Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net

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>This posting contains:

   Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987
      Part 1 - An Adventure with LeAnne	        (mf, drugs)
      Part 2 - Awakenings                       (mc mf)
      Part 3 - The New & Improved Tim           (mf, fat)
      Part 4 - Domination 101                   (dom/sub)
      Part 5 - Your Subconscious is Thy Master  (no sex)
      Part 6 - Police Action                    (mc, mm, mf, anal, rape)
      Part 7 - Apartments 6c and 9c             (mf, very young incest)
      Part 8 - In the Name of Fatherhood        (mc, mf)
      Part 9 - The First Signs of Spring        (mf)
      Part 10 - Jack and the Teddy Bears        (mf)
      Part 11 - Ghosts of Lovers Past           (mf oral)
      Part 12 - The Power of Dreams             (mfm)
      Part 13 - Where the Path Leads            (mc mf)
      Part 14 - Prisoners                       (mm)

>The next posting contains:

   Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987
      Part 1 - Deeper Into the Depths of Hell   (MC, mf, mfm, mm, brainwashing)
      Part 2 - The Price of One's Soul          (mc, mf, anal)
      Part 3 - Hope's Last Chance               (mc, no sex)
      Part 4 - The Little Girl Inside           (mf, anal)
      Part 5 - Sisters of Deceit                (mc, mf, mffff, ff)
      Part 6 - The Deal of My Life              (mc mf)
      Part 7 - Deceit is a Traitor's Motto      (mc, mf, drug)
      Part 8 - Final Farewells and Hello Agains (mf)
      Part 9 - Fate and Luck                    (mf, oral)
      Part 10 - A Day of Fun with Holly Quinn   (mc, mf)


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Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 1 - An Adventure with LeAnne
(mf, drugs)

LeAnne and I met the next morning for what was to be our last official breakfast
together.  I admit I was having a tough time keeping my fondness for her from
interfering in what I knew was best.  In LeAnne's case, the best was for her to
go out and discover what she wanted for herself instead of depending on me to
guide her any longer.

She, of course, had other ideas, insisting that she immediately start the
physical conditioning my mother had undergone.  And I strongly considered
extending our time together by putting her through the conditioning myself.  The
problem was, she really was starting to depend on me more than she should, and I
guess that scared me a bit. Mostly because I was starting to enjoy having
control over her like that.

I was so occupied by this conflict inside me, I didn't even consider what her
true motives were when she excused herself to go to the restroom.  After
spending ten minutes sitting at the table by myself, I suddenly realized she had
gone after one of the seven men I had noticed her picking out when we had
arrived.

I hurried to the restrooms, then followed the muffled moans to the employees
only door.  I took a deep breath and walked into the back room.  LeAnne was on
her hands and knees as one guy fucked her ass, another sucked her out, and a
third was fucking her mouth like a maniac.

LeAnne suddenly found her three partners leaving her there without finishing
their job.  But just as she started to say something to them, she noticed me
standing by the door with a dark look on my face.

"Why did you stop them?!" she cried.

"Because you're endangering your own life by doing it that way," I said.  "Now,
come on.  Get dressed so we can go back to school."

"NO!" she said, suddenly stubborn.  "You said you don't want me to depend on you
for sex, but the first time I fuck someone you didn't pick out yourself, you
stop me!  Bring them back, or so help me I'll..."

"Let me tell you something you obviously haven't thought of," I said feeling a
little angry at her demand.  "Everyone I had you fuck, suck, or lick was first
tested THREE times for every testable disease.  I even had that guy you sucked
in that bathroom checked out, along with the shoe salesman you fucked in the
parking lot of the mall.  And right now, those three are having their blood,
urine, saliva, and semen taken by the nurse I've had here every morning just in
case we needed her.

"I didn't tell you about this shit because I didn't want to discourage you with
it while you were going through your training.  But now it looks like you need
some discouraging.  You just can't fuck every person who responds to your
questioning look.  Now, get your fucking clothes on and let's get out of here!"

LeAnne was pretty quiet while I drove us back towards school.  And then she
didn't even say a word when I passed right by the school and headed to the
highway.  I was feeling kind of bad for speaking to her like that, and despite
everything I had told her, and myself, my desire to have one last roll in the
hay with her was starting to get to me.

We were on the road for nearly an hour before she sighed and gave up on winning
the silence contest.

"Tim?  I'm sorry," she said softly.  "I thought you would have wanted me taking
the first opportunity to find someone on my own to fuck like a slut.  I haven't
thought about the dangers involved since we started all this."

"Yeah, I know.  I'm sorry too.  I guess I sorta wanted you to screw up this way
so it would be easier to let you go.  You didn't do anything I didn't expect you
to do, just a little sooner than I had thought."

A few minutes of silence went by before she said, "Do you.. love me?"

My eyes got a little watery as I stared straight ahead at the road wishing she
hadn't asked me that.  I had to blink a few times when I realized we were
approaching the exit we needed to take.

"Yeah," was all I could say as we slowed down at the intersection at the end of
the exit ramp.  The country road we got on had freshly tilled fields as the
farmers prepared the land for the spring planting.  But the farther we were from
the highway, the wilder the land became until we were driving between tall
leafless trees.


Fifteen or so minutes after we had passed the last signs of civilization, LeAnne
cleared her throat and said, "The day before yesterday, I would have given
anything to hear you admit that, but now I'm... indifferent about it.  I know
you did something to make me this way, and I somewhat suspect how.  But what I
don't understand at all is, why?"

I put the blinker on and turned onto a barely visible dirt road leading into the
dense trees.  LeAnne's attention was temporarily diverted to the place I was
taking her, allowing me a few moments to reflect on what to tell her.  But since
I hadn't given much thought about the condition of the road through the trees, I
found myself gritting my teeth as the overgrown branches began scraping against
the shiny red paint of my car.

Once we had gotten passed the outer edge of the woods, I was relieved to find
the interior to be fairly clear of low branches.  However, the road hadn't been
used for over ten years, and we didn't get very far before the way was blocked
by a fallen tree.

"Where are we going, anyway?" LeAnne finally asked as I shut the engine off.

I looked at her, then found myself feeling rather romantic as a peaceful silence
settled in my ears.  There was nothing moving except the changing patterns of
light on floor of the woods, and since there was nothing to hear but a small
breeze moving outside the car, her soft breathing was clearly audible before I
gave her a kiss on the lips.

Her response was that of a well-trained slut, and not the loving embrace I had
expected.  I also noticed the scent of the cock that had been fucking her mouth,
and that finished spoiling my romantic mood.

I broke the tongue-fucking kiss and sat back in my seat, then had to stop
LeAnne's hand as it reached for my crotch.

"The reason I put a damper on your feelings for me was so we wouldn't wind up
with our hearts broken when it came time for you to leave.  But... Damn it..."

I took a moment to get a hold of myself, then said, "This road leads to the
house my mother grew up in.  After my grandmother died and my grandfather left
to live on an island in the Pacific, my mom built and stored the equipment here
that you're going to need.  This is the first time I've been here since I was
really little and I don't really remember anything about the place.  But my mom
checked on it about five years ago and everything was still intact back then.
We're here to get the stuff you need....  But I was considering...  No.. never
mind." I said opening the car door.

"What?" she said, grabbing my arm and preventing me from getting out.

LeAnne had the softness in her eyes that I hadn't seen since before I had masked
her feelings towards me.  I hadn't considered spending enough time with her for
her to form new ones, and hadn't made any allowances for that.  I could sense
the quick patch I had used on her feelings was about to come undone.  So I
smiled at her and kissed the hand she had grabbed me with, then told her "I
wanted to make love to you one last time."

I was out of the car in a flash when the last stitch broke and she felt her true
feelings rush forth.  I ran up the road a little, giving me enough time to check
on the test results for the three guys she had seduced, finding nothing that a
dose of penicillin wouldn't cure.

I sensed her trying to sneak up on me, so I said, "The house should be just over
that hill.  My mom said there's a pretty good chance the roof has fallen in by
now, but the equipment should still be safe and dry locked up in the food pantry
in the cellar."

"I'm sure it is," she said in my right ear before giving me a peck on the cheek.

When she didn't move away after she finished her kiss, I turned my head to meet
her lips like she expected.  This time I felt those intimate and loving touches
that had been missing from that earlier kiss in the car.  I don't know who
melted in whose arms first, but once we were fully entwined, we slowly sank down
to the leaf covered ground and shared in our need for each other's touch.


Our exchange of passion began tapering off when there wasn't anything left to do
without undoing or removing someone's clothing.  We made an unspoken agreement
to first retrieve the equipment before taking each other's naked bodies in our
arms.

We held hands as we walked up the small rise that hid the house from our sight.
I suddenly recognized a rock my mother had told me about, and while I was
kneeling down examining the oddity, I felt LeAnne looking at me intensely.  She
was seeing a part of me she had never noticed before.  Something which can't be
seen with your eyes, just with your heart.

I put my arm around her when she kneeled down beside me to see what I was
looking at.  The weathered rock strongly resembled a four leaf clover, and had
been the object of several stories my mom had told me about my grandparents.  I
faintly remember having seen one of those rocks when I was really little, but
hadn't recalled anything about it until I was looking at the small green
crystals which gave the rock its slightly greenish color.

"My grandmother used to tell my mom that our family would never have bad luck
because even the stones on our land were good luck.  There's two more of these
somewhere around here.  My grandmother would never let my mom or my grandfather
dig them up to bring closer to the house.  She was a pretty superstitious woman,
but in a good way, I guess."

"I take it you're thinking of taking it back with you though," LeAnne correctly
analyzed.  "The green crystals must be tiny emeralds.  I don't think this stone
could have formed naturally, but it still might be worth something."

"Well, I wasn't going to try and sell it anyway.  And I'm not going to take it.
It would almost feel like robbing my grandmother's grave or something.  But I
might just come back in a couple of days to take a picture of it."

We stood back up and went back to the road.  LeAnne stated it was a wonder I had
seen it in the first place, and as I looked back towards where I thought we had
just come from, I was surprised to see what she meant.

I spent a good ten minutes looking for it without any success.  I finally
shrugged my shoulders and joined her back on the road, saying, "Well, I guess it
_was_ just luck when I saw it."

"Maybe your grandmother knew something we don't." LeAnne said with an amused
smile.  "Do you think your mother knows where.."

We both were startled when we heard a door slamming and someone's voice coming
from over the hill.  LeAnne and I exchanged looks of anxiety, then took off
towards the crest of the hill.

"Holy shit," I whispered when the house came into view.  Not only was the roof
still up, but one side of the house had been added on to, giving the ground
floor nearly a third more floor space.

We heard someone on the other side of the house calling for someone else, and
without a moment's hesitation I reached out to scan their mind.

"Yuch," I said, feeling as if I had just swallowed something nasty.

"What's wrong?" LeAnne said.

"She's fucking high on the shit they cook up in the house.  Shit, I'm getting
sick just from looking in her head."

"I thought you could read minds," LeAnne said, sounding very proud of herself.

"Yeah, I can read them.  And change them too.  But right now I wish I hadn't
read hers.  She's so out of it, she's calling for her cat."

"What's so strange about that?"

"As far as I can tell, she was twelve years old when it disappeared, and that
was about twenty years ago.  Shit.  She just took another hit.  I'm definitely
going to be sick."

I stopped my probing and we waited a little while until LeAnne announced I
wasn't looking green any longer.  Then I did a quick feel for the woman, and
came across her husband working inside the house.

"Hey, LeAnne.  You remember the guy who built the concession shack for the
football field stadium last year?"

"I think so, yes.  Mr. Peterson asked the student counsel if we could help pay
for it, and since I was the treasurer, I wanted to know exactly what we were
spending the money on.  I spent two days after school getting that guy
straightened out about the design.  I have to admit he built it faster than I
thought was possible, but he couldn't design anything worth a darn."


"Well, it looks like he did okay adding on to the house.  And I think if you
hadn't gone over the plans he had made up, the concession stand would have had
customers during the day too."

"I see.  What do you want to do?  I suggest we go back to your car and find a
phone to call the police."

"Not yet.  We're here for a reason, remember?  Actually, we're here for a couple
of reasons.  And I want to see what they've done to the place before the police
go through it and rip everything out.  I've already taken care of our carpenter
friend, and if I have to, I can send the woman into dreamland too.  I don't feel
anyone else around us for miles."

So we started our way down the steep incline, keeping our eyes and ears open for
signs of the woman.  It wasn't until we were nearing the house that I felt the
presence of several others coming up from the cellar.

"Shit," I said quietly as I pulled LeAnne over to the wall of the house.  Three
women and two men walked right by the window next to us, talking very loudly and
somewhat incoherently.

"What's the matter?" LeAnne whispered. "And where did they come from?"

"They all just got finished sampling their latest batch in the cellar.  I don't
understand why I didn't feel them down there.  Maybe we should go get the police
after all.  I'm not feeling up to making contact with all five of their minds.
I'm feeling a bit light headed right now from the little bit I just did."

Just as we were about to try and leave, three more men came up out of the cellar
and stood by the window talking excitedly.  For some reason the cellar had
shielded their presence from my scans, and I wondered how my mother hadn't
remembered anything about that unique feature of her childhood home.

We heard the door slam again as the first group left the house.  We couldn't go
back the way we came without the men at the window seeing us, and the voices
from around the corner were getting louder.  I was forming a blanket sleep
command while praying it wouldn't cause me to toss the french toast sticks I had
eaten for breakfast.

But then LeAnne tugged my arm to follow her, and led us away from the loud group
who had apparently just come out for some fresh air.  LeAnne jumped when she
turned the corner, but then after standing very still a moment, she motioned for
me to follow her again.

I was surprised to find the cat calling woman sitting on her head with her butt
in the air, smiling at us from between her legs no more than ten feet away.  Her
eyes were dilated, and she seemed unaware of our presence even though she was
looking straight at us.  Her eyes didn't even follow us as we carefully crept
past her, and if I hadn't been able to see her breathing, I would have thought
she was dead.

Just as we got past the woman's empty gaze, I had a flashback of one of my
mother's descriptions of the house.

"LeAnne," I thought to her, "You see the tall weeds behind her?  There's a small
wood door behind them that leads down to the cellar.  If we can get it open, we
can find out if they messed with the equipment or not.  I'm pretty sure I know
where the pantry is in relation to where that..."

"Colleen!!" someone cried from the front of the house.  "Colleen!! Something's
wrong with Richard!"

LeAnne and I looked at each other before scrambling over to the hidden wooden
door.  To our dismay, it was padlocked and apparently nailed shut, but when I
leaned against it to adjust my position, my hand went right through the rotten
wood.  We heard someone coming, so without any further hesitation, I knocked the
rest of it out, then watched as LeAnne disappeared down the dark hole.

"Colleen, snap out of it girl!" a woman's voice said practically next to me. She
had startled me so much I instantly jumped through the hole, somehow managing to
slip through it without touching the sides or making a sound.  Or at least not
until I knocked LeAnne back on her ass when I hit the dirt floor.

We kept very still, straining our ears to catch any signs of pursuit.  But after
several minutes of only hearing our hearts pounding, LeAnne sighed and
whispered, "In case you haven't noticed, there's nothing to stand on to get back
out that way."

"We'll think of something," I said taking my surroundings in a little more.

I quickly realized I had no idea where the food pantry was.  Where I had
expected an open space to be, there was a wall.  The pantry should have been
just on the other side of that open space.

"This wall is new," I said thinking out loud.  "The pantry should be on the
other side of it.  Come on.  Looks like there's a way through over here."

The passage we entered was shrouded in complete darkness, so we were feeling our
way around blindly when I ran into a hollow wooden wall.

"Shit," I softly exclaimed.  "I got a splinter.. on my fuckin' nose."

"Stop worrying about your nose.  No one will notice another red spot with all
those zits," LeAnne teased.  "Come over here.  I can see some light ahead."

I felt my way around the offending wooden wall, and saw a trace of light around
another corner.  As we made our way closer to the source of the light, the
strange odor we had been getting traces of ever since we entered the cellar was
getting stronger.

LeAnne made a "pssst" sound, drawing my attention to the stairs beside us on our
left.  But she also drew my attention to the strange silence we had been walking
around in.  Ever since we had entered the cellar, we hadn't heard a single sound
from the house above.  And there was this steady hum which had a whispery sound
to it, just loud enough to hide our own movements from us, yet wasn't loud
enough to hide anything else.

The dim light came from a door slightly ajar and was just barely detectable by
our eyes.  We approached it very carefully, finding the background noises came
from behind the door.

The sound and light got stronger as LeAnne pushed the heavy but well hung door,
relieving the strain on my eyes when I could see more than just vague shapes.

"Look at this," LeAnne said, entering the room.

I followed her inside, finding the source of our light coming from the five huge
coffee machines' glowing switches.  Or at least they first appeared to be coffee
machines, but once I took a closer look at them, they were far more complicated,
and no coffee machine ever made swooshing noises like what was coming from them.

"Man it stinks in here," I said before climbing up on a chair and lifting the
lid on one.  As the seal on the top released with a "ssssop",  I was hit in the
face by a cloud of odorous steam.  I totally forgot all about looking inside as
a wonderful warm sensation started spreading through my body.

"Tim? What's wrong?"

"Nothin's wong," I said, finding myself becoming as light as a feather.
"Everythins fine.  See?" I sang as I gently pushed off the chair to float gently
down to the ground like a leaf off a tree.

More like a rock off a cliff.  I crashed into the hard floor, and it took
several minutes for me to unscramble my senses and spit out the dirt in my
mouth.  The room was still spinning around me when suddenly light flooded in
through the half open door.

I couldn't understand what LeAnne was trying to silently say, but had enough
sense to stay quiet while she started pulling me by my limp arms.  I tried to
help by attempting to get up on my feet, but I didn't get half way up before I
kissed the dirt floor again.

I heard men's voices, and LeAnne was frantically trying to get me to move.  I
struggled to my hands and knees and managed to half crawl as she half dragged me
to the corner under the table next to the door.

LeAnne was one sharp cookie, that's for sure.  No sooner than I crawled under
the table next to her, the door was flung open the rest of the way, blocking our
hiding place from view.


"Shit, it smells in here!" a man said as he uncovered four full plastic milk
cartons.

"Come on," another man's voice said as he took two of them.  "By the time they
get back, the stuff will be ready and the room won't smell so bad.  They won't
even know we had cooked up some more and took the first batch with us."

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  I guess its lucky for us Richard knocked himself out like
that.  I don't know how we would have sneak this much out if everyone hadn't
left with them.  But I still don't get why he runs these things in this hole
where there isn't any fresh air.  You know how strong that stuff can get down
here."

They shut the door, chatting about the smell some more as they went back
upstairs. The light coming from under the door finally shut off, and a moment
later we faintly heard the door at the top of the stairs slam shut.

Surprisingly, I felt pretty relaxed, and almost too comfortable to move.  But
LeAnne insisted, so I got out of her way, only to find the middle of the floor
was even more comfortable, especially when I laid flat on my back.

LeAnne immediately tried the door and found it apparently padlocked from the
outside.  I watched her with a sense of concerned amusement as she attempted to
force it open.

"Tim.." she said in a haggard voice. "Come over here and help me.."

I struggled to my feet and glided over to her, then insisted she let a man try.

After spending five minutes working on the door, I said, "You know what?"

"What?"

"I think they locked it," and fell to the floor in a giggle fit.

"Oh!" she said stomping her foot.  "Why did you have to open that thing!"

I suddenly got very still, captured by the sight of her standing there
illuminated by the green light.  She was thinking very hard about what she could
do to get us out, and her thoughts became like music to my mind.

She seemed to stand there forever, poising for me as her mind sang a lovely
lullaby.  I could see her eyes sparkle in the dim green light, and I felt so
happy just to be in the same room with her.

"LeAnne," my voice softly said.  "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've
ever seen.  God, I love you."

Her eyes moved their stare towards me, filling me with another warm feeling.  I
must have been smiling so hard my teeth were showing, and I sighed with
happiness as she smiled back at me a little.

A small cloud of steam being released from the machine I had opened caught her
attention a moment later, and once her smile faded, she said, "Oh my God.  I
think I'm starting to feel it too.  I have to get that lid back on right."

She climbed up on the chair, and easily pushed the lid safely back on all the
way.  But the chair gave out just as she was starting to get down, and her
waving arms knocked the machine off the table, crashing not more than a foot
away from my relaxed body.

"Oh NO!" she cried as the boiling hot liquid flowed out.

Even though I had been feeling really relaxed, the shock of the machine falling
next to me, combined by the scolding drops that had sprinkled my face and arms
made me get up as the steaming tidal wave was reflected by the wall and door.  I
hopped up on the table behind me just as it flooded the area I had been laying
in.

"Damn it, Damn it, Damn IT!" LeAnne cried loudly.  She had managed to upright
the machine before its entire contents had washed out, but at least four fifths
had spilled out.  And even though it was seeping out underneath the door fairly
quickly,  LeAnne knew she was in trouble since the room was filled by the hot
steam.

She came over to where I was sitting on the table to limply lean against me and
sigh. Her sigh sent a new wave a happiness through me, and her mouth had closed
long before the echo finally faded in my ears.

I felt so overjoyed feeling her side touching my leg.  There seemed nothing else
could be more fulfilling to me than to simply be in physical contact with her
like that.

I wanted to scream my love for her, but I was paralyzed by the fear of
disrupting the purely heavenly moment.  I was in awe of her presence, of her
mind, and of her..


The world stood still for me when I noticed she had turned around and was
looking at me.  I knew her every thought and felt her every emotion, and without
her needing to even hint at it, I moved over so she could join me on the table.

Her light colored skin seemed to brighten as she settled down next to me and
laid her head on my shoulder.  I could feel her life force wherever her body
touched mine, and I basked in its warmth like she was the sun in the sky.

Without realizing I was doing it, I had moved our positions so she had her back
against my chest.  And when I sensed she was slightly discomforted by the
cramped position her legs were in, I didn't hesitate to shove the two machines
off beside us to give her the room she needed.

There was a huge flash of light and a thunderous boom, then suddenly we found
ourselves floating among the clouds of heaven.  I knew it was heaven because
there was an angel with LeAnne's face flying towards me, her skin glowing
brightly with love.

I laid back on the soft cloud as she descended on top of me, filling my vision
with her beautiful face, and filling my heart with a searing love for her soul.

We closed our eyes before our lips and bodies pressed together in their kiss,
feeling our thoughts and minds merging like two drops of water in a glass just
big enough to hold the two of us.  Our life forces mixed as our still rising joy
flowed through the meaningless skin between us.  And after struggling seemingly
forever to merge our souls, we found ourselves having to be satisfied with just
merging our bodies instead.

Our limbs moved with a fluidity they had never achieved before as piece by piece
our clothing came off.  The need to make every square inch of our bodies touch
the other's filled our minds and beings, and that eventually became focused on
filling her cunt with my dick.

My right foot momentarily found some resistance pushing against it as my cock
slipped into its rightful place, but then it gave way moments before another
flash of light and a distant clap of thunder spread across the heavenly
cloudscape.

The clouds around us began surging with new moisture while our life energy
flowed back and forth with our humping motions.  Our joined minds wished to stay
together, and we were finding it hard to decide just which body to inhabit.  But
we came to the decision that we would live inside her body together forever, and
began focusing our energy towards that goal.

I felt an incredible pressure building in my dick, finding it filled with a
larger amount of blood than it had ever held before.  The arousal and lust
stirred up inside our still individual bodies began pulling our minds apart,
causing us to focus on our separate individual pleasure while the heavenly
clouds around us began to darken and change.

We soon were in the waters of a sea of lust, finding ourselves sinking deeper
into our needs for a climax.  We began trying to suck up the life energy we had
been sharing and exchanging, and soon we were struggling with all our might to
take it from the other.

I began sending her body surges of sexual pleasure to throw her off, but she
retaliated with her cunt sucking my blood engorged cock into her deeper and
burrowing her fingers into my willing ass.

The eyes of my grandmother and grandfather who had lived most of their lives in
that very house seemed to be peering down from above, watching and passing
judgment as I began my final attack on LeAnne's weakening resistance.  As our
white light shifted to a flickering yellow, I surged every ounce of strength I
had into flushing a powerful wave of pleasure into her body, and instantly blew
her defenses away, leaving her completely at my mercy.

But just as I was about to claim my prize, the eyes of my grandmother peered
through LeAnne's, killing my ambition and aggression, and resulted in my
unconditional surrender as we plunged deeper into the orange flames of hell.

The sight of LeAnne's face, the sounds of our carnal screams, and the semen
rushing through my loins faded into the darkness, leaving only the image of my
grandfather's eyes looking into my soul.   Those eyes, those intense and
powerful eyes, finally pulled my soul from my body and guided me through the
blackness in search of the light.


Through a window that suddenly appeared, my being left the darkness behind,
rising into the cloudless blue sky at an incredible speed.  The ground flashed
below me in a blur of browns and greens, then suddenly flashed to an ocean blue
before passing through the terminator line which separated night and day.

The night seemed to be draining the life from my being, colors fading away as I
felt it steal the warmth from my bodiless form.  Then the eyes seemed to lose
their grip and I found myself slowing and falling towards the black surface of
the water.  The eyes of my grandfather grew smaller and more distant until they
were just another star in the cloudless sky.

I felt my hope begin to slip away, but at the last minute I managed to grab onto
it as a small island formed off the horizon.  Within moments I was passing
through its trees, then came to a swooping stop at the center of a clearing, my
being gaining warmth as I floated just above the flames of a campfire.  My
attention became focused on the group of people from an assortment of different
races, and it took me a moment to realized they were all standing behind my
grandfather who wore an expression of surprise.

Before I could even process this information, my grandfather scooped me up in
his seemingly giant hand and tossed me into the cold waters of the sea.  Choking
for the lack of air, I desperately began swimming towards the surface,
struggling against the current that was constantly pulling me downwards.

Just as I was about to submit to the life stealing water, I felt myself break
through the surface, coughing and wheezing for air.

I found my lungs were not full of water, but of smoke.  Then I found LeAnne's
naked and unconscious body laying on top of me coughing in its sleep, and these
two things forced my barely functioning brain to focus on our surroundings.

The room was filled with smoke, and I slowly realized it was still lit by a
yellow flickering light.  My head pounded with pain as I struggled to get out
from under LeAnne, then nearly fell off the table afterwards when my muscles
didn't want to work right.

My hazy mind cleared a little as my heart pumped some leftover adrenaline
through my veins.  I formed three clear conclusions while I steadied my shaking
body: 

1) Sparks from a toppled machine had reached our clothes and started a fire. 
2) The fire had spread to the cover the men had used to hide their jugs under
the table across from us. 
3) There was still a full machine on the table by the opposite wall.

I knew I was in no shape to try using the last container to put out the small
fire, and threw the idea out completely realizing it would have sent us flying
through the clouds again.

I shook off the strong desire to escape into that heavenly dreamscape, then
noticed one of the machines had punched a partial hole in the wall.  If my head
hadn't been pounding with a near immobilizing headache, I wouldn't have tried
using the last machine to punch a way through the wall by the door.

Not only did the machine not even dent the wall, it didn't even get close enough
to the fire where I could fling some of the liquid onto the still fairly small
flames.  I felt the warm happiness grow inside my gut, and so I sank down next
to the door in defeat, coughing what I thought would be my last conscious breath
away.

I suddenly found myself crashing into the floor again, and it took me a few
moments to realize I had been hit by the door and hadn't just simply fallen
over.

In a last ditch attempt to save us, I ordered the forty three year old woman's
mind to do whatever was necessary to save us and protect us from being
discovered as I slipped into a warm and happy state of unconsciousness.

I awoke with a splitting headache and a cough that didn't help my head feel any
better.  I was in a very soft bed which was far too short for my length, and
found LeAnne sitting next to me wearing a robe and a weary face.

When she cleared her throat to speak, she ended up triggering coughing fit
before she finally managing to gasp "You okay?"

I attempted to sit up, finding my head pounding from the motion.  I closed my
eyes and relaxed for a few moments, then opened them as LeAnne slipped under the
covers to join me.

Something about the way she relaxed next to me told me she had met with our host
and everything for the moment was taken cared of.  So I didn't concern myself
about anything except going back to sleep to escape my headache.

Somewhere in my slumber, I felt the touches of Joey's mind touching mine, and
woke up in time to feel the relief and strength of a share link form.  I quickly
filled Joey in on what had happened, then realized LeAnne wasn't in the bed with
me and got up to look for her.

Joey was apologizing for something as I rummaged around the room for something
to wear.  I had to query him on what he was 'talking' about, then realized I was
feeling like I had sipped a small amount of the drink.

Apparently Dawn had talked Joey into wanting to taking her other cherry, and
Joey had agreed.  Joey, John, and Dawn had just finished their glasses of drink
when Joey's conscience started giving him trouble.  The reason he had been
looking for me was to ask me if I thought it was okay for him to take her ass.

I had slipped my hardon into my smoky underpants which apparently had been the
only thing to survive the fire, and I struggled to give him an answer as I put
on a shirt someone had left for me.  But I forgot all about his question when I
heard LeAnne's familiar moan.

I rushed downstairs, following my lock on her presence into the old farmhouse
kitchen.  I thought I was ready to handle anything, but hadn't expected to find
LeAnne sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide while the light brown haired
woman busily ate her out with the aid of a wooden spoon.

My already hard dick jerked in its confinement, and I quickly sent Joey my
approval while I watched LeAnne buck her mound against the woman's face.

I knew LeAnne's sex drive would eventually slow down and reach a more normal
level, but even after having nearly died from smoke inhalation, not to mention
the overdose of the hallucinogenic drug we had been breathing lungfuls of,
LeAnne's newly found sexual needs had prompted her to investigate her suspicions
about the woman.

The view of the open land through the window behind them caused me a moment of
confusion before realizing the woman had taken us to her own home as per my
commands had forced her to do.

Peggy Hanson was the youngest of three daughters born and raised on that farm.
Their mother had died a few years after she had been born, and Peg's father had
lost hope of ever having the son he had wanted, but found his youngest daughter
very eager to do the things he wanted to do with a son.  Having a farm required
a lot of physical labor to keep it going, and without Peg's help her father
would have surely worked himself to an early grave.

As you might expect, Peg lived the life of a tomboy, and had made her father
very happy for a while.  But then her body betrayed her by growing into the
woman she never wanted to be.

It appeared to her that one night she had gone to bed thinking about how sexy a
close friend's body had become, and the next morning she awoke with softer skin
and a noticeable increase of mass in her breasts.  They kept growing until at
the late age of seventeen, she found herself the envy of every girl in her
school by having the sexiest body in the county.

Of course the fact she wouldn't wear a bra didn't help any, and while she did
lose her virginity a few weeks before her eighteenth birthday, she never really
wanted anything but to be one of the guys.

The night before her graduation, Isabelle Esther, one of the women who had
taught at her high school, invited her over to her farmhouse, and began seducing
the innocent Peg.  After spending nearly the entire summer having lemonade and
sandwiches three times a week, Peg finally admitted to herself she wanted Ms.
Esther's body, and then spent the following day and night experiencing the joys
of lesbian sex.


My thoughts returned to the scene in front of me when LeAnne gasped, "Yes, Peg!
YES!" while Peg fucked LeAnne's cunt with the long handled spoon.

It struck me that while LeAnne was far from the innocent girl Peg had been, Peg
was in fact living out her mentor's and lover's role in her first lesbian
experience.  Isabelle had been stirring the freshly made lemonade with a long
handled wooden spoon when Peg had walked up to her with the look Isabelle knew
all too well in her eyes.

With the spoon still in her hand, Isabelle reached out to the girl young enough
to be her daughter.  It was while they were locked in their struggle to feel
each other's body when Isabelle found a better use for her old wooden spatula.

I realized Peg had her jeans open and had been frigging herself through her
white panties before stopping to use both hands as she twisted the spoon with
each plunge.  LeAnne's cries of pleasure were starting to have an effect on me,
and it took me a moment to notice LeAnne was crying my name to join them.

But when Peg realized what LeAnne's voice was saying, she jerked backwards and
onto her feet, holding the wet spoon like a weapon.

The commands in her mind immediately forced her to drop the stance when she
realized it was me, finding herself unable to even think of hurting me.  But she
had long ago found she couldn't trust men to not try and take advantage of her
very feminine body, and quickly buttoned up her button fly jeans.

Peg and I both rushed to help LeAnne after her desperate attempts to pleasure
herself had resulted in her falling over backwards in her chair.  But LeAnne
continued to frig herself as if nothing had happened, taking the wooden spoon
from Peg and using it on herself.

My sore dick continued to try and hold its hardon, but finally gave up from the
intense strain it had been put through earlier.

After LeAnne calmed down, Peg loaned her a pair of her pants, then drug out a
pair of her father's old overalls for me.  She and LeAnne were very chatty about
the farm, and I wondered where LeAnne got the energy.  I was still a little
tired and sore even after getting a recharge from Joey's share link, and was
pretty quiet for most of the time.

Peg drove us back to my grandparent's old house taking the front entrance that
everyone had been using.  My mother had given me directions to the back way in,
figuring the old bridge at the front entrance would have been too weak to cross.
But the state had repaved the road leading up to it, and then for some reason
they also replaced the old wooden bridge with a modern one.  No one used the
back road anymore, mostly because no one had bothered to move that fallen tree.

Richard and Colleen were trying to salvage what they could when we arrived.
Thankfully Colleen hadn't had a chance to smoke another drug enhanced cigarette,
allowing me to make them both view us as close friends of the family.

I was rather hesitant about going back down into the cellar, and I avoided that
small room all together.  It was like an entirely different world walking around
the cellar alone with the lights on.  But coming back from checking out the way
we had come in the first time I almost walked right into the same wooden wall I
had before.

"Well I'll be.." I muttered to myself as I realized what that wooden wall was
for.

I opened the food pantry and found everything right were it was supposed to be.
Well, everything but the food pantry itself since they had moved it from the
base of the stairs when they built the room for their stills.

LeAnne and I carried the equipment back to my car in silence and we didn't say
much on the drive home.  We both felt strangely satisfied with how things had
turned out.  It was like all the magic and excitement we felt between us had
been used up in that brief time up in those clouds.  The spark between us had
nearly used up all its fuel when it had flared into that brilliant flame, and
now we were simply burnt out.


Just after dark, I pulled into her parents' driveway, then we sat for a few
minutes trying to figure out what to say.  Neither one of us wanted to hurt the
other's feelings, but at the same time we knew we had to tell the other it was
over.

When I finally peeked into her head and found the same thoughts as I had been
thinking, I leaned over to her and said, "Promise me you'll be careful about who
you have sex with.  I don't want to have to worry about you."

She understood what I was saying underneath my words.  Her answer came in her
kiss, which was also a thank you and a good bye.

I pulled out of the driveway after watching her close her front door, feeling a
twinge of remorse mixed in with my sigh of relief.  I put the finishing touches
on the programming of Jane and Rick to help her through the tough parts of her
self inflicted torture.

I call it torture because the two main devices she would be using basically were
high capacity doughnut-shaped balloons that she would insert inside her two
cavities after she had stretched herself to her maximum capacity.  She would
then work on building muscles by constantly pushing against the balloons to
prevent them from expanding her insides any further.

Jane or Rick would assist her when it was time to increase the pressure by
amounts so small the gauge had been specially built for the purpose.  Eventually
she would be in agony from the strain, and would be immobilized for several
hours after each increase of the pressure.   She would be unable to relax
against the pressure until the conditioning had been completed and the balloons
deflated.  If she did relax for even a moment, the balloons possibly could have
caused her serious injury, or at the minimum she would have to start all over
again.

LeAnne and I did stop to talk in the halls at school afterwards, and even went
out to breakfast a few times.  I'll never forget when she walked up with her new
hooters, their points growing hard through the stretched material right in front
of my eyes.  My own organ grew hard from the look she was giving me, and in ten
minutes I was putting her through her paces, having her lick, suck, and fuck me
in every way possible.

We added two new items to our list of sexual activities, each of us suggesting
one.  After I fucked her virgin tits three times....  Well, let's just say after
LeAnne had finished pleasuring my ass, I had a dozen wooden spoons added to the
toy box at home and at school.

And after going through some of my grandmother's things my mother had saved, I
couldn't help but wonder if grandma knew about the joys of wooden spoons.  My
mom told me she had kept one in her bathroom which she had never used for
anything as far as my mom knew.

Yep, Grandma was a wise ole woman all right.  I bet she could have shown me a
wonder or two.

===================================================================================

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 2 - Awakenings
(mc mf)

A few weeks before Spring break, Penny called Suzi to see if she wanted to get
together.  They went shopping the following weekend, and late that Saturday
afternoon I received a phone call from Suzi.

"Tim, Penny spotted her brother sneaking around her place, and we followed him
to where we think he lives.  Penny wants to....  Penny?  Hmm, anyway, she'd like
you to come down so she can talk to him without worrying about being attacked or
drugged again."

I reached out to Suzi, and wrote down the address.

"I should be there in about an hour.  Hey, the twins were upset that you didn't
take them to see Penny.  Would it be okay if they came too?"

"I wanted to bring them myself, but when I mentioned it to Penny, she made it
clear to me that she didn't want to see the twins again.  I think she is afraid
of what they would do to David and Michael."

"Okay.  I guess I'll have to sneak..."

"What?  Who are you?  Get away from....<click>"

"SHIT," I exclaimed.  I reached out to Suzi to find what was going on.

When I finally felt the connection form, all I found was that Suzi was asleep,
and I couldn't wake her.  The impressions I got back from her were very strange.
I concluded she had been drugged, but hadn't been seriously injured.

I dialed my dad and got permission to use his helicopter, and in fifteen minutes
I was in the air.  In another thirty, we were hovering over the somewhat run
down building Suzi was in, and where Penny's brother supposedly lived.

The pilot and I had trouble finding a place to land, and I ended up walking
three blocks from an empty lot.  To my surprise, the only person I could sense
inside that building was Suzi.  When I finally arrived, I found the building was
condemned and had also been in a fire recently.

I suspected something was up, so I kept scanning constantly to make sure no one
would sneak up on me.  I climbed the stairs, noting the numerous foot prints in
the ash, then followed the foot prints right to the door where I felt Suzi was
in.  I studied the shiny-like-new door knob, wishing I could use Suzi's eyes to
see what was in there.

After spending twenty minutes looking for another way in the room, I gave up and
tried the door.  To my surprise, the door wasn't locked.  And just as my
suspicions started to rise again while I swung the door open, there was a "ping"
and a "thunk" from a tranquilizing dart hitting me in the back.  I barely
noticed Suzi laying on the floor asleep before I joined her.


A sharp pain in my arm brought me out of my slumber.  My head felt fuzzy, and I
found my arms and legs tied to a chair.  I started to hear people talking, but
their words were too faint to understand.  I regained my senses very slowly, and
once I was somewhat alert, I pretended to still be asleep.

From the sounds in the room, I gathered that someone was getting an excellent
blow job.  From what the man was saying, the female who was doing the sucking
was tied up in a helpless position.  But she was willingly giving him the blow
job, reminding me of one of my father's slaves.

The instant that thought crossed my mind, I tried to reach out with my mind to
find what was going on.  The cry I made from the pain in my head alerted
everyone that I was conscious.

Someone pulled my head up by my hair, making my eyes open automatically.  The
scene in front of me didn't make much sense at first.

I appeared to be in a mixture of a doctor's examining room and a bedroom.  The
shock of seeing the hog tied nude form of Penny happily sucking a man's cock
while getting her ass fucked was almost as great as when I realized it was her
father's prick she was sucking.

The man in a lab coat who had pulled my hair said to me, "Why are you so
shocked?  I know you have done this and worse to your slaves."

I refused to respond.  Instead, I tried to scan his mind, resulting in my head
pounding again.

"I wouldn't try any more of that.  The drug I gave you prevents your brain from
receiving sugar too quickly.  Did you know telepathy uses a lot of sugar?  The
pain you feel is only warning you that brain damage will occur if you continue
depriving your mind of its sugar."


"Who the fuck are you, and what do you want with me," I said.

"Who I am is not as important as who I will become," he said, walking behind me
and returning with a hypodermic needle filled with a greenish liquid which he
placed on a tray beside me.  "In a few days, you will be calling me master.  You
will use your telepathic skills to enslave as many people as I wish, starting
with your lovely girlfriend."

"Don't bet on it," I said softly.

Hearing me, he said, "Oh, I don't have to bet on it.  The proof is right in
front of your eyes.  That slut over there and her father will do anything I or
Steven ask happily."

Towards the bed he said, "Steven, take your toy and your father somewhere else.
I am about to begin."

"Well, begin.  We're not stopping you," Steven answered.

"You know that only one person can imprint themselves while this stuff works on
his brain.  You agreed to follow my decisions when I gave you your father and
sister.  Now please, leave."

"Shit.  All right, Uncle Jake.  If you hadn't had so many chances already to
shoot me up with that stuff, I would be afraid to just hand him over to you.
Just remember who your friends are.  Come on, bitch."

I sat appearing calm, but in reality I was frantic.  As he swabbed my arm with
alcohol, I said, "If you let me and Suzi go, I won't seek revenge on you.  But I
must warn you, I have very powerful family and friends.  If I turn up missing,
it would me only a matter of time before..."

"I have waited seven years to capture a telepath.  Nothing you say will stop me
from completing my father's wishes.  You will rebuild my family's estate, and
then repopulate it with slaves."

He held up the needle and squirted a small portion out before lowering it
towards my arm.

My cry of pain startled him slightly, but he just smiled and said, "That won't
do any good.  You can not possibly use that power to.."

I cut him off with my smile, looking at him with bright eyes.

"No, not that power.  But another," I said as the empathic connection formed.  I
quickly lowered him in a forced hypnotic state, watching the shock and fear on
his face slowly dissolve until he was completely expressionless.

"There now.  You're feeling more comfortable now, aren't you."

"Yess.."

"You would be even more comfortable if you set that needle in your hand back on
that tray....  Good.  See how much better that is?

"I bet you would love to sit down on this chair.  In fact, you really want to,
don't you?  Oh...  But I can't get up..  If you could untie me, I'll let you sit
down on the chair.."

I was manipulating my own emotions to fit what I needed him to feel as I spoke.
I desired to sit on the chair, then I needed to untie the ropes, and finally I
lusted to listen to the words which were spoken to me.

Once I was free, I had him sit down and demand me to tie him up.  I used
suggestions to find out who and what he was, and what was going on.

Penny's grandfather died five years before she was born.  Ever since then, her
uncles and aunts had been driven to explore every form of brainwashing while
searching for a telepath vulnerable enough for them to capture and break to
their will.  I wasn't the first telepath they had captured, but that had been
before Jake had perfected his drug, and apparently the poor soul went insane.
They lost nearly three-fourths of their slaves and several of their family
members to the insanity before blowing up the building where the telepath and
several others were.

While they had only lost twenty people in the explosion, over a hundred others
had lost their minds, including Jake's wife, two of his sisters and a brother.
And his own son had died in the explosion, which was probably why he had taken
Steven under his wing like that.  I was sure Jake had instilled the need to
control others into Steven while continuing to work towards his father's goals.

By the time I got that much of the story out of him, I realized I was wasting
time.  After several minutes of suggesting and working through his resistance,
he finally told me how to counter-act the drug he had gave me, and I released
him to prepare the dosage and inject it in me.


Twenty minutes later, I tested my telepathy by attempting to read his mind.  I
was relieved when I felt his contented thoughts, then immediately turned him
into my humble slave.

"Where is Suzi?"  I asked.

"She is in our holding chamber with the rest of our intended slaves, master."

"Is there an antidote or a treatment to undo what that drug does?"

"No, master.  The effects of this drug are permanent."

"If you are right, then you are going to live the rest of your life begging
people to shit in your mouth."

I ignored his whining as I began reaching out to scan the household.  I found
Steven's mind and barely issued my first command to him when my head started
pounding again.

"Shit.  Your fucken drug..." I said as the room spun around.

Jake helped me back into my chair, and then I sensed Steven was on his way here.
I just had enough time to tell Jake he would have fake it before Steven slammed
the door open and stomped in.

"What the FUCK is going on!  I felt him screwing with my mind!"  Steven blasted.
The twenty three year old man realized something was very wrong when he noticed
the needle on the tray and the ropes on the ground that had bounded my arms and
legs.  He controlled his desire to flee, and then decided to do just the
opposite.  He attacked.

Before I could react, he slammed right into me, knocking me to the floor so hard
that he winded me and caused my head spin madly.  Jake came to my rescue by
throwing himself at Steven, not realizing Steven had picked up the needle.  The
scream Jake made when Steven stabbed him in the gut made me shiver with fear.  I
had never been so scared in my life.

In desperation, I lashed out with my mind at Steven, causing my head to explode
in pain.  But as my vision started to go black, my eyes told me he had collapsed
on top of his uncle, and for the moment I was safe.

I jumped when I was awoken by a soft hand stroking my cheek.  To my relief, the
hand belonged to my mom, and Joey was kneeling beside her.

"How?" I croaked.

"We both felt your fear, sweetie," my mother said.

"I was able to keep a lock on you after you passed out," Joey added.

I looked around, finding both Jake and Steven missing.

"Where's Suzi?" Joey asked me concerned.

I reached out to her, finding her still unconscious and moving away in some kind
of vehicle.

"We got to help her.." I said trying to get up.

Joey opened a share link with me as he helped me to my feet.

"Thanks, I needed that," I told him. "Penny's brother has.. used some kind of
drug on her and her dad, and probably her mom too.  They've been brainwashed.
The guy that did it was going to do the same thing to me.  He said it was
irreversible!  We have to get Suzi back before they use it on her!" I said as I
started running for the door.

I quickly realized I had no idea where the hell I was when I entered a long
hallway with at least thirty different doors.  So Joey and my mom led the way to
the roof where another helicopter was waiting.

"Holy shit," I said when I realized the helicopter was some kind of jet copter
that they had hijacked.  The pilot had already started spinning the blades,
readying for a quick take off.

It took ten minutes for us to home in on the van Suzi was in.  It was on the
highway traveling at a dangerously high speed and swerving around other
vehicles.  As Joey took care of the driver and the van pulled off the road, I
scanned the rest of the van.  To my dismay and relief, Suzi was the only
passenger in the vehicle.

My past mistakes had made me very cautious about what we would find when we
approached the van.  I gasped with my realization of who the driver was as I
used his eyes to inspect the insides of the van.

Michael carried Suzi out to us before I would let Joey inspect the van.
Michael's hair had been dyed black, obviously in honor of Steven's black hair.
While my mom examined Suzi, I painfully inspected Michael's mind.


His memories were hard to call up, for his brain chemistry had been altered by
the drug they had used on him.  From what I could tell, Penny had lured the two
brothers into her house where they had both been tranquilized and taken to the
same lab we had just left.

It appeared that Steven was quite intelligent, and very twisted.  He had planned
everything since the moment he realized his father was no longer interested in
the slave project.  Steven had even used the drug on him, his own father.

The effects of this drug were different than the one his father had used on
Penny and I.  I called Michael's memory up of his experience very easily.  In
fact, it seemed to constantly be in the back of his mind, reinforcing his desire
to please and serve Steven and Penny.

Instead of being addicted to the sexual pleasure and desire that the other drug
produced, this drug excited specific areas of the brain while it reduced the
activity in other areas.  Michael's senses had been amplified to many times the
norm while his individuality and several key cognitive functions had been
suppressed.  His mind had been flooded by the sight and sound of Steven telling
him to be his faithful slave and the like.  The strength of the signals coming
from Michael's senses had burned themselves into his defenseless mind.

Steven's brainwashing skills were extremely good.  Michael couldn't willingly
recall anything of his past life unless Steven asked him too.  His life appeared
to begin when the needle was pulled from his arm.  And the memories afterwards I
found to be very distressful, and not very useful.

Steven loved to physically abuse his slaves.  Once Michael had told Steven
everything he knew about me, which wasn't much, Steven had him prove his loyalty
and love by having Michael lick his ass.  After Michael's tongue had penetrated
his rose, Steven knew Michael was his, and proceeded to rape the helpless slave,
not caring about the pain his rough treatment caused.  Michael hated every
moment of it, but never for a moment considered complaining or resisting his
master's wishes.

Thankfully, Steven lost interest in him very quickly, and for several months
Michael was given to Penny who was taking a very active part in the preparations
to capture me.  Then a few weeks before Penny had called Suzi, Steven again
questioned him about me, then proceeded to abuse him horribly when Michael
couldn't tell him what he wanted to know.

