A Chance to AdvanceChapter 30
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When he felt generous enough to divulge a few scant details to the layperson, the investigator equated his role in the procedure to that of a thunderstorm. Some storms fed dehydrated earth, allowing life to thrive. Other times, dead or decaying matter needed to be cleared for new growth to emerge. And some storms were so intense that they eviscerated everything they touched. He executed his duty with a concentrated force that evoked the merciful violence of a storm. From a certain viewpoint, it was beautiful.
Each investigator possessed many tools to examine and alter the mind. More rudimentary measures involved surgically extracting the afflicted tissue, but the results from such arcane methods often resulted in apostasy. The sudden change was too drastic. Psychology and pharmacological techniques could also be effective, but only to an extent. Despite the landmark biomedical advancements achieved in the 2030s, neurophysiology remained a relative mystery, a terrain that required delicate and relentless navigation.
The procedure itself existed in an oblique area that combined these various techniques. The force of the physical married to subtle whispers delivered through the advent of drugs and technology. Whispers used to strike the correct notes and caress the right chords, creating a new song that the mind could absorb. Music that left an imprint, carving its own unique valley as it took on an interpretation and life of its own.
The investigator examined each participant without judgment or passion. A clinician foremost, he always took a moment beforehand to compartmentalize his thoughts. Surgical precision. For the procedure to take a credible hold, it had to begin with the facts; more accurately, the participant’s perception of the facts. Even a slight deviation from protocol could cause irreparable damage to their psyche.
He had seen what could happen when things went wrong. Some minds simply shattered. Unable to cope with the dam breaking, the participant regressed into a catatonic state. Neurons and synapses sizzled away, similar to a light bulb filament burning out, leaving behind darkness. Some paths, once disrupted, could never be repaired or traversed again.
But this particular investigator did not specialize in darkness, he preferred light. He probed the mind with questions like tiny bolts of lightning, illuminating the memories to be snuffed out.
*
The investigator’s voice echoed through the loudspeaker mounted in the ceiling of a sterile exam room, metallic, “Participant JM4 – 9.5, do you understand the purpose of the procedure and accept its inherent risks and benefits?"
The woman replied in the affirmative with a clear, strong voice, “Yes, I understand the purpose and my judgment is not impaired. I accept the potential risks and benefits and choose to proceed."
“Very well. Today will be identical to your familiarization. Repeat the prompts verbatim. The procedure itself will recall your recollections. Do not obstruct their entry with emotion. Let them fill your mind and dwell there, unbiased. This will improve the odds of success.”
“I will try my best.”
"Recite your anchoring statement."
“A dim-dark emptiness emerged to reign…”
She took a deep breath, continuing, “…the offspring of needs interposed between needs interposed between needs interposed between unlit paths…”
She pushed to the end, finishing, “…and lustfully living amidst the lies, the deep vast vacuum swells.”
There was a brief respite.
He launched into the investigation, "Needs."
"Needs," she repeated.
A new fear had merged with her depression and dread to form a single churning wave that beat into her repeatedly every time his voice crackled over the speaker. She strengthened her resolve, remembering her purpose. Atonement. The investigator’s voice was robotic, but there was a calm authority in the timbre. There was something else there that she couldn't quite identify. Something omnipotent. It made sense. Here, they played God.
"Do you wish that you could forget? Needs."
"Needs."
She detected an accusatory undertone to his question and wondered whether it was her guilty imagination. Her lips moved automatically in repetition. Needs. The word lingered. Just like practice, she told herself. She had chosen her anchoring statement with great care. Each word had been selected to recall certain portions of her recollections. Per his instruction, she cleared her mind of emotion and let the memories play. It was like watching a film from another generation, centuries ago. The frames were tinged in a warm nostalgic haze.
"Was there a time when he fulfilled your needs? Needs."
"Needs."
They had met at a concert on the campus commons on a starry summer night. He approached her with a rare maturity that was bold, but honest. He wanted her, jesting and joking with no expectation of reciprocation. His merciless wit and inappropriate humor were punctuated by his ornery grin, a rare mix of cockiness and self-awareness that swept her off her feet, igniting an unmistakable push and pull dynamic between them.
