The Suite

The video ended. Megan went back to her bed. She didn't bother to close the door. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to decode the message. She listened to her friends fucking in the next door. The fragrance of their passion leaked slowly into her room.

* * *

In an instant, the chime for the bedtime video rang. Again, Megan watched it from the doorway while Olivia and Lyn watched from the couch. The Asian girl from the last video seduced a girl she was tutoring. Megan barely noticed. Her mind felt it had been split open and the essence of the video was being poured into it. The sense that she was understanding, that the message in the videos was becoming clearer was overpowering and just out of her reach.

She retreated back to her bed. The urge to touch herself was overwhelming, especially with the sound of Olivia's and Lyn's lovemaking ringing in her ears. The image of the southern girl from one the previous videos came to her. She tried to resist, she needed to focus. Her hand drifted slowly to her twat, her fingers sampling the sodden panties. Her left hand pulled the flimsy material aside while her right teased her wet lips. She loved how it felt, even though she knew it would feel better if someone else did it for her. Someone soft and tender and pretty, someone who instinctively knew what was needed, just as she knew, even if that someone had to be taken, to be broken ...

... just as she had been. The pieces fell into place. There was the joyous sense of understanding, complete and fully formed, being placed in her head. She remembered the first night, after the bedtime video. She and Olivia had wondered why the girl who'd surrendered in the first video was the aggressor in the next. Megan knew the answer now.

She rose from her bed. With a roll of her hips her panties fell to the floor. Her bra came next. She strode confidently to Lyn's room. Olivia lay on her back, legs wide spread and pointing at the ceiling. Lyn was between those legs, feasting on the blonde's snatch.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck!" Olivia almost sounded like she was crying. Megan knew better. "Fuck ... that's so good!"

Megan walked to the side of the bed and grabbed a fistful of Olivia's hair.

"I've got something better for you to do with your mouth," she said firmly.

Olivia's eyes twinkled. Megan climbed onto the bed and played with her tits while Olivia ate her cunt. Everything made perfect sense. As wonderful as it was to give in, it was even better to make them give in.

Day 7

Megan had no idea how long the three of them had been there, on Lyn's bed. The moments of clear, lucid thought were too infrequent. She concentrated on the pleasure, the giving and receiving, tongue to pussy, tit to tit, mouth pressed against a beautiful, womanly mouth. The taste, the sounds, the smell, the soft. All she knew was they'd been like this a very long time. She never wanted it to end.

The chime sounded, and before any of them were really aware of what they were doing, they rose from the bed and made their way to the common room. This time, there was no video. Instead, three red folders had been placed on the coffee table in front of the couch. As had been the case on their first day, each folder was labeled with the name of one of the girls. The single sheet of paper inside announced the experiment was over and that the door would unlock with the next chime.

They didn't make it back to the bedroom ... there was much more space in the common room and the carpet was quite soft. As Megan's mouth touched Olivia's smooth cunt, and as Lyn sucked at Megan's, it occurred to her that someone would have had to enter the suite to leave the folders. And that someone had to have seen what was happening in the bedroom. And Megan didn't care. She hoped it was a girl who'd seen them, and that the sight had left her all hot and bothered.

Eventually the final chime sounded and the main door unlocked with a sharp crack of the bolt. Reluctantly, the three rose from the floor and retreated to their respective rooms to dress and pack. That done, back in the common room, they exchanged cell phone numbers and e-mail addresses and long, deep kisses goodbye. They agreed to get together sooner rather than later. They thought it would be a great idea to bring along any suitable girls they could convince to come along. Then they left.

Three limos were parked in front of the building. In the window of each was the name of one of the girls. Each went to her assigned limo, waved and said a final good bye.

Megan's limo wasn't empty. A woman sat on the facing seat of the passenger cabin, her back to the driver, and Megan's heart fluttered when she saw it was the Southern Girl from the videos.

"Hi Megan," the girl's accent was a syrupy sweet as in the video. She held out a hand, "I'm Shannon."

Megan took the hand, shook it slowly, her desire taking control. She moved the hand to her chest, giving Shannon a moment to feel the heft of her breast. Then she moved to Shannon's seat.

"Mmmmm, you've learned you lessons well," Shannon purred before they kissed. The car began to move. Shannon's breath was warm and minty. Megan's tongue began to probe.