Michael had bruises all over his body, possibly a few cracked ribs, a black eye,
and his left cheek was severely swollen.  But from what I could tell, Michael
had weathered better than David who had apparently been in the hospital for
several weeks before assisting Michael in stealing the van.

I had to take a break once I got that far, so I checked with my mother to see
how Suzi was.

"She's been mistreated, but not severely.  From what I can tell, she'll be okay
once the sedative they gave her wears off.  They haven't tampered with her mind.
What about the other one?  I take it you know him?"

I explained about Penny's two twin boyfriends and the hell they had been put
through.  We decided the best thing to do was to fly them both to the hospital,
meaning two of us would have to stay behind.

Joey and I stood by the van as the helicopter took off.  We both wanted to go
with them very badly, but knew we were stronger together and wasn't about to
make my mom stay behind.  I suppose that was the first instance were Joey and I
thought about it like that.

Just as the helicopter disappeared from our sight, a police car pulled up behind
the van with it's lights on.  Two policemen got out, hands on their holsters,
and told us to stay where we were and to keep our hands where they could see
them.

"Shit.  I bet they think we were driving the van," Joey said out loud.

"Officers, we just got here.  Honest.  We were dropped off by a helicopter
and...." I tried to explain as one of the officers made me spread'em.

"Now that's a new one," he said as he frisked me.  "He's clean, Burke."


"So's this one.  You boys are in a lot of trouble.  As if you didn't know it,
this van was stolen by two teenage boys."

"And because I don't see a helicopter, you two have the right to remain
silent..."

"Uhm, Tim?" Joey said as Officer Sinak continued reading our rights while they
handcuffed us.

"Hang on Joey.  Help's on its way," I said with a smile.

"That better mean your parents are coming for you. 'Cause if it doesn't..."
Burke began, hearing a familiar sound grow louder.

As my father's helicopter sat down,  I looked up at Sinak and said, "Uhm, that's
my ride.  Can I go now?"

Recovering from his shock, he said, "I'm sorry, son.  That doesn't prove a
thing.  We still have to take you....  Burke, didn't the description say two
black haired males?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean... Oh, it also said one of them had a black eye..."
Burke said, suddenly reaching for his keys.

"Sorry guys.  Simple case of mistaken identity," Sinak said after I finished
magnifying the differences between the descriptions and us in their minds.
Actually, I could have done more than just magnify, but tampering with the minds
of the law...  Isn't that some kind of federal offense?

They insisted on taking our names and addresses, saying we were on the scene
first and would they would need to get a statement from us.  So we gave some
bogus addresses and they let us on our way.  Yeah, I know.  We lied.  But isn't
fibbing a heck of a lot less... wrong.. than outright tampering?

While we were in the air, Joey and I opened a thought channel so we could
discuss the events.

"What I don't get is, if they had time to pick up everything of value and leave,
why didn't they take me with them too?" I thought to Joey.

"Maybe they saw it was too big of a risk.  What if they didn't have any more of
that drug and didn't want to chance you waking up and taking over the place?"

"Yeah, that sounds reasonable.  But they couldn't have known about you and mom
coming to get me, so why did they have David and Michael steal the van, then
send Michael off with Suzi as a decoy?"

"Hmmm.  Either this asshole is pretty smart, or pretty paranoid.  Hey, let me
see what you got from Michael's head again.."

I allowed him access to my mind, letting my attention wander to the ground below
us.

"Shit, Joey.  This is all my fault.  If I hadn't left Penny with her dad.."

"Don't start that shit again.  From what I see, Steven would have gotten his
hands on her sooner or later.  At least now we know how to protect ourselves."

"What.  You figured something out?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah.  I was comparing what you remember about Michael's mind last summer and
what you found today.  Those commands you gave him last year.  It doesn't look
like that drug can get around them.  Michael couldn't tell anyone what you told
him about Penny and her dad.."

"Whoa!  You mean...  All we have to do is send each other a command that would
stop us from doing whatever Steven says and the drug wouldn't work?"

"Something like that.  But not just Steven.  And we need to check Michael's head
out a little more and get a better idea what to prepare for.  But I think it
would work."

"Yeah... Man I hope so.."

Joey went back to examining my memories to see if he could find anything else,
while I sat quietly, trying to keep my mind from wandering too much.  As the
helicopter approached the hospital, I reached out to Suzi to check on her.

"Shit.  She's still out cold," I thought to Joey.

The helicopter that my father had 'borrowed' for my rescue wasn't anywhere in
sight when we landed on the chopper pad of the hospital.  I was a little
disappointed to find my mom had let the pilot go on his way.  That jet copter
had been really cool to ride in, but I didn't want Midge getting jealous and let
it drop from my mind.

Besides, there were more important matters to deal with.  Michael did in fact
have three cracked ribs, and they were also treating his swollen cheek when we
arrived.  But his most serious injury was an anal infection from the violent
rapings Steven enjoyed.  Actually, Michael's condition was mostly due to his
programming to ignore any physical discomforts he had while carrying out
Steven's or Penny's orders.  Michael simply hadn't been able to admit that he
needed medical attention while helping to prepare for my capture.



My mother was having a lot of difficulty explaining how Michael and Suzi had
obtained their injuries to a woman police officer when Joey and I found her.

"Mom, how are they?" I asked interrupting Officer Peterson's latest question.  I
quickly scanned the woman's mind, finding she didn't believe my mom was in any
way responsible, but had the feeling she also wasn't telling everything.  Kim
was a very intelligent woman, and I found myself respecting her sharp mind.

"Michael is going have to stay at least the night, and Suzi still hasn't woken
up.  They took a blood sample from her to try and find what they used on her."

"I take it you're friends of the two victims?" Officer Peterson asked.

"Yeah.  Michael's a friend of a friend, and Suzi's our girlfriend," I said, not
really paying attention to what I was saying.  Joey was busy checking out
Michael's head for himself, while I was fascinated by Kim's mind.  I was
considering telling her the truth, thinking she might be able to help us.

Kim had blinked at my slip up, but didn't waste any time on it.  She asked
several questions about our involvement, and after getting pretty much the same
story as my mother had given her, she thanked us and went to talk to the nurse
at the counter.

I was just about to discontinue my scanning of her mind when I felt her
momentary excitement as her partner walked up.

Officer Rick Corben was a six foot tall, dark haired, nicely built man with a
boyish face.  It was their third day as partners, and Kim was having second
thoughts about the arrangement when she found herself incredibly attracted to
him.  She had always had a thing for younger men, and on more than one occasion
found herself thinking indecent thoughts about some kid she had just booked.  It
always took a good romance movie or novel to get herself straightened out.

Corben was anything but what his innocent face portrayed.  He had used his looks
to get into the pants of many women, starting way back in the eighth grade. Even
though he had sex with three other women on the force, he had never allowed it
to interfere with his work.  So he had immediately put the thought of tasting
Kim's sex out of his mind as she turned it towards him.

Having already copied her home phone number into my head, I did the same with
Corben's before turning my attention to Suzi as I walked up to her bed.  Her
mind was asleep, and that's all I could get from her.  I felt Joey's concern
start to grow, so I slipped my arm behind his back and pulled him towards me. We
stood side by side with Joey's head resting on my shoulder as we both probed her
mind and body for signs of normal activity.

I didn't hear my mom leave the room, but when she came back in, Joey and I
stopped our probing.  Joey sat down while I turned my head towards my mom.  I
knew the moment I saw her face that it wasn't good news.

"What is it?" I asked.

"They couldn't find anything in her blood.  There's no trace of a drug."

"But why doesn't she wake up?" Joey said without looking up.

"They don't know.."

"Do they have any idea how long she'll be out?" I asked.

"No, dear.  I'm afraid...  they're not sure she will wake up."

Joey and I looked at each other, and immediately knew we had both come to the
same conclusion.  Before my mother even realized something was up, I sat down in
the chair next to Joey, and we closed our eyes and formed a share link with
Suzi.

Joey and I shuddered as we felt Suzi's energy mix with ours.  I realized I was
slipping down in my chair, and panicked when the experience with John popped
into my head.  I quickly connected with my mother, then started connecting up to
as many people as I could, trying to dilute the sleepiness I was quickly
succumbing to.  After the first ten or so people, Joey started to do the same.


My mom had to verbally say, "Boys, that's enough people!" before I realized we
had connected to nearly two hundred healthy individuals.  I still felt a little
tired, but I wasn't sure if it was from Suzi or just a result of our numerous
sharing links.

We started to close the links when Suzi yawned and opened her eyes.  Joey
reached the bed before I did, then we each took a hand to hold.

"What happened?" Suzi asked. "Where am I?"

"How do you feel?" my mom asked before we could reply.

"I guess I feel okay," Suzi said, trying to sit up.  When she accidentally
pulled the IV in her arm taunt, she said, "Ouch!  Ow...  I'm a little sore.. and
this needle in my arm doesn't help.."

My mom pushed the call button, and a few minutes later, the doctor was checking
her out.

My mom agreed with the doctor she should also stay the night for observation, so
Joey and I stayed with her after my mom went home in the helicopter.  We had
made the excuse we wanted to stay in case Steven or one of his helpers some how
manage to sneak in to grab them, but no one was fooled.  We simply couldn't bear
leaving her alone for the night.

We brought both Suzi and Michael to my mansion the next day after convincing the
doctors that Michael would be well taken cared for.  My father arranged for one
of his nurses to always be on duty with Michael, and I copied the information on
treating his infection into each nurse he sent.

Once Joey and I worked out what to do, we issued the commands to each other and
to Suzi to immunize us from Steven's drug.  Suzi went home afterwards, but Joey
stayed the night, and went to school with me the following morning.

Joey couldn't drive over after school because his dad needed his help with the
yard that afternoon.  I spent several hours with Michael trying to undo Steven's
brainwashing, but even though I didn't have any problems altering his mind, it
was like having a bag of bubble gum and trying to pull out all the pink ones out
without disturbing all the others.  I managed to fix a few things without
disturbing anything else, but on several attempts I found I actually made things
worse instead of better.

I finally came to the conclusion that I wouldn't be able to restore Michael back
to his original self.  I could attempt to recreate his original personality, but
I knew it wouldn't be anywhere near the real thing.

So when the twins showed up, I was glad to accept their emotional support.  But
when they insisted on seeing Michael, I wasn't that comfortable about it
considering their last meeting.  But I figured Michael was safe since David
wasn't there, and finally allowed them to see him.

Michael resembled a zombie in his current state.  He didn't really care about
anything.  He didn't speak unless spoken to, and unless he was told to do
something, he just sat, stood, or laid where he was and stared at whatever there
was to look at.  I planned to fix that once his body recovered, but for the time
being he didn't really care about the pain except that it was something the
nurse had to treat.

When we came into his room, he was on his stomach nude while the nurse was
treating his ass hole.  Actually, I had forgot to cancel the commands for the
nurse to pleasure her patients as much as possible and was now simply massaging
his back.

"Lynn, if you're finished treating his injuries, please leave us alone until
it's time for his next one."

"Yes, master," she said collecting her things.  For a moment, I considered
letting her treat me for a while, but then I didn't want my mind clouded while
the twins were with Michael.

Joy and Honey walked up and stood on opposite sides of Michael's head.  They
reached down and stroked his cheek and hair, then closed their eyes and
concentrated.

My curiosity almost made me interrupt to ask them what they were doing, but I
contained it and waited for them to finish.  They opened their eyes five minutes
later, then indicated to me they wanted to show me something.


I stood at Michael's head and attempted to copy what they were doing, but
finally just had to relax and let them lead me through it.

The empathic connection they helped me form finally seemed to focus and
intensify.  I suddenly felt Michael's presence, or more like I could feel his
soul.  As my mind concentrated on focusing on this feeling, it grew to the point
it was almost like I could see it.  Actually, when I recall the experience now,
it comes to me as an image with an assortment of feelings attached.  So I
suppose I was seeing his soul, and I immediately saw something wrong.  The
otherwise bright, nearly white 'object' looked as if it had been shot with a
paint pellet of dark ink.  The 'ink' had splattered on impact, spreading it's
little fingers outwards.

Well, the fingers were very thin and long, and they extended all the way to the
edges.  So just to give a full picture, imagine this.

You have a 8x10 picture of your sweet grandmother behind glass in a picture
frame.  You aim your paint pellet gun at the center, standing only a foot away.
You pull the trigger, and the paint pellet hits the picture and fractures the
glass on impact.  When you examine the now blotched picture of Granny, you find
the paint had spread along the cracks running from the point of impact to the
edges of the glass.  The splotch and the cracks was what I was 'seeing' on
Michael's soul.  I bet you never guessed those paint pellet guns were hazardous
to your soul, did you?

When I felt the image starting to blur, I dissolved the connection I had formed.
The twins knew I had seen what I needed to see, and I simply wasn't strong
enough to hold the connection without their help.

"That was... amazing," I said once I came back to my senses.  "I take it that
dark splotch was what Steven did to him?"

Their response was a 'yes', and that it meant something very important.

"What?  Come on, ladies.  I can't make any more sense out of what you just
showed me without more information.  What are you trying to tell me?"

I felt their frustration, and I got the feeling it was so obvious to them that
they couldn't understand why I hadn't figured it out.

"I've never seen someone's soul before," I said softly. "I mean it's obvious
that it isn't supposed to have that dark spot, but other than that, I don't know
what it's supposed to look like."

They just looked at me for a minute, and I could almost feel them discussing it
over somehow.  When the two nude twin beauties reached an agreement, they
indicated to me to follow them.

I was getting a bit frustrated myself after they led me to the other end of the
mansion and took the stairs to the third floor before finally arriving at the
door of Carol's and Vicki's room.

Vicki and Carol lived at my mansion because the limo they were assigned to had
its garage here.  They were the only two of my father's slaves who lived with my
mother and I.  The rest of the slaves who took care of the place or served at
special functions all lived their own lives in their own homes.  Only when they
were on duty at the mansions were they passive willing servants, ready fuck or
suck at our whim.  And so far, I hadn't taken advantage of them except for the
orgy last summer and the thing with Fanny and Kelly on my birthday.

I politely knocked, and Carol answered the door.

"Oh, master!  Why didn't you simply call?  We would have come to you!" she said
caressing my chest.

Vicki got up from her desk and started taking off her school clothes as quickly
as she could.  Her embarrassment of being caught with clothes on made her voice
a little unsteady as she said, "Yes, master.  We would have loved it if you had
called us to pleasure you."

Feeling a bit embarrassed about how pathetic they sounded, I started to turn red
while I said, "Uhm, actually, Joy and Honey were the ones who are here to see
you.  I think.  And, er, Carol, could you, like, stop?  I can't think straight
when you're getting me hard like that."

"Yes master," Carol said a little unhappily.

I gave Carol's left nipple a little twist for fun, then I had to fight her off
when she thought I had reconsidered.  I knew neither of them were all that needy
for sex.  After the incident with Fanny, I had talked things over with my dad
about removing the need for sex from the servants.  While he did allow me to
adjust some of the people who worked at my mansion, he wouldn't let me do it to
Vicki and Carol.  He simply took care of satisfying their needs by calling on
their limo two or three times a week.


The twins walked up to Vicki and had her lay down.  Once Vicki was flat on her
back, she was disappointed when all we did was touch her cheeks and forehead.

I felt the empathic connection form and the image of Vicki's soul come into
focus much faster this time.  Vicki's soul didn't have the shot-by-a-pellet-gun
look.  Instead, it appeared to have just a powdering of dark spots all over it,
making her soul look somewhat greyish instead of white.

The twins then showed me Carol's.  I was shocked to see that Carol's was almost
totally black, with only a few light spots here and there.  I remembered that my
father had replaced her memories and personality with ones he had constructed. I
understood some of what they were trying to tell me, but...  Not the important
part.

When I opened my eyes, the twins were looking at me, blinking their brown eyes
and waiting for me to react.

"Uhm, I still don't understand why you're showing me all this.  It's very
interesting, actually amazing is more like it.  But whatever you're trying to
get across to me, I'm..."

They walked out the door at that point, letting me know I was to follow them,
making no attempt to filter out their frustration during their brief message.

I was surprised when they led me to the kitchen, and I waited patiently while
they stood still in the middle of the room studying it.  They walked up to one
of the dishwashers and opened it.  I went and sat on a counter bewildered while
they examined the dishes carefully.  When they finished their inspection, they
simply closed the door and studied the room again.

They went through several cabinets until they found the dishes and selected
three of the clear glass plates.  Then they opened the door to the refrigerator
and examined the contents.  It didn't seem like they could find what they were
looking for.

"Hey.  Let's try just talking this out.  I wish you two could grasp the concept
of charades, but...  Okay.  I take it the plates are Michael's, Vicki's and
Carol's souls.  You were looking for something to use for the dark parts.  Hmm.
How about chocolate syrup.  Lord knows we have enough of..  No? Why not?"

Honey grabbed a plate and held it vertically while Joy took a bottle out and
squirted a stream of chocolate at it ten feet away.  Their eyes had never left
my face, yet Honey made a perfect bullseye.  Well, perfect except for the long
tail of chocolate on the floor.

"Oh.  It runs.  Okay.  Okay.  Uhm..  Tell me this.  Say I painted Carol's with
paint, then used the airbrush I got for Christmas last year to speckle Vicki's.
Okay, good.  And then I used a permanent marker to make Michael's... No?  What
do you mean by...  Wait a sec.  I think I know what would work for his."

I put on the coat and sandals, opened the walk in freezer's door and went over
to the ice cream racks.  I was trying to pick out a flavor that I didn't think
anyone would eat when I felt the twins get excited.  I turned around to find
they had followed me in, and were looking at the frost on the wall.

"What?  Get out before you catch cold.  No, you can show me whatever it is after
you get something on."

We returned to the freezer after they put their winter coats on and their fuzzy
slippers. They started using their fingernails to draw three circles in the
frost, each circle containing a different formation of frost.

"Okay, this one is Carol's..  No?  But it's the thickest and...  Okay.  Okay.
So it's Vicki's?  Michael's?!? <sigh> If you insist.  Then this light frost has
to be Vicki's.  Okay.  So?"

Joy used her fingernail to scrape a small portion of the light speckling of
frost off the wall of the freezer.  Then Honey did the same with the area where
the frost was just thick enough to hide the metallic surface.  They had only
scraped a path maybe 1/4 of an inch wide.


But when Honey stuck her nail into the area of frost that had grown to depth of
an inch or so, she couldn't move it.  It became quite apparent that it wasn't
doing what they expected.  Both twins started to dig their nails in, and
eventually pulled a huge chunk off.

"So?  What does...  Wait.  You're trying to tell me.. you know how to fix
Michael?  I mean, you know how to...  Oh..  I get it!  Like when you made Joey
and I your happy slaves, then tore it out all together.  You pulled it out in
chunks just like you did that piece of frost!  Oh!  I do get it...

"Vicki's is all speckled like that light frost.  You almost have to scrape away
each crystal in order to get it all.  And with Carols...  Sorta the same thing.
Kinda.  How come you couldn't just pry it off like with Michael's?"

They indicated to me to try it with the frost, so I did.  When I saw that the
frost wasn't solid enough to come off in chunks, I said so. I found I was
speaking to myself when the door slammed shut from the twin's exit.

I pried a thick chunk off for fun, but then left the freezer myself.  I had to
feel around for the twins, finding them on their way to Michael's room.  I ran
and caught them before they reached his door.

"Uhm, I know you want to help him, but, let's just wait until he's well.  And I
want to talk it over with my mom anyway.  Now stop it.  I trust you to do it, I
just don't want to rush into it.  If there is anything I've learned from dealing
with Penny's family is to try to figure out what could go wrong before doing
something.  Come on.  Let's jump in the tub.  I'm cold."

I was feeling very loving while we snuggled in the bubble bath with only our
heads above water.  We did this kind of thing quite often, always sharing
ourselves empathically, never feeling the need for anything more.  When my
mother and I started to stay at the North mansion every weekend, the twins and I
did do some making out, but after a while I guess I tired of it.  The twins
simply accepted it and didn't let it really bother them, or at least never let
on to me that it did.

I had my arms around them, holding us so we didn't drift apart.  I was thinking
about Penny, and then about the twin brothers.  This led to thinking about the
two twins I was currently holding, and how much I loved them and would do almost
anything for them to make them happy.  And, no, nobody had force me to feel that
way.

It suddenly struck me that the twins would enjoy some of the making out we used
to do.  In fact, I felt a bit guilty for not coming to that conclusion a long
time ago.  And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it.

Now I came the same dilemma that had stopped me several times in the past.  I
only had one mouth, so which one do I start necking with first?

I felt them both shift their position at the same time.  They always do things
like that.  I had gotten used to their synchronized movements a long time ago. I
even watched them take a dump before.  I swear, honest to God, I only heard one
plop.

My attention wandered down memory lane, trying to remember when they had ever
done anything... different than the other.  Even when Joey and I made love to
them that first time, Joey and I later compared notes to find they had managed
to do the same things, if not exactly the same time.

I concentrated on trying to figure out a way to start something up without
making it seem like I had favored one more than the other by starting with her.
I was so deep in thought I almost didn't notice Honey getting up and leaving the
tub.. without Joy.

"What?  Where are you going?" I asked confused as I watched Honey's wet body
walk out the door.

I looked at Joy's face, finding it looking at me and closing in for a kiss.  I
suddenly didn't recognize her.  She looked like this normal girl who was about
to kiss me.  It was as if I was seeing her face for the first time.  She wasn't
some well trained animal, or some kind of magical being with different needs.
Joy was a seventeen year old girl whose lips pressed against mine.


The twins and I have kissed many times before, but they had never initiated the
kiss, or led the foreplay in anyway.  But this time...

I admitted her probing tongue into my mouth, and almost forgot to return the act
when I felt her move her leg between mine and slide herself partially on top of
me.

The tub had seats molded into its floor and sides so anyone can lay comfortably
in the water without having to hold their heads above the waterline.  This was
good, since I would have surely drowned once Joy had gotten me fully aroused and
senseless.

We were actively sucking each others faces as her arms slipped under mine and
wrapped themselves behind me.  I pulled Joy the rest of the way on top of me and
stroked her lean body with my hands.  Again, I didn't recognize her when she
broke our lips apart and ran her tongue down to my neck.

She sucked at my neck right above the waterline, using her tongue and lips in a
way that gave me goosebumps while laying in the warm water.  My dick was
throbbing against her inner thigh, teasing both of us with its pulsing.

My eyes had closed, but my arms were constantly in motion, feeling every inch of
her hot body that I could reach.  But when her arms slipped up my back and over
my shoulders, my eyes snapped open as she pulled herself back up to my face.

The young woman's face that peered back at mine was full of passion.  Never had
I ever seen her face show so much emotion.  I almost thought I was dreaming, but
when she nibbled on my lip when I hadn't responded to her little kisses, I knew
it was really happening.

That's when I truly did 'wake up' and began to make my own advances.  I raised
my head and locked my lips on hers while I squeezed her ass with my hands.  And
just as she was starting roll her crotch against me, I sat up, then stood up,
keeping her tightly against me as I carried her to the bedroom.

Soaking wet and horny as hell, I laid her down on the bed.  OH my GOD she was
the sexiest thing I had ever seen!  Her perfectly tanned body, glistening wet
skin, her long dark wet hair spread out around her head as she breathed through
her mouth and stared expectantly at me.

When had her breasts become... more than just petite?  The last time I looked, I
could have sworn they hadn't been any bigger than the first time I had laid eyes
on them.  But now...  They, like their owner, had matured, completing the woman
that had only a few minutes before had been a girl to me.

Joy's breasts were not in any way unnaturally large.  But they weren't the
meager handfuls that I had long taken for granted.  They even kept most of their
shape while she laid there, absorbing my wonder, my joy, as I continued to
examine her body with my eyes.

Toes of perfection, feet to match, even they were an erotic sight to behold.  I
was compelled to just swoop down to lick and suck her lovely piglets, telling
her how this one had gone to the market, and another had gone home.  But I
wasn't finished with the feast her body had provided for my eyes.

Her legs were still glistening with moisture, causing my already throbbing dick
to surge.  Legs which had never had need of a razor, had never skinned their
knees, or even been exposed to the elements for any considerable length of time.
And just as my eyes left her knees, I gasped when her left leg bent and rotated
away from her right one, my eyes pulled to her awaiting sex.

Her triangle of curly hair seemed to suddenly open its pink mouth when Joy's
right leg began moving away from its center position.  I could see her wetness
within as she laid spread for me, and then I suddenly understood that the
wetness had been caused by her own examination of my body.

I had been flexing my muscles and giving her different views of my body, trying
to arouse her like she was doing to me.  I admit I was very pleased with the
results of Suzi's consistent nagging for Joey and I to work out in the weight
room with her cousin.  And, for the first time, I considered the possibility
that maybe women did find me sexy.  I had never really thought of it seriously
before.


My thoughts of this nature were forgotten when our hungry eyes met.  I crawled
onto the bed, laying my body between her spread legs and we locked our lips once
more.  But we both knew this kiss would be short, for my dick's head was already
slipping inside her steaming hot passage.

Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and pushed me inside her, filling
her wet hole with my firmness.  We were both pleased to find I had grown longer
and thicker since the summer when we last had sex.  She hadn't been the only one
maturing in the past several months.

This time was different in a more important way also.  We were just two people
in love, fulfilling each other's lust, doing it without any supernatural powers
interfering.

And it was a moment of discovery for both of us.  I stopped thinking of myself
as a kid, someone too young to make love to a mature and adult woman. Partially
because I was doing just that.

It was then I truly felt like a man.  Not like when I had lost my innocence with
Suzi and Joey the year before.  But physically, emotionally, perhaps even
mentally.  And right at that moment, something inside me was released from it's
captivity, wiping out my self doubts and fears while filling my mind and soul
with its presence.

Tim the boy was no more.  I was a person who had the name...

Timothy Jasper Brandton-Grodmen, or soon to many....

---------->>>MASTER<<<----------

I felt reborn.  My past life was just a warm up, practice for the real thing.
Joy's hot body beneath me became the focus of my newly awakened lust, my newly
awakened mind quickly processing the best method to give her the best fuck she
would ever have.

As I started my first plunge, the image of my adult self from my nightmare
formed in my head.  I simply tossed it aside, not needing it anymore.  I had
already decided what my destiny would be, and my overactive conscience would
just have to accept that.

But as my newly discovered man-sized cock plunged into her sex at a speed I had
never obtained before, I suddenly grabbed that image, and decided it was worth
keeping.  After all, the man it portrayed and the man I knew myself to be were
only similar in their looks, and I owed him a lot.  If it wasn't for him, I
would never have reached my true calling.

To complete my transformation into my new persona, I formed the image of the
part of me who had been terrified of what I could become.  That boy now appeared
so naive and immature, not trusting his own ability to love and be loved.  The
child who had wanted to die before he had even started to truly live.

I used the dream's format, creating the images of Joey on top of Suzi, but now
it was the boy's image penetrating Joey's ass.  The man whom I hated and to whom
I owed so much shoved his huge dick into the boy's waiting anus.  But this was
my moment, the moment of truth.  As the boy grew into the man I truly would
become, my foe became, no, not another boy, but the image of Penny's brother,
Steven.

When my man's image discovered he was being fucked in the ass, he clamped down
on the invading prick so hard that Steven screamed.  My ass crimped off the
nerves and blood vessels to his dick's head, rendering it permanently damaged,
never to be used for pleasure again.  I vowed that when I got through with him,
he would wish I had simply done just that.

All these thoughts had only taken no more than fifteen seconds, during which my
highly aroused body had topped out at its new found maximum thrusting speed.

I slowed my speed, and began exploring my new found abilities.  Or more
accurately, I started to try the things I had never allowed myself to try.  I
had always restricted myself, making lines in the dirt to mark my boundaries,
always knowing someday I would cross them.  And now I planned to find every one
of those damn lines just so I can cross them and rub them out.  I would never
draw a line in the dirt again.


I used my empathic skills on Joy, examining her like the animal she was, the
slab of meat I wanted to control in order to give her as much pleasure as I
could.  Before, I would never have allowed myself to look at anyone in that way,
fearing I would begin to treat them like livestock.

The most powerful concept I had made, the one that has changed my life the most
even to this day was simply: I can trust myself.  I now could do anything I
wanted without worrying that I was going down the wrong path.  Paths didn't
matter to me.  It was so simple, so clear to me.  If I didn't like where the one
I was on was taking me, I'd either take a different one, or make my own.  The
world was out there for my taking, and I knew it was safe... from me.

I probed Joy's responses as I made changes to my fucking, noting how it affected
her level of arousal and her wiggling.  I long ago understood there were two
different types of arousal.  Mental and physical.  They always worked together,
but the physical kind usually brought on a physical reaction, and the mental
kind an emotional reaction.  But both can be achieved using physical or mental
stimulus.

My own arousal I had under tight control, keeping me in the mood without
allowing my orgasm to start.  I no longer craved the release of my ejaculant.  I
lusted to make others cry with pleasure, beg for more, submit themselves to be
mine, then reward them by letting them go.  That was now my orgasm.  Sperm has
very little to do with it any more for me.  The release of someone I had broken
to my will was my own release.  That's my greatest high.

As I found the best pattern for my body's muscle contractions to maximize the
stimulation to her g-spot, I began slipping my arms underneath her.  With each
cycle of my muscles thrusting my penis's rim across her g-spot, Joy sucked in
another quick gasp of air while my hands were nearing their final target.  My
body was a tool to achieve my goal.  Its stimulation was of no concern.  I had
become my own master, but completely opposite to what my nightmare had
envisioned.

Joy was nearly helpless, having appeared to submit herself to the stimulation I
was providing.  Her well trained muscles inside her love canal continued their
attempts to give me the pleasure she was receiving herself, milking my pulsing
meat and randomly spasming to appear as if she had lost control.

Joy was good.  I found her mind analyzing my responses, adjusting her
techniques, and generating the responses I was using to do the same to her.  But
she wasn't disattached from her own body like I was, so her mind was constantly
having to give up its ground, allowing more and more of her true responses to
show.

The moment my index finger penetrated her ass hole, her entire body went rigid
as she had her first truly uncontrollable orgasm in her life.  Her mouth opened
in slow motion, producing its very first human moan as she completely let
herself lose control.

I increased my speed once more, straining every muscle in my arm to pump my
finger in concert with her jerky humping and my steady pounding.  She was
rocking her head back and forth, letting out moans of pure animal pleasure.  The
walls of her pussy spasmed in truly unpredictable ways, and finally her rose
completely relaxed just before another uncontrollable orgasm began its quake.

The time had come for me to take her ass.  I had calculated the exact movements
needed, so I simply and easily shifted my dick from her sex hole to the entrance
of her shit hole.

I extended my empathic connection to give her my love and my support as she
cried from the pain of my tool sliding into her ass.  But I felt no regret like
I had in the past.  This was just a part of life, and sometimes you have to go
through pain to gain an even greater pleasure.

My shaft sank into her resisting rectum without slowing until it was fully
inserted.  Now I rested, forcing myself to not move for thirty seconds, then
surging my dick with blood to force it to its greatest size.  I was using my
empathic power to its maximum ability in reassuring and calming Joy while the
pain caused by my inflating cock washed through her.


Honey had returned as soon as she felt Joy's pain, and now was shaking all over
uncontrollably as her sister continued her cries.

I allowed my dick to return to its normal size, then I patiently waited until
Joy calmed herself and gave me permission to pull it back.  She cried again, but
when I pushed it back in, she was able to keep her mouth shut.  I knew she was
starting to feel the pleasure, and I only had to do it twice more before she
relaxed.

I decided that keeping myself disattached from my own body's pleasure was the
wrong path in this case, so I slowly allowed my mind to receive the signals my
dick was transmitting.

And I was glad I did.  Her ass was as sexually pleasurable as any other part of
her body.  Its tightness redefined my idea of a good fuck.  Her self control
still hadn't returned, so I soon was making her cry with pleasure, loving her
desperate screams more than the feeling of her spasming ass around my dick.

When my right hand stimulated her clit directly,  her eyes and mouth opened wide
while she gave out a silent scream.  Her body stiffened and jerked, stiffened
and jerked, and finally triggered my own orgasm, of an intensity I had never
felt before. The mental and physical stimulus had combined into a orgasmic
explosion of nuclear proportions.

I woke up on the floor, having fallen backwards off the bed in my orgasmic
release.  I wasn't hurt from the fall, but man, did my dick and arm feel sore
from the torture I had put them through.  I got up off the floor and found the
twins both asleep, one on the bed, the other on the floor where she had
collapsed.  To my amazement, I found that they both had wet themselves, the
final defeat to their self control.

I gently placed Honey in my bed, then moved Joy next to her so she wasn't laying
in the wet spot she had created. I studied the two women, seeing them for what
they really were.  My sisters, my lovers, my friends.  Nothing would ever take
that from me.  Not even myself.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 3 - The New & Improved Tim
(mf, fat)

The next day at school, Suzi and Joey immediately noticed the difference in me,
but they didn't say anything until we were at lunch.

Our lunch table was a pretty popular table to sit at by now.  Joey, Suzi, John,
Brad, and of course myself were always reserved seats, but the rest was first
come first served.  Today we had what had become a threesome sitting with us,
namely Janos, Missy, and Linda.

Because everyone knew of our abilities, Joey, Suzi, and I didn't have to hold
conversations at lunch in secret any more.  But on this occasion, Joey thought
that maybe we should.

"So, what was that 'thing' you did in 2nd hour all about?" Joey thought to me.

"What thing?" I said out loud.

"Huh? Janos said, thinking I was speaking to him.

"You know," Joey said verbally.  "You've never had Mrs. Trist or any teacher
show their tits to you, especially not in class."

"You did?" Brad said.  "Man, would I have liked to have seen that."

"You didn't miss much," I admitted.  "They were all droopy.  But Mrs.
Randel's...  Now there's a nice pair of tits.  I can arrange a little stripte.."

"Tim!  What's got into you?" Suzi said astonished.  "First you borrow Berry
Johnson's car before school and drove it around like a maniac, then you spun
people around like tops in first period.  John, what'd he do in third period?
Turn everyone into two year olds that needed a spanking?"

"Hey, that's a good..." I started, then changed my mind.  "Go ahead, John.  Tell
'em."

"Uhm, well...  I was like horny and, uhm...  Well, I kinda pretended Mrs. Randel
liked me, and uhm..."  John said, turning red.

"I don't believe it," Joey said.  "You made her blow him?"

Everyone was looking at me with shock plainly visible on their faces.  Well, all
but John who was currently relieved that no one was making his blushing worse by
looking at him.

But I was smiling, not turning red, not trying to find reasons I did those
things.  Not the new me.

"Joey, you can stop trying to probe me for tampering.  There isn't any.  I've
turned over a new leaf.  It's time for me to stop worrying about becoming
corrupted.  You and Suzi were right the whole time.  I'm not going to lose
control and ruin everyone.  I'm like...  Free to do anything I want.  And I know
I'll never want to hurt anyone.  Well, except maybe Steven."

"But...  Does that mean you feel you can make anyone do.. things against their
nature?" Suzi finally said.

"Of course not.  Randel had fantasized doing something like that ever since she
started teaching high school.  And Trist was a stripper back in college, and
sorta missed the way it made her feel sexy when those college guys would stare.
Nobody was in any danger when I drove Berry's car around the track, and I gave
those people I spun an easy A on the next test which they were worrying about.
And no, I did not cause Steinberg to moon everyone from the bus window.  He did
it himself, and I was as surprised as everyone."

"Come on, guys.." I said when no one said anything for a few minutes.  "I feel
like I've been let out of jail after being wrongfully put in there.  I'm still
the same guy you knew.  Just a little more... carefree.  If it will make you all
feel better, I'll try to tone it down for a while.  But I can't promise
anything."

The conversation at the table for the rest of the lunch period was on the quiet
side, but I figured they would get used to the new me in a little time.  But I
wanted Joey and Suzi to understand I wasn't giving into my desires and would
someday wind up like Steven or worse.

So after we dumped our trash and stacked up our trays, I put one arm over Joey's

shoulders and the other over Suzi's.  My mind recalled another important day in
the history of our relationship that started with the very same gestures.  I
smiled to myself and couldn't help but echo the words from our past.

"I've been thinking.  The three of us have done practically everything together.
I love you two more than anything, and I know you feel the same about me. You're
both worried about the fact that I feel so...  Free!" I said spinning us around
outside the cafeteria.


"I think it's time for you two to get to know the new me.  And first I want to
show you that you don't have to worry about me.  I'm going to become like Santa
Claus and give people things they never imagined they could ever have.  And
right now, someone desperately needs a little Christmas right now."

Mellie Taho, AKA Jelly Jello, was fat.  Her face was fat, her thighs were fat,
her ass was fat, her hands, fingers, toes, and feet...  you get the idea.

To make matters worse, she was always horny.  She masturbated three times a day
at school, had a collection of XXX videos, and constantly was going to the
sporting events to see who was well equipped.  Swimming and wrestling were her
favorites, and often dreamed of the entire swimming team ripping her clothes off
to pinch and feel her mounds of fat.

She was a Vietnamese orphan who was shipped to the states and adopted by young
couple at the age of six.  Her adopted father's fourteen year old brother
introduced her to sex at the age of nine, and they did it intermittently for
nearly two years before he found a girlfriend his age.   He told her he wasn't
interested in a girl with such little meat on her bones, not explaining he was
talking about her tiny breasts.  Mellie's weight tripled in six months, and she
later was devastated when he called her a fat slut.

But while she had been porking out, she also had been masturbating, and by the
time she saw the truth about him, her mind had associated the fattening foods
and increased weight with her sexual release.  Every time she tried to lose some
weight, she would eventually break down and pork out, producing multiple orgasms
as she ate and frigged.

Mellie had just sat down in her fifth period freshman English class when she
remembered Tory Dial was going to be reading his story in class.  She pressed
her thighs together, feeling her already wet panties get a little warmer from
the fresh juice she was making.

Of all the cocks she wanted, Tory's was on the top of her list.  Not only was he
the best swimmer on the freshmen team, his joy pouch looked fuller than the
rest, and the fact he resembled Chris, her adopted father's brother, only made
him even more desirable.

She brought herself out of her lustful fantasy when the bell rang and reached
for her purse to get her pen.  As she dug through the empty candy wrappers and
sticks of gum, her eyes caught a slight movement of someone standing beside her.

"Mellie?  Hi, my name is Su..  Sabrina...  I'm here to help you," Suzi said.

"Huh?" Mellie said, glancing around to see if anyone was looking.  No one seemed
to notice anything unusual was happening.  In fact, Mr. Gridden was starting
class while this stranger was standing in the middle of his classroom.

"Help me?  With what? My English paper?  I've already.."

"No no..  I'm going to help you with men.  You know...  Like Tori over there."
Suzi said, pointing to Jack Kinney.

I pulled her hand back so she was aimed at the right person, then knelt down
beside her when I realized several people in the back were bobbing back and
forth like pendulums.  Even though they couldn't see me, they couldn't see
through me either.

"What do you mean, help me with... men," Mellie said, suppressing her urge to
press her legs together tightly again as her twat tingled.  "You're gonna get me
into trouble if you don't leave me alone."

Suzi grinned and said, "No you're not.  Right now, nobody can see you, hear you,
or even feel you."

"Mr Gridden.." Mellie said as she put her hand up.  "Mr. Gridden, this girl is
bothering... Mr. Gridden!  Hello?"

Suzi looked down at me with a questioning look, so I smiled and nodded.

"Maybe I can help you get his attention," Suzi said, slipping her fingers under
the base of her shirt.

Mellie watched in shock as Suzi pulled her shirt up over her head, then removed
her bra.

"Hey Mr Gridden!  Look at me!" Suzi cried.  She put her arms above her head and
shook her naked chest, follow by her covered ass.  The rush Suzi got from the
embarrassment she felt was almost as much as the rush Joey and I got watching
her.

"Shit, Suz," Joey exclaimed from his seat on the teacher's desk.  "If you're
going to do that any more, I'm gonna have to leave or something."

"Who are you?" Mellie asked, not hearing Joey's comments.

"Who am I... I'm like your fairy sex mother.  Eww..  That sounded corny.  I need
a better name."

"How about.. The ghost of virginity's past?" Joey snickered.

"You want me to give you a name?" Mellie asked, confused.

"No, not you....  Never mind.  Just call me Sabrina...  So, how about it?  This
fairy godmother doesn't have all day."

"I guess so, er, Sabrina.  But why are you helping me?  Did I do something and
you're my reward?"

"Why am I helping you... Hmm," Suzi said, nudging me.  "Because, lets see..
Because you lost your real parents, and you were tricked by your adopted uncle,
and I think you'd be a great fu.." Suzi paused to stomp on my hand, "a great
friend to someone."

"Who?"

"Er, you have to wait.  I'm not going to tell your future too.  That costs
extra," Suzi said as she put her bra and shirt back on.

"You mean I have to pay for this?"

"No.  Although I'm starting to wish I was getting paid," she said looking at me.
But then she turned to Mellie's chubby face and said, "Take your stuff to your

locker and leave everything there.  Then meet me by the soda machine in the
boy's locker room."

"The boy's locker..  WAIT!  COME BACK!" Mellie cried when I made Suzi disappear
in her mind.

"The boy's locker... By the soda machine...." Suzi said as she and I left the
room.

Mellie ran out of the room a few moments later, with Joey on her tail to make
sure no one would see her.

Suzi and I headed straight for the boy's gym, finding the gym class getting
ready to start their basketball game.  Suzi's pet Kyle was surprised to see us,
and immediately came over to us.

"Hi.  You guys want me?" he asked hopefully.

"We didn't come here specifically for you, but I'm happy you're here," Suzi
said, stroking his bare chest.

"Oh, Mistress.  You're...  <moan>  I'll do what ever you want."

"I know..." Suzi said after giving him a hot kiss.  "We're going to help
someone, and we need to borrow a few guys from your gym class."

I finished my blanket command, and managed to 'throw' it by myself.  It sort of
worked, catching everyone but three guys, but I quickly rectified that.

"Okay, guys..  Line up," Suzi cried.  "How many of you fellas been with a woman
before?"

"Uhm, Suzi?" I said when most of them raised their hands.  "You're going to have
to be a little more... specific about what you mean.   All those who are still
virgins, sit down."

Almost half of the guys who had their hands up sat down, along with the other
six who hadn't.

"Oh well," Suzi sighed.  "Okay.. The eight of you will have to do..  Tim? If any
of them look good to me later, can I keep 'em?"

"Maybe.  We'll see."

Suzi lead the nine guys out the door while I made arrangements so the remaining
virgins wouldn't notice their classmates were gone.  Then I followed the others
down to the locker room.

As expected, Mellie was already inside.  Joey let us in the back way and carried
the bottles of oil into the varsity locker area where Suzi led her group.

"How many of you are wearing jock straps?" I asked.  "Okay, you four strip down
to them, the rest of you, take everything off."

There was considerable resistance to that, especially from the five who weren't
wearing jocks.  But I didn't have to do a thing to convince them after Suzi
stripped, picked up two bottles of oil and said, "Who's first?"

As Suzi started oiling up the first volunteer, I started to give them my
pep-talk.

"Men, standing outside this room by the soda machine stands a young girl who has
been wronged in life.  Her parents are dead, and the guy who took her cherry
when she was only a child dumped her for a slut his own age.  Some of you will
probably find her body to be a turn off at first.  She's fat.  Very fat.  In
fact she has enough extra skin to make two more people.  But underneath all that
extra padding lives a little girl who only wanted to be loved and adored."

The looks I was getting from them wasn't very encouraging, so I changed my
approach.

"Now, I know.  You're thinking why should I care about some fat chick with a sad
story.  I'll tell you why.  That girl out there is a sex demon ready to be born.
She has more lust in her pinkie than all of you have in your dicks.  Her layers
of skin and fat are just waiting for men, real men, with long tongues and
sucking lips to gorge themselves on her mountains of flesh.  Her breasts are
larger and fuller than your heads, and her ass.... Her ass waits to be groped
and felt.

"And then there's her pussy.  Her cunt.  Her fuck hole.  That mountain of
orgasmic pleasure hasn't been fucked for three years and longs for cock so bad,
she is always wet.  Yeah, you guys know what I mean.  And her pussy juice almost
pours out of her when she friggs herself sitting on the can in the girls
restroom, dreaming of one of you rubbing their dick against her blubbery skin,
or sucking her waves of fat.  And when she imagines feeling one of you roll her
enormous thighs apart and plunge your skinny, bony face into her sopping wet
womanhood, she pretends your open mouth and entire face gets hits by her sex
drink, instead of ending up on the floor wasted for all eternity.

"So, if there is any boy here who doesn't wish to experience a once and a life
time sexual feast meant for the gods, they can stay here as the men go pick up
your pretend Mistress, play along with the illusion that you're all just a bunch
of willing slaves, and go forth to put a terrible wrong to right.  Turning a
sweet lonely fat girl into the slutty woman she so desperately wants to become."

My speech was a little too good.  Not only did it stop Suzi's work, but I also
found Joey getting stripped himself.

Right then, the world seemed to stop.  Sounds, movements, everything around me
failed to gain my attention as I looked at Joey's nude body.  Once again, I
hadn't noticed how Joey's body had been developing the past several months into
the well built young man he had become.  I felt my heart painfully sadden at his
masculine figure and powerful muscles.  I knew Joey and I would never again feel
comfortable holding each other, or fondling each other.   We simply were not
attracted to men at all, and all I could see standing before me was just that.
In fact, I felt somewhat disturbed looking at his muscular ass.  I just couldn't
believe it was over.

When he looked up and met my eyes, Joey saw my sad look and frowned.  He gently
probed at my mental shield, so I lowered it and let him in.  His own face
saddened and his hardon went down.  The sounds and movements of the others
started to penetrate my shock, and as I took notice of what the others were
saying to me, Joey slipped his underwear back on, deciding he wasn't going to
participate after all.

I finished my arrangements, picked Suzi's light body up, and laid her down
across the nine oiled men's paired shoulders.  Suzi knew what to do, so Joey and
I remained behind as she was carried out to start Mellie's new life of sexual
fulfillment.  But before I went to help deliver that new life, there was an old
one which had to be concluded first.

Joey wrapped his arms around me from behind, just like I knew he was going to
do. His chin came to rest on my left shoulder, and I couldn't help but shed a
tear.

"I'm sorry," Joey said softly.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about," I replied. "It's no one's fault,
you know."

"I know, but I'm still sorry.  I still love you, but you already know that," he
said, rubbing my chest like only he and my mother do.  "I don't know, Tim.  We
aren't kids anymore, but we're not finished growing.  At least I hope we're not.
And.. I can't believe I'm saying this, but feeling your muscular chest and your
hard ass is really starting to turn me on."

I turned around and struck him in the jaw.  Not hard enough to damage anything,
but enough to shock him.

"Don't you ever let me hear you talk that way again, Joey Theodore Connor.  You
have never been comfortable about the possibility of liking homosexual sex with
men, and you're not going to force yourself now just for my sake.  We're not two
horny boys experimenting with the pleasures of sex anymore.  So don't look at me
like tha.."

Joey pushed me on to the floor and landed on top of me, stunning me more than
anything.

"Look, you fuck head.  I'll not ready to say it's over.  And if you think for
one minute I'd make myself want homosexual sex because of you..." Joey savagely
kissed me, causing a stirring in my groin and a shocking lust to continue it
when he broke off.

"You think too highly of yourself.  You know, you may have turned over a new
leaf, but you are the same old Tim I fell in love with.  And that's the Tim I
want to butt fuck.  Not Tim the Man.  Now pull yourself together and get back to
work," He said getting up.  "I'm going to go find Julie or someone and have a
quick fuck.  Between your speech, Suzi's oiled body, and your hard bod, I'm
about ready to rip anyone's clothes off and rape their ass, male or female."

I watched him walk out the back entrance before getting up.  I heard Suzi say
something meant for me, so I checked on their progress.

"I said... Our visitor should be getting sleepy any... That's better.  Boys,
help Mellie out of her clothes and oil her up."

Everyone but Kyle hesitated.  It appeared my pep-talk had worn off, and they
were all having second thoughts.  So to save time and energy, I gave them a
surge of lust when ever they laid eyes on Mellie.  Their dicks snapped back up,
and one by one they followed Suzi's command.

Mellie's eyes were fogged over while the five oiled 'men' undressed her. The
other four remained with Suzi, each holding a bottle of oil in their hands,
waiting anxiously for the first group to step away and reveal their work.