"Why did you do what you did? Needs."
"Needs."
"Interposed.”
"Interposed."
She insulted and tested him back, trying to deny what she felt, but she could not ignore the wetness that spread through her panties as she sparred with him. Every sly grin and witty comeback made that wet heat intensify. He made her feel like the only person in the world. Every star, gust of warm wind, and shift of the earth was his doing, meant for her and her alone. She put up a fight, but the knockout blow had been dealt on his initial approach. After several drinks and a short skytran trip, she found herself anxiously ascending hundreds of meters to arrive at his shoddy apartment.
"What's it like to lose someone you love? Interposed."
"Interposed."
They danced to cheesy music and drank a cheap red wine that he pretended to know something interesting about. She teased him and he grabbed her tight, play fighting with her. She giggled like a teenager and then he kissed her. They lost their clothes in a hurry and she never forgot the look of horny wonder in his eyes when he saw her naked for the first time.
"Who taught you to feel sexual pleasure? Interposed."
“Interposed."
He was inexperienced, but his attentiveness and passion made up for those shortcomings. Their first coupling was haphazard, but enjoyable. When he dove between her legs, he explored her with filthy curiosity, unsure of his technique. His assured patience relaxed her. His tongue treated her glistening lips and engorged achy bud like a canvas to be painted. Every brush, flick, lap and swirl more deliberate than the last, finding the perfect pressures and combinations. Her body gently instructed him and he listened. She cried out his name as he guided her to her first orgasm.
"Do you long to have your heart understood? Interposed."
“Interposed."
Her legs were still shaking when he climbed atop her, slipped his cock between her breasts, and guided his tip up to her lips. She never forgot his taste. His swollen anticipation helplessly trickled from the slit, salty-sweet. She relished the way he moaned and trembled from the heat of her lips sealed around his hardened flesh. After sucking him, she flipped him onto his back with a curiosity of her own. She mounted and rode him. Neither lasted long. Perhaps such intensity was never meant to. Their gazes locked as they climaxed, a first for both, to release with such perfect mutual timing.
Do your memories cling? Interposed."
"Interposed."
The new couple fought and made love with equal enthusiasm. Always tempestuous, their public displays of affection were followed by dramatic outbursts and hyperbolic threats that did not win the confidence of their families or friends. As they both matured, a learned evenness gradually sanded the rougher edges of the relationship.
"Do you feel that there's a piece of you missing? Interposed."
“Interposed."
There were moments that she could never forget. The stillness of the bed. The ethereal, dark blue glow that filled their room in the hour before sunlight emerged to streak the city sky. Their mutual warmth trapped beneath thick blankets, a warmth so absolute, so theirs, that it seemed infinite. The way he gazed at her when he thought that she was asleep, dark enough that he never caught her eyes opening for that split-second. The quiet vulnerability she felt in those moments nearly crushed her. These moments were beautiful, a natural resource that they could only create together. She wanted to mine them for the rest of their lives.
"Do your needs interpose your dreams? Interposed.”
“Interposed."
But her needs interposed. And there were always needs. Nebulous, unwelcome offspring that interrupted the perfect stillness with indescribable shapes that hovered at the edge of definition. Time's inevitable march helped to clarify their blur and she found that many were jagged, painful to the touch. The need to please him. The need for more and more and more. The need to be true to herself, a singular entity that simultaneously belonged to another. She was never satisfied.
"Did you lose a fragment of yourself? Interposed."
"Interposed."
They loved each other and were soon engaged, but his wild, boyish energy was always a source of conflict. He was a fire; gorgeous to view, to dance with and be taken by, but too dangerous to be left uncontained. So she set about the task of molding him into a stable provider. She succeeded to her detriment. Once married, she realized that the man she created no longer excited her. Part of it was her own doing, but she was unable to delineate her influence from the inevitable evolution of a being over time. Nevertheless, the hot glow that surrounded him was starting to dim. The husband she thought she wanted did not have time or energy for the boyish games that had won her affection.
