The Organization Pt. 04

"Hush," she said quietly, caressing Melissa's cheek. "I won't let anyone hurt you," she said, soothingly. Once the solution had a chance to circulate through Melissa's body, and especially her brain, where it would work subtle changes, there was nothing more that Kayce, or anyone else, could do for her.

After a few minutes, though, Kayce could see the same external changes on Melissa that she herself had manifested. Her face grew more blank, her downcast expression disappearing, her taut muscles growing slack, her need to fight disappearing.

"That's good," Kayce whispered, then bent down and kissed Melissa on her mouth, feeling Melissa's lips curl into a smile under her touch.

"Kayce," Melissa whispered back, both a farewell from the old Melissa, and a greeting from the new woman being born within. Kayce stood back and watched her friend, still fully clothed in blouse and skirt, for a few minutes, watching her face and the rise and fall of her breasts. Finally, though, she walked back to the area behind the chair, and came back with a scalpel.

"Feeling better, baby?" she asked her partner.

Nodding slightly, Melissa whispered, "feel...calm...hopeful." Kayce nodded back.

"Now, I'm going to cut your clothes off you, okay? Nobody's going to hurt you, it's just easier to get you naked that way."

"Naked?" Melissa asked, wonderingly.

"Yes, baby, we're all going to get to see how beautiful you are," Kayce said, smiling slightly. Was this how she's been with Mary Ann?

"See how beautiful your breasts are, how nicely your nipples crinkle when you get excited, see your sweet little pussy, taste and smell your intimate openings, make love to you..." It was clear that Kayce was becoming very excited at the thought of her partner being naked and helpless before her.

"Beautiful," Melissa mumbled, nearly incoherently.

Kayce cut along the sleeves of the long-sleeved blouse, then across the shoulders, and gently unbuttoned, then pulled the blouse from under Melissa. Melissa even helped by lifting her upper body from the chair an inch or two.

"That's a good girl," Kayce said, and Melissa smiled gratefully. Then Kayce cut the shoulder straps of her white lace bra, and reached behind Melissa to unhook the bra. Melissa giggled as she did.

"Tickles," Melissa said, smiling up at Kayce. "Love you, Kacey," she added.

Kayce paused. "I love you, too, Melissa," she whispered back, her eyes moistening - not with regret, but with happiness. "Love you so much." She pulled away the bra, Melissa's large breasts free of their cloth restraint.

"You're so beautiful," Kayce said, gently cupping her friend and partner's breasts, warm and soft, her nipples still soft, her areolae pink little coins. Melissa's breasts felt somehow perfect to Kayce, as though they were the perfect breasts on the perfect woman, and Kayce began to wonder if there was some force greater than even The Organization bringing them together in this way.

Kayce bent over further, and lifted up Melissa's skirt, tasting with her eyes how delightful Melissa's bare legs were. She unbuttoned the wrap around skirt, thankful that at least she wouldn't have to cut this piece of her clothing, as pretty as it was. She pulled it out from Melissa, slipping one hand under an upper thigh, to lift her ass up a little ways, until Melissa was left wearing only her panties.

Kayce and Melissa had been close, but Kayce had never seen her friend in the nude, and her excitement grew as she approached the last barrier to her friend's complete nudity.

"Melissa, I just have to make two small cuts to the front of your panties, and then I'm going to take them off you. I'm doing it because I love you, okay, baby?"

"I understand," Melissa said clearly. "I love you, too. Do whatever you want to me."

Kayce startled at Melissa's clarity of thought, looked into her eyes, and saw something more than a drugged patient prepped for the organization's brainwashing. She leaned down and brought her lips to Melissa's, the captive girl returning a fierce, passionate kiss to her partner.

With two quick flicks of the scalpel, Melissa's panties were made free, and Kayce slid them from under her full and plump ass. Kayce brought the cut fabric to her nose, inhaling Melissa's intimate scent, her own pussy wetting at the fragrance, and at the exposed view of her partner's tight, minimalist pussy, the only thing visible a tight slit, with a small trimmed bush.

Regardless of the circumstances, Kayce had never felt closer to Melissa, but she also felt no regret or guilt at what she was doing to Melissa. She brought over the Hitachi vibrator massager, and adjusted it against Melissa's clitoris. She turned it on to test it, and Melissa's body tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again as she adjusted to the shock of a vibrator on her sensitive, pink pearl, then began to feel an orgasm build inside her.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. Kayce turned it off - there wasn't going to be any shortage of orgasms for Melissa. Kayce had no idea how many orgasms she'd experienced when she was being 'trained,' only that they seemed to stretch over an infinite span of time.

