A Bibliography on NZT

My name is Jason, the year is 2032 and my dreams have finally been achieved. It used to be that I wanted to be an astronaut. As I got older I just wanted to get a job that would allow me to have a good retirement, and eventually, I just wanted to win the fucking lottery. I didn't see a way to make my life easier, or even enjoyable. Everything changed when I got my hands on the drug.

Now, I know you've probably seen that old movie, the one about the wonder drug. NZT-48. It's now a reality.

Someone, somewhere took that film as inspiration. I guess they wanted the same things I did... money, power, women. Same things men have been chasing for thousands of years. Long story short? A chemical neurologist spent over 15 years trying to make NZT a reality. He succeeded, then died. I may have had a hand in his death, but that doesn't really matter at this point, now does it?

Let's go back a few years. I was just turning 30 years old. I was out of work, in a bad relationship and getting ready to go back to college because I had no idea what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I hated my life, everything about it. I even contemplated suicide, just to stop worrying about taxes, health, and survival. I met a guy at school by the name of... let's say Tim, who sold drugs. He was into some big stuff, and it showed by his possessions. We eventually became friends and after about a year of us hanging out, he offered to get me in on the gig. Honestly, it wasn't easy. I had no customer base, I was constantly afraid of getting pulled over or even seeing cops at the gas station. I avoided K9 vehicles like the plague. It was incredibly nerve-racking.

Six months into our little endeavor, Tim tells me his supplier knew of something never seen before. Something untraceable and extremely profitable. He asks me to come along to check it out, and I despairingly agreed. I made sure to stop at my place to pick up my conceal-carry pistol... you can never be too sure, you know? We meet at an unnamed warehouse on the East side, looks like something you would expect a paper company to be using for distribution. Inside was right out of a sci-fi movie; microscopes, computers, shakers/incubators, reagent dispensers, thermal cyclers, centrifuges, vacuum concentrators and freeze dry systems galore. It was absolutely pristine and all operated by just one man, a near completely automated drug processing lab.

Tim introduces me to... let's call him Mr. White. It's corny as hell but that lab coat was all I ever saw him in, so it's fitting. White explains to me that the drug is experimental, but it's potential is beyond comparison. He also explains that he has nobody to test it on... too many mouths to leak secrets, so he doesn't keep close friends. Now, White can't risk it himself because if something were to go wrong, all work and possible cures would be out of reach. Tim NEVER tests the merchandise, he refuses to live life without a clear head... best for business, he said. I can't say I disagreed with him, but I felt like I had much less to live for at that time. Lucky me.

We negotiate and agreed that if I took the drug and it was a success, we would split the profits pretty fairly. 50% for White, 30% for Tim, and 20% for me... doesn't sound fair, but given the circumstances and overall investment, I was happy with it. White provided the pill, Tim sat back and watched, I looked it over carefully. It was an odd shape, looked like a drop of melted chocolate dripped onto a surface and cooled. It was clear, but slightly milky... what did I really have to lose? I opened my mouth, popped it in and swallowed.

It was incredible. The movie couldn't do it justice, I don't think any film ever could. It didn't do anything at first, but after about 15 minutes it was like someone slowly pulling a blanket off my head.

If you're not a morning person, and you've ever smoked that morning cigarette or had that first cup of coffee then you kind of know the feeling. Even my best days, the days where I was absolutely on point at every moment was nothing like the awareness and clarity I was feeling. I simply closed my eyes and allowed my mind to collect itself, remembering every forgotten detail, every past thought, every lost idea or passing whim. It felt like I had my mind racing for hours, like it was a full day's work invested in just letting my mind run free. I opened my eyes and looked at the atomic clock on the wall... it had been less than a minute. Forty-eight seconds to be exact. I scanned the room, I absorbed every facet of detail, the machines, and their uses... I could even read White's lab notes from across the room. He had such small, feminine handwriting, I nearly laughed out loud when I realized what was going on. White lied to us, he told us it was a hallucinogen.

"Just wait, it will kick in soon." White said.

Tim smirked, glanced at me and then back to his phone.