"Between needs interposed."
"Between needs interposed."
"Lustfully."
"Lustfully."
The years passed and her attraction to him continued to wane. The sex dwindled to a trickle, and then ceased. By the time they reached a platonic standstill, even the arguments had stopped. Her husband was unable to meet her sexual needs and so she found another who could. She crossed paths with a man who promised to make her fantasies real and fulfill her every desire. The opportunity was too tempting to pass on.
"What's it like to be filled full of lust? Lustfully."
"Lustfully."
He was a tech mogul who specialized in robotics and virtual reality and he introduced her to adventurous escapades that awoken an unexplored side of her sexuality. Their first night together, he gave her a designer drug that obliterated every inhibition as it flooded her with an engineered high similar to heroin without the deleterious or addictive side effects. Due its clear sheen and the faint sweet flavor, some called it Nektar. Others nicknamed it Bliss.
“What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Lustfully.”
“Lustfully.”
He took her inside his own virtual reality software, having written imaginative scripts for their sexual exploits. In these fantastic worlds, he used her mouth, pussy, and ass in every possible way across a variety of settings, both on-planet and off. At times, he even incorporated custom-built appendages or robotics to increase her pleasure. She slipped into a constant stream of new universes and identities. Each encounter delivered the high of a first time, the adrenaline rush of discovery.
“Did you know that you broke his heart? Lustfully.”
"Lustfully."
Reaching these heights on a regular basis took a toll on her mind and her body. There was always a price to pay. It was indescribable bliss, but each treasonous exploration left her exhausted and spent. She was a shell of herself. Nothing remained for her husband. The affair was emotional at first and it had not felt wrong to her. Her forays into dark lust happened gradually, but once she started, they became addictive. She stifled the guilt, trying to rationalize her betrayal away.
“What makes you think you deserve life? Living.”
“Living.”
It only took three months for this lifestyle to tear their marriage apart. Three months to systematically dismantle what took patient years to build. Her husband had been suspicious from the beginning, but had kept his mouth shut. He never took the opportunity to communicate with her. When he finally found irrefutable evidence and confronted her, she read in his eyes a knowing awareness, the realization that his time with her had ended. The vacant gleam in his eyes broke her heart. It was akin to telling a patient that their illness was terminal, that their life was beyond salvaging.
“What makes one worthy of life? Living.”
“Living.”
She confessed her transgressions to her sister and her friends. They told her not to jerk him around, to put him out of his misery swiftly. She asked for a divorce. She did not cast blame or seek vengeance, but offered him no alternative. She forced him into reluctant acceptance that the marriage was over, breaking him irreparably. He asked her how she expected him to let go of a permanent piece of him and told her that he didn’t know how.
"Lustfully living."
"Lustfully living."
With one final effort, he made a desperate plea. He couldn’t stand watching her leave. She sighed at his pathetic begging and shunned his advance. When she moved in with the mogul to continue the tryst, it shattered his world, setting his course. He signed the papers and they split. Days passed, and then weeks. He held the crumbling pieces, bided time, and hoped that was all she needed. She continued living in her false reality.
"Between needs interposed."
"Between needs interposed."
"LIES."
"Lies."
Months later, a phone call came in the middle of the night. When she saw the number, she knew, deep down, that her fate was coming to meet her. She was terrified. Panic rushed through her as she drove to his house. Even though they once shared this home, it was a stranger's house now, still and unlit, nothing more than a dark museum. Her heart, which was banging, ceased when she bolted through the front door. At first, pure silence save for the thunderclap of her pulse. She heard it before she saw him. The faint creak of a slowly swaying rope. She found him hanging from the top of the stairwell.
"Between unlit paths."
“Between unlit paths.”
It wasn’t her fault. Not directly. She believed this to be true and everyone reaffirmed her belief. She repeated the words to her psychiatrist and to herself until they lost all semblance of meaning. Words of affirmation meant nothing in the face of stark reality. Once again, she stifled her guilt. She tried to live with and conquer the pain. Life needed to go on. But between those unlit paths, the dark solitary territory where we try to move on from the past, somewhere in that darkness, she would always blame herself.
