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   "Just doing a routine health and safety check today, Miss…?"

   "Ummm, Mrs. Stevens."

   "Very good, Mrs. Stevens. Is your husband home? We'd like to convey this message to all residents."

   "Well no, he'll be home a little past five, if work doesn't run late."

   The man gave me a rueful smile. "Understandable, well my name is Jim, mam, and I'm just checking on the spore problem we've been having here in our little town. It's important that we administer this spray on all infected persons and homes in the area. Have you smelled anything like this recently?" From a spray bottle he spritzed a puff of mist into my face.

   It smelled sweet but left me feeling a little dizzy. "No, Sir, I can't…. say that I've smelled… anything like that recently." My body was relaxing, involuntarily. 

   "Well that just means that the premises have not yet been treated properly." He placed a hand under my arm when I listed to the side. "I'm so sorry, you look like you might faint. Let's get you inside." He turned me around and placing his arm under mine helped me through the door. Closing and locking it behind us, he then ushered me over to the couch. "Now just rest for a moment. The spores might be having an effect on you. Here, let's give you one more treatment." With that he sprayed another puff of mist into my face. 

   I relaxed into the sofa and allowed my head to fall onto the throw pillow. I could feel my body but wasn't completely in control of my motor functions. 

   The strange man stroked my hair in a sort of comforting way. "Don't worry, Mrs. Stevens. As soon as we take care of the spores, you'll feel so much better. What's your first name?"

   "Nila," I said sleepily.

   "Well, Nila, I am going to take good care of you. I'm going to give you a very special treatment because that spray is only going to last for a few more minutes and when it wears off I want you to have protection." He paused a beat. "Green?" 

   I breathed calmly, "Green, Sir."

   "Good." He leaned my head further to the side, exposing my neck. 

   I felt a pin prick as the needle slid into my skin there. The treatment felt warm as it spread through my body. After a moment, my nipples became hard and my clit was starting to tingle. A soft moan escaped my lips.

   "That's it," he stroked my hair, "just let the treatment take effect. You might start feeling some of the secondary benefits like increased sensations, difficulty thinking straight, mmmmm… suggestablity, and even increased wetness in your…" he leaned down to my ear, secretively whispering, "pussy." 

   I moaned.

   Placing a hand on my crotch, he kneaded softly over my pants and didn't move his mouth from against my ear. "Are you experiencing any of these symptoms, Nila?" his seductive voice continued. 

   "Yes," I breathed, feeling so relaxed and horny now.

   "One of my jobs is to make you feel good, Nila, because the spores could be anywhere and they make you feel bad." He continued kneading my mound over my jeans. 

   All I could do was purr. My mind felt blank and filled with need.

   "We're just gonna wait a few more minutes for the paralyzing agents to burn off in your system and the submissive drugs to take their full effect so we can have some real fun."

   I reached down and grabbed his hand, whimpering as it pressed against my sex.

   "Very good, Nila! Now we see if you can stay up." He got me to my feet, still a little wobbly, but firm. "You're such a good girl and a fast learner I think." He placed his mouth against my ear again, talking softly. "Your clothes are covered in spores and keep me from touching your bare skin. Please help me remove all of them."

   It… didn't sound quite right to be naked in front of this man. "I don't think… that's a good…"

   "Good girls want to do as they're told." He held my head in place, rubbing my scalp as his words went straight into my ear and invaded my brain. "It's so important for us to take your clothes off so I can access your skin and give you the proper treatment. Nila, please help me remove all your clothes." He moved his other hand to my throat then and looked me right in the eyes. "Be a good girl and do as I say."

   "Yes, Sir." I responded meekly as his words permeated my thoughts and became my own. 

   "Mmmm…" he half-growled. "You are such a good girl. I'm gonna enjoy treating you." With that he pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my breasts. Booby jail was never present on my days off. "Oh my, these need special treatment, don't they?" He took a nipple between two fingers and grabbed hold of the other breast.

   "I'm not sure…. it's appropriate for you to…"

   His mouth latched onto my other nipple, leaving me speechless. 

   Pleasure alarms started going off all over my body. I could feel his tongue teasing my nipple, and my pussy began to throb and get even wetter. 

   He suckled for what felt like an eternity, and then, when I thought he was done, he switched sides and moved to the other nipple. He sighed finally and released my nipples from his mouth. "I'm so sorry, babe. Gonna need to come back and treat those more later." He unbuttoned and pulled down my pants just slowly enough so as not to topple me over. Then he looked up at me. "Are you going to be a good girl and get your treatments without any more fuss?" 

   I blinked and tried to comprehend his question. My brain was filled with pleasure and lust. 

   He stood up and grabbed me by the throat again, teasing a nipple in his other hand. "Mmmm… if we've passed the point of your brain functioning through the pleasure and you're now my little fuck doll who needs me to fill all her pretty holes, you can just say, 'yes Master' from now on in response to anything I ask. Are you my good little fuck doll?" He squeezed my throat slightly.

