rape and domestic abuse were becoming a quaint anachronism. No one could ever harm anyone inside their sex circle, nor be in any way sexual with anyone on the outside. Sex and violence had been completely separated from each other. Prostitution still existed, but since all the ladies were tape slaves, and wouldn't have sex with anyone not in their circle, special Centers had been set up in red light districts to provide instant approval for the girls and their johns. Mostly, only people who had a special fetish for hookers or rich people with money to burn would pay for something that virtually everyone else now got for free. Though a few with exceptional beauty or talents could still demand top dollar for their services.

One almost never saw a homeless person wandering the streets anymore either. Among the last to be made tape slaves, they had all been rounded up and brought to Community Centers during the final stage of what was now referred to as "The Gathering." There, they were fed, clothed, taped and offered a job working at one of the new Centers opening all over the world. Most took the offer, though a few still chose to return to the streets to beg. Some wondered why they weren't just taped to want to join the Centers.

Drug addiction was declining, too. While addicts were allowed to continue using drugs if they wanted to, anyone who presented himself at a Community Center and asked for help was happily obliged and taped to remove all cravings for drugs. In the case of some addictions, like heroin, the person might be kept until the physical withdrawal symptoms had subsided. But all left the Centers completely recovered, never to even consider taking drugs again. A few governments were currently running campaigns in their countries to have everyone taped to refuse drugs, but even if they could have gotten some kind of law passed, it would have done no good. Early on, the Community Centers had been granted complete sovereignty over their own grounds, like foreign embassies, and their employees complete immunity from any prosecution. No government on earth was allowed to enter one, even with a warrant.

Life for the most part went on as before. People still got born, lived their lives, died, and tried to make the best of it. They fell in love, married, had kids, cheated on their taxes, made friends and enemies, stole from each other, killed each other in wars. When people separated or divorced, one or both might petition a Center to have their personal circle dissolved. These requests were always granted, regardless of the feelings of the other party, no questions asked, though the injunctions against violence were never removed. Once you had loved somebody, you could never hurt them again.

And the biggest mystery of all still remained. Who were the people behind the tape players? Why had they never come forward? What were their ultimate plans? That question remained a perennial favorite on talk shows, but despite endless speculation, no one had ever reported making any kind of contact with an "Overlord" as they were called.

Chapter 7
The Lovers

"Love is too young to know what conscience is."

"A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another."

Gina Robinson, now a high school senior, complete with driver's license, drove her mother's car to see Hannah Bliss, home from college for Christmas. Gina had matured into a pretty young woman, though you had to look hard to see it. Her eyes were no longer quite so wide and innocent looking, she had grown both up and out. She now wore glasses and kept her blonde hair cut short. She dressed modestly. tending towards pants or long dresses and long sleeved blouses, even during the warm Southern Californian summers. She was studious and kept straight A's in school, but was considered something of a prude. She didn't have a lot of people in her circle, only about a hundred.
Gina parked in front of the house, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. A middle aged, redheaded woman answered. She wore a sports bra, tights, and running shoes. That was all. Gina noticed her red pubic hair had been trimmed into an neat arrow pointing down to an otherwise bald pussy.
"Hello Mrs. Bliss," Gina said. "Is Hannah home?"
"Hello Gina. Yes, she's upstairs with Irene in her room. Go on up. I'm going running. Bye!" Mrs. Bliss ran out the door and started jogging down the block.

Gina went upstairs and entered Hannah's room. Hannah was lying on her bed, with Irene Taylor on top of her. giving mutual oral pleasure. Hannah and Irene had been lovers ever since their first taping, almost four years ago. Friends since early childhood, they soon became passionate lovers, doing everything together. The joke around school was if you wanted to find either of them, the best place to look was between the other's legs. All through high school their sex circles had been identical, they insisted that if you wanted to be approved with one, you had to be approved with the other. Except for their family members Gina couldn't think of anyone who had fucked either of them one on one. Hannah was a year older than Irene and, of course, had asked Irene to be her date for the senior prom. When Hannah graduated last year she almost didn't go to college, because she'd have to leave her lover behind. After some rather painful episodes, a solution was reached. Hannah secretly proposed to Irene, giving her an engagement ring and swearing to come back and marry her. Tearfully, Irene said goodbye to her sweetheart and Hannah was packed off back east to study architecture. Irene moped for weeks. Gina, feeling sorry for Irene, spent some nights with her after that, helping her get by without her lover. Irene would ask Gina to wear a red wig and pretend to be Hannah in bed. Gina enjoyed helping out, though she found Irene to be a little sex-crazed. Come to think of it, having had fucked the pair of them many times over the last year, she found them both a little sex-crazed.

As she stood there, they munched on each other's dripping snatches. They had obviously been going at it for some time. Gina smelled the strong aroma of girl sex hanging in the room. "Knock, knock," she said eventually.
Irene looked up, smiling. Her face was covered with Hannah's plentiful juices. "Mmmmm. Fresh meat!"
"Gina!" Hannah pushed Irene off of her "C'mon, love. Put it back in your pants." Of course, neither of them were wearing pants, or much else for that matter. Hannah jumped up and ran to Gina. Throwing her arms around her she gave her a long, passionate hug while she showered her face with kisses. "Oh you're even prettier now than when I left."
Hannah was probably being polite, but Gina felt accepted the compliment graciously. "Thank you. How's college treating you?"
"Not as well as Irene has been, since I got back. So come tell me everything and everyone you've been doing while I've been gone." She led Gina to the bed and they sat down. Irene lay back and masturbated while they chatted about things.
"So Gina, are you seeing anyone steady yet?"
Gina sighed "No, Hannah."
"Hmmm. Well now that I'm back, I'll see if I can't find someone for you." Hannah had set Gina up on dates with a number of boys and girls during her tenure at Falcon Hill High. Gina had felt that the kids her own age were usually interested in only one thing, which she didn't mind giving them, but she felt somehow unfulfilled afterwards. The relationships seldom lasted longer than a few weeks. Hannah, undeterred, saw Gina as a 'project'.
Gina said, "Actually, for the last few months, I've been spending most of my free time servicing that nymphomaniac you call a fiancee."
Hannah looked back at Irene, sliding Hannah's vibrator deep inside her with one hand while she fingered her clit with the other. "Irene, you naughty little girl!" She said in a mock tone of disapproval.
Irene, though a good half foot taller then her lover, was definitely the more submissive partner. Her hands froze, the vibrator still humming deep inside her, and looked up at Hannah sheepishly. "I can't help it! You know how much I need to have it! Besides we never promised to not fuck anyone else."
"That's true." Hannah agreed, reflectively.
"So who's been inside you these last few months?" Irene asked, gaining momentum.
"What an impertinent question! I think you've been a naughty, nasty girl while I've been gone." Hannah paused, then said slyly, "I think you need to be taught a lesson."
Irene's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh yes! A lesson!" She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and set it on the bed next to her. She leaned over to Hannah's night table, opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. With practiced ease, she snapped a cuff on one hand, brought her hands behind her back, and leaning back, locked her free hand in the other cuff. She lay back on the bed, arms trapped behind her and looked to her lover expectantly.
Hannah took the hem of Gina's blouse and gently began to pull it from her skirt. "Gina, would you please tell me exactly what you've been doing with this slut. I need to find out just how naughty she's been before I decide what to do with her."
Gina, drawn into the spirit of the moment, felt a wetness developing between her legs. Helping Hannah pull the blouse up over her head, she spoke. "Well, first she'd call me and start telling me how lonely she was, and horny, and how she needed my help."
Hannah snorted "Hmph. Typical. Please, go on," Hannah prompted, undoing the buttons on her long dress skirt.
"So I get there, and she's in her room all red-eyed like she's been crying. I take her in my arms and she starts bawling, saying she thinks that you don't love her anymore, that you've found someone else."
Hannah finished the last button and now slowly pulled the skirt from Gina's legs. It lay in a pile on the rug. "Did she say that? Irene, honey. What am I going to do with you?"
"I can explain. She was..." Irene said meekly.
Hannah interrupted "Slut! Too late for explanations!" Turning back to Gina she winked, then said calmly, "I'm sorry. You were saying?"
Gina stood and removed her panties and bra "So I calm her down and wipe away her tears. She says you write her and call her all the time, but she just knows it's an act. That you're secretly hoping she'll lose interest in you so you can find someone better."
Hannah turned back to the handcuffed girl. "Someone better, eh? Someone who's not such a fucking whore slut! Is that what you think I'm doing? Finding someone who's not such a pussy, like you?"
Irene swallowed hard, then started, "I..."
Hannah jumped up "Did I ask you to speak!!?" Irene clamped her mouth shut. Hannah leaned over the bed, bringing her face close to Irene's. "Did I? Answer me!" she yelled.
Irene's chin was trembling, tears welling in her eyes. "No." was all she could say. Hannah pulled away and paced the room looking mad as hell. Her thighs, wet from the juices running down her legs gave her away a little, but she continued. "All right, twat, let's get to the bottom of this!" With a deep breath she turned back to the now nude Gina. "Gina," she asked politely as Miss Manners, "I want to thank you for telling me about this. You're a good friend. Still, I think I need you to show me some of the things you two did together. Could you do that for me, please?"
Gina, who always got off on Hannah and Irene's little dom/sub games, was now quite ready to show her exactly what she and Irene had done together. "Well, it was like this. First I get on top of her, like this." She got on the bed and lay down on Irene. "She asks me to play with her nipples, just like you do." She took Irene's chocolate brown nipples in her hands and began rubbing and swirling her thumbs around them. "She closes her eyes and says it feels just like you. So I start pinching them, just like I've seen you do to her." She took both nipples in her fingers and squeezed. Irene's nipples grew even harder as she continued.
Gina took the vibrator from the bed and started running it along her own nipples. "I see. So you've got the bitch by the nips, and you've got her all hot and heavy. What happens then?"
"So then I move down her body and start to rub our pussys against each other." Gina sat up and moved back. She took Irene's legs and holding them up, she pressed herself into her. "And as I start rubbing her, she starts screaming 'Do me, Hannah! Make me cum!' You know, stuff like that." Gina humped herself against Irene's hairless pussy, both girl's clits exposed and swollen.
"Hannah? She called you Hannah?"
"Mmph. That's right, Hannah." Gina's lust took over and she fucked the poor handcuffed girl mercilessly.
Hannah climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over Irene's face. "I see the problem now! This fucking whore can't seem to tell us apart. Well, we're just going to have to teach her which one is which." She brought herself down onto her lover's face. Irene, unable to think anything anymore, smelled that familiar pussy pushed down onto her nose, and rubbed her tongue against Hannah's clitoris. The juices ran down the sides of her face. "Feel this, bitch? This is Hannah. This is my sloppy cunt in your face, slut! Oh, yeah. keep licking, don't you fucking stop, do you hear me?! Gina's got your fucking twat, while I've got your face." Hannah took the vibrator, still in her hand, and played it over Irene's nipples. She rocked her hips back and forth, emphasizing each word she shouted out "Oh. Yeah. Lick Hannah. Fuck Gina. Lick Hannah. Fuck. Oh. Lesson... Lick. Lick. Fuuuuuck!" Hannah came violently, drenching Irene, filling her mouth with her sweet, salty girl cum. This pushed Irene over the edge, and she pushed her hips up into Gina, who knowing that the other two girls were cumming, also climaxed. The room was filled with cries of sweet agony.

"So then she shows me the ring you bought her and some of your letters, and reads them to me. We cuddle up and fall asleep together after that."
"Awww, that's so sweet." Hannah brushed a stray lock of hair from Irene's peaceful face and kissed her tenderly on the lips."
Gina watched the pair kissing, observing how perfectly suited they seemed. A feeling of melancholia descended on her. She knew that she always had a standing invitation to join them, she loved them and they loved her, but she would never be able to go all the way to that private place they shared together. Happy for them, she dispaired for herself. Watching, she felt a tear welling up in her eye. Turning away from them, she gazed at the sky outside through the window. Her eyes lost their focus, staring into the blue nothingness. She let her sadness wash through her. Always an outsider, she thought, always looking through the window. She withdrew into herself, pulling her legs up against her chest and silently wallowed in her self-pity.
Hannah and Irene stopped kissing and looked at the poor girl sharing their bed, if not their innermost hearts. Looking back to each other, they shared a look that both could read: 'We really gotta find someone for her.' Hannah nodded.
Gina felt a hand on her shoulder. "Gina honey, are you OK?" Gina's eyes were closed and she seemed to be sobbing. Moody bitch, thought Hannah. Why does she torture herself like that? One guy she had set him up with last year later confided to her that he found Gina a little baffling. "It's like she pulls you toward her with one arm while she pushes you away with the other. If she wants somebody, fine, if not, also fine. But Jeez, I wish she'd make up her mind already! Nothing personal, Hannah," he said, "I like her. She's really smart, and pretty good in bed. But I just can't figure her out." Hannah wished she could help her, but was at a loss what to do.

One thing she did know. When Gina got into one of her moods, the best thing to do was to leave her alone for a while. Hannah and Irene crept off the bed and went to the bathroom to shower. They washed and dried each other's young, firm bodies and returned, wearing soft terrycloth robes. Gina's crying had played itself out by now and she lay there, flipping rapidly through one of Hannah's teen magazines, barely even looking at it.
"Gina honey, we're going to a party later." Irene said, trying to raise Gina's spirits. "Lots of really cute guys! You want to come with us?"
"Whatever. I don't care." Gina replied without looking up, still flipping pages. Smiling, the two girls dropped their robes and jumped on top of her. Irene, bigger and stronger than Gina, held her down while Hannah tickled her. Gina screamed and fought fiercely, but was held down firmly by Irene, while Hannah's fingers dug into her ribs, under her arms. Laughing uncontrollably, Gina squirmed, "Knock it off! Stop, please!"
"Not until you promise to come with us."
"Stop! All right, I'll come."
Hannah stopped her attack. "Promise?"
Gina sighed. "I promise."
"OK Irene, let her go." Irene released her while Hannah pulled her close and hugged her. "Now, wasn't that easy?"
"Bitch," Gina said, petulantly.
"Absolutely! C'mon, It'll be fun. Maybe you'll meet somebody really nice."
"Yeah, right."
"Girl, you got to learn to roll with the punches. Keep trying. And for Christ's sake, cheer up!"
Smiling in spite of herself, Gina gave Hannah a dig in the ribs, making her squirm. "Well *that's* for tickling me!" Hannah stuck out her tongue at Gina. She could always bring her around again after one of her blue times, that was one of the reasons she liked her so much. She had also grown closer to Irene during the last few months. If only they hadn't found each other, she thought. That brought back a sliver of the depression she had felt earlier, but she pushed it back down with a shake of her head. "I told my mom I'd be home for dinner."
"Go ahead. We'll pick you up around eight."

Chapter 8
The Home Life

"The meaning of life is that it stops."

"May you live all the days of your life."

When Gina returned home she found Mindy, her mother, in the kitchen bent over the kitchen table. An old man wearing a cap with a rooster comb on the top was driving his erect penis in and out of her.
It was Mr. Withers, one of the Robinson's neighbors from down the block. A few months ago his wife had passed away, and he had gone a little mad from grief and senility. Now he was convinced that he was a rooster and all the women on the block were his chickens. He was totally harmless and the ladies on the block felt sorry for him. So they all had themselves approved for sex with him. He would show up about once a week or so and, always wearing that ridiculous cap, proceed to screw each lady in the house he had been approved for. He always entered her from behind, and only lasted a few seconds before he pulled out and shot his load on the lady's backside.
Cumming almost at once he shouted "Cock! Cock! Cock a doodle doo!" and spurted his wad onto Mindy's lower back The woman grabbed a dish rag and wiped up the goo. Tossing the rag back on the table, she gave Gina a weak smile and left the room hurriedly. Gina thought she seemed a little nervous, or worried, or something. I wonder what's bothering her, she reflected.
The man crowed again, this time at Gina. "Come on, little chicky. There's plenty left for you." He stood there running his hand along his cock. Gina smiled, sorry for the poor, old man. She pulled off her panties and assumed the same position as had her mother, spreading her legs and bending over the table, throwing her long dress over her head. The man slid into her, gave her a few rapid shoves, then pulled out and splashed his seed on Gina's buttocks. The man crowed again, pulled up his shorts and left, without a word to anyone.
Gina wiped herself up and pulled her panties back on. She remembered the tragic look of shock he had worn at the wife's funeral. Married for forty years, now suddenly alone, he seemed to be ready to die himself, if only to rejoin his beloved Edith. He was too numb to cry, so Gina cried for him. He withdrew into his house in the days that followed, hardly ever emerging. Now he seemed to be happy, if a trifle confused. During his more lucid moments he was a charming and interesting fellow. Gina often stopped to chat with him as he watered his lawn or tended his garden. He had traveled and done much during his life and loved to relate his experiences.

Gina went upstairs and showered. She put on a pair of white panties with only a hint of lace around the top. She pulled on some long sweats and a loose fitting top with long sleeves then went downstairs to do some studying.

Her brother, Kevin, was sitting on the living room couch. Now a freshman in high school, he was popular with the other freshmen. He wore his sandy blonde hair long and shaggy, and his formerly silly grin had turned positively goofy. He wrestled and worked out and was developing a nice muscular body, but was still as mellow and easy-going as anyone you'd want to meet. Joey Hebert, a fellow freshman, was sitting close to him. Kevin ran his fingers over Joey's chin.
"Feel it! A *hair*. I'm growing a beard." Joey said.
Kevin peered and felt. "I don't see anything." Kevin pulled him closer.
"Right there!"
"Oh yeah, I see it." Kevin's fingers traced circles around Joey's chin and lips. Joey's lips parted and Kevin's index finger slowly moved into his mouth. Joey slowly sucked on the finger, which Kevin slid deeper and deeper. Now Joey brought his hand up and inserted his finger into Kevin's mouth. They sucked on each other, rubbing their cheeks together, feeling for that elusive first hair.

Gina sat in the easy chair and started reading a textbook on Sociology. She swiftly scanned the pages. As she did, each word and illustration was instantly impressed into her mind. She could still recall with almost perfect clarity every textbook she had ever read since the day she first became a tape slave. She often wondered how

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The two boys were kissing now, lips locked in a wide open-mouthed french kiss. Their tongues slurped against each other, their hands moved over each other's bodies. The head of Joey's erect cock pushed it's way past the top of his shorts. Kevin reached down and began running his thumb and forefingers along the head. Joey ran his own hand along Kevin's firm, strong legs, finally reaching up through the bottom of his shorts to feel his balls. Kevin let his legs spread wide to give Joey better access to his privates while he reached his hand into his friend's pants and, after spreading the lubrication oozing from the tip of his cock around the head with his thumb, he slowly pulled the skin up and down, which caused Joey to moan.
"Mmmmm. That's fantastic. You sure know how to get me hard, Kevin." Joey's hand snaked further up Kevin's pant leg and stroked him, making his shorts tent up while a small spot of wetness appeared in the front. "Are you gonna leave those on all day, or what?" he asked.
Kevin grinned at his school chum and, lifting his hips, he pushed the shorts down over Joey's arm. Joey, now wearing Kevin's shorts on one arm, reached up and began stroking Kevin's dick with growing speed. Kevin lay back on the couch and closed his eyes as his penis was pleasured. "Ooooh, I'm gonna cum soon," he murmured.
Joey brought his head down and took Kevin's five inches all the way into his mouth. Kevin ran his hands though Joey's brown hair as his saliva covered cock was tended to by Joey's tongue and teeth. Kevin's breathing grew deep and rapid now while Joey pulled the dick deep down his throat. His body twitched and his balls contracted as he shot a thick stream of semen down into his classmate's stomach. Joey continued to suck and swallow, getting every drop into his mouth.
As Kevin relaxed, Joey pulled his cock out of his mouth with a wet sounding pop. Kevin's red, engorged penis lay twitching on his stomach while Joey leaned over Kevin. Letting his mouth open over his friend's, a big glob of Kevin's cum dripped from Joey's mouth into the other boy's. They kissed deeply, spreading the white goo over each other's lips and tongues.

After a while, they finished between them the last of Kevin's sperm and Joey sat up, pulling Kevin up with him. He pulled the front of his shorts down, exposing his hard member. "OK, my turn!" Gina's brother bent down and slurped and licked Joey's erection, spitting and rubbing so as to cover it with a thick coating of his own saliva.
"You ready, yet?" Kevin asked, looking up into his friend's lust clouded eyes.
"Uh huh," the other grunted. Climbing off the couch to his knees, Kevin grinned and turned over, letting his legs fall from the couch. He faced into it, his knees resting wide apart on the rug.
Joey followed his friend off the couch and placed his slick penis against the opening to Kevin's ass. Swirling it around, he soon spread a layer of moisture around the pucker. Kevin sighed. "Go ahead, I'm ready," he said, lowering his head to the cushions.
Joey slowly invaded Kevin's willing ass, pushing his head in an inch or so, then pulling out. He repeated the maneuver, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. Kevin's body shook. He groaned, "Yeah, that's it. Deeper, put it all in."
Joey pushed himself completely into Kevin's anus, then rocked his hips, fucking his friend deeply up the ass. "You like this?" He asked, pushing himself fully inside.
Kevin grimaced and gave a cry,. "Nnnnnnph. You kidding? I love it!" Joey reached under Kevin and held his shoulders while alternately backing out and pulling himself deep within his buddy's hole.
The two fucked like rabbits for a few minutes, then Joey pushed hard and came, shooting his seed deep inside Kevin. He pushed deep into Gina's brother with each spasm, while he clutched the pillows and buried his head into the cushions, muffing his screams.
Both satisfied, for now, Joey pulled out and the boys lay on the rug, kissing and feeling each other's pubic hairs. "You sure do have a lot a hair down here," Kevin observed.

