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This fictional account contains adult language and sexual themes. If such language and themes offend you, please do not read further. The persons and events described in this work are purely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Copyright 2005 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing or using it. A TERRIBLE MISTAKE Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of incest, which some persons will find offensive. Please do not read if you are offended by such unorthodox and offensive sexual material. 2. The Changes Continue. It was an hour later. Jen had finished another glass of scotch and was feeling its effects. She was slightly tipsy but could stand it no longer. She had to go somewhere, do something. Her brain was preoccupied by the thought of going home and finding this George guy so she could fuck him. Trouble was, at her parents' house there _was_ no George, and certainly no one there to fuck. But she felt horny as hell and needed relief. So she decided to give in to the urge to return home. It was like she couldn't stop herself, though it was futile and she knew it. Her parents would be horrified by the changes taking place inside her head. But she didn't give a fuck. Let them shit their pants for all she cared. She was interested only in pleasure now, not in satisfying her idiot parents' expectations. She lit up another Marlboro Menthol Light 100 and smoked in her car. Psychologically she was a smoker even if physiologically her body hadn't totally caught up. She loved raising the cigarette to her lips and hitting on it. Pulling smoke in her chest felt divine. Unbeknownst to her, Vincent did his job. Jennifer Scott was smoking and drinking like a old hand. Her next goal was to fuck someone, if not the mysterious George then someone else; anybody else, once she got home! She pulled into her parents' drive and walked toward the house. It was literally a palatial mansion; her folks were well off. She opened the front door without ringing. She was immediately intercepted by Amelia, the family's long-time maid. "Ah, Miss Jennifer," Amelia greeted her warmly. "So nice to see you. Your father is in his study this evening along with your mother." "Thanks, Amelia." She paused. "Say Amelia, do we know anyone named George around here?" The Mexican-American woman hesitated. "No, I do not think so, Miss Jennifer." "I didn't think so, either. Just checking." She breezed into the study. Her parents were sitting by the fireplace reading and drinking tea. Mr. Scott looked up. "Jennifer, honey, this is a nice surprise. How were classes today?" She pulled up a chair and sat down. "I didn't go to class today. I had some kind of weird seizure this morning, I guess." Her mother gasped. "Then we need to get you in to see Dr. Pittner." She was referring to the family's internist. "I saw a doctor," Jen replied. "He says it was just a one-time thing. He says I'm fine. But I've been doing some thinking today. Mom, Dad, did either of you ever smoke?" Mrs. Scott frowned. "Long, long ago, honey. Both your dad and I did before you or your sister were born. Why?" "I've been thinking a lot about it," Jen said smoothly. "I decided to start smoking." Without awaiting their reaction, she got her Marlboro Menthol Lights 100's from her purse and slipped a cigarette between her lips. With it firmly positioned, she fumbled for her lighter. "Honey! What the -? Just what do you think you're doing?" "Smoking, Mom. I'm just smoking." After locating her lighter, she clicked it and lit up. They watched, horrified. She purposely let her cigarette dangle after an initial drag. "Anyway, I decided I like smoking. So I plan to smoke all the time from now on. I hope it won't piss you guys off too much." Her father was speechless. "What did you say?" he finally muttered. "I said, I plan to smoke from now on," Jen repeated. She tipped her head to release a long exhale. "But hell, you understand. Mom said you both used to smoke. You get it." "That was ages ago," her mom sputtered. "Before we all knew how bad it is." "Yeah, but I never knew how good it is," Jen snickered, hitting on her Marlboro Menthol. "So I'm smoking now." "But Jennifer, this isn't like you," her mother continued to protest "I mean, you're involved in the young people's group at church. You're a good student. You're such a good girl. It's just so, so, I don't know, so uncharacteristically nasty or something." "Exactly. It _is_ nasty," Jen smirked. "That's why I like doing it. Anyway, I'm 19 and you can't stop me. I can smoke and drink and swear, and I will. Mom, Dad, I don't care if you know. I'm done being good. The ways I used to act are all gonna change. But I didn't stop by to tell you this. I need to find someone we know named George. Does the name ring any bells?" Her dumbstruck parents sputtered. "Honey, something's wrong," said her mother. "Maybe you should see Dr. Pittner. This just isn't like you." "Oh, it's like me alright. But