Incest/Taboo A Gift From His Father

"No, Gina. You're a good little fuck toy, I am just bored. I was hoping to meet more people, but since I have been here, I've only gotten to meet you and Sue. I wish there were a party or somewhere I could meet more people. Classes are hard to meet people."

"I know what you mean, Master. Wait a minute. There's a party tonight, one of our friends told Sue and me about just before we came here. I didn't think you'd want to go to a party, but it is just off campus and our friend said that her parents would be out of town."

Elizabeth waited for John at the coffee shop across the street from her office at the credit bureau. When he arrived, she had to fight her natural instinct to pull him close and kiss him while shamelessly rubbing her body over him. Instead, she extended her hand for him to shake. He grabbed it with both hands, and using his left, rubbed her forearm back and forth gently. She felt the rubbing on her pussy and mons causing her to smile at the unexpected gesture from her master. The effect of her master's presence on her and most of his senior agents had grown; just being in the same room with him made their pussies wet and it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

To those observing, it appeared to be a normal casual meeting between two friends. John considered that there may be some surveillance in the shop but didn't worry about that; his father Dr. Zachary Smith took care of it from his prison within the Ring of Power. His scans revealed a few devices that he quickly and easily rendered useless. They would observe things as normal and see the booth where John and Elizabeth sat as being unoccupied. John took the added precaution of enclosing them in a bubble of secrecy that distorted their facial features from the casual observer and prevented their conversation being overheard.

"I miss having you all to myself like this, Master," Elizabeth said as she sipped her green tea and opened another button of her blouse, revealing enough cleavage to make a monk drool.

"Don't worry my dear, we will be sharing more intimate moments soon enough, but first tell me in more detail what you observed in the secret control room," John asked as his gaze dropped to Elizabeth's proud breasts as her nipples hardened as the thought of sex with him.

She repeated her story with slightly more detail, but could see that he wanted more and she shrugged, "I wish I could tell you more, but that's all I remember."

"What about that photographic memory of yours?" John asked.

Surprised, Elizabeth asked, "What photographic...oh that photographic memory." She smiled as she realized her newest gift. It was more than a photographic memory; it was total recall.

She spent the next twenty minutes going over every detail of what she'd observed as her master hung on her every word. His total attention to her had her pussy dripping. She couldn't wait for him to ask her to suck his cock or for him to take her there in the coffee shop.

But John was all business for the time being. "I want you to pull all our people out except George. He's high enough in the organization to be above suspicion; he'll be our ears. The rest are done. Send them home. We will infiltrate the facility in two days, once all our people are gone.

He looked at her as if she were a meal for him to consume. "In the meantime, let's go back to my suite. You are due for some rewards of the sexual nature."

As they walked past the Raffaello Hotel admiring the charm of the older hotels, John had an idea. He walked up to a shabbily dressed homeless man and told him that he was staying in the Raffaello for the next three nights and asked if he had any friends. The man whistled and four people seemed to appear out of the shadows. The seven walked up to the doorman who was immediately accosted by their overpowering odor. John took out a wad of bills, separated it into halves, and gave it to the surprised doorman with instructions to find his friends rooms for a three-night stay.

"Feed them, and if they require new clothing, call me. I will settle the bill before I leave town." The man understood that if he did all that he had been asked he'd receive a significant tip. The man smiled and led the homeless people into the hotel.

John and Elizabeth strolled arm in arm a few more blocks before entering the Hyatt Chicago Magnificent Mile as if they owned the place. John asked for his suite. The clerk was confused for a moment and then seemed to have an epiphany. He handed John a key for the presidential suite, which had a stunning view of the lake. But the view was the last thing the two were interested in seeing. Once inside, as soon as Elizabeth closed the door and turned to face her master, her clothes vanished and she stood completely naked in all her glory. She posed for him and then frowned, "You're costing me a small fortune in clothing; that was my favorite pair of shoes."

"Not to worry," John said and pointed to the couch where her clothing and shoes were neatly folded and placed one on top the other, "better?"

"Much better," she said as she approached him and he walked over to the nearest overstuffed chair. He turned to sit and his clothes vanished too, his impressive cock dangling between his thighs before he sat. "...hmmm that's what I want." Elizabeth said as she knelt before him, her luscious brown breasts swaying on her chest as she settled in and hefted his long thick flaccid cock. She looked up at him, her eyes showing her wanton lust. With both hands, she began to worship the best cock she'd ever tasted.