As the boys continued to fondle each other, Gina finished the book and set it down. She sat for a few minutes, digesting the information that had been absorbed into her mind. Most of the information was old news to her, but there were some interesting angles on how it had been presented. People lived in groups or circles, the book explained, ever widening out, like waves in a pond. The inner circle was one's immediate family, just outside that was one's friends and relatives, outside of that, the neighborhood, church, then the community and so on. Of course the book has been written before the taping of the human race, so it used the word 'community' in a far different context than the world knew it today.

She watched her brother and his friend, feeling each other's crotches to see who had the most pubic hair, and wondered if they ever had the same feelings of alienation from the world that she felt. Probably not, she decided. Her brother was a carefree and happy soul, extroverted and friendly. He just meanders through life, she thought, grinning and greeting the world with his arms wide open. He had already included a lot of kids from high school in his sex circle, both male and female, and embraced all with a warm, easygoing sense of companionship. At times, she wished she was more like that herself, but then her dark side would come back. What's the use of other people, she'd say to him, they'll just hurt you. But he would just grin, shrug his shoulders and say, "Sometimes. But not always."

Their mother entered the room. "Joey," she said, "It's time for you to go home now."
The boys sat up and pulled their shorts back on. "OK Mrs. Robinson. Hey Kevin, my mom's driving me to the mall tomorrow. Want to come along?"
Kevin grinned. "Cool!"
"I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye Mrs. Robinson. Bye Gina."
Gina was yanked out of her thoughts. "Later, Joey." Kevin walked his friend to the front door then ran upstairs.
"You wash up now, young man, dinner's almost done. Gina, would you set the table?" She gave Gina that same nervous look she had seen earlier.
"Sure, mom. Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine, dear. Now set the table, please. Your father will be home in a little bit."
Gina got a sponge from the kitchen and proceeded to wipe down the dining room table. After spreading a tablecloth and returning from the kitchen with the plates, her younger sister, Lisa Robinson entered with some silverware and began arranging it also. Lisa wore nothing but knee high boots and a large, transparent, red wrap that hung around her shoulders and hung down to her hips. She was naked underneath it. Now thirteen and not yet five feet tall, she was maturing into an exceptional beauty and she knew it. She had an elfish face with those same wide, innocent eyes that Gina had at her age plus a cute button nose and full, pouty lips. Her breasts had grown some, but were still small, with tiny nipples that pointed almost straight up. Her long red-black hair hung straight down almost to her butt, her dark pussy hair was shaved into a little heart. She oozed sex from every pore in her body. Even barefoot, her narrow hips swished when she walked. In an age when everybody had multiple sex partners, she was, incredibly, considered loose. Boys and girls flocked to her and she gave her hot little body up to them with complete abandon, fucking them in pairs, trios, the more the merrier. She had over a thousand people in her sex circle, and the number was growing by leaps and bounds. The people at the Community Center all knew her by name and joked with her. "We ought to set up a Center at your home. That would save you a lot of trips back and forth here."
Gina felt a familiar twinge of lust for her sister as they set the table together. She has that effect on everybody, she thought. No one could resist her charms, she had a sixth sense about what turned people on and made full use of it. For some, she would be childlike and submissive, for others an aggressive seductress, whatever the occasion demanded. Knowing how to get whatever she wanted by using her body, she relished the sense of power that was hers.
When the table was set, Gina sat down in one of the chairs. Lisa slithered over and sat on Gina's lap, facing away. Grinding her tiny bottom into Gina's lap she cooed. "Been thinking about me, sis?"
Gina, smelling her little sister's sweet, perfumed body, began losing control of herself, She took a handful or long, soft hair and held it to her nose, inhaling deeply, smelling the clean scent of shampoo. She began to run her other hand along her sister's smooth, perfect shoulders. Her nipples grew hard. "What are you doing tonight, kiddo?" she asked.
"Dance school." Lisa had talked mom and dad into ballet lessons, she was pretty good at it. She purred like a kitten and spread her legs apart. Gina lightly ran her fingertip around Lisa's perfect pussy lips. She was getting hot.
Suddenly, Lisa stood up, turned around and kissed her sister. Pulling back, she said, "Tonight, sis. I'll be waiting." She skipped out of the room, leaving Gina simmering from unfulfilled desire.
"Shit!" she thought. "Fucking little tease!" That was Lisa's way, to get someone's juices flowing, then pull back. She was a fisherman of love, reel them in, give them a little line, then reel in some more. There was no malice involved, she had simply learned that it would make the inevitable mating that much more exciting. It was also how she exerted control, using her body to wrap other people around her little finger. Only with Kevin, who had deflowered her almost three years ago, did she lose control. When they fucked, it was always she who came first, begging for more. Kevin could last a good couple of hours or so, but no one man could outlast Lisa. Maybe that was why she ran from person to person so frantically. She was looking for a replacement for her darling brother. Wondering if Lisa ever felt those same dark feelings that she had, she was interrupted by her mother bringing in bowls of food.

Chapter 9
The Melt Down

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value from joy you must have someone to divide it with."

"Come now my loyal subject, why do you look so sad? Have you forgotten the penalty for being unhappy?"
DR. DOOM, Fantastic Four Comic Book

Tony Alverez fucked Wendy Graves.
Wendy Graves sucked her brother Zach Grave's tool.
Zach Graves pushed a second finger into Gloria Hobbes vagina.
Gloria Hobbes pulled Matt Leher's slightly bent dick deeply into her mouth.
Matt Leher switched the vibrator on and ran it in and out of Eddie Stanton's rectum.
Eddie Stanton ran a feather over Betty Vine's pussy, causing her bound body to squirm with laughter.
Betty Vine lay on her back, her arms tied firmly to her sides, while the wet, hot hole of Mary Young rubbed against her face.
Mary Young alternately caressed and gently squeezed the balls of Tony Alverez while she kissed his buttocks, laying down a motif red lipstick marks.

The party was in full swing.

A chorus of kids sat around them, cheering and providing a running commentary. Suddenly, Betty Vine climaxed loudly. Her pussy muscles contracted and her mouth formed a round 'O' shape. "Oh... oh... oh yeah! Oh, I'm cumming!" Her arms bound tightly to her, she kicked her legs, banging the soles of her feet on the rug. When she settled down, a couple of kids came forward and carried her out of the loop. Eddie Stanton and Mary Young moved together to relink the chain.
Eddie began using his devilish feather on Mary's eager body. "One more down, seven left to go. Mary, I got your number, you're mine!"
"Why don't you put your feather where your mouth is, stud!" Mary laughed back.

This was a popular game at kids parties. Sort of a cross between musical chairs and an orgy. As people orgasmed, they were removed from the chain. The last one left was the winner. Or the loser, depending on your point of view.

One by one the kids dropped out of the chain. This chain had been formed in alphabetical order. Several kids who had lost (or won) early were either masturbating as they watched the game, or paired off and screwed each other.

Mary knew Eddie's skill with the feather. She tried to put him out of her mind and concentrate on Tony in front of her. But she was very ticklish and knew she wouldn't last long. Fortunately for Mary, Eddie lasted even less. Kneeling, with his elbows on the rug, with Matt's face between his legs, his anus was burning under the ministrations of the vibrator. Knowing that he was close, Matt took his cock in hand. Giving it a few swift strokes he pulled the tool out of his ass and rubbed it back and forth on his balls, while aiming the cock at his open mouth. That was all it took for Eddie who came hard, cum spurting out his cock and covering Matt's tongue and lips. Matt moved his head up and slurped every last drop of the milky fluid from the tip. Eddie fell to his side when his prick stopped pulsing and was dragged out of the chain. Matt moved up behind Mary and set forth to repeat his performance.

Wendy loved her brother's cock. She loved everything about it, the feel, the smell, the taste. When they had been kids they had fought like cats and dogs. They still did, but now the fights had a tendency to turn into terrific sessions of shattering sex. They'd roll around on the floor, each trying to gain an advantage over the other, until their mom told them to take it outside. Wendy loved it when she pinned her brother to the ground and forced her hand between his legs. He'd squirm and twist against her, until she would have him laying there limp with exhaustion and panting with lust. Then she'd pull off her pants and push his choice cock into her eager pussy, sucking face with him until they both exploded in titanic climaxes. Her thoughts were making her hot, always a fatal mistake in a chain. Her pussy began to contract around Tony's long, thick organ and she whimpered helplessly as the orgasms poured through her.

Zach lay on his back and fingered Gloria's twat. He felt a large hand wrap itself around his hard cock. It was Tony. Like a lot of boys at school, Zach was a little overwhelmed by Tony's masculinity. He was big and strong, had started shaving at 14 and was a letterman in three sports. His manliness seemed to make his male sex partners seem feminine in comparison. Tony was a nice guy to hang with, if you liked machismo. In an earlier age, he would have been a classic case of denial, overcompensating for his unconscious desires with a swaggering attitude and an exaggerated hostility for homosexuality. Tony took his ten inch stick and lay it alongside Zach's six incher. Taking both their cocks in his large hand, he stroked them together and ran his other hand over Zach's body, feeling the tensing muscles in his arms and chest. Tony's big pole reminded him of his father's, he thought. Zach felt an indescribable feeling wash through him, his legs wrapped around each other, and his balls tightened, causing him to splash stream after stream onto his stomach.

Mary was pleased with the way her party was going. All the kids here were included in each other's sex circles, she had made sure of that. Most of the kids around here were really popular in school. There were a few nerds and geeks here, too, but she found that they often served up the best cock and pussy you could find. Not that she hung with them in school or anything like that, but it was hard to snub somebody once you'd had your brains fucked out by them. Like was happening to her now. Matt flipped the vibrator to the highest setting and plunged it into her pussy like a man possessed. He knew he had to hurry, his own blood was beginning to boil. He brought his head down to Mary's clit and sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. His temples were throbbing as he felt his orgasm approaching. Mary was ready to come also. Matt squeezed his eyes shut tightly and dumped a load of semen down Gloria's throat while Mary grabbed his head and pressed it hard against her cunt and drenched him with her own come juice.

Now it was down to Tony Alverez and Gloria Hobbes. Tony lay on his back with Gloria sucking and jacking him off like a complete nympho. Tony flicked Gloria's clit with his tongue and fucked both her pussy and her ass with his first two fingers. Finally Gloria, no longer able to hold back her desire, came with a thunderous shout, losing control of her body and splashing Tony's face with her nectar. Tony raised both fists in the air in triumph as an ovation of yeahs and applause filled the room.

Gloria slid off of her lover and crawled away to mope and recover. A dozen kids came to Tony and, as one, settled down to give him his reward. Tony felt his whole body being pleasured. People were kissing his mouth, blowing hot, wet breaths into his ears, sucking his nipples, running hands through his hairy chest. There was a girl bouncing on his cock while two others humped themselves on his legs. Every so often they switched places. He held a stone hard penis in each hand while the owners rocked themselves back and forth. As they came they moved forward to splash their cum onto his hairy torso. Then a new dick would find its way into his free hand. Tony was on fire! He felt his sperm rising up through his cock, preparing to shoot it's way skyward. Sonya Stuart, the girl who happened to be riding him at the time, pulled off of him and gave him a few swift strokes. Tony's first burst of white flew two feet into the air and fell over his head. His shot a half dozen more streams, landing all over him and onto the eager bodies of the teenagers attacking his hot, sexy body.

"OK Tony," Mary said, holding two bags closed and shaking them, "First your prize." Tony reached into the bag and pulled out a card and handed it to Mary, who glanced at it. "Drumroll, please... OK Tony, you get.... nipple clamps!"
"Damn," said Zach Graves. "I wanted the nipple clamps."
Mary Young pulled an elastic cord with small alligator clips attached to each end. Clipping each end onto one of Tony's erect nipples, the cord stretched a bit, pulling Tony's furry pects together.
"Ouch! Mary watch out for the hairs."
"Sorry. Now you may have the honors." Tony held one hand over his eyes and pulled a slip of paper from the second bag. "'Arrange by shoe size'", he announced. "'Ladies get a plus one size handicap.'"
Kids began lining up and sorting themselves into the proper order for this round. A few who had been in the kitchen came out to join in the fun.

The doorbell rang. Mary Young tapped her partners and pulled out of the chain. "I'm out this round." Pulling a thin robe around herself she went to open the door. Hannah and Irene stood there. She invited them in.
"Hannah! Welcome back, girl. Hey, it's about time you two got here! You're missing all the good parts."
The girls burst into tears and threw themselves into Mary's arms. "Oh Mary," Irene sobbed.
"What's the matter?" By now people close by had stopped their activities and were looking curiously at the trio.
Hannah looked at Mary, her face a mask of horror, "It's Gina Robinson. We were going to bring her along with us."
"Gina?"

The family had finished dinner, and were enjoying the dessert when Frank Robinson cleared his throat and tapped his glass with his fork.
"OK, family meeting, everyone." All eyes turned to him. He sat there for a moment collecting his thoughts. "Um, well..." He paused then went on again. "Kids, there's just no easy way to say this, so I might as well give it to you straight. Your mother and I have decided to split up."
The room was deadly quiet for a long time. Gina felt a strawberry flavored wave of nausea pass through her.
Finally Kevin, who had, for once, lost his grin, asked the inevitable question, "Why? Don't you love us anymore?"
"No, no no! Don't ever think that! You kids are the most precious things in our lives. Never doubt that for an instant!" He held out his arms and gathered Kevin up, hugging him tightly. "I love you all more than anything in the whole wide world. But you see son, your mother and I..., well..., we just can't live together anymore."
Kevin still looked worried, "I love you too, dad. But what's going to happen?"
"Well, for now I'm going to move out and get an apartment downtown and Mindy and you kids'll stay here. I'll still see you kids all the time, and you can come stay with me nights and weekends." He looked tenderly into his son's face. "And we'll talk on the phone and I'll still come to all your baseball games."
Kevin's grin returned, a little weak. "You don't come to all my games now."
"Well then I'm gonna start!"
Gina continued to sit there, numb. Lisa suddenly asked, "Does this mean you'll be leaving each other's sex circle?" Gina jumped as though she'd been slapped and stared at her little sister. "I mean, if any of my friends found out that you guys petitioned for dissolution, I'd never be able to show my face at school again."
"No, of course not, Lisa. We just..."
Gina grabbed her glass and threw it against the wall. It shattered, leaving a dark stain on the wall and glass slivers raining down onto the rug. "Lisa, you stupid bitch! Don't you get it? Mom and dad are getting divorced! DIVORCED!" She grabbed her dessert plate and flung it, frisbeee style. It left a glob of whipped cream and strawberries on the wall next to the milk stain. She ran to the doorway, turning to her family. "I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you all!"
She ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. Locking the door, she crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her. Sobbing, she curled up and let her grief and misery pour out onto her pillow. She lay there for a long, long time. Over and over the words of her father kept replaying through her mind, till she could no longer stand it. She felt like she was going insane, it was a terrible thing to go mad and to know it, to be unable to prevent it. The blackness closed in on you, driving out every good feeling you ever felt. And the pain! The pain was a physical force, slicing through her, burning her flesh like fire. No way to stop the pain, no way at all. No wait. There was one way to stop the pain. An easy way. Gina slowly pulled the covers from over her, then stood up. Walking across the room, she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bright red and her face wet from her tears. Her face was calm, though, dead calm. She kissed her fingertips, pressed them to the reflection and walked into the adjoining bathroom.

Chapter 10
The Prescription

"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

"There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say."

Blackness.
More blackness.
Take a black handkerchief, drop it, and let it drift to the floor in a pitch black room. It falls to the ground in a second or so. Now take away the lights, the furniture, the rug, the doors, the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the handkerchief, the seconds, and just keep the drifting.
Was that a touch of grey? Or red?
No, still black.
Yup, just blackness.

Gina opened her eyes. She was lying in a bed. Not her own. White sheets, white blanket. White sleeves, running down to her elbows.
Gina swallowed. Ouch, that hurt.
She had her tonsils removed when she was 10. Swallowing hurt that time, too. She'd woken up in the hospital, and...
Wait a minute. That was years ago.
Gina had swallowed an entire bottle of aspirin, topping it off with most of a bottle of children's cold medicine. She had then gone back to bed and lay there, waiting for the end. Instead, she became violently ill, puking up her guts all over the comforter. Her parents heard the commotion and busted the door open to find her laying in the bathroom. She remembered lying in the back seat of the car, her father breaking every speeding law in the book, while her mother cradled her head. The car squealed to a stop. A small, bright light shined in her eyes on her while a number of people shouted at each other and at her. Then she had been placed onto a bed on wheels and rolled around outside. Or did the bed happen before the light? She couldn't remember.
Her eyes focused and she moved them back and forth, scanning the room. A hospital room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother, sleeping, curled up in a chair. "Mom?" she said. Or tried to, all that came out was a soft croak.
Mindy heard her daughter's voice and opened her eyes, leaping up from the chair before fully awakening. She put her hands on Gina's arms and gazed down at her. Her mascara had run, making black blobs below her eyes. She broke down crying and placed Gina's head in her bosom and wailed, "Oh baby, you had us so worried! I thought we were going to lose you. Are you all right?" She went on crying, gently shaking the bed and Gina's tired body with each sob.
"Mmmmooooommmmmm?" Gina's dry throat rasped again. Her mother looked up. "Thhhhhiiiirrrrsssttttyyy." She said slowly, enunciating each syllable. Her mother picked up a squeeze bottle with a flexible straw from the night stand. Bending the straw and placing it in Gina's mouth, she held it the teenager sipped the water and the pain in her throat subsided a little.
"They had to pump your stomach, Gina. The doctor said you'd have a sore throat for a day or so but you'd be all right." Then suddenly switching from joy to anger, as only a mother can do, she snapped. "Don't you ever do this to us again, young lady! We can work this out, I promise you."
"Ssssoooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyy," was all that she could say.
"I'm sorry too, baby." Mindy stroked her daughter's hair and held her close for a few minutes. "I need to call your father. He's home with Kevin and Lisa. You just rest, honey. I'll be back in a few minutes." She reached into her pockets for some change. "I didn't bring my purse. I guess I'll have to call collect." She left.

Gina lay there, staring at the ceiling. The memory of her parent's announcement replayed itself in her mind a few more times. Instead of the hurt and pain she had felt earlier, this time she just felt numb, like it had all happened to someone else.
"So your mom says you tried to kill yourself," she heard a voice in the room say. There was a man in the next bed, behind a curtain. He continued, his voice taking on a slight tone of derision, "After eating a full meal, you take what, a few dozen aspirin and some cough syrup? And you thought *that* would kill you? Extraordinary!"
Gina closed her eyes tightly. The man continued, more congenially. "You know, if you'd just thought about it rationally for a minute, you'd have come up with any number of better ways. Don't you have any drain cleaner under the sink? Or a knife or scissors? Lie in the tub, snip, snip and fall asleep."
Gina lay there, unable to keep from hearing his words. "Still, I think you've made your point. There's no better way to punish a parent than to threaten to take one of their children away, is there."
That wasn't it at all, she thought. She just wanted to end the pain she was feeling. The whole world had closed in on her, she simply couldn't go on. She opened her mouth to tell him all these things but all that came out was a unintelligible croak.
"Oh well. Tomorrow's another day. G'night." Gina heard no more from him. Almost immediately, her own fatigue caught up with her and she slept, too.

"Wake up Gina, it's time for breakfast." Gina opened her eyes and sat up. A nurse set a tray of extremely unappetizing food in front of her. "How's your throat feeling today?
"Better," Gina replied softly. She could at least make words now.
Taking a slip of paper from her pocket and setting it on the tray, the nurse continued. "Your mom left a note for you." The nurse went behind the curtains. "Wake up, Dr. Warren."
The note explained that Mindy had been told by the nurse to go home and come back in the morning. She would return about 10:00 AM with her father and they could talk then, if Gina wanted. She loved her daughter more than anything, and she had changed her mind. She had decided not to divorce Frank. Just then, the nurse opened the outside curtains and light flooded the room. Gina's spirits felt a twinge of hope in the brightened space.
The nurse continued, irritated, "Will you please wake up, Dr. Warren. Here's your breakfast."
"Good morning, nurse. My goodness, you're looking ugly today."
"Doctor..." she started.
"No really. I say to you, your exquisite beauty is matched only by the delectable appeal of your haute, recovery ward cuisine. Are you going to give me some coffee or not?"
"Sorry, no coffee today. Here's some tea though."
"Yeow!"
"Oops, sorry." The nurse came back around the curtain and left, muttering to Gina, "Doctors! Why do they always come to my floor?"
Gina silently snickered, then slowly ate her pureed and liquefied breakfast. Maybe mom and dad wouldn't get a divorce. Feeling elated, she also felt guilty. Maybe the man had been right. Maybe she'd used emotional blackmail to force her parents into staying together.

