Research Funding
Mitch and Jill both stayed on track to finish their degrees that Spring semester. Thanks to the medallion, neither of them encountered any serious resistance in their programs. Mitch cleared both their paths.
Mitch knew he wanted to devote his time to uncovering the origins of the medallion. Not only did this have implications about his use of its powers, but this sort of detective hunt was what he liked to do. It was the reason he had continued in the anthropology program despite the weak job prospects. He certainly could do this under cover of academia, getting a job at some university. This would take patience as he got a position and secured appropriate funding. New researchers rarely got to decide their priorities, even with the powers vested by the medallion.
Mitch decided he would need to fund his own research. With a large enough donation he could become an associate of some museum for appropriate cover. This would give him full autonomy over his actions and would guarantee total privacy. The only problem was he was essentially broke. Jill was a wizard at manipulating money, once they had some. But it takes a few eggs to make an omelette. They needed funding, both short term and longer. He needed access to some subsistence cash and seed money.
Mitch visited Bart Cubbins, Samantha's husband. It had been several weeks since the shopping spree that Bart had ended up paying for. Mitch figured Samantha's training program would be well underway and Bart might need some assistance understanding his new wife. He used the medallion to get past the front desk guard and to get his secretary to arrange a meeting. Bart was off in a different part of the plant tending to some urgent business, so Mitch enslaved the secretary and used Bart's private office to fuck her. Controlling her had given him another stiffy which needed attention. She must have been an excellent worker, for Bart hadn't hired her for her looks. Marci was homely and overweight with huge sagging tits and a big fat ass and thighs. She did have a nice tight pussy, although a bit hairy for Mitch's tastes. He fucked her on Cubbins' desktop, rolling her over several times, making a hell of a mess out of his papers. He finished with Marci face down, his cock up her ass, her XXXL panties stuffed in her mouth to keep the noise down.
When Bart arrived, Mitch was still standing behind Marci, his cock still buried to the hilt in her butt. Bart was momentarily outraged, "What the hell is going on?"
Mitch enslaved him straight up, "Idiokti̱sía, calm the fuck down!" He did. Mitch finished fucking Marci, then told her "Get dressed and go back to work. Act as if nothing happened." Turning his attention back to Bart, "Tell me, Idiokti̱sía, how is your sex life going? How are things between you and Samantha?"
Bart's eyebrows twitched slightly before he spilled it all. He completely missed the inconsistency of how a total stranger might ask about his sex life. "She's changed somehow. We used to have a fairly normal relationship. You know, the usual thing where the man wants more than the wife. But sex two or three times a week seemed to be the balance that kept us both happy. Lately she's been on a whole new kick, as if her sex drive got a shot of adrenaline right in the heart or something. It's both wild and weird at the same time."
"What is wild? And what is weird?"
"She wants sex all the time, like several times a day. She probably wants more than that, but I'm kind of freaked out. That's the wild part. What's weird is she can't keep her mouth off my cock. I mean, I do like a good blowjob now and then. But she wants to suck me off all the time. Before dinner, after dinner, before I leave for work, while I'm trying to read the paper, while I'm making work phone calls. Not that I am complaining. I just worry that she is having some sort of, you know, emotional ... thing. I kind of like it, but it isn't normal. Not for her, anyway."
"And there's one other weird thing. The hats. She suddenly has a fetish for hats. She always wearing one. To the grocery store, at the table, to bed. She had never worn hats at all before now."
"Let me help you out with that, Idiokti̱sía. You no longer think anything is wrong with Samantha. One of the reasons you married her was for her overactive appetite for sex. You do love her dearly, and want to provide for her needs. She just needs to fuck a lot. So as much as you reasonably can, you'll always try to give her that. It it perfectly normal for her to be infatuated with oral sex. She will never be disappointed if you are not hard. She just wants to have you in her mouth. Or in her pussy. Or up her ass. And those hats? It's her secret signal that she is horny. That's all. If it's true she's wearing hats all the time, then she must be horny all the time. But that's why you married her, right? Besides, you think the hats are kind of cute. They tend to make you horny as well. You are such a lucky guy! From now on you have a new pet name for her. You like to call her 'Dirty Sam'."
Bart's eyes got wide as he murmured, "Mmm, ya, Dirty Sam..."
"Dirty Sam has been going to the mall every morning. You may see some unexpected purchases show up on the credit cards from time to time. Pay it no mind. Sam knows what she is doing. A hot fuck like her deserves to spend a little money now and then. She lives in your fancy home and spends your money, in return, you fuck her like dirty slut. You both get what you want. You are good with that, right?"
