Temptation Game

The two officers Minh sent upstairs to find In-Joo, who In-Joo knocked out with a sock full of coins, groaned awake inside the locked patient exam room In-Joo and I dragged them into.

We sat outside the room, talking. "So you were a scapegoat?"

"Basically Natalia's narrative is that I and my faction are sluts, and our existence and artificially lowered social status serve as a warning against others who might get close to you. Your number in the sky has just proven her right and expanded her political license."

The officers banged on the exam room door from the inside, asking to be let out. But we'd locked them in there for a reason. In-Joo stood near the doorframe to speak with them.

"You have two options," she said. "You can strip completely and leave, or you can stay. The bot will let you out if you shove all your clothes under the door."

No response from the other side of the door. We left them there to think. They had meals in the minifridge and a connected restroom.

It did not take long for the inevitable to come. Minh, Natalia, and a squadron of officers even bigger than last time banging at the front door. Ten strong. In-Joo stepped back from the blinds and sat on my desk. "We need to break her grip on their minds. Their view of sex is so narrow and prudish. Like if you don't come in them, what's the point? Or like if they even flirted with it they'd want to go all the way. They can't imagine satisfaction by any other mechanism."

Privately, I agreed with the mob. My expectation was that if sex became more open, at least five women would cross the line. But I nodded as if I agreed with In-Joo's point. "We could use the vapor gun to spray them all with HV55?" I pulled the device out of my drawer, which resembled a megaphone, but had slots at the top for loading medication capsules.

"That's in your interests," she said. "It's not in mine. I don't want them fiendish."

She took the vapor gun and went to search the medicine closet herself. I opened the window and shouted down to the mob. "What do you want?"

"We know you have you her," Natalia said. "And two of our officers. Return them."

"Come in topless and alone, and I'll let you take them." I stuck out my tongue.

She took this as an opportunity to soapbox. "Do you see?" she said, turning to face her subordinates. "We are dealing with a pervert. He cannot negotiate in good faith. We must use force and confine him."

The officers parted to make way for a woman at the back, who brought forward a battering ram. It would be at most minutes before they shattered the front doors. If they did arrest and confine me, that would be it. It would be over for me. These prudish cult followers would never let anyone be alone with me, and I'd lose access to the drug supply. The political atmosphere had warped way past any consideration of individual healthcare needs; those needing care would have to endure until the year's end, for the good of the collective.

When I got down to the lobby wielding a bat, Minh stood at the front, peering through the glass. She smirked at me, cupped her hand as if around a cock and stroked the air. The sadism her shy temperament had once concealed was now, invigorated by the thrill of fascism, out in the open.

I and one bat would not be able to take them, but I postured as if confident. The door gave way, and they rushed in. I got off one swing of the bat, hitting no one, before they grabbed my arms and forced me against the wall, where they cuffed my hands behind my back and my ankles together. They cheered in the disembodied way political cults cheer, and picked me up to carry me away.

But then individuals stopped in place. I could discern no reason for it. It was as if a thought had seized them and they needed to stop moving and consider it. They put me down on the floor. A warm citrus mist settled on my face from above. When I craned my neck to look at the stairway, I saw In-Joo there at the top, pulling the trigger on the vapor gun. It wasn't HV55 she'd loaded it with, but another in the same family. HV55 triggered heterosexual thirst, HV56 homosexual thirst in men, and HV57, which the citrus scent indicated that this was, homosexual thirst in women. At the center of the blast, taking the bulk of the vapor straight to her face, was Natalia.

Those at the perimeter of the blast twitched, ached, but resumed searching for the two imprisoned officers. In-Joo had sprinted upstairs and out of sight in the time it took for them to recompose.

Natalia stood in place, shaking as if subject to her own personal earthquake. Weak legs, whole-body spasms. The effort to resist her arousal threatened to implode her.

Just then, at the top of the stairs, appeared the two imprisoned officers. Unaware of their imminent rescue, they'd accepted the deal In-Joo offered: they'd stripped and given the bot all of their clothes. And so walked nude and beautiful into a room full of repressed women just dosed with HV57. Like deer entering a lion's den, they descended the stairs without understanding why everyone had frozen in place to watch them, could not look away from them. There was a instant, when they paused in the center of the room, where they must have understood what was about to happen. They'd come close enough to notice the sweat dripping from their colleague's brows, their colleague's stiff breathing, their pained expressions.

The mob pounced. The nude officers found themselves on the floor surrounded, subsumed in the wandering tongues and fingers of their colleagues. On the other side of the room, Natalia stripped herself and grabbed Minh by the hair, pushed her down between her legs. But it wasn't necessary to force her. Minh was happy to lick her, to stick her tongue inside, to find a job for all of her fingers.

It took me almost fifteen minutes to stand myself up using the wall as a counterbalance, then gently hop to the stairs and crawl up them. Still no one noticed. The room was full of moaning, humid and hot from sex, and they had no interest in me.

Because of the dose-response curve, the rest of the officers sobered up well before Natalia, who stayed desperate and horny for the entire day, begging to be used. In-Joo and I watched from the window when they tied her to a light pole in the town square and her subordinates took turns fingering her almost to completion, then stopping and laughing at her when she begged them to keep going. It continued until late in the evening, when they lost interest, but they did leave up a sign reading _Finger me_, and occasionally a woman on her way back to the residence from work would stop and oblige her.

In-Joo and I walked out after dark to speak with her.

"I doubt they'll respect you much in the morning," In-Joo said, tracing Natalia's nipples with the tips of her fingers. Natalia shuddered.

To seal Natalia's fall from political power and pave the way for In-Joo to rise again, we had a plan. In-Joo bent over facing the pole, supporting herself with one hand against Natalia's chest and fingering Natalia with the other. I pulled down In-Joo's jeans, held them to the ground with my foot so she could step out, and tossed them aside. I grabbed her hips in my hands and pulled her onto my cock. While I thrust into her, I reached around to massage her clit.

Any time Natalia threatened to orgasm, In-Joo pulled her hand away and slapped Natalia's chest. By the time I came in In-Joo, all Natalia could handle was a light, arrhythmic tapping on her vulva. Anything more would deliver her.

Now was the time. In-Joo said, "You want me to let you come?"

Natalia nodded furiously. She looked on the verge of tears.

"Kneel, pleasure me, and I'll lick you."

Natalia fell to her knees, her hands still behind the pole, and buried her face between In-Joo's legs. I had never seen anyone perform oral with such passion. She sucked on In-Joo's clit and massaged it side to side with her long tongue. After ten minutes of work, In-Joo came. She had to hold onto the pole to stabilize herself, and Natalia kept her mouth suctioned on the whole time.

When In-Joo stepped back, Natalia said, "Now me, please."

But In-Joo shook her head. "Look up, friend."

Overhead, in the sky, was a giant neon numeral two. Some of my come, which had slid out of In-Joo, was stuck to Natalia's chin. The rest she'd swallowed. The dictator was finished.