A Cop Too Far (Mf Ff, Mdom, drugs, MC, preg) Homer


Little by little consciousness seeped back into the
addled brain of Agent Barbara Black.  She thought it
must be afternoon.  The night seemed so long ago; she
didn't remember much about it.  She closed her eyes
again, feeling good - relaxed and ...  satisfied.
That was it; she recognized the feeling.  She had been
fucked last night and totally sated sexually.  The man
who had bedded her must have had a prick the size of a
donkey and the stamina to match to do this kind of
job on her, she  reflected dreamily.  She had never
felt quite so zonked so many hours later.  But where
was she and what kind of man could fuck her so good as
to make her blackout the last 10 12 hours.  In fact,
how long had it  been?  She realized she had no idea
of the time.  Deliberately, as if drugged, she
attempted to look  at her watch.  Her right arm didn't
respond.  With mild annoyance, she realized her hands
and feet were bound to a bed with soft but strong
bands.

Mild annoyance?  Why wasn't she incensed? Outraged?
Could a night of even the best sex alter her normally
take-charge personally?  Could a man's prick pounding
her senseless -even several times -make her so docile?
She had to reconstruct what had happened!  Slowly it
started coming back to her.

*****

Barbara remembered sitting in the Agency van with her
partner Carol Burk while waiting for the agreed time
to make the arrest of the drug kingpin, Nick Botero.
It had been a strange, sexually charged conversation.
The weird part began when Carol had asked if she
didn't sometimes tire of being tough and domineering,
especially with men?  Particularly with men since most
criminals were male.

"Not really," she had said.  "In fact I rather enjoy
exercising power over men.  I comes in handy in my sex
life.  I have Robert very well trained.  I show him
some tit or wiggle my ass art him, and he is incapable
of saying no to anything I demand of him." she
laughed.

"That's just it.  If your boyfriend does only what you
tell him to do, you already know you will enjoy it.
He can never take you to places you don't already
know."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't you think it would be fun to be
submissive sometimes, let a powerful man run you sex
life, make you do things *he* wants you to do."

"Not my cup of tea, or yours either, I thought,"
Barbara said eyeing her partner strangely.  Carol was
infamous as a heartbreaker.  None of her boyfriends
lasted long and many were near suicidal when Carol -
inevitably - tired of them and dumped them.  But while
the torrid affair lasted, Carol could keep a man very
happy.  Still, now that Barbara thought about it,
Carol did seem more subdued lately.  Most unlike
herself, she hadn't been bragging about her latest
conquest.  Barbara and the other women working on the
Agency's secret project surmised that Carol was
finally in love, but no one knew anything about the
mystery man who seemed at last to have pulled the
reins in on the wanton Miss Carol Blake.

"Speaking of tea, have some more," Carol said.
refilling Barbara's cup from a thermos.  "It'll soon
be time to go get Botero.  To bad he's a narco
kingpin.  Have you seen him?  He's cute and built like
a bull.  Sometimes when I have him staked out, I
wonder what it would be like to have him in me.  I'll
bet he fucks good!"

"Carol!  Don't talk that way."  Barbara was not
shushing Carol just on principle.  In fact she had
suddenly become aware of a kind of restlessness.  Damn
Carol!  Her sexy talk about dominance and submission
and being taken places she didn't want to go was
getting Barbara horny.  She wouldn't admit it, but the
fantasy of fucking Nick Botero was good enough that
she felt a familiar wetness in her pants.  Usually,
she juiced up like this only after some serious
foreplay with a lover.  How could Carol's mindless
chatter have turned her on like this?

"Why not?"  Carol persisted.  "Just because he's a
criminal doesn't mean he wouldn't be fun to bed."

"Just shut up!" Barbara snapped.  It was all she could
do to keep her mind on the assignment and off of Nick
Botero's body which was, as Carol had said, "built
like a bull."

At the appointed time the two women were ringing the
bell of Nick Botero's luxurious apartment, financed
with money from drugs, extortion and kidnapping.  He
didn't have much longer to enjoy his ill-gotten
wealth, Barbara though.

"Nicolas Botero?" Barbara asked according to formula.
"I am placing you under arrest.  We have a warrant."
Barbara stated firmly.

"A warrant?  How unnecessary.  I am always happy to
receive a visit from two such lovely ladies. Please
come in." he replied with a broad smile.

Why did Botero seem so un-surprised and unconcerned?
If he had been tipped off about the arrest, he could
have escaped, Barbara thought.  Puzzled by his
reaction and disturbed by her own reaction to the most
beautiful man Barbara had ever seen, she stumbled
through the recitation of rights.  "You have the right
to remain silent ..."

Nick just stood smiling at Barbara, no almost leering
at her until she finished.  "That's nice, but don't I
have any other rights?" he grinned.  "Like the right
to be body searched by a beautiful policewoman?"

