Future of Porn

“(continued from Watching the Zabernians Chapter 1)”

Jasper went through the gate. He was feeling back to normal now he was away from the exhibitionist couples. He could wander around the amphitheatre and select a place to watch the Zabernians and relax as the introductory performers played to the arriving audience.

He walked along the short path across the park towards the amphitheatre. The amphitheatre was down, built into the dip of the park so that watchers on the hill behind could watch and listen to the performance, although they were not inside the amphitheatre. He was rising up the hill amongst the gradual flow of fans. The amphitheatre walls were low, disappearing under the hill where the hill rose above it. He headed towards a nearby gateway on the side of the hill. His path graced over the hill and fell into steps leading down into the gate. As he crested the hill he could see over the wall of the amphitheatre into it. The amphitheatre dropped downwards quite steeply, it seemed to Jasper, a long way down to the large raised stage at the bottom. He was slightly left of centre to the stage. He could see the crowds gathering down below in the amphitheatre. Most were crowding on the lower levels, near the stage, to be nearer the band, but many chose the atmosphere of sitting (or standing) on the higher levels for the feeling of being high above the performance and the crowds. The view was fantastic. Beyond the stage Jasper could see over the tiers of levels and seating for accompanists and dancers, down into the heart of the city itself with its tall skyscrapers and pleasure domes, high walkways and architectural excess.

The amphitheatre was full now, the flow of new bodies had ceased. The gates to the Park must have been shut. Entrance to the amphitheatre would be shut for safety. Anyone still out in the park would have to watch from the park.

There was a lull before the concert began. A supporting band of musicians were playing to warm up for the Zabernians. They were not an orchestra, their soothing sounds created mainly by keyboard, with supporting traditional bass, guitars and percussion. They were expected to create an atmosphere, but not to give a climax which would compete with the Zabernians. The music was not too loud, so people could talk.

All the people around him seemed to be in groups, chatting amongst themselves. Jasper wished he had come with friends, but when he had made his decision to try to attend this concert he had been on his own, deep in the artistic endeavour, in his panoramic towerblock room. He was engaged on his own projects for a couple of days, and had made no plans to link up with anyone. He could not be bothered to contact anyone for the gig. He often appreciated the chance to go to places on his own, so that he could appreciate the atmospheres without interruption. A Zabernians gig was something he didn’t need friends for. Sometimes when he went to places on his own he had better adventures than when he was cocooned amongst familiar friends.

Feeling slightly alone he was free to observe others and to soak in the atmosphere without the disturbance of familiar thought patterns. On his left reclined a young couple. The girl looked comfortable in the safe protective arm of the long haired young man. They were chatting quietly, so quietly that even though they were so close to him he could not hear what they said. It was obvious that they were lovers. They had an air of maturity in the way they talked.

Behind him on the row above was a group of four or five teenage girls, probably about 18 or 19. Young and excitable they were chatting excitedly in mock argument, out for some fun. They were not the kind of people Jasper would normally have expected to see at a Zabernians gig. He doubted they would see the gig through to the end, as they were a bit younger than the average fan and probably had short attention spans. Jasper hoped they wouldn’t disturb his concentration on the band too much. They would probably leave part way through, and find some other entertainment elsewhere.

“Hey mister long hair. My friend says she likes you,” said the girl with the loudest voice. He momentarily thought about moving, but quickly decided that would make him look silly, and he didn’t want to feel that he had given in to these young girls. That would have spoiled his day. He would give them sufficient civilised attention to get them to leave him in peace and hope they would not disturb him too much.

“That’s a very kind thing for her to say. Thanks,” he smiled, taking on his best exemplary parental role. It was an appreciative response without seeking to get involved in conversation. What was he supposed to say to such a comment? What sort of response did they expect. He turned his head back and looked down into the amphitheatre, trying to concentrate on the support band.

From behind there was a slight giggle. The spokesgirl said, “She means it you know. We weren’t joking.”

“Don’t,” laughed another girl, no doubt the supposed admirer, probably the intended victim of the ‘joke’. “He wants to concentrate on the music.”

“I don’t know if she meant it. If she did it was a nice thing to say,” he tried to end the matter again. They were quite good looking girls, slim as young women usually are. The spokesgirl was a particularly attractive smallish blonde girl with an angelic face and very smooth tanned skin. Her attractiveness helped to explain her outspoken confidence.

