Chapter 9
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? For some people it's an amalgam of flaws that you prod and poke at to fix. Maybe it's your perfection instead, or your growth. Most of your interpretation of the image in the mirror comes from memory. Perhaps outside influences play a factor like media images burned into your psyche, and encouragement, or discouragement from peers. You see the blemishes and the scars, perhaps tattoos or your makeup and for each thing you see you have a kind of story about how and when it happened.
When the Truth is introduced into the body it creates a massive burst of electrical activity in the brain. The words spoken to you are taken in by the brain and are turned into a pathway and the other memories quickly catch up to the new information bridging the gaps in logic. Someone tells you your favorite color is pink while in the throes of Truth. Suddenly your mind has to qualify that statement and in essence rewrite the memories of how and why that came to pass. Memories are largely fictional anyway, we can never truly experience the past or the future. We experience the present at all times. You may remember the big important parts, but your brain just sort of fills in the gaps with a kind of phantom mortar. The process with the Truth is not surgical, it's a sledgehammer filled with new data flooding into the mind at inconceivable speeds.
Imagine Kristy, and the moment when Calvin told her she was single. Tom had been her boyfriend for almost five years at that point, they lived together for over a year and were making plans to marry. Her brain adapted the new information and functionally erased Tom from those moments, but it didn't erase the moments themselves. Her memory had to account for and find alternatives for five years worth of memories. It was easier when Calvin told her the preferred mate was well-endowed black men, but the day to day functions of work and life. Those memories didn't get replaced but instead left a psychic ghost in place of a person.
Kristy used to see a young woman in the mirror who was not quite, but might as well have been, engaged to Tom. She also saw a photographer. She saw her job as a server. She saw a blonde woman in her thirties. She saw the small acne scars on her forehead, and the dry skin on her elbows. The stretch marks, and cellulite. She never quite saw herself as a knockout, she was told she was hot, or sexy, or sex on legs. People told her that she was and she largely believed them. When Kristy looked in the mirror she liked herself as she was, warts, and all.
After taking the Truth she suddenly saw what men saw. After Truth, When she looked in the mirror she saw body parts. It was at once surreal, but also so obvious to her. Number one with a bullet was her tits, almost perfect double Ds with dark pink areolas. They were followed by her near perfect heart shaped ass. She had that thing they used to call thigh gap. She loved her thigh gap. After Truth, she saw an absolute sex pot, and little more crossed her mind. She was obsessed with fucking, and resented the alien memories when she wasn't fucking. "What a waste," she said to herself as she admired her plump lips and blonde hair. "I should have been a call girl ages ago," she said to her mirror image. She kissed the tips of her ring, and pointer finger and touched them to her reflection's lips.
Then Tom came in, and changed everything. When Tom said he loved her she backed away like a vampire from a cross. Kristy's head felt like a whirlwind. Despite the sex, and the sudden changes in her life her thoughts kept turning to the gaps in her memory. She hated to think of the time before Calvin. It seemed so bleak compared to the mansion, and the sex, and Devon. Devon stirred a pleasant memory of the lingerie shop in midday with her legs around his waist and her nails digging into his strong shoulders. Her memories of the mid afternoon liaison clashed with memories of the last time she was at a beach, and the last time she clocked in at work. Her memory of that life was foggy, Calvin said he didn't care, and so she didn't care. More memories followed, and each memory was joined by a ghost. There was someone with her on the beach that she vaguely remembered loving, there was someone with her at work that was just gone. She remembered a parade of black lovers, so it should've been one of them, but when she conjured details about her mystery spirit they felt gossamer, and fell apart like a dream.
The mood in the room had shifted. She could feel it, but her eyes were glued to the tall muscular black man who owned her soul. Something about watching Tom stand up to Calvin was strangely arousing to her. She was finding herself captivated by his eyes, one brown and one blue. "His soul is in between worlds," she whispered to herself and cocked her head.
She noted the elegant black woman in the room, she didn't catch her name, but Kristy was about floored when she saw her. She carried an air of majesty even when she was speaking in heated tones with Calvin. Then it struck her that the scene that laid out in front of her involved her. It took a moment to see through the haze of her memories, and the fog of lust. Tom wasn't her client, he was here for her, but she couldn't quite get to the why. It was blocked from her somehow, and for the first time that day, she felt frustrated.
