Obsession-Compulsion, by Mudak
Chapter Seventy Nine
Junior Agent Sara Colburn, under the pseudonym of Heather McCann, came to the door of her University apartment in response to the unexpected knocking on her door. She smiled broadly when she saw the face of her colleague, Deirdre Gomez, through the peephole in the door.
“Deirdre! This is such an unexpected surprise! Please, come in!”
“Thank you, Heather.” Agent Gomez casually walked through the now wide open door and stood in the foyer, looking around. She was carrying a subtly wrapped box under her left arm. “How’s everything going?”
“Good! Classes are going well. There’s a lot of really good people around here. I’m learning a lot of good, important things.” The two women retreated to the kitchen.
“I believe you.”
There was a brief silence, broken by Colburn clearing her throat. In a low whisper, she continued. “You know, Deirdre, I’m not sure you should be here right now. You could ruin my cover and blow the mission.”
“I know. That’s why I won’t stay any longer than I need to. I need your help with something.”
“What’s that?”
“Before I tell you that, I’ve got to ask you something.” Colburn started to say something but was cut off by Gomez. “Don’t answer me immediately; I want you to think about this question. Do you have any reason to think that Wallingford might be on to your cover?”
Colburn opened her mouth but remained silent for a short while. Her programming, from shortly after she had been infected with the virus, was to deny any such questioning, but because Agent Gomez had asked her to think about it before answering, she scratched her chin and gave the appearance of thinking through the question. Finally, she spoke. “Nothing comes to mind.”
“Okay. I was feeling really bad about the fact that we thought Wallingford was the real mastermind behind the virus. I spoke to Warrington, and he approved a small requisition. Could you please make up some kind of story, some kind of excuse to give this to him?” Agent Gomez took out a neatly wrapped box, with plain white wrapping paper, and placed it on the table.
“What’s that?”
“It’s just a small gift. Can you bring this to Wallingford in the next 12 to 24 hours?”
“Um. Sure. What is it?”
Gomez giggled softly. “It’s a Care Bear.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Do you need some help coming up with an excuse to give this to him. You could say it’s something you’ve liked since you were a little girl and wanted to give it to him as thanks for being so accepting of your situation and all, ya know?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Great. Could you text me when you deliver this to him?”
“Sure.”
“Thank you, Sara. I really appreciate it. I’ll see myself out if that’s all right.”
“You’re welcome, Deirdre. I’ll talk to you later on.”
Agent Gomez stepped out the door, closed it, and quickly disappeared.
Sara stood up and looked over the package she had been handed. As if by instinct, she reached for her telephone and dialed the number she only had reason to dial once before.
“Slaves’ intelligence hotline, how may I help you?”
“This is Agent Sara Colburn.”
“Yes, Sara. To what do we owe this honor?”
“A colleague of mine just gave me a package and asked me to deliver it to master.”
“What is it?”
“If I’m to believe my colleague, it’s a children’s stuffed toy.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It’s wrapped and she asked me not to unwrap it.”
“Do you think there might be a communications device implanted in it?”
“Always possible.”
“Do you have any means of scanning for bugs or anything?”
“Yes.”
“Please scan it. I’ll hold while you do it.”
Junior Agent Colburn put the phone down and retrieved a scanner from the inside of her suitcase. It hummed softly as she plugged it into an electrical outlet. It made no additional noise as she ran it over all six sides of the package. After a few minutes and satisfying herself that the results of the scanner were accurate, she returned to the phone.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, Sara. Go ahead.”
“It doesn’t appear to have any bugs or similar items attached to it.”
“While I was holding, I notified master of this development. He said that you need not go looking for your colleague but if you see her again, you are to seduce her. Furthermore, as pertains to the package, if it’s just the toy with nothing added, you should bring it over to him as soon as possible. He said he’d meet you in his public office.”
“I’ll be there within a half hour.”
Chapter Eighty
Agent Viktor Karovski took a deep breath as he sat down on a bench on the path that leads the on-campus gym. The Steinmetz girl had gone to the gym approximately fifty five minutes earlier, and so it was simply a matter of waiting here for her to go back this way.
He felt a slight vibration on his waist. He glanced down and flipped open his cell phone. The text message from his colleague, Agent Deirdre Gomez, read that the first phase of package delivery was complete. He smiled. The timing of this message was good news indeed.