Then Kayce gently placed the headphones over Melissa's ears, and gestured for a hidden technician to lower the HD tv monitor in front of Melissa, the images of girls and women making love together, in all its forms, already running.

The vibrator began its movement against Melissa's pussy, and Kayce watched as her body arched in extreme pleasure, her nipples now straining from the excess of delight coursing through her, her hips, limited in their movement, nonetheless quivering and rotating as she responded to wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

"She's very attractive," Kayce heard a woman's voice behind her shoulder. She turned, and smiled at Mary Ann, who leaned forward and kissed the blonde, her own brown hair mingling with Kayce's longer tresses.

"Yes, she is," Kayce said. Then, "Are you jealous?"

"Maybe," smiled Mary Ann. "She's your friend. She'll naturally gravitate to you, desire you, depend on you...serve you." Kayce shivered with pleasure. She had already begun to explore what decreased inhibition meant in the women trained by The Organization.

"Tell me, Mary Ann, was there ever actually somebody named Fu Manchu running this place?" She felt Mary Ann's fingers caress her midriff, and then slip inside her skirt and panties.

"It's time you were told, I guess," Mary Ann said. "No, there wasn't, just the shadowy image of an 'exotic oriental' to confuse our enemies and the law. It was a necessary construct, although it's pretty damn racist. We'd never do anything like that today. There's Timothy, of course, he's Asian and occasionally gets mistaken for the so-called 'Fu Manchu', criminal genius. But he's actually a computer programmer, though he does assist with other stuff."

"And of course, we've got three Asian agents, one Japanese, one Chinese and one Thai, but obviously they're female, since all of our agents are women, or girls. We ARE thinking of putting it out there that the power behind The Organization is now an evil German or maybe Russian, and definitely a capitalist of some sort. Everyone knows that capitalists are evil, especially the media. They eat that crap up." She laughed. "After all, we're capitalists too."

"Why do we exist as a business?" Kayce asked, slightly distracted by the slim, feminine finger sliding up her pussy. "I can see how wonderful it is to have your eyes opened towards lesbianism, and everything Sapphic, but what do we do when we're working?"

"What do you do?" Mary Ann asked.

"What do you mean?" Kayce asked.

"How do you make money?"

Kayce responded with a quizzical look.

"Umm, I investigate for people. Mainly financial stuff, sometimes a little cloak and dagger. Oooh, that feels good," she moaned, as Mary Ann's thumb stroked her clit, swelling with desire.

"And that's what we do," Mary Ann said. "We'll use your talents from time to time - Melissa's too - to advance our goals of being a powerful criminal organization. Sometimes we do good things. Sometimes we do bad things. But always, it's to make The Organization stronger. Some of our agents are just, I guess you'd call them 'normal' women - no investigative or martial arts or even intellectual super powers - but when we call on them, they help us in whatever way they can." Kayce turned to face Mary Ann, and the brunette's fingers could more easily stroke and fuck her new assistant's pussy to orgasm.

"Aaahhh," sighed Kayce. "Fuck me."

"Melissa's got another eighteen hours of this, just as you did, so we might as well go have some food, then retire to my bedroom. We can come back when the program changes to Phase 2."

"Mmmm, the sybian," Kayce said, remembering how the dildo swirling around inside her pussy had nearly driven her to insanity with pleasure, and a long, constant g-spot orgasm.

"Yes, and then the girls," Mary Ann said. "And once Melissa is reconciled to her new life, I'll present the two of you with your first assignments."

"One thing," Kayce said, as the two women walked away from their orgasming captive, Melissa.

"Laughlin's wife and daughter - what about them?"

"I was wondering when you'd get back to them," Mary Ann laughed. "In due time, my dear, in due time." She giggled as Kayce's hand caressed and held her shapely young ass as they proceeded down the hallway, enroute to Mary Ann's suite.

The building itself was a large, nondescript but modern looking multi-story, on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It contained a mix of rooms used for various aspects of The Organization's 'business,' as well as a good number of apartments used by members - again, for various purposes.

On the way there, though, Mary Ann stopped, looking out a picture window at a nearby community park, nearly deserted.

"See that?" Mary Ann said, looking at one of the wooden benches a hundred yards away from a public restroom.

"I just see a young mother with her baby," Kayce said.