"Oh, he's right, Barbara.  Better search him for
hidden weapons," Carol blurted out.

"Don't be ridiculous!" she said.  A body search was
against procedures and Carol knew it, but the thought
of running her hands over the beautiful hard body of
Nick Botero was too wicked to dismiss.  Nick
immediately leaned against the wall supported by his
upraised hands in an most obliging manner, clearly
liking the idea.  "Go ahead, Barbara.  Look, it turns
him on!"  Barbara hesitated, but the opportunity to
run her hands over his powerfully muscled body was too
good to pass up.  She frisked her hands up and down
his torso and then bent to feel his sculpted legs,
allowing her hands to go all the way up to his crotch.
Nick moaned softly as Barbara "accidentally" brushed
his genitals.

"He has a big bulge there in front, below his belt.
You'd better drop his pants to check that out,
Barbara.  It could be something dangerous," Carol
giggled.  Barbara's heart was pounding.  She realized
that it was indeed 'something dangerous' and she knew
better than to let Carol goad her into doing something
foolish.  But she was so turned on,... she did it
anyway.

"Drop your pants," she ordered.  Nick complied with
haste.  When he proceeded to let his briefs fall to
the floor as well, Barbara gasped.  He really was hung
like a horse.  Never had she seen such a dick. She
fought the desire to take Nick's rapidly hardening
prick in her hands ....and lost.

"Oh, baby" Nick moaned.  "You do know how to handle a
man!"

"Look at that erection, Barbara.  You've got him
going!  Don't you want that prick in you?  I'll bet
you could fuck him and make him confess.  Go on!"

Barbara could not understand why she was so horny, why
she couldn't resist Carol's outrageous suggestions,
but she was.  She and Carol led the unresisting man
into the bedroom and ordered him to lie down.  She was
paralyzed by the sight of his huge erect penis.

"Go on, mount him." Carol said.  I'll help you out of
your clothes.  Nick grinned up at Barbara as Carol
quickly stripped her partner.  As Carol finished
pulling down Barbara's panties, she ran a hand into
Barbara's pussy.  "Oh, baby, you're so wet.  Get on
and to give that prick a ride; you need it."  Carol
took her hand and guided the now rutting partner to
the criminal's bed.

Barbara tried to be rational in spite of the almost
insane urge to impale herself on this monster.  She
would ride Nick to a long slow orgasm, the way she did
Robert when she wanted to fuck him senseless.  Carol
was right.  She was in control.  She would toy with
him, prolong his agony and once he had come, she could
do what she wanted with him.  But almost as soon as
she felt the criminal's long hard prick slide up deep
within her, she realized her plan wasn't working. An
orgasm started to build up in her that made it hard to
think.  "Slow down.  Slow down," she told to her self,
but her hips had other ideas.  Fighting her
overpowering arousal, she began to loose control.  She
felt her orgasm approach and began to bounce wildly up
and down to hasten it.

Suddenly, just as she was about to come, she felt
Nick's powerful hands clamp onto her hips and plant
her firmly against his loins. Barbara struggled, but
couldn't get enough friction against her clit to keep
the orgasm building.  She cried out in frustration.
Immobilized, she couldn't continue to fuck him.  She
wanted to fuck him; she needed to fuck him!

"Slow down, woman," Nick said in an infuriatingly calm
and taunting voice.  "I think you're way too excited
to be doing the fucking.  I'd better take over.  I
know how to make it a lot more fun!"  And before she
could do anything, Nick had removed his prick and
flipped her onto her back.  For a moment she was
stunned by the loss, but then she realized what had
happened and started to struggle.

"You're not going anywhere darling," Nick said and
inserted three fingers that made her boil anew with
lust.

"Oh you like this, don't you Ms Cop Woman?"  He
grinned as Barbara efforts to escape only resulted in
her thrusting up against his cock.  Soon they were
replaced by the writhings of a woman on the brink of
orgasm  "You're so horny you're going to come for
Nick, aren't  you?"  And with a  flick of a finger
against her clit the criminal stud brought Barbara to
a mind-shattering orgasm.  She couldn't think,
couldn't move as wave after wave of ecstasy poured
into her fevered brain.

"Nice, huh?  Nick finger fucks hot sluts real good!
Well then let's take you on another kind of little
ride!" he said.  Before she could recover from the
first one, his magic fingers brought a second orgasm
boiling up between her legs.  Heart beating wildly,
gasping, Barbara screamed and thrashed as Nick made
her come again.

She wasn't thinking very well now although his fingers
slowed to allow Barbara to breathe, to come down
slightly from the back-to-back orgasms.  He continued
to play with her sex slowly, keeping her at a simmer.
"Damn, you're a messy bitch," he smirked, "Every time
I get you off, you leak girl juice all over my nice
clean sheets.  I guess I'm going to have to stop
diddling you, not let you come again, OK?" he asked,
not varying his rhythm.