"Nurse, I'm finished." Dr. Warren shouted and called for the nurse, but none showed. "Nurse! Oh crap. Um, excuse me there... Gina, is it?... Can you help me for a second please?"
"Fuck off," she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.
He paused. "Yeah, I guess I deserved that. Hey kid. I'm sorry if I was mean last night. Honest really, but I really do need some help. My leg's broken and I can't stand up."
Gina sighed and went to help him, if only to shut him up. Slowly, she pushed her tray down the bed, pulled the covers off and stood up. She was dressed in one of those hospital gowns with no back to it. Holding onto the railing of her bed, she reached out and drew back the curtain.
A man lay in the bed with his leg in a cast, suspended in the air by a rope on a pulley. "Could you put this tray on the table there. Ah, thank you, that's better." Gina turned to return to her bed. "Um, I don't mean to pry or anything, but if you'd like to talk

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"Hard to talk," Gina whispered.
"Yeah, I can imagine. They have to run a tube down your throat to pump your stomach. Still, I can guarantee it hurts less than a broken leg. You know, a housefly did this to me." Gina wore a look of confusion. "Really. Have a seat and I'll tell you about it."

Soon Gina was smiling as he related his story. "So I see him up there on the ceiling. Slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch. I rolled up the magazine and climbed onto my desk. He's just sitting there, and I'm crouching down. All of a sudden I jump up and swat at the ceiling. I miss both him and the desk on the way down. The next thing I know, I'm on my back and I can see the sole of my shoe. You never expect to see the soles of your shoes while you're wearing them. Then the pain kicked in." The man grimaced. "There's a piece of bone sticking out through a tear in my pants and I start screaming my head off. Someone comes in and finds me and calls the ambulance. The real killer is that, while I'm laying there, the damn fly comes back down and lands on my leg. So I swat him again." The man slapped his hand lightly against the cast. "Only harder. Hey, it's not that funny!"
Gina nodded vigorously.
"OK, maybe it is that funny. So I've been here a month and they say maybe another couple of weeks or so I can go home. In the meantime, my only pleasure is to insult the nurses and read. You know, the worst thing about the hospital isn't the pain or the manhandling the staff gives you, it's the isolation. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, you spend the whole day trapped inside your own head."
Gina looked away.
"There I go again! Sorry, kiddo. So what do you think's going to happen with you and your folks."
Gina got the note her mother had written and gave it to the man. He read it, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "Most extraordinary. What do you think about this?"
"They still love each other."
"I don't think they ever stopped loving each other. Gina, do you ever play chess?"
Gina held her hand out and rolled it back and forth. 'Somewhat', the gesture implied.
"Would you care to play? There's a chess set in my bag there."

They played while the man continued to talk, about himself, his life, about nothing in general. "You're pretty good at this. Do you play often?"
Gina had once seen a book on the one hundred most famous games of chess. As always, each move and the associated commentary was available for instant recall. She had actually played very little chess and was short on strategy, but very long on experience. She traded his queen for her rook and soon had a commanding lead. Soon she had checked and mated his king.
"Good game, kid. Tell me, what's my best move now?"
Gina stared at him for a second. "You don't have one. You lost."
"Yes, yes, I know that. My king is in check, and any move I make will either keep him in jeopardy from your rook, or subject him to capture by a different piece. My question is, what do I, Dr. Ben Warren, do at this point."
"You lose. You stop playing the game."
"Yes, of course. In other words, If you lose by staying still, and you lose by moving, the best move is to admit defeat. My question is what do I do afterwards. Should I give up chess forever?"
"No, you play again."
"Exactly, you play again. There's a lot of parallels between chess and life, don't you think?" He looked at her, searching her eyes. Suddenly she understood. She thought for a moment.
"Life isn't chess," she said eventually.
"Very true. Life is much more important than chess." There was silence in the room for a moment. "Let's try another example." He arranged the pieces. "What's my best move now?"
Gina stared at the board for a moment. While the king wasn't in check, she could see that any move made would endanger it. "You can't move. Stalemate."
"So who wins?" he asked.
"Nobody."
"But the game can't end until someone wins."
"You can draw."
"You're right. Both players can agree to end the game with nothing more than a handshake. Nobody wins, nobody loses. But we can't play another game until we clean away this one."
Gina sat there, pondering his words. Finally she looked up to him. "Mom and dad?" she asked.
The man smiled liberally. "You understand, here at least, anyway." He tapped his head with his fingers. "Maybe soon you can begin to understand here, too." He placed his hand over his heart.
They set the board up for another game. "Marriage's even less like chess than life." she said after her first move.
"All right, already!. So it was a bad analogy. Give me some time, I'll work up something better."

Gina was dressed in some street clothes her parents had brought for her to wear. "I feel fine. Why do I have to ride in the wheelchair?" she asked the orderly.
"Sorry, hospital policy. Sit, please."
Dr. Warren called from the next bed. "You're not leaving without saying goodbye, are you?"
Gina went to his bed. He smiled up to her. "I hope I was able to help you."
Gina took his hand and held it in hers. "You did. Thank you." she said softly.
"Listen, if you ever feel like you have to talk to someone, I want you to know that you can call me, any time, day or night. He took a card and a pen from the night stand. After writing on it he handed it to her.
Gina looked at the card. 'Dr. Benjamin Warren, MD, Psychiatry. Specializing in the treatment of children and adolescents.'
"That's my home number on the back."
Gina put the card in her pocket. Then holding back a tear she quickly hugged the man.
"Aggghhh! Watch the leg!" Smiling at the each other, he said, "Now get of here. Be careful or this storm trooper in white might break one of *your* legs."

Gina drove home in the back seat with her parents in the front. They didn't hold hands, Gina observed. They never seem to hold hands anymore.
"Mom, dad. I've been thinking about a lot of things."
"Yes, punkin?" Frank prompted.
"I don't think you two should stay together anymore." It still hurt to think about it, but she could at least be noble. They continued driving.
"Punkin, I feel so bad about this..."
"Don't. I still don't feel good about this, but I don't want you to be stalemated or anything."
"Stalemated?" her parents thought.
"Besides, I'll be going off to college in a few months, anyway, so it's like I guess I gotta grow up sooner or later. Just promise me one thing, dad."
"What's that."
"At first, If you start dating again... don't tell me about it, OK?."
"OK." They pulled into the driveway.
"Mom?"
"Yes, honey?" Mindy answered.
"I think I may want to go into psychology."
"Psychology?"
"Umm Hmm."
"Well then, you'll be a great one."

---------------------------Part III---------------------------

Chapter 11
The News Of The World

"The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be."

"Possible? Is anything possible? Read the newspapers."

"Here's the KZXQ news, every hour at the top of the hour. KZXQ news time is now 1:00."
"-Beep- "
"The lead story is the death of Miles O'Niell, the last person to be afflicted with the HIV virus, of complications resulting from AIDS. Doctors from the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, who have for more than two decades tried unsuccessfully to come up with a vaccine or treatment for the retrovirus, promised to continue their investigation of the disease although, they admitted that any further research would be at best, theoretical."
"Another bomb exploded in the Johannesberg, South African airport yesterday, killing 1 and injuring 20. The Hottentot Separatist Movement has claimed responsibility."
"The population is still getting smaller. For the eighth straight year world deaths have exceeded births, according to a report released by the UN yesterday. Since eight years ago, when the human race was taped to have only one child per couple, the population has dropped steadily, both from natural death of older members and from the growing trend of young people to put off having their child for longer periods of time. As expected, said the report, most of the decrease has taken place in non-industrialized countries, which have higher death rates, but the trend was increasing in developed countries, too."
"Also from the UN, a report detailing the replanting of the Brazilian rain forest indicated that the project, while proceeding, was going slower than expected. The local authorities disagreed however, saying, 'You try replanting a continent and see how long it takes you.'"
"From the business desk, the market is up today, following the news that the FCC has approved the merger of V-Com and the Associated Cable Company, thus paving the way for the entire country to serviced by video phone, or v-phone, technology. This sent the price of both shares up rapidly, leading the advances on the big board. Currently, the service is only available in the western states and the Atlantic seaboard."
"In local news, the San Francisco Sex Chain Society has set a new American record for the largest all-female sex chain. The official count was 22,790 but unofficial reports put the number at closer to 25,000. The event, which was held in Golden Gate Park, drew large crowds of spectators. Organizers of New York's Sex Chain Society, which formerly held the record, have vowed to construct a chain of at least 30,000 in the near future."
"KZXQ news time, now 1:04."

Chapter 12
The Trip

"When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels."

"We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart."

Gina Robinson, now 27, disembarked from the plane. She wore a flowery sun dress which fell to her ankles but left her shoulders uncharacteristically uncovered. Her brother, Kevin Robinson, along with Kevin's girlfriend, Sally Stuart, accompanied her. Sally was a large woman, tall and big boned as they say. She had curly blonde hair and a homely face. They walked up the ramp and into the terminal where Lisa Robinson, the youngest of Mindy and Frank Robinson's three children, met them at the gate. Lisa wore a black leather mini-skirt, a black leather jacket and heels. She was topless under the jacket. Her teeny nipples rose from her excitement at seeing her family after three years.
"Sis! Bro!" Lisa jumped into Kevin's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her mini-skirt flapped open revealing that she had nothing on underneath. Kevin's hands held her trim buttocks as she covered his face with kisses. Gina noticed that Kevin's hand began to knead Lisa's tiny ass cheeks, gently pulling her crotch up against his. "Mmmmm, that feels good. You got something in there for me, stud?"
Kevin gave her rump a small slap and set her down. "Aren't you getting married tomorrow morning, little sister?"
"I'm promising to love, honor and obey. There's nothing in that about not taking my brother's lovely dick into my twat and letting him fill me up." Turning to Gina she pulled her close and hugged her tightly. The sisters kissed, full on the lips, then pulled back to look at each other. Lisa ran her hands over her big sister's breasts, fingering the material. "No bra, I see. Still dressing like a nun, though?"
Gina smirked. A private jab between sisters, referring to Gina's habit of still wearing panties, which fewer did these days. Lisa never wore any underwear unless she was having her period or the weather was freezing, which in the bay area wasn't very often.
"Lisa," Kevin brought Sally forward. "You remember Sally Stuart, from high school."
Lisa approached the woman and looked at her for a second. "I don't remember you, exactly. But I do know you're in my circle." This was not unusual, once people had included each other in their sex circles, they never forgot it. They might forget the name, or the face, but the other was remembered for life. "Oh wait, you're Sonya's sister aren't you?"
"That's right."
The girls hugged. "God Sally, how long has it been."
"Since we last met or last fucked?" They all laughed.
Gina said, "We need to pick up our bags."
"Downstairs. This way."

After retrieving the bags from the carousel and piling into Lisa's car, they drove off to Lisa's place.
"You can check into the hotel later, but I want you to meet my soon-to-be family."
"So is everything all set?" Gina asked.
"Yup, Dad and Marion drove in this morning, and Mom's been here all week, getting the arrangements taken care of. And the groom's folks are all here, too."
"Nervous?" Kevin asked, grinning.
"More like scared to death! Promise me you'll talk me out of it."
"Not a chance."
Sally spoke, "Are you planning on having your child soon?"
"Not right away. We decided to concentrate on dance and building a nest egg right now. Children can wait."
"That's where you met, isn't it? Dancing in that company?"
"That's right."

The car pulled into an underground lot and pulled into a spot marked, 'Reserved, Lisa Robinson'. Everyone piled out and went up the stairs. Opening the door, Gina called out, "We're back!"
A man with strong, dancer's legs greeted them. He and Lisa kissed tenderly.
"Chris, This is Gina, my sister, and Kevin, my brother. And this is Sally Stuart, Kevin's friend. Everybody, this is Chris Cooper, my fiancee." Hellos and handshakes followed.
A tall handsome black man came into the room and bent down to kiss the petite Lisa. "And this is David Pembroke, my other fiancee. Where's Lloyd?"
"He's out showing his folks the sights. They said they'd back in a couple of hours."
"Lloyd is fiancee number three."
"So Kevin," Chris said, "You are, of course, officially invited to the bachelor party tonight. I hope you'll be joining our sex circle beforehand. All it takes is a v-phone call, you know.
"I'd like that," Kevin said, grinning.

Gina lay back on her bed, while Kevin and Sally showered. She had been napping, but had awakened and now lay there, thinking. So little Lisa was actually going to get married. She wondered if there were any other miracles happening, maybe a statue crying somewhere or something. Since moving up here to the bay area two years ago, she had, if anything, become more promiscuous. She told Gina that her sex circle now included almost eight thousand people, about half coming in since she had moved. That would mean fucking more than ten new people a day, every day, for the last two years! Actually, a number of these were included in her circle, not for sex, but for other reasons. For example, her whole dance company, about a hundred people, had gone down one day and made one big circle of themselves. She liked most of them but there were a few in the company that Lisa actively despised. The director had insisted, for the unity of the company, that everyone be included, no exceptions. It would have been a bad career move, as well as bad manners, to refuse, Lisa told her.
Of course she had gone to the record setting all-females chain this last weekend. She'd even talked their mother into linking with her and one of the dancers in her troupe.
Gina's circle had grown to about five hundred by now. When she had first arrived at college, she briefly had gone on a sex spree, having sex ten or more times a day. But that had quickly become boring and she soon tapered off. She spent her later years in a more or less monogamous relationship with a couple of her professors, her room mates, and some sorority sisters and other close friends. When she told Dr. Warren of her plans to go into psychology he was delighted and wrote her a glowing letter of recommendation to get her into the UCLA doctoral program. He was a complex man, part caring mental health worker, part surly curmudgeon. "You know," he had told her once, "people don't become psychologists to help other people. They become psychologists to try to figure out their own messed up minds." Gina loved him. Yet they had never had sex together. "I still remember you from that night in the hospital. The doctor's motto: You can treat your lover, but never fuck your patients."

The noise from the running shower stopped. A minute later, Kevin and Sally came into the room, towels draped around their shoulders.
"You better get cleaned up, sis. Dad's taking us all out to dinner tonight, and then you and Sally are going to Lisa's bachelorette party."
"Kevin, do you think Lisa's happy?"
"She seems to be. Why, you think she's making a mistake?"
"She's so young."
"Mom was a year younger when she married dad."
"Yeah, and you know how that turned out."
"Well, Lisa's a big girl. She can take care of herself."
"She's not that big," interjected Sally, "She could stand under my outstretched arm."
"In some ways, Lisa is the biggest girl I know,"
"How do you mean?" Sally asked.
"Lisa kind of takes after dad. Whatever she does, she goes all out. Like dancing. She worked and sweated for years to get this far, and although I don't know anything about dancing, I got to admit, she's developed herself to a high pitch."
"And what about you, lover? What's highly developed in you?" Sally, holding the ends of her towel, flung the middle around Kevin's neck. Pulling him in close, she bent her head down and nuzzled nose to nose with him. She was an inch or so taller than he. Sally's hand went down to Kevin's penis. Stroking it slightly, she raised a trunklike leg up, put it on the bed and took Kevin's hand and moved it to her shaved pussy. Kevin stroked her enlarged clit for a second, then pushed his finger into her opening. Sally held tightly onto the towel still around his neck, and let her head fall back, moaning. "Oh Kevin."

Gina watched the pair making out not two feet from her. Kevin and Sally were good for each other, she thought. Sally was... well she wasn't dumb, but she wasn't a rocket scientist, either. She was a very religious girl, some evangelical denomination. When she and Kevin had started dating, she had dragged him along with her to the services. Eventually Kevin had accepted Jesus and was baptized. She questioned his zeal, but he assured her he was sincere. They shared an apartment, studied their bibles, were active in their congregation, and would probably be married themselves, soon.
Gina had once asked Sally how she could reconcile her faith in God with the tapes.. Wasn't she programmed to obey the tapes? What if a tape made her become an atheist? Sally declared that God wouldn't allow that. When Gina had pressed her, Sally became flustered and stated, simply, "I have faith, that's enough for me."
Maybe she's right, Gina thought. Maybe I should get baptized and be like her. Gina's hand moved down between her legs.

Sally Stuart adjusted her leg and let Kevin bring her lust to a boil. How wonderful he was, he knew exactly how to touch her. She took one of her breasts in her hand and held the nipple up to his mouth, whereupon he kissed it and sucked on it. Holding up the other breast to her mouth with her forearm, she lightly ran it between her own teeth. "I can feel your cock between my legs," she said breathily.
Kevin spread her lips apart, exposing the sensitive nub of her clit and rubbed the length of his shaft against it. "Can you feel this?" he said in a low voice.
Sally gasped and dug her nails into Kevin's shoulder.

Gina's hand sought the growing wetness between her legs, under her dress and panties. She picked up a hairbrush lying on the night stand. She slowly pulled the material of her dress up, then pulling off her panties, she lightly brushed her fine pubic hair back and forth. With her free hand, she pulled her top down, exposing her tits. She ran her arm along the erect nipples. As she watched her brother and his girlfriend getting ready to fuck, she remembered back to her own experiences with Kevin. How he seemed to be able to read his partner's mind, knowing just what she wanted before she even knew it.

Kevin could tell that Sally was ready. He could see that look in her eye, the way her breathing suddenly became short, she was ready to screw. He let Sally's tit fall from his mouth and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
Without a word, Sally moved onto their bed and knelt down, facing away from Kevin. Her deep red cunt was thrust high in the air. Kevin moved behind her and giving her clit a quick kiss, he pushed himself deep into her waiting hole.
"Uuuuunnnnggggghhhh!" She made deep guttural sounds. She was so wet, he slid in fully. He didn't start thrusting, though. He ran the backs of his nails over her legs and gently wiggled his hips from side to side, letting her grow used to him. He could see Sally clutch handfuls of bedspread with twitching fingers.

Gina had lubricated the handle of the brush enough to slide it into her hot snatch. She watched as her brother moved faster and faster, speeding to a fever pitch as her body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. She played with her clit as she pushed the object inside her, deeper and deeper with each shove. She felt her own orgasm building, spreading through her like a wildfire. She shoved the brush handle deep inside her and rotated it from side to side as her body suffered a tremendous climax.

Kevin could see that Sally was tiring in this position, so he took her waist and gently pulled her over onto her side, his prick still buried inside her throbbing twat. He continued to pound away at her pink pussy. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and she sucked on them like a vacuum cleaner. "Hey, sis! I think you should try this out," he called.
Gina agreed, saying around Kevin's fingers. "Oh yes, darling Gina! I want to feel your twat in my mouth while your brother comes inside my pussy."
Gina stood, let her dress fall to the floor, and joined the pair on the bed.

The three of them fucked and licked each other like animals. Gina sat on Sally's face and bent down to lick her brother's cock and Sally's pussy, moving her tongue in rhythm with their motions. Sally licked Gina's twat, sliding her tongue deep into her salty crack. Kevin ran his hands over both girls bodies, and finally settled his finger in Gina's quivering ass. All three exploded in sky-splitting, simultaneous orgasms.

Afterwards Kevin said, breathlessly, "We should have done this before showering.."
"I still have to shower," Gina offered. "Care to join me?"
Both Kevin and Sally grinned.

Chapter 13
The Wedding

"By all means marry; if you get a good wife you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.

"Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution yet."

The wedding was a very posh affair. Frank Robinson had moved up the corporate ladder, and could afford to give his little girl away in style. Mindy Atkins', formerly Mindy Robinson's, experience in hostessing her ex-husband's business parties was paying off today. She had coordinated everything from the location to the flowers.
Gina went back through the grassy park, on a high bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean, overwhelmed by the astronomical number of in-laws she would soon have.
"I'll never be able to remember all their names," she thought.
Gina ducked into one of the tents set up for the reception. Lisa and Mindy sat together at a table. Lisa was in full wedding dress, white as snow. Gina smiled inwardly.
"Gina honey, come take care of your sister. I've got to talk to the musicians." She left.
Gina sat next to her sister. "How're you feeling."
"Scared. Nauseous. I thought you promised to talk me out of this."
"You'll be fine. Here have a drink."
"I've drunk too much already. Gina, do you think I'm making a mistake?"
"What do you think?"
Lisa sighed. "I hate it when you go psychoanalyst on me. What I was hoping you'd say is 'Lisa, you're doing the right thing.'"
Gina smiled. "Lisa, I really do think you're doing the right thing. You've got three wonderful guys there." The sisters hugged.
"Aren't they?" Lisa and Gina broke the hug and sat there, gazing into each other's eyes. Then Gina placed her hand on Lisa's cheek.
They shared a moment together. "Just think. In a few minutes, you'll be.... Say, what are you going to be?"
"Cooper. Lisa Cooper."
"So can I have the last kiss with Lisa Robinson?"
"Sure, just don't spoil my makeup." The sisters moved together and shared a enthusiastic, though careful kiss. Lisa's hand moved up and cupped Gina's left breast. Gina's hand followed Lisa's and they broke the kiss and placed their heads in each other's shoulders. Gina's pussy was dripping now. Her kid sister was *so* sexy, especially in the wedding gown. Apparently, Lisa felt the same way. "Mmmm. Gina, how is it that you can always make me so hot?"
"I've had years of practice. God, Lisa, you're so tense! Let me help relax you." Gina took Lisa's hands and looked at her face. "I want you to look at my face while you concentrate on your body. Feel every muscle in your body, become completely aware of every nerve ending." Gina placed Lisa's hands back in her lap, then began rubbing up her arms. "Now, as I rub your arms, let them become relaxed, completely limp and relaxed. Concentrate on my face as your arms become so comfortable and loose." Gina moved her hands onto Lisa's shoulders and neck. "Your neck used to feel so tense and awful, but now as you look at me, you feel yourself becoming calm and relaxed. Take a deep breathe now, and let all the tension in your body flow into your lungs, letting it all concentrate deep within you... Now let it all out, as you exhale, all the tension flows out of you." Gina repeated this exercise with Lisa a few more times. "Now, Lisa," she asked, her hands lightly rubbing Lisa's temples. "Are you relaxed now?"
"Uh huh." Lisa replied, slack-jawed, with glassy eyes.
"Yes, you're so relaxed, you feel yourself falling into a deep, deep sleep. Your eyes are so tired, you're eyelids are sooo heavy. Let them close now, Lisa. Let your eyes close." Lisa's eyelids fluttered, then slowly shut.
Gina continued relaxing Lisa, deepening her trance. She ran her hands over Lisa's breasts. "You're concentrating completely on your body now, Lisa. You feel only my hands, rubbing you, relaxing you." She moved her hands down her sister's torso and legs, talking her down into the deepest level. Slowly she moved off her chair and knelt in front of Lisa. "Now Lisa, listen to me. You feel the most wonderful feeling of relaxation and well-being. You want to feel better, even more happiness. Lisa, as you listen to me and feel my hands on your legs, you feel them starting to spread apart. Lisa. Let your legs slide furthur and further apart." Lisa legs began to twitch under Gina's fingers, then slowly started to drift apart.
Gina repeated the suggestions until her sister's legs were wide, almost straight out from her sides. "That's very good, Lisa. Now let your body become totally relaxed, concentrating completely on what your body is feeling." Gina lifted the hem of under Lisa's wedding gown, knelt and crawled between her legs, and licked her lips as she saw her little sister's sweet snatch. She brought her mouth to Lisa's pussy and rolled her tongue around the clitoral nub.
"Ohhhhhh. Mmmmmmm," Lisa moaned. Gina looked up and saw her eyes were still closed, her head tilted slightly to one side.
"The more pleasure you feel, Lisa, the deeper asleep you'll go." Gina slid her index finger into Lisa's sopping wet slit as she ran her tongue back and forth across her clit.
As usual, Lisa came quickly, crying out and splashing her juice into Gina's eager mouth. Gina greedily drank her kid sister's come and slid a finger inside her own pussy. She licked Lisa to another orgasm while she frigged herself until she also came.