"We have to stop. There'll be time later, I promise," Shannon said, a significant look in her eyes. At that moment, the limo bore left. The other two continued straight, heading for the school's main campus.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to our lab. We want to keep you for a couple extra days, if that's okay with you."

"But I have class tomorrow ..."

Shannon grinned slightly, "We've already taken care of that."

Megan blinked, "The school knows about this?"

"Not officially," Shannon grinned again. "But we have some friends over there."

"Why me?"

"Because, my hot little friend, you were the big surprise of the week's experiment."

"Me?"

"Uh-huh, " Shannon nodded. "We thought you'd be the first to break, so imagine our surprise when you turned out to be the last."

"Oh. So ... who was the first?"

"We're not sure yet," Shannon admitted. "We think maybe Lyn, but Olivia was definitely the first to act on her new conditioning. We're still analyzing the data."

Megan was confused, so Shannon continued, "The three of you were chosen because you fit a profile we wanted to test. Olivia was a leader type, Lyn was a wild card. You were a follower type. It made sense, we thought, for a follower type to be the first to integrate the conditioning. I guess that's why you have to do the experimentation ...

"We think we got Olivia figured out, but we have no idea why you reacted the way you did. So we want to run some simulations on you, in a more controlled environment and see if we can't figure it out. I promise it will be a lot of fun."

"Will you be there?"

Shannon flashed that coy little smile again, and Megan got a little moist, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

They spent the rest of the ride kissing and touching each other, with Shannon occasionally slowing things down before they got too out of hand. The limo eventually stopped in front of a nondiscript, single floor office building on the edge of campus. The front door simply said "Dacess Corporation" with the same logo that had been stamped on the food and drink back at the suite. The reception area was manned by an incredibly beautiful Hispanic woman, dressed professionally in a black jacket, skirt and rich blue blouse.

"Hi Monica," Shannon said brightly as they passed.

"Hi Shannon," Monica answered and flashed Megan a brilliant smile.

Shannon led the way, down a corridor that ran the length of the building and ended in a "T" intersection. They turned left and followed the hall to the end. Shannon went through a door.

"This will be your room," she explained. "You'll only be here three, four days max, so I don't know how much you want to unpack. Why don't you shower up, then put on the clothes in that closet ..."

Shannon pointed to a door on the opposite side of the room.

"When you're done, head to the end of the hall we were just in. I'll meet you in there and explain what's happening next."

Shannon left, and Megan did as she was told, showering slowly and thoroughly. The clothes in the closet were much like the ones Monica the receptionist had worn: a sharp looking black suit jacket and skirt along with a brick red blouse. There was also a white lab coat. Megan examined herself in the mirror. The outfit, especially the lab coat, gave her a professional look. Megan decided to play along. She pinned her hair up, forming a loose pile atop her head.

She had no difficulty finding the room. Shannon was there, as promised, along with three other women, one of whom Megan recognized as the horny doctor from the very first video. Shannon made the introductions. The doctor's name was Nina. The wall directly infront of Megan was covered with various instruments and read outs. Megan had no idea what they signified.

"Have a look at this," Shannon pointed at a high definition monitor.

The screen displayed a single room, furnished like a well stocked studio apartment. On a bed in the far corner sat a very pretty, light skinned black girl, dressed in panties and a spaghetti strap tee. She looked exhausted, fidgeting nervously on the bed.

"She's gone through the same conditioning you went through this week, only without the suite mates and the videos," Shannon explained. "We're reasonably sure she's integrated the conditioning. We want you to make sure."

"What do you mean 'reasonably' sure?"

"Collette was chosen for this test because of some of her personal beliefs ... no sex before marriage, no masturbation, sex with other women is an abomination, that sort of nonsense," Shannon said it like she couldn't believe anyone could be so think headed. Megan found herself in complete agreement. "Despite everything, she still hasn't had an orgasm all week, the poor thing, which explains why she looks so frantic."

"What do you want me to do?" Megan asked. The leer that twisted Shannon's mouth contrasted sharply with the joyous twinkle in her eyes. "I guess what I mean is how do you want me to do it?"

Shannon handed Megan a clip board, "We want you to go in there and tell her you're doing her exit interview. Then we want you to break her, make her submit to you. Do you think you can do that?"

