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Subject: {ASSM} The WOPI Chronicle 3 (MC, Fdom)
Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 09:10:05 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: WOPI Chronicles
Part 3 The Duel
Universe:
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Summary: Alexandra, the sexy head of WOPI, takes
Knight to bed.
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may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 5/25/00
Last Edited 12/10/02

The WOPI Chronicle 3 (MC, Fdom)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahool.com

Teresa Carrillo sat at her desk at NASO headquarters,
electronically sifting through the entire set of
messages, trying to ensure she overlooked nothing of
importance.  When the message through an anonymous
remailer had arrived purporting to be from David
Knight the dark-eyed agent had been skeptical.  David
had disappeared -- presumably abducted by WOPI --
several days earlier.  She hardly expected to be
getting e-mail from him.  But after an exchange of
information only he could know, she had become
convinced that indeed David was somehow sending
messages from inside WOPI headquarters.  And he did
not sound like he was under any compulsion.  The
explanation was in one of the first substantive
messages.

TO: Teresa Carrillo<tcarillo@NASO.net
From: None<nowhere@blackout.com

Dear Teri,

You have asked me how it is I am able to send message
from the "lioness's den."  Well, the short answer is
the lioness turned out to be a "pussy" cat.<g>  She's
in her office right now, so I have plenty of time to
explain.

When I awoke after my abduction outside of Barrajas
(how embarrassing!) I found I had been taken to the
office of Alexandra Milan, head of WOPI.  That's when
she explained how WOPI is able to brainwash its
victims, the eroto-hypnotism technique I reported on
before.  Then she told me that it was her custom to
have one night alone with each "guest" (at least "the
virile good looking ones" <modest grin>) before his
conditioning began.  Consequently, she was inviting me
to her private quarters later that evening, "for
dinner," and by implication, a postprandial seduction.
 I naturally told her she was crazy if she expected me
to sleep with her.  She just smiled and said in that
case, she would be looking forward to the challenge.

The "cell" where I was taken, while not quite luxury,
was (and is) quite comfortable, having a bed (of
course), chairs, a desk, a continuously restocked
minibar, reading material, TV and bath.  My luggage
had been brought to the room and unpacked for me. 
They had found and removed the secret communications
gear.  Apparently making their prisoners feel
comfortable is part of WOPI's technique.  The view
from the window was pretty, but not distinctive enough
to identify the site.  In coming days I hope you give
you enough information about times of sunrise, sunset,
and weather to enable the tech boys to pinpoint the
location.  At the moment I can only suppose it is
somewhere in southern Spain, though Carmen and I (I'll
tell you about her later <g>) could have been loaded
onto an airplane and flown almost anywhere in the
almost twenty-four hours I was unconscious.

I had several hours to wait before dinner.  Of course
I checked the room thoroughly for means of escape,
but, equally of course, there was none.  I am on a
fourth of fifth floor with no ledge.  I suspect the
glass is pretty much unbreakable.  The ventilation
outlets are small, not the nice big ones that James
Bond and Indiana Jones always find.<g>  The one door
opens only from the outside, apparently with some sort
of card key.

Looking around at the books and magazines and checking
out the fare on TV, I realized that it was all
pornographic, most of it involving fem-dome themes.  I
guess they knew sooner or later, from boredom if
nothing else, their prisoner would begin to use the
material and that would soften him up for the
conditioning.  Just knowing that this is what these
women wanted me to read and watch before seeing
Alexandra again was worrying -- and disconcertingly
exciting.

About seven a pretty young woman brought a (perfectly
fitting) tux to my room.  "Ms Milan likes formality,"
she smirked.  I turned down her invitation to "help"
me shave, bathe, and dress for dinner.  At five of
eight the same young woman returned, eyed me
approvingly and escorted me to Alexandra's quarters. 
I followed her to an elevator that took us to a
circular room on a basement level.  There she led me
to one of several identical well-lighted underground
corridors to another elevator.  This took us to the
top floor of another building.

Opening a door with her key card, the young woman gave
me a final once over and left me in a small ante
chamber facing an elegant wood door.  Feeling both
slightly foolish at being dressed like I was going to
a high-school prom and uncomfortably horny ---
remember I told you how Alexandra was dressed during
our first meeting -- I rang the chime.

If Alexandra had looked good in her tight-fitting
power suit earlier, now she looked absolutely
scrumptious in an emerald green gown clung to every
one of her many curves.  A slit almost to her crotch
displayed acres of soft tanned flesh.  Her hair, piled
high on her head seemed blond now rather than silver. 
Her matching green heels made her almost as tall as I
and brought the roundness of her breasts within easy
reach.  She smiled as she watched me gape.  "Welcome,
again, Captain Knight."

Still staggered by her sensuous beauty I followed her
into the sitting room.  An Albinoni flute concerto
came for unseen speakers.  I was struck by the
normality, just what one might expect in the apartment
of a tasteful, successful business woman, not the lair
of a vamp.  I didn't know whether to be reassured by
that or not.  

Dinner was smoked fish and white wine which I only
picked at while we made small talk.  At last Alexandra
laughed at me.  "Don't worry, David.  I didn't put
anything in your food to make you fuck me.  I have no
reason to drug you; that would take all the fun out of
tonight.  My game is plain old-fashioned, femme
fatale, man-helplessly-succumbs-to-sexy-woman
seduction."

"I'm glad to be  providing you with an entertaining
evening," I told her sarcastically,"

"Oh, you have and will.  You are going to sink into
bed with me tonight and let me fuck you until your
brilliant mind is the consistency of warm hash.  I
intend to make you want sex so bad you can't control
yourself.  And for that I don't need anything but my
body.  It is my own big breasts, curvy hips, and
teasing eyes, not chemicals that will lure you into my
bed, David."