When they did, the six of us stared, seeing her large nude body for the first
time.  Her hugeness was almost as incredible as the way she moved as she
breathed.  It was gross, yet it very erotic looking at her like that, and when
one of the guys moved forwards without being told, there was suddenly no need to
stimulate their desire any more.

All four oilers were busily rubbing their hands all over Mellie's moaning body
when she finally wanted to sit down on the floor.  Suzi broke it up and had them
move into the shower area before letting them continue.  The other five were
trying to get a piece of the action by then, and Mellie eventually laid down to
spread herself out as much as possible, allowing seven of the nine to work at
the same time.

After watching hands roll and kneaded Mellie's blubber all over her body for a
few minutes, I started to move towards Suzi to start our own little rub-down.
But Suzi had other ideas.  She grabbed a forgotten bottle, yanked Kyle from the
swarm of hungry males, and pulled him down to the ground with her.  I watched
Suzi squirm as Kyle began thoroughly oiling her breasts and tummy, neither one
noticing me standing five feet away.

I wasn't really upset.  Suzi was doing what Joey and I had been doing for the
past six months.  Enjoying the diversity of pleasure my power brought to us.  It
was almost a relief she finally allowed herself to simply take the initiative
like that.  As far as I knew, that was the first time she hadn't just let her
slaves decide when to start something.

And yet, it was kind of painful to see her forget me like that.  But I kept
telling myself I had done the same thing many times, although never while she
was standing right there alone.

I tore my eyes off them as Kyle's nose dived into her mound, and concentrated on
the mass of moaning flesh I was responsible for.

The eight extremely aroused males constantly struggled to keep their hands on
Mellie's jiggling body, never quite able to do much more than fondle her oiled
layers of skin.  So I began directing their movements in a more orderly fashion.
I made them spread her legs and arms out, then assigned one at her head, one at
her puss, one at each breast, and the remaining four received a limb for
themselves.

Very quickly the hands were replaced with their mouths and tongues.  The body
oil was quite tasty, and sweat quickly replaced the oil in depleted areas.  I
had to take even more control over the feeding males when a fight almost broke
out.  Mellie had cum with a loud cry, flooding Neil's mouth and face with her
sexual juices.   The slurping sounds Neil made were so loud and obvious, they
all scrambled to take their place at Mellie's wet cunt.

So now I was instructing them to take turns and concentrate on only Mellie's
pleasure and not their own.  Once the third gusher had been cleaned up, Mellie
suddenly lurched to her left, then again to the right, snagging a dick with each
hand.  After stroking the pricks for a while, she started to cry for the others
to rub their dicks against her.

Mellie orgasmed again from the sensations of stroking the cocks with her mouth
and hands, feeling two more fuck across her breasts, and another pair humping
away on her big fat thighs like dogs around a bitch in heat.  The only cock what
wasn't in use was the one where she wanted it most.

One by one the seven dicks came, each one spurting their wad on her massive
stomach, breasts, and thighs.  I then made them rub their spunk all over her
skin, driving Mellie to another orgasm.

Once Mellie had finished spurting her own load, she started crying for one of
them to fuck her.  I was having to restrain them all from following that request
as I stripped for my own entrance.

Joey and Julie entered the locker room as I slipped my underpants off.  I
quickly sent the commands to Mellie making Julie invisible to her, then had an
idea and asked Joey to help.

Mellie and her eight rubbing and sucking attendants were startled out of their
lusty daze by an explosion of white light and wind.  They didn't move from their
positions as a hovering white ball of energy grew to three feet in diameter in
front of them.  Another flash and gust of wind came from the ball as a handsome
figure emerged out of it.

I carefully stepped over the imaginary threshold, keeping the illusion Joey and
I were supplying.  Once I stood up straight, Joey began closing the portal,
quickly bring the special effects to an end.

The eight stunned servants remembered their instructions and started bowing to
me on their knees.  My eyes never left hers, and no words were said as I stepped
forward then waited for the 'slave' between her legs to crawl away.  I kneeled
down between her spread thighs, crawled my way up her mountainous body, and
paused with my dick's head just below her slit.

Her hands tried to pull me up to enter her when I didn't continue, but my gaze
began to burn through the fog in her eyes.   When they were clear, I gently
kissed her parted lips, pleasantly surprised by her equally gentle response.
Once my lips pulled away, she opened her eyes and peered into mine again.

I said into her mind, "You have a choice to make, Mellie.  From this day on, you
will no longer stay in the shadows to passively watch the boys.  You will talk
to them, let them know who you are, and what you want.

"You can become the fat slut you want to be so badly, making yourself into a
fuck toy to be used by the men around you.  Perhaps even experiencing your dream
of fucking the entire swim team and sucking every dick you can get your hands
on.

"But there is a second option open to you.  You can become the loving, sexually
appealing woman you were meant to be.  All you have to do is focus yourself on
the goal of getting slim in order to make Tory so hot for your body that he begs
you to fuck him, and not the other way around.  You have it within you to make
each and every one of those guys worship you as a goddess, instead of the whore
you are becoming."

I saw her struggle with my words, weighing them against the incredible orgasms
she had when she pigged out.  I knew it wasn't something she would be able to
decide that instant, but suspected her lust for Tori was stronger than for her
food.

Her lips sought mine, so I gave her a passionate kiss before luring her into
sleep and rolled off of her.

We barely had enough time to shower, dress, and return Mellie to her class
before she woke up startled by the bell.

As her classmates left the room, Mr. Gridden noticed her confused looks and
asked, "Mellie, is there something wrong?"

"I... guess not," she said as she got her stuff together to leave.  "For a
moment I just forgot where I was."

"Well, next time you fall asleep in class, I'll make sure to remind you," Mr.
Gridden said.  He was rather confused why he had let her sleep through the
entire class, but then promptly forgot all about it.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 4 - Domination 101
(dom/sub)

"So, do you think it worked?" Joey said as we walked out.

"I think so.  And if it didn't, she'll just have to live with it.  I don't want
to fight my urge to fuck like that again.  I was considering even doing her
ass."

"And what an ass it was.." Joey said remembering.  "You know something?  I kind
of hope she doesn't lose all that weight.  She's so big..  She's fucking
erotic."

"Yeah, me too.  Listen, I'm going to sixth period.  Do you want to keep an eye
on Suzi's fun, or shall I?"

"Uhm, I was kinda hoping you would join me for some fun ourselves, but if you
don't feel like it..  I can do it."

"Thanks Joey.  I'll meet you in the weight room after school," I said as I
hurried away.  I had a very good reason to not miss the beginning of sixth hour.

Mrs. Johnson taught the Consumer Economics class I took that second semester.
It wasn't until the third day sitting in her class that I ran across something
interesting about her.

I was browsing a few of my classmate's heads who I was not familiar with, when I
suddenly felt a weak probe touch me.  I instantly concentrated on my work, some
how managing to keep my excitement from forming until after the probe finished.
Once I concluded that the probe wasn't going to return, I started doing my own
probing, using my empathic skills which could not be detected by others.

I had scanned the entire class, and almost gave up when I noticed Mrs. Johnson
staring intensely at a girl named Becky.  When I scanned Mrs. Johnson, I found
her aroused, and seemed to feel a need to dominate someone.  When I determined
she wasn't really aware how her probing actually worked, I took a chance and
probed her thoughts.

What I found had surprised me, and I had been strongly tempted to get involved
in her game of domination and submission.  But the old me felt it would be wrong
to tamper in this case, and pushed my good ideas about it out of my mind.

Today I was going put several of those ideas to work.  As I sat down in my seat,
I checked to get caught up on Mrs. Johnson's plans.  I was a little disappointed
to find she had rescheduled her after school get-together tomorrow for next
week, but that wasn't going to spoil my fun today.

Mrs. Johnson and I both carefully watched Becky come into the classroom and sit
down at her desk.  Becky kept her eyes lowered, feeling Mrs. Johnson's steady
gaze beat down on her, making Becky's heart pound and stirring the tingling
feeling in her groin.  Just before the bell rang, my own steady gaze was
noticed, first by Becky, followed by Mrs. Johnson.  

When Becky gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, Mrs. Johnson suddenly found
herself with a competitor.  The very idea one of her students could possibly
dominate her own submissives, and possibly herself, stirred her anger, and to
her surprise, her lust.

She switched mental gears when the bell rang.  She started class just as usual,
but her eyes kept returning and lingering on me as she talked.  When she passed
out the workbooks we were going to be using for the rest of the year, she
attempted to begin her domination of me by holding the workbook out too far away
for me to reach without stretching.

Oh, she was good.  She made it appear as if she had too many of them in her
hands and would drop them if she attempted to hand me mine.  But instead of
getting up and giving in to her game, I simply asked the person in front of me
to grab one and pass it back.

I saw the momentary fury in her eyes, and gave my response with a wink.  That
did make her drop the workbooks, and while the others around her helped pick
them up, I just sat there ignoring the fact that they were piled around my feet.

I watched her thoughts as she lectured on today's material, finding her
interlacing her presentation with brief thoughts of our power struggle.  She
slipped once by starting the word 'domination' on the board, realizing her error
by the time she had made it to the 'a'.

She had to fight her own arousal when she looked at me while she erased the
word.  My gaze let her know that I had been very amused by her lack of control.
The embarrassment she felt was amplified and went straight to her crotch.  And
so far, I hadn't done anything but monitor her thoughts.

When she didn't continue her dual thought processes, I decided to do something
else.  The next time she gazed at me with a dominating look,  I simply turned my
head slowly towards Becky and gazed at her with my own domination stare.
Naturally, Mrs. Johnson followed my gaze to her newest toy, then quickly glanced
back and forth between us a few times.  Our little staring games hadn't gone
unnoticed by the rest of the class, and her moving eyes had caused some
discussion.

Mrs. Johnson got a hold of herself and announced we would have a little quiz.
She was sure I hadn't been concentrating on the material she had just presented,
and she was right there.  After the quiz, she assigned us some work in the
workbook while she graded the quizzes.  She didn't dig mine out like she wanted
to, not wishing to give me the satisfaction of grading mine first.  To her
dismay, I got a perfect score, never noticing I had written as she called out
the questions, listening to the answers as she thought them.

She looked up from my quiz to see me hard at work with a smile creeping onto my
face.  I didn't look up, but mouthed the word "submit" which made her even more
furious and wet.

Her eyes didn't stay long, but took a glance at Becky before making them stay on
the papers she was grading.  When she finished her work, she finally allowed
herself to look up, finding me missing from my desk.

Her eyes shot straight over to Becky's also empty desk, then stood up quickly
with shock and rage.

"Where did they go!" she demanded from the class.  

To her astonishment, no one seemed to know who "Tim and Becky" were.  As far as
they knew, our two seats had always been empty.  But when a girl asked what
'submit - teacher's lounge' was on the board for,  her frustration ended as she
felt her body go cold with fear.  She told the class that she had to step out,
and may not be back in time for dismissal.

As she made her way to the teacher's lounge, Mrs. Johnson started to recover
from her momentary weakness. By the time she made it to the lounge's door, she
was not only over it, but furious by my actions.  

She flung the door open and stomped in with fire in her eyes, and had to quickly
extinguish them when she nearly walked straight into Principal Higgs.

"Nancy, what's the matter?" he asked her.  "Rough day?"

"Just this hour.  Have you seen two of my students in here?"  she said with a
remaining hint of anger.

"No, but someone did leave a message for you on the message board.  What does
'submit - conference room 2' mean?"

She didn't answer, just took a quick glance at my message and took off out the
door. 

"I guess she doesn't need this any more," Higgs said to another teacher as he
erased the dry erase marker off the message board.

"Why did you write it on there in the first place?" the teacher asked.

"No idea.  Just all of a sudden I felt...  Hmm...  I think I better catch up
with Mrs. Johnson," Higgs said before he hurried out.

When he reached the conference room, Mrs Johnson had already come and gone.  He
glanced at the chalk board and nearly blew his top at the message.

"submit - Higgs' office....  Why that little manipulator," he muttered as
hurried out the door.  He glanced at my three private rooms across the hall and
said loudly, "Tim, you better not be doing what I think you're doing."

"I'm not," I said to myself as I watched his mind hurry down the stairs towards
the second floor.  "Becky, take your shirt off and show me how pretty your tits
are.  NOW, slut!" I said forcefully, sending a wave of pleasure through her
body.

"Yes,.. uhm, ah..."

"Master."

"Yes, master. OH!" Becky shuttered as her orgasm rippled through her, triggered
from her own words.

The secretary had just sat back down in her chair when Higgs rushed in and went
straight to his office.  A moment later he came out and said, "Has anyone been
in my office since I left?"

"No, not that I know of," his secretary said.  Then as he hurried back out, she
suddenly noticed she had chalk dust on her skirt.

"I wonder how that happened," she said as she shook off the remains of my
message she forgot she had erased.

The bell rang as Mrs. Johnson arrived at her last message.  She was out of
breath, tired, and sweating from all her activity. She didn't actually expect to
find me or Becky in the faculty women's rest room, and she was right.  But what
she didn't expect to find was the message 'Submissive, go home' written with
lipstick on the mirror.

Mrs. Johnson stood there staring at the mirror, not knowing what to do.  Her
eyes suddenly focused on her reflection, seeing her usually orderly image
completely disorganized and out of control.  Her hair was a mess, and her sweat
had ruined her makeup.  She stared at this stranger, realizing she had lost.

She sighed her surrender, then attempted to make herself look half-way decent.
Once the halls had quieted down a bit, she strode out of the restroom and made
her way towards her room.

Higgs found her as she walked down the hall on the second floor.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"I'm fine.  I just... had a little trouble with a student, but we worked it
out."

"Well, I hope you did.  I watched your class until dismissal.  Don't leave them
like that again," he scolded.

"I won't," she said, never looking up.  She couldn't bear for him to see how
defeated she felt.  How she felt intimidated by him.  Even submissive to him.
She had always been the dominate one, even when dealing with Higgs, her boss.
The power gave her such a rush.  She never imagined how hot submitting to
someone would make her feel.

"Nancy, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine.  I'm just a little tired, that's all.  Thank you for watching my
class for me.  I won't let it happen again."

Higgs was about to say something, then shrugged and gave her a friendly pat on
the back before leaving her at the door of her own room.

She walked up to her desk, and suddenly noticed the message on the board.

"Turn around?" she said out loud.  Then she did so.

I sat in the back row with my feet up on the chair in front of me. She stared at
me, not moving, not knowing what to do.

"Nancy, come here," I said when her gaze finally dropped down submissively.

She walked up to me, nervous and slightly scared.  I sat up and took her limp
hand, then guided her into the seat my feet had just vacated.

I looked into her eyes, which immediately looked down again.  But the returned
to mine when I stroked her cheek, and then I started to see her fear.

"I..  don't think this is a good idea..  I'm your teacher and.."

"That has never stopped you before.  I know all about your little 'study' group.
I bet they're not as submissive as Becky, but I have to admit you're quite good
at breaking them in."

"Where is Becky?  You didn't... do anything to her, did you?"

"I had her show me her tits, then sent her to catch the bus.  I'm not going to
hurt her.  Besides, she's a virgin.  She's not going to lose it with me."

"What about me?"

"What about you.  Look, all I want to do is join your little study groups once
in a while.  I'm not going to make you give up your position as their Mistress.
I just wanted to get it straight that I'm NOT one of your play things.  And it's
up to you to be my play thing."

"So, you're not going to make me do anything?" she said, hopeful and
disappointed at the same time.

"You're not getting off that easy.  I've had a hardon for most of the day
thinking about your naked ass.  So after you shut that door and do a little
strip show, I'm gonna make you so hot and horny, your gonna beg to suck your
master's cock."

My words produced mixed results.  Despite the new feelings her submission were
creating, the old domineering ones were trying to surface again.

I stood up and moved in front of her, holding her down when she attempted to
rise.  My hardon was evident in my tight jeans, and she almost pulled herself
out of my grasp when she saw it.  I got up on my tip toes so it was level with
her mouth and nose, then took a hold of her head of hair with one hand, sending
a shiver down her body.

"When your master tells you to do something, his slut obeys," I said as I pushed
her nose and mouth into the crotch of my jeans. "Smell it, bitch.  Take it deep
into your slutty lungs, you slutty cock sucking whore, you.  You'd suck of the
entire school if I asked you to, wouldn't you? Just so you can smell my prick
and balls again.  That's it.  Breathe it in.  Getting yourself soo wet and hot.
It really is turning you on, you slut.  You bitch, you cock sucking, cum
slurping, high school whore.

"Yeah, that's it.  Use your mouth.  Try to suck it through my pants.  Let
yourself lose control... That's right, slut."

I had let go of her head and was standing flat on the ground.  I could feel how
she had submitted her control to her own lust.  When she started to slip her
hands up to the waistline of my jeans, I reached down to her bra protected
nipples and gave them a twist.  The pain she felt was mostly simulated by my
mental commands, since my fingers had barely even been able to pinch them, let
alone twist.

"Ow!  What did you do that for!" she recoiled.

"I think you know why.  I'm afraid we are going to have to continue this another
time.  I'm already late meeting my buddy."

"Well, I'm not sure there will be another time," she said, standing up and
massaging her stinging nipples through her bra.

I walked up to her with a powerful gaze of confidence which she managed to
counter with her own.  But when I suddenly lurched at her and grabbed her by the
shoulders, her eyes showed fear as I forced her on her knees.

She was about to scream for help when I kissed her on the forehead and said,
"Don't worry, I'd never hurt you.  If tomorrow in class you don't want to
continue, I'll never mention it again."

Nancy relaxed a little, finding my shoulder massage starting to feel good
despite herself.

"And just so you have something to look forward to..." I said reaching down into
her shirt and under her bra. I started kneading her left breast, working at a
slow, but steadily increasing speed.  She resisted my touch for only the first
few moments, but now had her eyes closed and was feeling herself submit again.
I wasn't using my magic touch, just my fingers and palm.  But I was using every
resource I had to monitor and measure the stimulus she was feeling.

I gambled that I could get a little rough with her breast, and proceeded to
clasp my hand harder.  She gasped, and fought against letting out a moan, but
ultimately relented and gave me a nice loud one by the fifth clasp.

I continued my gamble, getting even rougher and harder, and managed to find her
maximum tolerance without causing her undo pain.   I gave her another kiss on
her forehead before withdrawing my hand, and simply left her on her knees
without a word.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 5 - Your Subconscious is Thy Master
(no sex)

After my workout with Joey and Pete in the weightroom, Joey drove me home in the
Mustang and we discussed the possible problems of letting the twins try and
straighten out Michael's head.

"I have an idea of who to ask about it," Joey finally said.

"Who?"

"Your dad."

"Yeah!  He would know better than anyone.  Okay."

When I got through to him, he quickly told me, "Yes, the girls probably could do
it if they think they can, but you might be better off if you didn't.  As long
as they don't know we can undo their tampering, they might just kill their
slaves instead of leaving them behind like they did Michael."

"Shit....  Shit...  Awe shit," Joey said afterwards, staring at me with a sad
look.

"Yeah," I agreed.  "Well.... let's go see how he's feeling.  And maybe have
another go at his memories to see if we missed anything.  I've already told my
mom and dad I'm not going to Florida in June.  I just hope we can find Penny and
David then."

"Shit.." Joey said again as we started walking towards Michael's room.

Michael was laying in bed on his stomach watching someone make some kind of
pasta on cable.  His eyes never moved even after Joey turned the TV off.

"Maybe it's time to take those commands out that you used to counter Steven's
hold on him," I said softly.

"But what then.  I guess we can handle anything he tries, but I wish there was a
way to give him his, er, what did you call it this morning?"

"Motivation?"

"Yeah.. We need a way to give him his motivation back without letting his
loyalty to Steven through too."

"But you know as well as I do that they are the one and the same.  I spent over
four hours the other day before figuring that out."

"I know.  Like I said, I wish there was a way.  Well, are you ready?  I hope he
doesn't wreck the room or anything."

"Yeah.  Including us.  I'm ready when you are."

Joey carefully canceled the commands he had used on Michael in order to make him
pull the van over.  When he finished, Michael did the last thing we could have
expected.  He started to cry.

"Shit.  Now what?"  Joey said as Michael wailed into the pillow.

"I don't know!" I said loudly enough for Joey to hear me.  "He's not bluffing
it.  But at least he isn't wrecking the room!"

Michael started calling Penny's and Steven's names between his sobs.  I realized
that my earlier attempts to undo his conditioning had resulted in the grief he
was feeling.  I quickly explained this to Joey, and he suggested we wait a
little while to see if it would pass before trying anything else.

A half an hour passed before Michael sobered up enough to take in his
surroundings.  I couldn't believe how white his face turned when he realized who
I was.

"Michael, you don't need to be afraid of me like that," I pleaded.  "I want to
help you, Penny, and your brother."

"Liar!" he screamed.  I almost looked around to see if someone else had said it
because he had barely moved.  He sat motionless, watching us like a rabbit,
afraid to move in case his enemy would spot him.

Joey had been scanning Michael's mind and apparently noticed something.

"Michael, do you know who I am?" Joey asked calmly.

"No..  But you must be evil otherwise you wouldn't be here with the devil."

"Shit," I said under my breath.  Me?  The devil?

"Steven sent me to help you," Joey said, stepping away from me.

"He did?  No he didn't.  If he had he would have...  Oh.." Michael said in a
whisper as Joey showed him the inside of his right arm.  Joey was using the same
trick I had used on Holly and the gate person at the amusement park.  Michael
saw what he expected to see if Joey really had been sent by Steven to help him.

"Please, sir?  Take me to Steven and Penny?  I feel like I'm dying inside,"
Michael said pitifully before softly crying again.

Joey started showing me what he had found.  Michael's mind had so many gaps in
it that his imagination was using the memories it could access to start filling
some of the bigger gaps in.  Joey thought he may be able to use this somehow,
and we both agreed it would be better if I left Joey alone with Michael.

I had my own reasons for letting Joey try it alone.  My greater experience in
scanning other minds resulted in detecting what I believed to be a part of
Michael's true self trying to reach out to Joey for help.  Steven's conditioning
had a major flaw in it.

He had concentrated on two things.  Making Michael completely faithful to
himself and for some reason to Penny also, and also induced the incredible
desire to help defeat, capture, and control me.

But they had taken no precautions against anyone else gaining Michael's trust. I
wanted to believe that on some level the true Michael was trying to overcome
Steven's brainwashing, and hopefully Joey would help draw that part of him out
even more.  But because of Michael's mind being so unstable, I didn't tell Joey
any of this.  If Michael suspected Joey was trying to coerce him, he would most
likely become violent.  This was Michael's struggle.  All we could do was let
him work it out on his own.

Joey had me call his mom to tell her he wouldn't be coming home for dinner.  As
usual, Margaret took it with a grain of salt, always thinking we were going to
do something sexual, which so far we hadn't.  I got a little nosy and poked
around inside her head after we hung up.

The night where Joey and I accidentally tipped his and Suzi's parent's off about
our relationship was running through her mind.  I found the events that had
taken place while Joey, Suzi, and I were in the garage and walking around
outside very interesting.

Suzi's and my mom had calmed the other three parents down while my dad went to
the surveillance room and piped the garage's cameras through to the family
room's TV.

They had seen everything.  They had turned the TV on the moment I had found Joey
sitting in the car.  Margaret almost cried herself when Joey had his face buried
into my shoulder, especially when my own tears had started to fall.  She was
torn between the wrongness of what she thought we had done and her motherly
feelings for both of us.

I was rather surprised to find Margaret didn't think very highly of Suzi.  When
Suzi came into the picture, Margaret started to feel protective, or maybe a
little jealous.  She had fought those feelings in the past, knowing it was
inevitable for Joey to find a girl he loved more than his own mother.  But as
Suzi pulled Joey up against her chest, Margaret felt a pang of hatred towards
Suzi.

Even as Margaret thought about this, I sensed her battling those same feelings.
She knew they were unfounded, especially when her own assessment of Suzi's
character told her Suzi wasn't the manipulating type nor trying to corrupt her
son.  Logical arguments such as these very rarely help something as illogical as
the feelings she had.  But for now, they allowed her to keep her mouth shut,
hoping either Joey will lose interest in Suzi, or she and Suzi find something
they can relate too.

What startled me the most was Margaret and I had both come to the same
conclusion. Joey and Suzi were destined to be together.  Her intuition had told
her the exact same thing mine had told me.  I never really had strong doubts
about this, but I had hoped...  Anyway, this washed away any doubt, any hope I
had of being somehow a part of their lives.  Or at least until death do us part.

I disconnected at that point, not wanting to find anything else to depress or
worry me.

So to kill time, I went and worked on Midge for a while.  Despite my strong
desire to get her operational, Midge's motor still couldn't run anywhere near
the lift off speed.  Joey and I spent nearly 100 hours trying to find some
reason for this before Joey gave up.  I couldn't blame him.  I was being
stubborn about wanting to fix her myself instead of getting someone else to do
it for me.  But after almost a month of working solo, I had pretty much given up
on that myself.

But I wasn't about to take her to someone in pieces. I worked for two hours
straight, carefully reassembling Midge's heart, making sure everything was
exactly the way it was supposed to be.

I was nearly finished when Joey contacted me.  Michael now believed Joey was his
best friend, and had told Joey about his fears and desires.   Joey patiently
listened and comforted him without attempting to coax any information that
Michael didn't freely offer.

After Michael had fallen asleep from exhaustion, Joey said he had reinserted the
zombie commands.  Michael wouldn't be aware of time passing while he was in that
state, so Joey planned to wait until the next day before having another go.

I told him I would be finished in another twenty minutes, and after a shower I'd
be ready to eat.  I felt something odd when I closed the connection, a feeling
that someone needed to say something.  I would have reopened it, but I couldn't
figure out if I had picked something up from Joey or myself.

I was just starting to scrub some of the grease off my arms when Joey opened the
shower door and got in, holding his hard dick with one hand.

A shudder passed through me as his muscular body pressed up against mine.  I
didn't know what was worse.  The strong revulsion I was feeling, or the sadness
that was sinking deeper into my soul.

Joey and I hadn't done anything more than kiss a few times since...  I can't
even remember.  Sometime last winter I think.  We loved each other, just like we
loved Suzi, but it was a love that had reached a point where we didn't need sex
with each other to prove it.  All of our sexual energy was spent on the slaves
at school.  I hadn't even fucked Suzi with Joey around since Joey and I took
turns in the back of his car that December night.

So when Joey's mouth started sucking at the back of my neck, he almost fell on
his face from my involuntary step to get away from him.

"Shit Tim!" Joey said when he regained his balance.  "What did you do that for?"

"I'm sorry.." I said, fighting my desire to shed tears.  "I can't do it
anymore....  Not with you anyway.." I said.

"The fuck you can't," Joey said.  "Look in my eyes and say you don't want me to
fuck you like only I know how."

I raised my eyes up to his, opened my mouth, then froze as I felt his mind enter
my own by force.  Before I could take any action, he gave me one single command
and left my head.

"There," Joey said with satisfaction as I blinked at his suddenly attractive
body.

I took a hold of myself and closed my eyes, forcing my mental eye to examine the
change he made in me.  As I suspected, he had given me a lust for his body that
paralleled his own for mine.

"I can't believe you did that," I said without emotion.  "I would have never
forced something like that on you."

Joey ran his hand across my chest as he pressed his dick against my ass cheeks.
"Yeah, I know.   But I'm not you.  Remember when you had that wet dream about
me?  Well, I had one about you last night.  And I got so turned on feeling your
chest and ass today....  Shit.  I haven't felt that horny for a long time.  I
talked to Julie about it.  Before we went into the locker room, we dropped by
the weight room and had everybody strip."

Joey wrapped his arms around me, and despite my own arousal, I shrugged him off.

"Damn it Tim.  I was looking for similarities between their bodies and yours.  I
got so horny, Julie had to blow me right in front of all of them, and then all I
could think about was fucking your ass.  I need to get this out of my system,"
he said looking into my eyes and closing the gap between us.

"Can't you forgive me for trying to share it with you?  You and I..  We are
meant to be together.  Just like we were meant to be with Suzi.  I need you.  I
want you," he whispered before our lips met.

Something about the way he said 'want' sent a chill of fear down my spine.  Joey
jerked slightly as I simply dodged around his shield and grabbed control of his
mind, freezing his consciousness so he wouldn't even know I had done anything. I
used his own brain to cancel the command he had used on me, then I did a double
take when I found he inserted not one, but five.

There was something fishy going on.  The other four commands were so small and
simple, I couldn't find them without Joey's help, and were completely useless by
themselves.  But I realized if Steven ever got his hands on me and used his
drug, I would be completely defenseless against his tampering.

The horror of what Joey did made my blood run cold.  I quickly made him undo the
remaining four, then started combing Joey's mind to find out why he had done it.
I found it almost immediately.

I reached out with my mind searching for Michael's, finding him sneaking into
the garage to steal a car and somehow get back to Penny and Steven.

The moment I sent the command to stop him, I canceled it.  I realized Michael
might lead me right to the den of my enemy if I let him go thinking he had made
a clean escape.

Time.  I needed just a little time to think.  Damn, how I needed Joey's input.

Michael had managed to hypnotize Joey while I was busy working on Midge.  He
made some incredibly effective suggestions that resulted in Joey subconsciously
implanting the commands into my mind without his conscious mind's knowledge.  I
would have to hypnotize Joey and undo the damage that way, but for the moment I
was concentrating on just keeping a lock on Michael's mind.

(I realized an important fact about the limits of my telepathic abilities from
all this.  The subconscious mind was far too complex to know whether it was
providing the conscious mind with correct information or not.  You see, while I
can change various aspects of the human mind, the subconscious is such a wispy
character and you just can never tell what it is truly going to do.)

(Even though the subconscious couldn't directly disobey commands inserted into
its realm, it could work its way around them when the opportunity arose.  That
was a critical concept my mother had hinted at when I had first rediscovered my
abilities, and I had quickly understood what it meant.

(There's a lot more to telepathic mind control than just issuing a command.  If
the command goes against the person's nature too much, control will eventually
fail.  The trick is to change the underlying values and conceptions towards the
goal of making the person's nature fit the command.)

(A lot of times all that is required is adjusting what the person finds to be
pleasurable.  In fact, pleasure is the greatest tool one can use on another
being.  Well, fear is also a powerful tool, and as I would find out later the
hard way, anger and hatred even more so.)

My mother came home from work no more than ten minutes after Michael took off in
a limo.  I nearly lost my lock on him trying to explain what was going on, and
then I screamed "NO!" when Michael attempted to pass a truck and lost control of
the vehicle.

The stretch limo flipped, then rolled right into the on-coming traffic.  I felt
another vehicle collide into the limo before Michael's sudden surge of pain
caused me to lose the connection.  I was so shocked by what had happened, my
mother had to slap me to get my attention.

"I'll go to the crash site.  You take care of Joey first, then you both can
follow," my mother insisted before I could say anything.

"But he's..." I said when my brain finally got around to comprehending her
words.   I didn't finish my sentence, partially because she was already outside
heading for the garage, and partially because I just couldn't say it.

I was so shook up, it took me a half an hour before I calmed down enough to
hypnotize Joey.

"What's going on?" Joey asked when I brought him out of it.

I guess my face showed my state of mind.  I started to shake again, but managed
to get a grip when Joey started get alarmed.

"WHAT?" he pleaded.

"Michael hypnotized you and used you to make me unable to resist Steven's drug.
Then he took off in a limo and...  Shit, Joey.  Michael's dead.  He flipped the
limo and was hit by a truck and two cars."

All the color drained out of Joey's face.  We sat there silently for a long time
before Joey held his hand out and I immediately took it.  I never hugged him so
hard in my life.  The longer we hugged, the more we realized how close it had
been.  Steven had almost won.

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"But I felt it!" I cried.  "I felt something slice right through his gut!  I
swear he was cut in HALF!"

"I understand that dear," my mother said.  "But his body wasn't found in the
wreckage.  Either he wasn't as hurt as you thought he was, or someone somehow
managed to steal his body without anyone noticing."

"No.. NO!" I couldn't accept it.  I painfully recalled everything I had felt
just before I lost contact with Michael's mind.

"I know what I felt!  I've gone through it so many times....  Something cut
right through him right below the ribs!  And... And... The last thing I got
was.... His face was burning!" I yelled as I started shaking again.

"Timmy," my mom said as she took hold of my shaking hands.  "The limo never
caught on fire.  Somehow you were sent false images."

"Oh my God," Joey said, realizing the implications of her words.

"I can't believe..." I said, even though I was starting to believe it anyway.

Joey suddenly opened his eyes real wide and went stiff all over as a thought
occurred to him.

"Oh Joey....  WHAT!" I said, not really feeling I could take much more.

He put his finger to his lips, then thought to my mom and I, "How did they know
so much?  How did they find out about the commands we gave each other?"

Before either of us could answer, he jumped up and ran out of the kitchen.

"They've bugged the house," he thought back to us.  "Somehow they have been able
to hear everything said inside the house without anyone knowing.  And I think I
know how."

We caught up with him in the surveillance room.  But he wasn't doing anything
with the cameras or monitors, nor was he inspecting the equipment.  There was a
closet with a bunch of tools and spare parts inside, some of which his dad had
in his workshop at home.  Joey found what he was looking for, a box with a few
knobs and terminals which he quickly started connecting wires to.  I was
astonished to see him take electrical components out and wire it up to the box
which turned out to be a power supply.

Several hours later, Joey was starting to get frustrated when he couldn't find
the last piece he needed.  He had connected nearly twenty different resisters,
'caps', and 'chokes' together and connected them to the power supply.  I had no
idea what it was supposed to do, or how he could possibly make something that
complicated without writing something down or looking something up.

He let out a whoop when he found another 'choke' and started soldiering it on to
the almost artistic wire sculpture.

My mom had gone back to the kitchen to fix us all something to eat.  It was
nearly ten before Joey and I finally joined her there.

Joey placed his invention down by the kitchen phone and started taking the mouth
piece apart.  He connected two wires to the connections the mic usually used,
then put the mouth piece back together and hung the handset back on the hook.
With a big smile, Joey plugged in his device and turned it on.  Immediately
every phone in the mansion started to ring like mad.  Then just as my mom and I
was about to tell him to turn it off, they all stopped.

"Heh," Joey said outloud.  "Who said you can't learn something from reading
comic books."

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked.  "I take it they bugged the
phones?"

"More than that.  When you first moved into this place, I noticed you had a
speakerphone in every room.  I remembered thinking that if I wanted to know what
was going on at your house, all I had to do was tap into your phone system and I
could listen through the intercom's microphones."

"So what did that thing do?" I said, pointing at his humming device.

"Remember how I always used to read those spy comics?  Some of the stuff they
put in them really works.  This 'thing' caused a feedback loop in the equipment
they were using to tap into your phone system.  This part here," he said,
pointing to a smaller cluster of... electrical stuff, "made the phones ring
while their equipment was still working.  Sorry about the noise, but we wouldn't
know when their equipment blew up if I hadn't.  I wish I could have seen that."

It was my turn to go all wide eyed and freeze up.

"What?" Joey thought to me.

"He would have bugged the house another way too.  He wouldn't have only done it
like that without having a back up."

"Boys," my mother said out loud, "You two have school tomorrow, and I don't
think you should be too worried about what someone might learn tonight. Even if
you talk in your sleep.  We can go stay at your father's mansion tomorrow night
through the weekend.  And in case there are other ears listening, I wouldn't
bother trying to 'bug' it.  Charles doesn't accept gifts, visitors, or allow his
equipment serviced by any one who isn't... under his influence.  And when I
designed the mansion, I had the walls insulated with a metallic grid that
prevents any signals to enter or leave the building."

"Oh... So that's why that cell phone didn't work in doors..." Joey said.

"Aw, man!  You mean my walkman wasn't broken?  Aw, man!" I whined.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 6 - Police Action
(mc, mm, mf, anal, rape)

It took two weeks before I stopped looking over my shoulder everywhere I went.
Everything that had happened seemed so incredible, I had a hard time accepting
it.

There were so many questions.  How could Michael hide the truth from us?  What
really happened to him?  How could they fake the sensations I had received from
him during the crash?   Was the crash planned?  Was all of this planned from the
beginning?  Was anything we found in Michael's head true?

My dad got directly involved in investigating Steven, Penny, their father, and
their grandfather.  But nothing came from his inquiries except to find that they
were all officially dead.

I don't mind telling you, I was scared.  I knew I was probably overreacting, but
I couldn't get rid of the feeling Steven had laid traps within traps.  The
thought did occur to me that Michael's subconscious could have seen through
Joey's deception and had somehow kept Joey from discovering his intentions.  But
I more strongly believed Steven had programmed everything into Michael's head
ahead of time and somehow cloaked it to prevent us from finding out the truth.

Joey and I spent spring break searching for any clue of where they were without
any success.  Another two weeks went by without any indication that they had
even existed.

A meter-maid reminded me of the two officers whom I had met at the hospital, and
out of desperation, I decided to seek the help of Officer Kimberly Peterson.

"Hi," I said, popping up on the bar stool next to her.  "I don't suppose you
remember me, but.."

"What are you doing here?" she said out of surprise.  "Better yet, how did you
get in here?"

We were in a noisy and crowded bar that apparently was a favorite of a lot of
her fellow officers.  Kim didn't come here very much herself, but after the
disaster with Corban earlier that day, she felt she needed a drink or two.  The
last thing she had expected to find was an obviously underage kid sitting next
to her and getting waited on by the bartender.

She looked suspiciously around her, thinking the others were playing a joke on
her, furthering her humiliation she had gone through earlier that day.

"No thanks, I brought my own," I said to the bartender as I set the bottle of
drink on the bar.  "But if I could borrow two glasses, I'll let you try some," I
said mischievously to the scrawny man.

"What do you think this is?  A wine tasting club?" he snorted.  "You want
glasses, you have to pay.....  say, that does smell good..." he said as I waved
the open bottle under his nose.  "Okay, but if it's some kind of sugar water,
the glasses will cost you 2.50 each."

"Deal," I said, noticing Kim's smirk as she decided to play along just so she
could make it backfire.

"Bad day?" I asked.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to hear about it.  So how are your two friends?"

"Wow.  So you do remember me.  Uhm, Suzi's fine, but Michael is part of the
reason I'm here.  I sort of need your advice."

"Oh?  About what?" she said, not really sure where I was leading.

"He stole one of my dad's limos, wrecked it, then disappeared.  I was hoping you
could give me some pointers on how to find him."

"Oh....   You want me to give you pointers...." she said getting ready to nail
my next response.

"Actually, I was hoping you would be able to tell me what you do when you've run
out of clues and you don't know what to do next."

I waited for her to respond, knowing she was waiting for me to continue with
some kind of line.

Finally, she frowned then looked at me with a questioning face.  "What kind of
pick up line was that?"

"It wasn't any kind of pick up line," I sighed, pretending I just got clued in.
"You're not taking me seriously, are you.  You think I'm trying to play a joke
on you.  Uhm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." I said, putting the lid
back on the bottle and getting up.

"Spander!" she suddenly cried.  "What are you guys trying to pull?  This kid
can't even make up a decent pick up line!"

A dark haired man with a mustache walked over and said, "Shit, Kim.  How the
hell did you manage to smuggle him in here?  Who is he, your nephew or
something?"

Kim squinted at his face, searching for any trace of the smile she was
expecting.  But the only thing he was displaying was concern.

"I didn't bring him in here!" she said exasperated.  "I thought you did!"

"Huh?  Why would I.... Oh.....  HA HA!..  Er, sorry.  Hey,  I wouldn't pull a
trick on someone who was taken adva...  Anyway, I always thought Corben would
try something like that.  But I never thought you..." he stopped in midsentence
and said to me, "Wait a second.  How did you get in here."

"Yes, how did you get in here, er, Tom, wasn't it?"

"Tim actually.  Uhm, look.  Do you really think I'm so stupid to walk in a bar
full of off duty police officers and try to order something alcoholic?"

Their looks told me they did, so I said, "The guy at the door thinks I'm thirty
eight, and he loved the idea that I brought my own stuff.  Now is anyone going
to have a drink with me, or am I going to have to drink it all by myself?" I
said, putting the bottle back on the bar.

"Lets just take a look at what you brought," Spander said, removing the bottle's
cap and taking a whiff.  He looked up at Kim startled and said, "It's not
alcoholic."

She took the bottle from Spander when he offered it to her and took a whiff
herself.

"Smells like... bubble gum?"

I smiled, then looked at Spander as I said, "Bartender, better make that four
glasses."

"Thanks," Spander said, "But just a swallow.  I only want to taste it.  I'm not
that crazy about bubble gum."

"Okay, but I won't hold you to it if you decide otherwise," I said as 'Smiley'
placed four shot glasses on the bar in front of me.  "Oh, there is one thing
about this stuff you should know.  I doesn't get you drunk, just horny."

"Shhaa, right," Smiley said.  "You expect me to believe a kid just walks up to
my bar with a bottle of the stuff bartenders have dreamed about since the
beginning of time?  If that stuff makes anyone but you horny, I'll kiss your
ass."

"You two are my witnesses," I said smiling.  "I don't usually have my ass kissed
by complete strangers."

Kim and Spander exchanged looks, not sure if I was trying to pull something on
them or just on Smiley.

I poured three full shots and a quarter for Spander, then had to sip it before
anyone else tried it.  When Spander set his shot glass back on the bar, I
hovered the bottle's lip over his glass and glanced at his face.  He shrugged,
then nodded, so I poured him a full glass.

"Say, that's pretty good..." Smiley said after finally emptying his glass.  He
had appeared to be analyzing the drink with each sip he took, and I knew he
hadn't a clue of what it was made out of.  Come to think of it, I still don't
have a clue.

"Seconds?" I asked everyone when Spander finished his.

Spander and Smiley both accepted, but Kim surprised me by declining.

"How come?" I asked. "You looked like you enjoyed it."

"Oh, it was very good.  Very sweet too.  I've already splurged on my diet
today."

"I wouldn't worry about how many calories it has.  The more you drink, the more
you burn off."

"What do you mean?"  Spander said after savoring another sip.

"I know what he means," Smiley said.  "You still sticking with that aphrodisiac
story?"

"In about seven minutes or so, you'll be kissing my ass," I said, pouring Kim
another anyway.

After the fourth round, I refused to pour any more, especially since I was
starting to feel its effects a little.

When the two officers sitting on either side of me started to get a little
antsy, I called Smiley over and said, "Your boxers getting a bit cramped yet?"

"Look kid.  I'm not going to play this game of yo..."

"Shit!" Spander suddenly said.  "Peterson, you're not feeling it too, are you?"

Kim's eyes opened wide as she realized she had been imagining what I looked like
naked while she unconsciously had been flexing her vaginal muscles, making her
wetness surge.  She looked at Spander with only a moment of shock registering on
her face before her eyes snapped down to his crotch.

As I watched their minds get flushed out by their lust, I blanketed the crowd to
ignore anything we did.  I barely finished deploying the blanket when Kim's hand
shot out towards Spander's crotch. The two desperately struggled to get his belt
undone and his zipper down.

"Shit," I said when Spander's dick came out.  It was the fattest prick I had
ever seen.  Not that I got to see it very long.  Kim had it in her mouth so
quick I almost missed it entirely.

I was reminded of Smiley's presence when he echoed my "Shit," with his own.

He was mystified at the apparent lack of the other customer's interest, and
really got confused when another officer brushed up against Kim and apologized
when she had gagged.

"Aren't you feeling a bit horny yourself?" I asked him.

"No..  I'm not.  You mean that stuff really works?"

"Yeah, it works.  If you're going to kiss my ass, you better hurry up.  I'm
going to join the fun myself," I said as pulled my pants down.

"I... er..." he started.

The moment he saw my naked ass, he gulped.  I looked back at him in time watch
him scramble over the bar, his eyes locked on my rear end.

I didn't move as he lowered his face to my butt cheeks,  but I shivered when he
gave my right cheek a kiss.  He planted another on the left, then proceeded to
give each cheek wetter and sloppier kisses.

I was about to make him stop when his tongue probed between my cheeks and
brushed my rose.  His tongue sent electric sparks up my ass to my dick.  I
relinquished control to the lust I had been holding off, a let out the moan I
had been suppressing as his tongue make a full pass across my ass hole.

Normally, this sort of stimulation was too distasteful for me to truly enjoy,
but the drink had a way of getting around set backs like that.  It also was
obvious Smiley had experience in frenching ass, and in a last moment of sensible
thought, I confirmed this by checking with his mind.

However, Smiley wasn't what he appeared to be.  He worked for a man he knew only
as Mr. Whiteshaw, some kind of Godfather type character who recently started
looking for a few under paid cops for his not so legal business dealings. Smiley
had become his recruiting officer while still working as Mr. Whiteshaw's
informant into the police's activities.  Smiley's payment came in many forms,
but his favorite was being rewarded with a fresh young ass to taste and fuck.

Having been forced to lick his older brother's asshole as his other brother
sucked him off to his first orgasm, Harry Jonathan Green had acquired a 'taste'
for ass.  Harry and his brothers experimented with sex for the first half of his
teen years, with Harry usually getting chosen to be the guinea pig whenever they
thought of something new.

His two brothers both graduated high school and moved away before Harry had ever
tried sex with a girl.  In his junior year, he gathered up the courage to ask
one of the easier girls out on a date.  He ended up exploring a new found
territory for him, using his experienced tongue to map the inner folds of her
pussy.

Two weeks later, Harry was rotating his schedule around three different girls
whom he thought didn't know anything about the other two.  But to his surprise,
they were all very close friends, the first girl having told the other two all
about Harry's incredible tongue.

Those three girls surprised Harry one day by sneaking into his car while he was
busily exploring a fourth girl they had recruited.  The sex they had inside that
car earned him the name 'Smiley'.  Harry had overworked his mouth so much, the
muscles in his cheeks constantly spasmed, making him appear to always be smiling
the rest of the night.

It wasn't until after graduating high school did he discover his fetish for
sampling a clean anal rose.  But now at the age of thirty-eight, Smiley had

developed a lust to sample the asses of the innocent, making them beg for more,
then fucking their ass in a rape like manner.  Mr. Whiteshaw made that possible
by supplying him with a runaway once in a great while.

This knowledge only increased my pleasure as his tongue began teasing the heart
of my firmly shut anal door.  Smiley gently pushed me forward until my chest
rested on the bar stool I had been sitting on.  My legs were spread and his
tongue was starting to make my hole relax when a new group of customers walked
in the door.

A "What fuck?" alerted me to their arrival, and I immediately blanketed the two
men and two women with the desire to suck each other off noisily.  I barely took
notice of the two officers all ready busily sixty nining on the floor as
Smiley's tongue penetrated my anus.

The electricity that shook my body triggered the eruption from my dick, spurting
at least ten large streams against the counter's wall.

Smiley lost no time to take advantage of my weakened state.  But when I felt his
dick's head pressing against my loose asshole, I quickly turned the tables on
him.

My ass clamped down so tight that it pinched the tip of his dick's lips.
Smiley's hand grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to stay doubled over.  I
allowed him to attempt forcing his dick inside me, enjoying his building
frustration.  But when his hand tightened around the back of my neck and his
husky voice said, "Open the Fuck up," I decided he had gone too far.

I could almost see the look on his face when a powerful hand grabbed his neck
like he had mine and nearly made him black out from the incredible pressure it
used.

I stepped aside as Smiley assumed the position I had been in, his face filled
with fear and arousal as he felt his pants being pulled down the rest of the
way.

The drink was still clouding my judgement, and I really have no other excuse for
what I did next.  I have scolded myself and regretted my loss of control ever
since, making sure I never initiate a rape again.

But in my mind at the time, it seem the perfect punishment for his crimes, and
the big blurry bear of a man who was trying to lower his own pants was more or
less a willing participant.  Ken had raped both a man and a woman before, and he
had even considered me to be his next target before I had given him a bad case
of blue balls.

His balls felt as good a new while my mental commands focused his desire on
Smiley's ass.  I wanted to teach Smiley a lesson, to show him what it was like
to be used and abused like he had done to others.

Unfortunately, Smiley found himself feeling expectant towards the rape.  In a
sense his brothers had raped him multiple times, and each time he had found he
had enjoyed the end result.  To Smiley, this would lead him to a new sexual
pleasure, and new pleasures were something he had thought he wouldn't ever
experience again.

