Tom awoke the next morning still basking in the bliss of the unforgettable day he just had, still in disbelief that he had done it with a famous celebrity. That he was told to do so in an obvious arrangement was all but forgotten, though this would raise its ugly head soon enough. A sudden message coming in on his phone brought him down from the clouds, though on reading it, it brought him up on a different cloud – it was Samantha. A short while later, he stood outside her door and pushed the doorbell, surprised that he was still getting butterflies in his stomach despite their familiarity. The door opened and he discovered the reason behind his nervousness – she was looking as radiant as ever; and he realised all over again, that she was his Angel above all others. While A’s celebrity status and near perfect beauty was hard to beat, Samantha’s beauty somehow felt more down-to-earth, more attainable, and attain her Tom had, though deep in his heart he wished she was his and his alone. Little did he know how close to the truth he was.
Samantha saw him staring and was tickled by his shyness; she loved his innocent shyness, and unlike most other guys, he was honest and really respected her and her beauty. Yes they were using each other to fulfil their desires but he felt different, special even, and not to mention he somehow had something in him that made her keep wanting him more and more. She put a hand on the doorframe and leant to one side sexily, making sure to accentuate the full extent of her painstakingly maintained perfect figure to him, making his mouth unconsciously gape open which excited her further. Without a word, she turned and sashayed her way to her bedroom, the message clear. He bounded after her like an excited puppy, shutting the door behind him and entering a world where only he and she existed.
A while later, Tom was sitting on the living room sofa, having being told to wait while she got ready. He was still panting slightly from the relatively short session, with her teasing having an adverse effect on his lasting power, plus the fact that she missed him so badly her intensity was higher than normal. The creak of the door opening made him turn his head, and his jaw fell to the floor. She was dressed in a bright red toga dress, which was tightly fitted on top, flaunting a shapely shoulder and her sizable boobs, but was long and frilly at the bottom, though a slit which ran up to just above her knee showed off her long toned legs. She giggled when she saw him gape and sauntered over to plant a kiss on his forehead.
“Come Darling (Darling? That’s new, he thought)” you’re woefully underdressed!” she said cheerily.
Not knowing what to say, Tom obediently followed as she took his hand and they left the house for the carpark.
Tom found himself in an upscale boutique (way more than he could ever afford) being measured up for a suit to match her exquisite dress. His initial protests were met with a glare which scared him slightly (he never knew she had it in her), though the glare had a tinge of softness behind it. He did agree though, that he needed to be worthy of standing next to her, and while he did not have much aspirations for the material, the expensive suit certainly matched her stunning dress.
More wonders awaited him as she then whisked him away to an extremely fine looking restaurant (which explained the formal wear). The food arrived and they tucked in to one of the most delicious meals he had ever had (and also the most expensive), but he learnt fast (to her delight) and did not make any further protests, just being with her and making her happy was more than enough for him. As they ate and chatted away like long lost friends, he felt an emotion that was relatively new to him. He was falling in love with Samantha, and unbeknownst to him, she was also falling for him.
Her self-control managed to last till dessert, and to his surprise (he almost jumped straight up), he felt a silky foot rubbing against his legs – quite a feat considering her long dress, but the high slit certainly helped. She had just gotten up to his inner thighs when a figure she did not expect appeared by their tableside. Her foot dropped and her smiling face turned into the darkest of scowls, the sudden change in demeanour terrified Tom greatly.
“Alex! What are you doing here! Get lost!” she snapped, though as Tom had predicted, even her angry voice sounded angelic to him.
Alex merely grinned at her, “The last I checked, you or your family don’t own this restaurant” ,he said coolly. “Besides, I’m a paying customer, no?”
“Well you’re not welcome near me anyway! Leave me alone, we were done ages ago” she said, exasperation creeping into her voice, but to her annoyance, his smile just got wider.
“We’ll see about that, my pet” he said, turning to leave, but not before adding “Enjoy your dinner with your little boy, you won’t need him soon”. He walked off with a theatrical laugh which only made her angrier, plus the fact that he called her “my pet”, which was his pet name for her when they were together.