"Not yet!" I told her defiantly, trying to hide my
excitement.

"No?  I'd say it's working just as planned," she
smirked.  "I have been enjoying watching you struggle
unsuccessfully to avoid staring at my tits through
this see-through top.  I know what my big round
boobies do to young men.  My erect nipples make him
forget his good intentions and sap his will.  You are
right to struggle; look at them long enough and you
will wonder why you ever wanted to resist me."

I shifted my gaze away from her breasts and replied. 
"It's not working, Alexandra," wishing I believed what
I was saying.

"No?" she smirked.  "Are you really NOT thinking about
holding me in your arms, darling, cupping these
knockers in your hands, fondling and kissing them
until they are hard with arousal?  I think you are,
fighting the urge put your hands on my breasts to
tweak my nipples, to suck them until they stand up and
beg for more.  But you don't control your desires,
David; I do."

"No, no!" I protested, weaker than before.

"And no matter how often you wrest your eyes from my
inner thigh just inside the slit, an overpowering
magnetism draws them back.  You can't keep from
thinking about my pussy in there. You'd like to pull
up my dress and slip your hand up between my legs,
wouldn't you?  Am I wearing any panties?  Could you
feel up my soft furry pussy, slip your hand in my cunt
and start finger-fucking me?"

I was looking at her, not able to speak.

"You are putting up a admirable fight, David, but one
you are bound to loose to an experienced woman like
me.  On so many nights I have given pleasure to so
many men.  Wanting to be my playmate tonight is
nothing to be ashamed of.  You can't defeat lust, my
young friend.  I am getting you horny as a skunk and
soon you are going to have to get laid."

I shook my head, but continued to stare.

"Your every sense is under sexual siege.  Your
defenses are crumbling.  Soon you are going to tire
and go under.  The urge to give up and let me ravish
you is growing stronger by the second.  The effort to
hold out against me is exhausting you.  You want to
surrender to me."

"Is this ... this it?  The eroto-hypnotism you told me
about?" I managed to ask.

She got up and came over to my side of the table and
stood in front of me.  I couldn't move  "Oh, David, my
poor, oversexed David.  No, that come later  Right now
I've just got you aroused.  You want to be fucked. 
You were such an arrogant and silly young man this
afternoon to think you could stay out of bed with me
when I decided to have you.

"No," I almost whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back  "You are going to enjoy
your defeat so much, my sweet.  Don't fight me any
longer, darling.  You are too excited; you need to be
soothed, and tranquilized, and put to bed like a
naughty boy.  Never mind how I got you there.  Forget
who you are and who I am.  Forget everything except
that you are an aroused man and I'm a horny woman who
I intends to give you what you want, what you need so
badly!  With this! ... Take it!" she said and slowly
lifted her skirt.

Her silk-clad crotch was inches from my eyes.  I
fought the urge, but the rank warm smell of her
womanhood enveloped me like an erotic fog.  Her voice
was soft and far away.  "It's my pussy, darling. Go
ahead, she's going to be your new mistress.  Worship
her," she ordered.  "Don't just look and sniff.  Pull
down my panties, honey; you know what to do."

Unable to restrain myself longer, I took the elastic
of her silky panties and drew them down over her wide
hips.  As they dropped I was staggered by the aroma of
Alexandra's overwhelming sexiness!  I grasped her firm
round buttocks in my hands and drew her dripping
snatch to my mouth. 

"That's it my darling, put your head up in between my
legs.  Kiss my pussy.  See how aroused I am, too,
darling?  I can feel my cunt juice flowing.  Taste me!
 Lap it up.  Lick my clitty!  Get me off and there
will be even more for you to drink"  I lost myself
between her thighs, gulping down her delicious salty
twat.  I felt her come as her cunt flowed like a
fountain.

How long she had me continue -- minutes or hours -- I
don't know.  Loosing myself in her cunt was heaven! 
But eventually came the expulsion from paradise.  "I
think you've had enough pussy loving, darling.  Now I
have something even better for you," I heard her say
at last.  She stood me up and, smiling, nudged me,
tottering, toward the bed.  "That took the Mickey out
of you, didn't it Captain?  Nothing like eating pussy
to get a man in the mood getting laid.  Now you won't
give me any trouble.  You are ready to be bedded and
fucked.  You're nice and high on quim, aren't you?"

"God, yes, Alexandra." I responded, so horny I
couldn't think.

"I lied when I said I wouldn't drug you, honey" she
teased.  "I dosed you with the aphrodisiac no man can
resist; you're doped up for sex with my pussy juice. 
You'll have to let me take you to bed and screw you,
won't you?"

"Yes, Alexandra, anything.  I want your body.  I want
my prick in your pussy!  Take me, Alexandra!  Fuck
me!" I pleaded.  Dazed by lust, I was hardly aware
that she undressed me.  When I was naked, she led me
to bed and gently pressed me down on my back.

She gave my cock an admiring kiss before climbing on. 
"This is reason for our dinner date tonight, darling,
to get you prick in me.  Now let's bring this evening
to a beautiful finale.  You deserve a prize for eating
me so good," she said and climbed on.  In seconds she
was riding me to a mind-melting orgasm.

*****

Oops, Gotta go.  More next time.

Ciao,


David

Comments please to Homer Vargas
I would enjoy exchanging ideas about future directions
for this story.

Vargas111@yahoo.com



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