“She did mean it. You said it didn’t you Sall?”

“I did say it, but I didn’t mean you to pass it on. It was between friends. I didn’t expect she was going to disturb you mister, I’m sorry.” Sall was actually quite a nice young woman, thought Jasper. In different circumstances he was sure he could have got on with her. She seemed genuinely embarrassed, and apologetic. She was slim, tall and quite gangly, with long brown hair, which framed an attractive fresh face. Her legs were long and shapely.

“What do you think of her then mister, now you’ve seen her?”

There seemed to be no end to the spokeswoman’s cheek. An answer seemed to be required. He could not ignore these girls unless he wanted to be really rude and move somewhere else. “She seems like a nice girl.”

“You see Sall, that means he likes you. I can tell. I can see it in his eyes.”

“Don’t Marga, you’re embarrassing me. Let him watch his concert and we’ll talk about something else,” said Sall.

Two of the other girls agreed, “Don’t be a nuisance Marga.”

Marga continued undiminished, “Mister, if you like her you could have her while the gig’s on. I heard what she said about you, and she really fancies you. If you get the horn up while the gig’s on just turn around and signal. She’ll be sitting on you before you have time to ask. And if she doesn’t I will.”

Jasper didn’t know what to say. If he’d met these girls in a night club or a sex club he might have expected this kind of approach and launched himself into action, but this wasn’t the time or the place. What he had observed had not set him up for the kind of activity she seemed to be suggesting. It wasn’t the time or the place. He felt like saying that young females who were only just starting their sex lives would be better looking for it elsewhere. This was a Zabernians Concert and it wasn’t appropriate here. He wasn’t sure that Marga meant what she said. She was the type who might say anything and not mean it. She was probably just winding everybody up, himself and Sall, creating a bit of ‘fun’. But he did have a hunch that perhaps she did mean what she said. Later in the gig, if she couldn’t persuade her friend to make a go for him, she might do it herself. Teenagers, girls and boys were well known to get very excited about sex in their years of initiation into the adult sex life. Many flaunted themselves on older adults in those years of exploration, until they began to control their sexual appetites or lose interest. A Zabernians gig was not the place where he would have expected to find newly adult ‘girls’ on their teenage sex adventures.

Jaspernon said sensibly to the teenagers, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve came here to watch the band. If I wanted sex I would have gone somewhere else today.”

“Okay mister it’s a free world,” said Marga, ” but if you change your mind half way through the gig we’ll still be here. I can see you’re here for the music.” She asked him if he had seen the Zabernians before, and he was able to tell the girls about the times he had seen them before. The other girls and Marga did seem to lose interest and began joking amongst themselves about some recent sexual adventures, but Sall did seem to be interested in him, because she listened to everything he had to say about the Zabernians, and his own musicianship. She even asked him where he lived and about the jobs he’d been doing recently. He decided he did quite like Sall, even if Marga was a nuisance. Sall was quite mature for her age, and he began to think he would not mind her company later if she was really interested.

While they talked and the support band played on the light began to disappear. Stage lights came on, which made the rest of the amphitheatre seem suddenly darker, and he felt less conspicuous to the people around him. The time for the Zabernians appearance was approaching. Groups of people on benches below and to his right seemed to be getting excited or restless. Some got up and went to the main aisles in search of alcoholic drinks, or pick me ups so they would be able to sup while they watched. Some people exchanged tablets of various stimulatives or mind enhancers so that they would be better able to appreciate the music. Jasper was dismissive as Sall asked him what he thought of these drugs.

“I can see little value in them at a Zabernians gig. What more do you need than the music itself, anything else just muddies the mind,” he explained.

“I have never tried any of those pills,” said Sall, “have you?”

“Yes, I’ve tried a few. Their effects can be interesting, but it’s dangerous to develop a dependency. I won’t try any more. I don’t need them.”

“In a society which allows free sex for all adults why should anyone need drugs. Sex is surely the best drug anyone can take,” said Sall profoundly.

“And music,” added Jasper, wondering at the same time how the conversation kept returning to sex without any effort from himself. These girls were a few years younger, he reminded himself.