Tom had never felt so insignificant in his life before, but he knew his place and just kept silent throughout. He looked over to Samantha who was still seething from the ugly exchange. Taking his chances, he reached out across the table to grasp her hand before it could tear a hole in the tablecloth. To his relief, his touch softened her immediately as she grasped his hand tightly but warmly.
“Let’s go, darling.” She said, waving to a passing waiter for the bill.
“Who was that?” he asked a while later.
“Ex-Boyfriend.” She replied, disgust plain in her voice.
“Lets not talk about him.”
“Okay.” he shrugged it off, not wanting to upset her again. Besides, he had more pressing issues at hand, as she slid down below to suck his semi-hard cock back to full hardness. He groaned and ruffled her hair gently, enjoying her tongue-work and scent. He figured it was going to be a long night, since she was obviously affected by that Alex fellow – he decided he would try his best to soothe and love her as much as he could.
And soothe her he did. A few hours later, she was sleeping peacefully on his chest with a smile on her face. He stroked her hair and was rewarded with a pleasurable gurgle as she stirred slightly but hugged him tighter. They had made slow, sensual love twice more, with Tom showering his angel with as much tender loving care he could muster, and she had reciprocated by giving every inch of her body to him; thrusting back to meet his every thrust, pushing her chest up at him to fondle and grab, all the while keeping their lips locked in a permanent kiss. She had cum multiple times throughout the lovemaking, but for once, this was more because of the feelings and emotions that had come into play, rather than his power, which took a secondary role of enhancing her pleasure rather than causing it.
“I Love You.” the whispered confession escaped her lips.
Tom looked down to see that she was still asleep. “Love you too.” He managed to say, finally able to say what was on his mind since they met (though it was bleedingly obvious from the way he treated her). He hugged her tightly as he drifted off to sleep, with a smile on his face to match hers.
Robin’s apartment door slammed open with a loud crash, startling him and almost making him drop the test tube he was holding. Alex stormed in with an impatient look on his face, but instead of the usual violence, merely sat himself in a chair and stared straight at Robin – his eyes demanding answers.
“Well?” he said, sounding like he was about to snap any moment, which really terrified Robin.
“I…I have…a…trial solution…” he managed to stammer, pointing at an innocuous looking pill on the table.
That got his attention. “Oh? A pill?” his demeanour shifted like the dangerous chameleon that he was as his eyes lit up. He walked over to pick it up and examined it. It was unremarkable except for the fact that it was of a bright azure colour. His excitement started to build.
“For me? Or for her?” he asked next, already keen to test out his new product.
“For you…just before touch.” Robin said, more steadily now that he had Alex’s rapt attention.
“Good! Can’t wait to test it out!” Alex said, almost triumphantly as he pocketed the pill and turned to leave.
Panicking slightly, Robin called after him, “May not last!” but Alex merely shrugged him off with a wave and told him to get back to work.
Slightly relieved that the overbearing Alex was gone, Robin was worried – he wondered if the pill would even work as intended; What he did know, was that he’d better find a 100% working solution quickly or Alex would be on his case yet again.
Luckily for Robin, Alex wasn’t as unreasonable as he seemed to be; though he merely indulged in dominant plays or violence just because it was fun to do so. But even he knew that what he expected of Robin was something far beyond even the bright scientist’s mind, and he was actually amazed that he could even come up with something so quickly. He made a mental note to tune down the violence (just a little!) as a reward for Robin’s frankly amazing progress – he wasn’t about to let him off just yet. Understanding that this was just an experiment and that it might not work, he decided to select a random “Test Subject”. He would save Samantha for when he had the final product, he wanted to own her for certain. He jumped in his flashy sports car and sped off towards his usual nightclub.
