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Subject: {ASSM} WOPI Chronicles 11 (MC, Fdom, preg)
Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 10:10:02 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: WOPI Chronicles Part 11 Escape
Keywords: MC, Fdom, preg
Summary: Happily pregnant ever after.
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First Posted 6/20/00
Last Edited 12/11/02

WOPI Chronicles 11 (MC, Fdom, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com


"I'll kill the blond bitch!"  Alexandra's eyed blazed
with anger, although to a casual observer, the
conversation between small, dark young woman and the
larger, bottle-blond older one looked like nothing
more than a tete-a-tete over drinks by the pool of the
resort's main hotel.  If they giggled occasionally,
well, they were probably just comparing bedmates from
the night before.

"I know how you feel, Alexi, but as an officer of the
law, it's my duty to advise you against it," Teresa
grinned.

"But Claire's ruined my career, taken over my
organization, stolen my man!"  Alexandra caught her
self.  "I mean ..."

"Don't worry, Alexandra.  Everything between David and
me is over.  I have my own personal grudges to settle
with Dr. Claire Hillary, however.  I don't appreciate
her trying to turn me into an oversexed bimbo any more
than you do.  But right now the most important thing
for us is to stop her from using WOPI in the ways you
never dreamed."

"You're right, of course."  Alexander shuddered to
remember some of the things Teresa had told her.  How
sexually enslaved women were used as payment to grease
the wheels of international terrorism and the even
more terrifying attempt to plant a dominatrix-mistress
in the bed of one of the holders of a key to the
decaying Ukraine atomic arsenal.  "We just have to
find Claire's agents here and deal with them.  The
regular employees will do what I say."

"Well, we have one big advantage there," Teresa
grinned."

"What's that?"

"They are only men."

Both women giggled.

*****

Over the next several days, a number of important men
on the island - the supervisor of the telephone
office, the head of the port, the air traffic
controller, the Chief of Police -- received unexpected
and quite pleasant visits from a sexy little brown
woman they had never seen before.  When the visit
ended, generally late on the following day, each was
very tired and knew he had a lot of explaining to do
to Ms Milan.  Fortunately, Alexandra had a very
convincing manner of letting her wayward employees
know she understood and had forgiven them.

The weekly shuttle between WOPI headquarters and the
island presented more of a problem.  There was no way
to know exactly who would be aboard and what loyalties
they had.  Alexandra grinned and suggested they take
no chances.  When the plane landed and taxied to the
tiny air terminal, passengers and crew were annoyed
that some bureaucratic snafu prevented them from
disembarking immediately.  Fortunately the terminal
could provide the aircraft with an umbilical hookup to
keep the temperature bearable and the air fresh. 
Pretty soon the grousing stopped as a measured amount
of N2O fed into the air line had everyone in a festive
mood.

Although it wasn't all that hot in the plane, most of
the women soon felt more comfortable stripping down to
just their panties and heels and not even the Captain
objected that all the air hostesses followed the
custom of the moment.  It would have been rather
hypocritical of him to have done so.  He had his hands
on the hips of the forty-ish purser who sitting in his
lap, his mouth licking her oversize breasts and his
prick buried deep in her pussy.

Although the number of male passengers outnumbered the
women, no one made a fuss since the women were all
willing to entertain one man with a blowjob while
riding another.  The only difficulty arose when all
the men had been fucked as many times as they were
capable of and had fallen to snoring.  This left the
women, especially a few of the older ones who were
just getting started, rather frustrated.  But they,
too, were getting pretty sleepy by then.  When the
main door was finally opened, only one woman was not
happily snoozing with her face between the thighs of a
pretty partner who was returning the favor.  The
exception was the purser who had never made it out of
the pilot's cabin, having fallen asleep in the saddle,
his cock still limply filling her.