“Jasper,” she tried to get his full attention, just as the Zabernians began to walk on stage with their instruments. There was a fanfare. The nine band members, long haired, some bearded, strolled casually across the stage while the audience cheered its admiration. “Can I come and sit next to you?” she said. Casually they began to make music - strings, keyboards, chords and notes, coming amorphously form nowhere special, gradually fusing into a more coherent whole, punctuated by vocal harmonies.

Jasper was only partially aware of Sall’s question. He didn’t answer it, but she climbed down onto his bench anyway, and rested her arm around his back, leaning close against him. He didn’t object; she seemed a very nice girl anyway. Despite being fairly mature for her age she was still an immature girl to him. She was not showing great interest in his favourite band - the Zabernians, at this moment, but perhaps she was being less childish than he. He could not disagree that it felt good to have the warmth of a woman up against him at this moment, even if she was a lot younger. There was an empathy that he could not deny. He did not need to be in a full blown sexual mood to be glad to have her cuddling against him. It was good to go places on your own because occasionally you met people you would not meet if you were with old friends. He relaxed and listened to the music at the same time as he laid his own arm around Sall.

The music floated up from below, wave on wave. Jasper soon found his mind floating with relaxation and pleasure. The music was lifting corners of his brain which had not been touched for a while. Unexpected chord changes seemed to fit, rhythms which caught him off guard and kept him interested. He wondered if the ‘girls’ would understand it. Sall was resting against him, her head on his shoulder. He would have thought she was asleep if she was not gently massaging his right flank in tune with the music. She seemed to be understanding the music because she was doing it tastefully and it was not distracting him. It added to his pleasure and the full sensation of the music. The massage was like another instrument, caressing his brain. He gently massaged her left flank occasionally when the rhythms of the music encouraged him to do so. He did not want to get her too excited and spoil his enjoyment of the Orchestra, but there seemed no need to be concerned, she seemed to be in no hurry to deepen the sexual experience, but enjoyed the mere closeness with a man she knew she could make love to later. She was proving to be quite mature.

Jasper looked over his shoulder. The other girls were quiet and behaving themselves, seemingly absorbed in the music. Then he realised Marga wasn’t sitting in the same place. Distracted again he looked around for her. Marga was not far away. Unable to sit for long, she had climbed up a couple of pews past some couples, towards some men who he had not noticed earlier. She must have started talking to them and asked to sit with them. They seemed only too happy to oblige her. To Jasper’s surprise the loud mouthed teenager had unfastened her cardigan. She must have dared one of the men to undo her bra, for it was nowhere to be seen. One of the men was feeling her ample breasts. With a shudder of the shoulders another man drew the cardigan off her. In an attempt to avoid further distraction Jasper turned back to his favourite band and the young female keeping him company.

The feisty tongued young lady preyed on his mind however, because he found he could not concentrate on the music, which washed up the hill towards him. There were things going on closer to hand which screamed out for his attention. He wanted to squeeze Sall harder and feel her slender shape, and at the same time he was drawn to the breasts he had seen just a minute before, Sall’s seductive and naughty friend Marga. Remembered images of the exhibitionist couple in the queue flashed in his mind also, the lovely blonde woman, who had so inspired him. That exhibitionist event had been a precursor to more, he now realised. He had the heady feeling that he would not be able to remain unaffected by what was around him.

Guiltily he turned back to see what naughty Marga was doing. Seeing his distraction Sall turned to see also. A glance and he could see that things had gone much further than he could have expected. Marga had not only removed cardigan, top and bra to reveal her lovely chest, but her skirt and panties were down around her ankles as she sat on the bench. The evening was yet young, daylight was still strong, and yet she was doing what the exhibitionists in the crowd had done. She was making a spectacle of herself. One man stood next to her, trousers opened, proffering his outstretched penis, which the naughty girl had taken in her hands, pulling it towards her mouth. He watched as her mouth enveloped the tip of the penis and she used her head to pleasure the man. The other two men gathered around her like flies to their meal, one beside her on the bench, the other crouched on the ground below. The man next to her massaged her back and drew his hands down to where Jasper imagined her arse crack met with the rough bench. The man in front stroked her gorgeous little pussy already. She was still a teenager, but already completely shameless.