A while later, he was sat at the bar, surveying the entire club as he sipped slowly on his usual cocktail. He spotted a couple of potentials on the dance floor but they were just the usual hot babes one normally finds at clubs, and he already had 2 that he owned back home. He wanted to try and have some fun during this experiment. His devious mind came into play when he spotted a couple – they were obviously a couple judging from the handholding, familiarity when making out and general lovey-dovey behaviour. One of his favourite things to do back in school was to screw attached girls, many a guy had had his girlfriend snatched from him by Alex; and more recently almost all the hot milfs in his father’s office had also fallen prey to him.
This girl in particular wasn’t bad at all; she was in a tight black dress which had a flared skirt and a halter top which showed off a generous portion of her fair, flawless skin. Her long, silky black hair flowed elegantly down to the small of her back and she had a pretty face with big sparkly eyes. Alex licked his lips in anticipation as he made his move.
An hour later, he watched from the shadows as the guy stumbled drunkenly out of the club, his pretty girlfriend in tow, who was struggling to support him. Alex popped the pill and eased himself off the wall he was leaning on and approached slowly.
“Seems like you need some help!” He said, as he took the initiative to help her with her boyfriend.
“Ya, thank you!” she said, grateful for the help. She had a really sweet and demure voice, but it was obviously tinged with a bit of frustration.
“Too much to drink?” he grinned.
“I don’t know!” came the reply, the frustration broke through her barriers of self control. “He is usually able to drink much more than this!” She was frustrated from the embarrassment but mostly because the night had barely started. But what she didn’t know was that this was just the work of Alex, or more accurately, the work of Robin, who had invented a drug which could make a person instantly drunk from just a touch of alcohol. (Alex’s devious mind had no bounds) Slipping it in the guy’s drink was child’s play since the bartender was a good friend – he was also one of the friends Alex had invited to partake in his 2 “sex slaves”.
Alex could recognise the signs, and he mused to himself that with a bit of work, he could have scored this girl without any “assistance”, but that was not the point right now. He managed to move the guy to a nearby bench and dumped him unceremoniously onto it, making a sound to make it look harder than it was (just to guilt trip her in a subtle manner)
“Sorry about this,” she said apologetically, and was surprised when his hand stretched out in front of her.
“Hi, I’m Alex,” he said, flashing her his best “nice guy” smile which usually worked on most girls given his looks – this time was no different.
“Angelina.” She said, returning the smile and grasping his hand to shake.
The effect was immediate; though its intensity was unexpected – it was a whole world of a difference seeing it on camera and experiencing it himself. Alex almost retracted his hand from the shock of the moment but held on, the excitement of seeing the power work was too great to miss. He watched as she literally melted before him, her eyes first widening in shock then closing in pleasure as she threw her head back and emitted a long sensual moan. “Ohhhhhh”, came the sound of his triumph.
Angelina’s brain was confused. She was originally filled with frustration from her boyfriend’s sudden lack of drinking ability, then gratitude, at this handsome stranger who came out of nowhere to help her. Now she was filled with sudden pleasure, and a lot of it, even more than she had ever experienced before. She felt a tingly sensation shoot through her entire body, like she was being electrocuted. The longer her hand was in contact with Alex, the more intense the feeling grew; and it was that of immense pleasure that kept growing and growing till it exploded, sending shockwaves of intense euphoria which took over all her senses and thoughts, bringing her to an immediate orgasm as she tilted her head back and moaned uncontrollably.
Alex watched as the orgasm hit her, making her tremble as she moaned. Wow, he thought, an orgasm just from touching, no wonder such an average guy like Tom could even score Samantha – he had wondered what she saw in him. With a power like that, no wonder she was glued to him. He had to reach forward to catch Angelina when her legs suddenly buckled and to his delight, he quickly learned that the power increased the more skin contact there was, as his second hand on her made her eyes jerk open as another orgasm hit her in the middle of her current one. She bit her trembling lip and looked at him with a pained expression on her face as her body struggled to cope with the stacked orgasms. She offered no resistance when he scooped her up in his arms (her body did not have the strength anyway), and just to seal the deal, he bent down to kiss her on the lips, which she immediately returned, kissing him back hungrily - the pleasure from the contact was too good that the reaction was automatic. As he carried her to his waiting car (he had it all planned), her last conscious thought was not of her boyfriend passed out on the bench nearby, but of who the hell was this handsome guy, and why did he make her feel so good?
