Indisputable Visual Evidence

If my story did not extend beyond the realm of the believable, I would have no reason to write it. The following is just another day in the life of me, Magnus. I do not endorse this behavior. I am horrified by it, in fact. But, I will not let its implausibility prevent me from describing the plain, disturbing facts. Indeed, if these things were plausible there would be much less incentive to perpetuate them. These girls were only interested in the unfathomable...things no one could possibly believe. That is what gave them power. Yet, I somehow ask you to believe them nonetheless. Well, such is the nature of my battle.

Anyway, that night I sat down at my computer to check my email. There was a message from Jen that read "Gotcha." I opened it with the slight sense of fear that pervaded much of my contact with Jen. I was surprised to find no text, only an attachment.

I unzipped the attachment to find a movie clip. I couldn't help but speculate. I figured it would be an innocent strip tease or the like, in the lascivious spirit of Vanessa's photos. I decided to open it (after checking for viruses of course).

It started innocently enough. It resembled footage from a security camera...black and white with somewhat low resolution. It appeared to be a man sitting in a small room. It was so removed from my expectations that I didn't recognize it at first. But, the next few moments gave it away...

There was Chrissy handing someone some pills. Something was familiar. Yes, I had definitely seen that room before. Of course, it was the doctor's office, and that was me, only a few hours ago. I watched as Chrissy helped me fall back onto the bed, and then I was completely still. Chrissy left the room and after about 30 seconds she came back with Stacy, Monica, and Jen. They turned and waved at the camera as my motionless body rested next to them.

I recalled the discussion with Jen and felt fear creep up my spine.

Chrissy and Monica approached each other and kissed, touching each other's breasts as Jen and Stacy walked over to me and placed a pillow under my head.

Before long Chrissy and Monica had stripped each other down to their thong underwear and Jen had removed my flaccid penis from my pants and taken it in her mouth. After only a few seconds I was somewhat erect and she traded off between stroking me giving me oral sex. When I had a complete erection, she and Monica removed their clothes while Chrissy and Monica cheerfully took hold of the ends of my pant legs and tugged them off. I am not a lawyer, but I suspect this fell quite a bit short of "consensual" sex.

I felt less violated than fascinated. After all, this was completely beyond the realm of anything I could have possibly imagined. This sort of conspiracy was twisted beyond the contrivances of even Vanessa's wicked mind. I had so many questions...what drugs had I been given? What possessed them to do this? I was confused, but could not take my eyes off the screen...

I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt when Jen climbed on top of me, placing her knees on either side of my head. She leaned forward and took me into her mouth slowly and completely while Chrissy cradled my scrotum. Monica's lips were now on Stacy's nipple. Jen's head bobbed on my phallus with greater intensity, and then severely. It appeared to be working. Jen's crotch pressed against my face, and her right hand was fixed between her legs.

Monica and Stacy approached me on either side and also took turns performing fellatio.

I need not describe the whole scene, which lasted about twenty minutes. Suffice it to say, the experiment demonstrated the distinct feasibility of the Biblical tale. There was little room for question, as the web cam was removed, offering many clear perspectives of the event's increasingly sinister progression and eruptive Finale. In football, this would be considered indisputable visual evidence, as proof escaped from Stacy and fell onto Monica's belly.

I became somewhat uncomfortable, but primarily fascinated. It instantly raised so many questions. Could this technique be used to conceive a pregnancy? If so, what man could be held responsible? There was really an interesting societal discussion to be had here...I doubted I would have the chance to indulge...

Afterward they casually dressed themselves, smiled, waved, and left. Then Chrissy cleaned and dressed me, woke me up, and led me out of the room.

I didn't quite know what to think about this. I did not feel as violated as flattered? I did not feel the least bit guilty. I had not "given in" to them.

Why did they do it? Maybe they thought that once they could prove that I wasn't chaste, I had nothing to protect. I don't know, maybe they thought my abstinence was a front...an image I used to get attention from women. In other words...now that they had the video, I would no longer be seen as a prime piece of innocent meat worthy of tempting, but just an average guy...a slave to sex like all the other dudes. After all, they now had proof!

Now, I figured (and discovered for sure later) that they expected me to unleash the years of bottled up frustration in a frenzy of ravenous sex...a savage bender of poundage. Now that I'd been broken I was going to take it for all it was worth. Ha. This was incomprehensible - as if chastity is simply another tool to manufacture an image rather than evidence of my principles. I had to explain all of this in my blog at the time. Who knows if anyone believed me.

Anyway, I relaxed, knowing that they had been silly and ineffective. It is impossible to tempt a man who is unconscious. It is only possible to truly seduce the man who is fully conscious. To seduce a man of sound mind and body is the height of wickedness, not drugged in a doctor's office. It reminded me to check out Vanessa's blog.