The Wardens Wife Redux Ch 13

Chapter 13

It was a strange feeling; power was. Nevertheless, Jenny embraced it. There were many things she didn't understand. She did know she had control of others, in some small way. She also knew she was shifting back and forth between two worlds. At least it felt like two worlds. She didn't understand why or how Jane was in both these worlds, but she knew that Jane was her anchor. If she was going to figure this all out, she knew Jane was an essential part of it. This wasn't the only thing she didn't understand, there were many. For instance, which world was the true world? One seemed to be more dominant than the other. This one, the one she was in now, where she was where she married Dr. Greg Thomas, warden of the High Desert Nevada State Prison. It was where she first encountered the slut, Jane. She was her husband's fuck bunny. He had tried to hide it from her. But being the warden of a prison, seemed to allow a man certain privileges. It wasn't right, but she tolerated it. After all, she had her affairs, too. And still at Greg's suggestion she and Jane fucked, finally enjoying a three-way with Greg. It was fun. Perhaps inmate Jane had some of the answers she needed.

Once again unannounced Jenny visited the prison under the guise of seeing her husband and hoping to get some private time with Jane. The receptionist told her the warden was out, but she could wait in his office until he returned. She agreed, thinking that would give her time to make an excuse to see Jane alone, Greg would probably think it was for some private sex, which they'd let him join in later. She was startled to see Jane already there, naked except for a chain-like belt hanging loosely from her waist. It made her look all the more sexy.

"Oh, hiya Jenny, I didn't know you'd be coming by today," she said as she ran to meet her gracefully on tiptoes. She pulled Jenny into a kiss that had her pussy weeping with joy. The kiss broke after almost a minute Jane said, "I'm sorry, you missed Dr. Thomas. He left about ten minutes ago. I was going to do some yoga. Do you want to join me? You practice yoga, too, don't you? Of course, you do, how else could you maintain that body of yours?"

Thankful for this lucky coincidence, Jenny agreed and stripped to her bra and matching panties. Jane frowned, "No, Jenny, this is nude yoga, my favorite; you'll have to take those off too." It was no big deal for Jenny, and she quickly shed them. Jenny began to stretch and ask Jane a few questions. Jane was pretty, but not the sharpest knife in the drawer. When asked how long she'd been the warden's playmate, she couldn't provide a single satisfactory answer. All her answers were very vague. "A long time, or a month," or the one Jenny hated the most, "I dunno." Jane couldn't recall her crime or how long she'd have to serve, and she was becoming a little irritated.

Then she finally perked up, "All these questions are making me horny, how about you continue to ask your questions, while I suck on your pussy a little bit."

Shrugging it off, Jenny reluctantly agreed. Jane lay back on the couch and Jenny lowered her pussy to her mouth, sitting on her face she tried asking a few more questions. But soon abandoned any hope of getting any more information from the slut, as she brought Jenny to a very satisfying climax. Not being one to ignore the needs of her partner, Jenny then bent over and reciprocated as they ate each other to one climax followed by another.

~

It was the responsibility of Doug Hopkin to maintain the "stasis tanks", also called "stasis chambers" and their inhabitance. He was extremely competent at this since it was his design. The tanks were essential to the project allowing the occupants to float freely while all their senses were deprived of stimulation. Then the subjects became a part of the mind-altered reality program. It was a lot like dreaming. However, it was more realistic as they could eventually interact with others within the program.

The five subjects were conditioned over time, drugged, and hypnotized into accepting the programming. This was the bedrock for the project that would take non-violent offenders and eventually convert them into productive members of society. For four of the subjects, it worked flawlessly. However for the fifth, not so much. Inmate 89074 Douglas Cooper, something went horribly wrong. A schism was created, one in which nonviolent Douglas Cooper accidentally killed Doug Hopkins and assumed his identity.

Floating freely in the tank, Doug Hopkin's body slowly decomposed as Doug Cooper continued wearing his biofeedback implants providing data to the computers. Why Doug Cooper didn't run away is somewhat of a mystery. Perhaps some of the conditioning he'd undergone had taken hold. His fragile mind, crippled by the drugs and hypnosis, was likely further traumatized by taking a life. As a result, he reasoned it was best to trade places. So, he stayed and played the charade. All the while knowing that he'd be caught eventually, but unable to do little else. Although he lacked his education, Doug learned quickly how to maintain the equipment. He took good care of the other inmates, none of whom he'd known or had seen.