*Slurp, Slurp, Slurp* “Uhhhhhhh” Alex groaned in pleasure as Angelina slurped sultrily on his cock. He had started slow, wanting to savour the moment as he slowly slid off her dress, happy to find that she was braless and only had a incredibly thin, lacy, thong underneath, which he gently peeled off, making sure to rub his hands on her inner thighs; releasing as much of his borrowed power into her as possible. He was amazed at her pale, silky smooth-as-tofu skin – the softest he had ever experienced, and as her fully naked body was revealed to him, he wasn’t disappointed. With her dress off, her nearly perfectly shaped body was highlighted in all its glory. Unlike the toned, shaped type painstakingly maintained through exercise, she was naturally blessed with a slim but shapely figure – tinged with hints of baby fat here and there which filled her shape flawlessly. He found her boobs to be perfectly shaped C-Cups which were firm yet soft to the touch, and she had moaned so sensually when he touched them, her naturally sweet and soft spoken voice being the most melodious sound he had ever heard (even with his vast experience).
Alex watched as she slurped sensually on his cock – it was slow but purposeful, she was clearly very experienced. She took his cock out and dribbled a generous amount of saliva all over it, using her skilful hands to spread it all over his cock and balls, stroking him constantly. He groaned as she took his now well lubricated member back in his mouth, sucking him gently with just enough force to give the maximum amount of pleasure. She would also occasionally look up at him with the pain/pleasure CFM look, which almost made him cum everytime she did that. Her eyes had a glazed faraway look on them (she was completely lost to the pleasure sensation coming from him), yet she was very focused on giving him as much pleasure as she could. For the first time in his sex life, he was completely robbed of his speech, only able to groan as he stroked her hair and cheek gently. He felt himself about to cum and quickly sat up to stop her, not wanting to cum yet.
She pushed him down gently on the bed and slowly crawled up, using a hand to carefully point at her dripping wet slit (she was so wet there was a puddle where she was sitting) and lowered herself down on to him, only stopping when she hit rock bottom. She moaned out loud when he was fully in her, the raw internal skin contact exploded outwards from his cock like an exploding star, rushing through every fibre of her body and making her cum before her mind could even register the extent of the pleasure. As her body shuddered from the force of the attention, he felt her pussy muscles clench rhythmically all around his cock, and he had to really concentrate to keep himself from losing it. This girl was good!
The moment she came down from her solid 5 minute orgasm, she placed both hands on the bed’s headboard and began to ride him. Slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed till she was bouncing up and down on him, crying out every time she bottomed out. Alex himself was moaning and groaning in pleasure, her skilful and experienced movements totally dominating him, a position he wasn’t used to being in. Such was the power of the O-Particle (as it will henceforth be known), where even the borderline sadist Alex was finding himself outmatched. He could only grasp her soft shapely waist and hang on for dear life as she bucked and thrusted herself up and down on him over and over again.
Unable to hold back his orgasm for much longer, he summoned every inch of willpower and strength within him as he gripped her waist tighter and forced himself up, flipping her onto her back as his cock slipped out from her velvety folds. He was breathing heavily as he fought to control himself from cumming, and this time, he succeeded. He looked up at her to find she had spread her legs, exposing her gushing love hole which was twitching slightly from the overstimulation. She gave him the CFM look again, biting her lip as her eyes pleaded, no, literally begged him to fuck her. The demon within him was now truly awakened, as a very aroused Alex grinned evilly at her as he crawled up on top of her – her lust-hazed mind, unaware of the hungry monster in front of her, only welcomed it. So it was not a moan but a scream of pleasure when he took aim and slammed himself in balls-deep in one stroke.