Despite being the Master of the Ring of Power and having more sex than a teenage boy could imagine on his best day, John was always impressed by Elizabeth's technique. Any other man wouldn't last a minute with her skills. John just relaxed and let the pleasure build as his cock began to grow and she could no longer take it down her throat.

As always whenever they were together, Elizabeth was so wet she was practically leaking juices down her leg. She could usually control her lust when they weren't planning to have sex, but on occasions like this, her pussy was literally drooling in anticipation of his penetration. Sounding so unlike her usual self, she uttered a sentence worthy of a line from the old television series 'I Dream of Jeannie' as she practically begged John to fuck her.

"Oh master," she said as she held his enormous cock with two hands and licked it up and down, "I am so ready for you; please don't make me wait any longer."

In a flash they were both in the king size bed, the sheets pulled back, John laying on his back and Elizabeth leaning over him, her right breast hanging down just over his mouth, her large nipple growing long and hard as she felt his breath. He squeezed it with one hand, took the nipple into his mouth, and sucked.

Fireworks went off in Elizabeth's head. The pure pleasure from his lips on her breast was amazing. It wasn't quite an orgasm but it wasn't far off. It was simply joy and pleasure.

"Oh, oh my stars!" she squealed.

He slowly let her pull her tit away and she straddled him, his cock towering over his legs almost thirteen inches. She stood, moved the massive cock to her drenched pussy and, using her delicate hands to spread herself wide, she lowered herself slowly until she bottomed out, more full than she could ever remember being.

Her master was inside her. This alone should have had her screaming at the top of her lungs, but for reasons she couldn't fathom they didn't move. She enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed and he the tightness of her velvet pussy.

"You're going in to battle soon aren't you?" she asked.

"How did you know?" John replied as he twisted his large cock inside her as no other man was capable of doing, causing her to moan.

"Mmmm... because of the kindness you showed to the homeless people. Whenever you are about to exercise your powers, you do something nice for the less fortunate. For me that's a real turn on."

"Thank you," he said. "Am I that predictable?"

"Only in that way." She sighed heavily as he did something else with his cock. It felt like he bent it left then right. The feeling for Elizabeth was incredible. She couldn't resist any longer and slowly pulled up and off his cock, lifting from her knees.

"When are you going to do whatever it is that you are going to do?" she asked as she seemed to be balancing on the end of his cock, the tip the only thing still penetrating her.

"In a day or two. I'm waiting for something to present itself for maximum exposure. Enough of the interrogation, I thought you wanted to fuck."

She remained still, holding her position, despite the difficulty and desire to impale herself once more. "Let me accompany you master. I know that you don't need me, but two are better than one. In case they are expecting your attack."

"Alright," he said. "I was hoping that you'd be interested in tagging along. I could use your skills for just that reason."

Excited and relieved to hear him say that, she dropped down on his waiting shaft. Bouncing when she hit bottom and rising almost all the way off again, but not holding this time, instead repeating the action over and over again, pulling off less and less until she was bouncing up and down and moaning loudly. She was riding him now, sliding back and forth with the occasional random lifts.

Panting and sweating, she was finally rewarded as her body quaked and she screeched loudly, her tits shaking wildly about.

John shifted them in to the reverse. Elizabeth found herself on her back screaming as John was now on top, pounding her like a jackhammer as she continued erupting out of control. At the perfect time, just as her orgasm was ending, John let loose, roaring loudly and Elizabeth came again. She locked her legs around him and held on for dear life.

Gina and Evan walked through the spacious house with drinks in hand, mingling with all those who had made it past the screening process to attend. They had no problem getting in. One look from Evan and security passed them in. Sue remained behind to work on Evan's paper; she was like a dog with a bone. She needed to finish the paper and earn her master an "A".

The group was purposely small, only about twenty people or so. Surprisingly, there was an older man that appeared to be the butler or some sort of servant. Although he collected empty beer bottles and glasses, and wiped down furniture before a ring could take hold, he was in charge and had hired the security.

All the girls there were beautiful and the variety was extensive. Evan had never been in a setting such as this and couldn't believe the diversity. It was like a smorgasbord of hot girls and Gina seemed to know everyone. One by one, she introduced Evan and each one he imagined seeing naked and willing to do whatever he asked.

