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Subject: {ASSM} WOPI Chronicles 9 (MC, Fdom)
Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 12:10:03 -0500
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Title: WOPI Chronicles
Author: Homer Vargas
Part 9 Teresa Betrayed
Universe:
Summary: Teresa doesn't know what she's getting into.
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Point of View: Third Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 6/6/00
Last Edited 12/27/01

WOPI Chronicles 9 (MC, Fdom)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

Teresa worked her way down the corridor methodically
holding a mop in one hand and cleaning supplies in the
other.  Her hair was unwashed and pulled back in an
unattractive ponytail.  Scruffy clothes hid the
sculpted body of the NASO operative.  In fact she
looked much like a Central American peasant girl, as
indeed, her grandmother had been.

She had been employed by WOPI as a cleaning woman, but
getting this far had taken longer than she planned. 
Then had come the excruciating wait as her cleaning
contingent rotated to clean the large white building
where Teresa suspected the "important" prisoners --
and Knight would certainly be important -- were held. 
She dared not try to force the schedule lest she
arouse suspicion, but she realized that every day was
precious.  Suspension of his messages had occurred
oven nine weeks ago and that could mean he had been
uncovered.  Delay meant more time for Knight to be
subjected to the women's brainwashing.

At last today was her contingent's turn on the big
building.  Teresa entered each room in turn and
observed the unconscious man on the low bed-like
table.  She could just hear the mind-altering hum of
words being poured into each man's brain.  She had
seen them or others talking and laughing with young
women on the grounds of the "resort."  It was hard to
feel sorry for most of them.  Not that Teresa approved
of brainwashing, but 90% of the conversion would
actually do these retrogrades good.  The problem was
the last 10% that made them slaves to WOPI.  She hoped
that Knight was still getting the first 90%.  She
smiled to herself at the thought of seeing some of his
macho bluster taken out of him.  Cleaning each room
meticulously, she hurried to the next.

Of course it had to be the last one, the largest room
at the end of the corridor.  She recognized Knight as
soon as she cracked the door.  Time for action. 
Staying out of camera range, Teresa slapped a wad of
what appeared to be silly putty onto the main lead. 
The electronics inside the goo recorded a little over
a minute of non-activity and began sending the bogus
signal to the monitors in the control room in an
endless loop.

It was odd to approach Knight in this weakened,
vulnerable state.  He was always so strong with her;
one of the few men who could almost hold his own with
the hot-blooded agent.  As she looked down at the
apparently sleeping partner, she wondered what images
and words were being insinuated into his brain. 
Whatever it was involved sex; his erection showed
that.  Damn, he looked good!  Seeing the hard-bodied
male, Teresa realized that the delays in getting the
job and getting to this point had allowed time for her
libido to rise near boiling.  She needed a good fuck
and soon!  Well, there would be time for that in a few
hours, as soon as she got Knight out of this hellhole.

Carefully she removed the headphones and visor.  She
wondered if he had been drugged to make him more
receptive to the conditioning and perhaps could not be
awakened.  With relief she saw him start to stir. 
"It's me, Knight.  Wake up!  Let me get you out of
here," she whispered.

Gradually Knight opened his eyes and slowly
comprehension seemed to seep into them.  He smiled
when he saw who had wakened him.  "Teresa!  Am I glad
to see you.  God do you look good."

"Thanks, honey, but let's hurry before they discover
us.  I know a way out through the laundry."

Knight paused.  He seemed to think a moment.  "But
Teresa, I can't go; you don't know how horny I am, how
horny they keep me.  I need a quick one and bad.

"Don't worry, sport!  I'm horny enough myself to fuck
a fence post.  Let me get you out of here and I'll
screw your lights out!" she giggled.

"Sorry, Teresa, but I can t wait!  I need it so bad. 
Please," he said and reached for the beautiful agent,
kissing her deeply.

"Don't be foolish, Knight ..." His lips on her own
muffled her protest.  A hand on her ass settled the
matter.  A quickie would do them both good.  She
needed her wits about her for the escape.  She thought
more clearly when she wasn't seething with lust, she
rationalized.  Teresa shuddered with pleasure as
Knight slipped his had inside her blouse.  Thankfully
she was not wearing a bra and he had free rein with
her large and sensitive breasts.  Opening her blouse
enough, he began to kiss and suck on her nipples,
alternately teasing them with his tongue and drawing
all of the areola deep into his mouth, sending
glorious sensations to her brain.

There was no denying that Knight had learned what she
liked during their affair.  Even as she began to moan
from the delicate ministrations to her tits, she felt
the still more wonderful sensation of his hand under
her skirt, gently rubbing between her legs.  This was
turning into something much better than a quickie.

"Oh Teresa, you are so delicious, I've got to have
you!" Knight whispered as the hand that was still
fondling her breast went to aid its companion in
removing her panties and ruck her skirt up to give him
full access to her now gushing pussy.  He sat her on
the bed.

"Thanks, Knight, but don't bother warming me up; just
fuck me; I'm ready.

"I know you are darling," he said as his mouth on her
snatch confirmed his words.

"No, honey, just ...Augggg!"  Teresa moaned as he
began to lick and molest her labia with his tongue. 
"Hurry, darling, please!" she gasped as he managed to
begin toying with her clit even as his hands returned
to her breasts, doubling the assault on her senses. 
With excruciating patience Knight switched between
gentle lapping of her sex with maddening brief forays
to her engorged clitoris.  Teresa, moaned as she felt
orgasm approach and then recede as Knight varied his
attack on her pussy.