She wanted that lazy manipulation her pussy to go on
forever.  Barbara could only moan and shake her head
'no.'

"No?" he grinned.  "I didn't think you wanted me to
stop.  A horny little slut like you needs to come and
come again. Well, then, I'll just stuff something up
your cunt to keep all your juice from running out.
What do you think I should use to plug you?"

Barbara couldn't believe what she heard or what she
replied, "Your cock, please.  Put your cock in me!"

"My cock?  Excellent idea.  And where does the horny
Cop Woman want Nick to put his nasty cock?"

"In me, you bastard.  Plug it in my pussy!" she
gasped.

"Like THIS?" he asked as he thrust in nine-inch pole
into Barbara's waiting slit.

"Ahhhhiiiiii!" the impaled policewoman wailed as her
pussy was suddenly penetrated and filled by Nick's
massive love tool.  Instantly yet another orgasm
cascaded over the devastated lawwoman..  Grinning with
satisfaction at dominating the horny cop, Nick began
to methodically ram his cock into her gushing cunt.

"And now that I'm in you, what do you want me to do?"
the smiling drug lord whispered.

"Fuck me! Ohhhh yes!  Fuck me," she pleaded, totally
out of control as another and another climax washed
over her.  "Please fuck me!" she writhed until she
felt Nick's huge member slid in and out of her. He was
in no hurry.  He fucked her methodically, accelerating
at times to make her scream with ecstasy, then slowing
down to prolong her pleasure.  Barbara was delirious
when she at last felt Nick's orgasm begin as well.  A
banshee shriek reverberated in the apartment as Nick
unloaded his sperm into the helpless policewoman's
cunt.  As she felt his hot jism bathe her womb, a
final cataclysmic orgasm hit her like the narcotics
her violator sold.  The Agency's top drug fighter sank
into unconscious bliss.

That was the last clear memory she had, but she was
pretty sure that Nick had roused her several more
times that night with tender kisses of her nipples and
gentle fondling of her sex until he could hump her
again.  Gawd! it made her horny again just to think
about it.  She supposed Nick had tied her to the bed
after the last pummeling.  She had been so completely
knocked out by his fucking she never knew a thing.

*****

"Well, how are you feeling this afternoon, Barbara?"
Her reverie was broken by the appearance of Carol at
the foot of the bed.

"Carol!  Gawd, am I glad to see you.  What happened?"

"Don't you remember, honey?  Silly you thought you
could overpower Nick Botero with sex, but he is too
much of a stud for any woman.  I guess he sort of
turned the tables.  You were so hot that once his
marvelous prick was in your pussy, you lost it, baby.
He made you come so many times you passed out!

"Awful!  Anyway, untie me.  Let's get out of here.!"

"We can't let you leave so soon?  That would spoil the
fun."

"Carol!"  Barbara's eyes grew wide with horror.

"Of course I work for Nick.  How else do you think we
got you here?  He sent Vic to make me one of his
girls.  Looks like he intends to do you personally."

"Carol, don't say that.  You've got to help me escape
from here."

"You can't escape, honey.  Besides, why would you want
to?  Where else will you get the round-the-clock sex
you need?  No one but Nick can see that you get it."

"Round-the-clock sex?"

"Yes.  While you were still unconscious from letting
Nick fuck your brains out, one of his doctors came
this morning and implanted a testosterone capsule
under your arm.  The hormone diffuses steadily into
the bloodstream; it will keep you constantly horny as
long as you're here.  Nick will come to you every few
hours and give you relief, but not without a price."

"A price?"

"For you, a very high price, the gradual loss of your
free will."

"Impossible!"

"Not at all, Honey.  That's how they enslaved me.  I
had gone to a bar one night after getting off duty,
looking for a little action when I started to feel
really raunchy.  I found out later the bartender had
been bribed to spike my drink with testosterone, like
I did your tea last night.  In just a few minutes I
was sitting there wetting my pants.  When Victor, one
of Nick's hunky goons came up to me, I was ready for
anything.  He had hardly begun to chat me up when I
felt his hand under my skirt.  I knew I should have
pushed him away, but it felt too damned good.  As he
stealthily walked his fingers up towards my crotch I
might still have been able to stop him, but I just
closed my eyes and hoped he would go all the way."

"I needn't have worried.  When his fingers slipped
under my panties and into my slit, it was definitely
too late.  With just a few strokes he made me come the
first time right there on the barstool.  Then he
whispered to me if I wanted some more.  I was still so
horny, I followed him to his car like a puppy on a
leash.  In the car as we were driven to Nick's
hideout, he pulled down my panties and ate me till I
was coming non stop.  By the time we got there, I was
delirious.  That night he must have fucked me four or
five times.  I hardly knew who I was the next morning.
In a few days - remember my 'flu' a few weeks ago? -
Victor had me totally under his control.  All it takes
is poking me with his prick several times a day; I
love it."