"You see a lonely young woman looking for adventure," Mary Ann said, smiling.

"I doubt that," Kayce said. "She's got a baby, for gosh sakes. She's probably got her hands full, not getting enough sleep-"

"-A husband who's probably disappointed she doesn't have her former perfect shape,' Mary Ann finished for Kayce. "As I said, looking for adventure...even if she doesn't realize it." She turned to look at Kayce, her hands slowly running suggestively up and down Kayce's hips and midriff.

"C'mon, I'll make a bet with you...if I can seduce her, you owe me, and if I fail, I owe you. Plus, it'll give me a chance to show you one of our techniques for getting our way."

"Owe you what?" Kayce asked, intrigued.

"We can decide that later," Mary Ann said. "So, I take it you're interested."

"I don't think you can do it, if that's what you're saying," Kayce said.

"Good," Mary Ann said. "Now, let's get down to the park before she leaves."

****

We swept through the glass doors of the office building and down the sidewalk to the iron fence surrounding the block-sized park, walked to a bench near near the young mother, who was reading a kindle with one hand, while her other hand fussed at a thin blanket over her child's baby carriage, making sure it was shaded from the sun.

"Oh Liz, look at the beautiful baby," Mary Ann said, lightly cajoling me. I just looked at her. Liz?

The young mother looked over, and smiled shyly. "Thank you," she said.

"Oh could we see her, that's so sweet," Mary Ann said, approaching the woman, and holding out her hand. The woman was in her mid-twenties, and attractive in a girl next door kind of a way, a little overweight, probably from her recent pregnancy. "I'm Marcella," Mary Ann said, "And this is Liz," waving vaguely at me.

"Oh...I'm Jennifer," the woman said. She was overdressed as though she were allergic to the sun, a long-sleeved blouse and stretch pants, although the temperature was in the eighties, and a sunny day. She took Mary Ann's hand to shake it.

"Oh! Your ring pinched!" she yelped softly.

"Oh my gosh...it's the setting of the stones, it's loose...I've got to get that fixed before I lose them," Mary Ann, or 'Marcella' apologized. "I'm so sorry, I think I've got a bandaid here somewhere..."

Jennifer looked at her finger. "Oh, it's okay," she said. "It's nothing."

"And who is this?" Mary Ann gushed, fussing over the infant.

"Templeton," the woman said. "He's just six weeks."

"Oh, he's beautiful!" Mary Ann continued. "What a lovely child."

"Thank you," Jennifer said, a little flustered.

"Your husband must be thrilled," Mary Ann said.

"Yes," she said. "He tells everyone that Templeton's going to be a football player, just like he was," she finished. She was looking a little dazed. I supposed that the workload of being a new mother was getting to her - poor woman.

"Your husband thinks about himself a lot, doesn't he?" Mary Ann said softly. I looked at her, surprised at her being so forward, and rude.

"Yes, he does," Jennifer replied, shocking me even more.

"You could use a sympathetic woman to listen to your problems, to understand you, and give you the companionship that he doesn't," Mary Ann continued. I could hear the extra emphasis that she gave to the male pronoun.

"Oh yes, that's a good idea," Jennifer said, a little dazedly. "Whatever you think best." I had to work to keep my mouth from hanging open.

"I think you should go to the restroom with Liz, and let her be your intimate friend, while I watch Templeton," Mary Ann said. My jaw dropped at that, then a little further when Jennifer agreed.

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," Jennifer said, rising. Mary Ann took me aside and whispered instructions in my ear, as Jennifer waited patiently. I shrugged, and nodded. Then Jennifer and I walked toward the restroom, closing and locking the door behind us in the small bathroom.

"Sit down on the toilet," I said. Jennifer sat, looking expectant.

"You've really been lonely since you gave birth, haven't you?" I said.

"Oh yes," Jennifer responded, nodding.

"And you've been wondering what it would be like to be close...closer than usual, to another woman, since your husband has been so cold to you..."

"Yes," she said, reluctantly at first, but following it with, "Yes, he's been no husband to me."

"And so, you decided that you'd try it with me, and you invited me here, in this private, intimate, cozy place where we could make love." She smiled.

"Oh, I'd love it...please, Liz, love me..."

"Poor dear, of course," I replied, lifting her hand, and she rose and I took her in my arms and we kissed. Her lips were warm, and soft and so hungry. She had been starving for affection, and she wanted me - and I wanted her - we didn't care where we were, we had to have each other, complete our love which had been unrequited for so long...

