Love Potion #69
By Kenneth Poe

Bubble Gum Crisis/Crash and all related characters are property of 
Animeigo and Youmex, Inc.  I’ve taken severe liberties with the 
characters, so don’t take this seriously.  Also, this is a lemon, so…
IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE, ERASE THIS NOW!!!!  If you are 18 or 
older, enjoy my little piece of dementia!!


A small flat rock, the size of a quarter lay suspended in a 
contained force field.  The disk shaped rock was odd, glowing slightly.  
The rock was mysteriously smooth, no cracks appeared on the surface.  A 
lone scientist, clad in a white lab coat, picked up the rock and gently 
placed it in a large beaker.  Around the beaker were a number of 
chemicals in different vials and test tubes.  
The scientist stepped away from the beaker and out of the room.  
The airtight glass door closed with a quiet hiss.  The scientist 
fumbled around the dark room, finally finding the light switch and 
flipping it.  
Inside the room was a beige hazardous environment suit.  The 
scientist stripped away his lab coat and stepped into the suit.  The 
robotic components of the suit were activated and it melded to his 
body.  All the air in the suit was expelled.  Finally, the helmet was 
in place.  A separate air tank was attached to the back of the suit.  
It pumped in a generous amount of pure oxygen.  
The scientist’s movements were sluggish, but he made it out of 
the room and back to the beaker.  He picked up a vial of a strange 
yellow liquid and threw it into the beaker.  The rock hissed and 
bubbled.  He continued adding the chemicals until a viscous and strange 
pink ooze filled the beaker.  The scientist smiled at his 
accomplishment.  He hurried out of his lab to tell his boss.

Mackie stared at the monitor.  His excitement grew as the moment 
he had been waiting for came closer and closer.  He barely held his 
control in check.  Now and then, he let out a low shout.  
The door to the security room was closed, but Sylia could still 
hear the noises behind it.  She craned her neck to listen.
“C’mon baby!  Just a few more inches!  I know you can do it!  
C’mon!”  She couldn’t believe that Mackie had fallen back into his old 
habits already.  A few weeks ago, Mackie had promised the other Knight 
Sabers that his days of voyeurism were over.  Apparently, he had 
forgotten his promise.  She heard a yell of triumph and forced the door 
open, expecting a large picture of one of the other Knight Sabers 
changing.  Instead, she saw a picture of an old American football game.  
One of the teams had just scored a touchdown.  Mackie was shouting in 
victory.  
He turned to his sister, “What?  So maybe I like to see old 
football games.  It’s my choice!” he said indignantly.  Priss had 
bugged him about it a few weeks ago, but Mackie still enjoyed it.
“Sorry, Mackie.  From where I was standing it sounded like 
something else.”  Mackie studied his sister’s expression.  He made the 
connection and gave a low groan.  “Sis, I said I gave up that stuff.  
Don’t you trust me?”
“Yes, Mackie, I do.  It’s just that old habits die-hard.  You 
know…”
“Yeah, it’s okay.  I don’t blame you.”  Mackie smiled impishly,  
“Now, if you want to watch the game, I could move it to another room…”
“That’s okay Mackie,” she laughed.  Sylia turned and left.  
Mackie turned off the game and sighed.  He had his life under 
control, no more voyeurism, no more improper conduct.  Mackie didn’t 
really know how he had changed, but he found that he had 
responsibilities and he had to carry them out.  Somewhere in his mind, 
an alarm sounded.  He had a dreadful premonition that perhaps his new 
found dignity would be eroded.  He pushed the thought out of his mind.

A voice laughed long and hard.  The ghastly thing echoed through 
the almost empty floors of the Genom building.  The laughter came from 
behind the desk in the office marked CEO.  
The voice laughed again.  A white clad scientist came closer to 
the desk.  He held out four pink pellets.
“This is the gas I told you about.  Upon impact, the pellets 
explode the gas.  The gas has a specific purpose.  It will induce a 
raging desire on the victim.  The desire is targeted at the first 
person of the opposite sex the victim sees.  The gas is so simple that 
it won’t be detected by a filtering system.  The atoms of the gas bond 
freely with oxygen atoms, forcing out the carbon in them.  It will pass 
undetected.  This is all the gas we have.  The duration of effect is 
exactly one week.”
A smile appeared in the dark.  “Excellent.”

The alert came just after ten o’clock PM.  The Knight Sabers had 
already jumped to the scene.  Mackie was readying for the pick up.  His 
hand rested on a large shoulder mounted rocket launcher.  He laughed 
and jumped into the truck.  Jamming the keys in the ignition, Mackie 
opened the garage door at Raven’s.  The doc was out on a trip and he 
was in charge.  Mackie slammed the gas pedal and raced out of the 
garage.

Sylia Company arrived on the roof of a department store.  A lone 
boomer sat in front of them.  It had the markings of a C-55, but there 
was a strange extension on one of its arms.  It was a gun of some sort, 
with a long barrel and a small hole.  That kind of bullet won’t pass 
through this armor, Sylia thought to herself.  The boomer acknowledged 
their arrival and raised the strange gun at them.  It fired a shot at 
Sylia, then proceeded to firing at the rest of the knight sabers.  Each 
of them took a hit, but none even staggered.  What they couldn’t see 
was the gas being released and seeping through their air system.  
With it’s mission accomplished, the boomer sent out a coded 
message and exploded.  From out of nowhere, a black helicopter 
descended on their position.  The knight sabers stepped back.  Before 
the helicopter could set down, a missile whistled past the rotor.  
Immediately, the helicopter was back in the air and racing away.  
Inside, the CEO of Genom Corporation cursed.
The Knight Sabers turned around and saw Mackie waving at them.  
One arm held a used rocket launcher.  A jolt went through each of the 
women, as if something just clicked inside of them.  Mackie gave them 
an OK sign and dashed back into the truck.  When Mackie was out of 
sight, the Knight Sabers stumbled.
“Did you feel that?” asked a startled Priss.
“Uh huh,” answered Nene.
“We’d better get back,” said Linna.  Sylia nodded and they headed 
for Raven’s.