"I won't let any man do that to me!" Barbara said
defiantly.

"Not as easily as I did, perhaps.  I was practically a
nympho anyway.  It was easy for them to make me a sex
slave.  You're a stronger woman.  But you can be
mastered, too.  Every time Nick puts his prick in you
and forces you to a screaming, wrenching climax, a
little bit of your 'you' will disappear. You will
endure it, then tolerate it, then enjoy it, then look
forward to it, and finally crave it, girl!
Eventually, you will do anything he wants, happy just
to be the woman that gets his cock in you regularly."

"But why?  What does he want from us?"

"From me, nothing more.  I brought you to him.  From
you he wants the identities of all the women whom the
Agency has infiltrated into the Cartel so they can be
eliminated ...  or enslaved like us."

"Never!" Barbara spat.

"Maybe you need a demonstration." said Nick Botero who
had entered the room without Barbara seeing him in the
gathering twilight.  "We'll see if you don't feel more
cooperative after I put this in you," he went on,
dropping his pants and bringing out his massive cock.
"Women get much more docile when they're full of cum,"
he grinned.

Barbara was momentarily transfixed by the sight of
Nick's 10" prick, but managed to tear her eyes away to
glare at him.  "You can rape me Nick Botero, but I
will never tell you anything!"

"Rape you?  I would never do that, Barbara.  It wont
be necessary.  You are a highly sexed woman; I don't
need to use force to have sex with you.  I'm going to
turn you on.  I am going to make wonderful love to
you," he replied seductively as he sat down beside her
on the bed and reached for one of her tits.

"Don't touc .....  Ohhh!"  Barbara flinched as a jolt
shot from her pleasured nipple.

"See how responsive your titties are, Barbara. This
won't be rape.  You are going to enjoy it too much."
Barbara wanted to curse him, but couldn't deny the
pleasure in her boobs as Nick toyed with them. She
could only moan when he started sucking on first one
tit and then the other.  If she could have torn her
attention away from the heavenly sensations in her
breasts, she would have felt her pussy starting to
juice up.

"Barbara, I love these big sensitive tits, the tits of
a woman who enjoys having a man feel her up. That's
good.  I want you to be nicely turned on, my love.
You're going to be so hot when I finally fuck you."

"Stop...  that" Barbara murmured unconvincingly.

"Gladly my dear.  I think there is somewhere else, you
would rather be touched, right?" Nick taunted as he
slid a hand between her legs.

"Stop, you bastard, don't touch me th ...  Aggggggghh"
Barbara's protest was interrupted by a blast of
ecstasy as Nick's finger easily slipped into her
dripping snatch.

"Barbara, your naughty girl, this pussy is so
deliciously wet.  Have you absolutely no control of
your desires, my dear?  I could fuck you now very
easily.  But that wouldn't be as much fun for either
of us.  Open your legs for me a little more so I can
play some more with your pretty pussy.

"No!" she moaned, but quite against her will, Barbara
felt her self responding to Nick's hands as they
pushed her legs apart.  She felt so vulnerable, and so
turned on.

Nick's hand was now deep into her defenseless pussy
doing wonderful things.  Schlacking noises came from
between her legs and he worked his fingers deeper into
her sloppy snatch.  Soon she felt an orgasm begin,
She tried to fight it, to fight him, but his fingers
were sliding in and out, in and out...  She started to
moan.  "What a minx you are, Barbara!  You love to be
diddled, I see.  Well, don't be embarrassed.  It's
perfectly natural for a woman to get off on a man's
fingers.  You're so close dear... Just let yourself
go, darling and COME!"

"No, Gawd  NO!" she screamed as she felt herself
falling into a pit of pleasure.  She lost it
completely as Nick made her climax at his command.
Barbara shook from the force of the waves of pleasure
that crashed over her.  She probably blacked out
momentarily.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal.  As she
fought to recover from the forced orgasm, she didn't
know which she hated more, Nick for the unwilling
pleasuring, or her own body for betraying her.  But
even as she tried to compose herself, Nick's fingers
were not idle.

"Good girl, Barbara.  You came hard.  You know how to
take pleasure from that beautiful body of yours.  But
once is not enough for a sexy woman like you, I don't
think.  Would you like me to make you come again?"

"NO...  no...oh  OH ...yes..  YES!" she groaned.  As
worked up as she was, it took Nick only moments to
bring her again to the brink..."Oh, you like this
don't you my dear.  You are getting so close Barbara,
so close.  You are ready...to ...  COME!"

