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Chapter Eight

"Why don't we get a dictionary?" Asher complained from the computer.

"Why don't you eat me?" Lalita snapped back and swallowed a yelp as Kent grabbed her and bit the side of her neck.

"I'd love to, but not until we find your trigger."

Still grumpy, she gave Kent a gentle elbow and returned to pacing the room. For the last four hours they had tried every word and word combination they could think of to trigger her. It didn't take Kent long to break the hypnotic suggestion that put her into a trance state, leaving her at the mercy of whoever commanded her. Now the phrase, “Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase” would only make her think of pottery. They even went through the whole “I am the lock--I am the key” thing and the words didn't send her into any kind of trance.

Now they were focusing on breaking the hypnotic suggestion that turned her into a nymphomaniac. Knowing she couldn't be put into a hypnotic state against her will made her feel a little better. Unfortunately, none of them could remember exactly what was said during the times her trigger had been set off.

So now they experimented--endlessly.

"Message from Mr. Jerry," Asher clicked the screen and began to read. "Dear Polly, I've spoken with your father and he sends his love. Your mother is still upset about you shopping for a wedding dress without her, but your father is working on her temper. I sent her the information about what you want on your wedding invitations and that seemed to calm her down a bit. She's angry with you, but I think she'll come around." Asher took a deep breath and continued, "Your cousin is still on the outs with the family. Your father wants you to try to find her and talk some sense into her. He thinks you're the only one that can figure out where she is. Have to run, enjoy your time with your bridesmaids. Love, Adam."

"Bridesmaids?" she said in a dry voice and pretended to ponder "I wonder where we could find a dress big enough to fit you."

Kent ignored her pretending to measure him. "Glad to know Mr. Jerry got through to the Sanjit. I hope he didn't tip the anarchists off."

Asher smirked. "As paranoid as Mr. Jerry is? I doubt even his wife knew what he was doing."

"I wish I could talk to my dad." She toyed with the ends of her hair "He would be overjoyed with my makeover." Laughing softly, she sauntered over to Asher and brushed her lips over his ear as she whispered, "Since you made me take out my lip ring, maybe I should get my nipples pierced instead."

His low growl of approval sent a bolt of desire through her but he kept his attention focused on the computer. "Back to work." Giving her a swat on the butt, he gently pushed her back toward Kent.

She grabbed a handful of roasted almonds. "Can we take a break?"

"No," both men answered in unison.

"Candy, randy, car, bar, feet, neck, tension, lotion." Asher typed the words into a spreadsheet as Kent said them.

"You know, this is like some kind of fucked up free association therapy session." She popped an almond into her mouth and crunched on it. "Candy makes you randy so you take your car to the bar where someone strokes your neck with their feet. They leave you high and dry, so full of tension you grab your jack off lotion."

Kent glared at her while Asher tried to muffle his laughter. "If you keep it up, I'm going to have to spank you for your sassy mouth."

Chewing the almond more slowly, she ran her hand over her breasts. Kent followed her touch and his lips narrowed into a firm line. They wouldn't play with her until they found her trigger, and she took a perverse pleasure in tormenting them. It wasn't fair, or nice, but it did help take her mind off what they were trying to do.

The hypnotic suggestion no longer worked, and she was overjoyed that she couldn't be turned into a mindless zombie. Now if they could break her nymphomaniac switch…

"You want to turn my bottom pink?" She purred and tweaked her now hard nipples. "Do you think you can make me come from spanking?"

Asher barked from the computer, "Stop being such a bitch. We're trying to save your life."

A shudder ripped through her body and she dropped the remaining almonds to the stone floor. Hot desire tightened her already aroused body. Taking a deep breath, she focused on Kent and bit her lower lip.

Kent sat up, his blue eyes wide and intense. "Princess?"

"Trigger," she whispered.

Asher's voice was all business. "Stop. Being. Such." They watched her closely, judging her reaction from each word. "A. Bitch."

Her spine bowed and she tried to remove her shirt from her suddenly too sensitive skin. Rational thought left her as the need spread.

"Thank God," Kent muttered and stood. His cock tented out from his pants. "I thought I was going to have to go jerk off before I lost it."

"On your knees." Asher's voice stroked over her and she sighed.

