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Friday afternoon, in the city, at the Dons Job Placement Center.
"Francine Smyth? Mr. Dons will see you now," the woman said as she poked her head in the door. The
21 year old brunette sat quietly, staring ahead unseeing in the small waiting room. The walls were
covered with employer brochures, fact sheets, and advertisements for job-skills programs. She had
come for an interview with the reputable agency, but her mind was now empty of thought. She didn't
move. "Ms. Smyth? Ms. Smyth!" the suited receptionist called. She entered the room, snapped her
fingers and clapped, trying to awaken Francine, who didn't move. The woman paused, and stepped out
of the room, closing the door. Over the next minutes the lulling, quiet music changed. The buried
subtext of the new melodies flowed on wings of song deep into Francine's wide-open mind. The notes
were at turns cloying, dangerous, instructional, sensual, threatening. They filled her ears and
took root beneath her waking self. Francine sat, still and silent, for the next two hours,
listening to the music, looking at nothing. Finally, it slowly faded, leaving her with a blurry
memory of an interview for a job she might really want. She startled when the receptionist - was
her name Jayne? - opened the door to the waiting room and said, "You can go now, Ms. Smyth." "Thank
you," she said, "Oh, excuse me, where is the nearest bathroom?" "Down this hall, near the back exit
to the parking lot." Francine thanked her again, and left through the door held open for her. She
caught Jayne looking at her strangely as she passed, and was surprised by a flush of arousal she
felt pass through her. That was followed quickly by a tinge of hard unnamed fear that made her
shiver. She shook her head to clear it and hurried down the corridor. Lost in strange thoughts, she
used the bathroom and touched up her makeup. She left, not noticing that her panty-hose and bra lay
discarded on the bathroom floor. The back exit was closer to her car anyway, and Francine felt a
vague reluctance to risk seeing the receptionist again if she left through the main entrance. She
opened the door onto the nearly empty back lot and stepped out. The interview had taken longer than
she had expected, and it was now dark outside. Two lamps lit the alley lot, one at the door that
clicked shut behind her, and the other just above her car. The security camera over the door
brought little comfort to the bleak scene. Francine started towards her car slowly, alert for
danger. She was half way there, when she heard a low male voice behind her. "Francine Smyth, I am
going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you and make you mine." Francine jumped and whirled to see who
had addressed her. Only shadows greeted her. Her heart started pounding, and she started backing
towards the safety of her car, keys at the ready. Through the buzz of apprehension she felt
butterflies dancing in her stomach - she recognized that feeling not as fear, but the stirrings of
lust. This alarmed her even more. The voice resumed from the shadows, too far too see, but too
close for comfort, chilling her to the bone. The voice floated around her like a drifting ghost
"You should know, my business is mostly legitimate. I interview men and women and get them jobs.
I'm actually quite good at it, as my track record shows. That's why you came. About one in every 20
or so people that come in are susceptible to the sub-music. Yes, I try it with everyone so I can
learn the statistics. A little project of mine. Most men I just wake up and send along - perhaps
with a suggestion or two to be kinder to women, or at least less boorish or chauvinist. Most women,
too I let go - not to my taste. Perhaps I suggest for them to be a little more adventurous or
uninhibited. But once every few months, someone like you, Francine, comes along. You're just my
type. Beautiful, susceptible. Firm hips I can grab when I drive my cock into you. Pouty soft lips
that will wrap snugly around my prick. Tits that will just overflow in my hands. A well toned body
and hot, tight belly I can fill with my spunk." Francine shivered at the casual coarseness of the
voice. She tensed ready to bolt. "You can't run. I'm going to fuck you and cum in you and take
you," the voice said, now off to her left side. Francine spun again to see nothing. She knew she
should be screaming and running, but she did neither. Prickles of fear raised goosebumps on her
skin, yet her insides were turning buttery warm. She gasped in dismay and distress as she felt a
trickle of her own lubrication start to drip slowly down her leg, realizing with confusion that she
was both highly aroused and bare under her skirt. "The messages buried in the music are subtle,
Francine - they snuggle into your unconscious mind and play off what's already in there. Right now
you are feeling a growing sense of fear and helplessness. The fear is probably real, the
helplessness and disorientation I put there, magnifying your most private emotions. You're also
feeling aroused. Getting quite hot by now I imagine. Your body wants attention, even needs it,
though I'm sure not from me. But I am the only one here." Francine could only half understand the
words through her rising panic. "You see, Francine, you're MINE!" the voice was behind her again,
too close. Francine whirled around again, but stumbled and tripped, landing on her hands and knees.
