Chapter 1

Anita Carlton was sitting on her living room couch relaxing after a long, hard day of work. Her job was very important to her; she was the Vice-President of the Springfield chapter of the man-hating group, The Feminist Rights Are Going To Dominate. She had joined the group on Diane's third birthday, and it had been growing at a steady rate now for over twenty three years. FRIGID, as their enemies had called them, was made up of mostly militant lesbians and abandoned mothers, like Anita. They were an ultra feminist group calling themselves "wyminists", who didn't like the term feminist, female or women because it had the name "men" or "male" in the title.

Anita joined FRIGID because when she was 18 years old, she had married her high school sweetheart, Rodger Denton, after he got her pregnant the night of the senior prom. Her parents forced Rodger to marry her when her pregnancy started to show and, being good Catholics, refused to get an abortion. The next two years were miserable for both of them because, although Anita liked the sex the night of the prom, Rodger never touched her again after he found out he was going to be a father. Also since he HAD to marry her, he lost the opportunity to go to college since his parents weren't going to pay for his tuition since, in their opinion he had been seduced by that little slut and he deserved everything he got.

Within a month after little Diane turned two years old, Rodger decided he'd had enough of this shit, and left his wife and daughter to fend for themselves. Anita and Diane hadn't heard from him since.

Anita worked hard for the next twenty three years to provide for her daughter and herself, putting herself thru college, getting a job and raising Diane the best that she could.

However, the pain that she felt from getting pregnant, forcibly married and abandoned by her worthless ex-husband, created deep scars in her psyche that turned her away from sex and men for two and a half decades. She couldn't trust or even be around men anymore without dredging up the hatred she felt for Rodger. In time, any and all types of sexual activity became repugnant to her.

When Anita caught her 14 year old daughter masturbating, she totally lost control and nearly beat Diane to within an inch of her life.

Anita apologized to Diane for beating her but, within a month, Diane found herself on the doorstep of the strictest convent and girls' school in the country, Our Lady Of Perpetual Punishment. Diane spent the next four years in that hell hole, a place that she would never forget.

Springtime had just returned to Springfield when Anita heard a knock at the door. When she answered it, she was surprised when she found her 26 year old daughter Diane on the porch, dressed extremely conservatively in a grey, woolen, ankle length skirt, a matching long sleeved jacket, white cotton blouse and her hair in a bun on top of her head. Although Anita approved of Diane's wardrobe, she was surprised at her sudden and unexpected visit. Diane also had with her several large suitcases and three large trunks.

"Hello Diane, this is a surprise, and with so many bags too. Did you get fired from your housekeeping job?"

"No, Mother, I didn't. I just had some vacation time saved up and thought I thought that I would come to visit with you for awhile, if that's alright with you of course?"

"Don't be silly, I'm pleased that you would come home to visit your old mother. You can stay as long as you like and your room is just as you left it." Anita stated. "I'm glad to see that you're dressed properly, as befitting a woman in life."

"I wouldn't dress up in any other way for you mother." Diane said, smirking in such a way so that her mother couldn't see her.

Anita helped Diane carry all of her luggage to her room. After it was all brought in, Anita just had to ask her daughter the question that had been burning in the back of her mind since her daughter had stepped through her threshold.

"Diane, why did you pack so many bags to come home for just a short visit? If you didn't lose your job back in Forestt Hills, I can't imagine why you would need so much luggage."

"Well, to tell the truth mother, only about 1/4 of all of this stuff is clothing. The rest are all gifts that I have brought for you and, I thought that since I came out all of this way, I would also revisit my old school. I haven't been back there since I graduated about 8 years ago."

"I think that's a wonderful idea, dear, however, I had always hoped that you would one day return to your old convent to take up vows and become a nun yourself someday." Anita said sadly.

"No mother, I don't think that I could ever pursue that kind of life on a daily basis," Diane said with a hidden smirk. "But who knows what could happen, maybe I could change their lives instead."

