MilkyBlonde
Cum Enthusiast
- Joined
- Jul 12, 2011
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You have been expecting to get jumped by a few guys with baseball bats and pipes for the last twenty minutes. The story sounded too good in that discussion board, and the deal did not seem all that believable even if it did take you some time to find that hidden website. Even now, you have your doubts. Abandoned warehouses in the middle of the night are not the place you would usually associate with `secure location´. At least not for you. Or for the small fortune in your pockets.
But despite all your misgivings, it still sounded like too good an opportunity to ignore, and sometimes judgement is clouded by hope. And so, here you are now, in a dusty office on the second floor. A very old place, with some basic industrial furniture someone couldn´t be bothered removing, and a solitary lightbulb hanging off the ceiling as the only source of light.
Is this for safety, or only for theatrics?
The door you came in through opens. The distinct sound of high heels precedes a lovely vision. A woman with a dark tan, six feet tall, with a long, black mane reaching past her butt. She has sharpish facial features but a quite dark skin tone, so it is safe to assume she is mixed with something South-American. Brazillian would be a good guess, judging by her considerable beauty. The carnal type. She wears a black leather skirt, a matching blouse rather tight around her more than noticeable assets, and a white labcoat open down the middle. The woman´s long, toned legs take her to stand in front of you. Her dark eyes survey you coldly for a few seconds, in a way that is disturbingly arousing, before she digs into a large pocket on her coat and extracts two envelopes. One blue, one white. Understanding, you pull out the one you are carrying. After a quick exchange, she begins talking with a smooth, velvety voice.
“You will find six blue pills in the blue envelope.” She briefly points at the blue envelope you are holding on one hand. “They dissolve in liquids quickly, and do not seem to cause any abnormal or unwanted reactions. Just slip them into a drink, and your... target... won´t notice anything.Until the effect hits, that is. She will climax within the next few minutes, and then develop a voracious sexual need. She will be like that for three hours at least. Plenty of time for even the most vigorous man, I´m sure.”
“If you do not have three hours, use the white pills through the same method.” She points at the white envelope on your other hand. “You got six. They will speed up the consumption of the blue pills within the woman´s body. Whether you use them or not, the final effect will be her falling unconscious, and forgetting everything. This means you can do as you wish, free of any consequences. Most of my customers have used them to fulfill their pregnancy fetish, and none have been caught yet. Now, put the envelopes away.”
Once you´ve done as instructed, the woman hides her hands in the pockets of her labcoat.
“Be sure to have two things in mind. First, do not give the woman another pill until at least a few days have passed. The point of these pills is that nobody knows they exist, and the longer things stay that way, the better for everyone involved. Second, there is a website address written inside both envelopes that leads to a site about the pregnancy fetish. The moderators and administrators are actually employees of mine. We appreciate any feedback we get, and take orders if you want more of our product.”
Having said that, the exotic woman turns around and heads for the exit without sparing another glance your way as she waves goodbye with a lazy gesture. Pity her labcoat hides her curves.
After she slams the door closed, you open the envelopes. The blue one has six pills, blue and square-shaped, with no other feature to identify them. The white envelope has six pills, the same as the ones in the blue envelope but with a colour matching their envelope.
The lightbulb goes off.
In the absolute darkness, the warehouse looks even less inviting than before. Might as well not stick around.
(Open for a dominant male who is into impregnation. He is not expected to stick around for all six pills, though, so anyone is welcome for relieving.)
But despite all your misgivings, it still sounded like too good an opportunity to ignore, and sometimes judgement is clouded by hope. And so, here you are now, in a dusty office on the second floor. A very old place, with some basic industrial furniture someone couldn´t be bothered removing, and a solitary lightbulb hanging off the ceiling as the only source of light.
Is this for safety, or only for theatrics?
The door you came in through opens. The distinct sound of high heels precedes a lovely vision. A woman with a dark tan, six feet tall, with a long, black mane reaching past her butt. She has sharpish facial features but a quite dark skin tone, so it is safe to assume she is mixed with something South-American. Brazillian would be a good guess, judging by her considerable beauty. The carnal type. She wears a black leather skirt, a matching blouse rather tight around her more than noticeable assets, and a white labcoat open down the middle. The woman´s long, toned legs take her to stand in front of you. Her dark eyes survey you coldly for a few seconds, in a way that is disturbingly arousing, before she digs into a large pocket on her coat and extracts two envelopes. One blue, one white. Understanding, you pull out the one you are carrying. After a quick exchange, she begins talking with a smooth, velvety voice.
“You will find six blue pills in the blue envelope.” She briefly points at the blue envelope you are holding on one hand. “They dissolve in liquids quickly, and do not seem to cause any abnormal or unwanted reactions. Just slip them into a drink, and your... target... won´t notice anything.Until the effect hits, that is. She will climax within the next few minutes, and then develop a voracious sexual need. She will be like that for three hours at least. Plenty of time for even the most vigorous man, I´m sure.”
“If you do not have three hours, use the white pills through the same method.” She points at the white envelope on your other hand. “You got six. They will speed up the consumption of the blue pills within the woman´s body. Whether you use them or not, the final effect will be her falling unconscious, and forgetting everything. This means you can do as you wish, free of any consequences. Most of my customers have used them to fulfill their pregnancy fetish, and none have been caught yet. Now, put the envelopes away.”
Once you´ve done as instructed, the woman hides her hands in the pockets of her labcoat.
“Be sure to have two things in mind. First, do not give the woman another pill until at least a few days have passed. The point of these pills is that nobody knows they exist, and the longer things stay that way, the better for everyone involved. Second, there is a website address written inside both envelopes that leads to a site about the pregnancy fetish. The moderators and administrators are actually employees of mine. We appreciate any feedback we get, and take orders if you want more of our product.”
Having said that, the exotic woman turns around and heads for the exit without sparing another glance your way as she waves goodbye with a lazy gesture. Pity her labcoat hides her curves.
After she slams the door closed, you open the envelopes. The blue one has six pills, blue and square-shaped, with no other feature to identify them. The white envelope has six pills, the same as the ones in the blue envelope but with a colour matching their envelope.
The lightbulb goes off.
In the absolute darkness, the warehouse looks even less inviting than before. Might as well not stick around.
(Open for a dominant male who is into impregnation. He is not expected to stick around for all six pills, though, so anyone is welcome for relieving.)
