The Chemist

The Chemist.

Chapter One.

Sitting in his remote house on the outskirts of a provincial town in Nebraska, the house was silenced except for the faint noise of the air recycling machines in his homemade clean room. He lived alone. He had no time for a relationship. The centrifuge spun around in this dizzy motion. The Chemist sat and stared at the screen; he smiled. It had taken him three years; three years of effort, three years of expended funds and patience. But now, his results flashed on the screen.

Test: Positive. He sat back, his white coat ruffled. His formula had succeeded in all the tests. The great mystery of the past had finally been solved. More importantly, his research had given him a powerful weapon as he felt the need and crucially an opportunity to ransom cities, states, and even small countries, should the need arise.

All his lab work, his building of a delivery system, and his labours were confirmed. All that was required now was a verified field test that could be observed, recorded, and reviewed for improvements.

And he had the perfect opportunity. The College campus, only four miles away, was holding an outdoor concert for co-ed students. The venue was ideal: low security and lots of rooftops for him to observe and record the spectacle. His drone delivery system could get 96% coverage.

It was perfect. Saturday's performance would be something for the history book!

Early Saturday morning, his stolen panel van parked in a secluded spot near the exits. He had placed fake advertising panels and had the foresight to switch plates so that nothing could link him. He set up his 'hide' on one of the flat roofs, set up a camera, telescope, and drones, and waited and watched in the warm sunshine.

After a couple of hours, the quad filled up with the student body, and even some faculty members had taken the time to sit on the grassy banks. The Chemist looked up at the sky, beads of sweat had formed on his brown and he smiled again. This unseasonal heat would be an added extra, the heat had encouraged a pleasing selection of scantily clad bodies. All the better for the entertainment he would be providing. As the Chemist scanned the crowd, his cold heart skipped a beat as Gina Martin and her daughter appeared from the south entrance and perched themselves on the low wall. The 43-year-old divorcee and her daughter, Penny were carbon copies of each other. The Chemist had formed an unhealthy carnal desire for the mother, and now a perversion grew in his mind; he might enjoy the daughter too!

A perversion that made him smile broadly. He searched in his holdall and fished out a small stun gun, a design of his manufacture with the easy availability of 3D printing and then readied himself to initiate the launch of his drones. He felt the sting of nervous tension as his drones spanned their rotors and lifted almost silently into the air. As they slipped over the crowd, a fine spray of his nerve agent emitted from the vials that had been built into the frame. It took less than three minutes for the drone to expand its supply and return to its master. The Chemist dismantled the first drone's payload system attached two cameras, and sent it away, fidgeting with his view screen on his tablet to get the HD quality feed. The drone whizzed to preprogrammed points hovering above the campus, just in time to watch the spectacle about to unfold.

The effects were rapid and unmistakable as the invisible nerve agent was inhaled. For years the 'frenzied affliction in 15

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century Germany had been pondered, but the Chemist had solved that mystery and then refined his agent to act upon the areas of the brain governing physical stimulus in the hypothalamus and stimulates the limbic system, which subverts the areas of the brain that governs self-control. He chuckled as the first students began to shiver with an unearthly gaze upon their faces; and then without hesitation or warning; stripped off their clothes, staring wild-eyed at their fellow students. Their breathing became ragged and their hands groped and caressed them. Soon the entire crowd acted out the worst excesses of Sodim. The campus writhed with naked bodies, engaged in vaginal sex, anal sex and many women taking more than one prick. The moaning and squealing were music to his ears, and he smiled, as the scene was recorded in HD from the drone that silently circled the players' performances in this carnal pantomime. As he looked from screen to his telescope, he chuckled as his nerve agent brought forth the proclivities of each man and woman. Their true sexual nature for all to see, even if they had attempted to hide their true sexuality. Older faculty members openly fucked young freshmen girls, who thrilled at their spankings and rough sex. The women of the faculty allowed themselves to be spit roasted by the young 'jocks' and encouraged their partners to fuck them in all their love holes and some pulled men into fill their asses whilst others plundered their pussies.

This was an auspicious start to his campaign to ransom his agent; the unbridled hedonism was terrible and wonderful. He watched, thrilled as his voyeuristic nature, took hold of him.