Sylia felt very strange.  She had a sudden feeling of emptiness 
and an unknown urge.  She groaned in frustration.  It was like 
something itched but she couldn’t scratch it.  She fumbled in her room 
for the light.  Her room was clean.  Mackie must have cleaned it, she 
thought.  Unconsciously, she moved toward the bed.  Sylia flopped down 
onto the soft sheets.  She reached out to turn off the light, but 
bumped her hand on a picture.  She picked it up.  The picture was of 
Mackie.  It was from a few years ago.  He was giving her a crooked 
smile.  Suddenly, she was moaning.  She was barely able to see that her 
hand was out of sight, under her skirt.  She moaned again, feeling her 
own fingers moving inside her.  The last thing she could remember was 
screaming out Mackie’s name.

Sylia woke up shivering.  She let go of whatever was in her hand 
and felt around for the light switch.  When she turned it on, she 
noticed two things.  First, she was naked.  Her blouse had been torn 
open and the remains of her skirt and panties were on the floor.  The 
next thing she noticed was that most of her hand was up her cunt.  She 
eased her fingers out of herself.  What had she been doing?  She 
remembered coming in, flopping on the bed, and seeing the picture of 
Mackie…
Unconsciously she moaned.  Mackie…  The sound of his name made 
her so wet.  Her hand slipped back down and flicked her clit.   Her 
other hand went and pinched her nipple.  She moaned again.  She knew 
what she wanted, what she had to do.  She needed it so bad…

Mackie felt in the dark for the light switch.  Triumphantly, he 
flipped it.  Nothing happened.  The light bulb must be dead again.  
Mackie sighed in defeat and made his way toward the bed.  He stripped 
off his shirt and pants.  Clad only in boxers, he slipped in between 
the sheets.  Mackie turned slightly willing the sleep to come.  
Suddenly Mackie froze up.  He felt someone’s warm breath on his 
neck.  Mackie jumped as he felt a pair of arms encircle his body.  
“Mackie?  Please Mackie I want you.  Give it to me Mackie!” said 
a voice that sounded a lot like Priss.  Mackie almost died right then 
and there.  No wait, he thought.  This is some kind of dream, not a bad 
dream, but a dream nonetheless.  
He felt the dream Priss’ hands hold his wrists firmly.  She 
forced him to turn and face her.  He was able to make out her features 
in the dark.  She wore a look of wanting.  
Priss lead his hands to her.  He felt his right hand on her 
breast.  She moaned loudly and forced him to pinch her nipple.  She 
tugged at his other hand.  It disappeared under the sheets.  
Mackie felt his hand engulfed by warm wet flesh.  He paled and 
Priss screamed.  She frantically moved Mackie's hand in and out of her 
cunt.  Priss bucked feverishly as she felt the climax nearing.  With 
all his strength, Mackie pulled his hand free of Priss’ cunt.  He 
jumped out of the bed and backed away.  He pinched himself.  He didn’t 
wake up.  Mackie paled again, panic overpowering desire.  More quickly 
than he had anticipated, Priss was out of bed and holding his legs.  
She was completely naked, he realized.    She got on her knees and 
rubbed her cheek against his hardening manhood.
“Ooh!  It likes me!” she cried happily.  She opened her mouth and 
began to lick it through the fabric of his boxers.  Mackie moaned.
“Do you like that, Mackie?” purred Priss.  Something is 
definitely not right here, Mackie thought.  She stood up and grabbed 
him so hard that he couldn’t break her hug.  Her hands moved down his 
back and rested on his waist.  He felt her grasping his boxers.  
Mackie knew that Priss was doing something very wrong, but he 
couldn’t break her grasp.  An idea formed in his mind.  It was sick, 
but it might work, he thought.  He moved his free hand down to her 
sopping cunt.  He plunged in two fingers and Priss began to scream 
again.  Her pussy clamped down hard on his fingers and he felt his hand 
get extraordinarily wet.  Priss collapsed into sleep, a satisfied smile 
on her features.
  
Mackie moved out of the room as quickly as was humanly possible.  
Exhaustion was threatening him.  He stumbled over to the security room 
and closed the door.  The system auto-locked the door.  He was safe, 
for now.  He set down on the chair in a heap.  The battle and escaping 
Priss had taken a lot out of him.  The sweet softness of the chair 
eased him into the rest he sought.

DAY 1
Mackie woke to confusion.  He couldn’t open his eyes.  His drowsy 
mind realized things one at a time.  First, his head was being held 
against something extremely warm and soft.  Surprisingly, they looked a 
lot like breasts.  Oh no! he thought.  He tried to move his face away, 
but this only caused a low moan to sound in the room.  
Panic gripped him as he found that he was naked.  Now fully 
awake, Mackie felt added weight on his hips.  He gulped, as he felt his 
prick imbedded in somebody’s fleshy folds.  Mackie managed to pry his 
face away from the mounds of flesh and found he was staring at the 
familiar face of Nene.
       “Morning Mackie!” she said, gyrating her hips on his rod.  
“You’ve, uh, got to fix that key card system,” she managed.  Mackie 
felt the walls of her pussy ripple in anticipation.  He felt himself 
react and realized that soon he would be beyond rational thought.  The 
newfound honorable part of him was sounding an alert.  He couldn’t come 
in her!  He just couldn’t!  His only escape would be to have her come 
first, and leave her.  The tactic had worked on Priss so why couldn’t 
it work on Nene?
“Nene,” he whispered, “I’m hungry.  Get off of me so I can eat.”  
Nene squealed in excitement and extricated herself of his prick.  He 
got up slowly and motioned for the chair.  She sat down and spread her 
legs eagerly.  
Mackie got on his knees, gulped, and dove in.  He licked her cunt 
up and down and she moaned in satisfaction.  He felt a hand thread into 
his hair and push him deeper.  He drove his tongue as deep as he could, 
and searched for her clit.  Finding it, he enclosed it in his lips, 
brushing his teeth against it and using his tongue as much as he could.  
The moaning grew louder and louder.  Mackie felt his face being mashed 
into Nene’s cunt.  He smelled her arousal and couldn’t help but be 
turned on by it.  He shoved the thought away and continued to pleasure 
Nene as much as he could.  Mackie felt her near her breaking point.  He 
closed his teeth against her clit and pulled.  She screamed as the 
orgasm came over her.  Mackie got a mouthful of her cum before he could 
pull away.  Nene’s naked body was heaving in the chair, her eyes closed 
in satisfaction.  
Mackie did a quick check for his clothes.  He only found his 
pants and put them on.  He opened the door and was a good 20 yards away 
before Nene figured out her prey was gone.
“Nuts!  I’ll get him again next time!” she sighed.  Her hand was 
back inside her before she finished speaking.