The program was too important not to try again Jane surmised. After the party, Jane made it a point to stop by the biology department and cement her new reputation as being approachable and one of the girls. There were several gay men and women in the company working on the project, some were openly gay, while others didn't reveal their sexual preferences. The main biology lab consisted of a team of five, three men and two women. One of the women was openly gay. Jane thought that perhaps the conditions of her silence were confided to men only. Without realizing that she was still experiencing "bi-curiosity" she decided to try again. After chatting with the two women on duty while waiting for the results, she learned there would be an hour delay, and asked to have the results brought to her office.

After she left, the women spoke. "There's something different about her. Have you noticed?" The other said that she's friendlier than she'd been before but other than that, she didn't notice anything different. Reluctant to say what she suspected, she thought she'd observed the young doctor checking them out on more than one occasion. So, when the test results were ready, the gay biologist quickly volunteered, wanting to see if her "gaydar" was correct. It was a long walk to Dr. Lofton's office. Arriving she knocked on the door, entering only after being invited in.

Stepping from behind her desk Jane approached the woman asking her to take a seat while she looked over the results. Jane had been rehearsing what to say and now was the time. She began by asking the biologist if she understood how important their work was, then talked a little about the important role the biologists played. She had the older woman worried that there was going to be a complaint or reprimand and she braced herself. Finally, Jane was ready, having set the stage.

"It's important to our program that you would let me eat your pussy. You see, I've been curious for some time. I don't have many, who am I kidding, I don't have any friends here, in Las Vegas, that is. Are you okay with that?"

Jane's face turned crimson, that wasn't at all what she'd planned on saying. "Shit! Shit," she said to herself, but her face remained calm, not revealing the battle going on between her ears. The temperature in her office climbed several degrees, as she looked at the woman whose surprised face turned into a curious grin.

"Hmmm...I don't know. I see what you get, but what's in it for me?" She asked stunning Jane even further.

"Ah...what do you mean?"

"Well, you get to eat some quim, but what do I get? I mean you're new at this, and you might screw this up, so what do I get out of teaching you what a woman likes?"

She was completely baffled by the situation. Not having planned for this contingency, Jane was at a distinct disadvantage, and all her addled brain could think of was, "Well, what do you want?"

A sly smile appeared on the woman's face, "Well my dear, you can begin by stripping. I assume you don't have anywhere to be in the next hour or so."

"No...but" Jane reluctantly admitted.

"Well, what are you waiting for," the woman scolded. "By the way, you will cover for me should anyone ask." Jane nodded and began slowly taking off her dress. She was wearing garters to hold up her stockings, and her favorite matching set of sexy lace bra and panties.

"Nice, but don't stop there, if I'm going to let you eat my pussy, I have to see who I'm giving it to."

Jane was now completely naked in front of a subordinate who fortunately didn't report to her. There could be all sorts of HR issues, to say the least. She didn't understand why she let herself be manipulated like this; it went against everything she believed. Before she could object, the biologist pulled out her phone and snapped off a few pictures. "This is insurance, just in case this is some sort of trick to get me fired."

Gaining some courage, Jane decided to take a stand. "Okay, so I kept my end of the bargain, let's see that pussy."

"Oh, getting sassy, huh? I like sassy." The woman shed her lab coat and opened her blue jeans, pulling them down to expose a red thong and pale white skin. She slipped off her shoes and pulled the pants off with her thong. She was completely bald and had four metal studs piercing her outer lips and a gold ring in her clit. The biologist spread her legs, then rubbed her pussy a few times before beckoning Jane to her by curling her index finger.