A final flick of his finger against her clit pushed
the aroused policewoman over the edge.  Again!
Helplessly, humiliatingly, her body again ignored her
conscious efforts and responded to her captor's
command and touch.  He slit was flooded with come as
she screamed incoherently.

Barbara was only half conscious as Nick began speaking
again.  "Oh, Barbara baby, it's so easy to make you
come on my fingers  Are you ready for ME", he teased
as he slid his cock into her open and unresisting
pussy.  The sensation was incredible. She knew she
should be struggling against the his penetration of
her sex, but it felt too good.  Damn he had done a JOB
on her and she wanted it, like last night!

"Yes, please, yes!  I need it.  fuck me.  Fuck me"
Yes! ...  YES!!  Deep.  Nick's ten inch cock was
driving her to new heights of sexual pleasure.

"Come for me Barbara, Come!"

The orgasms blended into one another and her body
climaxed again and again.  She thrashed her head from
side to side and shrieked out her ecstasy.  "Yes
Barbara.  You're getting fucked so good   You're
coming so good.  There's just one more thing you
need.: a big    load   of CUM!"  Timing his own orgasm
at the peak of Barbara's excitement, he shot his hot
semen deep into her.  It triggered the biggest orgasm
of all and she collapsed unconscious.

*****

When she awoke she realized she was no longer tied,
but an intense  lethargy held her in the bed. She
again felt the peaceful afterglow of a another night
of vigorous sex.  How could this be happening to her?
She had let the druglord Nick Botero fuck her again
last night.  She despised him, but she couldn't deny
she had been well fucked although she remembered
almost nothing.

"Good morning, Barbara" said Carol cheerily as she
wheeled a cart of food.  "You must be starved. What
with Nick's visit last night, you seemed to ... forget
about dinner." Carol remarked with a raised eyebrow
and sardonic smile.  Barbara was, indeed, feeling
famished, not having eaten in over 24 hours.  The
breakfast was substantial, cereal, eggs Bennedict,
croissants and coffee.  Carol joined her.

"Nick says to thank you for the tip about Fresno's
interception.  He will be able to work around that."
she smiled.

"What?" Barbara gasped.  I told him that?"  It was a
trivial piece of information, but when did she
disclose it?  Her eyes grew wide in horror.  Did she
tell anything else?

Carol could read her like a book.  "As I told you
yesterday, when a lady had been well sexed and then
well fucked, she gets in a very agreeable mood.
Somewhere between your forth and fifth orgasm, Nick
just left his stiff prick in you and you started
babbling like a magpie, mostly silly office gossip,
but a few useful tidbits came out.  And, no, you
didn't say anything about the infiltrates.  He didn't
even bother asking.  He knows it will take a lot
longer before he can make you talk about that.  The
next few days are really just to soften you up, get
you used to being easily sexed.  Just relax and enjoy
it.

Barbara started to cry.

"There, there, baby," said Carol sympathetically.
"It's not so bad, here.  The food is good, the sex is
good..."

Barbara continued sobbing.

"Barbara honey, I know you are feeling bad.  These
last two days have show you a different side if your
personality, the side of a woman who enjoys submissive
sex.  And I know horny you can get with the hormone
implant when Nick isn't around.  I want to give you
something to help.

Barbara stopped whimpering for a moment in curiosity.
With a little fanfare Carol held up a vibrator, a nine
inch shaft with little knobs. "This will help you pass
those lonely hours," she said with a smile.  'And get
you more quickly addicted to sex,' she didn't add.

Barbara recoiled in horror.  "That's disgusting,
perverted!"

Carol laughed silently.  Who  would have thought that
Barbara would be so uptight about sex, especially
seeing how she howled when Nick got into her.  But she
had a job to do, so she continued soothingly.  Nick
wanted her mind to be butter.  "No, it's not, honey.
It's just a toy that big girls play with when we don't
have a boy to play with us.  I use mine to come when
Vic isn't around to put the wood to me.  I know you're
horny, honey, and Nick won't be back for hours. Let me
show you how it works."

Barbara looked unconvinced but didn't protest.  The
testosterone had a firm grip on her.  Carol sat on the
bed by Barbara and slowly pulled up her dress. She
didn't have on panties; none of the women at Nick's
headquarters were allowed panties.  Carol noticed a
small intake of breath as she bared her pussy to
Barbara who seemed mesmerized by the seductive sight.
Good!  That would come in handy, later.

The vibrator began to hum as Carol touched it to her
labia.  "I like to tease my self , pretending it's a
real prick timidly noosing its way into me.  Uuuhh. It
feels good.  I'm getting wet."  Carol wasn't lying,
she did enjoy the vibrator, but she watched through
silted eyelids as Barbara stared.  She was hooked!

