Tracy Intervenes

Dave grinned, savoring the inevitable ****. Alison Knox, the woman with the model perfect body who had scorned him, was now standing before him in a thin, black nightie, completely stripped of her moral conviction and compelled to submit by the Breeding Pass.

“Where?” Alison demanded, her voice raw with shame, her eyes wide as she read the laminated Breeding Pass.

Dave was momentarily distracted by his total victory, glancing toward the storeroom door behind the changing area, debating the location for the act. His triumph blinded him to the figure still seated nearby: Tracy.

Tracy watched the transfer of power, witnessing her friend's anguish over the mandated adultery. She despised Dave, having earlier called him a fucking pervert. Seeing her beautiful, high-strung friend **** to submit to this pervert was too much. Instead of fleeing, Tracy's hand shot deep into her small black purse. She found what she was looking for: the Breeding Pass she had yanked back from Dave earlier.

With lightning speed, Tracy rose to her feet and lunged forward, thrusting her own laminated Breeding Pass directly into Dave's chest, forcing the plastic card against his olive t-shirt.

“You fucking pervert!” Tracy hissed, her voice sharp with furious resolve, substituting the insult for his name. “She's off-limits! You're going to have to breed _me _instead!"

Dave’s triumphal smirk instantly dissolved into an expression of utter shock. It had never occurred to him that the Breeding Passes could be used in this way. Before he could react, the compulsion struck. The sight of Tracy--the blonde friend, the temptress, the scornful woman--now triggered the primal, fertile desire mandated by the Breeding Pass. Dave was now the receiver, rendered unable to deny the demand.

“You can’t--” Dave managed, but the words were hollow, already betraying the internal war raging as his desire to breed the beautiful married woman before him fought against overwhelming, compulsory lust for Tracy. His eyes locked onto her fierce, beautiful face.

Alison Knox, still bound by Dave’s original Breeding Pass, watched the horrifying reversal. She saw Dave’s Pass fall from his hand as he instinctively reached out for Tracy's Pass, the ultimate symbol of his defeat.

“You _have _to take it, pervert,” Tracy commanded, snatching her Breeding Pass back after confirming the compulsion had taken hold of Dave.

Dave stood rigid, his handsome face contorted. The power dynamic was utterly reversed. He was now compelled to fulfill Tracy's demand for a sexual act of intercourse.

Tracy smiled, a look of vindictive satisfaction replacing her panic. She had saved Alison from an inevitable, humiliating betrayal of her husband and claimed sweet **** on the man she hated, all in one move.

“Alison,” Tracy said, looking at her friend, “I believe this _pervert _was just about to find us a private location to complete his little transaction. Now, he’s going to do exactly what I tell him.”

Alison, still reeling but now liberated from the immediate threat of Dave's violation, snatched Dave’s abandoned Breeding Pass from the floor and quickly tucked it into the pocket of her nightie. She met Tracy’s gaze, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her frighteningly attractive features. Her horror had swiftly transitioned to a cold, ruthless resolve.

“Lead the way, pervert,” Alison said, her voice now dangerously controlled. She watched the now-compliant Dave with chilling calculation, using the insult she felt was most appropriate.