In his shrunken form, Chance easily passed as a student. He loved college girls and hoped that he might have the opportunity to bed one. Chance assumed that Dennis was here somewhere too as John had assigned them both to monitor the kid, though they still didn't see what was so special about Evan that he needed two of John's best agents to monitor him.

It was unseasonably warm for this time of year and being Northern California it didn't take much for summer clothes to reappear, if even just for a day or two. It was perfect for the party as the butler guy had the grill going; burgers and hot dogs were on the menu. As the sun began to set, it became cooler and the party moved back inside. Having been fed and having consumed an adequate amount of liquid courage, hormones began to kick in and "necking" and light fondling began among couples.

Evan was surprised at the number of hot girls that were lesbians. He managed not to gawk at a pair that were kissing in the foyer. He really shouldn't have been surprised. It was the bay area after all. But that hardly seemed fair to him. The gay guys were a little harder for him to spot, but there were a few he noticed. Looking around, everyone seemed to be feeling good and enjoying themselves. Light rock was softly playing; the butler guy made sure that there was plenty to drink and food to snack on. It could be better, though, he thought. It would be better if everyone were to lose their inhibitions and shed their clothes. If everyone was naked he could see what the hot lesbians looked like, compare himself with the other guys, and everyone would have a better time.

As if on cue, everyone started to undress. It was subtle. They continued to engage each other as normal as they shrugged off their clothes, folding them neatly and setting them down out of the way along with their shoes. Evan was amazed. He didn't order anyone to do anything, he was sort of day dreaming or wishing.

It wasn't long before he could see all the shaved pussies and naked breasts his heart desired. He was correct; the hot lesbian girls had smoking hot bodies. He simply drank in the scene for a moment before Gina asked if he was going to get naked too.

The guys weren't immune to the nudity surrounding them. Many had impressive cocks and all were growing hard and stiff quickly. As Evan folded his clothes like the others and stuffed them into a corner out of the way, he couldn't help but notice the interesting variety of tattoos some of the guests had strategically placed so only their lovers would see them.

As Chance placed his clothes out of the way, compelled like the others but understanding what was going on, a lovely blonde with amazing tits jiggled towards him, staring at the huge cock swinging between his legs.

"Damn Chance, I forgot how large you are. I see you weren't able to resist the urge to shed your clothing too."

"Dennis? I thought you'd be here. I guess I expected you to become Denise, the woman you were changed into for so long. Not bad. Nice rack!"

"Thank you, I worked hard on these. It wasn't easy to do...but...do you feel that?"

Evan was becoming more aroused by the scene he had inadvertently created, but the naked women shouldn't be casually sitting and talking, he thought. That was wrong. They should be having sex with as many people as they could. "Yes! This should become an orgy," he said to himself and immediately he felt the sexual tension in the room spike, his diamond picking up the surge of intensifying sexual energy.

"In fact, the lesbians should abandon being lesbians, at least for the time being. They should become bisexual," he thought as he began to embrace his new power. "It's hot watching two chicks get off on one another, but they must be willing and encouraging the guys join in."

"Evan, you don't mind do you, but I see a hot looking guy over there looking me over, you don't mind if I catch up with you later, do you?" Gina asked, knowing that it would be fine, but for reasons she couldn't understand, she needed his approval.

Evan didn't answer. "Maybe everyone should be bisexual? That would be hot." He watched the change as both men and women began to engage others. He saw a straight guy fall to his knees as he began to fondle a large cock of another man who had earlier been making out with a really hot chick he thought he'd like to fuck.

"Or perhaps that pixy redhead...I've never been with a redhead..." Gina thought as she began walking across the floor.

Evan rescinded the mental command. "Naw, that just doesn't feel right. Maybe another time? But if all the women here tonight were bisexual, that would be something to behold."

The two straight guys froze, and the one who was about to taste his first dick ever dropped it. It was so hard it didn't do anything but bounce, almost hitting the man in the face.

"I don't know what I was thinking," said the guy on the floor.

Equally relieved, the owner of the impressive cock said, "No problem, for a moment there I thought it was a good idea too. In fact, I was thinking of shoving it up your ass. Boy, I am glad that passed. Just then, a couple of brunettes with impressive measurements walked up. The nearest one took the neglected cock, and without any hesitation took it into her mouth and began deep throating it. The other pulled the kneeling man to her bald pussy and asked if he knew what to do. It didn't take but a moment to discover that he was quite good at eating pussy.