*****

The coordinated takeover of WOPI headquarters went as
smoothly as the changing of the guard at Buckingham
Palace.  Alexandra was back from "vacation" to give
instructions to the loyal employees and there were
plenty of NASO operatives to take care of the rather
few rogues in Claire's operation.  The only real
problem was what to do with the culprits without
calling attention to NASO.

Rutherford didn't like the idea, but Teresa's logic
was unassailable; Women of Power, International as an
organization, with Alexandra as it's head had to
continue.  Teresa assured him that Alexandra, having
been a victim of eroto-hypnotism herself would never
dabble in mind control again.  The captives who had
merely had their attitudes toward women changed were
sent home to very pleased wives and girlfriends, as
earlier captives had been, with no memory of their
abduction.  A few had to be de-programmed to remove
their devotion to WOPI as an organization.  The women
slaves were found and rehabilitated.  David was sent
to a facility to undo his enslavement to Claire.

Most of the WOPI dommes were relatively innocent, as
Alexandra had been, and were rather frightened to
learn that their organization had been partly taken
over and used as it had been.  Deep conditioning to
try to remove their ability to manipulate minds was
considered, but rejected as impractical.  As someone
pointed out, you can never forget how to ride a
bicycle.  Most were more than happy not to be facing
criminal charges and to accept help finding work as
psychologists, marriage counselors, and the like.

That left Claire and the hard core of her supporters. 
Everyone agreed that they should be put away where
they could never cause trouble again.  The trouble was
where?  They could not be indicted and tried without
compromising secrecy.  As usual Teresa came up with an
idea that Rutherford totally opposed.  To persuade him
she required a very long session in his office with
the door closed.  He had been right about his
inability to resist her if she put her mind to it.

*****

Six weeks later:

"What do you mean you "got me" a full disability
pension, Teresa.  I don't WANT a pension.  I'm a damn
good NASO operative."  David was not happy as he sat
on the bed of in his room of the secret NASO
psychological clinic.

Teresa patted his hand reassuringly.  "I think so,
too, David, but the psych boys say a vulnerability to
female domination like yours can never be totally
overcome.  But look at it this way.  You're a
brilliant thirty-five with a lifetime annual income in
the six figures.  You can do anything you want: write,
teach, start your own security consulting firm."

"Just as long as it can be done from home," declared a
feminine voice from the door.

"Alexandra!"  David looked up in surprise.  "What are
you talking about?"  Teresa smiled and said nothing.

"I've gotten the tests back.  Seems Claire's plan to
get me pregnant on the island was unsuccessful,"
Alexandra grinned and sat down on the bed by David.

Now it was Teresa's turn to laugh.  "Yeah, and I guess
that's a beach ball you're hiding under your dress?"

Alexandra just beamed.  "No.  Claire's switching my
pills for placebos was quite effective in getting me
knocked up alright.  It just happened BEFORE I went to
the island.  Guess who the father is?"  Her voice grew
softer and she took David's hand and looked deeply
into his eyes.

Alexandra was beaming at David and Teresa turned to
gape as well.  The shocked man could only sputter. 
"But ... but I couldn't ... I didn't ...I ..."

"You could and you did, sweetheart," Alexandra
chuckled, placing her lover's hand on her protruding
tummy.  "The way I had you doing me before Claire took
you away, you could have me pregnant with triplets --
instead of just twins!"  David just looked at her
speechless  "I would have told you sooner, but you
were not allowed to have visitors.  So, would you like
to come live with this big old girl you 'got in
trouble?'"  She kissed him deeply before he could
answer.

David looked at her and paused.  A rush of images and
emotions flooded over him as she smiled expectantly. 
"Yes, but on my terms," he replied seriously.

Alexandra' face fell, but she persisted.  "Anything,
darling.  I'll even give up WOPI if you ask me to."

"No, I want you to continue with WOPI.  I'm proud of
the way you've re-oriented the organization.  I don't
want to interfere with your professional life -- too
much" he grinned.

