Tiny But Fierce Ch 02 Scopolamine

Tiny But Fierce 2, Scopolamine

Same characters, same assertion that any resemblance to actual people is... coincidence. But be aware this is a retooling of a fantasy. Hope you enjoy it.

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"Wait a minute." I said, as I subtly adjusted my stiffening cock through my shorts. "You want to run that one by me again?" I was speaking to Molly, my across-the-street neighbor, a cute late 20- something brunette with marital issues. We were seated around the table on my backyard deck, enjoying the warm summer breeze. It was a Friday evening and my wife was working out of town and my boys were staying with their grandparents. As usual, the perfect circumstances for me to get into trouble.

Now, before you think too poorly of me, Molly frequently comes by the house. For being a married adult, she's still something of a child. Her awesome husband, Martin,(insert sarcastic tone here) is currently incarcerated with the county. He'd gotten a bit too friendly on-line with what turned out to be a sheriff's deputy working an internet predator sting. So, to make a long story short, Anne (my wife) and I had sort of adopted our youngish neighbor and tried to keep her occupied and otherwise out of trouble. At least for the next 18-24 months with good behavior.

Molly was petite, with a tight little body, albeit quite flat-chested. (I can't have everything!) Her hair was worn in shoulder length bob style and she had a cute upturned nose and just a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose.

She took a drink of her vodka and lemonade, while I sipped my Captain and coke.

"I want you to have sex with my body." I just about choked on my drink. Wiping my face with a napkin, I wryly replied.

"Okay, yeah, I got that part. But what's the catch? I mean other than me giving up six months ago on offering to 'help you out' and swearing you'd never cheat on Martin, no matter how horny you became?"

Molly let out a sigh. "Don't get me wrong. I'm horny as hell. But I'm also determined to not go behind Martin's back."

"Okay, so explain the whole 'sex with your body' thing and how that's not going behind Martin's back."

"Simple. I want you to go behind my back too."

"Look, I'm a smart guy. And more than willing to help a girl out... but I'm confused."

"Joe, I'm irritable, frustrated and horny. My co-workers are ready to kill me. And no matter how hard I try, I can't get myself off. I'm just convinced that my body needs some release. Just before Martin got arrested, we were fucking like rabbits. I was really enjoying this whole marriage thing. Then- boom! He gets locked up and I get nothing for over a year. I take my vows seriously, and I plan to wait on him. But... I think I'm at a tipping point and I could use some help. I have a plan. I want to get fucked... but I don't want my brain to remember getting fucked... just my body."

"Okay, I'm listening." This time, I didn't try to be subtle when I adjusted my cock. I was instead taking a long, hard look at the body in question. Molly caught my motion through the glass top of the table and gave a little smile.

"I'm glad I have that effect on you. It's flattering. Anne is a lucky woman, and she WON'T hear a word about this. I swear. Now, let me see your phone."

I silently handed her my phone and after a few seconds of fiddling with it, she pointed its camera at herself and began to record a brief video.

"I, Molly Stockard am at my neighbor Joe Green's house. I am about to take a dose of Scopolamine. I am doing this of my own free will and volition. My plan, is that once I'm under the affects of the drug, my friend Joe here will have sex with me. I intend for him to use my body in any way he pleases. There is no possibility of this being misconstrued as anything but mutually consenting adults having adulterous sex. Should my prepared dosage be somehow off and I require medical attention, I do not hold Joe Green responsible other than asking that he make the call for an ambulance. I am fully aware of the risks I am taking."

With that, she smiled, and turned off the camera and handed me my phone back. She also pulled out of her pocket a small envelope and a folded piece of paper. She handed me the paper.

"This is my dosage and medical information." She then dumped the powder from the envelope in her half-full drink, swirled it around and drank the whole thing down.

I sat there, looking at her stunned. "Molly, what the hell did you just take?" "Scopolamine. Look it up. I've put all the information on that sheet."

"And what the hell is it supposed to do to you?"