"And lustfully living."
For the first time since the procedure began, she stumbled over the words. "…And lustfully living..."
The investigator’s words cut into her like a scalpel. "Amidst the lies."
Emotion, which she had held back to this point, began to rush free as the dam inside her mind ruptured. "Amidst the lies."
His voice now came from inside her own head, "The deep vast vacuum swells."
It was too much to handle. Her pupils were on fire. A jolt of current shot down the nape of her neck and raised prickled hairs across her skin, causing her to twitch violently. Twice. Her vision filled with a grey blur that slowly crept across her periphery. Without warning, it receded, giving way to a sudden flash of light. She bit her tongue, tasted blood, and braced.
She choked out the line with a sob, "...The deep vast vacuum swells..."
The voice on the loudspeaker did not return for some time. Her chest heaved up and down and her face was streaked with tears. She was weightless, untethered. She clutched both arms of the chair, white-knuckled, certain that if she let go, then she would be violently ripped away. She spit blood from her mouth onto the stainless steel floor.
He broke the silence, "The procedure is complete.”
She let out a breathy chuckle. “Really? How can you tell?”
He never answered her question. He only said, “Please recount the following images and their anchoring words.”
The wall opposite her liquefied into a crystalline display that showed a series of images.
The first, a concert ticket.
“Needs.”
The screen showed a ring.
“Interposed.”
The screen showed handcuffs.
“Lust.”
The screen showed a rope.
“Lies.”
The screen showed a man. She had no response.
“Recite the anchoring word.”
“I don’t understand.”
“JM4 – 9.5, recite the anchoring word. Now.”
“But I’ve never seen this man before.”
“Correct. Let’s continue.”
He showed her several more images before declaring, “Congratulations, Participant JM4 – 9.5. Based upon my readings, I believe that the procedure was a success.”
“Wait, I don’t understand. What was a success?” Her head was thick with fog, a narcotic haze. She pressed her fingers into her temples to relieve the pressure that had rapidly accumulated. Her voice cracked, “Why am I here?”
“You just underwent a non-invasive surgical operation to remove your brain tumor. The confusion is a normal side effect, but I was able to remove it entirely. A successful procedure.”
“Wow. Ok, thank you? I’m just having a hard time remembering the last few hours.”
“Completely normal. Your fiancée is waiting for you outside. He is accompanied by a nurse. They will help you with your transition. Participant JM4 – 9.5, you are free to go. Please exit using the door on the left side of the room. Goodbye.”
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With our teenage girls less demanding on her time, Reb began working in a nursing home. The fact that she worked a permanent afternoon shift worked out well. The kids went to and from school by bus. Reb leaving for work after lunch. I fed the kids their evening meal, making sure they did their homework. Reb returning home at eleven. Life really was good. After four years of this life, I began to tire of continually hearing about the sickness she had to cope with. I'd been supportive for...
Vayeitzei/Vayishlakh by shalimar I am crying, just looking at the dirt covering my baby sister. 'Why?' the only thing I could think of. 'Why did she have to die giving her son life?' I remember when we met Jacob. She had tendered the sheep that day; I was at home weaving. I knew Rachel was smitten with love that day, but so was I. He was so handsome, those strong muscles. And that jovial smile. I longed to have him hold me. I would have settled for a kiss, a touch, but I...
HistoricalThe best part of my job is not the 401k, or the amazing benefits, or the stock options. NO. The best part of my job is seeing the CEO’s wife every single day. She is one of my bosses and she is one of the most attractive woman I’ve ever met. Her name, Suzie. The best way I can describe Suzie, well, she’s the ultimate trophy wife. Her husband, the CEO, of course was older, rich, and way out of Suzie’s league which you find a lot of where I live. You see a lot of older rich dudes with sexy,...
I’d already forgotten his name by the time we reached his apartment, not that it really mattered. I’d had a few drinks before he’d even come in and sat down next to me, too busy flirting with the bartender to notice until I felt his hand upon mine, pinning it gently to the bar as he introduced himself. Dan, perhaps, or Dave. As I said, I’d been drinking. We’d struck up a conversation. Nothing deep. Tonight, I wasn’t interested in deep. I was only here for one thing. Sex. He wasn’t the hottest...