Megan knew Shannon was telling the truth, up to a point. She also understood she was being tested as well. She took the clipboard.

"Absolutely."

The door to Collette's room was on the left. Megan paused there for a second, hand on the doorknob, to collect herself. Then she undid a button on her blouse, exposing a bit more cleavage than was professionally appropriate.

Shannon slid up behind her, pressing her breasts into Megan's back, "Not that you need the extra incentive, but I'll be waiting for you back in your room. Once you're done here, we'll have the rest of the day to get to know each other MUCH better."

Shannon's tongue flicked across Megan's earlobe. Megan bit her lip to keep herself from moaning.

* * *

Collette locked on to Megan the second she entered the room. Her voice was brittle.

"Can I go home now?"

Megan smiled sympathetically, "In a few minutes. I just need to ask you a few questions and you're all done."

She pulled a chair across the room, setting it a few feet from the bed. Megan positioned herself in one-quarter profile to Collette and crossed her legs, resting the clipboard on her knee. Her skirt rode up her leg, as she knew it would. Collette's hazel eyes devoured the sight of Megan's exposed leg.

The image she'd seen on the screen hadn't done Collette justice. The girl was trim and athletic. Her brownish hair was messy, but it gave her a "ready for anything" look. Her breasts were round and firm, and her nipples looked painfully hard. When Collette realized Megan had noticed, she drew her legs up and hugged them to her chest. Though her view of Collette's chest was blocked, the motion had allowed Megan to see that the girls legs and ass were utterly perfect.

The papers on the clipboard, to Megan's relief, listed questions that might actually have been asked if this were truly an exit interview. Collette's replies came slowly, as though she were having trouble concentrating. She wouldn't, or couldn't, look Megan in the eye. Instead, Collette's gaze traveled the length of Megan's body. Megan made a show of recording the answers. At one point, she let her pen fall to the floor and slowly bent down to pick it up. Collette stared openly at Megan's cleavage, her mouth a perfect "O" of befuddlement.

"Are you okay," Megan asked. Collette nodded nervously. "Something seems wrong."

"It's been a long week," Collette whispered.

"I'll bet," Megan replied gently. She moved to the bed and sat at Collette's feet. She placed a sympathetic hand on the girl's knee. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I just want to go home."

"I understand," Megan said. She slowly rubbed the knee. "I don't know if that's such a good idea. You seem a little shaky."

"I'll be fine."

"I can see why you say that, but if anything happened to you, I'd feel terrible," Megan answered. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

Collette shook her head.

Megan's hand drifted ever so slightly down the trembling thigh, "My notes say you haven't masturbated at all this week. Why is that?"

"It's wrong," Collette croaked, mortified it had even been brought up.

"That's not true, it's perfectly natural," Megan's hand was mid thigh now. Her voice maintained its patient, sympathetic tone. Collette's skin was moist with a sheen of perspiration. "Everyone does it. I do it when I'm a little tense."

"No ..."

"I'll help you. Look at me for a minute," Collette did as she was told. "Put your hand on your breast, just like I'm doing."

Collette's leg, the one Megan's hand wasn't one, relaxed slightly, allowing just enough room for her hand.

"Just touch your breast and let you fingers run over it lightly," Megan demonstrated on herself, and Collette followed. Megan let this go on for a few moments, all the while stroking Collette's leg, mid-thigh to knee, slowly and gently, back and forth.

"Now cup it and squeeze a little, like you're trying to figure out how much it weighs."

Helplessly, Collette squeezed, a soft whimper escaping her tightly clenched lips. Megan moved her hand slightly, now she caressed the inside of Collette's thigh. A quick glance down confirmed Collette's panties were already very wet.

"Now give yourself a little pinch on the nip," Megan whispered.

Collette did. Her head rolled back and she groaned as the sensations detonated through her body.

"Do it again," Megan urged.

Collette fell back, making the bed shake. Both hands now massaged her breasts. Eyes closed and back arched, her breath hammered through her teeth.

Her own pussy felt sticky and neglected. As wound up as Collette must have been, she wasn't sure she could take much more herself.

"Touch your pussy now."

Collette's hands didn't leave her chest. With obvious effort, she shook her head.

