The Organization Pt. 02

Imagine masturbating for ten seconds, then stopping and resuming, without actually cumming, and having that go on for hours. I couldn't imagine what hormones were being released in my body, certainly my adrenaline and dopamine levels had to be completely screwed up.

Then, imagine this going on for what I later learned was eighteen hours, without a break.

The technicians would squirt what I suppose was a nutrient solution in my mouth every so often - I really didn't feel thirsty or hungry, so I guess they were careful to keep me maintained with food and water. As for my need to eliminate wastes, I just...went. They weren't about to let me take bathroom breaks, so I peed and shit as needed. Fortunately it all slipped through the openings, so I wasn't forced to sit in my own waste, and I suspect that there was some kind of drain in the floor.

Hour after hour, I heard women speaking words of love to each other, and sighing, moaning, cooing, groaning, laughing, and shrieking as they pleasured each other. Hour after hour, the only thing I could see, was beautiful women disrobing, beautiful women kissing, beautiful women fucking, and above all, beautiful women cumming, endlessly. Hour after hour I was forced to come near orgasm, my body teased to a tautness as tight as a clock spring, then ignored, then teased, over and over again, combined with fatigue and even boredom, all stewed in a mix of the drugs that they'd injected me with.

I began to wish that they had used real torture - at least pain can be understood, and walled off. But how do you mentally combat pleasure? We're not constructed to ignore it, instead we anticipate and look forward to it.

I faded in and out of consciousness, even sleeping through part of the eighteen hour marathon of teasing, torture, what have you. There were no attempts to keep me awake, they simply kept on vibrating my clit until I thought that I'd die from, I guess, a lack of completion. Guys would call it 'blue balls,' I think. I don't know what women can call it.

There wasn't any actual pain involved with their treatment. The only part of me that might have encountered that would have been chafing of my clit, but the vibrator had a constant drip of an extremely slick lubricant, so that all I felt were the physical vibrations against me, not actual movement on my skin.

One thing that I noticed, though - at the beginning of the process, the touch of the vibrator, and the pictures on the plasma screen, and the voices in the headphones were all randomly selected, but by the end of the eighteen hours, the voices and sounds of women orgasming came together with the videos of women orgasming, and also with the touch of the vibrator on my clitoris. It began to seem to me that I was in bed with them, watching them cum, then, more insidiously, that I was making them cum.

Anyway, just about the time that I thought this would become eternal, it stopped - for a few minutes. They adjusted the knob with the dildo on it. It was about six inches long, and thick, and bolted it into the recliner between my legs while they moved the vibrator back into place. They covered it generously with some kind of goopy stuff that they said was "nuru gel," then slid the dildo gently inside my vagina. And then they turned on the machine.

The effect was instantaneous - I came, again and again, for the first half hour it was turned on. Of course it was pleasurable, but eventually it became my entire reality, cumming and cumming, again and again, over and over, orgasm after orgasm, until it was just one long orgasm. The videos and voices continued, women pleasing each other on the screen, their excited, passion-filled voices in my ears, their orgasms became my own orgasms. After a while, I had no idea of what was real, and what had been projected into me by Fu Manchu's henchmen.

Mercifully, they stopped after the first thirty minutes, but then resumed at ten minute intervals, all over another twelve hour period. With my fatigue, my drugging, and the heightening and release of sexual tension, it was hard to know what was reality, and what wasn't. When they stopped the vibrator stimulation and sybian fucking after twelve hours, and began rearranging things, I had to wonder what was next, and when it would all end.

Then the screen lifted back up into the ceiling, and the headphones were gently removed from my head.

I noticed a young brunette approach me, maybe eighteen or so, very cute, standing in front of me, as the sybian slowly fucked my tired and wet pussy, and the vibrator buzzed my clit. She slowly stripped off her clothes, a pretty feminine yellow sleeveless, printed pointelle dress with ruffle tiered bottom. As the dress puddled around her feet, she stepped out of it, then she shrugged off her bra, and slipped her panties slowly down her slim thighs, until she was completely naked, her eyes on me the whole time. Her skin was very pale, almost translucent, her nipples as deeply pink as her pussy.

It was hard to ignore, with her pussy directly in front of me - completely shaved, moist, pink and very pretty. Then she approached me, straddling the box that was holding the dildo inside me.

I had an idea of what was next.

"No," I said.

"Oh, yes," she said. "It's very important." She smiled. "You're going to lick my pussy, and make me cum."

"No, please...haven't you made me suffer enough?"

"Suffer?" she laughed. "This is the greatest example of positive reinforcement that's ever existed," she said, shaking her head.

