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Subject: {ASSM} Fixation Revisited
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Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 01:10:07 -0400
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Fixation Revisited
By bachcole

Foreword: The following is the immediate sequel to Fixation. Everyone
should read Fixation first so that they can know what the heck is
going on.

I began living with Rachel several weeks after her initial conquest of
me. This was her plan. She intended to have a stable of men working
for her, supporting her, and being fucked by her. I do not use the
term "making loving" when referring to Rachel's sexual athletics.
However, it did seem that love became a part of my attitude since I
eventually learned to worship and adore her. Another thing that caused
love to happen was... Well, its sort of a long story.

You must understand that Rachel's body is bathed in intensely feminine
and sexual hormones for hours and hours every day, while she is
fucking. In actual fact, she may have been bathed in hormones that
science doesn't even know about, considering the nature of her usual
day. As she gathered several more thralls into her stable, she would
fuck basically all day. Each of her men might be doing it for perhaps
3 hours every other day, much to their dismay/delight. But she would
do it for 9 or 10 hours every single day. After many months of this,
perhaps more than a year, she began to change. I first noticed it when
I was sucking on her glorious love globes, nipples to be exact. I
wasn't trying to exactly suckle or extract any liquid. I was merely
wallowing in the pleasure of it, but I got this taste in my mouth, and
it was very delightful. There wasn't much volume at first, but it
tasted good. In fact, it was a taste significantly better than my
favorite tastes, which are probably lemonade or Cookies and Cream Ice
Cream or Indian curry chicken. The taste was fabulous, addicting even.
Her breasts became objects of lust in their own right, well beyond the
usual male fixation on women's lovely breasts. We craved sucking her
wonderful love globes as much as any baby craved sucking his/her
mother's breasts, perhaps more. What we didn't know initially but were
able to figure out later was that Rachel's new discharge was some kind
of super-colostrum. It made us much stronger lovers and seemed to
significantly contribute to our health. Eventually, we were able to
dispense with the erection forming injections. We males were becoming
fuck champions in our own rights. I remember when I was 19 years old
and I could cum once and just keep on trucking for 20 minutes and then
cum again. This was the direction that we males were moving in. We
could keep it up for three hours and cum repeatedly. And we had none
of the pain sensation after cumming, just like a 19 year old. It took
several months after she started the super-colostrum discharge before
we could get to this point. Of course, psychologically, we were
already total slaves to her, so the pain side of the fucking sessions
was not necessary to keep us enthralled. Needless to say, we rejoiced
in this. We rejoiced by fucking her with intense gratitude and more
than the usual intense vigor.

This super-colostrum was merely the beginning, what we were able to
easily notice. Rachel was also becoming more attractive and beautiful.
Now, you might say, she was already a babe of the first order. We did
not notice this change because we were so close to her; in fact, we
were so close to her that we were often inside of her (sigh....). Then
one day we all went to the mall together. (Needless to say, this was a
rare event since we had more interesting things to do at home.) It
seemed like she had this force field around her. If men got too close
to her, they got boners, even if they had not looked at her. It was
very funny to see men in the mall sitting down suddenly or crossing
their legs suddenly or pulling their shirts out suddenly. We saw old
men look down at their crotches and wonder what the heck was going on.
This force field extended out to about 10 feet. If a man got in that
region, he would erect. Rachel's thralls generally would not do this
since we got to be inside of her gloriousness for several hours
several times a week.

Some skeptical types might say that it was pheromones, but we tested
for this. Even when there was a stiff (excuse the pun) breeze, guys up
wind would still salute when they got within 10 feet of her.

And if a man looked at her, and gazed upon her, oh, wow, that would be
trouble. They would not merely glance at her; they would get into
trouble with their own wives. They would follow her, literally with
their mouths open. Eventually, she decided to pretend to be a Muslim
woman when in public and dress in a way that completely covered her
goddess like beauty. It was actually very funny. She looked like a
Muslim woman when we went to the mall, but she was very much in charge
and had 6 husbands, all of whom worshipped the ground that she walked
on.

It was about the time that she started discharging the super-colostrum
that she stopped dripping after one of us men came inside of her. It
took some while for us to notice this, but we became very curious
about it. We surmise that she began to absorb our cum and her body
used it to increase her goddess powers and her health. I never once
saw her get sick or even out of sorts in any way, shape, or form,
whatsoever. Every time a man came in her, it supplied her with
nutrients and energy to be healthier and sexier. She was like a white
hole, becoming stronger and stronger with each fuck. If she wasn't so
fucking (excuse the pun) wonderful and adorable, she would be
dangerous. This probably accounts in part for why she was able to
supply us men with so much energy with her super-colostrum.