Gina gave her sister some post-hypnotic suggestions to be relaxed and happy when she awoke. Then she brought her out of the trance. As if on cue, Frank Robinson chose that moment to stick his head into the tent. "Come on kids, we haven't got all day. Lisa angel, you look radiant! Let's go." His head disappeared.
Turning to each other the sisters embraced, then kissed. Gina lowered the veil over Lisa's head, then leaned in to her ear to whisper, "So even Lisa Robinson dresses like a nun sometimes."
"Maybe, but I'm still not wearing panties."

"And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands and wife. You may now kiss one another."
The rest of that afternoon was a blur for Gina. She remembered watching the newlywed quartet lead off the first dance. Sort of like a four-way tango. Or a striptease. In any event, they were good, obviously professional dancers.
As per the new custom at weddings, a v-phone call was made to the local Community Center and Lisa's new husbands were formally approved for sex with Gina and the rest of her family. Lisa was also approved for the members of her new husband's families which she had not yet included in her sex circle. Actual sex was neither expected or not at the reception. That was left up to the participants.

Later that evening, after the newlyweds had taken off for their honeymoon in Hawaii, Marion, Frank's wife, lay on the hotel bed with her hands and feet tied to the corners. Marion was a tall woman, a little older than Gina, with a full head of platinum blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and measurements to sell one's soul for, about 40-24-36. She wore stockings, a red garter belt, and a matching bra with the nipples cut out. She also wore a hood with no eye holes that entirely covered her head, with only two small holes in the nose so she could breathe. A zipper, where her mouth would have been was closed. Frank stood over her, wearing just jodhpurs, holding a riding crop in his hand, flicking it idly on the bed next to her. Mindy sat naked in a chair, idly masturbating.
"I think the wedding went very well, don't you agree, dear?" Mindy asked.
"Everything was perfect. How did you find that location?"
"I saw it in a magazine a few years ago."
"Beautiful! I have to hand it to you.. I've never seen a wedding

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Mindy Atkins smiled as she slid a finger into herself. Life was funny. Since she and Frank had divorced, they had lost a part of their relationship, but had somehow gained a better one. Frank and she still talked at least once or twice a week. Whenever Frank needed advice about work, he would usually first call Mindy, and maybe not even bring it up with his wife. And once a month, like clockwork, he'd drop by and deliver to Mindy the alimony check, plus a little something extra, too, which Mindy still found she enjoyed. Frank may not be her husband anymore, but they had spent so many years together that they were pretty much ruined for anyone else, Marion notwithstanding. Marion must have sensed this, too. She knew that she might have Frank's name, but Mindy still had the rest of him. This disturbed her not a little. She was glad that she and Mindy were circle partners. She didn't like to think what this lady might otherwise do if should she take a disliking to her.

Frank Robinson climbed onto the bed and between Marion's outstretched legs. Unzipping the jodhpurs, he pulled out his prick. Laying his swelling cock on her thatch of brunette pubic hairs, he tickled her underarms with the crop. As Marion squirmed and gave muffled screams, her nipples rose to full bloom and her pussy lips began to swell, and swell again. Marion's major lips were just that, major. When she was fully aroused, she could stretch them enough to tie them together into a loose knot, as Frank and Mindy well knew. Frank was ready now. He took his dick in hand, and aimed it directly between her pillowy lips. With a gentle push the tip nestled between them, burying itself in her warm tunnel. Frank swatted her thighs and pelvis and slowly backed out, then in deeper. Marion, unable to move, pulled at the ropes while the sensations coursed through her.

Mindy got up from her chair and joined the pair on the bed. Straddling the hooded face, she ground her twat into the younger woman's nose. Once or twice the zipper caught one of her hairs, which caused Mindy to yelp and rub the tingling fur with her hand.

As Frank felt his climax coming, he nodded to Mindy, who already knew it. He pulled out and held his cock high in the air. Mindy lifted herself off of Marion and leaned forward. Frank's load shot out and into Mindy's awaiting mouth. Mindy drank deep his semen, milking every drop from his spigot with her hands. When a few drops spilled out of her mouth, Mindy scooped them up with her fingers and coated her lips with his sticky whiteness.

"Look's like we'll be doing this again, soon," Frank remarked as they climbed off of his wife.
Mindy was confused. "What, you mean do your wife together?"
"No, silly. I mean a wedding. Kevin and Sally?"
"Probably so." Mindy looked thoughtful. "Darling, What *shall* we do about Gina?"

Gina went up the elevator to her mother's room to see if she wanted to get some dinner. Mindy answered the door, naked. "Hi, honey! We were just talking about you." Gina entered the suite and followed her mother into the bedroom,
"Hi punkin. Well, one down and two to go. Looks like your brother will be next." He flicked the crop down right between Marion's legs, missing her pussy by millimeters. Marion, unable to see, still felt the vibration as it struck the mattress so close to her and started. "We were wondering when you might be finding someone to settle down with."
"You remember Richard, the Durham's boy, don't you," her mother added. "He's a nice young man, a lawyer now. You always used to like him when you were children, as I recall."
"Mother, father, if you're through marrying me off to the highest bidder, I just came up to tell you that Kevin and Sally and I were going to get some dinner."
Frank said, "Yeah, that sounds good." Bending down to the side of the Marion's hood, Frank asked loudly "Marion, are you hungry dear?"
Marion nodded.
"OK, let's eat." He began to untie Marion's bonds.
"Wait a second, dad. May I?"
Frank handed his daughter the riding crop. "Don't be long." Frank and Mindy went into the bathroom to clean up.
Gina looked down at Marion, twisting the crop in her hand. Here was the woman who had broken up his parent's marriage. This was the one responsible for all the pain she had suffered. Smack! The crop landed lightly on her thigh. Marion's leg jumped, pulling the cord around her ankle taut.
Gina ran the crop slowly up her skin. Before her father had married Marion, Gina remembered an active hatred for the girl, which was reciprocated more or less in kind. She thought Marion a selfish, shallow gold digger who basically was with her father because he had bucks. Marion's attitude was that Gina should, A: mind her own fucking business, B: stop being such a little bitch, and C: grow up. But then, as a member of the family, she was automatically included in the family's sex circle. Gina really hadn't wanted to be taped to feel desire for Marion, but the local Community Center had contacted her and asked her to come in. Gina came in that same day and was taped. Now she still didn't like Marion, wished she'd just go away. But now there was something else between them, a physical attraction. The shape of her enormous breasts made Gina's mouth water, the way her pussy lips grew equally enormous when she got excited, like now. The way she could come just from being touched..
Gina flicked the crop down on Marion's belly button. Her whole body jumped. Gina, tossing the crop aside, sat down next to Marion and pushed her face into her twat. Smelling the delicious aroma, Gina took Marion's huge, puffy lips in her mouth and ran them back and forth between her lips. Marion orgasmed right there, her body becoming stiff and rigid, crying out through the zippered hood. Gina's lips were wet from her bubbling juices.
Gina sat up again and faced Marion. Slowly she ran her fingers over Marion's shoulders and breasts. Such lovely, perfectly tanned skin, she thought. She took Marion's neck in her hands and held it there, not squeezing at all, trying to remember a dream she had, long ago. She had hated Marion then, had wanted to kill her.. She was sitting like this, holding something in her hands. What was it? Her hands remained loose.
Gina heard a grunt. She was pulled back to reality. Marion grunted again and shook her head. Gina pulled open the zipper.
"Could we finish this later, Gina. I'm hungry," she said, a trifle coldly.

Chapter 14
The Parting

"All farewells should be sudden"

"I'm free! And I'm waiting for you to follow me."

When Gina returned home from the airport she threw her bags down in the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Why was travel so tiring when you spent most of the time just sitting in a cab or an plane, anyway? Yawning, she slowly sat up, undressed, and walked into the bathroom for a quick shower.

While showering, Gina ran the warm water over her body. She fantasized about Lisa, married to three men. Three men, one for each hole. Little Lisa would probably get well filled every night now. And, of course, Gina was part of their sex circle, too. She let the soothing water massage her body and stuck her little finger in her mouth with one hand while the other went between her legs. Her thumb she pushed into her twat, while the first knuckle of her index finger slid up her ass. Three men, she continued to think, pushing the little finger deep in her mouth. Her other two fingers began to masturbate her cunt and anus. She leaned against the back wall, sucked and fucked herself, and fantasized.
She was straddling Lloyd, pumping his cock furiously in her pussy. Then Chris came up before her and held his wicked dick in her face. She swallowed it and ran her fingernails through the hairs on his scrotum. Then when she thought she could stand no more, David came up behind her and shoved his big black organ deep inside her rectum. Three men, all fucking her at the same time, all working just to give her pleasure.
Gina's knees went slack and she slid down the back wall of the shower, legs bent at the knees, spread wide, her ass floating above the inch or so of water in the bottom of the shower. Her hand rocked back and forth, pushing first into her pussy, then up her ass. She had put two fingers deep in her mouth now, tickling her tonsils. The water splashed against her face and chest, stinging the nipples to aching hardness.
With the thought of 'Three Men' running through her mind, Gina climaxed hard. Her legs flew out from under her and she landed with a small splash. The orgasm slowly ran it's course, and her body stopped trembling.

Wearing a robe, she walked into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. Empty, as expected. Well what did you expect, that the food elves would come in while you were gone and restock your house? Gina noticed the blinking light on her answering machine. She pushed a button on it.
"-Beep- Hello. This is Lyle MacDonald with the Second Street Community Center, with a message for Gina Robinson. We'd like to have her come in for a taping at her earliest convenience. If you have any questions you can reach me at..."
Gina checked her watch. About 4:30. Well, the Centers are open 24 hours, and the store will probably close around 10, so I'll head down to the Center first, and then pick up some groceries on the way home.

"Hello, may I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Gina Robinson. I'm here to see Lyle MacDonald?"
"Just a second." The receptionist pushed some buttons and spoke into the headset she wore, "Hello, Lyle? Gina Robinson is here to see you." Then to Gina, "He'll be right down. Have a seat, please."
"Thank you." Gina barely had time to look at the magazine titles before Lyle appeared before her. "Hello, Gina. How are you today?"
"Fine, and you?" she replied automatically.
"Just peachy. Would you come this way?" He led her to an office. A desk and a single chair with the headset built into the arm adorned the room. "Please, have a seat, we'll have you on your way in no time."
Gina settled into the chair and placed the earphones over her head.
"Are you comfortable?" Gina nodded. "All right, let's begin." Lyle tapped at the computer and then pushed the button on his desk.

"Hello, Gina. Glad you could make it. This is a very special tape, created just for you. In fact, it's unique. Starting now, you are no longer a tape slave, no longer part of the community. All the programming done to your mind over the last ten years is now being removed. Not just the conscious imperatives, but the unconscious attitude adjustments also. You are now forever free from taping. In fact, you are now immune from the effect of the tapes. You may find some unpleasant memories surfacing in the days and weeks ahead. Apologies are offered for any inconvenience this may cause."
"Unfortunately, the ability you have enjoyed for the last ten years to quickly memorize printed material has also been removed. You will find that the vast majority of the knowledge you have learned will still be retained, but you may start forgetting bits and pieces over the years. Any future material you now read will be absorbed into your memory normally. It is not known how fast your reading speed will now be. Probably it will still be extremely fast, but not as fast as before."
"Some final words of advice. Note these are not commands, just suggestions, you may do with them as you like. First, you probably shouldn't tell anybody of your new status. Although it's not against the law to not be a tape slave, many people will either not believe you, or will try to force you to be taped in their presence. Of course, this will have no effect on you, but the situations that arise could become well, unpredictable."
"For now, continue with your life as normal, if you wish. The immunity you have been granted is permanent. No attempt will be made by any Community Center to contact you again. You have been given your freedom, which will be yours for the rest of your life."
"Goodbye forever, Gina."

The tape ended. Gina pulled the earphones off and looked around the room. It was empty. She picked up her purse and left the room. The corridor was deserted. She walked back to the lobby and the reception desk. The woman was still sitting behind the counter, the only person other than herself present.
"Excuse me, miss?" Gina asked.
"Yes, miss?" the lady replied.
"I was just taped, and uh..."
"Was there a problem? Who was your counselor?"
"Lyle Macdonald."
"Who?" The lady obviously didn't seem to remember either Gina or Lyle.
"He said his name was Lyle MacDonald. Don't you remember? You called him on your phone when I got here."
"And when did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago!" Gina was getting angry, but she was scared too. She tried to stay cool.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't remember you. And we don't have anyone by that name working here. If you like, I can check with another Center. What was your name?"
Gina was breathing rapidly now. Keep cool, she thought, don't blow it. "No, that's all right." She said, nonchalantly. "I think I've made a mistake, that's all."
"Oh. No problem. Can I help you with anything else?" the receptionist asked politely.
"No, thanks. I guess I'd better be going." Gina edged slowly to the door. Were they just going to let her walk out of here? Where would she go?
"Have a nice day." The receptionist pulled a crossword puzzle book from a drawer and started a puzzle. Gina pushed on the plate glass door, opened it, and walked through it. Turning, she looked through the glass at the reception area. The lady behind the counter looked up briefly and waved, then returned to her puzzle.

Gina never did get to the grocery store, instead suddenly finding herself home. She vaguely remembered driving in a daze. She needed to think! She needed to go home and lock the doors and figure out what had happened. When she went inside, there was another message on the machine. Fearing the worst, she played it back. It turned out to be from her mother
"Hello honey, it's your mother. I had lunch with Isabelle Durham today. You know, Richard's mother. She says that he remembers you and would like to call you. If you like, I'll pass your number along to her..."
Shit! Gina had rewound the tape after hearing Lyle's message. Now her mother had overwritten it. There was no longer any record of her trip to the Center.
As her mother's message continued, a flood of memories came back to Gina. "Oh my *God*! I slept with my mother! And my father!" Gina was filled with revulsion at some of the things she had done, both with her parents and her siblings. "And Marion! I put her fat, gross pussy in my... my..." She found that she could not complete the thought, but just skirting the edge of it made her want to vomit. "And dad, he and I... he..." Gina, knowing what was going to happen, ran into the bathroom and knelt down before the toilet. Gulping and making disgusting gurgles, finally the memory hit her. "He got me pregnant!" Gina barfed up her guts into the receptacle. "And I had an abortion, it was one of those tapes that made me. And then I forget all about it!" Gina threw up for a long time. Then she cried.

Chapter 15
The Partners

"Every sin is the result of a collaboration"

"I was always an independent, even when I had partners."

Hannah Bliss unlocked her front door and entered. Dropping her attache case on a table next to the door, she went upstairs and undressed, then climbed into bed. A tall, dark skinned woman was asleep on the other side of the bed. Hannah lay on her side and gently placed her hand on the woman's cheek. The woman opened her eyes halfway.
"Honey, I'm home." The tall woman rolled over close to her. Irene Bliss lay her head on the shoulder of her wife of eight years. She murmured something then fell back asleep. Soon Hannah's eyelids drooped shut and they napped together.
A few hours later two men entered through a doorway, along with two toddlers. The taller man had a thin build, with a long face and short brown hair. The shorter was of Japanese origin, with a stocky build, thick arms and legs, and straight black hair which hung flat encircling his head. The children, a boy and a girl both about two or three years old were holding stuffed animals. The girl was a fair blonde with green eyes. The boy was a smaller version of the oriental man, olive skinned, with tiny slits in his pudgy face for eyes.
They noticed the attache case in the front room and picked up the children and carried them upstairs. They set the kids down on the bed and whispered in their ears, "There's your mommies. Go wake up mommy!"
"Mommy! Mommy! Wake up, mommy!" The kids scampered up the bed. The women were awakened by the commotion of two small children shaking them. Groggy, they opened their eyes and saw Paula and Doug, their children. They pulled the babes to them and hugged and kissed them. In the doorway stood the children's fathers, Matt and Yoshi Inazuka.
"How was the zoo?" Irene asked
"Hot. Crowded. The kids liked it, though."
"Did you have fun today?" Hannah cooed to Doug.
"Uh huh. Mommy, I saw horses and went on the choo-choo and..."
"He got scared by th' efalents!" Paula interrupted. The children babbled happily to their mothers.
Matt said, "If you two want to rest, we can put them to bed."
"Have they eaten yet?" Irene asked
"Yep."

Hannah and Irene had been married for three years when Matt and Yoshi bought the other half of the building that comprised their divided condo. They remembered Matt Leher, now Inazuka, from high school. He had taken his husband's name when they were married. They became close friends. Irene and Hannah were happy together and didn't really want to add anyone to their union, and Doug and Matt felt the same way. But both sets of couples wanted to have their child, and each pair needed the other. So Hannah and Matt had their contraceptive implants removed and produced Paula Bliss, while Irene gave Yoshi and Matt a child, named Douglas Inazuka. The adults still had no plans to marry each other, but agreed to raise the children jointly. So they had a doorway cut into the shared wall, connecting their homes together. It was a sensible solution, with four parents the children got twice the attention and love, and each couple had a built-in baby-sitter. It was becoming common as more people both made non-traditional marriages and still worked around the one child per couple restriction.

Some houses were even being designed with this in mind, clusters of attached buildings each with one or two bedrooms, large enough for a small family, all built interconnected and enclosing a common courtyard. It was very affordable for young and first-time buyers and gave both privacy and a feeling of community with one's neighbors. Hannah knew all this because was an architect. She helped design and build such homes.

After bathing the kids and putting them to bed, the four adults gathered back in the bedroom. After smoking some grass they began to feel pretty happy. The four of them smooched and petted each other for a while. "I bet you two ladies really missed these, eh?" Yoshi asked, pulling out his still soft dick from his shorts and holding it out. Matt followed suit, thrusting his hips slightly and grinned. "Must've been terrible for them." he quipped.
The ladies raised their eyebrows and looked at each other.
"Well, don't you fret, ladies. We're here and we're ready to do our manly duty."
"That reminds me Irene," Hannah said sardonically, "The next time we're at the miniature golf course, don't let me forget to get one of those stubby pencils."
"Stubby pencil!?" Yoshi grinned. "Madam, prepare yourself for a hole in one!" Giggling, Hannah spread her arms and legs wide, and he threw himself on top of top of her. Hannah wrapped herself around him as he landed and they commenced to kiss and rub against each other.

Irene reached out and took Matt's still limp cock in her hand. Scrunching toward her, Matt took her face in his hands and gently kissed the eyelids. Occasionally they would kiss deeply, tenderly. Irene ran the backs of her nails over his hairy legs, she could feel the goose pimples rising on his skin. Matt slipped his hand down to her pussy and began lightly running his fingertips over her pubic patch and thighs, gently delving to her swelling lips every so often. His cock was becoming quite stiff now. Irene loved the slight curve that Matt's prick got when he became hard. It felt no different inside her, but when she sucked or jacked him, it seemed strange and exotic.

Hannah took Yoshi's hard cock in her hand and guided it to her wet pussy. "Fuck me hard, you fucker!" she ordered.
"Oh, you're gonna get it bad, bitch!" As Yoshi jammed himself into her, her copious love juices bubbled up around the sides of his piston. Hannah ran her hands through his dark, coarse hair as he pushed in and out, faster and faster. He put his lips to her breasts, swollen these days from nursing the children and suckled from her, drawing her milk into his mouth.
"Oh, that's it! Suck my milk. Oh shit, that feels good! Oh fuck me!" Hannah dug her nails deeply into Yoshi's fleshy back and groaned loudly.