The pavement stung as she hit. She started backing away, but she couldn't move easily. Her legs
kept getting tangled in her skirt, slowing her down. The motion caused her lower lips to rub
together, sending shivers of excitement up her spine. "See how your body and mind are fighting each
other. Your pussy is soaked, isn't it? You're turning yourself on just by moving your legs. But you
can't let anyone have you, can you? That would be dangerous - you could lose... everything." She
barely managed to stand and run for her car. Her hands trembled as she tried to fumble the key into
the door lock. Just as it clicked she felt one strong hand grab her left breast and another her
right ass cheek. A hot breath whispered in her ear. "Boo!" Francine let out a short scream as she
yanked the car door open. But before she could move to get in, the hands groping her moved to her
waist and pulled her away, swinging her around, causing her to stumble and land on her hands and
knees again, facing away from her car, her skirt partly raised. She was dimly conscious that
whoever was behind her could probably see her inner thighs and her womanhood and that it was now
glistening wet with her own juices. "Ah just as I said. Your sweet pussy is ready for me, isn't it?
The rest of your body too. But your mind is screaming to get away. If only your mind had more
control." "Get away from me!" Francine yelled as loud as she could as she tried to get up from her
hands and knees. It came out as an urgent whisper. She righted herself and tried to get a leg under
her, but was shoved roughly from behind onto all fours again. She felt a pair of strong hands on
her hips and for a moment was paralyzed. The brief pause gave the attacker a chance to raise her
skirt the last little bit to fully expose her ass and dripping cunt. She frantically began to crawl
again, but the remaining hand grasping her left hip seemed so amazingly strong. It alone slowly
pulled her backwards. Her straining legs slipped, spreading winder with the effort to get away,
only succeeding in exposing and opening her even more, leaving her completely vulnerable. "Not so
fast, my little pussy. You're not going anywhere. Not until we've had a proper introduction. See
how even trying to get away from me somehow gets turned against you. You're spreading yourself open
so nicely for me I don't even have to ask." "OHH! no!" With a desperate cry she felt the hot touch
of a fat cockhead against her vaginal opening. It sent a shock of pleasure up her spine, and a jolt
of fear into her belly. She redoubled her efforts, concentrating on one lunge for freedom. Just as
she tensed for it, the other hand again grabbed her right hip and both hands pulled her back onto
the flared head of the cock as it slammed forward into her. "GAaaaiee!" Francine screamed in terror
and pleasure, delirious with fear and arousal. The cock that speared her cunt was like nothing
she's ever felt before. The thick head plowed her tight inner walls, stretching them as it pushed
passed, filling her steadily. Every nerve in her pussy came alive and resonated with the deepening
penetration. At the same time, she became even more frantic to get away. She knew that she couldn't
let this man fuck her. She was lost if he did. But it felt so good, and she couldn't seem to move
away from the penis now buried in her. She was impaled, helpless. "Ahhhh, yes. That's very nice
Francine. You're just as tight and hot for me as I thought. Feels good for you too, I know.
Horribly good. I can feel you squeeze me inside. Trying to push me out? Suck me in? Make me cum? Oh
I will. Don't you worry, I'll fill you up. Squirt myself right into your womb I will. You want
that? No? Can't let me have you, can't get away. What is a girl to do? Poor sweet cunny." "Unhh!
Uh...Gnnno.. NN..Nuh Hunh!" The cock pulled out and plunged back in, hard. Then again, and again,
taking up a savage rhythm of fucking that jarred Francine's bones and made her ass and breasts
ripple with each thrust. Her body sang out with pleasure as she cried out in anguish. She had to
get away - she couldn't let him cum in her! He spoke again in short sentences, sometimes grunting
with effort between them. Each period punctuated by a deep slam of his cock into her. "You like it.
I know you do. Hmph. And you hate it. But your body. Your pussy. Feels so good. Unh. Get away! You
have to. Can't let me. Cum in you. erh. No. You'd be gone. You'd. Be. MINE! After some minutes of
the terrible, wonderful pounding he stopped, holding his throbbing cock rooted in her.