Everyone's attention was on Tom and though Kristy felt drawn to Calvin's side she resisted, and stepped out into the hallway. Naked as a jaybird she padded down the corridor unsure of where she was going or what exactly her plan was. She could smell the musty aroma of arousal as she continued on. It was like a cartoon with the smell of pies forming fingers beckoning her further. Kristy continued her journey to a strange hallway filled with glass panels. On the other side of the panels she saw other women all performing in front of screens. Every one in various states of undress and performing sexual acts ranging from innocent masturbatory scenes to all females orgies playing out. She stopped and stared in awe as she saw a young petite woman, no more than 4'11", with pink and red hair howling lewdly as an angry looking fuck machines pounded into her. She had double E cup tits which on her small frame looked truly epic. Her face was red and her expression could only be described as cock drunk.
Kristy watched rapturously as the girl was pounded by the machine. It's relentless assault was shaking the glass panel. The woman thrashed her head around as she screamed out in orgiastic pleasure. Finally, she pulled off of the machine, and shuddered into her pillows as aftershocks rocked her body. "That was amazing," she said to the screen, she slowly turned back to the screen when she cast a glance in Kristy's direction. "It looks like we have a visitor," she said in a sweet girly voice, and what sounded like an English accent. "Give me just a moment and keep stroking those big hard cocks for me while I take a very brief intermission."
She opened the door, "You're new aren't you?" she asked, and she smiled at Kristy. Her smile had a predatory edge. Kristy's body tingled at the attention. Especially when she reached out and played with one of her nipples. "You should come and play with me, pretty pretty, I have such delights."
Kristy closed her eyes as she let the small short girl play with her. "Uh, yeah, I..." her mouth was dry and she licked her lips, "I want to play."
"What's your name, pretty."
"Kristy."
"I'm Mona," Kristy opened her eyes and looked at the pink haired girl. She was maybe twenty five, but her confidence mad her seem older. Mona took Kristy by the hand, and led her into the room. Kristy's heart beat faster when she saw the fuck machine. Even dormant it emitted a low growl like it was alive. Mona noticed her apprehension, and gently pushed her onto the bed, "Oh, we're not going to use that, not yet, at least," she winked and pulled Kristy's legs apart. Kristy let out an involuntary squeal as she did it, "What should I do with this sumptuous beauty?"
Kristy heard the computer give alert after alert. Men were throwing money at the two of them according to the screen. There was a long scrawl of comments at the side of the screen that Kristy couldn't make heads or tails of. Mona was apparently fluent in the hieroglyphic scroll as she pulled out a large silicone dildo from a drawer, "mmm, perhaps too big?"
Kristy's eyes got huge when she saw the sheer size of the dildo. The veiny monster was bright fuchsia, and easily twelve inches. "Oh no, I don't think I can take that."
Mona climbed onto the bed, and straddled Kristy with the dildo between them, "doesn't it look so good though?" She asked, and licked the length of the cock as her eyes bored into Kristy's.
Kristy's eyes were focused squarely on the pastel dick as Mona leaned into Kristy, and let her tongue slither from her mouth as she pulled Kristy into a kiss. Kristy closed her eyes and fell into Mona's sensuous embrace. Mona tasted like toffee, and pussy as her tongue probed Kristy's mouth. Kristy returned the fervor melting into the kiss. Suddenly, Mona broke away, and whispered into Kristy's ear, "This is what we do for Calvin. Every sexual scenario for them," she indicated the computer, "for him."
Kristy's eyes rolled back as she contemplated what was said, and felt a surge of pleasure at the thought of pleasing Calvin. "Give it to me!" She panted and Mona pulled away, but not before giving her tits a squeeze.
Mona lowered the dildo's strawberry-like head to her lips. She let it brush across Kristy's clit as she lined it up with her vulva. Her off hand caressed Kristy's upper thigh and Mona's thumb brushed against the sensitive flesh just beyond her lips. Kristy shuttered and moaned as she listened to Mona breathing and the alarm sounds of cash flowing in.
Mona pressed the head in just enough to spread Kristy's lips apart. Mona's thumb moved from the inner thigh to Kristy's clit. Kristy gasped as the head entered her. "Yes!" She panted out.
"We've only just started, my pretty." Mona said and slid in another half inch. She lifted Kristy's leg onto her shoulder while Mona shifted her body to the side so the camera could see Mona's full tits, and Kristy's pussy being filled by the monster.
Kristy's mind felt like it was gonna snap as Mona kept slight pressure as she slid its length deeper into her. "It's so...fuck!" She yelled as another inch filled her. "I can't I can't I can't..." she repeated before pursing her lips and moaning some more.
"You look so fucking hot with this thing inside you. You're making so many people cum with your juicy tits, and tight pussy, you gorgeous slut." She said to Kristy as Mona kissed her again, just a peck, followed by another hotter kiss, that's when she pulled back, and wiggled the dildo in Kristy's pussy. Kristy squirmed, and bit her lip as another crude moan escaped her throat. "Are you ready, my sexy slut?" Mona asked in breathy tones, "it's all going in."