I could see such detail, and process all the information at an incredible speed. Tim was carrying his little .38 revolver on his ankle, White had a pistol tucked in his coat pocket. Both were just barely printing, showing the profile of their concealed weapons under their clothes. Tim was completely ignorant of the actual situation, White was starting to sweat. I could see White's heartrate increasing from the carotid artery in his neck. The skin was bouncing rather quickly, 153bpm as a quick estimate. I was intrigued, looking White directly in the eyes I waited for him to start his questions. He stared nervously, eyes glancing over my body, my face, attempting to read my body language, trying to find answers without saying a word. I knew that I had to mislead him, make him think it was a failure, but I chose to go another route. I wanted some information first.

In one fast movement, I drew my 9mm and fired a single shot at Tim's head. He dropped and I was three feet closer to White with my gun aimed at his face before he could even react to the shot. In that moment, I realized that I felt nothing about that action. No remorse or sadness, no guilt. I thought it was strange, maybe even a bad thing... and then a dawning thought came to me: this pill allows me to control my emotions completely. I could enhance or suppress them as I saw fit. In that singular moment, I could even purge the feeling entirely with no chance of it ever returning. Immediately, White raised his hands and started babbling to me about sparing his life. Walking towards him, he said that he would give me anything I wanted. He was instinctively going through the basic survival methods, biding his time until he could draw his own weapon and turn the odds to his favor. That is, until I reached in and drew his gun out of the coat pocket without taking my eyes, or my gun, off his.

I interrogated him for less than an hour. For most of my questions, he didn't even have to answer... I could easily read his facial expressions. Figuring out the yes or no answers was explicitly simple, so much so that it was infuriating to him. He knew from my choices and actions, from my questions and the way I worded them that his pill was a complete success. The fool should have known better, testing his miracle pill on a subject in the middle of his lab. All his research notes, computer files, equipment and even his own mental secrets were mine for the taking. And take I did.

You can probably figure out what happened afterwards. If not, then you need one of these pills. Now jumping ahead a couple of days... I managed to sell off all my valuable possessions for a paltry sum. Needless to say, I didn't have much... even with my newly acquired bargaining skills there is only so much water you can squeeze out of a stone. You're probably too young to know where that line came from aren't you? Anyways, I took my $1,679.34 to the casino. I've only been there a few times and yet I knew every machine, every table, the floor plans to the entire building, what all my odds were and where I could score the most money. On the hour and a half drive there, I solved all of my life's problems in my head. I knew exactly what I needed to do, the perfect way to do it all. I had made plans for the rest of my life in less than two hours... more progress than I had made in the last 30 years combined. It was, once again, absolutely incredible.

Pulling into the parking lot and straight to the front door, I left the car running and unlocked. I would never need it again. I went straight to the poker tables and sat down. There weren't many people playing, it was only Wednesday after all, but I knew that by the end of the weekend I would be able to buy nearly anything I wanted. I had to go to another state just to get to a casino, and the state line was littered with them for over a hundred miles. Money would be falling from the skies for me soon.

Three men and a single woman were at the most expensive Texas Hold'em table, all of them with thousands of dollars in chips before them. I knew I had a disadvantage with so little cash, but thanks to the NZT it soon became apparent that I was in prime position... I went hunting. I watched for three hands and counted the cards, ran the numbers, made sure I was ensured a victory. I watched the others' faces, hands, and movements. I found all their tells, their weaknesses, and learned their character. I knew who to strike and in what order... "Wolfe" was first. A cocky young man, couldn't be any older than 23. He wore his hair slightly disheveled at about 4 inches, a jean jacket, and expensive sunglasses. I couldn't help but smirk, wolves are usually hunters... today he would be the prey.

Pair of four's. Wolfe immediately raised. He's been doing that every hand, he's trying to bluff people into believing that he's just bluffing all the time. I called, along with two others. The dealer laid the Flop, a ten, a seven, and a four. I had three of a kind, Wolfe showed no signs of excitement. He raised anyways, I called again. Both the remaining players followed suit. The Turn, Queen of Diamonds. Wolfe's ears twitched and his right eyebrow moved slightly. Not enough to reasonably believe that he was a threat. Nobody else had a reaction that would give me an inkling that they had anything either. The River, a two. Wolfe checked, he was looking for someone to bite while reading what they had. I went all in. All three players called my raise, all three believing that I was bluffing. Probably because I was still smirking.