Yes, this is what she wanted. To be owned, to serve and bring them pleasure. Dropping to her knees on the cold floor, she looked up and waited for instruction.

"Shirt off, then arms behind your back and legs spread." Kent held Asher's hand and whispered something in his ear. She watched them, passive and aroused, knowing that whatever they did it would only bring her pleasure.

Turning to each other, the men stopped and began to take their clothes off. Stiff with expectation, she made a needy sound deep in her throat as she watched them rub their cheeks together. Kent was the first naked and Asher quickly joined him.

In the bright light of the room, she had to resist the urge to touch herself. They weren't watching her as they kissed, maybe they wouldn't notice. Her pussy throbbed as the trigger worked through her. Slowly, she removed one hand from behind her back and inched it down the front of her loose shorts.

Breaking their kiss, both men turned on her with narrowed eyes. Her hand froze, and she stared at them with a tremor of real fear. She'd seen that look before, but it was normally reserved for someone the men were about to beat the crap out of.

"Did we say you could move?" Asher ran his hand over Kent's muscular hip, pressing his dark fingers into the slight indent of Kent's firm ass.

Her fingers remained frozen, a breath away from her pussy. "No."

Kent was at her side before she knew it, jerking her back by her hair. The pain was exquisite and she went pliant in his arms. "You will address us properly. When we ask you a question, you will answer yes or no sir."

"Yes, sir." Her eyelids fluttered shut as he blew a hot breath on her dark nipples.

Releasing her head, he pushed her forward and jerked her shorts off. The feeling of the air on her exposed flesh had her clenching her thighs together.

"Princess, kneel." Asher barked out the order as Kent wrapped his arms around him from behind and reached around to stroke his cock. Arms behind her back, spreading her legs, she tried so hard to keep still. The tug and slow stroke of Kent's hand up and down Asher's erection made her jealous. She wanted to stroke their cocks. She wanted to be the one giving them pleasure, serving them in whatever way they desired. Pale fingers wrapped around Asher's heavy sac and gently stroked that skin until it drew up tight.

"Lovely, isn't she?" Kent said in a lazy drawl as his hips flexed against Asher's buttocks. "Look at how hard her nipples are, and the way her pussy shines with her cream."

Asher reached up to lace his hands behind Kent's neck, and leaned into him. "I can feel the heat coming off her from here. And look at the way she tightens as she watches us."

Unable to help herself, she shifted her hips forward, displaying herself for them. The motion did nothing to relieve her torment and she whimpered.

Kent whispered in Asher's ear again and they both smiled at her. Voracious, eager, there was nothing reassuring in their hot gazes. "Princess, you may close your legs."

"But do not press your thighs together," Kent added with his arrogant smirk that drove her crazy. The muscles in Asher's big chest tensed as Kent licked his hand and began to stroke his large dark cock even faster. "Can you imagine this inside of you? Do you remember what it felt like to have your pussy wrapped around him?" Kent's words tore at her and she wanted to cry. The ache in her body now changed over to pain. Tense, so tight, she watched Asher thrust into Kent's fist.

Asher wet his lips, stroked a hand over his nipple. "I love it when you come. Your hot cream making you slick and open. The way you shudder."

Watching Asher's balls grow tight, she gave into the overwhelming demand and ever so slightly squeezed her thighs together. The sensation jerked a cry from her throat, and both men froze.

"Bad girl," Kent admonished in a stern voice. He gave Asher a kiss and stalked over to her.

"So willful. I don't think she really wants to serve us," Asher added in a soft tone of disappointment.

"I do!" She spread her legs again so they could see her ache, her torment. "Please, please let me serve you."

"Hands and knees," Asher snapped.

Complying at once, she thrust her bottom into the air. Finally, she would get some relief. Tensing in anticipation of Asher's cock soothing her, she jerked in surprise as his hand came down instead in a stinging slap.

Kent knelt in front of her, stroking her cheeks softly in a delicious contrast to Asher kneading her bottom.

"Please," she whispered.

With a soft chuckle, Kent pressed her head toward his straining cock. Rather than letting her take it fully into her mouth, he kept the head out of reach. A quick series of spanks had her yelping and writhing beneath Asher's hands, and Kent inched closer.

"Lick me like an ice cream cone."

