Zaïna, a Tunisian college student in Paris, is unsuspectingly reduced to a cum receptacle by her boss

Disclaimer: this text was indeed written for AGS (Absolute Gullibility Syndrome) stories, but the author decided that the story would be better constructed and more interesting if this disease we all love didn't make its appearance immediately in the story, but took some time before manifesting itself. That's why there's no AGS in this first chapter, and later it turns out that in this version of the AGS universe, the disease doesn't appear all at once, but takes some time to settle in (which will give time for poor Zaïna's sexual exploitation to gradually take hold, unbeknownst to her). Before Zaïna is introduced, this chapter is meant to introduce the main character : Bernard.

Bernard has been a dentist for several decades. He's in his late fifties. But what sets him apart from most of his colleagues is his perversity. He remembers with nostalgia his years in medical school, when he met Serge: the only man to match him in the realm of the most twisted practices and fantasies. Despite his age, Bernard still gets a hard-on like a bull when he thinks of the adventures he had with Serge. The duo knew no bounds: the sexual harassment of a certain girls in their grade whom they specifically targeted for their mental fragility (one of them wanted to end it all and ended up in the morgue, a few floors below where she'd previously had classes), student parties where they always had a little something to slip into some carefree student's drink, the **** of a lesbian who didn't want her homophobic parents to stop paying for her studies and who therefore had a series of crash courses in fellatio, little nocturnal visits to the morgue...

But when Bernard specialized in dentistry, they began to see less of each other. Then they graduated, moved away, and lost touch. Despite a few visits to either overpriced or underpriced prostitutes, who allowed themselves to be treated like half the sex object Bernard would have liked them to be, Bernard's sexuality gradually lost intensity and experimentation. By the time Bernard had his own practice in a very conservative and upper class district of Paris, his daily routine was already very quiet. The years went by and only became quieter. Too quiet for his taste.

One day, Bernard, bored with the pornography he'd become accustomed to watching, found a video that would become an obsession. It was filmed by a Polish man who was unwittingly feeding sperm-soaked food toanaware young women among his colleagues. For example, we see him serving a young woman at a job interview an orange juice cut with sperm. But also, he injects his sperm with a syringe into candies and doughnuts that he gives to his female coworkers. He also ejaculates on pastries for their unsuspecting mouths. The editing of this video incorporated text that sometimes named the women, and sometimes insulted them as sluts, cumwhores and so on.

Bernard started watching the video over and over again. It was so exciting to see these young women, who weren't porn actresses by any means, but normal, random, everyday women, being defiled in this way, without their consent and without them even knowing it. Before long, Bernard's sick brain began to fantasize at 100 miles/h: he began to imagine what it would be like to do the same with piss, or to do it with non-human sperm, or to do it with larger quantities. Always more, more often, more perversely. Semen, and other bodily fluids, in or on the body of a woman who doesn't suspect she's being molested in this way: this had become the obsession of Bernard's midlife crisis. For others, it's kayaking or bird-watching. For Bernard, it was this.

Bernard regretted not having a female receptionist he could treat like this, but the receptionist who worked in his office was a man, and he would have hired a woman instead if he wasn't on a permanent contract. But then Bernard had an idea that would finally change his daily routine, and put excitement back at the center of his life. Sure, he doesn't have any female colleagues, but he does have a LOT of female clients. And his customers are literally there, in front of him, mouths wide open like cumsluts, trusting him blindly. He absolutely had to take advantage of them. All he had to do was fill a syringe with his reeking old pervert's semen, and let it drip gently into his victim's mouth, making him believe it was only an anesthetic.

But Bernard was cautious. He looked on the Internet to see if another dentist had had the same idea and been caught, and found an article about a colleague who had been fired and convicted for doing exactly that. One of his customers recognized the taste (what a skank)... Bernard didn't want to give up on the perverse project, however. So he came up with the idea of limiting himself to a small number of clients, and targeting those who seemed the most naive. And just as well, because he had a taste for college students...