"I seriously doubt that Diane. How could you possibly change their lives?"

"You never know mother, you never know." She said mysteriously.

"Well, I'll leave you to unpack and settle in. Dinner is at 7 PM, don't be late."

"I won't mother." Diane replied.

After Anita left the room Diane started unpacking her bags. She had chosen each item she packed very carefully before coming home but she knew her mother would be shocked to see exactly what Diane had brought with her from her new home in Sherwood.

Diane opened up her first suitcase, inside was another two plain suits, almost identical to the one she presently was wearing. She needed these drab outfits for camouflage for what she was planning, however she hated the things. Since the events of last summer in the gated community of Forestt Hills, in the town of Sherwood, the place she now considered home, Diane usually wore much more ... revealing clothing than the Victorian-era schoolmarm get-up she currently wore.

Next, Diane opened up a few more suitcases. These were the clothes she now normally wore on a day-to-day basis, if she wore that. These consisted of micro-mini skirts, tight see-thru blouses, wispy lacey bras, panties and thongs in a large assortment of colors.

Next came boots, from thigh high to ankle length in leather, PVC, vinyl, latex and suede. Stiletto high heels, platform sandals and every other sexy type that you could imagine.

In another large bag came some things that Anita would have had a heart attack if she ever saw, right now that is, in this bag she brought her favorite toys. Dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, double-headed dildos, lube, oils, whips, paddles, handcuffs and other kinky items as well

The biggest luggage that she had were three large trunks, the biggest that she could find, inside each of these trunks were four cylinders, sort of like SCUBA diving tanks but about twice the size. These tanks were currently her prized possessions, because inside each of these twelve tanks was a very special gas.

Last summer, all over Sherwood, an earthquake opened up fissures in the ground. Out of these rifts came a gas, the very same gas that now is stored in the tanks Diane packed. This gas changed the citizens of Sherwood and made them open to any and all sexual encounters. The first day she was exposed to it, Diane fucked the entire family she worked for, the next day, she began fucking her neighbors, after that she fucked and was fucked by anyone who would want her, male or female, orgies, light bondage, public fucking, and other acts to numerous to mention. In the first month after exposure to the gas, she had more sex, with more partners, in more positions, than anyone has ever had in their lifetime.

And that was just the beginning.

This "vacation" that Diane had started was all part of a plan that her employers, and often lovers, Mike Jenson and his family, had concocted and thought out. Each of them had planned in every detail what to do and at what times to do them.

Sheryl Jenson, Mike's wife, had suggested the woolen suits as Diane's camouflage to get into the places Diane needed to get into, her mother's home, the FRIGID headquarters, and later, Diane's old Catholic school. The suits, while extremely uncomfortable to wear to a woman who now often wore next to nothing at any given time, would fit in perfectly into these sexually repressed environments.

Mike Jenson, who was an extremely rich and powerful mine owner in Sherwood, was also a brilliant engineer, he designed the tanks needed to hold the "sex gas" as well as special valves for them to release the gas in precise increments, either an extremely slow rate or incredibly fast. Depending on how Diane needed them. He also designed them to be bulky, but very light weight so that anyone who might have lifted them would think that they were clothing or something else of light weight.

He also loaned Diane his own private plane, pilots and a couple of very attractive stewardesses that Diane could party with when she wasn't busy elsewhere. The plane was to avoid airport security who might question Diane bringing her tanks and toys with her on a commercial flight. The four person crew had already been affected by the gas and would willingly help Diane on her missions. As well as provide her and the other members of the crew some much needed "stress relief."

Diane arrived at her mother's home very, VERY, relaxed indeed. She could still taste the stewardesses pussy juice on her lips and the two pilots' cum warmed her stomach and made her pussy squish when she walked, and she loved it.