Mackie ran down the corridor with the speed of a cat.  He nimbly 
dodged outcroppings and various obstacles in his path.  Around a 
corner, Mackie stopped to catch his breath.  He couldn’t believe what 
was happening.  In less than 24 hours, two of his friends had tried to 
get into his pants.  It was unbelievable!  A few weeks ago, this 
surprising turn of events would have put Mackie on cloud nine, but he 
was more grown up now.  He knew that his friends were sick or something 
and didn’t want to destroy their friendship.  He couldn’t allow himself 
to submit.  Mackie wiped the sweat on his brow.  He checked the 
corridor.  Finding Nene nowhere in sight, he slumped down against the 
wall.  
“Mackie, is something wrong?” asked Sylia.  Mackie looked up at 
his raven-haired sister.
“Uh, you could say that.  I think I need a psychiatrist.”
“A psychiatrist?  Why?”
“Because I think I’m crazy.  Um, I think that Nene and Priss want 
to… um, uh…”
“What?”
“They both tried to become intimate with me.”
“Intimate?  What do you mean?”
“You know, they wanted to ‘do it’.”	
“Do what?”
“They wanted to have sex with me!”
“Oh my!” exclaimed Sylia.  She rubbed her chin for a moment, then 
her face brightened.
“I have an idea!  Come on!  We have to get to my room!”
Mackie nodded and followed his robe-clad sister.  They quickly walked 
to the other end of the complex and to the door marked ‘Sylia’.  “Wait 
here for three minutes then come into the bedroom,” said Sylia before 
she disappeared into the room.  Time passed slowly and when Mackie’s 
watch signaled the third minute, he eagerly jumped into the room.  It 
was surprisingly dark, but Mackie could hear his sister’s breathing.
“Mackie, flick on the lights, would you?” asked Sylia.  Mackie 
thought the voice sounded a little seductive, but ignored it.  He was 
her brother, for god’s sake.  She would be the last person to want to 
have sex with him.  He visibly relaxed and acknowledged Sylia’s request 
by flipping the switch.  What he saw made him pale.  His sister was 
lying on her bed, very naked and very wet.  She was rubbing her breasts 
together and moaning.  Mackie spotted a very wet portion of the bed by 
her cunt.  Her pussy was dripping with cum.  
“Mackie!” her sister said.  Now he knew that the seductive tone 
was real.  He cringed.  “Mackie, make love to me!  Fill me!  Oh, 
Mackie, I need it so bad!  I need you inside me!”  With that, Sylia bit 
her lip and moaned.  The wet spot grew bigger. 
“No!  This isn’t right!  This can’t be happening!” Mackie 
whimpered.  He hated having to fight like this.  His honor was at 
stake, but desire was slowly winning.  He couldn’t submit!  The torture 
was getting unbearable.
“Mackie, you will take me.  If not as my brother, than as my 
subordinate!” Sylia shouted.  
“No!  This isn’t right!  Sylia, you’re not well!” Mackie cried.  
He couldn’t let her do something she would regret later.  In a fit of 
rage and anguish, he came to his sister’s bedside and slapped her face 
hard.  Sylia bucked in a mighty orgasm, lifting her pussy high above 
the bed.  Her cum trickled down her cunt and formed a puddle on the 
saturated sheets.  
“Oh, Mackie!  Hit me again!  That felt so good!” she cried.  Mackie was 
tempted to do more than that, but caught himself.  He screamed in 
genuine panic and pain.  Mackie rushed out of the room and down the 
corridor.  He kept running and running.  This was too much.  He was 
having a nervous breakdown.  “I must be insane!  This isn’t happening!  
It’s just in my demented mind!  I’ll wake up and nothing will be wrong!  
Oh, no!  I’m talking to myself!” Mackie groaned.  He didn’t decrease 
his pace, but just kept running.  Mackie chanced a glance behind him, 
and finding nothing there, bumped right into a startled Linna.  He 
recognized her in an instant.
“Linna!  You’ve got to help me!  Nene, Priss, Sylia, they’re all 
crazy!  I need you to keep me away from them!”  Linna nodded silently 
and took hold of his arm.  They raced down a corridor, when suddenly, 
Linna shoved him into a narrow room.
“I think I saw Priss,” she said quietly.  “Now explain this all 
to me.”
“Well, it started when Priss climbed into my bed and made me 
touch her.  I ran into the security room.  Then, in the morning, I 
found Nene straddling me.  I ran away and found Sylia.  She led me into 
her room and found her naked and ordering me to have sex with her!  
It’s all insane!  Uh, Linna, what are you doing?”  The question was 
drowned out by a moan from Linna, who was massaging her breasts through 
her shirt.  “Mackie, let’s do it here, now!”  She moved her hand from 
her melons and down to his pants.  Mackie tried to edge away but Linna 
held on tight.
“Now Mackie, it’s only fair if you make me cum before you leave!” 
she purred.  Mackie felt the heat of desire fill him again.  Desire won 
the battle and Mackie found himself ripping away the buttons on Linna’s 
blouse.  He kissed her exposed breasts, his tongue darting out and 
licking her flesh.  He kissed her breasts slowly, reveling in her 
taste.  She moaned in anticipation.  Mackie deliberately skipped her 
erect nipples, making her whimper.  After an eternity in teasing, 
Mackie finally captured one of her nipples in his mouth.  He licked at 
it unmercifully using his tongue to graze the hard crest.  He caught it 
in his teeth and pulled.  She screamed and he moved to cover her mouth 
with his hand.  She licked it appreciatively.  His other hand found her 
soaking panties.  He rubbed the fabric against her pussy, making her 
shudder.  He rubbed it again and again, moving it up and down, now in a 
feverish state.  She moaned and bucked against his hand.  His mouth had 
moved unerringly to the second nipple, teasing and taunting it.  When 
he pulled at it again, she broke.  She howled into one of his hands, 
and soaked the other.  She slumped on the floor, trailing kisses down 
his chest.  Mackie’s sanity had not yet returned.  He removed the rest 
of his clothing and stood in front of Linna, his rod standing rigid in 
front of her.  He moved the head to her lips and she opened her mouth 
to him.  He felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth surround him.  His 
hands found her head, urging her to pleasure him more.  She moved up 
and down his length, licking and sucking him frantically.
“Oh Linna!  Oh so good!  Suck it!  Yeah!  Like that Linna!  So good!  
You do that so well!”  His compliments came unheard.  All Linna 
understood was that she had a throbbing hot dick in her mouth and she 
was thirsty for cum.  She worked his dick faster and faster, until 
suddenly, she felt him freeze up.  She reflexively took as much of him 
as she could.  His warm cum went down her throat like cough medicine.  
She sucked him dry, swallowing every drop like it was some precious 
nectar.  When he pulled out of her mouth, she licked her lips and gave 
a lopsided smile before falling into a satisfied sleep.  
When Mackie recovered his senses, he knew he was doomed.  He fled 
the corridor without retrieving his discarded clothing.    

