The General's Last Crusade

Melanie laughed again. "Excellent."

"She's also been clearing his calendar. As of tomorrow, he'll have all day every day just to sit in his office with a hard dick, and lowered inhibitions, looking at dirty pictures and listening to your lovely voice...."

Time passed strangely for Hendrickson that day. At his desk, trying to do work, he was restless, irritated, unable to concentrate. Minutes passed like hours. The video beckoned, and not once but several times he slid the CD into his computer, intending a skeptical, analytic viewing. And each time great holes appeared in his day, Hendrickson emerging from them with only scattered recollections. Yet somehow, developing a really critical view of the presentation seemed less important as the day went on. The things that had upset him... what were they?... well, they seemed to fade somehow. He was developing a growing conviction that this was a valuable project, one that deserved his attention. Yes, it deserved all the attention he could lavish on it.

Over the next several days, a new CD arrived at Hendrickson's office first thing each morning, continuing the series. He noticed the titles only vaguely in his haste to get to work viewing them:

* Part 3 - How Porn Starts to Disrupt Your Sleep and Invade Your Dreams

* Part 4 - Why Men Find Thinking with the Little Head is So Much More Fun

* Part 5 - Appetite Begets Appetite: How Porn Creates the Desire for Ever-More-Frequent Sexual Stimulation

* Part 6 - Losing Touch with Socially Acceptable Behavior

* Part 7 - Developing Extreme Fetishes

* And finally, Part 8 - The Slippery Slope: From Porn Surfing to Whoremongering

Day Four - Cumulative Viewing Time: Fifteen Hours

Hendrickson had installed a program, provided with the morning's CD, to allow the CD to loop continuously on his screen. That way, he could turn between the presentation and other work easily without ultimately missing anything. Though he seldom actually turned away.

He failed to notice that Bitsy and Bunny's outfits had become far more revealing over the first few presentations, their caresses and strokes of their lips, their legs, and - especially - their increasingly bare tits less and less subtle. Or rather, his mind, already well addled, failed to notice. His cock noted the changes perfectly. And it strained with approval.

Day Five - Cumulative Viewing Time: Twenty-Four Hours

Bitsy and Bunny were starting to provide short "demonstrations" of the kinds of poses and acts that porn sites typically featured. Hendrickson's pants piled around his ankles as he sat in his chair. He'd begun masturbating regularly to the videos. He'd come to the conclusion that there was simply no way around it. After all he had a job to do, and he couldn't very well do it with his dick standing at attention. After all, he thought, a hard cock makes for a soft mind. So he did what he had to. He had to admit it wasn't so bad...

Day Seven - Cumulative Viewing Time: Forty Hours

After several aborted starts, he'd finally logged on to a porn site that Bitsy and Bunny kept mentioning in the videos - the one they'd used to be featured on. He'd resisted the urge at first, but Melanie - in what had become a daily phone call - had also recommended it. After all, she'd suggested, to beat the enemy, you really had to know the enemy. Hendrickson couldn't have said it better himself.

Still, as he typed in the address, a light current of guilt and apprehension began to wind its way up through his mind. Something was wrong with this. For a moment, as the site was loading, he saw himself as an observer might - puffy-faced and slack-jawed, huddled eagerly at the computer, naked below the waist. But then his computer finished connecting to the site, and a wave of beautiful, sinful flesh unfurled on the screen before him, quickening his pulse and driving these thoughts away. His hand crept back to his cock, which it had seldom left of late.

The interactive girls were featured prominently - a small group of them, but all stunning. Perfect tits, thrust up toward the camera, on each and every one. It didn't take him long to furtively double click on one of them, taking her up on her offer to see her live.

She looked into the camera - seemingly right at him - intently. "What can I do for you today, General?"

It didn't register that she'd addressed him personally. But nonetheless he hesitated once more. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. This was different than watching an educational video after all.

His hands crept to the keyboard, and quickly typed out, "Play with your pussy." He paused, then tapped enter.

Her smile widened and her legs spread out for him. "Of course, General. I'll do anything you want. Now why don't you put your hand on your cock, and let me tell you what I want you to do..."

Day Nine - Cumulative Viewing Time: 68 Hours

Davos opened the file Melanie had passed him, and turned back to her again. "How's he progressing?"

"Very well. He's completely pliant now. Having him on the website has been a great accelerator of the changes."

"And are the, shall we say, range of his interests expanding?"

That was slow at first. But the girls have been coaxing him along whenever he's logged in on them. Now he's spending about 25% of his time on the fetish portions of the site."

"Very good. He's ready, then. Put out the call."

Day Ten - Cumulative Viewing Time: 84 Hours

Hendrickson showed up at the CCAP headquarters at 3:00 sharp, as he'd promised. He'd had almost no human contact in days, having been "working" almost around the clock, and sleeping on his office sofa. When Melanie had called and said she wanted to meet, he'd been somewhat reluctant to leave his computer screen, and had tried to delay. But, as always, she was deeply convincing. Besides, the sound of her voice called up images of his first meeting with her, and he had to suppress a small shiver of anticipation as he walked into the reception area.