Irene and Matt continued to lovingly kiss and gently caress, arousing one another to a serene state of smouldering desire. Occasionally they would glance at the pair going at it like a four-alarm fire.
"How do you put up with her?" he asked, smiling.
"The same way you do with him." she retorted. They continued to kiss long and deep and bring each other to a slow boil. Irene slowly but deliberately pulled the skin on his penis back and forth, while he smoothly ran his fingertips up her slit and languorously swirled his thumb around the base of her clitoris. Matt gently squeezed her breast. A small trickle of her mother's milk began to flow. He cupped his hand under her tit and gathered a few drops in it. Bringing it up, they both lapped at it with their tongues.

"C'mon cunt, turn over!" Yoshi said, pulling out and stroking himself before her. The hairs on his balls were matted down from her excessive lubrication.
"What do you think you're going to do with that hideous little fucker?" She demanded, her eyes wide and wicked, her mouth grinning like a mask.
Yoshi jabbed his middle finger straight up. "Why, I think I'm going to *ram* it up your ass."
At the word 'ram' Hannah's body gave a small start. "Oh! Well, why didn't you say so then." She turned over onto her arms and knees. He brought his face down to her puckered anus and started licking and probing it roughly with his tongue. "Don't fucking tease me, you cocksucker! Go ahead, shove it in!"
"All right then, you asked for it!" He placed the tip of his straining organ against her anus and grabbed her shoulders. Hannah yelled. He pulled himself in an inch or so, then relaxed, but Hannah continued to shout "Oh Fuck! Up my *ass*. Push it up my ass, now!" He pushed deeper into her, then deeper. He was all the way up her now. "Oh YEAH!" she screamed. Yoshi clamped his hand on Hannah's mouth. "Shhhh! you'll wake the kids!" Hannah bit her lip, but continued to make high mewling sounds.

Irene and Matt continued to masturbate each other. Matt had slipped a finger into Irene's pussy and slowly frigged her, while she firmly but slowly jacked him off. The milk oozing from her lactating mammarys had trickled it's way down her chocolate brown skin, leaving a glistening trail down to her hairless pubes. Matt moved closer to her, so that the tip of his cock lay against her smooth mound. Her milk mingled with his pre-cum as she tightly held his shaft and rubbed it back and forth deliberately against her skin. They fell into a robotic rhythm, As she jerked his cock quickly up, he packed three fingers inside her. They held for an instant then moved swiftly down and out, then held for another instant. They grunted between kisses with each motion. As Matt felt his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave he held his fingers deep in Irene's hole and flicked her button lightly with his thumb. This sent Irene into a flood of ecstasy, She sped her hand's motion to a blur and his purple penis shot a huge load of semen onto her belly. Irene fell back onto the bed as her own orgasm shot through her. Matt's bulging cock shot a radiating pattern of streaks on Irene's torso, who milked his penis for every last drop.

As Yoshi stuffed his dick in and out of Hannah's rectum her arms slid forward and she buried her face in the pillow. Hannah brought her hand between her legs and played with herself as he ass-fucked her. She continued to scream but the pillow now muffled the sounds.
Yoshi felt light headed and dizzy from the tightness of this woman's ass and knew his time was coming. He leaned over her and commanded, "Play with my balls, bitch!" Hannah squeezed and lightly slapped his hairless nuts, causing them to pull up in pain/pleasure. Yoshi's climax hit just as he pulled out shooting a hot jet of come onto her puckered opening. He aimed his cock high and fired a high arc of semen into her fiery red hair. He pumped again and again leaving a trail of stains along her back. The first shot trickled down to her cunt where her hand rubbed it all over, coating her cunt inside and out with his sperm.

Later, after showering and cuddling some more, the men kissed the ladies good night and returned to their own side of the condo. Hannah and Irene lay in bed together.
Irene, nuzzling close to her wife, whispered in her ear, "Lover, if you can't stop screaming like that during sex, we're just going to have to gag you."
"Mmmmm. All part of my master plan."

Gina turned on the v-phone and dialed a number. Ring. Ring. Rin-... "Dr. Warren's residence." The video screen remained blank.
"This is Gina Robinson. Can I talk to Ben, please?"
"Just a moment."
Soon the doctor's face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Gina," he said affably. "Hey you look worried. Is anything wrong?"
"I'm... I'm not so good, Ben. I really need to talk with you"
"Is it important?"
"It's beyond important."
"I see. Well, come on over."
"Thank you." Gina turned off the v-phone and drove to Dr. Warren's house, a large secluded house across the coastal highway from the beach, parking the car in the long looping driveway. She knocked on the front door. A middle aged Hispanic woman answered the door. It was Mrs. Montoya, the doctor's housekeeper. "Buenos tardes, Gina. Dr. Warren ees especting you." She led Gina into the study.
"Ah, Gina!" Ben gave Gina a quick hug. "Thank you Mrs. Montoya, we won't be needing you any more tonight." The housekeeper left. Ben sat on the easy chair and motioned Gina to the couch. "Now, tell me what's happened."
Gina related the events that had occurred since she went down to the Community Center. She broke down crying while telling him about the memories that had surfaced of her father and her aborted child.
"I see," he said when she had finished. "I must admit, that's very extraordinary.."
"It's true!"
"I didn't say it wasn't. Would you mind if I tried an experiment?" Dr. Warren went to the desk and took a tape player from the drawer. "Would you mind if I taped you, right here?"
"I told you, it wouldn't have any effect on me." Gina still wasn't sure if that were true.
"Please, I insist. Put it on," he said bluntly. Gina looked at the doctor. He had a serious look on his face. He advanced towards her and put it on her head. Gina's first reaction was to push it off, but she thought to herself, "Oh well. What have I got to lose." Ben pushed the button on the player.
Gina sat through five minutes of white noise, mixed in with a high pitched beeping, kind of like a FAX machine. She didn't hear any voices.. Finally when the noise ended, Gina removed the earphones. "You had to tape me, didn't you? That was your own programming making you do that."
Ben looked regretful. "I'm truly sorry. Everybody must be taped. No exceptions." He turned away. "The minute I heard you sat that you weren't part of the community, it was like I wanted to..., no, *needed* to tape you. Nothing else mattered."
Gina thought back to the day she had been taped. How the urge to tape her whole family had overridden everything else.
"But now that I've seen you be taped with my own eyes," the doctor continued, "the compulsion is gone. Tell me, Gina, how do you feel?"
"The same as when I got here."
"Extraordinary." Ben stroked his chin. "You've been expelled for some reason from the community. As a fellow psychologist, you should realize how valuable you are. We've been arguing for years how a non-community person would interact with our new world order. Of course, this has not been possible until now, if you're telling the truth..."
"Do you believe me?" Gina asked.
Ben smiled. "You know as well as I do that what I believe or not makes no difference. It's what you think that counts. The tapes don't seem to have taken someone like you into account. I still want you to join the community, but if you've listened to the tape and still don't want to join, I don't know what more I can do. You can't join voluntarily, you know. You're taped and you're in. Period." The doctor put the tape player away and continued, reseating himself. "Do you mind if I tape this conversation?"
"No."
He took out a small tape player (a real one) and pressed a button on it. "Now, how do you feel about what happened to you being set free?"
"I don't know what to think. I don't want to go back to being a slave. No offense."
"None taken. How about the child?"
"Awful. I think I just want to curl up and die!"
"Hmm... It's kind of ironic, isn't it? You had both major crises of your life in the bathroom. Instead of reaching for the aspirin, this time you reached for my number. Now, how do you *feel* about it?"
"I feel disgust. And hatred for the Community Centers. All those people I had sex with. And my *family* too! It's just not right."
"That's an interesting attitude. In the pre-tape days, practically every society on Earth had an incest taboo. Sorry to interrupt. Go on, please."
"And my father making me... you know. I feel violated, both from the what we did, and because they took my baby away without my

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"Weren't you both implanted with contraceptives at the time?"
"Yes we were... I guess it didn't work."
"Do you blame your father for any of this?"
"No. He's not responsible. It's those fucking tapes!"
"Tell me, Gina, do you have any opinions on abortion?"
Gina collected her thoughts for a minute. "I think it should be the woman's choice. Which I never got!" she finished angrily.
"If it had been your choice, would you have had an abortion?"
"No!" Gina paused. "I don't know..." The room grew quiet for a long time. "Maybe. It was my father's child. There would have been a large change of a recessive gene, maybe something serious."
"Well?"
Gina sighed loudly. "But I don't approve of abortion as a means of birth control."
"So you believe that while abortion should be legal, there should be as few as possible."
"I suppose so."
"You know that the in last year before taping there were over a million abortions performed in this country alone. Last year there were less than a thousand in the whole world. With the advent of the tapes, universal contraception has been enforced. Virtually every baby born on the planet today has been born by choice. With only one allowed per couple, children are becoming a precious resource. I take it you don't have any opposition to contraceptives?"
"No, of course not."
"Interestingly, not too long ago it was illegal in some places to sell or even to provide information to people about contraception."
"Attitudes change," Gina said.
"So they do," Ben replied, smiling slightly.
"Let me ask you a question, Ben. What do you think of the way things are?"
"Well, I can't tell you my own opinion, exactly. That was lost when I was taped. But there's been a lot of improvements over the old system. Abortion is way down, like I said. Most of the old sexually transmitted diseases are also very rare, if not extinct. The murder rate is lower, too. Did you know that before more than half of all murders use to involve people who were related?"
"Yes. I remember reading it in a book."
"Nowadays murder, or any act of violence between people in sex circles, which always includes family members, is unheard of."
"But what about free will?
"What about it?"
"People should be allowed to make up their own minds about things."
"Gina, do you know how taping works?"
"No."
"Neither does anyone else. But there are several theories. They basically boil down to this: The personality of the subject is altered by means of electrical pulses administered by carefully modulated bursts of radio waves beamed through the brain. Somehow these bursts alter the interconnections between the neurons, rerouting thought pathways in the brain. These pathways determine the thoughts and memories, or more to the point, the personality of the individual. The subject's attitudes can be altered to any desired state, within mechanical limitations. Like your formerly eidetic memory for example. Apparently you have a nice, roomy brain that is capable of storing the vast volume of information you've collected over the years. You couldn't tape a mentally challenged person to have the same ability, because their brains just aren't able to perform the same feat. But I digress. The subject, with his new personality, continues to make his own choices in life. His choices may be different, because his feelings are different, but they are still his choices. Free will remains as before."
"You're splitting hairs, doctor. If it's not the choice he would normally have made, then it's not his choice. Free will is an illusion."
"Well, it is and it isn't. How does someone get a personality, other than taping?"
"OK, how?"
"From one's parents, friends, teachers maybe? Other people. What else?"
Gina thought a moment. "I don't know. Genetics?"
The doctor pointed at her. "Genetics. Exactly. The old nature vs nurture debate. People start with a set of genes donated by their parents which will control many aspects of their lives. Then they interact with the world around them, gathering experiences and attitudes from others. So, if you get your personality from either your parents genes, which you don't get to choose, or from those around you, which you really can't control, at least not during the first, most formative years, then how can you say your opinions are truly yours? Free will is indeed an illusion. Or not. I guess it all depends on how you define it. Like everyone else, *I* certainly feel like I have free will."
"Well, everybody has their own unique set of experiences. That makes everyone special. These tapes destroy that, making everyone the same."
The doctor smiled. "Yes, that's the beauty of it."
"It's not beautiful, it's grotesque!"
"Grotesque?" He rubbed his fingers on the back of his head. "I understand what you're saying, Gina. But I just..., don't agree with you.."
"That's not you talking, that's a tape."
"You're probably right. But it's still how *I* feel."

They talked long into the night. At one point, Gina asked the doctor why no one knew the mechanics of the tape players. Didn't the doctor have one? Gina herself had one. Surely somebody had opened one up and investigated them.
"It's been tried. For some reason the engineers are unable to understand the technical details of the devices. Tape players have been broken down into their components, which are all easily identified and understood, but when the pieces are brought together, some sort of mental block seems to form which prevents anyone from understanding the whole. There are technicians in the major Community Centers who service and build new tape players. But they can't seem to understand the construction either, that is, when they're not at work on one at the Center. To my knowledge, no one who's ever taken his tape player apart has ever been able to get it working again. It's probably due to a tape command that's been implanted in everybody."
Gina nodded, an idea starting to form in her mind.

It was late. The doctor asked Gina what her plans were.
"I don't know. Go home I guess"
"I mean long-term. Are you going to continue your practice?"
Gina paused. "I can't. I'm sorry about my patients, but I'm in no condition to help them right now."
"I know a good therapist you could refer them to. Dr. Brookings."
"You know Dr. Brookings?"
"Oh yeah. I used to quiz him before tests in med school."
"Do you think he'd take them?"
"I can ask. If he can't handle them all, I know some others."
"Thank you. Of course that'll leave me without money."
"Gina, I'd like to make you a proposition." Seeing the look on Gina's face he continued hastily, "No, not that kind. Listen, I'd like you to be the subject of a paper that's beginning to form itself in my mind. Of course you'd be completely anonymous. If you agree, I'll pay your rent for the duration of the study, plus a reasonable allowance. In return, I'd like to conduct a series on interviews with you plus have you keep a journal. Like I said, you're unique, psychologically speaking."
"What do I write in the journal?"
"Your daily experiences and your feelings about them. It doesn't have to be a novel, but the more you put down, the better. It doesn't have to be neat, or well organized. If you want, include newspaper clippings, your own drawings, or anything that you think is important. Be honest, I am not here to judge you, but to try to understand you. Maybe there's another like you out there, someone not part of the community. Perhaps a meeting can be arranged."
Gina said, "Can I think about it?"
"Take all the time you need. In the meantime, I'm exhausted. Would you care to stay in the guest room tonight? Don't worry, I won't try anything. Even if I could convince you to join my circle now, I need to stay objective if you're going to be in my study. I want my name on the title of the paper, not in the middle of it."
"Nah. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Well, good night then."
"Good night.."

The late shift at the Community Center had just come off their break. "Can I help you?" the young woman behind the counter asked.
"Yes you can. I'd like to dissolve all my sex circles."
She looked up in disbelief. "*All* of them?"
"Every last one."
The young woman seemed very confused. It was like someone had calmly asked her to chop off one of their arms. "You want to leave your family included though, right?"
"No. Everybody."
Trying to keep a professional demeanor, she continued "Very well. Name?"
"Gina Robinson."

---------------------------Part IV---------------------------

Chapter 16
The Spy

"I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma."

"Our achievements leave class enemies breathless."

Martin Spencer (the name has been changed to protect the innocent) sits in his apartment watching some late night TV. A beautiful blonde actress is being interviewed by the host about her latest movie.
"So can you set up the clip for us?"
"Sure, Jamie. In this scene, I'm back from China and I'm with my boyfriend picking up my luggage at the airport. We haven't seen each other in two years and we have a little trouble controlling ourselves."
"OK, let's roll the film."
The screen blanks for a moment and the actress and an actor are making out furiously at an airport luggage carousel. He sits her down on the edge, lifts her skirt and begins eating out her pussy. A few people shake their heads but no one pays that much attention to them. Then the actress leans back and falls onto the carousel which carries her off.
"Brad?!" the actress calls as her exposed pussy is conveyed past the people standing around the carousel.
"Muffy?!?" Brad starts chasing her around the loop, falling over luggage and bumping into the crowds of people. Eventually he falls onto the carousel and tries to crawl to her. The studio audience laughs in the background while the pair struggle to get to one another, climbing and stumbling over suitcases. Muffy stands and runs against the motion of the moving plates, leaping over the obstacles. She trips and is ferried off through an opening in the wall, butt first. Behind the wall, men are unloading luggage onto the conveyor belt. A woman, kneeling doggy style facing away from them, comes into view. Her skirt has pulled up, completely exposing her nude fanny. The scene fades and the actress flashes a million-dollar smile while the audience cheers.
"So I understand that the really interesting thing about this film is that, in the love scenes you actually *didn't* have sex with the men." She nods. "That's very unusual," he continues.
"I can explain that, Jamie. My husband and I are trying to conceive our child."
"And of course we wish you both the very best of luck." The audience applauds again.
Martin is interrupted by the sound of the v-phone ringing. He pushes a button on the remote and a face appears on the television screen. "Hello?" he says.
"Hello. Listen to me and do exactly as I tell you."
"Yes, master."
"You will go to this address and retrieve something for me..."

"Hello, Ben? This is Gina."
"Hey, kiddo. What's up?"
"I just got home and my apartment's been broken into!"
"What?! Did they take anything?"
"Uh... no, it doesn't look like it. But all the furniture's been tipped over and the place has been ransacked."
"Hmmm... This can't be a coincidence. I wonder what they were looking for."
Ben calmed Gina down. After they hung up, Gina began straightening things. The only thing she found missing was her tape player. Not the special one from the Center, but an ordinary one she used to record sessions with her patients. She ran out to the carport and opened the storage locker above her car. Pulling out a stack of boxes, she opened one. The tape player was there. Replacing the boxes, Gina took the player into the house. "I wonder if this is what they really wanted," she thought to herself. She began to make plans in her mind. Then she left, taking the tape player with her.

"Oh, by the way, these were delivered to our mailbox by mistake." Matt handed Hannah and Irene each a letter. They were from the local Community Center. They opened and read together. "What does it say?"
Irene replied, "It says here that Gina Robinson has dissolved our mutual sex circle."
"Mine says the same thing. Who's Gina Robinson?"
"You know her. She was at my high school reunion last year."
"Oh yeah, now I remember her. Always so moody, first happy, then sad. Wasn't she the one who tried to kill herself that one night?"
"That's right."
"Huh! I wonder why would she do this?" Hannah let drop the letter in her hands. "I mean we haven't been close in years."
"I can't imagine."
"Well I'm going to get to the bottom of this." Hannah went to the phone and dialed. "Hello, information? I'd like the number of Gina Robinson."

Gina sat at her kitchen table reading a book on electronics. Her tape player, given to her by Hannah and Irene all those years ago, lay on the table with the case off to one side. Gina had carefully pried the device apart and was now analyzing its contents. Gina flipped rapidly through the book, her mind still absorbing information at a prodigal rate, but understanding little of it. Occasionally she would inspect the circuit boards, then make some marks on a tablet she had. She had taught herself enough to draw a schematic from the tape player's circuitry, even if she didn't know exactly how the components worked.

The phone rang. Gina answered, audio only. "Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Gina Robinson?"
"Speaking."
"Hi Gina, this is Hannah Bliss."
"Hannah as in Hannah and Irene?"
"You remember us?"
"Sure. How are you doing?"
"Fine. And you?"
"Oh, OK I guess." Gina covered the table with a towel, hiding the tape player, and flipped on the video.. They talked for awhile, bringing each other up to date. Gina said nothing of her recent experiences. She learned that Yoshi was a high-tech engineer for a telecommunications company and her mind started buzzing.
"Listen, Gina. I just got this letter in the mail that says we're no longer circle partners. Is this for real? Are you sick or something?"
"No, I'm not sick. I'm afraid it would take a long time to explain."
"I'd love to hear about it."
"I'm not sure how much I can tell you."
"You know, we should never have drifted apart like we did. Gina, would you like to come over and have dinner sometime?"
"Will everybody be there?"
"Sure will. What do you say?"
"How about tonight?"
"That would be swell."
"Great. What time should I get there?"
"Oh, how about six?"

Gina found the meal tasty and the conversation pleasant, but she had an ulterior motive for coming to see the ladies that night. When the time came to put the kids to bed, she pulled Yoshi aside. "Say Yoshi, you know all about computers, don't you?"
"Somewhat. Why, are you looking to buy one?"
"No, I've already got one. I was wondering of you could take a look at something for me." She pulled the tape player, minus the case, from her bag and handed it him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I'd rather not say."
Yoshi turned the thing over in her hand. "It looks like the guts to an old style audio cell phone or something. That's an audio amplifier circuit there... and that's probably an RF module, here inside this shielding. and that's the processor. Whatever it is, it's stone age technology. See this thing? Nobody's used those for five years now! Oh, there's a DB9."
"A what?"
"This thing. It's an old-style connector you can plug into a computer and control it with. C'mon Gina, what is it!" she remained silent. "It is old, right?"
"Yeah, it's old."
"Does it still work?
"I'm pretty sure it does."
"Do you mind," he asked, "if I plug it in and see what happens?"
"Be my guest."
Yoshi led Gina to the men's condo and into the spare bedroom. It was set up as a home office/lab. A desk with a computer sat in one corner and a bench with all sorts of electronic equipment ran along the adjoining wall. Yoshi cleared a spot on the bench and plugged a series of computer cables and converters into it. He flipped the computer on. "Have a seat. Are the batteries charged on this?"
"Yes."
Yoshi moved the mouse across the screen, clicked some icons, pulled some menus, pressed some buttons. Then he pressed the 'Enter' key. Gina saw page after page of gibberish as Yoshi worked.
He tried some more things. "Hmmmmm. it should be working" he thought for a moment. "It could be encrypted."
"Encrypted?"
"Scrambled. You need the correct password to make sense of it. Let's try a descrambler." The mouse clicked a few more times. "If this thing is as old as I think it is, it probably uses a DES algorithm. We can break those with ease, nowadays." He selected a menu option and Gina saw the following:

Community Tape Player Main Menu

1. Create New Program
2. Edit Existing Programs
3. Delete Program

At the bottom of the screen was the message: 'Property of Gina Robinson. If lost or stolen return to the nearest Community Center.'