He took in some more air and sighed. He didn’t expect to be this nervous. Using Wallingford’s own weapon against him, with one of his “slaves” as an unknowing pawn in the game felt unethical, at best. Even if he and Gomez succeed where five of his colleagues had previously failed, would any obtained evidence even be admissible in court? It’s a good thing that they’ve got a new search warrant for his office and laboratory as a backup.
About a hundred yards down the path, he spotted Ashley Steinmetz casually walking towards him. He sat up and waited for her to get a little closer. As she got closer, he could see that her face was somewhat flush from a good workout, her clothes loosely covering her body. Boss picked a good target, he couldn’t help but think.
“Ashley Steinmetz?”
“Yes?”
“My name’s Agent Viktor Karovski, FBI.” He flashed his badge at her.
“Is there something I can do for you, Agent Krakowski?”
Karovski chuckled. He’d long since given up on correcting people who mispronounce his name. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
She looked around and, after a very slight pause, said, “Sure. I’m not sure what I can do to help, but go ahead.”
“Please, won’t you sit down here?”
She took a seat next to Karovski on the bench. The hesitation was gone from her voice as she paid him a compliment. “You have a nice smile, Agent.”
“Thank you.”
“I was reviewing our records associated with the—”
“—the slave virus case.”
“Yes. Apart from Dr. John Smith himself, you are the only link between Smith and Gary Milford.”
“I realize that.”
“Are you aware that we’ve made an arrest in the case?”
“Yes. Dr. Stanwyck.”
“Do you think he’s John Smith?”
“I don’t know. From what I’ve heard, he definitely could be.”
“Right, but do you think he is?”
“I’ve never really worked with him, so I really don’t know.”
“Are there other professors you’d think to be more likely than Stanwyck, to be the one?”
She paused for a moment. “No. Not really.”
“All right, that’s fine. One more thing.”
“Sure. What’s that.”
He lowered his voice. “You’re my slave.”
“What’s the password?” Her eyes glazed over as she instinctively recited these words.
“Orgasm.”
“How may I serve you?”
“All right now Ashley. I want you to listen closely to me and answer me as fully and as thoroughly as possible. Do you know what a Care Bear is?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like Care Bears?”
“I had a couple of them when I was a little girl.”
“Good. Now as a grown woman, Care Bears are a tremendous turn-on.”
“Care Bears are a turn-on.”
“A man with a Care Bear makes you overwhelmingly horny.’
“A man with a Care Bear makes me horny.”
“I want you to think of the time when you were at your horniest.”
She grinned widely as she remembered it.
“Good. Now multiply that horniness so that you’re ten times as horny as you were then.”
Her eyes widened and started to tear up as the feeling became more powerful.
“Now multiply that by ten.”
She opened her mouth and started to pant.
“This is how a Care Bear makes you feel.”
She bit her lip and repeated his words, with the phrase ‘Care Bear’ coming out as a high-pitched squeak.
“If you see a man with a Care Bear, you will need to fuck him.”
“I need to fuck a man with a Care Bear.”
“It doesn’t matter who he is.”
“It doesn’t matter who he is.”
“In fact, all you can see is his Care Bear.”
“All I can see is his Care Bear.”
“You won’t even know who he is. The Care Bear makes you forget everything but fucking him.”
“The Care Bear makes me forget everything but fucking him.”
“In a moment, I will wake you up and you won’t remember anything. When I do that, I’m going to give you my card and tell you to call me if you think of anything. If you fuck a man with a Care Bear, you will call me.”
“If I fuck a man with a Care Bear, I will call you.”
“Very good. Now. I’m going to count to three. On the count of three, you will be awake and we will continue our conversation. All right. One. Coming higher and higher. Two. Higher still. And three. Awake.”
Ashley’s eyes focussed again on the FBI agent.
“Thank you, Ashley. Let me give you my card. If there’s anything you can think of, let me know.”
She took his card and thanked Agent Karovski. “I can do that.”
“Have a good day.”
“You, too.” Ashley stood up and continued back towards her apartment. Karovski knew that she would change her clothes and head to her internship at the newspaper.