Jasper felt the surprise in Sall, gathered in his arms, when she turned and saw what her friend was up to. He did not know what to say to the girl. Sall did not take her eyes from what she saw, but gazed at it, as if weighing up the behaviour of her friend and the men around her. Her eyes met his and he still did not know what to say.

As the band played on Sall nestled into Jasper, soothing him with her soft body. She seemed to understand his need for absorption of the music, and so she soothed him gently, without distracting him, so he could enjoy both sensations at once.

Even so he was distracted, there was no help for it. A few minutes later he looked back to those benches, only a few feet behind, to see whether Marga was still sucking the same man’s cock. She was, but now she was on all fours on the bench, and was being vigorously shagged from behind by one of the men, while the other, sat below her, was massaging his own penis against her shapely breasts as he stroked her. She had lost all her clothes, and the audience around them had a show, which did seem to be better than the Zabernians.

The other young ladies nearby, Sall and Marga’s friends, were all partnered up now, some gently relaxed in the arms of their soon to be lovers for the evening; others were following Marga’s daring lead, already busily sucking at the hard stems which protruded from the pants of their chosen partners, semi or completely unclothed. Little piles of clothing dotted around on the benches near the engaged couples.

The loudmouthed Marga was now engaged upon the stiff cock of one of the men she had attracted to her, sat astride his lap, her hands massaging his upper torso as she rode him vigorously, another man’s cock in her mouth, when she could keep it there. One man had already spunked into her face, and it looked as if the second cocksuck would soon end like the first, as the man was busily wanking his stem, pushing it onto her mouth. He grimaced and whispered words of encouragement to the girl as his excitement mounted. The man who had already spunked roamed his hands over the girl’s buttocks, and traced the contours of her smooth skinned back as she rose and fell athletically on the other man’s rod.

All this should have been enough to distract Jasper from his music, but it was a common enough sight in Central City and Jasper was one for whom music held an importance perhaps equal to sex, perhaps even greater. He still tried to take in the musical textures. Whatever preferences the modern citizens had there was enough of both to go round for everyone.

The music played on, rising in rhythmic intensity now, pulsing more loudly from the platforms far below, emanating organically upwards through the levels of the massive stadium and into the heavens. The sky was dimming now and the lights set on stage were brighter. Jasper felt no impatience with the long programme. Every piece was new and unique. The pace of the music changed as the late afternoon developed into evening. The music had begun as a psychic stream of musical imagery, but now it proceeded as a throbbing and wild pulsating ratchet of rhythm and abandoned punctuation, rocking and funking into heights of crazed passion.

The audience below was stirring into impassioned physicality, taken by physical urges which varied from person to person, but in which common patterns could be observed. Down below nearer the stages most danced wildly to the music, unashamed of the extent of their passion. The music was like sex to them at this point, but it was not sex. They wanted it to go on driving them to new heights of dance expression. There was no need for these people of anything as commonplace as sex. Inevitably there were some down there in certain areas, or on the fringes at the back, who danced with their clothes off, in sensuous and sexual embrace with others of the same persuasion. For these people it was a sensuous dance of shameless sexuality, but it was not sex in itself. It was an exotic and erotic dance, but they were not actually engaged in the act of direct sexual stimulation. That would probably come later for these people. In this dance the music was predominant and a long sexual foreplay would end at some distant time in inevitable couplings.

Before Ferguson could do anything else Tammy whipped round and gave his panting mouth a mocking kiss, pushing his cum down his throat so hard that it made him choke. She looked up at him with spent anger, panting at her own exertions, before she whispered

“Swallow that, bitch.”

Tammy got off Ferguson and he saw Green stand over him. Green was calm despite the sexual thrill he had gained from seeing Tammy win. He looked into Ferguson’s face and said, “You lose Mr Ferguson. Run now and the police may not catch you for weeks.”

Ferguson rousted, in such a hurry to leave the battlefield that he fled the boardroom naked.

All the delegates at the table had been morbidly fascinated by the scene in the corner and now sat in stunned silence. Mrs. Winters had long since finished and now approached Green.

“Ah Mrs. Winters. So, in your opinion, who has the largest cock amongst the delegates? Who also has the smallest?”