Before she conquered me, she had studied Tantra and Taoist sexual
techniques and ideas. But she had put her own spin on things and was
able to not have to work for a living. She basically experienced
goddesshood all day long for a living. She was in bliss for a living.
And we, her thralls, were completely happy with the situation. We did
all of the housework. We earned all of the money. She was like a queen
bee. But instead of making babies, she pleasured her sex-slaves (and
herself) all day long.

She allowed me to watch one of her conquests through a see-through
mirror once. It was basically just like mine. The guy was just like
any other guy who underestimates women. He moaned and he screamed and
he moaned and he screamed, etc. etc. for 3 hours. He hated her and
adored her and cursed her and praised her. She used him like a concert
violinist uses a violin. He came repeatedly. And by the end of the
session, he was so wasted that he could hardly remember his own name.
She had to order a cab for him and put him into it while he muttered,
just like some kind of drunk. I would have been jacking-off while
watching from behind the mirror if Rachel had allowed it. But she
considered jacking-off by one of her conquests to be a major sin. And
by this time, there was no way that I would go against her will. After
the poor slob left, I did go to Rachel and begged her to let me fuck
her. I got down on the floor and kissed her feet and begged her like
the slave that I was. She was, of course, well aware that my watching
would put me into such a horny and enthusiastic state. She still tied
me down and proceeded to fuck my brains out. This was before the
super-colostrum discharge, so I went through the usual agony and
ecstasy.

Once, she was having legal problems with some really bad guy, some guy
worthy of justice with extreme prejudice. Well, guess what! She
seduced him, tied him up, and every three hours gave him a new
injection, and fucked him unto death, after about 10 hours. I got to
watch. I wanted her to do that to me, but she told me that she needed
me and (glory halleluiah) that she loved me. For her, there was not
prosecution. The guy died of a heart attack. She didn't mention to the
police that she had fucked him to death.

Another time was very interesting. She knew that she would soon need
accommodations for 7 people (herself and 6 thralls), so she needed a
larger home. She and I went around to real estate agents looking for a
rental. I couldn't figure out why she would want a rental, but I was
way past questioning her brilliance and wisdom. But we would have to
pay for a rental every month. Rentals are piss poor investments. But
she was looking for a rental. What I didn't notice is that she was
checking out the owners also. She kept telling the realtor that she
wanted to meet the owner, and since the realtor was a man, he
basically did what she asked of him. She kept meeting the owners, even
though often the owner had no interest in being met. Finally, she
found a house that she liked and an owner that she liked. We paid for
the first and last month and the security deposit for a very large
house. Little did I know that all of that would be refunded in short
order. Rachel then moved us in, I think there were about 3 of us then.
She then invited the owner over; it was not hard to get him to come
over. Then she "seduced" him and enthralled him. He then gave her the
house and joined the stable. Life is easy for Rachel. Complicated and
expensive business arrangements were easy for Rachel. She cuts right
through the red tape and solves all problems with her extraordinary
powers. The owner, named Joseph, became our 4th.

Rachel was changing. Her powers became greater. She learned to control
the force field around her. If she wanted a man, she would simply look
at the lucky fellow and manipulate the force field to cause the man to
get a boner and become horny. This made it a little easier to go to
the mall, and we often had fun watching her use this power. She once
pointed out a Catholic priest walking towards her. She extended the
invisible field, he got horny without knowing why, and got a boner
right there in the mall. We laughed our heads off. When she wanted to
buy something but did not want to pay full price, she would use the
field upon an unsuspecting male clerk. She usually got the item for
free.

Let me describe a session with her after she started discharging the
super-colostrum, just for your enjoyment and edification. Perhaps I
would be doing dishes in the kitchen. She might walk into the kitchen
wearing a slip. Her breasts were so fucking glorious that she could
have seduced a rock if she wanted to, a dead man if she wanted to. You
could see her nipples standing out. And for us thralls, this was way
more of a thrill than for most men. Her super-colostrum was doubly
wonderful. We knew by this time that it not only tasted unbelievably
good but was also unbelievably good for us. Usually, very good tasting
things ain't so good for you, and things that were good for you don't
taste so great. But here were a pair of bulging instruments of
compassion and passion that were more than just visual stimuli. They
contained liquid bliss and super-health. And she would stand there
looking at me. Her waist was almost a World Record. Her hips flared
and beckoned. Her legs went on forever. I could see her trimmed
love-patch between her legs. I was already ready. But, just to
practice her powers or because she liked for her lovers to be
extremely enthusiastic or perhaps because it added to the enslavement,
she would extend her field to me and I would fall on my knees and
praise her and beg her to allow me to be made love to by her. I would
kiss her feet and she would chuckle. I begged her to allow me to
pleasure her and fuck her FOREVER. FOREVER was not long enough for me
to show her my adoration for her. She would lift me up and walk me to
our love-making "bed". By this time, tying us down was no longer
necessary. I did exactly whatever she asked of me. If she wanted me to
be on top and to pound her pelvis, I did. If she wanted me to lay
passively while she fucked me, I did it. Whatever she wanted!!!!
Anyway, this one session, she wanted me to start out on top. She lay
down and opened her arms and legs. I climbed up on the bed and just
worshipped/adored her. I licked her clit. I sucked her nipples and
engorged myself with her super-colostrum. We always seemed to get
enough; there was never a time when she ran out of her
super-colostrum. I then inserted my cock inside of her glorious pussy.
I slowly crammed it all of the way in. She started singing this
wonderful sound.