Molly closed her eyes, smiled and stretched. "If I got the dosage right, then in about 20 minutes, I'll be a bit loopy, VERY compliant, and completely unable to form memories for the next 12-18 hours."

"And I'm supposed to just fuck your drugged body? How is that going to be any fun for me?"

"Joe, I'm still going to be conscious, just not in any position to say no. Isn't that what you've always wanted? A living 'fuck doll'? You've mentioned how you wish you could be rougher with Anne sometimes, or that she'd let you go anal more than a couple of times a year. Now's your chance. I'm convinced that my body needs this. I just don't want the guilt that goes with it. This way, I get to stay sane, and give you a little treat too. Look, if you really don't want to, just take me home. But I really think I need someone to watch over me just in case I have any issues with the meds."

"This is fucking crazy." I knew I was going to do it. And DO her. And in as many nasty ways as I could get my dick up for... but I was still unsettled. I drained my drink, and stood. Gesturing at her now empty glass, "You want another? I do."

Molly shook her head. "No. too much alcohol increases the chances of side-effects. Just water."

When I returned, Molly and I sat and drank. Water for her, a light rum and coke for me. (No sense in reducing my performance unnecessarily...) I questioned her, trying to make sure that she was sure of this plan. I also tried to see if there was anything that she wouldn't want to do while under the influence. She assured me that she was up for anything. "Any hole. As many times as you want. I won't remember any pain, so spank me, tie me up, whatever. Bruises are okay, but try not to damage me. Remember I do have to go to work on Monday. Joe, I WANT to be sore tomorrow and I WANT you to have a good time. You deserve it for helping me- both with this and all the times you've helped me around the house."

Our conversation eventually tapered off. I looked up from my now empty glass and noticed Molly, sitting perfectly still, just staring off into the distance.

"Molly."

"Hmmm?" she said faintly, her expression not really changing.

"Finish your water." She dutifully picked up her glass and drained the rest of the half-full glass. It was time to move this party inside. I led her into the bedroom. She easily followed with me holding her hand. I took her by the shoulders and searched her glassy eyes.

"Molly, are you sure you want to do this?" It seemed to take her a couple of seconds to process the question.

"Do what?" came out in a small voice. I took her face gently in my hands and pulled her lips to mine.

"Kiss me, Molly." Again, it took a second of our lips pressing together before she began to respond, but respond she did. She parted her lips and let my tongue enter her mouth. A small moan escaped her throat as I pulled her body to mine, my hands running down from her face to grasp and squeeze her ass.

I stopped kissing her momentarily, and she did too. She just stood there, her eyes closed, and mouth slightly open, her arms hanging limply at her sides.

"Molly." Her eyes popped open, with a slightly quizzical look, like she had just woken up. "Get undressed. Get into bed." I left her to her mechanical disrobing and went through the house, checking all the doors and turning off the various lights that were still on. Upon reentering the bedroom, I too began to shuck clothes. I stepped naked into the bathroom and rummaged around in my one singular drawer (Anne took the rest) and found what I was looking for. I popped the little blue pill. Shortly thereafter, with a hard cock bobbing between my legs and confidence in modern pharmaceuticals, I climbed up onto the bed. I pulled the covers down, revealing her naked body. Again, Molly was flat chested, but did have large, gumdrop sized puffy nipples. These immediately got my attention. I alternately pinched and sucked for a few minutes enjoying myself, but with no real response from her. I eventually pulled myself up, face to face with her. She still had a vacant, heavy-lidded expression, but responded quickly enough when I began to kiss her. I decided that I needed some release first if I was going to give her the working over she had asked for.

I repositioned myself, kneeling by her pillow, my penis jutting out, right in front of her face.

"Molly. Suck me. Give me a blowjob." On hearing her name and directions, Molly looked about until she spotted my dick. She obligingly opened her mouth and took half my length in her warm, wet mouth.

"Suck me." Dutifully, she began to suck and bob her head slightly. But her attention span was frustrating. She couldn't hold a rhythm for very long. I was left with half my dick in her loose, open mouth.