His first victim, Marie-Jeanne, was 18, and a law student in Paris. She was very pretty, with light brown hair, green eyes twinkling behind her glasses, and adorable freckles on her nose and cheeks. Thin, pink lips. And a snub nose. He'd been her family's dentist since before she was born, used to play golf with her father, and was therefore well aware of Marie-Jeanne's fundamentalist Catholic upbringing. She probably didn't know about sexual things, and if she happened to know about the taste of sperm, she was unlikely to report it for fear of the shame of having to explain it to her parents. But Bernard strongly doubted that Marie-Jeanne had been denounced. He'd chatted with her at previous consultations, and had been struck by her candor. She explained to him the meaning of the ring she wears on her finger: a ring of purity, which she wears to indicate her virginity and which she will remove on her wedding day.

Marie-Jeanne was indeed the perfect guinea pig for Bernard, and it excited him to no end to think of his spunk staining this ingenue's mouth with its gooey balls' aromas. But another reason why Marie-Jeanne was a perfect candidate was that she wore braces. Nothing was more of a ressource for masturbatory material in the eyes of Bernard than a cute braceface. On the one hand, on a pragmatic level, this meant she'd be back regularly in his office, on the other hand, and on a purely kinky level, Bernard had always been a metalmouth fetishist (it just so happened that the lesbian he'd blackmailed with Serge had braces). There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a young metal mouth wide open, ready for loads of cum. It was one of the reasons Bernard wanted to specialize in dentistry.

On the day Marie-Jeanne had her consultation at Bernard's, he had great difficulty concentrating, to the point where, through clumsiness, he caused his patients more pain than usual. As he waited for the college student to come into his office, barely able to think of anything else, every morning and evening he had ejaculated into a bowl that he kept there on his bedside table. Bernard could sense that the smell and appearance of his semen was deteriorating with time. But he kept the bowl by his bedside because the absolutely repulsive appearance of the substance, which came from his own body, made him all the more eager to use it on a poor innocent student. After 7 days, the liquid was yellowish, with hints of orange and brown bits, with a few lumps, and gave off a pestilential odor. It was a putrefied concentrate of perverted masculinity, which, in Bernard's sadistic mind, contrasted so perfectly with the innocence and delicate femininity of the very sweet and candid Marie-Jeanne. It excited him so much that he never failed to empty his balls into the bowl when he had the chance.

On the day, Bernard drew the contents of the bowl into the largest syringe he could find. This syringe was in his bodywarm pocket. Regularly, he reached into his pocket to check that the syringe was still there. Then came the moment when Marie-Jeanne entered the waiting room. Bernard had made sure he had no customers before her, so he could discreetly spy on while her jerking off, as she read the latest issue of Frontières magazine. When his hand was well moisturized by his jacking-off, he stopped the activity, tried to hide his erection in his pants, and walked into the waiting room, smiling broadly, to greet Marie-Jeanne and ask about her father. Marie-Jeanne replied that he was fine, and was about to kiss her dentist/friend of the family on the cheek, as is the custom in France. But he pushed her away, claiming to have a slight cold, and reached out to shake her hand. Marie-Jeanne took the hand and was surprised by its warm wetness, but thought nothing of it (what a dumb slut).

Then they headed for the examination room.

When the fateful moment came and pretty Marie-Jeanne was in position, with her mouth wide open like the slut Bernard would like to reduce her to, showing off her beautiful teeth covered with her metal braces, Bernard knew what he had to do. Marie-Jeanne had always complained about the pain her braces caused her when Bernard examined her. He told her that to make it hurt less, he'd bought a new anesthetic, but it tasted terrible. She replied that it didn't matter, and thanked him for thinking of her pain. Hearing his victim thank him for what he was about to do to her made Bernard's erection twitch, and he could hardly wait to pour the foul, rotting juices from his balls into the girl's wide-open mouth. But Bernard had one last thing to ask poor Marie-Jeanne before he soiled her mouth forever. Stammering, he asked her to gargle with the “medicine”.

Marie-Jeanne nodded, and opened her mouth again.

Bernard's heart skipped a beat as his vile venom escaped from the big syringe and landed delicately on Marie-Jeanne's little pink tongue. In that first big drop of rotten cum were already the filthy lumps that had formed over the week, and there were Bernard's pubic hairs too. Bernard now realized that he really was feeding this poor, gullible student with a waste product of his own body: his fantasy was coming true, and it wouldn't be the last time. But it was when he saw that Marie-Jeanne's beleaguered taste buds' information had finally reached her little brain, carrying with it a declaration of war, that Bernard almost jizzed into his pants, for in Marie-Jeanne's eyes one could read such surprise, such disgust, that it far exceeded his wildest ewpectations. Bernard had an indescribable sadistic pleasure in seeing Marie-Jeanne suffer like this, and he wanted more... so he pressed down on the syringe and let out a big stream of his semen so that the drop became a torrent, and her whole tongue was covered with this rotten semen, taking with it its share of lumps and pubic hair.