This angered me enough to force Ken to enter him with great haste.  Smiley
screamed as the large man's dick mercilessly burrowed into his ass.  But the
scream wasn't from the pain, but from the orgasm that was passing through
Smiley's jerking body.

The moment I realized he was enjoying it, a surge of anger and lust filled my
mind.  There was one thing Smiley hated, and that was the few times his brothers
had made him suck them off.

I grabbed the bottle of drink and downed the five swallows left.  Then I grabbed
his head with one hand, peered into his eyes and said, "Suck every drop of cum
out of my dick or you will find yourself sucking the shit out of my ass.
Understand?"

His glazed eyes were washed clear with fear.  Smiley shuddered when he felt my
mind touch every nerve in his body, letting him know I could do it.  He opened
his mouth and was about to take it in when Ken blew his wad inside Smiley's ass.
Smiley helplessly waited as the bear violently pounded against him, and nearly
fell off the stool when Ken collapsed on top of him.

I made Ken get off as I moved my dick into position.  Smiley's mouth wasn't
smiling at all as my meat passed through his lips.

Smiley's blowjob got better the longer he did it.  In fact he started to enjoy
it, bring back memories of his earliest sexual adventures.   But my lust filled
mind didn't want him to enjoy it, so I took his head in my hands and started
guiding it.

But after ten or so minutes of using his mouth like a hand, Smiley even started
enjoying that.  The additional drink I had consumed had kicked in by then,
pushing my mind to the state where nothing but the fuck lust I felt mattered.

I didn't even hesitate to command Smiley to lay on the floor to fuck his mouth
like a pussy.  His gagging disrupted my enjoyment so much that I took control of
them and timed his breaths with my pumps.  I was so caught up in my fucking, I
never noticed that several new pairs of eyes were watching us.

When Smiley's dick snapped to attention five inches below my forehead, I
resigned my struggle to make him suffer for his past crimes and released my
flood of cum that had built up in my balls and prostrate.  I succeeded somewhat
in punishing him when I continued to pump deep into his throat as my drink
enhanced ejaculate spewed out.  He choked and gagged again, my control unable to
suppress the fact he was drowning in my cum.  But I didn't let up until I was
empty, and then I immediately regretted my acts.

I assisted him telepathically to clear his windpipe so he could breath.  I'll
never forget the sight of my semen draining out of his nose as he struggled to
purge it from his nasal passages.

I suddenly noticed the flickering lights as they flashed on his face.  I turned
around so fast I accidentally hit a uniformed police officer across the chest
with the back of my hand. Two police cars were in front of the bar while another
was just pulling in the lot.  Kim and Spander were both quickly dressing as
another officer listened to their explanation.

Their eyes met mine as Kim pointed me out to their fellow officer.  Kim
hesitated before diverting her eyes and continuing her report.  But Spander's
eyes didn't look away, and I could tell he was attempting to judge what my
motivation was.

The officer I had accidentally hit gave me a small push when he noticed I wasn't
listening to him.  He was trying to tell me I needed to get dressed before I was
taken down to the station for questioning.  I wasn't under arrest just yet, but
I had no intention of letting this go on any further.

"Hang on," I said to him as another two officers came in.  "How many more of you
are coming?" I asked him as I reached for my boxers.

"You don't need..." he started before I convinced him I did need to know. "Three
units, that's all."

"Okay, then I don't have to wait any longer," I said pulling my pants on.

"Kid, you better just come quietly.  You're not under arrest yet, but you can
be," the officer warned as he made his hands ready incase I tried something.

I looked him right in the eye and said, "Officer Russell, what if I told you
some of your fellow officers were taking payoffs from a Mr. Whiteshaw."

He blinked at me, but then said, "Yeah, and the chief of police is a nazi spy.
Don't try to make this worse by making up stories.  If I have to, I'll read you
your rights and..."

"Paul, you need any help?" one of the two new arrivals said.  The look on his
face told me he had overheard.  I quickly confirmed that he was one of those bad
apples, and checked Smiley's head out to find out how many more there were.  I
felt better when I found that Aaron Finch and his partner Walter Schroeder were
the only ones Smiley had found so far.

"We're not sure," Russell said, catching the momentary look of fear I had shown.

I looked back at Officer Russell and said in his mind, "Please don't panic, I'm
just trying to help.  Finch is one of them."

Finch immediately noticed Russell's shocked expression,  and instinctively
rested his hand on his holster before saying, "What's wrong?"

Russell glanced away from my pleading face for a moment and saw a small amount
of panic in Finch's face.  He looked back at me for a moment, then said, "For a
moment there he reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago.  Come on kid. Get
your shirt on."

I started to comply, but then noticed Kim and Spander were following one of the
other officers out the door.  The thought "I need to contain this situation" ran
through my head, probably from watching too much TV when I was little.  My
instincts were telling me to not let anyone leave, so I created a little
diversion.

Ken suddenly started arguing with the man next to him, then picked up a chair
and broke it half over his knee.  Being the officers they were, all three of
them rushed right back inside in case the others needed back up.

Ken was having a ball when two officers tackled him, for he was one of those
really physical guys who loved to prove his strength and wrestling abilities. As
Russell went to assist, I nearly bumped right into Finch when I tried to cross
the room.

He was about to grab me when I grabbed the chair nearest to me and offered him a
seat.  With an astonished look on his face, Finch's body accepted without it's
owner's permission.

"Just watch the fun for a minute while I chat with Kim and Spander, 'kay?" I
said, making him nod his head.

Kim jumped when I spoke, her hand even reaching for her missing holster
automatically.  I smiled as I looked back up at her face, then said, "Please
don't shoot.  I surrender."

Spander cleared his throat and said, "Look, kid.  I'm not saying you were
completely responsible for all this.. but why the hell did you talk us into
drinking that stuff?  You knew we would..." he paused then lowered his voice as
he said, "we would fuck anything that moved."

I grinned at his statement, then decided to level with them.

"I came here to ask Kim for some help. I need to find someone before they hurt
any more of my friends or manage to grab me."

I turned to Kim and said, "I know how you like younger guys and all, and the
drink was just in case you wouldn't let yourself go through with it.  But when I
found out about you getting caught blowing Corben in the conference room, I
figured you would be more comfortable having sex with someone your own age
before you and I did it.  I never thought that Smiley would....   HEY!" I called
over to the officers who were playing with Ken.  "DON'T hit him with the
sticks!"

To Kim and Spander I said, "Hey, uhm...  Don't go anywhere.  I'll be right
back."

I hurried over to the five officers holding Ken pinned down.  Schroeder was
angrily yelling at his partner to either cuff the bastard or call for back up.
Before the other officers had joined in the struggle, they had cleared the bar
of customers.  That made my job a lot easier.

"Come on, let him up.  He was only playing," I said standing over the five
ragged officers.

"Kid, get the fuck back..  PETERSON, SPANDER!  Would you MIND?!"

"Tim, I think you better let them handle this," Kim said as Spander walked over
to the others with a big grin.

"You don't understand.  Uhm, don't do that," I said to Spander as he started to
cuff a wrist.

Spander gave Kim a look, then proceeded to help the others force Ken's arms
together so he could cuff the other wrist.

"I said don't do.."  I said before Kim slapped a handcuff on my left wrist.
Before I could react, she cuffed the other one.

"Okay.. that's IT!" I said, getting angry.

"Kim, what the hell are you doing?!" Spander said standing up.

"She's talking my cuffs off, that's what," I said, rubbing my wrists.

(I really watched too much TV when I was little.  The cuffs hadn't been on me
more than thirty seconds, but my instincts had me rub my wrists like they had
been on for several hours, just like they do on TV.)

"What the.." Spander said as he noticed McKay unlocking Ken's cuffs.

"Ken, thanks for the help, man.  Now remember, no more rapes for you.  You don't
want to go back to prison," I warned.

"No sir.  Thank you sir," Ken said, bowing as he walked backwards towards the
exit.

"Smiley," I called.  "Time to go to the station and confess."

"Don't even say it, ass hole," I thought to Schroeder when he was about to offer
to take Smiley himself.

"Officer Russell?  I think you will want to hear Smiley tell you about the
business arrangement Officers Finch and Schroeder have with Mr. Whiteshaw."

"What? I don't know anything about.." Smiley started.

"I'm sorry Harry.  You're gonna have to tell them everything," I said, inserting
the commands into his head.  "But look on the bright side.  I hear a lot of
raping goes on in prison.  You'll love it there."

"Just what the hell is going on?" Spander demanded.  "Kim!  Why are you just
standing there like erp!"

"What are you doing?" Russell said, suddenly not sure I was friend or foe.
Everyone else in the room was standing around looking at nothing in particular,
blinking like they were trying to stay awake.

"Don't worry.  They'll be okay.  I'm just kind of tired of all the questions," I
said, sitting down on the nearest chair.  I looked up at his frowning face and
said, "I'm not the bad guy here.  Finch and Schroeder have been taking bribes
from Smiley to look the other way when Whiteshaw needs to do something, er,
well, illegal.  Just pretend you overheard Schroeder telling Smiley that it
would cost more than usual to get the rape charge dropped."

"What rape charge?" he said when he realized I mean every word.

"The one that you were all called here for.  And you didn't get a very good look
at the kid before he ran off."

"You are asking me to charge him for something he didn't do.  YOU were not in
any danger of being raped," he said getting a little angry.

"Chill, dude," I said, taken by surprise.  "He's raped more kids than he can
count.  So what if he didn't actually do the one he got arrested for.  And he
WOULD have raped me if he could have.  You can at least charge him with the
attempt to rape."

"I'm not go..." Russell said as I flipped the zombie switch on in his head.

I sighed, then started to clean up the mess I had made.  After implanting
memories in everyone's heads, I moved them into position, then slipped out the
back before pressing the play button on my telepathic remote control.  I heard
the struggling inside come to an end, then several minutes later watched from
around the corner as Smiley, Schroeder, and Finch were put in a police van that
had come to collect them.

It was around midnight when Kim finally walked towards her car to leave.  I was
amused by her hand reaching for her missing holster again when I coughed to let
her know I was walking beside her.

"What happened to you?  Are you okay?" she asked, remembering only that I had
left in a hurry when the first police car pulled up.

"Yeah, I'm okay.  Sorry about the drink and all.  I didn't mean to get you into
trouble.  And I definitely didn't know Smiley would try something like that," I
lied.

She didn't respond right away, staring at nothing as the memories of what she
and Spander did ran through her mind.

"So, are you and Spander gonna... have a drink together again?" I said coyly
when she didn't respond.

She let out a big breath, then looked me in the eyes.  She almost said
something, but then she turned and started back towards her car.

When I didn't follow her, she said, "If you want my help....  It will cost you a
bottle of that stuff."

I grinned and ran to catch up with her.

I said, "I'll make it two if you'll have a glass of it with me."

She paused at my offer, then said "I'm a police officer, and I'd like to stay
one.  You're, what?  Fifteen?  Sorry.  Sixteen then?  I'd be breaking the law if
something happened, and you know something would happen if I drank that stuff
while you were in the room."

I kept my mouth shut walking to the opposite side of her 4X4 as she unlocked the
driver's door and got in.  She looked at me for a moment through the passenger
side window, thinking that the best option would to just walk away.  But she
reminded herself I had come to her for help, and she was curious to know what
about.  So she reached over and unlocked the door, immediately regretting it
when her eyes fell upon the bulge in my pants.

She tore her eyes away and sat looking straight ahead for several moments.  Kim
was struggling with her inner desires, fighting the urge to grab my crotch and
go to town.  This was a pleasant surprise for me.  I wasn't doing anything to
cause this besides sitting there with a woody.

"I..  I think you better find someone else," she said with a shaky voice.

"But I want you," I said.

She obviously understood the double meaning, and almost lost her grip on
reality.   Her conscience and morals were fighting her chaotic lust, and so far
were preventing her from doing anything.

"Please, get out.  I can't....  I just can't.  Okay?" she said looking at me
with a pleading look.

I made eye contact and formed an empathic connection to steady her self control.

I said, "You know, you wouldn't be taking advantage of me or anything.   And
because I'm not going to take advantage of you, I'll get out if really want me
to.  But Kim, I like you.  I think you're very smart, and you have a really nice
ass.  I swear, there's no danger of getting caught with me.  And you're not
going to get a better chance to give in to your desire to see if it really is
all that you've made it to be."

"How do you know... so much about me?"  she said relaxing a little.

"Because I can read people.  The way you looked at Corben at the hospital, and a
few other things you really don't want to know.  Please, trust me?  I'm not here
to make you're life harder.  I think I can even help you, and maybe you'll be
able to help me too."

"You don't sound like a sixteen year old.." she said, finding the battle within
her winding down.

"So, do you want me to get out?" I said reaching for the door handle.

"Just give me a minute to think this out," she said.

A few moment's later, she asked, "Who are you, anyway?  And how did you find me
at the bar?"

"I'm Tim Brandton, and you gave my mom your name and badge number, and from
there I tracked you down.  Look, it's after midnight, and I have school
tomorrow. Call me tomorrow if your answer is yes," I said, reaching for her
pocket size notepad she had laying on the dashboard.

I wrote my number down, then drew a smiley face with a stick figure body and a
lump at it's crotch.  As I put the pad back down, I slid over next to her and
very softly said, "Open your mouth, close your eyes, then you'll get a nice
surprise."

Her eyes opened wide for a moment, then her mouth opened to decline.  But my
expression held no trace of deception, just a bright-eyed sincerity, so she
closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider.

I removed the paper wrapper from the pink bubble gum that came in the baseball
cards I had bought earlier that day.  I slipped a good size portion into her
mouth, then tore off a piece for myself, smiling at her as she opened her eyes
and started to chew.

As I stepped out of the 4x4, she said, "Tim?  Are you certain?  Certain no one
would.. find out?"

I stuck my head back in the open door and smiled before saying, "Well, if it
makes you feel any better about it..."

She gasped as I altered her perception of my age, making my face appear to be in
the mid twenties in her eyes.

In a deeper voice I continued "I can always say I'm your old boyfriend from high
school," then shut the door and headed for the lot next door where my red
Formula was parked.

I was putting the key into the lock when Kim pulled up beside me with her window
down.  Her eyes met mine, and I nearly leapt with joy when she said "Yes," then
watched her tail lights as she pulled away at high speed.

"GRRRRR" I said to myself.  And if you need the translation, you spend too much
time reading this smut.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 7 - Apartments 6c and 9c
(mf, very young incest)

"Hi," I said, standing in the hall with two bottles of drink in my hands.

"Hi," Kim replied a little nervous.

She was still in her uniform, having just gotten home from a hellish day at
work.  Despite everything that had happened between her and Corben, she had been
amazed that the sergeant hadn't reassigned them with different partners.  The
entire day on patrol had been a long battle of nerves.  And it was quite plain
on her face she had reconsidered and was about to send me away.

"Wow," I said.

"Huh?  Wow what?"

"You know what they say about uniforms.  It just kind of hit me, that's all."

She gave me a somewhat blank look, then was in the process of gathering her
courage up when I said, "I guess I better work on those pick up lines a little
more, huh?"

Kim's stressed expression gave way to a slight smile, and for a moment I thought
she was going to ask me in.  But when a neighbor walked by, she suddenly felt
conspicuous.

"Tim, I'm sorry.  We can't do this.  I have to ask you to..."

I sighed and called her neighbor back to her door.

"Can I help you young man?" the mid fifties woman asked.

"Yeah.  How well do you know Kim?"

"Why, I don't know...  She's been living here for.. oh...  five years?  She
isn't noisy, and it is such a comfort to know we have a police officer just
right down the hall..."

"Yeah, but what about boy friends.  Does she bring many men in?"

"Well, I don't really pay much attention to things like that, but yes.  She has
had a few male friends over."

"Good.  So what about me?  Anything unusual about me bringing expensive
champagne to her door?  Would you even think twice about it if one morning I
open the door to get the paper wearing only a towel while you walk by?"

"Well, I wouldn't be all that surprised.  I've seen it before, you know.  Now
I've got to get back to my baking.  Good luck, you two," she said with a smile.

"I can't believe you did that," she said, still blocking the doorway.  "It will
be all over the apartment in minutes!"

"What will?"

"You know what will.  Now I'm afraid you will have to leave," she said, starting
to feel ill.

"Hey," I said, truly concerned.  "I promise, no funny business.  You don't look
so good."

"I..  Damnit," she said, moving aside to let me pass.

I helped her to the couch, and began probing her to find out what was wrong.

"Shit," I said under my breath.  Then to her, "You're so stressed out that I'm
getting a headache just feeling you out."

"Feeling me out?  You said no funny business."

"Sorry.  Bad choice of words," I said lifting her legs up onto the couch.  "Just
lay here for a minute while I get a wash cloth."

"What do you need..." she started as I turned into her bedroom.

I found a clean wash cloth, and only took a moment examining her very messy bed
room.  At least the bed was fairly decent, even if we wouldn't get to use it
that night.

She was sitting up when I returned, her head almost between her legs as the room
spun around her.

"Hey, now.  I said to stay laying down.  Come on, Kim.  Just trust me.  I know
what I'm doing.  Or would you rather go to the hospital and have it put down on
your record that you suffered a nervous breakdown?  That's what's happening."

"I am not having a nnnnervous breakdown," she said shaking all over.  Then she
groaned and started getting sick.

"Shit," I said, leaping to grab a pot that was sitting in the sink.  I managed
to get it to her before she upchucked her lunch, then after giving the anti-barf
commands to myself, I dumped the mess down the toilet and rinsed the pot out.
After having to repeat the whole process one more time, I finally was able to
wet the cloth and started to wipe her face down.

"Thanks.  That does make me feel better," she said after a few minutes of laying
on her back while I swabbed her face and neck.

"You know what you need?" I said a few minutes later.

"What?"

"You need some good old fashioned mothering, that's all."

"My mother died when I was six," she admitted.

"Oh.  Sorry.  Kim, if I promise to be good, would you let me give you a little
TLC?"

"I don't know..."

"Don't you trust me yet?"

"No, it's not that.  I don't trust myself.  And I don't think I could stand..."
she said, tensing up.

"Hey..  Close your eyes, and relax.  Auntie Tim is here," I said in an auntie
sounding voice.

"But I.." she said.

I looked in her eyes and moved my face closer.  Her expression froze as the
inches between us slowly decreased, then parted her lips in an expectant way
when I reached the last inch.

I whispered, "You don't have to trust yourself.  Just trust me.  Just.. trust...
me..."

She gently nodded, but didn't close her mouth in case I finished my descent.  I
was tempted... Man was I tempted.  But I knew she wasn't ready yet.

I felt sorry for her.  I mean, when I first met her, she was a strong,
confident, fast thinking, and a steady on her feet woman who could have probably
stopped a locomotive with just will power.  But now, just barely a month later,
she was frail and very vulnerable, her will power and energy almost completely
used up.

Sure, I could have had my way with her, and she would have willingly gone along
with it too.  But afterwards, what then?  I came to her for her intelligence,
not to fuck myself silly for a few hours.  Actually, I still had high hopes to
do both, but only if she wouldn't hate herself or me later.

We were still staring into each other's eyes, our breaths in each other's faces
when I said, "I'm going to help you take your uniform off, then I'm going to
give you a massage.  Just relax and let me do all the work, okay?"

"Yess.." she said faintly.  She wasn't in a trance, but yet she didn't seem to
be completely aware.  I peeked inside her head and found that she had given up
her struggle altogether, blindly trusting me and not concerning herself with the
possible consequences.

This wasn't what I had in mind, but I was too aroused by her helpless state to
care.  She was as relaxed as she was going to get without drugs or physical
therapy, and I figured the best physical therapy would be the sexual kind.  But
first I needed to fix the cause of her problems.

"Listen to me," I said as formed the commands. "You do not need to worry about
other people finding out about us.  No one will ever suspect that I am any
younger than you are.  And as far as Corben is concerned, you will look upon it
as a mistake, and nothing more.  It was his fault for not checking to see if the
conference room would be free.

"Tomorrow, you are going find someplace private and finish giving Corben that
blowjob.  Then afterwards, you tell him you want to remain friends, but nothing
more.  You will not find his boyish face any more attractive than anyone else's.

"Kim, I need to know what you truly want.  I'm going to ask you a question.
Don't concern yourself with anything but the first reply you think of.  Here is
the question.  Would you like us to make love to each other tonight? Yes or no."

"...Yes."

"Good...." I said, rubbing her cheek with the back of my hand.  Her face frowned
for a moment, then it melted away.

"Kim, why did you frown a moment ago?"

"Spander...  He touched my cheek like that after...."

"Oh..." I said, finding she had developed stronger feelings for Spander than I
had first realized.

I did a deeper scan of Kim's mind, revealing a not so innocent background as her
demeanor suggested.  In fact, besides having a thing for younger looking
men/boys, she had another fetish more fitting for her line of work.  I had never
really experienced any real bondage besides the time I was tied up and drugged
by Penny's parents.  But Kim's memory of looking in the mirror while wearing her
dominatrix police outfit made my dick snap back to attention and struggle for
action.

Kim was sixteen when she had started exploring giving sexual pleasure to a tied
up male.  She had been babysitting two boys who were three and five years
younger than she was, playing an old familiar game of cops and robbers.  Kim at
the time had already decided to become a police officer like her father, so she
hadn't minded playing the part of the cop when the boys had asked her to play.

The older boy, Gary, had paid enough attention to her body with his eyes to tell
Kim he had been imagining what she looked like without clothes.  Although Kim
was flattered that he had found her attractive, some of his comments had been
bordering on being insulting.  And to make matters worse, his younger brother
Peter was trying to imitate him, saying things he obviously didn't mean or
really didn't understand.

So Kim had decided to teach them a lesson.  Once she captured them, she tied
them up to where they were helpless, then she teased them seductively before
deciding they had enough.

But as she reached around Gary to untie his hands, he whimpered not to untie
him, and begged her to continue her teasing.  That's when she accidentally
brushed up against his lumpy crotch, causing both of them to gasp.  His helpless
face and voice stirred up her desire and lust like water on a grease fire,
creating this powerful urge to sexually tease him in more direct ways.

Kim's head moved towards the thirteen year old's clothed crotch, her eyes locked
onto her target while her tongue prepared to do some licking.  She had given her
last boyfriend head once and had vowed never to do it again.  But her lust
demanded her do something, so she ran her tongue over his jeans crotch, making
Gary cum on the fourth pass.

Kim babysat Gary and Peter three more times before their parents decided Gary
could watch his brother alone.  But that didn't stop their fun.  It became a
regular after school event, especially the following year when Kim and Gary were
both going to high school and came home on the same bus.  Somehow Gary managed
to keep Peter's big mouth shut about what went on while their parents weren't
there.  And by the time Peter had turned thirteen, he was an active (actually
passive) participant in Kim's increasing sexual torments.

During the time she and Gary went to high school together, Kim resisted taking
either of their virginities.  But the summer following her first year of higher
education, she took her two 'men' and fucked them back into boys.  Gary had lost
his virginity while she had been away, but Kim had the honor of being Peter's
first.

I had known some of this from my scans the day I met her in the hospital.  But
for some reason, I never uncovered her desire to tie her lovers up and keep them
fully aroused for long periods of time before letting them cum.  Kim wasn't
looking to conquer her lovers, just sedate them with her sexual teasing while
she plays with them like the toys they were.  Because she didn't wish to
dominate her lovers, I must have overlooked that part of her background.

I checked to see who had been the last person she had played cops and robbers
with, and to my surprise it had been Gary and his wife Anna.  Gary had found a
woman who was into light bondage like himself, but she was also dominating in
nature, quite unlike Kim.  While Gary had humored her orders at first, he
eventually started avoiding their sexual play, and it reached a point where his
marriage was suffering.  After talking it over with his brother, he called Kim
up for her advice and help.

Gary convinced Kim to help him in an unusual way.  He and his wife came to Kim's
apartment the next weekend to give Anna a taste of what Gary had been hoping to
receive from her.  Anna was fully aware of what was supposed to take place, and
secretly planned to take over the activities to show Gary and Kim who was really
in control.

Anna's plan backfired, however.  Kim's training had kicked in when Anna
attempted to cuff her, easily flipping her would be captor onto her stomach and
using the same pair of cuffs on her before even realizing what she had done.

Anna's nasty attitude from the failure of her little plan made Kim angry and
Gary miserable.  So Kim tried her 'expertease' on Anna after completely
immobilizing her.  Despite neither woman having any interest in doing anything
sexual to another woman, Kim quickly adapted to the situation, and apparently so
did Anna.  Kim managed to bring Anna to an orgasm without ever taking off Anna's
panties or touching her bare tits.  Anna was so... grateful(?) to her, she
offered her blessing if Greg and Kim wanted to have sex.

When neither Greg or Kim indicated their desire either way, Anna actually
insisted, then begged.  I think it was an attempt to regain some control over
the situation, and it didn't take any more prodding for Kim to have one last
fuck with her old playmate.

That had been over a year ago.  Since joining the police force, Kim had only two
other lovers, both of which didn't care to be helpless while they could have
been fucking.  She missed the days with Greg and Peter, especially after losing
contact with her three college lovers that she had kept tied up nearly every
weekend while living at school.

But Spander's simple caress had stirred up her longing to have someone close to
her heart.  Even though she had cared for the men she had sex with, she never
actually felt any real love in the relationships.  Even Greg had been just a
friend to her, and that had been the leading reason she hadn't taken his
virginity from him.  She still somewhat regretted having taken Peter's, but
Peter apparently never did.  And of all the males, she probably cared for Peter
the most since he had been her little 'man'.

While I had been scanning her mind for all this, I had been unconsciously
stroking her cheek some more, causing her arms to get goosebumps.

Her eyes were shut, her breathing had slowed, and by the time I had finished my
scan, she appeared completely asleep.  But the moment I removed my hand from her
face, she opened her eyes and said "thank you" with a warm smile.

I hadn't seen her smile so beautiful before and returned the smile.  Our eyes
seemed locked on each other's smiling faces, neither of us wanting to look away.
She reached out and brought the hand I had been using on her cheek to her lips,
then gave it a few soft kisses.

My heart started to race with excitement as her soft lips parted and sucked my
index finger in.  Our eyes were still locked onto each other's expressions, and
I could see she was very good at this form of sexual play.

I have never had a woman who could suck on my finger and make it as erotic as
she did.  Her tongue had instantly covered my finger with her mouth's wetness,
stimulating it with feather soft touches of her tongue and lips.  So soft, so
gentle were these touches, my nerves in my finger were having trouble deciding
whether there was something touching or not.  Within a few minutes, my finger
was tingling all over, nearing the sensation of what a cock feels when inside a
hot wet pussy.

She knew I wasn't going to just sit there and take it for much longer, so
finally she pulled it out of her mouth, then gave it a few sensuous licks before
she sighed.

"I thought you said you were going to give me a massage?" she said a bit too
innocently a few moments later.  Our eyes were still locked on each other's
faces, and I had to blink several times before comprehending her words.

"I'll give you the best massage in you life," I said softly, my face showing the
energy I hadn't used in my words.  "But first..."

This time when my face came within an inch or two of hers, I didn't stop until
her parting lips were against mine.  Our tongues collided twice before we
managed to get them into the other's mouth.  Within seconds of beginning what
was supposed to be a heartfelt kiss, I was on top of her putting every bit of my
energy into kissing the incredibly hot woman underneath that uniform.

Her hands were pulling my shirt up my back while mine were busy trying to get
her buttoned shirt unbuttoned.  When she had worked my shirt up over my head, I
sat up straddling her tummy, pulled my arms and head out of my shirt, then
tossed it to the floor. In a surge of frustration and desire, I reached down and
ripped her shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere.

I paused a moment taking in the wonderful volume that her bra contained.  Then I
snaked my hands out to feel their size, but was intercepted by their owner's
hands grabbing my arms and pulling me back on down on top of her.

Man was she strong!  She held me against her while she teased my own nipples
with her incredible lips, then sent her hands down to my ass and pulled my
crotch up to her mouth.

The sounds she made while muzzling, licking, and sucking my seriously hard lump
through my jeans was driving me crazy, and when she somehow managed to force a
mouthful of saliva through the cloth onto the head of my dick, I felt the first
sensations of an orgasm starting.

But Kim wasn't about to let me cum yet.  She turned down her fire and pulled my
ass back down her body by my back pockets.  The look on my face must have really
turned her on though because after she looked at me, she sucked in deep breath
and didn't let it out until after she finished her rapid fire humps while she
came.

I was extremely aroused by all this, wanting to plunge my dick into her fuck
hole really bad.  But I had other plans, and wanted to put off fucking her until
at least after I had given her a mind blowing massage.  So as a compromise, I
promised myself I would take her virgin ass after warming up on her front door.

As Kim started to regain her senses, I got off her and used my muscles with a
little help of my abilities to quickly flip her over onto her stomach and unhook
her bra.

Kim started to say something just as my hands started kneading her still highly
tensed shoulders.  Her voice faded to the last vestiges of a breath she had been
holding in the last month.  She went limp as I focused my hands on working out
the knots and tension she had been collecting for far too long.

I sat down on the edge of the couch, then a few minutes later realized I would
be stiff myself if I continued to work like that.  So after bending down close
to her ear, I gently asked if we could move onto the floor so I could have more
room to maneuver.

Her speech was thick with that of a subject deeply hypnotized, but again, she
wasn't in any trance, just completely lost in her relaxation to bother moving
her tongue too quickly.  I barely understood that she had agreed as long as I
didn't stop.

I moved the coffee table against the wall on the far side of the room, then
turned around and found Kim in the middle of the carpeted floor on her stomach
already.  My eyes glanced over to the bra still laying on the couch, but fought
against my disappointment knowing that Kim was purposely teasing me that way.

She said nothing when I walked past her and got down on my knees behind her.  I
took her left foot and started rubbing with both hands through the black sock. I
worked one hand up the foot and ankle to the top of the sock, then slowly worked
the sock down and off while making her skin tingle with just a little bit of my
magic touch.

Kim jumped a little when I ran my tongue up the tender part of her foot, but
didn't give any further reaction as I began bathing her foot in my spit while
working her other sock off with my hands.

Once her other sock was flying through the air behind me, I moved my slobbering
mouth over to her other tasty foot.  It is amazing how much saliva one can put
out if you just know how to do it.  It was starting to drip down to her thigh
before I turned off the faucet in my mouth, then I worked my hands down her
smooth legs under her slacks, rubbing my spit in as much as I could.

I tired of that fairly quickly, finding her pants in the way of anything really
interesting.  So I gently placed her glistening wet feet on the floor, spread
her legs ever so slightly, then crawled up her body, dragging my very hard
crotch up her left leg and across her ass before coming to a stop.

Her breathing was almost as hard as mine, and she was sweating from her
excitement.  I licked the ear that she wasn't laying on, then teased the corner
of her mouth with my tongue.  But all she did was smile in a manner that teased
me more than I had teased her.

I sat up with a jerk, sitting on her ass a moment before straddling it and
reaching down to her shoulders with my hands.  As I moved my hands all over her
back, I started using my magic touch in short little bursts.  I mechanically
went over her back in a repeating pattern, letting myself daydream a little
about what I wanted to do next while I worked Kim towards a near blissful state
of relaxation.

When my arms started getting tired, I broke my pattern and brought my hands
around her sides and brushed my fingertips across the sides of her breasts.  The
instant I made contact, I turned up my magic touch for a moment, producing a
deep groan from Kim as her tits felt like they were have their own little
orgasm.

I repeated this three times, each time extending both the contact and the magic
touch. On the fourth pass I forced my hands underneath her, slipped my body off
hers to the right, then pulled her over my lap and onto her back, feasting my
eyes on her lovely juicy tits.

Now I had seen my fair share of breasts.  Big breasts, small breasts, average,
and everything in between.  I had also sucked many of those, but I had never
before seen breasts so white, with nipples so brightly pink, or with such
firmness for their larger than average size.  My mouth watered as I began
kneading her incredible flesh, watching her nipples harden and rise, then
finally gave in to my desire to taste them.

I dived into them, slobbering and sucking one as I continued my kneading of the
other.  My adrenaline was pumping while I smeared my face all over her wet
breasts, my desire rising with each moment, causing me to get a little careless.
I began surging my magic touch while I roughened my groping, driving Kim nearly
senseless with the miniature orgasms I was causing.

While I was attempting to suck as much of her right tit inside my mouth as I
could, Kim suddenly wrapped her arms around my head to press my mouth and teeth
into her orgasmic flesh.  The pain in my jaw caused by her strength brought me
back to my senses very quickly.  When after a few moments Kim didn't let go, I
was forced to override the muscles in her arms and loosen her grip enough for me
to escape.

I sat up, straddling her waist, feeling my very full hardon struggle to find
that more comfortable position in my cramped pants.  Looking down at Kim's
glistening breasts while she started to roughly handle them herself, the desire
to fuck those gorgeous tits hit me like a locomotive.  I unzipped my jeans to
release my anxious and not so little buddy, then let him happily lead the way up
between the two mounds of soft flesh.

Kim immediately started to object, but when she felt my dick's magic touch
against her breasts' skin, having the same sensation as when a prick was
entering her pussy, her sentence ended in a moan, then her hands pushed her
breasts together to close the gap around my prick.

The precum which had been flowing steadily out of my dick helped lubricate her
sweating and spit covered breasts as I started the slow pumping motion.  After
the first eight or nine pumps, my speed was at a decent enough speed to make her
breasts quiver from my movement.  While this sight combined with the sensations
her wonderful breasts were having on my fully hardened prick were very erotic
and good, there was something missing to complete the experience.

The instant I realized what it was, I sent the commands without thinking about
it.  Her head eagerly shot up and her tongue began actively licking me whenever
my dick's head appeared on the other side of her breasts.  The picture was
complete, but I felt my satisfaction fading, so I thrusted harder and harder
until my dick's head was entering her sucking lips.

On a final powerful thrust, my dick split her breasts apart and my head fully
entered her mouth, spurting its seed into her surprised mouth.  Her initial
reaction was one of horror, but I triggered her own orgasm to begin, and then
made her suck me off like a whore when she started to choke from my continuing
filling of her hot mouth.

Despite the arousal I had altering her to satisfy me, the interruption of my
orgasm to perform these mental tasks had resulted in ruining its intensity.  And
once I had calmed down enough to look at Kim still eagerly sucking on my dick,
the displeasure of what I had done killed what was left of my after cum high.

For a moment, I didn't recognize her.  I had turned her into a cum loving bitch
who minutes before would have never allowed someone to cum inside her mouth. And
the worst part about it was she was pretty good at it.  I was already hard again
from her swooshing tongue and feather soft lips moving themselves up and down my
tingling cock...

When I realized she was bringing me quickly to full arousal again, I knew how to
fix my little screw up.  I had her stop, pulled my dick out of her mouth, and
had her assume the tit fucking position again.  Once I was back up to fucking
speed, I blanked her memory of what had happened up to the point right before I
had made her use her tongue on the head of my dick.

This time, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations I was receiving
only.  I nearly jumped off her when I felt her tongue again, finding her
attempting to bring her orgasm to peak by trying something she felt was the
thing to do even if she couldn't remember the source.

I saw Kim make another decision that wasn't formed from the hidden memories. Her
hands let go of her tits and pulled me back down her body until our faces her
aligned.  I felt her hands struggling to undo her slacks, so I got off her a
moment and pulled them and her panties off, then shook my own jeans off my legs.

The moment I got down on the floor with her, Kim took control of the situation.
Before I could resist, she had me pinned to the floor and moments later had her
hot, very wet cunt slipping over my pole.

She wasn't a bad fit, actually.  I was surprised at the slight tightness her
pussy still retained.  And Kim used it well, driving me into a desperate state
quickly, then resisting my every attempt to take me over the edge.  Her own
orgasm was far from reaching that point, and that was probably the way she
wanted it.

The weight of a full grown woman on top of me was becoming a more familiar
feeling to me.  But it was still an exciting sensation to feel the extra weight,
the curvier and fuller shape pressing down on you from above.  Of the few fully
grown women I had intercourse with at the time, Kim was most definitely the
largest and heaviest.  She wasn't overweight or a larger boned woman, just... I
don't know.  More dense in mass perhaps?  Besides having a great pair of breasts
and matching ass, Kim's body didn't have all that much body fat.  Oh, but she
was a bit taller than the average woman, but not that much. Maybe it was the
muscles her job required her to have.

So this combined with her slight tightness was really getting me desperate to
fuck harder, but as I was helpless to do so, I found myself about to take
matters into my own hands again.

I didn't.  Before I reached that point, I decided I had to withstand it without
letting myself take the easy way out.  If anything else, I figured it could
actually help me against some future attempt by Steven to make me lose control.
So, I stopped my struggling and allowed Kim to keep me at the level which only
the twins had been able to maintain before.

Sometime during my dazed state of desperation, my mind brought up the domination
game Holly and I had played while inside Beanies trailer.  The image of Holly's
face twisted by her orgasms then relaxing when she passed out repeated in my
mind three or four times.  Penny's face, Julie's face, LeAnne's, Joy's, and
finally Suzi's face, all took turns displaying their most intense orgasms of
their lives while fucking me.  I loved each one in a way unique to the rest, and
Kim would be added to the collection of faces twisted by Tim's orgasmic power.
But not yet, I decided.  She first would do it her way before we would do it my
way.

Somehow she sensed my mind had wandered off, for at that point in my thoughts
she licked my lips. She teased me with her tongue and lips for several long
minutes before her own arousal made teasing no longer acceptable.

I managed to put a block on my own orgasm so I wouldn't shoot off before she
did, then found my mouth being invaded by a very active tongue and concentrated
on the oral battle at hand.  This battle didn't last very long, for we were both
short of breath as it was, and this made it even worse.  But when her grip
slipped and I found my right arm free, I quickly took advantage of it by
slipping it down to her left tit which was pressed tightly against me.

The moment my fingers touched her tit, her mind recalled the earlier sensations
my magic touch had given her and somehow recreated the sensation without my
involvement.

The discomfort from her mouth emitting a very loud moan right in my ear was
washed away by the sensations of her cunt spasming madly while she humped me
with a new passion.  She got up on her hands to thrust even more powerfully,
freeing my own hands to attach themselves to her bouncing mammaries.

When she came, she came with a high pitched screech that was probably heard down
the hall by you know who.  I was so preoccupied by these things, I forgot to
release my own orgasm with hers, and found her lowering herself on top of me
before I realized my error.

I don't think I had felt that aroused and that frustrated since the previous
summer when Carol teased me with her body while I was drugged.  But I was in
full control of myself, knowing I couldn't just take what I wanted without
obtaining permission and preparing her first.

The problem was, Kim was worn out.  She had done all the work for nearly an
hour, and her orgasm had satisfied her lust completely.  Her mind wasn't quite
to the point of regretting anything yet, but I knew she would be feeling guilty
for putting me through all that.  If I had cum with her, that would have been
different.  But since I hadn't, Kim would start thinking she had used me, then
blow things out of proportion from there.

I quickly ran through my options, but didn't see any way out without altering
her mind somehow.  When Kim said something softly, I didn't catch it and asked
her to repeat it.

"I said, I'm a bit thirsty," Kim said in a stronger voice.

As Kim started to get up off of me, her words strangely echoed in my head.
Something was very important about this, but my slightly dazed mind wasn't
letting it register.  I was thinking she should be thirsty after all the
sweating we had done, then remembered how she had puked earlier and probably
needed to replenish the liquids she had lost.  Then my mind flickered to my need
to fuck her ass, and finally made the all important connection.

"Kill two birds with one fucking big boulder," said to myself as I got up.  My
hardon hadn't gone down at all from the expectation of pounding her ass, and
again it led the way, but this time towards the two champagne bottles of the
purple drink.

I wasn't easy to convince Kim to drink any of it, but I used her guilty
conscience against her by allowing her to make the assumption I hadn't cum yet.
Of course I had, and she had even sucked it out of me a bit, but since she
didn't remember that, I only failed to correct her on the matter when I saw it
would get her to comply.

Even then, she didn't drink very much.  She was only planning on doing enough to
even the score and didn't want to get that deep into it again.  But once it had
started making her feel better, I talked her into drinking another swallow, then
another, and then another. At that point she had enough of the stuff in her to
suggest she might just enjoy another round.

Fifteen minutes and two glasses later, she was on her back flat on the floor
with my face in her very wet puss, trying her best to get more of my tongue and
mouth inside her.  I knew she was ready for the next stage when her legs tried
to wrap around my head, so I slipped inside her and withdrew it covered with her
juice, then rubbed it against her exposed and already winking rose.

She moaned a no, but her ass was saying yes to my trained senses, so I
lubricated her rose with her juices a few more times before slipping my first
finger in her relaxed anus up to the first joint.

Her body instantly stiffened when her ass clamped down hard on my finger, then
she let out an airy but clear "no" that made me think she might not allow me to
continue.  When her ass released its grip on my finger and I pressed my finger
in to the second joint, her body stiffened again, but this time she only let out
her breath when she relaxed.

On the third try, I had my finger all the way in and found her gasp and small
moan quite encouraging.  A minute later, I was slowly pulling it out, then
sliding it back in with the only resistance being her ass clasping from reflex.

Once I was sliding in and out with ease, I worked the second finger, then
finally a third.  At this point Kim was actively participating, but when she
demanded that I fuck her ass, it came as a shock.

She almost argued with me when I insisted she get up on her hands and knees, but
when I pulled my fingers out and waited, she had no choice but to do so.  The
drink was driving her to not only let me fuck her ass, but to do it the way I
liked it best.

I plunged my dick back into her extremely wet pussy, then couldn't resist
fucking it when she had started the rocking motions herself.  But my goal was
still on her ass, so once I had scratched enough of that itch, I pulled out and
pressed it against her waiting ass hole.

I instructed her to push her shitting muscles as long as she could until I was
in all the way, then waited for her to comply.  Not only did she follow those to
the letter, I nearly didn't have to push as she pressed herself back.

Now that was more like the Kim I had met in the hospital.  She made a decision
and stuck with it even though it was very painful.  She didn't relax until I
pushed myself in the last inch, then sat there very still trying to control the
pain.  She never whimpered or even shed a tear, just withstood it while her ass
stretched to its new size.

As always, I was tempted to reduce the pain, but I didn't, especially since she
was handling it so well.  And once she motioned for me to pull out a bit, it
wasn't long before I was humping at a slow and steady speed.  As she began to
coordinate her anal muscles with my pumps, I took the open bottle of drink I had
purposely left within my reach and took several good long swigs, then passed her
the bottle.  We didn't stop passing the bottle back and forth until it was
empty, with Kim having drank more than I.

I was fucking her ass at full speed when I felt her weight shift.  Kim was on
her face trying desperately to frig herself as I fucked her ass, triggering my
overdue orgasm that made me see stars for a moment.  Her own orgasm quickly
followed when my gushing semen filled her anal cavity with a sudden warmth.  I
followed her down when she lost her ability to remain on her knees, and
continued to fuck her ass with some difficulty until both our orgasm had
finished and had begun to rebuild.

With a single minded like purpose, we rearranged ourselves so she was on her
back with her legs over my shoulders.  I was fucking her ass freely again as she
frigged herself madly, both of us so far into the effects of the drink we didn't
realize anyone else was there until someone pushed me backwards onto my back.

Through the haze of my drink induced lust, I recognized Spander's cock between
two somewhat hairy and strong legs as they bent down.  I watched in a detached
state of fascination as Kim's pussy somehow managed to accept the huge but
rather short cock, his crotch taking several minutes before finally coming to a
rest against hers.

Kim was strangely still and calm considering the amount of pain and lust she
must have been experiencing.  I was barely withstanding my own lust, finding
Spander's raising ass a very tempting target.

As Spander's rising came to a halt then began to sink down into her again, I
recognized the familiar vibes I was picking up from both of them.  The sex was
over for now.  This was love.  And even in my desperate state, there was no way
I would interrupt that.

My need to fuck was otherwise in control however, and it only took a matter of
seconds to decide how to fix the situation.

I reached out with my mind, and with the energy of my sugar saturated brain I
quickly found a neighbor who was perfect to suit my needs.

I grabbed the other bottle of drink, and left the apartment, closing the door
behind me.  I walked up the hall, up three flights of stairs, then down another
hall to the apartment directly above Kim's, still completely nude and hard.

A pregnant woman let me in as soon as I reached the door, then I had to step
over the two small children playing next to the kitchen in front of the hall
leading to the back bedrooms.  No one noticed me as I made my way to the
bathroom where my unknowing prey was busy fucking herself with her fingers on
the floor of the running shower.

The twenty-two year old woman was fantasizing about her ex-boyfriend fucking her
their first and only time, wishing she had let him try out her butt instead of
him leaving her the next week.

I put her into the dreamstate as I entered the bathroom, then made her believe I
was her ex-boyfriend and that we were re-living that day she had been recalling.
It wasn't very honorable, I know.  But it was either that or going to Mrs.
Samson, the neighbor who I had talked to outside Kim's door before Kim had let
me in.

Mr. Samson wasn't into that stuff anymore, while Mrs. Samson was more into it
than she ever had been.  On the way up, I had set the bottle of drink off at
their door and knocked without breaking my stride. I "suggested" to Mrs. Samson
that the champagne might get him in the mood.  I just hoped he didn't drink too
much of it and have a heart attack.  Of course, there are worse ways to go. Come
to think of it, I don't think there is a better way.

The moment I stepped into the shower, all bets were called off.  The wet
brunette beauty laid out before my hungry eyes was incredibly hot looking.  Some
of her long hair was plastered against her aroused face, her mouth open,
breathing deeply as she looked at me with lust in her eyes.  Her fingers
continued their fucking, believing she was just fantasizing my presence.

Just the sight of her caused me to start cumming, showering her in my white seed
just moments after I had stepped between the her and the showerhead. Ropes and
ropes of my cum splattered against her glistening body while her free hand began
rubbing it in and scooping it up to taste.  As my massive orgasm ended, I fell
to my knees and slouched forward between her open legs without realizing it.

I was recovering my strength when her voice startled me saying "Josh, I want you
to fuck my ass."

As I lifted my eyes up toward the source of her voice, they gazed upon the sight
of her now empty pussy as it quivered while it laid wide open.  The sight
brought my lust and energy right back up to the point it had been, and my mouth
descended onto her fleshy mound without another thought.

She ground her sex into my face as I began fucking it with my tongue.  If I had
been in a less desperate state, I would have given her a decent licking out
instead of the brute force tongue fuck.  But even that wasn't enough to satisfy
my drink enriched lust.

When my finger rubbed her ass hole, she lurched and became resistant to
continue.  Without hesitating, I sent the commands to stimulate her ass to the
point where it burned for my cock.  Then it was only a matter of the routine
one, two, then three fingers before she was ready for the real thing.

The water was getting cold, so I managed to shut it off while she got into the
doggy position.  I entered her hot wet pussy, fucked it a few minutes to get it
well lubed, all the while her voice begged me to fuck her ass.

When I pressed it up to her rose bud, she slammed herself back and impaled
herself.  She jerked, moaned, bucked, screamed, then stiffened before throwing
her entire weight backwards, causing me to sit back on my heels and bumped my
head on the back of the plastic walled shower.

I struggled to get my trapped legs uncoiled as she continued to jerk and buck
like a chicken with its head cut off.  Her moans and shrieks were like music to
my ears, and her tight ass was doing wonders to my still expanding dick.

I managed to get my legs straightened out and found myself echoing some of her
moans.  I had never had someone fuck me like that, and I loved its violent yet
nondestructive nature.  My dick finally exploded inside her hot ass, causing us
both to scream as my hot spunk began filling her ass and quenching the fire she
felt.

In the middle of our orgasms, the bathroom door was flung open and the shower
curtain was nearly ripped from its brackets as a man screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER!"

He didn't wait for an answer and had already reached hand around my neck when I
said "Fuck Off."

I a blink of an eye, he leapt out of the bathroom, allowing the two of us to
continue where we left off.

Her ass finally came to a rest with me still deep within her, and she sat there
a moment before falling forward.  My dick slipped out of her as she laid on top
of me and prepared to fall asleep like that.  I too found myself falling asleep,
but the cries of the two children drifting in through the open doorway caused me
to hold off my exhaustion for a moment.

My fuck off command had led to the man finding his wife and nearly ripping the
clothes off her semi willing body.  They were in the mists of their own first
anal sex, completely oblivious to the little boy and girl who were extremely
upset by the two adult's actions.

I quickly had them crawl up on the couch and fall asleep before finally laying
back in the tub and letting my own eyes close,.