   My eyes rolled back into my head in pure bliss and a little drool came out the corner of my mouth. I licked it, pathetically and then moaned, "Yes, Master."

   "Oh, you are the perfect little whore aren't you?" He trailed his fingers down my chest, rubbed my belly, and finally slid his hand under my panties. He growled. "Such a wet pussy for a needy little whore." His fingers rubbed my clit. Do you neeeeed something in your cunt, my little fuck doll?"

   I moaned at the pressure on my slit. "Yes, Master," I managed to squeak out.

   "Mmmm… such a lovely whore with even lovelier holes." He pushed a finger into my snatch. After pushing his fingers on my sensitive pussy for a bit, he asked, "Are you gonna cum from me playing with your pussy?"

   Moaning uncontrollably, I breathed, "No, Master."

   "Hmmm, that's too bad." He slowed down for a moment. "How are you?"

   "Green, Sir." I barely moaned.

   "Oh, so this needy cunt needs a very specific treatment." He pushed me back onto the couch and pulled off my pants and panties. "I'm gonna see how your soaking pussy tastes." He grabbed my hips and positioned me at the edge of the cushion, diving face first into my cunt with his tongue. 

   I writhed in pleasure. 

   "Oh, yes! Such a sweet pussy." Two of his fingers plunged into my opening. 

   My scream was visceral. 

   "You're gonna be begging me to cum in no time at all. But you must ask for permission before you cum." His tongue returned to its task of sliding up and down my slit. 

   My hands instinctively grabbed what material I could reach of the couch. Blissful pleasure rocking my body as he continued his assault on my soaked pussy. "Please….." I moaned.

   He looked up at me, fingers continuing. "Please, what, Princess?"

   I moaned deeper. "Please may I cum?"

   "Mmmm… no… you may not." His tongue went back to teasing. Whenever my pussy clenched down, he slowed his fingers and tongue. "That's it, feel me edging all your remaining thoughts away. Whores don't need thoughts." His tongue returned, building my pleasure higher and closer to orgasm again. 

   I clenched and moaned, so very close.

   He slowed. "Edging is bliss." Tongue returning and getting me close again until I clenched. Slowing. "Edging issss bliss. That's it. Isn't edging bliss?" 

   "Yesss, Massster…."

   "Oh, poor baby, let me help you." In smooth motions, he removed his fingers and swiftly slid his cock deep inside my pussy. He grabbed my throat then and thrusted in and out slowly. "There, that's a happy pussy. I could tell your slutty hole needed to be stuffed with cock. Isn't that right my little fuck doll?"

   My eyes rolled back into my head. "Yessss…. Massster….."

   "Such a good little whore." He grunted. "I'm gonna fill you with cum soon." Teasing my clit with his free hand, he was urgent. "Cum for me, cum while my cock is fucking your slutty pussy." A few more thrusts. "Yes, that's it, cum with me!" 

   As we both screamed our orgasms, I felt a load of cum filling my pussy. A few moments later, I collapsed onto the sofa and my brain was met with blissful sleep. 

   When I woke up a while later in my partner's arms, he was stroking my hair. "How was that baby? How are you feeling?"

   "That was sooo good. We can debrief later." I took the water he handed me and sipped it slowly. "The safety pin prick on my neck was a nice touch." I relaxed against his chest and started to drift.

There you are again, that beautiful tall man that visits my neighbour alone so often that I start to wonder if you're really "just a friend". That man that makes me shiver, blush and weak in the knees when he locks his piercing eyes on me, and frustratingly, you do that every time I encounter you. Normally you're accompanied by my neighbour and either a few bags of groceries or her 2 cute and enthusiastic dogs. And those sparse moments I've seen you without her, we pass each other and you elegantly step into the elevator I just left. But always, without any exception, you smiled at me, and we make short, polite conversation. This time though, we coincidentally enter the high rise at the same time. You already offered me your breathtaking warm smile from across the street as we approached the building at the same time. I frantically try to downplay my enthusiasm and shyly wave back. You immediately start to make jokes as we both walk through the sliding doors. I fail at my attempt not to giggle too much like a silly little girl, but you're just so funny, I can't help it. While we wait on the elevator we do our standard small talk, and then accidentally discover a shared love of the same obscure band.

Just as we step into the small elevator a family of five rushes into the hall. You don't hesitate to hold the doors open for them, but then we end up rather crowded and need to press slightly together to make enough room for the grateful family. I subtly made sure I would end up next to you, and just hope that's not too obvious. But now I'm so close to you now that I can't help but notice you smell delicious; citrus, mint, cinnamon and a hint of earthy fresh mowed grass. I blush even harder and unconsciously move in a little closer to you. Then I look up at you, trying to smile apologetically, Iike I want to say "sorry I have no choice, I need to make space for this 5-year-old with lollypop". But you were already looking down at me, with an intense stare. Your answer is a grin that will be living in my mind rent-free for the rest of my life. Also, I now realise, that my tanktop and a push-up bra combination which normally is quite decent, is a whole lot less concealing when someone stands so close to me and looks down at me. That's something that doesn't happen often since I'm a tall girl that keeps her polite distance, but oh my gods, this might be a bit too much. I'm not used to this! I frantically try to look everywhere but at you.