Bernard revelled in the sight of Marie-Jeanne, striving to hide her grimaces of disgust for politeness's sake, and unable to conceal the fact that she was **** and assailed by horrible nausea and a terrible urge to vomit. But there was still half the cum in his syringe, so Bernard set about covering her teeth with it, so that the lumps and hairs would get stuck in the nooks and crannies of her braces. And he succeeded.

Then Bernard, who had finally emptied all the contents of his syringe, could contemplate his work. Marie-Jeanne, her mouth filled with his viscous semen, lumps and hairs floating to the surface, making her greatest efforts not to vomit, while a small teardrop trickled from her red eye and left a translucent trail over the freckles of her soft pink cheek.

Bernard took so long to contemplate Marie-Jeanne's degradation that he didn't realize she was looking at him without understanding why he was standing there doing nothing. Then Bernard snapped out of his stupor to carry out the next part of his plan:

He said: "Go ahead, mademoiselle, remember what I told you. Gargle. Make bubbles."

This Marie-Jeanne did with great difficulty.

Then Bernard said: “Now, mademoiselle, swallow half of the product”.

Bernard revelled in the horrified surprise he saw in Marie-Jeanne's eyes, as she thought she was going to be allowed to spit. Not only was she going to swallow (it wasn't enough to defile her mouth, he had to defile her throat and stomach too), but she was going to have to do it in two gulps.

Marie-Jeanne almost thought that first gulp was going to be fatal, so foul was it. What's more, there was so much that she couldn't close her mouth without overflowing, and semen had dripped down her cheek and into her ear. Miraculously, she managed to keep from vomiting. Then she looked Bernard in the eyes for further instructions.

“Now, swirl the medicine around in your mouth a dozen times to make sure it soaks in, it must impregrate."

Marie-Jeanne proceeded to do this, closing her eyes: so she didn't see the sadistic grin of her family dentist. When she opened them again, it was to implicitly ask Bernard if she could spit out that mouthful at least. But Bernard was about to disappoint her.

“Now swallow it all."

Lamblike, Marie-Jeanne obeyed. Bernard continued to check her braces for lumps and hairs.

At the end of the session, Marie-Jeanne, who still had a foul taste in her mouth. asked Bernard for a glass of water to rinse her mouth. She was visibly nauseous as she asked him this. But Bernard was about to disappoint her again. He told her that she mustn't rinse out the medicine until tomorrow (and that she could drink nothing until tomorrow), for it to take effect. Again, Marie-Jeanne resigned herself. She let out a sigh. Bernard could smell the fetid stench of putrid juices from his big balls in this beautiful idiot's breath, which ended up making him bust in his underpants. As he struggled to conceal his confusion, Marie-Jeanne thought he was feeling ill, and approached him. It was then that Bernard could see the disgusting traces of his passage on her teeth, which perfected his orgasm.

As soon Marie-Jeanne had left, Bernard was able to assess the results of the experience. He concluded that it was too risky to continue with the bowl technique (it might also scare off the clients), and that in future he would instead use fresh sperm, in smaller quantities, taken the same day. As for Marie-Jeanne, he'd be able to tell her he'd found a better anesthetic (he hoped she'd thank him again). For the other student customers he wanted to try this on, he'd be able to start more gently than with Marie-Jeanne.

But there was a problem. Bernard dreamed of doing this to an Arab woman. He didn't have any young Arab women among his clients: the area around his practice was too white for that. But Bernard remembered the stories of his perverse uncle who'd been in Algeria and told him about all the perversions he'd done to local women. This had given him a taste for Arab women. He'd like to do what Marie-Jeanne had been subjected to, ideally to a student beurette, preferably with braces. But how was he going to do that if none of his customers were available?

Then he remembered he needed a new cleaning lady... BINGO!

Little did he know that this would turn out to be the luckiest idea he'd ever had in his life, as he was about to meet a student with AGS, who would gradually, unbeknownst to him at first, fulfill all his fantasies.