"Oh Vic, yes!  Put it in me.  Stretch me with your
giant prick.  Oh, I love having you in me.  Fuck! Fuck
me,"  It wasn't Oscar quality, but good enough for
Barbara who watched fascinated.  Carol even managed a
mild orgasm.

"Now, would you like me to try it on you?" Carol asked
when she regained her breath.

"No, I don't think ...;Uhhh" As Carol had hoped,
Barbara had *said* no but found her body had other
ideas.  Slowly Carol pressed the pseudo phallus into
the horny, confused woman.

"You're already wet, Barbara.  That's good, makes it
easier to get it deep into you.  Open up a little more
from me honey, it will make it better." Barbara's eyes
were closed and she was sighing as the pleasure
gradually swelled in her belly.  "When it's all the
way in, you start moving it in ...  and ... out, ...
in ... and ... out. Imagine it is Nick.  You are
getting fucked, ...  so good.  You want it to go on
and on. Nick is a wonderful lover and knows how to
please you.  He feels your orgasm approaching and
starts fucking you faster.  He knows how bad you need
sex. He knows just how ...  to make you ...  COME!"

The room was rocked by another of Barbara's now
familiar wails as the orgasm blasted away her senses.
She did not really feel Carol take her hand and place
it on the base of the vibrator.  "So good, baby,"
cooed Carol.  "You needed that.  You needed a good
come because you are sooo  horny, still so horny, but
you can pleasure your self, Barbara."  Carol was
guiding Barbara's hand to move the still humming
vibrator in and out or her pussy.  "That's the way ...
just fuck yourself good.  Good ...  You can do it"
Carol smiled as Barbara was starting to move the
vibrator faster.  That's it baby, ... COME"

The self induced orgasm was softer than the one Carol
had brought her to, but it still shook her. And her
hand had started to move the little machine again.
Carol withdrew, listening to Barbara's sighs already
turning into moans.  When Carol looked in on her a
half hour later, Barbara lay with her eyes were closed
and her legs splayed and empty smile on her sleeping
face.  Time for the next step.

Lunch was a treat.  After the orgasmically induced nap
in the morning Barbara felt as good as she had since
her capture.  She didn't like knowing she couldn't
leave, but for the moment, there was nothing to be
done about it.  It could be worse. Carol brought a
delicious salad, and loads of finger foods.  The first
bottle of wine disappeared quickly and Carol opened
another.  Barbara didn't realize the she was drinking
more than her share.  By the end of the meal she was
quite high, just as Carol had planned.

"Ohhh" she giggled.  "That was soooo good. Ssorry, I
think I'm a little tipsy."

"Me, too" Carol lied, taking Barbara's hand. "And a
little sleepy," Carol added.  This she knew would
resonate with Barbara whose wine had a mild sedative
in it, not much; she didn't want Barbara to go to
sleep, at least not too soon.  "Do you mind if I lie
down with you and take a nap?"

"Uh, no," Barbara replied with a dopey little smile.

Carol stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse,
letting her knockers out in full view.  She knew that
her horny and slightly drugged ex-partner would be
unable not to admire her beautiful if modest tits.
"Might as well get comfortable," she added, letting
her skirt drop and wiggling her hips seductively.  She
was now more undressed than Barbara who had been given
a short shift as bedclothes.  She walked, no she
slinked around the other side of the bed and slid
under the sheet.  Barbara who was still sitting up in
bed looked down at her, puzzled.

"Slow.  Slow," Carol said to her self.  "She wants it,
but she doesn't know it yet.  Let her find out
gradually.  This is seduction, not rape."  She looked
up at Barbara through silted lids, feigning
drowsiness.  "So sleepy..."

Carol grinned triumphantly.  Slowly Barbara's normally
bright  eyes were growing dull as the wine the
sedative and her own words took effect.  "Yes, I guess
I need a nap, too," Barbara said, her speech slightly
slurred and she slid down beneath the sheet.

"I'm sorry you still aren't happy here," Carol said
with mock sympathy.  "I though you would like it by
now."

"But I ...  we are prisoners." she started to sob
again.

"Yes, but such lucky prisoners to have big men to take
care of us, especially down here."  Carol lightly
brushed Barbara's pussy, looked deep into her eyes and
kissed her.  Carol was counting on the drug to slow
down Barbara's reactions and was not surprised when
nothing happened.  Barbara's first instinct was to
reject the overture, but she hesitated.  The kiss
lingered and became more passionate.  She realized to
her horror that without thinking she was cuddling
close to her passionate companion and kissing her
back.  Her tongue and Carol's were writhing together
like love-sick snakes What was happening to her?
Maybe it was the wine or that blasted implant.  She
had never done anything like this before.