For the next hour or so, he took her in various positions, changing whenever he was on the brink of cumming in an effort to hold out as long as possible. By now, Angelina had moaned and screamed her voice hoarse, and was reduced to short moans and whimpering as Alex pounded away at her over and over like a horny bull in heat. She had cum so many times that her body was no longer in her control, enabling Alex to manhandle her into any position he wished. However, the ending Alex was trying to reach did not go the way he planned, as the effect of Robin’s prototype pill started to run out; Angelina (despite being lost to her body’s lust and desires) was starting to become more aware gradually. She reached full conscious thought as he was ramming her doggy style. Alex felt her body suddenly tense up, and Robin’s reminder came into his head – he wasn’t about to stop now though, as he leant forward to grasp her arms, pulling them back towards him as he fucked her harder and faster.
Angelina was in a difficult situation. Her mind was screaming out at the sudden realisation she was fucking someone who wasn’t her boyfriend, yet her body (and voice) was screaming out in pleasure at the sensations he was giving her. The drug wore off completely then, the magical electric feeling disappearing entirely, but she had already been fucked to the point where her pussy was dripping wet, and just the mere sensation of Alex’s aroused, rock-hard cock was still pleasuring her to orgasm after orgasm. She turned her head to look back at him with eyes widened in terror; but this only made him grin evilly and go harder, which was still sufficient to make her continue moaning and crying out with each thrust.
“Whaa…UH…ohh…how did…OH….Stop…uhhh…I….ahhh…boyfriend AHHHHH” was all she managed to sputter in between moans.
Alex smiled at her (not stopping) “You love it don’t you darling, your mouth says no but your body is screaming yes! Hahaha!”
“Wait…aHhh…I…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” her sentence was cut short by yet another big orgasm.
Knowing he had to act fast, Alex stopped prolonging his orgasm as he gave her all that he had in a last burst of rapid thrusts, seeking his final release into her. She felt him twitch inside her and realised that he was about to cum, but was unable to win the battle against her body’s desire and only managed a scream of pleasure as the biggest orgasm of the night hit her from the pure stimulation. With a loud roar, Alex slammed his cock all the way in balls-deep and unloaded his hot cum deep inside her. Angelina could feel him spurting inside her, and as unwilling as her mind was, she could not hold back or reject the pleasurable sensations that now took her, making her whole body shudder and jerk from the impact of the orgasm. As the last spurt left his cock, Alex slumped back in exhaustion, and watched as a large amount of cum dripped from her beautiful, well-fucked hole.
Angelina remained on all fours, her pussy leaking Alex’s big load as her body continued to twitch and shudder from the last orgasm. Her limbs suddenly buckled, unable to take her body weight as she slumped down on the sweat soaked bed, the puddle of cum and her juices spreading outward beneath her. The conflicting mix of helplessness yet being sexually satisfied was too much for her to take, and she burst into tears, sobbing into the stained sheets.
Alex might be a sadist and an asshole, but he was still a ladies man, and though he was satisfied from having conquered something that wasn’t his, seeing her cry made him soften (just a little!). He crawled forward and lay beside her, stroking her cheek gently as he attempted to soothe her. She made no move to resist when he rolled her to her side and wrapped his arms around her to hug her – though this was mainly because she was too exhausted to move and too confused to react. They lay in that position for a full half hour, both physically too drained to even move. Once she had recovered enough, she wiggled out of his (forced) embrace and stood up, which was quite a feat considering her legs were still shaky from the countless orgasms. She turned to rush into the bathroom when she felt him grab on to her arm, stopping her.
*SMACK* The sound of the slap resounded through the room, but the force of the slap was too weakened from the physical exertion, and Alex hardly felt the slap.
“You asshole! How could you cum in me! What if I get pregnant? What do I tell my boyfriend?!” she screamed at him, that is if you could call her hoarse, squeaky voice (after all the orgasmic screams) screaming.