September 10, 1990 The boat full of pirates turned and ran upon seeing the monster battleship appear from behind the cargo ship. They were willing to take on a simple patrol boat, but not a battleship. Four days earlier, two boats sent out from a nearby town had mysteriously disappeared after failing to take over a cargo ship. Now the mystery had been cleared up. Thoughts of pirates conjures up images of three masted ships armed with cannon sailing up to some similarly armed ship, engaging...
Main ek din pahadon mein ghoom raha tha, pahadon ke neeche ke jungle mein meri ek factory hai. Har mahine factory mein muayne ke liye 3 se 4 din ke liye jata hoon aur phir aas paas ke phadon mein ghoomne chala jata hoon. Barish ka time tha, aur meri gaadi kharab ho gayi. Sunsaan rasta tha. Thodi pehle, shayad 2 km pehle ek bahut chota kasba tha, 2 ya 3 dukaan aur shayad 8 ya 10 ghar. Chal kar wahan tak gaya barish mein bheega hua. Wahan pahunch kar dekha to ek bike mechanic ki dukaan thi. Usse...
Note : This story is completely fictional! It was about a month later when Ms. J’s Town house was being tented and she was to stay at her daughters for a few days while it was being done. As she packed her over-night bag found herself picking out some of her sexiest night and undergarments for her stay. The forbidden thought of secretly enticing her Son-in-law’s manhood in her mind as she did. She could not help herself; it was like it had become an obsession to her. Just the thought of how her...
IncestTuesday, August 10, 2010 “So what do you have to say about the numbers?” Alice asked, looking up from her salad. Jake finished chewing a bite of steak. He was eating with Alice in the conference room at Diana’s. Financial reports for July were lying around the table. He and Alice had been reviewing them when their lunch had arrived. “It’s about what I expected. I was disappointed that June and July numbers were down until I realized that the year-on-year numbers were up modestly. That...
My name is john Tucker and in all the years of my life, I have no history of romance. My sweetheart is my right hand. Why you ask? Because I have a big problem, well I guess you can say a small problem (pun intended). You see I was born with a small dick. How small you ask? I’m 18 in my last year of high school, and my dick is the size of a toothpick. Hence I got the nick name toothpick growing up. I mean everyone calls me by this stupid ass nick name. My best friend, the first girl I ever...
"Jennifer called. She said you wanted to put an offer in for the Hart property." The only slightly chubby Realtor suggested. "Do you realize that it is 9:15 in the morning, and you just showed up at me door. You could at least say good morning." I replied. "Jennifer said that being this early wouldn't be a problem. She also said, if I caught you half dressed that you wouldn't mind that either." At that point Kate smiled at me. It was one of those smiles. The old me might have done...
I opened the LCD screen of our fresh new hi-8 camcorder. Flipped the thumbswitch to the “record” and pressed the red button. As I turned the corner there was Drea fixing her hair and doing her makeup. She had an itty bitty black skirt on, maybe a thong... but no top.“Whatcha doing babe?” I coyly asked as I was the orchestrator of this night.“Getting ready.” She replied, not looking away from the mirror.I pressed further, “What you going to do?”“Going on a blind date!” Finally she gave me some...
Hi hope you enjoy my experience, which happened a couple of years ago while we were staying in a country cottage in the Lake District near Ullswater. Oh the we well that’s me Dom and my girlfriend Sue. The cottage we were staying in was pretty much secluded by trees all around us and we had a lake quite close by. We were very lucky in our choice of cottage private quiet and yet near to shops and a pub you could say we had it made this was our first break for almost two years and when we arrived...
When my daughter first revealed these strange symptoms, I thought that she was just trying to cover for some pubescent urges and self administered touching that probably got carried away. I counselled her about becoming addicted to these new feelings because they would make her a slave to her urges, and thus become an easy mark for boys to exploit. This made Bethany suddenly become withdrawn, as if she could no longer confide in me. Yet, I could plainly hear her in her room often, down the...
