The Pink Blob
The SCIF was located off sight from other government buildings in Washington DC. What use to be a post office was now a secure network were government issues could be discussed. Inside the building was what looked like the kind of trailer that would be on the back of an eighteen wheeled truck. This was the sensitive compartmented information facility, or SCIF. The only things that went in or out of this box were things that were allowed to. In this case General Samson Holgersen was coming into the secure metal box.
“Okay,” Samson said turning around and waving his badge at the secure lock on the inside of the door, “why the fuck am I here?”
“General, my name is Carl Fan,” a man in his late thirties, but looked much younger stood up from the desk in the middle of the room. “I’m sorry to say this, but this must be an official meeting.”
The general looked over at the two other people in the box, both women, and gave them a suspicious eye. Then the general rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fuck it,” he said. “Fine, let’s make this official. Everyone, sound off.”
As was traditional the stenographer went first. “Krystine Beck, stenographer, clearance code U442BQ5,” Krystine said with a sigh as she put her own information down on paper with the black typing machine in front of her. She had on a navy-blue jacket over a white blouse, and a long navy-blue skirt. Her hair was brown, pulled into a bun, and her glasses were black rimmed and thick. She looked frumpy in her forties, and not comfortable at all.
The general nodded to Carl who went next. “Carl Wilson Fan, domestic terrorism analyst FBI, clearance code B921LZ4,” Carl said quickly. His dirty blond hair was in need of a trim, and stood straight out on his head. His eyes seemed too close together, and his ears stood out. The man was thin, to the point of concerning, and Carl was not even very tall at barely pushing five-feet-six-inches. It didn’t help he was dressed like a school boy in a white polo shirt and blue pants.
The general went next. “General Samson Holgersen, Under Secretary for Civilian Security, Democracy, and Human Right, God I hate that dumb-ass title, with clearance code A121AA9.” The general still had a crew cut from his military days, and still stood tall and proud at just over six feet. He had on a blue suit with pin stripes, and a tie that was the dark red of blood. His face was less wrinkled than his late forties would have usually produced, and his hair was barely hanging onto any color. He also knew how to give orders better than to follow them and it showed.
“I guess I’m last,” the other woman in the office stated. “Victoria Hall, head of the Office of Investigations for the Secret Service, clearance code E410SP2,” she said. Victoria looked like a porn star. Her head was a mass of platinum blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her face was blemish free and looked decades younger than her fifty-years-old would have implied. Her eyes were a dazzling blue under long lashes. Her body was amazingly proportioned with breasts that could have been small watermelons. Her arms were toned to the point biceps could be seen even when she wasn’t flexing. Her middle was tight with abs showing around her navel. Even with her legs crossed the muscles giving them definition were visible. The fact was she was also wearing a dark blue bikini that at least covered, and contained her large breasts, and matching bottoms which were large enough that they could have been considered panties.
“Get to it Carl,” Samson said barked.
Carl reached into his briefcase and pulled out three binders, one for Samson, one for Victoria, and one for himself. “I’m sorry to drag you both out here, but this is about the pink blob,” Carl quickly said.
“Fuck,” Samson uttered.
“Shit,” Victoria exclaimed.
Even the stenographer paused her typing for a second.
“The pink blob is coming here to Washington DC,” Carl added.
“Fuck, I wish I had my flask,” Samson uttered.
“Are you sure?” Victoria asked.
“No, I’m not sure,” Carl quickly said. “We made a machine learning algorithm specifically to track the pink blob, and it predicted a blob in Rochester thirty minutes before the blob actually popped up. Now, it’s saying another one will happen here in two days.”
“How here is here?” Samson asked.
Carl hesitated. “Do you know where Neighborhood Park is?” Carl asked.
Samson seemed to think for a moment. Victoria didn’t have to. “Just south of Michigan Avenue, near that children’s hospital?” Victoria said nodding.
“That could be the center,” Carl said with a shrug, “but go anywhere in a quarter mile radius, and you get your center.”
“Fuck me,” Samson said rubbing his face. “Okay, I know the stories about the pink blob, but give me what is real.”
“It’s in the report I gave you,” Carl said nodding to the binder.
Samson sat on the edge of the desk and gave Carl an impatient look.
“Fine,” Carl said and sighed before grabbing his own binder. “The pink blob as it is called can only be described as an unknown event.”
Victoria laughed at this.
“Shut up and let the man speak,” the general ordered.
