Into the Maelstrom

"OK, people. Let's gather up the food and drinks and move into the conference room," Mr. Spencer directed.

Soon the lounge was cleared except for Carolyn in her chair and a cluster of women silently watching her from across the room. The members of the Daiquiri Group moved closer to their prey as soon as the door to the lounge was closed. "Got you, you bitch!" the leader of the group said.

Breathing heavily, Carolyn could only look helplessly at them with uncomprehending eyes until she heard a quiet "snap".

"AAHHH!" she cried as her vagina exploded in uncontrolled spasms! The Daiquiri Group cheered and applauded as the stupefied Carolyn Lord doubled over, her body racked by her pulsating vagina.

The sensations coming from her crotch did not end as they had before, but continued on and on. She fell onto the floor, her hands between her thighs desperately holding her womanhood, her body shaking uncontrollably as she continued to orgasm. Finally, with Carolyn on the edge on unconsciousness if not madness, it stopped.

One of the women tossed a small controller on the floor beside the hapless Carolyn.

"Just in case you start to feel lonely," she said cruelly.

Laughing, the Daiquiri Group left the lounge in high spirits.

An hour later, Carolyn finally decided she was strong enough to get off of the floor. It was kind of comfortable being on the floor and she really hated to leave it. She had had a nice nap and felt much better. She knew the evil device was still attached to her, but she would deal with that later. First things first.

She stood on shaking legs, and surveyed the room. She was alone in the lounge, all signs of the reception were removed. She looked at the wall clock and saw that all of the day's planned events should have ended some time ago. She wondered if anyone else was left in the office as she started to totter slowly towards the door.

She was surprised when the door to the lounge flew open and an incensed Maria entered the room.

"You damn bitch!" she shouted at the mystified Carolyn. "I just found out what you did to Tiffany. Now that little bubble-headed idiot wants to marry the guy!"

Maria stopped directly in from of the passive Carolyn. "Damn you!" she screamed, spittle spraying on Carolyn's face. "I wanted her for me and you've just ruined everything! Everything!"

Maria was enraged at not getting a reaction from the stunned Carolyn. Without thinking, she grabbed the shoulders of Carolyn's jacket and pulled down on them. The jacket slid over Carolyn's smooth shoulders until it was bunched halfway to her waist, leaving her breasts bare and her arms helplessly bound by the jacket.

Carolyn looked down at her exposed breasts in puzzlement. "How did that happen?" her dazed mind wondered.

"I'll get a reaction from this cool bitch yet!" muttered Maria as she held the bunched front of Carolyn's jacket and ripped it open, causing the buttons to fly about the room. She pulled the jacket off of the unresisting woman and threw it by the door. She then dragged the submissive Carolyn over to a couch and pushed her face down over the couch arm. She reached down and took off Carolyn's shoes and threw them with the jacket.

Carolyn was now completely nude, her shapely hips draped over the couch arm, her ass high in the air and her breasts pressed into the rough material of the couch.

Her anger cooling, Maria looked with increasing pleasure at this inviting target. "OK," she thought. "If I can't have Tiffany, Carolyn will do nicely."

"This requires something suitable," she said. She looked about the room and saw a pile of newspapers and magazines. "Perfect!"

She walked over and selected a newspaper. Maria returned to Carolyn, twisting the paper into a tight roll. As she was coming back across the room, she unknowingly stepped on and crushed a small plastic object.

And Carolyn went insane.

Maria watched in wide-eyed amazement as Carolyn Lord, screaming, literally danced on the couch, her naked body twisting and turning, her arms and legs flailing.

"This chick is nuts!" she said and quickly fled the room, but not before taking Carolyn's jacket and shoes on her way out.

*****

Tamiko had been freely wandering the firm's empty dark offices for almost a half hour before she discovered the missing Miss Carolyn Lord.

"Whoa! What a presentation that must have been," she said to herself when she saw Carolyn. She walked over to the prostrate woman to survey the damage.

Miss Lord was on her back, nude and unconscious, her legs splayed open over the couch arm. Carolyn's body was coated with drying sweat. It pooled between her breasts and at the base of her throat. Her hair was matted with it. Vaginal fluids were also drying on her, down the insides of her thighs and on the cushion beneath her. Tamiko quickly noticed the exciter attached to Carolyn's vulva. She tried out the local control and found the battery quite dead.