"Roll over. Lie on top of me" I positioned myself on my back and scooted up, with Molly lying between my spread legs. I guided her open mouth onto my impatient cock. I wrapped my fingers into the hair on the sides of her head and began pulling her head down onto my crotch. My dick quickly found its way to the back of her throat. Happily, this didn't seem to concern her. She didn't gag when I slid the head of my cock down her throat. It didn't take much humping of my hips and pumping of her head onto my dick before I came down her throat.

Deciding that a little bit of evidence might be a good thing, (in case she wanted proof, of course) I took a couple of pictures of her cheek on my thigh with my shrinking dick still bumping her lips. She even smiled when commanded!

It was then that I was hit with inspiration. Molly did exactly as she was told, she just had to be told over and over and over. That was tiring and off-putting. I left her sprawled out on the bed and went to my computer. In about 10 minutes, I recorded ten audio files and transferred them to an old mp3 player. I then went to my and Anne's toy chest and brought out various things that vibrated, plugged, pinched or bound.

Climbing back into bed, I had Molly pull her shoulder length hair back into a ponytail and added a headband. I used that to keep the earbuds and attached wires in place. I assumed my earlier kneeling position with her lips by my currently limp cock.

Time for the experiment. I placed the mp3 player on repeat and selected track one. "Molly, suck my cock. Molly, you sexy thing, blow me. Suck my cock, make me cum. Swallow my come, Molly." Once I hit the play button, Molly immediately searched out my flaccid penis like a nursing calf and began to suckle it. Freed from having to constantly give her directions or suffer her in-activity, I enjoyed her oral ministrations for about 15 minutes as my penis went from happy, satisfied and limp to again swollen and hard.

I switched to track two, what I considered her 'holding pattern'. "Molly, you sexy, sexy thing. You're horny aren't you? Maybe we should do something about that. Do you want to be touched Molly? Do you want to get kissed? Nibbled? Licked? Do you want to get fingered? Do you want to get FUCKED? Molly, do you want to CUM?"

As soon as I changed tracks, she began to twist and writhe on the bed. I leaned over and kissed her. She hungrily kissed me back. I worked my way from her neck, past her puffy nipples to her navel. She began to moan and buck. I pinned her hips down and slowly traced my tongue down thru her close-cropped pubic hair, first flicking her clit, then spearing it past her labia. I settled in, and began to lick and suck as she mewled and twitched. It wasn't long before her breathing became ragged and finally, her body went rigid with a long overdue orgasm. I rode it out and then climbed up from between her legs, my chin dripping.

I switched to track 3 with my left hand while my right found her tight pussy, sopping with her juices and my saliva. It was easy to slide my middle two fingers into her tight hole.

"Molly. I just made you cum Molly. You just came all over my face. Know what Molly? I'm going to make you cum again. I'm going to play with your pussy until you CUM."

Over and over that played in her head as I worked my fingers back and forth. I quickly found her g-spot and had her gasping and moaning. I again sampled her nipples and left a small hickey on the side of her neck. When my fingers finally got tired, I hit the pause button and brought out a couple of toys.

I eased a small vibrating butt plug into her ass and turned it on low. I also put a couple of nipple clamps on her. For me, I chose a cock ring to go around the base of my cock and a heavy-duty glans ring for the head of my cock. I lined up my cock with her pussy. I started track 4 and slid myself home.

Molly was tight. All of my manual manipulations hadn't loosened her up much. I could feel the faint vibrations of the plug in her ass. I held myself up, gripping the backs of her thighs just above the knees. The same knees which were nearly pinned to the bed next to her ears. I hammered her pussy, first slow, then fast, all the while with her listening to me telling her how sexy she was and how I was fucking the hell out of her.

I paced myself. I really did, I swear... but eventually, after 10 or 15 minutes of relentless pounding, I finally came, buried balls deep inside her. I let her legs drop and I collapsed on top of her, my face tucked in the curve of her neck. I paused the music player and simply savored the feeling of our sweaty bodies stuck together, my slowly shrinking dick falling out of her well fucked pussy and the constant buzzing of the vibrator stuck up her ass. It's probably a good thing I've had a vasectomy... because that was a breeding fuck if there ever was one.