Moving to the couch Jane knelt and lowered her head. She still didn't understand why she was doing this; she'd just got into a relationship with Greg. She'd been trying to get him to notice her for months. She extended her tongue and took a long lick. "What the fuck is that? I'm not a lollipop. Put your mouth down there and open me up use that short tongue and lips first." It was like a slap in the face, it stung, and Jane redoubled her efforts trying to please her teacher. "Hmmm.... that's better. There may be some hope for you after all. Now lick around my piercings. That's right, slide your tongue around each and then move to the next. Oh yeah, that's it. Now gently pull on the ring.... Oh mmm...yes, don't stop, that's it yes. Lick it up...yes...yes!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!"

She had done it, and now Jane was swallowing the rewards of her labor. She licked lightly around her sensitive clit as the woman creamed more. Jane marveled at the flavors the differences and the similarities to her scents and tastes. She was enjoying eating her first pussy. Then there was a knock on the door, pulling Jane back to reality. She was about to panic. "Go let her in, it's my lab associate, hurry back, I'm not through with you."

Jane wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Using the door for cover she opened it to see the black biologist who quickly stepped into the office and closed the door relishing Jane's naked body. "Look at you. Damn, you look much better naked than I thought you would. Damn!"

Without getting Jane's permission she pulled and twisted Jane's left nipple, causing her to grimace at the sudden pain. She quickly followed with her hand to Jane's pussy. "She's wet. Have you fucked her yet?"

"No," her associate said, "I just finished teaching her to eat pussy. I have to say she is a quick learner. Did you bring it?"

By now the black woman had cupped her hand and inserted two fingers into Jane's pussy, which was dripping wet. That put Jane on her tiptoes, as she allowed the woman to manipulate her drawing squeals as she danced on her hand.

"I like this one; she's so willing to please. Look at her." Remembering the question, she was asked, "Oh, yes I don't leave home without it. Come here," she pulled Jane close. "Get on your knees and open my jeans, let's see if you know what to do."

Jane did as she was told and unbuttoning the woman's jeans a giant black plastic cock sprung forth. Wasting no time Jane pulled it down and began sucking on it like it was the real thing.

"That's right get it real wet and slippery because you know where it's going to be in a minute." Her lab partner wrapped herself around her friend. She'd finished undressing and her "A" cup tits with eraser-like nipples bored into her friend's back. Reaching around her she began unbuttoning her blouse. Jane continued to worship the plastic cock. After she was naked, and her friend warmed her up with a little bit of titty play. She ordered Jane to stop and lay on her back, she was going to fuck her missionary style. She wanted to see Jane's face as she impaled her and fucked the shit out of her.

As their fucking became more urgent the other moved to Jane's head and she played with Jane's tits and watched her squirm. "Let's see which she loves best, cock or pussy." The white biologist lowered her pussy, covering Jane's face. Using all the tricks she'd learned, it wasn't long before Jane was again rewarded with pussy nectar, just as she too came from the pounding she was getting.

It was getting late, the three had been fucking for over an hour, despite having a private office with a bathroom, Jane had work and responsibilities, and sooner or later someone not interested in playing would be knocking on the door.

"Well, I have to say Dr. Jane; you are quite the surprise and a good fuck. Perhaps we can do this again sometime, maybe at my place or yours," the pale white biologist said, the black one smiled in agreement grabbing her plastic cock through her jeans.

All Jane could do was smile, relieved that they were finally leaving. She'd been well fucked and looked the part. It was a good thing her bathroom had a shower. She sprayed Lysol and another flowery air freshener, but it still smelled like pussy to her, probably since she still had pussy juices on her face and in her nasal cavity. She checked her calendar, she saw she had an appointment with a department head in twenty minutes, just enough time to shower.

As she washed, she heard the voice in her mind, "So, if you want to test me again you might be exposed as the slut you are." She giggled at the double entendre. It wasn't lost on Jane. She still wasn't thinking straight, she'd just had a lesbian three-way, loved it, and was eager for more. But she also craved Greg's cock, which loomed larger in her mind with all the benefits that came with being his girlfriend. "What's the matter? You can't choose between the two? Seems to me you need a lot more pussy?" Jenny's laughter faded as Jane found one of her hands pulling on a nipple, while the other was stirring her pussy. Defeated Jane pulled her fingers from her pussy and licked them clean. She wanted to cry, but she'd been so excited she wasn't sure if this was a blessing or a curse. As she exited her bathroom, she was pleased to find the office only smelled slightly like pussy.