Before she could react, Carol slipped her hand under
Barbara's shift and took possession of one of her
tits.  "You have such wonderful tits' Barbara honey.
Much bigger and more sensitive than mine.  How I envy
you," she whispered.  With practiced hand she massaged
Barbara's quickly hardening breasts, worrying her
nipples until her partner was moaning with delight.
"You're horny, aren't you baby.  Would you like me to
get you off?  Cuddle with me and I will make you feel
good, honey."

Barbara wanted to say "No," but the bolt of erotic
sensation that shot through her left her weak, too
distracted.  In a kind of erotic daze, Barbara allowed
Carol gently to lean on top or her and begin sucking
both her sensitive jugs in earnest.  "You just need
more than a man can give you."

Her head swam.  She felt giddy, totally overpowered by
lust.  This was totally wrong.  She had never allowed
a woman fondle her tits but she loved what this
beautiful mature woman was doing to her boobs so much,
she couldn't make her stop.  Her breath was short and
she felt a warmth almost like liquid fire growing
inside her.  Gawd! she was about to come and the woman
hadn't even touched her cl ...

"No!  NO! Aiiiiiii" Carol screamed.  Her body was
rocked by an intense orgasm as soon as Carol had
touched her pleasure button.  She may have blacked out
for a few seconds.  When she opened her eyes Carol was
staring down at her lovingly.

"That was good, Barbara.  You needed pleasuring,
didn't you?"

Barbara could only look up at her in dazed confusion
and nod her head 'yes'.

No, this could not be happening to her, but then she
felt the Barbara's lips on her lips,....  the 'other'
ones.  Oh no,    oh yes!  She was going down for a
woman!  No woman could have forced apart Barbara's
powerful thighs, but Carol found only slight
resistance as she gently opened Barbara's pussy to her
kisses.  The aroused and panting policewoman could
only moan when she felt Carol's tongue invade the
temple of her self.  All questions and self doubts
were suddenly washed away by another orgasm, as Carol
gently sucked on her clitoris.

Barbara lost track of time as one orgasm after another
claimed her.  At some point she saw or rather sensed
Carol had turned around in the 69 position, placing
her pussy just above Barbara's face.  She had never
done this, but in a orgasmic daze Barbara reached up
and pulled Carol's dripping crotch to her mouth and
began to drink her copiously flowing slit. Soon she
was rewarded when Carol yelped and came, drenching
Barbara's mouth and lips with her pungent love juice.
This triggered another of Barbara's orgasms  and then
another as Carol persistently tongued her slit and
toyed with her clit.

As one orgasm blended into another, Barbara forgot
where she was, who she was, totally submerged in the
giving and receiving of pleasure.  Then - suddenly? at
last? she was aware of Carol's rapturous face gazing
down at her.  "That was good, Barbara. Your body is
full of pleasure.  Now you must sleep."

Somehow, Barbara realized that something was wrong,
insane.  Her beautiful betrayer had just seduced her
and fucked her senseless and was now putting her to
sleep  She had to fight the overwhelming drowsiness
the warm comfortable feelings of post orgasmic bliss.
She needed to resist...  to think!  Then she felt
Carol's magic hand move within her pussy again and a
wave of renewed desire swept over her.  There was no
way she could refuse.  The orgasm this time was not
instantaneous.  She felt it build up slowly,
inevitably.  But when it burst over her, she was
utterly vanquished.  Full of sedative, sated and
exhausted by the repeated climaxing, Barbara
immediately fell deeply asleep in Carol's arms.

Carol smiled at her unconscious ex-partner. Plans were
proceeding smoothly.  Barbara had now seen that she
was powerless to resist sex in any form. Nick could
take her and her body willingly responded. She could
not pass up the chance to orgasm with the vibrator.
And now she had learned of a weakness for other women.
Three damaging blows to her self image as an
independent, woman who would take direction from no
one.  It should take only one more, the most
devastating, to break her completely.  That one would
require a few more days.

*****

Days, a week? two weeks? passed.  Barbara could not
keep track of time.  They kept her in a haze of sexual
pleasure.  It almost became routine. She awoke from a
night of lovemaking with Nick still horny. Left alone
after breakfast with Carol, she found she needed to
masturbate using the vibrating dildo Carol had given
her.  Sometime she fantasized it was Nick slowly,
persistently fucking her.  Other times she thought of
Carol eating her, never her boyfriend whom she could
hardly remember.  She looked forward to lunch and
making love with Carol afterwards.  And by night ...
Nick came to her, spoke to her gently, and filled her
with his wonderful cock.  Carol was observing
Barbara's will dissolve day by day.  They were waiting
for the appropriate physical signs.

*****

"That was great.  I'm stuffed," Carol giggled one day
after lunch when she and Barbara were spooned lovingly
together.  Carol was tenderly cupping the hard breast
and teasing the erect nipple of the sleepy, horny
woman, working her toward a soft orgasm.