“I think that is by far and away the largest is Mr Yates, sir. The rest are just minnows by comparison. The smallest is Mr James who I reckon is packing little more than four inches.”

“I see. I have the results of their guess on you, regarding your pussy and breast size. Do not expose yourself to them but come closer and raise your skirt to me so I may check.”

Mrs. Winters moved over to Green and, careful not to expose her buttocks, she raised her skirt. Green moved beneath it and placed a single, deep kiss, on her vaginal lips. He then stood and she undid her shirt, allowing him to feel her breasts for size. Green not only felt them but he also placed a single kiss on the end of each one.

“Now, do yourself up Mrs. Winters please.”

Mrs. Winters buttoned her shirt again. Green looked over to the male delegates at the table.

“Ok gentlemen. Line up in front of me and remember to take the box at your feet with you.”

The six men lined up in front of Green and Mrs. Winters, each placed their box at their feet. Tammy sat on the corner chair and watched with morbid interest.

“Mrs. Winters, we need to check their cock-sizes. Undress them completely please.”

Mrs. Winters had lost her inhibitions now. She made no secret of the fact she enjoyed slowly, mockingly, stripping those expensive suits to expose the bare-flesh beneath. She especially took her time over Mr Yates, admiring his toned bottom especially.

Green waited to speak again until she had finished.

“Ok Mrs. Winters. In each box there are handcuffs and a hood. Apply them to each man.”

When each man was helpless, Green took Mrs. Winters to the other end of the boardroom. He whispered, “You are a widow aren’t you?”

“Yes”

“Your husband was killed by a business rival, much like these men, but the police had no proof yes?”

Mrs. Winters looked shocked for the second it took her to remember to whom she spoke.

“Yes, 8 years ago. I have spent all my time in my work since.”

Green looked her in the eyes.

“I want you as my deputy. You are dependable but also open to my tastes. I will give you a cast-iron guarantee to delete your dossier and also to give you power over those six men down there, via their own dossiers, if you agree. I will also place the man who killed your husband in your power, without consequences.”

Mrs. Winters was stunned but Green, for once, seemed genuine. The idea appealed for revenge also as did the power. She agreed and Green embraced her warmly.

“I note you liked Mr Yates. Would you like to have him right now?”

Mrs. Winters flushed with desire.

“Yes please.”

Green led her down the office to the blindfolded men and motioned her to be silent.

“Gentlemen, my PA Tammy will now stimulate you to erection so we can check if Mrs. Winters was correct.”

As he spoke Tammy rose but Green indicated she should stay. He motioned to Mrs. Winters to go over to the men and she needed no second invitation. With a series of strokes and kisses, aided by the men’s own mental image of Tammy, she was soon able to prove that Mr Yates was the largest. The rest were similar with the exception of poor Mr James. Tammy pitied the woman who felt that pathetic specimen between her thighs and still had to fake excitement.

“Congratulations Mr. Yates” said Green “Your prize is to make love to my PA. Given your state, it will have to be doggie style and I will guide you over.”

With another gesture Green told Mrs. Winters to get ready and she bent over the table. Green guided Yates into her pussy and Yates made love to Tammy in his mind, making the physical love filled with extra passion for Mrs. Winters.

As Yates made love to Mrs. Winters Tammy could see her face and she recognised her own newly discovered feeling were being mirrored in those eyes. Mrs. Winters was feeling intense sexual power of a type she had never imagined possible. Tammy knew that Mrs. Winters had been reborn by Green and wondered if her own feelings were as permanent. Perhaps Connor could help her find out.

Green turned to the other delegates who, still shackled and naked, could only be hoping that things were now ended. Green spoke and shattered their illusions.

“According to the results from my laptop, Mr Kent was the closest in his guess of Mrs. Winters’ dimensions. Your prize, Mr Kent, is to make love to Mrs. Winters. Before we get you started however I am sure you noted that I have protected her from being exposed to any sense other than touch. For this reason I will deny you sound along with the vision you already do not have. Hold still and I will apply ear-plugs to you.”

Green approached Kent as he pulled the earplugs from his pocket. Careful not to raise the hood too much, he firmly applied them and rendered Kent completely deaf. He then returned to the room.