"Hurry up, you bastard," Teresa hissed with eyes and
teeth clinched shut.  "I can't take much more of this.
 She moaned again as she felt his soft hands cup her
breasts.

Soft?  

"On the contrary, dear, take your time.  You're doing
a wonderful job on her.  Carry on," a feminine voice
replied.  "Hold her right there on the edge while we
girls have a little chat."

Teresa opened her horrified eyes to see a large blond
woman smiling down at her massaging Teresa's breasts
magisterially.  "I'm sorry, Teri; she made me, I'm
sorry!  I'm sorry!" Knight almost sobbed before
renewing his exquisite attack on her pussy.  Teresa
tried to push the woman away, only to discover that
her arms were already fastened to the bed.

"Stop!" Teresa demanded.  "Let me go!"

"Not likely, you randy little bitch.  I'm just getting
started on you.  In a few minutes you'll be begging me
to let you come."

"Who are you?" Teresa asked defiantly even as David's
mouth on her sex made rational though almost
impossible.

"I'm Dr. Claire Hillary and I don't need to ask who
you are, Ms Carrillo.  You made a big mistake thinking
you could sneak in here and abscond with one of our
prize assets before we're through with him," she
smirked.  "As soon as I discovered David's
all-too-clever business with Alexandra and dealt with
HER, it wasn't hard to get him to tell me whom to
expect from NASO.  He gets very cooperative after I've
fucked him silly," she smirked.  "I must say you do
LOOK like a peasant, but I doubt than many Central
American indocumentadas travel with such a fine set of
vibrators in their belongings, sweetie.  No worry, you
won't be needing them ever again, where you're going."

"You'll regret killing me.  The murder of a NASO agent
has never gone without revenge." Teresa replied, fury
enabling her, barely, to put aside David's wonderful
attack on her pussy.

"Teresa, Teresa," Claire replied condescendingly. 
"I'm not going to harm a hair on your head, or even
one on your pretty little pussy.  Au contraire, my
dear.  I'm going to send you on a nice long vacation
where you can get fucked out of your mind as often as
wish.  In fact, we'll even provide some hormonal
assistance to that well-known libido of yours, just as
I did with the weakling slut, Alexandra.  You're going
to be one happy woman!"

"Never!" Teresa spat.

"See, with that attitude you wouldn't enjoy all the
good times I have planned for you.  But a few hours of
these," Claire nodded toward the earphones Teresa had
removed from Knight, "will produce the needed
improvement in your outlook."  The evil smile of total
victory was chilling.

"You think you can brainwash me so easily?" Teresa
sniffed, relying on her skills to resist the
conditioning.

"Indeed!  First because eroto-hypnotism works off of
your orgasm.  David tells me your are milti-orgasmic,
which is very convenient.  Each orgasm rips away a
little bit more of your inner self and allows our
'suggestions' to penetrate deeper in your mind.  We
can do with a hot little number like you in hours what
it would take days to do with most women or weeks to
do with a man.  Second, I don't have to make you into
a slave of WOPI, as I have David; we have quite enough
pretty women already and with David, we'll won't even
need anyone else inside of NASO.  All I need to do to
you is just cloak enough memory to get you to stay at
our island paradise.  The constant reinforcement in
that ravenous cunt you'll get there will do the rest,"
she chuckled.

"You'll never succeed!"

"Oh, but I will.  All it takes is that that orgasm you
need so badly.  Yield to me and I let you get off.  A
nice hard cum and a long nap of continuous wet dreams.
 How does the sound, dearie?"

"No!" Teresa replied summoning all her strength.

"Don't be that way, baby.  Just let go.  I know you
want it," Claire cooed, nodding to David to bring
Teresa closer as she also began to fondle the petite
brunette's nipples more vigorously.  "Poor Teri,
fighting me, fighting off the desire to come is so
tiring.  You can't keep it up forever, especially with
that wonderful orgasm so close now.  Relax and let it
happen, baby.  It'll feel soooo good and then you can
sleep.  Close those pretty eyes for me, honey.  It'll
all be over soon."

"No, no, no," Teresa moaned but she could feel her
body betraying her.  David's tongue in her pussy made
it so hard to think!

Claire could see Teresa start to tremble slightly as
she battled for control of her body.  "That's it,
baby.  You feel it.  So close now.  Just let go.  Come
for me, honey ....  Come!"

Suddenly everything happened at once.  David's lips
drew her clit between his lips and began to suck it
just as Claire's mouth captured one of her breasts. 
The dam of passion within her broke and Teresa
screamed in ecstasy as her first orgasm overwhelmed
her.  She hardly felt when one died away and the next
began.  After the fifth, she shuddered and fell
unconscious.

Quickly Claire withdrew a syringe and gave Teresa s
shot to keep her lightly sedated for several hour. 
Then she slipped the earphones onto the unresisting
woman.  Finally she slipped a vibrator keyed to the
instructions on the tape into Teresa's pussy.  With a
triumphant grin she pulled Teresa's panties back on
her.  "No reason to let the messy bitch cause extra
laundry bills," she gloated as she saw the unconscious
agent beginning squirm.

"And now for you," she smiled at David.  "You did a
good job for me , honey.  You summoned me just as I
told you and it was very clever the way you kept her
busy while I arrived.  Let's go to my quarters.  You
deserve a big reward."

David smiled back at this woman with the doe eyes of
total, helpless adoration.

To be continued:

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

Vargas111@yahoo.com

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

vargas111@yahoo.com


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