Chapter Eighty One
Gary Milford, the journalist who first broke the story of the slave virus, was poring over the article written by Julia Shapiro in the most recent edition of the on-campus newspaper. His head was down and he didn’t notice the FBI agent walking into the office.
Agent Deirdre Gomez knocked on the door of the office of Angela Wallace, Milford’s editor. A few people noticed her coming in and a few heads kept an eye on the door after it had closed. Had Milford not been reading so intently, he would have been one of them.
Agent Gomez took a seat in front of Angela’s desk. “Did I see Milford reading the article about our investigation from the campus paper?”
“Yes. He wants to take the article in a different direction.”
“Has he reached out to Gordon Wallingford?”
“He’s tried. Wallingford’s stopped answering his phone. Can’t blame him, really. The only faculty member quoted in the article, his phone’s probably ringing off the hook.”
“I’ll bet.”
“I don’t suppose you’re at liberty to say anything about the investigation that’s not already public knowledge?”
“Unfortunately not. Still, the investigation is what brought me to your office today, Angela.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re in a bizarre position right now. We’ve got a man in custody but haven’t yet charged him with anything. The only reason why we haven’t released him yet pending charges is because we’re afraid of starting a riot of sorts. Among other things, he’s safer in our custody than he would be out on the street.”
“Yes, but isn’t that illegal to detain him without charges?”
“It is. We’ve offered to let him go on his own recognizance but he’s refused thus far. He apparently recognizes the danger and wants to stay safe.”
“So what can I do for you, Agent Gomez?”
“How soon do you think Milford will have his own article ready?”
“Probably within the next two or three days. He’d get it sooner if he had someone who will pick up their phone and provide real information.”
“Tell you what. I don’t want to be his first interview.”
“Fair enough.”
“If he can get an interview with Gordon Wallingford, let me know and I’ll speak with him, too.”
“But how...”
“Don’t you have an intern here who is a student on campus?”
“Yes. Ashley Steinmetz.”
“Why not send her to ask Wallingford to speak with Milford?”
“Good idea.”
“Is she here right now?”
Angela glanced down at her watch. “She should be here within the next ten minutes.”
“Do you want to go out and see if she’s here yet?”
“Sure.”
As the two women stood up, Agent Gomez heard a slight buzzing coming from her purse. “Hang on one second. That’s my cellphone.” She fished around in her purse and noticed that she had a text message waiting for her. Junior Agent Colburn confirmed that Wallingford was now in possession of the Care Bear. She then started tapping away on her phone to relay the message to her colleague, Agent Viktor Karovski.
Angela couldn’t help but notice the smile on Gomez’s face as she worked with her cell phone. When Gomez shut her phone and dropped it back in her purse, the editor asked, “Good news, I take it?”
“Not yet it isn’t. Hopeful news, I’d say.”
“Well, let’s see if Ashley’s here yet.”
“Let’s.”
The two women walked out of the editor’s office and headed towards the mail room. Ashley was putting her coat down as they entered the room. Ashley noticed them walking towards her and decided against taking a seat.
“How are you, Miss Wallace?” Ashley smiled.
“I’m good. I’d like to introduce you to Agent Gomez of the FBI.”
“Hello, Agent Gomez. Can I help you with something?”
The editor continued. “Could you please come with us?”
“Um. Sure. Is everything all right?”
“Yes. Gary Milford and I need your help.”
“Ooookay.”
Ashley left the mail room, walking behind her editor and the FBI agent. In the silence, Ashley spoke. “So. Agent Gomez. Do you know an Agent Viktor Karamoski?”
“I work with an agent named Karovski.”
“That’s the one!”
“What about him?”
“He asked me a couple of questions this morning. I don’t think I was much help to him, but he did stop me today.”
“We are both handling different aspects of the slave virus case.”
“Are you here to talk to me?”
“Not really. I came here to talk to your editor and Gary Milford. But I suggested something that you could help them with.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
The three walked in relative silence until they stood outside Gary’s desk. He let out a vocal sigh and looked up, noticing the three women standing just outside of his cubicle.
“Angela, Ashley! What’s going on?”
Angela spoke. “This is agent Gomez of the FBI. How are you coming with your story?”
“Honestly, not as well as I would have hoped.”
“Any luck getting through to Wallingford?”
“None.”