Dennis in his female form wasn't immune to the effects of Evan's mental control of the party. He found himself pulling Chance by the hand to the couch, and was just about ready to impale himself on the massive cock now pointing at the ceiling. Then his mind cleared. Although he appeared in the form of a woman, not since John had liberated him had he considered sex with men, regardless of his physical form.

"Too big for you, honey?" said a slightly plump twenty-something. Although she was a little overweight, she had massive tits that jiggled wildly as she walked. "I like 'em big, do you mind sweetie?

"No, be my guest," Dennis/Denise said almost too quickly.

"There's a lot to go around. We could share, or if you are into pussy perhaps you could take the edge off while I get this cock ready to ride."

Despite his training and skills, Dennis/Denise felt compelled to oblige. He was currently a female and subject to Evan's wishes that the women present be bisexual.

Gina and the redhead kissed as they found a comfortable spot on the floor, then curled into a classic sixty-nine. It was the redhead's first time tasting pussy and she was making up for lost time.

Evan found a skinny coffee colored black woman with big tits and short Halle Berry hairstyle. She was a lesbian, but not today. It had been over three years since she'd been fucked with a real live cock and she seemed to have really missed it.

Everyone was paired or in groups of three. The butler had two young co-eds, one bouncing on his surprisingly thick cock while the other squatted over his face as she played with the little pierced nipples of the first.

This went on for about an hour, then everyone shifted partners as if by command and it began all over again.

The butler stopped fucking long enough to pass out towels to all the guests before he bent his employer's daughter over the kitchen table and came deep in her rectum.

When Chance and Dennis/Denise passed each other as they sought new partners, they realized that it was Evan's wish that every combination be fulfilled, which meant that sooner or later they would be fucking each other. They were to remain undercover and observe. Those were their orders, but they were also now victims of Evan's control. They realized now why John wanted the boy watched; he was powerful.

The stamina that all the men exhibited was amazing. Most had come four or five times and were still going. Chance of course wasn't nearly close to his limit and Evan didn't know if he had one. Almost every combination had been tried. But it wasn't forced, people were lounging having drinks, eating a snack or two while open sex acts were being performed everywhere they looked. Two guys might be talking about how their local sports team was performing while one or both were getting a blowjob.

Dennis/Denise found herself being fucked from behind while eating a pussy as its owner tried to discuss a class she was taking.

It was certainly the best party any had ever attended. It was getting very late and Evan observed all the guests were slowing down. His sexual appetite sated for the moment, he allowed the guests to leave as they were ready, each one realizing what they'd done and each secretly hoping to repeat the experience again soon.

As Sue finished blowing the butler and their hostess sucked the last bit of man juice from her overworked pussy, Chance and Dennis/Denise made their exit, both relieved their combination didn't come around. Dennis/Denise admitted that it had taken a lot of work with a therapist to get psychologically past his prior ordeal; he didn't want to repeat it.

"I think I understand why John wanted this guy watched. I think that he's only getting started. He's very powerful, I don't know if either of us could have stopped him if we had wanted to," Dennis said as he morphed back into his Asian male persona.

Chance transformed back into the seven-foot giant and replied confidently, "I could have stopped him, but the place would have needed a little renovation afterwards," recalling his epic battle with John when they first met.

"Well, looks like we closed down the place," Evan announced as the butler, still naked, picked up around the house. He was left with Sue and their hostess fondling, licking, and sucking. "Great party, you must invite us back. Maybe we could do this again."

The poor girl smiled and nodded. She didn't know how she was going to explain any of this to anyone as her and the butler's eyes met.

Candace and April's lovers were just about spent; they were recovering while sipping their beers. April was sitting near her mother, the two giggling as the men recovered. April whispered something to her mother who nodded and she replied that it was possible and would perhaps be a good finale for the evening.

Candace rolled over between the guys, who looked like they could go one more round, and announced that April wanted to be DP'd. Candace added that she'd never done one before and was hoping they might oblige her. April smiled and blushed, a little embarrassed, turning her face and tits a deep crimson, sparking a chuckle from one of the guys. The other had a mouthful of Candace's left tit and was delightfully crewing on her ripe nipple; she let a small amount of her special milk flow into his mouth. He didn't seem to notice.