He merely chuckled, reaching into his drawer for his trusty collection of morning-after pills and handed a pack to her without saying a word.
“So you did enjoy the sex afterall” he said, before turning to lay back down on the bed. He folded his arms behind his back as he stared at her luscious naked body, which was made even hotter by the sweat and cum. Her face turned bright red when she realised she was only angry at him for cumming in her, and not for taking advantage of her. She turned and rushed into the bathroom, unable to bear his oogling any further. Mission accomplished, Alex let her wash herself up, and found to his delight that after the shower and popping the pill, she did not resist him any further. He shoved a wad of cash into her hand and got one of his goons to drive her home. She was still too shellshocked to resist, though she was grateful at being able to get away as she resolved in her mind to keep what just happened buried away in the deepest recesses of her mind.
Of course, Alex had the entire session recorded, and as he reviewed the footage he was pleased that he had managed to capture clear visuals of her face in ultimate bliss. He had also taken the liberty of recording her phone number (and her boyfriend’s), intending to save it for blackmail later. For once, he was utterly pleased with Robin’s work, and now, more than ever, wanted him to complete the final product – this was a power that even money could not buy. He made arrangements to ensure that whatever Robin wanted, he would get.
Tom meanwhile was also in ultimate bliss. His angel was finally his, though he was unsure at first if the whispered confessions counted or not, he was reassured with a playful box on his ears when he asked her if they were now an item. She loved his innocence, and she knew that at least with him, she would be well looked after and respected. It didn’t matter how average he looked, nor did she need him to provide for her (her family was relatively well to do), and she hoped that with Tom officially in the picture, Alex would finally give up and move on. That she was completely and utterly wrong would not come to her realisation till it was too late.
“YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?” Alex’s voice boomed in the confines of Robin’s lab.
“It responds to electricity, see experiment!” Robin said animatedly, finding confidence in having actual evidence to support him.
Alex stared skeptically at Robin. While he was pleased that a possible solution had been found, the method to achieve it sounded way too drastic. He stabbed a finger on Robin’s chest, literally breathing in his face as his eyes literally bored deep into Robin’s soul.
“How do I know you’re not trying to kill me? Huh?” The physical threat was too much for Robin to bear as he looked back at Alex with his wide, terrified eyes.
However, Alex was no mindless psycho (though he came close at times), and he could see the real fear in Robin’s eyes – the man was telling the truth. He briefly considered getting someone else to be a test subject, but his selfish nature and pride wanted the power all to himself. He made his decision, but not before waving one of his bodyguards over.
“If anything happens to me, you’re dead. You hear me?!” His bodyguard stood ominously behind Robin – this one was so buff he looked like he could tear him in half with just his bare hands.
Robin nodded obediently, though he was unable to hide his excitement at being able to test his theory on a live subject. Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly at that but he let it slide. He sat tentatively on the modified chair (which ominously looked like an electric chair used for death sentences) and allowed Robin to strap himself in.
“Okay, tell me exactly what is going to happen, and don’t miss out ANY detail” Even the bodyguards could hear the tension in their charge’s voice. The one behind Robin flexed his fingers slightly.
“First you drink O- Particle.” Robin held up a innocent looking glass of water, which presumably contained the particles extracted from Tom’s sample. That he was drinking something which came from Tom’s cum was somehow forgotten. Alex downed the glass in one shot.
“Then?” some slight nervousness crept into Alex’s voice now.
“I zap you, particle multiply!” Robin’s excitement was growing, making Alex even more nervous.
Robin was just about to pull a lever when Alex stopped him. “I’ll do it myself” He said, glancing over at his bodyguard, who immediately (without prompting) stood ready to cut the power and grab Robin. Alex grasped the lever, took a deep breath, and pulled.