Eventually, I climbed off of her. Removed the nipple clamps and butt plug. I gently pulled the ear buds out of her ears, got her up out of the bed and led her to the bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and asked her to relieve herself while I warmed up the shower water. I led her into the shower and with my constant directions, we got clean. I got better acquainted with all of her nooks and crannies. I nuzzled and sucked on various parts and pieces and had her return the favor, at least until I got tired of repeating myself. Eventually, the water started to run cold and we were wrinkled.

Toweling her off was also fun and I took that opportunity to take a couple of more pictures. I spread a fresh towel out on the bed and directed her to lay face-down. I reinserted the ear buds and began playing the track that described in vivid detail how her ass was about to be used and abused.

I settled myself on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs, with a freshly lubricated cock. This time, I was sporting a three-in-one silicone stretchy cock ring. (hey, I do all right and viagra is awesome, but 3 times in a night is a reach for me!) I cupped her ass cheeks with my hands and eased into her batted pussy. I gently stroked in and out, all the while palming her ass cheeks and using my thumbs to play with her tight puckered sphincter. I pulled out, and set the head of my straining cock against the wrinkled brown rosebud of her asshole. I began to push. At first, all this did was collectively mushroom my cock head even more and push her rosebud back into her body... eventually, her ass relented and yawned open to take my cock. Ever so slowly, I forced the head inside. With her sphincter now gripping the head of my cock, I paused. I used a clean, non-slick knuckle to forward the mp3 player. At once she began listening to how her ass was being fucked. Pounded. Stretched. I followed suit. Forwarding to the next track, my voice described how hot it was making her. How that this was exactly the fucking that her body needed. How her ass was clenching around my deeply buried cock and how it was going to make her come. I then began to spank her ass. Making her lovely white half-globes turn rosey red with repeated smacks.

Molly grunted and groaned beneath me. I marveled at her lovely form and how nasty it looked for my cock to slide nearly all the way out of her ass, and then to slam back in between her quivering cheeks. I pulled her arms up behind her back, crossing them and pulling on her wrists as I continually plundered her ass.

I was getting close to my third and final orgasm of the night. Molly had cum, I'm sure, a least half a dozen times. I stopped the mp3 player and gently pulled out the ear buds. I lay down on top of Molly's naked form, my dick pinning her to the bed. I grabbed her wrists and extended her arms over her head. My mouth was next to her ear. Huskily, I whispered to her.

"Molly. I'm fucking your ass. Tonight I've fucked your throat. I've fucked your pussy." My hips slowly ground my cock in small circles, deep inside her upturned ass. "You may not remember this, but I'm not going to ever forget it. Martin may be your husband, but I doubt he's ever fucked you like this in a single night." I stopped grinding circles and began short thrusts, trying somehow to get myself even deeper inside of her. "Now, I'm going to cum in your ass, Molly. In your ASS, Molly. Clench your ass for me Molly. Squeeze my dick, Molly. Squeeze the cum out of my dick, Molly."

Molly did exactly as directed, and I came gloriously. I had to quickly tell her to stop clenching, so as not to force me out before I was done enjoying myself. Again, I lay atop her breathing hard, marveling at the feelings. Eventually my shrinking cock popped free.

We ended up back in the shower, and although I would like to report that further misbehavior happened, it didn't. I got her cleaned up, and escorted her back across the street. I tucked her into bed with 2 ibuprofen and a tall glass of water on her nightstand. I also left her a note. It described the basic events of the night, but left out any graphic details. I added that such details were hers for the asking, as was a repeat performance, should she wish.

The next morning I did a couple loads of laundry(towels and sheets), picked up the kids and got a call from my wife who was on her way back home. She said she'd had a good time at her conference, and had quite a story to tell me about the night before and a certain redhead she'd met.

Hmmm. Scopolamine. I may have to keep that in mind.