Carl continued. “The blob is much like a miss-shaped bubble that is pink in appearance from the outside. Nothing can get in or out of the blob, and that includes electronic information. The blob is usually about three point one miles in radius or six point two miles in diameter from the center. There have been twenty-nine such blobs that have occurred in the past nine months with eighteen of them happening here in the United States, four in the UK, two in , two in , one in Spain, one in Denmark, and one in Japan. They’ve lasted anywhere from twenty-two minutes to roughly twelve days.”
Carl turned the page of his report, and Victoria did so too, but Samson just sat there listening. “The people trapped in the blob have no memory of anything that happened in the blob,” Carl said this and looked up at Victoria, who was studying the binder. “When the blob dissipates, the people over the age of about nineteen, trapped inside, are changed, physically and mentally.”
“I also woke up with a splitting headache,” Victoria said bitterly.
“The only good news is, no matter how long the blob exists, the people inside are uninjured from lack of food and water or medication, or out of control vehicles,” Carl said keeping an eye on Victoria. “All children are fine and nothing happened to them in the time inside the pink blob. This was what really marked it down as an ‘unknown event’ since there doesn’t even seem to be a need to change a diaper.”
“I assume I need to get the president and everyone else I can, out of the city?” Samson asked.
“Yes,” Carl said flatly. “I don’t think we want the male leaders of government coming out of the blob looking like gym fanatics, and women looking like fetish models, no offence Victoria.”
“None taken,” Victoria said leafing through the binder. “I had no idea anything would happen down in Memphis six months ago, and despite looking better than I’ve ever looked, I would like to wear something other than bikinis.”
“Is that the mental you’re talking about?” Samson asked. “The need to wear bikinis?”
“Not just that,” Carl said. He opened the binder and said, “in section four, subsection A, you’ll see the list of all the mental changes that take place for men and women.”
“This is wrong,” Victoria said looking at the report. “In that area, the Roman numeral three, I can’t wear shoes with heels shorter than four inches, not three. I’ve tried.”
Samson was looking at his own binder now. “What’s this part here,” he said looking at the paper, “Roman numeral five, post hypnotic command?”
“That was found by accident, but we think there are other hidden commands in victim’s minds,” Carl said. “That phrase there, when a victim hears it, they become an ultimate seducer.”
“That sounds like a bad porno,” Samson said sounding tired. “You’re telling me that if I say those three words, out loud then Victoria will try to seduce me?”
“No,” Carl said, “I’m saying she WILL seduce you. She will become uncontrollably aroused and produce some kind of auditory sound with her voice that will make anyone who hears it want to do anything she says to have sex with her, and it won’t wear off until she has an orgasm.”
The stenographer paused at this for a second.
“Bullshit,” Victoria said sounding angry.
“It was tested on several men and women,” Carl sadly said.
“I’m a fucking security risk,” Victoria accused Carl with angry and wide eyes.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Carl stated.
“Do we need to do something?” Samson asked not taking his eyes off Victoria.
“I’m not going to fucking seduce anyone,” Victoria stated with anger. “I don’t like either one of you, or you Krystine, no offence.”
The stenographer just waved the comment off.
“It doesn’t matter,” Carl stated. “If you hear those three words spoken by anyone, then you will seduce everyone around you.”
“Oh, fuck that, and fuck you,” Victoria said sitting up and slamming the binder on the desk. “You think I’ll become some uncontrollably horny sex fiend if I hear, ‘crown, mercy, debt.’”
“Shit!” Carl said quickly turning and pulling out of his brief case a large and thick pair of total sound canceling headphones.
Samson looked over at Victoria, and couldn’t take his eyes off her. She seemed different, alluring, enticing, and sexier than she had a moment before. The way she moved as she stood up was like a sensual snake. A wave of her chest directed the general’s eyes to her large breasts. When Victoria pulled the band holding her pony tail in place and gave her head a shake, it made Samson’s cock tent his pants. Even Krystine was breathing hard and her nipples were poking at her blouse.
“I could seduce you, if I wanted,” Victoria said coming up to Samson. “I could take that hard cock of yours and slip it into my HOT, and WET pussy. I could let you bang me from behind, or maybe let me do all the work and ride on top of you?”
Samson tried to say something, but only a grunt came from deep in his throat.
“And you,” Victoria said turning to Krystine, “I’ve never been with a woman, as far as I know, but how long would it take for me to lick your pussy before you gushed all over my face?”
The frumpy looking woman was sweating. Her eyes were bugging out as her tongue lolled from her mouth. She was breathing hard as the smell of musky sex filled the SCIF.