Candace took charge, playfully prying her tit from her lover's mouth. She laid him on his back; since his cock was the larger of the two, he'd get April's pussy. She gave it a few loving strokes, though it wasn't necessary as he was already hard from sucking on her tit, and now aware of the pleasant taste in his mouth. Before he could question it, he obediently responded to Candace's instructions.

She applied a generous amount of lube to April's rectum, using her finger to prepare the virgin hole. Using one, then two fingers, she toyed with her daughter's anus, making sure it was loose enough.

"I think we are ready now, April," she said, still massaging her daughter's asshole.

April gave a nervous giggle and then a moan. "Mmmm... I think you're right."

April lowered herself on to the cock she'd been stroking, guiding it into her pussy and enjoying the sensation of a hard cock entering her tight folds.

As she was sliding down the pole, her mother was preparing the other smaller cock, using plenty of lube. When he was ready, he straddled the two, lined up his cock with April's brown starfish, and began to slowly push forward. April had to lean a long way forward to make enough room, which was fine with her as she felt her breasts being licked and played with, which distracted her from the minor pain of entry. She was panting as she relaxed as the second cock filled her completely. It was a tight fit. Once she felt his balls against her asshole, she knew he was in completely.

"Mmmm... no one move, for just a minute, please," April pleaded. "Let me catch my breath."

"Are you okay, honey?" Candace asked. "I know how difficult it was the first time."

"Ahhh... okay. I am ready. How do we do this?"

"Well, you have to anchor yourself to a single spot and let the guys get going. After a while you'll catch the rhythms, and then the real fun begins," Candace told the novice. Looking at the two studs, she said, "You don't cum until you're told it is okay to cum." Both knew that they wouldn't. April was filled with both cocks, her tits hanging down, nipples ripe for licking. Candace would be focusing on them. "When you're ready Honey, say the word," her mother said.

"Okay, let's do this," April said and the two cocks began to move.

It was weird at first but it didn't take long for them to find a rhythm. April was panting as she worked to stay on both cocks; it felt like there was no separation and she was just one big pussy, big enough for two cocks to fuck her.

Her mother looked on, then caressed her, and finally, found the nearest tit and began to lick. That seemed to set her off, and she screeched as the two cocks continued to piston in and out of her orifices.

"Oh...oh...oh my Gawd!" April shuddered and screamed. It was like being on a roller coaster going up and down with the final drop just moments away. Finally, the biggest climax hit and she went from a soprano to an alto and gripped the two cocks as hard as she could. Knowing the time was right, she told the men they could release. When they came, April came again and then fell forward on the chest of the man below her.

After what seemed like minutes, the two cocks slowly began to contract, and slid out from April's well-fucked holes. Her mother helped her up onto her wobbly legs and she headed off to the bathroom to clean up.

When she returned, the guys still hadn't dressed and she knew they were in no shape for more. She looked at her mother and then back to the guys.

"It's a long drive back to the hotel. You wouldn't be up for a little cuddling and then some breakfast," the first guy said and the other guy confirmed. "I make an outstanding omelet."

"Sorry guys, but no. I'm beat." April said.

"Then perhaps we could get together again," the first guy said. "We don't have to do this again, but it sure would be fun," he looked at Candace and back to April.

"No, I don't think so. It was fun but this was a one-time thing. It was good, both of you, but it's time for you to go."

Candace figured it was time for her to intercede. "Thanks guys. But she's right, it is time to go."

The guys pulled on their clothes, crestfallen, as April gathered her clothing, looking like a picture from a men's magazine as she sashayed about the room jiggling temptingly.

Candace heard the two talking and saying they'd be back; after all, they knew where the girls lived. She had already planned to wipe their memory of the night. They were dressed and reluctantly ready to depart.

"Guys, thanks again for a great time," Candace said. "Once you're in your car, you won't be able to remember our faces, names, or this address. As you leave the neighborhood, you won't even remember in what part of town you were. You will remember that it was a wild night and you had incredible sex with two very enthusiastic women. And it will long be the standard by which you measure all other sex-a-thons."

With that said, the guys smiled, said good-bye, and walked slowly out the door to their car and were gone.

"Thanks mom," April said as they climbed the stairs together, carrying their shoes and clothing. "That was incredible. I think I'm going to sleep for a week." The two kissed and then headed off to their respective bedrooms.