"You must have had quite a day, my precious."

Carolyn's beautiful body showed surprisingly few bruises, considering the kind of day Tamiko now understood Carolyn to have experienced. She looked around and saw no sign of Carolyn's suit or shoes.

"And I thought we played rough," she said, as she put her arms under Carolyn's and pulled her to a more comfortable and less exposed position on the couch.

"Why, our group can't touch the legal profession if this is how they treat their own," she thought. Her mother had always told her to never underestimate the value of a professional education, especially when it came to doing something really fun, like the corruption of the pure. "We must get some lawyers into the group" she mused. "Perhaps Carolyn would know of some likely candidates, now."

"Come on, my precious" Tamiko said quietly. "It is time to wake up and begin your new life."

Tamiko sat next to the nude woman. She reached between Carolyn's open thighs and fingered the exciter. As Tamiko thought, it was attached to her skin and pubic hair by a light adhesive. She swiftly pulled the exciter off of Carolyn's sensitive crotch, pulling out a few pubic hairs in the process, and, standing, placed it in the back pocket of her tight designer jeans.

"OW!" Carolyn screamed as her eyes flew open. She bolted upright and tightly held her wounded crotch with both hands. She looked around wildly for a moment until she saw Tamiko standing beside her.

"Tamiko! Oh, Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, jumping up and throwing herself naked into the waiting arms of her friend. "You wouldn't believe what happened to me," she sobbed, as she wrapped her arms tightly around the Japanese girl.

"Everyone went crazy! They.they.."

"It's all right, my precious. You are safe now. You are safe with me. You will always be safe with me," Tamiko purred soothingly as her hands moved lovingly over Carolyn's sculptured naked back and buttocks.

"Oh, Tamiko," bawled Carolyn, "I'm so glad to see you! You can't imagine what they did to me!" Carolyn wailed as, heedless of her nudity, she clung desperately to the small teenager.

Overcome with relief at finally being safe with someone she could really trust, the beautiful Carolyn Lord cried and sobbed over all of the pain and public humiliations she had been forced to undergo today. Tamiko casually dipped her right hand between Carolyn's thighs. She carefully inspected Carolyn's crotch with her skilled fingers, noting the very swollen labia. She inserted three fingers into the dry cuntal passage. It was still tight, yet there was a hint of looseness now which hadn't been there before. "You have been busy," she thought. She enjoyed the familiar feel of the hot, tight passage for a moment, then began a gentle motion with her fingers. Soon the channel was flowing with Carolyn's vaginal fluids.

Next, Tamiko cupped Carolyn's firm right breast with her left hand and carefully inspected the reddened nipple. She tilted her head and started to thoughtfully lick the surrounding aureole first, then the nipple itself. Her efforts were rewarded when the nipple quickly sprang erect. She moved to the left breast and did the same to it. When both nipples were as erect and hard as bullets, Tamiko shifted her mouth from breast to breast and continued her ministrations evenly between the two proud orbs.

The sobbing Carolyn began to notice some familiar tinglings starting to occur. She was so distraught, and at the same time so relieved at seeing Tamiko, her mind simply dismissed them as unimportant. But the tinglings became more and more insistent, until she could ignore them no longer.

Carolyn fought to get her crying under control and find out what was happening to her.

"Tamiko. Tamiko, what are you doing to me?" she gasped between her decreasing sobs.

"Nothing, my precious," the Japanese teenager absently replied, intent upon completing her devilish work.

"But, Tamiko. You are! You are doing something to me. I can. I can feel it."

Tamiko didn't reply until she heard Carolyn's breath become quite heavy. "Can you really?" Tamiko politely asked, her head between Carolyn's heaving breasts.

"Yes, I can," said the now panting Carolyn. "I can really feel you doing things to me."

"Oh," replied Tamiko, her right thumb now brushing Carolyn's vulnerable clitoris.

"You have to stop. Tamiko! You have to stop right. Aaaggh!" Carolyn cried as she unexpectedly climaxed under Tamiko's expert ministrations. "No! Oh, No!" Carolyn wailed as she frantically clung to the Japanese exchange student, her tired body reacting strongly to this surprising occurrence. The strong pulsings of her vagina were almost painful to her, they had happened so often today.

Her body and mind now absolutely spent, Carolyn could only cling to Tamiko, her breasts heaving, her vaginal juices trailing unheeded down the inside of her thighs. Carolyn found herself drunk with fatigue. She could only stand and let Tamiko do with her whatever she willed. She was capable of nothing else.