Chloe showed up at the location she was given, aghast to find that it was a run down building. She had originally ignored the message when she saw it came from Alex, but a video of her bouncing up and down energetically on multiple guys’ cocks (she had no idea it happened courtesy of Robin’s aphrodisiac) “encouraged” her to agree. She pushed the doorbell hesitantly and waited. The door opened a few seconds later, and her first reaction was that of wonder. It was a full blown “mad-scientist” laboratory, complete with coloured bubbling liquids and unidentified white smoke coming from various tubes and containers. Strangely, there was a full king-size bed at one corner which seemed very out of place. Her expression turned immediately to disgust when she saw Alex seated on a chair, staring at her with a wide grin on his face.
“I thought we were done.” She frowned mightily at him, still wondering what the hell he wanted now.
“My my, such Gratitude!” Alex said, adding a disappointed tone for dramatic effect. “Didn’t I get you out of debt?” he added, shaking his head slowly.
“Yes but, you said…” she began, then remembered something else, “Then what the heck is that video!?” she demanded, fearing she already knew the answer.
Alex sighed audibly and looked up at the ceiling. “First she is ungrateful, then she forgets about the fun times!” he said, to no one in particular, making Chloe fume more, but that was his intention. He wanted her to be as unwilling as possible as proof of the power’s effectiveness. He stood up and casually walked over to her, still putting on the exaggerated act. On instinct, her hand came up to slap him across the face the moment he was in range, but he caught her arm reflexively, sealing her fate.
“You Assh….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” the insult died on her lips the moment his hand connected with hers, being replaced by a loud and long moan straight away.
Maybe it was the higher voltage used by Robin (compared to the handheld fan), coupled with the fact that Chloe was especially sensitive, but the power that came from Alex now was even more potent and effective than Tom’s. It hit her so hard her body actually jerked back violently as if she was struck a physical blow. Alex caught her with his other hand, and the combined surge of power from both hands sent her into an immediate, mind-shattering orgasm as she literally exploded in front of him. His grin only got wider as he lifted the quivering, squealing figure and carried her over to his bed, cameras already rolling.
A short while later, he sat plotting his next move – the final experiment proving to be a resounding success. He rubbed his hands together with glee as he imagined getting Samantha to submit to him entirely and the sense of satisfaction he would get when he broke her defences. He was vaguely aware of the sounds in the background – Chloe was being ploughed roughly by several of his bodyguards, whom since Robin proved to be no threat, could indulge on their master’s behest. Even without having the power themselves, Alex had fucked Chloe to the point where she just wanted more and more; and as the scene unfolded before him, she didn’t care who was giving it to her anymore.
Meanwhile, in a scene completely opposite of the debauchery in the lab, the two new lovebirds Samantha and Tom were indulging in a tender make-out session. They were back on the beach where they first made love, though this time they were fully clothed – it was a busy day at the beach. Both were oblivious to any would-be onlookers though; Tom had his angel, everything he ever needed, and Samantha thought she finally found a guy she was willing to be exclusive to. As far as both were concerned, they were in their own little world now, and nothing else mattered.
It would take several days before Alex made his move – he wanted it to be perfect in every way, and his meticulous (but evil) nature meant that he had to execute the perfect plan – complete with backups and alternatives before he was satisfied. Getting Samantha to meet him would probably be impossible, but his sources told him that she and the average guy were now officially an item (which pissed him off more), so he was sure he could get her through him. He decided on a two-pronged attack, which would prevent any unnecessary complications.
Tom was making his way home from university – Samantha’s car was in the workshop so he had to make it back on his own. He was just about to lock his dorm door when a familiar figure appeared in front of him. It was Jessica, and she had a strange glazed look in her eyes as she stared at him intently, as if wanting something from him (and wanting she was). Tom was stunned a little, mainly because she had disappeared for awhile along with Cheryl, but partly because she was wearing nothing but a tight sports bra and a mini flare skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. Before he could say anything, she forcefully pushed him into his room, displaying surprising strength as she shut the door behind her. What he didn’t know was that Alex had loaded her up with so much aphrodisiac that combined with her natural nymphomaniac tendencies, meant that she would fuck anyone he wanted her to. Alex started to protest that he was now attached and the previous time was a one off, but she somehow wasn’t listening to him, as she looked at him seductively and began to peel off what little clothes she was wearing, approaching him with a hungry (almost menacing) look.
