Blue X

Christina awoke. She was lying naked on some sort of low table. It had a metal frame but instead of a tabletop it had a strange plastic grill. She tried to sit up. She couldn't. Looking around she saw her arms and legs fixed to the corners of the table. Looking around, she saw that she was in a large padded room painted surgical white. On one wall was a large mirror (Christina suspected it was one of those two way ones), and there were air vents in the ceiling. She was not alone; nerdy looking man stood in each corner and there were two by the door. "Those moral alliance bastards!" Thought Christina, as her memory slowly started to return to her. She remembered vaguely being drugged along with Jack and Heather, but the rest was a blur.

"Welcome, agent Christina." Said a disembodied voice that seemed to come form behind the mirror. "I'm glad to see you have finally awoken. I hope you dreams were clean." He said in a mocking tone. Christina struggled against her bonds, "What have you done to Heather, and Jack?!" She yelled. "Unlike yourself, your slaves can be reprogrammed. They shall soon be fully fledged Moral Alliance Operatives." The voice said in a matter of fact tone. Christina was getting sick of this, "Who are you?" she asked. The cold voice laughed; "I suppose I can tell you, as you'll never leave this room. I am Professor Smith. I am the head of the Moral Alliance. Now that we've got to know one another, I suspect you're wondering what we intend to do with you. Yes?" Professor Smith didn't wait for a reply. "You are totally addicted to sex. We cannot change you. However you may still be of great use to us. Our scientists have been studying your Blue X for some time now, but have yet to test it on a human subject. Our agents are too valuable to risk, so we shall experiment on you." Christina gulped.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and it opened. The two men by the door walked out, and a few minutes later returned. They were pushing a trolley with a huge glass vat full of Blue X. "We need to know what an overdose of Blue X would do to a person." Professor Smith said. Christina gasped, she knew what could happen. The addictive nature of Blue X made it akin to Heroin, she could OD on it and die. Blue X also made her incredibly horny. Restrained like she was, it would be impossible to relieve herself and she could go insane through lack of orgasm. These were her main concerns but there were many more. The men put a stepladder next to the large vat, they climbed up it and started lifting out buckets of Blue X. Christina struggled as they poured bucket loads of Blue X onto her naked body. The sticky gelatinous substance was soon filling all her orifices. Christina started to feel a familiar tingling all over.

Meanwhile, Heather and Jack were strapped to chairs with electrode stuck to different parts of their bodies. They were in a room surrounded by Moral Alliance guards. In front of them was a movie screen, showing picture of churches, families, and Walt Disney. Occasionally a porno picture would appear. When Jack or Heather began to be aroused by this, the electrodes on their head would give them a headache, and the electrodes on their penis and vagina would dull the sensation. "We must fight it Heather!" said Jack. Heather just nodded grimly while trying to think naughty thoughts about Walt Disney. It wasn't working…

"Oh. Oh. OOOO!" Christina moaned. Her entire body had become an erogenous zone. She needed to be touched, she had to orgasm. Her pussy juices dripped through the tabletop grill onto the floor, where they mixed with Blue X and perspiration. Her body glistened with sweat. "That's it!" Thought Christina, "Sweat! The Blue X will increase my pheromone production, making me irresistible to men! If I'm going to survive this I need to sweat." Christina began to throw her hips up and down, shake her head, and generally thrash about. "Oh! Boys! I need you!" She screamed to her captors "Oh. I want your cocks deep in me! I MUST suck you off! Oh! OH! I'M SO HORNY! Please…" The pleas and the wild display got the attention of the six guys. They looked on and wrung their hands, trying to resist. Then the smell hit them. Even though they were over two meters apart, the men could smell Christina. It was like sex for the nose; her need, her desire, her passion, was all conveyed in this scent. The men couldn't resist. The first to crack was short man by the door. He ran to Christina and began to loosen her bonds. "OH! YES BABY!" Christina yelled, she grabbed him, pulled off his pants and slammed him onto the table. She quickly rubbed some Blue X onto his swollen cock, and jumped on top of him. "Resist the Temptress!" Ordered Professor Smith, form behind the mirror. "Too late Prude!" Yelled Christina, as he ripped of another guards pants and shoved her mouth over his dick. The man was unable to resist this lightning fast deep throating and was soon spraying his cum all over Christina's face. It didn't take long for Christina to get organised. She sat on the guy who fucked her snatch, while another guy did her in the arse. She used her hands to give two men a hand job, while she sucked off the other two guards at the same time.

She was wild, beyond control; orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, while the men's jism soon covered her whole body. Jack could smell something. It was coming from the air vent above him. It smelt like sex… it smelt like Christina! He looked around the guards had run out off the room. Somehow the Christina's scent must be drawing all the Moral Alliance operatives to her. Jack struggled and managed to tip his chair over. "Come on Heather! Now's our chance! We can escape." Jack called out while lying on the floor. "No, Jack." Heather replied in a monotone, "it's good to be good." Jack gasped, the mental reprogramming had obviously worked. Working at his restraints against the hard bumpy floor, he managed to get his hand free. He quickly freed himself and then freed Heather. "Come with me Heather. We're going to fuck!" He told her. "No Jack. That's dirty!" Heather said and started to run away. Jack grabbed Heather and threw her over his shoulder. She kicked and screamed. Jack carried the struggling Heather out of the room.

Following his nose Jack soon found the room Christina was in. An amazing sight greeted him. Christina's sex scent must have gone through the air vents to every part of the building. Moral Alliance operatives were fucking every where. Someone had tipped over the vat of Blue X and the room was a blue sea of men and women having sex. In the middle of the room, on the low table Christina was fucking six guys. Jack waded through the sea of bodies, and threw heather up against a wall. He scooped up and handful of Blue X of the floor, and rubbed it into Heather's arse. "No! No!" Cried Heather, but Jack paid no attention. He pushed her against the wall and drove his rock hard cock into her arse. Rubbing back and forth Heather quickly achieved orgasm. "Thank you Jack." She said, kissing him passionately. Then they went to enjoy the amazing orgy that surrounded them. Jack ate out a young brunette's pussy, while two blonde twins with big tits sucked on his cock and licked his anus. Heather pulled off two guys and drank their cum, while a huge black man pounded her arse. Christina just couldn't stop fucking.

The orgy lasted for hours and hours. The Moral Alliance operatives kept fucking while Professor Smith tried in vain to order them to stop. "This is ungodly! What you are doing is wrong!" Professor Smith shouted from behind the mirror. Finally Jack had had enough. He pushed aside an Asian chick that was giving him a titty fuck, and punched in the mirror. There sat a man of about fifty in a wheelchair. Jack grabbed the professor and pulled him into the room. Jack then laid him on the table near Christina. "You vile slut!" Professor Smith spat at Christina. "That's right. I am a slut," said Christina. "I'll do anyone. Even you." Christina pulled down his pants, to find the smallest penis she'd ever seen. "So that's what his problem was…" She thought to herself. She rubbed some Blue X on his tiny prick, and jerked him off while he lay rigid like a board. Finally he spurt of cum flew into the air, and he became limp. "How do you feel slave?" Asked Christina. "Good mistress!" professor Smith replied enthusiastically. Christina smiled; "Well then let the orgy continue…"