Gina swallowed hard and held her breath for a moment. She wasn't sure how Yoshi would react now that he knew what it was.
But all he said was "Nope, that didn't work either."
"Uh?" Gina did a double take and looked back at the screen. Sure enough, there it was. "You... you don't see anything there?"
"Just more garbage. Do you see something?"
"No, no I don't see anything." She could barely keep her composure."Say Yoshi, I have my laptop computer in the car. Could you show me how to do this on my machine?"
"Sure, bring it in, I'll set you up.."

Gina sat in the doctor's study. He noticed that she seemed a lot calmer than the last time she had been here. And there was something else, a look of determination. He read through the journal she had brought, occasionally asking her for details on what she had wrote.
"It says here that the lady at the Center made you feel embarrassed when you dissolved all your sex circles. Do you still feel the same way now?"
"Not exactly embarrassed. More like... different. Apart, sort of."
"Have you begun any new circles?"
"No."
"Have you masturbated at all?"
"Actually yes, some. Ben, I've been having insatiable sex every day for the last thirteen years. You can't just stop it like that."
"You really haven't explained why you did this in your journal."
"Well, I *had* to dissolve the circles with my family. You'll probably never understand why."
"I'm trying, Gina. Really. So what about everyone else?"
"Well, It just didn't seem right. I mean I can finally decide for myself whether or not to sleep with someone but they can't really make the same independent decision. It's like taking advantage of someone."
"Extraordinary. You used to be close friends with Hannah and Irene. Did they try to talk you into rejoining with them?"
"I think they wanted to, but held back for fear of scaring me off."
"Were you attracted to them?"
Gina sighed, then nodded. "I'm myself again, Ben, but I still felt an attraction to them. Do you think I might a lesbian?"
"Lesbianism in the old sense doesn't exist anymore. But what do you think."
"I don't know. It's like with my family. I know it's *wrong* to sleep with your family and the whole idea repulses me, but at the same time I still get aroused when I think of some of the things we did together."
"Why is that?"
"It's like my attitudes are back to what they originally were, but all my memories are of someone different. All the old habits are still with me."
"Maybe you haven't completely left the community after all. Maybe there's a way to help you back in." He seemed pleased by the thought.
Gina found that the same thought scared her.

The doctor finished the journal. "So have you decided what you're going to do now?"
Gina was silent for a moment. She had in fact not told anyone of her work with the tape player. How she was teaching herself how to read and understand the programs. They were sort of codified concepts and memories, which could be implanted, either consciously or unconsciously, and could be weighted with imperative levels to resolve conflicting orders given to the subject. She had no intention of telling this to anyone, though. Not even the doctor, who she wasn't sure she could trust. She knew now just how subtle and absolute the programming could be. Or for all she knew, he could even be one of the so-called Overlords, the ones responsible for taping. She had an answer already prepared. "I thought I'd go back to school. Maybe take a degree in computers."
"That'll always come in handy," he said, agreeably.

Chapter 17
The Truth

"Truth is so important that it needs to be surrounded by a bodyguard of lies."

"The terrible thing about the quest for truth is that you find it."

Gina activated the v-phone and dialed. A woman answered. "A Night to Remember Erotic Services, this is Rachel. May I help you?"
"Uh, yes. I'd like to have someone come by tonight."
"Certainly. Male or female?"
"Male."
"Can you describe what you'd like?"
"Tall, good build, something romantic."
"Any particular race?"
"Whatever. I just want someone."
"OK, let's see. Ah, how about Tony? He's Hispanic, 6' 2", 12 inches. All man." A picture, presumably of Tony, flashed in a corner of the screen.
"Fine." Gina gave her address and disconnected. She felt a little disgusted with her weakness, but while her hand was fine once in a while, it was a poor substitute for the real thing. Besides, she figured, if she paid for it, she couldn't be taking advantage of him. She put on a pink, wispy, see-through robe and some lace panties.
An hour later there was a knock on the door. Gina opened it and there stood a man. He was dark skinned, with black, wavy hair. He had a thick mustache and deep brown eyes. He wore a perfectly tailored tuxedo and carried a dozen long stemmed roses. "You must be Tony," she said inviting him in.
"Don't you recognize me, Gina?" He asked.
Gina stared at him. "Tony...?"
"Antonio Miguel Eduardo de la Hoya Alverez, at your service!" he said in a thick accent, bowing and handing her the flowers. "Or just plain Tony, if you like," he said grinning.
Gina smelled the flowers and thought back. Tony was a hunk in high school, she remembered. And he'd polished his act immensely since then. She found herself strongly attracted to him.
The pair went into the bedroom. "We'll have to call a Center and have our circle re-established. He pulled a small portable v-phone out of his coat pocket and pushed a number on the speed dialer. "Hello, we'd like to start a circle... he punched some numbers on the keypad. Ok, here she is." He handed the device to Gina.
A elderly man's head spoke to her. "Hello, please enter your name or community number on your keypad." Even though not a part of the community, Gina assumed she still had a community number. She typed it in on the phone's keypad.
"Is this Gina Robinson?" A man asked.
"Yes it is."
"Do you wish to have sex with Tony Alverez?"
"Yes."
"OK, That's all. Enjoy!" He hung up.
Gina handed the v-phone back to Tony, who had removed his jacket and yanked on the bow tie, untying it with a smooth motion. He looked really sexy dressed up and Gina's arousal increased. "Would you care to assist, cara mia?" Gina approached him. Tony ran his hands over her back while she removed his cummerbund and unbuttoned his shirt. They stared into each other's eyes. He kicked off his shoes and socks and she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, nude except for his jet black briefs. Gina's eyes were drawn to the fat bulge in them. Gina knelt down and pulled them off. His cock was *huge*. She could barely get her hand around it. "Were you this big in high school?" she asked.
Tony massaged her shoulders lovingly, smiling down on her. "It is you who make me this way, mi amor."
"No, I'm serious."
Tony pulled her to her feet and took her head in his large hands. "I had a little work done. My senoritas deserve the very best from Antonio." Moving to the bed, he picked up the roses where Gina had laid them. Holding his smouldering gaze on Gina, with a smile on his face, he slowly pulled the petals from the flowers and scattered them on the comforter, creating a mat of sweet smelling petals. Gina removed her robe and slithered onto the bed, facing him. Tony gathered large handfuls of petals and let them float down onto her, covering her body and face. Gina pressed them to her nose, deeply imbibing the marvelous fragrance. Tony crouched between her legs and pulled her panties off. Running his hands across the insides of her legs he blew gently on her pussy, sending shivers up her spine. "Ah, mi chiquita, such a beautiful flower you are. See how you open wide for me." He brought his gorgeous face down and began lapping at her.
Gina felt her inhibitions dissolve as a powerful sense of well-being soaked into her. Tony was deftly running his expert tongue up and down her lips, swirling it around her clit. making her head swim. He picked up more petals and let them rain down, clinging to her perspiring breasts. Gina took two rose petals in her fingers and pulled on her erect nipples though them. She was breathing deeply, sighing contentedly with each exhale.
Tony increased her lust swiftly. Letting a finger slip inside her, he ran it in and out for a minute. Then, when she was ready, he stopped and drew himself up on his knees. He took his foot long penis in his hand and gave it a few swift strokes. He didn't get completely hard but he was a good two inches in diameter. She spread her legs wide and he moved back, placing the tip of his prick at the entrance to her pussy. "Are you ready, mi flora bonita?" he asked.
"Yes."
He spread her lips apart with his fingers and rocked his hips back and forth against her. He slid into her a good six inches. He lay down and supported his weight on top of her with his elbows. Slowly fucking her, he took a rose petal between his lips. He delicately ran it around her mouth, making Gina's whole face tingle. She parted her lips and they pulled on the petal together. Gina could hardly believe how filled up she was. She hadn't felt this way since she was a little girl. The feeling of Tony on top of her, clasping her shoulders with strong arms, driving his monster inconceivably deep within her cunt was indescribable. The room was filled with the smells of sex and roses.
The pair went on forever it seemed to Gina. Tony seemed to be able to will himself not to come until she had been satisfied, which was approaching with alacrity. Gina began to tremble underneath him. Tony whispered something in Spanish into her ear and stepped up his pace. Gina wrapped her legs tightly around his back and orgasmed. Tony thrust himself deep and timed himself with the waves of pleasure that coursed through Gina.

It wasn't until after Tony left that Gina noticed that he had never come. She wondered if it was still possible with all his alterations.

Gina parked the car and knocked on the front door. Irene answered, "Gina! What are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Come on in, you're always welcome here. Hannah and the guys are at work and I just put the kids down for their nap. Would you like some coffee?"
"Sure." Gina followed Irene into the kitchen. As Irene's back was turned, Gina pulled a tape player out of her purse. Without Irene seeing her, she slipped the earphones up onto her head and pressed the play button. Irene stiffened, then stood motionless. Gina placed the tape player in Irene's unresisting hand and sat at the kitchen table. She had reprogrammed the tape player to make the listener obey her commands over any others she had been programmed with. The subject would not be aware of this however, it would all be unconscious. She left Irene's original programming intact, regretfully for now, because she didn't want to cause suspicion. Irene was still a part of the community and should appear to be so, at least for now.
By 6:00 that evening, all four adults in the condo had been reprogrammed in the same fashion. Gina sat with them in the living room. "Now tell me, have any of you been given any special tape commands concerning me?"
"No... Nope." came the replies. She grilled them for a while, but they all had no special knowledge of her situation.
"All right. Tomorrow, you," she pointed at Hannah, "will take this to work. You will get as many people at your work to listen to it as you can."
"OK, Gina." Hannah replied, meekly.
"Also, you will give me your tape players tonight, so I can fix them also." There came a knock on the door. Gina jumped. "Who's that?" she snapped.
"I don't know."
"Go see who it is." Hannah went to the front door and opened it a crack. "Hello?"
"Hello, Hannah. Is Gina Robinson there?"
Gina heart was pounding. She shook her head no to Hannah. "No, she isn't. Who are you?"
"My name is Dr. Benjamin Warren. Listen, I know she's in there and I really do need to talk to her, right now."
Gina thought furiously. "Let him in," she commanded.
Dr. Warren entered the house. "Hello, Gina. Hi Hannah, Irene, Yoshi, Doug. This is a lovely place you have here." He sat on the sofa between the men.
Gina opened her purse and took out a gun she had bought a few days earlier, right after her apartment had been buglarized. Pointing it at the doctor she said. "If you resist, I *will* shoot you." She handed the tape player to Doug. "Tape him."
Ben looked at her. His gaze seemed different now, more penetrating. It was like he was looking right through her. "That's

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BEGIN --- CUT HERE --- Cut Here --- cut here --- good. I really believe you would," he said calmly. "Though I should point out that I have the same immunity from the tapes as you." Doug ignored him and placed the earphones on his head and pressed the play button. "You'll notice, Gina, that I can still talk with you even though the tape player is running."
After the tape ended, Gina ordered him to answer some questions. "How did you know I was here? How do you know these people."
"I had both your house and your car bugged. Remember the break-in? That was just a ruse to plant the devices and get you thinking about conspiracies and intrigue." He became irritated. "Why didn't you think to sweep your place for the bugs? It should have been obvious to anybody."
Gina was shaking with a cold sweat.. This was not going according to her liking. "Tie him." Irene produced some rope and the men secured him fast. "Now, who exactly are you?"
He remained cool as ice. "Ben Warren. You know that."
"Who are you working for?"
"Actually, I'm self-employed," he said, smiling.
Gina cocked the gun back. "Don't get smart with me! If I kill you now, none of these people will ever testify against me."
"You've reprogrammed them, have you? You must let me inspect your coding work."
"Dammit! You start talking, or so help me..."
"Very well. No more games. But first," His voice took on a note of command. "Everybody, go upstairs and have sex at once!"
There came a chorus of 'yes master' from Gina's four tape slaves. Then they all turned and walked out of the room. "Extraordinary, isn't it?" he quipped.
Gina lowered the gun reflexively and looked around in shock. "Everybody, come back!" Ignoring her, they all went upstairs like sleepwalkers. "I reprogrammed them! My commands have the highest possible imperative level."
"You don't know about meta-imperative levels yet. The hand held units don't have enough power for them. Don't worry, you'll get there."
Gina brought the gun back up. "Bring them back," She said coldly.
"How? I'm all tied up at the moment. Gina, I need to tell you some things, things that only you can know. You're right. I'm not a psychologist. I never even finished college. My real occupation, as you must have guessed by now, is Ruler of the World. If you'd like to hear more I'm willing to tell it. But once you hear it, you can never be the same again."
"Start talking." Gina sat in a chair next to the couch.
"Uh Gina, I don't want to seem pushy or anything, but could you please point that gun somewhere else. You don't have much experience handling those things and I'd really rather not die, tonight anyway." Gina looked at him with narrow eyes. He pulled at his bonds. "C'mon, what can I do?" She re-cocked the gun and set it in her lap. "All right. As a college student I majored in computer engineering with a minor in psychology. I took a class in Subliminals in Advertising and decided to try some experiments of my own. I made some tapes and tried them out on other people and to my delight they worked very well. Too well, in fact. I investigated and found out that the tapes I made had a certain low-frequency tone also imbedded in them. That is what made the tapes so... efficacious. It was a freak accident, a one in a billion chance of hitting the exact patterns and frequencies of the audio spectrum which resonated with the subject's own brain wave patterns. Up to that time, I had never been very successful with the ladies, and at first I used the tapes to get women to sleep with me. I started with my girlfriend and her mother, then added her cheerleader friend and my step-sister." Seeing the look of disapproved on her face, he shrugged and continued. "So anyway, I found that radio waves modulated along with the audio would magnify the effect of the tapes, but the radio waves needed to be transmitted right through the subject's brain. So I built radio transmitters into the earphones and, voila, the famous tape player."
"So you decided to make the entire world your little playground/harem. Disgusting!"
"Hey, I said *at first*. I was younger then and well, stupider. Literally stupider. I later found a setup that would raise the subject's IQ. Works sort of like that eidetic memory you had. I tried it on myself and my IQ shot up to about oh, around fourteen hundred and something."
"What?"
"Give or take. But the IQ starts falling slowly if you don't take additional treatments. My IQ hovers around nine-hundred these days."
"That's ridiculous! An IQ that high is meaningless."
"I designed some new tests for myself. Gina, I've lied to you in the past, but I swear I will never lie to you again. I have a very compelling interest in being absolutely honest with you."
"What's that?"
"You haven't asked me why I don't raise my IQ up again."
"OK, why?"
"There's a unfortunate side effect to the combination of waves. It seems to promulgate incurable brain tumors. Additional treatments exacerbate the situation."
"So, how much..."
"About six months," he said calmly.
Gina let that sink in. "So..."
He finished the sentence for her. "So who's going to run things after I'm gone? One guess."
Gina's face went white.
After a long time, the doctor said. "Gina? Could you untie me now? There's a lot of work to do."

Doug and Yoshi undressed, preparing for bed. Their memory of the night's events was very different than Gina and the doctor's.
"I sure do like that Gina." Doug remarked.
"You like anyone who gives blowjobs like that."
They pulled down the sheets and lay down. Spooning together Yoshi turned his head and tenderly kissed his husband good night.

Chapter 18
The Royalty

"Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask rather what you can do for your country."

"I am the state.."

Gina moved into the doctor's house. The next day, he took her into his study. "Watch this." He stood facing a wall and spoke a few words in a language Gina couldn't recognize. The wall slid open revealing a secret passage. "That was Arabic for 'Open Sesame!' I love that phrase. You'll need to set up a password for your voice pattern, also." He walked into the passage and turned on a light switch.
Gina moved to follow him, but stopped short at the doorway. A memory surfaced. She tilted her head to one side. "I... I'm... I'm never supposed to go in here."
"Nobody is. That's an old tape command. Very high imperative level. Come on."
Gina swallowed and walked on. They went down a stairway and into a laboratory.
"This is it." He pointed to a computer workstation. "This is where all the tape programs are written. Sit, please. I saw the programs you wrote for the portable. Very good, even for a beginner." He showed her how to turn the machine on. "There's an on-line tutorial I set up for you. Very complete, everything you need to know. I suggest you study it for a few days, to round out your education. But first," He sat down in another chair. "You have questions, no?"
"Only about eighteen million."
"You now know how I did it. How about why?"
"OK, why?"
He cleared his throat. "After I discovered just how potent the taping process was, I got to thinking. Thinking's pretty easy for me these days. I realized that if I could do it, then sooner or later someone else would. I ran some simulations and frankly didn't like what I saw. My first law of mind control: 'When a relatively simple method of mind control is possible, it will be used for world domination.' You see, whoever first develops mind control technology may or may not use it to try to take over the world. If he doesn't, then the next person might. Sooner or later someone will, and then that's it. From that point on, programmed obedience will be a permanent part of the human race. There's just no way for the people to free themselves, ever. If some benevolent ruler should decide from the top to do so, then eventually someone else will enslave them again. They'd have a much easier time of it than I had. I know of ways to dispense with the tape players and broadcast the commands to an entire city at once. There are also ways to defeat the immunity we share. Don't bother asking how, I intend to take both those secrets with me. Anyway, the whole world becomes enslaved. No way around it. After that, a number of possible outcomes develop, most of them exceedingly nasty. Gina, do you think the ends justify the means?"
"No." She said quickly. Then, "Well... maybe sometimes."
"Sometimes. Exactly. Now, if you had the power to end overpopulation, overnight, would you? Mind you, this isn't exactly a rhetorical question."
Gina thought. "I don't know. I might."
"There's only two ways to limit the population. Either slow down births or accelerate deaths. I've chosen the first. Would you order every other person to commit suicide?"
"Of course not!"
"Some might. Some scenarios had a single man ordering all the males in the world to commit suicide so he could live some infantile 'Last Man in the World' fantasy. So much for civilization, maybe even the race. Or we could go the other way, someone breeding out undesirable qualities from the gene pool. A lofty goal, but misguided. And that's not even close to some future horrors. Those involve two or more factions each with their armies of tape slaves, fighting all-out war with nukes. Or intrigue that would make Byzantium look like a kindergarten. How would you feel about murdering your entire family because they were taped to blindly obey some other bozo than the one you did?" Gina thought of her father and got a sick feeling in her stomach. "And that was one of the more likely scenarios. Gina, if you had *any* idea just how close both the CIA and the KGB were to landing on the secret, it would make your skin crawl!"
"So instead you decided to play God yourself. Rather convenient logic, I'd say."
"Like I said, if not me, than someone else. I made myself immune, like you, early on, but what if I was taped anyway. Then I'd either have to pretend to obey or be found out. One man can't fight the entire world. Gina, I'm not playing God. I don't even want to *be* God. But He allowed all this to be possible, not me. He's got a lot to answer for in my book." Gina could see that Ben was getting slightly agitated. "You recently asked me about free will. Would you end all war if you could."
"I don't know. War is wrong, isn't it?"
"Usually. But there are just wars too. We had one in this country a while back. 'When in the course of human events, etc., etc.' Do you trust your judgment to tell the difference? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life making those kinds of decisions? How about ending pollution or violence. You could make everybody on the whole planet a recycling pacifist."
"What's wrong with recycling."
"Nothing. Except when one person takes it upon himself to make the choice for everybody. I've done this, but kept it to an absolute minimum. Sexual violence is never justified, in my opinion, and has therefore been eliminated. The same with overpopulation. If you don't solve that, you haven't got a chance of solving any of the other problems. And the only fair way to implement that was a universal rule, one couple: one child. But hey! If you don't like what you see, you can always change it anyway you like."
"Why don't you just tape me to agree with your conclusions."
"Because someone on the planet has to be capable of independent thought. I've set up the Community Centers to take care of all the routine business, distributing new tapes, things like that. But I can't predict the future, at least not the long-term future. After I'm gone a situation could develop which will require that a untaped person make a decision. That's you."
"Why me?"
"Lots of reasons. You're a female. Females are generally less aggressive than males. You're young, and come from healthy, long lived stock. I want to keep these transfers of power to a minimum. You're bright, you responded well to the memory tape. The queen of the world should be intelligent as well as wise. You're very independent. You've been living alone for the last ten years and you seem to do well that way. And you come from a nice upper-middle class family, so having unlimited wealth and power hopefully won't corrupt you too much. That's the biggest unknown, really."
"And what about my father, about the abortion I had? Was that part of the plan?"
"No.. That was an accident. I'm not omnipotent. The odds were minute, and I think you can work around that. Besides, if you hadn't worked out, there were others."
"Others?"
"Once there were about a thousand young women like you in the world. Most were disqualified early on. Don't worry, you're it. For better or worse the decision has been made. Though there was this one Polish girl who would be standing here today instead of you if she hadn't gotten married."
"Married? What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that history shows that nepotism is both very basic in the human condition and a very poor system of transferring supreme executive power. You need to learn to treat the whole human race as your kin. I would very much like to see you never marry, or have kids, but I won't use taping on you, or try to issue orders from the grave. I may be an asocial paranoid megalomaniac control freak, but I'm not crazy."
Gina smiled. Then as his words sunk in, "What about your family?"
Ben became melancholy. He lost his penetrating stare for a moment. "I had to erase myself. They no longer remember me. In fact, nobody who knew me before the age of twenty-five remembers me."
Gina's mouth fell open. She looked at the Ruler of the World, and he seemed to shrink from larger than life to just a man. Gina reached out and took his hand.
"Sometimes I get lonely, but my work keeps me very busy." He gave her hand a light squeeze and stood up. "Why don't you do some studying now. I have to go somewhere for a day or so. I can't tell you where. We'll talk again tomorrow morning." He walked to the steps. Turning, he said. "Oh, by the way, there's a new tape being played to everybody now. It gives you the ability to command anyone, like what I did with your friends. Just give orders in a commanding voice and they'll be obeyed. Afterwards, they'll have no memory, unless you want it." He went up the stairs.

