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Archive name: wopi9.txt (MC, Fm, Mf, Ff, preg)
Authors name: Homer Vargas (Vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : The WOPI Chronicle - Part 9/?
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The WOPI Chronicles (MC, Fm, Mf, Ff, preg)
by Homer Vargas
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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 six 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 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 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 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 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
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
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
"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 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
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
"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.
"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
have a little chat."
Teresa opened her horrified eyes to see a large
woman smiling down at her massaging Teresa's
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
"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
"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 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 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 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 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
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 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
David smiled back at this woman with the doe eyes of
total, helpless adoration.
To be continued:
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