Inside the Ring of Power in what he liked to call the control room, Dr. Smith labored using the tools that his predecessor had left him. Rocky was a genius. Despite not having a physical body and real knowledge of computer technology, he had created computers in this place that rivaled anything in the real world and anything Dr. Smith could have imagined. It drew from John's senses and everything that it could draw from "the cloud" without really being connected to it. Here he was, typing away, looking at his several monitors as the walls of the control room were filled with images of naked women and body parts of all John's recent adventures. Close-ups with breasts or a liquid pussy filled the entire wall.

Still Dr. Smith concentrated, ignoring the bigger than life images. He picked up some interesting tachyon waves, waves he was able to track back to their origin. He didn't like what he saw. It was still inconclusive. He needed more data. Perhaps when John made his move on TransUnion he'd find the missing piece or confirm his hypothesis.

He looked up at the wall in front of him. There was his son's giant tongue licking and pulling on Elizabeth's clitoris. "Zoom out," he said. The camera slowly began to pull back until he could see all of the body of the beautiful black woman writhing on the bed under John's ministrations. Had he possessed one, his cock would have been hard and pointing to ceiling, but he didn't really have a body, despite what he perceived around him.

Ascension was his goal. It was his sole motivation. It would take him a long time, but if Rocky could do it, then so could he. Dr. Smith started by mentally removing his cock. It didn't exist. It served no purpose here, but to be a distraction, so he just imagined himself without it. It helped to simplify things.

Nevertheless, he still had to admire the female form. "Zoom in on breasts," he thought and the images of Elizabeth's perfect quivering breasts filled the screen. She shuddered through yet another orgasm that her master had coaxed out her. Her nipples were hard, standing out a quarter inch, begging to be sucked and pulled on. He toyed with the idea of turning the sound on, but he still had a lot of work to do. He didn't know John's timeline, and he had to be ready. He bent back down over his keyboard as new inspiration seized him.

She was reduced to a panting, wet jiggling pile of quivering nerves. Her master had fucked her as if he hadn't since their first meeting, before their bonding. And it was glorious. Elizabeth had been around for well over a hundred years and had had several masters, but John Smith was the youngest and the most creative of them all. Although through the bonding she'd come to love each of her masters, he was something special and she knew it.

As she laid catching her breath, aftershock of the massive orgasm still reverberating through her body, she watched his colossal cock swaying from his groin and was compelled to crawl to him, caress it, lick it, and swallow it once again. Butterscotch was the only way to describe the addicting taste; she couldn't get enough and the combination of their juices just made his so much sharper on her tongue. When he came, all she could think of how good it would taste and all her senses felt alive as she came too. She orgasmed from blowing her master.

John caressed her face as she regained consciousness again. They'd been at it for three or four hours. He was hungry. She looked up into his blue grey eyes, realized that she'd blacked out and became embarrassed. She tried to rise, but he kept her still and asked if she was hungry. She nodded. It was around three in the morning. There was a diner nearby; it would be a pleasant walk.

Both needed to shower and the suite had a very nice one. They washed and played, squeezing and sucking for a time before dressing and leaving for the diner.

"We're going on the offensive at about 0830 hours," John said. "If things go well we'll hit the other two immediately afterwards, assuming they are all constructed similarly. Have all our people evacuated?"

"Everyone received their orders yesterday and were to confirm...," she said checking her iPhone 6 Plus for text messages. "Everyone is out," Elizabeth confirmed as she scrolled through her phone. "The surveillance teams in the other two sites reported things appear to be very similar and have attached floor plans," she typed a few keys, "I have sent it to your phone."

"I have it Johnny," Dr. Smith confirmed.

Dr. Smith analyzed the data; something seemed to stick out for him, a pattern that he'd seen before. He looked through his meticulous files and saw the pattern he'd been looking for. He double-checked; there was no denying it. The layout of the facility reminded him of something very old. It was as if the layout was modular and had patterns much like speech. He searched his database for a similar pattern and found it. The language it most closely resembled was Arabic. This may be the breakthrough they'd been waiting for. If he could figure out the dialect, he might be able to determine the country, and perhaps a location. He may have found the last two rings and their masters.

"Hey you!"

"Hey you, yourself! I was wondering when you'd call. I was getting worried," April said in her sweet voice that never ceased to make John melt.