Gina walked through the mall. When she had emerged from her studies, she felt like doing some shopping. The doctor had given her a set of credit cards and a checkbook with no reasonable limit on them, or so he said. She decided to put that to the test. She went to the auto showroom and bought a sports car. She sat in his office while he went to "check with the supervisor" about the deal he had offered her.
"Why do they always keep you waiting like this," she thought to herself. When he returned, she asked him, "Did you really have to check with someone?"
"Oh yes, Gina. You see my boss says if I give another car away for chump change he'll..."
Gina wanted to try out her new power. "Tell me the truth!" She barked at the man.
The salesman stiffened and his eyes glazed. "Yes, mistress. No, not really. It's a sales ploy."
"Sit down. Tell me what were you really doing."
"I went out to the service department and had a cigarette."
"And what do you think of this practice."
"I like it. You make the customer squirm for a while, then he's ready to sign just because he's afraid you'll run out on him again."
"I see. Joe, pee in your pants, right now!" Joe's face made no reaction as a wet stain appeared in the front of his pants.
"Now forget you've wet your pants. Don't even think about it for the rest of the day. But every two hours, you'll pee yourself again. I want you to have wet trousers all day long. Got that?"
"Yes mistress."
"In addition, you will be rude and course with every customer, other than myself, whom you talk to today. You'll be insulting and obnoxious, but only when you're alone with them. You will now return to your normal self."
Joe grinned. "So Gina, this car is perfect for you. What more can I do to get you into that baby blue model"
"You've done quite enough. Sold!" He held out his hand and they shook. She laughed inwardly as they walked through the showroom. Everybody saw his pants, but nobody said anything for fear of killing the sale. Perhaps the supervisor would want to "check with him" later.

She drove her new car to the mall and went to the more expensive shops. "If I'm going to be a queen, I should have a crown and scepter. She bought most of one jewelry store, then went to an upscale clothes boutique. After trying on a dozen dresses, she bought them all, giving the sales lady her address so they could be delivered.
She sat in the large open area in the middle of the mall and sampled some chocolate sweets she had bought. People passed her by. She had discovered that around half the people responded to her commands. Presumably the rest would be covered in the next few days.
The feeling of power had brought her sexuality to the fore. A man in his late forties, was standing at the elevator. She stood and walked into the elevator with him. He nodded to her cordially as the they ascended. He was tall, with light brown hair and a healthy, tanned face. He obviously worked out, he had hardly an ounce of fat on him.
"Who am I?" She said, forcefully.
His face lost all it's friendliness and took on a blankness. "You're my mistress," he intoned.
"That's right." The doors opened. "Come with me!" She said, walking out the elevator and toward the exit. The man followed two steps behind. A couple of young kids, about twelve or so, who had been waiting for the elevator also turned and silently followed her. One was male, black, with a slight weight problem. The other was a girl, a middle-eastern type, with a large nose and brown skin. They both wore shorts and sandals. Gina wasn't aware of this until they were all outside. But, having gone this far, she added them to her entourage. She was drunk with the power and found the sexual thrill of dominating the children irresistible.
"Take us to your car!" She snapped to the man. He led them all into the parking structure. When they were all in his car she commanded him to drive to his house, which they soon entered. A woman came into the front room. She was medium height, about the same age as the man, and had dish gloves on. A rag drooped over her shoulder. "Hi, dear. Hello...," she said to Gina and the kids expectantly.
"Don't speak until you're spoken to." The woman's mouth clamped itself shut. "Are you two married?" Gina asked the pair.
"Yes, mistress," came the monotone reply.
"Have you ever met either myself, or these two?"
"No, mistress."
"Good. Girls, I want you to suck these guys until they get hard." The ladies dropped to their knees and pulled down the men's pants. They took the soft penises into their mouths and began stimulating the men, orally. Gina was feeling very strange. Exercising absolute power over these complete strangers was getting her incredibly hot. "C'mon guys! Get hard. Now!" The cocks of the two men seemed to snap up like they were on hinges. "Stay hard but don't come. You will *not* come until I tell you to. You," she pointed to the young black kid, "Come over here."
"Yes mistress." The lad shuffled over to her.
"Undress me. Leave the shoes on. You, girl. Go fuck the old guy's fingers." The girl rose, turned her head slowly to the man and walked to him. She took his hand in hers. Pulling down her shorts, she lifted one leg high, placing her foot on the older woman's shoulder as she continued to fellitiate, and inserted two of his fingers into her pussy, grimacing from the sudden intrusion. She slowly pistoned his hand inside her. "Don't you come, either. Nobody comes until I say so. Keep fucking him, and put some more fingers in there." She took a third digit and tried to take a fourth, but she was still too small. She was obviously in pain now as she tried to stretch herself wide enough to take him.

By now, Gina stood naked in front of the couch. A twinge of modesty passed through her. That's just your old feelings, she thought to herself, ignore them. "Now, beg to kiss and worship my feet." The boy knelt down low and muttered, "I love your feet, mistress. Please let me worship them."
"Are you a foot slave?" she asked.
"Yes. I am a foot slave. I live to serve your feet. Please, let me kiss them for you."
"Very well." The boy lovingly stroked and licked her pumps. "Hey lady, you're a foot slave too. Come worship my feet, also." The woman stopped sucking her husband's cock and crawled to Gina. Laying on the rug next to the black kid, she caressed and cooed Gina's right foot. She sat and lay herself back on the couch and watched her slaves obey her slightest order. She moved her hand down and rubbed her cunt. The girl was holding her lips apart with one hand while she tried to copulate the man's hand with the other. She was having a lot of trouble. His arm was just too short, and she had to hold herself up on her toes to give him access.

"OK. Everybody freeze!" She was surrounded by four motionless statues. She stood up and unfroze the girls She took them aside and commanded them, "Here's what you're going to do. You are both sexual predators. You like to kidnap males and molest them. You've taken these two and will have your way with them. This is what you will do." She gave them explicit instructions. "You will not be aware of my presence at all, but if I give you any additional orders, you'll obey them without hesitation."
"Yes mistress."
"Good. When I clap my hands you will carry out your orders." She went to the menfolk and lay them both face down on the floor. "Place your hands behind your back." They complied. "Your hands have been handcuffed together. You will *not* move your hands from behind your back. Understand?"
"Yes mistress."
"These ladies have kidnapped you. If you make a sound, they'll kill you. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress." Gina clapped her hands. The ladies jerked into life. "Well, well, well. What have we got here?" The younger one asked.
"Looks like someone forgot to take out the garbage," the older one sneered.
They went to the men and turned them over. Their hard-ons were as hard as rock. The young girl's face showed contempt and malice. "What pathetic worms they are. What shall we do with them?"
The older woman smiled at the young girl. She placed her hands on the girl's barely developed titties. "We use them, honey, 'cause that's all they're good for." The women pulled the girl to her and they kissed passionately. They fondled and kissed, removing each other's clothes as they did so. When they were both naked, the older one said, "Now watch me, sweetie, and do like this. She stood up and kicked the young kid's legs apart. She placed her foot on his standing cock and pushed it down to his belly. Grinding her foot into his organ, she compressed it hard. The boy's eyes went wide and he held his mouth shut tightly, smothering his screams. The young girl imitated the same actions on the older woman's husband, causing a similar reaction.
The females tortured and agonized the males in all sorts of ways, as Gina gave additional commands. When they took the men's balls with their toes and pulled, tears ran down the boy's face. They shaved the men completely from head to toe. The woman produced a pair of long needles which were used to pierce through lips and nipples.

Through all of this, Gina watched, repulsed and at the same time, fascinated by the scene. She was masturbating hotly. "Freeze!" she shouted. "Now switch places!" Now the women lay on the floor, while the men sadistically tormented them. All body hair was shaved off the ladies, their labia and nipples were pierced, and the men stood over them, peeing onto their faces.

Gina's orgasm was close, she needed to have something inside her. "Hey, big boy. Over here!" The man stood and came to Gina. She scrunched down so her butt was at the edge of the couch. "Now you screw me like you've never screwed before." He slipped his rock hard, purple cock into her and pumped at her furiously. Gina's blood boiled higher and higher. "Girls, come suck my tits! Boy, you kiss me." Gina was giddy with lust. "Oh... Fuck... Funck... Shit... Frunck meeeeeee!" Her arms and legs thrashed wildly as she orgasmed.

She subsided the men's erections, and commanded everyone to clean up and resume their clothes. "Now take us back to the mall. None of you will ever remember this episode." Soon she was driving back to the doctor's house in her new car. "Frunck?" she said to herself on the freeway. "I meant fuck. Hmm.."

Gina went downstairs to the lab the next morning. Doctor Warren was waiting for her. "Perhaps you'll be a little less judgmental of me in the future." he said calmly.
Gina sat in front of her screen. "Good morning to you too." She said.
He sat down and started ticking off his fingers. "Joeseph Donald Hebert, automobile salesman and old high school chum of your brother, was sent home from work yesterday for being disruptive on the job. He won't get a raise this year."
"That was Joey?"
"Phillip and Lena Osborne, Leroy Jackson and Fatima Habib, all find themselves depilated and perforated multiple times, and unable to account for a lost afternoon. The authorities are now involved, though they have few leads to go on. It seems that three of them were seen leaving the mall with a blonde, Caucasian female in her late twenties, wearing expensive clothes, lots of baubles."
Gina's hand went up to the pearl necklace she was wearing..
"Forensics have identified prints and DNA at the Osborne's house matching both Leroy and Fatima, as well as those from an unidentified source. If you still existed in any fingerprint databases, there would now be a warrant out for your arrest."
"I'd command them not to arrest me."
"And start spreading more ripples. The older couple think they've been abducted by aliens. They're going to consult a hypnotist who will 'uncover' memories of the mother ship. They'll want to go on talk shows and tell their story. If they do, he'll lose his job as an trial attorney. They need to not look like lunatics in front of the jury."
"I can fix that." she said meekly.
"I've already done so. Not yet, you still need more study. Leroy is being harassed by the kids at school right now. He's going to get into a fight oh, around two twenty this afternoon. He'll be suspended for a week. Fatima, who shows signs of sexual molestation, isn't in school today. She has had a nervous breakdown and is undergoing psychiatric therapy for emotional trauma.
Gina hand covered her mouth. "Oh god. How do you know all this?"
"Are you kidding? Fatima's made the front page. Rape's *awfully* rare these days. As for Joey... well I'm good, that's all. Don't sweat it, they're not worth it. I'm just glad you didn't think to go over to your father's house. Marion was there all alone. When I think about what might have happened..." He closed his eyes, made a fist and squeezed it tight for a second, then relaxed it. "Sorry about losing my temper there."
"I didn't hurt anybody, really. I wouldn't hurt Marion."
"You don't like her. I don't like her much either, to be honest and I could give a rattus rattus' ass about most people. It's *you* I'm concerned about. You think I don't know how power corrupts? I could write a book. In fact I already have. Tutorial lesson fifteen. Why didn't you follow the guidelines I suggested?"
"I'm only up to number fourteen."
"See, that's another mistake. Fifteen was supposed to be the last lesson you studied yesterday, so it would be fresh in your mind. Do you have any idea what it's like thing to be smart, and then start to become stupid again."
"I was going to read it, but my eyes got tired."
"Not five years ago I could have predicted the very *word* you would have left off at. Well, read it today please. I'll see you at lunch." He stood and turned to leave. He stopped at the stairway and turned. "Gina, I do have enough smarts left to know this much. Did you happen to catch yourself in a Freudian slip while at the Osborne's?"
Gina's looked confused, then remembering, looked offended. "Did you bug me again?"
"You were driving a new car, wearing new clothes. I'd have had to hide the bug on your person. Besides who's going to monitor you after I'm gone. No, I've been running a Gina Robinson simulation for years." He tapped his head. "It's pretty well debugged by now. You said 'fuck' but it came out differently. What was it you said?"
Gina opened her mouth but couldn't speak.
"You know what I'm saying. While the middle-aged man was having sex with you. Just as you orgasmed, you said his name."
"Phillip?"
"No, not Phillip! Come on Gina, Think! Sounds like 'fuck' but add an 'r' and an 'n'."
"No. I..., I don't remember."
"Yes you do. I'd really like to hear you say it, Gina."
Gina's lower lip quivered. She didn't want to think about it.
"Extraordinary. Well, I'm not going to force you, so I'll say it for you. The word was 'Frank.' Frank, as in Frank Robinson, your father. Keep studying, Gina." He turned away and climbed the stairs.
Gina went pale. Then she buried her head in her hands and sobbed.

Chapter 19
The Price

"Paris is well worth a mass."

"I would rather be a beggar and single than a queen and married."

As the weeks passed she continued to learn from the computer. Her skills improved both in creating programs and in giving immediate commands to people she met. The lessons covered other things, too. Each chapter in the tutorial was followed by an extensive test. Only after passing the test was she allowed to advance to the next chapter. History lessons on a gallery of rulers, from Alexander the Great to V.I. Lenin, as well as commentaries dealing with various aspects of leadership were given.

As Gina's reawakened moral beliefs slowly fused with the taped personality she had lived with for so long, her interest in sex leveled out, but still reared itself on occasion. A few times she called the escort service and had men, and more rarely women, come to

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Ben was neutral about this. He explained one evening after dinner. "It's your choice. Don't forget who you are, though. You hold power of life and death over every human being. Hold your subjects close, but not too close. Especially with your family."
"What about my family?"
"Don't get upset, but I think you should erase yourself from their memories, like I did with mine."
"No," she said flatly.
He shrugged. "I understand. It might not even be the best thing for you. You're part of the new world, Gina. I believe that's what the world needs in its ruler right now. Out with the old, in with the new. The king is dead, long live the queen. Gina, would you marry me?"
"Huh?" He had a habit of switching subjects on the fly like that.
"I love you and I'd like you to be the mother of my child." He said it like he was asking her to pick up some milk at the market.
Gina looked at him for a few seconds. "No," she said, shaking her head.
"May I ask why?"
"I don't love you."
"You did at one time. Remember that night in the hospital long ago, when we first met? By now you must have realized that it was no coincidence. As soon as I learned that your parents were going to tell you kids of their plans to divorce, I dropped everything and commandeered a military jet into town. I ordered the doctors to slap a cast on my leg to kindle sympathy from you and had them put me into your room. Everything was arranged with fine precision so I could spend some time with you alone and try to recover you. I fell in love you that first night. But even if I had hated you, you'd still be here today."
"Later on, when I freed you from your tape commands, I tried to make you see me as a potential enemy. That was to test your powers of machination, as well as your ruthlessness. I must admit, you did so-so on that, you're just too trusting. Stalin would have had you for breakfast. Fortunately, there are no more Stalins, at least not for you. Whether or not you create one someday or not still remains to be seen."
"Anyway, I'm not asking you to marry me because I love you, and you shouldn't be refusing because you don't love me. I'm doing it so you'll have your child. I can see as plain as day that you're going to have one sooner or later, You're just that type of person. And when it does, you'll maybe have a husband kicking around the palace. Eventually you'll tell him about your... profession, as it were. Hell, you might even do something really stupid like freeing *him* from tape bondage. With two people free all my precautions become moot. The results could be very, very bad. Besides, I'd make a good husband, and you'd inherit everything after I'm gone. A sensible solution, don't you think?"
"But I don't want to get married."
Ben closed his eyes and sighed. He carefully folded his napkin and set it on the plate in front of him. "When will you start thinking about something other than yourself?" He stood and left the room.

Gina took stacks of clothes out of the dresser drawers and put them into her suitcase. The doctor stood, leaning against the doorway.
"You've never been one to run away before, Gina. Can't we work this out?"
"There's nothing to work out. I quit. Get somebody else to run the world."
"No. You're it."
"I don't want it."
"Do you want to be taped again? To be returned to the community?"
Gina stopped packing. She looked at the doctor, her face full of loathing."Is that my choice? Either be trapped with you or go back to being a happy idiot?"
"You weren't always happy back when, as I recall. But no, you have lots of choices. I gave you the power to make these choices because I felt you were the best person for the job. I still do. The fact that you don't want it only confirms my judgment. A good rule of thumb: Anyone who wants to rule the world should under no circumstances be allowed to do so. But you don't have to leave."
"Do I still have to marry you?"
"Not immediately, but if you do stay, eventually you will."
Gina forced her suitcase closed and locked it. "Here's the keys to the car. I returned all the other stuff."
Ben shrugged. "Keep it." Gina tossed them onto the bed. "I assume that you're going to be staying with your mother for now." he said.
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"You're right. Sorry to nose in. May I call you once in a while, to see how you're doing?"
Gina made a face. "I don't think that would be a good idea."
"I understand. Well, I wish you good luck. We may not meet again." He turned and left.
Picking up the suitcase, she walked out the bedroom door. Ben was nowhere to be seen. She went down to the foyer. Mrs. Montoya was waiting there. Gina went to the woman and took her hand. "Goodbye, Mees Gina," the older woman said, holding back a tear.
"Goodbye Esmerelda. I'm going to miss you." They kissed each other's cheeks.
"Why he no leave instead of you?" Gina frowned, suddenly suspicious at the reference to the doctor. A part of her still didn't think he would just let her walk out like this. Maybe he was using Mrs. Montoya to get her to stay somehow. Without another word, she picked up her bag, opened the front door and exited.

Mindy and Gina Robinson sat at the kitchen table working a jigsaw puzzle. As they searched and tried pieces, they talked. As worried as Mindy was about her daughter, she patiently waited until Gina was ready to talk to her about Ben.
Gina said, "I think Lisa took it the hardest when I dissolved all my sex circles. She said that I was way beyond nun and had gone directly to Virgin Mary status. She said I should get some help."
"To be honest dear, I'm still a trifle baffled why you did it. You say you still love us, but you don't *love* us." She shook her head.
"I really can't explain, mom. It's just..., not right."
"So you keep saying." Mindy took her daughter's hand and held it tenderly. "Honey, I think it would be good for you." She lightly ran her fingers over it and slowly brought it up to her lips.
Gina pulled her hand back. "Mother, stop that!"
Mindy's eyes glazed over. "Yes, mistress," she droned.. Then, a second later, she blinked and resumed searching for pieces.
Gina sighed. Her mother continued to make gentle advances to her, despite her commands that she stop. The attitudes about sex were too ingrained, at too high a meta-imperative. She would obey Gina for a short while, then the instruction would wear off and her incestuous impulses would return. She could have taped her not to do this, but she would have to return to the doctor's house to prepare the tape.

Kevin and Sally came over for dinner that night. Afterwards, in the family room, they had an announcement to make.
"Mom, sis? We have something to tell you. Sally's pregnant!"
"That's wonderful!" Mindy gushed. Mindy and Sally stood and hugged. "Grandchildren at last! When are you due?"
"Around Christmas."
"I hope she enjoys these as much as I have," she said, squeezing Sally's breasts. The pair started to kiss and play with each other.
"How big do you think they'll get?" Sally asked.
Mindy pulled Sally's tee-shirt off. Her already copious breasts jiggled free. "I don't think they'll get much bigger. But they'll be sensitive." The older woman knelt and pulled down the other's sweats. Then Sally undressed Mindy and they went to the couch and sat together. They each placed a hand on the other's pussy and began to rub.

Gina stood and left the room. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat on the bed. The wantonness that her mother and her brother's girlfriend were showing for each other made her a little nauseous. She'd seen her mother masturbating several times since she'd moved back home, but this was just too much. She heard a gentle knocking on the door.
"Hello Gina? May I come in?" It was Kevin.
"Kevin, go aw..., wait!" Gina was going to order him to go away, but she stopped herself. "Come on in, if you want."
Kevin entered and sat next to Gina. "Are you OK, sis?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
Gina's lip trembled, like she was going to say something, then she broke down, crying. Pulling her brother to her, Gina hugged Kevin tightly. Kevin let her hold him and rocked her back and forth. "It's OK Gina." He said. Gina felt his familiar body press close against hers and smelled his body. After she stopped crying, she held him close for a moment and her breathe became a trifle more rapid. Kevin sensed Gina's growing desire and quickly pulled away from her. After all, they weren't circle partners anymore. He looked at her wonderingly. Gina's nipples had hardened. Gina sat there, shocked at herself, memories flooding back of all the times they had made love together. Then, like someone else was controlling her, she threw herself at him, grabbing his head and kissing him passionately. Kevin, moved away and fell off the bed. landing on the floor on his back. "Gina! What are you doing?"
"I want you, Kevin! Take me!"
"Yes mistress." Kevin started to stand, eyes wide and unblinking.
"No! Not like that! I want you to be normal."
Kevin blinked. "Let's call the Center."
Gina looked down on him. She was torn between her desire for him and her hatred for the community and everything it stood for. Kevin chose that moment to give her his silliest of all possible grins. Slowly the corners of Gina's mouth twitched and moved up into a smile that da Vinci would have died for. She reached the v-phone next to the bed and dialed the Center.