The shock of cold water woke me up sputtering, then it stopped as I reached to
turn the water off.

"Who the fuck are you?" the towel covered beauty said.  Her voice was uncertain,
or more accurately undecided whether she was angry or just curious.

My dick snapped back to attention when I looked a bit too long at her tasty body
and face.  Her own eyes began roaming over my sprawled body, taking a
considerable amount of time on my pulsing dick before dropping the towel.

Her original question was forgotten as her eyes asked me another.  I answered
her eyes by getting out of the tub and pressing my body up against hers while
our mouths inhaled each other's tongues.

There must have still have been some of the drink in my system, otherwise I
would have never felt like fucking her after having expended so much sexual
energy earlier.  But I wasn't in the lusty daze I had been earlier, and had
enough of my wits to check on the state of her fertility.

I nearly yipped when I found out what I had missed before.  I slowed our frantic
kissing and pawing down until I was holding the young woman against me with her
head on my shoulder.

"Kathleen, my name is Tim Branton and I'm, er, like here to help," I lied.

"Help?" she said suddenly aware of her actions and position again.  "Oh my God.
Where's Bobby?"

"Your son is asleep on the couch with his cousin," I said, giving her back a
small dose of my magic touch.  "And your brother and sister-in-law are in their
bedroom asleep also.  How about you and I go into Tara's room to talk about Josh
and Bobby."

My magic touches were doing their job, and she passively agreed.  I had to pick
her limp body up and carry her to the little girl's bedroom where I laid her on
the floor and went to close the door.

When I turned back around, my pole shot back up while my hardening nipples
tingled from the erotic position I had accidentally laid her in.  Her bent knees
had parted, giving me another mouthwatering view of her sex, and the way she was
gazing at me with hungry eyes would have made a ninety year old cum in his
pants.

But I could see past those hungry eyes and into the mind of the woman who needed
a father for her son, and had sworn to marry the next man she had sex with by
hook or by crook.  And because I had blanketed the entire building earlier to
see me as an adult, she thought I was just a bit older than she was.


Kathleen was attempting to use the very thing that she never carried out with
Josh.  He never knew about her pregnancy after making love the night of their
senior prom.  She had decided that Josh would only make things worse if he knew,
especially from the immature way he acted after that night of passion.

But now she regretted her decision, but felt she couldn't just tell him after
four and a half years of hiding the truth.  So she was attempting to commit me
to take his place by allowing me to 'knock her up' and having my child.

And to be perfectly honest, she wasn't having any trouble supporting her hungry
look and aroused state.  Josh's body had been similarly fit and lean, and the
memories of our earlier fuck kept flashing in her mind while I flexed every
muscle I had as I walked up to her.

Oh, what to do.  I wanted to fuck her so bad, and she was totally and completely
willing.  But she was doing it for partially the wrong reasons, and I felt
obligated to tell her I wouldn't cum inside her.  I told her I wasn't ready to
become a father just yet.

But my words fell on deaf ears.  She didn't believe I would be able to prevent
my release once we were into it, and if I tried to pull out, she would have
wrapped her legs around me to prevent that.

I decided that I would help her work things out with Josh if possible, or
otherwise find a good and willing man that would love and protect her and her
son.  So with that out of the way, I initiated the block for my orgasm, then
gently laid down on top of her with my meat pinned between our bellies.

"Kathleen, I promise things will work out, just not the way you planned," I said
before kissing her hot lips.

I came up for air a minute later and panted, "You know what?  You are one hot
momma.  Hot momma Kathleen."

Her tongue came out and licked me from the chin to my lip, making every arousal
overload warning light in my head to flash and burn out.  I captured her tongue
in my mouth and reeled it in, then raised my hips and aligned my drill head
before slowly burrowing it into her moist hole.

My lust boiled through me as I quickly went to full pumping speed.  I don't know
what it was about her body that turned me on so much.  It was just so..  sexy to
me.  And the knowledge she wanted to have my child made so much more erotic that
at one point I almost removed the block restraining my orgasm.

I felt her own orgasm approaching just as I felt the familiar strain of fucking
without release.  With a sudden new desire to come inside of her hit me, I
quickly adapted my strategy.  Kathleen never suspected a thing when I pulled out
of her, replacing my real dick with my invisible one, then promptly grabbed her
legs and pulled them up to my shoulders.

Her eyes went wide as my cock's head pressed against her asshole, then shut as
her ass opened to take it in.  And as I started to fuck her ass, I linked our
orgasms then altered the level at where they would release at.

Kathleen began rocking her head back and forth as we reached nearly twice the
amount of sexual arousal she had ever felt before.  Every nerve in our bodies
were starting to tingle with our sexual energy, filling our minds with nothing
but the pleasure of sex.  I felt her mind and will submit themselves to be my
everlasting fuck toy, and that brought our orgasm to its peak.

My dick expanded and began spurting its creamy substance into her ass again. But
this time she came with a silent scream while her ass was busily milking my dick
for every drop.

Two powerful thrusts and a series of short quick ones ended our orgasm, then her
eyes rolled up into her head as she slipped into unconsciousness.  I was in
extreme need of sleep myself, but managed to stumble back down to Kim's
apartment before passing out on the couch.

I was extremely confused when I woke up later, finding myself in someone's
living room, taking me almost a whole minute to realize whose it was.

The coffee table was were I had left it, and Kim's family portrait hung right
above it.  I wondered what had become of Spander and Kim, but I was too tired to
care beyond simply wondering and I rolled over and fell promptly asleep again.

I woke up to the sounds of coffee perking in the kitchen, then Spander walked
over to me when he noticed I was awake.  My cheeks were probably glowing from my
embarrassment, but Spander didn't seem to be upset or even concerned at what
happened.  If anything, his voice was very warm when he said, "You sure know how
to get on a guy's good side."

"Huh?" I weakly said.

"First I find you and Kim going at it like a pair of coyotes, then after Kim
conked out on me, I hear this ruckus going on down the hall.  When I went to
check it out, this old lady opens the door as I passed her apartment and invites
me in, then flashes her nude body at me.

"I had to run to get away from her.  And then Kim nearly pounces on me and we
have another go at it.  She wore me out.  How much  of that stuff did she drink
anyway?"

"A lot.  She's probably going to be too tired to go into work today.  Same with
me."

"I have never seen someone go at it with that kind of energy before..."  he said
with a distant voice.

I was just dropping off again when he said, "Your parents know where you are?"

"My mom found me while I was with Kathleen," I said sleepily.  "She told me to
crash here."

I think Spander would have questioned me about that, but I fell asleep before he
could.  When I awoke the next time, he was gone.  It was about 8:40 am, and I
knew Joey had tried to contact me earlier and had found out what had happened.
My mom had already called me in for school, so I just rolled off the couch,
visited the bathroom, then decided while I was in there I needed a shower before
I joined Kim in her bed.

To my surprise, Kim stepped in the shower behind me as I finished up.

"Oh, it's you," she said in an almost disappointed tone.

"Spander I guess went to work," I said with a little embarrassment.

"That's okay," she said pressing herself against my back and kissing my neck.

"Er, Kim...  I'm too tired to do this here and now.  Can we.."

"That's a relief.  I thought that after Pat interrupted us..."

"Pat?  Oh you mean Spander," I said, recalling that Spander's full was Patrick
Henry Spander.

Kim was starting to lean heavily on me, and her extra weight was making me
strain to stay on my feet.  So I turned around in her arms and found her eyes
halfway shut with a weak smile on her face.

"Let's go to bed," I simply said.

Kim nodded her head in agreement, and we managed to wipe ourselves off without
falling over before crawling in her nice big bed.

There was an awkward moment when we both decided we wanted to curl up with each
other, but we were shy about being the first to suggest it.  But when we saw it
in each other's eyes, we both moved together and kissed gently for a long time
before allowing ourselves to be taken by the need to sleep.

My internal alarm clock woke me up around 11:30, and I found myself staring into
Kim's sleeping face.  She wasn't the prettiest faced woman, but she was still
very attractive, especially when my morning hardon finally kicked in.

I peeked inside her head and checked out what had gone on in my absence.  Kim
and Spander had fucked five times, each time becoming easier since Kim's cunt
had stretched a little more.

I sighed, knowing how loose it would feel if I ever bothered to fuck her front
door again.  But I wasn't all that worried since 'Pat' hadn't touched her
backdoor, and I knew he wasn't interested in ever trying it.

Kim was seriously in love, having feelings for him she had never felt for anyone
else before.  And I couldn't find the reasons for this.  I mean, apart from his
caresses, he hadn't done anything more than fuck her.  They had started out
making love, but shortly after I left, they both lost control and fucked like
maniacs the rest of the time.  The feelings Kim had were a lot stronger than I
felt would come out of their initial love making.

I gave up on looking for a reasonable cause, figuring it was some kind of
phenomenon like finding your soulmate.  Kim's obsession with younger males was
still strong enough to find me extremely attractive, and I certainly found her
to be as arousing as I ever did.  I hoped to see Kim in her dominatrix police
outfit as she did her best teasing on both Spander and myself, but that depended
on Spander's feelings on the matter.

My hardon wasn't going down on its own, and once I found Kim still too tired to
bother waking, I forced it to behave and started rooting around to find my
clothes.

I wrote Kim a note asking her to call me when she woke up, leaving the phone
number of the Kathleen's brother's apartment.  After checking in with Joey and
my mom, I went directly to the Samsons' door and knocked.

Mr. Samson answered the door dressed in a woman's robe which barely covered the
necessary areas.

"What you want!" he said in an irritated voice.

"I was just checking out how the bottle I left for you worked out," I said
apologetically.

"Oh, so it was YOU who turned my sweet little Anna into a horny bitch!"

"Uhm, no..  She did that herself.  Didn't you have any?" I said, afraid to scan
him mind to find out.

"Hell yeah.  And it was the best god damn sex I've had in my life.  But after
Anna wore me out, she went looking for some more, and now she's in there fucking
our God damn superintendent," he said motioning towards the back bedrooms. "I'd
break the bottle over your head if I wasn't too tired to go get it."

I spotted the three-fourths full bottle of drink on the kitchen table, then
quickly checked to see how much Anna had drank.

"Uhm, I hate to tell you this, but...  Your wife hasn't had a drop of that
stuff..."

"Tell me something I don't know.  If you hadn't given her that damn stuff, I
would have never broke the fuckin' hypnotic suggestion by plowing her ass.  Now
get out of here before I make you think you're a banana who needs peeled," he
said and slammed the door in my face.

I stood there blinking my surprise, realizing Mr. Samson was a master hypnotist
that had long ago conditioned his wife to be his little slut, then later
attempted to reverse it when he had lost his interest in sex.  But the hypnotic
suggestion he used to inhibit her wild sexual urges had been degrading, and it
had only been a matter of time before she would have been fucking the super
anyway.

As I was walking down the hall towards the stairs, Mr. Samson opened the door
and shouted, "And take this god damn stuff with you!" before tossing the bottle
to me, not caring if I caught it or not.

I dived for the bottle and managed to just touch the side of it before it hit
the floor and bounced.  Between my slight push and the cushioning of carpeted
floor, the bottle didn't shatter, just ended up on its side ten feet away.
However, the carpet burns on my arms made me a bit angry at Mr. Samson, so once
I had the bottle in my hand, I went right up to the old man's door and rang the
doorbell continuously until he flung the door open and shouted "WHAT!"

"You didn't thank me," I said calmly but with eyes betraying my anger.

"Thank You?!?" he said disbelieving and almost welcoming a challenge to his
authority.

He reached out and grabbed me, pulling me inside and throwing me to the floor
with surprising strength.  I was still in shock when I felt the familiar
sensations of someone attempting to penetrate my mental shield.

I looked up and found Mr. Samson staring at me intensely, his eyes open to where
they were almost perfectly round.  His pathetic attempt to "hypnotize" me caused
a chuckle to escape my lips, but I sobered up instantly when his fist came
flying towards me.

I managed to divert it physically, then easily flipped the zombie switch in his
head.

"Look.  I have to go see a woman about a father for her child, and don't have
time to play with you.  For now on, you will have sex with your wife whenever
she wishes and however she likes it.  You will focus your attention on pleasing
her in every way possible.  After she finishes with the super, you will do
everything possible to prevent her from wanting another man as long as you shall
live.  Understand?"

"Yes.." he said distantly.

"Good.  Now get in there and please your wife while she finishes blowing him."

I turned around and left without another word.  After his robe parted and I got
a glimpse of his rather ancient and small hard dick, it was all I could do to
keep myself from snickering again.

I climbed the stairs examining his memories, finding he had been a very naughty
boy.  He never realized he had any special abilities, just believed he had a
knack for hypnotizing people.  I figured his belief he had hypnotized his
subjects was the reason why he never enslaved more than one or two people at a
time.

Lately he had been using his abilities on a few 'patients' who just happened to
be investors.  They were handling his retirement fund while he 'treated' them
for their smoking habit.  I loosened some of the restrictions on the future use
of his powers, seeing they would be in trouble financially if he lost his free
will to his wife's released sexual desire.  I reduced the programming he had
unknowingly given her many years ago, then closed the links I had on their minds
as I knocked on Kathleen's brother's door.

When no one answered, I scanned the room inside and found Kathleen and the two
children in the little girl's room.  I made Kathleen believe she heard the door,
then waited, feeling her excitement and anxiety growing as she walked towards
the door.

When she opened the door, I was surprised to find her face literally painted
with makeup.  She saw the shock on my face and her anxiety vanished as she said,
"You like it?"

Seeing I would only make things worse by lying, I said, "Actually, I liked it
better with out all that stuff on."

Her face fell, her anxiety wiping out the excitement she had felt.  But she
surprisingly recovered very quickly and said, "Do you want to come in, or stand
in the hall for the rest of the afternoon?"

"What's that?" she said after shutting the door behind me.

"Just something to put you in the mood," I said, rubbing the neck of the bottle
against her lovely ass.

She turned bright red from my actions and words, then hurried down the hall to
get the kids.  I watched her ass the whole way, knowing I would be having all I
wanted of it before the afternoon was up.

Bobby clung to her like he would fall off the ends of the earth if he let go,
while Tara came right up to me and said hello.  Tara was six, while Bobby was
nearly four years old.  But besides the age difference, there was another
obvious difference.

Bobby's darker skin and tight curly dark hair prompted me to check Kathleen's
mind for an image of Josh.  As I suspected, Josh was black.  That explains why
her images of Josh's body had such a deep dark tan.  I kicked myself REALLY hard
for not realizing the truth to that before.

Kathleen started making toasted cheese sandwiches for everyone while I
entertained the two children.  I easily made Bobby think I was the neatest thing
since discovering the Smurfs on TV, and found myself unable to probe for any
more information since the three of us had started a pillow fight.

Despite my size, they easily defeated me.  I was still pretty tired from the day
before.  And once I finally surrendered, I found myself needing to take a leak.

Kathleen called the kids to the table, and I excused myself to the restroom as
she was cutting up Bobby's sandwich into little squares.  Instead staying on my
feet, I sat down on the seat, and rested a few minutes extra after finishing my
long pee.

When I finally returned to the others, I failed to notice the two kids hadn't
touched their sandwiches and were begging Kathleen for another glass of juice.

"Can they have another glass?" she asked me.

I was about to ask her why she was asking me when my eyes fell upon my glass
filled with a light purple liquid.  I looked over at the bottle of drink that
was now only a third full, then glanced down at her own nearly empty glass.

"Definitely not!" I said, getting up in a hurry.  "You shouldn't have given them
or yourself any without asking me first."

"Why?  Are you saying it's.."

"No, it isn't poison or anything.  It's just...  In about five minutes, I'm
going to have two very hyper kids and one horny mother to deal with."

No sooner than I said that, Tara started chasing Bobby around the sofa.  I
scanned their minds and found they were already feeling the sugar rush of the
drink.  I was surprised to find Bobby's little dick was hard, and Tara was
having similar prepubescent arousal.  The young girl that Penny had used the
drink on the last summer hadn't felt aroused, but then she had been extremely
scared, and maybe that was why.

Kathleen wasn't feeling the effects yet, so I guessed the two children's
metabolism had absorbed the drink faster than hers.  Figuring I only had a
minute or two before Kathleen would be trying to seduce me, I wolfed down the
sandwiches, catching myself when I nearly took a sip of the drink.

By the time I was finished,  Kathleen was battling her urge to fuck me where I
stood.  I sent the two hyper children to Tara's room, then allowed Kathleen to
drag me to the master bedroom where I closed and locked the door.

Kathleen pressed her body up against my back and ground her crotch into my ass
as her hands undid my pants.  I was getting really turned on by her movements,
but as I kicked my pants off and turned around, her over made-up face repelled
my desire to suck on it.

"Why do you ruin your look with that shit," I said trying to rub it off with my
fingers.

"It makes me feel sexy," she said attempting to press her almost black painted
lips against my natural colored ones.

"Well, I'm sorry, but if you want me to have sex with you, you're gonna have to
clean that stuff of your face."

"Fuck me!" she demanded, pushing me down on the floor and struggling to remove
her own pants.

I sighed, then captured her eyes with mine and said, "Go clean your face, or I
will leave."

The seriousness of my words were amplified by the truth my empathic talents
transmitted to her.  With hurt feelings, she got up and dashed to the bathroom.

While she was furiously scrubbing her face, I removed my shirt and climbed on
the bed.  I was going to enjoy making her do all the work, teasing her by making
her go slow when her desire was insisting on speed.  I would use her own lust to
enslave her to my will, help her talk things through with Josh, then set her
free once things were stable there.

With Josh being black and Kathleen being white, I wasn't going to force them to
work thing out to the point they would get married.  I didn't have a problem
with their interracial relationship, but felt because the racial barrier
existed, I had to let them work those kind of thing out without my interference.
All I was going to do was ensure Josh didn't reject Kathleen and Bobby when he
found out about his son, and then probably enforce that he took his share of the
responsibility for the boy.

By the time she got back to the room with a clean face, Kathleen's pants were
off and her panties had a large wet spot in the crotch.  Her shirt was fairly
wet from all the scrubbing she did, and I couldn't help but gawk at her nipples
showing through the wet material.  Her eyes instantly locked on to my hard dick
sticking straight up, and was about to remove her panties when I stopped her.

"You're not going to just walk in here and fuck without giving me some head, now
are you?" I teased.  When she indicated she was going to do just that, I shook
my head and said, "Nope.  You're gonna have to suck me off first.  Then if you
do a good job with that, I'll let you wrap your slutty cunt around my manhood so
you can get off."

The indecision in her eyes slowly melted as she watched my dick move with my
pulse, and after about a minute of staring, she knelt over it and opened her
mouth to take it in.

She had never given fellatio before, and it showed.  After she had scraped the
rim of my dick with her teeth, I nearly slapped her across the face with the
back of my hand when she tried to chew on it experimentally.  My hand had come
up immediately to push her away, but the speed of which I had done it would have
felt like a slap if it had connected with her pretty face.

Kathleen was finally getting the hang of it after twenty minutes of my
instruction and guidance.  Actually, not only was she getting the hang of it,
she was also finding it very pleasurable, mostly due to the verbal suggestions I
had been making, as the drink increased the sensitivity of her mind towards
sexual stimulus.  By the time her mouth was truly giving me good head, I knew I
had conditioned her enough that she would insist on giving her future sexual
partner(s) frequent blowjobs.

I had been resisting the urge to take her head in my hands like I had trained
LeAnne to accept so well, and as I felt my arousal climbing steadily towards its
final destination, I was struggling against this even more.  This conflict
within me became so large, my arousal slowed then retreated, and eventually I
was having to tell her to stop.

Apparently I had been successful in eliminating her displeasure towards giving
oral sex.  She had pulled her mouth off my dick and began cleaning my family
jewels with her tongue and later pulled them into her mouth.  This she had done
with great care, putting a lot of effort into doing it as gently as she could.
When I found myself approaching the point of no return, I informed her I was
about to cum.

As her mouth once again sucked on my dick, I knew not only had my suggestions
taken hold, but they had started to grow.  The liquid lust flowing through her
blood was temporarily fixating her sexual desire on the blowjob she was
performing.

I put the cap on my orgasm at the last moment when I realized she could work out
the effects of the drink without having to resort to sexual intercourse.  My own
exhaustion wasn't entirely the reason for my hope to avoid intercourse.  I knew
if we fucked, she would have to do all the work, and then she would be too tired
to meet with Josh that evening.

By amplifying the stimulation she felt while she blew me, the drink was driving
her arousal towards orgasm while burning the sensations deeper into her mind.  I
knew that Kathleen would later find the concept of sucking cock increasingly
arousing,  and if she went too long without resolving these new impulses, she
probably would have become obsessed in sucking cock in a few years.  But I
wouldn't let that happen.

I was a little surprised when her saliva started to run down to the base of my
cock, and her mouth becoming increasingly desperate and warm.  Her slurps and
breathing were making me lose the hold on myself, and I gave out a long moan as
she pulled it momentarily into her throat.

Her repeated attempts to capture more of my meat finally drove me to the point
where I had to take a more active part in the sex play.  I knew I was giving up
on a greater pleasure by letting myself have this smaller one, but there would
be plenty of other sexy women like Kathleen I could break to my will without
having to rush.

By the time I had resolved all this and made my decision, Kathleen had reached
the point where she was freely swallowing my cock, and her mind had reached the
point where I knew she would blindly accept anything I did.

I hadn't fucked a mouth since LeAnne graduated from my slut academy, so I began
seeding her mind with images and sensations I had collected from LeAnne.  Within
minutes, Kathleen was on her back, trying to pull my crotch to her open mouth
while I tried to comply with her wishes.

As I slid in to her sucking mouth, my eyes were captured by her drenched
panties.  My mouth watered for her wet pussy as I slowly began the humping of
her mouth. My eyes never left her moist crotch while slowly pumping my cock in
and out of her struggling mouth and throat, waiting for her to learn how to
breathe in between my cock's plunges.

When I grew impatient from her inability to figure it out, I simply programmed
her with the knowledge, then slipped her panties off so I could suck and fuck at
the same time.

I quickly discovered I didn't have the energy to do both at the same time, and
that my prolonged state of arousal was starting to take its toll.  So I took off
the block on my orgasm and concentrated on bringing my arousal back up so I
could blow.

Kathleen's mouth must have been in such a shape that it was difficult for her
keep her teeth from scraping.  Three times her teeth managed to cripple my
rising orgasm, and after that third shock, I was too frustrated and tired to
continue like that.

I rolled us over and began my feast on her juices after providing her the
motivations to ensure she wouldn't scrape her teeth again.  As Kathleen began to
fuck my dick with her mouth once more, I immediately noticed the changes I had
made, finding the slickened lips of her mouth wrapped tightly around my rod like
an O-ring.

This hampered her humping actions a bit since her mouth no longer allowed air to
flow in and out while my dick filled then vacated her mouth and throat.  But she
quickly adapted by modifying her breathing patterns, and was starting to use her
tongue more and more.

My orgasm peaked suddenly and without warning.  She pulled my dick deep into her
throat and kept it there just the way I like it, then she too began her orgasm.

Her crotch began humping my face wildly just as my orgasm sputtered out.  That
had been a very big disappointment for me, but then if I had wanted a
spectacular one, I would have loaded up on the drink.

Kathleen continued her orgasmic humping which began to hurt my face.  I managed
to force her off of me, then began manipulating her nervous system to provide
the sensations of my dick fucking her spasming puss.

I closed my eyes and physically relaxed as much as possible while operating my
invisible dick on her.  She thrashed and moaned, trying to force the feeling
deeper into her cunt, eventually falling off the bed while continuing her
desperate thrusting.  After ten minutes of humping air on the floor, Kathleen
finally settled herself down and laid on the floor gasping, then crawled back on
the bed and quickly fell asleep beside me.

I was also on my way to snoozeville when I noticed the strange sounds coming
through the open doorway.  I nearly fell getting off the bed when I found the
source of the noises with my mind.

Tara's door was only slightly open and the strange yet familiar sounds became
much louder as I approached.  I flung the door open to find Tara on top of Bobby
humping madly, imitating one of the scenes they had witnessed the day before.
The sight of these two children fucking like adults made my jaw drop in
astonishment, and I stood there watching them, stunned beyond the ability to
think.

Their faces had captured my fascination with their expressions of pure lust
driven pleasure on them.  It made them look like miniature adults having great
sex, and as Bobby squealed with his orgasm again, my dick rose and fully
hardened.

It was the dirtiest thing I had seen.  Two innocent kids fucking with the intent
and need of two teenagers, totally lost in the bliss of their pleasure while
still retaining enough contact with the world around them to induce more
pleasure on their partner.  Tara's flat chest and blocky figure made her almost
appear like a boy, but her long girly hair gave her enough femininity that it
was easy to forget they were both way too young to feel the way they were
feeling.  The age difference between the two made her larger body nearly hide
Bobby's features all together, but there was no need to see him for his gasps
and heavy breathing told me he was nearing another orgasm..

Tara squealed out her own orgasm, then immediately slid down and began kissing
the willing three year old.  I didn't even realize I had been standing there
jacking my dick off until their mad sloppy french kissing caused me to blow my
load onto the carpet in front of me.

I sunk down to the floor, and was trying to recover my energy when the movement
on the little girl's bed changed.  My dick struggled to rise again as I found
Bobby humping her like a pro and obviously close to achieving another dry
orgasm.

While I knew what was happening was wrong, I couldn't bring myself to stop it.
It was so dirty and arousing, I sat there for nearly twenty minutes watching
them take turns at humping each other while I continued to pound my not so
willing meat.

Finally when their energy and lust gave out, Bobby curled up next to Tara's
sweaty body and fell asleep as soon as he stopped moving.  I sneaked out of the
room as Tara gave her cousin a gentle kiss on the forehead, then closed the door
as her own eyes shut to join his slumber.

The picture of Bobby curled up against her is one of the most innocent images my
eyes have ever witnessed.  One second he had been fucking her cunt like a man,
the next he returned to being the baby he was.  So instead of making them forget
what had happened, I simply motivated them towards concealing it, and made a few
adjustments to prevent their experiences from causing any harmful side effects.

(This single decision, made while I was too sleepy to really consider the
consequences, would eventually drag me down one of those paths I had decided not
to take.  But that wouldn't happen for another two years, and by that time I
wasn't fully in control of my actions or even my feelings.  I just wonder what
would have happened if I had done something different that day.)

Once I had finished my hurried attempts to fix the two young children's minds, I
collapsed on the couch and instantly fell asleep.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 8 - In the Name of Fatherhood
(mc, mf)

That evening, I drove Kathleen and Bobby to where Bobby's father lived.  The
apartment building was nicer than the one we had just left, and I wondered
exactly how a newly graduated college student could afford such a place.  It was
filled with young 'yuppie' couples, a surprisingly large amount of them being
young gay men.

But the floor Josh's apartment was on appeared to be one of the straight floors,
and I found his mind concentrating on a task that confirmed his sexual status
was still strictly heterosexual.

When no one answered our ringing of their door bell, I had to motivate Josh very
strongly to answer the door.  In fact, I was taken by surprise when I found him
taking way too long to answer the door just to discover that he had turned
around halfway to the door and went back to his fucking.

Bobby started to fuss very loudly as I made Josh leave his bedroom, then just
before Josh started to unlock the door, Kathleen started trying to talk me out
of the whole thing, and even ran down the hall when the door started to open.
And the instant I let go of my lock on Josh's mind to stop the other two from
leaving the floor, the door slammed shut and I heard the locks being reset.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself.

It was almost as if something was pushing Kathleen and Bobby away, while pulling
Josh back to his fucking.  I felt as if I was reeling all three of them in, then
had to hold the tension on the line as we waited for Josh to again undo the
locks.

Finally, the door opened three inches and halted, giving Bobby his first glimpse
of his father.  Now that I think of it, the view of his tented boxers was very
fitting for Bobby's first impression of his pop.

His sweat covered body, heavy breathing, and pulsing cock straining against the
thin fabric of his slightly wet boxer shorts shocked both myself and Kathleen
speechless.  But just as Josh said "What do you," Bobby looked up at his face
and posed the question "Daddy?"

Josh's somewhat unfocused eyes seemed to clear instantly as he suddenly knew who
two of the three people before him were.  A long forgotten one night stand,
and...

Before he could even finish the thought, Josh was flooded with the need to
return to his girlfriend.  His eyes fogged up as quickly as they had cleared,
and again the door slammed shut.

I whirled around when I noticed my two companions were quickly moving back down
the hall, almost as if they were fleeing.  I was about to reach out an stop them
again when I suddenly noticed the small deflections against my mental shielding.
The commands were so faint that I hadn't noticed their presence until that
moment.

I froze as the conception formed that I had almost unknowingly interfered with
another telepath who apparently knew what they were doing.  But when the
commands stopped and I didn't feel any attempts to probe my thoughts as I had
anticipated, I dared to risk sending out my own little probe.

Teresa Barns, a twenty-one year old high school drop out, was as ignorant of the
true nature of her 'magic' as Mr Samson had been of his.  Where Mr. Samson had
thought he could hypnotize practically anyone if he concentrated enough while
staring at his victim with his goofy look, Teresa believed she was some sort of
sexual witch, and that her power was fueled by sex.

Teresa grew up in a very poor neighborhood, the daughter of an unmarried and out
of work woman who in Teresa's mind supported herself by having more kids.  She
had been raped by one of her older brothers at the age of nine, but when that
same brother gave her first orgasm at the age of thirteen, her views of how
males could make her feel changed drastically.

Teresa had made a name for herself at her high school as being the easiest girl
in the state.  While she resented the title, she consciously felt it was true
too.  The joy of having a cock in her pussy drive her to an orgasm had became an
obsession, and she had nearly thrown herself at almost every guy she thought
would be a good fuck.  But her orgasms had become less frequent and powerful
until they stopped all together nearly two years after that very first one.

Teresa had become so desperate for another orgasm, guys only had to glance at
the janitor's closet she used as her private fuck parlor to have her to offer
herself for their cock's pleasure.  She had to fuck all five janitors on a
weekly basis to keep her parlor, but at that point it was just another drop in
the ocean.

Just before her sixteenth birthday, Teresa was giving a special welcome to a new
student to the school.  The senior was no virgin, and she hoped he had the
endurance to make her cum.  But as she first felt the beginnings of an orgasm,
he blew his load and then slowed down to stop.

Teresa's desperation peaked at that moment, and suddenly Teresa found herself
being fucked like never before.  Her orgasm began forming again, building in
size and energy as the massive senior pumped his cock deeper and harder than
anyone had before.  And after it finally exploded into the greatest orgasm she
had ever felt, Teresa instantly desired to feel it again.

But that didn't happen until two days later when one of her neighbors had heard
of her reputation and had invited her over to his place.  Teresa wasn't very
sure of whether it was safe or not, but one look at the bulge of his crotch made
up her mind for her.

He actually showed her around his place, and Teresa was fairly impressed.  His
apartment was probably the nicest in the building, and even had working air
conditioning.  The last room he showed her was of course his bedroom, and there
wasn't any further discussion before they were nude on the bed humping away.

And just like last time, Teresa had just begun to feel what would grow to be an
orgasm when he blew.  Before he had a chance to slow down, Teresa's desperation
flared and she again found herself being fucked with incredible energy.  Her
orgasm was as good as the last, and she knew she had done something to obtain
it.  It took her four weeks of fucking her neighbor after school and over the
weekends to finally get a grasp of her power.

On her sixteenth birthday, Teresa quit school and moved into his nicer
apartment.  She practiced her new found abilities on him and a few others in the
building, and found she needed a fresh fuck to keep her powers sharp.  Actually,
I believe she simply got bored with the guy she lived with because I couldn't
find any real cause for her powers to dull except psychological.

After hopping from apartment to apartment, Teresa finally realized she didn't
have to live in that run down building.  Ever since then, she had been working
her way up in the world by finding a guy with a nicer income and apartment to
live with.

Josh apparently had matured considerably since Kathleen had last known him.  He
had excelled in college, and now had a very good job as a mechanical engineer,
and there was no doubt in my mind that for Bobby's sake, Teresa had to move on.

Since I had the car keys, I knew Kathleen couldn't really go anywhere without
using public transportation.  And seeing she had locked her purse up in my car,
I didn't worry about them as I turned the unlocked door knob and entered the
apartment.

Seeing the half emptied boxes laying around the room, I realized Josh had only
just moved in.  Or I should say Josh and Teresa had, for I noted many of the
items were obviously hers and not his.  Their moans from the bedroom to my right
gave me woody, and my dick almost jerked itself out of my pants when I first saw
them.

And smelled them.  My nose was blasted by the odor of sex as Josh's well muscled
body pumped his larger than average cock into the black woman's cunt.  Just from
the odor I could tell they had been going for over an hour.

Teresa was in a state of deep mental concentration and physical relaxation while
Josh steadily pumped in and out like a well oiled machine.  Machine was a very
good term for him.  He hovered effortlessly over her, all his weight on his toes
and hands as he flexed his body in his fucking motions.  His entire body was
muscular beyond just someone who worked out, and his dark skin glistened with
only a light coat of sweat while he almost mindlessly kept his steady pace.

Teresa had met him at his graduation party almost a year before.  Before the
party had ended, she had decided he would be her next provider, and the next day
began working on making him fall hopelessly in love with her.  Her last provider
had spent every night for nearly two weeks fucking her like Josh was doing in
front of me, powering her abilities to alter and control others.

The day Teresa showed up at his door, Josh immediately offered her his soul
which she accepted.  But to my surprise, Teresa hadn't used her powers for her
own gains apart from obtaining a free meal ticket and upgrading her
accommodations.  In fact, at the time I was standing there with my dick in my
hand, her mind was working on helping a man she just had met get over his
drinking habit and go back to his wife and two year old daughter.

I found Teresa had out grown her adolescent need for sex, and at one time had
become so bored with it, she had released her five enslaved men and went on a
little soul searching.  After visiting the church she had gone to as a child,
she found herself wishing to aid the many people who came there for help.  So
she decided to do just that, and at the age of nineteen, she became a guardian
angel of sorts.

To add to my newly formed troubles about breaking them up, I found she had
formed genuine feelings for Josh.  Josh's own love had been forced upon him, but
I still felt he might have freely loved her if given the chance.  She wasn't a
bad woman, and his body had long ago stopped aching from the long hours of
fucking like that.

And to be honest, Josh would have never done so well at his job, or at least so
quickly if Teresa hadn't been pushing him to stretch his own abilities at work.
He was doing the work of two men in two-thirds the time it would take them, and
felt absolutely no stress about it, especially since he went home every day and
spent four hours having sex with his woman.  While Josh had that ability all
along, he would have never attempted to do two men's work without being driven
by Teresa's will.

So, I decided I would have to wait and see her reaction to Josh having a son to
help support before worrying about making her leave or not.

I was startled when they both started moaning again, and saw she was in the
middle of focusing her mind on another task.  I had just put my dick back in my
pants, but got it back out again as Teresa actively returned his humps.

But then as quickly as they started, they stopped their exchanging of moans, and
I felt her mind working on making a boy never wanting to have a father, and I
almost yipped when I realized it was Bobby.

"Hey!  Stop that!" I said out loud.

Teresa's eyes snapped open and looked at me with surprise.  I realized just then
that she didn't really have any real control over her powers.  She would will
things to happen, and her subconscious would figure out how to do it.  But she
never had felt another person's mind or had even considered using it as a way to
find something out.  In other words, she had learned about Bobby's existence
because Josh had told her before he slipped into his fucking trance.  When she
had wished for the people at the door to go away, she had no idea someone hadn't
complied with her wishes.

Josh began pumping harder, and I felt her attempting to take my mind to protect
herself.  I was surprised to find the strength of her power increasing as Josh
increased his speed.

"I wouldn't bother.  Josh will run out of steam before you could possibly have a
chance at penetrating my mind.  My name's Tim, and I'm a friend of that boy you
were trying to make hate his father."

"I wasn't making him hate anyone," she said in a surprisingly deep but
distinctively female voice.

"Sorry," I said, feeling a little relief as Josh slowed down. "Bad choice of
words.  But you know it wasn't right to do that.  A minute ago I didn't think
you could do such a thing."

Even though I was a stranger to her, my words triggered an apologetic expression
one would expect to see on a child's face who had just got caught doing
something they knew they shouldn't by their mother.

Josh lowered his not all that tired body on top of hers and began kissing her
neck, continuing to hump, but in a more conventional manner.

"I'm sorry," she said with sincerity.  But most of that sincerity was lost as
her hands started feeling his sweaty back and ass, then her mouth opened to suck
on his sweaty shoulder.  But as she allowed his orgasm to build, she never took
her eyes off me.

"Down boy," I told my dick.  I knew she was attempting to cloud my mind so she
could perhaps seduce me if she needed to.  I was even tempted to allow her to
try, but I wanted to get home sometime this week, and knew Bobby was starting to
get crabby on Kathleen.

But then I had a perverted idea that wouldn't hurt anything to try.  I took my
rehardening dick out and walked up to the edge of the bed.  Since she thought
she was winning, she quickly took it in her hand.  But the moment she did so,
she felt my magic touch through her skin and found herself unable to let go for
the pleasure.

As her eyes glazed over and moved their stare to the cock in her hand, she knew
she had lost the battle.  And when she found herself unable to resist the urge
to take it in her mouth, she had a moment's concern that she had lost more than
just one battle.

Her lips trembled before they wrapped themselves around their first cock in over
three years.  Her head hung upside down over the bed, taking my dick into her
hot wet mouth while Josh continued fucking her cunt.  I linked our orgasms
together, then brought Teresa's orgasmic threshold down to a more normal level
and permanently fixed it there.  After all the sex she had performed attempting
to cross her ever-rising threshold, I don't believe even my magic touch could
have stimulated her enough to reach that high state of arousal.

When her hands grabbed my ass to pull me further into her mouth, I waited for
her signal before trying a little mouth fucking.

I had never done it like that before.  Brad and Sandi did it all the time,
probably because that had been the way they had done it their first time.  I had
always felt it was a bit dangerous with their neck taking on so much stress, but
Teresa wasn't about to call Josh off so she could move into a upright position,
and it did feel pretty good to me.

All right, so I let myself enjoy it little bit more that I probably should have.
And when I saw her left breast out in the open like that, I just had to taste
it.  I bent down to suckle at its nipple, but then Teresa suddenly pushed me in
all the way and held me there, thinking I was about to cum.

Because our orgasms were linked, the combination of my lips on her tit and her
throat swallowing my cock's head, we did cum.  But she hadn't expected she would
cum with us.

In the middle of our orgasm, Teresa gagged from trying to scream her pleasure,
so I managed to pull my spurting cock out of her mouth.  Her hands grabbed it
too late to save any of my remaining spunk, but Josh's and her own orgasm lasted
for a few moments longer.

Her old habits came back to her as soon as her mind cleared a bit.  She was
slobbering on my deflating cock trying to work me back up to get another orgasm
from me and herself.

I knew my dick didn't have it in him to go for another round without the drink,
but when she had successfully revived my hardon, I decided to use it to build
her frustration back up, then cut her a deal.

Josh was out cold as I teased her nipples and neck with my finger's magic touch.
Her sucking and mmming sounds were getting me stirred up again, then she
suddenly pushed me back and struggled to pull herself from under Josh's sleeping
body.

She reared her ass up in the air, then in the deepest, sexiest, huskiest voice
I've ever heard, she said, "Fuck me."

I hadn't considered having to resist her incredibly sexy ass like that.  It took
every bit of will power to say, "Blup."

"What?" she said in a desperate voice.

I asked myself the same question, but then all I could think to say was, "Blup,"
again.

"Fuck ME!" she said, spreading her legs a little more so I could see the bright
pink insides of her pussy.

By that time I had gained enough control to say, "Nope," then pulled my pants up
while struggling towards the door.

She dashed in front of me and blocked the door with her nude body.

"What do you mean, nope!?!" she said with her deep sexy voice.

"I mean, no, I won't fuck you.  Took you longer than I expected to realize you
could have used your orgasm to break through my shield.  It wouldn't have worked
anyway."

She suddenly shoved me to the floor with herself on top of me, sucking my neck
and quickly undoing my pants.  When my dick expanded to full hardness, she
licked her way up to my ear and said, "Are you sure of that?"

"Down boy," I said.  I watched the frustration grow on her face as my cock
shriveled up, but then had to adjust my command set to relieve the discomfort of
having too little blood down there. I kind of over did it.

She looked at my amused face, then threw herself off of me in a huff.

"What do you want from me?" she said with disgust in her voice.

"Nothing you can't replace.  Bobby needs his father, and his mother needs
someone who can support him while she goes to college like she always wanted.
And thanks to you, Josh can easily afford to do that.  But not while he has to
support you too."

"I'm not goin' give this bitch my man just so she can fucken go to 'college'"
she said with a growing anger.  She had already found pair of panties in the
cluttered room to put on, and when she spotted her box of bras, she pulled one
out to put on while she said "Whad she gonna give me that's worth busting my ass
while I don't have a man or a place to stay?"

"She's not going to give you anything.  But I'll give you something better than
she or Josh could ever offer you."

"And what's that?  Your white dick up my ass?" she sneered as she pulled on the
pair of tight jeans she had grabbed from a suitcase.

I hopped over a few boxes to get close enough to touch her, and when she moved
to defend herself, I held up my hands to show her I meant no harm.

"Just this," I said holding out my right index finger and slowly moved it closer
to her nose.  She jerked her head away from it twice just before it made
contact, fearing I was about to trick her somehow.  But when her eyes glanced at
my face, I captured them with my own, and formed a empathic connection to relay
my intentions to do her no harm.

When my finger touched her nose, she felt it tingle with pleasure that began
spreading to every nerve in her body.  She wobbled three times before I helped
her down to the floor, then her eyes shut tight and her mouth released a lovely
deep moan.  I sat on the floor next to her while she wiggled and gasped from the
orgasm flowing through her body.

Teresa had always pushed her orgasms, wanting to increase the intensity of
pleasure by compacting it into one powerful burst.  She had never before felt
what a slowly built up orgasm felt like, and as she reached the peak of her
ecstasy, I knew she wouldn't refuse my offer.

Ten minutes later, Josh was getting dressed, feeling very nervous about meeting
his son.  Teresa and I tried to clean up the room a little before Kathleen and
Bobby arrived, and did a pretty good job of it in the few minutes we had.

As agreed, Teresa left a minute before Kathleen and Bobby rang the doorbell. She
wouldn't come back until after we left, and I had given her two weeks to find
herself a new home and move out.  While Josh answered the door, I finished
editing Teresa's unconscious programming of his mind, finding that the commands
had been nice and simple and very efficient.  Actually, the only thing I really
did was make her forced love expire at the end of two weeks.  The rest I figured
was fine as it was.

I was there for an hour listening to two strangers catch up on old times, and I
guess Josh took pity on me.  He offered to drive them home if I wanted to take
off, and I probably agreed a little too easy.  But Kathleen gave me a nice thank
you kiss, and then sweet Bobby got upset because I was leaving.

But I suppose my favorite thank you was from Teresa.  After I had brought up
Kathleen's things from my car, I found Teresa sitting in the passenger seat.

"Uhm, you need a lift or something?" I asked as I got in.

She said in her deep womanly voice, "You forget we had a deal.  There's
something you haven't to given me."

"What's that?" I said frowning.

"Your white dick up my ass," she said putting the seat back.

Let's just say that after fucking her lovely brown butt, I grabbed the bottle of
remaining drink and gulped it down to have another go.  There is nothing like a
good Hershey, and once I got past the wrapper, I found a golden heart at the
center of a lot of sweet and tasty goodness.

(I hope no one took offence to the portrayal of Teresa or Josh.  There was no
intention of any disrespect or negativity towards anybody.  Racism sucks. If
you're so pathetic to disagree, wake up.  We all have to live on this planet,
and it's that kind of ignorance that wars are started and fought over.)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 9 - The First Signs of Spring
(mf)

As I drove up to the small house with a tall privacy fence in the rear, I found
I would be walking farther than I would have liked.  Not only had Mrs. Johnson's
'study group' taken up the few open spots, but her neighbors each had several
vehicles and there weren't any parking places along the narrow street.

I was already running a bit late, having stayed at school a while longer when
Joey had asked me if I was mad at him or something.  Joey tried to make it
appear the source of his concern was from feeling guilty for allowing Michael to
hypnotize him.  But after spending five minutes of hearing "I know that," while
I explained to him it wasn't his fault, I finally just stopped talking and
waited for him to look me in the eyes.  He knew exactly what I was trying to do,
but he couldn't help but glance up at me, and a moment later I knew the truth
and closed the empathic connection.

We hugged a while and exchanged a few loving kisses, then Joey finally said
thanks and told me I better get going.  I really felt concerned about Joey's
growing attraction towards me and me alone.  I strongly suspected I had adjusted
Joey's perception towards me without knowing it, and that was starting to worry
me a lot.

(I'm not sure when I first realized that wasn't the case.  Joey had honestly
formed a special set of feelings for me to where the homosexual nature simply
didn't bother him.  He never freely formed those kind of feelings for another
male, and now I wish I had recognized them for what they were instead of
resisting forming similar feelings for him.)

But I let those concerns fade to the background as I wedged my Formula between
two Buicks on the next street over.  I set the car alarm, wishing I could
monitor my car like I could people, then set off towards Mrs. Johnson's
backyard.

The air had that spring feel to it, and I was pretty energetic from the fact I
was wearing shorts for the first time that year.  I rather enjoyed my little
walk through the modest neighborhood, finding a few people out enjoying the
weather just as I was.

I decided to cut through a few yards instead of walking all the way down the
street then back up the other one, but the entire neighborhood seemed to have
those tall privacy fences in their back yards, and I felt a bit conspicuous
opening the gate to a stranger's yard and just walking in.

I had to do that several times before I found one that had a way through to
their neighbor's yard behind them.  The yard still didn't have a gate, but it
did have a nice big tree with an old clubhouse that overhung the two yards.  The
trunk of the tree had wood nailed to it, making a ladder of sorts.  The other
side had part of a thick rope with a few big knots still hanging down, so I
figured it was my best option.

I was half way up when I realized there was someone inside the clubhouse.  I
only hesitated a moment, then made myself invisible to their minds and continued
climbing.

Two girls and boy around twelve were huddled around the opposite side of the
clubhouse, all trying to see through a pair of binoculars.  It took me a moment
to figure out what they were looking at, then chuckled and grabbed the rope to
swing down the other side.

I had a little trouble getting around the very large dog occupying that yard,
but after getting away with no more than a slobbered cheek, I decided I could go
back that way if need be.

I only had to walk two houses down before reaching my destination.  After
ringing the doorbell and not sensing anyone immediately, I walked around to the
gate and entered the back yard where I knew they were.

Just as I had seen through two of the kids' eyes, I found four of Mrs. Johnson's
submissives watching the fifth stand perfectly still while Nancy used two large
feathers on the girl's bare stomach.  Everyone but myself were wearing bathing
suits, and since the only other male was shirtless, I slipped my shirt off and
laid it over a lawn chair before glancing over to the peeping tom and two
tiffanies.

As I stretched and showed off my muscles to the four sets of eyes watching me, I
reached out to the three in the tree and made them able to see me again, then
checked out the five submissive students, finding I didn't know two of them.

"I wondered if you were going to show up," Nancy said as she teased the
seventeen year old's clearly aroused nipples through the material.  "I don't
like tardiness."

A small grin appeared on all five of her playthings' faces.

"Too bad," I said with a grin of my own.  "I was just about to forgive you for
starting without me before you said that."

All six of them looked at me with surprise, and I felt Nancy's anger begin to
rise from my open attempt to dominate her in front of her submissives.

I locked my eyes onto hers and we spent several minutes trying to make the other
look away first.  When I realized she wasn't going to back down while in the
presence of the others, I sighed and said, "I suppose if you overlook my
tardiness, I can forgive you for not waiting for me.  I don't feel like standing
here all day while we try and out stare each other.  Agreed?"

"Then you will submit to me?"

"No," I said, breaking the stare first by looking over at the others watching us
intensely.  "But I won't force you to submit to me.  There's five of them
already.  What good would having a sixth do?"

I looked back at her finding her eyes on her silent toys.  In a surprisingly
soft tone, Nancy asked, "Does anyone have a problem if Tim assists in our fun?"

I couldn't help but grin when Becky immediately announced, "I don't," then gave
her a friendly wink as she felt a small tremor of pleasure pass through her.

"Well I do," Cory said.