Then she spied Gina, the divorcee 43-year-old blonde researcher beside her daughter, on her knees, sucking on a young 'jocks' prick as her mother was getting her pussy filled by the Assistant Dean of Chemistry. The moment was perfect, Simon Coleridge would be ruined and Gina would be again in a vulnerable position and would probably be forced out to leave on her own.

"And you a married man, Simon!" The Chemist chuckled, as he guided the drone to get clear footage. Then a thought, a perverted thought crossed his mind. In an instant, he recalled his drone, packed his hide away in mere minutes and headed off to the stolen panel van. Once his gear was stowed away, he retrieved a pistol-gripped stun device and went off to retrieve his two prizes. Weaving his way through the sweaty fornicating throng, and wearing a respirator mask, lest any agent remained and would mask his appearance, he approached the Assistant Dean and pulled him from Gina's wet, gaping pussy and without hesitation stunned him with a large electrical current. Gina, the prick now longer inside her protested but then immediately stunned. After hefting her on his shoulder, no mean feat but the Chemist was a toned, strong man and Gina was a slender woman. After depositing her in the rear of the van, he returned for the daughter, Georgia, and with them both secured, he slowly drove the van away from the scene, confident that his control of the CCTV would have no trace of his abductions.

As usual, his attention to detail meant that he needed to break his return home with a transfer of vehicles. He parked the stolen van, on a deserted side road, hefted the still-sleeping women to his van and then recovered his equipment, drones and digital camera and then, being ultra careful, torched the stolen van. By the time he drove up to his electric-operated garage door, the radio stations began to broadcast reports of 'mass hysteria' at the state campus. As the door slid down behind him, the Chemist chuckled to himself at the florid and hysterical language used by the reporters.

Checking the house, and then checking his neat garden at the front and the road, he returned to the adjoining garage and scooped up Gina and then Georgia, depositing them both on his bed, still naked and still a sheen of sweat prickled on their skin as they lay on their backs. He retrieved a black holdall and inspected its contents. Once satisfied he went back to the bed and sat on the bed, between each body. His room smelled of creamy female smells and the unmistakable musky scent of vaginal wetness and then his hands roamed over Gina's body; massaging her breasts, pulling at her already erect nipples, still affected by the nerve agent; her body was still over-stimulated and as he played with her sensitive nubs, Gina began to respond with moans and her body writhed. The Chemist smiled with anticipation, he looked down at he flat stomach and her trimmed pussy hairs. He slid one hand down her belly and found her vaginal folds, once again wet with her body's reaction to the nerve agent. He slipped a curious finger into her pussy hole and fingered her hole with a wet squelching. Gina shuddered and shivered; her eyes began to flutter open. The Chemist looked over at Georgia and turned to her body. He cupped the smaller handful and pulled her nipples a little more firmly, almost punitive. The younger woman groaned and shook visibly, as his hands treated her roughly. Realising how rough he was being, he let go but then slipped his finger, already wet from her mother's pussy into hers and felt her tightness,

"I think you and your mom should have an opportunity to show just what you can do," He chuckled and then hopped off the bed, crossed the room and retrieved a small device, of his own making, from his holdall, that held six dosages of his nerve agent in aerosol form, not unlike an asthmatic's inhaler. He stripped off his own clothes, and then now naked, settled himself between the naked women, now showing distinct signs of waking from this stunning,

"Perfect timing," He smiled and then administered a single dose to Gina up her nose, and then repeated the process to Georgia. Now, he placed the aerosol on the bedside and then opened the cabinet, pulled out a pump dispenser of water-based lubricant, rolled Gina over onto her side and began to add a generous glob to Gina's anus. He worked it in, adding his finger to help her asshole to relax,

"I wouldn't want to hurt you when I fuck your ass, Gina" He pushed his finger up to his second knuckle as Gina writhed and moaned, almost awake. Quickly, the Chemist, applied more lube to Georgia's asshole, also no on her side and patted her ass cheek, I don't want to you miss out, do we?" The stage was now set for him to indulge in a long-held fantasy.

But it wasn't what he expected.

End of Chapter One.