That's another thing I forget to mention. She developed this
"singing", you know, like screaming and/or moaning, while she was
fucking, that was unbelievably beautiful and entrancing. My hearing
her fuck one of the other thralls would cause an immediate boner if I
were in the house. We eventually had to make the fuck room sound
proof.

Anyway, I would start to stroke and stroke. I went into transcendental
states of extreme bliss. I stroked and stroked. My cock would go to
the hilt, and then I would withdraw it. In and Out. What happiness!!
The funny thing is that as we males became stronger, we would
ejaculate less. We would reach orgasm without ejaculating and stay in
orgasm for sometimes as much as 2 hours. God!!! I loved being inside
of her. I loved making her feel good. I loved her way beyond a normal
man loving a normal woman. I would sometime forget my own bliss and be
aware only that I was pleasuring my goddess. Her singing and writhing
would sometimes become everything for me. Don't think that this was
some kind of sacrifice. Pleasuring her was extremely rewarding. There
was never enough time to complete her enough. There was not enough
time in eternity to fuck her enough. She was a bottomless pit, a white
hole for my adoration, caring, gratitude, and fuck energy. I wanted to
flow into her and give myself to her. But, funny thing, the more I did
give myself to her and flow into her, the more me there was to give to
her and flow into her. And the more that I gave myself to her, the
more grateful that I was to her and the more that I wanted to give
myself to her in gratitude. It was a circle of increasing bliss,
ecstasy, love, and gratitude, until eventually words would fail me.
But the circle of love, lust, gratitude, satisfaction, ecstasy would
simply increase until it reached proportions well beyond the normal
range of experience.

I keep referring to Rachel in the past tense, but rest assured, this
is only a literary device. Rachel is very much with us, and the funny
thing is, it seems that she will always be with us. All of us, Rachel
and her thralls, seem to either not be aging or to be getting younger,
depending upon our age. We all seem to be either holding at about 24
years of physical age, or moving in that direction. The hours of
bathing in super-hormones, her constant infusion with vital and
nutritious cum, the males constant sucking on her glorious love
globes, and the males constantly getting wet from her love juices all
contribute to our becoming and staying young. The older men get all of
their hair back and get their hair color back. Vague aches and pains
disappear. Body fat disappears. Muscles grow. Eyesight is restored.
Wrinkles disappear.

Rachel is also very strict about our eating healthily and getting good
exercise. Since we have 6 wage earners, and since Rachel probably
wouldn't have to pay anyway if she so chose, we can afford the latest
and best health nutrients and practices. Rachel really doesn't need
any extra exercise since she does hard manual labor all day long every
day, and she never seems to tire of her extreme exertions. But the
males need exercise, and she sees to it that we get it. We bought the
house that we presently live in just so that it had some hills, and we
are required to sprint up and down the hills at least once per day,
plus doing some upper body weights in our spacious basement.

Rachel just keeps getting better. We can't prove it, but we suspect
that she is incorporating the good or advantageous DNA of everyone who
cums inside of her. I guess that this is why she also is not keen on
men cumming outside of her pussy. Every time someone cums inside of
her, she gets a huge boost energetically, genetically, and
nutritionally. I have extremely strong calves for my size. After she
started absorbing my cum, she developed slightly stronger calves. For
this reason, she seduces without enthralling (not easy to do) one
strange male every now and then. It is tricky since they invariably
fall in love/lust with her. But she hides her identity and address
from her victims/beneficiaries; she always travels to a distant city
to do this, escorted by at least several of her family/thralls. The
seduction part is as easy as falling off of a log. Getting away is the
hard part. She goes for great athletes, college professors, anyone who
has unusually great abilities.

Afterword: If you are a sexual addict, there is hope. You don't have
to go to shrinks and feel like there is something wrong with you. You
don't have to have multiple partners every day and feel like shit. You
don't have to be disloyal to your partner and feel like a heel. Try
tantra. Look for tantra on the Internet. You can ennoble your
proclivities, be loyal to your partner, and have more sexual fun than
a person deserves.

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