The elevator arrives at the third floor where the family has to be. While they spill out, I automatically move to create more distance between us. I can't though, because suddenly I feel your strong hand just above my hip, holding me in place, right next to you. The parents say goodbye without looking at us, too busy with managing their offspring, so they neither notice that hand nor hear the small gasp I release before I could stop it. But you noticed without a doubt since your eyes are browsing my chest.

As soon as the doors are closed we turn to each other. I know, the next 21 floors I am locked up and alone with you and now I'm pretty sure my attempts to hide my attraction to you have failed. I look up at your face. You're so close to me, and you look like a predator that has just caught the perfect little prey between his claws. My whole body seems to lust for you. Just as I start to worry that my knees will refuse to function any longer, you grab me by my upper arms and push me against the wall. You close the space between us, but stop just before our lips would touch.

"I won't do anything if you don't want it" your voice sounds rough, husky and a little strained - as if you are physically putting a lot of effort into holding yourself back. "Please say stop if it doesn't feel g-".

I don't let you finish; it feels amazing! So I press my mouth onto yours. You grunt a little, which is one of the sexiest grunts I've ever heard, and start kissing me back passionately. Your hands slide down over my arms, grabbing my wrists, bringing them up and together above my head against the wall and hold them there with one hand. The other starts exploring my body, and it feels amazing. I gasp for air, and start to breathe heavily. When you grab my left boob I let out a soft moan, which makes you grunt and grin again.

Your hand roams quickly down (the elevator is already on floor 10), and finds the button of my jeans. You swiftly release it, and slide into my panties, over my just-shaven pubic mount, and down over my pussy. I shiver and moan. Even without dipping between my lips, you feel the dripping wetness that you've caused. You softly stroke between my inner lips and circle your middle finger around my entrance. Your thumb starts to explore around my clit, finding the right spot. I coil and squirm underneath you against the wall. Then your finger enters me. You notice I'm so hot, slimy and open for you that you quickly add a second finger and I feel so filled up already. You curl your fingers up and start to stroke my good spot, and meanwhile, still softly touching my clit with your thumb. I'm so horny, I can't think anymore. I want your cock... in me... now... I pull out one of my hands out of your grip and start to fumble at the button of your trousers.

"u-uuh, little slut, not so fast," you whisper in my ear. I whine like a spoiled princess. I've never heard myself make that sound before, but I can't think anymore. You make your movements on my pussy a little more intense and my head falls backwards, I drop my arm and start drooling a bit. "Ooh, you like this, don't you, girl?" You just found my off-button. I'm completely under your control and in your mercy. You start to move your fingers up and down, in and out, faster and faster. "Are you such a needy little bitch for me? Hm?" Your lips tickle my ear, your voice resonates through my core. Your fingers now mercilessly pound my pussy and meanwhile strongly press on my g-spot. I feel the build-up, and my eyes flash open. "Hoo, I'm... going... to... cum... I... No..." I breathe, weakly trying to push your hand away from my sensitive pussy, but your other hand grabs it and adds it again to the other that hangs forgotten above my head. I feel myself getting even weaker. "Do it," you whisper. I look into your eyes, your beautiful eyes, your sadistically grinning face, and I start cumming & squirting. There is no holding back. I make one big mess of myself, the lift, your hand and my clothes. You manage to both keep on going to drag out this orgasm and step aside enough to not get sprayed on.

"Good girl," you grunt in my ear, which makes another shiver go through my whole body. As you let go of my hands I collapse on the elevator floor, shivering and tears streaming over my cheeks. This was so intense, even though you hardly did anything. It was enough. You squat next to me, planting kisses on my forehead and cheek. "That was amazing, little one, let's make sure you do that again another time, but then on top of my dick instead of my hand, hm?" I nod weakly and then notice the elevator slowing down. We're on our floor. I hastily scramble to stand up and get myself together. You help me up, and the doors start sliding open. To my big relief nobody is waiting on the elevator up there, and we can walk to the apartments we need to get to without anyone seeing the mess I've become.

Just as your hand hovers over the doorbell of your "friend" I manage to get out: "Wait, what's your name?" You hand me your business card (sleek black with golden details... who and what are you??) and I hear my neighbour coming to the door. "Thank you," I utter right before I run to my own door and haste to slip inside right before my dear neighbour gets the chance to see me. As I turn to step inside though, I catch you staring at me with a big smile on your face. My heart melts even further and inside my own hallway I crash against the closed front door, needing at least 15 minutes before my mushy head and racing heart have landed enough that I can change my clothes and fill a bucket with some soap and a mop to clean the elevator before anyone sees the pool I made there... or you made, actually.

I can't wait to see what you'll do next to me.