“You’ve ruined me. You know that, right?” Sean looked up from the floor of the suite living room to see Amanda speaking to him from the door to the bedroom. “Ruined you how?” “You’ve created an insatiable physical need within me; a need to have you inside me. Please come back to bed,” Amanda pleaded. Sean patted Merlin one last time before rising from the floor where they had been playing after his breakfast and approached Amanda. “I love satisfying all your needs, Mrs. Wallace,” Sean...
Jenny, Mum and Dad.Part three.Walking on wobbly legs Jenny followed her father to the pool. He stepped in onto the first step and held out his hand for her which she gladly took and thanked him. Her body was so hot that when her toes touched the water she stopped on said, “Oh shit it’s too cold dad.” Brian smiled and then pushed her in and said, “That’s the whole idea of having a pool baby girl,” and laughed as she went under. She came up quick and gasped as her body adjusted to the cold. When...
I want to tell you how my 22 year old slim redheaded wife Catherin went from being a honest loyal respectable wife into a cum slut after we found out she was pregnant, when we first discovered she was with child it was great news and we wear soon out buying things for the baby to be, it was not long till her belly was swelling up and her boobs wear getting larger but the biggest change was her sexual appetite, we went from making love once or twice a week to fucking every night and some morning...
Group SexHello my name is Yvonne and i wanted to write down my life story for You - my Master of my everlasting dreams!I was born as a boy in the late 60s and had a really happy c***dhood up to the age of my 10th birthday. Then my Mother died at an accident and my father was really sad about the loss of my mother. But after a while he was screwing around to forget his mourning. He learned to know a really beautiful but very demanding woman. She was at the age of 25 years and knows what she wanted. He...
CHAPTER 1 As Jennifer Wilson rolled out of bed on that Friday morning in early December to get ready for school, she did so with unusual enthusiasm. It was her sixteenth birthday – "age of consent" in her home state. Her best friend, Angie Walker, had pointed out the significance of the event. It meant that she could now legally have sex with anybody she wanted. All of those men, who had backed away from the thought of having sex...
"You dancing in the shower again?! Hurry up already!" Becky laughed. "Damn, I wish I was thick." Becky came from an environment that was not like the other sisters. She picked that college because of their diversity after high school. She admitted she was bitchy. She needed to mature. She needed a change. However, sometimes that insecurity peeked out of her. After she was done in the shower, she put on her lip gloss; red was the color of her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the...
As I awoke I felt Salas holding me tightly and I looked down and she was still asleep and not about to let me go. I shook her gently, as she awoke her grip loosened but then she reacted even more quickly as she pulled away. Before she could say a word I told her, "Salas it is all right, let us get up and something to eat. Are you all right?" "Yes Lord, I am fine, thank you." Then a big smile lit the room, "Are you really going to buy me from my Master?" Yes Salas, I will buy the bond...
I first met Tova in 7th grade. I knew who she was and that was all. Then in 11th grade I saw her standing in line with tight sweat pants on. I could see her nice ass. From that moment on I knew I wanted to fuck her. I got my chance later that year. I was walking back to PE from the office when I bumped in to her. She was wearing a nice loose dress that she had worn for the dance. When she dropped something we both bent down to pick it up. I was trying just to be a nice guy and in exchange god...
Straight SexLesson one came very quickly the next morning. Vicki gave Brad an order. Brad had plans and his plans were not what his mother wanted him to do. At first Brad didn’t question her. He started doing what she told him. “You never ask me why, you always decide what action needs to happen.” She handed him a paddle for lesson two. “You need to discipline me. I need to be spanked for not doing what I am supposed to do.” Brad looked at her confused, he had never thought about hitting his mother. “I...
This story was told to me by Shirley who you can read about in my series of stories about my Mother's friend who was my first love. This story had several variations when told by her and over the years my imagination has added more. She was very turned on to tell me this story as she stroked me slowly to climax. I was embarrassed back then and still am today to a large extent to admit that a movie or story about a woman being whipped can turn me on so much. I am writing this in response to the...