Cory and I had gone to Jr. High together, and while we never done anything
really friendly like, I was surprised to hear him say that.

"Oh?  Why, Cory?" Nancy asked him with concern.

"I don't want to say," he said a little less sure of himself.

"You're right," I said, walking up to him.  "You don't.  But it doesn't matter.
I already know you think I'm a pervert and a queer.  And you know what?  Most of
what you have heard about me is true.  But I've never forced anyone to do
anything they were uncomfortable about doing, and not many people can do
this..."

He was about to object when I touched his nose with my pinky.  He emitted a
small squeaky gasp as he felt my magic touch pass through his body.

"How did you do that?" Cory asked breathless.

"It's just something we perverts pick up," I said, teasing him by holding my
finger out as if to do it again.

"Tim, could I speak to you alone for a moment?" Nancy said with a strange sound
to her voice.

"Uhm, yeah," I said, watching Cory relax as my finger fell away.

"Why don't the rest of you rest for a minute and get ready for the group rub.
We'll be right back," Nancy said, leading me through her patio door.

As soon as the door shut, she said, "I want to know right now what your plans
are.  What you intend to do with them."

"What's the matter?  You think I'm going to try and take them from you?"

"I don't want them to get hurt, that's all.  I don't know what you think goes on
at these meetings, but we certainly don't.."

"Yes you do.  I know all about your little private sessions with Cory, Teri and
Jackie out there.  Oh, and not to mention past students like Matt, Christine,
Rachel, and most of all Kyeong Soo Kim who introduced you to this.  For someone
who only started two years ago, you're pretty good.  But I still can't believe
you've waited this long to put Becky through her paces.  And in case you haven't
noticed, Min is more than ready let you do what ever you wanted with her."

"You're wrong.  You don't understand anything about what we do.  Ask any one of
them out there and they will.."

"You're right.  They will back whatever you say, whether it is the truth or not.
Nancy, I'm not here to screw your little secret sex club up.  In fact I may just
have something worth a lot more to you than a fuck in the sun."

"Tim, you're not listening to me..." she said looking out at the others who were
laying on the ground talking.  "Come over here."

I walked over and stood next to her watching the five teens chatting and having
a good time at it too.  Every once in a while, one of the would look over at us,
and instantly look down a the ground below us with a little smile or blush.
Actually, it was her they were looking at, not me.  Even Becky didn't pay me any
attention.

The group was relaxed.  They seemed entirely at ease with their surroundings and
the people around them.  Becky and Teri had just met that day, but they weren't
the least bit shy with talking to each other.

"The instances where I went beyond the teasing and fun with them were entirely
innocent.  Nothing like what you were doing with me at school.  They trust me.
Anything I do has to be in faith of that trust.  I may come on strongly when I'm
looking for a new subject, but I never do anything they don't offer first.  When
you forced whatever you did onto Cory, you broke our rules.  They have to be
able to say no to it before you do it to them.  Do you understand what I'm
saying now?"

"Sorry.  Yeah, I understand.  I didn't realize how heavily they depend on that
trust.  It's as much for the trust as the actual pleasure they get out of it
that they continue to come to you.  But I also know that you have taken several
of them beyond just what trusting you would do.  The pleasure you've given them
makes them desire more, and the trust allows them to blindly follow your
demands.  I guess I focused too much on the pleasure aspect of it."

"If you promise to not do anything without seeing if it is okay first, then I
think I can allow you to stay."

"Well, I don't think you will have to worry about anyone objecting to me staying
now.  Between Becky and Cory, they're all hoping to have a chance to feel my
magic touch."

"Magic touch?" Nancy said looking at me.  "You don't really think you can do
anything magical, do you?"

I looked at her, realizing she had written off all the sensations I had given
her last time to just being horny.

"Well, I'll just let you decide that.  How about...  For the next hour, every
time someone snaps their fingers, you'll have a small orgasm."

"Oh, and I suppose if it happens, it wouldn't be just a simple matter of post
hypnotic suggestion of some kind."

"Okay, how about this.  Instead of you having an orgasm, the others will have
one every time you snap your fingers.  And we won't tell them anything about it
until afterwards.  That should be okay with them since it will be you snapping
your fingers and not me.

"And just to make it a little more interesting, if by the end of the hour you
still don't believe me, I'll submit to you in front of the others and comply
with every order you give me for the rest of the afternoon.  But if you do
believe me, then you'll let me pleasure you in front of them.  Deal?"

"On one condition.  I have to admit I was wrong."

"Even better.  Snap your fingers when you're ready."

But when she reached for the door handle, I said, "Hey, where are you going?"

"What?  What do you mean where?  I'm going out there to..  You're not serious."

"I'm very serious.  Now snap."

Her fingers were already in the snapping position when she held them up to look
at them.  A small smile of confidence edged onto her lips, then turned towards
the group and snapped.

All five of them went rigid a moment, then relaxed a moment before starting to
talk excitedly.  Nancy still held her hand up in the air, her fingers frozen in
their  snapped positions.  I looked up at Nancy's face, finding the smile had
turned to astonishment.

"So...  aren't you going to try it again to make sure it wasn't just a
coincidence?"

She looked a me a moment, then brought her hand down to rest against her side.
When she looked back out, she found all five of her special students staring at
her with a hopeful kind of look.

You see, I actually hadn't done anything to them.  I had programmed Nancy's own
talents to do it instead, and the group outside had apparently recognized her
'touch'.

"They're waiting, Nancy," I prompted.  "Go on.  You know you want to."

She looked at me a moment, then turned and went out the door.  I followed her
out, and as I shut the door behind me, I heard a snap and five gasps.

Twenty three snaps later, Nancy stood in the middle of five breathless and
utterly exhausted teens.  She was nearly as excited as they had been fifteen
snaps earlier, and I didn't hesitate to take advantage of that.

"So, what do you think?  Is there a scientific explanation for all of this?"

She turned ninety degrees to face me, then with a mischievous smile, she snapped
her fingers at me.

Okay, so I wasn't prepared for that.  I barely managed to raise my shield after
the sixth slow pulse of pleasure had passed through my body.

"Shit.  That wasn't bad for a beginner," I admitted as I caught my breath.

"Oh!" Nancy cried, snapping both of her fingers at me in vain.

"Hey!  Stop that!  You've already made them all pass out," I said, noticing the
others had stopped their jerking.

That got her attention, and she immediately kneeled down to the closest one.  As
Teri opened her eyes a little and looked up with a weak smile, Nancy visibly
relaxed, then kissed her on the lips gently.

Then Nancy suddenly stood up and yelled, "All right!  Time to stop laying around
on the grass like a bunch of useless flowers.  Everybody UP!  Snap To it!" she
said with a snap.

With a jerk, all five of them struggled to their feet, then Nancy gathered them
up and kissed each of their foreheads lovingly, apologizing for over doing it. I
was feeling rather awkward being left out like that, but then Nancy turned
around and said, "I was wrong."

I smiled then walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.  The others
scrambled to help her down to the ground as the slow moving wave of pleasure
passing down from her forehead made her crumble.

I was concentrating very hard on pleasuring every nerve within the five inch
high area I was slowly moving down her chest region when Cory put me in a
headlock and told me to stop what I was doing.

"Cory, she agreed to it.  Take your fucking hands off of me, man."

"Not until Nancy tells me herself.  No wonder you get all the special privileges
at school.  What do you do?  Snap your fingers until Higgs agrees with you?"

I took control of his arms and released their grip on my head, then said,
"You're jealous.  I can't believe you're jealous of me.." I said with pure
surprise.

"Fuck! What are you?" Cory said rubbing his arms like they had been physically
forced apart.

"I'm just like you, but with a little gift on my side."

"You're not like me, or us.  You're a freak!" Cory said, backing away.  "Why
don't go find somebody else to torture instead of Nancy!"

"CORY!" Nancy suddenly yelled.  "BAD BOY!"

Cory instantly forgot all about his fear and anger, and hung his head like a
little child.

"Apologize to Tim.  You had no right to interfere with MY pleasure."

Cory looked up at her with a sudden panic.

"I'm sorry, Nancy!  I didn't know you wanted it!  I thought he was..."

"It's okay, Nancy," I said.  "He doesn't need to apologize.  I guess I'm the one
who should say I sorry.  I'm the one who came in here expecting everyone to beg
me to make them orgasm until they were ready to explode.  However, a deal is a
deal.  But I have an idea I think all of you would like and agree to."

I had no complaints after explaining my idea, but Nancy had one concern she had
to make sure about.

"Becky," Nancy said reaching out towards the suddenly shy girl.

I watched Becky quietly sit down next to our teacher without looking up, only to
realize Becky was becoming very aroused by her submissive expectations.

I saw the excitement die down when Nancy said, "Becky, look at me, please?"

As her hopes of Nancy dominating her completely crumbled, she only partially
listened as Nancy explained she only had to say no if someone asked her to do
something she didn't like.  I realized that the reason Nancy and Becky hadn't
done anything beyond the simple easy stuff was because Becky didn't want Nancy
to give her a choice.  Becky was a true submissive soul.

So after Becky gave Nancy a shaky smile and said okay, I motioned her over to me
and whispered into her ear, "Do you trust me?"

"I guess I do, yes."

"Good.  You see this finger?"

"Yes."

"If you kiss the tip, you will have to do whatever I say, no matter what you or
the others think about it.  Okay?"

She looked up at me with surprise, then said, "Okay," and quickly kissed the
finger.

"What are you two talking about?" Nancy asked.  "We better get started.  It's
getting late."

"Okay.  Small change of plan though.  Everyone sit down in a circle first, join
hands and close your eyes."

Surprisingly, no one even questioned my orders and every quickly complied.  I
guess the other four submissives were taking their cues from Nancy, and since
she hadn't said anything, they simply didn't concern themselves.

I sat between Nancy and Becky, holding their hands firmly as I began to recall
the things the twins and I had done at camp.  For several minutes I struggled
without success to drive a feeling of trust down the circle, but while I rested
a moment, I felt the feeling flow into me from both sides, almost like a
backwash.

On a hunch, I tried sending the feeling out through Nancy, and a few moment's
later felt it flow into my other hand.  I wasn't sure whether it was because I
was the only empath in the loop, or if it was the property of the emotion that
you couldn't give your trust without receiving another's, but I didn't concern
myself with it as I increased the flow.

"I learned something important from all of you today," I said softly but
clearly.  "I would like to share something with you that I hope will show you
can trust me.  If anyone feels I am trying to trick you or hide my real
feelings, all you have to do is let your neighbor's hand go to break the loop.
Okay?"

Everyone softly muttered their consent, so I continued.

"When I was little, people around me felt uncomfortable because I always knew
what they were thinking, and they sometimes knew what I was thinking too.  So
for a long time, I didn't have any friends besides my mom and my teddy.  My
teddy was my best friend, especially when my mom started working and I started
Kindergarten.

"I took Teddy everywhere, made him do everything I did... Well, except baths.
Teddy didn't like baths because it took him forever to get dry again.  Anyway,
just before Christmas break, I guess I was feeling pretty lonely after seeing
how much fun the other kids had together.  I started to make Teddy do things a
little stuffed bear shouldn't do, taking some of my frustration out on him.

"I tortured that little stuffed bear.  He finally lost both eyes, and cracked
his nose.  But every night I imagined him telling me I was his best friend, and
I guess I really depended on him to be my best friend too.

"Then one day I made him sleep in the trash can in my room all night.  Then the
next day I forgot to get him before I left for school, and when I came home, he
was gone.  I thought I had lost the only friend I had, and was so upset I
couldn't talk about him.  I think I lasted about a week before my mom asked me
what was wrong.  I told her while crying my eyes out, promising I wouldn't make
Teddy or anyone else do anything they didn't want to do again.

"My mom told me she was sorry, but she thought I had thrown him away and he had
gone out in the trash.  She promised to get me another teddy, but I wouldn't
have any part of that.  I wanted Teddy, the real one.  The one I betrayed.  The
one I know I'll never see again to say I was sorry.

"I've lived with that guilt ever since.  That's why I'd never force any of you
to do something you weren't willing to do.  I admit I have broken this rule in
the past, but only by accident or when I had no choice.  Like when someone puts
me in a head lock, or if I am so out of it I'm not thinking straight.  I've
never hurt anyone, ever.  Well, no one but Teddy, anyway."

No one spoke after I finished, but I felt my words had been well received.  We
continued to hold hands for a few minutes, letting the feelings flow through the
linked hands, surprisingly without my help.  I wondered if everyone could feel
what I sensed through the linked hands.  Maybe they did to some extent, but
probably not as clearly as I did.  While they did feel a little more trusting of
me, the greatest amount of trust and other feelings were directed at Nancy, and
at each other to a lesser degree.

It was Nancy who finally broke the chain by letting Min's hand go, yet didn't
release mine.  While the rest of the group opened their eyes and recover, Nancy
raised my hand to her lips and gave it a kiss before saying, "You didn't have to
tell us that."

"I know, but I couldn't think of anything else I could offer you to let you all
know how strongly I feel about not forcing anyone into anything."

"I could feel it was hard for you to talk about it.  Haven't you ever told
anyone before now?"

"Not exactly.  Joey and Suzi know about it, but they...  Well, they know
everything about me.  I never had to actually tell them.  Uhm, can we change the
subject?  This is starting to make me feel worse than I thought it would."

She nodded, then let my hand go after another kiss.  She was genuinely concerned
that I was hurting, but it was an old ache that I had long learned to live with.

I realized I had totally misjudged Nancy.  I had believed her to be a ruthless
domineering woman seeking submissives to pleasure her, but she actually was a
very loving person, wanting to pleasure the others as much as herself.  She was
very aggressive when seeking new prey, but once she had taken the first step
with someone, she became very sensitive to his or her feelings and needs.

So even though she hadn't selected me but I had selected her, she now considered
me to be a part of the group and thus felt obligated to be sensitive to my
feelings.  While the others watched, I returned her display of affection by
kissing the back of her hand, then after looking up into her eyes for a few
moments, I respectfully glanced down in a sign of submission.

Nancy held her arms open towards me, and I graciously accepted her invitation,
finding her hug genuinely warm and comforting.  A momentary surge of happiness
passed between us, then I too felt the trust the others had for her.  Her own
undiscovered powers had managed to work their way around my defensive shield,
but had simply reinforced what I had already known.  She simply could never
betray another person's trust.

That simple act officially made me a part of the group.  The little bit of
tension and suspicion the others had about me completely vanished while I was in
the hug.  It was so strange to suddenly feel welcome and openly accepted by
them, including Cory who was the first to respond after my hug.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he said, holding his hand out.  "I guess I was a
little jealous of you."

I took his hand and said, "I'm sorry too.  I should have explained what I was
doing before forcing you to let go.  And I'm not gay, by the way," I said when
he nervously glanced down at my crotch.

"Sorry," he said as he tried to smile.  "I guess I wanted to believe..  People
don't really think you are either."

"I know.  But it wouldn't matter if they did.  Chicks like guys they think are
gay, you know?" I grinned.

I was welcomed into the group with a hug from each of the girls, and found
myself having to restrain myself from kissing each one on the lips.

"We only have about a half an hour left," Nancy announced after the last hug.
"If you still want to play your little game, we better get started."

"Okay.  Let me explain the rules real quick.  The five of you are slaves.  I'm
the master and I'm testing your faithfulness by ordering you to pleasure Nancy
in different ways.  You can only do what I say.  No more, and no less.  If you
lose control and do something I didn't tell you to do, you're out.  If you don't
want to do something I tell you to do, all you have to do is say so, but then
you're out.  The last person out is the winner, and they get a special prize. Is
that okay with everyone?"

Everyone agreed, and I got a vibe from Becky that told me she was getting wet
just from the expectation.

"Oh, there is one thing I better ask before we start," I said as I came back
over to them with a lawn chair and sat down.  "Does anyone mind if I enjoy the
sun while we are doing this?"

I had no objections, so before anyone could question the reason I asked, I stood
up and pulled my shorts and boxers off.  I could see the amusement in Nancy's
eyes while the others shocked faces melted into wry smiles or looks of
curiosity.  I could feel that everyone expected me to order them to strip at
some time during the game, which I was.

I quickly checked on our watchers, finding the two girls scoping me out while
the boy nagged them to see what was happening.  I grinned like a fool as I sat
back down and handled my tool a moment, then without the least bit of
embarrassment looked each one of them in the eyes until they dropped their gaze
to the ground.

"Pretend your hands are glued to your sides and you can not move them. Now, go
help Nancy lay down on the ground.  Good.  My, Nancy.  What big eyes you have.
Teri, lick each of her eye lids off as slowly as you can.  Cory, help Jackie
spread Nancy's legs off while Min and Becky spread her arms out.  Teri, you did
that so well, give her a lick on the lips.  Nice.

"Now, when I call out your name, I want you to lick any part of Nancy you want
that you can reach without stretching or getting up to move.  Your arms are free
now too.  Ready?

"Min, Cory, Jackie, Min, Jackie, Teri, Cory, Becky, Becky, Becky, Teri, Min,
Cory, Jackie.

"Wow.  That was good.  Min, you must have been dying to try her tit like that
for a long time.  I'm sorry, but I said lick and not suck.  You're out unless
you let Cory suck your tit like he's been wanting."

"Okay," Min said delighted.

"Really?" Cory asked both me and Min.

"Please?" Min said, finding herself extremely turned on by the idea.

"Remember the game is still going, so don't do anything else but suck her tits,"
I warned.  "Jackie and Teri, suck Nancy's tits while Becky tries french kissing
her.

"Wow.  You guys really are getting me stirred up.  Okay Cory, kiss her then get
back to licking Nancy's crotch.  Min, come here."

When the oriental girl came over with red checks and eyes down, I said softly,
"Hey, you're not doing so good.  I saw you feel his crotch when he kissed you.
I'll let it go for now, but do anything else without being told to, I'll have to
call you out.  If you can control yourself for ten minutes, I'll have you take
his clothes off and lick him anywhere you want, okay?"

Her eyes glanced up at me, glazing over with lust before dropping back down and
nodding her head vigorously.

"Okay, people, time for stage two.  Without using anything but your mouths, I
want you to remove Nancy's suit and give her a tongue bath."

Everyone but Becky hesitated at that.  Nancy gasped with pleasure when Becky
slipped her tongue under Nancy's left shoulder strap to grab it with her teeth,
and that was all the rest needed to hear to help Becky with their mouths.

Teri was the first to be called out, having lost herself in the moment by giving
up her licking by sucking Nancy's right bare breast.  I allowed her a few
moments before announcing she was out, then had to resist the temptation of
accepting her obvious offer when she sat down near me, looking at my cock and
licking her lips slightly.

When the bathing suit was completely off, Cory immediately claimed Nancy's
crotch while Becky and Min each took a breast, leaving Jackie with Nancy's face.
I allowed them a little time to freely work their tongues, carefully monitoring
them for any signs of infraction.

"Cory, those licks are getting awfully close to being tongue thrusts," I warned.

After a another minute or so, I said, "Okay, time to go to stage three.  I
expect most of you will get called out during this stage," I said, daring them
to do the opposite.

"You four are going to put on a little show for Nancy.  Jackie and Cory, go
stand in front of Nancy's feet back to back with your side towards her.  Becky,
go kneel in front of Jackie, and Min kneel in front of Cory.  Cory and Jackie,
you two have to stand there without helping or hindering the person at your feet
while they remove your clothes with their mouths.  Ready?"

"I don't know about this," Nancy said.

"Hey, we had a deal, remember?  You have to let me pleasure you.  Besides, all
they have to do is say no and they don't have to do it, remember?  You trust
them, don't you?"

"All right, but maybe we should take this inside.  If anyone sees us..."

"You just let me worry about that.  I'll make sure anyone that might make
trouble won't see anything, even if they are staring right at us, okay?"

"You can do that?" Teri asked.

"Sure.  Watch," I said as I faded from their sight.

Teri got up and walked over to my chair, closed her eyes, then reached out with
her hand to feel if I was there or not.  I couldn't help but grin when her hand
found me and quickly homed in on my cock.  The others couldn't see what she was
doing, and never heard her whisper, "Graffy's Park, seven o'clock, entrance to
Wildmen's path," just before she licked the head of my invisible dick.

"He's right here!" she called, stunning me with her shout.  "Damn, I gotta go,"
she then said looking at her watch.  "I promised mom I'd be home by five."

She gave me one last squeeze, then walked over to her clothes and started to get
dressed.

While my eyes never left her body as she finished putting her clothes on over
her bathing suit, I remained 'invisible' and said to the others, "Come on,
people get busy."

Once she had left, I forced my hardon down and became visible, finding no one
noticing my return since everyone was concentrating on the stripping operation.
Cory's bathing shorts had just hit the ground, revealing his nice straight uncut
prick.  Jackie wore a two piece suit, and Becky had already managed to get the
top off and was trying to grasp the bottom without biting her.

The moan from Jackie startled everyone but Becky and I as Becky gave up on
trying to get a hold of the sides and had slipped her tongue down the front and
successfully got a good hold.  And just as I suspected, Jackie was the next one
to be called out when she used her hands to push Becky's face into her groin
when it passed over it.

Jackie didn't even attempt to listen to my order to stop, but Becky managed to
wiggle away.

"Jackie, since you want it that bad, go eat Nancy out," I said, not surprised to
find her more than willing.

"Go ahead, Min," I said noticing her desperate looks.  "But only licks, no
sucks, got that?  Cory, prove you're a man.  Whatever you do, don't touch her.
Let her do it all.  Becky, let Nancy take your suit off and then tease her with
your pussy.  Don't let her lick it until I say.

"Shit, Jackie.  Your wiggling ass is really getting to me.  Okay, Cory.  I think
it's Min's turn to be undressed.  When you have her nude, lick her all over.
Nothing more than licks, though."

The gasps and small moans were really starting to have an effect on me.

"Becky, give her your hot twat.  Now, lay down on top of her and hump her face.
Hey!  I said no sucking!" I cried at Cory while he sucked vigorously on Min's
left nipple.

"What the... Okay you're both out.  Looks like Becky is the winner," I said as
Min started struggling to pull Cory up to her face.

"Did you hear?" I said to everyone.  "Games over.  You can all stop.  Becky
won."

Only Becky stopped, and when she was off of Nancy, Jackie put her own cunt at
Nancy's experienced lips and they started their gyrating motions together.

Becky approached me without a sound, kissing my finger again when I held it out,
then followed it up to my lips which never touched hers.

"Lick my chin," I said.

She licked my chin.

"Lick my neck."

She licked my neck.

"Lick my nipples, between my breasts, and then lick my belly button clean."

Her tongue obediently moved to swirl around my left nipple, then my right,
lapping a path down between my breasts all the way down to my belly button.  My
dick surged with arousal when her tongue probed and licked the dent in my belly,
and almost forgot what I was doing by the time she stopped and waited for my
next command.

I snapped out of my daze, then told her to stand still and not to move.  I
circled her twice, examining her nice body, getting a kick out of how wet she
was getting just from my probing eyes.

"You're certainly are submissive slut, aren't you?" I asked, giving her my best
dominating look.

Her eyes were frozen looking at the floor while her cheeks glowed with
embarrassment and her crotch tingled even more.  I knew she was ready to be
taken to the edge, and nothing would stop me from doing it.

"Answer my question, slut," I said, brushing my dick across her leg.

"Yes," she gasped.

"What?" I said before dragging my tongue up the left side of her chest.

"Yes, I'm a..."

"Your a submissive slut.   SAY IT!" I said, pressing my dick against the crack
between her ass cheeks.

A shiver of fear went through her at that touch, but it was followed my a even
stronger shiver of excitement and arousal.

"I'm your submissive slut!" she blurted out.

"Yes, you are, aren't you," I hissed in her right ear as my dick slipped between
her legs and my hands snaked around to her breasts.  "Tell me you want to suck
me," I said giving her neck a lick.

"I want to suck you," she breathed.

"You want to FEEL," I cooed while sliding my cock out from between her legs, "my
prick in you mouth, don't you."

"Yes!" she said with a gasp as my left index finger slipped into her virgin puss
and started to turn her around.  "Let me suck you!"

"Maybe," I said, letting her go and turning my back to her.  "Maybe not."

"Please tell me to suck you?" she said begging like.  "I will suck you any way
you want me to."

"What are you?"

"I'm your sucking submissive slut.  Let me suck you?"

"I'll think about it," I said, turning around quickly and brushing the head of
my dick across her lower stomach, then held it against her to see if she would
lose her control.

Her fast breathing seemed to compliment my dick throbbing, and when I figured we
had suffered enough, I allowed it to slip down her belly until it was aligned
with her virgin hole.

"Or maybe I'll just fuck you instead," I said, realizing my breath was also
rather fast.

She shivered from the fear and arousal that produced, and I had to let it drop
away before one of us did something we would later regret.  She was shaking
slightly as I leaned forward and again faked my intention to kiss her, then
surprised her when I slipped an all together different pair of digits into her
dripping slit.

She gasped and involuntarily humped my two fingers once.

"My, you are a fucking submissive slut, aren't you?"

"Yes!" she said, feeling herself losing herself in the ocean of lust I had
released within her.  "I'm your fucking sucking submissive slut!"

"And you want to suck me.."

"I WANT TO SUCK YOU!"

"And you want to fuck me..." I said laying down on the ground.

"I Want to  FUCK you!" she moaned as she lowered herself on top of me, my hand
still attached to her crotch.

"You want my dick up your ass..."

"I....  want... Your COCK in my ASS!" she cried as my other hand began working
on her ass.

"You want me to fuck you and use you in front of your friends...."

"Yes!  Fuck me!  USE ME!" she screamed closing her eyes as she felt an orgasm
about to begin without any assistance from me.

"You will not CUM until I SAY!" I said, making it true.  "You want my seed
inside your hot cunt or ass..."

"OH!  Fill me with your SEED!" she said wiggling.

"Raise yourself above me and prepare to lose your virginity to my cock!" I
commanded.

She got up on her hands and knees, raised herself off my body and waited for my
dick to struggle into position.  Becky was shaking from her desire and fear,
knowing she would do it when I said to.

"Slut, on the count of three, become my sex toy, my fuck slut, my life long
slave by thrusting your puss onto my cock, making it rip through your cherry and
taking your virginity forever.   One...

"Two...."

I paused as I watched her arms shake with the anticipation and fear, seeing she
was ready for...

"CUM NOW!" I yelled as I reached out to slide myself from under her.

All too late I realized I had pushed her too far, and before I could nudge
myself an inch from underneath her, my cockhead entered her wet and ready pussy
and I felt her wet warmness envelope my favorite appendage.  The obstruction to
my dick's penetration yielded after only a momentary delay, and before I could
react, my member was fully inserted into her no longer virgin hole.

"NO!" I cried, willing my cock to shrivel.  "Damnit!  no.." I said as I saw the
terror  flow into Becky's face.  "Becky, I never meant..  I wouldn't ever... I'm
sorry."

"BECKY!  TIM! What have you DONE!" I heard Nancy cry.

"I..  I..." Becky stuttered before breaking down in tears.

"TIM!  LEAVE THIS INSTANT!" Nancy screamed.

"Now wait just one minute!" I said, trying to comfort Becky.  "I never meant
to.."

"You heard her!" Cory said moving towards me in a threatening motion.

I closed my eyes and threw a blanket command out at the others, then held the
weeping Becky until she settled down enough to reason with.

"Hey, I'm sorry.  I really never wanted that to happen."

"I know.." she sobbed.  "I knew you would stop me, that's why I did it."

"Huh?" I said surprised.  "Then why are you crying?"

"Because you didn't MAKE me do it!" she said, shaking all over with emotion.

"What?" I said.  "But you didn't want me to do it."

"I WANTED you to MAKE me do it even if I DIDN'T want to!" she bawled.

"Oh..." I said, blinking.  "In that case, start fucking, slut."

"No!  It wouldn't mean anything now!  It only happens once!"

"What does?" I asked, bringing my dick up to full hardness.

"Losing my virginity!" she said loudly.

"That's what you think.  If you don't start fucking me right now.." I said
looking in her eyes.

"Wha?" she said, feeling her body's arousal growing.

"You're my fuck slut, remember?  My sex toy?  I tell you to fuck, you fuck," I
said while pushing her arousal up another notch.

"But I..  Oh...  Oh.." she moaned as she instinctively pulled her well filled
pussy up my hard staff.

Without any further discussion, Becky started humping me, giving in to her
growing arousal and forgetting what her reason had been for starting it.  Her
slit was nice and tight, and with all the juices she had been making, she glided
over my cock with ease.

It was the best pussy fuck I had for a long time, mostly because I knew it was a
virgin cunt going up and down my pole.  While listening to her soft gasps and
moans, it suddenly occurred to me that I had managed to cross one of those lines
again.  But because I hadn't intentionally crossed it, it didn't really count,
but I saw that Becky was the perfect opportunity to do it right.  I decided
right then and there Becky would get her wish.  I would make her do things she
didn't want to do.

But when?  This was her first time, and I felt obligated to allow her to fulfill
herself without interfering.  But at the same time, I felt driven to cross that
line as quickly as possible, needing to obliterate its existence without much
more delay.

After several minutes of her fucking, I saw in her mind that she wasn't feeling
the stimulation she had felt earlier.  The newness had worn off, and some of her
fears were coming back to her.

I decided I would help her obtain an orgasm before making her do anything she
might not want to do, and raised my finger up to her face and drew her attention
to it by yelling, "Kiss it my slut and forever be mine!"

She opened her eyes wide, not comprehending my words, but kissing my finger
because of what it represented.  Her pussy clamped down for a moment after she
kissed it, causing a surge of lust go through the two of us.

"Suck it!" I commanded, holding my finger to her lips.  "Suck it as you would
suck my big fat cock, you shitty excuse for a slut.  Suck me and fuck me.  Yeah,
that's it."

Her lips and tongue were busily working over my finger, making me realize she
had some experience in this realm.  I guided her into a upright position, and
allowed her to adjust her legs so she could fuck me upright while continuing to
suck my finger.

I fondled her perky tits with my free hand, having her suck each finger in turn
before switching hands and doing the same with it.  Several times Becky
approached the brink to having an orgasm, but for some reason it never happened.
I finally saw she was purposely restraining her orgasm, hoping to be told to do
something she didn't want to do.

By the time she finished my second hand, Becky was running out of steam.
Figuring she needed some help in the right direction I pulled my hand away and
smeared her saliva down her chest while saying, "Say you want me to cum in your
mouth."

"I..  I want you to cum!"

"TELL ME You want me to cum in your MOUTH!"

"I want you to cum in my mouth.."

"Say it and MEAN it!"

"Oh!  OH GOD!  I want you to CUUUMMM in my mouth!"

"AGAIN!"

"I WANT YOU TO CUUUMM  IN MY SLUTTY MOUTH!  OH GOD  OH MY GOD!!!  CUM IN MY..
MY..  FUCKING MOUTH!" she said before throwing her head back and moaning as her
orgasm exploded throughout her body.

The wild thrusts and wonderful moans she made almost made me cum before I could
put the blocks on it.  I watched as Becky's tits bounced and rolled with her
frantic humps, and enjoyed the intensity of her vagina's spasming.  There
certainly was something unique about a girl's first time.  I knew it would be
harder to resist the temptation of seeking out virgins just to experience their
wonder and joy in discovering the pleasure of sexual intercourse.

Becky's rising and falling slowed to a stop, and then she began to wilt.  With
my hard cock still up her twitching cunt, she started to fall asleep in an
upright position.

"SLUT! Wake UP!" I commanded while sending a surge of my magic touch out my
dick.

She immediately groaned and straightened, preparing to start humping once again.

"All right, you slut.  No more fucking for you until you suck me off.  But
first," I said, holding up my finger by her mouth.

She hesitated, feeling unsure whether I truly would give her what she wanted, or
screw up her chance at it again.  Then Becky sighed, realizing that now that I
knew what she really wanted, I probably would succeed.

She kissed my finger, then passively waited for me to tell her what to do next.

I had a slight change of heart, however, realizing I hadn't even kissed her.

"Becky, before we do anything else, would you mind if we kissed?  It doesn't
seem right without it, and I wouldn't force anyone to..mfph," I said with her
lips pressing against mine.

I gave her my best gentle and tongueless kiss for several minutes, stroking her
back and feeling her ripe ass as she gently humped my still hardened dick.  In
fact, once we did start to french, I found myself up against my threshold, and
decided to have a go at fucking her.

She allowed me to roll her on bottom, then continued to eat her lips and tongue
while pumping my cock into her tight fitting love canal.  I drove it into her
until she was moaning and getting ready to cum, then rolled off of her and said,
"Suck me, you worthless slut."

Becky scrambled to obey, finding herself still at the edge of another orgasm. As
her mouth lowered onto my cock, she found herself tasting her own juices,
grossing out and exciting herself in ways she never believed possible.

"That's it, you two bit whore.  You slutty piece of worthless trash.  See how
hot my words make you?  See how truly slutty you are?  I bet you want to taste
my cum so bad, you'd do anything I say, wouldn't you?  Yeah, I thought so...  So
start taking it into your throat, you slut.  That's the only way you're going to
get it."

She gagged on it four times, then managed to hold it down on the fifth.  Bless
her heart she had tears in her eyes.  Damn it, she was doing it without me
forcing her to, so why did I feel guilty when I saw that?  Because I didn't want
her to feel that way, that's why.

But she wasn't about to stop from a little pain and discomfort.  Her twat was
tingling so hard she swore something was down there vibrating it.  And to my
amazement, after she slowly pulled it back out of her throat, she took a breath
and pushed it right back in, repeating the action and getting herself up to a
fucking speed in no time.

"Fuck, you're a God Damn nympho.  Such a slut!  You're loving my cock like a
professional cocksucker.  I bet after I come in your mouth and you drink it all
down, you won't even bother to wipe your mouth before letting me fuck your
virgin ass.  That's right, slut.  I'm going to take that cherry too."

My statement of my intentions caused her eyes to go wide with fear before
closing from the intense orgasm flowing through her nervous system.  I allowed
her to rest a moment after her orgasm finished, then relished her doubling her
speed as she pumped my cock with her mouth and throat.

"Okay slut, get ready for your dinner..  Yeah, that's it.  Here It CUMS..
OHHHHHHHHH  YEAAAHH  YYYYEEEAAAAAHHHHHH    AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
suckitbabysuckitbaby... Suck it all OOOOUUUUUUTTTT!" I cried, humping her face
and cumming.

As my own orgasm subsided, I discovered Becky had gone from being submissive to
self enslavement.  Her body tingled all over from the concept of being used as
someone's sexual toy, feeling her internal desire to be owned by someone grow as
she licked and sucked on my deflating member.

Her efforts and thoughts made my cock grow again to full hardness to her
pleasure as well as mine.  She continued to worship it while I attempted to keep
my senses to track down the source of her lust of servitude.

I quickly followed the path of her desire to an innocent game she had played as
a child.  While others like to play house and pretend they were a mommy, daddy,
or baby, Becky her brother, and their friends played a different kind of fantasy
game.  After watching an episode of I Dream of Jeanie, Becky's brother asked her
to pretend to be a Genie, and he would be her master.

The game eventually grew to include a few of their friends, and for several
years they played it off and on, Becky always playing a willing slave girl if
not playing the role of the Genie.  While her brother or friends never turned
the game into anything sexual to her knowledge, I found memories of Becky
feeling her crotch tingle while she played the slave role.  But by the time she
had started puberty, the others had lost interest in playing that "child's
game".  Little did they know how wrong they had been by calling it that.

So when I said, "Becky, come up here a minute," I wasn't really surprised by her
response of "Yes, Master."

"Becky, I'm not your master, and nothing you say or do will change that,
understand?"

"But why?  Don't you like me?  Did I do something wrong?"

"No!  Nothing like that.  I'm just...  Not ready to be responsible for someone
like you.  Please believe me that I would love to take you as my slave, but it's
just not my way.  But you won't have any trouble finding someone to give your
servitude to.  I just want you to promise that you won't just give it out to the
first guy you find.  Look for someone who will treat you right.  Find someone
who you can love for the rest of your life and will love you back that long
before enslaving yourself to them.  Okay?"

"But..."

"No buts.  Do as I say, slut, and you'll never regret it," I said sternly while
brushing her nude back with my magic finger tips.

"Please, master, don't stop?" she said, feeling her arousal spiking back up.

I sighed, then looked her in the eyes and said, "You've already enslaved
yourself to me, haven't you?"

She nodded, fearfully looking for any signs of rejection in my eyes.

I felt an empathic connection trying to form, so I permitted it to happen, then
had to limit it when her conflicting emotions washed into my side of the link.

I found two distinct sides to Becky's personality.  One was the intelligent
young woman who desired a life where she could make her own choices and be seen
as an equal.  The other was the little slave girl, who wasn't all that little
mind you.  Ever since Nancy had dominated her, the slave girl had been growing,
gaining greater strength until it finally took over while Becky had been
swallowing my cum.

My choices were clear to me, and with my reborn views on life, I knew I could
help her obtain what both sides of her personality demanded from her.

"I accept you as my slave, Becky.  Now prepare your master's cock for entry into
its slave's ass."

"Yes master," she said with a tremor of fear and excitement.

"You will call me master only when we are alone or with other slaves."

She pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "Yes, master."

"You will continue to live your normal life as if you never had met me.  You
will try your best at school and will date other guys you like.  I forbid you to
allow anyone else have sex with you unless you love each other and have been
seeing each other for a considerable amount of time.  If you find that you love
him enough to spend the rest of your life with him, you will make him your
master.  These are my wishes, and as my slave you will obey!"

"Yes master," she said with very mixed emotions.

"Now I will take what is rightfully mine," I said, sitting up and turning her
around.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I said, stimulating her firmly shut rose
with my magic touch.

"Yes, master," she shakily said.

"Go inside and empty yourself, then wash it off as best as you can.  Then come
back and I will loosen you up before you sit down on my cock."

"Yes, master," she said nearly in tears as she raced off towards the house.

I sighed after looking over at the dazed others, regretting not taking the time
out to explain what had happened and letting them watch and feel what she was
feeling.  But now it was too late to even attempt to explain.  While I hadn't
forced Becky into doing anything, I knew the others would only think that I had
taken advantage of her and would see me as nothing more than a rapist.

Strangely, I had no feeling of guilt over the matter.  Yes, I would in a sense
be raping her by ordering her to sit down so my dick entered her ass.  But was
it really? Even though she was absolutely was horrified by the concept, her own
lust would make her do it and I had nothing to do with that.  A part of her
wanted to do it, and I wouldn't have a better opportunity to cross that line
without actually making someone else do it against their free will.

I was concentrating on making the others forget about my mistake when Becky came
back out.  The look in her eyes told me she was very nearly scared out of her
wits, so I let my dick soften while crawling over to my boxers and shorts.  She
watched me from a distance while I put them on, then ran over to me when I
opened my arms in an affectionate way.

My guilt finally kicked in while she cried and shook in my arms, and while she
was bawling into my shoulder, I started apologizing and told her I wouldn't
touch her bottom with anything but my hands.

That just made her cry even harder, the confliction within her becoming
overwhelming not only to her but to myself as well.  Becky suddenly started
holding onto me with all her might, finding herself feeling extremely ill and
dizzy.

I closed my eyes and held her tight while sharing everything I could with her to
calm her down.  Waves of fear and desire flowed through the empathic link I had
formed, while through my telepathy her mind felt like it was smashing itself
against the walls of her head, trying to escape from the feelings she was
experiencing.

"What have I done?" I screamed to myself in my head.

I felt her choking on her own emotions, drowning in emotion from the intense
battle between her two selves.  I hadn't foreseen anything like this happening.
Nothing about Becky's mind or feelings even hinted at her taking it this way.  I
knew I had pushed her too far.  She hadn't been ready for the release of her
inner beast.

I frantically tried to think of something to calm her down, finding her mind too
mixed up to attempt control.  The only thing that kept coming to me was from the
physical contact we had, then finally I gave up looking for another way and
started to stroke her body with my hands.

She wasn't responding to me until I pressed my lips against her neck and gave it
a sloppy kiss.  That caused her to stiffen a moment, then I found her slowly
calming down as her arousal started to grow again.

I raised my head and looked at her teary face while continuing my loving
strokes.  She shuddered a few times, then finally looked up at my face, almost
allowing my smile to make her smile too.

"You know what?  You're too pretty to be someone's slave," I said, wiping her
right cheek with my thumb.

As we stood there looking in each others eyes and faces, I discovered a
beautiful woman peering back at me.  Under all the submissive desires and
fantasies, buried under the confusion and pain she had just let out, there was a
woman just starting to bloom.  Her will was very shaky, and her emotions
unstable to say the least.  But for the moment there was only peace inside us as
our lips touched, sharing in the gentlest, most undemanding kiss I had ever
felt.

The kiss became one of many, each growing in strength and energy until we had to
break apart to capture our breath.  We both were feeling the physical attraction
our bodies were giving the other, and without a word we came together again in a
lovers embrace, our hands exploring each other's bodies as our mouths began
sharing our spit.

But then suddenly I found her tongue losing its aggressiveness, and didn't
realize the reason why until I found her slipping down my body as she pulled my
shorts and boxers back to the ground.  I actually felt her surge with lust
before submissively loading her mouth and throat with my hard cock.

Despite the incredible desire to fuck her mouth, I said in a shaky voice,
"Becky, please don't.  Come back up here with me.  I'd rather make love to an
equal than to a submissive slave.  Please?"

Her eyes peered up at me, and again I could see the woman struggling to rise
above the submissive desires.

"You're too special a person to be a slave.  Your eyes are too pretty to let
them look away in submission, and I really liked how you felt against me while
we were kissing.  Nothing you do by acting submissive could ever feel as good to
me as sharing ourselves equally with each other.  There is nothing better than
giving yourself to someone while they give themselves to you.  Nothing."

She let my softening dick fall from her mouth, then stared at it, her hands
still clasping the sides of my butt.

Finally, she looked up and said, "Am I really a slut?"

I frowned a moment, not sure what she really meant by the question, but then
said, "You're not a slut, so stop thinking of yourself like that.  You don't
become a slut just by forcing yourself to have sex when you don't really want
it.  I won't lie to you, though.  You're on your way to being one if you keep
this up.  But you don't really want to be a slut, do you?"

She looked up and I could tell she didn't from the look in her eyes.  So I knelt
down and took her hands in mine before looking deep in her eyes to find that
woman inside her.

"Let's try this again, and we'll do it right this time.  I want you to pretend
you're still a virgin, that we're deeply in love with each other, and this will
be our first time, okay?"

"Okay," she said with a little hesitation.  "But can we go somewhere else?"

"Sure, but first help me fix things with the others."

After carefully making sure everyone was where they had been before Becky had
lost her virginity, I sent the unpause command and smiled at Becky as she
lowered herself carefully on top of me without my hard member penetrating her
womanhood.

We kissed a few minutes, then pretended to be startled by Nancy's announcement
that it was fifteen minutes after the time we were supposed to have left.

Everyone quickly got dressed, then each of us gave Nancy a big kiss on the lips.
Min was literally clinging to Cory's side as they walked out the gate, and I
noticed Jackie was watching them with envy.  But whether she was envious of Min
or of Cory, I couldn't decide.  She definitely had been thinking about it both
ways.

I asked Becky to meet me out front, then turned to give Nancy my kiss good bye.

But before I even had turned all the way around, Nancy snapped with both hands,
causing me to shudder in pleasure while Becky gasped from the side of the house.

"I just wanted to try it one last time before you leave and take it with you,"
she said with a grin.

I grinned back at her and bent forward to give her a warm kiss.  Before our lips
separated, I issued the commands I had been constructing for her.  As I felt
them take hold, I smiled and backed away, then watched as her face relaxed and
her eyes opened slowly.

"What did you do?" she said sweetly.  "I feel... tingly.  Like I just woke up or
something."

"You'll figure it out in a day or two.  Just be careful on who you snap your
fingers at.  It won't work on everyone, and some people just might try to make
you do something unpleasant if they find out."

"You mean, you're giving your power to me?" she said surprised.

I opened the gate and cast a wicked grin at her before saying, "I'm not giving
you anything you didn't already have, Nancy.  I just hope you'll remember what
it was like before you could make people jump just like THAT!" I said snapping.

By the time Nancy recovered from the mind blowing orgasm my snap had triggered,
Becky, Cory, Min, Jackie, and of course myself were long gone.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 10 - Jack and the Teddy Bears
(mf)

After Becky drove me to my car, I followed her home where she surprisingly had
picked for our love scene.  I parked behind her on the curve in front of her
house, then did a quick scan and found only her older brother and his girlfriend
making pizza inside.

"My parents are on their third honeymoon," Becky explained as I walked towards
the house with her.  "Doug's taking Vess out to eat, so they will be leaving
really soon."

As we entered the garage, I said, "Uhm, I hate to be the one to break this to
you, but they don't appear to be going anywhere."

"Why do you say that?" she said opening the door leading into the house.

"That's why," I said as Becky stared at the two flour streaked love birds as
they nibbled on the same piece of pepperoni.

"Hey.... Becky...  Look, Vessy, it's Becky.." Doug said in a slurred voice.

"Hi Becky!  Nice to meet you!" Vess said holding her hand out to shake, then
started laughing hysterically at her own joke.

Doug tried to help Vess stay on her feet while he laughed along with her, but
that just ended up making both of them topple to the floor, Vess landing on top
of him, followed by another round of their laughter.

"I don't believe it!" Becky yelled at them.  "You're both drunk!  Even after Dad
warned you not to touch the liquor cabinet, you still did it!"

"He... He....." Vess said before giggling again.

"HeeHee," Doug echoed, causing them both to start laughing so hard they were
rolling around on the floor.

"Shit," I said, feeling the only slightly unpleasant queasiness from scanning
their minds.  "They got her sister to buy them their own bottle of Jack Daniels.
They haven't touched your dad's stuff."

"Oh," Becky said, partially relieved, and partially disappointed.

"Who's your friend?" Vess said, suddenly serious.

"Yeah?  Did Becky Wecky finally get a little boyfriend?"  Doug said still
feeling rather silly.

"What's his name?" Vess asked struggling to get up for the third time before
giving up and sitting with her legs bent weird.

"I'm Tim.  Er, heh. I also go by the name of Timmy.."

"Then that makes me Dougy!" Doug said trying to get up with the help of a nearby
chair, only to wind up back on the floor from his giggle fit.

"I think he's cutie," Vess said crawling over to me.

I offered to help her up, but she waved my hand away, then I gasped when her
hand grabbed the waistband of my shorts above my crotch.   I had to grab the
sides to prevent my drawers from going down with the ship as she tried to use it
as a handle to pull herself up by.  Her other hand reached up and grabbed my
left wrist just as my dick started to respond to her palm's pressure, and I
helplessly stood there trying my best to keep my stretching shorts from letting
my woody see day light.

Her face was just at the level where she noticed my pubic hair was starting to
show when I heard the sound of fabric starting to give.  My right hand let go of
its side and took a hold of her arm as it slipped my shorts down far enough to
see my happy sack.

In what would have appeared to have been a comical dance, I struggled to help
her up to her feet while trying to slip my shorts back up.  The problem was,
Vess didn't want either of those two things to succeed, having gotten into her
head she wanted to compare me to her drunken lover.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!" Doug said, apparently having managed to
get back up on his feet.

"I'M TRYING to help her up!  But SHE's trying to do something ELSE!" I
exclaimed.

Doug walked over and stood watching us from less than a foot away without
interfering for over a minute, glancing from my exposed groin and her struggling
face.

Finally he suddenly he said, "Let GO of her, FUGGER!" and gave me a shove
backwards.

I lost my balance and my grip, and found my bare butt landing in the trashcan
behind me with my stretched shorts around my knees.

"You fuggen touch Vess again and I'll fuggen kill you...  you fugger," he said
pointing his finger at me while helping his girl up.

"Yours is bigger," Vess said to Doug after she took a quick feel of his crotch.
She looked over at me and stuck her tongue out while Doug growled and started
giving her neck another hickey to add to her collection.

As I pulled myself from the Rubbermaid trashbin and slipped my oversized shorts
back up, Becky came over to me while Vess started to gasp and wiggle under
Doug's handling.

"Come on," Becky said grabbing me by the over used handle while the other two
sank back down to the floor.

She led me out to the living room, happily leaving Vess's gasps behind.  But as
started climbing the stairs to the second floor, we both couldn't help but
snicker from Vess's loud voice saying "Wake UP, you asshole and finish what you
started!"

"Wow!" I said when we entered her bedroom.