“Ok Mr James, as the least impressive male of the group you are excluded from this next exercise. Mr Kent is excused because he won the second prize. You other three are to sit down and I will form you into a triangle.”

The men sat down and Green arranged them into a triangle, freeing their hands from the cuffs as he did but still keeping them hooded. He placed one hand from each man onto the now flaccid penis of the man next to him. Green then silently beckoned Tammy to come over to him. When she did he whispered to her.

“As they come collect their sperm together and place some inside your vagina to claim them as lovers. The rest bring back to me.”

Green then addressed the sitting men as Tammy squatted near them.

“Ok gentlemen. You are average men, nothing special but no freak like Mr James either. Celebrate that which nature gave you in the most natural of ways, by orgasm. You are to masturbate the man you have in your hand to climax. Once you have his sperm in your hand you are to wait until it is collected and then rest. If a man amongst you fails to climax within 5 minutes then both that man and the man stimulating him will be thrown to the wolves. If you succeed then this is the last task you will perform and you are in for very lucrative careers. Begin.”

Tammy watched as they fumbled with each other and was both amazed and appalled by the power of the male’s sexual imagination. They must all be fantasising the situation away, moving into a more comfortable mental space, for they were all becoming erect easily. Tammy was stunned that even men with so much to lose and so much to gain, yet powerless at the hands of another, could perform. She knew she would never trust a man again when he claimed it was her alone that turned him on.

Tammy watched as the men began to writhe, clearly enjoying each other as dogs enjoy licking their own bollocks, and silently amused herself by placing a bet on which would come first. She congratulated herself as she got it right, with the youngest and most horny climaxing a good minute before his peers. Tammy then just placed her ear next to the other two in turn before closing her eyes to listen to their grunting. She wondered how many girlfriends had heard exactly the same noise and had congratulated themselves on their skill as a lover. If only they could see these men now.

Eventually all three men were sitting there panting, their erections fading and their semen ready for collection. Tammy placed some of their fluid inside her vagina, pushing deeper for the one who had won and most shallow for the last to finish. It seemed only right to give their respective sperms their proper place in the pecking order although they, like the men who had donated it, were horses challenging for a non-existent prize.

Tammy went to Green with the rest of the semen and he told her to wait. He went over to Mr James, who was still standing and waiting nervously as he heard the others wanking each other, and whispered to him

“Mr James, as the man closest to a women amongst the delegates you get a very special prize. You get to be the man I have. You will show your delight as I fuck you by screaming your pleasure constantly. You won this because you are one of nature’s freaks I am afraid and, as such, you were born to be dominated by more impressive males. My cock will pin your ass to the table, overpowering you and nature in one fell swoop. Let me guide you to your passion palace.”

Even though he wore the hood Tammy could imagine the look on Mr James’s face. She tried so hard to feel sorry for him and then remembered all the despicable things he had done, that had been listed so fully in his dossier and which now compelled him to comply. All compassion dissipated.

James was placed in a tight doggie-position. Green went to Tammy and whispered

“Place the semen of the others inside his butt as lubricant. With the exception of Mr Yates, the winner and a man I have given to my new lieutenant alone, I want every superiorly-endowed male to have a genetic part in fucking this runt.”

Tammy went over to Mr James and studied him. He was not only tiny between the legs but tiny all over, a real woman in a man’s skin. She imagined his lubricated anus would make a very realistic substitute for a pussy as she pushed the semen deep inside. Once complete, she stood to one side expecting Green to approach. Green in fact went over to Mr Kent and then beckoned Tammy to come across too. Once there she saw Green remove one of Kent’s earplug and heard his whisper

“Ok Mr Kent, time for your prize. Mrs. Winters is ready for you and I will guide you into a little foretaste of the pleasure that awaits you.”

Green beckoned for Tammy to lie on her back and guided the hooded Kent to her pussy, encouraging him to smell and taste it. Once done, Green whispered again

“Now, to protect Mrs. Winters, you are to take her anally. I want to introduce you to your channel of pleasure now. Kneel up for a second.”

Green indicated that Tammy should go on all fours, ass high in the air, and that her hands should stretch her anus wide. She complied.

“Now I will guide you again Mr Kent. I want you to kiss and lick the lady, to say hello.”