Then she straddled my legs, and pulled my head to her vagina, her smell strong, but not offensive, rather it was musky and moist, steamy. My nose slipped inside her very wet and fresh, fragrant slit. She pulled my head forward to ensure that my mouth was on her pussy, and commanded me to lick her.

I tried ignoring her command, but I slowly discovered, as her feminine cream inexorably found its way into my mouth, that there was little for me to object to. The taste was fresh, and sweet and hot, the texture, creamy and smooth. It was later, when it dawned on me that the contact of my mouth with her pussy, would cause the vibrator to buzz my clit, and the sybian to fuck my pussy. When I stopped, they stopped, too.

I was becoming addicted to the indescribably thrilling pleasure of my orgasms caused by the vibrator and sybian, and associating the vision and sounds of women making wonderful love with them, and then associating the taste and smell of a woman's pussy with the pleasure they were bringing to me. It was diabolically Pavlovian.

It wasn't much longer before I discovered that I wanted to lick the girl's pussy. My tongue found its way as deeply inside her creamy, hot pussy as I could get it, even straining the tendons holding it in place as I tried to fuck her hot, tight, dripping wet cunt, and drink her sweet, exciting juices, the taste and smell of pussy the most attractive and exciting thing I could conceive of.

I could hear her moan above me, her lewd comments vaguely French-accented.

"Fuck my pussy, lover, she cooed. "Lick me, my cunt is very wet for you, is it not?" Her hips moved sweetly, rotating around my face as she tried to help me lick and kiss every part of her aroused cunt.

"Ooh, kiss my petite perle, ma chéri!" she squealed, as she squirted her very fragrant, hot liquid on my face and in my mouth. I tentatively swallowed some, and discovering that I liked the taste, swallowed the rest of her excited fluid.

"Oooh, mon dieu!" she groaned, grinding her wet clit onto my nose, as I came at the same time - though this orgasm might have been the thousandth for me, I had no idea. But it was the first that wasn't caused by the massager or the sybian, but rather by my own emotional excitement at making another girl cum, and being the recipient of her love. It was an amazing revelation to me, that complete sexual satisfaction could involve another female, and looking back, that was the moment of my rebirth.

The girl slowly removed her slippery cunt from my face, backing away, smiling at me as she slowly sucked on the index finger that she had slipped into her own wet pussy. She gathered up her clothes, and saucily walked away, her sweet ass rhythmically rocking from side to side as she departed, my eyes fixed on the perfection of her bottom, my mouth watering with desire for her, my clit excited and hard, anxious for her lips to kiss it.

Then a petite blonde, with pixie cut hair, wearing a red-checked shirt, and 'Daisy Dukes,' jeans cut off to just under her ass and very tight, showing the plump fullness of her bottom, and even the folds of her sweet, hot and tight pussy, sauntered over to me.

"Hi, honey," she drawled in a southern accent. "My pussy is jes' achin' to feel your rough little tongue inside it. Will you lick me, baby?"

I found my head nodding, and I croaked out a 'yes.' Just then another orgasm surfed through my body, and I shuddered with pleasure.

"God, yes, I want to eat your pussy," I moaned. She smiled, and began unbuttoning her shirt, her sweet, bare breasts exposed as each button fell away. Her breasts were medium in size, her skin tan, her nipples hard and brown.

"Well, suck my little nips first, baby," she commanded, squatting down by me so that I could take her stiff nipple into my mouth. Her scent was vaguely floral, from her body wash, and I could smell the faintest smell of perspiration under it, which excited me. Her nipple was rubbery under my lips and tongue - I was afraid to bite her, but then she asked me to bite her nipple, and I did.

She shrieked, then laughed, taking my head in her hands, and pulling my face close against her breast, her body shivering. "Oh god, yessss," she moaned. She then gently pushed me away.

"Now, my pussy," she said. Slowly unbuttoning the copper rivet holding her worn shorts together, and sliding the zipper down, down, down, revealing a flash of white under. She rocked the shorts of her full hips, from side to side as they slipped down her tanned thighs, leaving her wearing only the thinnest, skimpiest plain bikini panties I'd ever seen, not quite a g-string.

I could see a dark spot at her slit. She followed my eyes, and grinned. "You like that, baby? My pussy is wet with my hot cream. My girlfriend says it's the sweetest, hot girl cream that she's ever tasted. You let me know what you think, okay?"

I nodded, my head abuzz. She pressed her hot, wet panty-covered vee against my face, the fragrance of her pussy intense and very exciting. I had never realized the effect that the aroma of an aroused woman's cunt could have on me, and I was excited that I was being allowed to experience so many.