like the real me. This is who I really am. The old Jennifer, she was fuckin' stupid. But the new Jennifer likes to smoke and drink and in general have a hell of a good time." She hit on her cigarette. "By the way, can I get a drink?" "Uh, what do you mean?" "You know, whiskey or scotch?" "Absolutely not," Mr. Scott stammered. "You're too young. You can't drink alcohol." "Oh, yes I can, Daddy," she sneered wickedly. "Trust me, I sure can. Hell, I've already been drinking scotch all afternoon. Don't give me that `too young' shit. You don't know what the hell you're talking about. And for your information, I feel horny as hell. As soon as I leave, I have to find someone to fuck." She shot him a mysterious smile. "That is, unless you want to do it? I mean, unless you fuck me. Daddy, would you like to fuck your little girl?" Her mother was aghast. "Jennifer, don't even say such a thing. It's dreadful!" Jen let out an evil laugh. "Oh come on, Mom. Don't be a fuckin' prude. You once admitted Daddy's a hell of a lay." She paused and eyed her mother. "In fact, Mom, you're still pretty nice-looking. I don't care who I do it with. I just need to get fucked. So if you want, the three of us can fool around and do it together. I'm totally up for a threesome." "Enough," her father screamed. "This is crazy. You're clearly sick. I'm calling Dr. Pittner's office. You need serious psychiatric help, Jennifer." With cigarette in hand, she got up and walked boldly over to his chair. "You're wrong, Daddy. I'm not sick. I know what I want, that's all, and I want to get me some cock!" Brazenly she thrust her free hand into his lap and squeezed hard. "What do you say, Daddy? Fucking your gorgeous teenage daughter sounds pretty damn hot, doesn't it? I'm up for incest if you are!" Mr. Scott abruptly raised his hand and struck Jennifer hard in the face. "No," he shouted angrily. The startled teenager reeled back from his slap till she finally caught her balance. "Fuck you," Jennifer snorted. She hit on her cigarette and breathed in deeply. "Shit, I knew you'd be too afraid to admit to Mom how you truly feel, Daddy. But don't worry. I know. In high school you used to stand at my bedroom door and stare at me longingly when you thought I was asleep. I never told Mom, but you wanted me to touch me. I know you did. I should've just pulled down the covers and invited you into bed with me, you fucker!" "Out of this house this instant, you ungrateful thing," Mrs. Scott finally roared. "How dare you tell such lies? I agree with your dad. You're sick and you need help." Jennifer brazenly tapped an ash from her cigarette on the floor as she massaged her still stinging face. "The only help I need is getting another drink and finding somebody to fuck. I'm sorry you guys don't like who I've become, but fuck you both!" She turned and stomped out. As she rushed out the front door she almost ran into Amelia. "Fuck you, too, Amelia," she muttered, leaving the bewildered maid in her angry wake. Jen reached her car and threw her spent cigarette to the ground. "George," she said to herself. "Who the hell is George? I gotta find him and have him fuck me." The obsession that Vincent put in her brain would not be denied. Then she had an idea. "George Watson! He was in my class in high school. He had a huge crush on me senior year. Shit, I bet if I can find George I can talk him into fucking me." Returning to her apartment she leafed through the phone directory. Bingo! She found his parents' address, wrote it on a slip of paper and after a last quick gulp from her bottle of scotch she drove off in a frenzy to find him. George was not a scholar in high school. He was a marginal student, a skater, and Jennifer paid no attention to his advances back then. In high school, George Watson was not the kind of guy who interested her. He had a reputation for getting in trouble too often and too easily. It was exactly that reputation that now encouraged her on. Unlike all her sissy church friends, George was never afraid of breaking rules. In anticipation she pulled up to the Watson home. "Come to mommy, George," she giggled. "I'm about to make your wildest dreams come true!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vincent Martinelli's cell phone rang. After-hours calls to the New Directions clinic were automatically forwarded to his cell phone, though almost no one ever called after hours. "Hello?" "Martinelli? It's George Stott. Listen, I paid seventy-five grand to transform Jennifer into a slut and it didn't work, you fucker. You said she'd jump me as soon as she woke up from your treatment today. Well, I stopped by Jennifer's apartment this afternoon. I know she was there. I saw her through the front window. But when I got up to the second floor she was gone. She disappeared and went into hiding. I forced my way into her apartment. She just left. She must've seen me coming and she still didn't want to accept me or my lifestyle. So I want to know, what the hell do you intend to do about