Mackie’s life was falling apart.  All around him, signs of his 
secure and safe lifestyle were disappearing.  Something was very wrong 
here.  He rushed to the first safe place he could think of, the control 
room.  He placed a modulating password lock on the only door to the 
outside.  The lock was designed to change passwords every three 
minutes, making it one hell of a tough thing to crack.  The problem 
with the locks, however, was the short energy supply.  Mackie knew that 
he had a good 24 hours before Nene or his sister could hack into the 
security system and open the door.  	
The control room was clean.  No litter cluttered the console, no 
paper lined the floor.  Mackie eased into the safety of a chair.  It 
would be a good hour or so before they figured out where he was.  It 
gave him some time to think.  Why was this happening?  He’d never 
thought, in a million years, that the knight sabers were interested in 
him for anything except the repairs on their suits.  He had not, in his 
wildest dreams, think that they actually harbored feelings of desire 
toward him.  Only a month ago, he was peeking down their shirts, and 
watching them from security monitors.  Yet, those days were gone.  
Mackie had left his old habits behind him.  In his reformed 
state, Mackie was the perfect gentleman, kind, caring, but not on any 
level higher than that of a colleague or friend.  His mind wandered, 
and he asked himself why didn’t he just let them take him?  He’d wanted 
it from the first time they’d met.  Mackie’s mind snapped back to the 
mature mode that he had been running on.  He couldn’t make them do 
something like this when they weren’t in control of themselves.  He 
knew that if he gave in, their friendships would never be the same.  He 
didn’t want to endanger the only true friends he had.  Heck, they were 
his family, the closest that he would come to a real family.  He would 
not allow himself to ruin their relationship.  Hardened by his new 
resolve, Mackie tried to devise a plan.  A monitor beeped suddenly.  
Mackie realized that he had a message.  Interested, Mackie played the 
transmission.  A man wearing a white lab coat appeared.
“Look,” the man said, “I don’t have much time.  I got in contact 
with you from one of our mutual acquaintances.  I wanted to tell you 
that you may be in trouble.  You and your friends were sprayed with a 
highly psychologically active chemical I like to call Induced Desire.  
I created it.  When I found out what Genome was going to do with it, I 
had to tell you.  Induced Desire works on the molecular level.  It 
bonds with oxygen atoms, making it undetectable to regular air 
filtration systems.  The stuff then bonds to the hemoglobin in your 
blood.  Somehow, it selectively picks the brain for its infection 
point.  It rides on the hemoglobin until it reaches the base of the 
neck.  After, it assumes an energy form and flows through the nerve 
cells into the center of the brain.  There, it detaches itself and 
enters into the cerebral cortex.  This is where it gets scary.  It 
stimulates and manipulates certain parts of your gray matter, 
rearranging your amino acids and protein through changing your DNA.  
Like I said, it’s selective.  It changes only specific parts of the DNA 
and only in specific cells.  The areas targeted are the desire and 
pleasure centers.  With the desire center, it sets a gap, leaving the 
desire center vulnerable.  The first image transmitted to the brain of 
the opposite sex is engraved into the gaps. Now is the amazing part.  
The new DNA strand is copied onto messenger RNA.  Somehow, the RNA is 
redirected.  Instead of going to the ribosome, where it can make the 
protein for the cell, it attaches itself to ID.  ID sends the messenger 
RNA through the neural pathways of the brain until it reaches the 
pleasure center.  The RNA copies the image and modifications into the 
new DNA.  In essence, the victim will feel extreme pleasure and cause 
him or herself extreme pleasure, usually on a sexual level, whenever 
the image is seen.  Anything can set this thing off.  It even responds 
to voice of the target person.  I think it got its virus properties 
from the main component of its makeup, a Venusian meteorite.  I found 
the meteorite one day and I’ve been testing it for years.  I’m sure 
there is no more of it around, I used it all.  Anyway, this stuff is 
scary.  I suggest that you lock yourself away from people for at least 
a week.  That’s how long ID lasts.  I’m not sure if the damage to the 
brain will be fixed, but I know that without ID as a template and 
transporter, the urges may calm down to a endurable level.  That’s all 
I can say.  I’m leaving Genom for good.  Goodbye, and good luck.”
The message terminated abruptly, leaving Mackie enlightened.  So 
that’s why they’re doing this.  And all the time I thought I was going 
insane.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  But now he had a new problem to 
address.  If ID had the duration of a week, then he had six days, 
including today to hole up in this locked room.  How long did he have 
until they found out where he was?  Then, as if answering his question, 
he heard moaning on the other side of the door.  He rerouted the 
security system into the control room.  The image showed a very naked 
Priss on the other side of his door.  Evidently, Priss had found his 
hiding place.  Unconsciously, he zoomed the camera in, catching the 
shiny trail her cunt left on the door as she rubbed it against the cold 