Somewhere in the back of my consciousness I knew that didn't make any sense, but I dismissed the thought.

"Jennifer, I've wanted you for so long, to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to feel your warm and supple body on mine, to taste and smell you, to make you complete, to bring you to the heights of pleasure..." Her mouth was wet and sloppy on mine, as our mutual passion overflowed.

"Oh god, yessssss Liz, I so want to be yours, I've hungered for you for so long, please...fuck me!"

I began unbuttoning her blouse, her breasts were full, hot and overflowing with her milk. I undid her nursing bra and began suckling on her large pink nipple, her sweet milk so, so delicious streaming across my tongue and filling my mouth, as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Jennifer caressed my hair as I sucked, then whispered to me as her fingers stroked my ear.

"Let me taste my milk...from your mouth," she whispered.

I lifted my face to hers, mouth closed and pressed my lips again to hers, a gush of warm breast milk filling her mouth, as she drank her own hot bodily fluid from me, both of us cumming at once from the intimacy of our act. She moaned, her body twisting with pleasure.

"Oh god," she gasped, "I think I'm cumming! Is this really what it's like? Oh fuck, yessss!"

I slipped my hand inside her pants and inside her panties, her smooth skin against my palm, the thin fabric of her cotton panties against the back of my hand, her stomach moving in waves as she trembled and shivered with pleasure. My fingers pushed through her thick bush of pubic hair to the swampy wetness of her pussy, my fingers easily slipping into her hot pool of dripping female lubrication.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned. My fingers fucked in and out, reveling in her wetness and heat, the silky feel of her vaginal walls and labia, fat and plump, as my thumb stroked over her surprisingly small pearl, her clit ultrasensitive to my touch, her hips jerking with each stroke.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm cummmingg!" she crooned as I finger fucked her, her thighs squeezing spasmodically on my hand, her mouth seeking out mine, desiring our intimate kiss at the height of her pleasure. We fucked for minutes like that, her breast leaking her sweet milk on my blouse, as her pussy thickly coated my hand in her hot pussy cream.

Finally, she began to slow her movements. She looked into my eyes, and whispered, "I want to taste your pussy."

"Have you ever licked another woman before?" I asked her. She shook her head. I shrugged again. "Sit on the seat."

She sat, as I hiked up my skirt. As I was about to pull down my panties, she brought her fingers to the waist band of my bikini panties, and began slipping them down my thighs herself.

"So pretty," she crooned, as she gazed at my small strip of bush and pink slit. She leaned forward, inhaling, smelling my pussy and crotch. "So fucking hot, so delicious," she whispered, bringing her face to another woman's pussy for the first time.

I felt her nose against my clit, jumping slightly from the shock, then her rough tongue lapping lightly over my labia, and a pause as she considered the taste of my fluid.

"Oh yesss," she moaned, bringing her mouth fully to my cunt, lapping deeply now inside my hot, tight slit, both licking up my fluid and forcing more by the delightful scraping of her tongue over my sensitive nerve endings.

"Oh god, Jennifer, eat me, eat my cunt, I'm so fucking hot and wet for you," I groaned, pleasure coursing through me, making it hard to stand. I would have preferred being in a warm, soft bed with this hungry and horny young mother, but I would settle for a public toilet as long as she kept bringing me pleasure, and I to her.

The sensation of her tongue grinding over my clit was driving me mad! She had no idea of the nuance of varying the pressure, and so she was just brutally fucking my clit harder and harder, like a giant cock smashing into a tiny asshole - and I was loving it! I didn't care how sore this bitch was going to make me, it was worth the fantastic fucking ecstasy coursing through my loins.

"Oh god oh god oh fuck fuck FUCK ME, just like that! I'm fucking cumming in your mouth, you fucking little mommy slut!!" I grabbed the back of her head and tried to pull her bodily inside my hot and dripping cunt - I was out of my mind with pleasure.

Finally, though, my clit became too sensitive for the surfeit of sensation she was giving me, and I pushed her away.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, looking hurt. I didn't give her time to say anything more.

"Stand up," I croaked.

She did, slowly - too slowly for me anyway - and as soon as she was upright I pulled her slacks down her legs, hearing a button pop as it was pulled off. I wrestled the pants leg over her shoes, even tearing them off her as I heard her giggle, then I pushed her down on the closed toilet seat, her hairy, hot bush nestled sweetly between her thighs, a nearly black nest of curly pubic hair.