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feel every glorious, terrible inch of it pulsing, pressed against the stretched walls of her cunt,
the head pushed almost to the end of her passage. He held her tight to him for several heartbeats,
then loosened the grip of his hands. She sensed a chance to get away and quickly surged forward,
almost reluctantly pulling off the hard cock. But it was only a deception. Seemingly effortlessly,
the hands gripped her again and slammed her backward onto the rigid pole, the underside of the
prick dragging against her sensitive flesh. Francine wailed. It felt soooo good! But she had to get
free! She lunged forward again, harder this time, only to be yanked back and impaled again. She was
losing her sensibilities now, repeating efforts that had already failed. "Ahh....Ahhh. Yess,
Francine. Keep trying to escape. I'll keep pulling you back. Ah! That's nice, isn't it. Ahh. Under
more normal circumstances, You'd probably be able to get away. I'm not really pulling very hard
anymore. It feels very strong to you, I know. Far too strong to resist. Run away, Francine! Get
away from that awful cock. Ahh! Before its too late!" Each time she thought she could pull away
just a little harder. Each time, her ass smacked back against his thighs with a wet slap and his
bloated balls bounced up against her clit, and she was stuffed full of cock. She let out mewls and
short cries of unwilling passion as she was repeatedly fucked onto the rod. She did not notice the
grip on her sensuous hips get lighter and lighter as she shoved back onto him. Soon only the
slightest twitch of his fingers caused her to lunge back as if he had yanked her with all his
strength, skewering herself on his rock hard cock again and again. "No... please.. ooh! hhh! nnnn!"
Francine was now moving almost by rote. After a minute or two more the hands did not even need to
hold her. She was jerked forward and back as if he was still gripping her and ramming her back onto
him. Her mind was a whirlwind of desperation and arousal. She felt she was being force-fucked by an
unyielding grip, but she alone now shoved herself onto the huge cock without any more physical
coercion. "Good, baby. Good. Fuck yourself on me. Fuck me. You have to. Get away, but I pull you
back and fill you. Yessss." "Nah! ah! aah! NAAh!" Her voice rose higher and higher with each
plunge. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, so raw and powerful. The cock in her felt so
good. But she was starkly aware of a nameless pending horror that came nearer and nearer with each
thrust into her. The man's free hands slid up her waist under her blouse. They stroked up her sides
up to her breasts, caressing them and rubbing across her nipples. Francine gasped between animal
grunts at the unexpected touch. Her mind momentarily could not reconcile the new touch of hands on
her tits with the iron grip she still felt ramming her back onto the phallus. In reaction, she
moved her right hand up to investigate, still fucking back with her muscular thighs. Her tormentor
settled back just a little on his knees, adjusting his position to allow even deeper penetration as
she sank back on him. Her eyes widened at this. It made her feel that his cock had suddenly grown
within her, pushing further into her most intimate depths. "Feels good doesn't it Francine? So good
you can't let it stop. But you have to. Your body is lost already. I have made it betray you. See?
He intercepted her right hand with his and brought it up under her blouse to her breast, brushing
her hand over her own aureole and nipple. He made her squeeze it, massaging and pinching her nipple
with her own fingers. To Francine it seemed like her hand was now somehow stuck to her breast, and
she couldn't control her fingers' motions. The more she tried to pull her hand away, the more it
gripped and pulled at her tit. He continued holding her hand at her tits, gently manipulating it
until it, too continued without his touch. He kept his left hand fondling her other breast, and set
his right hand sliding back down her side, around to her flat, heaving stomach. Slowly his fingers
began to work their way under the waistband of her skirt, progressing a bit further each time she
slammed back on his pole. "Oh... God... Oh.. God.. Ohgod" In Francine's perception, she kept trying
to lunge away from the cock, only to be yanked back until the head thumped against her cervix, and
now her own hand was out of her control, pulling and pinching at her breast, seemingly both breasts
at once. "Good, Francine. Give yourself to me. Soon now. Not much longer. Feel me. Feel me take
you." Francine was desperate, and getting tired. Sweat dripped from her skin and juices of lust
oozed from her pussy as she continued what she believed to be efforts at escape. She was also very
close to orgasm. Something she both craved and dreaded with every fiber of her frazzled being now.