The salty taste of the drop of pre-cum on his cock brought a rush of heat through her body and she softened. Behind her, Asher ran his palms over her abused bottom. The sting of his stroke almost brought her to her knees as the pain quickly translated into pleasure.

"Suck him," Asher said in a cold voice and gave her bottom one more slap.

Grateful, she scooted forward and engulfed Kent's cock into her mouth. Her pace was frantic, and Kent thrust his hips with a groan.

A wet, cool tongue licked over her burning bottom and she groaned. It felt so good, the long and gentle licks soothing her flesh. The ache in her pussy was still as deep and she tilted her hips as high as she could into the air in a silent plea.

Struggling to open her throat from this angle, she used her hand to stroke the base of Kent's shaft. He leaned back, the heavy muscles in his thighs tensing as his cock swelled in her mouth.

"Going to come." His hands traced a restless pattern over her cheeks. "Do you want it in your mouth, Princess?"

Unwilling to release his cock, she nodded and continued to jerk him. Thick thumbs spread her bottom open and Asher licked over her puckered asshole in long swipes.

"That's it," Kent crooned. "Make me come."

Two rough fingers worked themselves into her pussy and she screamed around Kent's cock. Hissing, Kent grabbed the back of her head and held her while he emptied himself into her mouth. Pulling back a bit, she circled her tongue around his head, swallowing each salty spurt as it hit the back of her throat.

He pulled out, allowing her to pant as Asher continued to tease her bottom.

Kent reached beneath her and toyed with her nipples, pinching at the tip with his nails. The combination of their attention had her sinking into a state of primal awareness. The only thing that mattered was sensation.

"Fuck her," Kent ordered.

Leaning down, she kissed Kent's hand in gratitude, smoothing her cheek back and forth on his palm.

Asher replaced his fingers with his cock in one smooth motion. Delicious, that was the only word her mind could think of to describe him filling her. Being stuffed with his wide cock, stretched and opened beneath him, was perfection.

Kent lay in front of her and lifted her so her face and shoulders rested on his chest. "Good girl." He traced his fingers down her cheeks. "Clench that little pussy around him. Make him come as quickly as you made me."

His rough talk had both her and Asher voicing their pleasure. After all their play and the influence of the trigger, she was more than ready to have her release. Reaching down, she pressed on her clit and shuddered. Asher's fingers joined hers and his hard pinch on her labia finished her.

Kent gently stroked her back while she arched and howled. Asher slapped her bottom hard and groaned deep in his throat, his shaft pulsing against her while her pussy clenched him tight. A wet finger forced itself into her bottom, and her orgasm changed and turned into something deeper. With a soft chuckle, Kent said, "Her eyes rolled back in her head."

Asher withdrew his finger, drawing one last shudder from her. She was unable to open her eyes as he pulled out. Unable to do anything to help them as a soft towel cleaned her. Little twitches and shivers jerked her body, aftershocks of a pleasure so intense she almost couldn't handle it.

Someone lifted her and held her close. By his smell, it was Asher. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, unwilling to open her eyes. He gently placed her on the bed and drew a sheet over them.

"I love you," he said and his voice grew rough. "I love you both so much."

"You too," was all she could get out before sleep overtook her.

* * * *

Rashid gazed out the window of his suite on the forty-third floor of the Detroit Marriot Hotel and stroked his cock. Down there, on the long sidewalks that ran the length of the Detroit River, tens of thousands would die in agony.

He could hear it now, the screams of the men as they watched their families writhe in pain, the choked gasps of lungs burning. Stroking faster now, he could almost taste the fear that would saturate the air, the panic causing people to trample each other in an effort to escape.

With images of blistered flesh popping open in runny clear blisters, he hunched over and came hard. Gasping, he rested his forehead against the cool glass of the window and looked straight down, the imagined corpses filling the land pulling another shudder from his body.

A harsh pounding at the door connecting his room to the rest of the suite made him bite back a shriek. For a moment, he felt like he was twelve years old again when his mother caught him masturbating to pictures of war injuries in his history book.

"One second," he yelled and tossed the used tissue into the basket. Checking himself in the mirror, he straightened his suit and opened the door.

"You are not going to fucking believe this!" David chortled and led Nancy in on her leash. She had a gag shaped like a rubber dog bone pressed between her lips and another rubber dog bone shoved into her ass. Looks like Rashid wasn't the only one indulging in some afternoon delight.