it?" Vincent was stunned. "Uh, I don't know. God, my nurse drove Jennifer home and she said she seemed totally depraved just like you wanted. Suzanne left her a bottle of scotch and a pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights 100's. By the time you got there she should've been glad to see you. During the re-orientation Suzanne and I told her she couldn't wait to fuck you, George. I don't get it." "Well, Martinelli, you friggin' treatment apparently isn't as foolproof as you said. Look, if Jennifer isn't crawling back to me by tomorrow night at this time I'm gonna sue your ass and ruin you. Understand?" Vincent took a deep breath. "Shit, something must've gone horribly wrong," he muttered helplessly into the phone. "Okay, George, here's what I'll do. I'll have my nurse pick Jennifer up again tomorrow morning. We'll re-do the entire procedure to be sure we firmly implant all your requests for behavioral change even deeper into her psyche. Once Suzanne drops her off at her apartment tomorrow afternoon, I'll have her wait to make sure Jennifer's truly changed. Then I'll personally call you to let you know. Suzanne will stay till you get there." She'll also probably volunteer to stay and watch you fuck her, he mused, or even volunteer to join you perverts. "Alright. But if it don't work this time, Martinellei, I warn you. This will get ugly real fast. Know what I mean?" "Don't worry, Mr. Stott. It'll work. I don't know how Jennifer resisted what we did to her brain today. But she'll never be able to withstand it twice." Vincent clicked off his cell phone. He paused to dial the number of Suzanne's cell. He'd find out again exactly what happened on Jennifer's trip home and precisely what Suzanne observed. If necessary, he'd re-do Jennifer. He sighed. After a second session in his lab her wickedness and depravity would be frighteningly deep. Surely it'd satisfy even George Stott. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jennifer found out from George Watson's parents that after high school George moved into an apartment with his skater friends. His mom said he attended the local community college and worked at a restaurant the rest of the time. His mom was sure that George would be glad to see her, since they were old high school friends and all. Jen was delighted. She sped to his apartment hoping to find him alone; alone and horny as hell. She knocked on the door of his apartment downtown. A befuddled George answered the door himself. "Jennifer? Jennifer Scott? My God, what are _you_ doing here? I haven't seen you in almost two years." "Hi, George," she teased with a giggle. "I've been thinking about you recently. Won't you invite me in?" "Yeah, sure." He stepped aside to let the beautiful brunette into his apartment. It was Spartan, with very little furniture, most of it very dirty. "Nice place," she lied. "So, I stopped by your parents' house. Your mom says you go to the community college and work at some restaurant?" "Yeah," George grinned nervously. He hadn't a clue why he was being visited on a Wednesday night by a beautiful girl who, in high school, never gave him the time of day. After circling the perimeter of his apartment, Jen sat on a battered couch. On the table she saw a large ashtray with several cigarette butts inside. She smiled. "So George, aren't you gonna offer me something to drink?" "Uh, sure. I got whatever you want, you know, pop, juice, anything." "George, I'm disappointed in you. I figured you'd do better than that! Actually, I'd like something much stronger," she answered slyly. "I'd absolutely love a beer if you have any." He was clearly taken aback. "Jennifer, _you_ want a beer? In high school you told everyone that you never drink!" "Yeah, well, that was high school. It's not true anymore," she grinned evilly, licking her lips. He opened the refrigerator and she offered an apparently offhand remark. "So, George, you smoke?" "Oh, uh, well, yeah, sometimes." He seemed embarrassed by this admission. "Great, because now I do, too. So would you mind if I had a cigarette?" He shook his head while handing his visitor a bottle of Bud Light. "God, Jennifer, you're smoking now, too? Wow, this _is_ a surprise!" By now an unlit Marlboro Menthol Light 100 delicately hung from her grinning lips. "Yeah, I'm just full of surprises tonight, George. Hey, light me?" Obediently he grabbed a lighter and did the honors. Jen took a long drag on her cigarette, intentionally showing him she was no poser. "Ah, nice! Yeah, thanks _so_ much for letting me smoke with you, George!" Before exhaling she took a swig of her beer. Smoke spurted from her nostrils as she gulped it down. "But George, aren't you gonna join me?" At first the bewildered fellow didn't respond. Then he realized she meant he should have a cigarette, too. He crossed the room to get his regular Marlboro Lights 100's. He got back, sat down across from her and lit up a cigarette. "God, Jennifer, I never imagined that I'd ever drink beer and smoke with you