metal.
“Mackie!  Ooh!  Oh!  Oh!  We need you Mackie!”  Her hands felt up 
her breasts.  She squeezed them together, moaning as she did so.  She 
stopped suddenly, a small trickle of fluid dripped down the side of the 
door.  
“Sylia!  Nene!  Linna!  I found Mackie!”  Her voice echoed down 
the corridor.  Three running women rushed to the door.
“Oh no!  He’s behind that locked door?” asked Nene.
“Yes!  I am!  I’m using a modulating password key lock, too 
Nene!”
“Modulating passwords?  What are those?” asked Linna.
“They make it harder for Nene to open the door,” Sylia answered. 
“Don’t worry.  I have an idea.”
Mackie began to panic.  His sister could definitely outsmart him.  
He fostered a faint hope that he might be able to explain to her their 
situation.  He made a decision.
“Sylia!  I’ll open the door.  Only you will come in here.  You 
and only you.  If anyone else comes in here, then,” Mackie gulped, 
“I’ll blow my brains out.”  There was an audible gasp from the 
corridor.  Mackie reached over and picked up an emergency handgun from 
a drawer.  He gulped again.  This was the ultimate bluff.  Hopefully, 
ID was working hard enough to make them do anything to make sure their 
‘target’ was alive to pleasure them.  
Mackie keyed in the passcode.  The door slid open with a hiss.  
Preparing himself, Mackie brought the business end of the gun to his 
temple.  Sylia stepped tentatively into the room.  She was still naked, 
and Mackie already sensed that ID was beginning to work.  On first 
sight, her nipples grew erect and her cunt pumped out a whole new batch 
of her cum.  Her face showed concern and fear.
“Mackie, please don’t hurt yourself.  We couldn’t live without 
you.” Sylia pleaded.
“Sylia, you’re being controlled!” shouted Mackie.
“We know, all of us know our minds have been influenced by an 
alien virus.  It lets us know of its presence.”
“And you can take all that?!”
“We all have the same feelings for you Mackie.  All of us love 
you and we just want to show you how much.”  Mackie sighed with defeat.  
He couldn’t reason with them.  Oh well, how bad could it be.  He put 
down the gun.  “All right Sylia.  You win.  I’ll do what you want.”  He 
turned to input the passcode when a hand grasped him by the wrist.  
“Not yet.  I want you for myself this time,” Sylia purred.  She 
kissed him forcefully, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.  Mackie 
began responding, running his tongue against her teeth.  His hands 
danced along her back, resting on her ass.  He kneaded the cheeks 
together, making her moan into the kiss.  He broke their union and 
Mackie’s hands were back behind her head as his kisses moved down.  He 
kissed the hollow of her throat, making her purr in satisfaction.  He 
moved yet lower, kissing her breasts.  His tongue flickered out of his 
lips, dancing merrily on the firm flesh of her breasts.  Mackie took a 
nipple into his mouth.  He sucked at it mercilessly.  Sylia’s hand 
found themselves entwined in his hair, then working on the remnants of 
his clothes.  “Lower.”  Sylia’s voice was haughty now.  Mackie obeyed 
giving her nipple one last tug before moving down her belly.  He moved 
to her pubic thatch, and pulled on some of the hairs with his teeth.  
He moved his face away and traced her nether lips with his finger, 
coating it in layers of her juices.  She groaned when he didn’t do 
anything further.  With his lubed finger, he penetrated her anus, 
probing deep into her ass.  She gave a yelp at his surprised intrusion 
and he withdrew quickly.  Finally, when he could deny himself no 
longer, he readied himself.  He lay her down on a couch nearby.  Mackie 
took her legs and placed them on opposite sides of his head, resting on 
his shoulders.  Sylia put a cool hand on his burning member.  She ran 
the cock head up and down her lips, then placed it at her entrance.  
She pressed herself against him, moaning as his cock disappeared into 
her.  She screamed into his ear and rammed him in the rest of the way.  
She moaned as the walls of her pussy where stretched to the limit.  
“Mackie!  Oh you’re so big!”  They both gave a sigh of contentment 
before the urges claimed them again.  Mackie started a slow motion, 
pulling almost out of Sylia’s cunt then ramming himself back inside 
her.  She moaned each time he fully immersed himself in her.
“Sylia, you’re so tight,” Mackie breathed.  “Oh god, so good.”  He 
punctuated the remark with another plunge.  Soon the motions went from 
slow and steady to a feverish race to orgasm.  Sylia bounced happily on 
the couch with each thrust, twisting her nipples in between her thumb 
and fingers.  Mackie gave short grunts and his breathing became ragged, 
his legs pumping like pistons.  It had to happen, and it did.  Mackie 
had half a second to enjoy the tightness as Sylia’s cunt clamped down 
on his rod before he was engulfed in white hot pleasure.  Mackie 
collapsed on Sylia, their sweat intermingling.  Absently, Sylia planted 
kisses on his forehead.
“I guess it’s about time we went outside.”  Sylia nodded her 
agreement.  The two got up and Mackie forced on his boxers and jeans.  
He keyed in the passcodes and the door slid open with a hiss.  With a 
sigh, Mackie walked through the door.
As soon as he had cleared the doorway, three crying women threw 
themselves on him.  
“Mackie!  We’re glad you’re all right!” Priss managed through her 
tears.
“We’re never gonna let you go!” Linna shouted.
“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere…”  