"Then what?" Alexandra asked from curiosity and a
little apprehension.  Had she misjudged him?  Maybe
all the conditioning and de-conditioning had changed
him.  Or he bore her a grudge for what he had been
through.  She could hardly blame him.

"You have to marry me and promise to keep giving me
babies to take care of until you can't have any more!"

Alexandra's shriek of joy almost hurt Teresa's ears. 
When she slipped out of the room, Alexandra was still
sobbing for joy in David's arms.

*****

Six months later:

It was mid-morning and Claire was waking up from a
nap.  The soft <flop> <flop> <flop> of the slowly
turning ceiling fan kept the warm tropical air moving
comfortably.  As most days, Claire woke with the
determination to get off this infernal island with her
trusted lieutenants and resume her plans of world
domination.  As with most days, however, she and her
cohorts had to attend to more urgent maters first.

"Ricardo, Roberto, Rodrigo, whatever your name is, ven
aca!

"Señora?" the slim brown boy smiled when he entered,
having learned long ago to discount Claire's rants.

"Where have you been?" she complained, then softened,
mollified by the large erection she could see in his
thin shorts.  "You haven't milked me since daybreak;
you know I don't like to go without that long.  Get up
here with me and get to work on these titties!"

"Si, Señora," the boy cheerfully replied dropping his
shorts.  A bit awkwardly he clambered onto the bed and
fastened his lips on her engorged breast.  His tongue
hardly touched the rock-hard nipple when the warm,
sweet liquid began to spurt into his mouth.  As
always, it was hard to keep up for the first minute or
two.  He remembered the stupid drinking games he and
his friends used to play.  If they could only see him
now!

He became aware that his other hand, the one holding
the breast that he was not suckling, was getting slick
with milk that was oozing out in envy of its more
fortunate sister.  The flow from the first breast was
slackening and Claire was moaning with relief.  He
shifted to take the other breast to his mouth.  Claire
let out another contented moan as the second bloated
mammary began to gush its life-giving nectar.

He suckled for several minutes more, but knew he had
to be cautious.  Nursing the rich milk from the soft
breasts of this sexy woman always made him drowsy,
especially given the hard night of fucking she always
insisted on.  Claire wouldn't like it if he went to
sleep before finishing the job.

He felt her tug on his shoulders.  Reluctantly he
pulled his lips from her breast.  Both nipples were
still giving occasional spurts and the sheets were
going to be a sticky mess, but there was no help for
it.  "Lista, Sra. Clara?"

"Oh, God am I ready!" she gasped.  "Your mouth working
my tits always makes me so horny.  Hurry up, baby,
screw me!"

The boy smiled.  Nursing her tits, eating her pussy,
bathing her -- everything he did made her horny, he
thought as he started to push apart Claire's chubby
legs for better access to her treasure.  Usually she
had him eat her to several climaxes first, but
apparently today she was too hot for more
preliminaries.  He knee-walked closer, trying to aim
his cock at the entrance to her vagina.  A yellowish
wet spot on the sheet proclaimed her excitement as did
her ripe aroma.

God, he loved this job!

His first thrust missed.  He hadn't been able to get
into proper position; her legs weren't spread far
enough apart.

"No, no!  Not like that," Claire complained.  "Shit! 
I guess I'm getting too big for the front door.  Help
turn me over," she ordered, pulling up her knees and
rolling.  The boy grasped her ample buttocks to
stabilize the woman once she got into the classic
doggie-fuck position.  Risking her ire at the delay,
he paused monetarily to marvel at this vision of
feminine perfection: the moist pink pussy held open
and inviting, her ample white ass pointing skyward,
the twin breasts hanging down like ripe melons, still
leaking milk, and the upside-down mountain of a tummy
stretched tight with his baby.  His second thrust
found the mark perfectly.  He felt her pussy clench
around him and come almost instantly as his thick
brown cock plumbed the depths of the panting woman's
hot, wet box.

God, he loved this job!