At the same time, a message flashed on Samantha’s phone. It was from a private number, but she balked when she saw who it was signed off from. “I have Tom, meet me or you’ll never see him again. Love, Alex” The trap was sprung, and she hurriedly rushed out of the house, flagging a passing taxi and offering him a wad of cash to get to the given location as fast as possible. She arrived on location, recognising it as one of his houses (he had several) as she worriedly (and angrily) spammed the doorbell repeatedly. The door opened, but it wasn’t Alex, but one of his “suits”, who kept a straight face and said nothing, just opening the gate and letting her in. She rushed in the door and before she could react, she felt someone strike her at the back of her neck, making her world go dark as she collapsed in a heap on the floor.
She awoke a while later and was shocked to find herself completely naked with her hands tied to a rope on the ceiling. She struggled and found her feet also bound – though awkward at least she was in a sitting position so only her arms were uncomfortable at this point. She looked around for the object of her wrath but saw she was alone in the room. Not for long though. The door opened and in walked Alex, wearing that smug grin she hated so much.
“WHERE’S TOM!” she literally spat at him, her flawless cheeks flushing red with anger.
Alex merely chuckled and snapped his fingers – a projector suddenly came on, flashing its image on the wall before her. She saw a pretty, long haired girl with tanned skin bouncing up and down on a guy, and as she threw her head back in orgasm, she realised in shock that it was Tom. But before her heart could shatter into a million pieces at his supposed betraya, she looked more closely and saw that his hands and feet were bound, and his face had the clear look of disbelief and unwillingness.
“Seems he’s having some fun of his own!” Alex chuckled, coming right up to her face still wearing that smug grin of his. “How about we do the same over here eh?” he added, receiving a glob of spit in the face for his trouble. He calmly wiped it off and smiled at her, unaffected by her vehemence.
“He’s obviously forced! What did you do to him!” she wailed, unaware that desperation was creeping slowly into her voice.
“Not as much as I will do to you my pet” he said coolly, using the pet name which he knew she hated.
He grasped a part of the rope she was tied to and pulled, lifting her up off the floor till her feet were barely touching the ground. Ignoring the scream (the room was sound proofed), he walked right up to her yet again and traced a finger along her chin, sending negative chills through her body. She noticed oddly, that he was wearing gloves. Weird.
“You know,” he went on nonchalantly, “Out of all the girls I’ve had, you’re still the prettiest, my pet” Samantha only screamed louder at that.
“Tsk” he said, showing some slight irritation now as he whipped out a piece of cloth from his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth, muffling her screams. Unable to fight back physically or verbally, she glared at him with eyes that were beginning to well up with tears, which only made him laugh.
“Willing or not, you’ll come back to me soon enough!” he declared, turning to walk away, but stopped short at the door, lowering his voice to a near whisper, his dangerous side showing clearly now. “Better soon than later” he said, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving her hanging with her mouth stuffed, unable to move or speak, and being forced to watch her boyfriend literally being raped by an attractive nymph.
Alex punched the wall with so much force the paint cracked. He was feeling really pumped, and it took all his nerve to not rape Samantha there and then – she was completely helpless afterall, but he wanted to torture her for rejecting him, and he forced himself to hold back. He was pleased with Jessica’s performance, the overload of aphrodisiac and her addled mind that was completely submissive to him after being fucked countless times was proving to be extremely effective. He silently blessed Robin yet again for his other invention, the spray that made one hard, the only way to make sure that Tom compiled – the fact that Jessica knew enough martial arts to overpower Tom was an added bonus. He chuckled a little at that, very pleased with his near flawless planning as he poured himself a drink, thinking to let Samantha watch in vain a little longer before going to the next step. He did not count on an unexpected force which would see his plan ultimately fail.