It occurred to me that the point of this current exercise was exactly that, to convert me into a lover of pussy, and far from being distressed, I found that the idea excited me.

My tongue pressed against her wet pussy, tasting a small amount of her slick, feminine cream, and agreeing that it was, indeed, quite tasty - though, obviously I had little experience, since this was only the second pussy I had ever tasted.

I had had my share of men's cocks in my mouth, but the memories of those experiences were fading rapidly as I was overwhelmed by the far greater pleasure of pussy. I was completely fatigued by days of unrelenting pleasure, orgasms over and over until I was half insane from the fullness of it, but I had a dawning awareness that there had been a fundamental shift in my orientation.

Not only did I no longer think of my boyfriend Michael, rely on his strength as my partner to sustain me, but I was finding thoughts of him repellent, and I was searching for some other emotional anchor in the storm that currently constituted my life. I felt a certainty, from where I had no idea, that I would find that anchor, that new love, as a result of my ongoing torment of pleasure.

Part of that search involved my new passion for women replacing my former completely heterosexual orientation. Just the thought of a woman's pussy appearing before my face was enough to bring me to orgasm, perhaps a conditioning composed of my sexual torture over the past few days, my forced (!) contact with these beautiful women and their adorable cunts, and the strange injection that I had been given at the beginning of the process.

In any case, I felt elation, not depression, at my predicament, and a sense of gratitude for that person who had put me in this position, this Fu Manchu person.

My thoughts quickly returned to the beautiful woman in front of me, and how I could get my tongue deep inside her hot, creamy pussy too.

As though reading my desire, she relented.

"Poor thing, you want to lick inside my hole, don't you?" She smiled, such a beautiful, loving smile.

I nodded, unwilling to remove my mouth from such a sweet, delicious dessert as this woman's hot vagina was. I pressed my mouth harder against her mound, my tongue pushing through her panties into her wet slit so teasingly.

"Beg for it," she said.

I was torn. I felt humiliated that I should openly beg to have a woman put her dripping pussy on my mouth, so that I could lick her there. On the other hand, both the reality of licking this woman's vagina, and being humiliated and submissive, excited me more than I had been before. Humiliation and sexual excitement won out, and I complied, eagerly.

"Please, let me lick your pussy," I begged. "I want to taste your hot cunt, and swallow your hot, feminine cream...and make you cum in my mouth."

"That's a good little girl," she cooed, running her fingers through my hair. "Of course I'm going to let you lick my tight holes..." I missed the use of the plural in my desire to taste her pussy. She slid the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her dark red labia, and darker red slit, already glistening with that sweet, hot cream that she was producing for me. Her clit was a light pink, and she had a cute little blonde bush above that.

I inhaled her hot, openly sexual scent, her pussy's perfume going straight to my own clit, my body quivering yet again, and I kissed her pussy as though I were kissing her mouth, my lips on her labia, my tongue delving inside her steamy wetness. Her hips moved as she responded to my eager pussy licking.

"God, you're a hot little cunt licker, aren't you, baby?" she laughed, her chuckles further humiliating me and making me cum again.

"Please, I want to eat your cunt," I mumbled, unwilling to take my mouth away from her heavenly hole, but wanting to please her, my now submissive nature being carefully exploited by the process I was enduring. It seemed certain that, by the time they were through, I would be a willing sexual slave to this mysterious group of lesbians.

Finally, she took pity - or more likely, wanted to bring herself off - and slammed her juicy box onto my mouth, and I fucked her slit as hard as I could with my tongue, lapping up the copious flow of her lubrication, the taste and aroma of her pussy heavenly to me. She shuddered and screamed as she came, as I almost was smothered with wet, plump and soft pussy and labia surrounding my nose and mouth.

I was able to find a corner with opening to air, and quickly exhaled and inhaled, the noise of my breathing bringing the dreamy blonde back to her surroundings, and she released me, gasping and grateful.

"You're very good, baby," she said, speculatively. "I'm going to look you up after you join us. I want more of that."

'Join them'? So, they were brain washing me? Trying to turn me into someone to join their criminal enterprise?

I should have felt ashamed, but again, I was torn. I wouldn't throw in with them, they hadn't converted me that far, but they had turned me into a lesbian, without a doubt. Perhaps at some point in the future, I would be able to lick her pussy again - but no way would I be on her side in whatever this group was planning. No way would I become a criminal.

My thoughts disappeared as she continued talking.

"Let's see how good you are at licking a woman's ass." Fuck, I had to do that?

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