*****
One year later:

Carmen had made the transition to life outside WOPI
more successfully than most.  Her consulting business,
much of it international, had really taken off. 
Tonight she was off to New Delhi for several months. 
She couldn't be sure of getting regular sex for who
knows how long; she had become very picky since she
married.  Better go off with herself and her husband
as well satisfied as possible.

"Mi amor, ven aca, I need you," she called out.

She had removed and folded her blouse and was
unhooking her bra when the young man came in with
their three-month old daughter asleep on his shoulder.
 His eyes grew wide with concern.  "Oh, no, Carmen! 
You're not going on another trip so soon, are you?!" 
A strange look of sadness and excitement came over
him.

"It's business, Ralph.  Besides, sweetie, you knew
when I married you, it wasn't JUST for your child care
skills.  You know what I need!" Carmen almost growled
with lust.

"Honey. . . er  . . , Carmen darling, do you want us
...  You want me to ... make love to you RIGHT NOW?

"Oh, Ralph," she cooed as she slinked closer.  "How
sweet of you to think of making love to me, under the
circumstances.  Of course not."

A mixture of relief and disappointment flickered
across Ralph's face.  Now he was really confused as
Carmen continued approaching him with the same fire in
her eye.  Her hands were on the zipper of her skirt
and her magnificent tits were undulating marvelously.

"Right now just put Teresita down in her crib, bend me
over this armchair, and fuck the daylights out of me!"
Carmen hissed as she dropped her skirt.  "You can make
love to me later."

Later the happy couple were lying in each other's arms
though with Carmen's departure time in mind.  Carmen
nibbled Ralph's ear and giggled.  "Well, at least THAT
should take care of having to bring you a souvenir
from India."

"Huh?" Ralph asked groggy from just having brought his
wife to several howling climaxes before leaving her
pussy sloshing with his semen.  "What do you mean,
'souvenir from India?'"

"It's sort of like making you buy a gift for
yourself," she continued teasing and massaging her
softening cock.  "I hope you don't think I'm stingy."

Ralph looked at her quizzically.  "I don't get it"

"No you don't, at least not yet; but I did."  She
laughed mysteriously then took compassion on her
sweet, loyal husband .  "Can't you figure it out,
darling?  I postponed this trip until I was sure I was
fertile again.  When you and Teresita and you see me
next in a few months, stud, I'll be showing."

*****
Two years later, NASO Headquarters: 

"I know it's hardly a secret," Rutherford announced
jovially to the assembled employees in the large NASO
auditorium.  "I never have been good at keeping
secrets," he paused and looked around to make sure
everyone laughed at his little joke and continued. 
"But today I'd like to announce my retirement from
NASO.  After twenty-five years with the agency, I have
decided I want to spend more time with my family and
to let Ethyl resume her career."  He pulled the
smiling woman at his side closer to him and gave her a
kiss that was far more than perfunctory.  An
unscripted titter ran through the audience.

The toddler at her side, the infant sleeping in a
stroller nearby and Ethyl's well-filled maternity
dress showed just how Rutherford had already been
spending time with his family recently.  In fact,
Teresa had been pretty much running the agency for the
last two years as Rutherford's infatuation with first
one, then two, and now three of Ethyl's "second crop"
pregnancies distracted him from interest in day-to-day
matters at the office.  Everyone knew that Teresa
would be named as his successor.

*****

Two years and a few months later:

Charlie looked up at his beautiful wife, his cock
slowly softening.  "Wow!  I've never been fucked by
the head of an intelligence agency before, he teased..
 I think I like it."

"You'd better, mi amor.  I intend to keep you very
busy at it.  At that, and other duties," Teresa added
with a smirk.

"What other duties?" Charlie asked, not able to think
of anything he wouldn't be happy to do for this
bright, sexy, and almost insatiable woman.

Teresa took a hand from behind her back and held up a
small card with a large blue "plus" sign on it.  "I'm
planning to have about ten more of these, stud, and
you're going to take care of 'em."

The End

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

Vargas111@yahoo.com



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