Inside his mind, two forces battled for control.  Mackie’s desire 
had taken the shape of a beautiful woman.  The other force, honor, was 
a well kept and neat looking woman.
“You heard what hey said, we have to do this,” Desire shouted.
“I’m sure we can find some way around this,” argued Honor.
Desire rose from the wooden chair she sat on.  “No way!  Mackie’s 
suppressed me for too long.  He need’s release.”
“I agree.”  The two forces turned to see where the voice was 
from.  Another woman, duty, had entered his mind.  “We have no choice.  
It is Mackie’s duty to his friends to help him, even in this way.”
Honor conceded.  The three women let out a giggle.  “This is going to 
be fun!” they shouted in unison.

Mackie struggled down the corridor.  Walking was hard, especially 
when three women clung to him like babies.  “Please get off me, you 
guys!” 
“We’re not letting you go!” Priss shouted defiantly, then nestled 
back against his side.
“Girls, you’re my friends, I won’t leave you.  Please!” his 
commanding tone made Nene and Linna reluctantly let go.  Priss moved in 
to hug the rest of him.
“Priss, let go,” he said firmly.
Priss rubbed her cheek against his chest.  “I will not!”
Inside his mind, the battle was over.  He let out a giggle.  “All 
right, Priss.  We’ll do this your way.”  He moved his arms around her 
waist.  She sighed in satisfaction.  
“It’s not over,” he laughed.  One hand went lower, across her ass 
and between her legs.  His finger gently traced the outline of her 
cunt.
“Don’t tease me like that,” Priss whimpered.
“Priss, you’re my friend.  I’m going to help you.  Get off of 
me!”  He insistently rubbed his finger against her opening.
“Don’t tease me like that,” Priss whispered again.
“Get off of me,” Mackie said.  He moved his hand off of her cunt 
and massaged her thighs.  “Priss, you can have me first if you want to.  
Just let me go!” he shouted.  Silently, Priss moved away from him, 
tears streaking down her face.  
“God, Priss, what have they done to you?  You never cried like 
this.”  Mackie brushed away her tears with his fingers.  “What have 
they done?”
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Priss whispered.
“All right!  We’re all going to my room now!  We need to talk 
about this.”  He motioned everyone to his room.  Once they were inside, 
they all took chairs.
“First of all, I’m going to help you guys through this.  I want 
you to know that.”  Four heads nodded.  “Now, I think I know what to 
do.  One girl will stay home with me all day, and the others will 
continue their normal routine.”
“Why Mackie?  We don’t want to leave you,” said Sylia.
“I know that.  You have to go.  Genom might look for women who 
are acting strange.  They know the effect of the love potion and we 
can’t be found out.  Secondly, I don’t think I can handle all of you at 
once,” he laughed.  “I guess you guys should make a schedule or 
something.”
“I’m first,” said Priss.
“He’s mine after Priss,” shouted Nene quickly.
“I’ll take him last,” Sylia said.
“All right, I’m after Nene,” finished Linna.
“Great, I’m glad you’ve agreed.  Now I’m going to sleep.  It’s 
already midnight and we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”  The four girls 
eyed him, giggling slightly.  “Oh no, I think I need a bigger bed!”