Music played as the receptionist - a stunning redhead in a tight, low-cut shirt - told him to take a seat. Where he waited. And waited.

Finally Melanie came out, and with little introduction, asked him - told him, really -- to follow. He stood silently, then walked after her, closely watching as her ass swing sensually back and forth. Her micro skirt lifted a little with each step, giving him a tantalizing peek at her firm, round cheeks. He hadn't masturbated in hours, and was starting to feel awfully horny.

He followed her into a studio, not that he noticed at first - he would have followed that tail anywhere without really caring. But then he heard the giggling, and looked up, to Melanie's left.

There they were. Bitsy and Bunny, in the flesh, not twenty feet away. Barbie doll porn stars in tiny little thongs, stretched lazily on a king-sized bed. Video cameras sat perched around them, whirring softly.

"Welcome, General. We've been waiting soooo long for you." Bitsy's deep blue eyes pierced his.

"Mmmmmn. We could barely contain ourselves." They started to strip each other, tops peeled off slowly, bikini bottoms pulled up over raised legs, past platform heels.

He fought out a question to Melanie. "What... what's going on here?" His words sounded feeble, even to him. They lacked the moral indignation he'd meant to give them.

Melanie mocked him gently. "Can't you tell, General? We're making a porno movie. You know all about those, don't you?"

"No. But you're... You're supposed to be..." Bitsy slithered across the bed and kissed Bunny wetly. Their eyes never left him.

"What? We're supposed to be warning people away from porn? I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that, isn't it General?"

He was starting to feel light-headed. In fact, he could practically feel the blood rushing directly from his brain to his rapidly hardening cock. Such a wonderful sensation. His field of vision seemed to close in on the nubile blondes before him, becoming his world. He continued to hear Melanie's voice, but was barely aware of the words anymore.

"No, General. The porn industry is just too big, too powerful to stop. It's got too much of a following. Let's face it, who can resist watching kinky, oversexed bimbos playing with themselves? Hmmm?"

Sweat had begun to break out on Hendrickson's brow. His legs were trembling.

"Who doesn't fantasize about fucking two hot blondes at once?"

Hendrickson licked his lips nervously. He pictured himself between them, their supple skin pressing against him urgently.

"It's the perfect product, General. The Perfect Product."

"Perfect product," he mumbled absently.

Bunny had produced a bottle of baby oil, and the two began to lather each other, hands running across glistening breasts, wandering down flat stomachs, and below. They were beginning to moan softly.

"The power of porn is too hard to resist."

"Too haaard. Hard." His cock strained towards the bed.

Bitsy bent to flick a tongue across Bunny's erect nipple, while Bitsy rubbed her clit. They stared at him hungrily.

"And if you can't beat them, join them."

"Join them."

"Yes, General, join them."

"Join them." Something seemed to crack inside his head, like a shell being broken and shed, and where he had felt tension and hesitancy, a beautiful clarity emerged. Join them. Yes. Never had an idea seemed so utterly right. His cock urged his legs forward, and was quickly rewarded with skilled caresses as he reached the bed. Bunny and Bitsy's practiced hands quickly shed him of his clothes, and their tongues began their work.

He eagerly responded to their whispers and ministrations, his body sliding and slipping between theirs, electric pleasure erupting and lingering wherever a tongue, a hand, a breast had caressed him. Firm flesh seemed to slide all around him, teasing and tormenting, until finally the movements of the blondes became more purposeful and rhythmic. Supple thighs encased him, engulfed him. He floated on an ocean of pleasure, rolling this way and that at their command.

Eventually he found himself positioned directly in front of one of the cameras, his cock pounding into Bitsy's tight pussy as Bunny pumped a well-oiled finger in and out of his ass, her tongue darting into his ear. His orgasm built with great power and speed, and it wasn't long before he was grunting out each great spurt of come, his face contorted around dull glassy eyes, staring unseeing - uncaring - at the camera lens.

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, a final, tiny remnant of his addled mind began to refocus, and as his gaze moved from the banquet of firm flesh below him to the camera lens directly in front, the reality of what he'd done began to tug faintly at his consciousness. But Bitsy and Bunny's hands and mouths kept moving - teasing and tempting. Tugging him back into a world where pleasure was the only imperative. Soon he was lost in a new and even deeper rhapsody, blissfully unaware of the whirring of the camera, or the whispers of the women, burrowing deeply into his wide-open mind.

Epilogue

Only a handful of hard-core porn aficionados saw the first live, streaming video of General Hendrickson's debut. But it didn't take long for word to get around, and for the media to pounce. Within 48 hours a tidal wave of surfers and tuned in to the good General's introduction to the joys of nipple rings and butt plugs.

Many of them had never spent any time looking at internet porn before. They checked the site out of disbelief, or outrage at governmental hypocrisy, or the strange fascination for a hero's fall from grace. Few merely surfed in and out, as they'd intended, however. Though sad, the human drama was simply difficult to tune out. As were - a few admitted to themselves - the sights and sounds of Bitsy and Bunny hard at work. Besides, the background music and the faint pulsing of the screen border had an oddly soothing effect...