"Do it!"

Collette shook her head again, "No."

"Why?"

"Shouldn't ... wrong."

A wave of impatience surged through Megan. Gone was the gentle tone, "You know you want to. You know you want to get your fingers into that juicy pussy of your. For Christ's sake, I can smell how much you want it. So do it! Unless ..."

Megan let her hand drift all the way down to cup Collette's snatch. Her fingers poked gently at the soaked material, tickling Collette's slit while her thumb rubbed against the clit, "... unless you really want me to do it. Is that it? Do you want me to finger your little twat until you come?"

Collette's eyes flew open as she reflexively bucked against Megan's hand. Her voice caught, giving Megan an extra moment to continue her fingerwork. Once again, Collette's pussy betrayed her and she thrust herself a second time against the corrupting hand.

"Stop!"

"You don't really want me to," Megan said harshly.

Collette swallowed heavily. Her hips jerked a third time, "Please ... stop!"

To her amazement, Megan did. The redhead stood up. Collette half expected an apology. Instead, Megan held her fingers up to her nose and sniffed deeply, humming a low tone of approval. She whipped off her lab coat, then began unbuttoning her blouse. That's when Collette understood Megan wouldn't be addressing the half that expected an apology. She'd be addressing that other half ... the half that wished Megan would ignore everything she'd said, join her on the bed and fuck her brains out. Collette returned to massaging her breasts, her legs tightly crossed. Megan had been right, of course. She needed Megan to touch her pussy for her.

Megan crawled onto the bed, totally nude. Collette stared with wonder at Megan's bald cunt, how puffy and wet it was, flattered she'd had that effect on her seductress. She relaxed her legs slightly and offered no resistance when Megan spread them apart. Megan leaned over her and moved her hands off her breasts, pinning her arms, wrists crossed, over her head. Then Megan was atop her, their bodies pressed together. Megan began a slow, grinding locomotion.

Collette knew it would feel good, wonderful even; what she wasn't prepared for was how right it felt ... the way Megan's pussy, so warm and wet, slid effortlessly along her panties, or the way Megan's breasts were do heavy and flat against her own. Megan worked like a ripple, knees pressed into the mattress, pushing their twats together, using the momentum to slide the stomachs, then their tits, against each other. She went slowly, grinding away what remained of Collette's will to resist.

All the reasons to resist ticked through her brain: he upbringing, her beliefs, her parents, her God, His law.

Her back arched.

With each second, with each motion of Megan's body, those reasons felt more remote. Like a scene viewed through a strobe, they felt disjointed and slightly unreal.

Collette's legs rose straight into the air, then wrapped themselves around Megan's hips.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Megan taunted. "You love it, don't you?"

Collette nodded.

"You need it," Megan thrust faster.

"Need ... it," Collette repeated, because it was true.

"I'm going to make you cum ..."

"Please ... please ..."

Megan's head dipped forward, her mouth covering Collette's ear to lick and nibble, "You know what would feel even better?"

Collette didn't answer. She couldn't conceive of anything feeling better than this.

Suddenly, Megan was upright, breaking Collette's leg lock, making the prostrate girl sob with frustration. Almost instantly, Megan's fingers were in Collette's panties, removing the offending garment. Collette pulled her tee shirt off herself; she wanted nothing between her and Megan. Then Megan resumed her assault on Collette's snatch. This time it was with her mouth, her lips wrapped around the needy clit, fingers driving in and out of the slick hole.

"Ahhhhh ... ahhhh," Collette was screaming. Legs bent, feet flat on the bed, she hammered her cunt into Megan's face. All thoughts, save one, shattered against the bliss given by Megan's tongue.

"Give me ... your," Collette needed just the right word, "pussy. Give ... me ... your ... pussy!"

Megan spun 180 degrees, legs straddling Collette's head, spreading her cunt open. Collette burrowed into it, not knowing what to do, operating on instinct. It was glorious. The pair rocked back and forth, forcing themselves deeper and deeper still into the other with each cycle. Megan was musky and flavorful, her juices warming Collette like a potent liquor. And then she was cumming, screaming into Megan's twat, nails digging into Megan's ass. Even as her body quaked, she lapped at Megan's wonderful pussy, craning her neck to slap at the turgid clit with her teeth.