“Let’s find out,” Victoria said as she swayed her body, and untied her top. “Everybody gets naked!” The blonde woman pulled the blue fabric free of her breasts, and the round peaks with hard dark nipples were revealed.
“Victoria,” Carl was saying as he dug in his brief case, “you have to try and control yourself.”
“I could control myself,” Victoria said as she swayed her sexy body in front of the three of them. Two were deeply entranced, horny, and soon naked. “I could stop myself from cumming on your cock for hours as you jackhammer into me!”
Carl found what he was looking for in his brief case and pulled out a small device. He held it up to show Victoria. “I can’t hear you because of these headphones,” Carl was saying, “but if you make yourself orgasm, this will all be over.” With that Carl twisted the small device that looked like a large bullet. Instantly the pink vibrator showed why it had that name.
Carl looked up at Victoria. She was moving her exaggerated body in ways that made Carl feel himself getting hard. He held out the device to the blond woman, who looked like she had no intention of taking it. Victoria was saying something, but Carl couldn’t hear her. If he heard her, then he too would fall under her spell. Carl looked over at Samson for help, but he was getting onto the desk, laying down, with his five-inch cock sticking straight up in the air. Carl looked back to Victoria, but she was saying something he couldn’t hear. Carl was just able to read her lips enough to make out possibly the word, ‘ears.’
Krystine was behind Carl and pulled his headphones from his ears, as Victoria commanded her.
“You’re fighting too hard,” Victoria said as she undid the buckle on Carl’s pants. “I have a body made for sex.” With that Victoria let Carl’s pants fall, and then slid down his boxer-briefs. Carl’s ten inch and very thick cock sprang out. “That’s a cock made for fucking and shooting hot cum.” Victoria looked up at Carl as she said, “So, use it to fuck me—!”
Carl didn’t let Victoria finish as he spun her around and all but threw her top half onto the desk. Carl didn’t even have to work to make his cock go right into Victoria’s pussy. It was like a homing missile, right into her sex. Victoria gasped as she felt her body being filled by Carl’s large and long cock.
“Ah!” Victoria yelled as she was repeatedly rocked by Carl’s forceful thrusts. Victoria also saw Samson’s short cock before her. Victoria salivated and before she got to the general’s dick she barked, “Krystine, sit on Sam’s face, and Sam, eat her out. It sounds so sexy to me to see a woman gas-masking some guy.”
The stenographer couldn’t help but obey. She got onto the desk, and lowered her hairy hot wet, frumpy pussy onto Samson’s waiting tongue. Krystine’s bush was a wild mass of very dark brown, and graying curly hairs. Her body had rolls of fat around her middle, and her belly hung out and over her waist. Cellulite pockmarked her legs. Krystine’s breasts were small sad sacks of skin hanging on a pasty white chest. Without her glasses she looked even less than ordinary. None of her looks mattered as she put her thighs on either side of Samson’s head and the erotic feeling of his tongue on her clit made her shiver with sexual delight.
Victoria took Samsons’ dick into her mouth, his entire dick. It barely made it to the back of her mouth. It was small, compact, circumcised, and thin. Victoria had to work as she sucked him off not to let the general’s cock slip from her lips. All the while, Victoria was being slammed into from behind. Each thrust was a pleasurable and sexual stab into her body. She felt Carl untie and slip off the bikini bottoms, leaving her exposed. Victoria gave a sharp yelp as Carl gave her firm ass a sharp smack.
Carl was going hard and fast into Victoria. He couldn’t help himself. He had to fuck her, she said so. His cock was made for fucking, she said so. Carl still held the bullet vibrator and with one hand rocking Victoria’s rump, his other was reaching under her, and pressing the small vibrator directly on her sex. Victoria jumped at this as she squirmed with Carl’s cock inside her bottom half, and Samson’s cock in her upper half.
Krystine was moaning loudly as she smashed her wilted breasts with her hands. She was on the edge of an orgasm. Nothing in her life had been anything close to this sexual. Her boyfriends had never even wanted to see her, keeping the lights off when they had sex. The fact that Krystine wanted to lick every inch of Victoria’s body seemed to add to the fact she was loving every second of being under Victoria’s control.
“I’m going to cum,” Victoria screamed taking her mouth off Samson’s penis. “I’m Going To CUM!”
“No!” Carl yelled, “I’m so close. My cock is made for fucking and shooting hot cum!”
A sweaty Victoria started shaking. Her body jerked off Carl as her legs vibrated for a second. Then her pussy clenched hard a handful of cyclical times. Then she was spent.