As Tammy felt Kent begin she gained another thrill, not from the touches which did nothing for her, but from the fact that this high-powered executive was literally kissing her ass in deference. Tammy felt the power-craving kick in again and then wondered if Green knew what he was doing to her, that perhaps the games he played with others were merely tools to warp her soul. The thought sobered her a little but the power craving soon took over again.

When Green was satisfied he gentled pulled Kent to his feet again. As Tammy stood up she heard him whisper to Kent, “Well done Mr Kent. You are almost at your promotion. Mrs. Winters is now getting ready on the table and I will guide you over there. From now on you will wear earplugs in both ears. When you get to her I will guide you to her anus again and you will kiss and lick her once more. This time she will be lubricated and the lubricant, I fear, is a little salty to the taste. Nonetheless I expect you to go deep on her and really thrill her with your tongue. When I am ready I will help you penetrate her anus.”

Green guided Kent over to Mr James, who was still in a tight doggie style over the table. Green placed Kent over James’s anus and watched as Kent really went to town, kissing James’s ass before pushing his tongue deep inside. Remembering his instructions from Green earlier James, who found the whole thing disgusting, began to moan as if he was having the time of his life.

Coming in at the correct angel, Green took James’s hand and placed it on Kent’s cock. Thinking he was now holding Green’s cock, James began to dutifully stimulate it. Kent thought that Mrs. Winters was showing her appreciation and slowly his arousal grew, making his cock hard under James’s motions whilst he continued to lick James’s ass.

Green took Tammy to one side and admired the view. Yates and Mrs. Winters were still at it and both appeared to be enjoying a good long screw.

“You see Tammy? We have two heterosexual men sniffing butt and about to hump like dogs whilst one heterosexual man, over there, is only humping her like that because he thinks she is you. A combination of threat and deceit, tied in with the shallowness of male sexuality, is all it took to create this little picture. That is the power of the sexuality I hold, male in raw power but female in cunning and that makes me very powerful indeed. One day, Tammy, you can have it too. It gladdens me to see you have already begun your first steps to embracing it.”

Green left the thought hanging as he guided Kent into James’s ass. James, upon penetration, screamed in mock ecstasy again whilst Kent thought he’s finally gained entry to Mrs. Winter’s body. He thrusted with gay abandon.

As Tammy watched the two couplings she reflected on all that had happened. Green had shown her the true pathetic nature of men, how easily they were deceived because they were already corrupt, yet he himself had never fucked her. It was a striking thought. Green had all the power yet had never forced her to do anything but fellate him this morning. Even that had more of a sense of marking his territory, with hindsight, than it had to do with release. In a room full of unrestrained men, Tammy knew Green had deliberately set himself apart. She could only conclude he was waiting for her to surrender to him for then he truly could own her soul as well as her body. Guild or no Guild, Tammy suddenly saw Green for the true monster he was at heart and it made her long for comfort, long for Connor.

Within a few minutes it was over. Green pulled the now happily collapsed Yates off Mrs. Winters and allowed her to become composed again. When Kent had fucked James to completion he separated the men and cleaned any excrement from Kent’s cock. Placing all the men back in a line he then allowed them to remove their hoods. As they blinked in the light they saw Green, flanked by Tammy and Mrs. Winters, standing as a sergeant to his platoon.

“Gentlemen you have performed well under a series of highly unorthodox evaluations. You have made me certain of my judgement in you and from this moment on you are to consider yourselves members of the new marketing unit. Your salaries will increase by 20% immediately and you will continue to receive handsome bonuses along the way. As long as you remain loyal to the team, keeping all matters secret between yourselves, I can assure you that you also have my protection. Nothing that would cause you pain shall ever see the light of day unless you breach my trust. Get dressed and go. Dismissed.”

As the men were dressing hurriedly Green took Tammy to one side.

“The rest of the day is going to be spent by me with Mrs. Winters. We need to talk. You are to go home and report as usual to me tomorrow. A very promising first day, Miss Squires. I think you have a glowing future here.”

Tammy almost beat the men out of the boardroom and did not stop hurrying until she was driving her car away. Her emotions were a roller coaster, her mind a blur but her quest was clear. Find Connor at home and talk to him.