"Everything is fine, but I'm getting ready to go into battle. Just needed to hear your voice before I go." John said, unintentionally worrying his fiancée.

"Be safe. Who are you taking with you?" She was praying that he didn't go in alone. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, just that it was safer with backup and he was less likely do anything he'd regret.

"Elizabeth will have my back."

"Excellent choice," she replied. "I can't think of anyone better."

"Look, what's the budget on the homeless shelter?"

"I dunno," April said. If I'd have to guess, I'd say 1.5."

"Okay. Double it. You'll have authorization documents on your desk in ten minutes."

"Now you are really worrying me," she said.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. It's just something I've wanted to do for a while. What about the skate park?"

"Johnny?"

"Double it too," he said, not waiting for her to reply. "Got to go. I love you and will see you tonight. Looking forward to the new tricks you've learned."

"What? Have you been spying on me John Smith?"

"See you tonight, kisses."

"Love you too, sweetie. Be safe."

Everything went black for a time; it was difficult to maintain her cloak of invisibility while they were teleporting, but it was essential that she remain hidden if she were to provide the proper backup in the event that things didn't go as planned. When they arrived, she quickly moved away from John as he appeared from nowhere and moved about the hidden facility, unnoticed for the time being.

"Six cameras, corners and mid wall," Elizabeth called to John telepathically.

"Got 'em," Dr. Smith said and created a visual loop of the area from moments before their arrival.

Surveying the room, John saw rows of small cubicles with low dividers staffed by about fifteen clerks, male and female, working at their computer screens. A large wall monitor dominated the room. It was unusual to see vaulted ceilings in an office building. A large meeting room and another suite of offices were recessed on the second floor. The nearby offices were busy as managers were talking with their subordinates as the morning shift was in full swing. John picked up a paper file and moved throughout the facility, still unnoticed.

Elizabeth arrived at the alarm box, looked it over quickly, and relayed what she saw back to John and unknowingly to Dr. Smith who quickly disabled the alarm system, and secured the door. No one would be able to enter or leave.

Making his routine rounds about the secure facility, one of the guards noticed that John didn't have his security badge visible.

"Hey, where's your security badge? You know you're supposed to display it. You must be new," the guard said and waited for him to reply.

Knowing that everything was in place, John smiled and said to the big burly security person, "I seem to have forgotten it. But it seems that you have forgotten something too."

"What? What are you talking about," the guard replied, then began to consider that he might have stumbled onto a threat. He took a more aggressive stance.

"Sir," he said more professionally, "where is your security badge?"

"I have a better question," John said. "Where's your uniform?

The security guard suddenly found himself standing in front of the stranger completely naked. "What the..."

He wasn't the least bit attractive without his clothes and he lost much of his bravado. It was enough for people to notice and they began to approach while others watched the curious sight from their desks. As another security person rushed to his aid, the stunned and naked guard began to recover somewhat and asked again, this time completing his thought.

"What the hell did you do with my clothes?"

"I simply removed them," John said patiently, "as I did with everyone else's."

There was a pause and he watched people from all around the facility one by one suddenly struck completely naked. His eyes lingered as he watched a particularly attractive and well-endowed woman suddenly lose her clothing. There were screams of surprise as suddenly everyone but John was naked.

Women tried in vain to cover themselves as most of the men ogled them, displaying mostly small but thickening cocks. There were a few impressive ones from the most unlikely characters. A few women noticed and stared as they attempted to hide themselves.

After a few moments, everyone realized that this had indeed occurred; they were naked and in public. The shock of being suddenly stripped naked abated, and they watched as those in charge sheepishly approached the only one still dressed.

Two people emerged from the naked group and approached John. The director of the secret facility was a tall, skinny, balding man with a potbelly, which did a good job of hiding his small cock in a nest of blonde hair. His deputy was a small, shy, chubby, blonde woman with tiny tits, a large butt, and a wild mess of black hair covering her pussy. The pair reluctantly advanced, flanked by the remaining security team.

"What, what do you want?" the director stuttered as he adjusted his voice, trying to hide the fear he felt.

"Well," John said, "I know how horny you all are, and I don't want to interrupt your orgy. After all, you are all naked and ready to fuck each other's brains out. But I require some data. If you help me, I could then be on my way and let you all return to what looks like an epic sex party. It won't take long, with your help."