"Me too," agreed Barbara.  "Shouldn't we be exercising
or something?  We're going to get fat."

The conversation she had been waiting to initiate!.
"Oh, we don't have to worry about that, honey, Nick
and Victor are old fashioned men.  The don't want
anorexic women.  They like girls that really look like
girls.  You're already perfect, with your big
sensitive tits, firm round ass and nice wide hips -a
'man's woman.' Of course, I don't need to worry,
weight gain is entirely natural."

"Natural?" Barbara asked, puzzled.

"Sure.  Look at me."  Carol pulled her shift up to her
navel suggestively.  "Can't you see?"

"See what?" Barbara asked, genuinely perplexed.

"My tummy, silly.  Well, maybe not yet, maybe it's
just too soon.  My period isn't very regular, but I'm
pretty sure.  I'm weeks and weeks overdue," she
smiled.

"Carol, what are you talking about."

"I wanted to tell you first," she giggled.  "I haven't
even told Victor ...  yet ..." Carol's eyes glowed.

"You don't mean ...?"

"I think so.  I'm pretty sure.  Victor told me he was
going to make me pregnant.  Looks like has put his
baby in me the way he promised!"

"Carol!  That's awful.  Some how we'll escape or be
rescued.  When you get back to the Agency..."

"Agency?  I'm never gong back to the Agency.  Victor
is going to take me to his hacienda.  I will have
hundreds of servants.  He will give me many children
and I'll be his Se¤ora."

"But how could that happen?  Aren't you on the pill?
You were always fucking your boyfriends like a minx
and they never got you pregnant?"

"Of course I was on the pill, then.  I was just
screwing around.  But Victor took my pills away the
first day.  He doesn't believe in artificial means of
contraception," Carol said somewhat by rote, as if it
was something she had been taught to say.  "And he
sure don't practice abstinence!" she giggled.  "He
wants me pregnant.  He says I'll look really sexy with
a big round belly and his baby inside me.  You can bet
for the last month or so Victor has been keeping me
pretty full of semen.  He likes me to point my heels
to the ceiling when he drills me; says it helps the
sperm get down into the womb better.  I know it makes
me come like crazy.  The way he has been fucking me,
he just has to have knocked me up!"

Barbara was staring at Carol in a state of shock.

"What's wrong, honey. You shouldn't be surprised. It's
no different with you.  I'm sure Nick has the same
plans for you.  Have you been taking your pills?  I
haven't seen Nick using condoms!"

Now Barbara's shock could only deepen.  She had no
idea where her birth control pills were.  How could
she have forgotten them?  She quickly tried to
estimate when she had interrupted the medication.
Ovulation would occur within a couple of weeks of
suspension of the hormone treatment, but she did not
know how long she had been here, how long Nick had
been shooting his seed into her womb.  She was or soon
would be totally unprotected.  "No! NO! No!" she
screamed.  "It can't happen.  I can't let myself get
pregnant!"

"We don't have anything to so with it, darling.  It's
entirely a physical process.  What we think we want or
don't want doesn't matter.  They will nail us because
we can't control our desire for sex!  I've seen how
your body responds to Nick when he fucks you.  He's a
powerful, virile man.  Instinctively you wrap your
legs around him when Nick is filling you with his cum.
That helps the semen go deeper into you, makes it more
likely his sperm will fertilize one of your eggs. And
the way he is able to give you those powerful multiple
climaxes every time he sexes you, means that
unconsciously, you have already decided he'll be a
good father.  Your body is getting ready for
impregnation and a climax makes sure your silly little
mind doesn't get in the way."

"By the way, this isn't just for Nick's fun.  You know
how docile pregnant women are with the fathers of
their children.  When you have a little Botero in your
belly, you will tell Nick everything he needs to
know."

"No, I can't be!" Barbara almost screamed.

"NO, if it will put your mind at rest.  You aren't
pregnant yet," Chantal replied.  "We are monitoring
your bodily functions carefully and we would know.
But we believe that you will soon be at the peak of
your fertility cycle.  You should find making love to
Nick the next few nights very interesting!"

"I won't!  I won't let him ..." Barbara shouted.

"Won't let him fuck you?  Since when?  I've seen how
you waited for him eagerly every night.  You crave
that big cock that fills you, gives you that orgasmic
high that neither my tongue nor your vibrator can.  I
say you will spread your legs for him and let him fill
you full.  We'll see if you can give up sex for the
weeks needed to be sure you don't get caught," replied
Carol calmly.

That conversation with Carol terrified and enraged
Barbara.  she steeled herself against Nick. She
remembered all the innocent women whose lives were in
jeopardy if she broke.  She stoked her rage at being
held captive.  When Nick came in that night, she was
ready.

She didn't know it, but so was Nick.