Ashley leaned in. “You could come down to campus and try to talk to him in person.”
“Not without a formalized meeting set up. And I can’t get a meeting because I can’t talk to him on the phone.”
After a brief silence, Agent Gomez said, “Ashley could go in and talk to him and set up the meeting.”
Ashley had a look of mild surprise on her face. She looked back and forth between the editor and the journalist, both of whom nodded in general approval. “Yeah. I guess I could, couldn’t I?”
Gomez nodded. “And Gary. If you’ll let me see your notes from the interview with Wallingford, I’ll let you know where we stand on the overall inquiry. First dibs, if you would.”
“I’m game.” Gary responded.
“Me, too.” Ashley chimed in.
“Then it’s settled,” Angela said, a slight lilt in her voice. “Ashley, if you want, I’ll let you leave early if you think you could get an audience with him for Gary.”
“I’ll do that. Let me take care of a couple of things on my desk.”
“Sure.”
Within a half hour, Ashley Steinmetz was proudly walking out of the office, thinking and hoping that she could actually make a difference in this case.
Chapter Eighty Two
Ashley returned to campus and immediately went to the Science Building in hopes of speaking with Dr. Gordon Wallingford. She was feeling a bit nervous and was practicing a semi-canned speech in her head in case she needed to talk to someone else first.
As she approached his office, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. She looked at the receptionist and asked if Wallingford was with another student.
“Not right now he isn’t. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Um. I’m considering taking one of his courses next year and I’d like to talk with him about it before I sign up.”
“All right, then. What’s your name?”
“Ashley Steinmetz. I actually volunteered for one of his studies a few months back.”
“Really? Which one?”
“The sleep study. I was one of ten test subjects.” There was once a time when she wouldn’t have revealed this information to anyone, considering how this fact seemed eerily similar to the one that John Smith used to kick off his slave virus. The news of the arrest of Dr. Stanwyck, though, made her feel more comfortable with this fact.
“One second, please.” The receptionist turned to her phone and pressed a button on the side of it. Cradling the handset on her shoulder, she spoke, “Hi, Dr. Wallingford. There’s a student here to see you about your class. She’s considering taking it next year. ... Uh huh. ... Yes. .... Ashley Steinmetz. ... She says she was in your sleep study. ... Uh huh. ... Okay. I’ll send her in.” The receptionist hung up the phone and smiled at Ashley. “You can go right in.”
“Thank you.”
She approached the door and knocked softly.
“Come in!” The voice on the other side of the door sounded pleasant, almost jovial.
Ashley entered the office without saying a word, her head down, and closed the door behind her.
Seeing her look, Dr. Wallingford began the conversation. “My receptionist tells me you’re interested in one of my classes, yes? It’s so nice to have someone actually talk about my classes and not my quote from the article about the slave virus.”
Ashley cleared her throat. “Actually, Professor, if you don’t mind, there’s one other thing I’d like to talk to you about, too.”
“What’s that?”
“I work with Gary Milford. You know, the guy who wrote the original newspaper article on the slave virus.”
“Oh! All right, I guess. Um. How is he?”
“He’s good. He’d like to talk to you about the virus, and I said I’d see if I can arrange something.”
“Of course! He’s probably the only reporter I would actually be willing to talk to about this. Do you have his number?”
“Yes.” She started to hand Wallingford a copy of MIlford’s business card when he stopped her. “Give that to the receptionist on your way out.”
Wallingford picked up the phone and spoke with the receptionist. “Molly, could you please do me a favor? Could you please call Gary Milford at the newspaper and arrange for him to interview me following my Bioethics class on Monday? You can invite him to sit in on the class too. Ashley will bring you his number when she leaves. ... Uh huh. ... That’s right. ... About an hour. Yup. ... Thank you, Molly.”
While Wallingford was talking with his receptionist, Ashley started to look around his office. She really was interested in his class next year and wanted to talk to him, but she wanted to get that business out of the way first.
She glanced over at his books on his shelves and the artwork on his walls. Then, in a far corner of the office she saw it: it took her a moment for her to realize what she was looking at. Yellow in color, with a white patch that had what looked like a circle in the center. She stood up to get a closer look. She started to breathe more quickly as she came to the realization of what she was looking at. She wiped her brow and felt a surge through her body that was pure heat. Pure passion. She didn’t know where she was, but she heard a man’s voice.
