”I can barely contain myself. “Y-Yes Madame. I’m very excited. I feel...crazy..”She chuckles and cocks her head at me adoringly. I do feel cra...y. I feel her attention hitting me like pins and needles. She is consumed in me right now, I truly make her happy but I feel like I’m losing control of myself. I feel like I’m on auto-pilot. No, not auto-pilot, more like a force outside of me is leading me along. This is what I want. This is what I’ve wanted for so long.“Are you ready for this my Pet. " On the face of it, you probably don't need testing at all, but we'll make certain, shall we?" she told him. He went back to the waiting room and then a doctor called him into the examination room. A blood test was taken, then a fine swab during a quick genital exam.It was with a sigh of relief that Stan left the building. No matter that it had been professionally and sympathetically done, he'd felt embarrassed the whole time he was there, and afraid and absolutely certain that someone he knew. He vanished from my pussy. He didn't pull out. He just wasn't in me anymore.“No!” I cried out, sitting up. “Don't go.” Tears ran hot down my face. “Come back!”Ms. Cheshire hugged me, my face burying between her naked breasts, the medallion she wore was warm on my cheek. She rocked me. “It's all right. This was just the first step for the Cult.”I sniffed. “The Cult?”“We're the Cult of the Ghost now,” she smiled. “We're all sealed to him. We're not under any Warlock's control any longer.”“They're. It was quite a contrast to the mobile survivor band that he had joined recently with Mike and Diane at the head.In many respects, the mobile survivor band was just like his band of constantly moving strike force of Looters turned survivors staying well ahead of the sweep teams of Military "cleansing" units that were acting under orders from governmental central command that was looking at the supposed big picture and not at the necessities of day-to-day survival.The scouts operating on his back.