The toys and sexy clothes she brought with her were donated by the Jenson twins, Candy and Mandy, two redheaded girls who had a special talent in the arts of perversion. The twins were favorite playthings among the residents of the gated community of Forestt Hills. No perversions was taboo to them, they eagerly fucked all comers, male, female, families, animals. They were much sought after during the regular Friday night orgies. It was impossible to imagine that a mere seven months ago these two wanton sluts were virgins and wanted to save their virginity till their wedding nights.

Finally, Thomas, the Jensons twenty year old son designed planned out most of the seduction and ravishment of Diane's mother, friends, co-workers and the school. Thomas, unlike the twins, was already the Hills' legend when it came to the art of seduction of the female species. Before he graduated Forestt Hills Prep, he had already fucked his way through most of the female student body, most of the female teachers and the wives of many of the male teachers, including Sylvia Bartowski, the wife of the headmaster. And this was well before the gas leak released its special gas from deep below the Earth on that special day.

Thomas' reputation might have suffered some, since every man in town was fucking as many people as they wanted to now, but he didn't regret it in the least. Why, you might ask? Because the sex gas had opened his mind to fucking pussy that he would have never considered before, namely his mother, his sisters and the family maid, although before the events of that day he was about to try to seduce Diane.

The gas in question was created deep below the Earth long ago. No one knew how it was created. Was it some new kind of volcanic gas? The decomposed remains of some long dead plant? An interaction of both along with the naturally occurring ores found in that region? No one really knew what had created it; the only thing that they knew was that, so far, no one could synthesize it yet. However, they estimated the gas pocket under Sherwood to be roughly the size of Chicago in width and five miles deep, more than enough to supply the people for centuries to come.

However, they did manage to do other things with it through experimentation; the people of Sherwood created other formulas such as a short term memory eraser for temporary exposures such as visitors to Sherwood and a "growth serum" to increase breast and penis size.

The next day, after her mother left for work, Diane set up her equipment. Diane placed a tank of gas under Anita's bed and set a remote control on the valve to slowly leak out gas into her mother's room while she slept. Mike Jenson told her that at this rate the gas would take about three nights to completely change Anita's personality to that of a resident of Sherwood.

While Diane was in her mother's room, she found a picture of Anita and her ex-husband on their wedding day that she found under Anita's bed and she started playing with her pussy while imagining herself fucking the two of them, too bad she hadn't seen her father since she was two years old. She didn't even know if her father, Rodger Denton, was still alive or not, and so far, Mike Jenson's private investigators hadn't found him yet. He must be either dead, fled the country or living completely off the grid.

Rodger was a handsome man in the photo, she estimated his age at the time that it was taken to be about 18 or 19. He was tall, over 6' 6" and maybe 200 lbs. Diane had heard that he was a star basketball player who also ran track and field as well. He had dark hair and a strong chiseled face as well. "Yes, I'd definitely fuck him," Diane thought.

Anita at 18 looked much like Anita at 44. She had aged very well. At 5' 10" and 125 lbs, she hadn't gained an ounce of weight over the years. She was, Diane estimated, a 36D-cup at the time was taken, she guessed that she was a double d-cup now. Diane's pussy got wetter and wetter just thinking about what she'd do to her unsuspecting mother.

Once she was done in her mother's room, Diane took the photo back to her own room and lay back on the sheets after retrieving her favorite vibrator from one of her bags. She knew the photo wouldn't be missed by her mother because she found it under her bed covered in a thick layer of dust.

Diane fucked herself for over 2 hours, imagining one perversion after another that she wanted to do to her still beautiful mother and what she would like to do to her father, if she ever found him that is. She didn't care that he abandoned Anita and herself anymore, she just wanted to suck his cock and have him fuck her to oblivion again and again.

A couple of hours later, Diane returned to the task at hand. After showering, putting on a light coat of makeup and donning her, EXTREMELY uncomfortable schoolmarm outfit again she called a taxi and asked to go to FRIGID headquarters.