A man! Yes, she needed a man. Not just any man, but this man. This man, whoever he was. She quickly peeled off her blouse, without even bothering to unbutton it. She stepped out of her shoes and undid her jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
Freed of most of her clothes, she let her hand find its way down into her panties and could feel the wetness that was already filling her. Her mind saw only one thing. She kept repeating it over and over again: “Care Bear. Need Care Bear. Fuck Care Bear.”
Dr. Wallingford hung up his phone and was somewhat surprised to see the half-naked girl in his office. “Miss Steinmetz! What are you doing?”
She stepped closer to him and he saw madness, lust, passion, and, perhaps, some of his own virus in her eyes. He backed away carefully. Whatever else was true, her programming was such that she wouldn’t do anything to him. Still, he didn’t want her to get too close.
Ashley lowered her bra straps and shot him a sly, seductive look. With one hand, she gave a gesture that beckoned him closer. When this didn’t work, she up and around her back and unclasped her bra. It gently cascaded over her arms and onto the floor. Her nipples were already stiff and pronounced. She reached back around and pinched herself.
Seeing that he still wasn’t responding as she hoped he would, she placed her thumbs inside the elastic holding up her panties and pulled them wide, away from her hips. She then lifted one leg up and out of her underwear. She then stood firmly on both feet, lifting the other leg and kicking her underwear at him. She pointed down between her legs and said, seductively, “You know you want this, don’t you big boy?”
Why doesn’t she realize that she’s not supposed to be acting this way? An increasingly panicked Wallingford thought, this is against her programming. It’s not possible that someone could have modified this core bit of programming.
She casually stepped up right next to him and placed her hand on his crotch. She craned her neck to whisper in his ear. “I need this so bad. You’re not going to deny a girl her needs, are you?”
Before he could respond, her lips had come in contact with his and her tongue briefly penetrated into his mouth. He pushed her off immediately and she fell back and onto his desk.
He turned away from her, hoping that this kiss didn’t last long enough to have the kind of impact it would have on other, non-infected men. He couldn’t help but think that he still felt the same and that he didn’t want to have sex with her. He heaved a sigh of relief and turned back to face her. By the time he could see where she was, he felt his cock stiffen and strain against the front of his pants. He still didn’t feel an overwhelming need, a compulsion if you would, to have sex with her. All he had to do, then, was not let her see his erection and everything would be...
His thoughts were interrupted by her voice. “I see you need something of mine, too. She stepped closer to him and ran her hands along the inseam of his pants. There’s no denying it: this boy wants to come out and play. Come here, my snuggly Care Bear!”
With that, he felt her hand unzip his fly. She reached in and, after a little bit of struggling against the fabric of his boxer shorts, liberated his manhood. She smiled as she took him into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, sucking gently. She felt his abdomen tense slightly. She looked up at him and saw him gazing back down at her.
He knew that all he needed now was to fuck this girl, who so clearly wanted to fuck him, too. She had started to run her hands along his stomach so he grabbed her hands and lifted her up to face him. She let out a coy giggle as he pushed some papers aside on his desk, picked her up, and lay her down on the table itself. She spread her legs wide as he stood in front of her, poking his way into her eagerly awaiting slit.
To her, the moment of penetration had felt like pure bliss. If heaven existed, then this is what it must feel like. She did little to stifle her moans and squeals of pleasure.
He thrust harshly into her and she felt an orgasm that coursed through her entire body. She tensed up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her and digging her fingernails into his back. She felt a bit of warmth as he slowed down and ultimately came to a stop, sweating and nuzzling into her chest. If this is what a Care Bear can do, she thought, there was no point in going back to the real thing.
He stood up and pulled his pants back up. She started collecting her clothes and putting them back on, as though nothing had happened. For the next half hour the two of them discussed his class, as though nothing had happened at all. When it was over, she thanked him for his time and said she would try to get his class in the new year. He reminded her to give Gary Milford’s card to his receptionist and wished her luck in getting into the class.
After she handed the card to Molly, the receptionist, she walked out of the science building, picked up the card that was given to her by Agent Gomez, and confirmed that she had just fucked a yellow Care Bear.