They all revealed their cards, Wolfe had a pair of Queens, Red (the woman) had a pair of Jacks, and Hugh (looked like a redneck Wolverine) had two pair, fours and tens. Wolfe was smiling and waiting for me, I slowly revealed my hand. I had to fight the urge to laugh as his smile slowly faded away. In one hand I had quadrupled my money. I had jumped into the game in a single move and now they saw me as a threat. Not that it really changed anything. The rest of the night was fairly uneventful in terms of thrill, I took them all down one by one, and had over $38,000 by the time I quit. Wolfe was so eager to beat me that he even bet his brand new Mustang to get his money back. We never made it that far, I knew I wouldn't use it, and I had reason to believe that he wouldn't give it up without a fight if he lost. I called it a night and checked into the casino's hotel. After showering and popping another pill, it seemed pretty obvious that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. Looks like it was time to relax and enjoy myself in a way that I hadn't done in years. It was time to visit a strip club.

Her name was Raven... a short, perky and petite little brunette that knew how to move her hips and had a smile that was nearly begging you to let her suck anything on your body. I spent almost a thousand dollars in that club, more than half of that on her alone. She was... enticed, to say the least. I didn't really know if she was eager for more money or just looking to show a little appreciation, but I honestly didn't care. I stayed until she got off her shift at three in the morning, and we went back to my room laughing and groping each other the whole way. She wanted to shower before we did anything and I couldn't agree more. I wanted to do naughty things to her body without smelling other men all over her.

While she was cleaning herself up, I took the liberty of going through her phone. Why? Because I could, and because in that moment I was bored. Before NZT, I would have seen that as an invasion of privacy... now, it's just another way to gather information. And boy, am I glad I did. I found that she had been sending messages to one of her co-workers about the "rich guy" she was going to take home. I found out about what she wanted to do, and what she was hoping to get. Surprisingly, she wanted a way out. She wanted to be able to marry someone and not have to get naked to pay the bills. A shame, she was so good at dancing and manipulating her clientele too.

That's when I had an idea. I can't believe that it didn't strike me sooner. Of all the things this pill had given me or taken away, the one thing that hadn't really changed was my sense of perversion. I still wanted to fuck, a lot. I still wanted to fuck any woman I wanted, at any time I wanted, in any place I wanted. I needed to make a form of NZT that would heighten sexual needs and urges, strip away inhibitions and make women beg to fuck. I needed to make a pill that would make women my slaves... better yet, not a pill, an aerosol. Or maybe a cologne... Hell, Love Potion #9 would be preferable to a pill form. Maybe an electronic device that stimulated the parts of the brain that controlled arousal. Implants, injections, hypnosis, there were so many possibilities! I had to get to work... all my plans had changed in an instant, but first...

I tossed the phone back into her purse. Standing, I stripped off my clothes and went to the bathroom. Climbing into the shower behind her, I whispered in her ear, "how would you like to give up being a stripper?"

She froze, her hands went to the walls, seemingly to steady herself.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"I'll make you a deal, I will pay your rent, utilities, clothing, and food expenses for the rest of your life... if you do what I ask."

With an eyebrow raised, she turned to face me. "Such as?"

"You become my personal sex slave, doing whatever I want, whenever I want, without argument... and I will make sure that you live happily ever after. You don't have to marry me or even be in a relationship with me. You will be free to date whomever you like."

I paused, she seemed to be getting confused, almost deterred.

"I'll even buy you a car."

She stared, weighing her options, considering if I was even serious.

I continued, "I'm going to go back out to the bedroom. If your answer is no, get dressed and leave, I won't object. If your answer is yes, you will come to the bedroom without saying a word, drop to your knees in front of me, place your hands behind your back and keep them there. You will give me a slow and passionate blowjob. You will suck my cock as if it was the most important thing in your life, making love to it using only your mouth."