"You like?" she grinned as she shut the door and locked it.

Her big white canopy bed was in the center of a room filled with white teddy
bears of all sizes and shapes.  Her bed had at least ten of them resting against
the pillows, and the top was loaded with them too.  The bears were everywhere,
little tiny ones sitting on the window sill, a giant one which doubled as a
chair, and three sitting on her dresser in various poses that made them look
like they were offering to help comb her hair.

The floor ended not at the soft white walls, but at a line of bears which
circled the room.  Bears were peeking out the closet, keeping the books on her
shelves from falling over, helping with her homework by her desk, and even
holding the large round clock up high enough to be seen from the bed.

"Its... Incredible!" I exclaimed.  "How did you get all these bears?"

"My uncle makes them.  Every time I see him, he gives me another one," she said,
picking one off her bed and stroking its fur affectionately.

I felt a bit out of place as she separately picked up and carried each bear off
her bed and placed them on a empty shelf after kissing them on their foreheads.
She treated them like they were all her babies, her emotions a steady calm
unlike the troubled waters she had less than a half an hour before.

I almost gave into my heart's desire to make her forget everything about me and
what we had done that afternoon, wanting to simply vanish from her life so I
could always remember her mothering her bears with the love and gentleness I
never believed anyone could give a stuffed toy.  But when the last bear was
comfortably seated on the crowded shelf, she came over to me and looked at my
face while I stared at the happy faces of her bears.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"I've done something horrible to you, haven't I.  I should have never tried
to..."

"You haven't done anything but try and give me what I wanted," she said, still
looking at me.  "I don't blame you for anything.  Why should you?"

"Because.  Damn it, Becky.  I made a promise to myself a long time ago never to
be a girl's first unless I loved her.  I've broken that promise twice now, and
that's out of three..."

She turned away from me suddenly, but not quickly enough to see I had said
something that had upset her.  I opened my mouth to ask her what, but then
realized my error and knew I would have to correct it in actions and not words.

I silently got down on my knees while issuing the commands to create the
illusion I wanted, then closed my eyes, clasped my hands together and placed
them over my heart.

With my face as relaxed and pleasant looking as possible, I said in a gentle
voice, "But I do love you now, Becky."

I nearly ruined my surprise when she took longer to turn around than I had
expected, but just before I was about to open my eyes to see what was going on,
I heard the gasp and waited for her next move.

"Oh my God..  Tim?" she said, finding I had turned myself into a white teddy
bear for her.

I watched through her mind, seeing myself as a cuddly white bear with his paws
covering his heart in a gesture of love.  I was impressed at how real I
appeared.  Even though it had been my idea and commands, it was her imagination
actually doing the work.

"Tim?" she mewed softly, getting down on her knees in front of me.

She extended her hand out to touch my face, but before it could made contact,
she jerked it back uncertain whether her touch could harm me.

"Tim!? Please say something!?" she cried starting to get scared.

"I love you," I said without moving anything more than my lips.

"You do?" she said with mixed emotions.

"I do," I said opening my eyes and smiling, then holding my arms spread apart in
the universal sign for a hug.

Becky's eyes teared up as her mouth broke out in a grin.  She move towards me to
give me the hug I wanted, hesitating only a second at the sight of my teddy bear
paws.

I hugged her warmly, finding her hug feeling better than I imagined it would.  I
found myself feeling better about the things I had allowed myself to do with
her, and even added a few of my own sniffles to hers as we hugged for seemingly
forever.

An idea occurred to me as our mutual embrace was coming to an end, and issued a
few new instructions similar to the first.  As my vision blurred a moment, I
felt my skin suddenly tingle all over while Becky gasped again, then pulled away
to look at Becky who was examining her fur covered arms and paws.

"What's the matter, Becky Bear?  Haven't you ever imagined what it felt like as
one of your bears?"

"I can't believe it!  How did you do it?  Never mind, I don't want to ruin it.
Thank you, Timmy Bear!" she said, giving me a bear kiss on my cheek.

I watched her prance around the room, talking to her fellow bears and having a
grand old time, feeling very content and happy about the way things were turning
out.  I was sure after we made love Becky would have enough control over her
submissive desires to be stable again.  And that's when I wondered what it would
be like to make love to her as a teddy bear.

The squawk I made stopped her dance short, and she immediately came back over to
me and said, "What's the matter, Timmy Bear?"

"Oh, nothing.  It was just a bit of a shock to find.." I paused, feeling my
cheek fur glowing red.

"Find what?" she said, following my eyes to my crotch.

Her laughter only made my embarrassment even worse, but I had to chuckle myself

when she spread her legs apart and exclaimed, "Silly bear!  Didn't you know
teddy's don't have genitals?"

Then I got a horny idea, and momentarily peeked through the illusion my
imagination was providing.  Becky watched with curiosity as I turned around and
wiggled my loose shorts and boxers off, not suspecting what I was doing even
though it should have been perfectly obvious.

"What ARE you doing," she said, moving closer to look.

I closed the gap in my illusion, allowing my vision to return to teddy bear
land, then was pleased by the end result moments before Becky Bear's paws turned
me around.

"Oh my teddyness," she said, gaping at my teddy bear dick.

Actually, it looked just the same as it always did to me, except for the hair
being white that is.  I was disappointed to find Becky's mind down sizing it to
teddy bear proportions, but I didn't attempt to alter it.

I saw her expression change again, finding my cock to drag the submissive
feelings out of her like oil in water.

"Hey Becky Bear," I said, capturing her eyes with mine and leaning forwards for
a kiss.

After kissing her submissive lips, I looked lovingly into her eyes and said, "I
love the Becky who likes to kiss back.  The Becky who knows what she wants and
does what she likes, not what I want and what I like.  Please don't do this
again?"

"Okay, Timmy Bear," she said happily before knocking me onto my back and landing
on top of me.  "If you want me to do what I want.."

The kiss she gave me took my breath away.  God, I was surprised by her attitude
reversal.  Becky was even starting to get a little rough with her handling of my
balls while raping my mouth with everything she could muster.

I was ready to do just about anything she said by the time she broke off her
attack.  While we both panted like bears on a hot day, she managed to say, "Lets
get out of the bear suits and try out the bed like a pair of humans, okay?"

"Okay," I said as I canceled our illusions.

"No wonder I couldn't feel anything," she said, rubbing her hand across her
crotch.  "I forgot we.. I still had clothes on."

"Not for long," I said, picking her up and carrying her to the waiting bed.

Without any need for words, we rejoined our lips together while I worked
steadily at removing the shorts and the lower half of her bathing suit before we
broke apart long enough to remove our shirts and her swim suit's top piece.

Becky was distracted by the incredibly strong submissive desires from looking at
my dick, but managed to successfully shrug them off and looked up at me with a
smile.

That smile just pulled me up to her like a magnet, and while I slowly made love
to her lips, I found her laying down on her back while gently pulling me on top
of her.

Some people say one woman's body is pretty much like the next, and after a while
they all seem the same.  I have never found that to be true, always finding
something very unique with each woman's body I made love to.

I will always distinguish Becky's body from the rest by her incredibly virgin
pussy.  I know that sounds pretty pathetic, but even though I had already taken
her virginity once, I would have never known it as I slipped my cock into her
hot tight puss, not even thinking about the missing hymen.

In fact, because she was on bottom that time, Becky's love canal was just as
tight or tighter than it had been.  But more importantly, the responses she gave
me were more true to that of a virgin feeling the pleasure of her first dance
under the sheets.  Her gasps, moans, kissing lips, and exploring hands were all
that of a newly made woman who I would strive to make orgasm at least twice
before sharing my own with her.

And after her second, I was pleasantly surprised and physically relieved when
she forced me on my back and proceeded to fuck me madly with every intention of
making me cum with or without her.

So when Becky sat up and started to fuck me like that, I switched on my magic
touch, making her body shiver as it felt the pleasure emanating from my
fingertips.  Her body quickly followed my movements, letting herself be guided
back down to rest against my chest, then passively, yet not submissively,
allowed me to stroke her body's nerves, making her entire torso feel the
pleasure similar to what my dick felt as she continued to hump it with her tight
puss.

I devoured her tits with my tongue and lips, felt her ass enough to remember
each and every inch of it, then finally whispered to her I was ready.  She
replied with a deep kiss, then sat back up and started to hump with renewed
energy.

My magic touch drove her beyond her normal lust, beyond her ability to feel her
exhaustion, only feeling the pleasure and promised bliss of her steadily
building orgasm.

As her sweat dripped off her body to rain down on mine, I joined in her
desperate and loud moans, feeling us close to the promise land.  I nearly
started crying as she emitted a most wonderful growling moan as we erupted
together, her voice so loud and strong that it made my ears ring.

My dick had finished spurting its meager amount of cum several moments before
her own climax reached its absolute peak. But when that happened, her eyes
rolled up into her head as her moan faded into silence, and while I was easing
her unconscious body down to rest on top of me, the door to her room suddenly
was broke open by her brother.

"BECKY!!" he cried as I moved her nude helpless form onto her back beside me.
"I'LL KILL YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKER FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HER!"

"Shhh!" I said calmly.  "Don't wake her.  She's dreaming about her bears."

As my commands struck home in his head, the rage in eyes promptly changed into a
look of endearment for Becky.

"Were you gentle with her?" he said after helping me pile the bears around her
nude body and then followed me out of her room.

I nodded as I quietly closed the door behind me.

"Good.  Say, you want a drink?"

"Uhm, thanks.  Maybe some other time?"

"Sure, anytime, Tommy."

"Timmy," I reminded him.

"No, my name is....  My name is....   VESS!  I forgot my fucking name!" he said
finding himself returning to his humorous mood again.

"SHHH! Not so loouudd.." Vess snickered from the bottom of the stairs, nude,
legs spread wide, and holding the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand.

"Hey Vess..  Becky isn't a virgin no more," Doug said to her as he took the
bottle from her limp hand to take another swig.

Then he said to me, "Vess hasn't been a virgin for a long time, have you sexy
Vessy," Dougy Wuggy said

"NOPE!" she said rolling her head towards us.  "Why?  He wanna fuCK!"

Doug stopped in mid gulp and looked over at me.  He stared at me while taking
another few gulps, then exaggerated the "Tch AAHHHH" sound he made.

"Yeah, how about it, Tommy boy.  You up to fucking my slutty girl friend?"

"EWWW, you know what that does to me," Vess said, trying to operate her finger
to frig herself.

I glanced at the clock on the mantle, and figured I had about a half hour to
kill before I would have to leave to meet Teri.

"Sure, why not," I said, accepting the bottle from Doug.

I nearly spit it out all over them when I tried to imitate their gulps and found
my throat on fire.

"SHIT!" I choked out.  "What the hell did you put in this?  Gasoline?"

"Aww!  He guessed the secwet ingwed...iant!" Vess sputtered.

Doug walked over to a big vase and placed his finger over his lips in a hushing
gesture, then pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and funnel.  He brought them
over to me and slipped the funnel in the neck of the Jack Daniels.  I watched as
he refilled the Jack Daniels with a third of the 200 proof bottle's contents.

"Shit," I said, realizing that I would probably get drunker than they were if I
had took even two more gulps of the stuff.

Doug took another couple of swigs before exclaiming, "WHOA! Hey Vess!  It really
has some kick to it now."

"Lemetwy," she said, holding her hand out limply while not bothering to raise
her head up.

"Not until Tommy fuggs you, you slut," he said wickedly while handing me the
bottle again.

Suddenly I found myself feeling the famous peer pressure that teens are famous
for giving into.  Doug's eyes never let up as he waited for me to take another
sip from the bottle.  I felt a strong desire to fit in overcome the knowledge I
shouldn't do it, and finally took another sip very carefully.

"GOD!" I said with the fumes I felt rising from my scorched throat.

But after feeling his surprisingly steady stare beat down on me, I took another
two gulps, and finally found relief when he turned around to place the other
bottle back in its hiding place.

It wasn't until he stumbled and fell right at my feet by the stairs that I
realized I was already feeling the warm giddy sensations of the alcohol.  I felt
relaxed and comfortable, and started to even smile a little as Doug picked
himself up with a stupid grin on his face.

"Oops, I twipped," he said.

I giggled like a ten year old, which only made the other two laugh as well.  I
was feeling really good, like we were old friends enjoying each other's company,
and didn't resist taking another swig.

"You know?  I think I'm getting the hang of thith," I said, trying to see the
fumes from my breath.

"I don remember.  Am I gonna fugg someone?  Or something?" Vess said from the
base of the steps.

My dick woke up immediately, and I swore I could feel the alcohol rush to my
hardening dick.  So to replenish my supply, I took two big gulps, then gasped
out, "YEAH..  I'm going to fugg.. fuck you."

When I got up, I found my legs not as sure as they had been when I had sat down
on the step.  Doug, having expected my loss of coordination, reached up and
steadied me, then managed to help me get down the last three steps without me
falling flat on my face.

I must have been saying "shit" every three seconds, finding it impossible to
lower my drawers without having to stop and steady myself to keep from landing
on the floor.

"What's the madder?" Doug said, standing next to me, dick in hand.

"I can't fuggen get my pants off, man," I said, trying again.

"Here, let me do it," he said setting the bottle down and carefully lowering
himself on his knees.

I straightened myself out, finding the air up at that level in the room to be a
little thin.  I noticed a colorful picture I hadn't seen before, and quickly
became fascinated by the way the waves in the background seemed to actually be
moving.  My mind was occupied by this, I only faintly felt my shorts and boxers
slipping down my legs.

"Wow.." I heard Doug say from below.

"What," I replied, not taking my eyes off the little boy standing on the sea
shore waving at me.

"Your dick is so straight.  Mine's like bent one way a little.  See?"

I glanced down, and confirmed what he said, then looked back up and found the
little boy wasn't waving, but masturbating.

"From the way its curved, you'd have to fuck a girl doggy style to reach her
g-spot."

"Really?" Doug said looking at his dick like it was something new.

"Yeah.  I haven't been able to reach the g-spot on every girl I've fucked, but
I've reached enough of them to know."

"Wow.  So you like fuck a lot of girls?" he said with a strange sound to his
voice.

"I guess."

"You ever fuck a guy?" he asked.

I glanced down at him, making him shift his gaze from my dick to my face, then
said nervously, "Just wondering."

I looked back up to the picture and watched as the big fat girl came over to the
little boy and started sucking him.

"Yeah, I've fucked a couple of guys."

"Did you let them, like, fuck you too?"

"Yeah, that was the best part."

"Why?"

"'Cause, it was.  The best sex I've had was with my best friend Joey fuck my ass
while I fucked my girlfriend Suzi.  She has a nice ass too."

"Shit," he said, pounding his meat really fast.

I watched the little boy fuck the ass of the big fat girl, not really caring
whether Doug gave into his drunken lust and sucked my dick into his mouth like
he was fantasizing.  But when I felt his breath on the head of my dick, I closed
my eyes and happily anticipated his mouth that never came.  When I opened my
eyes a minute later, I found him passed out, still sitting up with his dick in
his still hand.

"Fuck," I said, really wanting someone to suck me off.

"Whadhedo?" Vess said.  "Hefallasleeponya"

"Yeah, right before he was going to blow me, too."

"He was?" she said with a surprisingly clear voice.

"Yeah," I said looking hopefully over at her.

"I can't believe he was that drunk.  He's the biggest fag hater I've ever met."

"How come you're not drunk?" I said, my eyes landing on her open pussy.

"I'm drunk.  Just not that drunk.  It's more fun to fake it and watch him fuck
himself up," she said grinning.

"Whad he mean about you not being a virgin for a long time?"

"Doug and I first did it when we were eight.  We've never had sex with anyone
but each other.  So stop looking at me like that.  He would have never let you
actually do it."

"You wanna bet?  He was so horned out from the idea, he was thinking about going
up stairs and trying his sister out."

"You're just saying that to make me want to fuck you out of revenge," she said,
teasing me by spreading her legs a little wider.

I felt my lust wash through me, driving my drunken brain to malfunction in ways
that were not healthy to others around me.  Especially to those who were
spreading their legs apart while my hardon was begging to dive between them to
sniff out that g-spot I was bragging about.

As the commands somehow made it to their destinations despite my rotten aim,  I
reached for the bottle and managed to swallow another gulp before hearing Vess
gasp.

"I take it you might like the idea of me fucking your slutty fuck slit," I said,
waving my dick in front of her increasingly lust filled face.

"Noo.." she said, licking her lips nervously.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like my nice, big, straight pleasure rod slipping
into your pussy and making you moan on the top of your lungs?"

"UHHH!" she said, slipping her fingers into her slit and began to fuck herself.

"Nothing could feel as good as my penis fucking you and fucking you and cumming
inside you..." I said hypnotically.

"Uhhh?"

"Yes, that's it.  You do want it, don't you."

"Uhhh huh?"

"Say you want it."

"I... I want it."

"Say you want my penis inside your vagina," I teased.

"I want your fucking cock up my PUSSY!" she screamed.

"That's fugging behher," I said as I tried to move myself into position.

"Oh hurry UP!  Fuck me! Fuck me NOW! GET IT IN ME!  OHHHH!  I GOTTA HAVE IT IN
ME!" she yelled in my face as I struggled to figure out how to get my relaxing
member into her cunt.

The combination of her yelling and the strange twisting of my body from trying
to aim my cock at her already humping crotch triggered a most unpleasant side
affect of having too much to drink.

"Uhhhck...  I'm gonna be sick," I said, trying to relax on top of her.

Unfortunately, I had made her so desperate to have me fuck her, she wasn't about
to let me relax.  Her body was constantly in motion, as well as her mouth as she
begged, threatened, and screamed for me to fuck her.  That only made my
condition worse, and with in moments of her succeeding in getting my soft cock
inside her, I was struggling to get away from her to go throw up somewhere.

"TIM!  What are you DOING!" I heard a familiar voice exclaim.

"Help me!" I said, reaching with my right hand and frantically waving it around
so she could see me.  "I gotta puke and she wone leh me!"

Becky grabbed my arm and started pulling, finding it more difficult than she
thought from my drunken limp state.  The two girls were pulling me a part,
making me lose what control I had left and I felt it starting to come up.

But then suddenly I was free of Vess's grasp, and I found myself flying towards
the vase that had the bottle of poison in it.  Becky let go, and I managed to
make it to the vase just as it started to come out of my mouth and nose.
Unfortunately, instead of barfing in it, I knocked it over and wound up puking
on its remains.

That was just about the low point of the evening, not that it got much better.
Once I had thoroughly soiled their living room carpet with my digestional
juices, I passed out and apparently lost bladder control.  I don't remember
anything until at some point when my mom showed up to take me home.  You could
say she was just a little pissed at me.  Especially since I had apparently
switched Vess's desperate sexual needs towards Doug at some point and she had to
"restrain" her before she killed him.

Not that Doug complained, mind you.  In fact he sent me a thank you present a
few days after I had straighten Vess out.  I got a nice big bottle of Jack
Daniels which I promptly poured down the drain.  Okay, so I did take a sip.  But
I was just a little curious at what it tasted like without the 200 proof added.
I hate to say it, but...  It definitely was missing something.  And that
wouldn't be the last time I would have a run in with old Jack.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 11 - Ghosts of Lovers Past
(mf, oral)

I guess the biggest thing I regretted about my little drinking episode was
missing the meeting with Teri.  So when Teri showed up at my doorstep a week
later, I more than happily let her in for a.... chat.

"So, you here on business or pleasure?" I asked her with a suggestive grin as we
sat down on the living room's couch

"Both, actually," she said letting her eyes roam the room.

"Oh?" I said, realizing she wasn't really here for a fuck.

"Yeah.  If you can turn yourself invisible, can you do the same to me?"

"Uhm, well..." I hesitated, not really sure where this was leading.

She finally looked at me, then gave me this very seductive yet business like
look while her hand petted my crotch.

"If you help me with a little problem I have, I'll make it worth your trouble,"
she said, finding my dick responding very nicely to her hand's movements.

"Uhhh...  I think we can come to some kind of arrangement.. But there's more to
it than you think," I said, leaning back and relaxing.

"Like?" she said, lifting my legs up onto the couch, making sure my cock wasn't
left unstimulated for more than a second.

"Well like I would have to be with you," I said, enjoying the handling she was
giving me.

"Oh?  You're not just trying to make me have to take you along, are you?" she
said, unzipping my jeans, finding to her surprise I hadn't worn anything
underneath.

"No, nothing like that," I said, spreading my legs a bit more so my dick came
free of the flap.  My one eye monster started rising up from its lair, and
before her nerve could get a chance to give out, I said, "You see, I wasn't
really invisible.  I just made you think you couldn't see me."

"Huh?" she said, taking her eyes off my half risen member to look at my face.
"You mean you just tricked us?"

"No, not tricked.  Just made your mind ignore where I was sorta.  I just made
you not see me, that's all."

"So what's the difference," she said, looking back down at my dick before taking
a grip of it like a joystick.

"The difference is, I could make people unable to see you, but I would have to
do it to each person, and things like security cameras would see us as plain as
day."

"It's not like I want to go rob a bank or anything," she said, experimenting
with different holds and trying some jerking motions out.

"I'm glad to hear that.  So are you going to tell me?  Or are you planning to
wait until I beg you to blow me and have me agree to whatever you want."

"Your penis is a lot different than the one I've played with before," she said,
changing the topic and moving her head closer to it.

"It's not really any different than the standard issue.  What was his like?"

"Smaller.  It was a while back.  He hadn't even started growing hair under his
arms yet," she said with a distant smile.

"I take it you two did more than just feel each other's privates," I said.

"Terry was afraid to do anything more than touch.  I hadn't even kissed another
human being until Nancy let me join the group and showed me how.  You're the
first guy I've even seen naked since seventh grade, let alone the first I ever
actually tasted."

Her hand had worked my dick up to its hardest form, and I wasn't in the speaking
mood as she edged her face closer and closer to it.

I got a vibe from her that told me she was working herself up to do it, but she
didn't really want to, or at least not to me anyway.  So before she could commit
herself, I said her name and locked my eyes on hers to form an empathic
connection.

I felt her deep desire for something or someone pushing her to do what she had
to do to get my help.  I refrained from using my telepathic abilities to find
out the details, having decided to try and cool it with them until I got out of
hot water with my mom.  But I did command my hardon to go down, and I felt her
relief mix with her despair.

"Did I do something wrong?" she said confused.

"No, I did.  I almost took advantage of..  Hey! I'll help you.  You don't have
to do that," I said when her tongue licked my flaccid member long ways.

"Shit," I said, feeling how nice her mouth and tongue felt.  For a first timer,
Teri wasn't all bad.  She got my dick back up to full hardness very quickly, and
was making some really nice sucking and licking sounds.

Without really thinking about it, I peeked in her head to see what she was
getting from it.  I found that while she hadn't actually done it before, she had
often thought about doing it, eventually finding it her strongest turn on.  But
she still had strong feelings for the boy with the similar name as hers, and had
only been nervous about trying it on someone who wasn't him.

But now she was living an old fantasy, one which she would relive many times
after trying it with me.  She licked it up and down for several minutes,
painting it with her spit and breath.  Then she explored my scrotum and
eventually gently sucked each testicle into her mouth to bathe them with her
saliva.

Teri's tongue returned to licking my cock up and down, then lapped up the precum
that oozed out my piss slit like it was sweet nectar from a honeysuckle bloom.
Once that was gone, she began teasing the crown with her tongue, then suddenly
took it inside her mouth and started sucking with vigor.

Her inexperience started to show there, finding her sucking without much rhythm
and having no other motion besides the strong suction she was supplying.  I
realized she believed she could just suck it out of me like that, so I gently
started to pull her head up then down, and she quickly got the idea.

After a minute of unsteady bobbing up and down, she pulled herself out from
underneath my legs and got between them on her knees.  We quickly decided to
move to the floor, finding the couch getting very confining, and while we were
at it, Teri pulled my pants the rest of the way off and grasped each of my ass
cheeks as she began her bobbing again.

Every time she sensed I was getting close, she stopped and started to simply
lick my cock again.  I began noticing how one of her hands would let go of my
ass to disappear beneath her, and finally I used my foot to check her crotch,
finding her hand beneath the material.

As she rested from her latest round of humping my dick with her mouth, she
permitted me to rub her groin with my foot, and eventually started to lose
herself in it by meeting my rubs with some extra pressure.

Teri was somewhat reluctant however when I moved into a sixty-nine position. But
once my fingers were carefully working on stimulating her clit through her
clothes, she became very pliable, and forgot about my dick for several minutes.

But as I coaxed her still covered groin down to my face, she suddenly remembered
it and started to lick it once more.  She gasped when I started to dig into her
crotch with my nose, then found the fresh supply of precum I had been drooling
out.  I echoed her gasp from below as her tongue worked on my sensitive
cockhead, then began the slow process of pulling her jean-shorts down without
letting on I was doing so, and finally managed to undo the snap and fly while
she concentrated on bobbing her head.

The moment I began sucking on her wet silk panties, she accidentally swallowed
my dick from her gulp.  I wasn't sure who had the greatest reason to wiggling in
their pleasure, but we both did it, and after pausing a moment to catch out
breath, we tried it again.

I couldn't believe how quickly she had learned how to deep throat, but even
though this thought occupied some portion of my thoughts, most of my attention
was devoted to sucking her slowly humping crotch.  And when she started to
strain her pussy against my mouth, I knew she was getting close to cumming.

The next chance I had, I slipped my tongue beneath the cloth of her panties and
began licking the edges of her slit.  She paused and shuddered a moment, then
took my prick deep into her throat while applying an incredible amount of
suction.

The surge of pleasure from my crotch drove my tongue straight into her cunt,
just before my spunk started to flow.  I fucked her pussy as best as I could
while she pulled my dick head from her throat and started to sucking my cum into
her mouth as fast as she could.

After my dick stopped its spasming, she let it drop from her mouth and started
to gasp and grind her crotch into my face.  I had to hold her ass to prevent her
growing thrusts from hurting me, and had to recoil my tongue after I almost bit
it off.  My invisible tongue took its place, and as it probed even deeper than
my real one could, Teri's orgasm washed through her.

She collapsed on top of me when she was finished, then after getting her breath
back, she started cleaning up her face and my dick.  During her thorough
cleaning of my crotch, my dick not surprisingly recovered and was ready for
another go.

But it wasn't meant to be.  Just as I started to lap her fresh supply of pussy
juice, my mother poked her head in the room and said, "Are you two going to eat
dinner here when you finish?  Or am I eating alone tonight?"

The squawk I made was almost as high pitched as the shriek Teri made.  Even
though my mom and I have seen the other have sex before, I still got embarrassed
and a little upset about her seeing me, especially when it was with someone new.
So as Teri desperately pulled her panties and shorts back up, all I could do was
turn red and say "Uhm...Uhmm.... I..I..."

"I'll take that as a no," she said.

Teri's obvious astonished and envious stare at my mother's nude body brought a
sweet smile to my moms face, and then she added, "But you are very welcome to
stay for dinner if you like."

"I.. I'd like to, but...  I have to go now," Teri said, getting up, never taking
her eyes off my mom.

My mom slipped back around the corner without another word, and I struggled to
my feet long enough to pull Teri down to the couch.

"I really should go," Teri said nervously.

"I'm sorry if my mom spooked ya.  She didn't mean any harm.  She's used to going
around the house nude... and, well, it's her home too and..."

"You don't have to explain," she said.  "But I really do have to go.  I'll be in
deep trouble if I'm late for dinner again this week."

She was looking at my soft cock, yet trying to appear like she wasn't, then
looked up at my face when I took her hand in mine.

"Tell me what you came here for," I said looking her straight in the eyes.

Her gaze fell back to my dick, then she sighed and said, "I'm not sure anymore.
Ever since I moved away from Terry, I've been waiting for him...  I just wanted
to see him again without him knowing I was there and..."

"Huh?  Back up a little.  Why don't you want him to see you?"

She looked at me with a slight look of fear, then sighed and said, "You have to

swear never to tell another soul.  I'm not supposed to ever tell anyone..."

"I swear," I said, a little surprised at how serious she meant her words.  "I'm
good at keeping secrets."

(Er, well, I guess I'm telling all now, aren't I?  But it doesn't matter any
longer.  I've taken care of that.)

"I was born with the name Karen Garrison, and didn't start going by Teri until
about three years ago.  My dad saw something that someone didn't want him to
see, and after they blew his car up, he went to the feds... Anyway, we were
given new names and identities, and we moved here.  They didn't even let me say
good bye to.." she said, tearing up.

I waited for her to continue while rubbing her back to comfort her.  She took a
deep breath and said, "I don't know what he thinks happened to me.  I'm so
scared he hates me or something that I wanted to find out before I let him see
me."

"I don't understand something," I said when she didn't continue any further.
"Why are you all of a sudden anxious to find out after waiting three years?"

"Because a couple of months ago, he moved here.  He only lives three blocks away
from me, and knowing he's so close without being able to even let him see me is
killing me.  I was lucky to notice him walking his dog from my window, otherwise
we might have met on the corner or something.  I'm a nervous wreck from trying
to avoid him at school.  I've colored my hair and changed my hair cut, but I
know he'll recognize me if he gets a good look at my face."

"So you wanted me to make you invisible... to do what?  Sneak into his house at
night and whisper things in his ear while he sleeps?"

"I don't know..  But when you vanished in front of my eyes...  You're right,
though.  What am I going to do?  If I don't tell him and he finds out on his
own, he'll never forgive me."

I looked up at the clock, then did a quick scan of Teri's mind to see if she was
telling me everything I needed to know.  I only found her holding back her dying
hope of sucking him off while he couldn't see her, and understood why she
wouldn't tell me that part.

"Do you think he's home?" I said, thinking about what I wanted to do.

"What, now?" she said, a little unsure.

"Yes, now."

"Probably.  He spends most of his time after school up in his room doing
homework."

"Heh.  Sounds like you've been doing a little spying on him...  You said he
lives close to your house, right?  Let's drop by your place and have some grub,
then head over to his joint and play ghost."

"Oh," she said with mixed feelings. "I mean, I don't want to sound ungrateful or
anything, but I'm not sure if my mom will like me bringing someone home for
dinner without advance notice.."

"Don't worry about it.  She'll be absolutely thrilled."

I followed her home in my car and parked behind her in the driveway, getting a
nice view of her ass while she gathered her books from the floor of the back
seat.

"Shit," she said, under her breath after shutting her car door and checking her
watch.  "We're fifteen minutes late."

"No were not.  We're right on time," I grinned.

"No, you don't understand," she said, nervously glancing at the movement in a
window.

I followed her eyes and found her mother peering out through a small break of
the curtains just before the gap was pulled shut.

"You can set your watch by my mom.  Dinner is ready at five thirty on the dot,
no exceptions, no excuses.  The only thing she gets more upset about being late
for dinner is having uninvited guests over."

I felt her mother's eyes on us again, but couldn't determine where she was
peeking out at.  But as we stepped up onto the front porch, I found her mind as
she was just about to open the front door.

But instead of the raging mad mother Teri had expected, we were greeted with a
warm smile.

"You're just in time," her mother said, holding the door open for us.  "Dinner
is running a little late, but should be ready in about five minutes."

Teri's mouth dropped open, then managed to find her voice to say, "I'm sorry for
being late again, mom.  It took longer than I thought to finish our homework.
Tim's mom had to work late, and I sort of invited him to eat with us...  But if
there isn't enough..."

"Oh, don't be silly!" she fussed.  "I'm absolutely thrilled you finally got the
nerve up to ask someone home for dinner.  You know, she hasn't even gone out on
a date since Jr. High.." she said matter of fact like to me.

"Really?" I said, giving the astonished Teri a wink while her mother took my arm
in hers and led us towards the dining room.

Once we were settled in at the table and the food was starting to be passed
around, Teri leaned over and whispered, "What did you do to her?"

"Me?  What makes you think I did anything?" I said, not hiding my grin.

"Come on.  The last time I saw her this happy about sitting down to dinner with
someone else at the table was....  Before the you know what."

"Yes, ma'am.  I'll try anything that looks that good," I said answering her
mother instead of her.  I waited as a generous portion of a casserole was dipped
out onto my plate, finding it had all sorts of strange looking vegetables in it,
then cursed myself for having overdone the flattery bit when I discovered it
didn't really look all that great.

Teri and her younger brother were both grinning at me as I took a bite, and
after finding the taste not as bad as I had expected, I figured what the hell
and sent a few commands to my own taste processing center, making it taste like
a pizza with everything on it.

I ignored the looks I got from Teri, her brother, and her father as I chowwed
down on what was probably the healthiest pizza I would ever eat, and then
watched them eat while I sat back with a full tummy and an empty plate.  Even
Teri's mom was a bit astonished by my response to the casserole.  Apparently she
had never seen anyone enjoy her favorite dish except for her sister and father,
and even they had never shoveled it down like I had.

"Ahhh, that was <burp> 'scuse me, that was good.  Man, I'm so full I probably
could curl up on the couch and fall asleep in a second," I said sleepily.

"You can have mine, if you want it," Teri's brother, Kevin, muttered, spinning
his already loaded fork around in the middle of his still full plate.

"You eat your own, and maybe you'll grow up strong and healthy like Tim here
is," his mother scolded before taking my plate into the kitchen.

"If I had to eat stuff like that, I'd rather be a weakling," he said even
softer.  "You didn't really like it, did you?" he asked me.

"What, don't you like pizza?" I said with a grin.

"Pizza?" Kevin and Teri said, looking at their plates of gooey casserole.

"This doesn't taste anything like pizza," Kevin said after taking a small bite.

"It's just how you look at it," I said, pulling a red slice of some kind of
fleshy vegetable from Teri's plate beside me.  "First you have to look for the
things that look similar to what you find on a pizza.  This," I said, holding
the red slice over my mouth, "is pepperoni," then promptly took a bite out of
it.

"The noodles are like the bread, and there actually is cheese in it," I pointed
out.  "You have to use your imagination a little, but once you start seeing how
it resembles pizza, then you start telling yourself it is pizza while you're
eating it.  If you keep trying to taste the pizza in it, you'll start getting
little flashes of it tasting like pizza.  The harder you try, the more it will
taste like pizza, and pretty soon it doesn't taste like anything else."

Both Kevin and Teri were concentrating while chewing it, but it was their father
who suddenly gasped and said, "I can't believe it.  For a moment, it did taste
like pizza."

Their mom came back in from the kitchen and sat down to finish her own plate.
She was just about to take a bite when she noticed the look of concentration on
the other's faces.

"I think I'm starting to taste it too," Teri announced before taking a bigger
mouthful.

"Owhh!" Kevin whined.  "How come I haven't tasted it yet?"

"Taste what?" his mother asked.

"Pizza.  Tim said he made it taste like pizza, and that's why he could eat it."

"That's not exactly.." I protested.

"It's working!" Teri exclaimed.  "It's really starting to taste like pizza!"

"OWHHH!" Kevin whined even louder before looking down at his plate to give it a
really hard powerful stare.

Then suddenly Kevin blinked and looked at his fork.

"I know why!  You don't eat pizza with a fork," he said setting it down.  "You
eat it with your hands!"

Before anyone could stop him, he scooped some up off his plate with his right
hand and took a bite.  His look of surprise was quickly replaced with a wild
grin, then plopped the remaining handful back on the plate and started taking
mouthfuls right off the plate.

"Kevin!  Stop that!  You're making a mess!" his mother yelled.

But then his father tried it, followed by Teri, she sighed and watched them pig
out.

"I can't believe mom was the last one to finish eating!" Teri exclaimed after we
pulled out of her driveway.  "OH!  You never did say what you did to her."

"Oh yeah.  Sorry.  Your mom was pretty shook up from the car bomb and stuff.  I
just helped her forget some of the fear she had of someone finding you guys, and
she did the rest.  Which house is it?" I said, as we entered the street.

"Uhm, its the third on the left.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"Don't start getting nervous on me.  You came to me, remember?  I'm here and
ready to go, and if that's his room, I have the feeling he's up there."

"Why do you say that," she said, not seeing anything through the window.

"Like I said.  I have a feeling," I said, spotting who was obviously his dad
coming around from the back and heading into their garage.  "Come on.  We've got
ourselves a way in without having to ring the door bell."

I almost forgot to send the invisible commands before we entered the rather
crowded garage.  The man was trying to find something in one of several boxes
left over from the move, and was muttering under his breath about how nothing
was ever easy.

I planted the idea that it might be inside, then followed him into the basement
which was where the garage was attached.  All three of us were climbing the
stairs to the main floor when he suddenly realized it couldn't be up there and
we had to make a fast retreat back down.

Once he had went back outside, Teri and I proceeded to the main floor, finding
his mother cooking chicken on the stove.  Then after we got around two little
girls playing dolls at the base of the second floor stairs, we finally arrived
at the door where I felt Terry was.

I was still attempting to figure out how to prepare her for what was behind the
door when we both jumped from his mother yelling up the stairs that dinner was
ready.

We heard loud whispers and scrambling inside the room, and I saw Teri's eyes go
wide when she heard two different sets of zippers go up inside.  Before she
could react any further, the door opened and I got my first look at Terry and
his buddy.

"Yeah, Christen was definitely coming on to me yesterday.  Man I wish Rachel was
out of town next week instead of this week.  I'm sure if I tried hard enough,
Christen would come around by next week enough that she would have done it. Man,
if you hadn't come along, I think I would have gone nuts without some kind of..
you know."

"Shit.  Nothing to it.  I'm just paying you back for last month," his friend
said as they went down the stairs.

"Oh my God," she said, clearly in shock.  "He's...  He's...."

"Fooling around, yeah.  Looks like he got over his fear about doing anything
more than touch." I said stepping in to his room.

The walls were plastered by scantily clothed girls on top of cars, the bed was
unmade and the covers on the floor.  The edge of the Penthouse they had been
enjoying was just sticking out a bit from underneath the bed, and I managed to
nudge it out of sight before Teri came over and sat down on the bed with
disappointment.

"And I thought he would wait for me too.  I've been so stupid."

"Oh, I don't know," I said when something caught my eye.  "I think he still
feels something for you.  And I wouldn't take what he said too seriously.  Guys
like to talk like they have girls lined up waiting for them.  Rachel isn't out
of town.  She broke up with him when he tried to feel her up."

I was standing in front of some shelves above his desk with my back turned to
her, but could feel the confusion that must have been showing on her face.

"What do you mean, he still feels something for me?" she finally asked getting
up and walking over to me.

I just nodded at a picture frame that contained what had to be a picture cut out
of a yearbook.  The long and straight haired little girl indeed looked a lot
different than the older short and curly haired young woman beside me, but the
nose, the eyes, and the cheeks were the one and the same.

"I... He..." she choked out as she picked up the framed picture and studied it
carefully.

After she let a few tears run down her cheek, she sniffed and set the picture
back where it had come from.  Her mouth kept breaking out into a wide grin after
the last one faded away as she recalled some of the moments they had shared.

"Well, I guess this means you won't be needing my help any more," I said.

"What?  Yes I do!  Please?"

"Okay, but you found out what you wanted to know.  I'm not really willing to do
much more."

"Just stay with me until I figure out what to do.  If in an hour I still don't
know how to break it to him, then we can leave.  But please, just give me a
little time to let me see what he's like."

I sighed, then sat down on the bed and said, "Okay.  You didn't happen to notice
where the bathroom is, did you?"

"Down the hall by the stairs," she said, looking at some other photos sitting on
the shelf beside hers.

While I was peeing and checking out the Penthouse I had snagged, I heard someone
come back up the stairs and go down the hall.  I confirmed it was Terry who had
already finished eating and was going to him room to finish checking out the
Penthouse I had in my hands.

"Shit," I said as I stood and pulled my pants up, quickly flushing and opening
the door.  I got out into the hall in time to see his door shut and hear the
click of the lock, then hustled over to the door while digging out the little
screwdriver on my key chain to unlock the door.

"Where the hell did it go?" Terry muttered from under the bed.

Teri wasn't anywhere to be seen, and after planting the Penthouse right beside
him under the sheets, I scanned the room and found her hiding in the closet.

I walked over and whispered, "What are you doing in there?  Checking for moths?"

"I didn't want to risk him seeing me," she said coming out on the open side of
the closet door.

"Oh," I replied, realizing she still didn't understand how the invisible stuff
worked.

Terry got up and sat down on the bed in a huff, not having found the magazine
even though its left corner had been uncovered.

"Nothing is easy, Karen.  How many time have I told you that," he said staring
at the framed picture.  "You know that one chick I was telling you about?  The
one who reminds me of you?  I was going to try and talk to her today after
school, but she didn't hang around like usually does.  Oh well.  Maybe
tomorrow."

Karen/Teri and I stood there watching him staring at the picture for a few
minutes, then he suddenly broke out of his daze and got up to go to his desk.
But his foot landed on the covered Penthouse on the first step he took, and a
moment later he was on his back with a thump.

The groan he made announced he had hurt himself kind of bad, and both Teri and I
dived over to him to see what was wrong.

"Fuck.." he moaned as he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.  "Shit, Karen.
I must have really hurt my head.  For a moment I thought you were here in the
room with me."

"I am, Terry, I'm right here," Karen said, taking his other hand.

Terry froze, then opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Hi," Karen said with a giant smile and tears rolling down her face.

Terry gasped and started to back away as his face went white with shock and
fright.

"Terry! Its okay!" Karen cried out, getting upset from his response.

"Are... Are you real?" he finally said after his head stopped throbbing from his
sudden movements.

I was busily trying to figure out what happened, why he could see and hear her,
when he gasped and cried out, "No! Karen, don't leave me again!"

"I'm right here!" she cried, taking his hand back into hers and kissing it.

His eyes were looking around wildly as he grasped on to her invisible hand like
it was life itself.

"Tim.. let him see me!" Karen cried to me.

I felt myself starting to turn red for not having thought of that myself as I
canceled the commands that made his mind ignore our images.  The moment his eyes
locked on hers, they only stared at each other for a few moments before they
both moved into a desperate hug.

I sat on the bed for nearly five minutes watching them blubber in each others
arms.  After wiping my nose for the sixth time, I decided it was time for me to
go.

As I closed the bedroom door behind me, I heard the telltale sound of a zipper
being undone.  I almost turned around to go watch, but then decided I had enough
of being a ghost and made my way out to my car.

Before I started the engine, I checked on their progress.  Not only were they
both naked, but they had already taken each other's virginity, afraid that if
they didn't do it while they had the chance, they may might just wake up and
find it had just been a dream.

I find it strange that a few days later ghosts and dreams would dominate my
thoughts, but in a totally different way, mostly because it was undeniably real.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 12 - The Power of Dreams
(mfm)

"May I speak with Tim Brandton please?" the female voice said on the phone.

"Speaking," I said, finding the voice strangely familiar.

"Tim, this is Dr. Cain.  Do you remember me?"

"Dr. Cain?" I said surprised.  "Sure, I remember you...  Er, is this about that
thing we talked about last time?"

".... Yes, I suppose it is.  Is that a problem?" she said in a confused voice.

I was reaching out with my mind with all my might, but I for some reason I
couldn't get a lock on her.

"I'm sorry for not showing up for that appointment.  Are you free in say fifteen
minutes?"

There was a pause, then she replied, "Yes, I have an opening.  But I have a
client scheduled right afterwards.  I'm afraid I still have to charge you for
the missed appointment," she lied.

"Uh, okay, I guess.  I'll be there in flash.. bye."

My heart was racing.  Not because of Dr. Cain's phone call, but I had just got
Midge home when she called, and now I was about to fly her for the first time...
to pay a Doctor a house call.

Nobody was home to share my moment as I brought Midge's engine up to take off
speed.  She may have been older than Beany, but after the mechanic found the
tiny cracks in the engine block, Midge had a brand new heart.  The difference
was amazing. Before getting the new block, I had feared she would shake herself
apart if I ever could get her off the ground.

But as her pads broke contact with Mother Earth, she rose into the air like an
angel, her blades purring above me and her engine singing in my ears.  I wanted
to yell and scream with joy so bad that..  Oh wait.  Heh.  I guess I did.

The weather was perfect, making my trip even that much more enjoyable.  I was
swerving back and forth, giving quite a few trees a trim on the top.  Holly's
experience allowed me to do it without risking damage, but I nearly lost control
when I spotted a power line just past a tree I was about to buzz.

I cooled the fancy stuff after that, and concentrated on where I was going.  The
flight came to an end too soon for my taste.  But the moment I saw Dr. Cain
standing outside waiting, I knew something serious was wrong.

Even still, I thoroughly enjoyed the expression on her face when she realized I
was waving at her.  I sat Midge down in two parking spaces, not wanting to risk
anyone dinging her paint.  Okay, so I also didn't want to chop off anyone's
radio antennas either.

With Midge's key in my pocket and the cockpit covered with a weather tight hood,
I nearly ran right into Dr. Cain when I turned to go meet her.

"You certainly are full of surprises," she said.

I felt the familiar tingles of an experienced probe, but her experience hadn't
ever encountered one of my mother's shields.

"Sorry," she said when she realized what she was doing.  "I wasn't thinking.."

"That's okay.  I know how easy it is to get used to doing it," I said, canceling
the probe I had been unconsciously preparing.  "So what's wrong?  You look like
you haven't slept in a week."

"That's because I haven't..  Why were you so.. concerned about speaking on the
phone?"

"Paranoid, you mean.  Long story.  I'll tell it to you later if you really want
to know.  Actually, you might be in a little danger yourself if they suspect..
Well, don't worry about it right now.  What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Lets go to my office first," she said.

Before I had a chance to agree, she was hurrying across the parking lot.  I
couldn't help but notice that she had a nice ass.

"You redecorated," I said when we entered her outer office.  "I take it you
didn't have any more appointments?" I said, noticing the absence of the
secretaries.  Even the other doctors apparently were out.

"I sent everyone home.  I've been a nervous wreck for the past several days..."
she sighed as she unlocked her office door.

I followed her in, and almost did a double take when she started pulling her
blouse off over her head.

"Er, what's going on?" when she revealed what apparently was her sleeping
attire.

She sat down on the couch and pulled her slacks off while saying, "I've been
having this.. dream.  Every night for the past two weeks he's been trying to
tell me something, but I couldn't understand it until this afternoon."

"Huh?"

"He just kept mouthing his words over and over... I finally started to
understand what he was saying.  But I get so... scared when I can't move or
talk, and he keeps.."

"WHO?"

"I don't know!" she said, laying down on the couch.  "Who ever he is, he wants
to talk to you.  Aren't you going to lay down?"

"Huh?  Why?  And what do you mean he wants to talk to me?  Hey!  Don't fall
asleep on me... Shit."

I laid down on the floor next to her, and formed a connection to monitor her
thoughts.  For an instant I thought she had double crossed me, feeling a surge
of another presence in my head.  But she was asleep.  Deeply asleep, and after I
had laid there for nearly two hours, gave up and wrote her a note.

When I got out to the parking lot, I immediately notice the three guys about my
age checking Midge out.  I started to feel a little protective when one of them
tried to make her blades turn, but resisted sending the sensation that the blade
was so sharp that it cut his hand.

One of them spotted me walking up, but then he didn't consider me a likely
candidate as the owner and operator of my fine craft.

"Hi.  What's up." I said.  "Cool copter, huh."

"Yeah.  I've never seen one so small.  We were just wondering if it actually
flies or if it's some kind of model."

"It couldn't fly!" the one who had tried spinning her blades.  "I mean it
doesn't even have a dome or nothing.  Who would want all that wind right on top
of you."

"Actually, there really isn't much wind there because the cockpit is right in
front of the axle.  And Midge does fly.  Flies better than a humming bird."

"What.  You saying this is yours?"

"Yep."

"Bull Shit.  I bet you have to be at least 21 to fly something like that."

"Excuse me.." I said, unlocking the hood.  "I gotta get home and start dinner
for my mom.."

They stood there watching me check everything, and didn't even move when I had
started the engine.

"I'd STAND BACK, If I Was YOU!" I said, starting to rev the blades up a little
more.

Two of them moved back, but the third ignored my warning, figuring Midge was too
small to put out much wind.

But Midge showed them she wasn't a wimp, making him eat her dust as we took off.

---------------------------------

"Sleeping.....  Not now Joey...." I thought when I felt a mental contact brush
my mind.

Whispers...  then almost like someone clearing their voice, but without making a
sound.  I was starting to get a little irritated when all of a sudden the room
lit up.

"What the.." I tried to say,  but my mouth wasn't working.  In fact, I couldn't
move at all.  I was laying on my stomach with my head towards the bathroom, only
being able to see that my room was lit by some kind of sparking light, the
source out of my viewing range.