“Okay,” Victoria said with her voice going back to normal. “Okay, you can stop now.”
“No,” Carl said forcefully, “I need to cum; crown, mercy, debt!”
“NO!” Victoria said quickly, but then her body and voice changed. “Yes, we all need to cum. Krystine, get on your knees so Carl can cum in your mouth, and I can get some action on Samson’s cock.”
“Yes,” Krystine said as she obeyed. She was so close to an orgasm she got down on her knees in the all-weather carpet, and slid Carl’s thick long cock into her mouth. It was unlike any pleasure she’d ever given before. She was already hot and horny, and with Carl’s cock inside her head, it was like repeatedly smashing a button that spiked her arousal. Krystine was rubbing her mound as she was taking Carl’s dick as deep as she could into her throat, and there was still more. Krystine was trying not to gag on the massive man meat being forced further and further into her neck.
“Don’t you dare cum, yet,” Victoria threatened Samson as she crawled onto him. “Got it?”
“Yes,” Samson hissed as Victoria positioned herself over his five-inch fully erect cock.
“Mistress,” Victoria demanded as she let her body slide onto Samson’s shaft, “call me Mistress and obey.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Samson said as he rocked his hips against Victoria’s firm ass, “I will obey.”
Victoria was swirling her hips on Samson’s cock, but it just wasn’t the massive shaft that Carl’s was. Missing this Victoria said, “Carl, give me that vibrator.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Carl said reaching over and handing Victoria the small pink plastic bullet.
“Oh, and Krystine, when Carl shoots his load into you, you’ll have a very strong orgasm,” Victoria commanded.
Krystine tried to answer. It came out garbled. Most of that had to do with Carl’s dick being nine inches into her head.
The vibrator did its job and in under a minute Victoria was shouting, “CUM, EVERYBODY CUM!!!”
They did.
Minutes later after breathing was back to normal, and the shaking had stopped, the four people slowly got their wits back. When reality of the situation set in that’s when everything hit the fan.
“Oh, I’m so out of a job,” Victoria said finding her bikini.
“I have to talk to the president,” Samson said finding his own clothes.
“Two days, and I don’t know exactly when, but sometime in the morning is likely,” Carl stated.
Two days later it looked like nothing had happened. People were still going about their day. Almost no one knew that the impending doom of a pink blob was coming. At Avondale Coffee and Deli, Krystine was getting a drink. The day was cool, and bright, with the sun hitting everything with golden rays.
The president had been made aware of the impending pink blob. That’s when the president took every cabinet member, and his side of the party, and left Washington DC. So, not to cause a panic, no one else was told about the possible pink blob coming. Scientific research stations were set up in Neighborhood Park. That was the extent of the preparations for the physics defying field about to pop up.
“That looks good,” said a Jamaican voice next to Krystine.
Krystine looked up and saw the man. He was short, with a round head, dark brown skin and short black curly hair. He had on a cheap gray suit, and a wide toothy smile. Krystine liked him right away.
“It’s a lavender latte,” Krystine said adjusting her glasses.
“I’ll take one of those,” the man said to the person behind the counter. To Krystine the man said, “Hi, I’m Tafari.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake.
“Krystine,” she said taking his hand. “I take it you’ve never been here before?”
“To DC, yes,” Tafari said with a nod. “This area, no. I’m a private courier. I just dropped something off at the pediatric hospital next door. My next job is all the way in Paris, but I’ve got some time to kill. You?”
“Stenographer for the government,” Krystine said sipping her drink. “Have you ever been to Memphis?”
“Only once about six months ago,” Tafari said as the person on the other side of the counter took his credit card and handed him a drink. Tafari got his card back and walked Krystine out the door, holding it for her like a gentleman.
They just set foot on the concrete walkway in front of the coffee shop when Tafari stopped suddenly. He dropped his drink. It splattered all over the concrete as his arms wrapped around his middle.
“No, not now, not here!” Tafari pleaded.
“Are you okay?” Krystine asked mildly concerned.
“No,” Tafari stated. “I made a deal with a reality warping demon, and now he’s going to come out and play in a big pink bubble. I’d beg you to run Krystine, but it’s already too late.”
“That’s fine,” Krystine said sipping her drink. “I can’t wait to become a big breasted, buff, sexy, seductress. Bring on your pink blob.”
A pink light erupted out of Tafari’s mouth, eyes, and ears. That’s when thirty square miles of Washington DC was consumed by the pink blob. It stayed that way until Tafari orgasmed inside a woman. That woman was Krystine.