DAY 2

Mackie woke up unable to move his arms.  Four women weighed his 
arms to the bed.  Nene and Priss were snuggling against his side, with 
Linna and Sylia beside them.  An alarm sounded and all the women 
besides Priss were up.   Mackie received three quick kisses before they 
were out the door.  
He walked back to his room, where Priss still lay.  Priss was 
stretched out beautifully.  He watched the rise and fall of her chest.  
Mackie knelt over her, and planted a kiss on her lips.  He proceeded to 
rain a trail of kisses down Priss’ neck and over her breasts.  He 
waited there for a moment, kissing around her hard nipples and flicking 
them occasionally with his tongue.  
She pushed him away, and frankly, it bothered him.  “Wait,” she 
started in explanation.  “I have something I want to do.”
Mackie nodded.  “What is it?”
“Well, I always dodge the cops.  So, this once I want to be 
caught.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
She levered herself off of the bed and out of the room.  Mackie 
waited patiently in a wicker chair.  After a few minutes, the door 
swung open, revealing a fully dressed Priss.  She wore her regular red 
biking suit.  Her red slacks hugged the contours of her legs.  She 
threw a pair of handcuffs on the bed and handed a police cap and night 
stick to the confused Mackie.  It came slowly to Mackie, but when he 
finally got it, a big smile spread over his face.  He put the police 
cap on and swung the night stick around casually.  
“I’m sorry ma’am, but I’ve gotta stop you.  This is a restricted 
area.”  Mackie almost laughed, but kept the nonchalant expression.  He 
let a lazy smile appear through his casual features.  
Priss, forever the rebel, replied sharply, “What are you going to 
do?  Huh?  Strip search me?”
Mackie caught the hint.  His smile grew broader.  “Yes ma’am.  I 
believe a strip search is the only way we can clear this up.  But 
first, I gotta frisk ya.”  Mackie licked his lips in anticipation and 
brought his unwavering hands to Priss’ shoulders.  His hands trailed 
down her slim waist and then up, to cup her large breasts through the 
leather jacket.  He made sure that he brushed the erect nipple.  Priss 
bit her lip to stop from moaning.  Her breathing grew heavier.  Mackie 
was glad that ID still seemed to work.  His hands resumed their search, 
tracing over beautiful hips and down to well formed ankles.  Mackie 
forced her legs apart and then moved his palms up the insides of her 
legs.  He kneaded her thighs and felt the seeping wetness at her 
crotch.  Stepping back, satisfied, Mackie rubbed his chin, as if in 
thought.   
“Seems all right.  Now, the search.  Should I strip you ma’am, or 
will you oblige?”
Priss gave a mock scowl and unzipped her biker jacket, revealing 
a turquoise blouse underneath.  She sat down and took of her sneakers 
and socks, then stopped.
“The pants are next, miss.”
She reached for the button, but then stopped.  “Are you one of 
those sick cops who sexually assaults women?”
“I’m just doing my job.”  He walked to her and undid the button 
and zipper.  Hands on her hips, he knelt down, bringing his hands and 
her pants to the floor.  She wore white frilly panties with a wet spot 
on them.
“Now the shirt.”  She obeyed, and large breasts, held in check by 
a white bra came into view.  The blouse fell with the rest of the 
clothes on a pile on the floor.
“Please bend over and take off your panties.  I’ve got to check 
your anus.  Some have smuggled drugs and poison in their anus.”
Priss gave a mock sigh and bent over, pulling her panties to the 
ground.  
“Spread your buttocks, ma’am.”  Priss did so.  Her pink asshole 
was revealed.
“Now, we can search.”  So saying, Mackie put one finger into her 
hole and moved it around.  An undecipherable grunt came from Priss.
“I’m sorry to cause you inconvenience, but I had be sure.”  
Mackie grabbed the handcuffs from the bed.
“Oh, miss. You were right.  I am the kind of cop who assaults 
women like you.”  He slapped the handcuffs onto one of Priss’ wrists 
and the other one to bed post.  He ripped off her bra and began to 
knead her breasts.  Priss tried to struggle, and beat Mackie off of 
her.  He grabbed hold of one of her wrists and pushed it to the ground.  
Mackie brought his head down to kiss and suck on Priss’ breasts.  He 
grabbed an erect nipple between his teeth.  He bit down on the nipple 
and pulled on it.  A soft moan escaped Priss’ lips.
“Oh, now you’re all hot and heavy.  You want it, don’t you, bitch?”  
Priss put on a frightened and shamed expression, then nodded.  
Mackie picked up the nightstick from where he had left it.  Mackie 
moved Priss into a spread-eagle position.  Without further ado, Mackie 
plunged the hard nightstick into Priss’ snatch, pumping it in and out.  
Priss grunted each time the nightstick went inside her.  Meanwhile, as 
the nightstick still moved in and out of Priss’ pussy, Mackie began to 
suckle Priss again.  After a while, Priss’ grunts turned to moans, and 
Mackie knew she was close to the edge.  He stood up and took of his 
pants.  Priss gave a disappointed sigh as the movement in between her 
legs ceased.  Mackie’s proud cock stood in front of her face.
“Suck me off,” was all he said.  Mackie plunged his cock into the 
hot depths of Priss' mouth.  Her tongue worked miracles on his rock 
hard cock, and he grunted in approval.  His hands worked their way into 
her hair, and eased her bobbing head into an easy pattern.  
Priss gave a sad mewling sound and it vibrated through his cock.  
He groaned in pleasure.  Priss’ eyes were wet with tears.  She shifted 
her gaze downward, and Mackie followed the gaze.  One of Priss’ hands 
gripped the bedpost and the other was placed firmly on the nightstick. 
She looked up at Mackie again, seeking permission.  She moaned 
into his cock and he nodded.  The nightstick began its insane pumping 
action once again.
Mackie was bucking into Priss’ face when she finally came.  With 
a shudder and a long moan, Priss creamed around the nightstick, 
slicking it up with her feminine juice.  The vibrations and random 
spasms sent Mackie over his edge.  He came into Priss’ mouth yelling, 
“Swallow it, bitch.  Swallow it all!”  Priss obliged, and in three 
gulps, she swallowed Mackie’s load.  They collapsed on each other.  
Mackie unlocked the handcuffs with a set of keys that Priss had 
brought.  She immediately brought her arms around him.  They hugged 
each other close, sharing the warmth of their body heat.
“Mackie?”
“Hmm?”  Mackie began kissing Priss’ neck and pulse point.  His 
tongue flicked over her hot skin, and he felt her heart flutter.
“Thank you.”
“Hmm.”  His lips descended to her breasts.  He took the nipple in 
his mouth and lightly suckled on it.  He cupped her breast in one hand 
and licked the erect nipple thoroughly.  His other hand trailed down 
her back and to her buttocks, which he squeezed and kneaded.  Then the 
questing hand went lower still, and teased the lips of her sex.  
Reluctantly, his mouth left her breast and he kissed a hot, wet trail 
to the joining of her thighs.  He parted them with little resistance 
and brought his head down until he could smell her arousal.  He gave 
one lick, straight up and down.  There was a sudden draw of breath 
above him.  He planted a kiss on her pussy, and then stroked her clit.  
It quivered with pleasure.
“I want to taste you.”  He brought his mouth down to her snatch 
and began sucking on it.  His tongue frantically burrowed through her 
folds, licking, stimulating, pulsing through the source of her desire.
Priss’ hands immediately found Mackie’s head, pushing him down 
intently.  She knew there was no way she would escape her pleasure, so 
she encouraged the pleasure device nestled between her legs with soft 
moans and heavy breaths.
“Ma, Mackie… So good… Ah, ah, ah, e, eat me… please!”
Mackie continued.  His tongue moved inside Priss’ folds slowly, 
tasting every bit of her womanhood.  He loved the taste of her juices, 
it gave him a stronger will to make the woman in his mouth cum again 
and again.  His lips brushed her pleasure point and she vibrated with 
reaction.  Smiling, he brought a teasing finger to her clit and stroked 
it lovingly.  Her whole body reacted.  It doubled its pace, frantically 
hands that had held his head in place left to seek more interesting 
targets.  In fact, they settled on Priss’ breasts, kneading and teasing 
the nipples.
“Ma, Mackie.  I’m so, o, o, close…  Please…”
Mackie felt Priss’ walls pulsing with the coming pleasure.  He 
brought his mouth to where his finger had been, her quivering clit.  
Priss gasped in surprise when she felt Mackie bite her clit.  It 
sent her crashing over the edge.  Wave after wave of pure pleasure 
assaulted her.
Mackie clamped his mouth over her as she came, drinking the 
juices that came his way.  When the river trickled down, his hands 
delved into her and grew slick with her juice.  He rubbed the ejaculate 
onto Priss’ breasts, then licked it off.  Mackie kissed her on the lips 
once, lightly, before he picked up her lithe body and deposited it on 
the bed.  He slipped under the covers next to her.