Every intake of breath was a gasp, every exhalation a wail of mixed fear and pleasure. "God, I just
love this view. You've got such a fine round ass. And it looks so good rising and sinking on my
cock. You know, If I lean back a bit, I can see just what I am feeling - your pussy lips stretched
tight around me. It feels like your cunt grabs my cock and swallows it all by itself, over and
over." "nnnNNOoooOOOoooOOOooOOOooooOOOOooo.." Francine shuddered at the lurid descriptions of what
was happening to her, still unable to get her body under control. Dragged back onto the prick again
and again. Filled with pleasure and lust with each impaling shove. Her back arched instinctively,
and her head turned up as if she were howling at the moon, though the sexy, fearful sounds she
emitted were far from howls. "Mmmmmm. I'm almost ready to cum, my darling pussy, my little fuck
girl. I can feel my balls boiling. Can you feel them slap against you when you hump back on me?
Very soon now. You're close too, aren't you? I can feel you changing. You still need to get away,
but your body is getting ready to cum. I feel it hot and sweet." "NOooooooooongggghhhh!" His
creeping hand was now through the tangle of her pubic hair, starting to tease her clit just a
little. Now the voice was growling, strained. He was holding himself back. "One last thing. And I
want this to be perfectly clear, Francine. In the end it will be your choice." With that, the
fingers of one hand pinched and pulled at her nipple while those teasing her pussy rapidly and
intensely frigged her tiny erect clit. Francine drew in a deep breath and trembled in ecstasy. Then
both hands pulled away and disappeared as the assailant leaned back on his haunches and waited.
Francine was on the edge. She burned with pleasure and terror. She needed to get away. She knew the
nameless dread was upon her, but still she could not break the iron grip driving her onto the hot
cock, and still she could not free her hand from rubbing and pulling at her sensitive nipples. Then
a sensation like lightning coursed from her breasts down her belly to her clit and cunt. The shock
of pleasure at her most sensitive spot sent her completely over the edge. She jerked forward. In
the instant of her orgasm, the cock was almost completely pulled out of her, head resting just
inside her inner lips. Francine experienced a moment of crystal clarity. For a flash, a fraction of
a second she was aware of everything... The music had drawn her in, mesmerized her cum She
desperately needed to be fucked cum She couldn't stand the thought of being taken cum She would
belong utterly and completely to the man that came inside her CUM He wasn't holding her! She was
fucking herself onto him! But now she could get away! She had complete control, could break free
before he could react CUM!! She chose. "AH! NAH! NAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEE!" Instead of pulling away,
Francine shoved herself back and down with an anguished cry of ecstasy and defeat, impaling herself
again on the fat cock as her pussy spasmed in orgasm. Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through
her, and she screamed over and over at the sensation, her body rigid and tense. Francine came like
she never had before, crying out with each wracking spasm, rising to a crescendo as she felt the
bloated cock expand further and pulse deep within her, ejaculating spurt after spurt of hot semen
deep, deep into her because she had made it cum. After a minute her orgasm began to subside.
Feeling the phallus buried in her twitching in after-cum, Francine had a brief panicked instant,
when she _knew_ she had lost her chance for freedom. She had given it up for the price of a climax.
A low moan of anguish escaped her. The realization soon faded to a dim dread, though, as a mental
cloud descended around her and she became aware that a man had just cum inside her. She was now
his. Completely. "Good girl. Good girl, Francine. You chose well, my little pussy. My sweet cunt.
Very well. You all do, don't you. Once you get that hot, all you little cunts really want is a
pussy full of cock and cum. Yes, I know. You know the best part? We get to play this little game
every time we fuck. And we'll be doing allot of that over the next while, every way you can
imagine, and many you can't. Until my net catches another fish. Then I'll find you a job. One that
pays well - with one of my... special clients. Remind me to call Forester about Jayne tomorrow,
will you? That's a good girl." "Now lets pull ourselves together, get into you car, and you can
take me home. We can get to know each other. Then maybe I'll take you up the ass. You'll like that
too, as much as you loved this." The still semi-rigid rod gradually withdrew from her and Francine
shivered, feeling hollow and empty in more ways than one. Slowly, almost in a daze, Francine stood
up, straightened her rumpled clothes and headed to the car, unlocking the passenger side as she got
in. She waited for his door to slam shut. They drove off into the night. She never looked at his
face.
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