My mind was a little groggy, and I was having trouble staying calm.  Then when
the light began shifting, I really started to panic. I knew whatever it was
coming closer.

With a surge of fear I commanded my body to turn.  It responded sluggishly, but
rolled over to face the source of the light.

"Oh my...." I started to say, catching myself since it might not like me saying
that.

"goodness," I managed to whisper.

In front of me was a.... twister, or tornado of white sparkling light.  The base
of it was coming from...

"My coin.." I barely uttered.

The normally red translucent coin was bright white with even brighter sparkles
flowing from underneath it, passing up through and into the twister's vortex.

It was terrifying, yet somehow I knew it wasn't here to harm me.  I gathered my
courage up and with all my might and energy, I mumbled "hi?"

Whispers..  Whispers that seemed to come from every direction.  My ears were
twitching as they involuntarily were trying to track the moving sources.

Then suddenly the light surged and the whispers seemed to congeal at the center
of the twister of light.

"Tim...."  it said.

A mouth made out of light formed at the spot where the sound appeared to have
come from.  The mouth was human looking, appearing to be emerging out of the
light like it was immersed in a pool of water.

The mouth was followed by a chin, then its cheeks started to emerge.  When the
forehead came out leaving it's eye sockets still under the surface, I couldn't
help but shiver from the sight.

But the moment his eyes were above the light's surface, I recognized the face
instantly.  Every hair stood up on my body as the most powerful chill ran down
my body.

"Michael?" I whispered, as my goosebumps competed against each other for being
the highest one.

The face stared blankly for a moment, then broke out into a smile of relief.
Michael's image started to say something, but there was no sound to his mouth's
movements.

"Michael, I can't hear you," I said very slowly.  "Can you hear me?"

He blinked several times, almost as if he was waiting for a translation.  He
finally nodded and his mouth formed a "yes".

"Are you okay?  What happened to you?  Where are you?"

When he comprehended my words, his face gave a shrug, then he slowly mouthed "I
don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?  How are you doing this anyway?"

Again, he shrugged.  But then his face became very serious and he mouthed, "Tim,
help David.  Please help him and Penny."

"I have tried everything I can think of.  God, Michael I've... Oh shit.
Michael.... Do you think...  Do you think you're... like dead?"

To my surprise, he nodded.  He mouthed, "He's been helping me to find you."

"Huh?  He who?"

Michael gave me a irritated look, then glanced up at the ceiling.

"Oh..." I said as my goosebumps held another contest.  "You've met him?  You've
spoke to him?  What's he like?"

Michael frowned, then mouthed "I can't...  I can't remember."

"Michael, I can't help David or Penny if I can't find them.  Can you find them?"

Michael shook his head and mouthed, "I can feel them, but I can't talk with
them."

His eyes were sad and the light dimmed a bit.

"Please Michael..   Tell me everything you know about what they did to you and
to them.  Please?  It might help me."

The light started dimming even more, and he barely was able to mouth, "tomorrow
night" before his face disappeared in the column of light.

The twister pulsed, seeming to fight against it's diminishing power.  Suddenly
it tipped forward, it's vortex of light heading right for me.

I felt a strong pull on my arm, causing me to sit up as I opened my eyes and
found myself being shook by my mother.

"What!  I'm awake!" I said.  "Why did you do that!"

"You were having some kind of nightmare," she said calming herself down.  "You
woke me up with your fear and I've been trying to wake you up for five
minutes...  What's the matter Tim?  You look as if you've seen a.."

"Ghost," I said as my shivers and goosebumps returned.

----------------------------

"Wow.." Joey exclaimed after telling him and Suzi the whole story.

"You really think it was more than a just a dream?" Suzi asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure.  I called Dr. Cain from the 7-eleven's pay phone before I came
to school.  Her dreams were pretty much the same as mine, but Michael had been
trying to talk too fast or something.  She couldn't understand him, especially
since she could never move her body to look at him right."

"You said something about the coin..  She doesn't have one, does she?"

"I thought of that too.  But Dr. Cain said that all she saw was a mouth, and it
sounded like the light it was coming out of wasn't very big around.  I guess the
coin acted like an antenna or something."

"Probably more like an amplifier," Joey suggested.

"Did he say anything else about Penny?" Suzi asked.

"We didn't have time.  I don't know why it ended as soon as it did.  I don't
think my mom shaking me had anything to do with it."

"Tim," Joey said with a look of concentration. "If you and I can stay linked
while we sleep..."

"Yeah! Maybe if we.."

We spent the first part of the morning talking and making plans for tonight,
Suzi patiently listening and adding her own ideas once in a while.  She was
worried about Penny and David, but more worried about Joey and I.  It didn't
seem to bother her that she was in as much danger as I was.  Steven knew I'd do
anything to keep her safe.

Our discussion ended about twenty minutes before the end of second hour, but
none of us wanted to go to class.  We were talking about how close Janos, Linda,
and Missy had become, reminding us of, well... us.

I had laid down on the floor next to where Suzi was sitting against the couch. I
started to use my sock feet to rub her side, not trying to turn her on or
anything, just comforting and loving.  I finally gave up and moved up to sit
beside her, then used my hands on her shoulders.

"Mmmm.." she said when I found her pressure points.  "I've forgotten how good
that feels."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that.  You know we haven't had much time together lately.
Not with Steven screwing things up, and the slaves and all.."

"Suzi," Joey said, laying down on the other side of her with his head next to
her feet. "Do you remember when Tim and I did that thing to make us look like we
were all muscle?" he said as he pulled her socks off.

"How could I ever forget.." she replied in a relaxed tone.

Joey slipped of his shirt, then took her left foot and pressed it against his
chest.  Suzi's eyes snapped open when she felt his muscular chest flex, taking
it all in as he made his muscles bulge.

Suzi gave out a yip when my bare chest pressed against her arm as I moved to
tease her ear lobe.  With one foot exploring Joey's chest and a hand doing the
same to mine, Suzi teeter tottered for several minutes until she sent them both
to our crotches.

"Even they've gotten stronger!" Suzi said, rubbing them faster.

But then she slowed down, and Joey and I both noticed the teary look in her
eyes.

"What's wrong?" we both said.

She smiled and looked down at the floor, releasing the two tears to roll down
her cheeks.

"You guys did it for me, that's all.  I love you both so much I..."

Joey and I sandwiched her between us in probably the greatest hug we had ever
shared.  Never before and never again would the love between the three of us be
as strong as during that hug.  For several minutes we were of one soul, one
heart, and one mind.  Unfortunately we had three bodies who were starting to get
aroused by the close contact.

Who knows which of us started kissing one of the other's bare skin, but soon
Suzi was giving Joey a big hickey, Joey was sloppily kissing my cheek, and I was
licking  under Suzi's earlobe which I knew drove her crazy.

Our hands began wandering, freeing the remaining clothing from our bodies as we
continued our threeway loving.  As if of one mind, we all began moving our oral
attentions down the body of our recipient, spending a small amount of time on
our nipples before continuing our trek down.

I kept expecting Joey to break off and help me pleasure Suzi, but that never
happened.  When I finally plunged my face into Suzi's sex, I heard Joey moan the
next moment, then I stiffened as I felt his tongue teasing one of my testicles.
This was something I had never expected to come from Joey, and I wasn't sure if
I wanted it to happen.  I didn't understand what was driving Joey's sexual
attraction towards me when I had been steadily losing my own for him.

I tried to concentrate on the wiggling pussy I was sucking, but I couldn't keep
my mind off of Joey's increasingly stimulation caused by his mouth and tongue. I
made the decision that as long as he didn't attempt to blow me, I wouldn't
interrupt his attempts to pleasure me.

When he paused to catch his breath a bit, his breath on my wet nut sack spurred
me to make Suzi squeal.  That triggered off a chain reaction, making her crotch
press against my face in desperation, and apparently causing her to pull all the
stops on Joey's blowjob.

I say a chain reaction because moments after Joey had taken a deep breath, I
suddenly felt his mouth envelope my nuts again, and then found his hands pushing
against my ass and pushing my crotch against his face.

While I was madly licking away, I found my nut sack tingling from his energetic
tongue.  So when Joey's fingers had finally made their way to my rose, I out
right moaned my approval.

I found myself falling down a hole of lust, for once forgetting about Suzi's
puss as Joey used his own version of my magic touch on me.  If anyone else had
been doing it, I would have never submitted myself to the pleasure.  But because
it was Joey and Suzi who I was with, I let down every defense I had and gave
myself to their control.

And I wasn't disappointed.  I felt Suzi's hot breath on my very needy dick while
Joey's fingers pulled out to his dick's head pressed against my ass.  I was
entirely lost in their touches and motions, never once resisting their
suggestions to adjust my position or to hold my legs up with my hands.

When Joey's cock stretched my ass hole to an even larger diameter, I didn't feel
any pain or even mild discomfort.  It was like I was feeling it for the first
time all over again, but without the negative aspects.  And when he began his
first full pumping motion, I felt as if an electric current had started to flow
from his dick to my ass, through my body, then passed through my own dick into
Suzi's wonderful mouth.

Suzi's mouth was as great of a sensation as Joey's cock up my ass, seemingly
pulling the sexual electricity through my body just as much as Joey was pumping
it in.  I vaguely remember recalling how similar LeAnne had felt when she
thought herself as a sexual machine.  And that actually disturbed my otherwise
perfect bliss.  She had been the one who was giving out the pleasure, while I
was simply receiving.

From an intelligence I had never realized I possessed, I suddenly saw a bigger
picture.  The sexual current flowing through my body could be diverted and
shared with my lovers without reducing its flow through me.  In fact, it would
sustain the source of this energy instead of using it up like I could sense we
were.

Suddenly, without warning, Joey and Suzi felt the familiar presence of a
threeway forming, while at the same time an invisible cock was pressing against
their back doors.  I added a third for Suzi's front one, then began the
fulfilling what would be the greatest sex the three of us would ever have
together.

My three invisible dicks began their pumping sensations, and I could feel the
current slowly being diverted through my mind and out my invisible cocks to
complete the loop through their own bodies.

It was like having gotten used to seeing by candlelight, then suddenly someone
had switched the power on and the lights had come back on.  The revived energy
was like water flowing through us that pleasured every nerve in our body with
it's simple touch.  All three of us were thrust up onto a new level of pleasure
we had never felt before.  And all the while we felt it together, sharing in
each other's pleasure at an intensity that should have blown our minds away.

And similarly, the explosion of our combined orgasm should have crippled our
minds to the point we should have never spoke again.  But we were not even
knocked out, and even had enough energy to curl up together on the floor and
share in a threeway kiss I will never forget.  Afterwards, we slipped into a
peaceful shared dream, full of love and images of us living our lives together
in perfect happiness.

That dream was perhaps the greatest driving force behind the next two years of
my life. You see, that had been last time the three of us made love together
until the night of our senior prom.  It would be several years before I would
fall asleep with the security of my two true loves helping protect me from the
evils of what my powers would bring.

Future events will change us into near strangers, and we all would make mistakes
that would cost us dearly.  However, this is not the end of our love.  That
dream would become the seed which each of us would take a turn carrying before
giving it up and passing it on.  And the seed would eventually rebloom to bring
us together again, but not before we had become stronger and more independent of
each other.

But just to give you the peace of mind and heart, being independent means we
don't need to express our love to prove it still exists.  They are my soul
mates, I am theirs, and they are each others.  So even though we live on the
opposite sides of the planet, we can never be truly apart.

But to get that way took a lot of hope, pain, and...

Well this is a sex story, isn't it?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 13 - Where the Path Leads
(mc mf)

The purple tube turned and twisted as I continued to slide down its slippery
interior. Loops and sharp turns constantly caused me to lose my orientation as I
slid sideways and backwards as much as I did forwards.  The speed at which I was
traveling was always increasing, but never to the point where it was so fast
that I didn't see the turns the moment before I hit them.

I wasn't scared in the least.  I could feel Joey right there with me, going down
that tube just like I was.  Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was right
beside me, experiencing everything I was.  So instead of being scared, we were
enjoying ourselves.  Neither of us realized we were dreaming, but we somehow
knew there was no danger.

But just as we were finishing a triple loop with a hard right turn at the end, I
felt an incredibly strong force pull me right through the purple surface of the
tube.

My panic started to rise when I found myself free falling in space... without
Joey.

I reached out and tried to find him, becoming very alarmed when I found nothing
but emptiness.  No one was out there with me.  I was completely alone.

There was nothing but blackness all around me.  I wasn't cold or hot, and there
seemed to be plenty of air to breathe.  But I felt completely naked and
defenseless and finally gave into the urge to curl up into a ball to block out
my empty surroundings.

Only minutes later, I felt a warmth on my right side.  I opened my eyes and
found myself laying in bed facing a brilliant column of light.

"Michael?" I called.

A flash of light to the left of me drew my attention to the coin on my
nightstand.  As the coin began to glow with a white light, the other column of
light suddenly flashed and surged forward towards me.

Before I could react, the column of light passed right through me, making every
hair on my body stand on end.  The moment it made contact I knew it wasn't
Michael.  This was something far more powerful than anything on Earth.  But
before I could even process this information and wonder who... or what it was,
it was gone.

When I got over my shock, I found myself watching Michael's vortex of light grow
to full size, and remembered that Joey should have been here with me.  But try
as I might, I couldn't feel Joey, or anyone for that matter.  I wasn't
powerless, just blocked from the real world somehow.

The whispering started again, but something was different about how the sparks
of light were acting and the tone of the whispers.  I nearly jumped away when
Michael's hand formed out of the light and reached out to grab my foot.

His grasp was feather soft, but it felt as if it was pulling energy from my body
at a near painful rate.  His grip got stronger as my very being was pulled from
my body.  I felt like one of those Stretch Armstrong toys with two boys trying
to stretch me so far that I snap in half.  Luckily, just like the toy, I didn't
snap in two. But I was pulled out of my physical body and suddenly found myself
in a gray place.

There was nothing around me but gray.  I appeared to be standing upright on a
floor, but when I tried to judge how large of an area I was standing in, I
couldn't tell were the floor ended and the sky began.  Everything was just..
gray.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my 'shoulder'.  I turned around to find Michael
standing behind me with a grin on his face.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," was the only thing I could think of.

"So how does it feel to be dead?" Michael asked.

"Dead?" I said with a shiver.

"Yeah.  Don't worry.  You're not really dead.  You could say you're just
visiting."

"Is this heaven?" I said looking at the nothingness around us.

"Nope.  I'm not really sure what this place is, but it's kinda neat.  Here, have
a seat."

A pair of gray lazy boys and a gray table suddenly appeared beside us sitting on
top of a circular patch of gray carpet.  Michael walked over to the lazy boy
nearest to him and sat in it, almost disappearing because he too was gray in
color.  In fact, I suddenly realized that I was also gray, and that if I looked
too closely to anything, it disappeared to my 'vision' because everything was
actually the exact same color of gray.

I pondered on that for a moment before sitting down myself.  I didn't understand
what I was 'seeing' since everything was one color.  No shadows, no different
shades to distinguish where one 'object' ended and another began.  By looking
for these things, everything around me simply melted into a single field of
gray, temporarily blinding and disorientating me.

But each time I started to panic from this, Michael made a noise or movement
that distracted me enough that everything was suddenly there again.

When I lost my vision the fourth time, Michael said, "Don't try and make sense
out of it.  I spent nearly two days trying before just giving up so I wouldn't
go crazy. And then later I thought that this may be what a blind man would see
in his head if he tried to imagine what it was like to have sight."

"Hmm..  I guess you're right.  No use trying to figure out something that
probably can't be figured out...  Uhm, how did you bring me here?  And why?"

"He thought it would be easier for us if we could 'hear' each other, that's all.
He made it work, all I did was pull."

I sat there for a minute with gray goosebumps traveling up and down my gray
skin.  The thought that I had been touched by God....  It was almost too much to
even recall what it felt like when that column of light went through me.  But
when I did, I found myself not really convinced that it had been God.  Something
about the way it had felt...  There was something.. individual...  something
with clear personal motivations that I believed a divine being wouldn't possess.

"Tim, I don't have much time..." Michael said, bringing me out of my deep
thought.

"Oh..  Sorry," I said a little sheepishly.  "Uhm, can you tell me anything to
help find them?"

"No..." he said sadly.  "But I can tell you a little about what they have done
and what their plans are."

"That's even better.  With your help, we could set a trap and.."

"Tim, look over there," he said pointing off to the right.  "You see that kind
of bright spot?"

"Uhm, yeah.  It's actually not the same color as everything else," I said,
mostly to myself.  I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before.

"He said when I see the bright light, I had to enter it.  If I waited too long,
I would be trapped here forever.  It used to be so bright that if we were
looking at it with eyes, it would have blinded us for sure.  He said if I didn't
pass through tonight...  Tim, I won't be able to help you after I pass through.
And I don't.."

"Okay.. I understand.  Tell me everything you know, then maybe if you have time
afterwards I can ask you questions?"

"Yeah, that should be okay," he said with a look of relief.  I had the feeling
he would have sacrificed his chance to move on if I had asked him to.  That
disturbed me because I wasn't sure if I would have done the same if the
situation had been reversed.

His expression saddened as he stated, "Steven never drugged Penny to make her do
these things."

"What?!" I said almost standing up out of my chair.  "Then how did he turn her
into..."

"He didn't," Michael said, letting a gray tear fall.  "She's been helping him
willingly.  She's changed, Tim.  Steven offered her power and an equal share of
anything he gets.  Penny didn't even get upset when Steven beat us up.  I even
think it was her idea to test our brainwashing by raping and beating us like
that."

"But WHY?  Why hasn't Steven used the drug on her?  He must have done something
to her to change her!  I know she would never do it without being made to.  I
probably know Penny better than anyone.  She and I explored each others..  Oh
shit.  She saw my every fear, every regret, and probably every weakness I have.
Oh, man...  I'm in trouble if she can remember all...

"But then again..." I said as I realized I wasn't the same person I had been
that summer.  In fact, probably the strongest weapon she could have used against
me would have been my fear of becoming corrupted.  But that fear didn't exist
inside me anymore.  Because I had been limited by all those lines I had made in
the dirt back then, anything she remembered about my weaknesses probably would
be useless.  She would try to make me cross a line to break my will.  She didn't
know that not only did I want to cross those lines, I wanted to stomp, crush,
mangle, twist, spit, piss, and finally shit on the damn things.  And then I'd
get really nasty.

"Steven started staying with them about two months after you left her with her
mom and dad.  When her dad stopped having sex with her, she got really
depressed.  Steven convinced her that everything was your fault and that he
could help her get revenge.  He really did a good job getting her to hate you
and believing that the only thing more important that getting her revenge was
becoming the heads of their family.

"Penny invited me and David over to her house for New Years Eve.  She said she
wanted to apologize for the way she had been ignoring us.  We fell for it and
got knocked out by their father's tranquilizing gun as soon as their front door
was shut.  The next thing I knew, I was strapped down in a chair in a laboratory
with Steven holding a needle with that green stuff in it while Penny was
wiping... <sniff>  wiping my arm with a cotton swab of alcohol <sniff>."

He paused and wiped the gray tears from his face, and I diverted my eyes while
he pulled himself together.  But the moment my eyes left his face, they were
drawn to the hard on he was trying to hide at the same time.

"I'm sorry..." he said when he realized what I was looking at.  "That drug makes
everything they say feel so good to hear, I can't help but..  never mind. Ignore
it.  It doesn't matter to me anymore.

"I sorta remember Penny telling Steven things while he brainwashed me.  I think
she was telling him how to do it, but I'm not really sure.  By the time he was
finished, I loved him like a god and wanted nothing else but to do whatever he
wanted.

"I don't remember everything that happened after that, just bits and pieces.
When I wouldn't tell them about what you did to their father, they thought my...
brainwashing was starting to fail.  That's when Steven raped me and beat me up.
He told me I needed to be tested to see if I was truly faithful to him.  Shit,
Tim.  The whole time he did that, all I could think about was how much I loved
him and that I wanted to be his most trusted slave.  I passed the test with
flying colors, and it was about a week later that Penny called Suzi up.

"They kept David and I apart up until they sent us to steal that van.  And then
I didn't even know who he was.   He was just another loyal slave who had just
gotten out of the hospital and would help me steal the van.  After we loaded
Suzi in the back, he left to help Penny and Steven get out of town.  I think
David passed his test even better than I did by almost dying...

"I kind of remember being at your place, but nothing really clearly.  I do
remember hypnotizing Joey though.  I couldn't believe I had done it, and then I
asked him a few questions about where I was and stuff, and I think I remember
realizing he had been tricking me."

"Did Steven plant anything in your head about using Joey to get to me or
anything?"

"No, I don't think so.  I just saw a chance to prove my worth to Steven and took
it.  They didn't have time to plan anything but their escape."

"Whew!  You have no idea how big of a relief that is.  I thought.."

"You can't put your guard down for a moment!  After I spoke to you last night, I
went to feel Steven, Penny, and David out again.  Tim, I think they know
everything you do and everyone you have contact with.  They had already done
something really bad to someone else you know, and it felt like they were ready
to do something else and were just waiting for the right moment.  I don't know
what they are planning, but I know you're in danger.  That's why He let me talk
to you like this.  I think He's.."

Michael was cut off by a sudden flash of light from the bright patch of space.
He was standing on he feet by the time the flash ended, and his desperate and
panicked face told me it was his last chance to leave.

"Go...  You have my word I will do whatever I can to help David,"  I said
standing up.

"Thanks.." he said as he started to run towards the fading light.

When he was almost twenty yards away, he cried over his shoulder, "Tim!.. please
help Penny too?  She's not herself...."

"We'll see!" I answered.  "I'll do what I can.."

I watched him as he ran further and further away, his image becoming less
coherent as it grew smaller in the distance, quickly becoming a moving gray dot
heading towards a brightening larger white dot.

I barely heard his voice when he apparently stopped and cried, "Tell David he
can have the top cap..  He'll know what I mean."

Then just before his gray dot reached the brilliant white dot, I heard, "And
tell Penny I forgive her and I'll always love her."

The words "love her" echoed all around me as the white dot absorbed him. The
white dot grew incredibly bright, triggering a defense reaction that made me
close my 'eyes'.  Then with a white flash of light, I awoke to find myself
peering into a face I didn't recognize.

"What the," I started to say, but couldn't because of the tube running down my
mouth and throat.  The man I was staring at squeezed the air sack and forced air
into my lungs before he noticed my eyes were open.

"He's back!" I heard Joey's voice say as the man's face registered his surprise.

I quickly took in my surrounding as the stranger removed the tube from my air
passage.  We were inside an ambulance, apparently rushing me to the hospital.

It took us a few minutes to explain to each other what had happened.  Joey had
woken up when Michael interrupted our shared dream, then woke my mom up when he
couldn't access my thoughts.  By the time she got to my room, I had stopped
breathing.  Joey used CPR on me while my mom called for an ambulance.

What truly amazed us was the fact my heart had stopped beating for nearly forty
minutes, yet I felt like I had just woken up from a nap.  Joey had done the best
he could with his CPR, but had given up hope by the time the ambulance team
arrived and took over.  My mom made them continue giving me CPR, but after being
clinically dead that long, I should have at least had a hang over or something.
But I felt fine.

I had goosebumps the entire time I told them my side of the story.  And
Michael's warning kept echoing in my head.

"They know everything I do and everyone I'm with.  They have already done
something  to someone else I know, and they're ready and waiting for the right
moment to do something else.  Then he said he didn't know what they're planning,
but whatever it was, I was in danger.  Then the white thing made a flash to tell
him his time was up.  He ran to the light...  and crossed over.  That's when I
woke up."

"Shit," Joey exclaimed as the three of us climbed out of the ambulance and went
back inside the mansion.  "What do we do now?  Grab Suzi and run for the hills?"

"I'm not running," I thought to them.  "They will make their move and I'll be
ready for them.  Michael told me enough to set our own trap."

"Tim," my mother thought to us, "I hate to say it, but perhaps running would be
the best idea.  I don't like the idea of you depending on what happened tonight
to protect your safety.  You said it yourself you didn't think it was really God
controlling that column of light."

"Mom, Michael risked his immortal soul to tell me all of that.  And whoever
helped him to contact me is more powerful than any of us or Steven.  I mean, I
should be dead or something."

"So what do we do now?" Joey repeated.

"Give everyone we know the commands to protect them from Steven's drug, then
wait for him to make his move?"

We spent several hours discussing this, my dad joining us once my mother had
contacted him and explained everything that had happened.  To our surprise, he
agreed with my suggestion to immunize everyone we knew and then just wait.  He
even took it a step further by pointing out we should immunize everyone who goes
to our school, who lives around Suzi and Joey, and perhaps even the families of
anyone who we were friends with.

Joey, my dad, and I spent all day at school blanketing class after class after
class with the complex instructions that we called our inoculation.  Then we
took Suzi home and did her parents.  We even managed to reach her brother on the
phone at school and did him long distance.

All of this was in vain.  Steven had already made his move, but we didn't
realize it until Joey and I reached his house to do his parents.

The moment we saw the garage up and the Olds missing, we both knew something was
wrong.  Joey and his dad religiously kept the garage door closed to protect
their collection of tools, but not only was the door up, but one of the tool
boxes had been knocked over and the sockets they were so proud of laid scattered
all over the garage floor.

We raced inside the house in almost a panic, hoping what we suspected wasn't

true.  Apart from the tools in the garage, nothing seemed to be disturbed.  We
stopped and listened for a moment, hearing some movement via the hall leading to
the bedrooms.  I finally used my brain and scanned the house with my mind.

"Oh, Damnit!" I said with my eyes watering.  "They took 'em, and they left me a
message," I said running after Joey heading towards his parent's bedroom.

"NO!" Joey screamed when he saw the fucking couple on the bed wasn't his mom and
dad.  "I'LL KILL THE BASTARD!!!" Joey screamed as he dived at the familiar pair.
"I'LL RIP THE TOP OF HIS HEAD OFF AND SHIT ON HIS FUCKING BRAIN!  I'LL..  OH MY
GOD!" he finally shuttered when he recognized the two people whom he was holding
apart by the hair.

If I hadn't scanned their minds before hand, I wouldn't have recognized them at
all.  Their bodies were covered with tattoos from head to toe, all of them
inviting the reader to violate their bodies sexually.  There were arrows
pointing to their genitals, anus, breasts, navels, mouths, and even had one on
their tongues pointing down their throat.  They had instructions with pictures
written on them telling me, me specifically, what had been done to them.  But
the biggest message they were sending me wasn't written on their skin.

Dana was at least three months pregnant, and since Jerry was struggling to fuck
her even while Joey sat in between them shaking all over, it was obvious Jerry
was the father.  I understood the message loud and clear.

"They can get around our commands," I stated without emotion.

It took a few moments before my words registered, but when Joey comprehended
them his face went white with fright.

I checked inside my two friend's heads while Joey tried to get a hold of
himself.  The two people whom I had watched fall in love and had tried my best
to give them a happy life had been reduced to the level of mindless animals.
Their only desire was to fuck each other or anyone else who asked.  They had no
morals to interfere in their sexual activities, and they had no personal
feelings to get hurt.  They had eaten each other's shit, drank each other's
urine, fucked and sucked men, women and beasts.  Steven had put them through
every indignity that wouldn't outright kill them, making them into the thing I
had feared I would make others into.

This would have crippled me with guilt if I was still the boy Penny had known.
Even though Steven would have never touched Jerry and Dana if they hadn't met
me, I knew I had done nothing to cause this.  Their condition actually produced
the opposite affect that had been intended, increasing my confidence that I
could never do such a horrible thing to anyone.  Not even to someone like
Steven.

Joey however was another matter.  I was startled by the rage I felt from him,
and had to physically restrain him when he started punching Jerry because he
wouldn't stop humping.

"JOEY!  YOU'RE LETTING STEVEN WIN BY DOING WHAT HE WANTED YOU TO DO!  You can't
let him make you so angry that you lose control.  Please?  For everyone's sake,
don't let the anger take over.  I need you thinking straight, not punching
people."

"SHIT!  All right!   FUCK!!!" he said getting off the bed to walk his anger off.

I just noticed that the fucking noises had stopped when I heard the familiar
sound of the tranquilizer gun go off.  I dived for the floor, but then realized
I hadn't been the target.  Joey sank down to he knees just as I heard the gun go
off above me and felt the dart strike me right in the neck.  I barely saw the
look of Jerry's blank face as he mindlessly pulled the trigger again while
another gun went off.  The two gunmen went right back to fucking, ignoring the
tranquilizer darts that had struck them both in their necks.  I fell asleep
admiring Steven's thoroughness and praying my mother had felt my fear.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 12 - Prisoners
(mm)

Time passed without meaning.  Faces, lights, walls..  A jumble of images,
sometimes accompanied by sounds, but for the most part I didn't listen.  I was
kept drugged for an unknown period of time, never allowed to come out of my daze
while they repeatedly tried to use their brainwashing methods and drugs on me
without any success.  The inoculation commands prevented me from comprehending
any physical stimulus while I was in an unnatural conscious state, and they had
worked even while my brain chemistry had been altered and realtered by their
drugs.

I later found out that I had been drugged like that for over a month before I
woke up with a splitting headache, staring up at a white glass ceiling.  I was
very groggy, but almost regretted coming out of my dazed state when I found
every bone ached and my once healthy and muscular body was weak and skinny from
malnourishment and effects of who knows how many drugs.

Several hours passed as my mind struggled to create coherent thoughts.  The
first full thought I had was, "I'm hungry," followed by, "Danger."

The preprogramming Joey and I had done in the case we were captured instantly
kicked in with that last thought.  My mind started to clear as the adrenaline
reached it, and the physical discomforts were masked by both the adrenaline and
the other programming we had done.

To anyone who might have been watching me through hidden cameras, I appeared to
be as senseless as I had been when I first awoke.  But I was fully aware of my
surroundings and capable to defend myself if necessary.

Of course my body was so weak I couldn't have defended myself from a horny moth,
and my telepathic senses had been suppressed so much by drugs that I couldn't
even attempt to use them.

I was able to get a fairly good look at the room though.  I was inside a white
glass room with no doors as far as I could tell.  The ceiling emitted a soft
white light, and there were several very small vents and nozzles protruding from
it.  I was laying nude on a metallic platform at the center of the room.  The
floor was a strange metal grill that appeared to basically act as a drain as
much as a floor.  The only other feature I could see from that position was some
sort of protrusion from one wall that had some kind of empty sack or membrane
attached to it.

"Welcome to your new home, slave," Steven's voice suddenly said from the
ceiling.  "I know you can understand me, so you can stop pretending.  If you
haven't realized it yet, you have electrodes attached to your head and I'm
watching your brain waves."

There was a minute or two of silence, then he said,  "I have to admit, I was
surprised when Joey recovered so quickly.  It was a good thing I had him
strapped down as tight as I did, otherwise I might have had to stab him like I
stabbed my uncle Jake.  It would have been unfortunate if Joey had become a
vegetable like that."

Again, a long pause before he said, "If you would bother to look at the wall
behind your head, there is a video monitor that is showing what Jake is doing
right now."

Since I didn't see anything to gain by pretending any longer, I slowly sat up
and looked at the image on the screen.  Jake was staring at something I couldn't
see as his right hand moved in a jerky circle around where apparently he had
been stabbed by the needle.  The man was very pale, and I noticed he had ripped
his shirt so his belly remained exposed.  There was movement behind him, and I
realized he was in a room with others who appeared to be in mentally withdrawn
states like he was.

"I blame you for my uncle's condition.  If you hadn't tried to take.."

"Fuck you, Steven.  You know I was only trying to defend myself.  You were the
one who stabbed..."

Steven's voice hadn't stopped while I had replied, but when I heard my own voice
being echoed while his own said "..and will make you beg me to," he stopped and
everything was quiet for a moment.

"I have to admit that you are one smart asshole," I said.  "But delaying your
voice so I can't home in on you won't keep me from taking you down.  I promise
you...  You will pay for hurting all these people.  I swear to God I won't rest
until you're locked up."

"I expected something a little more... threatening from you, but it doesn't
matter.  If you take a good look around the room, you will notice there are no
doors, windows, or even air vents big enough to carry anything larger than a
hamster.  The entire floor can be electrified with a single push of a button,
and another button can do the same with the bed you are sitting on.

"There is no shower, no toilet, and no sink.  Once a day the room will be
sprayed down with a cleansing solution, so if you want to keep your shit from
smelling up the place all day, you better get used to shitting in the corner
where the drain is and shoving it between the grills a few minutes before the
wash begins.

"Your only source of food and water is from the rubber penis that is currently
being filled with a most yummy mixture of nutrients, vitamins, and of course
drugs.  I imagine you will become a very good cock sucker by the end of the
month just in order to stay alive.

"Oh, and one last thing.  You will never leave this room for the rest of your
life.  If you know what is good for you, you will not resist obeying me.  Of
course I know you will resist, so I won't be disappointed.  I so look forward
hearing you scream.  Have a nice day."

And that was it.  I spent a good hour yelling, cussing, and ramming myself into
the glass walls trying to get a reaction from him without success.  Actually,
the only thing I had accomplished was making my body that much weaker from
expending all my energy.  My head was pounding again, everything ached, and my
reserves had been used up by the adrenaline.  I finally collapsed on the grilled
floor and fell asleep despite my better judgment.

I was awakened some time later by the promised cleansing of the room,
discovering the hard way not to let it get in my eyes.  The cleansing was
actually done in three steps.  The first was a cleansing solution, the second a
disinfectant, and the third was plain water that lasted three times as long as
the other two.  None of the water had been warmed up, and I fell asleep
shivering.

I spent two days resisting my hunger by drinking the rinse water.  I needed to
purge the telepathic repressing drug from my body before I got too weak to use
them.  But when I was able to do it without causing my head to explode in pain,
I found out why they weren't so worried about me getting along without the drug.

I was in the center of what felt like a wall of insanity.  If I had anything in
my stomach I would have thrown it up when I locked on to the first mind I found.
After that I carefully felt for a somewhat normal mind, only to find there
wasn't any.  There must have been nearly two hundred mentally disturbed or
dysfunctional minds all around me, and because they emitted very loud thoughts,
I had no chance of getting beyond them to reach someone on the outside.

My options seemed used up and I was quickly becoming too weak to even use my
telepathic powers anyway.  So when I noticed some blood in my urine on the third
night, I used my abilities on myself to program my mind to concentrate on
building my strength back up so I could make a more powerful effort to send an
SOS out.  Then I swallowed my pride and walked up to the engorged rubber dick.

After taking the head into my mouth, I understood what Steven had meant about
becoming an expert cock sucker or die of starvation.  The rubber dick was
constructed in such a way that you had to work the nutrient out of the small
opening using the same mouth movements that one would use while giving head.  I
also realized that the nutrient itself smelled and tasted like a sweaty musky
cock.

I smiled when I realized this was just another pathetic attempt to lower my
morale and self respect.  I easily counteracted this by programming a simple
hypnotic command into my subconscious.  As long as the penis wasn't a real one,
I would enjoy sucking on it as much as a new born baby sucked on a tit.  After
all, that's what it was serving as.

Two weeks went by without a single word from my jailers.  Every morning the
rubber dick filled up with my daily food, and every evening I took a shit over
in the corner by the drain that was under the metal grill.  Sometimes I had to
use my toes to smush the shit down so it wouldn't be left behind after the
nightly shower.  I was always tired and didn't want to do anything, but my own
programming forced me to exercise my muscles and brain.  My food supply was
decreased when I actually started to put on some muscle tone, and several days
they must have increased the drugs that made me feel extremely motivationless.
But I won that small victory when I continued to exercise and they had returned
my dosages back to their original levels.

Then one day after finishing a larger meal than I had been getting, Steven's
voice announced, "Go lay on the bed.  You have five seconds before I electrify
the floor."

"Fuck you." I said.

"YEOW!" I said four and a half seconds later as the electric current flowed into
my feet.  I made a mad leap for my metal bed, shocking myself good when I missed
and landed on my side.

The electricity was turned off when I hadn't moved.  It took several minutes
before I could make my muscles work enough to get up on the bed.

"Next time you do not follow my instructions, I will not turn the electricity
off until your skin starts to cook."

I laid there waiting, wondering what the hell he was planning.  It wasn't until
I found my eyes closing when I realized what the strange hissing noise was.  But
it didn't really matter.  Whether he gassed me, injected me, or put it in my
food, no drug would make me obey him where it counts.  If only things could be
that easy.

The moment I awoke, I knew something was different in a good way.  I opened my
eyes and found myself right where I had been when I had fallen asleep.  But now
there was a new addition to the room.

"Joey!" I cried as swung my feet down to stand up.  The humming from the floor
warned me it was still electrified, but the shock of finding Joey laying on
another metal bed just like mine five feet away from me had stopped me first. He
looked awful, but I imagined not any worse than I did.  I couldn't help but
notice the numerous needle marks on his arm, and the red mark over his cheek
bone.

"Joey.." I called over to him.  "JOEY!  WAKE THE FUCK UP!  Please?"

I waited again.  I was getting good at waiting.  I could make time pass faster
by putting myself in a light trance without reducing my ability to react to my
surroundings.

When Joey stirred, I nearly stood up on the electrified floor I was so anxious.

"Joey.  Wake up.  It's time to go to school," I joked in a high anxious voice.
It was the best I could come up with at the time.

"Tim?" he said in a raspy voice before turning his head towards me.

"Hi," I said smiling and fighting the tears in my eyes.

"You look like shit."

"Yeah, so do you.  And your voice doesn't sound to good."

"Yeah, well, I spent a day yelling my head off and my voice hasn't forgiven me
yet.  But I'm okay, I think.  What about you?" he said sitting up slowly.

"I'm fine.  I'm better than fine now that you're here.  I can't even begin to
tell you how happy just seeing you...  What's wrong?"

He looked down at the floor and his tears started to flow.

"They've made mom into a pain loving sex toy. <sniff>  Steven says if you don't
remove the <sniff> commands that keep the drugs from working on me, he's going
to start leaving knives and shit laying around for my mom to use on herself."

I sat there speechless, wanting so badly to touch him and hold him as I
understood the position he was in.

"Well, what do you think we should do?  We need to _share_ in that decision, but
it's mostly up to you."

"I'm not sure if I can do it.  I'm pretty weak, and just thinking about it gives
me a headache. You're gonna have to help me."

"Yeah, I know.  Move down to the end.  I'm coming over." I said standing up on
my bed.  The distance was greater than I thought, and I almost chickened out.
But the worst I figured could happen was that I would get electrocuted, and a
quick death was almost preferable to what we might have to suffer through.

I leaped and landed badly on the surface of his metal bed, but besides a few
bruises, I wasn't seriously hurt.  The hug we exchanged wiped my few discomforts
from my mind, and we just sat there holding onto each other for a long time.

"Ready?" Joey barely whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I replied just as softly.

We fought against the drugs in our systems for several minutes, then fought the
resulting pain as we started to feel each other's thoughts.  The moment we made
a connection and Joey formed a share link, we both felt the pain subside.

We quickly shared everything that had happened to each other, finding we had
experienced pretty much the same thing, except that Joey hadn't been kept
drugged between brainwashing sessions and had learned a little about their
plans.

"I think they want to use me to control you," Joey thought.  "Steven said
something about never being able to trust you even if they got the drugs to work
on you.  I'm pretty sure he wants to blackmail you into cooperating by making me
hate you or something.

"The good news is they can't find your parents, the twins, Suzi, or her family.
Penny talked about Brad and Sandi, but I don't think Steven is going to bother
with anyone else unless something goes wrong with me.  I saw David a couple of
times.  He's put on some muscle and is acting like Penny's body guard, but David
only seems to be interested in what Steven says.  I think Penny is a little
ticked off about that."

"What about your mom and dad?"

"I don't know anything about dad.  I just hope it isn't anything like what they
did to mom.  Shit, Tim.  If they hadn't told me it was her, I wouldn't have
recognized her.  They shaved her head.. and she has more holes in her ears
than..  Remember how she hated ear rings? ... She was piercing her...  her...
<shiver>  her lower lip when..."

He stopped to collect himself, and I wiped the tear from his cheeks myself.

"Come on," I thought to him. "Let's try and bust out of here and make that
bastard sorry for being alive."

Unfortunately, even with our combined power, we couldn't penetrate the wall of
insanity around us.  We spent a lot of time scanning and surging, and even
attempted three huge pulses that we thought would reach the other side of the
planet, but nothing got past the noise and turmoil of the loonies around us.

We spent hours trying everything we could think of before we were too tired to
even speak.  That metal platform was only really big enough for one person to
lay comfortably, but neither one of us considered the cramped space as bad as
the thought of being separated again.

Laying behind Joey with one arm under my head, I rubbed his chest with my free
hand as we tried to think of some sort of plan.

Steven had given us twenty four hours to clear Joey's head of all commands, and
that included the time for the telepathic suppression drugs to wear off.  I knew
they were watching and listening to everything we were doing. They probably even
suspected that we had eliminated the drug's effects and could have finished what
we were supposed to be doing long ago.

I was tired of thinking of a way out, so I took a few minutes to ponder on why
Steven was letting us have this time together when he could have forced us to do
it immediately.  He had made it quite clear to Joey that if he found any
unnatural resistance to the drug caused by my commands, his mother would suffer
for it.

We were laying still with our eyes closed, appearing to the outside world to be
asleep when Penny's voice said, "You two look so cute laying there like that,
but it must be uncomfortable.  I'll make a deal with you.  Suck each other off
and I'll turn off the floor."

"Go fuck your master," I said loudly.  "If he isn't to busy fucking David, that
is."

Penny didn't give a response, but I was surprised when Joey turned over with a
strange look in his eyes.

"Uhm, I wouldn't mind doing it to get some more room.  And I'm kinda hungry
for..."

Joey frowned at my shocked expression, then said, "What?  You can't tell me you
haven't gotten used to doing it to that thing on the wall."

"Yeah, but that's different.  It isn't real."

"So?  Come on.  It won't be that bad.  Besides I'm going have to take a really
big shit soon, and I'd rather not have to do it up here."

I saw in Joey's mind he had made the conscious decision to not look upon sucking
dick as something bad.  It had been his only recourse when he realized it was
meant to make him easier to control.  In his mind, Joey had reasoned that
sucking a dick wasn't unnatural, just unsocial.  And while getting his
nourishment from the fake dick, he imagined he had been sucking me off.

I was a bit torn between what I thought was right and wrong for myself, and what
was best over all.  My mind reasoned it would only further prove they had
control over us, but my heart told me what they made us do would not change who
we were and  loved.  I loved Joey, would do anything for him, and at that point
I suddenly didn't find the thought of sucking him off to be a degrading or
terrible act.  It was one of those damn lines I had drawn in the dirt.  But I
wasn't going to cross it just to cross it.  I wanted to show that I loved him
and in my mind we were of one mind, soul, and finally body..

"Promise me this," I said as I started fondling his dick.  "If we both like it
and we get out of this somehow, we only do it to each other and no one else?"

"Shit," Joey said as moved his head towards my crotch.  "Tim, I don't think I
could ever do anything like that except with you, and you know it.  Damn if my
mouth is watering.  So do you want to take turns?  Or just do it at the same
time?"

I pulled my head towards his hard dick and shuddered.  I made a few changes to
my own conditioning, then found my mouth watering also.  I had to admit, the
stuff we had been living on the past three weeks smelled just like Joey's dick.
And after having starved myself once in a while so I could scan the insane minds
around me for any changes, I actually found the odor appetizing.

"Same time," I said before using my tongue on his head to get a sample taste.
"Wow..  It doesn't taste like shit after all."

"Ieh thasths pherthy gud to mae," Joey said with his mouth full.  "Path tha
salth."

"I'll pass the salt, all right," I said before taking him in my mouth fully. The
taste only lasted a few moments, but I wasn't doing it for the taste.

We laid there nursing on each other, neither one of us in a hurry to make the
other cum.  Despite everything we had felt and said, neither one of us wanted to
have the other shoot in our mouth.  And strangely enough, the idea of faking it
never occurred to either of us.

I was starting to feel pretty good.  I could almost say I was enjoying myself.
For a few minutes I forgot the problems we were facing and the discomforts from
everything they had done to me.  My best friend and I were together doing
something that for all intents and purposes was the greatest expression of love
we had ever given each other.

Something inside of me flared its nostrils and told my morals and good taste
that if I didn't take him to the height of sexual pleasure at that time, I may
never have the chance again.  The beast inside me released my mental restraints,
freeing my lusts from their bonds of homophobia, and made me want Joey sexually
in every way.  He was my lover, he was my keeper, he was my savior.  There was
nothing left I wouldn't do to complete the cycle of events we had started the
day we had first fooled around in my room.

I started using my tongue to stimulate his crown, then used some suction on him.
He paused in surprise for a moment when I started to make "Mmmm" sounds, but
then started to pump my dick in and out of his mouth in an attempt to give me as
much pleasure as I was giving him.

But Joey wasn't going to cross the line that I had.  I surprised him again when
I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me so his dick went into my throat.  I
nuzzled his testes with my nose, wishing I could breathe in their scent while my
lips worked as much of his pubic hair into my mouth.

When I couldn't hold my breath any more, I pulled back while penetrating his ass
with my finger.  I don't know who was more surprised at that point.  Joey from
my actions, or me from his dick spurting its seed into my mouth.  But I quickly
recovered from my surprise and slurped it all down.  There wasn't all that much,
but I savored every drop of it as if it was a fine wine.

My own dick released its own load, and Joey did his best to make it appear as if
he enjoyed it.  I knew it was an act, but I appreciated his desire to please me.
The beast inside me had been satisfied and quietly returned to its hiding place,
letting me know that the cycle had been completed and that the line had been
wiped from existence.  Whether or not I ever did it again would be up to me to
decide.

As promised, the floor was turned off, so Joey and I moved down to the floor and
snuggled the best we could.  We didn't speak or think anything to each other for
several hours, just held each other and took turns crying. We knew that no
matter what happened the next day, we would never feel the same about each
other.  We had grown so close that we could only grow apart from that moment on.

We barely had enough time to shit in the corner before the daily shower began,
and then we didn't waste any time to relive some old shower memories.  I almost
wished Suzi had been locked up with us while Joey fucked my ass.  Her absence
was extremely felt, especially when he came inside me and caused me to spurt my
second load through the grilled floor.

Then just to prove to whoever was watching that we hadn't been coerced into
doing anything we didn't wish to do, Joey and I spent what felt like hours
sucking and licking our cocks and testicles, getting used to the feel and taste
of the others pitifully small ejaculations.

We fell asleep in each others arms and slept the entire night sharing our dreams
and feeling the strange new sexual bond between us solidify.  It was the first
really fully homosexual experience I had, and the knowledge that I could enjoy
unrestricted sex with another guy was, well, strange to me.  The thing that
comforted my homophobic fears was telling myself, "Only with Joey, I could only
ever wish to do it with Joey."

Steven's voice woke us up the next morning with the warning "You have two hours
left."

"Well?" I simply asked as the rubber dick filled with our morning meal.

Joey's face remained expresses as he answered, "I guess you better do it.  We
don't have any other choice left."

It took nearly the entire two hours to undo the complex series of instructions
my father and I had installed in his mind.  Joey simply sat there, never showing
a single emotion as his only defense against his worst enemy was stripped from
his mind.  In many ways he was committing suicide, and I was committing murder.
But there was the single hope that my parents would find us so the twins could
undo whatever Steven does to us.  We had no doubt that Steven would let Joey's
mom take her own life just to prove he could and would.

And because of that, I did insert some new commands into Joey's mind once I had
finished removing the rest.  No matter what Steven did to Joey's mind, Joey
would always make sure his mother and father were alive and safe before
following anyone's orders.  I had no intention of simply handing Joey over to
Steven without ensuring his parent's safety.  If either one of them died, Joey
would seek revenge on Steven without consciously knowing it.

When I finished, I sat down next to Joey and took his hand.

"Joey?" I said softly.  "I love you.  No matter what happens, they will never
take that away from me."

Joey looked over at me then laid us both down before pressing his lips against
mine. We kissed long and gently, sharing each other's fear and hope until the
gas overtook us.  Something about the way he did it told me he was saying good
bye.  We both knew the next time we saw each other, Joey would be a different
person.  A twisted image of his true self that would hate my very existence, and
attempt to break my will to serve Steven and Penny.

And nothing was more true than that.

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