The day at the Silky Doll was not going so well.  Sylia was 
having trouble concentrating on work.  She rubbed her breast idly, she 
needed some relief.  At the lunch break hour, Sylia closed up shop and 
headed for the bathroom.  It was a large, but overall uninteresting 
piece of architecture.  There were four stalls, a love seat in the 
corner, and a marble double sink.  The marble sink had been Mackie’s 
idea.  It gave the place some class, he’d said.  Just the thought of 
Mackie sent need rushing through her pleasure centers.  Sylia ripped 
off her clothes with little effort.  Sitting down on the sink, she 
spread her legs wide and allowed her fingers to do there work.  One 
hand moved furiously in and out of her cunt, the other squeezed her 
breast painfully.  The mixture of pleasure and pain sent her off the 
edge quickly.  Sylia spasmed on the marble, then relaxed, easing her 
back against the mirror.  How long was she going to last?

Linna’s day wasn’t so good either.  She was having a hard time 
teaching aerobics class and trying to hide her arousal too.  
Consequently, she cancelled the class, claiming an illness.  Alerting 
the front desk of the change, she went to the empty room where her 
classes were taught.  The room was large, with only one door, but four 
walls covered with mirrors.  The floor consisted of a thick mat.  
Sitting down and ripping off her clothes, she finally went to seek 
release.  Her hand clutched a large breast while the other entered her 
cunt sweetly.  Almost instantly, the cum began to drip out of her.  She 
bent down to lick her breasts, sending a shudder through her.  Linna 
continued licking until she couldn’t stand anymore.  Her second hand 
rushed down to her pussy, and began playing with her burning clit.  She 
spread her legs wider and closed her eyes, oblivious to the world.  
Linna didn’t notice the opening and closing of the door, or the 
slight movement of the mat as someone kneeled down on it.  She did 
notice her hands being removed and substituted for someone’s tongue.  
Linna moaned at the sudden intrusion, bringing her hands to the head of 
the intruder.  She opened her eyes slightly.  It was a woman!  A girl 
actually.  She was probably 18 or 17.  From the way she was licking 
her, Linna guessed she was a virgin.  An insistent tug at the girl’s 
raven black hair brought her up to suck and nibble on Linna’s large 
breasts.  The girl was beautiful, Linna thought.  From what little she 
saw of her, she was well formed with a beautiful face.  Linna kissed 
her forcefully on the mouth, her tongue parting the girl’s lips tightly 
and exploring the inside.  Yep, she was a virgin.  She thought a 
little.  Mackie would probably love her.  Yes, Linna’d give her to 
Mackie…
Linna rolled the girl over, getting on top, her knees on either 
side of her.  Linna kissed her again, this time, working the buttons of 
her shirt off.  The bra came off as well, and only then did she break 
the kiss.  She reached out to fondle the girl’s breasts lightly.  They 
were large, and fit nicely into her hands.  The girl’s aroused nipples 
pressed into Linna’s palms.  The aerobics instructor kneaded the girl’s 
breasts firmly, making her squirm underneath her touch.
“So, what are you doing in here, huh?” Linna asked slyly before 
she took a nipple into her hot mouth.
“I saw you and, oh, oh…”  The girl couldn’t finish her sentence.  
Linna’s hands made their way to the young girl’s virgin cunt and toyed 
with her clit playfully.
“I saw you, Mistress.”
“Oh, mistress!  That feels so, oh ah, ah!”  The girl coated 
Linna’s hands with cum.  
Linna kissed up the young girl’s body, nibbling lightly at her 
heaving chest.  The naked Knight Saber licked the young woman’s lips 
and whispered into her ear, “You’re mine now…”

The hot water felt wonderful against his tired body, Mackie 
thought.  He yawned a little and rested his head against the tiled 
wall.  The shower made him regain some of his lost endurance.  Slowly 
but surely, his energy was being replenished.  It wouldn’t last though.  
A pair of hands slipped around Mackie’s neck from behind and Mackie 
felt pebble hard nipples press into his back.  
Priss licked Mackie’s neck lightly.  “I want you to fuck me, 
Mackie.  I want you to really fuck me, with your cock…”
Mackie looked down at his member.  It was limp.  “Damn.  Priss, 
I’m a little tired…”
Priss cut out his statement by kneeling down.  She grasped 
Mackie’s flaccid cock and planted a wet kiss on the head.  Priss 
scooted in a little closer, until Mackie’s cock rested in the valley 
between Priss’ ample breasts.  She kissed Mackie’s cock again as she 
slowly brought his member back to life by squeezing it in between her 
breasts.  
When Mackie was rock hard again, Priss stood up.  She faced 
Mackie and kissed him hard.  “There, all better!”
Mackie, not wanting to lose his new found turgidity, pushed Priss 
against the tiled wall.  Priss placed both hands on the wet tiles, her 
hair covering her face for a moment.  
The water as well as Priss’ heightened sexually made slipping in 
all the easier.  Mackie found that Priss’ pussy was extremely tight, 
and it sucked at him.
“Your cunt is damn good, Priss,” Mackie remarked before he bit 
into Priss’ earlobe.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Priss repeated while her lover 
entered her from behind.
Mackie felt up Priss’ body, squeezing her tits appreciatively.  
Holding tightly onto the mounds of flesh, Mackie increased the speed of 
his thrusts.  Soon, control was beyond him and his grunts of pleasure 
echoed Priss’ moans.  They came together, Priss creaming all around his 
rod while Mackie shot load after load into Priss’ hot depths.


THE END
	(FOR NOW…)

Afterword:
	So, how was my first wedge of lemon?  I say wedge because this 
hardly the entire thing.  Did you like it?  Did you hate it?  Send C&C 
to Ktroubador@aol.com.  Expect another part soon.  I plan to make a part 
for each day and each Knight Saber.  What fun little perversions will I 
crank out next…  Bwa ha ha ha ha heh <cough>.  That’s all I got for 
tonight folkes, go home!!!