"What are you talking about?" Rashid calmly took a seat in a wide mahogany chair in the corner of the room.

David snatched the remote and turned the TV on. Flipping quickly through the channels, he came to one of the twenty-four hour news networks. "Watch," he commanded as Nancy remained on her hands and knees.

Ignoring the woman, the sight of her exposed did absolutely nothing for him, Rashid steepled his fingers and sincerely hoped it was good news. David had been on the warpath about the bodyguards escaping with who they assumed was Lalita. Rashid had lied to him and said that one of the men was seriously wounded and would die before he received medical attention. That and the securing of the materials for their big surprise had earned him enough leeway to live another day.

A grim-looking Asian woman addressed the viewing audience from her anchor's chair. "Once again, we just received this footage from an anonymous source. We warn you, what you are about to see is graphic and very disturbing. If you have any children in the room, please have them leave now." She paused, presumably to give people time to change the channel.

David grinned back at him, and Rashid raised his eyebrows. "Just wait, you're going to love this!" David actually clapped his hands together, and Nancy made a mewling sound from behind her bone gag.

"Suspected terrorist, Lalita Chetana, is believed to have killed herself this afternoon." Rashid watched barely concealed excitement flash across her perfect features. "Once again, the video you are about to see is graphic. In it, Lalita Chetana douses herself with gasoline in front of a group of tourists at the base of the Washington Monument."

Rashid gasped, leaning forward and tugging his jacket over his suddenly stiff cock.

The screen cut to a perky family waving at the camera while the camera operator droned off some useless facts about the Washington Monument in the background. The mother was trying to get her two young boys to stop fighting with each other while yelling at the camera operator to 'Put that thing down and help her.' From off-screen, a terrible shriek cut through the mother's nagging and the boys yells. The camera lost focus for a moment, but stayed on the family’s faces long enough to catch the look of extreme terror.

David laughed and clapped again. "This is the best part."

A blurry shot of grass and ground flew by before the camera found its new target. A young Indian woman with her back partially turned, soaked herself with a can of lighter fluid. It ran down her black and purple streaked hair in long, oily drips. Beyond her, a circle of horrified people watched, and David absently noted how a woman was trying to get her man to stop Lalita. Before he could find his balls, Lalita pulled out a Zippo and lit herself on fire.

The camera showed about five seconds of her burning. Hair going up in a floating blaze, clothes turning into a blanket of fire. Rashid's breath came out in heavy pants as he imagined the smell of lighter fluid soaked flesh crisping. In the background, screams and horrified cries from the onlookers caressed against his erection like soft fingers.

The footage cut away and the screen filled with the face of the anchorwoman again. "Can you believe that shit!" David giggled and hit mute, practically dancing across the floor. "She left a suicide note telling her daddy how sorry she was. That she thinks she is losing her mind, that aliens brainwashed her into being a whore and traitor."

Willing himself to maintain control, Rashid's gaze couldn't stay off the screen, hoping for another run of the woman burning herself alive. "Where are her bodyguards?"

"No idea, but I bet they really are going on a vacation where they can't be reached now. If the Sanjit ever gets a hold of them, they'll regret the day they ever met that bitch." David knelt next to Nancy and began to plunge the dog bone in and out of her ass like a man churning butter. "He'll be devastated by this happy turn of events."

Rashid crossed his legs and shifted in the chair. He wanted them out of here, right now, so he could watch the video over and over. "Do you think he'll still come to Detroit?"

"Maybe, maybe not." On the floor, Nancy howled and barked behind her bone gag. "With the Sanjit out of the picture, it will make our job easier. Either the other diplomats will be busy trying to distance themselves from him and his mad terrorist daughter, or they'll be afraid to disturb him. Either way, we are going to blow the fuck out of this pop stand."

Shuddering, Rashid ran his hand over his mouth. "All that beautiful chaos."

"Mhmm hmm," David replied and fondled Nancy's breasts. "Come on, puppy. I want to celebrate."

Barking behind her gag, Nancy followed David out the door. Trying not to slam it, Rashid shut the door and ripped at the zipper of his pants. Eyes glued to the television, he turned the volume up and waited for the replay of the wonderfully horrific video.