"Sure, that sounds like a fair deal for all." Bart counted himself among the luckiest men on Earth.
"On a different front, Idiokti̱sía, how is your business going?"
"Actually very well. This is insider information, but at the annual stockholder's meeting next month, we are going to announce record sales, record orders, and several key patents. The stock should double and stay there for weeks." Bart had just broken the law without hesitation.
Mitch was no wiz kid, but he knew the potential of what he had just heard, "That's good to know. I'll keep that in mind. I have a few investment opportunities in mind. One of them might be stock in your company. I was wondering if you could lend me some money. It's for investments, so I may not be able to pay it back. Trust me, Idiokti̱sía."
"Sure, that would be fine. I have five thousand in my office safe I can give you right now. Give me a day or two, and I can get quite a bit more. How much would you need?"
"Could you get your hands on a hundred thousand?"
"I should be able to do that. I have a good relationship with my bank and can get it later today." Bart moved a wall tapestry and opened his safe, pulling out a neat stack of bills. He handed them to Mitch, "So, I didn't catch your name?"
Mitch took the offered cash, "My name is Mitch. Of course, you think of me as your Master. But it is important that you refer to me as Mitch. No one else must know that you are my slave, not even Sam. Guard this secret with your life. When you get the 100k, give the money to Sam. Tell her to take it shopping with her. I know how to find her."
"Excellent. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, that will be good for now. If I need more I know how to get ahold of you. Let's say I did need more. How much could you swing?"
"I could probably do a half a million. But it would take some time to get that much. I would have to dip into some reserves."
"OK, don't do anything about that at this time. Remember this, Idiokti̱sía. You are happy you helped me out. You are not concerned that you may never see the money again. There's always more where that came from."
Mitch thought he would toy with Bart Cubbins, because he could, "Idiokti̱sía, seems you've always had a lust for fat chicks. Your secretary sure has it, that special look that makes your dick hard: obese, unshaven, plain looking. Double her pay so you have an excuse to fuck her any time you want. Since you are paying her twice what she is worth, you get to use her any way you like. You'll find she quivers like a bowl of jello when you fuck her up the ass. Treat her like a whore, because that's what she is. And remember, Idiokti̱sía, that Dirty Sam needs a lot of sex, sometime more than you can provide. She's so horny, you might need your secretary's help to keep Dirty Sam under control. Starting in a few days, take Marci home and make her fuck your wife. Imagine that Cubbins, your dirty wife and your slutty secretary in bed together, two horny fuck puppets doing anything and everything you say. Turn your bedroom into a pornography studio so you can record every nasty thing you make them do to each other."
"I'll be in touch. Make sure you get that cash today so Dirty Sam can deliver it tomorrow."
"You bet, Mitch. Thanks for everything!"
On his way out Mitch worked over the secretary, "Marci, Idiokti̱sía, fucking your boss is part of your job description now. Mr Cubbins pays you well, so in addition to keeping his business affairs well organized, you always fuck him like he's the greatest lover in the world, making it as fun and pleasurable for him as you can. Of course, fucking Mr. Cubbins for money makes you a prostitute, bought and paid for. And that means Mr. Cubbins has every right to fuck you at any time, in any hole, in any position he wants, unrestricted access, 24X7. He can even take you home to share with his wife if he wants. You'd like that because you've always had a secret lesbian crush on that sexy Mrs. Cubbins, regularly fantasizing all the obscene things you'd like to do to her. After all these years of thinking yourself unattractive, now you have a rich man willing to pay you to fuck him and his horny wife. You'll always find whoring for Mr. Cubbins to be intensely erotic. Something about the filthy nastiness of fucking for money makes you come and come every time."
Mitch gently held her chin with his thumb and forefinger, making her look directly into his eyes, "Pay close attention to this Idiokti̱sía. This is very important." Marci nodded slowly as the medallion pried open her mind, body, and soul to his commands, "From now on you will endure as both Mr Cubbins' loyal dedicated secretary and his cheerfully obedient whore. You always follow his orders without question or hesitation. You will address him respectfully as 'Mr. Cubbins', his wife as 'Mrs. Cubbins' in public, and 'Dirty Sam' in private. You will show him genuine appreciation when he honors you by coming inside you or all over your face and tits. And routinely throughout the day, as you perform your normal secretarial duties, you will offer him your signature service, 'Yes, Mr Cubbins. Would you like me to lick your balls now?' "
As he was leaving, the intercom buzzed, "Marci, I need you in here, now!"