"Look, you can tell me all about your problems later, my precious," Tamiko told her matter-of-factly. "Right now, let's get you dressed and home."

Tamiko led the pliant Carolyn over to where she had left the clothes she had bought for her. "Look at what I brought for you, Carolyn."

Carolyn turned her head and looked dully at the neatly folded pile on the sink counter.

"Now, step into these."

The bright red panties that Tamiko was pulling up her legs seemed different than what Carolyn was more used to wearing. The panties consisted of a low, simple triangle in front and a single narrow strip down the back that fitted between her buttocks and legs. Her dazed mind finally realized that Tamiko had gotten her a thong!

She couldn't wear that! If only she weren't so exhausted. She just didn't have the strength to protest. She just wanted to go home, and as long as Tamiko was going to take her there then everything else could wait.

Tamiko pulled the panties high and tight, so that the fabric was buried between Carolyn's buttocks and forced into her vulva. Carolyn's new red bra came next. After Tamiko put it on her, Carolyn puzzled mind tried to figure out what exactly it was supposed to do for her. The slight harness did not contain and protect her breasts so much as it openly displayed them.

Next there were a tight pair of soft jeans. Carolyn stood passively as Tamiko pulled the jeans up her legs and hips. The jeans were so tight it took Tamiko three times to fasten them. "OK," thought Tamiko, "I'll be more careful with the jeans next time."

The mistake was understandable, really. After all, Carolyn Lord was Tamiko's first real-live Westerner to do with as she pleased.

Next, Tamiko placed the still pliant Carolyn into a button-down, white semi- transparent body shirt which clung to Carolyn like a second skin. Last came a comfortable pair of sandals.

Tamiko took a moment to look at her new creation. "Wow!" she breathed. "Even after all she went through today, she was still something to take the breath away," she thought. "Amazing. How lucky can I get?"

Leading her by the hand, Tamiko took the passive Carolyn back to her desk for a final check. Taking her wallet and key ring from the desk top, Tamiko led her passive charge to the reception area and the bank of elevators.

On their way down, Carolyn dimly realized that she was blacking out. One moment she was looking at weird underwear, the next she was standing in an elevator. She felt so tired, she was quite ready to lay down just about anywhere.

Some habits die hard. Even in her current exhausted state, Carolyn automatically checked her appearance in the polished doors of the elevator.

"Oh my!" she said. It was like being splashed with a bucket of cold water! Shocked out of her daze, she was horrified. These were not her clothes! All of a sudden, she felt naked. There she was, fully dressed and yet she felt absolutely naked. Her vulva was clearly defined under the tight fabric of her jeans. So for that matter were her breasts under the body shirt. She was totality exposed!

Carolyn was at a loss as to how she got dressed this way, let alone how she got into an elevator with Tamiko. "What was she doing here, anyway" she wondered.

"Tamiko, what am I wearing?" the embarrassed Carolyn asked.

"You are wearing your clothes, my precious."

Carolyn's tired mind thought that one over a bit. "My clothes?" she finally muttered. "These are not my clothes."

"Yes, they are. Well, sort of. You see, I had a feeling you might be ready for a change by now, so I bought you some things. I checked for your sizes at your apartment."

"You were. You were at my apartment?" asked the bewildered Carolyn.

"Of course. Since we're going to be seeing so much of each other from now on, I had a key to your apartment made this morning. Nice place, by the way. Anyway, since I was bringing you these presents, I'd thought I would just go over early and become comfortable with your things. I said I'd meet you today, and here I am."

"Oh. I see." Carolyn wondered vaguely what she had done with her suit and shoes. "You brought my laundry?"

"My goodness. You are out of it. I gave those to Tiffany at your office late this morning. Don't you remember?"

"Uh, no I don't, actually. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm very, very tired. I'm not really sure I can even make the drive home right now."

"No problem. I'm here to take you to that very place."

"Why, thank you. I really appreciate that, honestly I do." With that, Carolyn lapsed into a silence which was not broken until the two arrived at Carolyn's apartment. Carolyn was so unaware that she didn't even notice, let alone comment on, when Tamiko used her own set of keys to get into and drive Carolyn's sensible subcompact car.