After all the practice and preparation, the presentation went off flawlessly. Everyone played their part like musicians in the Boston Symphony Orchestra, adding their voice when appropriate and yielding to a colleague at the right moment. It had all been conducted masterfully by Dr. Thomas and Dr. Lofton. After touring the plant, the government party was delighted and approved full funding for the next five years. They congratulated them for a fabulous in-depth presentation.

and commented on how much they appreciated the professionally bound presentation booklets.

After their guests and benefactors left, the promised party happened for real. Caterers had been hired in advance, they included non-alcoholic beverages, having learned from the previous encounter. Music played throughout the facility and a slide presentation was shown featuring photographs of the team in the early stages beginning and fed on a loop. Slides included still photos of the first five inmates as they underwent testing both physical and psychological, then pictures of the beginnings of the treatments, which included videos of the five signing their consent to be part of the experiment. At every stage of the treatment, there was a group of pictures. The hypnosis sessions, individuals and later in groups, the administration of the drugs, and more hypnosis. It also showed the creation of the tanks and Dr. Doug and his team. The final feature was a video of the first test subject, the inmate known as "Liz", as she was being put into the tank. She was naked and barely conscious.

The highlights of the video were of Dr. Thomas and Dr. Lofton putting the petite dazed woman into the launching chair as bio-waste collection devices were inserted and installed. There was an intimate scene that depicted how the drugged woman clutched Dr. Thomas, her eyes open but unfocused, and how compassionately Dr. Lofton helped pry her loose. It didn't capture the words she seemed to be speaking, but Doctors Thomas and Lofton were all smiles as the tank began filling with special fluid and a device was plugged into the back of her head at the cortex. No one seemed to notice the difference between Dr. Doug Hopkins then and now, probably because even back then Doug was somewhat of a loner. You didn't see much of his face, even as he checked the connections to the other devices before adding the sensory-neutralizing headset and goggles.

As the video played on, Dr. Jane Lofton watched closely, remembering the exact moment, when Liz seemed to have awakened and grabbed Dr. Thomas by his lab coat. Gently Jane helped Greg remove her hands. Even though she was drugged she was still strong and Jane needed most of her strength to remove her hand. The video barely captured her lips moving. "What was it she said?" Jane didn't remember. The fluid was rising. They lowered Liz into the launch chair where the technicians completed the installations. Greg and Jane stepped out of the tank, pants legs rolled up to their knees and wet from the fluid. When the fluid reached the proper level, the launching chair was removed as Liz floated on her back.

As the video moved on and others were shown to undergo the same installation in their tanks, Jane thought back to that day and the events that the video couldn't capture. When Liz grabbed Greg's lab coat she appeared to be lucid. Then she remembered the strange comment. "Please, don't leave me, sweetheart, I'll be good. I promise." When Jane managed to free Greg of her grip, she surrendered. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, the drugs winning the battle. Still, she had forgotten how strange that comment had been. Greg played it off saying something about her hallucinating, and later confessed. As a man, he was more focused on her lovely "A" cup breasts. Jane dismissed it. She realized he like most men may have been more focused on the subject's naked body.

"No, that wasn't it," she thought. It was something more...something Greg said about her appearance. It was slowly becoming clear to her. He said something about looking like someone he knew. "... she resembles my cousin Jenny at her wedding. That was it." There was more to it, but that wasn't important.

Snapping her fingers, Jane said, "That may explain why Liz became Jenny." The more she thought about it, the more she understood that Jenny didn't like her very much, Things were beginning to make sense, too. She separated them, Liz, and Dr. Thomas. In her drugged state that could have led her anywhere, but easily to resenting her. The celebration ended around 3 PM, employees were given the rest of the day off with pay, the real work to commence the following day.

Finding Jane, Greg pulled her into a secluded spot as the crowd of employees disbursed. He found her lips and kissed her passionately. As the kiss slowly ended, he asked if she had dinner plans. Of course, she didn't, and he invited her to his place, he was cooking. "A man who cooks," Jane said, "Certainly a great catch. What time?"