I turned and left the shower. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I started to get hard. The thought of having complete control over another person, over a beautiful woman no less, was captivating. I knew I was going to enjoy this, I knew I was going to finally be satisfied.

She stepped through the bathroom door in silence. Opening her mouth as if to say something, she stopped. She hesitated. Then she walked towards me without saying a word. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out two items, a hair tie and a pair of handcuffs. Putting her hair into a ponytail, followed by cuffing her own hands behind her back, she dropped to her knees and immediately started gently kissing the side of my cock. Slowly kissing one side, followed by the other. From the tip to the base and back up, then sliding her tongue where she just kissed. I watched in near awe as she lurched her body upwards slightly, lifting herself on her knees and bringing my cock just barely into her mouth. So very slowly, she descended back down. It was clear that she was taking my offer seriously.

As her head slowly bobbed, changing rhythm and speed, I started to speak,

"I will call you names."

Her tongue slides out to the underside of my cock while she goes deeper.

"I will talk dirty to you."

She comes back up so only the head remains in her mouth.

"I will degrade you and, at times, treat you like a whore."

I felt a vibration on my cock, did she just moan?

"Other times make slow passionate love to you as if you were my queen."

She goes down hard, almost animalistic, taking me as deep as she can handle in this position.

"I said, 'without saying a word,' moaning is not speaking. You can enjoy this if you'd like."

Immediately she moans. It was clear it wasn't faked, she was truly enjoying being used by choice. I started to wonder if she had a rape fantasy... maybe a Daddy complex. I would have to be sure to find out. Is that her pussy juices I smell in the air?

"Mmmrph... Mmmmmmmm... HMMMmmmm."

"That's my good girl." I grab her hair and pull her head up to look at me. "Do you enjoy what's happening right now?"

"Yes."

I give her a light slap on the cheek, "I said no talking. If you believe you must speak, then you will address me as Daddy or Master, do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy, can I please continue now?"

So she does have a daddy complex... I'm going to enjoy this one. Why didn't I ever try this kind of thing before NZT? That's right, I was broke.

"Not yet my good little girl, we're going to do something different for now. Get on the bed, on all fours and face the TV."

I reached behind her and unlatched the cuffs. Cheap generic ones with a latch? I would have to get the real ones that only unlock with a key. She climbed up like a cat in slow motion. Either she was truly enjoying this, or she was doing everything she could to make sure that I had reason to honor our deal. She did as she was told, with her hands at the foot of the bed. I climbed up behind her, propped my head on a pillow and laid back. I swung my legs outside of hers, pushed my cock straight towards the ceiling and spoke, "Now lean back and slide onto it."

She did as she was told. Slowly rubbing her neatly shaven pussy onto me, it was so wet. I had forgotten what young pussy felt like. Silky smooth, wet, warm, and so enticing. She let out a soft, yet long moan as she pushed down onto it, the head popping into her. It was so... incredibly... tight.

There was no need to rock up and down, no need to spread the juices. She was dripping wet so badly that she was able to go all the way onto my cock without any resistance. She let out a small moan that sounded almost painful. The pleasure on my end was excruciating bliss.

"Now then, my little princess, you will fuck me slowly until I cum or I tell you to do otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy, I want to fuck you slowly, I want to make you beg to cum in me."

"You will be the one begging... now begin."

She wasted no time in using her skills to move her hips in just the right ways. She didn't grind front to back, she rolled her hips up and down. She was twerking slowly on me and she kept swinging her head to the side to look at me seductively. God, I love the way her hair whips around when she does that.

She would get up on just her knees and bounce up and down while playing with her hair. Moaning loudly, she was letting me know that this wasn't just work for her, but actual pleasure. I sat up to play with her breasts, grab her by the throat and choke her lightly while pulling her down onto me as hard and as long as I could handle. She relished in it. She truly enjoyed being used. I have to admit, I was long since out of practice. She could have made me cum four or five times before I stopped her. She knew it too. But just like a good sex toy, she waited until I really wanted it... and before too long, I did.