During the trip, Carolyn uneasily slept, not realizing that Tamiko had used her right hand to massage Carolyn's vulva the entire journey.

At Carolyn's apartment building, Tamiko used her copy of Carolyn's parking and building pass to enter the basement parking garage, and then get them up to Carolyn's apartment. Standing in front of her apartment door, Carolyn could only wait until Tamiko had let them in using her own keys.

Realizing that she was in her apartment at long last, Carolyn tried to think desperately of what she wanted to do here, but could not.

It was Tamiko who brought her into her bedroom and carefully undressed her. Nude, Carolyn automatically went to a dresser drawer and pulled out one of the nightgowns she inevitably slept in. After pulling it on, Carolyn staggered to the adjoining bathroom and relieved herself of a surprising amount of urine. Tamiko used the time to ready the queen-sized bed for Carolyn and herself.

Staggering back to the bedroom, the totally exhausted Carolyn Lord fell face down onto her bed. She did not move after that, even though the fall had worked the bottom of her nightgown up over the lower part of her buttocks, leaving them quite exposed.

Although it was still only late afternoon, Tamiko readied herself for bed. She undressed completely, then made herself a mug of tea. Thus fortified, she got into bed with Carolyn. She briskly took the nightgown off of the heavily sleeping woman and threw it to the floor. She flipped Carolyn over onto her back and lay down beside her. She pulled the covers over them both, and settled in for a long, well earned rest.

Tamiko's last thoughts concerned the future. Would her parents let her keep Carolyn for her very own, or would she have to give her back when she was done with school here and had to return to Japan. Either way, she was planning on having a great deal of fun with her for a very long time, indeed.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when Carolyn finally awoke after a troubled sleep. She felt terrible. Her neck muscles were incredibly stiff from the constant tension of yesterday. Feeling the sheet on her sensitive breasts, she realized that she was naked again. She looked around and found her nightgown on the floor beside the bed. She sighed at the sight. "Can't I keep anything on anymore?" she thought.

After a refreshing shower she felt better, though not much. Her robe was missing from its usual place behind the bathroom door. "Must have left it in the laundry room again," she grumbled.

Carolyn, naked except for a towel wrapped around her wet hair, padded on bare feet from her bedroom through a narrow hall and small living room, and into the kitchen, on her way to the laundry room. It was only after she saw Tamiko, wearing her missing robe and grinning at her from the small kitchen table, that Carolyn realized she had a guest in her apartment.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry!" she sputtered as she quickly attempted to cover herself with the small bath towel. Unfortunately, it wasn't big enough to circle her body completely, so she could only just cover her front. She then tried to back out of the room, but Tamiko was up and over to her in a flash. Tamiko was soon holding a corner of the towel tightly in her hand. Carolyn knew she couldn't leave now without loosing her towel!

"Come. Sit with me at the table, my precious," Tamiko said as she led the protesting Carolyn by her towel to the kitchen table.

"But, Tamiko! Please, I really need to get something on first, and then I'll be right out."

"Oh, no you don't. We are all alone here. So sit, and keep me company."

Carolyn sat carefully, fully conscious of the flesh of her bare back and bottom pressing against the cold plastic chair. She was terribly flustered from sitting barely covered like this in the full light of day. "My God!" she thought, "I hope no one visits me this morning." How could she ever explain this?

"Tamiko, it's, uh, really great to see you this morning, but, what. what are you doing here?"

"You invited me, silly. Remember yesterday? When I drove you home from the office?"

"You drove me home? No, I don't remember." Carolyn held her lowered head in her hands and groaned, "Oh, my. Everything is so fuzzy. I can't think at all."

"It is all right, my precious. You have had a long day and are still a little tired. You should take it easy today and rest."

Tamiko stood up and went behind the distressed woman. She placed both hands on the base of Carolyn's aristocratic neck and began to work the stiff muscles there.

"Oooh. That feels good," murmured the surprised Carolyn. She eventually felt the stiffness in her neck simply melt away, yet Tamiko continued to work her muscles. Carolyn soon felt very dreamy.

Tamiko kept working with her hands, moving now over her shoulders. Carolyn's unsupported towel soon fell from her body and landed forgotten on the floor. "Why must you keep calling me that?" Carolyn sleepily asked her friend.

"Calling you what?"

""My precious." It's so embarrassing."

"Because I want to. Now, tell me, my precious, what is really bothering you this morning?"