Everyone seemed to hear John, but only certain words came through. "You are all naked and horny. I interrupted your orgy. I will leave you to your sex party if you can help me find some data."

The director spoke with much more confidence, a smile on his face as he looked at his assistant lustfully, then back at John. "What do you need?" He walked toward the nearest station and sat down.

"Are you sure," John asked. "I know you can't begin fucking each other until I get my data. There are so many erect cocks, hard stiff nipples, and wet pussies. Can't you just smell them? Alone, this may take a while." John explained that he wanted all the personal data destroyed. Everything except data that pertained to legitimate creditworthiness. In addition, everyone with poor credit got a fifty-point jump in his or her score.

The director smiled, knowing that what John has asked him to do wouldn't take very long and then he could fuck his assistant director and later his secretary. He issued orders to his team, assigning them specific tasks best suited to their skills. "Come on people, once this is done we can get on with our orgy."

People ran to their workstations, asses and tits jiggling, and cocks swinging, never more eager to work on their new assignments. Within an hour, the tasks were complete. John had the director install a small worm into the mainframe, one that he had Mike created. It would lay dormant until needed.

With all of their assignments finished, they gathered in the center of the facility, anticipating the beginning of the orgy. People were no longer shy; they looked at each other boldly, some stroking cocks or pulling on nipples; a few women were even fingering themselves slowly in anticipation. John checked to see that his instructions had been carried out and Dr. Smith confirmed it. Then he announced to the assembly, "You have all done amazing work and are to be congratulated." Everyone cheered. He looked at the director, "With your permission, I think your orgy should commence. By the way, you will not remember me, or my being here, but this is something you may want to repeat, perhaps making it an annual event. So, enjoy yourselves."

With that being said, everyone turned, looked for a partner, and began pairing off or got into a group. Shy people surprised others with their boldness, taking cocks in their hands and/or mouths. The gays and lesbians outed themselves by choosing their lovers. The director spread his chubby assistant director across the nearest desk, then pulled her stomach out of the way and feasted on her hairy pussy. Meanwhile, she rested her feet on his back and sucked on a large black cock. She congratulated herself for being able to take it into her greedy mouth.

Elizabeth moved unseen through the orgy, whispering suggestions to the participants, "I'll bet she likes it up her ass. Start with a finger." Alternatively, she'd coach a newly outed bisexual woman, "Do what you like, she'll love it."

Regardless of marriage vows or long-term relationships, everyone felt compelled to participate and eagerly did so. John looked around the room; everyone was busy. He called to Elizabeth telepathically that it was time to leave. It was time to attack the other two credit bureaus. If his intel was good, they should be able to use the same tactics. Having Elizabeth to watch his back was a good call, he realized. Fortified by the newly released sexual energy all around him, he and Elizabeth reluctantly dematerialized, leaving the employees to fuck and suck until they tired. They would find their clothes in their cubicles or offices, folded neatly. There was a small chance that their escapades would go unnoticed.

John and Elizabeth were successful in the other two credit bureaus. John was amazed at the number of closeted gay and lesbian people, or perhaps they were just bisexual and the opportunity brought those desires to the surface.

His only regret was not being able to stick around and join the fun. As a result, he decided that it was time to have everyone back to his mansion. He didn't want a huge affair. Instead, he'd have all his agents come by at some time over the span of a week. He was due some down time, after all.

He still needed to deal with Jim and Susan Petersen; they had forty-eight hours remaining. However, he still wasn't any closer to learning who had the remaining two rings. He pondered for a few moments. No one would ever find the two rings he had confiscated. He kept them locked in a dimensional safe of his own creation. Only someone with his power would be able to open it, but they'd still have to find it. Although technically it was in his home, the safe moved periodically. Therefore, it was never in the same place for more than six hours. Only he was able to find it or call it to him, should he so desire.

He thought some more as he left Elizabeth and began to head for home and April. What would he do with the rings, assuming he was successful in collecting all four? He thought about giving one of them to April. But did he really want that for her? She seemed to have no desire for power or responsibility.

Perhaps Elizabeth deserved a ring. Or maybe Candace. He laughed to himself. No, Candace couldn't be trusted with that much power.

"Johnny, sorry to interrupt you, but I may have located the other two rings..." he paused. He didn't like what he had to say. "They are in the Middle East...Dubai to be precise."​