like this. Damn, you've really changed since high school, haven't you?" You have no idea, George. No idea whatsoever! "Yeah, I guess," she smiled, batting her eyes. "I was a fuckin' sissy in those days. I never knew all the fun I was missing." She hit her cigarette. "But don't worry. I know better now. In high school you were the smart one, George, and I was the dumb-ass. Hell, you used to party and get drunk all the time while I wasted my time going to church. I bet you even smoked in high school, but I was too stupid to even notice. God, I was such a shit-head!" He watched his lovely female visitor drag on her cigarette and then release a voluptuous exhale through smiling lips. He sighed. "I had a huge crush on you then, you know, Jennifer," he cautiously admitted. She batted her eyes again. "Yeah, I know, George." She waited. "So, what's up?" he asked nervously. "How come you came looking for me?" She cocked her head. Slowly, lethargically, she released a thick, creamy exhale from her open mouth. She liked the way it looked. She sure as hell hoped George did. "Can I be honest, George?" "Yeah, sure." "All day I couldn't get your name out of my mind. It was like someone constantly screaming at me, `George, George, you gotta go see George.' So, here I am." She smiled broadly and leaned forward a little. "Isn't that weird?" He fidgeted. "Sure is. Well, so. What do you want to do?" Jen groaned inside. She couldn't screw up, not now. She was so close! "George, I'm so sorry I ignored you in high school." She sipped her beer, hoping to strengthen her resolve. "I'm smarter now. Lots smarter. I need to make it up to you. Really, I do. So, basically, -. Hell, I'll just say it. Do you want to fuck?" He nearly choked on his exhale. "What?" She grinned. "What I said was, wanna fuck? `Cause I really, really want to fuck you!" "But -. But why?" "I dunno. Just because I feel like it," she shrugged, pausing to drag on her shrinking cigarette. "And also because you drink and you smoke and I know you probably won't mind doing it with me." She grinned. "How's that for an answer?" "Wow, well, it's sure not what I expected. See, I figured you came to try and get me to go to church with you again, like you did that time senior year. Remember that long talk and how you tried to convince I needed to get saved?" Jen groaned. Ouch! She _did_ remember. How embarrassing! "God, what a fucked up, dumb-ass loser I was. Listen, George, I was a dufus. I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. You were right; I was totally fucked up." She patted the seat on the couch beside her. Obediently he got up and moved to her side. "So tonight I need _you_ to save _me_, George, baby. Save me from my old self. Let me be the bad girl, the bitch, I want to be, that I need to!" He just continued to stare, unbelieving. She smiled. She was full of lust now. "George, don't you hear what I'm offering? I just said I want you to _fuck_ me! What's wrong? Don't you get it?" She hit on her cigarette and inhaled smoke deep inside. "I want us to get nasty, baby, so nasty you won't believe it's your old friend Jennifer who's opened her legs for you." Still he didn't make a move. So she leaned over and kissed him. Their lips touched for several seconds. "What's wrong? Don't you believe me?" she whispered. He began to laugh incredulously. "I don't know, Jennifer. It's just so weird. You seem so - so different." She feigned a pout. "Don't you like it?" "Oh, yeah, I do. I like it a lot. I've always liked you." "Do you like me even more as a bad, bad girl, a girls who smokes and drinks and who wants to fuck even though we haven't talked in years? Do you like that, too?" "Oh God, yeah," he groaned. "I love it, Jennifer. It's great." "Tell me it's _fuckin'_ great, George. Let me hear you say it." "Shit, it's fuckin' great, Jennifer." "Then let's do it, George," she moaned, taking a last sip of beer and a last drag on her cigarette before disposing of them both. "Let's fuck right now. Let's get naked and fuck. I'm so horny I can't stand it!" Shocked by this unexpected good fortune, George started to fondle Jen's breasts. He unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her wildly. She shuddered, feeling the sensations of sexual bliss for the first time in her previously sheltered life. God, it felt _so_ good, a combination of pure pleasure and unrequited lust. "Fuck me, George," she groaned. "Fuck me. The most important thing to me right this second is for you to fuck me hard! Don't waste time on any foreplay shit. Just get your cock out of your pants and ram it into me, baby, good and hard." She was trembling with anticipation. "I need you to fuck me so bad, George. God, it's so fabulous I can't stand it!" George did just as he was asked. He fucked her alright, and Jennifer absolutely loved it, just like Vincent told her she would, just the way he programmed her to respond. Now she was nothing but a slut and she loved being one! |
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