Sally buried her face in Mindy's lovely pussy and lapped away. Mindy's heat radiated from her thighs, warming Sally's face. Sally's hand reached down and began to twirl around her privates. She could feel the older woman's legs resting on her shoulders, delicately squeezing her head. Sally adored Mindy. The woman was always so graceful, so distinguished. Even now with her delicious pussy being sucked, and she about to orgasm, she was somehow elegant and in control. Mindy held Sally's head gently but firmly to her twat as her climax began it's long march through her body. Sally drew her boyfriend's mother's clit into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.
"Oh thank you dear, that was wonderful," Mindy said when she returned to Earth.
"Did you like that?"
"Mmmm Hmmm." The women kissed for a while. "Sally, I want you to know that, while I didn't approve of you at first, I think now I was wrong. You're going to be a terrific mother."
Sally beamed. "Thanks Mindy. May I call you mom?"
Mindy looked around, ignoring the question. "Say, where is your man, anyway?"
"He went upstairs with Gina." The two women looked at each other, then smiled.
"Perfect."

Gina sat on her brother, straddling his waist, her long billowing dress covering her legs except for her feet. Kevin lay back with his hands behind his head. She typed in her own and Kevin's information, then tossed the v-phone over her shoulder onto the bed. She bent down and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Kevin never moved, he let her direct everything. Gina unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands along his strong, familiar chest. She then unbuttoned her own shirt and moved her hips back, laying on top of him. Kevin moaned around her tongue as she rubbed her bra against his front.
Gina pulled her tongue out of her brother's mouth and sat up. Kevin lay there, grinning, happy that his sister had finally come to her senses. "Seems like the first time again, eh sis?"
"Yeah, kinda." Gina moved down and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down between his ankles, then his shorts, she took his bulging dick in her hand. She gave it a couple of strokes..., and he came. Shots of semen went high in the air and splashed off his chest. Gina moved forward and rubbed his tip against her bra. He continued to shoot driblets, soaking the material.
Kevin wiped his forehead on his shirt sleeves. "See what you've done to me! I haven't come that quickly since I was seventeen."
"Well, if I remember correctly, when you were seventeen you needed to come at least four times before you were satisfied." Gina moved her mouth down and took his slightly softer cock into her mouth. She sucked out the last of his cum and stroked him back to full hardness.
"Oh..., I'm gonna come again, sis," Kevin moaned.
Gina sat back and lifted her legs. Pulling her panties off she set them over his face, positioning them so he could see her through the leg holes, a silly thing they had done as children. Then she moved on top of him and slowly lowered herself onto him. That was too much for Kevin and he orgasmed again, while he was only halfway inside her. The white fluid leaked down out of her twat and soaked the hairs on his cock and balls. This only served to lubricate her more and she easily slid down the rest of the way. She humped him frenetically, keeping him hard. Even with his mouth covered she could see his grin in his eyes.

Mindy strapped the dildo on and positioned Sally on her back. Moving in front of her she had the girl suck on her cock while she played with her pussy. Sally raised her hips high off the floor as Mindy's fingers buried themselves deeper. "Now, you be Gina and I'll be Kevin." the older woman said.
"Mmph." Mindy continued to masturbate Sally as she sucked. Sally's twat was so wet now, her fingers were wrinkled from the moisture. Her legs spread involuntarily and her rump sunk down to the rug. Mindy withdrew the dildo from her mouth, moved around her, and reinserted it in her pussy.
While Sally yelped with each push, Mindy ran her hand on the expecting mother's tummy. She took note those wide hips and envied the young woman. "She's not going to have half the trouble I had," she thought as she continued to pound into the young woman.

Gina bounced up and down on her brother in the old rhythm they had used so many times before. A small sense of wrong still fluttered in the back of her mind, but she found this somehow made it more exciting. They complemented each other perfectly. Kevin let her do all the work for now, but he soon saw that she was tiring. As Gina's tempo slowed and became erratic, he pulled his arms from behind his head and removed the panties from his face. "How about moving to the bed?" he asked.
Gina pulled off of him and stood up. Kevin followed and they fully undressed each other. Gina lay back on the bed and Kevin moved atop her. He entered her and they soon were lost in the old, innocent ecstasy again. Gina closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around him as memories of screwing her brother came to her. There had not been a trace of guilt in those days. As she thought back to her childhood, she felt herself start to come. She buried her head in his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Oh Kevin! Oh God! I'm coming... Nnnugh... Oh Kevin, I *love* you!" She raised her legs high and spouted gibberish as her mind disintegrated under the orgasms turning through her.
"I love you too Gina." He replied as his own urge took over and he released deep into her womb. They rode the simultaneous climax together for a long time, drifting together in the astral plane, then slowly returning to their bodies.
As they lay next to each other on the bed, Kevin felt a sense of release and contentment he hadn't had in a long time and soon dozed off. Gina on the other hand, sat there and watched him sleep, trying to come to terms with what had happened. She had just fucked her brother and it was as good as it had ever been. What was bothering her was..., well it just wasn't bothering her. She was confused. Normally she might have called Ben and talked to him about it, but now... One thing she did know though, with her darling brother around, she wasn't going to be hiring any more hookers to service her. Her thoughts drifted to her sister, her sweet, petite sister and she felt a twinge in her loins. She closed her eyes and pictured her in her mind. Her hand drifted down to her crotch and tickled her still swollen bud as she fantasized about Lisa dancing naked for her.
She was so deep in her own thoughts she didn't hear Sally and her mother, still wearing the strap-on dildo enter the room.

Chapter 20
The Way Back

"Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection."

"It is amazing how nice people are to you when they know you are going away."

The next morning Gina called Lisa, her sister.
"Hello?" Lisa appeared on the screen. She was naked in bed, reading.
"Hello Lisa."
Lisa crossed her arms and looked away from Gina. "I'm not talking to you anymore."
"Well then just listen. I called to apologize. I'd like you to rejoin my circle."
"Oh that's wonderful!" she squealed and jumped around on the bed. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you, Gina. But I was so hurt at what you did."
"That's OK. I had it coming."
"So now can you tell me what this was all about?"
"Sorry, sis."
"Dad said you were either sick or crazy."
"Well, I wasn't sick, so I guess I was crazy." Lisa opened a second phone line to the local Community Center and they went through the formalities. Then they made sister-talk about how each other had been doing.
"So who else have you joined with?"
"Kevin and mom and Sally. "
"Are you going to join with my guys?"
"Are they there?"
"No they're out at an audition."
"Well, have them call me when they get home."
"Cool! How about dad?"
Gina swallowed. "I don't know..."
"Come on Gina. What'll he think!"
"Look, I don't want to!"
"Yes, mistress." Lisa murmured in a monotone, her eyes suddenly glazed..

Gina felt a twinge in her loins as she realized that she had just enslaved her sister. Normally, she would have quickly brought her back out, but her sister had looked so cute bouncing on the bed, she wanted to see it again. "Bounce on the bed like you just did."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa jumped up and down.
"That bed is huge," Gina thought as her little sister mindlessly hopped. "Of course it's huge, she has three husbands." Gina watched for a few more seconds. "OK Lisa, stop. Now stand on your head, facing me."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa knelt down facing away from the television screen. Gina got a full view of Lisa's ass and pussy. Then she lifted her legs and balanced herself up.
"Now spread you legs apart, as far as you can without hurting."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa's lithe legs went into a split, coming all the way down perpendicular with her torso.
Gina ran her hand lightly around her breasts as she watched her sister pose for her. Lisa's pubic hair was mostly shaved, leaving a thin black line running up her crotch. Her narrow hips seemed scarcely wider than her waist. Her tiny nipples were points and her bosom rose and fell rapidly. Her face was starting to get red from the blood rushing into her head. "Lisa, roll over onto your back."
"Yes, mistress." Lisa lay there, waiting for further orders.
"Lisa, when I count to three, you will return to normal. You will masturbate explosively for me, for your sister. One, two, three."
Lisa lay there for another second or so, then in one fluid movement, she turned over and stood on her knees with her legs spread wide. She thrust her hands into her privates. "Oh God, Gina. I'm so fucking turned on, I can't help myself." She pinched her teats and moved closer to the screen so Gina could get a better view. By now, Gina's hand had moved beneath her nightgown and had started roving around in her own crotch. She wished that Lisa were here now. The taste of Lisa's pussy floated through her mind and her mouth watered. Lisa's exhibition was going over the top. She was sucking on the fingers on one hand while the other was almost entirely inside her twat. As she came, Lisa, still on her knees, jumped up into the air a good foot or so.. As she landed, her legs came out in front of her and Gina saw her pussy open wide and then slowly close again. Gina brought her face up to the v-phone and pressed her lips to Lisa's crack and soon came herself.
When Lisa recovered, she continued the conversation as though nothing had happened. "So what about dad?"
Gina smoothed her nightgown back down and sighed. "I don't know."

Later that day, Kevin called her and spoke to her.
"Dad's been calling me all day! He's worried sick that you don't love him anymore."
"That's not it." Gina was beginning to weary of all the badgering. She knew that they would persist in pleading with her. It was part of their programming.
Kevin continued, "It's just not right Gina. You need to come to terms with this. Why don't you love dad anymore?"
"I do love him."
"You say so, yet you act like you don't. I don't understand."
"Look, just because I don't want to go to bed with him doesn't mean I don't love him." Kevin wore a confused look. "There *is* a difference," she continued.
"Is it Marion?
"No, it's not Marion."
"I know you don't like each other."
"You're right, but that's not it."
Kevin thought for a moment. "So although you love them, you won't *love* them... Is that it? I mean, do you object to starting a circle with them or having sex with them?"
"Both, really. But mostly having sex."
"Hmm... Well can't you join, and just let it go at that? I mean you can still do whatever you want. Do it for me, sis." He grinned his silliest grin. "Please."
Gina sighed. "All right. For you."

Gina relaxed on the sun deck pondering. Her relationship with her family, indeed with the whole world was going to be completely different. Anytime she wanted she could absolutely control anybody. What would she do with the rest of her life? Would she go back to her practice? She could probably cure people so quickly now, by commanding them, that she'd probably not be able to make a living at it. She found the thought amused her. You want to be helpful, but not too helpful.
Maybe another line of work. Politics... she could easily win any election she entered. And get what, power? She had already renounced the Rulership of the World. Well what do I like? Movies? Comedies?

She was deciding between movie critic and stand-up comedian when her mother came outside. "Honey, there's someone here to see you."
"Who?" She was wondering if the doctor had come for her.
"Esmerelda Montoya."
"Send her out here and leave us alone. That's an order."
"Yes mistress."

"Mees Gina, ees good to see you."
"And you, Esmerelda. What can I do for you?"
"Ees Dr. Warren. Since you leave, he no eat, he no get up, he just stay een bed all day long."
"And he sent you here?"
"No. He tell me if I go see you, he fire me. But I can see he weeshes you come back to heem."
"Stay normal, but answer all of my questions truthfully. Did he command you to come here?"
"No."
"Then why did you come?"
"He worry me. I think he ees dying."
"He *is* dying. He has brain tumors."
"No. He tell me about that. I mean he wasting away now." Gina felt sorry for him, but was also suspicious. This could all be a ploy by him to get her to come back. "Jesterday he ask me to bring heem a gun. I say no. He say 'whatever' and just shrug hees shoulders. I no can bear to see heem like thees. Please, you come see heem?"

Gina thought it over for a long time. Was this another mind game, perhaps her last test? Mrs. Montoya could still be acting under the doctor's commands. He knew a lot more about taping than she did.
But she knew she had to go back, sooner or later. She'd already decided that Ruler of the World was the only job that she was qualified for. Of course, he'd known it all along, that was why he'd let her go so easily. He knew that she'd have to return. She might have some surprises of her own, though.

Gina walked into his bedroom. He lay there like a vegetable, staring at the wall. When he saw her he managed a weak smile. She was having none of it. "So now you're the one at death's door and I'm the one who's helping. Tell me, would you really have let yourself die?"
Ben slowly nodded his head.
"And you did what, asked your housekeeper for a gun? Your *housekeeper?* What did you think, she'd pull out a loaded forty-five and hand it to you?"
He stared at her, motionless, except for a tear running down his face.
"You know, we're on the third floor. You could've crawled to the window maybe. Still, you got me back here. That was your whole plan, wasn't it?"
He closed his eyes and nodded.
"You set me up so I'd run away from this World Rulership of yours, and then reluctantly come back. That was the final test, wasn't it?"
"You passed. Flying colors," he whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Yeah, right. You're so fucking clever. You're so smart you've forgotten how to be with human beings without treating them like trained dogs. Well, here I am, here I'll stay. We'll get married, you'll give me a child and then, soon, you'll be dead and I'll be Sole Ruler. And maybe I'll follow your guidelines and then maybe I won't. Maybe I'll start by naming your kid as my heir." His eyes grew wide and he feebly shook his head. "Yes, I know all the stuff about hereditary rule being unstable, but hey, what the hell! I can do whatever I want."
Ben whispered, "Please..."
"So let's get you up and about." She went to the top of the stairs. "Esmerelda, bring up some soup for Ben. I'm going to nurse him back to health." She returned to the bed. "Now don't you fret, I'll take care of everything. I bet you're one of those who really love to be babied when they're sick, don't you?"
The doctor gulped.

Chapter 21
The Beginning

"Here with a Load of Bread beneath the Bough A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - And Wilderness is Paradise enow."

"Mr, (JP) Morgan buys his partners; I grow my own."

The limousine pulled into the long, looping driveway and stopped in front of the house. The driver stepped out and opened the rear passenger door. A man in a tuxedo got out and offered his hand to a younger woman wearing a wedding gown. The man tipped the driver, who returned to the car and drove off.
The couple went to the front door and the man opened it, then picked up his wife and carried her through the threshold. Still holding her in his arms, they kissed and nuzzled a moment, before setting her down. They walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. The man stepped back a bit and took her hands. They lovingly gazed into each other's eyes.
"Love you, Mrs. Warren."
"Mmmm, the feeling is most mutual." They hugged and kissed some more. Then the woman broke the kiss. "I'll be back in a second." She went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
The man called, "I've got some champagne downstairs." He left the room and went down the stairs.

Gina slowly removed the wedding gown, stripping naked while thinking of her new husband. After nursing him back to health, he was a changed man. He told her how sorry he was to have manipulated her like he did.
"Coming back here like you did was the next to the last test. You have only one more duty to perform," he told her.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Write a tape to remove my ability to command other people. This in effect makes you sole ruler of the world.." After Gina did this he showed her how to send it off to Community Centers around the Earth. "Within a week or so, that should take effect. Now I'm free. Now I can be myself again."
"What does that mean?" Gina asked.
"You'll see." The next day, he presented Gina with an envelope. "Hello, darling," he said kissing her on the cheek.
Gina was shocked at the kiss. Up until now, he had never done more than shake her hand. She opened the letter. It was an IQ test result, with Ben's name printed on the top. The score was a mere 140. Gina looked up at him. "I don't understand."
"I lowered my IQ back down to what it used to be."
"Why? Didn't you like being super-smart?"
"Oh, no, I liked it a lot. But it was no longer needed. The truth is, I did it for you."
"For me?"
"Mmm Hmm. You were right, I was too smart to be with other human beings. But consider it from my viewpoint. It would as if you were the only person in the world, surrounded by talking monkeys.. Oh, they're lovable enough, but you can't really treat them like equals. Perhaps if I'd been born with a hyper-IQ, the socializing process might've integrated better, but that's neither here nor there. Now I'm just me again. No longer a child psychologist, no longer a sinister world dictator with superhuman intelligence, but just me, Ben Warren, average guy."

He courted her and she soon fell back in love with him. Or perhaps, she'd never completely fallen out of love with him. In any event, he bought her presents, took her dining and dancing, wrote terrible poetry to her. Now they were married and ready to consummate the ceremony. She was amazed when he told her he wanted to hold off till after the wedding to go all the way. "I was raised pretty strict and was taught that sex was for procreation only. I guess some of that's still with me. Kind of ironic, don't you think?"
Gina hung the wedding gown on the door, pulled a transparent, silk nightie out of her bag and wriggled into it. She touched up her lipstick and applied some perfume onto her body.

When Ben went downstairs he didn't go straight to the kitchen. Instead his eyes glazed over and he entered the laboratory, unknowingly responding to programming he had inserted into his own mind before lowering his IQ. Turning on the computer, he took a floppy disk out of his pocket and inserted it into the disk drive. He pressed some keys, then placed the headset onto his own head. When the tape finished, he took a small hypodermic from his coat pocket and injected something in his arm. Then he destroyed both the floppy disk and the needle, grabbed an ice bucket with chilled champagne from the refrigerator and hurried upstairs.

When Gina came out of the bathroom. Ben was standing by the bed,

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BEGIN --- CUT HERE --- Cut Here --- cut here --- removing his shirt. "You're still dressed?" she asked. Ben looked at her, eyes wide as saucers, and stared, open jawed. She moved to him and finished unbuttoning his shirt.
"God, you're beautiful." He said as she pulled his shirt off. They kissed for a long, long time. He poured the champagne and they drank silently, gazing at each other.

Gina Robinson lay back on the blanket and spread her legs. She felt a familiar tongue spread her lips and tickle her clit. She looked around at the pastoral setting. the other picnickers, the kids playing by the lake. She recognized little Ben Jr. throwing bread to the ducks. Ben was six now, and nothing like his father. He was outgoing, and mixed well with the other kids. He got high marks in school and showed aptitude in sports.
Young Ben was her joy. After Ben Sr. had finally died Gina's mother sold her house and moved in with her. She helped him raise little Ben along with Kevin and Sally, who took him to Sunday School at their church. She wasn't particularly religious herself, but she was thinking of joining their congregation.

Next to her, Lisa's husbands were taking turns screwing Lisa, Hannah and Irene, chinese-fire-drill style. They each would pump on one pussy for a few minutes, then one of them would call out, "Swap!" and they'd all pull out and move to the next girl. The ladies were blindfolded so they couldn't see who was doing them, though Lisa knew her beaus well enough to tell, blindfolded or not. Every once in a while, one of them would come, yelling. All except for Hannah, who was making smothered screams from around her ball gag.

On her other side, Sally sat on the ground while Mindy ate her out. Mindy's pussy was being drilled deeper and deeper by Kevin. Sally urged Kevin on and trembled every once in a while as orgasm after orgasm surged through her. Eventually, Kevin pulled his dick out and spurted his seed over his mother's backside. Sally's hand went up and covered itself with cream, which the ladies shared between them.

Gina felt something on her face and opened her eyes. She saw her father's semi-erect cock dangling in front of her. She opened her mouth and he dropped it in. As she sucked, he gave his daughter praise for her skills.
"Oh, punkin. you suck daddy so well. Doesn't she suck well, Marion?"
Marion momentarily lifted her head from between Gina's legs. "She sure does." She kissed Gina's soft, tender inner thighs and hummed around her clit. Life's funny, Gina thought. For the first few years, after Ben died, she had dominated Marion, turning her into a total slave. Even without the commanding voice, she would jump at the young woman's orders.. That eventually grew monotonous, so she gave Marion back a bit of her old personality. Over time, the two of them grew to almost like each other. She did seem to make Frank happy, and if she ever did get out of line, Gina would fix that easily enough..
The cock in her mouth soon grew hard enough to rise up so that he could no longer keep it pointed down. "Are you ready, punkin?" he said.
"Yes, daddy," she said in a little girl voice, smiling at the slight twitch his cock gave. Frank and Marion switched positions. Gina's father slid his shaft far inside her lubricated hole while Marion lowered her puffy pussy down onto Gina's extended tongue. Today, she had commanded Marion to not feel any pleasure from sex, but to still go through the motions, faking her orgasms. As Marion play-acted another climax, Gina found herself ready to pop. Just then, her father pulled out, as he always did these days, and spurted come onto her belly. Marion bent down and began licking it up.
Just then, Ben Jr., came running up. "Mommy?" he asked, pulling her arm.
"Yes, baby?"
"Can I have some more bread for the ducks?"
"Sure thing. Marion, would you get another slice of bread for Ben?"
"OK. Here you go."
"Thank you!" He ran off.

Frank french kissed his daughter for a few minutes, while Marion sucked him back to full attention. Then he lay down and she bounced up and down on him. Gina got up and walked down to the lake. Ben was tearing small pieces off and tossing them into the lake. The ducks swarmed around as each bit landed. One smaller duck had trouble fighting its way to the morsels. Ben noticed this. He tried to toss one directly to the runt, but each time he was pushed out of the way by a larger fellow. Ben had only one treat left, now. Pursing his lips, he thought for a moment. Then he picked up a light colored leaf and wadded it up. Throwing it far over the heads of the ducks they all turned tail and chased the prize. The runt was left in the rear, but all the other ducks had their backs turned to it. Ben tossed his last bit of bread out and it landed directly in front of the little one, who quickly gobbled it up.
Gina picked her son up. "That was really sweet. You're a good kid, you know that?" She hugged him close. "I love you."
"I love you too, mommy." Ben Jr. said and kissed her. What Gina didn't know was the single word he added to himself: "Extraordinary."

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